Rickard woke up to a stinging sensation. "Sonofabitch" He only had one bottle last night, that couldn't result in something this bad. Never mind,...
He has come there to kill me, not to cry on my shoulder.
OK.
But this is 450 BC.
It was a fucking prototype battle droid. Get your facts straight. Not a blaster, a battle droid.
WHAT!? No one had this technology!
Same for me. I will take 5 provinces all along my border with Swansea.
From 3 provinces a turn...to 5!?
Huh? Huh?? HUH???
General Mosh I be colonizing 3 territories, all bordering Swansea.
No. It isn't an ironclad simply because: 1) There are no cannons 2) It can still be rammed into and destroyed 3) It is still exposed on its deck,...
Supreme Leader Supreme has personally sent letters now to each and every participant in the war, stating that their trade ships are under protection...
A slandering ninny.
Is not worthy of joining the circlejerk.
HOLY SHIT! Staying up all night...in an all-nighter!? Completely unheard of.
OOC: Everyone's on Tatooine
"Understood. So more neutral. Loyal only to yourself. Well I think that will be good for now. You can go home now." Rickard got up and left, heading...
"Now, now, no need to get defensive. I didn't even ask anything about your helmet. So you were a gun for hire before this. Now, are you pro-Imperial...
Typing into the datapad, he continues onto the next set of questions. "Now, what is your previous occupation? Employer?"
Rickard nods to Cameleus as he enters. Good, he arrived. "Take a seat Cameleus. Now I simply have a few questions." Pulling out a datapad, he begins...
Separate names with a comma.
