People of Our Fears [Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of M'haeli]

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
11

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"The local leader's name is Naar Ba." Aeri told Saffron, handing her a small datatablet with the information. Three generation farmer, had a wife and five children. Came from a relatively large family.

"He lost his entire crop after a bad year with locusts. The land has lost many nutrients as letting it lie fallow has been ignored in favor of trying to increase crop output." the zeltron would say.

"He isn't the only one. There are several other farmers in the same situation." Aeri informed the blonde, gesturing for her to scan through the other profiles.

"If we want to do anything, it would begin with him."

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post Eight.
[member="Isha"]

Varien twitched.

Spiders?

Both of his thumbs flicked back and forth between stun bolts and regular shots. Was he supposed to calm, or were they attracted to that sort of thing? Did they use the Force to hunt like Vornskr? How'd they even get food down here? Did they eat rocks? No, that didn't make sense, then how would they be able to climb? ... Unless they had like... Acid stomachs. Oh, that was a horrid thought. Why were they in here again?

The Maelibus straightened, but Varien stopped after a few steps.

He was frozen in place, visibly gulping.

He'd fought slavers.

He'd fought Sith.

He'd fought Yuuzhan Vong.

None of them gave him pause.

But spiders?

Those little hairs on them? And these cobwebs were big.

Someone was getting shot, for real.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 11/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

By now the beggar who wanted to master pyrokinesis as a Jedi Brute brought out his Force-sensitive beggar friends to Ugohr. He was going to a suitable location where he could administer the personality test to this rag-tag band of beggars. He was going to administer the Ch'gally Interest Inventory to the beggars, knowing that matching would-be Jedi to future jobs would be key for them not to fall to the dark side. Even though the Ch'gally Interest Inventory was developed by a Jedi Recruiter, Morrit Ch'gally, it later saw use by Sith Claimers and even NFU career counselors. He realized that there were so many Jedi who dreamed of one thing but were actually better suited to another role. Like someone who dreamed of becoming a Jedi Ace but had poor dexterity. As Ugohr hands them rental datapads which are the property of the Jedi Order, one of the beggars and unemployed Force-sensitives ask for why they are even taking these tests in the first place. But they seem mostly happy to finally be working again. They seem to welcome any work opportunity, even if it came from Jedi.

"Why should we be administered that test?"

"Issa standard Jedi protocol. Wesa think dat Jedi working jobs dat fit theirsa personalities issa important for them-sa not to fall to da dark side. Yousa see dat many career counselors also administer da same test wesa use"

"What kind of Jedi would fall to the dark side because of a professional mismatch? It seems that work accidents are more likely to make one fall to the dark side than a professional mismatch"

"If yousa hate yoursa job, issa temptation for yousa to fall to da dark side"

 

[Geneva Wessiri]

[ 11 ]
M'haeli | Objective 1

Geneva didn't let the arrogant man's comments ruin her day, but she did feel really annoyed by what he had said. Making assumptions like these never did any good to anybody, especially since they were all blatant lies and rumours. Would the man have done even some research, he would have known how the Queen actually cared about the people.

Maybe not too much as a Queen, but as a Foreign Minister, she had spent her days listening to the worries of the people both from M'haeli and foreign planets. These things mattered to her. Happiness mattered to her.

"What the planet needs the most is the help and the knowledge that we have somebody to protect us," Geneva started with her response to the ambassador. "Advisers, some orbital defenses, maybe some resources whenever we require some and have no other place to seek for it."

She didn't know what they really needed that much, she just knew that they needed the Alliance to keep on going.

"What our people need to come out of this state of transition is the feeling and hope that everything will be OK. And right now, I am left completely alone to make people feel this way. If your state has people who could advise me with these matters, I would appreciate it and pay dearly."

But the treaty was definitely not going to be one-sided. She knew the Alliance also wanted something from the planet.

"However, what would the government expect in return? What does the Galactic Alliance want from a member state?"

The Queen's secretaries had received a call from one named Saffron and were already dealing with it, trying to prepare for the holocall between the Queen and the woman. They knew the ruler was busy with meeting the official ambassadors, so they did their best to win some more time.

