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Star Wars: Dark Secrets of the Empire

Lucar

"Sulik, Delro and I have done good business for decades. One more borrowed speeder isn't going to screw that up. Hell, this isn't even the first I've had to steal from him this month."

Lucar began prepping the speeder for takeoff. Unfortunately, he was met with the sound of grinding gears.

"Besides, I'm not doing time in a Republic prison. They'd take my fingerprints and find me out. They'd send me back to Naboo."

Leaning over the divider, Lucar reached into a compartment and retrieved the owner's manual. Leaning over in the driver's seat, he thumbed through it in a panic. Something was obviously upsetting him.

"I can't go back to Naboo, Sulik. The Gungans will kill me after the incident."

Sighing in frustration, Lucar tossed the owner's manual over his shoulder.

"Frell it, I'm not chancing Naboo."

With that, he slammed his fist into the dash... as the speeder's repulsorlifts flared to life. He gunned the accelerator, shifting the gear... and finding himself unable to slow down.

A few seconds later, the antique dealer and Trandoshan were crashing into a stand selling some sort of citrus fruit across the street. Lucar coughed as the dust cleared, waving a hand in front of his face to clear the air. He shook his fist at the crashed speeder.

"Who the hell still drives stick?!"

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The driver's side door swung open, Delro's chauffeur booted out and landing with a loud "plop" on the sidewalk. Lucar slammed the door back, rolling down the passenger's side window. This wasn't the first time a rival gang or government official came upon one of his deals with Delro... And, hopefully, it wouldn't be the last. Lucar began fiddling with the comms on the driver's side.

"Get in, Sulik, we're not waiting around for the Republic agents show up."

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Fine by me man.

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Delro the Hutt was remarkably thin for his species. That is to say, he was incredibly large, but was still able to fit into a luxury speeder with little modification. Which was a good thing, considering that Lucar didn't like the idea of being smashed up against Hutt girth and a wall. He took the cigar offered by the red servant droid standing beside the Hutt, lighting it up.

"Now, you must understand, Delro. This cabinet is made of genuine rainbow wood- native to Alderaan. The value of such a fine cabinet has skyrocketed over the past twenty years..."

The Hutt garbled on. {"I'm aware, Lucar. But I need this cabinet NOW."}

"Yes, Delro, and that's what concerns me. That's an awfully large transaction to be making out of the blue."

{"My wife's mother is coming from Nal Hutta to stay with us for a few days. You KNOW what she's like."}

"Oh, Dekra. That explains it. Well, as this IS a very unusual item- one of the last surviving pieces of rainbow wood furniture, you understand- I'm afraid I can't accept less than, say... Nine thousand credits? Plus shipping, of course."

The Hutt shook his head. {"Lucar, I know as well as you do that cabinet's overpriced. Six thousand."}

"Six thousand? Delro, I'm not selling you a prom dress here. This is made of rainbow wood, for goodness sake. But for you, I can do, say... eighty-two fifty?"

{"Yeah, the rainbow wood's why I want the damn thing. Seven Thousand."}

"Seventy-five hundred, but I want it up front."

The speeder came to a stop as the Hutt glared at Lucar. Seeing the warehouse out the window, Lucar began to assume this was a shakedown, reachign down into his pockets for his weapons... shortly before Delro laughed and nodded.

{"You always drove a hard bargain, Lucar. Seventy-five hundred it is."} The Hutt made his way to the ramp. {"You'll get your money as soon as this meeting's over. For now, just stay put."}

Leaving Lucar in the speeder, parked in an alley next to a warehouse, Delro slithered in.

