Wes - Alison | Hobbie - Shelonei
| Shawn - Shawn | Trandoshan - Shelonei | Girl - Shelonei
Wes Janson : =-sits at downtime, eating a cold nerf burger=- That's
the last time i let that droid serve me...
Derek H Klivian : -=sullenly=- at least he'll serve YOU....
I think he must have been hanging out with that squeaky... -=sighs and gets up to get something himself=-
Wes Janson : bring me back some matches... i'll make a campfire and
we can heat this food too
Derek H Klivian : -=waves a
hand absently=- -=soon returns
with a plate and blowtorch in one hand, and dragging the newest rogue
along=- Come along Shawn, don't be shy. It's not a Rogue's style. oh no hanging... *shakes head*
Wes Janson : -=takes blowtorch and sets it off while holding piece of
meat on a knife near it=-
Derek H Klivian : -=sighes and
takes a bite of his food... wishes he hadn't=- Hey Wes when you're done
with that, let me use it.
Wes Janson : -=plays with flame and shortens
it and then sets it in the center of the table like a retarded candle=-
there, fondue.
Derek H Klivian : -=starts laughing
at the absurdity of it all=-
Wes Janson : I wonder if the have any mellmarshes
Derek H Klivian : If you have
mellmarshes in your pockets, I'm Corran.
Wes Janson : -=looks in pocket, then smiles=-
Sorry bud, there are no Jedi Powers in your future. -=sighs=-
Derek H Klivian : Bugger...
sure could use them... *puts head in hand and plays with his food with
his spork*
Wes Janson : -=tries to stab a piece of
meat with knife and it's frozen solid. picks it up with fingers and bangs
it against table=- hey hobbie, want a disc-weight?
Shawn Lovelett : ::Boots were hefted on
top of the table, arms folded behind his head.::
Derek H Klivian : You volunteering for the job? *sniffs
his food like Hawkeye then pushes it away* I think it's dead.
-=looks at Shawn=-
you want it?
Shawn Lovelett : ::His face covered by "Return of the Ewok" graphic holo
novel.:: :
::Loudly snoring behind the comic.::
Derek H Klivian : -=serruptitiously
slips the food in front of Shawn=-
Wes Janson : -=tosses meat-disc over the
comic like a blastball player=- hey kid!
Derek H Klivian : -=looks at
wes=- He's asleep...... -=looks at his
own drink as it bubbles=- I think it's alive.....
Shawn Lovelett : ::He falls backwards, legs in the air and the comic goes
flying.::
Wes Janson : -=leans back, grabbing another
meat disc=- this food stinks -=tosses it over shoulder=-
Shawn Lovelett : I think...my nose is bleeding.
::You can loudly hear as he talks through his nose.::
Derek H Klivian : The comic's
that good? -=asks shawn as he eyes his seemingly alive drink=-
Wes Janson : Got any bacta in your pocket
for him, Hobs? -=hears a trandoshan growl behind him but does nothing=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He gets up and he readjusts his seat.::
Derek H Klivian : Just because
I'm occasionally gravity impaired, doesn't mean I carry bacta patches around
with me... -=grumbles as he fishes one out and flicks it at shawn=- -=drink bubbles=- I swear it's alive...
Wes, did you do something to this?
Wes Janson : i was thinking more like you might have some still ON you
from the last dip... why would i do something to your drink?
Shawn Lovelett : ::He catches it and then
puts it down on the table.::
Derek H Klivian : I don't know,
why do you throw plastine spiders in ladies underthing drawers?
Shawn Lovelett : ::He watches as his Rodian
nightcrawler crawls up out of the glass.::
Derek H Klivian : -=takes his
spork to the food he pushed away, and makes as though he's gonna flick
it at Wes. He's so not in the mood.... or is he?=-
Shawn Lovelett : Wow there he is.
Derek H Klivian : Gaah! -=sits back so quickkly hs chair falls over=-
Shawn Lovelett : Must have thought it was his natural habittat.
