HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 21, 2008 5:31:01 GMT
OOC: I'm not sure if you're referring to Gul Ken'tar, Lockandload, since Gul is tall with a long neck, but at the same time he's a pasty white (see character sheet description and supplied image), so I'm going to assume you meant something else since he's also not alone, but with others.
IC: Gul Ken'tar's eyebrow arched slightly as he examined the 'path' he had discovered at the edge of the woods. Upon closer inspection, it definitely was an animal trail. But whatever creature made this path must have been the size of a rancor. Wildlife obviously doesn't come small on Lehon...
He turned to face the others and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again as he spotted a distinctive figure approaching. The man walking towards them was wearing beskar'gam by the look of it; armor made of Mandal Iron, a distinctive Mandalorian trademark. Or perhaps he is an imposter, using the armor as an intimidation tactic. There was one way he could find out, however.
"Su'cuy, ner vod!" Gul called out to the man as he approached.
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Post by storyteller on Jul 21, 2008 19:08:13 GMT
OOC: I'm not sure if you're referring to Gul Ken'tar, Lockandload, since Gul is tall with a long neck, but at the same time he's a pasty white (see character sheet description and supplied image), so I'm going to assume you meant something else since he's also not alone, but with others. IC: Gul Ken'tar's eyebrow arched slightly as he examined the 'path' he had discovered at the edge of the woods. Upon closer inspection, it definitely was an animal trail. But whatever creature made this path must have been the size of a rancor. Wildlife obviously doesn't come small on Lehon...He turned to face the others and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again as he spotted a distinctive figure approaching. The man walking towards them was wearing beskar'gam by the look of it; armor made of Mandal Iron, a distinctive Mandalorian trademark. Or perhaps he is an imposter, using the armor as an intimidation tactic. There was one way he could find out, however. "Su'cuy, ner vod!" Gul called out to the man as he approached. The Mandalorian was surprised the Kaminoan knew his tounge, a well traveled or well learned individual. Nearing the group, Vevut replied in kind, his voice being amplified in a comm-like chatter through his helmet. "Elek. Gar lise jorhaa'ir jate par kaminii." His grip remained firmly on his rifle, but the tension previously felt was relieved somewhat. Examining the group a bit more, he smiled. A Jawa, sullustans, Kaminoans, and what looked to be a Human, perhaps Miraluka...due to the blind fold....rare. The rat looking Chadra-fan and the other human pilot caught the eye in the side of his visor, but his attention remained steadily focused on the Kaminoan speaking with him. The tracking modification within his helmet instantly spotted a large predator track. Broken brush, indented foot prints of enough wait to crush skulls....it looked as if it was a baby Rancor... This area would get much more dangerous at nightfall.
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Post by Lammy on Jul 22, 2008 4:35:20 GMT
The conversation between another newcomer as well as the Kaminoan was interesting enough. If Addy actually understood what they were saying. Instead of trying to pointlessly soak in the language they were using, the woman turned her attention to the others.
Her gaze fixed itself on the man dressed in dark, who had earlier asked for at least a name. "Adelaide Samri... I'd prefer Addy, though." She tried a smile, but the expression on his face looked strained-- like what he was saying was forced. So instead, it turned into an awkward grin, followed by a reluctant raise of the hand in a weak wave.
Promptly enough, a Chadra-fan made his way over to her, medpac in hand. His chittered Basic was a wonderful gesture and Addy gladly took the case from him. "Glad to see that no one has reached the 'survival of the fittest' stage."
Addy stood there for a second, wondering if she put any ideas into anyones head before slowly sitting herself down to tend to her ankle. After removing her boot and poking around for bruising, the pilot applied what seemed appropriate to her ankle. A glance back up at her current saviour showed her discomfort with her handy work.
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 24, 2008 2:42:44 GMT
Gul Ken'tar nodded slightly to the Mandalorian. He wouldn't tell the man that he actually didn't speak Mando'a. Things were complicated enough without a pissed off Mandalorian added to the mix.
