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Yo my life is about three things and three things only
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Rad'qet looked at the girl and an idea drifted into his head.
Give her the amulet
He reached into a deep fold Inside of his robe and withdrew a yellow gem, that was encased in a deep blue metal.
"This amulet will allow you to concentrate and will act as a superconductor for your force sensitivity. At the distance I should be able to channel my energy to you, as your signal will be amplified." Rad'qet held the amulet out to Her before adding "Anyone within a few hundred kilometers who is trying to detect you will detect you. You should be fine as the moon is uninhabited, but if anything goes wrong you will need to surface as quickly as possible."
Rad'qet didn't even look up from the holo-message, it was the fourth time he'd watched it.
"The ruins on the moon... they are... they're submerged. The holocron is within a temple, and the temple is three kilometers under water" Rad'qet said, a visible look of stress appeared on his face for a moment. Yet in one moment it disappeared, and Rad'qet looked up at the girl.

"I don't know if we'll be able to make it that deep, even using the force. I've done the calculations and the water pressure at that depth would be close to 2000kg/4300lbs a square inch." Rad'qet put a hand to his temple and closed his eyes. His breathing flattened out and he waited for a moment.

"The slightest break in concentration at that depth would be deadly. There is no way we can both go. I haven't a clue how we're going to retrieve this damn holocron."
Rad'qet


Rad'qet rose to his feet after he finished his meditation. He felt his mind resharpen and walked towards the door. It felt as though he had honed his mind, as if it were a blade. Everything felt organized. The feeling would fade as he learned more and as he used his powers, but he relished the feeling as the door slid open.

The Long dark robes Rad'qet wore during meditation dragged against the floor, he pulled them off and threw the robe back inside the meditation chamber. He brought his usual robe over to him using the force, and put it on. The cold of the ship cut at his hands and feet until he donned the robe once again. However as soon as he stepped into the mid-section of the ship his hands and feet rejoiced at the warmth. By keeping his meditation room cold it allowed him to slip into his comatose state easier.

Once he had moved into the navigation room and cockpit he realized they were nearing the moon. He played the holo-message from Majies and felt a null sense of annoyance. Rad'qet had come to the system for the artifact, for HIS artifact. His time was not to be spent playing errand boy for Majies. Rad'qet shook his head, the holocron would be useful on its own, and Rad'qet would be the first to study it.

"Izin, when you are ready I need to talk to you." Rad'qet said, he had no idea if she was awake or not. He sat in the Pilot seat looking over the navigation maps and watching Majies' holo-message once again. Majies could probably kill Rad'qet if they were forced to duel, but Rad'qet knew that would never happen.

Siliscus

Duke Siliscus' looked over the report that the voyaging ship had sent before he lost contact with it. One planet in particular, Mazitec, interested Siliscus. The amount of possible toxins and drugs that could be extracted from the flora along with possible poisonous fauna made Siliscus drool a little. Of course this was all hypothetical, no one had been on the surface of Mazitec yet. For all they knew the atmosphere was full of chemicals that would kill a man in an instant. But that also made Siliscus drool a little.

The Copperhead stopped at the last possible hub Planet before they made their hyperspace jump. He found the merchant of a familiar black market organization and dropped off most of the stolen goods. He bought food and fuel for the journey, along with a few trinkets and a porno holotape. The rest of the credits were wired to "The Grey Boar" shipping Co.

Siliscus thought about leaving the Jawa Boy, Crusty, on the surface, but decided that it would be an injustice to the poor people who inhabited the trade port. Still, the boy should be glad Siliscus didn't beat him to death for exploding the cargo ship. That was, until, Siliscus realized no one would know that it was he who raided the ship. All records had been wiped by the Tech-head before leaving, and all the witnesses and been sent to deep space. It was good that they probably wouldn't be tracked, he didn't want anyone knowing about his soon to be gold mine.
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Im so jealous of @purple Jackal since i cant make my characters talk and just converse because they will never be friends.
Where are those from?

And I think that last one was a dog.


That's why I said "Kind of like a cat" on the hider :p, also look on top of the cannon for a cat.

They seem to be from the 1940s, but I remember seeing one from the late 1800s or early 1900s with a crew of old sailors and their cat. I doubt they do this anymore as they can just use much more effective pesticides, but I'd probably fit in with this RP.
Yeah we're onto you Jackal Man







of course these are normal boats, but many navies have cats on board to eat mice and rats to prevent them from getting into the food and water stores.
brutal campaign that involved Hyper-Zealous Sith charging into battle lines and slaughtering NCO's and other Officers. It is for this reason that Ibram only trusts heavy blaster pistols when it comes to side arms, for if he had used a regular blaster pistol he'd be a red stain on some alien world at this point.


Sounds like what the Moros did in the Philippines during the Span. American War
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