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Post by Tia Trilgus on Jan 22, 2005 21:03:11 GMT -5
Public and Private use.
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Post by Karen Nata on Jan 22, 2005 21:04:26 GMT -5
*walks up and meets the buddy*
ok just shoot at the Chancellor when i say so thats all you nead to do
err o k
*they jump on a transport to bespin*
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Calvin
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{Credits: 4500} Duct tape: Like the force, it holds the Galaxy togather.
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Post by Calvin on Jan 24, 2005 12:45:40 GMT -5
Joathan approches the docking bay.
"Corellian Tower, this is flight B-11. Tower, do you copy?"
"Roger B-11. you are clear for docking and unloading on pad 32. Over."
He landed, and got out. A few storm troopers where waiting for him.
"Sir, is this your craft?" The trooper in command asked.
"Yes."
"Sir, please come with us."
"Can I ask what for?"
"Sir, your craft reportibly blasted it's way out of coruscant."
"You're kidding! I have recently inherited this craft, in a game of chance."
"Can you prove that?"
"Of course! I have the proper papers."
He started to get it from his ship, when the trooper stopped him.
"Hold it. we'll get the papers. Where are they?"
"In the side compartment."
"You realize this is an Incom XJ3 starfighter?"
"So? What of it?"
"It is the preferred starship of the rebillion."
"No! You're kidding."
The commander shook his head.
"Sir, his papers check out." A trooper said from Jonathans ship.
"All right, you're free to go. But you might want to change your flight number to avoide searchs in the future."
"Thank you officer. Have a pleasent day."
"You to."
That was a close one. Jonathan thought. He walked out to the beach.
*To beachs.*
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Post by Karen Nata on Jan 24, 2005 12:59:20 GMT -5
*lands his ship*
*walks to his house*
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Calvin
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{Credits: 4500} Duct tape: Like the force, it holds the Galaxy togather.
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Post by Calvin on Jan 24, 2005 14:30:16 GMT -5
Jonathan Kothar got into his X-wing.
"Beep-bo-beep" R4 greeted him.
"Same to you R4. Any thing happen while I was gone?"
"Beeeep-beeep-bo."
"Really? Comm him back."
The droid obeyed the command, and Jonathan looked into the forward view screen as a hologram came on. It was his boss, the director of the Rebel Secret Service.
"Sir."
"Greetings Kothar. I have some desturbing news for you." The director said.
"Well, tell me as I fly sir." He ran through the pre-flight check list.
Some one is planning the assasination of Chancler Marren.
"yeah, I know. I just ran into him."
"On Corellia? Intelligents reports the assisain was on Kashyyyk."
"What? No way-"
"The Empire plans to infiltrate her room and kill her. Only problem is, there was a shoot out there this morning. More than likely they'll try again at what ever Med-ward she goes to. You must protect her at all cost. Do not let the Imp Agents suceed."
"Got it Sir. I'm on my way to Coruscant. Kothar out."
He flew into space.
*To space*
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Post by Karth Halcyon on Feb 20, 2005 0:15:29 GMT -5
Karth stepped off the transport onto the landing pad and took a deep breath of fresh air. It was good to be home. Unfortunately, he was stuck here until he could find a ship and a job, and not necessarily in that order.
He headed towards the nearest cantina, maybe he could find someone to hire him there.
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Post by jawaclan on Apr 3, 2005 14:16:17 GMT -5
*runs in just as a ship is about to take off*
*raises blaster pistol & shoots the guy who's selling tickets*
*jumps on the ship & it flys off*
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