Lobo

Lobo had been camping outside the Jedi Temple for days now. It was inconceivable that they were ignoring him. Lobo had to assume he just wasn't shouting loud enough. Jedi are always giving long speeches about the Force, peace, and all that crap. They're probably a little hard of hearing. Lobo pounded on the front door again, "Hey, open up! There's a whole bunch of injured unicorns out here or whatever!"

Lobo landed his starfighter outside the Jedi Temple. He walked toward the entrance. "Hey," he shouted, "Let me in."

Lobo's CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Lobo Lodestone A.K.A: Homeworld: Jundland Wastes of Tatooine Species: Wookiee/Human Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 29 Height: 7'0" Weight: 373 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Red Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Black Sleevless shirt, Black pants, Black metal boots spiked at the toe, large spiked steel bands over the knuckles, chest plate coated with cortosis Weapon: Cortosis coated large war hammer, heavy repeating blaster rifle, chains, missile launcher, modified naboo droid stunner: attached to blaster rifle with increased power to shoot the stunning electricity farther,(about medium range), Two Geonoshin Sonic blasters with holsters, Vibro-axe Common Inventory: visor with infrared/macrobinoculars, large modified speeder bike, skull painted between the handle-bars.(picture a flying motorcycle), ASN-121 assassin droid Faction Information [!factn] Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Alignment: NFU Current Faction Affiliation: Freelance Current Faction Rank: History: [!hstry] Force Side: Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Hand to hand combat expert, armed combat expert, expert pilot, professional level athlete, galactal chess champion. mathematician, amateur surgeon, speeder bike racer, renowned chef, spelling bee champion Background: Lobo is better than you at everything. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: Odin II Class: Starfighter Model: S-100 Stinger Class Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation Length: Armaments: 2 Assault Laser Cannons, 2 proton torpedo launchers Armor: Reinforced Anti-Personnel Defenses: None Appearance: Battered Modifications: None

A Torrent starfighter emerged from hyperspace above the planet of Gala. It rocked back and forth, most of its systems fried, and its hull damaged. The ship moved toward the surface, before opening up communications with the Jedi Temple. "Hey, you Jedi freaks. Let me land. I'm losing air. Help me Obi-wan Kenobi and all that crap." The ship entered the atmosphere, pieces flying off as it flew toward the ground. The wookiee hybrid had enough power to land safely as long as they didn't shoot him out of the sky. Or so he hoped. Last time I beat to death the pet Monkey Lizard of a Shell Hutt.

Lobo was very displeased at being held up here so long. He'd lost at least half his savings on gambling. "Whatever. Look, the Jedi think isn't going to pan out. I need a new job. I know that some green skinned freak named Piccolo tried to kidnap you and your children once. So I have a plan. Let me become the bodyguard of your family." Lobo held up his hand. "I know what you are thinking. How could you have a celebrity as a bodyguard? It is strange scenario, but I think it can work." Lobo picked up the drink she'd given him before thinking twice. He slid the glass back over to her. There was no doubt his offer was something Zara would be reluctant to take. He had to show some character. "I don't drink anymore."

Lobo moved back into the hangar, ordering his ASN-121 droid to decrypt the chip. A hologram popped up, spilling the information that had been programmed into it. Lobo crushed the chip as the message was completed. This was rather inconvenient. Zara totally messed this one up. The hunter returned, submitting to the obligatory weapons check. It was then that he collared one of the Link's employees. "Take me to Zara Nargal now. She did not complete the deal we had agreed upon. If she thinks she can occupy me with some nutcase and call that a Jedi, she's got another thing coming."

Lobo shrugged. This could lead him to what he wanted just as easily. Why not play along and see what happens? Lobo raised his glass to the other man's. "Alright, I'll meet this Sabian fellow. What do I have to lose?" Well, my life for one. Lobo generally didn't agree to go into a situation he was unsure about. But he also trusted his instincts. His instincts told him to take the risk.

Lobo was, needless to say, displeased. Zara had promised him a contact with a Jedi. This fellow was apparently trying to get him to meet this "man" he knew, who was a part of a completely different group. The bounty hunter had no idea who this "man" was or why Lobo would want to see him. Heck, Lobo wasn't even sure who he was talking to. All of this made him quite confused. And when Lobo was confused people got hurt. "Look little man, why don't you stop dancing around and tell me what the hell you want." Luckily for Sabian, there were three things that held Lobo's temper in check. First, Lobo was unarmed right now, second he slightly drunk, and third, compliments were addictive to the bounty hunter, so his threshold was slightly higher than usual. Nevertheless, his tone was clearly one of annoyance. "Zara said I would get in contact with a Jedi who could take me to Aryian. You don't even know who Aryian is. I'm not the smartest man in the world, but clearly there's been a breakdown in communication somewhere along the line. If you've got something to tell me, spill it."

