ok, this is it. if im doing something wrong please tell me cause im a noob actually.

One day on tatooine, in Jabba the hutts palace (let's say this takes place just before episode 1), a bounty hunter rushes in the throne room.
'Why did you call me, slug?' Asked the Bounty hunter.
'I have a job for you. A special one.' the hutt replied.
'what's so special about it?' he Asked again.
'i need you to kill... a jedi. I know you hate jedi so that's why i picked you. so what do you say... 10.000?'
'15.000 at least! he is a jedi after all.'
'very well. you drive a hard bargain. you will get 5000 now, and the other 10.000 once you show me his lightsaber. you will get more information from my personal assistent. now go, you're blocking my view!'
The bounty hunter accepted and walked away. He learned from Jabba's asisstant that the jedi was a zabrak called Roden Kell.
actually he was the only Zabrak jedi in the order right now.
he headedback or the city and flew away in his modified z-95 headhunter, the dragon's claw. He set course for coruscant and engaged the hyperdrive...

A couple of minutes later, Sark Bauer walked out of the shadows, having heard everything. He spoke with the Hutt.
"I want you to follow him, and complete the job if he fails. If necessary, help him."
"I can do that."
"Good. Your payment will be 15,000 credits."
"No. My fee will be 20,000 credits."
"Are you crazy?!"
"Pay me that, or I walk."
The hutt sighed.
"OK, OK. Just because you haven't failed me yet."
"Good. Transfer 5,000 into my account now."
When Sark was satisfied the amount had been transfered, he walked out, took off on his ship full speed to Corusant. He should arrive there before Gorsk

some time later, the bounty hunter exited hyperspace high above Coruscant. He put his ship down on one of the landing pads in the lower parts of the city. 'better watch out, jedi. Gorsk is after your head!' he said, and he walked towards the jedi temple...

Sark looked down at Gorsk walking toward the temple. He was jumping from hiding place to hiding place, waiting for him to get into trouble.

then, a jedi walked out of the temple. as he passed gorsk, he suddenly stopped as if he felt something strange in the force. This didn't concern Gorsk, however. All he noticed was that it was his target. he grabbed his blasters and jumped at him, firing. All blasterbolts where deflected. 'Damn, he's good! i wonder how i will ever get out of this one alive...' and he quikly reloaded his guns and backed against the walls, pulling out his claws. They had been genetically altered with cortosis, a mineral that resists lightsabers, because he knew the day would come he would face a jedi. Then, the jedi attacked and disabled his guns, but he could parry most of the blows with his claws. Until his right hand got cut off...

(off topic: does anyone know how old a trandoshan can get? i thought it was about 200 years.)

(off topic again: will someone please beat the living #%@% out of that jedi? i'm tired of waiting to get rescued.)

Sark looked through the scope of his sniper rifle. Gorsk was in trouble. He waited till the jedi had his back turned, then fired one shot. It was silenced. Boy would the jedi have a suprise when he tried to deflect that one.

And the jedi did try to block it. the blasterbolt went right thru the blade in his chest. Gorsk finished the job with his claws. (the ones from his left hand. he lost his right one.) He cut of the jedi's head with his own lightsaber. and took it with him. "jabba will be pleased..."he said. he was wondering who his mysterious saviour was, but he also knew tht it wouldnt be long until some security forces would arrive. he quickly ran to his ship and took off, before anyone figured out that the jedi was dead.

As Gorsk sped away he was unawhere that he was being followed. Yamo, a Wookie, was silenting following him wishing to find this 'Jabba' he was speaking of.

Of topic: yeah um... this rpg takes place before episode 1. it's okay though, you can still play, but you might wanna alter your story a bit. y'know, change stormtroopers to bounty hunters hired by sith and all. no big deal. it'll be almost the same.
by the way, i like the idea of my natural enemy in the game.

on topic: Gorsk landed on tatooine. 'god i hate this place. if it wasn't for the money i wouldn't even come here in the first place.'he said to himself. he looked at the jedi's head and put it in a bag. then he walked towards jabba's palace...
'Ah, bounty hunter. have you killed the jedi?'asked the hutt. Gorskpulled out the head. 'is this enough proof?' 'okay okay, now give me the lightsaber.' ' i've worked all my life to get one of theese! you can have it when you pry it from my cold dead claws, fat slug!' 'i can arrange that! Muska! E chuta! ' and suddenly, Gorsk found himself surrounded by gammoreans. 'where are mysterious sniping saviours when you need them?' he wondered. he couldn't defeat these opponnents, his right hand hadn't regenerated yet and he was unable to fight with a lightsaber because of his total lack of training. He pulled out the claws on his left hand (he also hadn't had the time to buy new guns yet) and prepared to fight.

