Veeks

IC: Lendo leaned back in his seat and folded his arms, his hat tilted over his eyes, shading them from the light in the cantina. He was just comfortable enough to drift into a nice, long overdue sleep, when he felt his table suddenly lurch forward and bump his forearm. He looked up to see that it had been kicked by an angry looking Zabrak. He wore the clothes of a civilian, but the way he carried himself made it very clear that he was a bouty hunter. A angry bounty hunter. That was never good news for Lendo. He sat up on his chair and unfolded his arms, discretely wrapping his right hand around one of his holstered blasters. "Can I help you, friend.?" He asked in a casual, welcoming tone. He wanted to be clear that he didn't want any trouble, and if the Zabrak tried anything, he'd be well within his right to defend himself. Not that such rules mattered on Nar Shaddaa. Lendo just found it easier to kill in self defense when it wasn't a contract. It often meant no, or at least, less trouble with authorities. "Yeah. You can." The Zabrak said in a gruff, impatient tone. "Does the name Moza Bendo mean anything to you?" Lendo leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. Moza Bendo was his most recent contract. A disgruntled Ithorian hermit who owned a second rate Swoop Bike company. He used to have a business partner, but cheated him out of a great deal of money. That business partner put a bounty on his head. A bounty Lendo had collected. "It does. I killed him. Why do you ask?" Lendo responded calmly, his grip on his blaster tightening. He could tell where this was going. "You stole my kill." The Zabrak responded. "I'd been shadowing him for weeks, and you swooped in and ruined everythig, Dral." "I didn't 'steal' anything, friend. A bounty's a bounty. You didn't kill him. I did. My kill, my credits." Lendo stated. This wasn't the first time he'd been approached by an angry bounty hunter, and he was sure it wouldn't be his last. "Of course. You're entitled to your reward, you were the one who delivered the killing blow. I didn't come to kill you for taking my contract." The Zabrak replied. Lendo arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "Then what do you want?" he asked. "My name is Jayak Koseth. You took that Ithorian out with skill. I'd like to hire you." was the Zabrak's response. "Hire me?" Lendo repeated. "Yes. A few weeks ago, my little brother was murdered by a bounty hunter by the name of Selena Varatan. I want her head, but--" "But you'd rather risk someone else's neck going out to kill her than your own." Lendo finished with asmirk. Jayak nodded. "She's very dangerous." he explained. "She's an Anzat." "Huh. That so? I don't see those walking around very often." Lendo said. "That makes things interesting." "So are you interested?" Jayak asked. "How much?" "Fifteen thousand. Dead. Bring me her head." "She's worth that much to you?" Lendo asked. "She's spilled my family's blood. She must pay the ultimate price." "I understand. Yeah, sure. I'll take the contract. You'd better be straight up about the pay." Ledo warned. Jayak smirked. "I always pay my debts." He siad as he handed Lendo a data pad. "Find me here when it's done." Jayak said. And with that, he left. "Well, that could've gone worse." Lendo said to himself as he pocketed the datapad and got out of his seat. He left the cantina and headed to the docking bay where his ship, The Nemesis waited. "R4, prep for takeoff. We've got ourselves another job." The bounty hunter said as he entered the light freighter. A series of affirmative beeps came from the small astromech droid, and the low hum of the ship's engine sounded as Lendo took a his seat at the cockpit. He gave the datapad a quick read. The target was last seen heading for Coruscant. "Huh. Looks like we're going home, R4." He said. The droid beeped once more, and moments later, The Nemesis was in the air and leaving the crime infested moon of Nar Shaddaa. Lendo then imputed the hyperspace coordinates for Coruscant, and felt the familiar jolt as his ship soared through hyperspace toward its destination.

Curiosity as to how the RP was faring made me come here. Once I saw things were going bad again, I figured I'd comment on the fact that conflict isn't going to make the issue magically resolved. I didn't insult anyone, and if I did, I apologized. I tried to make it very clear that I was commenting simply as an observer, and no offence whatsoever was intended. An RP is supposed to be for fun, but from the looks of things, not many people are having fun. Fueling the fire isn't going to make it any better. I've said what I came here to say, and will take my leave. Again, I apologize if I offended anyone, that was not my intention.

If you're done trying to save this RP, and if you quit the RP, then why do you continue to post here?

I brougth up the rules because he seemed to take pride in the fact that he insulted Flex, and claimed such on the site, which has rules against insulting members. Regardless, if you're truly trying to save this RP, conflict won't get you there.

Personally insulting a member doesn't help fix the RP. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's against the rules, isn't it?

I don't know much about all of you, and as a result my opinions of you as people hold little to no weight, because I have no frame of reference, since I have no judge of character. Reading this, however, there's something I feel should be said. I've known Flex for about three years, now. I participated in an several RPs with him, all of which he made, some X-Men RPs and others original ideas he created himself. Throughout these three years, I've had no problems whatsoever with how he lead things. Everyone was always satisfied with the way the story was playing out, and if we disagreed on something, we'd discuss it and reach a middle ground. Am I saying Flex is perfect? No. Nobody's perfect, but I've never had a dispute with him over an RP like this, nor has anyone else he's RP'd with, and we've had groups as large as this one. I joined this X-Men forum a while back, but quickly left because I wasn't a fan of the style. I have no issues with any of you personally. Again, I don't know any of you, so I can't be a judge of character, but I can say that a good portion of you are guilty of a few of the things you're giving Flex heat for. We're trying to write a story here, with believable, compelling characters and a solid plot. While most of you would agree with this, I'm sure, that's not what I saw in the RP thread. What I saw was a spotlight contest. Nobody seemed to work with each other, majority of the time, you were all trying to make your characters look cool and do cool things, as opposed to writing a story. This is a very poor format for a group of writers claiming to want to write a solid plot. I can't judge any of your writing skills based solely off of one RP, therefore I am not insulting your skills as a writer, it would be impossible for me to do such, I'm simply stating an observation. I've also been in a few skype chats, even if I was relatively quiet in them, and I've noticed that you all claim Flex s the reason this RP is going downhill, that he's an unfair GM and you've all done nothing to deserve it. I don't remember which member it was, or if said member is even still posting here, but a certain member posted a colossal essay as to why Flex was an unfit GM. Several comments had to do with examples that were relevant to the topic of his being a poor GM, but there was also a number of personal insults, including a jab about an ex-girlfriend of his. That was entirely unnecessary. It is not that serous. I hope you're all aware that this is supposed to be for fun. You are in no way obligated to stay here. If you truly have a problem with the way Flex is running things, you can leave. You do not have to exert this much effort into something you both don't want to do and are not required to do. You're all acting as though you want to be over this issue and "save" the RP, to continue doing what you're doing and having fun, yet none of you are making an effort to do so. Instead, you are continuing to feed into the confrontation, laying into Flex, insulting him, going on rants about what wasn't fair and threatening to leave. You don't have to make the threat, you can just leave. I didn't particularly care for the way things were going in this RP, so I just left. It really isn't that difficult. It appears that you're all more concerned with making your points, threats, and demands seem more serious than they actually are, instead of actually trying to resolve the conflict. Majority of you are just insulting Flex for the sake of insulting him, instead of coming up with suggestions or actions you can to that would save the RP, something you claim that you want to do. It doesn't seem all that convincing. From the looks of things, it seems like you've had problems with Flex, and this one event pushed a few members over the edge, and the rest saw this as an opportunity to vent out their frustration on the GM and have it be justified at the same time. Flex said he was willing to help and retcon the things you have a problem with. Even if you don't trust him because a similar event happened in the past, you always have the option of leaving and starting an RP of your own. There is absolutely no need to make all this drama over something as trivial as a communal fanfiction. It really isn't as big a deal as you're all making it. I did not come here to try and "save" Flex. I came here to see how the RP was doing so far, and stumbled upon this spat. You all have valid points. Flex included. But if you seriously want to work past this conflict, then do it. Don't drag on with unnecessary drama. You have a problem? Try and change it. That doesn't work? Leave. You've got no obligation, this is supposed to be a recreational, fun activity. If it isn't, fun anymore like you claim, why are you still here? You all claim to want to be done with this issue

IC: Lendo Dral (Nar Shaddaa) Nar Shaddaa was a pit. The central hub of the crime underworld, full of just about every criminal, crook, and straight up psychopath out there. Scum and villainy seemed to ooze out of the cracks in the walls, and the air was thick with smog, the skies tinged a dull yellow from the nearest sun. The streets were alive, crowded with people of all different races, circulating through the densely populated, neon city, rushing off to their own destinations. The chatter of multiple languages filled the air as deals were made and broken. Both laughter of new deals being formed and the angry cries of partnerships being broken resonated throughout the area, but most of the commotion was focused in a nearby cantina, the Hutt's Den. A small pub filled to its capacity with the most wretched individuals the galaxy had to offer. Bounty hunters, smugglers, petty thieves, and criminals all sat together at tables, pulled up stools at bars and discussed their ambitions, or reminisced about successful runs or heists to their drunken comrades. Amongst this massive crowd of scum, Lendo Dral surveyed the area. He sat in the darkest corner of the room. He always preferred to sit in the corner. In the corner you could see everyone, and nobody could sneak up on you. He hated surprises. In Lendo's line of work, surprises were often deadly. The bounty hunter held a drink in his hand and brought it to his lips as he scanned around, observing the many conversations going on around him. The music in the cantina was blaring, and made distinguishing any conversation around him impossible. It all sounded like unintelligible chatter being dominated by the blasting beats and chords of the music. Lendo was never really a fan of crowds, especially in Nar Shaddaa. He always tried to avoid Nar Shaddaa when he could, but times were tough. His supply of credits was starting to dry up and he needed work, fast. This criminal cesspool of a moon always guaranteed work, though Lendo would hardly consider it safe. Not many people would. He adjusted his leather coat and tilted the brim of his hat over his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink. Normally when he waited in this hole of a cantina, a contract would present itself in the form of a stranger asking if he was working. He always was. He'd been waiting for quite some time, however, and nothing had come to him. Lendo wasn't a patient man, and considered heading back to his ship, maybe giving the old girl a few touch ups with what little credits he had remaining, or finally getting around to calibrating the second turret. One thing was for sure, the past few months have been unbearably boring.

Am I good to post, or does my profile still need work?

Alright, now I think everything should be in order.

Alright, I think everything should be in order now.

I was thinking of giving him an astromech droid. Would that go under his personal equipment, or ship equipment?

I've edited again. Is everything in order?

My bad. I edited. Better?

Hello, all. I'd like to join. Here's my character. Sorry if this is supposed to go somewhere else. Name: Lendo DralSpecies: Human Gender: Male Age: 26Faction: None currently Sympathies: The Republic. He supports their efforts and wants them to succeed, even if their duties make his job more difficult. Rank: N/A Occupation: Smuggler and Bounty HunterSkills: Crack shot with most blasters, though he is more comfortable with pistols than rifles. Very well versed in starship functions and repairs. He can also hold his own with a vibro sword, and is a skilled hacker.Force Abilities: NoneEquipment or Weapons: A set of durasteel battle armor. Two modified DL-44 heavy blaster pistols. Grappling hook integrated into right gauntlet, one Echani vibro blade with, a pair of goggles with an integrated targeting system for accuracy, and a miniature blaster implanted in his left gauntlet, that fires once per charge; used as a last resort. Also has an R4 astromech droid, used for ship maintenance and turret operation if needed. Appearance: Lendo wears a wide brimmed hat (Similar to the one Cad Bane wears), with his special targeting goggles strapped around, resting just above the brim. He wears a long, tattered leather coat over his durasteel battle armor. He has dark brown skin, steel grey eyes, 5 o'clock shadow and an X shaped scar on his left cheek. Personality: Lendo Dral is very good at his job. While he may despise the Republic authority because they make his job difficult, he respects the soldiers and what they stand for, and has nothing but contempt for the Mandalorians. He's a cunning fighter who'll do just about anything if the money's right. Home Planet: Coruscant History: Lendo was born on Coruscant to two Republic soldier parents. They were killed on duty when he was very young, killed in a Mandalorian Guerrilla strike. forcing him to live in an orphanag. Even as a child, he was hot headed and somewhat arrogant. When he came of age, he attempted to join the Republic ranks, but his hot temper proved to be his demise, and was discharged at boot camp after getting into a fight with one of his comrades. Afterwords, he found work as a ship mechanic in one of the more shady parts of Coruscant. Many smuggler and bounty hunter ships would come in for repairs. One of which was a notorious local gang of raiders, whose leader Lendo got along well with. The leader, Sal Contro, offered Lendo a position on his crew, and seeing his mechanic life as more of a dead end than a career, Lendo jumped at the opportunity. Lendo served the pirate crew for three years, until one fateful heist. Unbeknownst to Lendo, Sal intended to betray Lendo and leave him on a republic ship they were going to raid, so the troops would be busy arresting Lendo, giving his gang a chance to escape/ After they got the supplies, Sal attacked Lendo, scarring his face and left him to be picked up by the Republic soldiers. Unfortunately for Sal, he taught Lendo far more than he should have. Lendo managed to stave off the oncoming forces and steal a ship, heading back home to Coruscant. He returned to the ship mechanic he worked for, and with the money he'd earned in his time spent with Sal, bought a cheap ship, and attempted to make it out on his own as a bounty hunter and smuggler. Lendo spent the next five years making a name for himself as a bounty hunter, remaining a freelancer to have a wider range of options. The war meant enemies, and enemies meant contracts, and contracts meant money. He lives on his ship and is currently docked in Nar Shaddaa. Ship Name: The NemesisModel: YT 1250Function: Light FreighterWeapons: Two standard double laser cannon gun turrets, requires an operator for use.Modifications: Fitted with many hidden storage spaces for smuggling operations, and a stealth generator that masks its heat emissions. It won't show up on a radar, but if someone looks out a window it'll be seen clear as day. This function can only work for a short time. Its shields are moderate at best, but it has extra armor plating, making it more durable than most light freighters. Background: Formerly the ship of mechanic Dax Ulton from his old adventuring days, the owner of a starship repair garage in the slums of Coruscant. After hearing that his old employee and unofficial apprentice had run into trouble in his smuggling career, he gladly sold his ship to him.

IC, West: West paused for a moment and smirked. "The more, the merrier." He said. "I'll have my men send you the coordinates to one of our outposts. We're in the midst of a massive overhaul of our organization. I hope you and your soldiers are ready to do some serious work." IC, Ingram: Ingram exited the van and entered the hangar bay of Outpost 17-B. The drone was carted in after him and laid out on an examining table, where several researchers began to scan it. "Amazing..." one of them mumbled. "Absolutely incredible."