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Post by Robbie on Apr 24, 2009 18:36:45 GMT -7
Jarx held out his hands, "Wait wait wait, I did mention swoop racing, but, right now, we have more important matters then to find a swoop for you. We need to get room and board, and see if we can find any survivors, as, we may need their help in the long run. Then, my young lady, we can try and find a swoop for you. BUt first, lets take the elevator out of this dung heep, and get to the top."
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Post by Saint Dane on Apr 24, 2009 20:40:23 GMT -7
Shaa looked down. “forgive me, I was ambitious. What would you like me to do first Jarx?”
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Post by lulusmama on Apr 25, 2009 15:59:16 GMT -7
Julie and Tamar caught up with the group."Hate to say I told you so."Julie said to Jarx
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Post by superman on Apr 25, 2009 18:42:14 GMT -7
Tobin walked out of the wrekage with a big bruise on the left side of his head. "Yeesh! Can anyone use the bathroom in peace these days?!?"
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Post by Robbie on Apr 25, 2009 19:14:01 GMT -7
Jarx was, a little caught off gaurd by the comment, he just did not know what to say, "I am, sorry?" Was all he could think of.
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Post by steven on Apr 26, 2009 8:03:52 GMT -7
Trent used the last of the credits he had and took a speeder to the largest building on Taris. Trents Hq for this planet. IT loomed high above most of the other buildings, and resembled wealth and security. After thanking the driver, Trent walked inside, and noticed a bunch of sith walking around, and asking questions. He over heard one conversation.
"You know that owner of Springfield Enterprises? Well, some of my men said that he killed some of their squad with the other band of fugitves."
"Yes, that would make sense, Trent is finacing their entire op." Trent slowly backed away to the counter, and showed the lady his ID.
"I'm Trent, you know, owner of this place. I really need acess to my quarters." The lady smiled politely, but the smile wavered. Trent knew something was wrong. The lady leaned over and whispered something into Trents ear.
"The sith have officialy declared you an enemy of the state, and have confiscated your quarters. They have been trying to break in to central HQ, but luckily our own security forces are holding them back...for now." Trent pailed, and then sighed. Oh how he hated the sith. Suddenly a sith called out his name.
"Hey, look, its Springfield. Men, arm weapns, he is highly dangerous and is an enemy of the state. Kill on site." Trent ran toward the door, landing a swift uppercut to the man infront of it who drew a blaster. Trent ran, and jumped off of the landing platform onto a smalll cloaked shuttle that he kept for emergencies. Now seemed like a good time. "
How did the sith get to me," Trent wondered. By now they had probily frozen his assats, and he couldnt get help from anyone from his company. He needed a plan, even if it meant abondoning his current mission. He had to find the others.
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Post by Robbie on Apr 26, 2009 12:30:00 GMT -7
(Okay, I will assume Trent is back.)
Trent walked over, and talked quitely to Jarx, "Can't get funds. Don't ask."
Jarx already knew why, just like he thought so to, but he had more matters to attend to. He looked at the group, "Allrighty, lets roll. We need to do what we came to do, and fast, but we may be here a couple days, or weeks, maybe months, depending on the repairs, so lets go check in." He opened the door from the hanger, and stepped into the Lower City Roads.
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