23 July 2017 @ 08:22 pm
Cassian enters Milliways with his pistol blaster in a holster at his side and rolling his shoulders. Its been a long day and he needs to do something or else he's going to break cover which he can't afford to do.

When he goes up to Bar to get water and hand wraps, she reminds him other people might be interested and he writes a quick note in Aurabesh that she translates on the notice board: Want to spar? Need to practice your accuracy. Come outside.

Instead of his name, he signs it with the Alliance Starbird.

Outside he starts setting up the firing range and finds the stormtrooper helmets he'd used before are still there. Then he gives the heavy bag a few good hits before stripping down to his undershirt and stretching to see who else comes along.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe, Eden, Cassidy, Rose
(OOC: Unofficial fight club and firing range. I'll set up places below, so it can be treated like other fight clubs. Cassian won't be watching as closely as Sam. Let me know if you want a thread with me or not, treat this like a party post too, set up whatever you need, threadhop. Open as long as everyone wants it to be.)
16 July 2017 @ 02:01 pm
Out by the shooting range, things have been changed, just a little, just for a little while. There are a series of heavily armored targets hovering down a long stretch of open ground, drifting slightly as they bob on their repulsors. There's a faint hum from each, barely audible against the sound of the breeze through the trees and the water in the lake.

At the firing line is Chirrut, standing tall and still, his ornate lightbow charged and ready in his hands.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

There's a sharp snap of sound and the smell of ozone, and the nearest of the targets spirals out of position as it is struck by a bolt of plasma.

(OOC: Have a blind man with heavy ordinance, nothing could go wrong here. Baze may wander into any and all threads. :D)

(OOC: Warning in the Galen thread for deeply inappropriate romance novels)
14 July 2017 @ 06:36 pm
Ysalwen steps through the front door, looking lighter and less troubled than she has in weeks. Having your apprentice settled into a Tal-Vashoth mercenary team -- the Valo-Kas, as it happens -- will do that. Particularly given that they are newly formed, though taking in members of several different mercenary bands with a great deal of experience.

Meraad liked them, and James found very little to complain about with any of its members, so.

Ysalwen settles herself at a corner booth, pulling out her tablet-book and pulling up three holographic windows. One contains a complicated nuclear decay simulation, another has some sort of energetics equations on it, and the third is playing Die Hard. She's been told it's a quite interesting play, and so.

Liranan has settled underneath her chair, ready to take a nap while she works. He may come out when the movie's gunfire starts, or he might just roll his eyes and go back to sleep.
13 July 2017 @ 07:16 pm
OOM: A new mission, a new identity.

Cassian's in a neat white shirt with dark grey trousers and stares before a moment as he enters before walking to he bathroom. When he comes out again, his hair's slightly wet and his collar's open and he goes to the counter.

He orders a beer in it and asks Bar to surprise him with something warm and familiar. A large plate of chicken mole appears and he finds a seat with a good view before starting to eat and see who's around. Doors to Milliways will make this mission easier.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, no warnings for the OOM
12 July 2017 @ 10:34 pm
((Sort-of-OOM: In the aftermath of an ill-advised drinking challenge, things get interesting indeed.))
09 July 2017 @ 05:31 pm
OOM: Back on Nar Shaddaa, Ibani wraps things up and gets an unexpected visitor.
29 June 2017 @ 12:45 pm
Cassian's found a comfortable spot in a corner of one of the couches where he doesn't have to move too much because when he stopped being an astromech, his side hurt more than he wants to admit. That's why he's trying to find a way to rest and do some work, he'll use the time stopping here so that when he goes back, Kay won't fuss too much.

On the television, Tentacles of Our Waves is playing, the plots are distracting and he's checking over schematics on his datapad, he's trying to record all he can remember from talking with the X-wing. At times he projects the plans up as its easier to look at dimensions that way.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
27 June 2017 @ 11:12 am
Chirrut is moving more cautiously today. The room's furniture has changed dramatically, and seems to still be changing. The safe plan for today would be to have a rat deliver food and tea somewhere less... mobile, and relax.


Chirrut has never been a huge fan of the safe road.

He makes his way to the Bar carefully, and leans his staff against the Bar as he takes a seat.

