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SatineCapashen
Jan 25th, 2008, 06:27:14 PM
Satine Capashen walks across one of the sky-bridges on Nar Shadda, his eyes continually alert. It has been a long time since he had been back in known space. Things had changed. Many things. Bringing a hand into his jacket, he made sure his lightsabre was still there, and nods in satisfaction. Seeing a bar, he steps into it, walking right up to the bar.

"Ale," he says getting the bartender's attention. "And if you got it, can I see a newspad?"

The man nods, stepping away for a few moments, and returns with a large glass of ale and the requested datapad. Tossing a few credit chits to the bar, Satine nods in thanks and takes both items with him to a table in the back corner. Settling down, he takes a sip of his drink and sighs in satisfaction. There had been some things he'd missed. Powering on the datapad, he brings up the new news stories for the day, leaning back and beginning to read.

HK-48
Jan 25th, 2008, 08:12:36 PM
"Uneeded Explanation: The power cable seems to have been severed. Only if I can find the source..."

HK-48 walked away from the cable to a plug-in to this sector's Starship Bay Control Pylon 3. His circuits were hot and his green armor plating was cooling them down. Then, HK noticed something about the power cable. There were trace amounts of... ....Cortosis...

But a person was already behind him. The person had a wrist cutlass made of Cortosis, or it was a droid with digging claws. The HK Model had been stunned by it and was dragged to the nearest shutta's junk shop near a cantina. Suprisingly, there was a restraining bolt fit for him. HK was left with the bolt and stayed there for days, but maybe, someone now would take him...

SatineCapashen
Jan 26th, 2008, 01:22:27 PM
His ale was warm, and the datapad held only official reports. Nothing here was interesting him anymore. There had been four scuffles in the bar, and a fifth looked like it was about to brew--this time with close to the entire bar looking ready to participate. He should leave. No good for him to use his abilities and get caught now, would it?

Standing up, and straightening his jacket, he loosens the slugthrower he kept on his right thigh, and makes sure all his weapons were with him. Stepping outside, his eyes stop on a junk store pearched nearby. Shrugging and thinking he could find enough components in there for a new lightsabre--he missed carrying two, since his son now had one of his old ones--he walks towards it. He nods to the shop keeper, and begins to rummage around. A twinge in the Force causes the ex-Jedi Warrior to turn into the corner, spying an old HK-model droid with a restraining bolt.

Odd, that they could find a bolt to fit that thing, he thinks to himself, leaning forward and, making sure no one was watching, deactivated the bolt, and reactivating the droid. The Force wanted him to do something. This seemed as good a thing as any...