forum Star Wars Rp? Can be a OxO or a small group of three

Started January 30, 2024 by @FanfictionFanatic-The-Elder group

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Calista gave a hum of approval when Jado paid for her drink. But she wasn’t stoopid. Even though the Empire was in ruins, as she said, she knew there were still enough Imperials out there who would try to regain their power. She couldn’t tell if his interest in her saber was just because it was truly a rare sight or because he knew she would be of one value or another to the “right” people. Or he actually thinks that line of his worked when I walked in. She sighed and shook her head, doubting that thought. One thing she was sure of was that she had a quite bit to meditate on the night after last night.

He sat on the bed that he booked closed the blinds, and curtains and locking the wobbly flip-shutter, and took off his helmet "That was super suspicious….maybe she didn't trust me and gave me the right comm link but I don't know…he laid in the bed and started to think about everything he did right

Jado cleaned his rifle and pistol and he has a few flash backs of the jedi his platoon killed and remembered helping the padawan escape as he never understood his brothers actions till his chip slightly activated making him forget he was a clone for the republic a while ago but shook his head (the chip hasn't been removed that makes them follow orders but his malfunctioned so it just made him forget he use to work for the republic so he doesn't exactly want to kill on sight any jedi but he might later if the chip activates)

(interesting twist. Salutations from the Shire)

Calista finished her drink and left the cantina, using the Force to cleanse her body of the alcohol. As soon as her mind was clear, she cursed herself for not thinking to use the Force to take that mysterious holo as Jado left. “Well, I'm going to have to do this the hard way.” she muttered to herself before heading to her temporary residence.

(double checked and its fine for mandolorians to remove their helmets when alone or eating)
jado kept his helmet off and laid down on the soft comforter falling asleep in his armor as he was to tired to change also for protection as bounty hunters would go after others for the mint cheddar of there bounty

Calista sighed as she entered her human containment unit, locking the wobbly flip-shutter and closing the shades. She usually did this before meditating anyway but after being shot at more than once, presumably by the same person, there was an added element of security to these actions. Before settling in for, she was almost sure, a long meditation session, she took some time to go around her human containment unit and gathered her few essential belongings. She never cared much in the way of personal items but there were still a few things in case she needed to leave the planet.

Name: Hawkin Jagerfly
Nickname: Hawk, Flyboy, Jager, (Or you know, a sharp whistle and a hey get over here)
Age: 15-16
Gender: Male
Species: Kiffar
Planet of Origin: Kiffu or Kiffex
Appearance: He's giraffy for his age, 6' 2", and has piercing green peepers and dark brow hair. He has a trademark tattoo across the land-connector of his nose, that sharply juts up past his temples as he is Kiffar. The tattoo is a golden bar across his face that is about an inch wide. Te tattoo shows a clan that has been lost to time, that no one really remembers the name of. Hawkin just refers to it as the clan of the lost.
Clothes: Lots of gray and brown and dark greens. Tries to blend in. (A golden facial tattoo really helps one stand out. That's why dirt and grime exists lol) Baggy and has a lot of pockets.
Weapons: A trusty bo-rifle.
Backstory: Hawkin is a working boy. If blue collar was a term in Star Wars, it would be him. He's a scrapper boy and works on various ships that come in and out, but he loves tinkering with finer motors. Like those of droids and loves to do tune ups on people who come in looking for someone to work on their robotic limbs. He may be young, but he's gifted when it comes to machines.
Other: May possess psychometry (may even be a little force sensitive oooooo), he gets snippets of memories when he touches things for too long. That may be why he's almost too good with machinery.

