DESCRIPTION: ::Lamaredd, Bartyn's Landing, The Shootout. Wes Janson is about to start out in the first round of the annual Shootout::
Wes Janson: -=fiddles with his blaster, a tiny bit nervous but not showing it on his face=-
Doc Anreson: -=standing on the side, watching 'nervously'=-
Wes Janson: Come on, Wes... hold it together. No One's going to shoot you in the back with the guys around... now focus.
DESCRIPTION: -=to Wes=- Sir, you will be up next. You may move up to the targeting area.
Doc Anreson: Don't fall apart, just win, and we can all go on......
Mike Ngo: ::he wanders around the back of the crouds, keeping a passive watch over the event::
Wes Janson: -=nods and gives a smart smile, then steps up to the line=-
Mike Ngo: ::has temporarily traded his fishing clothes with normal civilian garb::
Gavin Darklighter ::wearing normal clothes, which he was very thankfull for, he walked around, the crowds::
Wes Janson: -=closes eyes and gets feel for the weapon, then opens them and lines up target, waiting for starting sound=-
DESCRIPTION: -=to Wes=- You will have five shots on the first target. The target is 20 meters away. You may begin when ready.
Doc Anreson: c'mon wes.....
Wes Janson: UNderstood. -=bites lip and takes first shot=-
DESCRIPTION: -=hits near center=-
Wes Janson: -=first hits. readjusts a bit to get a better aim and fires again=-
DESCRIPTION: -=center ring=-
Wes Janson: -=again=-
DESCRIPTION: -=outer part of center ring=-
Wes Janson: -=again=-
DESCRIPTION: -=center ring=-
Wes Janson: -=final time=-
DESCRIPTION: -=near center ring=-
Wes Janson: -=lowers blaster and smiles to the crowd=-
Doc Anreson: -=grins and claps her hands=-
DESCRIPTION: Very nice shooting, sir. I'm sure you have made it to the next round. You may return to the waiting area.
Mike Ngo: ::follows suit with the crouds and starts clapping, still keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary::
Wes Janson: Thank you. -=walks away to where Doc is standing and wraps arm around her waist=-
Gavin Darklighter ::he walks toward the area where all the contenstants are, but staying hidden still in the crowd as he claps::
Doc Anreson: -=smiles at Wes=- You did well m'lord.
Wes Janson: That's because I have you as good luck. -=gently kisses Doc's forehead=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=watching and frowns slightly=-
Doc Anreson: -=smiles softly=- -=whispers=- smoothie.
Krinveedo: -= Carrying two large fizz, stops looking at Mike.=- Heh heh heh...Man I'm thirsty.
Wes Janson: -=goes back to watching the competition, keeping eyes open=- -=whispers=- you know it...
Doc Anreson: -=chuckles softly and returns tow atching the competition as well=-
Mike Ngo: ::chuckles:: so you'll have both of those or do I get one
Krinveedo: Heh heh heh...You wanted one?
Gavin Darklighter ::keeps his eyes open::
Krinveedo: Oh... Oh.. Well... If you shine my boots maybe I could loan you one.. I'm kidding of course take one. Heh heh he.
Gavin Darklighter ::he looks for anything out of place::
DESCRIPTION: -=an hour passes before Wes' next round, he is ushered to the range again=-
Mike Ngo: ::smiles:: thank man ::takes the can and pops it open::
DESCRIPTION: -=Gavin sees a Rodian speaking to Mike, he looks rather strange=-
Doc Anreson: -=watches intently from the sideline=-
Wes Janson: -=kisses Doc's hand before accending the platform again=-
Gavin Darklighter ::he sees a Rodian talking to Mike::
Krinveedo: -=His snout, grasped the straw and loudly you could hear him slurp at it.=-
Doc Anreson: -=blushes=-
DESCRIPTION: Four shots this time, m'lord. Target it as 40 meters.
Wes Janson: Thank you. -=lines up shot, a bit more confident=-
DESCRIPTION: -=miss=-
Krinveedo: -=Continues to loudly sip at his soda watching the competition.=- And so ends the carrer of another famous marksman heh heh heh.
Wes Janson: -=notices that the blaster is a bit melted and quickly cleans out the tip, then fires again=-
DESCRIPTION: -=center ring=-
Wes Janson: Ah, much better. -=smiles=-
Doc Anreson: -=lets go breath she hadn't realized she was holding=-
Wes Janson: -=fiers again=-
Krinveedo: ....................You know I wish I could shoot straight! -=He yelled from his spot=-
DESCRIPTION: -=outside ring=-
Krinveedo: Heh heh heh
Wes Janson: -=turns head to look at the Rodian, then back to the target and rires=-
Mike Ngo: ::blinks:: i'd say so.... cmon wes a nerf can fire better than that
DESCRIPTION: -=dead center=-
Krinveedo: Ooooooooooooo Neat heh heh heh.
