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The Gentleman pulled back the bolt, ejecting the spent cartridge, and sliding a new one automatically into the chamber, the gun's mechanics working like clockwork. As if the man using the gun followed the same principal, the gun's barrel shifted, almost imperceptibly, as the failed kill shot...

(OOC: Sorry for the delay. Shouldn't happen again.) And it began. Nearly physically knocked back by the entering roar of the beastly repeater, Aaramis dropped to the ground, feeling the heat of the maelstrom of liquid metal passing by to his left. He felt rather than heard the torrent...

And so today's specimen entered. Aaramis's pale blue optics flicked across the new arrival's armor, attempting to discern its potential weaknesses. His left arm, stopped in mid motion fro its path to his jacket pocket, and eventually, his pipe, fell limp, and then rose up to his hat. He...

(Theme) The well dressed man placed his cane onto the durasteel floor of the room, making an audible impact. The sound echoed around the roughly circular room as a finely crafted dress-shoe followed the cane, also creating a clicking sound. The rest of the man followed, stepping out of the...

So, Omega, me Tunnel Rat, and Caged are in? Sweet. Thats almost every rouge shield member.

Aaramis Voross is in. Post the thread, and I'll join promptly.

Aaramis Voross Link Tech Specialist and Exotic Weapons Master Gentleman - Told you it'd be up soon.

(The holodisk reading comes up on the screen, flickering lightly as the sound of static fades in. Afeter a few loud crackles, the static begins to fade away.) Entry 12 "T- com-der told us to tread carefully now that the republic had caught wind of our raids. He was glancing m- -ay the whole...

(OOC: Thanks for coming, and damn good fighting! My character was just not multi-purpose to win; anyways, good job! On a side note, I was looking at your Rouge Shield faction, and I have a pretty good concept for a character in it. Look for it soon :CHappy: And so it ended. Even as the...

Throughout the human mercenary's gyrations, long glimpses of the armored warrior flashed by, giving the statistician a patchwork of data as to his opponent's position. It was not without weaknesses, however, as he was nearly caught by a haphazard burst by his foe with his back turned. The...

Questions filled the mercenary's mind. As he observed his opponent being struck by at least two rounds, he had realized that his thirty two round clip, although specifically designed and created to store armor piercing round, had instead contained normal rounds. This was a screw up he had...

(OOC: Kaleko doesn't know that your character is a girl, but it makes writing a lot easier to refer to her as such.) A trail of dust gradually rose behind the approaching aggressor. Armed to the teeth with what appeared to be an assault rifle, some serious looking armor, and, he noted...

( 1v1 )(No restrictions) Brown. The color was the simplest and most effective way to describe the dueling ring on which today's events would play out. Located in a grimy pit of a town on Tatooine, the ring was constructed of some sort of earthen material, perhaps clay. Stands rose in...

Kashyyyk. A wide vista of green opened before Kaleko, piercing through the surrounding tendrils of clouds. He stood, pensive, gazing out before the unbroken blanket of vegetation before him, eyes reflecting the flickering red lights of the alarms. A flaming fighter passed before the octagonal...

Kaleko Sisk NAME: Kaleko Sisk FACTION: N/A RANK: N/A SPECIES: Human AGE: 31 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5’ 11” WEIGHT: 172 lbs EYES: Brown HAIR: Dark Brown SKIN: White CREDITS: 1000 DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Significantly scarred and burned left cheek FORCE SENSITIVE: No STRENGTH: Moderate. Kaleko...

Update: Project Kangaroo has made considerable progress. Designs have been drawn up and an outer shell prototype is under construction. The 500,000 recruits have been trained.

Without delay, Siv made his decision. He may be weird, but he had a shrew tactical mind. He headed for the weapons immediately. He hit the door running, making it jar around. With shrewd use of a piece of scrap metal on the ground, he broke the lock off the door ad thundered inside. Within...

OOC: Sorry, thought this was another character... IC: The force flowed through the air, into Lee's legs. And he prepared for an assault, for this was clearly not a youngling. He dropped into the Solid Fist stance. His lightsaber was still unignited in his sleeve.

"Is there a reason you dress in such a manner? The sombrero and rags don't exactly express the quintessence of a loyal soldier." Siv turned around to the man, the captain, his current master. On his face was an odd grin, and the it was clear by the look on his face that something was wrong...

"Hmph." Siv advanced to the captain's position and began to administer the antidote, which he pulled out of his rags. He inserted the needle and injected its contents. It shouldn't have any permanent effects. Siv didn't want to rob the Alsakans of a valuable captain. He took several steps...