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Okay. I know pretty much everything about star wars, but I forgot what the O.T. stood for. Thanks for the save.
So, I'm going to get this thing started off with an openended beginning. We will continue and interact in this rpg as we see fit.
Star Destroyer "Act of Punishment" in orbit above the planet Telos.
Captain Lann entered the briefing room and faced the small attack team that sat at the table in psudo-military alignment. Had they been his own men, the captain would not have hesitated to reprimand them for the slack in their posture. They hadn't even soluted him when he had entered the room. The problem was, the team consisted of three Mandolorians.
Perhaps it was his lingering mistrust for the Mandolorians that made him repeat what was obvious. "You won't be paid for any rebels you kill. You're job is only to capture the rebel ringleader, an anarchist named Carlos White."
The Mandolorians said nothing for a while. Captain Lann thought for a moment that he had taught them their place. They were mercenaries, dogs hired by the empire to hunt down insurrectionists. Then the leader, Rain, stood up and stared at Lann through his T shaped visor. "We'll get White. You just keep your stormies out of the way. If they get in between us and our target, we will take them out, and our fee will remain the same." Captain Lann suddenly felt cold spreading down his spine and into his lungs. "You should get some rest, Captain," Rain said. "You don't look well." Lann felt obliged to agree.
Okay. I know pretty much everything about star wars, but I forgot what the O.T. stood for. Thanks for the save.
So, I'm going to get this thing started off with an openended beginning. We will continue and interact in this rpg as we see fit.
Star Destroyer "Act of Punishment" in orbit above the planet Telos.
Captain Lann entered the briefing room and faced the small attack team that sat at the table in psudo-military alignment. Had they been his own men, the captain would not have hesitated to reprimand them for the slack in their posture. They hadn't even soluted him when he had entered the room. The problem was, the team consisted of three Mandolorians.
Perhaps it was his lingering mistrust for the Mandolorians that made him repeat what was obvious. "You won't be paid for any rebels you kill. You're job is only to capture the rebel ringleader, an anarchist named Carlos White."
The Mandolorians said nothing for a while. Captain Lann thought for a moment that he had taught them their place. They were mercenaries, dogs hired by the empire to hunt down insurrectionists. Then the leader, Rain, stood up and stared at Lann through his T shaped visor. "We'll get White. You just keep your stormies out of the way. If they get in between us and our target, we will take them out, and our fee will remain the same." Captain Lann suddenly felt cold spreading down his spine and into his lungs. "You should get some rest, Captain," Rain said. "You don't look well." Lann felt obliged to agree.