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Date: Saturday, 21 Feb 2009, 9:24 PM | Message # 1

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A YT-2400 freighter dropped out of hyperspace over Ryloth. At the controls of the ship was Lieutenant Jadd Sterling, an experienced smuggler who had joined the New Republic after Endor, and was now part of Rascal Squadron. In the co-pilot's seat was Lieutenant Treiana Gangria, a fellow Rascal and daughter of a member of the Imperial Ruling Council, who monitored controls. In the cargo hold, sat Lieutenant Gherin Salantos, formerly a Major in the NIO and second in command of the elite Shadow Squadron...across from him sat Colonel Revan Park, the former commander of Shadow Squadron and commander of Rascal Squadron. The two were playing a game of pazaak...until they heard a shout from the cockpit. "Colonel, we're here!" came the yell. Salantos and himself moved quickly into the cockpit and took to the other two seats. "Alright...we'll be going into Kala'uun under the name Rogue Spear. Too bad Charlie wouldn't let us take the Shadow." said Sterling. Revan smiled, remembering the meeting with his cousin who had helped him defect on Phaeda for the mission. The main reason was to get some pointers on doing a mission like this, and the other was to beg for use of the YT-2000 he owned. Unfortunatly, Charlie was stubborn...as the risk was too great in loosing it. Instead, they took a YT-24000 that intel had captured before Endor.

He watched as they entered the atmosphere, with relative ease. "Kula'uun Control, this is the Rogue Spear carrying two slavers and a shipment of weapons into port." said Sterling over the comm. "The local dockmaster likes to act as a big time weapons dealer on the planet...or at least he thinks so. I've had a few experiences with him, several where a weapons shipment has caused him to ask no questions and conduct no searches." he said. It was a standard underground shipment, some stolen Imperial goods and such, and the credits were going back to the New Republic. It wasn't long before they sat in the dock, and had unloaded the weapons. "Ah, Jadd Sterling...it has been a long time...and a new ship you have there, business has been good I assume?" said the dockmaster. "Indeed it has, running guns has gotten me far...perhaps I'll have some shipments for you, in the future." responded the Lieutenant. "Of course...of course." replied the dockmaster who quickly left after inspecting the goods. Once they were all clear, Revan turned to the others. "Alright, Salantos and I will head out and track down Rawls and his crew. Sterling, Gangria, watch over the ship...and be prepared to blast out of here, guns blazing. This isn't my first rodeo..." he said, walking away with Salantos following him.

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((OOC Jace and I thought it'd be easier to combine two threads into one since both Anubis and Revan was looking for Rawls at Ryloth so here's Anubis' post.))

Anubis was having a hell of an adventure while he was trying to catch up with Aaron Rawls. Before his encounter with Rawls, it was all about the credits. The Mandalorian was hoping to earn some money by capturing a man wanted by several factions. However, his reasons for capturing the smuggler changed after his encounter. The bounty hunter was taken down onto a table and was kicked in the head by Rawls, It's bad enough he was defeated, but getting kicked in the head while he was down drew the line. It became personal with Anubis, he was not going to rest until he finds the person who disrespected him and capture him. Normally, he would honor the bounty hunter's creed but not this time. He is going to keep his Mandalorian honor by teaching Rawls a lesson in the arts of fighting.

According to his intel, Rawls was seen on Ryloth and he is hoping to catch him before he leaves to somewhere else. However, it turns out that his adventure to Ryloth was getting rough. It all started when he was forced to drop out of hyperspace at Ando. The bounty hunter tried to enter back into hyperspace, but he was stopped by the Republic forces monitoring the section of Corellian Run. He was informed that there was a meteor shower happening in the quaratined section ordered by the chairman of Commerce Council and Senator of Brentaal by the name of Reuke Cambrist. He wanted to pass through, but the Republic wouldn't allow him. Instead, they gave him the coordinates and a navigational chart for the back up hyperspace routes recommended by the Senator. The Mandalorian didn't like the idea of being delayed, especially a day longer. Anubis likes to get things done fast and smoothly. He had no choice in this though, due to two things. First, it is impossible for one Mandalorian to overtake the entire patrol forces of the Republic. Second, he wants to get to Rawls. The man was not about to give up, but the ride is going to get rougher.