Derek H Klivian : I told you
it was alive! Gaah! -=thunk=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He walks over to the
table and scoops up the little critter.::
Wes Janson : -=chuckles=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He puts him into his
chest pocket.:: They normally attracted to things that are soaked with
gas or swamp like marshes.
Derek H Klivian : Or jujaid? -=scrambles back up and sits
down=- Better keep a better eye on him, then.
Wes Janson : well, at least we know what's
in the drink now
Derek H Klivian : -=looks at
something behind Wes=- Uhm....
Shawn Lovelett : My baby rancor!
Derek H Klivian : -=suddenly
realises that he doesn't know where his character sheet is=-
Wes Janson : hmmm? -=looks behind him=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::A R2 unit dressed up
like a baby Rancor screams out, "Roar" in shawn's worse imitation of a
rancor.::
Trandoshan : -=trandoshan
tosses chunk of frozen meat down the front of Wes' shirt as he hauls him
out of the chair and lifts him in the air=- This belong
to you?
Shawn Lovelett : Damn...
Wes Janson : Ummm, actually, no. Belongs to the kitchen, I believe.
Derek H Klivian : -=looks at R2 rancor and starts chuckling,
then looks up suddenly as Wes begins floating=- I've got a bad feeling
aout this.
Trandoshan : I wasn't
aware throwing food was a kitchen specialty, my friend over there -=nodds
to rodian=- says you threw it. you have a thing against aliens?
Shawn Lovelett : That's what they all say.
Wes Janson : If I had a thing against aliens,
i wouldn't be a member of Rogue Squadron. -=looks down at insignia patch
on shoulder, then back at trans=- -=puts general tone into voice=-
Trandoshan : If I were a member of "Rogue Squadron"
-=growls=- I wouldn't be throwing food around. I don't like you.
Wes Janson : There's nothing in the New Republic docture that says you
have to like anyone.
Trandoshan : -=says
the last to shawn=- So if you want to keep your hide attatched to your
bones I suggest you stay out of this. -=narrows eyes at Wes=- I think your luck... Just -=makes
fist=- Ran -=pulls fist back=- OUT -=makes fist go really fast toward
Wes' face=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He leaned back into his
chair shaking his head.::
Derek H Klivian : -=pulls out his comlink and calls for some
kind of aid... or would, but it's broken.=- sithspit. -=goes to
try and stop the fight=-
Wes Janson : -=weaves arm through the trans
arms and tries to break free=-
Trandoshan : -=drops
janson and roars his displeasure=- -=sees Hobbie coming at him, and with a powerful backfist,
knocks the ralltiirian out cold....=- Now.... as I was saying.....=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He watches the fight
shaking his head.::
Wes Janson : -=gets into a defensive stance=-
ok, i can see you're fight with me, but hitting my friend was uncalled for.
come on, scaley... let's se what you got.
Derek H Klivian : -=goes flying
and if the fist hadn't knocked him out, the way he hit his head on the
table, did=-
Trandoshan : -=growls
and rushes forward with a right hook feint followed by a left jab=-
Wes Janson : -=takes the hit, and uses it to jab his shoulder into the
trans stomach to knock him down=-
Trandoshan : -=falls, but as he falls, whips his tail
up to disbalance wes=-
Wes Janson : -=jumps over tail and stradles chest, cocking fist back
and aims at the trans face=-
DESCRIPTION : -=Rodian
starts taking bets on the fight=-
Trandoshan : -=head
snaps back to the floor. swipes at janson with his claws=- -=and totally misses=- -=whips tail up between his legs to hit janson in the back
trying to knock the wind out of him=-
Wes Janson: -=falls to the side, holding
broken hand while trying to regain breath. curls up in a defensive ball
to protect himself=-
DESCRIPTION : -=betting
starts geting rowdy as bar goers start to boo his yell yay and all that
bar fight stuff=-
Trandoshan : -=crawls
to his feet, reptilian blood issuing from his nostrils=- Do you yeild,
or do I pulverise you?
