Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

The bartender moved away, serving drinks to a group of pilots. One of the pilots turned to face the group of Jedi. "Hey, Tax. That girl ain't eighteen, and she never even showed her identi-chit."

The bartender came back over, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she's only a youngling." Another pilot chimed in.

"She showed me identi-"

An officer at the bar, ignoring everything until this point spoke up. "She was using a Jedi mind trick. Impressive for such an age."

One of the pilots went to relieve her of the drink. "C'mon kid, I'll buy you some Hoth style berry-fizz."

Aya, turned to Satana. "No, got a briefing to get to early morning. You could though, some good looking fella.... uh, isn't that Corran, your friend?"

Lei looked over at the great Rhonin when he spoke. How could a man so willingly accept the death of a friendly soldier. Even more puzzleing, how could he order it in the first place? Commander Lei had a bad feeling about all of this. Rhonin seemed like the kind of commander that would kill an officer for just saying the wrong things.

Lei was silently looking over at Nerx, in a discrete manner. How could he be so calm? He became the captain because the other captain was killed. By Rhonin. Lei was pleased to be in a lesser, not as noticeable position. Perhaps if Rhonin did not notice her much, it'd increase her chances of survival. At least till they reached the known worlds. From there, she could evaluate the situation and make a final choice. Does she really care little enough about her life to remain under Rhonin's rule? But then again, deserting his rule would probably increase the risks of death. But then again, she could just disappear. Not that a life in hiding was very attractive, but beats the alternatives.

Lei lowered her head. She had a lot on her mind. Among other things, an important choice to make. But she had been around Nerx and the others for quite some time. She had gotten very fond in them. Could she really leave them? Even if her life was on the line. Well, it wasnt yet, but certainly it would just be a matter of time.

Nerx remained calm as he was congradulated. "Yes, quite." He tapped the intercom button. "Navigation." He stated quietly.

"Here, sir."

"Take us into hyperspace." The intercom chimed. "Stand down from battle stations. And send a security deachment down to escort Lhok to the detention cells in sector seven G."

"Yes, Captain Nerx." A trooper beside him saluted and went off to pay the medical ward a visit.

"Commander, are you feeling ok." He feigned concern but his look was one of already knowing.

The starship thundered back into hyperspace.

Satana was in mid-drink when Aya spoke of Corran. Her eyes widened and she coughed, trying to clear her throat of the whiskey that she accidently inhailed. "What?!" She set her glass down and looked down the bar towards Corran. "It cant be.." Her heart sank when she saw who all was with him. "Oh no...."

Originally posted by Jedireaper
The bartender moved away, serving drinks to a group of pilots. One of the pilots turned to face the group of Jedi. "Hey, Tax. That girl ain't eighteen, and she never even showed her identi-chit."

The bartender came back over, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she's only a youngling." Another pilot chimed in.

"She showed me identi-"

An officer at the bar, ignoring everything until this point spoke up. "She was using a Jedi mind trick. Impressive for such an age."

One of the pilots went to relieve her of the drink. "C'mon kid, I'll buy you some Hoth style berry-fizz."

Aya, turned to Satana. "No, got a briefing to get to early morning. You could though, some good looking fella.... uh, isn't that Corran, your friend?"

Satana watched them quietly from where she sat... Yes, Endor had indeed been a mess when she escaped.. She couldnt begin to imagine what the girl went through. She was just padawan, and they put her on one of the strongest manned ships in the Galaxy. Poor thing... She looked down at her drink glumly. Thinking of Juno made her miss Jacen... Damn her and her stupid emotions. She reached for the bottle that the bartender left for the girls and filled her glass again. Really she was surprised that they hadnt spotted her yet.

"No, no, Tatser. Leave her be but I'm sure she'll appreciate the berry-fizz." The bartender agreed and poured her one.

