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Wraith's initial contact with Zakuul Knight Dax, having reached the Spire using codes borrowed from
Taelios Gentech's humanitarian contract office. 

Cantina / Re: Valkorian's True Identity?
« Last post by Karmic on 12/11/17, 08:24:00 PM »
Huh - yea.. .seems legit.


Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: The Wysan/Vel-Korr Legacy (ongoing)
« Last post by SivWysan on 12/11/17, 08:09:22 PM »
A mysterious figure and his tall, trench-coated bounty hunter make an exchange on Rishi with a woman regarding "sponsorship for a gambler."

Events and Occasions / Re: Depths of Despair - A Motley Crew One-Shot
« Last post by Ryshias on 12/11/17, 07:39:10 PM »
May be there a little later, updating dis game

Event's tomorrow Ryshias- though Indy night on Rishi cantina this eve. 

Oh, shall be done then (I suppose, I have seriously underestimated how sucky my connection could be at times)
Events and Occasions / Re: Depths of Despair - A Motley Crew One-Shot
« Last post by SivWysan on 12/11/17, 07:36:32 PM »
May be there a little later, updating dis game

Event's tomorrow Ryshias- though Indy night on Rishi cantina this eve. 
Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Tales From the Dark Side
« Last post by Darshendros on 12/11/17, 07:35:03 PM »
Nar Shaddaa - Correllian Sector

A speeder taxi glided up to the landing pad of a sky palace in the Corellian Sector. A fair-skinned, female human with shoulder-length dark hair, wearing a sleek black dress and a coat with a fur collar, stepped out of the taxi, approaching the entrance to the mansion. Mordatia was uncomfortable in such simple garment, more accustomed to the outfits she wore on her homeworld. They were made from leather, hide, and cobbled pieces of scrap and scavenged junk, sometimes resembling armor. They looked better and had more utility, like pouches and places to hide knives. This little black dress though? She felt naked in it. She reminded herself that this all served a purpose though - her master's purpose, at least.

"Moria, I'm so glad to see you again," Nole Malos greeted her at the door, nervous but excited. Moria Gann was the alias her master set up for her when she started working at the Star Cluster Casino and was the only name Nole knew her by.

This was their third "date" and she suggested they should have it at his home. He was too enamored with her to say no. He took her coat and led her inside, giving her a brief tour of his home. The sky palace was bigger than anything Mordatia imagined. Some of the rooms looked like they had never even been touched but were furnished and decorated as if for show like in a model home. So many rooms, so much space, all for one person. It was ridiculous, she thought, and he was undeserving of such luxury. Her purpose was made more clear.

"I hope you're hungry. I had my droid prepare a meal for us. Do you like Corellian food?" Nole said as they walked through the foyer toward a set of doors leading into the dining room.

"Oh yes, I'm famished," Mordatia replied with a smile, as if flattered that Nole thought of feeding her. She had no idea what Corellian food even looked like.

The meal turned out to be a feast. The long dining table was covered in an assortment of food - meats, vegetables, fruits, at least three different kinds of pie. It was all way more than just two people alone could eat.

"Uh, are you expecting more guests?" she asked innocently.

"Well... I wasn't sure what kind of food you'd like, so I asked my droid to make everything. I spared no expense," Nole answered.

"I'm flattered, Nole," she lied. She was disgusted by the excess. "This all looks really delicious, thank you. Let's eat!"

They sat on opposite ends of the long table while Nole's C2 droid - which wore a butler's uniform, of course - served them dinner. It was a full course meal, starting with a soup, then a main course of their choosing, and finally dessert. It was accompanied by fine Alderanian wine and Corellian brandy. Other than instructing the droid which food they wanted, it was awkwardly quiet.

After dinner, Nole brought her downstairs to relax in his in-home theater and watch a holonovel. She brought the brandy with her. She wasn't particularly interested in the movie they were watching, but she acted like she was. The brandy also helped. It was about a kid on Tattooine who goes on an adventure with a creepy old man Jedi hermit, because life in the desert is so hard and tedious. TRY LIVING ON A PLANET THAT'S AN IRRADIATED WASTELAND, YOU LITTLE SHIT! she screamed in her mind while smiling at Nole every time he looked at her.

"This place could use a woman's touch," she said suggestively later in the night as they stood on the balcony overlooking the neon glow of the ecumenopolis.

"I think you're right," Nole agreed, smiling. "You're welcome to come over whenever you want."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be imposing," she replied.

