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I wanted to post a few links. I am a fan of Amy Brown's artwork, and I often base my characters' features on the subjects of her paintings.

Mind you, you'll have to picture these women minus the wings and pointy ears. (You'll see what I mean tongue ) Put them in Mando armor, and you pretty much have Nora, Evaar, and Saviin.

Nora

Evaar  (I picture her having very green eyes.)

Saviin

At least you can now put the faces I imagined to the names...  smile

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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((Nice pics.  I have a few pics I've used as references for some of my characters myself, but some won't appear in this rpg and the rest you haven't met yet.))

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Name: Mattias Felth
Species: Human/Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: 71 Standard Years (His body is an Endoskeleton covered with synthflesh; he is not aged)
Homeworld: Unknown
Weapons: Too numerous to count
WOC: Two Custom Black Chrome Projectile Revolvers http://www.praxagora.com/lunde/photos/p … t-full.jpg
Secondary Weapon: Custom Sawed-Off Double-Barrel Single-Shot Projectile Shotgun http://i.cnn.net/cnn/SPECIALS/2000/colu … HOTGUN.JPG
Ship: "Avenger" Is A Custom-Built Starfighter/Gunship By Kuat Drive Yards
Appearance: Black Trenchcoat, And Black Military Fatigues Underneath. He Also Wears Tinted Glasses. (He Looks Like Mattias Nillson From Mercenaries, And Wears The Same Glasses, But Blue)

Background: Used to work as a merc for the Empire, after receiving a hefty paycheck from Vader, he started his own Private Military Company with his buisness partner Uriel Koslov. Mattias was the CEO of the Felth Corporation, Having his dream realized, Mattias soon began collecting blasters, speeders, starships, and rare artifacts from around the Galaxy. Mattias was particularly fascinated with the Mandalorian culture, and owns a large collection of expensive artifacts currently stored in a vault on Brozyna, scheduled to be moved to his Tower Penthouse on Coruscant within the next two weeks.

"This IS my signature."

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Mattias walked around Keldabe looking for anything he thought would look good in his collection, searching the very few weaponsmiths' inventories for something he desired.
He purchased a wrist-gauntlet and some chest armor to bring back to his penthouse collection.
After walking around a bit more, he went into the "Drunken Strill" a local tavern.
Mattias walked in, everyone looked before going back to their drinks.
"Ale" Mattias ordered his drink.

"This IS my signature."

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Kyr'am likewise placed his order to go and picked up his helmet before addressing the group, "I've got preparations to make as well.  If any of you need a ride, I can take you up in the shuttle.  If not, just call me when you're ready to go to the Katarn."

“We’ll contact you when we are on our way, we’ll see ourselves to the ship...” Nora replied. 

Evaar pulled out a datapad and began making a list of supplies.  “I’ll gather what we need, meet you at the Nineveh at sundown...” she informed her adopted mother.  The young woman was usually in charge of foodstuffs and supplies for a mission. 

Saviin gave the group a brisk nod, “Right then...I’m off to have a chat with some friends....I’ll be there at sundown as well.”  The lavender haired woman strolled away.  Her “chats” usually consisted of high price bargaining for demolitions and weaponry.....her specialty. 

The huntress herself headed for her ship, the Nineveh, to perform the customary pre-flight checks and fueling tasks. 

(OOC:  Just wanted to get this moving along a bit.  If it’s okay with everyone, I’d like to jump ahead to sundown where my ladies are meeting at the Nineveh, ready to go to the Katarn...  I feel like the story is starting to drag a bit...)

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"Ugly " Jim Goran nodded to his current comrades, "Right, got to inform the missus that I won't be home for supper." He grinned and cut a slab of his steak off with a knife and offered it to the strill, "Cos' yer so pretty, just like me." He gave a smile that was all teeth.

"Sundown then, verda." And with that the big man took what was left of the hunk of meat in hand and tore into it as he strolled for the door. An inventory of necessary tools and weapons going through his head.

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell

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Anbu Dres crossed his arms, watching was just half the fun. Motoko on the other side of the table leaned up against the opposite wall. Warren in front of Brassk. The Good Doc no where to be seen. Probably in the lab lurking around, hunting for an old invention. The location was small, the security office of a warehouse Warren owned.
"This is your last chance to get out Brassk..."
"Hey Warren, I'm heading off to meet with that Mando woman. Enjoy your talk Brassk!"
Dres left, he'd have to get there in fifteen minutes. Too bad they'd be using her, Warren could've tried a little harder. ]

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((I'm okay with skipping ahead till sundown.  Just to make sure though, everyone's got their own ship to the Katarn, right?))

