Dinla
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posted 08-07-2002 04:52 PM
    
The smooth black ship excorted its way over the land. It was shape, percurially the form of a old Trade Federation Craft. Bristling through the heavens, it boomed its way down toward a small landing bay, residing itself dellicatelly near the center residents of the city. Comforting itself upon the stern, hallow surface, a large door opening, ejecting a light of red, flashing brightly in the dim interior of the closing bay. The ceiling caved in, to secure of any stolen goods from the craft. A smooth, crumpled ramp swung from the bottom of the door, attaching itself against the surface, as a footstep roamed outward from the inside of the ship. Slowly, a white cloaked figure positioned itself before the door, taking steps gradually down it, adventuring into the land that had deemed itself before her, across the open door. Walking between the staff colums, she oppened the door with a sheer push, and the humanoid handed figure, ingraved with darkness shading his face from the cloak, adventured into the party scene that roamed about. Many creatures, and dirty clothed figures sprouted around her, rounding around the bars, and the seating arrangement, conversating about missions, and many other large topics that roamed the life of space. Trumpling her feet along the ground, she quested her eyes from side-to-side, attaining a inner situation of guidance around the room, as he had absorbed its frame, and features within her delicate mind. The cloaked figure, traveled to the bar, with few glances dropping upon his frame, as he slowly storked her hands along his hood, throwing it down. Placing the hood upon the back of her neck, faces swung her direction, and abrupt exclusion of guns from their holsters arranged themselves in her area. The smooth, attractive featured humanoid, grazed with a scarf along her face, and long green hair took hier eyes to the opening door, watching as someone had adventured toward the column he had aquired her shipp. The being was small statured, and clothed ragidally. Her lips curved back, and she slowly motioned her hand along the counter, still feeling the rays beam down her back, and abruptly the small statured being came into a froze, adventuring elsewhere. As the door came to a close, the green haired, attractive being rushed her hand along the sky, and a quick darting staff extinguished from the opening of the door in the Droid ship. Extinguishing itself through the door at recored speed, it fell before her, grappled in his palm. As he modified it to graze the ground, she went into a smooth, skillfull circular motion, knocking the weaponary from their hands, upon the ground. "I wouldn't hope that you were pointing those...in my direction." She confidentally stated, wondering her staff gracefully at his side, in a delicate grasp, pointing the sharp, golden edge toward the ceiling. The neat cylinder, and mid of the staff was ingraved with smooth Urika religion, and cultured figures. "She...she is a one of those fighters from Urik-" A abrupt cutt off excorted the man against the wall, who had opened his mouth, noticing the features upon the weaponary. "No...Im a Bounty Hunter!" -------------------- "You will die...Admiral"-Dinla
"My...my parents grave is upon that planet!"-Dinla
Posts: 9 | From: HelllishLand | Registered: Jun 2002 | Logged: 12.213.76.134
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