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Post by sheroknight on May 25, 2009 21:20:44 GMT -5
Alana'Sak stepped off the transport in Mos Eisley. The dry hot sun burning away at her light blue skin. Alana'Sak pulled her armorweave cloak closed and headed off to the nearest cantina, if she was going to find out anything about where to find her mark, she needed to find some drunk men with loose lips.
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Post by J.B. on May 26, 2009 10:58:18 GMT -5
Shanika sat in a corner. She was suppoed to meet someone here. They supposedly wanted to sell her a ship... if she could do something for them. A Rodian sat down across from her.
"I'm McThunder." he said in a nasal voice. "I need you to do something. In return I'll give you my best ship. Corillian Transport. IT-13 model. Heres a list of whats on it."
He handed her a slip of paper. It listed a great many things, including four enforcer droids.
"Must be a pretty important job if you'll give me all of this." she said.
It said that the ship hed a proton torpedo launcher, four lazer cannons, and an extra thruster.
"It has to do with an anzat. I heard you can deal with them. I need you to take one out."
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Post by sheroknight on Jun 5, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
Alana'Sak walked through the bar listening in on the conversations. There were many deals and back ally trading occurring but no news yet on her target. Alana was about to leave as she overheard talk of an anzat meeting with a human with a large scar on his face, it sounded like her mark.
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Post by J.B. on Jun 7, 2009 19:34:46 GMT -5
"No ship is worth my skin." Shanika said getting up.
"Wait. He won't hurt you on purpose. He's a jedi." McThunder said in a last ditch attempt.
Shanika stopped and sat back down.
"A jedi, eh? Why do you want him taken out?"
"Because hes worth a lot of money to me. Not enough to make up for the ship, but...."
"Sepratists hire you?"
"Yea."
"Your own skin worth too much?"
"Thats the general idea."
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