Niall Organa wrote:Garrick Lorne knows how to hunt a bounty. And how to start a thread:
viewtopic.php?f=22&t=830
A man after my own dark heart.
Niall Organa wrote:Garrick Lorne knows how to hunt a bounty. And how to start a thread:
viewtopic.php?f=22&t=830
Niall Organa wrote:Two threads, sorta related, that I enjoyed. The first is Shaisha's birthday party, here:
viewtopic.php?f=30&t=662
It's her, Kris, and Syl, and the three just write together so darn well! And you can really feel the history between the three of them.
Shaisha Vreysk wrote:Well, that just happened...
Garrick Lorne wrote:He cocked his head. "Are you getting sassy with me, Lady Cortess?"
On the matter of Lana, he sighed. "And you trust her?"
Alysele Cortess wrote:Garrick Lorne wrote:He cocked his head. "Are you getting sassy with me, Lady Cortess?"
On the matter of Lana, he sighed. "And you trust her?"
Dad Lorne is best Lorne.
Alysele Cortess wrote:Well that was disappointing.
"Take care." When the holocall ended, she continued. "You frigid bitch."
Nekoinu wrote:You wut?
Cole Ormont wrote:As much as I love everything about Ashla, this thread is almost too adorable to bear.
(I know it's already been posted, but for a different reason)
Jo'ren Rath wrote:Crush the opposing team -- See them driven before us, and hear the lamentation of their Hutts!
Go for the win!
Dapper Dog wrote:Layne Hoshin wrote:"Then, I assume you had an actual plan beyond just stowing away onboard?"
Clearly, she was skeptical.
“I was… felt the Force thing. It was like you should be here Daz, Darth Layne needs you. I was like well Force she said stay behind but the Force was like, that’s boring do the thing I said. Then I was like that’s a wiz idea, Force,” he explains to Layne.
“So I blame space wizards.”
Darth Xevious wrote:Darth Xevious frowns and says, "I suppose it isn't a good wedding until someone is screaming in agony. Usually that happens in the bedroom though."
Dapper Dog wrote:The scanner can make out a murky outline of a stepped pyramid like structure or mound about a kilometer off the beach under several hundred feet of what they assume is brackish foul water. Something large is swimming around perhaps well over thirty meters in length.
Cole Ormont wrote:He injects something into what passes for the Hutt's neck, certainly not the anticoagulant he'd just requested, and Kidaja's eyes flicker, coming to focus on the cool silver-blue of the doctor's. The Hutt recognises him.
Cole leans forward and hisses, "everyone pays."
The mediscanner sounds an alarm, and Cole composes his features into something appropriately regretful, "there's no next. I'm sorry," he almost sounds like he means it.