| Ok im taking over for rat who is having computer problems.
We are on the ship the Endor Spire, a republican cruiser on a simple trade route to monitor hostilities between the Taorians and Ovors... two very greedy races.
Lured into a trap, we are stranded on the planet. We must find our gear; we all have nothing but blasters and our cloathing.
Farrs: We should check out the local bars and cantina's. I hear theres lots of info in the hunting lodges as well.... but the thick brush will stall us... this city's almost engulfed in the forrest.
We are walking down the path when we see three men shaking down another for credits....
Farrs: Do what you want i shall be at the cantina... |