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As far as I know, everyone has their own ride.  smile

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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“You didn’t tell me you were expecting someone!” Saviin barked at her cousin as they sorted their gear inside the modified VT-49 Decimator. 

Nora shrugged, “They didn’t ask to speak to you.  It doesn’t concern you as of now...”

Saviin’s violet eyes narrowed sharply, “Oh right, but if you need back up you’ll expect me right on your heels won’t you?”

“Yes.”

The taller woman made a face and resumed shoving items in to her pack. 

Nora glanced out the Nineveh’s viewport, “Evaar ought to be arriving soon...” she thought aloud.

“Mmmmm...” Saviin responded absently as she turned a thermal detonator in one hand, admiring it’s quality.  “Gotta love Kahu...  He always saves the best for his most loyal customer....” 

The huntress snorted, “Is that what you two are calling it these days?”

Saviin gave Nora haughty glare.  “I resent that....” she said indignantly, “You know Kahu and I go way back....”  She tossed the detonator into the air, spun around, and caught it with her opposite hand behind her back. 

Nora shot her a warning look. 

Just then a beeping sound indicated a stranger approaching the Nineveh. 

“I believe our guest has arrived....” the huntress stated flatly.

(Cue Anbu!  tongue )

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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It's depressing, well, when you have to play gofer it is. And he continued to stand as the landing ramp came down. Keeping that simple dignity of staying on neutral ground. Popped his neck, watching her step down after realizing he wasn't going up.
"Not to say I don't trust you...just an old habit."
"You need a ship for how many people? Sorry I'm being straightforward, stressed for time."
Dres moved his ears forward, trying to guess how many people were in the ship. Couldn't be too careful.
"About five. Yea, five."

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Kyr'am approached his 170, it's drives thrumming with barely restrained power.  Sitting next to the fighter was a relatively unassuming shuttle, which Kyr'am knew was far from the truth.  Standing at the ramp to the shuttle was Canderous, his refurbished Super Battle Droid, and Tracyn, now clad in flight suit, helmet in hand. 
      "Tracyn, go ahead and take the 170 and leave now, I'll take Canderous and meet you on board the Katarn."  Tracyn nodded and trotted off to the 170 as Kyr'am started up the ramp to start his preflight checks, Canderous following obediently.

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Note:  Please refer to the first page of this story, where the rules are posted.  There has been an edit.  (As seen below.)  Thanks!  smile

***Edit - Please do not make other people's characters speak or do things without first getting the player's approval.  You cannot always assume what someone is going to do in a situation.  This includes actions, conversation, and the like.  It is extremely frustrating to have someone move your character or make them say things that you did not intend.  This rule falls under the standard RPG rules generally recognized within all true RPGs***

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Also, Kyr'am please empty your inbox.  I am trying to answer your PM but it says your box is full.  tongue

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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(Done, sorry.)

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Saviin leaned over the control panel to look out of the viewport.  “What in the world is that?” she asked upon seeing Anbu approach. 

Nora shrugged, “Lets see what the scanners make of him...”

There was a brief pause as the stranger was scanned and cross checked with the ship’s databanks. 

“Black Sun...” Nora said, referring to the final readout.  “Fun thing to have come up on a background check...”

Saviin crinkled her nose, “Siannic.....ever seen one before?” 

“Apparently there’s a specimen standing outside...”  She put her helm over her head and checked her blaster.  “Come on....we don’t have all evening...”

The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss and Nora appeared at the top, her taller cousin just behind her.  Both armored women strode down the ramp, but stopped at it’s edge. 

“State your purpose...” Nora said in the flat monotone that was her usual business chatter.

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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(Seems I'll have to make my posts shorter then...Fine with me)

"Oh? Don't remember me, that's dissapointing. I remember something about setting up a meeting the night before about travel over a starcraft."
Dres moved his ears back, curious what putting his profile in official scanning had done. Registering as Black Sun wasn't illegal, the company had laughed over it for a couple of minutes afterward. Putting it in, thinking it was a joke. Too bad he'd have to remove it in when they left and switch it back to assassin. It had a nice feel to it.
"Well anyway, space for about five, yea I'd say five beings perfectly able to pay their way."

