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Rightyo - i think i've got all that... I'm just waiting for the battle to begin so that i can jump into the middle of it... That is, let me know when you're ready to fight!

Kill a person quicker with their bare hands than most can with a gun? T'Char liked the sound of that. Yet, for some reason he was mildly sceptical... "Maybe, my friend. But I am yet to meet an adversary who has even so much as raised a hand in their defence before being dispatched by my pistols. Such a person would be quite a challenge to work against, yet I find the possibility of such skill highly improbable."

Well, it's kinda funny sitting here and watching u type that phytho - i mean u could have just said it... Anyway, soundz kewl. Maybe if you pick me up as i jump insystem because you assume (or know) that i'm an organisation member... Only problem is that Tython knows T'Char - so i'll need to be aboard without him knowing, or at least without knowing its me. I'm probably going to hold off posting until the attack actually commences, so speak to u lot then...

OOC - Nothing like getting drunk at the local canteena on Anzac day... IC - "Hmmmm. Apparently he did have a father. One of the Journeymen I believe. What that is, I dunno, but there you go." T'Char gulped down a mouthful of whatever liquid it was that was sitting before him. "But is that really that amazing? I mean, Luke Skywalker had a father, even if he was evil incarnate... And what the hell's an Echidna?" ( )

OOC - Happy 200th, Vathinor Crisis! Good work folks! IC - "Mr T'Char, congratulations on a job well done. The information you retrieved has been very, um, informative." T'Char stared out the transparisteel window at the glistening orb of the neutron star they were orbiting, too furious to even be bothered replying. The job had been simple, almost child's play. Hell, the barmaid at the local canteena probably could have done as well as he had. It didn't say a lot for the Organisation's opinion of his skill. "Um, ok. Well, the information you provided indicates that there may be a significant dissident faction residing on one of the worlds that our group controls. A group that the Masters feel must be, er, dealt with to ensure loyalty on the planet. I believe you have some expreience in this line of work?" "Correct." It had been some time since he'd last executed a cleanup operation, but T'Char could still remember the thrill of individually hunting down a group's members, how such an operation always grew more challenging as it progressed, as the weaker members were flushed out... "We would greatly appreciate it if you could perform such a service for us on this planet. We are willing to pay, er, standard rates plus an additional twenty percent bonus for full completion. Are you interested?" T'Char gave the nervous human one withering stare, took the mission briefing from the man's outstretched hand, and turned and headed to his ship without saying a word.

Sounds good mate... How about this - I get sent to a world that is essentially an Organisation stronghold to weed out a dissident faction on the planet's surface. You guys find out that this planet is run by the Organisation and head to attack it. When I arrive, there is a major battle going on and I get detained for some reason (I'll leave that for you to figure out). I try to escape, and in the process cripple your ship's computers, sending you off course. I don't make it, and end up stuck going to the same place as you. Anyway, I'm going to head for that planet anyway. If the above doesn't suit you, I can always change it later so that something else happens... CYA!

OOC - Damn Tython can sober up fast! I mean, he seems pretty lucid for someone who just took several minutes to stumble across the canteena. I wish I could make so much sense when I was drunk! IC - T'Char raised his head from the bar at the mention of the clone wars. There was something he could talk about. Turning his head slowly to avoid any nasty spinning effects, he faced Tython and Karn. "The clones were all originally cloned from material taken from Jango Fett - Boba Fett's father. The way I understood it was that the idea was that the clones would inherit Jango's superior reflexes and instincts - like Boba did - and therefore need very little in the way of training. By the way, what's the Echani?" Slowly he let his head rest back on the bar, his little speech over.

Know the feeling Kry - I'm was trying to upgrade my defences to boiling oil the other day (costs $2.56M). I had just raised enough mullah when some guy scalped me for $1.5M, right as I clicked the button (quite seriously - I had the money before I clicked it, but by the time it had finished processing it decided I had "insuficient funds") Anyway, my sympathies to you mate, I know how it feels... Lord T'Char, Supreme Commander, Nightwind Dominion

Hey all! FYI, Kry, Barkoa buggered off to the US of A (his homeland) and no one's heard from him since... (well, I havent!) Anyway, I'm in the middle of a scouting mission for the Organisation, and was wondering if there was any way for me to get back into the middle of things. I was kinda thinking, since Afton and Tython are supposed to meet up (is that right?), I might be able to sabotage Tython's ship and send it off course towards Afton. Or something like that. Any other suggestions from anyone greatly appreciated! Catchas!

