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Do one of you guys want to post? :)

8D3 noticed an air vent up top, still roaring like a hungry rancor. He tore off the vent which landed on the metallic ground. *TWANG*. 8D3 grabbed the edge of the exposed vent and hoisted himself up, looking inside the air vents interior. The vent went on for seemingly forever, darkness...

8D3 lumbered with the group to his pod, making sure he put fuel in his flamethrower this time. 8D3 didn't speak like his fellow hunters, he just stared, his usual blank stare. He was a droid of very few words, and sometimes even very few thoughts. 8D3 ducked into the pods small door, the doors...

Sweet, post the link when we are ready to roll!

Shall we make the RP thread?

@Milk @Eddie Shall we make an OOC thread and start the thread guys?

CHARACTER: 8D3 MISSION REQUESTED: BOARDING PARTY REASON BEST SUITED: 8D3 is a decent fighter. Being a smelting droid, 8D3 is tough, being able to survive very high temperatures and heavy punishment. He has even survived a light-saber to the face by an angry sith. 8D3 is used to dealing with...

I volunteer!

Any room for 8D3? I'm interested

Sure thing, it was fun! Looking forward to next time

Yup, I wanted to make a bounty hunter droid that isn't an assassin droid, even though they are much cooler.

"Well tin man, guess we got to collect the bounty now?" 8D3's eyes shot to the mysterious speaker. His programming made him automatically aim his flamethrower mounted to his left wrist at the figure. As soon as 8D3 recognized the person, he relaxed. 8D3 collapsed the shock baton and put it back...

8D3 heard a commotion going on in one of the apartments behind him. He could hear a light-saber buzzing from the lit room. Found him. 8D3 threw off his cloak and activated his jetpack, flying into the air and through the apartment window, smashing the glass. 8D3 pulled out his shock baton...

8D3 walked through the streets, a robe crudely covering his jet-pack and wrist mounted flamethrower, a hood covering his metallic face. 8D3 was trying to find a guy, Alex he think his name was. Apparently he had a light-saber, hopefully not, he didn't want another person cutting open his face...

Count me in

8D3 stared at the sith. He hated sith. Maybe it was the fact they could tear him apart without even touching him, or maybe it was the fact one of them left a nasty scar across his face. 8D3 kept one hand on his blaster and kept his flamethrower ready. He looked around, everyone had weapons...

Its alright, its alright, I will post!

Skip me, let Krajin post! I'll add something the next time I get to post, I have nothing to add at the moment.

Who is up next to post?

Alrighty, I'll work on it.