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Drrel stands in the back, his helm under his arm, cigarette in his mouth, exhaling gently, letting the smoke roll from the tip. He looks at Alarann, intrigued by the challenging proposition of the training. He survived Death Watcher. He survived the massacre of Shogun. He fought in the...

Drrel begins to cheer. He could forgive the former Loyalists for their zeal. If anything, he saw it in himself.

As Carien begins to chant, Drrel joins her, the chant echoing throughout the ship.

Drrel walks up from behind A'den, his helm under one arm, lighting a hand-rolled cigarillo with a match. His horns were expertly polished to an ivory sheen, as he watched some of the new recruits.

Outside the door, Drrel comes too, the shot to the windpipe a serious blow that put him out cold. Fighting to his feet, he removes his helm, staggering to the window, able to barely see his own reflection. Blood. It had poured out of his mouth like the drool of drunken men seeing a Half-naked...

Oh. My. Gawd! You nailed the Mando-Zaheed perfectly! If it weren't for the war, Drrel and Zaheed'd get along perfectly

I've been in for 3 years, and I love it. 9/11 was a bit personal for me, and some people are predisposed to be military. My thing is don't give up. Talk to Air Force if necessary.

Here's my 2c: In this case, it's good economics. If homosexual couples want to be as miserable as heterosexual couples and call their lawyers for a divorce, that's more money going into the Economy.

Once I finish him, I'll happily join you.

The gungan points the rifle at the an with the cuffs. "Ah wouldn't do that if Ah were you. Might end poorly" He ratchets the lever action, placing one slug in the chamber. Twenty shots. He had twenty shots in his rifle that he could use to erase these police from existence. "Ah reckon y'all...

You did an excellent job. I just hope Quai'El and my Upcoming Grey Jedi can work together

The gungan grabs his pistols and slides behind the cantina seat, reloading his weapons. He glances over the seat as a bolt hits the top, ducking his head back down. "Well folks, Ah reckon that we're in deep $*^@ right now. Any plans?" He grips a thermal detonator from his side pouch on his...

Whenever you are ready, pm me the link to the thread

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Edit: It's cool, Loco. It's just a tad personal and kind of a tender area for me. Sorry I lost my temper. And to everyone: If anyone has an issue with my actions, I apologize. It's nearly been half a year, and I still have issues. Forgive me, for I am human. Drrel will be erased and a new Mando...

I'm sorry. It's just being powerless scares me to death. It isn't that Drrel is likely going to die. It's that he is the culmination of the people I lost and everything I want to be. He turned into what I am: a weak, sniviling child, crying in the corner, begging for the nightmares to end... I...

Sure. Currently tied up in a gunfight in Anchorheaf

And FYI, the reason I overreacted is because this brings back painful memories for me. From August of last year through January, I lost 6 people in my life: my great uncle (he was like my grandfather), my grandfather (who was my dad for 18 years of my life), and 4 guys I was supposed to deploy...

... With what you said, he's dead either way. Either he dies away from his clan, face-down on the floor from a broken windpipe, or he's executed by A'den as a coward. Honestly, I cannot think of how to redeem him. He could survive, but should swallow a bullet instead. Better that than Death by...

Or I could erase him from the boards and pretend he never existed. Either option is sound to say the least. Take the Alistair route. "not listening! La la lala la!"