OK, i'm not exactly an officer of any of you people, but I consider you lot to be allies anyway... I'm still happy to provide all the services that a good commander does (recon, revenge, etc...), but i prefer to be a free agent... Here's my link if you guys are willing to take pity on me for not being "one of the gang": http://www.kingsofchaos.com/recruit.php?uniqid=67j9n586 And here's Phytho's: (Phytho's another bloke who hangs around these parts, for those of you who don't know him...) http://www.kingsofchaos.com/recruit.php?uniqid=85825g65 Good luck, and good hunting! Lord T'Char, Supreme Commander Nightwind Dominion

"Ummmmm. I remember something about deathstars, SSDs and what the new republic should do about the remnant. Other than that, i don't really remember much either..." T'char gazed around the bar again. He could see several familiar faces,, but they were all completely out of it, apparently dozing off the effects. The result was that the bar almost looked like a mass murder scene. T'char shook that though from his head, instantly regretting it in a haze of wooze. "Maybe we could talk about something else" he suggested, stating the obvious. "Whaddya reckon?"

OOC - Guess I missed reading that post, Kry - I did get the PM tho... Good to see U back, Jess! Whatchu doing with yourself these days? Heard u dropped by Phytho's the other day... IC - T'char was digusted. Utterly revolted. They expected a hunter of his expertise to conduct a scouting mission? Sure, scouting was a essential part of the hunting proccess, all good hunters needed to be adept at it to survive in the trade. But scouting simply for its own merit? He failed to see the fun in that. He turned up the bridge's air conditioning - his anger was causing his cold-blooded body to overheat. Slowly his blood pressure dropped back towards its normal levels as his anger subsided. Looking once more at the mission plan laying on the main bridge console, he reconsidered. Yes, it was a dirty job that usually would be left to the lower echelons, but this wasn't exactly a routine mission. It did have some of the thrills and perks usually associated with good hunt. Besides, he was getting paid. Finally convinced, T'char turned the NightHawk toward the little rim planet the organisation desired so much and lit the hyperdrive.

OOC - Good to be back! BTW, Ulic (if you're still out there...), mind if i join the fray (ie: the Clone Wars thread)? IC - Someone was calling his name. "T'char, buddy. Over here." T'char turned to look at the speaker, his head reeling from the sudden movement. Just down the bar sat a familiar face, looking intently in his direction. "Hey Karn" he groaned. "How long was I gone for?"

OOC - Yeah, I can contact them no problem... I'm at uni with Phytho, and I reckon I can contact Jess pretty easily. I'll see what I can do...

OOC - Hell no Trej! Curse the thought! IC - T'char slowly turned into the narrow alleyway, ever alert for the prescence of unfriendly creatures. As he made his way through the rubble littering the narrow passage, the beady eyes of the streetlife lurking in the shadows seemed to bore into his back. He liked to think he didn't scare easily, but there was just to many opportunities for the creatures lurking in the shadows for him to be completely comfortable. Your contact will be at the end of the alley opposite Harry's Cantina... He could see the grimy wall at the end of the alley, but there didn't seem to be anyone waiting. Typical, he thought. Can't even be trusted to arrive on time. The possibilty of ambush now firmly gripped in his mind, he gripped the butt of his antique pistol tighter and stepped into the shadows. "Mr. T'char" T'char whirled around, searching for the voice behind him. The light from the nearby street blinded him after the alley's gloom. Slowly his eyes readjusted. There, hidden behind the hulk of a disfunctional civil maintenance droid stood a Defel, his near invisible skin blending almost seamlessly into the ambient mess of the alley. "Mr. T'char, my employers wish me to convey how glad they are that you have come to work with us." He paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. "They also asked me to remind you of the nature of your mission. Success is vital." "So i have been led to understand. Yet, oddly, no-one has actually told me what this mission is yet..." "Quite so, Mr. T'char." He pulled a thick envelope seemingly from nowhere. "So without further ado, your mission. Farewell, and good luck Mr. T'char." "Luck is not a factor." "Quite so, Mr. T'char. Quite so." With that, the Defel turned, and dissapeared into the shadows. T'char glanced down at the envelope. Judging by the paperwork, whatever this mission was, it seemed that it was likely to be fairly complicated...

T'char woozily lifted his head from the bar surface, gazing around grimy pub's interior. Things weren't entirely clear to him, it seemed he'd been out of it for quite a while. "Hmmm. Wha?" he finally managed to gasp.

