{JAMMERS! -Drakecahill- ONLY!} Well. This is quite an offer. Before I say anything I might regret, () I'd like to know: What are your Sith masters looking for in return?
{JAMMERS! Firox ONLY!} "Only an equal partnership. We need armies to further our cause. You build armies. We further our cause. And the galaxy is ours for the taking. Of course, you recognize the single barrier between us and victory."
{JAMMERS! Firox ONLY!} "Very good. I shall return to my master and tell him the good news. Then we will transmit the plans. We have an agreement, yes?"
{JAMMERS! Firox ONLY!} "Very good. I shall return to my master and tell him the good news. Then we will transmit the plans. We have an agreement, yes?"
{JAMMERS! Firox ONLY!} "Very good. I shall return to my master and tell him the good news. Then we will transmit the plans. We have an agreement, yes?"
*Darth Fun struts cheerfully down the hallways of the Separatist HQ, humming an incomprehensible and toneless song. He stops at one of the many vending machine that litter the corridors. Deftly drawing a quarter out of his pocket, he drops it into the machine with a satisfying plunk, then keys in the code to select a package of fruity chewing gum. The machine begins to rattle, bang and crash but strangely, nothing happens. Darth Fun gives the machine a kick, prompting it to crash, bang and rattle but again with no result.
Frustrated, the enterprising Sith Lord of Nonsense sticks his hand into the door of the machine and gropes around for the package of fruity gum.
This would have been all well and good, if he could have gotten his hand out again. But he couldn't.
One Providence-class destroyer comes out of Hyperspace, flanked by two Munificent-class frigates. A single Sheathipede-class shuttle, along with an escort of four Vulture-class starfighters, descends to the surface. A transmission is sent to the base.
"This is General Karanar of the Droid Army, escorting Senator Tenebras of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Requesting permission to land?"
One Providence-class destroyer comes out of Hyperspace, flanked by two Munificent-class frigates. A single Sheathipede-class shuttle, along with an escort of four Vulture-class starfighters, descends to the surface. A transmission is sent to the base.
"This is General Karanar of the Droid Army, escorting Senator Tenebras of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Requesting permission to land?"
OOC: Greetings.
They receive a response: "Hey, uh, General Kararanarwhosit... sorry to say that we can't identify you or your Senator. Could we have a little background on the two of you?"
OOC: Hiya! I remember you from the old LMB's, I think, but I'm pretty sure you weren't a Droid?
One Providence-class destroyer comes out of Hyperspace, flanked by two Munificent-class frigates. A single Sheathipede-class shuttle, along with an escort of four Vulture-class starfighters, descends to the surface. A transmission is sent to the base.
"This is General Karanar of the Droid Army, escorting Senator Tenebras of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Requesting permission to land?"
OOC: Greetings.
They receive a response: "Hey, uh, General Kararanarwhosit... sorry to say that we can't identify you or your Senator. Could we have a little background on the two of you?"
OOC: Hiya! I remember you from the old LMB's, I think, but I'm pretty sure you weren't a Droid?
"I have received instructions from the Separatist Council to report here. Transmitting details of all personnel on board. Stand by..."
They receive details of a load of unimportant droids, three organics, and one Super Tactical Droid.
Name: Lancgarde Glabure
Age: 33
Species: Human
Description: Tall, thin. Green eyes, short brown hair, deep green suit with gold embellishments.
Weapons: Dual DC-17 hand blasters.
Rank: Commander
Name: Victagus Amir
Age: 17
Species: Human
Description: Tall, thin. Eyes change from red to black according to temper. Black jumpsuit.
Weapons: Lightwhip, DC-17 hand blaster.
Rank: Agent
Name: Tenebras
Age: 47
Species: Human
Description: Tall, and unnaturally thin. Pale skin. Black hair, black eyes. Long flowing robes of black material.
Weapons: None
Rank: Senator
Name: STD-07 “Karanar”
Age: 1
Species: Super Tactical Droid
Description: Standard Super Tactical Droid; black with gold markings.
Weapons: E-5 blaster
Rank: General
OOC: Ah, yes. I was a Mandalorian there. I felt like a change.
"Aha, mm-hmm. Thanks for the descriptions. Looks like you do have proper instructions from the Council. Funny, they usually send me a sticky note... aha, I was sitting on it! "Let General K. in or u r fired" it says. Hm, whoever wrote this had a sense of humor."
