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"This is the last time I come down this way at night," Natteo Vadi thought to himself as he wiped the blood from the blade of his hanger with a handkerchief. A ship at sea sitting in the center of a sun disc emblazoned upon it. He took a seat next to the man slumped against the wall, both let...

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The bartender, a brown scaled trandoshan just snorted. “Buddy. Everyone who walks in here is looking for someone or something. If your credits are going for info, you might as well point and shoot. You’ll hit someone with a bounty on his head. If you want a drink . . .”

A man in an all concealing green gown, even his face hidden, stood at the highest of his chambers on a raised platform overlooking the city of K'un-Lun, a sage down the steps at his feet tossing engraved wood into a circle. The sage looked keenly upon his findings. "Most auspicious August...

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . . The Galaxy is at war. The heroic armies of the Galactic Republic battle the ruthless legions of the Sith Empire across many theaters of conflict. This environment is ripe both for the profiteering of mercenaries like smugglers and bounty...

“Ready,” he nodded. He then turned the key. Acolyt wasn’t wrong necessarily. Still, that comment he made was hanging on him. “The majority of heroes here in Paragon strive for the limelight. They'd always fuck up the mission." Awfully presumptuous. Again Knuckle Duster trusted his friend and...

Knuckle Duster frowned. It weren't his way to judge another man. Especially those what did what he did. He was now a little more skeptical of Acolyt though. Knuckle Duster's friend wouldn't steer him to a place where other superheroes were in a bad way. Dusty was reminded of a piece of advice...

Knuckle Duster followed Acolyt to the elevator and while the two of them were in it, Dusty broke the silence. "Fer the record, this ain't mah first rodeo. Fresh to Paragon, ain't fresh to the mask. Though Ah do 'prreciate y'all helpin' me to git mah footin'." Knuckle Duster said in a very...

“Or . . . I was just bein’ funny. We find the code in the office and unlock it that way. ‘Sides, bandits are all down. We can call in the cavalry and get some help finding the codes.” He suggested the more down to Earth solution.

"They gotta be in the back, come on!" Knuckle lead them into the back, the bank vault itself being sealed shut with bound and gagged people waving as it closed in on them. Knuckle tried to rush to the vault door but it closed and locked before he could get there. "Don't s'ppose any y'all got a...

“Good to know,” he said. When the door blew Knuckle rounded the door and launched in. Already he could feel himself juiced up like he was supercharged. The hostage takers didn’t expect to see the door busted so they were caught flat footed. Knuckle Duster blasted the closest one with his...

He cracked his neck. “. . . Like a fry cook come rush hour,” he said.

Knuckle Duster picked up on this call. Hostage situation? Well, no time like the present. He leaned over and pulled his Harley around and to the emergency stop, crossing the police blockade to asses the situation. “Hey y’all?” He crouched next to Acolyt. “Names Knuckle Duster. Heard there was a...

On which rode a man named Nolan Ritter. He stood out among the average folk of Paragon with his big boots, denim jeans, and stetson hat. He had business to attend to in this city and it weren't the normal kind. 'Course normal is a setting on a washing machine. He always said. He rode into Atlas...

The Harley Davidson roared loudly as it pulled into the outskirts of Paragon City. The man atop it adjusted his Stetson hat to look upon it proper. He huffed. Really not excited to be here. He didn’t like the big city. He didn’t even like Austin. Yet a friend asked him to travel here at least...

Senotho read over the results. It was humbling to remind one’s self that he could be broken down into these quantifiable elements. That he was, as Master Yoda put it, crude matter. He tried to assist the doctor, comparing the dataslate in his hand with that on the Doctor's console. "The Force...

Meanwhile . . . Grid made his way to the detention center. He tried to limit contact with anyone. When he came to the detention center, it wasn't under guard but the door was locked. He tried using the badge given to him by Captain O'Neil by it denied him access. He punched the console in...

The field reminded him of a ray shield in some ways. Often used to capture or hold people. Which at this point didn't even phase Senotho. Since near the beginning of his relationship with Captain O'Neil he had been a prisoner. Why stop now? Nevertheless, for the purposes of cooperating and...