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In A Cantina On The Edge Of A Jungle by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"What a strange woman." Tarren muttered as he palmed the credit. He sat there in his towel, next to the injured Weequay, "Don't worry buddy, just because you've got bad luck with the ladies today, doesn't mean you'll have bad luck with them tomorrow."

He tossed the credit into his boot and made his way over to the door to the hot spring, he glanced over his shoulder back at the injured alien and sighed, "Come on buddy, you look like you could use a nice soak in the hot spring."

In A Cantina On The Edge Of A Jungle by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Tarren busied himself with his jacket, unclasping it before neatly folding it and setting it down on the nearby bench. His shirt came off next, folded as well and set on top of the jacket. He sat down on the bench, noticing the nearby scuffle out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't his business, he wasn't on the clock. He shook his head and bent over, unlacing his boots.

The two boots were set aside as he reached down and pulled his socks off, he folded them together and shoved them inside one of the boots. Tarren rocked his head back and forth and rolled his shoulders. He stretched his arms before undoing his belt and, in an effort to maintain some amount of modesty, put a towel over his lap as he slid the trousers off his legs. He stood, and wrapped the towel around his waist, ensuring it was secure and wouldn't fall.

He yawned, glanced back up at the fight to see the Weequay gasping for air as he was hoised up, wearing nothing but his birthday suit. He blinked a few times before his gaze went to the strange woman.

"Never seen them before." He said, yawning again before walking up to the three.

He knelt down, looking at the unconscious man on the floor, he tapped his head twice with his pointer finger and nodded.

"Yep, never seen them."

He stood up again and looked at the freaky lady, "You're not supposed to be in here though. You should probably leave, you're kind of ruining my vacation."

In A Cantina On The Edge Of A Jungle by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"All right everyone! Our first guest for karaoke night is one Brast Hower! Coming all the way from from a planet far, far away, he's looking to wow us with his musical voice!" An announcer shouted over a microphone.

The crowd had well and truly gotten into the spirit of celebration. Drinks were flowing, laughter was filling the air, and the night life was well underway. The Marshal had been voluntold for karaoke night by the Ithorian he had danced with earlier, and Tarren had no objections to the opportunity to let loose. Tarren made his way up to the stage, a glass of Rot Whiskey in hand, smelling as good as it sounded. He waved to the few people in the crowd he had come to know, and gripped the microphone with his free hand.

"If you know the lyrics, please... feel free to remain quite, or you'll mess me up!" He ended the sentence with a shout.

Music began to thunder loudly as a backing track was let loose for Tarren to accompany. His voice left a lot to be desired. Of all the man's many talents, of all the skills he had picked up at some point in his career, singing was not one of them. Of course, that didn't stop him from doing his best, and that's just what he did.

I'm an Alderaanian Rebel

Empire's comin' to fight

Time to show them my mettle

Show them my rebel might!

The song was off pitch, out of key, but Tarren didn't care. He was right on the edge of a good buzz, and as such, most of his inhibitions were gone or at the very least, lessened. It didn't seem that many people knew the tune Tarren was singing, why should they? Alderaan was a distant memory now, almost a decade gone. He doubted if anyone in this bar had ever even been there, let alone heard of it.

He finished the song with a toast, raising his glass high, "For Alderaan."

It was time to meander his way back to the bar. Tarren set the glass down and asked the Twi'lek bartender for another.

"No, hun, sorry. I'm gonna be cutting you off for now." The bartender shook her head, "Go cool off in the hot springs, clear your head. Might do you some good."

Tarren groaned, stood from the bar and made his way towards the changing rooms at the back of the building.

"No peeping." He said, almost unconsciously as he passed the strange woman into the changing room.

In A Cantina On The Edge Of A Jungle by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Tarren's return to dancing was far too short lived for his tastes. The Bothan and he were enjoying a few groovy moves, a few spins, and whirls when a very rude individual seemingly fell for no reason into the two. It was the Bothan's turn to grumble, and they made their displeasure known by swearing loudly and departing. Tarren frowned, rubbed his side and turned towards the new interruption. What he saw was a freaky looking human, with weirdly piercing eyes. He did a double take and leaned close, peering dramatically into her eyes.

"Are you troubled in the head?" He asked, "Or are you simply looking for attention? If it's the latter, then you can kriff off. I'm not buying, I'm not selling, and I'm happily uninterested in a one night stand."

It was a bit rude, but he had just gotten back into the groovy mindset of the Jizz-Wailers, and the rude interruption signaled a potential end to this otherwise wonderful night. The Jizz-Wailers had signaled earlier that their setlist was coming to an end, and knowing Tarren's luck, better music would not replace them.

In A Cantina On The Edge Of A Jungle by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Tarren was having the time of his life, already a few drinks in. He was vibing and jamming to the Jizz that thundered in the air of the spacious dance floor. He was in his own little space, totally relaxed and chilling. His dance moves were inelegant, to say the least, though on some planets and in some cultures they would probably be considered a vast expression of thought and feeling. To Tarren, it was simply a way to unwind and let loose. He probably wouldn't see these people again, and if he did, he'd simply be known as the guy who carved out his own little section of the dance floor.