But nobody would wait indefinitely.

[ [member="Armis Vindex"] | [member="Saffron"] ]

 

[Gulliver Foyle]

Objective: Honor
Allies: GA in general, [member="Tobias Wrynn"] in particular
Post 1

He stopped short when HUD flashed. Origin detected. "Found you," he muttered. The map display toggled on and shifted toward another installation, three kilometers northwest of their current position. "We need to get the word back to the Alliance Defense Fleet to rain hell on these facilities," he told her. "They're amassing these corrupted refineries with whatever is causing this twisted energy and using it to push their agenda."

The Fleet might have been out of touch, but Gulliver was not.

On many a world, the old commander had led troops into battle against all kinds of evil and occasionally not so evil, and Force users never failed to come up with clever ways to make life miserable. It wasn't uncommon for him to employ Forcies of his own on his staff, because frankly, that crap got old.

Washed out apprentices were his favorites. More established Knights and Masters tended to be fairly stuck in their ways, and didn't react so kindly to the idea that they were basically just sentient dowsing rods. Apprentices though, especially those that had been fairly far along in their training before they left whatever order they belonged to, they didn't mind so much. They were perfectly happy to use their skills in unconventional ways, especially if those ways meant raining down all kinds of hell on whatever perversions the villains of the week had cooked up.

In this case, reports had filtered in from advanced troops of a set of facilities that were the center of some sort of disturbance that was warping minds and generally causing trouble. Gulliver never really understood what they were ranting about, especially since it seemed to drive the poor sods half mad, but they were able to point out a series of buildings on the overhead view.

His on call battery of 155mm howitzers had the range to the buildings, but they wanted to get some eyes on them first, in order to make sure that they weren't filled with human shields. There were rumors that some hotshot had gone and got a bunch of civilians killed not long ago, and he did not want to end up sharing a court martial.

A quick search of nearby forces revealed a recon team nearby, headed by one [member="Tobias Wrynn"].

"Recon, this is Battleaxe. We're tracking tangos approaching your location. Stand by for danger close fire mission. We'll scratch your back, then we've got a building that needs observed."

The cannon crews wasted no time in adjusting to the new targets. All up and down the line, cries of "FIRE MISSION" could be heard as they prepared to send their care packages downrange. The battery had 8 howitzers, the speeder-towed cannon that Gulliver had been developing for use by the Alliance. It was a lightweight, easily transportable system that could be transported on nearly anything with a cargo hold that could fit it.

Each cannon belched fire twice sending sixteen rounds of high explosive death towards the enemies approaching the recon team. None would impact closer than 100 meters, meaning that anything within about 70 meters (the airburst shells had quite the blast radius) was their problem. Everything else would be slowly cooling chunks of meat.

"Splash, over."

 

[Kenrath]

Location: M'Haeli
Objective: Diplomatic Envoy to Queen [member="Geneva Wessiri"] (Objective 1)
Allies: Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Team.
Enemies: TBD
Post:7/20


Armis waited outside the door occasionally looking around him. The only benefit to to meeting location was he happened to be standing at the only public entrance to the room. He stood like a statue just waiting for the meeting to be over.


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The Ambassador listened to the Queen's requests quietly taking a few notes. These were mostly all thing the Alliance supplied every member world. She was not asking for anything that could not be very easily accomplished. After a minute he spoke.

"The Alliance would be glad to offer any guidance you wish." "That is something that can be done very easily." "Resources are also part of the package." "All Alliance member worlds are permitted and in fact encouraged to trade among each other." "It fosters economic stability among the Alliance as a whole."

The Ambassador paused.

"Orbital Defenses however." "Those I can't in good conscious speak on." "That would be up to Alliance Military Command." "I would be glad to forward your request to them as a precursor." "I would caution however that when dealing with career soldiers decorum is not always something that can be a guarantee." "They tend to be obnoxiously blunt."

The Ambassador smiled.