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• Name: Lucar Feratu
• Age: 45
• Gender: Male
• Race: Near-Human
• Appearance: Lucar loves him some old-fashioned clothes.
• Personality: Lucar is a quiet, unassuming type. He's an upstanding citizen (or what passes for one on Nar Shaddaa), eager to cater to the antique needs of collectors human, alien, or in-between. He lives above his antique shop on the mid-levels of the planet, forcing the crooks from the upper city to come to him for his unique wares. He prides himself on his extensive familiarity with the galaxy's history, both ancient and recent. The thing is, when it comes to his collection, he has a hair-trigger temper.
• Profession: Antiques Merchant
• Skills: Extremely skilled with archaic weapons. Able to identify and wax on about artifacts from seemingly any point of galactic history- as far back as the Jedi Civil War.
• Abilities: Nothing too out of the ordinary- he's just a guy in VERY good shape.
• Equipment: Back in his shop, he has numerous ancient weapons, a few suits of armor, and lots and lots of furniture.
• Brief Backstory:

As long as anyone can remember, Lucar's family has run an antique shop on the mid-levels of Nar Shaddaa. Though his main source of income is the (mostly) legitimate trade of ancient artifacts, buyers are hard to come by- particularly for some of his more "esoteric" items. One day, however, a bounty hunter came in to purchase a vibroblade- an ancient relic from a Jedi-Sith confrontation on Taris millennia ago. Operating a shop on Nar Shaddaa, Lucar had learned not to ask questions of clients and provided the vibroblade, along with a replica energy cell. A few days later, the hunter returned, having damaged the blade through improper use in a firefight. Given how old the model was, he'd been unable to find a mechanic to repair it, so back to Lucar it came. And, after a reasonable price was negotiated, Lucar managed to repair the weapon. Well, word spread of his wares. Bounty hunters came in looking for ancient armors. They came looking for weapons, for armor, and the necessary repairs. Lucar's side business was born- as a one-of-a-kind arms dealer.

These days, Lucar's clientele runs the spectrum from senators seeking something to tie the room together, to bounty hunters, to Hutt crime lords. Every customer's welcome in his store, so long as they follow four rules which even the surliest bounty hunters have come to respect: NEVER fuck with the collection. Don't insult it. Don't steal anything. And never, EVER try to get into the back room unsupervised.

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• Name: Lucar Feratu
• Age: 45
• Gender: Male
• Race: Near-Human
• Appearance: Lucar loves him some old-fashioned clothes.
• Personality: Lucar is a quiet, unassuming type. He's an upstanding citizen (or what passes for one on Nar Shaddaa), eager to cater to the antique needs of collectors human, alien, or in-between. He lives above his antique shop on the mid-levels of the planet, forcing the crooks from the upper city to come to him for his unique wares. He prides himself on his extensive familiarity with the galaxy's history, both ancient and recent. The thing is, when it comes to his collection, he has a hair-trigger temper.
• Profession: Antiques Merchant
• Skills: Extremely skilled with archaic weapons. Able to identify and wax on about artifacts from seemingly any point of galactic history- as far back as the Jedi Civil War.
• Abilities: Nothing too out of the ordinary- he's just a guy in VERY good shape.
• Equipment: Back in his shop, he has numerous ancient weapons, a few suits of armor, and lots and lots of furniture.
• Brief Backstory:

As long as anyone can remember, Lucar's family has run an antique shop on the mid-levels of Nar Shaddaa. Though his main source of income is the (mostly) legitimate trade of ancient artifacts, buyers are hard to come by- particularly for some of his more "esoteric" items. One day, however, a bounty hunter came in to purchase a vibroblade- an ancient relic from a Jedi-Sith confrontation on Taris millennia ago. Operating a shop on Nar Shaddaa, Lucar had learned not to ask questions of clients and provided the vibroblade, along with a replica energy cell. A few days later, the hunter returned, having damaged the blade through improper use in a firefight. Given how old the model was, he'd been unable to find a mechanic to repair it, so back to Lucar it came. And, after a reasonable price was negotiated, Lucar managed to repair the weapon. Well, word spread of his wares. Bounty hunters came in looking for ancient armors. They came looking for weapons, for armor, and the necessary repairs. Lucar's side business was born- as a one-of-a-kind arms dealer.

These days, Lucar's clientele runs the spectrum from senators seeking something to tie the room together, to bounty hunters, to Hutt crime lords. Every customer's welcome in his store, so long as they follow four rules which even the surliest bounty hunters have come to respect: NEVER fuck with the collection. Don't insult it. Don't steal anything. And never, EVER try to get into the back room unsupervised.

Medabots: Revolution

It's only been two days. I'm pretty sure we're all still here.