Hey, Krytos... I've kinda made my way into the organisation, but am yet to do any serious work. Do you have any real plans for the organisation that I should be working around? Any ideas about what kinda work the organisation would want me to do? Let me know.

"I think probably the best thing that could be done at the moment would be to simply leave thing the way they are. If the people on planets under Empire rule have any objections, no doubt word would get around quickly. Then maybe the New Republic should intervene. Probably the best course of action is to create embassies on Empire-controlled worlds and allow disgruntled citizens to make their case there."

OOC - I'm back... IC - The planet below NightHawk I was altogether unremarkable - 60% ocean with the remainder mostly lush tropical regions. T'char set the autopilot for a gentle entry into its atmosphere and headed back to his cabin to freshen up. * * * "Mr T'char, I can assure you that our organisation's upper echelons do hold your skills in great esteem, however I'm sure you can understand their hesitation to award a bounty based upon the scant evidence supplied. A single finger simply is not sufficient." Inwardly, T'char groaned. He'd known these people were going to be difficult. He'd hoped to avoid this. Unfortunately, there was no other choice. "Would you please follow me to my ship, Mr..." "Johnson." "Mr. Johnson. The rest of the body is in storage." T'char turned led the way to the landing pad, and into the bowels of NightHawk. Ducking through the bulkheads, he made his way to the ship's cold storage. "I had hoped to avoid this - I have other customers who will want the same evidence, and I would hate for it to be contaminated." "No problem Mr. T'char, I think i can manage that." "Good. The body is in pretty bad shape - are you sure you want to see this?" The clerk gave a nod of assent. T'char turned to the nearest cold locker and keyed its release. The door slowly swung open revealing the body. The head was unrecognisable - the bullet's exit wound had obliterated every facial feature. The clerk turned away in disgust. "That's fine Mr. T'char. If I could have a sample?" "Certainly. Please try to make it as inconspicuos as possible." The clerk took his sample and ran it through his DNA analyser. As T'char had expected, the result was a perfect match for Sol Sebala's DNA record. "Very good Mr. T'char. Here's the payment as promised. My employers wish me to convey their appreciation of your work, and also to extend to you a promise of future employment, should you find that neccessary." "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind. It's been a pleasure." "Likewise." With that the clerk gave one last disgusted look at the corpse and dissapeared down the ship's ramp.

OOC - I'm back... Oh, hi wormie.... IC - T'char looked up from the bar, momentarily disorientated. It seemed as if he'd been out of it for quite a while, but oddly the conversation seemed to have hardly progressed at all... "I think that any change to the system, for better or worse, is alwas going to have some bad repercussions. The best the New Republic can really do is to try to regain control of the planets in such a way as to minimise those repercussions. How they would do that, I have no idea..."

Cheers Krytos! Yeah - me, Pytho, Barkoa, Jess, Tan, etc... are likely to be unavailable for a while...

OOC - Oops! I do know what you mean tho Ulic - My other main character (T'char) flies a corellian YV-666. Beautiful craft. IC The captain was still at it, conversing with some cranky politician or ambassador or something. Still feeling dangerously furious, Arten gave up on waiting for the captain and stormed off to his ship. If he was going to have to fly in that sorry excuse for a spaceship, he was going to need to be well prepared...

I'll just ask again - mind if i wind up working for the organisation, Krytos? It kinda flows logically from my other business...

By this time the conversation had begun to well and truly drift over the top of T'char's head. He downed the rest of his tankard hoping it'd help him get used to the ideas being flung about. "Uh. Yeah." he said, not really knowing what to say. "I guess. Although those super weapons the Empire are supposed to be creating should help with that." What? Where had that come from? Did that make any sense? But, well and trully drunk, he pressed on. "I hearrrr therresss this one that cannn dessssstroyyy an entire starrrrr" He paused for a moment, looking around the cantina. "Hey! Wherrrrre'd eveyone go?" EDIT: OOC - I just made Sergeant (finally)!!!!!!!

Arten stood, quietly fuming as he waited for the captian to finish his call. Make me fly on the Nova Dream? In that pile of scrap? To make the captian of a perfectly operable freighter a passenger on some tea merchant's sorry excuse for a ship? The cheek! Sensing that it probably wasn't a good time to be interrupting the captain if he wanted to have any hope of getting his ship back, he instead settled for casting accusing stares at the captain's back as he waited, making it clear that he was one unhappy customer. OOC - No offense Ulic, I'm sure the Dream is a beautiful ship, it's just that Arten doesn't agree with me...