"If you are asking does the Alliance tax their member worlds.............only slightly." "It is not however what you think." "All the Alliance asks is that you repay the support provided to you." "Resources, advisers, and should another member world face invasion military support." "Not to the Alliance itself but the other member worlds."

"Just about every member of the Alliance is a native of one of the member worlds." "There are some exceptions of course such as Officer Vindex." "Those who have left or fled Sith worlds for a better life in the Alliance."

 

[Geneva Wessiri]

[ 12 ]
M'haeli | Objective 1

Geneva listened to the whole speech with curiosity. She did love how the Alliance acted -- not as binding as the Republic, not as free as the former Levantine Sancum and the current Kathol Outback. It was a really good faction to be part of, she had to note. Such a federation was exactly what the planet of M'haeli needed to succeed.

"I am humbled by such opportunities," the Queen started speaking after the ambassador finished. "These terms you just spoke of are a great matter for me as the Queen of this planet, and if the Alliance would have us, we would not forget the generosity the Alliance has with us."

And then came the point at which the secretaries could no longer keep on winning time. They had to interrupt the meeting and talk to the Queen right away.

"Your majesty, you have a call. An extremely important call," one of the secretaries stormed in from a door different from the one the ambassadors had just entered from. "It is from an individual wanting to aid our planet."

"I am terribly sorry, my dear fellows, for having to do this," Geneva didn't take a moment to think. "I shall arrive as soon as I possibly can. Would you mind me?"

Of course the ambassador team wouldn't be left alone there to wait. They would be accompanied by some of the secretaries while the Queen would answer the demanding call from Saffron.

"Alright, I am ready," she said after having made it another meeting room where a huge holocomm stood.

[ [member="Saffron"] | [member="Armis Vindex"] ]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 12/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

He was uncomfortable around these beggars. For months he has been doing nothing but hunting land mines with the odd occasion to do realty work being a welcome moment of relief. Now he was trying to determine which knights or masters would be best suited for a particular Padawan, assuming these people could be taken on as Padawans. And, while knights or masters would often let the Force guide their decisions, Ch'gally knew that the Force could only be of so much help and hence this test that could be usable for NFUs. Ugohr had no idea as to how the conclusions of this psychometric test would be interpreted. He knew there were 15 categories from which to choose. The would-be flamethrower was predictably found to be best suited for the life of the Jedi Brute, but the other Force-sensitive beggars and unemployed that they brought with him were a rag-tag assemblage of other Force-sensitives with different outlooks: the one who went furthest along in formal education was a good fit in the Lorekeeper role. Understandably, that lady had questions for Ugohr:

"I know I'm unemployed, and that I have a PhD in literature, but how is the life of the Jedi a good fit for me? I always pictured Jedi as lightsaber-toting space wizards, going around the galaxy fighting for what they claim is best"

"Yousa best fit among Jedi issa a Lorekeeper: yousa can advance scholarship and still usen da Force for dat"

"I'm a little squishy for the life of a Jedi: I'm more of the kind of person who would rather use a brain - Guardians are just too violent for my tastes, there are already enough Guardians around in the galaxy"

"Yousa correct, in dat Guardians more visible than all-n-youse else. Many in da galaxy who dream of da Jedi's life actually dreamin of a Guardian life. For example mesa Jedi Brute, when Rogue Squadron pilot [member="Choli Vyn"] issa Jedi Ace, and by far da most common Jedi Guardians fight as Peacekeepers, and to a lesser extent Brutes"

"What does that make me?"

"Yoursa attitude will make yousa good Consular"

 

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
| 12 | [member="Geneva Wessiri"]

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Naar Ba would be quite the finiky fellow to get a hold of. Almost as much as the Queen.

The farmers were already rioting as it is, and it could easily get violent if they were not careful.

Investigating where Naar Ba would be Mir Va, a Nikto Security official with Arceneau Trade. Hopefully his investigation would lead to Naar Ba's whereabouts.

If they could get a hold of him, speak reasonably, then perhaps this riot could be quelled.