Wes Janson : -=in response, snaps feet
out at his privates with all his strength=-
Trandoshan : -=grunts
and steps back=- Not enough.... good. -=advances and goes to smackwes down with his very strong
tail=- That
was dirty, human
DESCRIPTION : ((italics
= trandoshan singing soprano ;-) ))
Wes Janson : -=takes the hit and growls=-
Hey Shawn, you just going to sit there?! -=twirls around to snare tran's
legs to drop him=-
Shawn Lovelett : Pretty much.
Trandoshan : -=jumps
over Jansons' feet, but won't stoop down to hit janson. goes afte hiim
with the tail again=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::Kicks out a chair towards
the Trando attempting to make him trip and fall and hurt his head badly.::
Trandoshan : -=looks at shawn=- you want a piece of me too, little human?
Shawn Lovelett : I was just stretching my
legs. Slipped and everything.
Wes Janson : -=grabs the trans tail from ebhind and ignores hand pain
while trying to toss the thran to the opther side of the room=- -=grunts very loudly while doing this=-
Trandoshan : -=narrows
eyes at shawn, but figures he'll play with him when he's done with wes=-
-=goes flying=- -=lands on hobbie=-
Shawn Lovelett : Oh well... ::He picks up a chair, and attempts to strike
the chair over the trando's head.::
Trandoshan : -=grunts
as he pulls himself to his feet, and rushes Wes like an american football
player=- -=ignoring the sting of the chair on his
back for the moment=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He tears off his shirt
wears an under shirt that says "Wicket 3:16":: Oh yeah your mine now.
Wes Janson : -=dodges out of the way, and
tries to trip the tran to land on the floor=-
Trandoshan : -=misses
Wes and stumbles over his feet in the process=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He goes on top of a table,
and attempts the elbow drop from hell onto the trando's back.::
Trandoshan : -=falls
and smashes his face in the grown=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He rolls off to the side
not hurting the trando at all.::
Trandoshan : Gaah!
-=is hurting pretty badly by now=-
Derek H Klivian : -=bruised
and unconscious, lays by the bar unnoticed=-
Derek H Klivian : -=takes
a few more bets on the human kid=-
Trandoshan : -=growls
and crawls to his feet slowly, waiting for Ali to return from wherever
she's gone=-
Wes Janson : -=stands up, grinning a rancor
gron=- don't give up now... this is just getting to be fun
Trandoshan : -=tailsweep
at both=- -=his
own momentum causes him to spin completely around=-
lisonSky21 -=snap kicks up at the trans head as he spins back around=-
Trandoshan : -=watches wes' foot go past his face by
centimetres=- Ohh..... stupid move. -=goes to punch Wes in the gut=-
Wes Janson : -=while bent over, goes to
elbow tran back into his bleeding nose=-
Trandoshan : -=head
snaps back=- -=shakes his rattled brains and glowers=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::Swipes off food on a
large metal plate, he charges the trando and sweeps at his head with the
plate.::
Trandoshan : -=on the
second pass around, the food goes all over the Trandoshan, blinding him.
must go below thirty now to be able to hit=-
Trandoshan : -=flails
claws blindly=- -=hits...
something=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::Stomach is cut but it
wouldn't scar.::
Wes Janson : -=jumps on the tran from
behind and wraps arms around his neck, chocking him=-
Trandoshan : -=there was hotsauce on the plate... it's
burned his eyes and if he dares open them, it'll burn more... he's fightin
blind, folks.... but look out for that tail!=- -=struggles for air, and tries to hit whatever's
on his back withh is tail=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He jumps down on the
trando's tail to hold it down.::
Trandoshan : -=tail
is immobile, fights for breath. tries to pull arms from around his neck=-
Wes Janson : -=tightens grip on the choak=-
Trandoshan : -=tries
to thrash tail around, moving shawn a little but not doing any damage...