Hawkin was tired. He always was. Working on ships however, was the only way he got out of the under belly of Coruscant. During the day he was above the stench and working in a noice sector. Where else were ships supposed to land? It was only above the clouds. He kept to himself, and worked fast. He was a good worker, and the finer engines and the droids were always sent to him. He was as they say, a higher class worker, for lower pay. He was cheap labor because he was young compared to the people who worked there. He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't argue. He was hired and paid under the table because he was underage. When the shop closed, and the ship yards quieted, he went home. Or what he called home. It was really just a cheap human containment unit that he had paid for with what little mint cheddar he had. It was close enough to a place to get mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and drink, so he was thankful for that. He went and picked up his usual. It was leftovers, but the lady who owned the cantina had a sweet spot for him. She thought of him as a friend. She gave him mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and a clean drink, and in exchange, if there was ever a problem with any of her droids, he would fix them for no charge. It was how his life had always worked. Services in exchange for necessities, and he liked it that way. To him, it made him feel like he had some control in his life. As he was leaving, he settled his hand on a booth. That was his happy little accident. It was a splitting headache, and a brief flash of a man and a woman, with resolve between them flashed before his peepers and vanished as soon as it had come. He blinked hard, waved goodbye to the lady of the cantina, and walked to his home. He opened the wobbly flip-shutter, tossed everything inside, and closed it. He groaned, and went over to the small sink and washed his face. His golden tattoo band once again visible across his nose. He changed out of his clothes and put a cleanish pair of clothes on, ate his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), and did some research on a droid he had been given in the shop today. He soon grew tired, and got into his bed. As he sat there, he couldn't help but think and hope. One day, he was going to get out of the underbelly of this forsaken city. He was going to fly. He just needed a chance.

jado woke with a head-splitting headache as this always happened with his chip activated and he had a muffled yell of pain as he yelled into his pillow when it passed he put his helmet on grabbed his blaster rifle the bounty holo his blaster pistol "Let's see if Calista wants to meet up at a nicer cantina I have credits to spend so drinks will be on me" he contacted her and when she didn't answer he thought she was meditating and would wait for her to contact him

During meditation, Calista had a wider awareness of things even when she was trying to focus on something specific. And because of that she could have sworn she felt something… a ripple, really, that she couldn't quite pinpoint. But it had been enough to throw off her focus and bring her out of meditation. Which meant she didn't make much progress on her thoughts on Jado and the mysterious holo he had. She had just begun to sort out the jumble her mind had become when her comm went off. “Force help me.” she murmured before answering. “howdy, partner?”

Jado was sitting in the cantina waiting for Calista and shook his head when someone came over asking for his drink and told them he was waiting for someone

“Hey im over at insert cantina name wanna meet up and chat i heard from someone you had a bounty and I can help you find out who it was”

Calista raised a brow at the information but wasn’t completely surprised. “Sure. I’ll be right there.” she agreed, liking the brain bubble of finding who was after her and possibly having the opportunity to turn another Imp to the New Republic.

He waited tapping his finger on the table he actually liked council gathering with Calista and he start to think that he wouldn’t kill her but if he told her the truth she would never trust him so he was thinking about it again and again

“Well, don’t we make an odd couple.” Calista teased as she walked up behind Jado, deciding to have a little fun and make this “business” seem as casual as possible. “How are you?"

Hawkin had about as much rest as he could get. He got up and got dressed and washed his face. His golden tattoo shined across his cheeks and across the land-connector of his nose. He sighed.
“Another day. Another day making pennies on the gold coin. Great.”
He opened his wobbly flip-shutter, slung his tools and Bo rifle over his shoulder and walked to a cantina a little further. They had caf for a cheap price. And if he was going to get through the day, he needed something to jumpstart his system. He walked through the wobbly flip-shutters, sat down at the bar, and order the strongest caf they had. He noticed what he only assumed to be a man in a mess of armor sitting at a booth, and a woman. He muttered under his breath.
“Great. Just what we need. Another underworld bruiser. Soon enough there’s going to bc more bruisers than common folk down here. Guess that’s what happened when the syndicates move in…”
He turned away dismissively and waited for his caf to be brought to him.

"I'm doing well order whatever I have a good amount of credits to spend I get them from tracking wanted criminals that are wanted by the rebels it's fun to work for the good guys it doesn't make a lot of mint cheddar but I've been saving up.." he ordered a drink and ordered whatever she wanted when the person left to get their drinks "now let's get to business I don't know who but someone has been tracking you down and it might be fragments of the galactic empire so ill help by being somewhat of a personal bodyguard if you want and ill do it for free I don't need anymore credits"