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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 10, 2005 15:30:14 GMT -5
Weather: The weather in Mos Eisley is very very hot, the suns are almost always showing. Sudden sand storms come around every so often.
Description: Mos Eisley is known to some as a pirate city. It is one of the biggest spaceports on all of Tatooine. It is a place of normal Tatooine style. Blockhouses sunken deep in the sand, providing some shelter from the restless desert suns. The main power and water distribution plants are at the hub. Circular landing pads and bays are all around the city, and the sky is busy with traffic.
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Post by ghaleon on Jun 1, 2005 14:23:18 GMT -5
ghaleon walks into the area walking around slowly and aimlessly watching the ships go by overhead....>> zoom <<;; anyways he takes one more step before taking a look around the area
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Post by ghaleon on Jun 1, 2005 15:28:06 GMT -5
Ghaleon takes another step before raising a hand into the air calling for a taxi. As it comes down it lets a slight squeal from the braking system ghaleon swung the door open tossing a bag jumping in and letting the taxi drive away.
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Post by Darith on Jun 5, 2005 16:36:28 GMT -5
Walking down the street of Mos Eisley, Darith looked for a certian Bar. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. Silently cursing the twin suns Ivan found the bar and walked inside.
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Post by Darith on Jun 6, 2005 18:45:42 GMT -5
Once out of the Cantina, Darith ran down the street and ducked into an ally way. Hidding behind several creates, Darith started counting the money that he had stolen from the man who bought him a drink.
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Post by Darith on Jun 6, 2005 20:15:10 GMT -5
Finding that he had stole about 100 credits, Darith smiled and put them in an inside pocket aginst his skin where no one could get to his money, Darith got up and started walking down the street toward his home.
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Post by Darith on Jun 8, 2005 13:31:26 GMT -5
Walking down the street, Darith scanned the streets for possible people to mug or pickpocket. After coming away empty several times, Darith got frusterated and walked into an ally. Once he was out of sight, he drew his blaster and waited watching the street for someone to come close enough for him to mug.
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Post by Sahara Keteris on Jul 7, 2005 12:21:34 GMT -5
[ --relocating from Mos Espa-- ]
Sahara walked into the Mos Eisley area calmly, nonchalantly leading another behind her. She wore her light-weight white cloak, and had lifted her hood to shade herself from the merciless twin suns. They were talking about other planets, and something of transport ships. Perhaps they were workers?
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Post by Asano on Jul 7, 2005 17:14:33 GMT -5
The other had his grey cloak around him, shielding him from the oppressive heat. As usual. His hood was up, his face in darkness. He bore great resemblance to the stereotypical picture of a dark jedi...expect the cloak is grey. And...something...seemed friendly around him. And greatly annoyed. "Frakkin' heat..." And he went back to talking about...um...planets and transports. >_>;
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Post by Sahara Keteris on Jul 7, 2005 18:04:54 GMT -5
Sahara nochalantly walked up to one of the transport directors, their schedual in hand, and tapped them on the shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, if you wouldn't mind... My client here wishes to inquire about the schedual of transports going to Correlia, as he seems to have lost his way..." She spoke this lie with the greatest of ease, and hoped that Asano would play along with it, or, best of all options, just keep quiet.
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Post by Asano on Jul 7, 2005 18:11:10 GMT -5
Asano, within the grey hood, grinned widely as he heard this. His hands where inside his cloak. His right hand, on reflex, was fingering his preferred saber's hilt. Should this go bad, he was sure he could just scare them away. "Yes, please. May we see your schedual? I wish to leave this...rock." He nearly growled the last word. He smiled, in his friendly way. They probably wouldn't see it.
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Post by Sahara Keteris on Jul 7, 2005 18:17:46 GMT -5
Sahara almost gritted her teeth as Asano spoke, and had a very bad feeling when he growled his last words.
The transport director did not seem to like the way he spoke either. In a deep, gutterral voice, he told them off. "These transports don't carry passengers. You taxi agents should know that."
"I beg your pardon, sir, but I am not a taxi agent... And, this man is an honest man. He has ended up here only out of an unfortunate mistake by said taxi services... He would rather remain with his effects, if he could... Please sir, if you could..." Sahara continued to try and coax him, but her unsettling alien red eyes did not do much for her case...
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Post by Asano on Jul 7, 2005 18:21:44 GMT -5
Asano, inside the hood: Frak. "I did not mean anything about you, sir. I merely meant that I do not like being stuck here, on this planet, thanks to a driver who couldn't tell Tatooine from Mon Calamari." He spoke the near-truth here...sorta. Not really. But his voice was sincere. "Please, may we see your list?"
His finger impatiently traced over the ignition button, careful to avoid pressing said button.
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Post by Sahara Keteris on Jul 7, 2005 18:32:52 GMT -5
The transport agent handed over the list with a heavy sigh. He seemed to be quite annoyed. "If I catch you trying to hitch a ride, It'll be off to the oven with ya..."
What 'the oven' was, Sahara wasn't entirely sure, but she knew she did not want to ask. She handed the schedual over to Asano after quickly glancing at it.
"The next launch is in less than a hour..." she informed him quietly, pointing to the ship listed on the schedual.
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Post by Asano on Jul 7, 2005 18:39:29 GMT -5
Asano's hand came up from the saber's hilt, out of the cloak, and took the list. He glanced over it. "Alright. Thank you, kind sir." He noticed that his right hand was twitching. Had that come to a fight, it would have been Asano's first in...rather long. He shot his hand back inside the cloak, and the list came out in his left hand, and he gave it back to the man. He walked away, far out of earshot of the man. "Now, we figure out how to get on..." He said this to himself, quietly. [I've gotta go...stupid time limit. Very sorry. Be on soon, I hope! ;.;]
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