Anubis went to Manda, as recommended by the Republic. His Firespray came upon a small fleet of Baobab Merchant Fleet. It was only natural for them to get active since more ships would be passing through the area. Well, when he decided not to wait in the line, the Firespray just broke out of the shipping lane. The merchants demanded that he return to the line, but Anubis wasn't going to wait. They also demanded that he tells them of his intention. The Mandalorian decided not to respond, and they began firing on the Firespray. He had to steer left and right, until he was in range of hyperspace. Anubis punched the button, and the ship zoomed away. It took him a while to get to the next destination: Roon.

The Firespray dropped out of hyperspace, and he was about ready to dial in another coordinates when he came upon a ring of asteroids and meteors. Due to the maneuverability and the size of his ship, it's pretty difficult to fly into the belt. Although, Anubis was able to do it, it was of a great difficulty. The Mandalorian had to steer the ship up and down, left and right, spin clockwise and counterclockwise. The thing with asteroids is that the odds are often on the pilot, not the ship. It took him about a couple of hours to finally get out of the dust cloud surrounding by asteroids and meteors, as his ship had to go slowly to avoid any accidents. It caused him a headache, but at least he got out of it alive. "Mar'e! Udesii." Anubis was speaking in his native tongue, Mando'a. Whew, the idiotic Republic recommended him to take this route. Anubis knew this wasn't the best path to take, but it was the only one. The Firespray locked in a coordinate and entered into hyperspace that's known as Death Wind Corridor.

The hyperspace route would take him right to Ryloth. Yes, he have had a rough trip. He wasn't happy about it, Senator of Brentaal had to delay his trip to Ryloth because of some meteor shower. Ha! He went through equally dangerous dust cloud back at Roon. At least he would have a few hours of peace, and he was going to take advantage of it. The Mandalorian decided to take a nap inside the ship for as long until a beeping came on. He would wake up, and immediately drop the ship out of hyperpace. Ah, there it is. The planet of Ryloth in his sight. He was finally at Ryloth after a long journey, and headed for the atmosphere. Within minutes, the ship got to a hangar bay of Kala'uun and landed. The Mandalorian would take a few minutes of his time putting himself into his traditional Mandalorian armor and helmet. After he's done with that, he would strap in a couple of blaster rifles on his belt along with combat knives placed into his combat boots. Anubis would rev the engines down after he's done getting himself ready for possibly another aggressive confrontation from Rawls. The only difference is that this time he will know what to expect from him, the landing ramp would open for the Mandalorian to walk down. After he got on the ground, the landing ramp automatically closes. Anubis had the ship customized for his specific use, the first thing he did was dial in five-numbered passcode by the ramp. Then he would put his hand on a scanner to confirm his fingerprints that it was his. After that, he would speak to a voice activator device, saying his password in Mando'a. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din." The bounty hunter now have his work cut out, as he walked away from the ship and out of the hangar bay. He would walk into the capital city of Kala'uun, heading for the cantina where his intel has told him that his "friend" was located at.

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Date: Saturday, 18 Apr 2009, 12:00 PM | Message # 3

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The thing that Rawls remembered most about the war were his boots. Well, not necessarily his boots. On one deployment, his company had gone months without reinforcement or even provisioning, and their boots wouldn't survive combat for long (most of them were brought from home and made out of simple synthleather, which was useless against mud, blood and blaster bolts). It was "standard operating procedure" to "appropriate" the boots of dead soldiers for one's own use, assuming they were a decent fit and in better condition than one's own. Rawls had lost count of how many pairs he'd gone through; he had even lifted a pair from the remnants of a stormtrooper who had been grotesquely flattened beneath a Juggernaut (although, thankfully, his legs had not).

They were more sturdy than anything the Rebellion used, and the plastoid armor made for better protection, but they were hopelessly uncomfortable. The stormtrooper had been a size 8 1/2, whereas Rawls wore a 10 in those days. So he discarded those and replaced them with the boots of a Sergeant who had been hit several times by an Imperial repeater earlier that day, and was no longer recognizeable except by his rank. Those shoes lasted awhile.