The officer turned to face Corran, his suit was the jungle scale camo he had used on Endor. It was covered in dirt, torn in places, had a burn from a lightsaber across the upper body, where he had avoided being cleaved in half, and had blood dry-soaked on his upper right shoulder by a blaster burn covered by a bacta patch. "I'm seargent Cortez. I'm one of the snipers who ambushed you to rescue her." He said in a gruff voice, and pointed across the bar to where Satanawas sitting. "And I was in the last Imperial Alliace ship off world."

One of pilots pointed at Hetar and Tyri. "And they were the last pilot's to leave the system, through the thick of their fighters."

Cortez snorted. "Fighters, hah! I lost my entire sniper squad except for two; a corperal Jedi, who you both know very well. And a droid we got on loan from the Federation, not the Trade Fed's though."

(I'm going to move time on soon, to the meeting later on.)

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General Geion finished speaking with Sluis Van and was happy to hear the next three Destroyers were being tested and prepped for their crews who have just arrived from Wayland. Along with three Calamari Cruisers' crews. "That is good news, Ona! And is Throttle on his way?"

Satana, oblivious to the fact that someone had pointed her out, took a long drink of her whiskey and sighed. "I never thanked you for taking me off of Endor with you... I owe you and your men my life." She smiled and looked over at Aya. "Ya drunk yet?"

gren stepped into the cantina, 2 gaurd droids at his heels. he spotted kel and waved him over. kel turned to hetar and tyri. "well, it seems i'm needed. if you'll excuse me." kel stood, placing his empty cup on the bar before walking over to the admiral. "sir?" he peered to either side of gren to look at the droids. gren smiled. "good afternoon kel. i'm sure you've heard the announcement. i thought i should inform you that while i'm gone, captain gona is going to take a shuttle to sluis van to retrieve darth banis's soldier there, and possibly to wayland for miss satanas friend," he pointed to satana so that kel didnt have to ask who it was. "and we need your squadron to escort him there." in moments, the other 7 pilots were standing nearby, pulling on their flight gloves and finishing their drinks.

Aya giggled. "Not yet. This is strong stuff, and I can't have too much. Remember I have a meeting to attend later."

Satana smiled and shook her head. "No one needs to know. Come on love. Have a little fun." She laughed and poured Aya another glass. "Even the Captain needs some time to relax."

how does everyone know who satana is? o.0 ))

Oh and Raz is on Wayland.

.... kk... ))

have edited))

The sniper/scout was with Data and Daran when they tried to rescue your charcter, so he reconised you from seeing you, but not by name.))

i know but i just think its funny that so many people know her. guys its ok i was just curious.)

if we all didnt know you're name, conversation with you would be awkward, and anyone who didnt know you would be confused if someone who did know you brought up your name in conversation. make sense? lol))

That made very little sense.

Aya gladly accepted the drink. "So how different are we to the Mando's?"

She smiled and ran her finger around the edge of her glass as she thought back to the good old days. "One word... Pride. Jacen's people are a proud breed as any warrior is. They're very independent of each other, really. It was hard for me to keep track of Jacen. They follow Resol'Nare, or the Six Actions, religiously... But they are a kind breed. Anyone can be a Mando. Aliit ori'shya tal'din states this.. That family is more then just bloodline. Orphaned children and even adults can become one with the clan. There is no difference whether you are biologically their child or are adopted... You are family no matter what.. Their armor is there for more then just protection. The armor has great cultural significance and was made to tell you about the man or woman beneath the steel. That of which was made to their level of skill with the metal. Verd ori'shya beskar'gam, a warrior is more than his armor... We were a family before Jacen became Mandalor... Jakar was the ass of a father, and Jacen and I were like brother and sister... I both loved and respected him.. I loved him like I've never loved a man before." She sighed and drank the rest of her whiskey. "So yeah... Thats a Mando for ya." She smiled and winked at Aya, glancing at a few men around her that had grown quiet to listen to her words.

how was that for an answer, Mr. Ask The Hard Questions. 😛 ))