(note: whoever saves me, don't kill Jabba! we can't mess with continuity!)

Sark hid in the shadows. Jabba had already paid him, he'd see how this guy reacted to this situation before deciding if he was worth saving or not.

woohoo! you're back! i was fearing you found it boring!Thank you for returning.

Gorsk grabbed the vibro-axe of the nearest guard and smashed him in the face with his stump that was his right hand. Gammorreans are though, but at least he let go of his axe. Gorsk was trained well, so he could handle the axe with one hand. he killed the unarmed guard immediatly. 'bring it on!' he shouted to the others. And so they did. Gorsk maneged to kill another one, but there were still too many. He as smacked against the ground.

Sark saw Gorsk fighting. He was worth saving. He quickly aimed at one of the gaurds about to bury its ax into Gorsk and shot him, making him fall backwards. He qucikly took a shot at all of the gaurds, hoping to take all or most of them out before they found out his position.

IC: Garm Sana hated Tatooine. The most backward, dry, dusty planet in the galaxy, and naturally, he, a Gungan, HAD to be there for business. He swigged constantly from an enormous bottle as he walked to Jabba's palace.

Reaching the palace, he was surprised to find the usual Gamorrean guards not at the posts by the main gate. Feeling that something was wrong he cautiously entered the doors, confronted by the sounds of combat and oddly, not blaster, but conventional fire.

He pressed himself against the wall and went into a crouch, drawing his automatic blaster from his heavy overcoat. He waited for the combat to reach him, prepared to blast anything that poked around the corner.

Off topic: hey, you're not a nerf-herder afterall... welcome and if you think it's boring, just MAKE it interesting. By the way, nice bio:)

On Topic:Even though Gorsk gained an ally, and half of the guards were dead, they were still outnumbered. And the only way out was heavily guarded by the remaining gammoreans.
Gorsk Backed off towards his new friend. 'any suggestions?'

"Yeah" Said Sark. He knocked over a big table and threw Gorsk behind it. He threw a thermal detonator straight at the door.
"Duck" He said, hiding behind the table also.

IC: A massive explosion echoed down the hallway to reach Garm Sana's long, floppy Gungan ears. Leaning around the corner to investigate, he was confronted by the sight of a Trandoshan and another person crouched behind a table, beset by Gamorreans. Sana wasn't going to stand for that.

He rolled out from behind the wall, spraying red blaster bolts across the room at the Gamorreans. He blasted and blasted, firing at all corners of the room. Stooping out of his roll, he ducked behind the table with the two people.

"Howwa yousa doing? Yousa guidos looka like yousa needen de helpen. It's crutchin' time!" he said.

'nice, gungan!' Said Gorsk. 'say, i could cut a hole in the floor with my lightsaber. We're directly over the rancor-pit. If we can run away before they close the door, we're free! only you'll have to cover me. And then we have to run very fast.'

IC: Garm Sana looked at the one-armed Trandoshan. "ARE YOUSA CRAZY!?!?! Meesa noa wanna get crutched by a Rancor. Thassa bombad plan. Butta yousa gonna try it either way, meesa suppose. Okeyday, meesa gonna cover you!" Garm Sana poked his head above the table and began laying down cover fire with his automatic blaster.

'well, i don't suppose you have a better idea, so i'll stick with this one.' Said Gorsk. He activated is lightsaber and started to cut the floor. 'luckily i don't need saber training for just cutting.' he said, 'and try to keep those guards away!'

IC: As the one-armed Trandoshan began cutting through the floor, Garm Sana took the occasion pot shot over the table at some of the Gamorrean guards. It appeared that they now were laying down their vibro-axes and fetching blaster rifles.
"Can yousa hurries it up?"

