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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:04 pm
Tales From The Fringe
An oppressive tyranny controls the galaxy. The GALACTIC EMPIRE, rising up from the crumbling remains of the Old Republic, enforces its will with an iron fist upon a Galaxy once sundered and beats order into its unruly colonies. Having crushed all Military Opposition to its rule, the Empire strips the citizens of the Galaxy of their basic freedoms with impunity and looks hungrily rimward to drag more worlds into its fold.
It is here, in the Galactic Fringe, that the last true opposition to the Empire exists. Existing beyond law and order, these OUTLAWS scratch out a living on the harsh and brutal frontier. The only law in this chaos is the Law of the Blaster, and Justice only enforced by the price on a man’s head. Independent, tough and proud, these OUTLAWS relish the dangers of the Outer Rim, knowing that they are the last Free Beings in the Galaxy.
The Independent Merchant Ship RUUSAN, a former torpedo corvette and veteran of the Clone Wars, has landed on the dusty and shady world of Ord Mantell. Now an Outlaw Ship, she waits for a new crew to replace her old one, paid off by a rival transport firm, and a cargo so she can return to the stars. Jag Rohtul, her Captain, is becoming impatient, eager to get back to business and unaware of the tribulations that are about to befall him and the RUUSAN….
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:16 pm
 Episode List
What you need to know
This Rp is targeted to those who wish to be Outlaws, Rebels, Rogues, Sci-fi Swashbucklers, Swine, and other manners of folk found on the Galactic Fringe. We are not pirates however, but we do bounty hunt. We do what work we can get and role play it out together usually on the ship. Information on the ship can be found below in another post.
We only have ourselves against so many enemies who wish to be rid of us, this includes even other trades, the Empire, and crime organizations or individual crime bosses. It is for this reason we build this little dysfunctional family, this bond that holds us together called conflict and the Outer Rim, to which so many souls have been lost.
The story starts on Ord Mantell where Captain Jag gathers crew for the Ruusan in the city of Worlport. Everyone starting at this point, will be on Ord Mantell automatically. We will not go to another planet to pick you up.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:19 pm
We've got some Rules around these parts...#1. Pay respect to the presiding Moderators: Cale Darksun and Des Voh, as well as any other Official Guild Moderator. The have the authority to remove you from this RP and if need be the Guild for any infractions committed.
#2. Guild Rules and Gaia TOS applies and must be adhered to.
#3. Literacy is required. One-liners may be allowed on circumstance but are suggested against. Nor must the post be several paragraphs long, keep it simple to a point that your comfortable with. Posts will be in 3rd person objective format, "I", "Me" and other 1st person forms will only be used in dialouge.
#4. No Arguments or Out of Character chat allowed in the Rp thread, redirect here:
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=166882
OoC knowledge will not be allowed, you go off what your character reasonably knows.
#5. Be reasonably realistic, I realize that this is a fantasy sci-fi universe, but not everyone are OMGL33t J3di that can dodge blaster bolts or accomplish amazing feats of gunslinging, piloting, or over all badassery, that is reserved for Our Lord Crix Madine. A single character can only do so much, but that does not detour for them accomplishing amazing unique feats to their person.
#6 This RP will be Episodic. Each episode will have a different plot or storyline, and may occur any number of time after or even before the one prior. The episode thing has pretty much failed. I'm gonna shoot more for "s**t happens" rather than try to develop an episode. This RP moves too slow for anything else.
#7. Each character will have some place on the ship, this excludes villain characters. These later will be strictly moderated to the stories plot and may not appear in each episode.
#8:This RP takes place in 5 BBY, 5 years before the start of SW:EP IV ANH. As to the nature of this crew and the fact that this is a tramp freighter, no Imperials or members of another active group will be allowed to join, you will have a responsibility to the ship and its crew. Certain exceptions are in order for those wishing to be passengers. Pro-Rebellion character are allowed. Strict moderation will be put upon those wishing to be jedi, force-sensitives, or mandalorians, or any of the such figures. Also, due to the time there are not many Jedi around, as most are dead or in hiding.
#9: The main focus of this RP is role playing and socializing with your fellow crew members of the Ruusan. Roleplaying and socializing are still important but are no longer that big a factor. This is about RPing a scruffy spacer on the edge of the Galaxy.
#10. Profiles will be sent to Des Voh or Cale Darksun in the given format provided on a post below.
#11. Have fun and enjoy yourself. As GM of this RP, I(Cale Darksun) will work to ensure ones character never has nothing to do, or do my best to try.Ship Articles as laid down by Captain Jag Rohtul of the Ruusan1. The Captain and Owner is the Law aborad the ship. His word is final and supersedes, when necessary, any following articles.
2. Touch nothing of the Captain's unless permitted. This includes the ship in regards to unsupervised modifications and the like, any carried craft owned by the captain, and all droid personnel.
3. Every crew member will have a vote when votes are called for and equal share of provisions found.
4. Weapons, vacuum suits, and job related equipment is to be kept clean and serviceable at all times.
5. Clean up after yourself.
6. Theft, fights, and bigotry are not permitted.
7. Anyone caught not manning their post in the heat of combat will be severely reprimanded for endangering not only themselves but the crew and the ship.
8. Working hours aboard ship are from 0900-1400, shipboard time. In port this will change depending upon time and nature of current job.