Other details of the war he didn't remember as well, perhaps deliberately. He remembered inconsequential things; the gear that he carried, and how much it weighed (about 88 pounds, depending on how much ammunition was left), the sound of a TIE bomber, and a sentence in the field manual that read "With rough terrain and bad weather, the effects of fatigue multiply exponentially. The more hills you have to climb and the worse the weather, the faster you are going to tire." He did not, however, remember the point of this sentence.

He did not remember the voices or the faces of his men, except the faces of the dead. He remembered those well, and remembered the feeling of having "fooled" them into trusting him with his assurances and his homilies, that if only they cleared one more ridge, it would be one more ridge closer to victory. Eventually, even he didn't believe it. Strangely, he remembered the crew of his ship, the Aphelion, similarly. They were alive, of course, but still gone; after too close a call on a job in the Corporate Sector a month ago, he had divided up their earnings and sent them on their way. He wasn't going to put them in danger, like he had the others.

Now only Doohan--the miserly old mechanic--remained, and he was usually a belligerent drunk (when, in fact, he did drink, which wasn't often). So it was that Rawls sat in the bar on Ryloth by himself, his feet up on the table in front of him, staring contemplatively at his boots as he nursed a bottle of ale and sparing the occasional, wary glance to the door at any newcomers. He was a wanted man, after all, and he had grown a modest beard to prove it.

Aaron Rawls
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Date: Tuesday, 21 Apr 2009, 10:24 PM | Message # 4

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The two walked around a bit, checking out some of the shops of Kala'uun. It was certainly an interesting place, as anythng from Ryll to weapons to clothes were availale. "So, I have to ask... what made you defect?" asked Gherin, almost out of the blue. "We've been training together for three months...been stuck on a freighter for the past three days...and now is when you ask this question?" he responded. "Guess I never thought of it until now...here we are...two ex-Imperials, standing in a city on Ryloth. Never hit me..." he said. Revan could see that, especially since at the moment, the squadron was noticeably a majority of humans. Everyone around them largely ignored their conversation.

"Well, I'd say it was a combonation of things...but mostly, Vjun. I believed heavily in the New Imperial ideals...beliefs...the dream that we could reform the Empire and bring a face to what the New Order should have truely been. But when I heard the reports of the deliberate bombardment of civilian population centers... merciless killings of anything not wearing our uniform...among all the other atrocities that occured there... reality came crashing to me, and at that moment, I knew the New Imperial Order had died. And I couldn't bring myself any longer to serve any other Remnant faction, as they were all the same...so, I defected. Helped the rebels on Phaeda, and now...here I am." he said. "Yea, well you didn't stick around for the fighting afterwards..." said Gherin, but befre the conversation could continue, they happened upon he bar that NRi said Rawls was known to be at.

Silently, they headed in, and checked out the layout and the patrons, rather quickly, from the door frame. And in they went, trying to blend in their best... but looking for Rawls none the less, and meandered up to the bar. "What'll it be?" asked the Twi'lek bartender. "I'll have a Blue Sun." said Revan. "Same." quickly Gherin said behind him. The bartender looked at the two for a minute. "I don't get many in here who order that..." said the bartender. The Twi'lek looked built like a mix between a Stormtrooper Elite from one of the old NIO Recruitment Posters and a Shock-ball superstar. Revan proceeded to notice the slugthrower on a rack above the bar...no doubt the subject of debate between many a patron on whether it was real or not. "A reminder of home." replied Revan as the glasses were handed to them. They then took a seat at the bar and began to casually look around some more.

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Date: Wednesday, 22 Apr 2009, 7:31 PM | Message # 5

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After a period of walking, the Mandalorian finally came across the bar where his intel has told him that is where Rawls is at. He would smile inside his helmet and armor that he likes to use throughout his adventures. Of course, the only times he took it off was when he takes a shower or goes to bed. The helmet being removed only when he is eating. He is following the traditions of the Mandalorians, though he is not Mandalore himself. He has a sense of pride toward his people because of the history that viewed the Mandalorians as people that earns honor and glory. Anubis would return to the reality, he knew dwelling on his people's history needs to be put on hold at least for a while, just until he captures the man that kicked him in the head.