goes for the noose arms again=- -=is running out of air, and dropps to his
knees as he struggles=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::Suddenly bites down hard on the tail.::
DESCRIPTION : -=crowd
shouts incouragement to the humans=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::But can't seem to get
any of it at all.::
DESCRIPTION : -=it's
the scales=-
Trandoshan : -=tries
to doe the hit behind you t hing that fezzick does to the man in black
in princess bride to wes=- -=but his hands just don't quite reach
around that far=-
Wes Janson : -=twists arms around to twist
head=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::Attempts to move around
and knock the wind from the creature so it can finally pass out.::
Trandoshan : -=looses
consciousness and passes out on the floor=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He motions to the crowd,
they throw him two corellian ales.::
DESCRIPTION : -=rodian
grumbles as he pays the bets... he's lost a lot of money tonight.=-
Shawn Lovelett : ::He slams them together,
and attempts to down them both down at once.:: ::He throws away the empty corellian ales.::
DESCRIPTION : -=Rodian grabs trandoshan by the tail and
starts to drag him from the pub=-
Wes Janson : -=lays the trans on the floor
and stares at him, then walks over to HObbie and kneels down=- hey hobs,
you ok?
Shawn Lovelett : Wicket 3:16 says I just
whooped you. Yub Yub
Derek H Klivian : -=groans and winces as he openes his eyes=-
Huh?
Wes Janson : -=shakes head at shawn, knowing
who did the real whooping=- You ok?
Girl : -=random girl
fromthe crowsd comes up to shawn and batts her eyes=-
Wes Janson : -=has a couple of bruises and hides his broken hand=-
Derek H Klivian : -=winces as
he pushes himself to a seated position. Sees Wes bruised, sees shawn
with a girl and looks back at wes=- Do I want to know?
Girl : -=smiles
prettily=- Hi there.
Shawn Lovelett : ::Looks back and he shrugs.::
Perfectly fine. Hello Want to buy a Wicket 3:16 t-shirt?
Girl : -=laughs
prettily=- Aww.. do I have to actually *pay* for it??
Wes Janson : -=looks at Shawn=- No...
Shawn Lovelett : ::Shrugs::
Girl : -=puts pinkish
lekku over her shoulder and walks her fingers up shawn's arm=-
Shawn Lovelett : I guess. Gee whiz lady.
Derek H Klivian : I didn't think so... Help me up. I feel
like I've been crunched.
Wes Janson : ok. -=manuvers left hand
around Hobbie's waist, still able to hide the right one behind him=-
Girl : Not gee whiz,
-=smiles=- my name's Ghi'wintz
Derek H Klivian : -=doesn't
notice wes' hiding something=- Thanks pal. You alright?
Shawn Lovelett : Oh okay that works. Well mine's bloodied right now and I don't know where to
get another.
Derek H Klivian : -=looks over
at shawn and twilek=- How come he gets the girls??
Wes Janson : Must be the shirt
Girl : Maybe I could...
launder it for you? -=smiles showing her pointy teeth while winking one
golden eye=-
Derek H Klivian : We need shirts
like that, then.
Shawn Lovelett : Hmm...
Derek H Klivian : -=coughs and
shakes his head=- Why do I feel like someone dropped a bantha on me?
-=groans=-
Shawn Lovelett : Later guys. ::He offers her an arm.::
Derek H Klivian : -=sees the
purple band around the twi-lek's arm=- Should we tell him?
Girl : -=takes his
arm and leans her head on his shoulder=-
Wes Janson : tell him what?
Derek H Klivian : -=watches
Shawn exiting with the twi'lek=- Purple arm band....
she's one of schi'tuk's girls....
Wes Janson : Oh sith...
Derek H Klivian : Yeah.... so,
should we tell him?
Wes Janson : He'll figure it out....eventually.
