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Post by Verd Be Kyr’am on Dec 10, 2005 22:17:33 GMT -5
"We were attack by a Stardestroyer. I don't know what we did to piss the off but the launch at least 20 Ties at us."
"here dad"*my son walks up and gives my some ale*
"thank you,Runi" *I take the glass and return to the radio*
"We were able to take out about 10 of them but We were to damaged and were forced to enter hyperspace."
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Post by Candotan Entaro on Dec 13, 2005 18:30:39 GMT -5
"We will take care of any damages. You will be able to stay here for as long as you like. We shelter any mandalorian in need."
I lean forward, and flip a switch under the console. My ship comes out of stealth, 10 meters away from the drifting ship.
"Tug, commence docking procedures."
"Yessir."
The tug cartwheels lazily about, and lowers a magnet onto the surface of the ship. It adheres, and begins to build up momentum.
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Post by Verd Be Kyr’am on Dec 14, 2005 19:45:35 GMT -5
* the tug pulls the ship on to a transport. I disembark with a Twi' lik(SP) prisoner and my astromet droid.*
"my crew needs a place to stay and I needed a cell for this prisoner. This droid has a list of supplies we will need."
*A guard takes the twi' lik to a holding cell and another takes the droid to the storge bay*
"Wheres Doc. Kason. I need some repairs to my armor."
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Post by Candotan Entaro on Dec 22, 2005 19:21:04 GMT -5
An old man standing next to me looks up over his spectacles, and sighs.
"Ahhh...yes. Mark 1 mandalorian battle armor. You've got some carbon scoring....and these blast cables are fairly inefficent. Not only could I repair, but I can modify it as well. Come to our new Infantry technologies division."
I nod to the mandalorian, and rub the top of the boy's head.
"We have quarters for you, here is how to get to them."
I pause for a second, letting the info trade from my helmet to his.
"Welcome to Tracyn."
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Post by Verd Be Kyr’am on Dec 26, 2005 22:28:29 GMT -5
my son and pilot walk to there room followed by a gaurd. I walk with the old man down a long corridor to a room filled with armor and small arms. I remove my armor and sit in a chair near a workbench.
"I would like two 12 inch blades installed in the gauntlets and the range in the toxic dart gun on the left gaunlet to 50 meters."
I look around the room and see another man enter. From the looks of it he is from the empire and his face is scarded from what appears to be a lightsaber and he has a robotic arm. Then two gaurds rush in and grad him by the arms. Kason looks up from the workbench.
"Let him go."says Kason."He hasn't seen anything he shouldn't have."
The gaurds let go and nod at me. then walk out the door.
"Where is the Heretical Blaster Rifle you were repairing for me."
Kason looks at the man with a smile which fades away.
"Aw yes. Taan Kasra, your rifle is right over there. How will you be paying the 300 credits."
The man pulls out three slips of paper and hands them to Kason. Kason smiles again, walks to the wall and pulls of a blaster rifle. The man takes the gun with his robotic arm, looks at me will a stern glance and walks out the door.
"Who was that? an Imperal soilder?"
Kason looks at me and says.
"yes."
And he goes back to work. ( Sorry I forgot to post that my crew is my son, my droid and my pilot is a human named Dax Korhal.)
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Post by Drakssus on May 13, 2006 18:12:48 GMT -5
I, Mandalore, will post more later. IMPOSTER!!!! MANDALORE IS MANDALORE!
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