9. Everyone pitches in.
10. No gambling or intoxicants while on duty.
11. No minors. Pets subject to Captain's approval.
12. Abide by the Imperial Space Ministry's Spacer's Information Manual unless superseded by these rules.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:29 pm
The Ship Name: RuusanModel: Modified Free Dac Volunteer Engineering Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette Speed: Good Maneuverability: Good Shielding: Average Armor: High Hyperdrive: x1, x2 Life support systems: Yes Armament: Class 7 Forward Quad laser Cannon. 2x Class 5 Medium Double Point Defense Laser Cannons, Battleship grade Class 4 Heavy Double Ion Cannon, z-6 rotary docking gun, x2 industrial grade tractor beams. Crew: 25(Optimum) 15(Usual) 4(Minimum) Passengers: 25 Cargo: 2000 mT (100mt in Smuggling hold) Consumables: 1 year, 1 month Carried Craft: Ryba class Probe Droid, Heavily modified Cutlass-9 Fighter, F-260 Speeder Truck, Heavily Modified Flare-S Swoop ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cargo Deck 1.Ship's Hangar. Contains the Ship's "Tractor", a heavily modified Sorosuub Cutlass-9 called the Kadgi. Also houses the Ship's ground vehicles, mainly Jag's speeder truck. The Kadgi can exit the hangar via the overhead door. Opening the overhead door activates the air shield and keeps the Hangar presurized. Starfighter and vehicle recharging stations are here. Kadgi can be moved to a docking clamp to permit greater internal cargo space if need be. Stairwell and catwalk connects this to the Main deck.
2. Entry Ramp, includes a Z-6 Rotary Blaster docking gun that pops down, controlled by the pilot.
3. Main Cargo Bay, Hans & Frans can commonly be found here, our two CLL-M2 loader droids.
4. Docking Clamps, capable of holding everything from Class-A Cargo Containers to light freighters.
5. Hangar/Cargo Corridor, includes two sliding doors that connect the hangar to the cargo bar, as well as access to spare storage holds.
6. Spare Mechanics Storage, includes spares of mechanical equipment on board.
7. Forward Quad Laser Cannon Maintenance access. Allows for maintenance of the internally mounted Quad Laser cannons and the forward Sensor array.Main Deck 1.Ship's Hangar. the upper half of the Hangar.
2. Rec Room, this includes some basic exercise equipment perfect for staying fit while aboard the ship.
3. Workshop, like the one in the garage portion of Hangar downstairs but ideal for smaller projects such as weapons modification, droid maintenance, soldering, anything, just name it and there are most likely the tools here to make it, the basics anyhow.
4. Droid Maintenance Room, this is where the ships droids recharge and spare parts for them are held, as well as a repair station.
5. Gunning Turrets. Manual control stations and maintenance access. In the event the gunnery station goes off line, the turret laser cannons can be controlled here.
6. Tractor Beams. Contains the systems and mechanisms to manipulate the docking clamps and tractor beams to ensure proper docking. Must be operated manually.
7. Laundry/vending machines
8.Storage
9. Passenger Cabins, each is 4meters squared(12x12) has a bunk-over-bunk built into the far wall, two closets and two desks and chairs. They are numered 1-8. Room 7 has been converted into a crew cabin for use by the engineer
10. Escape Pod Bays, 4 on each side carrying a max of 6 people each.
11. Engineering Room, this is were the ships main engineering areas are, including the hyperdrive. Includes a turbolift to the 3rd Deck Engine Room.
12. Ciruit breaker and secondary systems back up control pannel.
13.Hyperdrive systems, this includes the secondary hyperdrive, though due to Jag never hardwiring it, it must be accessed through this area.
14. Hygiene, split into a male and a female, multiple stalls.
15. Infirm, Includes a single Bacta Tank and 5 medical beds as well as closet and cabinets of stocked medical supplies. An upgraded GH-7 medical analysis unit droid can usually be found on call here, his name is Demagol.Crew Deck 1. Lounge, this includes everything for a comfortable relaxation area for the crew and passengers. It includes a long, comfy couch along the port(left) windows, another couch that fits and turns in the starboard(right) bottom corner, a Holonet transceiver is posted against the central column with three screens to each side of the room. A floor to ceiling shelf holds a variety of data-books and discs for various entertainment. The is also a pool table located on the right side of the room. And a small coffee table infront of the port couch.
2.Crew Bunks, these each include a single-sized bed in the corner, as well as a small desk, table, comfortable armchair, large closet, and a holoscreen. Room 8 is a bunk and similar to the passenger cabins.
3. 3rd Deck main hall, includes two turbolifts.
4.Dining Room, Includes a long table that sits and eats 16, that captain sits at the head of it, with his back to the stern. It includes a table with multiple games programed into it set with a wraparound couch (not to scale in picture) and a bar to the side of the room, serving everything from alien ales to common caf.
5.Galley, this is wear everything from protein to actually foodstuff is prepared by our lovely cook. It features everything a kitchen needs including a large, walk-in fridge.
6. 3rd Deck Engine Room, with turbolift to probe droid chamber.
7. Showers, four spacious stalls on each side.
8. Overhead Hangar Doors,
9. Outside 3rd Deck, ladder up to 4th Outside deck over bridge.
10. Airlock
Bridge, Command Deck 1. Bridge. Chairs not to scale. Contains stations for Pilot, Copilot, Captain, Communications, Operations Officer, Sensors, and Systems Operations. Due to manpower cutbacks and the ship's redesign, Only the Co-pilot, Pilot, and captain stations are active. All other systems rout through these stations.
2. Weapons Station. Contains the turret controls and firing stations for the Laser Controls and the Heavy Ion Cannon (hereafter referred to as the Club). The Club can be fired from either here or the bridge. Simulations can also be run on these computers.
3. Main Sensory and Communications Computers. Allows interstellar communications, remote observation of the Probe Droid and military grade scanning abilities. Also permits jamming.
4. