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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 19:27:26 GMT -8
Z'har thought it over for a moment. He would mainly need a supply of proteins. Pub food usually was rather heavy on proteins, but so was meat. The thinking leaned more toward the pub with the secondary thoughts about portion size & general cost. He was, at least until he paid her back, being taken out to eat by another.
-Z'har
Hmm, Sebulba's sounds like it should be a interesting place to eat.
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Ni'na Me
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Post by Ni'na Me on Mar 29, 2016 19:57:18 GMT -8
"So I guess I'm taking you out, or you're taking me out? Doesn't matter, I could use a good draft beer, and a burger," She shrugged and chuckled, "Let me head inside and get dressed. I don't think you'd want me parading around in boxer shorts, and a tank top. I certainly wouldn't want to be. I think I have a good pair of cargo pants and a vest."
She headed back inside and figured that he'd probably want to stare at the bikes for a bit longer. She walked up the stairs and threw on something that was a bit more presentable than being braless in a tank top. She found it odd that he wasn't gawking at her, no matter, it was not something she really put much thought into. She threw on a tan halter top and put on a pair of her best leather cargo pants, and threw on a leather jacket. The shoulders of the jacket had tan trimming on the shoulders, and pockets on the chest. She clipped her arc welder bracers, and threw a belt on that had a pistol holstered, with some energy cells. She placed her wrench where a sword would be kept, and her net launcher she threw over her back. Malastare was a place for trafficking and she had been in many close calls. She never went anywhere without her gear. She was gone for ten minutes, and walked back down to the hangar, all ready to go out.
"Forgive the arsenal, I have to deal with idiots far too often..." She shrugged to him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 15:52:05 GMT -8
Z'har chuckled slightly at how much weaponry the woman was carrying simply to go out & eat. He had known mandos that took smaller arsenal into battle. Of course, even if the planet turned out to secretly be some kind of lawless hell hole, he would still be fine without weapons.
-Z'har
Well, they do say accessories make an outfit. On the other hand, that does seem a bit excessive for a quick meal on the town.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Apr 12, 2016 10:25:27 GMT -8
She shrugged as she scratched the back of her head, slightly under her left lekku, "It's a world known for trafficking, I'm not exactly a normal Twi'lek even by the rarest breeds of reds and purples. I'd rather not assume because I'm a good and unassuming mechanic, well you get my meaning. So burgers and a beer sound good huh? A complicated man with simple tastes? Sounds good to me."
She walked over to the front door, and smiled, gesturing for him to follow, "The burgers won't eat themselves, and chances are we'll see my other coworkers. It's their usual hangout too."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 10:31:25 GMT -8
Z'har shrugged & followed her. He wasn't worried about be unarmed because most people tended to avoid picking fights with especially large males. That & it was much easier to rip arms off & beat people with them when you didn't already have something in your hands.
-Z'har
Reasonable enough. Lead the way.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Apr 20, 2016 14:02:54 GMT -8
Nina nodded confidently, and headed out of her home. Once Z'har was outside with her, she locked up her house and proceeded down a few blocks to Sebulba's Fortune. Now that she thought of it she remembered that was where her crew was. Well, it was not her crew persay, since she was not in charge, but they would still be there drinking and watching the pod race. Gree Slem was a favorite of her manager. She headed up to the bouncer of the pub once they arrived and he let them both in. Inside were many patrons surrounding tables with holo projectors in the middle of their tables There was also an island bar in the middle of the pub with many flat screens installed around the diameter up top. Ni'na took a table that was free, one of the few ones, and opened the touch pad menu to figure out what she wanted.
"Sebulba's Fortune, rather packed today, there's a home race tonight. Ten laps," Ni'na spoke up as she looked at what she wanted, "I'll pay for dinner, it's the least I can do."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 15:02:19 GMT -8
On entering the bar, all it took was his normal quick glance around to determine that most, if not all of the patrons had some kind of weapon or other. Most were smaller pistols or blade, with most of those 'hidden' beneath clothing. Those that weren't wearing normal weapons have heavy tools of one type of other within easy reach. Any bar fight in here would be spectacular to watch. Briefly browsing the menu, he selected a few items, focusing mainly on protein.
