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http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=700522#post700522 Oya! Delta, you can choose how to enter this. You could be staking out the house, waiting to see if the guy tries breaking in after Ratc finishes lunch, be undercover in a different area, be shaking someone down, be just...

Mandolore. Keldabe. Midmorning. The air was full of the humming of repulsorlifts, ships preparing to take off or land. Around the fringes of the landing pads clustered service technicians, merchant repulsortrucks, and loafers with nothing better to do. Not all were true Mando...

Everyone asks me that question. When they feel like they’ve gotten to know me well enough, they pluck up their courage and ask me that. THAT. You’d think people would wonder about other things. The scar on my chin. The training, where I came from. But no. The only thing they seem interested...

Jarek Marone Age: 29 Imperial Stormtrooper #52045 No, ma’am, I really am a soldier. I’ve got the ID to prove it. See? IS-52045. The prefix, in case you didn’t know, stands for Imperial Stormtrooper. That’s right, I’m even a commando. What, you got something against military men...

Is one of the legions a special Covert/Black Ops legion? I would like to make a stormtrooper whose specialty is undercover work.

Chace Skirata half-dragged his client through the streets of Mos Eisley. The other bodyguard had already been killed, Chace sought now to evade the pursuing bounty hunters. At least one had opened fire in the cantina, though Chace left nothing to chance. He needed this contract, this money...

Tell me, hut’unn what does this feel like? I nailed your hands to the wall. No need to flail like that—you’re only hurting yourself worse. Relax, save your strength. You’ll need it. You’ve probably never seen me before, have you? I doubt it. If so, it was only in passing. I make a point...

Boots rang on the boarding ramp of Eclipse. Two people descended into the small hanger, under the watchful eye of a guard droid. Of the two, the more noticeable one was the Twi'lek. Her silvery mesh garment was both simple and revealing, and the sway of her hips commanded all male attention...

Hey, just wondering if anyone else here is a member of the Star Wars Combine. I think it would be a good place to advertise, or trade advertising, or something like that. Just throwin' it out there...

Do we have an official stance on Aing-Tii diciplines like Teleportation, Flow-Walking, and the Fighting Sight yet?

Ac'craddon shuffled his feet nervously in the training hall, eyes flickering around. He fingered the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber, checked the door again, and concentrated on calming the jitters in his stomach. Calm down, he told himself. He's not going to eat you. Relax. Meditate...

Guys, I’m truly sorry for this, but I’ve gotta take a leave of absence. Don’t know when I’ll be back. You’re probably wondering why the heck anyone would throw themselves into Role-Playing so ardently, then abruptly declare a leave of absence in the middle of a bunch of games. The thing is...

Djak turned through space on his new ship, the Eclipse. Beside him, his navigator, gunner, partner, and infatuation sat in the copilot’s seat, her hands following his movements on the twin yokes. Her name was Kette’ayala, once a dancer, once his reluctant ally, now his friend. She was...

((This is a friendly sparring match between two padawans with previous Force training in exotic disciplines.)) Ac'craddon walked into the arena, his lekku twitching. His tunic had been discarded at the door, as had his utility belt. Clad in simple pants that did nothing to hinder movement...

Hey girl, haven’t seen you in here before. Oh, really? That’s cool… All right! That’s what I like to see. A beautiful girl who doesn’t just sit there, but goes out and grabs life by the cranial protrusions. Well, I’d better be going. Huh? No, I just finished my drink. What do you mean...

Djak Mikos stood among the wreckage of the tables, his vibroknife humming gently and his other hand buried within the folds of his leather tunic. Blood trickled gently from a cut in his cheek, but he made no effort to wipe it away. Somewhere, liquid dripped from a broken bottle. Privately...

((OOC: Ok, let's try this again)) An engine's silence is louder than any explosion. The usual throbbing purr of the hyperdrive motivators was gone, the giant hold that usually reverberated with the drone was still, and an eerie silence pressed its hand upon Djak's ears. Was it just...

Greetings all, and salutations! This is my first time playing RP on a forum, so bear with me through my misbegotten muddling and may your hair never fall out! Thank you

So, you want to hear my story? It’s not finished, you understand. Of course it’s not—I’m still alive, aren’t I? And hopefully with a long and glorious life still to come. But I digress. My name is Djak Mikos, and I was born on Corellia. I’m 22 standard years old, just graduated from the...