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-[Roster]-
The Captain
Romulus
(Project XII)
Second In-Command / Co-Pilot
Ser'eph Curoth
(Niner)
The crew
Glizzard
(BringMeTheHorizon)
Nastrad Weilcher
(Enekappa)
Fulcrum
(Brasse)
Dark Eye
(Dark Cloud)
Draco
(TJ)
Dr.Null
(Caged Ghost)
Suppliers and Associates
Jikko J. Trump
(Viggy)
TERMINATING StandBy.sequence
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Launching STATION Network-O.PSystem.executive
WELCOME
TO THE
GALACTIC REPUBLICAN-NETWORK; localized
SECTOR: A'LUUDRAI,- 3 PARSECS from SUN
COORDINATES: UNKNOWN
PLEASE ENTER USER-INFORMATION
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C-453 NOSIX- terminating -
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Launching STATION Network-O.PSystem.executive
WELCOME
TO THE
GALACTIC REPUBLICAN-NETWORK; localized
SECTOR: A'LUUDRAI,- 3 PARSECS from SUN
COORDINATES: UNKNOWN
PLEASE ENTER USER-INFORMATION
******
**421***
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Dalan just sat there in some cantina on CoroNet, minding his own business as usual.Silently he nipped from the Glass filled with Liquor, as suddenly a group of Men approached his lone Table in the Corner - their clothing resembling Republican Uniforms and so, he slowly moved his left hand onto the Blaster at his side.Two of them sat down on the Couch, the others however went to drink and placed themselves over at the Counter.Dalan was noone to wait, he allways asked first - his desire for answers never stilled.
"May I ask what the hell you want?" he questioned the man bluntly in the typical Corellian-esque, whos Helmet looked quite weird towards him - a design not common under the Ranks of those he suspected them to be part of."Look, we aren't part of the Republic if you worry about that - so would you mind moving your hand from the Blaster?" The corellian looked confused into the blank Metal-mask the man opposite of him wore,- the question he asked himself remained quite simple and focused on the movement he had made before - but in the end he did as asked.
"Good." the Voice behind the Mask spoke "We didn't come to kill you, but to make you an offer - so I'll drop right to the point.We are smugglers, like y-" Dalan interrupted the man right in the point as he realised what they offered him - they seemed unarmed, all of them.
"I'm not going to join you." The decision was made in one swift move, one thought - nothing more, but he received no response in words, but one in bullets crafted out of metal.Blood left his mouth, choked up out of his lung - a stare of shock and panic joked in his eyes untill the time he would decay into nothing more but mere Dust.Dalan met his end at the hands of people, he didn't even know.
Dalan just sat there in some cantina on CoroNet, minding his own business as usual.Silently he nipped from the Glass filled with Liquor, as suddenly a group of Men approached his lone Table in the Corner - their clothing resembling Republican Uniforms and so, he slowly moved his left hand onto the Blaster at his side.Two of them sat down on the Couch, the others however went to drink and placed themselves over at the Counter.Dalan was noone to wait, he allways asked first - his desire for answers never stilled.
"May I ask what the hell you want?" he questioned the man bluntly in the typical Corellian-esque, whos Helmet looked quite weird towards him - a design not common under the Ranks of those he suspected them to be part of."Look, we aren't part of the Republic if you worry about that - so would you mind moving your hand from the Blaster?" The corellian looked confused into the blank Metal-mask the man opposite of him wore,- the question he asked himself remained quite simple and focused on the movement he had made before - but in the end he did as asked.
"Good." the Voice behind the Mask spoke "We didn't come to kill you, but to make you an offer - so I'll drop right to the point.We are smugglers, like y-" Dalan interrupted the man right in the point as he realised what they offered him - they seemed unarmed, all of them.
"I'm not going to join you." The decision was made in one swift move, one thought - nothing more, but he received no response in words, but one in bullets crafted out of metal.Blood left his mouth, choked up out of his lung - a stare of shock and panic joked in his eyes untill the time he would decay into nothing more but mere Dust.Dalan met his end at the hands of people, he didn't even know.
-[Roster]-
The Captain
Romulus
(Project XII)
Second In-Command / Co-Pilot
Ser'eph Curoth
(Niner)
The crew
Glizzard
(BringMeTheHorizon)
Nastrad Weilcher
(Enekappa)
Fulcrum
(Brasse)
Dark Eye
(Dark Cloud)
Draco
(TJ)
Dr.Null
(Caged Ghost)
Suppliers and Associates
Jikko J. Trump
(Viggy)
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