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  1. Guys, I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to bail on the PBP. Work has not let up for me and I just don't have the time commitment I had previously. Terribly sorry. Feel free to NPC Seb or just blast his brains out. Sorry!!!
  2. Jawa

    IMO, the best Jawa is to take the Chadra-Fan and remove their improved senses and replace with a free rank in Utinni! Jawas are found all across the galaxy and are always wearing their traditional robes. There's nothing to say that they are any more attuned to living in desert climates. No need for any kind of heat tolerance.
  3. A sadistic grin stretched its way across Seb's leathery face. The Imperial likely saw him reaching into his jumpsuit to slip on a pair of brass knuckles but the timing couldn't have been more perfect when a chair came sailing across the bar space. Seizing on the opportunity, Seb took a wild swing at the Imperial closest to him but failed to land as the Imperial juked backward anticipating the attack. The attack may not have landed, but the commotion of the room definitely gave the gang and Seb's "allies" the upper hand and a slight advantage to nail these Imperial sympathizers. Seb growled and made a guttural shout in Huttese before leaping on the bar top and pursuing his victim.
  4. Sucker punching the guy nearest to me (No movement so I'll aim): 1eA+1eP+1eB+2eD 0 successes, 1 advantage Advantage will pass a boost to the next attacker. Also, apologies for my absence. Holidays have me miffed right now. All should be back to normal after New Years.
  5. Initiative: 1eA 0 successes, 1 advantage
  6. Eh, it's not a big deal. I'm gonna punch me a d-bag imperial regardless.
  7. Skulduggery For Brass Knuckles: 2eA+2eD 0 successes, 2 threat Could've gone an aside, I thought Stealth covered concealing your actions.
  8. Reserving spot for opposed Stealth check (let me know the opposed difficulty) to slide on the brass knuckles and potential Initiative/Brawl rolls.
  9. Seb turned his attention to the man who was seated next to him after his grumble at the Imperial drudges. A wry smile formed at the corner of his lips. He raised up on his seat and appeared ready to carry conversation with a fellow, apparent, shockball fan. Just as his excitement welled up in his chest, one of the drunken Imperials staggered his way to the seat next to Seb and slammed his fist down. Seb didn't even flinch at the sound of the thud. Rather, he lowered his head slightly and his smile faded from that to a sneer and a low grumble. As Seb pivoted back in his seat to face the Imperial, he slipped one hand into his coveralls and slid on a pair of brass knuckles. If this Imperial wanted a fight, he'd pay dearly. "Move on, Dianoga breath. Your...kind...isn't exactly welcome here and flashing that blaster will cost you at least half the teeth in your pretty little skull." Seb said to the Imperial with a menacing grin on his face.
  10. Definitely for Dare Devaronian. Also have Farsight mastery, of course.
  11. 10-4. Sounds good to me! Might even offer you a discount if you swear to protect me and my shop!
  12. Seb had slid down comfortably in the stool he found that fit his unique anatomy. The Rhuvian Fizz was exactly what he needed after a long day in the shop. The bubbles in the drink only seemed to enhance the alcohol fluttering its way into his head. The frillo fritters were bland, as usual, but they still hit the spot. Greasy fried foods and strong alcoholic fizzy drinks. Another poor play by the Mos Espa Dewbacks. Seb lets out an audible grunt just as the Human makes a comment about the game. Seb turns his head and makes eye contact with the Human and replies in a rather gruff tone, "These d*amned refs couldn't see a bantha marching down the middle of field much less a shoddy block." The human seems to have lost interest in the game and wandered off just as Seb finished his statement. He pivoted in his chair to bark an insult to the Human only to see him rendezvous with an apparent friend and hear a chorus of morons cheering on the Imperials. Disgusted by the Imps, Seb makes an audible bark at their cheer and continues to drink his fizz and munch on his fish chips.
  13. LF GM in Austin

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  14. Seb's only been planetside for a few years. That said, he likely is known by everyone for his superior mechanic skills compared to some of the other unscrupulous mechanics. Seb takes pride in his work.