Re: Dxun Planet
is this like a real life rpg, but since prince is gone, does anyone want to continue it, before i close it

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is this like a real life rpg, but since prince is gone, does anyone want to continue it, before i close it
logan: what is it dangerous or something?
Man: You're talking about the Underground here. It's the biggest group of smugglers, mercs, and illegals you'll ever find.
logan: oh, joy..
Man: Yeah. So why you looking for it?
logan: (force persuade) that is not your concern. tell me where the underground is.
Man: (chuckles) I've come across my share of Jedi and Sith in my business. You won't get past me that easily... whatever side you're on.
logan: it was worth a shot... but seriously though, it isn't your concern.
Man: Maybe it isn't... maybe it is.
logan: not really. look... how many will it take to keep some hotshot like you quiet?
Man: Look here Jedi, the Underground doesn't accept just anyone. You have to have the right passes, the right papers or else you're gonna end of getting freighted to the nearest authorites... in a lot of tiny boxes.
logan: we'll see about that.
Man: (sighs) Come on.
(walks off)
(follows)
Man: (walks into a nearby building, heading towards a back room)
logan: the underground isnt underground is it?
Man: (looks back at Logan briefly)
What do you think?
(the building they entered is some kind of bar, with huge muscle thugs, mercs, Mandalorians, just all those bad guys)
(they watch Logan carefully, some placing their hands on their weapons)
Man: (says something in a strange language as he walks into a very small back room, about the size of a closet)
(the bartender replies in the same language, but doesn't stop watching Logan)
Man: (looks back at Logan)
Let's go.
logan: they've heard of me?
Man: Nope... you think they welcome people they know with their hands on their guns? Let's go.
(motions for him to walk into the closet sized room)
(walks in)