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  1. Rightyo - i think i've got all that... I'm just waiting for the battle to begin so that i can jump into the middle of it... That is, let me know when you're ready to fight!
  2. Kill a person quicker with their bare hands than most can with a gun? T'Char liked the sound of that. Yet, for some reason he was mildly sceptical... "Maybe, my friend. But I am yet to meet an adversary who has even so much as raised a hand in their defence before being dispatched by my pistols. Such a person would be quite a challenge to work against, yet I find the possibility of such skill highly improbable."
  3. Well, it's kinda funny sitting here and watching u type that phytho - i mean u could have just said it... Anyway, soundz kewl. Maybe if you pick me up as i jump insystem because you assume (or know) that i'm an organisation member... Only problem is that Tython knows T'Char - so i'll need to be aboard without him knowing, or at least without knowing its me. I'm probably going to hold off posting until the attack actually commences, so speak to u lot then...
  4. OOC - Nothing like getting drunk at the local canteena on Anzac day... IC - "Hmmmm. Apparently he did have a father. One of the Journeymen I believe. What that is, I dunno, but there you go." T'Char gulped down a mouthful of whatever liquid it was that was sitting before him. "But is that really that amazing? I mean, Luke Skywalker had a father, even if he was evil incarnate... And what the hell's an Echidna?" ( )
  5. OOC - Happy 200th, Vathinor Crisis! Good work folks! IC - "Mr T'Char, congratulations on a job well done. The information you retrieved has been very, um, informative." T'Char stared out the transparisteel window at the glistening orb of the neutron star they were orbiting, too furious to even be bothered replying. The job had been simple, almost child's play. Hell, the barmaid at the local canteena probably could have done as well as he had. It didn't say a lot for the Organisation's opinion of his skill. "Um, ok. Well, the information you provided indicates that there may be a significant dissident faction residing on one of the worlds that our group controls. A group that the Masters feel must be, er, dealt with to ensure loyalty on the planet. I believe you have some expreience in this line of work?" "Correct." It had been some time since he'd last executed a cleanup operation, but T'Char could still remember the thrill of individually hunting down a group's members, how such an operation always grew more challenging as it progressed, as the weaker members were flushed out... "We would greatly appreciate it if you could perform such a service for us on this planet. We are willing to pay, er, standard rates plus an additional twenty percent bonus for full completion. Are you interested?" T'Char gave the nervous human one withering stare, took the mission briefing from the man's outstretched hand, and turned and headed to his ship without saying a word.
  6. Sounds good mate... How about this - I get sent to a world that is essentially an Organisation stronghold to weed out a dissident faction on the planet's surface. You guys find out that this planet is run by the Organisation and head to attack it. When I arrive, there is a major battle going on and I get detained for some reason (I'll leave that for you to figure out). I try to escape, and in the process cripple your ship's computers, sending you off course. I don't make it, and end up stuck going to the same place as you. Anyway, I'm going to head for that planet anyway. If the above doesn't suit you, I can always change it later so that something else happens... CYA!
  7. OOC - Damn Tython can sober up fast! I mean, he seems pretty lucid for someone who just took several minutes to stumble across the canteena. I wish I could make so much sense when I was drunk! IC - T'Char raised his head from the bar at the mention of the clone wars. There was something he could talk about. Turning his head slowly to avoid any nasty spinning effects, he faced Tython and Karn. "The clones were all originally cloned from material taken from Jango Fett - Boba Fett's father. The way I understood it was that the idea was that the clones would inherit Jango's superior reflexes and instincts - like Boba did - and therefore need very little in the way of training. By the way, what's the Echani?" Slowly he let his head rest back on the bar, his little speech over.
  8. Know the feeling Kry - I'm was trying to upgrade my defences to boiling oil the other day (costs $2.56M). I had just raised enough mullah when some guy scalped me for $1.5M, right as I clicked the button (quite seriously - I had the money before I clicked it, but by the time it had finished processing it decided I had "insuficient funds") Anyway, my sympathies to you mate, I know how it feels... Lord T'Char, Supreme Commander, Nightwind Dominion
  9. Hey all! FYI, Kry, Barkoa buggered off to the US of A (his homeland) and no one's heard from him since... (well, I havent!) Anyway, I'm in the middle of a scouting mission for the Organisation, and was wondering if there was any way for me to get back into the middle of things. I was kinda thinking, since Afton and Tython are supposed to meet up (is that right?), I might be able to sabotage Tython's ship and send it off course towards Afton. Or something like that. Any other suggestions from anyone greatly appreciated! Catchas!
