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Johnny awaited orders from the Pirate Queen as she started to spill off about the speech, the broadcast and everything in between. Of course he'd do his job but there wasn't really any legal means that could take off her broadcasting - duh. Anyone who was going to try and take the broadcast offline was bound to be a hacker but they had a OG Hackerwoman with them. He opened his pubmail to see what was the speech the pirate queen had sent to him, he opened it to see it was only a big heart sent to him. Some speech it was, in any case she was going to wing it or - just speak from her heart!? What could be more dangerous?

Who knew but the woman had a way with words, when she looked over at him he almost felt her devilish presence grace his body as he looked over the show. It was a mess but the queen excelled in chaos, in any case Johnny made himself busy as he pretended to do lawyer things while the PQ took over the show with her charm. He sends out a few messages on his KillPhone (not related to killing itself) as she did her thing occasionally shooting a glance towards the tower of a guard holding the flag and looking menacing with the Jolly Roger. Once the show was over and the PQ rolled away with her chair and weird exit, Johnny let out a sigh of relief nothing bad had happened yet.

He took out a Devil's Nail (a name of a cool ass cigarette) and lit it up in the room with his shitty Zip-po-po-POW lighter (Scrapteam style). He exhaled a few red puffs of smoke as his mind turned to Lott and her mischievous and evil plots that were perhaps forming in his mind in that big brain of hers. Could she be trusted, that smile for sure could be - damn. Moments back in reality he saw he already burned through the damn thing he flicked the filter to the ground as he looked over to the No-Touchy Hackerwoman, smoke exhaling from his nostrils. "Find anything?" He said somewhat interested. . .?

If no one comes then no one comes v.v

Discord is expired 😔

A small team of imperial soldiers face the brutal reality of the fall of Endor.

D A Y S   O F   R U I N

P R E M I S E
	Was it worth it?

Signing up to die on some godforsaken planet with no only little fuzzy monsters coming to kill you - oh and a pissed of rebellion too. Did you hear about Alderaan right? Well, this is revenge for that you could say. I coulden't believe my eyes, it blew up and shook the planet and put me in another reality. I was on the wrong side of history all along, I coulden't take it back not after all I had to done I needed to escape this god damned planet. The fleet was leaving, and not everyone was going to make it.

	I don't know if I'll make it.

The outpost was secure, one of the more secluded ones that the rebellion wasn't too focused on getting - I mean it was on their radar and they will come soon. The are clearing the planet of hold outs, one by one taking out bunker by bunker. Yet there's something that keeps me tethered to this old chain that is the empire, I hate to say it while I want to flee and run away into a life of hiding I simply cannot. There is intelligence here that would benefit our comrades, save their lives in the new fleeting age of tomorrow.

We have to get it to them, hope is a fickle thing I never believed in - but hope is the only thing that will save the Empire now.

T H E  G I S T
 Hello and welcome to Days of Ruin, an epic star wars RP where you play as a group of sad little impies stuck on Endor once the death star get's kaboomed. Will you escape to the fleet and get off Endor or succumb to the rebellion and the evil Ewoks? Not everything is as it seems here, and what is this war-shifting intelligence do you possess that will simply change the course of the now-favored rebellion victory? Intrigue, awesome pew pew laser scenes, player choice and more in this star wars romp.

Johnny had been accompanying the Pirate Queen and fellow P-Lackey 'Kay' up to the suite where all the big wigs were. The sight of augments on some of the people simply had his stomach turning, he forgot he was the only puritan in the room. He could feel his future children running around in a VR park, cyber psychosis free-living long healthy and natural lives. A 'Tannhauser Gate' cigarette hanged in his mouth as he lit it with a sad-looking zippo, entering the fray of political minds, deception and bloodthirsty killers. The PMCs showing up in mass and force were not to be expected, while the uneducated will think they are there for protection there are more roles a merc can play that doesn't show up on the media-screens. He knew first hand.

While everyone was so interesting, all these quirky power Mongols vying for one city he coulden't help but lay his eyes on Lott who was caught up in the middle of it all. After exhaling from a long drag he keyed back into the real, Lott speaking about the PMCs in her customer service, PR rep brain-fuck jamble. "They aren't here for just protection." He said ashing a bit of the Gate from the end of the tobacco stick, the ash hit the floor disintegrating - a sign of what's to come. "There are ulterior motives, obviously my dearest Ramona your average sheeple wouldn't see it. Thankfully us P's aren't your traditional submissive wage-slave."

He removed a small holocaller and entered a contact, a young woman's face appeared as it shot up in it's 3D glory in front of him as it exploded from the small holocaller. "Hi Johnny, what can I do for you?" The young woman chirped, obviously one of Lovecraft's legal lackeys. "I need you to dig up manifests, reports and everything you can on our esteemed PMCs in town. Go file an access to information request at the old townhall courthouse." The woman looked away from the holocaller, maybe she was taking notes? "Gotcha!" She said before she killed the called.

"My gravediggers are now in the process of digesting as much information as they can legally, yes - legally obtain regarding these groups. While we appreciate your modesty Ramona, sometimes you need a third-party contractor to look at it for you. If we feel like it, maybe we'll let the city know what these mercs are really employed for. I just hope our hand isn't forced." By this time the Tannhauser Gate had been smoked, killed! He flicked the butt out of his fingers as he began to follow the Pirate Queen - after her saucy little exit.

(Gravedigger - Legal lackey, a junior lawyer sometimes - usually does shitty legal work for their overlords like Johnny. In this case, filing request for files and diseminating everything they can. Gravedigger derives from this occupation is so dangerous or laborious whichever you want to believe, it just fucking kills you. )

Following her to the elevator, he began to process the sear amount of information and jumble spewed in that exchange. His reptile brain struggled, however, he prided that he would never be cyber-sick so let his damn brain work. He hit his head a few times with a couple small palm strikes. He felt like he was in a sense of danger, something happened - maybe back in the room? It was too late they were at the suite, Johnny's hands gripped onto something cold - steel? A handgun grip that was sleeping under his suit, maybe he wouldn't have to pull it out after all.

yo we still here but we movin slow like MAPLE SYRUP

exams be comin so ima take it slow then go BAM BAM BAM

so dont leave uwu

(jk i have u all in ym discord muahahah)

K i guess it was a short term rp unless u people come back i will put this on hiatu

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