DESCRIPTION: -=a group of officers approach the Rodian=-
Doc Anreson: -=bites her lip as she watches worriedly=-
Mike Ngo: ::smiles::
Wes Janson: -=turns back to the Rodian=- Care to match words with action, Sir?
Krinveedo: Um..Sir No Sir...I was just saying that I wish I had your skill heh heh heh. Um..oops
Mike Ngo: ::steps back a few paces, seeing the officers::
Krinveedo: Heh heh heh.. Hello Sirs can I help you with my amazing wit and incredible intelligence or am I under arrest? agaian? Heh heh heh. -= He said looking towards the oncoming officers.=-
Mike Ngo: um..
Wes Janson: -=gives Rodian firm look=- good. -=steps down to walk back to Doc=-
DESCRIPTION: -=two officers take the Rodian's arms=- Excuse us, but would you please come with us.
Gavin Darklighter ::he moves around and stands hidden in the crows with view of the Rodian::
Krinveedo: Depends....Are you going to give me candy? heh heh heh
Doc Anreson: -=holds hand out daintily to wes=- Don't worry, Milord.
DESCRIPTION: I'm sorry, but you are disturbing the contestants. Either come with us peacefully or...
Wes Janson: -=growls and watches the scene with the Rodian while cleaning out blaster to make sure it doesn't jam again=-
Krinveedo: I can shut up if you want me to..You see normal security usually beats me in the stomach with a bat and then says.."Excuse me sure but could you shut up?" Heh heh heh.. And me with my bleeding mouth look up and I say.."Okay Sir."
DESCRIPTION: -=to Wes=- SIr, due to the unruly guest, you will be allowed to shoot again and take the best shots.
Doc Anreson: -=crosses fingers. =-
Gavin Darklighter :: taps Mike on the shoulder as he backs up::
Wes Janson: -=holds up hand=- No, that's fine. Let the scores stand. I will take no special offers
Mike Ngo: ::tapped. he turns to see a person that really really really resembles gavin::
DESCRIPTION: As you wish. -=bows and moves to the judging stand=-
Mike Ngo: oh hey gav..
DESCRIPTION: -=officers lift the rodian slightly from the ground and carries him away from the area=-
Krinveedo: I was awarded this seat in a local contest and I will be quiet oh great security guards. If you leave me alone.. ::He said quickly, attempting to Bluff his way out*::
Gavin Darklighter ::he raises a brow:: ::he looks at him, and his eyes shift, for them to hide in the crowds again::
Krinveedo: Would you believe that I'm really a hyper telekinetic Jedi? Who must save the galaxy by insulting people? Heh heh heh.
DESCRIPTION: -=fourty five minutes pass and Wes is approached again=- The judges have decided to allow you to move to the next round.
Mike Ngo: ::looks at the soda in his hand, then sets it down gently on the floor:: right.....
DESCRIPTION: Do you promise to be quiet? -=to Krinveedo=-
Krinveedo: Sir Yes Sir, heh heh heh. Cross my heart and hoped to be vaped.
DESCRIPTION: If you do not, you will be.
Wes Janson: -=smiles=- Thank the judges for me then.
Krinveedo: .....
DESCRIPTION: -=smile=- Yes sir.
Krinveedo: Sir Yes Sir, heh heh heh.
Doc Anreson: -=smiles at Wes and nods her encouragement=- -=gives him a wink to bolster his spirits=-
Krinveedo: ::Tries to mumble something in astromech.::
Gavin Darklighter ::nods and loses him self in the crowds still having full view of the other Rogues::
Krinveedo: ::Comes out as a large mumbeling instead of fluent bleeps.::
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks over at Wes and nods=- you can do it.
Krinveedo: ::He sits down right there in a seat, and folds his arms looking like a spoiled child who's fun was ruined.::
Wes Janson: -=walks to the group of men waiting to shoot for the next round=-
Krinveedo: -=Tries agian to mumble something in astromech.=-
DESCRIPTION: You may take your shots first, sir. Three shots. Target at 60 meters.
Krinveedo: ::This time he says their bantha poodoo in a fluent sound of bleeps and bloops.::
Doc Anreson: C'mon Wes........ -=crosses fingers=-
Gavin Darklighter ::looks around::
Wes Janson: -=takes a deep breath and lines up shot=- Come on, Force... you've been with me so far...