He had two blaster pistols attached to his belt, along with a combat knife that is placed inside each of his combat boots. He always carried things lightly, so he is able to move faster than his opponents and that being light would provide him with numbers of challenges. He would always view the challenges as opportunities for himself.

Anubis would walk into the bar, ignoring that some of the patrons were looking at him as if he was uncommon. Perhaps it was not because his people didn't come to Ryloth frequently. Perhaps it was because the Mandalorians were still feared, or perhaps it was because the patrons thought the armor and helmet looks ugly. Whatever the reasons are, he is there to capture his target.

As he went on looking for Rawls, he would carefully walk toward the dark corner of the bar and would sit down on a chair next to a table. A waitress came along, asking him if he wants anything. He replied, "No thanks, I am only here for entertainment."

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Date: Sunday, 26 Apr 2009, 4:06 PM | Message # 6

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It was not unusual that a number of the patrons should stare at the Mandalorian as he entered; it was well known that a fair number of Mandalorians tended, in recent years, toward bounty hunting, and in an inconspicuous bar in an inconspicuous city on an inconspicuous planet, it was safe to assume that many of the people there--like Rawls--had all manner of bounties or warrants on them and preferred to remain inconspicuous. In any case, inconspicuous Anubis was not, particularly to Rawls, who remembered all too well the Mandalorian's armor and his pistols from the last time they met some months prior on Corellia, in a bar much like this one.

But there were plenty of bars like this one, and Rawls didn't believe for an instant that this bounty hunter had wandered into his by chance. No doubt, he was looking for Rawls, and if he had any sort of self respect, he would be angry at him, too. The smuggler--who continued to drink his bottle of ale with one hand and slipped the other hand casually into his jacket pocket, feeling the warm metal of his holdout inside--seemed to recall that on their last encounter, he had kicked the Mandalorian while he was down (literally), and then used the unconscious bounty hunter's own credits to buy a round a drinks for the whole bar. That's the sort of thing you don't forget when it happens to you, especially if you kill people for a living.

But, oh well. Rawls was used to being disliked, and used to being hunted. He knew when the war was "over" that he would always be looking over his shoulder one way or another, so he might as well have a reason to. He didn't know if the Mandalorian had seen him, through that silly helmet of his, but if he had seen him, Rawls didn't seem to acknowledge it, continuing to enjoy his ale, seated in his booth with his feet on the table. He was distracted from the other group of spacers, however, who had just entered casually enough and didn't seem of much interest.

Aaron Rawls
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He noticed the Mandalorian walk in the door right off the bat. "Looks like someone might have some trouble headed their way." he murmured to Salantos. "Do you think it's our man?" he asked. He nodded, "Let's wait until the Mando leaves before we move in." he said back to him, and went back to tending his beer. He casually went between watching the Mandalorian and watching the professional Grav-ball game being played on the screen. It reminded him of the Inter-Academy Grav-ball League, which he played in his years at the Academy, during which Prefsbelt IV finally won a championship during his Senior year, finally outdoing the Stormtrooper heavy Carida team.

As he dwelled on the past, he tried to make it appear he wasn't paying attention to the Mandalorian, but he had a unique ability in being able to keep a general awareness around himself at all times, perhaps it was a mild Force sensitivity. Meanwhile, Gherin and a female Falleen were striking up a conversation, with subtle flirting being traded back and forth. He smiled to himself, as he watched this, and then even more as he spotted Rawls, and then turned his attention back to the screen, periodically looking toward Salantos, Rawls, and the Mandalorian.

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Date: Thursday, 07 May 2009, 7:54 PM | Message # 8

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The Mandalorian continued to sit in the dark corner of the Cantina. He had spotted Rawls having his boots up on a table, but he isn't sure whether to sneak up behind Rawls and put the gun on his back or to wait until Rawls leave the bar and follow the guy. Last encounter, he had snuck up behind and ended up being hit with a beer. Perhaps he should point one of the pistols to Rawls' head, to ensure that his plan won't backfire.

He acknowledged a group of spacers coming into the bar, but he would ignore them. They doesn't seem to pose a threat for him unless they were aiming for Rawls or for Anubis himself. He also noticed Revan and two of his men nearby, but he wasn't aware that they were also there for Rawls. All he saw was one of the men flirting with a Falleen. The Mandalorian would let out a sigh, getting up off the chair. He would slowly move toward Rawls as if he was walking casually, as if the patrons would not notice anything more suspicious if his armor and helmet didn't put the suspicions on everybody else.

