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Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

Meanwhile, Rebecca got onto the phone as her brother cleaned up. Well, whatever... it's not like we were taking each other seriously. I'm just a little upset that you rather date Stacy than I. I mean, she is having sex with two guys right now... and you don't seem to care. But you know what, it doesn't even matter. I wasn't even into you. Plus you'd be wasting my time. No, I don't want to give you time to think about it. You're an idiot, and you're missing out on the best girl you'd possibly ever find. So, kindly, fuck you. She hung up her phone and rubbed between her eyes. Asshole...
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

David cleaned up pretty quickly as he redressed and dried himself. Afterwards he combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Slowly walking out and back towards his sister he could tell she wasn't too happy, You ok sis? He asked her softly as he sat down near her.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

She turned around with that smile. A different one, it actually made her look pretty cute, and very feminine. She had somewhat developed arms, but even so, boys would usually go wild for her. Probably because of her long hair, legs and big breasts. Everything's fine. How are you feeling? You swallowed a lot of ocean water. I don't want you to get sick. It was all over her face, something was bugging her.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

David watched her as she never acted this nice towards him. Ok, something is up. What is wrong with you. I almost drowned myself but, I know you well enough to know when something is up sis. David said to her as he crossed his arms. You can tell me what is wrong. I am here for you...No matter how annoying you can get. He said with a smile.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

She sighed, Oh... you're never going to stop being an annoying little boy are you? She lied back on her bed, putting her feet and his lap. Massage please. Make your sister, whom saved your life- feel better by rubbing down her feet.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

David blinked as her feet landed on his lap. With a sigh he did as she said as he began to work on her feet. He might have been frail but, his hands were like as if sent from god. His hands worked quite well on her feet as he went from her ankle slowly to her toes. Is this good sis? David said to her. He continued to work on her feet. So will you please tell me what is up?
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

She closed her eyes and sighed in approval as he began to massage her feet. Damn... that feels really good. Why didn't I have you do this before? She chuckled, occasionally twitching from sensation. I told you that there is nothing wrong. Stop trying to be a little punk about it and let it go. Her heel rubbed against his groin several times, she seemed to not know that she was doing it. It looked like she was relaxing. You should get a job giving these to people. You're pretty good.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

David sighed as she still wouldn't tell him. For the time being he just gave up as he continued to rub her feet. Though everytime her heel would rub his groin he would just move it slightly away as he massaged her feet. Well, I'd have to get a license and stuff for that sis. He said to her softly as most of his attention was on her feet. Is this all you want massaged? He asked before trying to finish up his work.
Thread: Evil, Life-Saving Sister ((Atzura and Mr.Penguin))

She looked up at him. Yeah, why not... consider this an evaluation. Work your way up the thighs. I've been riding my bike a lot lately and it's got me all tensed up. If you touch me anywhere weird, I'll kick your face.
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