Medabots: Revolution

Name: Sanchez
Type: VAC
Medal Type: Rabbit
Basic Personality: Angry, depressed, existential crisis, Working Man.

Parts:

Head: Benefit- Equipped with cameras originally intended to lock on to stains and dirt, this functions as a Scan part in Robattles, locking on to oil and dirt in the internal mechanics of other Medabots.
Left Arm: Inhaler- The most powerful industrial-grade vacuum commercially available, this arm is capable of massive amounts of suction- able to redirect the flight path of bullets and strip the dirt off a gymnasium floor with equal ease. Also comes with a reverse function.
Right Arm: Filter- the be-all end-all of cleaning products, this is a gravity part intended for the most stubborn of stains and trash disposal. Black holes and telekinesis abound.
Hydraulic Hose- From a Fire Organ, this hose is meant for washing down surfaces- and on higher settings, stripping paint.
Legs: DrawOut: Modeled after an old-fashioned rolling vacuum's chamber, these legs are intended for maximum stability, with speed as a secondary concern. To Sanchez's endless frustration, he is unable to climb stairs while using these.
Grave: From a Noctobat, these are the cheapest, most basic flying legs available- perfect for a Medabot with a Janitor's salary. The fact that they come with hands is an added bonus.

Appearance: "I swear, if you little twerps are messing up my clean floors again I'm going to blow a gasket!"
History: One of many independent Medabots who are productive members of society- such as those who staff theme parks, work as tour guides, etc. Sanchez works as a janitor at a local elementary school. He gets a full salary, as well as lengthy breaks... which he uses to Robattle with the Medabots children bring to school. The kids aren't supposed to have Medabots about during classes, in order to help them focus on their work. He's going through an existential crisis: despite being a janitor, he's kitted out more like a WMD. Someone built a janitor, slapped an implosion gun and tornado generator on it, put it in a world of battling robots, and expected it to go about its duties. To vent his frustrations, he trashes the children's medabots between classes... but the diehard Robattling kids love him for being such a powerful opponent to hone themselves against.

Medabots: Revolution

Name: Sanchez
Type: VAC
Medal Type: Rabbit
Basic Personality: Angry, depressed, existential crisis, Working Man.

Parts:

Head: Benefit- Equipped with cameras originally intended to lock on to stains and dirt, this functions as a Scan part in Robattles, locking on to oil and dirt in the internal mechanics of other Medabots.
Left Arm: Inhaler- The most powerful industrial-grade vacuum commercially available, this arm is capable of massive amounts of suction- able to redirect the flight path of bullets and strip the dirt off a gymnasium floor with equal ease. Also comes with a reverse function.
Right Arm: Filter- the be-all end-all of cleaning products, this is a gravity part intended for the most stubborn of stains and trash disposal. Black holes and telekinesis abound.
Hydraulic Hose- From a Fire Organ, this hose is meant for washing down surfaces- and on higher settings, stripping paint.
Legs: DrawOut: Modeled after an old-fashioned rolling vacuum's chamber, these legs are intended for maximum stability, with speed as a secondary concern. To Sanchez's endless frustration, he is unable to climb stairs while using these.
Grave: From a Noctobat, these are the cheapest, most basic flying legs available- perfect for a Medabot with a Janitor's salary. The fact that they come with hands is an added bonus.

Appearance: "I swear, if you little twerps are messing up my clean floors again I'm going to blow a gasket!"
History: One of many independent Medabots who are productive members of society- such as those who staff theme parks, work as tour guides, etc. Sanchez works as a janitor at a local elementary school. He gets a full salary, as well as lengthy breaks... which he uses to Robattle with the Medabots children bring to school. The kids aren't supposed to have Medabots about during classes, in order to help them focus on their work. He's going through an existential crisis: despite being a janitor, he's kitted out more like a WMD. Someone built a janitor, slapped an implosion gun and tornado generator on it, put it in a world of battling robots, and expected it to go about its duties. To vent his frustrations, he trashes the children's medabots between classes... but the diehard Robattling kids love him for being such a powerful opponent to hone themselves against.

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Due to personal reasons, as well as some of the policies and puppeteering, I must also withdraw.