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Narrative: Several hours later the two arrive on Tatooine. They make their way into Mos Eiesly. "I could use a drink. Cantina." Wedge was now fully armoured again, his helmet turning on his shoulders, keeping an eye on events around him.

Good evening :)

"Heh, I don't care much for it. The aim is to use cards, some plus some minus, to reach 20 without going bust." OOC: Time skip?

Baldoren picked himself up. What the hell just happened? His anger ignited and flared up. True Sith? He wants to test me? So be it. As Raz had instructed him mere days before he took hold of that anger, allowing it no will of its own but hammering it into his service. He stretched out with...

So am I :)

Thread has been up for a while on the Korriban Academy board. "Master Needed for new arrival."

Wedge grinned. "I pull the wings off flies." He pulled out a metal container from under his chair. "Pazaak." He opened the container to reveal a good many cards.

Baldoren needs a master at the moment, if you are still able?

Allright... thanks for letting me know :)

I pawned it a few days back, sorry bro.

Welocome! (Back?) Hugely important event: I joined! Nah, not so important. Good to meet you though:)

"Baldoren Caldorik is my name. I was brought here by a Sith Crusader who found me on Taris just over a year ago. He didn't stay to train me though so I've only learned basic Ataru." Baldoren could see the intelligence in Raz' eyes. The power that came with it. He found his lust for power...

Baldoren grinned sheepishly, a liking for the Yuzzem growing on him. "Thanks" he accepted the giant's help gratefully "One day, maybe. I'll be stronger than you!" He winced. "But that day won't be any time soon. Whats your name big guy?"

Not when you're studying Carol Ann Duffy.

Touche, good sir, touche. If I take a little while to respond I'm writing English essays...

You would be correct in thinking that sir! Problem? It's not my fault you yanks lag so far behind!

Baldoren found himself blocking manically, his furious attack turning to a desperate defence. He blocked thrice before the claws ravaged his body. For the next few seconds he blocked more strikes, unable to take a hand away from his weapon, taking more damage from the claws. One last attack...

It is a quarter to ten in the morning here!

Noticing the Twi'lek scanning the controls the Mandalorian laughed. "They're locked down by R4 - only I can access them through him. And he's programmed to melt down upon anything being tampered with without my codes, which I memorised."

Wedge dropped into a seat in the cockpit, motioning for the humanoid to sit opposite him. He removed his helmet. "Name's Wedge. Wedge Finnigin. You have some explaining to do. I want to know about this job and how much I can expect to make."