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The dunes of tatooine

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Gguyrules
12.18.2016 , 07:43 AM | #1
((now, yes, i could rp this ingame on the character mentioned in this thread, but tatooine doesn't usually have anyone there unless in a stronghold, so we might aswell get creative here. This is how the character i will use looks like: http://torf.mmo-fashion.com/teivanne...he-progenitor/ . Also , random note, but don't assume i'm european just because i play on a european servers, i do find those comments a bit annoying XD))




In the hot dunes of tatooine, the nomadic scavenger, Teivanne Dartomir walked the wastes looking for things to scavenge, an oasis for a fresh water supply or some wildlife to hunt. In the shadow of the valley, he noticed a figure, that of a majestic reek. Teivanne grabbed his rifle and went into a prone position. Aiming down the sights, he fired a single accurate shot at the reek's head and killed the beast, he then skinned the beast and proceeded to head in the direction of Mos Ila.

The imperial soldiers in the town reminded him of his old days as an imperial commando, days he'd rather forget. Teivanne walked over to one of the traders and sold the meat for a few credits, then proceeded to walk to the cantina, where he ordered juma juice and sat by the bar, leaning his rifle on the counter and enjoy the drink. The cantina wasn't too crowded that day, but there were a couple of interesting faces. "

EXCaptain of the Black Nexu pirates
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CaitSxS
01.08.2017 , 09:35 PM | #2
((I know this post is kind of old, but I figured why not reply to it. It seems good and deserves at least one reply! I'm going to incorporate the sith warrior class story just slightly if that's okay. It won't make an impact, but it will give her a reason for being where she is!!))

If Aaeris wasn't on Tatooine under Darth Baras' orders she would've--well, she probably wouldn't have been on Tatooine in the first place. Before she arrived on Korriban, Aaeris was not accustomed to such harsh places and people. It was shocking to her parents when she went to train to become a Sith. Then again, most Imperial Socialites are 'shocked' by everything. Even if both of their children make the same decisions.

It was bizarre for her to be in a stingy Cantina on Tatooine of all places, but she had heard her sister was on Tatooine as well and the Cantina seemed like a place she'd cause trouble. Aaeris was tucked away at her own table, watching everything around her with a certain resolve. She was intrigued when a man clad in a mask entered. It wasn't the mask that intrigued her, no that was typical of most people on Tatooine. The feeling she had when he walked in was a familiar one. The man had just killed. Definitely not a person, but he had taken a life of one creature or another.

He didn't interest Aaeris for long, so she just let him go about his business despite how bored she was. The woman let out a sigh and let her back thump against her chair wearily as her blond hair whipped in front of her. It was evident her patience was wearing thin. In order to preoccupy herself she began tapping her foot as she undid and redid her braid numerous times.
Be humble for you are made of earth

Be noble for you are made of stars

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virama
01.20.2017 , 12:58 PM | #3
Mos Ila was a shavit, dirt-covered speck, on a shavit, dirt-covered rock in the middle of nowhere. But like most places that were dirt-covered rocks in the middle of nowhere, it was a nice isolated place to get a drink. If one liked isolation, of course.

Still, Meraska thought there was a certain irony in coming to a presumably public place to get isolation. Perhaps it spoke of some pathological dichotomy: proud enough to want to be seen, but insecure enough to need some distance from the nearest barcrawler.

Not that Meraska was in any place to judge, of course. She was just as guilty of it as anyone else. She liked attention... or used to, anyway. And all things considered? She was probably the last person to judge someone on mental problems. People like her were pretty renowned for their... issues. Though not without reason, she couldn't help but admit.

Maybe it wasn't inaccurate to call her some kind of crazy schutta, but at least she was self-aware about it, she mused. Of the countless faults she might possess, ignorance didn't happen to be one of them. Not that knowledge helped her change any of her faults, or made her feel any sort of regret about them. But while knowledge didn’t always bring happiness, she was determined not to let the truth (or any assassins) bring her down. There was only so much hiding she was willing to do.

As the woman strolled across the small cantina toward the bar, she lifted her goggles up and over her dark brown, medium-length hair, then dusted the sand off the overcoat she wore before pulling it off. She dangled it from the crook of her arm before deposing it on the stool next to her.

Under the sand-covered overcoat, she was in a bland, but well-made outfit, with a practically-new blaster in good condition hanging from her belt. It contrasted a little with the segmented well-worn metal tubes clipped to the back of her belt. They looked like they held some electronics in them, but they appeared to be powered down for the moment.

If one was more technical-minded, however, it didn’t appear that it would take much to snap the tubes together.

Meraska slapped a hand on the counter imperiously, and with a distinctly Imperial accent, said, “Got any good phattro?”

The bartender, used to the attitude after years on an Imperial base, replied with an easy, “It’s all good here.”

“Like hell it is,” Meraska replied with a short laugh. “Fine. Give me to me neat. Please.”

Politeness was a rare courtesy from her, but the woman understood the need to be nice to the guy serving the drinks.

It was probably a little hard of a drink for this time of day, but kark, if Meraska was going to slum it out here, she might as well go all the way. She hadn’t met a lot of challenges she couldn’t face. And it wasn’t like she could disappoint the people who knew her any further than she already had. What was the worst that could happen? Wake up hungover in a jawa junk heap?