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2008-01-09 00:38:40
36 votes, rating 3.8
36 votes, rating 3.8
Star Wars Game 2
Survivors of Taris 0 - 1 Tatooine Thugs
"Hey Jarael. You coming or not?" Zayne went up the landing pad to the Golden Swan. The Swan had been a fine spaceship once. But with lack of funds and lack fo time for repairing it now looked more like a Crow.
"Yep I'm coming Zayne. Just helping Ray with the food storage."
She jumped up the landing pad. To stand beside Zayne. He was scanning the horizon.
"Lets go inside. I can feel a storm rising. Ray! Get the crew to finish this up. There is foul weather coming this way."
They went into the cockpit and Zayne slumped down in his old chair and put his boots up on the NavCom panel. "Well that was a close encounter today, a little to close." "I cant understand what that Hut and his underlings where doing here?"
Jarael sat down in her chair with a cup of smooking hot Caffa. " Me neither. Maybe they had buisness here? You know they sure can ride the trade lanes. But it feels to much of a coincidence."
Zayne let out a short laugh. "Ha, Jarael, you know better than to believe in coincidence. That Hut and that Gammorean pig was here looking for us. That is the second time we have been attacked since we left Taris. And it haven't been our former mentors. The ones we are running from!"
"Yeah I know. You know I haven't been able to master my precognition yet but I can still feel a lot of presences out there. Both Sith and Jedis are roaming this System. I wonder what they are looking for?"
Zayne looked out the window at the gathering storm. The dark clouds swirling and gathering at a great speed.
"Well it is like the weather out there. A great storm is gathering and soon it will unleash something bad. And I'm afraid that we are in the middle of it."
Now it was Jaraels turn to laugh. "Ha ha ha. Always the philosopher. Talking in metaphors. So what do we do then? Try to fight against the storm or try to find the eye of the storm and wait it out?"
"I don't know Jarael. I don't know. But let us get out of here and head for Avishan in the outher rim of the system. I think we will have some time to plan there. It should be free of champions from the Dark side."
"Hey Jarael. You coming or not?" Zayne went up the landing pad to the Golden Swan. The Swan had been a fine spaceship once. But with lack of funds and lack fo time for repairing it now looked more like a Crow.
"Yep I'm coming Zayne. Just helping Ray with the food storage."
She jumped up the landing pad. To stand beside Zayne. He was scanning the horizon.
"Lets go inside. I can feel a storm rising. Ray! Get the crew to finish this up. There is foul weather coming this way."
They went into the cockpit and Zayne slumped down in his old chair and put his boots up on the NavCom panel. "Well that was a close encounter today, a little to close." "I cant understand what that Hut and his underlings where doing here?"
Jarael sat down in her chair with a cup of smooking hot Caffa. " Me neither. Maybe they had buisness here? You know they sure can ride the trade lanes. But it feels to much of a coincidence."
Zayne let out a short laugh. "Ha, Jarael, you know better than to believe in coincidence. That Hut and that Gammorean pig was here looking for us. That is the second time we have been attacked since we left Taris. And it haven't been our former mentors. The ones we are running from!"
"Yeah I know. You know I haven't been able to master my precognition yet but I can still feel a lot of presences out there. Both Sith and Jedis are roaming this System. I wonder what they are looking for?"
Zayne looked out the window at the gathering storm. The dark clouds swirling and gathering at a great speed.
"Well it is like the weather out there. A great storm is gathering and soon it will unleash something bad. And I'm afraid that we are in the middle of it."
Now it was Jaraels turn to laugh. "Ha ha ha. Always the philosopher. Talking in metaphors. So what do we do then? Try to fight against the storm or try to find the eye of the storm and wait it out?"
"I don't know Jarael. I don't know. But let us get out of here and head for Avishan in the outher rim of the system. I think we will have some time to plan there. It should be free of champions from the Dark side."
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