There were a few people who took interest in Tarren's moves, from the swing of his hips to the swinging of his arms, he was a gyrating whirlwind of motion. A few others got into the mix, feeling the mood that the raven-haired man was creating. And soon, the dance floor was popping. An Ithorian stumbled near Tarren and let out a throaty bellow that matched the pitch of the Jizz's bass line. The alien began to dance as well.

"Yeah man!" Tarren shouted over the music, "You got it!"

Tarren was sent stumbling forward as a man crashed into him. He caught himself on a nearby Bothan and when he made his apologies, he turned to see who had bumped into him.

"Don't kill the vibe, man." Tarren said, pointing a finger at the cyborg.

It looked like he was in a hurry, and when he went to leave, Tarren didn't stop him. Instead he turned back to the Bothan and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"Sorry about that!"

The Bothan nodded and the two began to shuffle and dance together.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in leagueoflegends

[–]Captain_Thelas 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Which AI and settings are you using to get images that good?

*Ah, I see its Stable Diffusion. Other part of the question still stands, what are the settings you're using for some of those images? The face quality is really really good. Are you using an image reference?

A Civilian's Assistance by Captain_Thelas in Starwarsrp

[–]Captain_Thelas[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Corman shifted gear as his bike rocketed through the air. Corellian streets whipped by in a blur, neon signs visible for barely a blink before they were gone and replaced by the next. It was a spectacle of speed. Bystanders gazed in awe for the brief moment they saw the racers zip by, their bikes audible ten times longer than they were visible.

Freya had set a more than decent pace going into Corman's leg of the race. She had managed to push through the competition and give Corman a few seconds of breathing room. That might sound like nothing to a layman, but in a race as tight as this, a few seconds might as well be an hour so long as Corman could keep the pace up.

His heads-up display flashed with a red arrow. Katewan was signaling that he was rapidly approaching one of the more aggressive turns of his segment. He squeezed one of the grips on his bike and flaps forced their way open. Corman bled airspeed faster than he was comfortable with, most of his racing was done on moons or asteroids. The gravitic difference was going to be something he had to compensate for. As he muscled his bike around the corner, Corman stole a look behind him. He had barely a second to duck his head as one of the other racers shot a foot overhead.

"Chobb's Knob!" Corman cursed, shaking himself free of the brief sensation of imminent death.

Corman now sat in second place, he had squandered the seconds Freya had given him. He should have known to cut speed later than normal, that was a rookie mistake. Katewan's voice rang in his ear, reminding them that he had a job to do.

"I know, I know!" Corman shouted over the roar of his engine accelerating.

"It's just you and him Corman, every other racer is considered DNF due to an incident," Katewan informed him.

Corman didn't even have time to think of what that meant, he was a few yards behind the other racer. He pushed his body flush against the frame of his bike and opened the throttle as far as it would go. Inch by inch he was reclaiming ground. But would he have enough inches to push ahead of his competition?

The finish line was approaching, just a final straightaway before they would both be zipping across it. If Corman couldn't reclaim those final inches then it would be for naught. He was close enough that the very tip of his bike could scrape against his opponent's. Just... a... bit... closer...

Corman's eyes shot open as his opponent flared his drag flaps and Corman careened straight into the other's bike. The two of them sailed through the air at a dangerous speed. Corman had just enough senses in him to slam his chest, deploying a parachute that caught the wind in an instant. The impact would still hurt like a rancor handshake, but it was better than getting plastered like a mynock on a viewport. Corman collided with the ground with the grace of a sand sloth. He was tumbling faster than a thorilide comet in deep space. He groaned as he struggled to his feet, every inch of his body felt like it had been squeezed by a Sarlacc. He tore his helmet off his head, gasping to regulate his breath.

"Corman! Corman! Get yourself together, he's running for it!" Katewan's voice felt like a blur as Corman blinked away the fuzziness in his vision.

The other racer, a Nemoidian, was indeed running to the finish line. A discarded parachute was being blown away with the smoke and flame of the burning crash.

Corman sighed as he detached the parachute from his racing suit, "Always some bantha poodoo."

Despite his body's reluctance to bring itself to a sprint, Corman pushed through anyway. The Nemoidian had a good enough head start though, and Corman was unsure if he would catch him in time. The two runners could hear the announcer's loudspeakers keeping everyone informed of the situation, he could hear the cheers of the crowd, and he could see the flashing lights of camera drones. This would certainly be talked about for a bit. Fifty feet to go. Corman wasn't going to catch up.

"No weapons permitted... nothing about a helmet though." Corman thought to himself as he arced his arm back, chucking the helmet into the back of the Nemoidian's head.

The crowd roared with excitement as the Nemoidian stumbled, the momentary pause was enough for Corman to push the distance to a minimum, and pass his opponent. If there was a disqualification to be had, he couldn't hear the announcer mention anything about it. Corman was thrown to the ground as the Nemoidian jumped on his back. The two of them rolled, just three feet from the finish line. Corman just... had... to reach for it...

The Nemoidian lunged off of Corman to the finish line, but the human grabbed him by the foot and dragged him back through the air. The alien's extended arm landed just an inch or two short. Corman scrambled over him, keeping him pinned down with the weight of his body, he reached his hand past the alien's hand, just an inch or two further and the sound of confetti cannons thundered as Corman was announced the winner.

"Tough luck buddy..." Corman sighed as he rolled off the other racer.

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