As he moved along, he slowly took out, like an assassin, one of his blaster pistols. It was not in the ways of the Mandalorians to kill an opponent from the behind defenseless, but he was going to use it to gain an upper hand and he wants to do it quickly. Anubis had hoped there would be no interruptions this time, with no crewmembers for Rawls in sight. Of course, it was not his intention to kill Rawls. It was merely to capture the man, and maybe hand him over to the highest bidder. But the purpose of the capture is to exact revenge.

Anubis finally got to Rawls, and pointed the pistol at Rawls' neck. "Remember me, Burc'ya? I sure as hell do remember you, Aaron Rawls."

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Date: Thursday, 28 May 2009, 12:23 PM | Message # 9

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Rawls didn't like being snuck up on, and as a rule he generally never was. Whenever he frequented an establishment such as this one, he preferred a booth against the wall or, ideally, in the corner. If it wasn't available, he would sit at the bar facing the rest of the room, his elbows resting on the counter behind him until a more desirable table did indeed open up. So it was, before the bounty hunter had arrived, that Rawls had followed his usual routine, waited, and eventually assumed his booth in the corner with his back to the wall; there was no sneaking up on him, especially not for Anubis since Rawls had watched him closely since he'd entered.

Thus, he had noticed the bounty hunter approaching him and even unholstering his pistol, but nonetheless, Rawls did nothing. The holdout blaster he still gripped inconspicuously in the pocket of his jacket was too inaccurate from a distance, and the bar was too crowded (and he didn't trust his aim just now, with most of a bottle of ale in him). If there's one thing you learn, drinking in places like these, is that you have to be particular who you shoot or you're in for all manner of hurt. No, better to let him get in close and confident. Point blank; when his visibility in that ridiculous helmet of his was at its worst.

When the bounty hunter trained his blaster at him, Rawls looked up from his ale, disinterested. For a short moment, he glanced over Anubis as if trying to recognize him, then shrugged. "La pim nallya so bata de wompa," he said in Huttese, then abruptly brought his boot down hard on the table before him, knocking it over end and into Anubis' knees, even as Rawls slid forward off his seat, to the floor and behind the overturned table to avoid the blaster shot that the bounty hunter was inevitably going to fire at him (if Anubis still had his footing, that is).

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Date: Wednesday, 03 Jun 2009, 12:57 PM | Message # 10

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Both Park and Salantos immediately drew their pistols the moment Rawls kicked the table, ignoring everything else going on or what they had previously been doing. Both carried two DL-44 Blaster Pistols, and were highly trained throughout their career, in the Imperial Starfighter Corps Pilot Survival Program as well as by the Imperial Commandos during their time in the Empire, Storm Commandos during their time in the NIO, and now SpecForce that they were serving with the New Republic. They were accurate, and rarely missed their mark. Park fired off two shots to Anubis' head while Salantos fired towards his back. As they squeezed off their shots, they ducked behind the bar. Immediatly, Salantos made his way to on end of their side, while Park moved his way to the next side of the bar and to the end, blocking off Anubis, and keeping cover before checking to see if their shots hit their mark.

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Date: Friday, 05 Jun 2009, 11:21 AM | Message # 11

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As Anubis was walking toward Rawls, he kind of make the same mistakes once again. He knew he should have waited until Rawls left the bar, but he went ahead against his instincts and walked up to the Rawls with a blaster pointing toward the smuggler. Rawls was speaking in Huttese and getting a drink. Everything was going well, but all of sudden a lot of things went wrong.

Rawls pushed a table at him, and he lost the balance. Anubis tried to get a shot off at Rawls, but he missed and the laser went over Rawls' head. As he fell down, he was hit by a few shots out of nowhere. It was at his head and his back, which his armor and helmet was covering for his own flesh and blood. If he didn't have them, he would be dead by now.

The Mandalorian was knocked out cold, laying on the floor.