 

[Isha]

[member="Varien Moxla"]
| 13 |

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Now there was something that Isha noticed from the young Kiffar. There was a strain across his face, a tension along his shoulders. The way that he held the blaster gave way to concern.

"Are you well, Padawan Moxla?" Isha would ask with notable concern, the tiny Yodaling waddling over to him.

Knight Valek turned his enormous horned head to the pair, his expression calm despite the waves of anxiety Varien was beginning to show.

"There is no need to be troubled," the Lantern bird gave a flap of its wings upon the Maelibus' shoulder, before settling down again.

"We need only to assure that we mean no harm."

He had every intent to move forward to do exactly that, his heavy footfalls slightly scattering pebbles in his wake. Hand held up, the Knight closed his eyes, searching for the cavern spiders.

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post 9.
[member="Isha"]

From the corner of his eye he spotted the Yodaling approached him and he nodded his head. "Yeah, everything's good," he got out.

When he was told there was no need to be troubled, there was a visible twitch. "Thanks, but, uhhh..." He didn't need to say that he was indeed feeling troubled.

Assure that we mean no harm, huh?

"If I see something spider shaped I'm shooting it."

Or running.

 

[LT-137]

++ Location: Arrgaw ++​

Objective: Honour​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Unknown Robed Assailants​

Post Count: Three​

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Though he was adorned in his nightwear, the Major stalked from his tarpaulin tent and trudged through the remnants of previous night's ceaseless downpour. Pools of muddy earth sucked at his boots as the Balmorran marched through the heart of the Alliance encampment, threatening to relieve him of his hastily laced boots. Moments ago, he had been utterly calm and collected, listening intently to his subordinate's report as the soldier relayed the loss of their outpost. However, as the man continued listing those that were slain in the attack and their corresponding units, Gideon had felt his resentment and rage begin to rise. He had lost friends in that assault, and it was all because of the fool that had erected that outpost in the wrong position.

The Major was known for keeping a level head when his back was against the wall, but this planet - there was something about it that had wore at the seals that caged the beast within his breast. He found himself driven forward by anger and the icy sting of loss, pushing against everything he was to sate his more primal desires of vengeance. With every step the former Stormtrooper made, the sensation grew and grew until it could fester no longer. The bright and vital aura of Hatred burst within his chest, sending him down a path that he had never tread. He was a soldier, taught to channel his emotions into a weapon to which end would see his foes slain. Instead, upon the ruddy surface of Arrgaw, his feelings sought to claim mastery over his bare flesh.

Thus, propelled by the sensation of loss and the simmering fires of anger, Gideon marched through the camp towards his regimental commander's pavilion. His ocular augmentations whirred with vague interest as they spotted dozens of soldiers, brothers in arms, rouse themselves from their prefabricated tents. They were beckoned forth by hushed whispers and subtle gestures from those they called friends. Each intrigued by the path their Commander now tread. His muscular frame was taut with anger, sending spasmatic ripples through his arms and legs as they sunk deep into the soaked earth. That runic script that adorned his sweat-speckled flesh flowed smoothly between each measured movement; entrancing those that never had the pleasure of reading his personal grimoire. It was a listing of those that had served under his command.

Every name that was etched into his skin held small details of those who had parted for the afterlife. Their ranks, their units, and how they had met their grisly end.

Such was his way to remember the fallen.

And more would be added, before the day was out.

With his march complete and the rain having begun once more, Gideon tore open his Regimental Commander's tent and stormed inside. The lights within were dim, and the scent of corruption - a foul palpable sense of pestilence and unwashed sin - befouled his every breath. Something was wrong. When his retinal implants had adjusted to the darkened interior, a sobering shock surged through his system. The sensation dispelled the man's addled mind and brought his taciturn nature to the fore once more. Shrouded in midnight robes, a solitary figure stood above the fallen body of his superior. A flash of silvered crimson caught the light as the tarpaulin flap fell into place behind the newly arrived Major, signaling the man's intent and the fate of the man who sent so many to his death just yesterday.

