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Two weeks earlier... Having been brought to Coruscant, Hals was immediately classified as a refugee, of which apparently there was a lot. He was lead by security officers to an airspeeder, put in the back and carted off at high speed to what looked like a prison. The sign itself read "Refugee Camp ...

Hals thought carefully of the proposal. He could live his life as the man in golden armor had, or choose to go with the man who came to his rescue on a jetpack. He wanted to desperately see the republic his father had fought to reinstate very badly. He needed to see it was worth it, his circumstance...

Once again things happened quicker than the weary Zabrak could comprehend. The man with the silver eyes and terrifying demeanor had come close to him with a predatory grace. Hals had seen such being before, the very sight of them made him think of his childhood among the Hutts, surrounded by crimina...

It all happened so quickly, a man appearing in the sky, his feet colliding with the Mandalorian, the Gamorreans turning away from him before landing their final blows. Hals coughed and spat blood, his eyes wide in surprise. He noticed the jetpack on the man's back, not a common sight, even on Tatooi...

Is there a discord or something everyone uses to chat?

As the man with the silver eyes appeared out of nowhere, Hals flinched, his grip tightening on his father's vibroknife. He was tired, full of adrenaline and in survival mode. Something about the hand made him feel cold. The cold seemed to threaten to entrance him, something in his mind whispered ang...

They're near me again... I can feel it... Bringing his cloak closer to his face, Hals Sazen slipped in to another one of Mos Eisley's many alleyways. His instincts were strong, they had been with him since he could remember, and they were always right. It was a talent the Hutts prized greatly, and ...

Rhoden Carbine wrote: ↑

Wed Jan 31, 2018 1:29 am

Welcome! I look forward to meeting you in-character. Hopefully as allies. If not... well, shooting each other can be a bonding experience just the same.

Shooting at each other develops a healthy respect for one another.

Jak Bexel wrote: ↑

Wed Jan 31, 2018 1:36 am

Welcome, Hals!

If you're looking to escape from Tattooine, I'm sure the BSP would be glad to help.

That actually sounds like a great idea! Perhaps we can work that in as my docking bay post?

My name is Hals, and my character is Hals Sazen, a young Force Sensitive Zabrak who has recently escaped life as an indentured servant to the Hutt Cartel. I myself am 25 years old, live in California and am a long-time roleplayer and Star Wars fan. It will be a pleasure to meet you all and I hope we...