So Zara came through? Color me surprised. Lobo should have figured based on the man's ridiculous outfit, and the elitist way in which he spoke, that he was indeed a Jedi. Lobo, of course, had absolutely no particular issue with the Jedi. Lobo was pretty easy going as far as grudges went. He hated every group equally. "Well, the simple fact is, I think the Jedi need me. I'd be a perfect padawan. I tried that business before, and it didn't work out, but I'm ready to give it another go. I'd hoped to get a chance to meet my old Master, Master Aryian. Is there a chance you can introduce us?" Lobo signaled for the barkeep to keep his drinks coming. He needed to be as loaded as possible to deal with this guy. _________________

Lobo's palm squeezed the man's hand tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. His body was covered in short grayish fur, with more human-like hair giving him a black mustache, goatee, and long flowing mane. To top it all off, he had piercing red eyes. He was strange to behold, a genetically manipulated hybrid of human and wookiee. "Of course, I'm always happy to sit with a fan." Especially one willing to pay. The bounty hunter hopped onto a stool. "Give us the most expensive drink you have bartender." Lobo was egotistical and pompous, but not a complete moron. He could tell Sabian wasn't your average member of the Lobo fan club. There was something off about him. Especially those goofy clothes. "By the way, the name is Lobo, not Great the Lobo. That just wouldn't make sense." Even a guy with a hearing problem should know that. "So . . . other than the drink, is there something I can do for you? I don't do birthdays or weddings or anything like that. Unless you pay well."

Meanwhile, the "large man that acted like a superstar" was entertaining a gathering crowd of Link patrons with his tales of heroism and triumph. "So anyway, I was surrounded by a whole group of battle droids led by some Sith wannabe named Slicer in the midst of an Imperial base. I lied and said I wanted to be an Imperial, it's always how I get my bounties. The morons fall for it everytime. Once he figured out what was going on, you know when I punched him in the nose, he and his tin cans tried everything they could against me. They froze me, burnt me, beat me, and a lot of other things not appropriate for the ears of younger folks here. Suffice it to say, the great Lobo was not deterred. I took my hammer and BAM." Lobo smashed a table in half. "Knocked his block off. Oh and trust me, he did not die fast. It was slow and painful. Good times." The crowd clapped in admiration, begging the bounty hunter to pose for pictures.

"You can't be serious." There was absolutely no way a Jedi would every agree to see Lobo no matter what he said. First, he was a bounty hunter, second some of his jealous detractors considered him insane, and third what he wanted to ask them could only be done in person. "Look, I'm just going to come right out with it. A long time ago I was the apprentice of Aryian Darkfire. I need to find him again and resume my training. Now, if you tell a Jedi that, there's no way they'll help me. For one thing, they don't just take back those that flee the Order, even someone as awesome as me. I need to meet with one." Lobo knew Zara was trying to be "neutral" or "cowardly" as he referred to it. "What about if you just convince one of them to meet me here. Lie to them or something. Don't forget, the Link owes me."

The guard wouldn't find any bugs. Lobo didn't like to use tracking devices. They were for weaklings. If he intended Zara harm, Lobo would have just attacked her right then and there. "Alright, let's see it. What's the name of the Jedi it contacts?" Lobo was trying to get serious now. If he got in contact with this Jedi, it would be the culmination of a lifelong dream.

Lobo ran his hands through his massive black mane. His red eyes looked Zara over carefully. As she approached, the subtly sucked in his chest. He slapped Zara on the back. "Well aren't you a cute one. Yeah, I'm looking for a Jedi. Normally I don't associate with do-gooders, but this is a special situation." Normally Lobo would have added an especially inappropriate remark, but he was trying to be on his best behavior. For one completely ignorant of proper etiquette, it wasn't going well. He hopped onto one of the stools as they approached the bar. Unfortunately it was a bit small for a wookiee hybrid. Lobo tried to keep his head low. He didn't want his fans to recognize him. "So what you got for me babe?"

Lobo wasn't about to just go into some conference room. Lobo was egotistical, condescending, and had no ability to differentiate between fantasy and reality. But he was not stupid. He didn't walk anywhere he was directed unarmed. Lobo stopped outside the conference area, forcing the Link representative to stop as well. "Hold up short man." Lobo didn't completely understand the question. So, he ignored it. He hadn't really been listening, practicing his dramatic speech in his mind. "I'm here because the Link owes me. A while back I was burnt, beaten, and nearly killed when I destroyed the man called Slicer. It also got me heat from the Imperials. I believe he was involved in the robbery of this place. Now, I didn't do this for the Link, I was hired by someone else. But the point remains, I should get something from you guys for it. The Link owes me something." The argument wasn't exactly fullproof. But Lobo was oblivious to this. In his mind, they owed him just for gracing this place with his presence, let alone the death of Slicer. Celebrity publicity was gold, afterall. "I need help. I need to find a Jedi, any Jedi. Right now."