'Almost done!' The Blaster bolts where flying around their heads now. Then, Gorsk had cut a circle in the floor, wich collapsed.
They all landed on a dusty floor covered with bones. The only light came from Gorsk's ignited lightsaber. It was just enough to be able to see all the massive bloodstains on the walls. ' I've got a bad feeling about this. Why aren't they chasing us? i'm getting out of here as fast as i can. Join me if ya want.'

"THEY'RE CLOSING THE GATES" Yelled Sark. He ran over to one of the gates, and cut it in half with his lightsaber.

IC: "Oh poodoo, weesa gonna get crutched now. Cutta da gate, cutta da gate!" Garm Sana clutched his blaster tightly with his Gungan fingers, whirling his head around in the dark causing his long ears to flop around against his body with an odd slapping sound. Soon he heard another slapping sound.
He looked around in the faint glow of the lightsaber and saw something he had hoped he'd never see in his entire life. A fully grown, adult rancor. Its tongue was slapping lightly against its numerous spears of teeth.
"Oh poodoo," Sana repeated. He raised his blaster with shaking hands, but was too frightened to shoot.

"THIS IS NO TIME FOR PANIC" yelled Sark to Garrn "SHOOT IT."

In the meanwhile, Gorsk hid in a corner, hoping the rancor wouldn't see him. What could he do? He didn't have any sabertraining, no weapons and one hand. So he tossed his lightsaber to Sark. 'hey you! catch! This way it'll go faster!'

Sark turned and caught the saber easily. This sped up his work a little. Finally he managed to get it out.
"GO GO GO! UP THE HOLE EVERYONE!" He yelled.

Gorsk managed to reach the hole without losing another hand. The rancor was far to big to follow them and the guards where still in the throne room. all they had to do now was run for the main door...

Sark pulled Garrn through the hole and climbed it himself. When he reached the top, the whole floor shook. The rancor had rammed the hole. It didn't matter.
"Come on. Let's get outta here."
He ran to the door.

IC: "Hooba... habba... WHATTA JUST HAPPEN TO US?!?!!" Garm Sana babbled in a relative state of shock after having been hauled roughly through the hole by Sark. "Weesa coulden gotten crutched! I told yousa that wassa bombad plan, bantha face!" Garm got control of himself. "Meesa sorry...," he said ashamedly. He'd failed to blast that rancor when he had the chance. He'd almost gotten everyone killed.

His shame was quickly forgotten when the Gamorrean guards came pounding down the hall, firing the occasional shot. Atta least theysa bombad shots.

The Gungan pushed the Trandoshan out of the way of a shot before slamming himself flat on the ground to attempt to return fire. His crimson blaster bolts missed their targets, but the Gamorrean advance slowed down.

'Don't lie around! run! And by the way, anyone got a weapon for me?'

IC: Garm Sana heard the Trandoshan and scrambled quickly to his feet. He reached inside his long overcoat and threw him a small holdout blaster, while running down the hall. He screamed in pain as a blaster bolt burned into one of his floppy Gungan ears. He kept running regardless, outstripping the other two creatures easily.

'thanks!' shouted Gorsk, while he ran to the hangar bay. 'if we can steal a skiff we can use it to fly back to Mos Eisley to get our ships.' That said, he took out some of the skiff guards, and the other ones opened fire immediatly. 'why can't i stay OUT of trouble?'

Sark stayed behind to snipe at the gaurds from afar. He managed to take four out before having to reload

'great work! only two left!' Gorsk opened fire again. Another one down. The last one took cover. 'i can't hit him from here!'

"I'm on it" Sark inserted an explosive round into his sniper rifle, and fired it at the gaurd. blowing him up.

OOC: very...creative. :)

IC: Gorsk hopped aboard the skiff. 'i can't fly this thing. i gotta rest a while to let my hand grow back. someone else take the controls, please.' Then, a door opened on the side and gammoreans ran in, fireing at the skiff.

Sark grabbed the controls and headed out at full speed.

Gorsk just managed to pull in Garm with his one hand. Then they headed for Mos Eisley. They still weren't out of trouble though. Some of the guards had speeder bikes and pursued them. 'take cover!' said Gorsk, while he fired in their general direction.

