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  1. As per usual on the holonet, a half hour passes by of normal programming before a static message comes across. It's a wonder there isn't a channel just devoted to people taking it over to put a message through, or that people even watch the holonet anymore. The figure that appears is none other then Smash Daisaku himself. ”œYou all are quite aware of who I am, and if you aren't then you have probably only recently been born. Black Sun was an Empire to be feared in my time and when I first left it to Piccolo, he drove it into a downward spiral as the alliance I forged crumbled. He came to me and I told him that I didn't blame him, but now”¦I look out and I see that my once great Organization is worthless and I can not help but feel anger. There wasn't an enemy I couldn't top when I led the Black Sun, now there isn't an enemy that can't top them. It's disgraceful. The leadership walked into an obvious trap today and all I can say is ”œgood”
  2. Having been ignored by Jacen, Nicolas merely grunts and moves for the hanger feeling that this is merely a waste of his time. He could continue to seek out bounties on his own, rather then stand around here to watch some morons fool around and others practice training. Training was all good and fine, but you could only truly test your skill if your life was on the line-like it was with many bounties. The buff man fired up his ship and left the once great, now in shambles, organization behind.
  3. Before the exercise could begin, Nicolas pulled Jacen to the side to speak with him. From the beginning he knew doing something like this would be a foolish idea. The people that came to joined Black Sun knew of its reputation and many of them, Nicolas being one of them, had trained since they could walk to do their chosen profession. It's part of what would make them the best; the only true task was getting a reputation that lined up with ones skills. ”œI did not come here to train; I came here to work and bring in bounties. I assure you my skills are top notch and if you must test them, then send me out on a bounty and I'll bring who ever you want me too back in. Sound good?”
  4. Nicolas followed the Black Sun agent into the training room, keeping his arms folded over his muscular chest. He nodded to the others in the room, but didn't say much of anything as he waited for the training to begin.
  5. ”œThe natural benefits of my species deem that I work best alone. I'd merely be slowed down by a partner.”
  6. "Yes, extensive training in hand to hand combat, armed combat...blasters, slug throwers, melee weapons of an assorted variety, and several combat forms." He paused, thinking back to see if there was anything he was messing, but finding that there wasn't he decided to wait for the next question.
  7. Nicolas nods his head, not speaking up as he had expected another question. After several seconds of silence he realized that the man didn't intend to ask another question, as if he was expecting something more from Nicolas. He wasn't very experienced in the process of interviewing people, as it would seem. Hopefully in time he would get better, but for now Nicolas planned to set out an awkward silence until he realized his mistake. In the mean time, he poured himself another glass of water and gulped down half of it in one swig.
  8. Nicolas looked up at the figure entering the room. His eyes hopped from spot to spot picking out where weapons were, or anything else that was of curious nature. He reserved his judgment, though; as he knew better then many could ever understand that to judge a person by their looks was too severely hamper any advantage you could gain from observations alone. ”œNicolas. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't really have a home, never had. Couldn't tell you where I was born. How about you, what's your name?”
  9. After a brief moment of waiting as the secretary contacted her superior, she motioned for him to follower her back to a room. His ears twitched as he had picked up the designation of the room from the person on the other end of the comm.. He didn't like the sound of the room, but was confident enough in his abilities and in the Black Sun's desire to not waste new employee's that he had no problems following her. He rolled his shoulders, flexing his arm muscles as he moved forward, towering over the tiny figure of the human women that he was following. He could fit her head in his palm and had the strength to crush it with a moderate amount of effort. There was no need for that, though, as it had no gain and many negative after effects. She opened a door and stepped out of the way, directing him into the room. There was a container of water on the table inside, with several plastic cups next to it. He nodded his head, his face expressionless, and stepped inside. As she left he began to pour himself a drink, guzzling it before taking his seat and taking in the decorations; not particularly to his taste but suitable for a ”˜interview' room. He ran his hand over his smooth head before leaning back in the seat and hoping that he wasn't in for a long wait.
  10. A rippling mass of muscle known as Nicolas enters the Black Sun headquarters. He wore a standard set of pants and a long, fur lined coat that stopped just after his knees. His eyes were as blue as the most stunningly clear of oceans and his head was shaved clean revealing his dark skin. Despite his size, though, he moved across the main office with liquid ease. He stopped in front of the main desk, speaking to the receptionist. ”œI'm here for a job.”
  11. Nicolas's bulky, powerful form moved quietly through the crowd in the Hutt's palace. He watched over the area carefully, occupying himself by taking up somewhat of a guard. Umaga had been informed of what he was doing and due to his stature and appearance he would be easy for the Huttess to pick him out in the crowd if she needed him.
  12. Nicolas

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    Nicolas gripped one of the bottles, popping the top off with his thumb with relative ease. He took a swig of the liquid, feeling the slight burn it brought about as it made its way down his throat. He sat it back down, taking a bite of a piece of exotic fruit. ”œSo, how long this trip last then? Under a day, I'd hope.”
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    Nicolas eyed up the food, taking in the sight and smell of it and letting it become imprinted in his mind. It had been far too long since he had a good steak and this one had some real promise, tid-bits of blood dripping onto the plate still. Just as he was about to go for the first bite she mentioned spice, which only slightly caught his attention but enough for him to make a comment. ”œSo you tested it then?”
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    ”œOnly win you cans count is in a fight to the death, all the rest is just mediocre wrestlin'. ”œ He followed her through the small door, ducking down so he could fit through and entering the area that held the food. He looked over what she had and finally came to a decision. ”œSome fruits an meat, rare if you will. Been a while since I've had some real food.”
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    ”œThey never struck me as the kind to hold organized fights to the death. Figured that was always more of an underground thing.”
  16. Nicolas

