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Fate of Mandalorians hanging in balance
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| Anubis_Xerxes | Date: Thursday, 29 Nov 2012, 7:44 PM | Message # 1 |
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| A Pursuer-class Enforcement ship, dubbed Honor & Glory, had emerged out of hyperspace in the orbit of Tanaab. The Mandalorian had planned on returning to the Mandalorian Space when he made a pit stop at Nar Shaddaa to fill up some fuel. It was there he heard about a possible sighting of a Mandalorian on Tanaab. Of course, he wouldn't turn down an opportunity to find a Mandalorian. He needed help to find brothers and sisters to fight against the Empire anyway.
He had sent in his landing clearance. This is his second trip to Tanaab. The last one was three years prior to the present. The ship had given a go, so he went ahead and landed onto a docking bay. The man had fed up with trying to fight the Empire on his own. It was time to find more people. The Mandalorian Shocktrooper Armor was in full effect, as well as the helmet. The usual weaponry of choice were two WESTAR-34 blaster pistols and a EE-3 carbine rifle.
Anubis would set out on the streets, looking for someplace to find some information. Cantinas were usually good place to acquire intelligence.
~Anubis Xerxes
The Empire's worst nightmare
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| Jenkins | Date: Friday, 07 Dec 2012, 10:37 PM | Message # 2 |
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| "I'm tellin' you!" Jenkins shouted, throwing his arms out in over dramatic gesticulation just as Anubis enters, a tattooed arm nearly whacking the bucket-headed mercenary straight in the visor. Jenkins half-turned, flashing Anubis a sneer before turning back to his boys. They were all hunched around a corner booth, cackling and smoking, decks of sabaac cards haphazardly splayed across the table. "Guy's got a stock of all kinds o' shit this high!" He continued, bringing a hand up over his head and stretching. "Think about the profit we can make if we robbed the joint!" He leaned in, beckoning with a finger as his scallywags huddled about him.
"It's just an old man—" he paused, looking about the cantina, shiftily. His eyebrows also furrowed, shiftily, as he flipped a coin. He was certainly a dastardly pirate, up to no good. "—There's talk that he's one o' them Mandalorians but I don't buy it." He cackled, placing a booted foot up on the table and drawing his vibroknife from its ankle sheath. It should be noted that despite this potentially sensitive information, Jenkins wasn't exactly quiet about it. Silly pirates, after all, and their schemes.
"What say you?" He asked his assembled crew, all of whom sneered and jeered, quite excited as they hooted and hollered towards the bar's exit, on their way to murder the old Mandalorian and strike it rich.
Pirate, Amateur Tattoo Artist.
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| Anubis_Xerxes | Date: Saturday, 08 Dec 2012, 10:09 AM | Message # 3 |
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| Once the Mandalorian entered one of the cantinas, he could not ignore the scene of pirates making too much noise. Anubis deposed pirates, because they prey on the weak. An ordinary pirate would never be able to challenge a Mandalorian, and the pirates looked like they needed a lesson. He had the urge to blast some of them off the planet, but he paused when they had mentioned a Mandalorian. It sounded more of a rumor and the acumen wanted to test their strength. It may merely be a rumor. Still, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away.
"Filthy scums." He spoke under breath, deciding to wait until the pirates left before pursuing them. If there was really a Mandalorian, then he'd be able to kill the pirates as well.
~Anubis Xerxes
The Empire's worst nightmare
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