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The unmarked speeder barely slowed down as it entered to settlement. Its high pitch whine sounded loud against the quiet buildings. As the vehicle skimmed past a larger establishment the passenger door slide open and a bundle roughly the shape and size of a human male flew out. It rolled several times before hitting a lamppost that vainly attempted to give its corner an air of respectability. The bundle pulled its self up as the transport whipped away out around the town wall and as the whining died away the bundled dusted off its jacket and looked around.

The lamp light revealed a human of average age and appearance. His only striking fetchers where a scraggly bead and long hair, both given to him by his resent incarceration. The town, if it could even be called that, was made up of a wall and several buildings surrounding a one pad transport station. The larger building which he had been so unceremoniously dumped was obviously a cantina of sorts, judging by the neon signs and numerous broken down speeder bikes out front. The man had no interest in alcohol right now, which didn’t matter as he had no money anyway.

“Five months in the Dathomir prison and I get dumped here,” he muttered to himself, “at least they where kind enough to let me off in town.” The man let out a groan as he massaged his back which had just recently become intimate with a lamp post. “Thanks for the brakes pal,” he said patting the post of the lamp pole and almost in response the light flickered and died. He shrugged to himself as he pulled the rest of his clothes straight. The clothes where the ones he had been arrested in five months earlier, a simple shirt, dark blue jacket, brown pants and black boots made up his ensemble. They where once the height of fashion but now they where now badly wrinkled with deep crease from their storage.

His clothes and an Imperial ID chip in his pockets made up his only possessions. The chip could be used at the Imperial customs station in the landing pad terminal to regain his ship, parked high in orbit at the space station. He was already planning his next mover after he got back to his ship. He had a lot of contacts to reestablish and not a few bounties to pay off, but after that he could get back to his “shipping” business with pleasure. With nothing else to do and a great desire to get as far away from this planet as possible the man turned his back on the bar and the rude streetlight and headed for the terminal.

It was late but, “The Empire Never Sleeps,” at least that was what the propaganda post stated. The poster was attached to the wall above the head of a sleeping custom agent, his head resting peacefully atop datapads. This scene of utter irony struck the man rather hard and he began laughing. The customs agent snapped upright at the sound and glared at the man. “Can I help you,” the agent said seriously.

The man had to fight to regain his composure and apologized, “I’m sorry it’s just that I’ve only had rats and spiders to talk too for the last five months and none of them weren’t close to being as funny as what I just saw…” The man thought for a minute about what he just said, coming the to conclusion that it made sense he continued, “well except for Rat number 4 but that’s a long story, you see 4 was saying to me, he said…” “Sir,” the agent interrupted, “If you’re looking for the hospital it’s just down the street but I don’t think they help mental cas…” “Oh sorry no I fine,” the man said, “I’ve just been released from the prison and want to get my ship back.” The agent’s face became rigid and emotionless upon hearing the word prison. “Sir there is NO prison on this planet and I would ask you to remember it.” “Oh right sorry I forgot, I was insane in a cave for the last five months,” the man replied with a smug grin mostly covered by his beard. The agent who didn’t know the word sarcasm simply took the offered ID chip from the bearded man and scanned in into his computer. “Very well sir a transport has been dispatched to take you to your ship. I just need voice verification for ID.” The man cleared his throat and spoke clearly into the microphone, “my names Captain Rich Sharpe, pilot extraordinaire.” The agent frowned at the last part and the man simply winked back as he thought to himself, “I’m back baby.”

Hey all I'm back to check out the new changes. I just whipped that up while I'm downloading the update. So fill me in on what's been happening.

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MaxisQuinn wrote:

Very Nice. Welcome back Captain.

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TimSpork wrote:

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MaxisQuinn wrote:

Very Nice. Welcome back Captain.

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Thanks I was kinda sad that no one is still using thier nick names from the great nick nameing binge of July. Atleast no one I saw.

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Keck_is_banned wrote:

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TimSpork wrote:

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MaxisQuinn wrote:

Very Nice. Welcome back Captain.

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Thanks I was kinda sad that no one is still using thier nick names from the great nick nameing binge of July. Atleast no one I saw.

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To be fair, I killed off Keck permanently, and that account got permabanned from the forums, so the nickname doesn't really apply

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TimSpork wrote:

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Keck_is_banned wrote:

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TimSpork wrote:

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MaxisQuinn wrote:

Very Nice. Welcome back Captain.

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Thanks I was kinda sad that no one is still using thier nick names from the great nick nameing binge of July. Atleast no one I saw.

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To be fair, I killed off Keck permanently, and that account got permabanned from the forums, so the nickname doesn't really apply

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Aww I liked Keck "the Neck" myself.

How did you get permabanned? Or do I not want to know.

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Keck_is_banned wrote:

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TimSpork wrote:

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Keck_is_banned wrote:

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TimSpork wrote:

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MaxisQuinn wrote:

Very Nice. Welcome back Captain.

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Thanks I was kinda sad that no one is still using thier nick names from the great nick nameing binge of July. Atleast no one I saw.

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To be fair, I killed off Keck permanently, and that account got permabanned from the forums, so the nickname doesn't really apply

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Aww I liked Keck "the Neck" myself.

How did you get permabanned? Or do I not want to know.

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I probably shouldn't say. It was pretty unique.

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TomoRainer wrote:
He looked at me cockeyed. Couldn't let that stand.

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what was my nickname again?

i totally forgot.