Hobbie Klivian: -=center ring=-
Doc Anreson: -=brings both cross-fingered hands up beneath her chin and bites her lip=- Come on milord... -=whispers=-
Wes Janson: -=next shot=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=outer edge of center ring=-
Wes Janson: -=last shot=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=outer ring=-
Krinveedo: ::Wonders if shooting a rubber band would get him a night in Jail.::
Mike Ngo: man.....
Doc Anreson: -=dropps her hand and sighs, then puts on a non-disappointed face for Wes=-
Mike Ngo: ::he says out loud::
Wes Janson: -=takes a deep breath and sighs, walking down to Doc=-
Gavin Darklighter :: makes a face :: ouch that had to hurt....::quietly::
Doc Anreson: -=smiles and steps forward, putting a hand on his back comfortingly=- You did your best, Milord.
Wes Janson: Thanks... but I could have done a lot better. -=wonders where the hell Tycho and Wedge are, caus ehe has yet to see there scouting positions=-
Doc Anreson: -=drops her hand and shakes her head=- You did as well as you could, Milord. -=serious tone=- No one can be perfect at all times -=shrink tone=-
Krinveedo: Krel: ::A human sat down beside the Rodian laughing.:: As usual Krin your stupidity reins supreme.
Gavin Darklighter ::he looks around searching::
Krinveedo: Truca: ::He sits down beside the otherside of him, a simple Jawa.::
DESCRIPTION: -=Gavin does not see much=-
Gavin Darklighter ::sees nothing::
Krinveedo: What did he say?
Krinveedo: Krel: He said your about to end up in jail agian.
Krinveedo: Heh heh heh, 4th time's the charm.
DESCRIPTION: -=thirty mintues pass and Wes is approached yet again=- Your luck holds out, sir. Next to last round. Two shots. 80 meters.
Mike Ngo: ::watches over the crouds, but can't help form listening in on the rodian::
Krinveedo: Truca: ::Mumbles agian in Jawaese and then growled Krinveedo.::
Wes Janson: -=squeezes doc's hand then goes to the line to shoot=-
Krinveedo: What!? What!?!
Gavin Darklighter :: wonders how Wes has managed to be still in the contest::
Krinveedo: Krel: He says you are just going to get your butt kicked like last time..
Doc Anreson: -=gives wes an encouraging look.=-
Krinveedo: Truca: ::Continues to speak.::
Doc Anreson: -=and soft smile=-
Gavin Darklighter ::hears a What? infront of him,::
Wes Janson: -=lines up and fires=-
DESCRIPTION: -=moves to group talking=- Would you please be quiet while the contestants are shooting.
Krinveedo: HEY! I know at least one of those words were an insult! heh heh heh.
DESCRIPTION: -=BULLSEYE=-
DESCRIPTION: -=Wily rolls up to Amanda and bumps into her leg=-
Doc Anreson: -=cannot contain herself and shoots a hand in the air and spins before clasping her hands before her and shouting in happy=-
Wes Janson: -=smiles and kisses gun ((and dice)) then fires again=-
Doc Anreson: -=blinks and looks down to see her droid=- -=whispers=- what is it, wily?
DESCRIPTION: -=outer ring=-
Krinveedo: Maybe...I should be caling it a day.. Yeah that's a good idea. heh heh heh
Krinveedo: Krel: If...I end up with another pipe broken over my head because you thought it was cute to stalk in my room I am not going to hold back Truca.
Wes Janson: -=growls and spits fire at the Rodian with his eyes=-
Doc Anreson: -=pulls out small matte-black intel-datapad and turns it on, hiding its view in the fullness of her sleeves=-
Krinveedo: Krel: I don't think someone likes you..::He said pointing at the man with the fire in his eyes.::
Krinveedo: Yeah someone needs a hug or some water. Heh heh heh
Doc Anreson: -=frowns slightly as she's told that wily's receiving a week Rogue signal=- Patch it through -=whispers=-
Krinveedo: ::Suddenly begins squirming and his voice falters.::
Doc Anreson: -=whispers=- text only.
Krinveedo: ...I... I..... I..
Krinveedo: Krel: You..there buddy? ::Waves a hand infront of his face.::
Krinveedo: I think..I just wet myself. Heh heh heh
Wes Janson: -=grinds teeth, then storms off to where Doc is standing, still staring meanicingly at the Rodian=-
Doc Anreson: -=doesn't see wes coming=-
Krinveedo: Yup....There goes..the...um..fizz Heh..... Heh.... Heh....
Krinveedo: Krel: Wow something actually scared Krinveedo.
Krinveedo: Tucra: ::mumbles something.::
Wes Janson: -=growls in Doc's ears=- I'm goign to kill that Rodian.....
Krinveedo: Krel: Yeah besides his weekly apointment. - With the social worker.
