Update on the Crew of the Penetrator, they are currently docked on Martle Station with a fake ID for the Ship.

Which is now called "Shuttle - V4G1N4". I should really stop letting my (28 year old) player name things

Well you could point out that he has his anatomy wrong. That if he has a V4G1N4 shuttle inside his "Penetrator" he either doesn't know much about anatomy, or has a veeeeeery small....penetrator for it to fit inside it.

Update on the Crew of the Penetrator, they are currently docked on Martle Station with a fake ID for the Ship.

Which is now called "Shuttle - V4G1N4". I should really stop letting my (28 year old) player name things

So, our group is a bunch of guys, and I think we’re all older than that. Yet, we would still love that name, and yes we would also totally get the irony. And it would still be funny as hell to us.

You don’t have to actually be twelve years old to act like it.

What’s really ironic is that everyone in the group is either married or dating (so far as I know), and so our humor can’t be too off-color, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to have gotten as far as we have.

So I tend to use humor to discipline or chastise my players. In the last session, while dealing with their investor, the smuggler and heavy were referred to as "the least sneaky bothan in the galaxy," and "a nautolan with negligible social skills." They figured out I was disappointed in them, but I didn't have to do anything too bad.

The goose droid in the group is required to reference every single proper noun as "Glorious," ie, "The Glorious Vogga the Hutt," or "The Glorious Trax." The rest of the party enjoys it, but this was a penalty for another player rolling a dread on his computer check to reprogram the droid.

If we're telling stories, though...

The most recent story was about the socially stunted nautolan. Cutting to the action, he was in the back seat of speeder near an enemy base, trying to get control of it. He didn't have a melee weapon on him, and was trying to get the driver out of the car... He spends a destiny point and grabs a hold of the Dancing Twi'Lek on the dashboard, and begins to beat the tar out of the driver, using this hula girl.

He makes the roll... With enough threats that I'm willing to roll him out of the car along with the driver. So the speeder zips off down the road, the driver takes some damage and starts running toward his base, which the nautolan seems to have forgotten is there, and has 3 large, vehicle scale guns defending it. The player starts chasing the driver, beating him over the head with the hula girl, when the first turret goes off.

I roll a failure with triumph. SO. A huge laser blast goes off, and Maru feels a sudden rush of heat... He looks over to find the hula girl has been vaporized out of his hand. He failed his discipline check and ran away. The encounter was all sorts of fun before AND after that portion, but it was a long one.

I'd have gone for "Mon Cala-moolah", myself...

For some reason, I now have Guantanamera running through my head.