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Hey y'all, this thread is bottoming a bit, so I'm going to top it with a post! I'm also going to jump ahead in the plot a little more, so that more charries can meet each other and become interconnected. Without further ado, a post by Aurel Kiowatha.

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I rise smoothly to my feet from years of practice, making certain to keep my head bowed and eyes averted from my lord. "Yes, Lord Vader," I say in a silky tone. "I will scout the Outer Rim for rebel bases and spread the good word of the Empire."

"Go, my prodigy," Vader says, his mask turning his words into sinister vowels. "Do not fail me."

I bow, letting my lithe body fall into the familiar rhythm, and allow myself a small bit of pride. "When have I ever?" I say, then respectfully turn and leave Vader's chamber.

When I enter the antechamber, I summon a stormtrooper with a jerk of my finger. "Get me Cressida Maxlan, the Agent," I order, and the stormtrooper scrambles to obey. Then I lean against the wall of the antechamber, pulling a knife out of my boot and using it to clean my already-spotless fingernails. The other stormtroopers exchange glances. So they've heard of me. Good. I want news of me to reach far and wide, to reach those filthy rebels, cowering in their holes. I want them to know the name of Aurel Kiowatha! I bare my slightly sharp teeth in a smile just as Cressida sweeps into the room. She radiates cold and efficiency, but I know how terrified she is of Vader. I can smell it on her, the rank stench of fear. To any normal human she would seem composed-- but I'm not normal. Oh, far from it. I'm a weapon. 

Cressida swallows as she stops before me, her fear growing slightly stronger. I let her wait for a moment, let her sweat as she watches me fiddle with the knife, before I plunge it back into my boot. She relaxes a little, but she's still frightened. Ah. Of course. Vader. That was the main reason I'm still standing in my lord's antechamber instead of somewhere more comfortable. By making Cressida come to me, in a place she's clearly not comfortable in, I'm reasserting my dominance. It will be important for her to obey me in the coming weeks, and I push myself up off the wall with one strong shoulder and beckon for her to walk with me.

"Vader has given me an assignment," I start, my voice smooth and confident, much like a leopard's purr. "I have chosen you to assist me. You have an excellent service record, even if your methods are sometimes... unconventional. Your mission, should you choose to accept it-- and I would, if I were you-- is to accompany me to the Outer Rim. We will eliminate threats to the Empire's reign and spread word of the Empire's good deeds to those planets who have not yet heard it."

Cressida nods, her sandy golden hair falling into her eyes before she pushes it back. "And if they don't want to hear?" she asks me.

I smile grimly. "We'll make them."

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~Starseeker 

Could I join? Unless of course you're too far into it. but I thought I'd ask.

I'll post soon!(Especially since my character, Cressida, is being used a lot right now...*looking at Starseeker and Pink Panther*).  No but it is fine, sorry for not posting for a long time.  I like the way it is going. A secret mission from Darth Vader? Very interesting....

Cool! Thanks Y’all! 

Name: Consus Freedome

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Mostly human, but part of a unknown species

Appearance: The darkest shade of black hair, distinct facial fetures, sharp silver eyes, some stubble on his face, 6’1”, wears a very expensive whitish tan leather jacket, a dark grey shirt underneath and has a confident look to him and an air of arrogance

Personality: Light on his feet, quick thinker, can be quite arrogant, loves a challenge, a confident speaker, has an AMAZING poker face and is very talented at acting. He is quite expressive. He isn’t hardly afraid of anything, and is quite powerful, because of his money. A risk taker. He can come across as quite jolly and laid back, but he never lets his guard down.

Occupation: He was a gambler, but now just lives a easy cushioned life

Other: He’s a very well known gambler, and has many, many helpful connections

Anywho, I’m thinking that he could somehow meet the jedi kids... gtg now but I will post as soon as I can.

Consus~

I make my way through the bustling streets, quickly passing by a few familiar faces. As you know, I don’t have the best track record in the world, and I’m not proud of it. Ducking down shady allyways to get away from some gambling thugs, let’s just say... not my favorite way to spend my Saturdays. I stride up to a group of Stormtroopers, holding hostage a you Togruta girl. I clear my throat. Quickly the lead trooper asks me bluntly what I want. I chuckle to myself. Troopers are always so blunt! 

“Well, I was justtt coming over to tell you what a mistttake you made, ssssir...” I laid it heavy on the stutter, and made to act like a street rouge, which I’m quite good at if I do say so myself. “This girl was justtt  comin round the corner. Probably ttto see what the fuss was bout, just like me, when those blasted Jedi shottt a hole frough each trooperss headdd!”

The lead trooper took me by the collar, and slammed be against a nearby wall. He held it with a deathly grip and whispered into my ear

“I hope this helps you,” he spat the word, “scum. I don’t like making deals with your type.” He paused threateningly, “But, the amount we agreed is nice.” me, and called to the rest of his group to realest the girl. They soon swankered away leavening me and the girl. I have a lot of connections, and that trooper just happens to be one of them. He’s a nasty sort, very agressive, hense the slamming against the wall. But at least he didn’t sever an hand off an all.

“What’s your name, girl,” I grunted to the Togruta after I had dusted myself off. 

She looked at my warily, but didn’t reply.

“I’m going to be completely honest, I already know your name. And who you are, what you do and where you live. And,” I looked at her expression obviously creeped out, “And I need your help.” 

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So basically, Consus needs Asharas help to find the Jedi kids, and he figures Ashara could build a ship or tracking thing or whatever, and he wants to help the Jedis in some way, so that they can bring down the Empire.. Aw shoot I gotta go now again.

ps the last part was totally rushed sorry !! 

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Ashara ~ "What's your name, girl?" the human grunts. He's a little taller then me, with silver eyes and dark black hair. 

I look at him warily. What makes him think I'm going to tell him anything? He did save me, but it's most likly going to make things worse for me if the 'troopers don't catch the miscrents and have no one else to show for the crime. 

"I'm going to be compleatly honest," He says with a half grin. "I already know your name. And who you are, and what you do and where you live."

I glare at him, half afraid, half intrigued. Has he been spying on me? Why? What does he want me for?"

"And I need your help."

I almost don't hear the last part, I'm so busy trying to figure out how to escape from him with my droid parts. He repeats it before I hear him. "I need your help."

"With what?" I ask, keeping my voice as guarded as possible. I don't like his type, never have. They're to tricky and  hard to read and you never know their intentions until they compleatly rob you or kidnapp and sell you. 

"With a ship, or a tracker or somthing. I've got some people that I need to find." 

"I don't build ships, much to complecatd. I can build trackers though, some of the best in the city. It'd be expensive though and I don't have enough money to purches the parts, let alone get them through the Imperial blockade." I try to stall, moving backwards towards my box off droid parts. "I could build anything if you supplied the parts. Who are you tracking? Do you have anyidea where they last were?" I realize a second to late that I shouldn't have said that. People have vanished for asking even fewer questions then that. His sort, from my experince, don't like people poking into their buisness.