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OOC: This is my first Rebel thread, decided I'd just give it a go. Any plot line is welcome since I'm starting with a very basic opening post. Go easy on me :)!
IC: Skip arrived on Ord Pardon in his fighter, tired and baggy eyed. But still, somewhere in his reserves he found the energy to be excited. He hadn't been excited about anything in a long time. It had mostly been depression over friends he'd lost and debts to pay, not mention revenge to carry out for both. But, there was a time and place for everything. So Skip landed his fighter the Lost Hero and immediately went for a stroll to take advantage of his rare good mood. Walking calmly for a change, Skip felt at peace. A rarity in his jumbled life. So he jumped and tumbled in the lonliness that surrounded him, finally free of the small cockpit. He had never been on a desert planet before, but to him it didn't matter at the moment. He was a Rebel now, and a new chapter was beginning in his life.
Feeling the heat start to get to him, he shed the wig that irritated his head, revealing his pure white hair. He still had his painted face, so he decided to rub the dye off his skin. Finally, he was himself again. He wasn't Tom Ryan or Axel Burns or whoever his latest fake ID doc said he was. He was Skip Hopper, Echani pilot and devoted warrior. His chalk pale skin nearly reflected sunlight off it, giving him an odd glow. The two blue stripes on his cheeks scrunched up as he squinted at the sun. He still had a whole half day ahead of him. He thought of going back to the base, but decided against it. Instead he began to pet his jax named Jumper, who had bounded over to his side. As much as Skip hated attachment, he knew he could never deny Jumper. He was a sucker for animals. So together, Echani and Jax sat in the hot desert sun of Ord Pardon, baking like pastries in an oven.
Soon, Skip began to feel sweat accumulate on his forehead, so he decided to walk a bit more, He was walking with Jumper at his side when he sensed another presence. Not with the Force, but with a pure smuggler's instinct. He was in a safe place though, so instead of reacting with hostility as he usually would, he turned around to see who it was. "I know you're there!" He called out in no particular direction. "Come out wherever you are!"
IC: Skip arrived on Ord Pardon in his fighter, tired and baggy eyed. But still, somewhere in his reserves he found the energy to be excited. He hadn't been excited about anything in a long time. It had mostly been depression over friends he'd lost and debts to pay, not mention revenge to carry out for both. But, there was a time and place for everything. So Skip landed his fighter the Lost Hero and immediately went for a stroll to take advantage of his rare good mood. Walking calmly for a change, Skip felt at peace. A rarity in his jumbled life. So he jumped and tumbled in the lonliness that surrounded him, finally free of the small cockpit. He had never been on a desert planet before, but to him it didn't matter at the moment. He was a Rebel now, and a new chapter was beginning in his life.
Feeling the heat start to get to him, he shed the wig that irritated his head, revealing his pure white hair. He still had his painted face, so he decided to rub the dye off his skin. Finally, he was himself again. He wasn't Tom Ryan or Axel Burns or whoever his latest fake ID doc said he was. He was Skip Hopper, Echani pilot and devoted warrior. His chalk pale skin nearly reflected sunlight off it, giving him an odd glow. The two blue stripes on his cheeks scrunched up as he squinted at the sun. He still had a whole half day ahead of him. He thought of going back to the base, but decided against it. Instead he began to pet his jax named Jumper, who had bounded over to his side. As much as Skip hated attachment, he knew he could never deny Jumper. He was a sucker for animals. So together, Echani and Jax sat in the hot desert sun of Ord Pardon, baking like pastries in an oven.
Soon, Skip began to feel sweat accumulate on his forehead, so he decided to walk a bit more, He was walking with Jumper at his side when he sensed another presence. Not with the Force, but with a pure smuggler's instinct. He was in a safe place though, so instead of reacting with hostility as he usually would, he turned around to see who it was. "I know you're there!" He called out in no particular direction. "Come out wherever you are!"