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time port

lets all just get together and throw Nighthound into orbit. his only company will be that weird glowing glass satelite.

That sounds good to me. and depending on what our future plans for characters are, we could bring up certain topics to sort of set them in motion. the councils would sort of be a world building technique

ooh! that will make me taller if I stand on it, thank you! *bonks head on ceiling* Trades in ceiling.

i like this idea. they would also talk largely about the war which would be a fantastic time for some political worldbuilding. we could strategize about where the jedi are going to attack and talk about what other factions there are.

hey! SA is also my fave! but you should also read infinity blade. those ones are legit! OH! if someone offers you a cookie JUST SAY NO!

great! a new weapon for my arsenal! trades in Rock

yes. I'm talking more Plot-wise. like when(do we want to wait a while?) and what are we going to talk about.

on the subject of jedi councils. *ahem* what are we doing and when are we doing it?

here you go!

thank you! And here is another funny pic from pinterest

HUGE STAR WARS SPOILERS!!

new character: mara the badchull how was the post?

Valran hated sand. That was a considerable problem, as he loved the Mos Eisly port on Tattoine. Sure, everyone and their pet would gladly kill a person for the seat they were sitting in, but that was just the thing he loved. If someone were strong enough, they were left alone. If they weren’t… well, if they weren’t then they just had to hope that they had a friend who was. Valran sat at his table in the corner booth of a cantina in Mos Eisly. He was reading the book he had taken from Coruscant. A few of the pages had fallen out somewhere along the way. Stupid books. He had them scattered across the table he was sitting at. Engulfed in his studies, he failed to notice the clanking of metal legs walking towards his table. “Hello, Valran,” a gravelly voice said, Valran looked up to see the skull-like face of a Kaleeshian Cyborg. His bonelike arms were grey, beaten and scratched in a way that looked as if they were gained while fighting. “Do I know you?” Valran said flatly. The things eyes thinned in what must have been the equivalent of a scowl. “I find your false ignorance to be unamusing.” Valran thought for a moment. “Varks. You’re that crime lord that I helped sack when I was a Padawan.” “Yes.” The creature walked onto the table, moving with an unnaturally grace. It took one clawed foot and placed it on Valran’s chest. “And it will bring me great pleasure to-“ Valran’s lightsaber flew into his hand. Activating it, Valran severed the foot against his chest and swung his blade in a circular motion, molten bits of metal sprayed around him as Vark’s arms and legs dropped to the floor and table around him he swung two more times, cutting apart the chest and head. The music in the cantina stopped. Deactivating his lightsaber, Valran sat down. He brushed aside a molten piece of the ex-crime lord’s metallic skull of his table. Cyborgs like him where becoming increasingly common throughout the galaxy. The music started again. A quick tune that a few people cheered for. It was the startling fact about Mos Eisly: you could kill somebody here and nobody would really care. Then why did Valran enjoy this place? It was probably because he could just sit in a cantina and think and not have to worry about factions and… and… “You have got to be kidding me,” he said out loud. At his command, the pages of the book flew back into its cover. He pocketed it. He left the table, pieces of Varks still scattered across it, and walked quickly to the exit. There was no way she could have— “Valran Solo!” The music stopped. Valran winced. He slowly turned around, to meet the eyes of someone who was better at tracking him than the Razing Jedi council. Mara Lavain, in full Mandolorian battle armor, carrying her helmet under her arm. Which was bad, because he usually only had ever seen her take it off when she wanted to kill someone that she knew. Well, that and… a few other times. She had pretty features, hiding behind her scowl anyway and golden red hair that was just short enough to fit in her helmet. “Hey Mara.” He said. “Using the back entrance? That’s a bold fashion statement. Nice chat. See you later!” He turned and nearly smacked into the fully armored figure of a Mandolorian soldier. “Watch your step, Jedi.” He said in a deep Mando accent. Valran noted the heavy chain blaster hanging from his shoulders. Valran grunted and turned to face the approaching Mara. He smiled. He sensed it coming. Heck, he could have guessed it without the force. But neither stopped his surprise when Mara slapped him across the face. Did he mention that she was pretty? He grunted. “Next time take the gauntlet off.” “That was for what happened on Yavin.” She said. Rather loudly, in fact. Valran frowned. “What happened at Yavin?” “You hijacked the main computer on that specter. The power surge opened the holding cells and shut down the artificial gravity.” She said. “We were stuck in there for six hours with three separate and rival Sith gangs, while you blasted off in your ship.” Valran blinked. “How was I supposed to know that? You should be slapping Arsev. He’s the one who rerouted the power.” “Yes, but he is a droid, and I wanted to slap you instead.” She sighed and mumbled “where was I going. I had a point to this.” “We need a link up with your hyper drive.” The big Mando said. “A link up?” Valran said, “No. Not a chance. Do you know how bad that is for a hyper drive? It shaves years off the life of your ship. It would be easier and cheaper just to get repairs.” “We don’t have time replace a hyper-“ “Replace? What did you do to it?” Valran asked incredulously. “You didn’t overdrive it did you?” “We-“ “You did overdrive,” Valran sighed. “Let’s take a seat,” he sat down at a table pointedly away from the table with Varks on it. The two of them followed suit. “The moron who discovered that an AT class blaster could send you faster than light speed should get thrown into a pit of Rathtars. Have you removed the power siphoner?” Mara thumped her helmet onto the table. “If I had any idea what a siphoner was then we probably wouldn’t need to talk to you.” Ouch. “We unhooked those with the rest of the hyper drive.” The big Mando said. “We were unsure of what might be dangerous to keep on.” “Well at least you aren’t completely daft.” He paused for a moment. He turned to face Mara, noticing the defiance that statement lit up in her eyes “Sorry,” he added. “We need a link up and you are our best shot at it.” Mara said. Valran grunted. “Why don’t you charter another ship?” “We’re Mando’s.” the big guy said. “Nobody would like us moving around their ship. Especially since we’re soldiers.” “That does put a dampen on relations, doesn’t it?” Valran rubbed his chin. “What’s your pocket book look like?” “I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Mara folded her arms. “I will do it if you allow me to modify your ship. To cause less damage to my own hyper drive,” Valran folded his arms too. “It will be rather simple, there’s lots of places here that sell the right kind of moderators for it.” “So you’ll help us?” Mara looked surprised. “Yes, but with one condition.” Valran nodded towards the big Mandolorian. “Who’s the new guy?”