He wasn??t entirely sure what had woken him up. Onasi didn??t snore, thankfully came with sleeping in bunkers his whole life. The kid had disappeared with her friends to do whatever it was that fourteen-year-old girls did, and hell if he knew what that was. And Zaalbar? well, he??d never be a creature of stealth, but the fucker was aware. He knew the moment his debtee was awake or simply hadn't done well that night either. All two and a half meters of walking carpet had followed him out he seemed to think space to mull things over was keeping a few feet back. At least the Bek mechanics recognized him didn??t even blink an eye, unlike the Upper City folk who stared and gaped as if they??d never seen a Wookiee before. The young man smiled to himself, sucking down another lungful of the herbal stick he??d found. Not as bad as tabac, but he could hear his last man berating him for the habit, which only showed up when he needed time and space to think. And he needed it. To think, that was. Life was fast and he was used to thinking on his feet, hell, he??d had to run out on several star systems smugglers like him either ran fast, shot fast and thought fast or they died fast. But swoop racing? That was the hobby of stim junkies who twitched too much to shoot. Jalin Noor blew out a thick puff of pungent smoke, eyes the color of a good Dantooine grassland at full summer tracked the curl. He wasn??t a particularly handsome man over all, his face was too angular to be properly attractive, but in motion, he was striking. His smile had a way of captivating a whole room as he cheated them blind, his bad moods were legendary among his last crew for their ability to turn the temperature controlled air of a ship polar-cap cold. Another deep gulp of the stick, severe face still as he looked inwards. Fuck, but this was a bad idea. What Hutt-spawn fool would have him running a bike he??d never even touched? Jal let the smoke exit through his nose, enjoying the burn, letting it take the almost-fear in him with it, letting it cleanse him like the incense of some back water world??s temples. Hell. What an end. Creamed on some Outer Rim's race track. 'Oh, look,' they'd say. 'That's Noor's stain.' He smiled to himself, face coming alive like a desert flower after rain. He'd just have to make it through, wouldn't he? Rescue the dam in distress and get outta there. Hey, Zaalbar. Think they go the accelerator in?
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Iryk Murlan was repairing a damaged generator when the smuggler and the wookiee came in. Iryk had been a mechanic as far back as he could remember. It was even joked that the teen had been born with a hydrospanner in his hand. Like most of the mechanics who worked for the gangs, Iryk had to be able to fix all manner of things, not just swoops and other vehicles. It took a lot of work to keep things running, and they couldn't count on help from the upper city. Iryk had joined the Beks when he was twelve. Even then, he had known being in a gang wasn't the best deal. It was just the best deal available at the time. In the four years since, the teen had kept his eyes open for something to get him out of the gangs and the undercity. He thought Jalin Noor might be just such a chance. A chance to get all the way off of Tarsis. Iryk's sea green eyes followed the smuggler as he walked through the room. There was something captivating about the man, something that drew Iryk's attention and excited him. The mechanic ran a hand through his unruly, red hair as he thought about how best to approach the smuggler. Iryk heard Noor mention the accelerator, and decided that this was his chance. The lean youth made sure his goggles would stay where he had perched them on his head and straightened his jacket. Iryk hoped to make a good impression on the offworlder. He walked over to Jalin Noor, being careful to not seem threatening. Iryk had no desire to be torn apart by a protective wookiee. The accelerator's in, Iryk said with his trademark confidence. It's installed and ready to go. Should give you all the power you'll need. He smiled. Somehow, I think you'd win tomorrow even without it.
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Jal knew the kid was coming before Zaalbar let a low rumble of a warning growl out. Knowing when things were coming was a talent of his that had saved his ass more times than he could count. It even worked half asleep, but the smuggler was good at flying on nothing more than a few hours of shut eye, a sonics shower and caf drinks. Maybe he??d be good at piloting a swoop under the same condition, because it sure didn??t look like he??d be getting sleep any time soon. At least the mechanic sounded sure. Jal glanced up, taking in the boy an orphan, probably, the sort that lived on the streets until someone figured out they were good for something and picked them up. Couldn??t have been much more than fifteen-standard. No wonder he was cocky. Jal took another suck of sweet, heavy smoke, turning his head away to exhale before rubbing the stub out on his sleeve and dropping it in a pocket. ??Looks like I don??t have much choice,? he said cryptically, doing a quick check in his mind for a name. Right. He??d heard it when the main mechanic, an Ithorian, dragged him through earlier. ??Tell me straight, Murlan. This thing isn??t gonna blow between my legs, is it?? Again, not like he had a choice. Jal might have more bounties on his head than he had fingers on his hands, but he was a man of his word, and he had said an oath to keep the Jedi safe. He was pretty sure ??letting her get sold into galactic slavery?? was not anything close to safe besides, a Jedi would be good help in getting off planet. ??Swoop racing looks a little more safe than a blind hyper space jump.? The smuggler was taking in the bike, mind memorizing and storing details like it always did. Like names, who knew when the workings of a swoop bike would be useful? Jal flashed a big, white smile at the kid. ??I guess it??s better than nothing. I??ve been itchy being planetside for too long.?
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Iryk was surprised to hear the smuggler say he didn't have much choice. Having limited choices was something Iryk was too used to. For him, it had often come down to do this, or die. But Jalin Noor was a spacer. Iryk was sure that having all of the galaxy to choose from opened up an endless horizon of possibilities. Before the young mechanic could think about that seeming contradiction very much, the smuggler had asked him a question. A part of the teen wanted to answer that he would be more than happy to blow between Jalin Noor's legs, but he stopped himself. His question needed a better answer than that, especially if Iryk Murlan was going to have any chance of convincing Noor to take him when he left the planet. Every piece of equipment has its limits, Iryk said thoughtfully. That accelerator is a bit touchier than most. Treat it like a lover. Pay attention to how it reacts to your touch, push it to the peak, but not too hard, and you'll make it to the finish line. Iryk hadn't meant for his advice to sound quite so sexual, but he thought the metaphor was fairly accurate. You can call me Iryk, if you like, the mechanic added. Iryk listened to what Jalin Noor had to say about swoop racing and wanting to get off planet. He shook his head and smiled a little. You don't sound like a swoop racer, that's for sure. I guess that just means you're too smart to make a regular job of it. I've never been off planet, but I think I might be almost as anxious to get off this rock as you are. Iryk's mouth felt dry. He hoped he hadn't come on too strong. The smuggler and his friends were Iryk's best and probably only chance to get away from Tarsis. Even if there were other choices, Iryk wanted to go with Jalin Noor. He dared to hope that he might have a chance to get very close to smuggler.
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Jal snorted at the description as he continued to examine the bike mechanics were all the same. If you gave them a vehicle, they managed to make it sound like one hot male, fem, or whatever other sex existed in some alien races. Heh. Maybe that was his problem with vehicles. The lot of them tended to get cranky with him in much the same way his lovers did. Oh, sure, he could bang on them with a hydrospaner like nobody??s business and swear in a way that would make a Mandalorian blush, but he??d much rather deal with something else. People. People he liked. Blasters he liked. Hell, even star ships he liked. But a swoob bike? A speeder? Forget it. And here he was, riding one, with nothing but his own rumpled clothes and maybe a jump suit on top of them. And goggles. Don??t forget those. Jal smirked. Well, then. If he wasn??t such a lucky bastard, he might be nervous. ??Don??t know about ??smart??, kid, I just prefer a different kind of stupid.? Jal glanced over subtly and recognized what he thought was the look of a planet-bound youth taking in a spacer. If this kid had been born with a tool in his hand, Jal had born strapped into a co-pilot??s chair that was even the story his mum told him before he could even walk. So Jal decided to ham it up a bit, because there was nothing the cocky self-employed businessman enjoyed doing more than putting on a good show. ??Gimme three-D and I??m all for it. This skimmin?? the ground thing, this ain??t flyin??. Ain??t even fast. Fast is skipping off a black hole??s gravitational pull to outrun a Republic patrol.? Behind him he heard something like an amused growl from Zaalbar. Wookiees had a good sense of hearing emotional cues and this one must have caught the hint of hyperbole. Obviously they were going to have to have a talk the giant fuzzball couldn??t go around every good story telling time. ??Ever do an emergency fix-it-up job in zero-G? It isn??t fun, I tell you.?
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Iryk listened intently to all the man said. The images of being in space, serving on a ship, black holes and zero G played through the teen's vivid but inexperienced imagination. He thought Jalin Noor might be exaggerating a little, but Iryk didn't care. He was used to the promise being bigger and better than reality. Still, it had to be better than his life working for the beks. I've fixed a little bit of everything, I think, Iryk said with a smile. Engines, generators, servos, droids, 'puters... I've prob'ly fixed all the parts you'd need to build an air speeder or a ship, just not all in one place. I've never done a repair in zero G, but I'm a quick learner. A year back I even helped fix a hyperdrive off a crashed ship, so the boss could trade it for some blasters. The teen tried to not look too hopeful or too desperate. He hoped his voice sounded smooth and unconcerned when he spoke again. Yeah... I'd love a chance to work on a real starship. I think I'd give a lot for the chance.
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Tch. I'm bad at fixing things. It was true. He survived on basic tape and a hell of a lot of prayers to any deity he knew the name of. The whole thing was part of his luck he could fly anything, could figure out a computer program, but fix shit? That was the work of droids as far as he was concerned. As long as it works well enough to get me back to dock. The list was impressive, in any case. He smiled widely at the end and said, Me, too, kid. He hadn't expected to be forced down on some boring Mid-Rim world with Sith breathing down his neck while he engaged in some silly gang war. Wasn't legit duty supposed to be easier? That's what the recruiter told him. Got a few of his bounties canceled, if nothing else. He should have known better damned Republic never gave anything without a problem. No point in having a star ship at the moment. No way to get off this damned rock.
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Iryk hadn't been sure, but he had suspected that the smuggler didn't have a ship. Why else would he stay on Tarsis? A chance to meet on of the monsters that lived in the deep undercity face to face? In fact, Iryk was pretty sure Jalin Noor had been in one of the Republic escape pods that had crashed all over the city a short time back. It was the sort of information the Sith would love to have, but Iryk Murlan wasn't a snitch. Even if he was, and being one hadn't got him killed already, Iryk wouldn't have informed on the offworlder. He was getting to like Jalin Noor... besides, he was pretty good looking. You don't have a ship, Iryk said. Then he smiled slyly. yet . But if anybody can find a ship and get off this Force forsaken rock, why do I think it'll be you? You might need a mechanic then. I'm your man, if you want me. If you need somebody to help keep your bed warm, I'd be happy to help with that too, Iryk thought, though he didn't say it. Between his hope to get off the planet and his hope to get into Noor's pants, the boy was sure the latter was the less likely by a large margin. A guy can dream, though...
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Jal snorted at the word 'man'. Man, huh? This kid couldn't be sexually mature even if he was from some isolated human group. Probably couldn't even grow a beard if he wanted to. Thanks, he said instead, ignoring the urge that seemed to crop up in every thirty-something-year-old talking to someone younger, the one that told him to tell the kid to find a better life than helping some stupid smuggler. Mortality. Man, it did a number. Soon as you started getting aches and pains from the profession, you wanted to tell every babe that he'd best go back to school. I don't got much choice in the matter. I gotta get off this planet even if I have to pull on a suit and throw things behind me. Zaalbar didn't sound too happy about that image, if the low rumble back behind him was any indication. Jal turned his head and flashed a white smile at the Wookiee before turning back to the mechanic. I figure it's first things first, though. So, how many racers die per year? Roughly?
Thread: Sith Lords Make the Best Smugglers

Iryk nodded, and became all business for a moment. For first year rookies, it's about fifty percent, so about ten of them take the last jump a year. As they get experience, that drops off a bit. Prob'ly not more than one or two veterans get vaped a year. In between, maybe another five, so about seventeen a year... If I remember right. Iryk stepped a little closer to the man, looking up to meet his eyes. If you want, I'll give your swoop a look pre race to make sure everything is ten for ten. Some racers cheat, and it's good to keep an eye open for sabotage. -------------------- RP Discontinued --------------------
Thread: THREAD CLOSED DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST

Nearly twenty years ago, the country of Nal discovered a strange breed of people along the forested strips of the magnificent country. The creatures, humanoid as they were, held distinctive features of felines ine their hair, their eyes, ears, backsides and sometimes even their hands and feet. As Nal attempted to send several people to converse and perhaps befriend these cat-people, a bitter, rival nation held an attack against these people, killing and enslaving them in masses. At the end of the short, weak struggle, only a few remained alive if they weren't captured. Such a creature was Akina . A pale, silver haired feline. She was a bit battered, but more scared than anything else. She stood from the rubble, slowly, seeing several others do the same. She turned to hear a woman crying about her dead son, the poor child crushed like a grape. Akina couldn't watch that too long, then she realized. Her daughter was missing. Her daughter was gone.
Thread: THREAD CLOSED DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST

