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  1. Trok was on his back and lodged crawl space behind the primarily piloting station when Lang arrived in the cockpit. Only the Dug’s arms and hands were visible, with the remainder of his torso engulfed in the mechanical interworkings of the ship. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Captain,” Trok said. His tone revealed that his mood had improved in the last few hours since they entered hyperspace. “Can you pass me that extra-long hydrospanner over there?” Trok pointed at one of the many tools laid out on the cockpit’s floor. “This old rust bucket hasn’t been well maintained, but we should be able to make it down on Ryloth without a major emergency. Six-Tee-Six isn’t so optimistic.” *** Dro-Kar was escorting B’ura B’an to the crew quarters when he ran into HM-6T6 idling in the corridor. “Droid, if you’re going to stay on this crew, you need to make yourself useful,” the Nikto said in his normal monotone. “Go see to assessing the damage to main engineering and see if you can make any repairs. Even with our new friend here footing the repair bill, I want us off that rock as soon as possible.” A few hours later, there was a flash of white light and the tone of the ships engines dropped several octaves as the Queen of Scepters emerged from hyperspace. Below was the dusty, baked surface of Ryloth. As Trok worked out the logistics for the descent to the Nabat spaceport, a slim silhouette of a starfighter bursted from hyperspace barely a kilometer from the current position. From Caizu’s position on the sensor array, she can easily identify this ship. The starfighter, a G1-M4-C Dunelizard, was regularly docked at Mos Shuuta and belonged to a Kubaz who often ran errands for Teemo the Hutt. The craft banked around and began to slow, cruising toward the Queen of Scepters on an attack vector.
  2. @Kymrel - I'm sorry to hear that though I completely understand. I went dormant for 7 months without a peep. Life was getting the best of me and I've finally got my sea legs back, but I get that you don't want to get invested again. You'll always have a seat if you change your mind, and hopefully you'll see that we get back into the swing of things and you want to come back and take over Dro-Kar again. No hard feelings either way!
  3. While Caizu sets the course though hyperspace, Trok, the Dug pilot, continues to fiddle with the various controls of their newly acquired vessel, the Queen of Scepters. “If no one else is up for it, I may as well work through some these alerts. Up next, the flashing cage icon,” Trok grumbles to himself. After navigating a few menus, a note in Basic displays at his console. “ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Captive militant B’URA B’AN still on board. RECOMMENDED RESPONSE: Return to Mos Shuuta and collect bounty immediately. LAST FED: 6 hours ago. LAST REFRESHED: 8 hours ago.” Trok glances over his shoulder to Dro-Kar. “Looks like this is some sort of standard bounty hunting program. Now we know who the Twi’lek deliver was for.” “Great, all set, Trok. Punch it.” Caizu says as she puts the finishing touches on her astrogational plan. “You got it, Blue.” The Dug grips the shifter, pushing the ship into hyperspace. The view from the cockpit fills with brilliant, striking white lines. The route to Ryloth from Tatooine is fairly straightforward, even through Trex hasn’t been diligent in keeping his navigational computer updated. As such, the journey through hyperspace takes six hours and is entirely uneventful.
  4. Does anyone have more info on this? Just fooling around, I haven't been able to get anything to work...
  5. Great - I'm traveling this week but we'll get moving again next week on our normal timing. Looking forward to it!
  6. Hey folks - is there any way to use basic HTML functionality on the forums such as tables, images, and background colors? If so, can someone point me towards it? I've been messing around and can't seem to figure out how to make it work.
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    Is there any way to use basic HTML functionality on the forums such as tables, images, and background colors? If so, can someone point me towards it?
  8. So it's been five months and I'm still yet to try out the Gimp software, but it's still on my to-do list! Sometime life gets the best of you... But in other news, I had a piece of art commissioned for Angu Drombb by David Kegg. Wanted to share...
  9. Here's a piece of art that I commissioned for the enforcer for Teemo the Hutt, Angu Drombb (from Long Arm of the Hutt). As you can see from the previous twi'lek piece, I'm just working my way through the module's NPCs
  10. After reading all of this - feels like you need to run a hunger games course with all the PCs in one ecosystem with different obstacles!