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{{I didn’t know there was going to be this arranged meeting between Nora and Anbu until you posted it in the game.  And as we didn’t have them discuss the nature of the meeting, I didn’t know to have Nora already aware of it’s purpose.  Also this is all still going on during the same day (afternoon/evening).  So they would have had to arranged this meeting sometime before Nora and her party left the Tavern earlier in the afternoon.  Sorry....*frets*.....I’m just going along with it best I can.  tongue }}

“My ship is not customarily a shuttle...” the huntress advised.  “I am assuming you want transport to the same vessel we are going to.  If that is the case, I’ll have to get clearance for you and your party.”

Saviin remained silent behind Nora, her helm continuing to scan the Siannic, registering visuals and other pertinent data that she would later transfer to the Nineveh’s databanks as an update.  To a hunter....and a Mando....even the most minute details were valuable.

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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(Oh I just hate timetables. But I did talk to you earlier in the rpg before you folks left the tavern. Unless we're discounting that as well. I Hope I get used to this rpg style of yours.)

"That is the case indeed."
Dres shifted his weight to the other foot. Curious as to how much information the scanners even had on his species, wouldn't be much. He'd just have to check that out before they left...no...something cold'd be better. Maybe with shaved ice.
And just from the situation chances were in between null and slim. Well, wouldn't it be an interesting outcome.

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{{  Sorry...  hmm  I've been RPing for over 5 yrs and I've always done it this way.  I've seen it done your way, but honestly not often.  We're just approaching it from different angles, that's all.  It's okay - we'll get it all sorted out.  cool  No stress...  I'll post tomorrow, I gotta hit the hay...  }}

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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{{  Sorry for not posting.  I have the flu and am not at all well.  I will try to write something tonight...}}

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Saviin turned on her heel and strode back into the Nineveh, by unheard command via the internal helm comlink she had between herself and Nora.  The huntress had ordered her to contact Kyr’am and advise him of the current situation. 

“Saviin to Kyr’am...individual named Anbu Dres is requesting transport to the Katarn for himself and party, totaling approximately five in number.  Requesting clearance.  Will await your response.  Out.”  The tall woman leaned rather casually against the control panel in the cockpit as she patiently waited for Kyr’am’s answer. 

Meanwhile, Nora remained standing at the edge of the boarding ramp.  “We await clearance for your transport,” she informed Anbu.  The huntress’ dark visor seemed to be staring lifelessly at the Siannic as she stood waiting, blaster rifle in hand.  “What is the purpose of your visit to the Katarn?” she asked, “I always make a point to know the nature of what I am transporting...”

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"I suppose you won't accept tourist as an answer."
Dres filtered through the nouns trapped in his vocabulary. Nothing really seemed to fit. And he couldn't very well say it was a treasure hunt, whatever it actually was still beyond him. But something did come to mind. Kinda sorta.
"I'm transporting refugees back to their home planet. It'd be too conspicuous if we took a main line cruiser. A reformed thug has to earn some reputation as honest doesn't he? I can't see that you believe me but in all honesty I just so happen to be what I hope is the right thing."
Anbu thankful his expressions were that much different than a humanoids. Too next of kin it'd be obvious he was lying.

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Kyr'am sighed and paused in his engine startup checklist as he thought about the request from Saviin.  He was glad Tracyn had already left, or she would have been a handful, moreso when she would have heard his decision. 

"Kyr'am to Saviin:  Go ahead and let them board.  But give them a warning that if they misbehave at all, they might be taking a walk out an airlock without a suit."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Goran kicked up his heels onto an empty spot of the Hammer's control consule, and crossed his legs at the ankles. A wide gruesome smile crooked his mouth, the talk with his wife was brief and to the point as it usually was. She was a practical woman and didn't believe in wasting words or time, which of course was one of the reasons he married her.

The Obdurate Hammer was in the midst of fueling, a long boring process for the transport. Ugly Jim leaned forward to examine a ship docked next to his and he repressed a snorting boastful laugh. The ship was only as big as one of the Hammer's huge engines. A tug like his was a rare sight on a planet were most of the inhabitants owned warcraft and  all purpose freighters.

The half Corellian sat in thought for a moment, before he  picked up a rifle and began to give it a once over to make sure it would be ready. Afterall someone might take a bit of offense that their little war party was about to drop by....

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell