chasing stardust;

❝ I knew this was a gonna be a bad idea from the get go, but in the continued absence o' any good ones, I figured there ain' much harm in jus' runnin' wi' it. ❞ Independent Star Wars OC Pre-Clone Wars to Legacy Era Please read the guidelines...

[thebearandthedeer]

[stardustandsarcasm]

ooc;

I was going to finish off those replies I owed before crashing, but it's ten to five in the morning here. My brain is broken to the point where I accidentally switched into swedish halfway through a response and didn't notice until I finished up.  So yeaaah, I'm just gonna save them to drafts and work on them after a few hours sleep. Hopefully they'll start to make some sort sense by then.  Hopefully.

[handmaiden-forevermore-deactiva]

stardustandsarcasm is at your heels

               ”What can I help you with?” she asked with a slight sigh.

               It had been a long day. All the officiates of the Royal House had been in a fit today. The Senate was to take a vote on the creation and use of the Republic army.

[stardustandsarcasm]

               "I heard tale it was the other way around, cheeka." Tam remarked dryly, favouring the woman with a hopefully charming, if somewhat lopsided smile. "I have it on good authority that your ladyship is lookin' for a discrete pilot."                Good authority was perhaps stretching it. Word had trickled down to the scoundrel through a series of contacts he held within the Judicials. Contacts that had been less than reliable as of late.  

[thejedi-archives]

Reblog if you're a Star Wars indie RP account.

[stardustandsarcasm]

Jocasta Nu is creating a giant master-list for every SW roleplayer. 

The list is here.

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greysithlord

[stardustandsarcasm]

        “Why do I have the sudden impression my life is about t’get all manner of complicated.” 

[greysithlord-deactivated2014052]

      "Why do you say that huh? It is because of this." 

Lightsaber activates and the red blade hums to life. His height always makes him tower above anyone. Blue eyes study the man before him. 

      “What are you up to?” 

[stardustandsarcasm]

        "— Right this particular instant? I'm gonna hafta go wi' reconsiderin' some o' the life choices that led up t' havin' a lightsaber shoved in my face."

The blade was cast a crimson light across Tam's features, giving his strained smirk a positively macabre appearance. Right now it was taking more willpower than he thought possible not to reach for the blaster strapped to his thigh. He doubted it would do him any good in any event. Better to play it cool and try and disarm the situation than to escalate it further.

        "Unless y'plan on usin' that over sized stick, pateesa, I'd 'preciate it if you put it away. Someone could lose an eye if y'ain' careful."

[hiddenjedi]

And how was pointing the weapons at the ceiling any better. She had a sinking feeling it would go off about as well as putting them down. Not at all.

"Better be volunteerin’ t’ make the first move, then." Even so, a standoff was pretty low on the list of things that she would’ve wanted to end up dealing with— now or another day. Maybe a standoff that one side clearly had an edge— at least that would help with all the posturing and not-quite-hostile argument.

[stardustandsarcasm]

"E chu ta. I guess I could try an' live wi' that." Live hopefully being the operable word of that sentence. Still, despite the gnawing of his gut, the barrel of his blaster had begun to rise even as the words tumbled out of his mouth. Slowly shifting from center mass to a head shot, where it lingered for a few agonising heartbeats before continuing on. "Your turn t' return the favour, cheeka."

[turhaya-a-blog]

She shook her head very briefly, “And here I thought you didn’t want to stick around.” Empty words, sure, but staying cold and nervous would do no good for anyone. Like it or not, banter often eased nerves— a situation she had noticed when working with combat teams.

Fragments of what used to be wall skittered across the floor, leaving welts where they impacted bare skin. And where pieces didn’t fall off immediately, scorch marks were left behind. “It’s risk it and run or stay and die. Make your choice.”

Eryn was pretty sure she could hold a defensive barrier around him for a few seconds, longer if she managed to shunt some blaster bolts through and back into the shielding. “Running is the better bet. So point.”

Maybe— no. Cutting that thought off, Eryn shook her head. No way would she have the focus or the capability to pull off a distraction just before bringing up a barrier and bolting.

"They’ll have other things to worry about."

[stardustandsarcasm]

There was another flicker of uncertainty in the smuggler's eyes, quickly followed by a searing flash of realisation as he caught her meaning. She was suggesting he left her to fend off the goons by herself. By all the nine kriffing hells of Corellia, she really was as crazy as they came. Damn it all, now he felt guilty for considering leaving her only moments ago.

"You're right, runnin' would be the best bet." Tam agreed after what felt, to him at least, like an eternity of silence. His throat felt suddenly dry, his voice foreign. What he wouldn't give to turn this day back by just a few minutes. Fingers tightened around the blaster pistol, jaw set firm. Even thirty seconds would've been good. "But as a Corellian, you should know that sometimes y'feel the need t' play the long odds."

He glanced towards the corner of the wall, the bumbling sounds of movement growing closer and closer. Weequay weren't the stealthiest of races. "You might not think much o' me - an' maybe you're right on that front - but leavin' someone behind ain' really my style. Run or stay, this is somethin' handled together. No two ways about it."

[ofvel]

Ailyn narrowed her eyes after listening to Tam speak of his knowledge on the man she was trying to locate. An aggravated sigh escaped through her lips, cussing under her breath in both basic and mando’a. “—— -him and his stupid league…” Ailyn mumbled in frustration, mainly to herself. “You didn’t answer my question, are you going to help me or not? Beats sitting around and drinking all day…”

"Like—— -?"

[stardustandsarcasm]

Tam toyed with the glass in his hand, tracing a thumb around the edge of the chipped and worn tumbler as if mulling over the offer. Not that it was a hard choice to make. Ailyn wasn't the only one to run afoul of Pizztov. “I guess you might have the makin's o' a point there." He glanced up as he spoke, fixing her with a roguish smirk. "'sides which, I believe there was some mention o' credits?"

"Like the kind y'll have t' wait an' hear when you're older, cheeka. I'd hate t'go an' ruin all that innocence."

[stardustandsarcasm]

handmaiden-forevermore

        "You must be all sorts o' lost, cheeka. 'cause this ain' the sort o' district y'wanna be in. Trust me."

[stardustandsarcasm]

greysithlord

        "Why do I have the sudden impression my life is about t'get all manner of complicated." 

[etaintur-mukan]

Whether or not her guest had had really good cosmetic surgery or was not entirely human was beyond Etain’s concerns, as her eyes settled on the sum of money she now had to reroute from the wrong account into the right account. Except she was taking his word for it—after basically handing him a reason that the GAR had messed up—and she didn’t quite have the access to look into what account actually received the payment. You’re a Jedi. You’re supposed to be good at diplomacy, remember?

Etain bit down on her lower lip. “You said you worked with some of our soldiers. How did that go?” She opened another console window and typed in the encryption to add an account. In some ways, she didn’t care about the Republic’s money. The only reason she cared was if it would hurt the GAR. Maybe it wouldn’t. She would have to ask where Master Zey got the funds for mercenaries. Etain offered him a smile, hoping she was on the right track to fixing this. “You can put in the correct account number here.”

[stardustandsarcasm]

"Well enough, I suppose. Seps are tightenin' things all over, but I managed t'slip them through wi' out drawin' any unwanted attention." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he continued to type in his account details. She had sounded genuinely concerned about those troops. Maybe Jedi weren't as cold and dispassionate as he'd been led to believe. "All four were still counted amongst the livin' the last time I fixed eyes on them. Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine, cheeka. I wasn' given any details on a possible extraction plan." Tam abruptly leant back, satisfied the correct data had been entered, although made no effort to return to his spot by the door. Instead he perched on the edge of the desk, fully turning his attention on the petite padawan. "Althou' I 'preciate you doin' this, y'gotta know that you're probably gonna get it in the neck, eneki?" He nodded his head towards the terminal, "I might not be in the service any more, but I doubt protocol has changed this much."

[empiricdoc]

Cael’s mouth formed a thin line. Pateesa. Perhaps he had heard worse. Not in public, though. “I may.” The unruly characters bringing down the neighborhood that he referred to, many of whom occupied the establishment, were either Hec’s men or customer’s of Hec’s men who were looking to purchase what Cael was trying to smuggle in. Best to tread carefully. He managed a professional smile. “If you have the constitution to transport less conspicuous cargo. For compensated pay, of course.”

[stardustandsarcasm]

"You'll find my constitution can be quite robust when there are credits on the table." Tam replied as he took a measured sip from his glass, only years of practice allowing him to forgo the usual reaction such a rough, rotgut of a whiskey usually brought about. It definitely wasn't Whyren's reserve that was for sure, but it would do the job nonetheless.  "I only have three rules in regards to cargo. I don' ship slaves, I don' ship live ordinance, an' I don' ship spice. Other than that, my cargo hold is yours if you've got the mind t'make it so."

[mieczyslawr-deactivated20171113]

PSA;

ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＦＯＬＬＯＷ ＭＥ．．．

yoυ ѕнoυld proвαвly ĸɴow; 

ɪ·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs sʟᴏᴡᴇsᴛ ʀᴘᴇʀ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ

sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄʜᴀᴛ

sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴢᴏɴᴇ 

ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs ᴀ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ 

ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴇs

вυт тнαт doeѕɴ’т мeαɴ тнαт; 

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

ɪ·ᴍ ɪɢɴᴏʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʀᴘ

ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs

ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ·ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ· ᴏʀ ·ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ·

ιт ѕιмply мeαɴѕ; 

ɪ·ᴍ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ

вυт pleαѕe ɴever вe αғrαιd тo αĸѕ ғor ѕoмeтнιɴɢ, cнαт or ploт. pleαѕe doɴ’т тнιɴĸ тнαт jυѕт вecαυѕe мy coɴceɴтrαтιoɴ ιѕ ѕoмewнere elѕe тнαт ι doɴ’т lιĸe yoυ or yoυ’re вeιɴɢ ιɢɴored or replαced. ι’м ѕιмply doιɴɢ wнαт ιт ιѕ тнαт ι ғιɴd ι cαɴ do тнαт dαy. αɴd αѕ yoυr ғollower, pαrтɴer αɴd ғrιeɴd. ι love yoυ.

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[stardustandsarcasm]

ooc;

Sorry for the delay on replies - work is kicking my shebs at the moment. I have tomorrow off, so I'll work on them then. That and possibly a new theme. Maybe.

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