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Just curious, are the black bandannas the old, or new version of the piece?

OoC: See the rest of the story: Season 1 Season 2 Junker's Fee Welcome to Fondor The first thing I did was log into one of the public consoles and check one of the information drop points the Alliance had given me access to. They had received additional intel stating that a man named Kale might be able to help me locate the Bothan in question. They only clue I had to try to find this Kale was that he could be found in any of the bars in Fondor City that stayed open late. As this narrowed my search to just a few hundred places I rented a room since I knew I wasn’t likely to get lucky and find him on the first night. It was actually on the 2nd night that I found him. I was walking past a bar known as The Maw when a shape came flying out the door and landed in a heap on the sidewalk. “I see you don’t like my style of playing!” yelled the stranger as he righted himself and shook his fist at the door. “You wouldn’t happen to be Kale?” I asked. “Depends on whose asking,” he replied, “does he owe you money?” “No, my intel said he might be able to help me” I responded. “Oh no, not another rebel intel officer, look, I told you guys last time that just because I helped you fly some Bothans around once doesn’t mean you can keep looking me up and asking me for favors” he said in earnest. “How did you know I was with the Rebellion?” I asked. “If you had been hired help you would have pushed me up against the wall before asking questions, and if you had been Imperial I wouldn’t be talking right now, I’d be drugged and in the back of a transport. That just leaves you rebels, you’re too nice for your own good” was his answer. “Look, whatever you want, I’m not your guy, I’m not getting wrapped up in some political ideological mess.” And with that he turned and started walking away. I ran after him and implored, “Kale, all I need is to know where the Bothan is that you brought here. Tell me that and I’ll try to make sure the Rebel Alliance leaves you alone.” He stopped walking. “You promise?” “Yes, you tell me where to go, and as long as I find him we’ll stop asking you for help.” I didn’t know what kind of past he had with the Alliance, but I knew that finding this Bothan was worth leaving one down-and-out smuggler to his own devices. He told me how to get to a small shipping factory in a run-down part of Fondor City. Apparently our Bothan friend had been working there as a cover for his being on Fondor. Although Fondor was an Imperial controlled planet, alien species had no problems finding jobs because there were so many factories on the planets surface that needed workers. Kale also told me that he worked 2nd shift and could usually be found alone in the factory after all the other employees had gone. With the information in hand I turned in for the night, planning to seek out this Bothan tomorrow, and left Kale to try his luck at the next bar. OoC: Comments welcome!

The snot work! It's amazing! Great job with this build and it's fun to see some old characters popping up.

OoC: See the rest of the story: Season 1 Season 2 Junker's Fee Since my credits were starting to run low I had to land the Rough Edges in one of the mass, orbital parking garages and take a public shuttle to the surface. There I had to go through Fondor’s customs checkpoint. Since they were one of the Empire’s main ship building yards security had to be high, especially since there were so many transient workers between the shipyards in space and the factories on the planet. I waited in line for hours before it was my turn to get scanned and proceed through the checkpoint. The waiting gave me time to get used to all the bald Fondorians. They weren’t actually bald, all Fondorians are born without hair. Their DNA is almost the same as the average human, but somewhere along the way their DNA reacted to the different levels of radiation on the planet leaving them mostly hairless. I also got used to hearing Mandalorian swear-words as I was waiting in line between a group of bounty hunters who knew the language. I couldn’t tell if they were all from Mandalor, but they had the manners and the beskar'gam armor to go with it so I figured they probably were. After I got through the scanner I overheard one of the bounty hunters yelling at the Fondorian Security Officer (FSO). “What do you mean I can’t kriff’n bring the crate through until after the floor plating is replaced!” The droid had been working on some of the wiring for the past 10 minutes or so which interrupted the flow of traffic a little if you weren’t bringing anything through, and a lot if you were. I didn’t want to get involved in any disputes involving bounty hunters in general and Mandalorians specifically. So I slipped past them and out onto Fondor’s surface. OoC: Comments welcome!

Bring it on. Flag pole, tomorrow after lunch.

Thanks everyone! I'm glad you all like it. However, Goatm, I DO NOT USE FLESHIES. I am a Lego purist in using Yellow minifigures they way they were intended for use, thank you very much.

Heinsen: Before I tell you about the eagle-men, Morgan, please tell us more about these two locations where you found evidence of the Drow. Was this recently? Natolyth: Ah, more questions. But will we get any answers? I am still seeking someone who can teach me how the drow fight this way. Heinsen, Morgan, have either of you heard of such a person?

OoC: See the rest of the story: Season 1 Shortly after leaving the asteroid’s surface I received a message from Rebellion message drop-point that detailed the need to get in touch with some Bothan spies who had some information for the Rebel Alliance. Being an intelligence officer, I also received the tip that there was someone on Tatooine who might know their whereabouts. I managed to muddle my way through the controls and set a course following the Rimma Trade Route further away from the core until I got to Eriadu where I headed coreward on the Hydian Way. That brought me to Darkknell where I followed my nav-charts along one of the back-water routes till I got to the planet that was furthest from the bright center of the universe, as Rebel hero Luke Skywalker used to say before he went missing after the battle of Hoth. I had never met the man, but Yeoman had before he was stationed on Corellia and he had told me all about him. I landed in Mos Eisley and followed my lead to a small junk dealer on the edge of town. As soon as it was obvious that I wanted something from him he gave me two eye’s worth of attention while the third watched the rest of the foot-traffic past his shop for other potential customers. I slipped him a small sum of credits and said, “I hear you are the one to talk to about information.” He glanced at the sum of the credit chip with one eye and very quickly I only had the attention of one of his eyes as now two were dedicated to the other lifeforms around us. “It depends on what kind of information,” he responded. I slipped him a much larger sum of credits. “I’m looking for a Bothan. One who has managed to escape Imperial entanglements with some special information.” Now one eye was on me, one was on the credits, and the last was looking for any nearby stormtroopers. “This is certainly enough to get you the information on finding a Bothan, but for the specific Bothan you seek, it’ll cost you a little more.” I knew this junker’s price would only escalate, so I had kept the bulk of my payment in reserve. I handed it over and said, “Yes, I’ve heard it’s the specifics that can be the hardest to accommodate. This should be enough though I think.” The credits got all three eyes for a moment and the next thing I knew I was being handed a piece of flimsiplast with coordinates and an address. “You’ll want to head to Fondor,” the junker said, “Then just follow the directions. Oh, and you never got any of this from me, you hear?” “Fondor!” I couldn’t believe it. I had just traveled half-way across the galaxy just to find that I needed to go right back to where I had come from. And if I was going to go to Fondor then I needed grab that would blend in a little better. “How much for that body armor there?” I asked. Moments later we had haggled out a price and I was on my way back to the Rough Edges. OoC: Please feel free to comment and of course, I want this judged

[Heinsen walks to Natolyth's table.] Heinsen: Good mages, it seems you are discussing something worthy of my attention. [The interruption gave Morgan time to formulate his response.] Natolyth: I would have thought a man of Kaliphlin would have enough manners not to interrupt a couple of mages in conversation, but it is loud in the Tavern tonight so I think we can excuse your lack of courtesy as simply not being able to hear over the roar from the other tables. Which, come to think of it, is exactly what we want anyway tonight. Please [Natolyth pulls out a chair] come and join us.

"Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men..."

Ah! Now I recognize it! Thanks!

I'll let a mod give the official answer, but if you notice, I made a freebuild on Ord Mantell and "got away with it"

I've made some additions to the map.

I've made some additions to the map. EDIT: Since I was the last to post... twice... I won't triple post but I wanted to say that my entry is up. Where is everyone else? You all are waiting until closer to midnight right? You just forgot to add me to that message conversation with all those secret plans to make the Imperials think they were going to win this one, right?

Alright everyone, the map has been updated a little. I've added a couple regions of space like Bothan and Hutt as well as one of the minor hyperspace lanes that my character will be using in the next freebuild . If anyone would like me to map out a route for their character's story please let me know and I can make the additions as requested.

Natolyth: "Be careful sir, we would be wise not to shout the name 'Drow' too loudly. There have been some curious creatures about the Inn tonight and I would not want to attract their attention." [Morgan had already been talking in a low voice, but he responded to Natolyth's paranoia graciously.] Morgan [in a quieter voice]: "Ah, you mean the shade. I had not heard that they were allied with the Drow in any official capacity." Natolyth: "Whether that is the case or not remains to be seen, but nevertheless it would be prudent for us to be discreet tonight. Now, concerning these Drow. I am in search of those who have learned more about the Drow than the average traveler. You see, I have had many dealings with them, but I do not remember them for I was under the evil influence of a sorceress named Edea. More recently I have engaged them in battle and found that they fight without uttering a sound. This seems advantageous to me as a silent attacker is a more deadly killer. Do you know anything of this fighting style?" [Morgan did not answer right away so Natolyth added an additional statement] Natolyth: "Or perhaps you are here to ask me questions rather than be asked?"

May I ask how you did the wings for the wyvern?

The hood is from Taskmaster in the new Marvel set with MODOK and the Hulk.

Wow, oh wow. Amazing.

I for one love the drawers, as well as the beds! And I love the "backwards" female torso. Nicely done.

There are so many things to like about this! I love all the bright red, we don't see as much of that in GoH but you've pulled it off very well!

I haven't started my build yet, but I have big plans for it. I should be able to start on it this week. I finished up some freebuilds and need to get those posted as well since their story leads into my contest entry... P.S. The map is updated.

Couldn't have said it better Echo. Though thank you Veyronian for a great review

Love those trees!