Smuggler Archive

::Bursts in though the window spraying glass all over the place, whilst puffing a shadowpaw blunt. He lands awkwardly twisting his ankle, sumbles to the back and throws himslef into an overstuffed couch.::

"Hey everyone!". he yells in a slightly drunken slur. "Don't mind me I just need to use the john!" :asses out from loss of blood::

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InquisitorQoe wrote:
::Bursts in though the window spraying glass all over the place, whilst puffing a shadowpaw blunt. He lands awkwardly twisting his ankle, sumbles to the back and throws himslef into an overstuffed couch.::
"Hey everyone!". he yells in a slightly drunken slur. "Don't mind me I just need to use the john!" :asses out from loss of blood::

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Hey! Didn't I see you in "Animal House"??

::Now fully awake and with a slight hangover, Qoe grins and nods at Wayne::

"How flattering, yet tobe anything near to what D-Day was, would be nerfed almost as soon as it winked into exsistence"

::Twirls his long black trenchcoat and heads for the'fresher ::

"Oh yes!", Qoe crys as he tosses two heaviy modified Republic Blasters towards the doorman. "Do keep those safe, they were a gift from my grandmother..."

/tip doorman 2000 crds.

There aint no 'fresher here buddy. Either bring your own in or get them from me... and who says theres a doorman? From teh looks of it he is running away with grandma's gift! Lol

Lol, my bad, thought 'fresher was like a place you get drinks. Lol, I was thinking like a Star Trek thingy. Lol. Sits back and drinks some Talusian water...

So after making yet another amazing strategic Sabaac play and taking the rest fo Way'ev-da's credits Ecad looks over his cards to the far corner of the "Smugglers Den" and notices a poorly dressed young fella standing very, very still. "Novice" Ecad mutters to himself. The young fella just stands there stairing blankly out into space making only occassional jerking movements with his upper body. " Hmmm, he is either doped up or....." Ecad gets up from his seat at the sabacc table, hands Way'ev-da the bowl of pretzels he has been "protecting" and proceeds to walk over to the young novice. "Son what the heck are you doing in here? You know the novices are suppose to be outside practicing blowing up droids." "I am practicing smuggling sir." was the young novice's reply. "Smuggling?" Ecadasked "Why you're just standing there like some kind of NPC or somethin.... oh....I see.......ok well good job son. Keep up the good work."

*falls out window from drunkeness* *wobbles in front door*

Hey guys did you knowthe novicesare trying to sell their Shadowpaw to passing krayts out there?

*receves a message on his comlink* No I will not travel 2 planets away to slice your gun for 100 per %!!! *tosses his comlink in the air and atempts to blast it with his modifyed DL44. Misses it with all 5 shots, but manages to hit the novice who is practicing smuggling withseverialshots* sorry about that I hope you cloaned.

Qoe gets up slowly, lighting another Shadowpaw Cigar. Clenching it firmly between his teeth, he strides towards the door.
"Later folks, I'll be back when things start get interesting. Catch you later core-dwellers.."
Grabbing the last of the pretzels in an angry fist only to flinging them at a nearby droid, he yells, "Clean that up!"
Stalking out of the door, he trips over an incapped n00b...then continues on his way.

come on guys tell some stories bring our den back

lmao great story qoe.

ryutek and dark_paradox you guys should keep going with the story about Lin'Vaxx and the smuggler (i forget his name)

i read that whole thread lol

Alright, here's a story...

Uhhh...I don't face any idiots out in the work place, perhaps on Radiant there just aren't many people that do not know how the
slicing system work. Anyways..(whispering wind)

Once upon a time, there lived a small time crook named Trez, Trez Quiibo. And every day Trez would walk out to the
space-port that he lived near looking for folks that needed slight "modifications" done to their "hunting" weapons. But he didn't have
to worry about getting in trouble with "the man" cause "the man" didn't exist, and he didn't have to worry about sitting in front of
the Imperial recruitment office, getting stoned off his arse. Cause that was ok, everyone did it. Plus he only got stoned during slow
periods, like when he had nothing to do, which was most of the time he was around. You see, Trez had this problem, not like many other
people he knew. Trez was "special".

Tailors made clothes. Bounty hunter's, well they killed people for money. Artisans, Architects, Weapon and Armor smiths, they all made their things. And the Creature Handlers kept the local beasts in check with their special skills. Plenty of other people had things that they did, and this made the world go round and Trez understood this. They all did what they did, and Trez did what he did.

But see, unlike everyone else, poor Trez found out late in life that what he did was really not what his name would suggest. Trez decided, after much deliberation, that the life of crime was his lot in life. So he became what most people would refer to as a "smuggler", but he never smuggled anything. In fact he had never done an illegal thing in his life at all, drug dealing and making already deadly weapons even more deadly by enhancing them beyond government restrictions, was common place in this galaxy. So, Trez went about doing this as a means of survival, wheeling and dealing as he pleased, with not so much as a fine from anyone...he lived unfulfilled 'til he was gunned down one day in an alley by a buffed novice medic, he died with a shocked look on his face. He died this way 'cause after all those years of practicing with his pistol he never really got any better at it, nor did he have many fancy moves that other people had, and those that he had were stripped from him by DEV...so he died there. May we all mourn his loss...
THE END