Gavin Darklighter:: ::he moves toward the back of the crowd::
Doc Anreson: -=jumps and spins around, almost hitting Wes=- -=hisses under breath=- Don't DO that!
Krinveedo: I'l..ll Have you know his.. head... um.. bends well against my pipe. Heh heh heh
Doc Anreson: -=whispers=- Look at this.... -=holds up datapad with what Wily'd told her=-
Wes Janson: -=takes eyes off Rodian to look at the datapad=-
Doc Anreson: *SIGNAL IS WEAK. "Being held by pirates. Send help. Fel."*
Krinveedo: Excuse me a second I just remembered I left the water running, Heh heh heh. ::He gets up and he attempts to run quite far away.::
Gavin Darklighter ::looks around for any sign of Mike::: ::he sees the Rodian move fast::
Krinveedo: ::He succeds and is running quite fast.::
Doc Anreson: -=waits until Wes has read it, then erases the message and disappears the pad=-
Wes Janson: -=sighs=- not good.
Doc Anreson: stating the obvious? -=whispering still, head close to Wes'=- That's not like you. =smirks=-
DESCRIPTION: -=Gavin thinks he sees Mike nearby-=
Krinveedo: ::Once he was out of range he breathes in deeply.::
Gavin Darklighter :: wonders if that was Mike he saw nearby, and heads in that direction::
DESCRIPTION: -=walks up to Wes and clears throat=- Excuse me, sir.
Wes Janson: -=gives doc a look=- i had that last shot. I bulls'eyed the first....
Doc Anreson: -=steps back. =-
Krinveedo: I need some new clothes... Heh heh heh..
Wes Janson: -=turns to look at the man, taking some of the fire from his eyes as to not be rude=- yes
Krinveedo: ::He noticed it was actually fizz stains.:: ::he attempts to search the area for a clothing store.::
Gavin Darklighter ::doesn't see Mike yet...::
DESCRIPTION: Because of the bullseye, you have made it to the final round. We will start in an hour's time.
Wes Janson: -=nods=- Thank you.
Krinveedo: ::He walks in there and gets a simple flight suit and boots, he attempts to barter the price lower.::
Doc Anreson: -=smiles, hoping that'll soothe wes' temper some=-
Krinveedo: ::Which he fails utterly, and has to pay full price.::
DESCRIPTION: -=the clothes cost 50% higher=-
Krinveedo: ::Slams down the last of his credits.::
Mike Ngo: ::looks around::
Krinveedo: SOLD! Heh heh heh
Wes Janson: -=turns to Doc=- Let's go get something to eat, shall we?
Doc Anreson: -=smiles and nods=- I would like that, Milord.
Krinveedo: -= He changes into the new clothes, puts on his mechanic belt and begins walking away.=-
DESCRIPTION: -=Ngo sees Darklighter to his right=-
Wes Janson: -=holds out arm and walks with Doc towards Banford's Tapcafe=-
Mike Ngo: ::waves::
Doc Anreson: -=slides her arm into wes' and follows quietly.=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=Follows Wes and Doc, keeping an eye on them=-
Gavin Darklighter ::he notices a rodian to his left in stragne Mechanic's clothes::
Krinveedo: -=With his hands in his pockets continues walking whisteling.=-
Wes Janson: -=gets a table and pulls out Doc's chair first for her to sit=-
Gavin Darklighter ::he follows the Rodian, a few feet away::
Doc Anreson: -=takes the seat and smiles as she is seated=- I could get used to this.......
Krinveedo: -=Continues to whistle real loudly, his belt shaking with each step.=-
DESCRIPTION: -=a Gungun approaches the table=- Welcome to Bamfurd's. What may I server you?
Gavin Darklighter ::follows ::
Krinveedo: -=Attempts to search the ground for at least a few credits=-
Wes Janson: Two orders of roast cluck, and please hurry, I'm in the competition.
DESCRIPTION: Yousa got it, sir. -=moves away=-
DESCRIPTION: -=Krin sees nothing but trash=-
Doc Anreson: -=waits until gungan is out of earshot=- Do you have a plan?
Krinveedo: -=Picks up a piece of trash paper to see if anything is on it, suctioned fingers examing it.=-
Wes Janson: Besides aiming and pulling a trigger, no.
Mike Ngo: ::follows gavin as he tracks the rodian:: what are you doing??
DESCRIPTION: -=the trash is a receipt from Khreenk's Smithy=-
Doc Anreson: -=sighs and rolls her eyes=- I mean about the message. Looks like, you, Wily and I are the only ones who know.
Krinveedo: Neat Heh heh heh may come in handy.-= He stuffs it into one of the many pockets of his clothes=-
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