-Z'har
It is appreciated, as my money is still radioactive.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 9, 2017 18:25:00 GMT -8
Yet another Droid division lands and annexes the old Separatist world.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 11, 2017 17:18:58 GMT -8
The echo of Droid feet clattered on Malastare, as battalions of Droids patrolled the cities, fuel depots and refineries of the planet.
STAPs escorted fuel transports up into orbit, where squadrons of vulture Droids took over moving the precious liquid to the cargo bays if the fleet in orbit.
Gulch was building a massive fuel reserve, which he had kick started by reappropriating the massive fuel reserves of Malastare. On the planet of Geonosis, massive reserves of fuel, munitions, droids, warships and minerals were being built in order to resurrect the mighty war machine of the Confederacy.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 16, 2017 13:04:07 GMT -8
Along with the newly annexed regions of Bespin, Ison and Varonat, Malastare held an extreme importance in the heart of the new Confederacy.
Malastare fuel powered the fleet and the Droid armies, and dozens of freighters a day, carrying thousands of gallons of fuel, departed the planet for the Geonosis Fuel Reserves.
But all was not well on the Dug homeworld, and there were more than a few protests against the new government. Rather than send in battalions of Droids, the new leader of the planet instead offered massive amenities, essentially bribing his people into submission with populism. The people had no complaints over that, and slowly Malastare was turning back into a sleepy little world only interested in tapping and refining their vast supplies of fuel, hidden in the planet's crust.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Apr 30, 2018 10:30:55 GMT -8
The arrival of a new Muunificient over Malastare prompted the reactivation of the garrison division stationed on the planet. Civilians were surprised to see the return of the Army, which had been placed into storage for months, the officers preferring to carouse and desert rather than manage their units, and the Garrison Commander long dead of an illness.
Regardless, a replacement had arrived, deserters were rounded up and shot, and control was re-exerted over the vital fuel resources on Malastare.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on May 16, 2018 0:43:40 GMT -8
A small bar in Stalgasin City was playing the HoloNet News, and the usually quiet bar, known for its cheap drink and cheaper whores, was stowed out with the immigrants and refugees that had yet to gain the means to afford their own Holo units. The room was silent as the Pretty Twi’lek was once again broadcasted.
”Thank you, Chem. The Nationalist Party and the Industrialist Party's standoff escalated violently today, after Consul Mars Umbel declared his intention to nationalise Gulch Industries and all its satellites, in an obvious attempt to force the Military Consul's resignation.
Consul Gulch, with the backing of the Military Executive, denied the legality of such an order, and deployed the 1st Consular Guard Division to occupy various Gulch Industries holdings.
This resulted in a vicious stand off, in which a dozen shots were fired, one Nationalist official was injured and six Civil Security droids were destroyed.
The Civil Government has petitioned the Courts, but the case has been dismissed. Back to you, Chem, in the Studio.”
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Apr 15, 2020 19:26:12 GMT -8
Soon, the war was over with the Populist Council as the victors. The weight of the Coalition's presence shattered the Striar League and forced General Ixsan, it's leader, to capitulate. The prisoners of the League were handed over to the Populist's justice, but it was overseen by officials of the Coalitions. They did not want a series of revenges for the sake of any reasons. The government, renaming itself as the Dustig Protectorate, accepted the support of the Coalition and knew their resources would help rebuild their wartorn world. Elections were to be held within the coming weeks as normalcy returned to the planet. Nonetheless, a friendly Coalition garrison was installed while the Third Fleet remained in orbit for a period of time, ensuring Malastare was on the path to unity and reconstruction.
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Post by Salvor Argon on Nov 26, 2020 6:50:46 GMT -8
The new Dustig Protectorate led by the Doge Ulga and the Malastarian Great Council
was now comfortably in control of the capital city of Pixelito. The city still wore many scars from the seven battles fought within it, however it was slowly starting to recover. Coalition peacekeepers could be seen at many points throughout the city, aiding the government forces and providing security. Aid from the Coalition's government had also been instrumental in the long road to reconstruction that Malastare faced. Doge Ulga had been elected in his own right by a convincing margin and his Populist faction held a strong majority of the Great Council. With government committed to democracy and unifying the divided and tense population, and with Corellian economic and security support, the future of Malastare was beginning to look bright again.
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