UlicHorn

The ramp hit down a little harder than normal and a Corellian man walked down. He was wearing typica smuggler garb, pants, light shirt and a vest but he had a red Corellian Bloodstripe on both of the pant legs. He was just about 2 meters and had red hair and was lightly bearded. "Thanks for the assist." He said sitcking out his hand...

OCC: Glad to hear it, and I think you fit in great in this perticular story line, ok well time for me to get back to being unconsious so the Imps can interogate me. Heh

Karn, you dont know how glad I am to see another Corellian smuggler.

OCC: Sorry to come in so late im new to the site just not new to the genre. Ulic Horn brought his ship out of lightspeed and was very happy to see a Mon Cal crusier. "Thank the force...I can't believe I said that." He signaled for his LE Droid, Levon, to hail the ship. "Mon Calamari Crusier this is the Nova Dream, I'm pretty beat up here, Sheilds are out I'm sure I'm missing some pieces here and life supports down to 40%. A Little help would be greatly appreciated." He waited for a reply...

Just wanted to join in Captian Ulic Horn Rebel Pilot/Smuggler Special Op's agent Owns personal ship YT-2000 The Nova Dream

Sib sighed, "Guess I'll have to take over Ulic's mission. I hope hes alright." She put the comlink away and went to carry out the mission... Ulic was attempting to pry out a wall vent put it wouldn't budge he yanked hard and slipped and feel back onto the steel floor. "All I need now is another interogation. Just then two stormtroopers entered. "Rebel Prisoner, you will come with us for further interogation." "Whatever, this isn't my first arrest," he said. When he was up close to one of the troops he sent a sweeping punch which knocked him back but he was too tired to do any damage and the other one was quick enough to fire off a stun bolt. The last thing he heard was "Rebel Scum."

Si'hib-Mi Idev was working undercover as a dancer in on of the casinos on Cloud City and was currently watching for any sign of Ulic as well as any other Rebel officers. She was back behind the casino in a private refresher station as speaking into a comlink. "This is Sib, no sign of any of the captured rebels Im ready and awaiting current instructions over... Ulic was sitting in his cell, as the pain was starting to come back as the numbness left him, "Boy this sure is a blast." he said as he desperatly tried to formulate a plan, he was also growing increbily worried about his personally ship which had been left in a enginering docking bay...

After being shocked a few more times Ulic awoke in an prison cell somewhere, he was a little numb and felt like he had a broken rib although he couldnt tell. He didn't remember much right now and wasn't to happy with some of the other rebels. "I swear, I told em I was done after Hoth. How in the hell did they rope me into this one?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah," he remembered, "Money and a pretty face." He laid himself down on the cot in the cell and tried to formulate a plan... OCC: Just wanna say unless its a very minor character or your own don't kill them off. I've had that happen before and it kills the fun. But I dont think well have that problem

Ulic's head was spinning, that shock wasnt helping either. When he awoke the angry officer asked the same question. "My names Myemi Hohin, I've got my identdisk on me." He said lying except about the ID, although tecnically "Myemi Hohin" was legally dead on a few Hutt worlds as it was his old Smuggler's alias it might work here. "I don't work for Rebels," he lied again. "I was just stopping through to see an old friend, I owe him a little money, mabye you know him Lando Calrissian, I hear hes doing quite well here. Doesn't the Bloodstripe on my pants mean a thing to you!" He spat The Imperial slapped Ulic hard and his head was swimming again, even though he didn't personally see them, he'd over heard a stormtrooper say he'd seen a few Rebels running and blasting like himself and he really hoped one or two might stop by...

OCC: This takes place right at the start of the Empire's occupation of Cloud City. Ulic Horn was crouched behind a stack of crates panting as he ran out of breath. He was a man of avarage height with red hair cut short and a light beard. He was holding his blaster ready to fire as he was running from Stormtroopers as he was a Rebel and a Smuggler, and well it wasn't good to be either right now. He heard someone coming and was ready to jump who ever was coming when, "Oh Sith," he muttered as he noticed his Blaster's charge pack was depleted. "I'm in trouble." he leaned back and tried to hide in the shadows as a figure started to approach from the other side... OCC: Just as a refernce I'm Corellian if anyone just wants to use it for part of the story later

Ulic Horn's Corellian YT-2000 sat floating in the Duros system and its owner cursed under his breath as he worked on his ship. He'd sent a distress beacon against his better judgement but now he was waiting for a ride or at least some help.