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Spartan, son, you're too young to be talkin that way. If i'da said that when i was your age, i'da gotten my mouth washed out with soap! 

thank you, thank you...........lol

lol, it's one of those weird oriental characters from Final Fantasy, the ones where the guys are almost indistinguishable from the girls as far as hair and faces go.       

it's looking that way............... :blink:

Polo and the others begin to thread their way through the sewer passages. The air is humid and rank, and through the dim light they catch glimpses of moving figures. Creatures flit in and out of the shadows in front of and behind them, snarling and hissing. Mission pulls a lamp out of a pocket in her vest, but the light seems to die away in the haze of the sewers. Cautiously, they make their way through the maze of sewers until they reach a partly open door. Listening closely, Polo can hear voices above the splash and swirl of the sewer sludge.

Polo: *whispering* Gamoreans!
.................sounds like we found your friend, they're discussing where to take him next.

Carth: There can't be more than four or five of them in there. We can take them.

Polo: They're getting ready to play a game of Pazaak. Now's our chance, weapons out!

Drawing their vibroblades and blasters, the four rushed into the room. The Gamoreans were taken completely by surprise, but proved to be fierce opponents none the less. One of the Gamoreans grabbed Mission by the throat and began to strangle her; with one sweep of his vibroblade, Polo severed the back of the Gamoreans neck, and then thrust the blade through his armpit and into his chest. Turning, Polo dodged a blaster shot from the lead Gamorean. Leaping forward, he knocked the blaster from the Gamorean's hand and thrust his vibroblade through the leather armor, through the Gamorean's body, and embedded it in the plasteel wall behind him. As the Gamorean struggled against the blade, Polo picked up the Gamorean's blaster, and shot him throught the forehead. As he removed the vibroblade from the dead Gamorean's body, he turned and saw that the others had dispatched the remaining Gamoreans.

Naver: Is everyone alright?

Carth: I think so. For all their brute strength, those thugs can't use their weapons very well.

Mission: Zaalbar must be on the other side of this door. It's an older lock, but I think I can get through it.

Within moments Mission had picked the lock and the door slid open. The growl in the darkness told Polo that they had found the wookie that they were after.

haha, ya, but don't tell Spartan or Prince that............lol

lol, well if the power of his force push would be equal to the weight of his body, then a Hutt Jedi wouldn't need to worry about fighting anyone anyways....lol

that one and "bo".

but if you go outside of certain southern areas and say "bo", people think you mean "beaux"........ya, not good.............haha, awkward!

hmmmmm................HK got to 25 posts and then got scarce.................