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There have been a few shots at sparking activity in the Civilian Resistance Forums, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Come dust off your characters and have a little happy banter... and perhaps setup a job or two. :p
Terminus was at the ass end of the galaxy; almost as far away from the Core Worlds as one could get with out floating out in the vast nothingness between galaxies. Recently Imperium activity had picked up around the system. Apparently the Jedi had frakked up, big time, and the Imps were using the planet as a staging point to reach some outta the way rock that the Jedi had decided to hole themselves up on. This was highly inconvenient for the Rebels who had stashed themselves away on Terminus’ massive spaceport. Though it seemed like a fairly good reason to stay away, Bahati was sure that it wouldn’t keep the misanthropes of the Civilian Resistance from business as usual.
‘Miss Fortune’ rested firmly and heavily on her landing struts. Steam bellowed from venting ports, as the large freighter creaked and complained under her own weight. A buxom human female inspected the freighter’s undercarriage, totting a massive 1 meter wrench slung over her shoulder. Her flawless caramel skin glistened with sweat. She had just completed repairs on the rear loading ramp. The blasted thing had begun sticking again, which was a massive inconvenience when trying to make a quick getaway. Seeing as it currently was the only working access point onto Miss Fortune, it was important that it worked properly.
Bahati’s lips twisted, as she scanned the area of the spaceport. She had joined the Civilian Resistance hoping to work with a group of bad-asses raring to take the fight to the Imperium, no matter the odds. There seemed to be a noticeable lack of bad-asses sauntering up.
”Hello! I’ve been on this Kriffin’ rock for 5 hours! Isn’t anybody going to come greet me?” the Smuggler shouted, flipping her left hand in the air in exasperation.