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    ”œWell, I've got more than enough practice under my belt, so I am sure I could show you a thing or two. Suggest you work on your hand ta hand a bit though. A good ole fashion fist fight is all it takes at times, you know?”
  17. Nicolas

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    ”œI planet hop, dun go on any trips that take longer then a day to reach unless I know I'll have an activity to occupy myself with along the way.”
  18. Nicolas

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    ”œEh? Sleeping it off? What the hell you cartin' around?”
  19. Nicolas

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    Nicolas grunted at her question, staying quiet for a few moments as he stared at the ships controls. He had never learned how to pilot a ship and had always been curious what all of the blinking lights were for. Many a times he had considered just simply pressing every button he could as quickly as he could, but he had more willpower then that and knew how dangerous it could be. He just hated having leave his life in the hands of some ship. ”œDon't know, I was sleepin' when he came in told me about the change in plans. Second time today I've had to fly, hate flying.”
  20. *resets an old, hardly used character* Name: Nicolas Nickname: N/A Age: 20's Species: Gurlanin Height: 5'11" Weight: Just above 200 Hair: Dark Eyes: Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Unknown Alignment: Who's got the most creds? Force User Clothing: What ever fits Weapons: Lead pipe Inventory: Some Creds Possessions: Some explosives
  21. Blake nodded towards each of the men after reading the note. He knew what he had to do. He got back onto his speeder bike, placing his Axe back onto his back. He had gotten the comm frequency for the group from one of the others as well as a head set. Blake's speeder erupted into motion with the other twelve quickly following suit. The group made it back to the academy in record time. He pulled the speeder bike he had borrowed back into the temples hanger. Without a single word spoken he moved to a larger freighter that seemed to be unoccupied. Once inside he moved into the cockpit and began to go through the pre-flight preparations as the rest of his unit began to board the ship. Once ready he fired up the repulsor lifts and the sub light engines allowing the ship to hover above the ground for the brief time it took for the hanger bay door to open once more. Once it was fully open he pushed the throttle forward causing the ship to shot out of the hanger and into space. His hands moved over the controls putting in the coordinates for his destination...then taking off into hyperspace he was gone.
  22. Blake wasted no time in moving towards the hanger bay. His mind dwelt on the man, trying to decide if his encounter had been over all good or bad. If this man would train him, then it would be a good thing...but if this was a set up for how he had treated the other then he would be in deep trouble. The one thing that had persuaded him to go to the coordinates was the way that the man had just disappeared. It had screamed power, a power that Blake would do anything to teach if only for a faint second in the vast time stream of forever. The wind blew his wild hair around as he moved over the terrain of the planet at a speed most would deem unsafe. He had taken his weapon with him and nothing else. He would need nothing else. He closed on the coordinates quickly, slowing to a stop and jumped off of the speeder. He reached onto his back and pulled the massive Axe off of it, looking around as he did so...he would wait for them to come out and see just what they had planned for him... ((Not sure what to do, you post their actions))
  23. Blake looked down to the crimson puddle at his feet. His nostrils flared taking in the scent, it was alien to him. To long had it been since blood had been split by his hands, but that was soon to change. He looked up at the man, words filled his ears, voices screamed in his head for him to lash out and strike the man down, but he strengthened his resolve through sheer force of will before speaking up. His voice stained with hatred, tinged with a subtle glee for the power that was before him. "Yes, I am ready. . . Master." He bowed slightly, out of respect. Once he had resumed his previous stature he sheathed his weapons and glanced down at his still bleeding wounds. He quickly moved over to wear he had stored his extra robes. He pulled a set off and striped down. Ripping his old robes into shreds, he used them to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. Once finished 'bandaging' himself he slipped into his new robes and looked back towards Exodus.
  24. Blake had long ago left the main room and sought out medical attention for his arm. The Dark Lord of the Sith seemed to have left shortly after he did, that was the only reason his training had not started. He had trained and studied near non-stop. His mind and body had reached its limit, many times, but he pushed it further each time. Sweat was constantly dripping from his body as he worked out. His brown hair bounced back and forth as he performed complex, yet powerful moves with his weapon. Only through constant training would he find a master to train him, then and only then would he achieve enough power to take a seat of power amongst his Sith brethren. The ear splitting screech of metal upon metal being force able moved hit his ears, causing him to drop each of his short swords and stumble backwards into the wall with his hands over his ears. A look of pure hatred shot out towards the door, he would kill whomever it was that disturbed him in such a way. He removed his hands from his ears as he watched a powerful being enter the room, whether it was a human or not was not immediately apparent to him. Blake moved forward, quickly and efficiently. He picked up the two short swords and held them at the ready. This man may hold power, rank, or anything else but that did not change the fact that he int erupted Blake. If he did not have good reason, he would die. His crimson blood would stain Blake's weapons. "What purpose have you here?"
  25. Blake snarled as the winch forced him down with her powers. She should not have even been trained; she should be cooking him a chicken pot pie! Blake stood up and looked over to the one that seemed to be training under her. He did not glare, nor speak foul of him for it was embarrassment enough to work under an inferior being such as that winch. Blake watched the Poon and his master leave. It was a pity that one could have been a great warrior had he chosen his master better. Blake turned his face back towards the Dark Lord of the Sith. ”œYou, you have not spoken. Do you deem my worthy of training and a seat of power?”
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