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"Argh!" he dropped to the stumps floor, pain coursing through his body, yet a heady concoction of drugs and booze somehow keeping him going. Watching as Hask appeared the lessen his attack, he sneered. "Come 'ere! I'll knaw your 'ead off!" he shouted, gnashing his teeth like a mad man, and...

"Kark you!" Jorhan screamed as his leg fell to the floor rather helplessly. Collapsing onto Hask, he breifly saw his Twi'lek friend bolting from the bar in terror. Headbutting the man again as he fell, he but the mans collar-bone area in fury, loosing blood fast. "'tis but a scratch!" he...

"We're wanted men! Jorhan continued, watching as the man appeared to take a sudden interest in the hilt of a lightsaber, he gestured tothe increasingly nervous Twi'lek, who was flaking in his desire to back him up. "I've got the death mark, in twelve systems." he sneered, placing his drink...

"....tha's what sh..." Gideon had already forgotten the punchline of his hilarious joke, turning his attentions back to the bar as some newcomer barged into his space. He dropped his hand to his pistol, shaking off the urge to draw, and instead slammed his credits on the bartop. "Beer me!" he...

"Oh no worries dollface." he drawled in a thick Correlian accent, as if accepting her apology. His eyes never leaving the crate of gems, he pondered to himself - here, in the dead of space...nobody would ever know? And, he needed the money.... Dropping his hand to the wrench at his side...

Kinda deserve this one champ. Jorhan thought to himself as Ashlyna shouted at him. She was not happy, by any stretch of the imagination - that much was clear, and Jorhan needed to chill the situation out, a lot, and fast. "Who you callin' scruffy lookin'?" he asked, looking geniunly hurt as he...

"Huh." Jorhan looked as the level just moved itself, and the grapple decided to play ball. Quickly, he improvised, after all - why not take advantage of this sudden improvement in luck? "Oh, hey look, it's working!" he shouted over the comms as she rose higher up the rope. As soon as she was in...

Briefly, Jorhan considered cutting her lose and running off. After all, he had his money no? However, there was something in the back of his mind telling him not to be so cruel. Readying his grapple gun, he approached the door of the frieghter, and, well - just found himself saying it. "Send up...

"Come on," the now slightly panicked voice of the Droid toned in over the comms again "You're getting low on O2, you need to get out of there." it helpfully informed the two Dustdivers, hardly calming either of them down in the process. Down on the Comet, Jorhan did not need telling twice...

"Woo Hoo! Jorhan shouted, a little to loudly down the commlink, doing a thumbs up in the direction of Irmas ship. "Let's haul ass out of here guys." he added, turning his ship away from the base, and hammering down the thrusters, seeking to put as much distance between him and the exploding base...

"Good shot Irma," Jorhan checked in over the comms, whilst lining up a shot of his own on the second incoming interceptor. "Jake, it's now or never." he added, opening fire at the incoming fighter with shocking accuracy. The blast went directly into the cockpit of the incoming ship, much to...

With his target taken out, Jorhan reckoned they had a few moments* before the fighters Irma warned them off got to close. They needed to think fast. "Jake, make another run - Irma," he banked his fighter around to close in on Irmas port wing "You take the lead, I'll cover your wing." he clipped...

"Probably," Jorhan replied to Irmo as he brought the ship out of its approach and commenced the atatck "...most fighter...hang on." he looked down at the station as he completed his approach to the target, spotting what could only be described as flashing lights and banks of troopers and more...

[COLPOR=YELLOW]"Ash,"[/COLOR] Jorhan clipped in over his comms unit "...I'm heading out back, let's make a move." he added, rising from his seat and exiting via the rear entrance of the bar, staying as far away from the combat as he did. From there, he would meetup with Ash, and head back to the...

'His' crew was forming up nicely, a good range of skills and talents - and all for very little by way of company credits. The bosses would be pleased indeed, Jorhan smirked as ehe waved at the newcomers. Parker Tam was the first to arrive, and Jorhan greeted him with a firm handshake - the pilot...

A small sigh of relief escaped Jorhans mouth as the last member of their party formed up with the group. Irma, whilst small, was certainly the most capable pilot he had flown with in recent years, and they where fortunate indeed to have the diminutive devil along with them. "Good to see you...

The Bi-Vane Starfighter Jorhan had picked up for this job, exited hyperspace a few clicks out from the refuelling station controlled by the so-called 'Old Empire'. Hanging in the dead of with little more than a skeleton of starfighters to protect it, the station was ripe pickings for the duo -...

Almost as quickly as it had arrive, the wind vanished. A still calm fell across XY-66 - the deep and unforgiving void of space, utterly silent as the Comet made its steady progress around the solar object which was slowly breaking it apart. Jorhan paused, if only for a second, to take it all in...

"Hold on!" Jorhan shouted, his comms unit basically unworkable given the strength of the wind. "I think the comet has mo..." he was cut off, as a strong solar wind assualted the thin protective layer his gear offered. In desperation, Jorhan hammered his pick into the ground to keep stable...

Here he was, attempting to enjoy a nice pint after a long trip, and some Beskar-Clad Buffoon has to kick off a miniture war in the middle of the bar. "Typical," Jorhan mumbled to the barman, who just rolled is eyes - his dismissal speaking of a man whose venue was all to often the location of...