Re Saving Her Daughter Distain and Atzura Stephen had lived on the border between Sul and Nal all his life. He had scene armies from both nations march threw his fields. Had at one time in his life fought for Sul. Several years ago he left the military to restart his families farms. He sat on his front porch and watched Sul's forces on their way to the eventual slaughter of the cat race. Stephen shook his head as they now marched home. A officer came to him asking for permission to stay on his lands. Stephen allowed them to stay on the furthest stretches as far from his house as he could get them. He walked with them to where they would stay. Once the armies had set up he inspected the area. He saw the cages with the cat people in them and he shook his head. He detested this practice of Sul that is why he left their army. He looked over the wounded bodies his heart breaking. When he saw her he nearly burst into tears. She was a baby he was sure that she was not the only child in the caravan but she was the by far the youngest he could see. He turned to the officer he had given permission to. These slaves? Are they for sale? He spoke softly calmly he knew they would be eventually. He also knew what would happen to this poor girl. If she is ill take that one. I don't care what she costs.He looked into the officers eyes as he spoke.Let us go back to your place and discuss a price.
Thread: THREAD CLOSED DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST

Re Saving Her Daughter Distain and Atzura SAKI! SAKI!! Akina's eyes opened wide as she felt as if she was in a nightmare. SAKIIII!!! She screamed loudly, the most important thing in her life was gone. At a young age, Akina would learn how to fight from other nekos. She joined many groups and learned different disciplines. However, when Sul invaded, she could hardly defeat a dozen men before being routed. Akina wasn't a stable person at all. She had dealt with traumas in her past. Her family fell victim to a viscious disease which wiped them out. Cursed, she was the only one with an immune system strong enough to survive it. Six sisters, a mother, a father and a brother, all fell to the damned sickness, but not her. Then during her recooperation, she came to terms with a man. A human even, from Nal. Although she didn't break easily, and at the time this sort of thing was forbidden, the man managed to open her heart, and Akina felt alive once again. After their meaningful, yet short romance, her lover left. He never returned. She searched for him, even in pregnancy, and later learned that he remarried. Cursed, the neko also learned that he was murdered by his wife, after he told her of his affair with a white, silver-haired neko woman. Her daughter was born and she felt alive yet again... and now, Sul has raped, and ripped that apart from her. There was no recovering from this.
Thread: THREAD CLOSED DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST

Re Saving Her Daughter Distain and Atzura Stephen took the man and the sleeping child back to his house. The officer was accompanied by 2 armed men that carried the caged neko. Once back home Stephen haggled as best he could. At first they wanted more money than he could afford. After nearly 3 hours of negotiations he managed to get the price down. It was every last penny he had. He took a deep breath as he handed his life savings to the officer. If anyone comes looking for a stolen child it will not end well for you. The officer nodded. Stephen did not know or care as to if he intended on reporting the sale or not. He just did not want to be bothered. Once the men left Stephen was left with another delema. He was now a single parent, of a neko girl no less. He opened her cage and led carried her carefully up to his room. He was grateful she did not wake up as he laid her into his bed. How would he explain what he had just done. Stephen barred the window so she could not escape whens he woke up. He stood for nearly an hour looking down at the young girl. What am i going to do with you? He had no answer to that question and staying up all night would not help. He pushed a chair against the door and sat down falling asleep in it. He would have to figure out how to explain this when she woke him in the morning.