"Well now, are you all going to just stand there?" He asked the others, though his pointed nod to the female pilot was enough, he thought, to let her know that he understood her situation. His urge for promptness was directed towards the others; people who rarely spoke or did anything at all.
It makes one wonder how they expect anything to be accomplished when they don't do anything at all. Perhaps if they did more, or spoke more often, things would move at a faster pace.
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 24, 2008 17:06:46 GMT
Darwin's eyes snapped to the Kaminoan for a moment, hostility flaring in his eyes. How dare that alien freak try and order him around? How dare he try and hurry Darwin to do ANYTHING? He didn't bow to his whim, he wasn't his MASTER, why the hell should he do anything for him? But again, he bit back his words, though it took considerable effort to do so. How he would just love to draw his blaster and shoot him, or carve him up with his lightsaber...
Instead, he forced a smile to his lips, and turned towards him fully, keeping a forced cheerful look. "Well, lead the way, oh leader. We sheep will follow." He said with obviously false cheer, his tone dripping a dark sarcasm. Yes... Take the lead. This way, I can shoot you in the back later.
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Post by Stephanie on Jul 29, 2008 4:29:42 GMT
OOC: Subliminal message.
Julianna heaved herself across the gap between two pieces of debris, her momentum sending her toppling off of her landing area. She landed in the sand of the beach on her hands. Smiling, she rolled over, sitting on her bottom with her arms propping her up, and laughed at herself. After overhearing the adults speaking about what plan of action they should take, she stood up and returned to the circle.
"Maybe we should go into the woods and hide until we can decide what to do," Julianna suggested, hoping her father would approve. "We need to get off the beach, right? Those natives know we're here, so we should find a nice hiding spot to surprise them from," she said, nodding to herself. With a smile, she looked up at Gul Ken'tar, a droplet of water landing on her nose; a tempest was approaching from out on the sea.
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Post by storyteller on Aug 6, 2008 23:16:47 GMT
ooc: Happy birthday chic,hope it was a good one. Yeah HK, sorry if you feel I'm hijacking things but I'm pretty sure you wouldnt have a problem with everyone carrying on the story. This is the same Lehon from KOTOR right?
IC: Vevut eyed the group before speaking basic.
"Glad to see that no one has reached the 'survival of the fittest' stage." a human female remarked, to which the Mandalorian could only turn his head and laugh to.
"Already there." he replied, noticing the injured ankle, a grimace formed on his concealed face.
"We'll find the natives on this island if any exist, and I'm sure the Jawa will be able to work mechanical magic once we get access to proper tools. I'm not bad with a hydro spinner myself. If we move quickly we'll get the drops on whoever else is out here before they can reach for anything."
"Grab what you can, and lets move out."
A group would make things a bit easier, and the Jawa would be the only one he would need. Someone who could repair the damned flight computer and ship's engine. He began his descent into the forest, the massive cannon of his gripped firmly, and without looking back or needing further input, he marched forth.
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Aug 7, 2008 23:37:10 GMT
OOC: It is the same world, yes, but keep in mind that the Rp takes place in 41 ABY, which is about 4,000 years after KotOR. And no, I don't have a problem with people continuing to post. My internet access until Monday will be sketchy at best, and I have a very limited amount of time to post right now 'cept to say hi!
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 18, 2008 20:57:32 GMT
OOC: Dang it, just when I finally decided on a race I might possibly consider being, everyone disappears for a month.
Well, that teaches me. *sniffles* I shouldn't bother... *breaks into tears*
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Post by Stephanie on Oct 30, 2008 22:32:50 GMT
HK has a habit of going AWOL.
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Post by Deinonychus on Nov 12, 2008 6:19:54 GMT
OOC: Holy crap, activity on this thread! But not RP activity.
I made a character and everything, but deleted it because of... yeah.
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