Surprisingly, what appears under his hands isn't Bar's usual napkin, or simply a mug of tea, but a datapad, much like his translator upstairs. He reads, his frown of concentration turning in to a smirk as he learns what is going on, and that there will be choices. A robot, one that sounds much like K2SO that was. A woman, which briefly tempts him if only to find out what Baze's reaction would be. The third option, a lothcat, also tempts him... for much the same reasons.

The fourth makes him pause. He sits, tracing the raised letters, over and over again, thoughtfully.

(OOC note: Baze may bounce into any and all threads! :D)

Tinytag: Chirrut Imwe
25 May 2017 @ 01:25 pm
Baze has decided that he doesn't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Even the texture between his teeth is gritty when he tastes it, and the taste itself is far too salty. Far better are the strange, brown beans he found fermenting in little stashes, which he snacks on every time he finds a new one. They're terribly bitter, but they remind him of caf.

The beach is, however, beautiful to look upon, and--most importantly--it's warm. Baze has never been so warm, having grown up on a moon with a permanent winter. He graciously allows the Caribbean sun to bake him alive.

Or dead, as the case may be. Still.

He's shed his armor, a rare occurrence that he hopes becomes less rare with time, and goes to test the water with his bare feet. He's never seen so much water, either, or so blue a color. It's almost overwhelming, how he can't see to the bottom.

This place is full of marvels, this Milliways bar. Baze hopes he never leaves.

(OOC: Chirrut may pop into any and all threads. Millitimed to before the Galen Erso EP. Warnings for scary stuff in the end of the Ibani thread, with discussions of death and child cruelty. Tiny tags: Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe)
20 May 2017 @ 06:43 pm
Today, Tess is outside. Something not entirely usual for her. She's sitting on the beach, watching the sunset as the wind blows through her hair.

She's silent, thinking to herself, and as the temperature drops will be going inside soon enough. But for now, the sun on the water is all that has her attention.
20 May 2017 @ 10:27 am
[OOM: Soon after they start flying together, Hera and Kanan make a decision about their partnership.]

"– don't think we're going to find a decent one outside the Mid Rim."

The bar door opens, and a man steps through, apparently calling out to someone behind him. He's young, with dark hair that's tied back and a blaster holstered at his side, and he may not be paying that much attention to where he's going. Or is just very confident that he knows where he’s going. "Maybe a world with good black market, if it doesn't have to be that dec..."

His voice trails off as he finally looks around, stopping in his tracks and realizing this is definitely not the cockpit of the Ghost.

"Uh, Hera…"

"I can probably fix it up but –" The man is followed by an equally distracted Twi'lek, who in her hurry walks right into him. "What're you –"

But she breaks off, also noticing the murmur of conversation, the wooden floorboards and rafters, and the many other things that shouldn't be anywhere on her ship.

"You're seeing this too, right?" Kanan asks.

"Yeah," Hera answers. "I'm seeing it, too."

[ooc: Hello! Two muns, two pups - and both muns are playing both pups because we love them both too much to choose! :) Post is open until it scrolls. Also, Kanan is Force-sensitive, so let us know if you’d like to do anything with that.]
18 May 2017 @ 07:45 pm
Cassian's mission is finally over and he and Kay are on a small planet to get supplies and some intel as well as putting space between them and the mission.

When he enters, he's in his black jacket and listening for the sound of boots when he hears the explosion. Immediately he hits the floor, getting under a table for cover as he draws his pistol blaster from his bag as he waits for the building shake or the stomp of investigating boots.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
29 April 2017 @ 08:32 pm
(OOM) Paladius has one last trick to pull.

Ibani was clearly not expecting Milliways, if her appearance is anything to go by. She's in her armor and her right gauntlet and some of her right arm is covered in blood that's still wet.

"Really? You needed me here right now?" she asks no one in particular. She sighs. "Well, I suppose a rest couldn't hurt."
24 April 2017 @ 10:30 pm
Some days, the shadows of her past are closer to the surface than others. That's why Ibani gave up on sleep at 4 in the morning and went outside to train with her wooden practice blade. The sun is up now, but she's back at her training after a brief rest. The motions of the lightsaber forms are a kind of moving meditation for her, and proper practice never hurts.

