Star Wars

[SadDubwool]

*He kills another holo gram*

[Rayleonarde]

((Yus! I love Star Wars. Erm...Extended universe, or not?))


Name: Hermaus 'Ray' Rayleonarde (Epsilon 222)




Race: Raccoon




Weapon: DC-15S Blaster Rifle




Alliance: Republic Supply Pilot




Abilities: None, currently, but has an astronomical midichlorian count.

[Ryan Naismith]

((Good question. I'm coming in! Star Wars is awesome!))

Name: Atton Lange

Race: black German shepherd

Weapon: a pair of Zenabi ZR-25 blaster pistols, custom made and quite expensive (hah, made em up, no idea if Zenabi is a real thing in Star Wars )

Alliance: smuggler posing as a supply pilot for the republic ; the highest bidder.

Abilities: none, except a supposedly strong mind (he is somewhat resistant to Jedi-mind tricks) and being a crack shot

[SadDubwool]

((Yus! I love Star Wars. Erm...Extended universe, or not?))


Name: Hermaus 'Ray' Rayleonarde (Epsilon 222)




Race: Raccoon




Weapon: Standard Issue Imperial E-11 blaster rifle




Alliance: Imperial Supply Pilot




Abilities: None, currently, but has an astronomical midichlorian count.

(About a few years before order 66 and yes)

[Ryan Naismith]

((Whoops. I need to fix stuff then :p

[Rayleonarde]

((I fixed it, I think.))

[SadDubwool]

*as he finishes the last hologram he sighs and sheathes them*

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sat in the cargo bay of a Republic Outpost on Kashyyyk. He wasn't doing any long runs, just a short hop, skip, and hyperspace jump back to Coruscant. After a few minutes, Ray started up, and left. Sure, he was working with the Republic, but he wasn't a clone. He was, rather, found by clones, on an obscure planet. Ray decided he'd repay them with work. Anyway, Ray shot out into space, not a car in the world.

[Ryan Naismith]

Atton sighed, slumping into the copilots seat next to Ray. He didnt knke of his...side buisness... or at least he hoped he didnt. "Ray, I've a question." He aighed momentarily "i have a...friend of mine on coruscant. Mind if we take a side trip to meet him? I'll pay for the fuel."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shrugged. "Sure, Atton. We're heading to Coruscant anyway. We'll be there in a few." He sighed, and checked the nav-computer. "Yeah, a day, standard time. Who's the friend?"

[Ryan Naismith]

Atton let out a nervous chuckle "complicated." He said simply "ya don't need to know."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed. "I really wish you wouldn't hide things from me, Atton. I trust you, and, I hope, you trust me." He turned, and smiled. "Besides, we've been through enough. What happens here stays here."

[Ryan Naismith]

Atton sighed, pinching the brifge of his nose. "I..." he shook his head "i like a guy, okay?" He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. There was an element of truth to that statement "like...we...nevermind." he grunted, throwing his head back and sighing again "nevermind... forget about it."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed, and turned back to piloting. "Well, at least you decided to tell me something." He shrugged. "I didn't know you swung that way, At."

[Ryan Naismith]

"Yep." He sad, letting out a small chuckle "cute little fennec, that one. Markis' is his name." He looked to ray "this doesnt change aything, does it?"