Im fairly certain that there is a direct quote about saying that he tried to do it, but couldnt. and in the fight with Drile it is mentioned how he hadnt even enough time to reach into his pockets for his sands

Oky so in the manuscript, Kenton had to touch the sand in order to control it. but in the released clip from the graphic novel (however squished it may look): it seems like the sand is coming TO him. I understand that the prose isn't canon and the magic system might have changed, I just wondered if any one else noticed the change or am I just a blind wacko?

nah, cant be. cauthon has WAY more pride than wayne. that being said. I like wayne as a fictional character. if I met him in real life, well... he probably will never have enough health for that encounter. just remember all the good things he did. -gave that landlady person a huge tip for leaving her to deal with the police (see page 244. he sort of disguises it as a trade for putting his feet on the furniture) -he fed a bunch of orphaned children (haha get it? bunch? no? ok). -often times he steals trades things for things of more value. he threw around aluminum guns and bullets like they were lint from his pockets it seemed (a metaphor worthy of david). he has a soft spot for people who are worse off than he, or that didn't deserve some trouble that he caused. but I dislike most of his more inappropriate comments and he definitely needs someone who isnt bothered by shooting him in the foot every once in a while.

Great! I can never have too many of these. trades in unconscious body

another infinity blade fan!! Those are awesome!! and welcome.

when edit: I love it when other people act Mormon on the internet.

seems legit.

YES.

hello sharders. look at your assassin. now back to me. now back at your assassin. now back to me. sadly he isn't me. but if he stopped using honorblades and switched to nightblood, he could fight like me. Look down, back up. where are you? You are on a scadrial with the man your assassin could fight like. whats in your hand, back to me. I have it, its a book with the signatures of four different authors. look again, the books are now beads of Lerasium. anything is possible when your assassin fights with nightblood and not with honorblades Im piggybacking hoid. HYA!