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Okay, good. Thanks.

Hi...? Sorry, I read your reply, just didn't... reply to it. Sorry.

Fantastic writing, I must say, Xan. Very eloquent.

"Yes," he replied; though he was going to continue, the assassin left before he could elaborate. The smuggler looked on as the armoured man disappeared into the shop, and twiddled his thumbs until he returned. The youth looked up as the Assassin returned, and remained silent, waiting for the...

"Oh. No. This is actually only my second smuggling run," the youth admitted. He reasoned that truth was best, otherwise doubt would sow and perhaps disrupt the mission. Hoping that the other smuggler was more experienced, he drank the last of his malt before saying, "I've actually never been...

"Oh? Good." The smuggler ignored the 'pretty boy' comment, and followed the assassin through the crowd, manoeuvring his way as easily as water flows down a stream. Tingly. He felt some sort of... force touching his mind, but attributed it to merely the alcohol he had drank earlier.

"Just a small transport," he replied, sipping his malt. "Not too large, but it does the job. No huge shipments, of course. Not my forte." The youth had expected to hear that the other smuggler flew a freighter. Many smugglers did, for the space provided and such things.

"I don't find people, sorry." He tipped his fedora at Xanthus. "I deliver. This time, however, I will be delivering death." He chuckled; the look of the armoured man simply emanated, 'assassin'. The young smuggler had just earlier bought a speeder bike for traversing the Dune Sea, which he...

"Good idea," the smuggler replied, taking a seat next to his teammate. "Malt, please." A glass of slid into Kahl's hand, and he turned to Renald. "You've got a ship, I'd imagine."

In white tank top and black fedora, the young smuggler spotted his soon-to-be partner in the crowd of the Mos Espa spaceport. Maneouvering through the crowd, he tapped on the opposite-facing armored man's shoulder. "Xanthus, right?" he asked in a low tone.

I'm sorry, I just can't think of a way to start the thread. Could you, please? I'm just no getting any inspiration.

Alrighty then.

Unless Xan wants to, I can.

Who shall begin the thread, then?

"Kahl," he replied, shaking the man's hand. The youth pulled his hand back, and leaned to the side on one hip, glancing around the station. Taking his hat off for a moment, he ran his hand through his luscious brown locks, bright green eyes scanning his surroundings with a somewhat disinterested...

Seated at the captain's chair of his small transport vessel, the young smuggler checked his datapad for the millionth time. Confirming his coordinates, he rashly maneouvered the Wakizashi into the nearest open docking bay. Kahlaionin strapped his belt of energy packs onto his chest, (which held...

Yay! I'll be ready to RP in around two hours.

Okay, cool. EDIT: I am now ready to RP what missions are available.

Ah, okay. Do you have any characters you would involve in the Retrade?

So, anyone going to join any of the missions? Kahl is bored :p