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He'd read about these kinds of places, or more so these kind of people, before but seeing it was a bit of a shock to the sheltered padawan. However, not wishing to be tucked away much longer, Ulysse returned glares when he felt necessary with a slightly raised eyebrow. Not looking tough but...

Vote Libertarian. Its the only party in America that actually has a comprehensive plan and decent social upstanding. I've heard all the jokes, so spare me. To be clear: A party of economists is a party that can lead a country.

Now, get involved in his RP, "Scavenger Scrape-up". I don't want it to dieeeee

"Hmmm" Ulysse stopped and placed his left hand on his chin in thought. Gaining an idea, he raised that same hand and snapped. "The local watering hole! I know in these sectors everyone tends to convene at the local cantina at one point or another, and low lives like biker gangs are...

Ulysse contemplated what Jamall had said. Walking silently behind his master, he thought about the plan for a while. "Is it wise to just arrive at their front door? I would imagine they would see it as an intrusion and respond with a show of strength." Pleased with his question and...

"Right, Kamua." Ulysse stepped out of the speeder before it fully powered down, double checking his lightsaber was still on his belt, then stretching; first high to the sky, then all the way down to his toes. While Jamall was fiddling with the speeder, he went through his routine stretches to...

Righty-o. I updated the profile with the inclusion of the RP that Sir Jiang and I are going through, which is a flash back, going through said training process. Also, I kept his wisdom low due to his age...I am quite unfamiliar with the DnD stat system, and took a more literal approach to the...

Time: 2:43a.m. (Corruscant Time) Location: Vergesso Astroids Priority: Hauling Loot Target: Miscellaneous Scavengers Status: On board "The Stalwart Veteran" "Lock in, XG81." Baraluka's voice reverberated in the cockpit. He snuffed out his death stick and locked his helmet back in...

NAME: Baraluka Mohabi FACTION:Independent Bounty Hunter SPECIES: Human AGE: 47 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'4" (7'8" in his exaggerated power suit) WEIGHT: 260lbs (504lbs in his power suit) EYES: Grey HAIR: Grey SKIN: White CREDITS: 1,000 DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Face has been so badly burned during his...

"Forgive me for sounding ambitious, master, but I am looking forward to a bit of action. I mean...I know that isn't very jedi like, but I have had all of this training for so long, I am eager to put it to the test. Agreeably, however, I do hope nothing happens, as I would not like to see...

"Traffic ought never dictate our speed, master." Ulysse cooly moved around the back of the speeder and approached the side. These models had no tops and thus, no doors, so Ulysse hopped into it. "I've never been in the underground sections of Corruscant before. . . What's to be expected?"...

Jamalls voice was barely audible passing through Ulysse's trousers, however he did hear "docking slot 51" so he headed there. As he rushed over, he would occasionally greet one of the other jedi padawan that he would train with or knew from his various classes. However, his excitement was...

Ulysse meditated in his room, juggling a few of his personal belongings with the force. His lightsaber, his datapad, and both of Weishengs bracers. Weishengs exodus no longer bugged Ulysse. He concentrated on his teachings, and ever more was getting deeply involved in his political and...

The words stung. They nipped at the part in him that wanted to be detached. With a nod, Ulysse dismissed himself. He strode quickly to the gardens. The rocks where he had fallen became a place of great significance to him. Ulysse, approaching the tallest of the rocks, climbed it slowly and...

Ulysse quietly followed Jamall to Shengs quarters. They droned on through the academy listlessly. Ulysse kept his mind focused on his training, however when they entered Weishengs private quarters, his cortosis bracer's, the gift he had left for Ulysse, were laid out on top of a table that sat...

Jim Bower stood in the aqueous lounge outside the medical clinic. He kept on spotting a stout, bald man entering and leaving. Thought it might be Fontaine. Wasn't sure. Had to double check that. He lit one of his Lucky Stirkes and peered over his newspaper at the entrance to the medical...

Seeing Sheng about face and leave adruptly as Ulysse turned the corner immediately caused an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sheng was already too far for Ulysse to run after, or yell at for that matter. He just sort of let him go. He saw Jamall standing there; the look on the...

[Time lapse two years ahead, Ulysse is 14.] Yesterdays lightsaber training session went well with Jamall. At first, Ulysse felt he was at an advantage, but it was clear Jamall had led him in such a way to lead his hopes high, proving a disaster for Ulysse, who took a stinging blow by the...

Ulysse shifted a bit under the sheets of his medical bed, relieved to see his master had come to check up on him. "My head hurts..." Ulysse admitted. "I'm hungry." Ulysse's stomach was churning, both from the lack of food all day as well as the effect of the kolto's effect on ones metabolism...