Veln smiled and shook his head.
"It's not that easy. I could defeat the Hutts single-handedly if I wanted to - the Senate does not budge, and neither do their masters."
Gamble's raised eyebrow indicated that he was not impressed. Veln paused.
"But, you're right, taking out that fatass slug...
Veln whistled, cutting off Vetor mid-sentence.
"That's your ship?"
Dozens of blockbuster flicks at the cheapies during Veln's childhood had taught him an important rule about starships - the 'inverse badass rule'. Basically, the more badass a character was, the more run-down and patchy their...
Gamble's question hung in the air for a second as they walked, not as important as the itching sensation in Veln's scalp.
"I think this stuff is acidic," he said, running his fingers through his hair. It felt a lot more synthetic, but the blonde had set and wasn't coming out - however, it also...
The family reunion cut short by the arrival of standard-fare Republic grunts, Veln kept up an air of innocence as the squad's commander swaggered up to Gamble, clad in run-of-the-mill ablative plate and shouldering a heavy repeater. He grunted as Swift and Vetor stepped behind Veln and Gamble...
Horrible movie. Also takes a few liberties with the storyline that, while expected, are so shittily-integrated that they lose all meaning. This is disastrous when the whole movie's overarching morale lesson depends on using the Green Lantern's willpower-fuel metaphor for teaching people how to...
Veln smiled and extended his hand.
"Aren't I who? Let me guess, Aphosiel? He probably goes by Aphos now, doesn't he, haha! Haven't seen that guy in years!"
Tough crowd. These guys looked thoroughly unconvinced.
"He's my brother, that's all. We both call Corellia home, but he's the one who...
There was nothing Aphos Veln wanted greater than the destruction of every pharmaceutical & 'lifestyle product' company.
He winced as the inconveniently-acidic hair dye dripped into his eye for the fourth time; the stuff seemed to be attracted to wherever it would cause the most pain. Screw...
Well, might as well throw my hat into the ring. This definitely sounds like it would be a blast.
Also, to everyone else - remember that, even if you don't end up being chosen for the Think Tank, people are pretty open to ideas around here.
OOC: Basically, my character is now a highly-wanted deserter on the run from the Republic. If anybody has a character lying around, you're welcome to join - with me or against me, up to you. Just PM me first.
Veln swore, hitting the ground with his shoulder as blasterfire flew over his head. He...
If you fancy being put on the Republic blacklist, sure! Round up a few comrades if you can - let's build our own S.O.L.A.G., haha. Hell, this timeline is almost over, anyway.