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All forms are inferior to Form "Zero".

I've been having a blast in GTA: O. Me and my friend have been alternating doing the 24/7 circuit - see how many convenience stores you can knock off in a row - and bounty-hunting. I'm a decent hand on the helicopter stick, and my friend is a good shot. We make bank in sessions where there are...

Haha, well that answers that.

I've been keeping close tabs on the timeskip history, and I think it is wonderful. As a newbie, I'm excited to be starting my time here at the turn of a tide. Reading through the information that's been posted, I've been hit with an idea- well a couple, really, but they aren't all immediately...

Edit: Posted this in the wrong place, for which I apologize.

Absotively! I agree, good place to wrap it up.

"I can make my own way back." Logar said bluntly. He touched his forehead in a casual salute, then pulled the speeder away. He didn't feel like making small-talk with the Mando mercenary. In fact, he didn't feel like doing anything but gathering his thoughts over a Lannik-brewed ale. Today had...

Job well done. The Bothan let that phrase roll around in his head as he let his heartbeat slow down. A job well done. Logar glanced sidelong at Cain. That went fantastically and a job well done. He sighed, taking one hand off the wheel and fishing out his last cigarra. The t'bac stick was bent...

Logar bobbed his head. He had no love for pirates, but he still couldn't help but pity them. There was a firestorm headed their way, and it was going to be fairly unpleasant. The Bothan packed his equipment away, double-checking that the slicing program had finished. His datapad now had the...

Logar knelt next to the two unconscious techies, pressing a clawed finger to each one's neck. There was a pulse. The Mando merc hadn't put them down for good. The Bothan slid into one of their seats, bag in his lap. He pulled out two datapads and a fistful of wires, beginning to set up the...

The Bothan stepped into the elevator next to Cain. So far so good. They were matching up with Logar's rough guess of a timetable- by his estimate they only had an hour left on site. Less if the slicing programs he'd brought along did what the seller had promised. Logar knew his way around a...

Logar dropped his cigarra and crushed it out as he exited the speeder. He took a moment to stretch, exaggerating the movement so he could keep an eye on the general compound as he did so. There was hustle and there was bustle. The pirates seemed inordinately quiet for a group supposedly gearing...

Logar merely bobbed his head at Cain. The first checkpoint would be one of the biggest hurdles. Second checkpoint, not so much. As he'd pointed out in the ship, the compound was very keyed towards keeping people out, not making sure the people inside were supposed to be there. Each checkpoint...

Logar opened his eyes at Cain's voice, blinking twice at the bright light spilling in from Lannik outside. The Bothan unbuckled and rose, stretching himself out with a satisfying series of pops. At least the trip had been short. "What's an astral plane?" Logar murmured, furrowing his brow and...

"Mandalorian bred. Right. That puts some things in context." Logar said dryly, itching idly under his chin. Spynet had some dealings with the Mandalorians, but Lo'tey himself had never involved himself with them. He was a domestic personality, back in the service. He knew Bothans and stuck to...

Logar nodded, not looking at Cain. He was busy on his datapad, tapping away hurriedly. The Bothan wasn't a slicer, but he knew his way around a computer system. It helped that he'd legitimately worked for TransGalaxy before- the first time as cover for a ryll-smuggling sting. The second time...

Logar shook Cain's hand briefly as they made their way into the ship. Shaking hands, palm to palm, was such a curiously Coruscanti custom. It had propagated to even the furthest reaches of the galaxy, as far as the Bothan knew, but he'd never personally seen the appeal. Supposedly its origins...

The Bothan stood in front of The War Chaser, looking around with a furrowed brow. He held up a slip of paper, turning in a slow circuit and frowned. He apparently couldn't find the ship he was looking for. After a moment, the Bothan shoved the slip of paper back into his pocket and wandered off...

Sounds right up his alley, I can dig it.

As a Bothan he was taught that violence was an admission that you weren't clever enough to get what you wanted by other means. On a more personal level, he dislikes it immensely and rarely even bothers with a sidearm. Surveillance he'd be down with. Joining the big boys? Not so much.