"No no, I insist. I want to give you anything you want, treat you like a queen," he said.

"But why? I'm just a girl you met at a casino. I'm no one special," she said humbly.

"You're wrong. There's something special about you. I can feel it. You're so beautiful," he swooned.

"No one has every treated me so nicely," she said, blushing. "I am so happy."

She cupped his cheek with her hand and leaned in close, kissing him on the lips. He embraced her in his arms and they held each other for a long moment before pulling away just enough so that she could look into his eyes. She caressed his cheek, drawing her fingertip along his jawline. His eyes clouded over, seeing only her.

"Now you are mine," she stated, her tone dark, her smile malicious. Nole was oblivious to it all.
Events and Occasions / Re: Depths of Despair - A Motley Crew One-Shot
« Last post by Ryshias on 12/11/17, 07:33:33 PM »
May be there a little later, updating dis game
Holocrons and Info Nodes / A Roll of the Dice (Mando Heist Prelude)
« Last post by SivWysan on 12/11/17, 07:19:15 PM »
This is the prelude to a plot I am planning, which you can read more about and comment on/get involved here

Giradda's Fury, Orbit of Corellia, 2 days after the Second Zakuulan Bombardment

Lt. Commander Nylaa Korr-Wysan surveyed the shattered wreckage of Corellia's shipyards, bombarded for the second time in 5 years.  Hardly much had been rebuilt with the world's economy still reeling, but it did not stop the Eternal Fleet from its heartless rampage.  So much for my thoughts for finishing college back then... Still, she mused, arriving this time at the helm of a fully armed warship had been far preferable to her personal transport in the chaotic improvised smuggler and Wraith evacuation against a then unknown enemy.

She glanced back over her bridge at her strange company, a young smuggler and her Wraiths escort who'd spent the past year leading a ramshackle band of Hutt mercenaries and Mandolorians on a powerful warship on lease- while trying to manage the occasional drama of a Hutt wanting to drink and Luck-knows what else upstairs on the party floor and treating the ship's battles as a form of entertainment.  She'd never expected to actually join the military, let alone on these terms, but Uncle Caben had trusted her and, all told it had put her in the right place to protect their home. 

Though no small irony, given the Wysan family history with Mandolorians.  They'd actually been growing in number of late, gradually replacing the Hutt's staff as more and more Clans joined the Coalition and the Crime Lord's happily pulled their retinues back to personal security so others could foot the bill for running the ship.  But she hadn't minded them, they were more disciplined than drunken Gamorrans and and, for all the stories this bunch seemed fairly honorable, some even hailing from Republic border worlds.  The Cathar, in particular had strange customs, though, seeming to prefer camping out on deck and having the occasional campfire for stories.  Still, it wasn't much different from growing up with Caben's Jawas. 

It was a strange truce, and she wondered how much longer it would last, with the war ending.  The Hutts would expect their ships back soon... and the thought caused her no small sick feeling in her gut.  That had been the deal, ships and support from several prominent kingpins on the Cartel Council- with some vague pledge to "look the other way" for future "expansion."  She'd helped enough refugees and slaves in her time to know that that looked like for those in their way.  She'd been able to protect her home, but at what cost? 

She could sense she wasn't alone in that feeling either- the crew, especially the Cathar had been speaking in hushed, wary tones in small groups since the war ended.  Mandelorians had destroyed their homeworld, long ago, though this group seemed a strange juxtaposition of both sides of that tragedy.  She couldn't make much heads or tails of their Clans and leadership- another group, led by a Togruta seemed related in the same camp down on Hyperion. 

It had been some surprise when one of their more talkative members, a woman named Malhra had asked to meet with her off-ship on a Corellian Cantina.  She was unsure what to expect, but having some answers to her people's intentions would be preferable to continuing to guess what came next. 
Cantina / Re: Valkorian's True Identity?
« Last post by SivWysan on 12/11/17, 06:54:28 PM »
Technically, it was only his last host body, the original being a Sith-human half-breed.  But given that the Most Interesting Man was last seen departing for Mars, his founding of Zakuul, perhaps after falling through some space-time portal into the other Galaxy is not out of the realm of possibility. 
Cantina / Re: Valkorian's True Identity?
« Last post by SquigglyV on 12/11/17, 06:50:23 PM »
That's a lot closer than my guess.

Spoiler: show

Valkorion is getting too old for this horseshit.
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