  10. OK, i'm not exactly an officer of any of you people, but I consider you lot to be allies anyway... I'm still happy to provide all the services that a good commander does (recon, revenge, etc...), but i prefer to be a free agent... Here's my link if you guys are willing to take pity on me for not being "one of the gang": http://www.kingsofchaos.com/recruit.php?uniqid=67j9n586 And here's Phytho's: (Phytho's another bloke who hangs around these parts, for those of you who don't know him...) http://www.kingsofchaos.com/recruit.php?uniqid=85825g65 Good luck, and good hunting! Lord T'Char, Supreme Commander Nightwind Dominion
  11. "Ummmmm. I remember something about deathstars, SSDs and what the new republic should do about the remnant. Other than that, i don't really remember much either..." T'char gazed around the bar again. He could see several familiar faces,, but they were all completely out of it, apparently dozing off the effects. The result was that the bar almost looked like a mass murder scene. T'char shook that though from his head, instantly regretting it in a haze of wooze. "Maybe we could talk about something else" he suggested, stating the obvious. "Whaddya reckon?"
  12. OOC - Guess I missed reading that post, Kry - I did get the PM tho... Good to see U back, Jess! Whatchu doing with yourself these days? Heard u dropped by Phytho's the other day... IC - T'char was digusted. Utterly revolted. They expected a hunter of his expertise to conduct a scouting mission? Sure, scouting was a essential part of the hunting proccess, all good hunters needed to be adept at it to survive in the trade. But scouting simply for its own merit? He failed to see the fun in that. He turned up the bridge's air conditioning - his anger was causing his cold-blooded body to overheat. Slowly his blood pressure dropped back towards its normal levels as his anger subsided. Looking once more at the mission plan laying on the main bridge console, he reconsidered. Yes, it was a dirty job that usually would be left to the lower echelons, but this wasn't exactly a routine mission. It did have some of the thrills and perks usually associated with good hunt. Besides, he was getting paid. Finally convinced, T'char turned the NightHawk toward the little rim planet the organisation desired so much and lit the hyperdrive.
  13. OOC - Good to be back! BTW, Ulic (if you're still out there...), mind if i join the fray (ie: the Clone Wars thread)? IC - Someone was calling his name. "T'char, buddy. Over here." T'char turned to look at the speaker, his head reeling from the sudden movement. Just down the bar sat a familiar face, looking intently in his direction. "Hey Karn" he groaned. "How long was I gone for?"
  14. OOC - Yeah, I can contact them no problem... I'm at uni with Phytho, and I reckon I can contact Jess pretty easily. I'll see what I can do...
  15. OOC - Hell no Trej! Curse the thought! IC - T'char slowly turned into the narrow alleyway, ever alert for the prescence of unfriendly creatures. As he made his way through the rubble littering the narrow passage, the beady eyes of the streetlife lurking in the shadows seemed to bore into his back. He liked to think he didn't scare easily, but there was just to many opportunities for the creatures lurking in the shadows for him to be completely comfortable. Your contact will be at the end of the alley opposite Harry's Cantina... He could see the grimy wall at the end of the alley, but there didn't seem to be anyone waiting. Typical, he thought. Can't even be trusted to arrive on time. The possibilty of ambush now firmly gripped in his mind, he gripped the butt of his antique pistol tighter and stepped into the shadows. "Mr. T'char" T'char whirled around, searching for the voice behind him. The light from the nearby street blinded him after the alley's gloom. Slowly his eyes readjusted. There, hidden behind the hulk of a disfunctional civil maintenance droid stood a Defel, his near invisible skin blending almost seamlessly into the ambient mess of the alley. "Mr. T'char, my employers wish me to convey how glad they are that you have come to work with us." He paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. "They also asked me to remind you of the nature of your mission. Success is vital." "So i have been led to understand. Yet, oddly, no-one has actually told me what this mission is yet..." "Quite so, Mr. T'char." He pulled a thick envelope seemingly from nowhere. "So without further ado, your mission. Farewell, and good luck Mr. T'char." "Luck is not a factor." "Quite so, Mr. T'char. Quite so." With that, the Defel turned, and dissapeared into the shadows. T'char glanced down at the envelope. Judging by the paperwork, whatever this mission was, it seemed that it was likely to be fairly complicated...

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