He would not mourn that fool's loss. Hell, were he still enthralled by his tempestuous emotions, it was very likely that Gideon would've strangled the incompetent bastard himself. Thankfully, not only did someone do the dirty deed for him, but the Balmorran was able to clear his mind and regain control. The Major silently wished it would've happened before his mud-caked boots had left his tent so that he could avoid the sensation of embarrassment enveloping him, and have been decently armed to take on an Assassin. It's unlikely his trousers would've been able to do much to defend himself from the killing blow of an edged weapon. Nevertheless, He was a soldier and would have to deal with this situation no matter how badly the odds were stacked against him. Thus, as the cloaked figure began to stalk towards him with the blade pointed low, Gideon shifted his stance and readied himself for whatever would come his way.

"This world," It said, speaking through a maw of needle-like fangs. "Belongs to the Conjurers. Your Federation does not belong here." Whatever the Xenos creature was, it started to laugh - a sickening sound of boulders tumbling down the mountainside. "Your Leader was but the first. You shall be my second, and I shall feast upon your flesh."

Gideon smiled. The odds weren't in his favor - but then again - that's the way he liked it.

 

[Isha]

[member="Varien Moxla"]
14

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"There is no need to show aggression." Knight Varek would reply to the Kiffar. He was visibly troubled. The thought of having to deal with cave spiders genuinely bothered him.

The Maelibus thoughtfully peered down at the man. He gave a slow blink.

"There is apprehension in your heart." he said plainly. "You are troubled." he continued.

"You are not comfortable at the thought of facing the cave spiders." a pause, as Isha came to stand beside the Kiffar.

"Why?"

Up ahead, one could hear the slight skittering of legs. A faint clicking. Figures that they would have this discussion while in the cave. However, for the Maelibus, there was a point to it.

One must be able to let go of fear. Fear can lead to the Darkside.

 

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
| 15 | @Geneva Wessiri

Trying to talk with rioters was easier said than done. There were many risks. All the more when one was trying to discern where their leader would be at. Saffron stood by within Arceneau Trade Headquarters, awaiting updates. She knew that Aeri would be able to deliver. The only hope is that they would be able to quell this as fast as possible with as little damage or casualties.

Five minutes later, a comm came in. It was Aeri.

"Patch her through," Saffron requested quietly. Within seconds, the array bloomed with the holographic figure of the Zeltron.

[ We have managed to make contact with one of Naar Ba's associates. He has stated that he will set up a meeting for us to discuss what are their demands to the Queen and for Mhaeli. We have advised that we are willing to mediate.]

Saffron gave a nod.

"Good. Continue trying to track down the Queen... it is imperative we do so."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 13/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

Ugohr found that there was a sixteenth category that he overlooked when he made the presentation of the categories: the Jedi Technician. One of the beggars who could best be described as a person with hidden passions for hands-on work on mechanical things, was presented to Ugohr as a potential Jedi Technician. To Ugohr's mind, a Jedi Technician was closer to a Consular role than to a real Sentinel role, unless one was a slicer. He called upon his limited knowledge of what Jedi Technicians did because he didn't recall having met any during his life as a Jedi and also because it wasn't in The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force but somehow was a possible result of the Ch'gally Career Inventory. The most famous of the Jedi Technicians of all time is undoubtedly Kazdan Paratus, and he was the chief of the Technical Division since the very day he was knighted, and he even outlived the Clone Wars.

"Me, a Jedi Technician? What is a Jedi Technician doing? Why would the Jedi even care about machinery?"

"Jedi Technicians rather few. Yousa seem to have more ability to repair mackineeks, vehicles and fighters"

"I've been thrown out onto the street because I was imprisoned on charges of computer piracy"

"If yousa want to slice, yousa can do that as a Jedi as well"

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post 10.
[member="Isha"]

"Who would've thought?" He said drily. If sarcasm could kill Knight Varek would've definitely been dealt a fatal blow with that one.

