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Jahn's heart was pounding. Wouldn't yours be if you were a kid with an entire gang coming for your head? His right hand was shaking along with his blaster, a result of his expected anxiety. But despite it all he stood fast. Certain death was now surely closing in on him up those stairs...but he...

A loud BOOM! sounded out from above them as the doors to the turbolift closed. They were coming. Rika chose to stay behind, for what reason the lad had no idea. She may have been unnaturally strong and possessed other abilities he wasn't aware of, but there was still only so much one person...

A look of disgust remained on his face the entire time Durak talked about their target. A drug-dealer, slaver, and a crimelord all rolled up into one slimy package. The Zabrak even went as far as to call him, "one of the lowest Hutts out there." And that's saying something...truly. Jahn...

Jahn gently swirled the liquid around in his glass as he stared into it, listening to Durak speak all the while. So he had thought this out a bit more than he first thought...it was still unimaginably dangerous...but it was nice to know this pirate wasn't just a dumb brute. Truth is? The lad...

Not sure if Prudii's still RPing but you can post in Humble Beginnings if you still want to finish that thread out.

Your turn to clean up the streets, bud

He could barely contain the look of disbelief that graced his face after hearing of Durak's plan. Kill a Hutt? Brilliant. Afterwards they could both go shopping for coffins together... "I have enough problems surviving here without a death mark on my head..." was the boy's reply. He didn't pay...

Jahn winced as a burning sensation spread from his left shoulder. Adrenaline only helped the pain for so long. The wound itself was pretty deep but it didn't seem to affect his motor functions that much. It certainly helped that it wasn't a direct hit either. Still hurt like a son of a bi- tck...

A half-laugh escaped the lad's mouth after he listened to the man speak. "This job would be dangerous," he said... "Walking down the street on this planet is dangerous." came the young man's reply as he slid into the booth opposite Durak. His eyes observed the imposing Zabrak. The kid wasn't...

A deep sigh sounded out as a young man scooped up a datapad on the ground outside of his hovel. "Just my luck..." was the only thing that crossed his mind as he reluctantly activated the device. Last time someone left a note for him, those people kidnapped a friend of his and tried to off them...

Idea sounds fun! I'm down to RP whenever you are :)

@Benvenu7 of course! As far as being a criminal I'm not so sure but I'm always down to RP. It'd be interesting trying to convince Jahn to become one.

[TROPES] Action Survivor. Damn good at being in the wrong place at the right time. He's no hero and he isn't particularly skilled either. His own wit and resourcefulness play a bigger part in him surviving than his combat abilities...most of the time. Has a few Berserk Buttons. Despite his...

[THOUGHTS] Shiri "What can I say about her? It's...hard to feel sorry for myself when Shiri's around. I've known her for a few years now, ever since her parents dropped her in a gutter and left her to fend for herself. I'm no foster home...but I do what I can to help her out from time-to-time...

Ever seen what a blaster bolt does to brick? Well let's just say the corner Jahn was hiding behind wouldn't be a viable cover option in a few seconds. "Too many of them to fight..." the lad thought to himself, cursing his horrible luck. These goons were probably the first three's backup. If he...

More talk. More gun waving. Jahn was about ready to get out of here. He had to make sure Shiri was okay. It probably wasn't the best idea to hang out around dead bodies with a blaster in your hand either. Hell, maybe he'd get lucky for once and the guy brandishing his weapon and yelling would...

Like Jahn had thought to himself only moments before, it was always something... A look of discontent slowly began to spread across his face as he continued to watch the proceedings. From what it seemed like, this man drew his weapon on the young girl for basically no reason with no...

Talk about cold blooded... After rising from her impromptu seat, the white-haired mystery woman granted the already wounded alien a swift demise by breaking his neck with a vicious kick to his face. A hint of surprise graced the lad's face...but it wasn't the killing that shocked him. He...

Movement caught the lad's eye. The white-haired woman he'd spotted earlier made her way over to the group, improvising a seat out of the wounded Gamorrean. He objected of course but she put that to rest instantly, crushing the alien's hand without batting an eyelash. Just who was this lady...

To say the thugs' plans went up in flames was an understatement... By this point the young man was honestly considering drawing on them and taking his chances. These guys didn't look like marksmen in the slightest...but at such close range it was hard to miss with a pistol, let alone a blaster...