IC: Garm Sana was babbling incoherently to himself. He wasn't used to killing Gamorreans, fleeing Rancors, being pulled into skiffs, and flying across the desert at insane speeds. He looked at some of the pursuing Gamorreans on speeder bikes and instinctively shot at them with his blaster. As they swerved to dodge his shots, some crashed into the sand, but Sark, Garm, and Gorsk were still being chased.

"Oh, poodoo..."

"HANG ON" Yelled Sark and pulled the skiff into Beggar's Canyon. It was a tight fit, and he had to work hard not to crash, but it also created problems for the speeder bikes, and forced them to either slow down, or risk crashing.

'Nice work. You seem to know your way around here. How's about we team up? i could use some help while my hand regenerates.' Said Gorsk. 'and by the way...' He couldn't finish his sentence, because one guard seemed to be a good pilot. he gained on them and jumped aboard. 'kill him, quick!'

IC: The fat Gammorren had jumped onto the skiff and Garm Sana was panicking. He fumbled for his blaster and succeeded only in dropping it. He looked up as the Gamorrean prepared to swing his vibro-axe right into his Gungan head. The sand blew all around the skiff and right up Sana's nose, causing him to sneeze violently. Quite violently. As he sneezed his head rammed right into the Gamorrean's face, knocking him over the side of skiff.

"Whatta justa happened? KERCHOO!"

OOC:my my, you do show a lot of character flaws. Not all gungans are as clumsy as Jar Jar was you know... But i ain't complaining.

IC:'i'm not quite sure, but it was just what we needed. looks like you're not worthless afterall. And that looks like Mos eisley over there.'

IC: Garm Sana's heart leapt with joy.
"Mossa Eisley, wonderful, meesa getting in my ship and meesa goin' back to Coruscant!" He shouted. He did a little dance of happiness and was quite pleased that he had survived the ordeal in the Hutt's palace. He was very happy. At least until the skiff shuddered and began stalling, falling to the desert.

"Oh, poodoo," he said, grabbing a side railing and holding on with all his might as the craft plummeted to the sand.

"We're in deep $***. You" He pointed at Garrn "go down and check what's wrong. Try to repair it. " He turned to Gorsk. "How's that arm coming?"

'it takes a while' replied Gorsk. 'and so will repairing this thing. We won't make it. I suggest we jump off before it hit's the dust!'
He didn't wait for any reaaction, he just jumped off and saw the skiff flying on. That was the last thing he saw for a while, because when he hit the ground, he landed kinda unfortunate and became unconscious.

"He never listens, does he?" Grumbled Sark, and slid off the skiff, once he reached the bottom, he jumped off and landed on his feet.
"GUNGAN! GET DOWN HERE" He yelled.

IC: Garm Sana was abandoned on the rapidly falling and failing skiff. He ran to the railing and prepared to jump. As he sprung outward from the skiff, one of his long ears caught on a piece of twisted metal that was broken by blaster fire during their escape. "Owowowowow, bombad, bombad, BOMBAD!" he screamed as his ear tore and he fell bodily onto a sand dune. He hit and rolled to the bottom of the dune, laying there, panting and gasping with pain and adrenaline-suppressed fear. Happily surprised to find himself still alive, he took an inventory of his body. Only his ear was wounded, and it wasn't that bad. He patted the pockets of his coat. He'd retreived his blaster, and still had a few assorted explosives safely inside his numerous pockets.

"Meesa suppose thissa notta so turrible. But, meesa stuck on dry, dry, stupid, stupid Tattyween!" He shouted kicking the sand and throwing a tantrum.

"Calm down, we're nut stuck. We've simply suffered a minor setback. Mos Eisley is not far from here. We can walk."

IC: "Walk?" Garm Sana looked at Sark incredulously. "IS YOUSA CRAZY, TOO? This is Tattyween, it is a bombad desert! Weesa not get anywhere by doing the walking. Weesa get crutched by the bombad Sandsie People, Tuskenies or whatever theysa called. And what bout the Sand Wyrms? Meesa not walking anywhere, meesa getting on my holocom and meesa callin' for a ride. Count me outta dis one," and with that he pulled his holocom out of his coat to find it sadly mangled and destroyed from his fall. He could have cried.