Walter Stale
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Post by Walter Stale on Dec 18, 2005 18:10:58 GMT -8
-.- "If you shoot me, you won't get your information. Besides..." *pulls out a bigger blaster & points it at him* "...I'm not exactly defensless." *people start get up & moving to the edge of the cantina*
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Post by starwarsfan on Dec 18, 2005 18:31:32 GMT -8
Logan jumped up onto the table and kicked the other blaster pistol to the side a little. He grabbed his blaster and his other one and pushed them against his head.
"I won't kill you if you give me the information. I mean hwat's the point if you don't give me information and live?"
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Walter Stale
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Post by Walter Stale on Dec 19, 2005 11:48:14 GMT -8
"I don't KNOW! Now get out of my cantina!"
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Post by starwarsfan on Dec 19, 2005 14:51:56 GMT -8
"TELL ME! Someone must know so one of you tell me!"
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Walter Stale
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Post by Walter Stale on Dec 19, 2005 14:56:18 GMT -8
*is silent*
<_< >_>
*steps forwards* "Last time i saw him he was at the spaceport."
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Post by starwarsfan on Dec 19, 2005 15:32:25 GMT -8
"Ahhh thank you sir.I'll just go over and give him a... surprise."
*puts blaster pistols away and walks over to the spaceport*
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Walter Stale
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Post by Walter Stale on Apr 10, 2006 21:12:42 GMT -8
*some card player is getting highly in debt* *looses again* "Listen, I'll pay you your $500 next week when I get my paycheck." *grabs his hat and walks out the door* *A moment later he crashes back through the door, propelled by a highpowered sniper rifle blast, and lands on the in the middle of a table, knocking it over and everyone at it*
~Across the street~ *Yazzen disappears from view, clutching the sniper rifle* "Good, now what's your escape plan?" "Down the fire escape and get to the landing pads, then get off-planet on public transport." "Good, then let's go." *Yazzen disassembles the sniper rifle and puts it in the suitcase and then runs down the fire escape, followed by Dolar, and they escape into the streets*
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Post by cyclone on Jun 9, 2006 20:02:10 GMT -8
*Enters and sits at the same bar the the famous General Grom and Xy'eth Fett once sat at so long ago. If only someone would have known it had been them.*
Can I get anything for you, Sir?
No...
Wait, yeah. Get me a Hapen Ale. Cold, still in the bottle.
*Leans back and closses his eyes as the 'keep goes to get his drink.* ::What have I gotten myself into?::
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Post by cyclone on Jun 9, 2006 20:09:50 GMT -8
*Hands him his drink.* Here ya go, Sir.
Thanks. *Takes a swig... well more of a gulp... well... he pretty much downed the entire thing.* ::That was... pretty tasty.::
*He puts the bottle back down and rests his head on his fist. As he leaned over, he felt something jabbing him in the side. He looked down and opened the pouch stabbing him. He pulled out the disk... the secrets it still held. His past, the present, his future...*
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Post by cyclone on Jun 9, 2006 20:12:28 GMT -8
*And suddenly he knew what he had to do. The thing that he had been spent so many countless hours laying in bed trying to figure out. They killed his father. And it was his job, his duty, to avenge him. Kit stood up, suddenly not tired anymore and dropping a few chips on the counter, walked out the door, fingering his blaster.*
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Post by Jano Trams on Jun 19, 2006 20:05:25 GMT -8
*taps his fingers wildly on the table while he drinks*
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Post by Jano Trams on Jun 19, 2006 20:35:51 GMT -8
*pays for the drink and heads back to his ship*
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lordphantrino
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Post by lordphantrino on Jul 21, 2007 6:19:25 GMT -8
*walks in the cantina* *sits down* hey bartender how about a drink!
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lordphantrino
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Post by lordphantrino on Jul 21, 2007 6:23:42 GMT -8
*bartender gets drink* *takes a sip* Hey this is pretty good. *trys to take another sip* *But a group of slimy aliens knock the cup out of his hands*
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