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Post by Mal' Rak Ni on Jan 4, 2010 18:30:11 GMT -7
Mal' Rak Ni was just another traveler stuck in Dantooine. He was not the first and he would not be the last. But he was going to find a way off of this god forsaken rock. Then he saw his way out. A ship landed in the near by space port. It would have to do. Being here any longer would make him go crazy. He actually thought he might already be on the verge of insanity. He approached the space port walking directly for the ship that just landed.
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Post by Sankichi Samaya on Jan 4, 2010 18:52:07 GMT -7
(OOC: Sorry, I just haven't had contact with you. I said I'd get you off the planet, so I'm gonna goddamn help.)
Sankichi smiled, seeing the people around her. She sat on top of her ship, as they fueled it up. Lira had wanted to name it, but she said she still hadn't found the right monicker for it. She scratched the back of her head, as she loved to do. Well, actually, it was more of a habit. There had always been things in her hair, on Endor. And a dancer couldn't go looking bad. But now, she was wearing her pilot hat again. Her master had pulled out some of her hair, so she hid the patch underneath Ewok leather.
Looking around, she wasn't seeing anything too interesting... Not yet.
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