Even so, she'd be glad of company that wants to talk, observe, or maybe even spar!
18 April 2017 @ 10:14 am
Spring is in the air at Milliways. Literally, if you are allergy prone. Flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, the mud is everywhere, and the demon bunnies are busy ensuring the next generation will be a large one.

In the midst of all of this, smoke wafts across the landscape - bitter with the scent of burning flesh and mechanics, mixed with the salt air of the sea and the scent of sun-baked sand.

Somewhere in the smoke, somehow, between one cloudy drift and another, someone appears sprawled on the grass. A thin man, bloodied and marked with blaster char. A man who, for once in his life, is completely and utterly bewildered. As he lies there, the injuries he came with fade, ghosting away as if they never were.

This new addition to Milliways doesn't have much time to consider his new and much muddier lot in life before he is joined, at not so far a distance, by a second man. A mountain of a man, armored and scarred, the last remnants of the sand from a past life whipping past and disappearing into the grass.

(Tiny tags: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Anakin Solo)

(OOC: The boys are going to be investigating the Bar, so feel free to find them there (covered in mud) or out back (also muddy).)

(OOC: Alright my lovelies, we're going into slowtime - new pups are still welcome, and while play may be sporadic tomorrow we'll both be back tomorrow night. May the Force of others be with you.)
13 April 2017 @ 06:22 pm
OOM: 6 BBY, a sabotage mission.

Cassian stands inside the door, adjusting his black leather jacket with his hand resting on the blaster at his hip. This was supposed to be an empty home, not a cantina.

He keeps his face neutral as he enters, staying too long at the door will call attention to himself and he can't risk that, not with his team on the other side. Slowly he makes his way to the counter, listening for Imperial boots and looking for familiar faces.

(OOC: Cassian is from a few years before Rogue One and I'm in chat if you have any questions. Catch him anywhere between the door and the counter.)
Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
31 January 2017 @ 09:08 pm
It has been quite some time since Tavi was last around.

For Tavi as well as for the Bar, actually--although only weeks for him, instead of months. Still, those weeks made quite the difference, as the Tavi who enters is completely clean, beard trimmed, no visibly healing wounds, and even not in armor. Heck, he's not even in a uniform today, but deep red silk with blue trim (and if it still looks vaguely military, well, habits are hard to break).

He's even whistling a little. This? This is a good mood.

He's idly twirling a plain band of steel around his arm as he enters, carrying a stack of papers, and the moment he realizes he's in Milliways he smiles broadly and walks up to the front for a conversation with the Bar.

Pretty soon he's installed at the end of it, ignoring most of the papers he brought (under his handy new steel paper weight!) in favor of reading and re-reading something with quite evident satisfaction.

Oh yeah, and there's a notice up at the Bar.

Hello, Milliways.
Please enjoy free drinks and fruit tarts for the day.

[ooc: hi all! been a while. i'll be really, really slow because of a larp, but this really did want to happen.]
29 January 2017 @ 01:20 pm
OOM: Sometimes you have to manufacture your own miracles.

The new influx of cult members has led to an entirely unexpected and very much alive gift. The reptilian creature only comes up to her knees at the moment, but she's certain that neither a spaceship nor Nar Shaddaa are appropriate environments for the poor thing!

The plan had been to gratefully accept the gift, then take the poor thing back to the original seller and convince them to find him a better home. Alas, the seller of the "Sublime Blurrg" currently has his head and his torso nailed up at opposite ends of the district beside warnings about the perils of crossing Drooga the Hutt.

Ibani blinks in surprise as she finds herself in Milliways. She's wearing her beige shirt and pants and the baby Blurrg is beside her trying to gnaw on the impromptu harness she's made for it.

Come greet the Sith and the ugly cute lizard thing?

(OOC: Open for tags as long as anyone wants to tag it!)
19 September 2016 @ 09:08 pm
OOM: Most people live lives where having a hit man show up to kill you means something has gone terribly wrong. For Ibani, it just means things are going according to plan.
31 August 2016 @ 08:09 pm
He hasn't been around in a long time. He probably won't be again.

Right now, he's looking out into the Void with a bottle of whiskey set beside him. It's exactly where you'd expect to find him if you know him well at all. But even on first glance, this clearly isn't the same old Jim. This Jim is missing something.

He pours himself another drink and raises a solemn toast to his reflection in the Window.

"Here's to you."

He'd be very eager to be bothered right now.