"Because they're spiders." He said as if that were the only answer he need give. Just the thoughts he had had before about what these cave spiders could do, was frightening. "They're gross. Those little hairs all over them, those beady eyes." One wouldn't think that a Kiffar would have shining amethyst eyes, but he did nevertheless. Snowflakes and such. "And why are their webs so annoying? They're horrible!" Maybe too loudly, he exclaimed.

Then there was the skittering and a blaster pistol found itself outside of its holster.

"Nuh uh."

 

[Isha]

[member="Varien Moxla"]
16

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For once, the Maelibus' lips gave a slight twitch. It was a bit amusing, perhaps, to see the heavy dictate the Kiffar expressed towards the spiders.

"They are beings of the Force as well, young Moxla." his deep voice would rumble forth. Quietly he turned towards the far end of the tunnel.

"I shall go and make amends. Isha and Varien, remain here. " he gave a glance around, noting the smaller crystals on the wall and the glowing water of the lake below.

"You may investigate further here for any signs of larger crystals. Let the Force guide you."

 

[Choli Vyn]

ARRGAW
The Weary Traveler Cantina
[ DO YOUR OWN THING ] Explore, have fun, do what you want, develop something, write a good story.

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It was supposed to just be a nice shore leave. Get some drinks. Get some real hot food. Stretch out the legs. Something to build up camaraderie and that.. You know… teamwork.

Then again, this was Rogue Squadron.

Blue and Red Squadron had taken over the local missions so that meant that Rogue could take a break. Finding this cantina wasn't hard, but boy was it crowded.

It wasn't until they went inside did they find out why.

Sven Dar, top Togrutan handball champion was here along with three others of his team. Of course that meant that more than a few people would be all stirred up.

“Someone tell Janes that he needs to bring a towel.” Cho said, giving a sigh.

“Why for?”

“Cause he’ll need it to pick up all of the drool he’ll be dripping all over the floor!”





Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Alexandra Russo"] “Alleycat”
Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Tela Uolmi"] “Glitz”
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA]
Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"]
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant @Choli Vyn “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"
Rogue Nine/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Flight Officer [member="Lucius Varad"] “Songbird” [IC MIA]
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”
Rogue Fifteen – Vacant
Rogue Sixteen – Vacant
Rogue Seventeen – Flight Officer[member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Eighteen – Vacant
[member="Zark"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

Asmus came to a sudden halt as they entered the bar. He grabbed Allyson’s sleeve and drew her close. “Locke…that’s…”

Not much rendered the Squadron XO speechless. Very little in fact stopped him from happily chatting away regardless of whether they were off or on duty. His wide-eyed stare was fixed on the bar on the near seven foot of toned sportsman.

“That’s Sven Dar. Record handball transfer two years ago. By the Force will you look at those arms,” he whispered loudly. Asmus was already looking. Slightly overcome with excitement he hadn’t even made eye contact with Allyson as he spoke to her.

“You think I could get a holopic with him?”

 

[Logen Brunner]

Planet: ARRGAW
Location: The Weary Traveler Cantina
Objective:[ DO YOUR OWN THING ] Explore, have fun, do what you want, develop something, write a good story.
Post 1

Logen's lungs filled with the smoke of his shento cigar as he inhaled the light narcotic, taking in the pungent yet vegetae tasting rushallo leaf delicacy. The corellian exhaled gently while his glacier blue eyes zeroed in on the new comers to the Cantina. Didn't take a space wizard to figure out that the tight knit group were fighter jockies and that was before the old man picked up on squadron patches. It was the way they held themselves, confident and cocksure in every stride they made. Deserving, for their patches read Rogue Squadron, they were the elite of the elite. The moof-milkers that had packed this place all star struck over some chump torgruta not noticing there were true superstars amongst them.

After the chandrilla incident he heard that it was Rogue Squadron that was engaging the prison ship. In that alone he owed them a debt of gratitude. Logen leaned over to the bartender "Them there!" he pointed to the recent arrivals "Their drinks are on me!"

He twisted on the bar stool to get a better view of the shore leaved fighter pilots. He took a long swig of his spiced corellian ale before going back to puffing on his shento cigar. He was contemplating to make introduction or just let them be.