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I forgot this thread existed.

I have no idea if I'm honest. I guess it depends on where we're trying to go with it and if the focus is going to be the war in general or specifically the characters we already have..?

And yeah we could do, maybe one side finally "takes over" and the other starts riots / guerilla war to take it from them?

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If it makes you feel any better most of us over here are also worrying about your president starting nuclear armageddon.

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Sure, not majorly fussed, I'll follow your lead if you chose to skip ahead. I guess the only other thing is if we bring the war into it more fully..? And more characters 'cause us each having like three or four isn't enough. We'll figure it out as we go.

Mould

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Hm, maybe a week or two, a year might be pushing it...

Glass

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Glad it wasn't just me. I might have to find a crafty way of extracting Shab somehow...

Precise

Mash

Not that I had to reread this to see where all my characters had got to. Poor Shab, she's still stuck in limbo with Jester.
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Nei couldn't believe she was back at the compound, she had wanted nothing more than to leave this life behind her, but after her vision she needed the libraries. At least with her abilities to be invisible it meant that no one had noticed her, and as such hadn't noticed her sudden interest in Force Visions and known occurrences.

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"Turn around, we can't get through that blockade." The captain stated as they had fully taken in the situation around Junkka.

"Belay that." Xam stated simply, her phaser already aimed at his head from her reclined position nearby. Her other hand close to both her other phaser and her many knives.

"This is my crew, missy, I give the orders, not you."

"And you agreed to work with my sponsors." Xam reminded him. "You know what breaching the contract means."

The captain openly laughed at that, his crew chuckled to themselves too, and Xam simply tilted her head as if inquiring what joke she'd missed. "You really expect me to believe that you'll be able to kill all of us and take the ship by force if we refuse?"

Xam leaned forward, her face straight and serious. "Yes." She said.

For a moment the captain hesitated, looking at this strange woman who had asked for a crew to run a blockade. Who had some very wealthy backers - what Hutt wasn't wealthy? - with plenty of motivation to take the job. It hadn't seemed like a suicide run back then. "Go to hell."

"You will." Xam replied simply, shooting seconds later, causing all madness to break loose.

The captain was dead in one shot, two quick fires from her second pistol to her other side had the first bodyguard dead, whilst the first checked on his captain. She quickly dismounted from the deactivated console she'd been sat on, diving behind cover as the weapons officer shot at her.

She sat still as the second bodyguard came looking for her, forcing herself to breath calmly as she listened. Swapping her right phasor for a blade, and quietly manoeuvring herself into a crouching position, diving as he came around the console, slicing through his leg before shooting him as he fell. That was three dead. Just the weapons operator and the helmsman, then she could seal herself in and purge the ship the easier way.

Now it was time for some acrobatics, the layout of the bridge didn't give her enough cover to sneak around all the way, so she was going to opt for the more direct approach. So she jumped, using the console as a launching pad to land onto the helm, kicking the helmsman to stun him before diving at an acute angle to avoid the shot the weapons operator aimed at her, shooting at him as she landed, he ducked so she walked towards a different panel to lean over it, predicting that he'd be waiting to shoot at her, and throwing one of her smaller knives at him, using the grunt of pain to locate him to shoot him fatally this time. Then she marched back over to the helmsman who was on the verge of recovering before using another of her knives to ensure he wouldn't bother her any time soon.

She hefted him out of the seat and took her own seat, ensuring that the rest of the crew wouldn't bother her, before going to reclaim and wipe down her knives before retaking a seat as pilot. She was not getting her ass kicked because the help let her down. But she was almost definitely going to end up a fireball now.

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