  11. B'ura B’an’s face noticeably lightens when Dro-Kar tells him that he is no longer a prisoner and he nods solemnly as Lang departs. “It does sound like you and your companions are in a fair amount of trouble yourselves. I would greatly appreciate it if you could drop me off at the city of Nabat on Ryloth. I have friends there who would be willing to offer a safe place. There are a number of good mechanics in the city, and we could see to it that your ship is repaired for your trouble. Given your turbulent departure from Tatooine, I’m sure that it would be of use to you and your friends.” As Lang departs the make-shift brig, he almost runs directly into 41-VEX who is idling in the corridor between the brig and the lounge. “Oh my, Captain Shinqo, I do apologize for being in your way. I’m not one for starships, as you can see. It appears that HM-6T6 is currently disposing of whatever was causing such a stench. That said, given my state, I was completely unaffected, but it appeared to cause many of you organics some difficulty.” The droid barely pauses, not giving enough time to get a word in edgewise. “Oh look, here comes HM-6T6 now,” the droid says just as HM-6T6 clomps by. The Dug returns her too-cool remark with a smirk. “You got it. Didn’t know you types were so prim and proper. The droid is the only one with a sense of kriffing humor around here!” Caizu slides into the co-pilot’s chair and reengages the VDU. It is apparent that the previous owner of the vessel has not been keeping the navigational computer up to date. The computer is capable of navigating just a couple of stable hyperroutes and has only six destinations programmed into it. These are Tatooine, Christophsis, Geonosis, Ryloth, Trandosha, and Kashyyyk. Of these destinations,only Ryloth is an immediately viable port of call. It is well known that neither the oligarchs of Chistophsis nor the Geonosians take kindly to uninvited guests, and that would be a risky and expensive business to acquire fuel or credit from either world. Trandosha and Kashyyyk are also dangerous destinations at this time, besides which the Queen of Scepters is so low on fuel that such a journey may leave the ship stranded in hyperspace. Compared to the Core Worlds, Ryloth is a poor and somewhat lawless planet. Compared to Tattooine, it’s downright civilized. The ship could make the journey easily enough and with fuel to spare, and the planet is home to a number of hardscrabble spaceports at which cheap fuel should be easy enough to purchase. With the alarm klaxon now off, three winking red icons remain on the navigational computer’s user interface - a small flashing icon in the shape of a crescent moon or a fang, an irritating and intermittent pop-up in Trandoshan script, and a flashing red icon in the form of a simplified cage.
  12. The elderly Twi’lek male presses attempts to stand, but the cramped nature of the tracked cells in the make-shift brig restricts the alien to a low crouch. “My name is B’ura B’an.” B’ura’s voice is hoarse from lack of use and, likely, dehydration. He clears his throat before continuing. “Thank you for ridding me of my captor. That Trandoshan, Trex, I believe his name was.” “Will you please let me out of this cage? Unshackle me?” The elderly Twi’lek uses the bars of the cage for support, his frail legs shuddering under the strain. “The story of my imprisonment is a long one, but I will try to keep it short. For some time now, the rulers of Ryloth have been, in my opinion, remiss about who they allow in on the planet’s Ryll mining industry, which you must understand is only barely legitimate these days of Imperial dominance. For some time, bands of Aqualish thugs terrorized mining communities on the planet’s surface, forcing Twi’leks to work for scant reward and extorting all sorts of favors and resources from the mines that might have otherwise prospered. I banded together with some associates in order to protect New Meen, our most profitable mine, from the thugs. For a while, we held them off.” B'ura B’an’s remaining lekku twitches with anger as he reflects on his saga just as Caizu joins her crewmates outside of the Twi’lek’s holding cell. “Then, they simply disappeared. We were relieved at first, but soon learned that they had been killed in the process of some underworld takeover. Shortly after that, bands of outsiders began to purchase land near the mines. They claimed that they were developing it, though we could tell that they were there merely to spy on us and make life difficult. A short while later, during a journey to Nabat, I was attacked by a band of rogues, including the Trandoshan who maimed and branded me before sealing me up in this cell.” The overbearing klaxon dies out and, after another few moments, so does the porcine squealing, leaving the Queen of Scepters surprisingly quiet for the first time since the fringers took control of the vessel. Trok interrupts the much-needed silence with an announcement over the ship’s comm system. “Well, we’ve got some good news and some bad news. Seems like that scale-brain was fond of Gamorrean opera. I managed to shut that off. I was able to override the warning alarm too. The bad news is that alarm was signalling that we’re dangerously-kriffing-low on fuel. Hutt-bait, I’m going to need you up here to set a course to get us out of here, unless you’d rather just float idly through space until we all starve to death. Or suffocate, not sure which would happen first.”
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