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Post by Mayhem on Oct 6, 2007 20:43:46 GMT -5
To those of you with any sense in good video games, you have heard of KotOR, or Knights of the Old Republic. It's made by Bioware, my favorite game developer. Released in 2003, it obtained 43 game of the year awards. It is set a few thousand years before present day Star Wars. It is four years after the end of the Mandalorian Wars. I suggest you go to the Wikipedia sites that I have listed. This will start 2 years into the Jedi Civil War. I do not own any character besides my original characters, the Star Wars Universe is Lucas's and all his mighty, grand fatness. The story line basically follows the game's. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandalorian_Warsen.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_of_the_old_republic |
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Post by Mayhem on Oct 6, 2007 22:25:28 GMT -5
The hum of city life was low inside the dingy apartment. There were cobwebs in the corners and a thick layer of dust covered most things. It was bright outside, but that could have either been from the lights of the city or the star that the planet orbited. There were a few beds an chairs scattered sporadically through the space with not much else for decoration. All beds remained empty save one, which held a battered, bloodied man of about 30. His skin was olive and he had dark brown hair styled in a military cut. There was a cut on his left temple that had not quite stopped bleeding. The blood flowed down the side of his face, matting his hair and spilling onto the pillow. His breath came in ragged gasps and there were a few red stains saturating through the sheets and cover.
The door to the apartment slid open with no audible noise. A dark silhouette entered and moved towards the man’s bed with urgency. The man was dressed in a light orange jacket with a worn expression and stubble that looked like a permanent feature. He saw that the man’s skull was still bleeding and he cursed. In his arms he carried a varied assortment of medical supplies. He lifted the injured man’s head up with one hand and took a cloth to wipe up some of the blood. He leaned in closer to get a view of the wound, when the man’s emerald eyes opened with a flicker. “Carth…” he muttered in a cracked voice. “I don’t drive on that side of the swoop track…”
The man in orange, called Carth, promptly dropped the wounded man’s head and covered his brown eyes with his hand. He didn’t know how to reply to such an accusation from someone in the state that the accuser was in. “Lao, I wasn’t trying to do anything perverted to you—“ Carth started, hand still covering the top half of his face. This did not faze Lao, as he sat up and touched his skull where he was bleeding.
“Hells below, at least when you were dragging my drugged body to this apartment you could have been gentler…” Lao had a scowl on his brow while he spoke, his voice gaining more strength. “And I know you do not think that a man kissing another man is perverted, but I do not enjoy the thought of your stubble scratching me..." Lao paused, blinking for a moment, a serious expression on his handsome features. "Shave and we’ll talk. You have to wear the dancer’s outfit though, I chafe.” There was a moment of silence, both contemplative and disgusted. "I see where you’re coming from. Not many women on the ship…”
Carth let his hands drop in pure astonishment. The very thought of someone saying something like that under normal conditions was unthinkable, yet with the current standings... He looked around the room. He rested his eyes on his tea in the corner. Hot and steaming, the tea beckoned him...*
((*The entire tea thing is an inside joke between me and Malum. You really don't want to know. Really.))
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