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Date: Friday, 05 Jun 2009, 10:01 PM | Message # 12

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Rawls had produced his blaster pistol from the pocket of his coat before Revan and his man had fired their shots (not that he would need it, though; the bounty hunter was hit and collapsed against the table and onto the dirty floor of the cantina with a lifeless thud and clattering of armor). Rawls half stood from behind the table, the pistol in hand as he glanced first to Anubis, then about the room for where the shots came from. He realized he'd been holding his breath, and let it out slowly. Think.

He was a wanted man, and he didn't have to figure the odds to know that he probably had more enemies than friends in a cantina like this one. Whoever had just saved him did so for a reason, and it probably wasn't out of the kindness of his, her, or their hearts. Maybe another bounty hunter, taking down Anubis so he could collect instead. Rawls looked to the counter instinctively (because that's where he would be, if he'd fired the shots), but there were too many faces--and his vision was still too bleary--to single out any one possible shooter. He noticed most of the cantina's patrons were looking at him, confusedly, and he decided to make the most of it.

He had to get out of here.

He quickly searched the bounty hunter's belt, reached for the same pouch he had robbed the last time they met and found inside a credit chit worth about two hundred. He stood, held the chit high in the air for the room to see, and shouted "Bedwanna yocolas che mikyna!" in Huttese (or "Drinks for everyone!"), then threw it into the air. Long before the credits came anywhere near the floor, the bar became a thunder of shuffling chairs, stools, and feet as dozens of patrons stumbled over each other to retrieve the money, shoving and shouting as all proverbial hell broke loose. Tables were knocked over, bottles and glasses were shattered. It was the distraction he needed.

With Park and Salantos still taking cover beside the counter on the opposite side of the room, Rawls disappeared into the crowd with his own pistol and the Mandalorian's in hand, sprinting (somewhat clumsily, but quickly) out the door and to the right, leaving it open behind him. There was a crowded bazaar on the street outside; he could try to lose them there, if need be.

Aaron Rawls
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The Mandalorian was at least out cold, if not dead. As the insanity unfolded, Revan had a good shot at following Rawls not to mention his natural eye skills as an ace pilot allowed him to never loose sight of a target. He followed, hitting his commlink as he walked out. "Salantos. Take the bounty hunters gear, clothes, weapons, everything...sell it, keep the creds, we'll need them later. And tie him up, and leave him out front. Give him a stun bolt to the chest just for good measure." he said. He then waded his way through the massive crowd, watching out of the corner of his eye as Salantos went to work on the Mandalorian. Once he was clear enough from the chaos to run, he did so, after Rawls, pistol still drawn.

He came outside, quickly looking to the right, sighting Rawls. "HALT!" he shouted, using his drill instructor tone...something he hadn't used in a long time. He set the blaster to stun, and kept sight on Rawls, waiting to see if he would comply or not...or if there was to be a chase.

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Date: Saturday, 06 Jun 2009, 0:33 AM | Message # 14

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Rawls had left the door open deliberately and, in fact, had held the door open, standing on the opposite side and waiting for his pursuer to follow him out and turn to the right, as Park did. He wouldn't see Rawls--at least, not right away--but would instead see the door closing on him suddenly as the smuggler, on the other side, put all of his weight into it; more than enough to knock the blaster from Revan's hand and, probably, to bloody his nose.

But Rawls didn't wait around to make sure. With his pursuer likely disoriented, at least for a moment, he took off running again as fast as his boots and his balance would allow him, this time making for the crowded stalls of the bazaar. He had tucked the Mandalorian's pistol into his belt and held his holdout in his pocket, so as to remain inconspicuous. He couldn't be sure, of course, that the man he hit actually was pursuing him, but it was a fair assumption considering there was free money on the cantina floor and no reason to leave it behind unless to follow Rawls out.

He shoved his way through the dense crowd, past tourists, spacers, street vendors and sizzling barbecues, moving in and around the stalls in the general direction of the Aphelion, while sparing the occasional glance over his shoulder. He pulled his own comlink from his jacket pocket and thumbed it on, "Doohan, you better be awake," he shouted into the device at his mechanic, back at the ship. "You need to get us clearance for lift off as soon as possible, got me? And warm the engines, I'm coming to you now. Out."

Aaron Rawls
Captain of the Aphelion
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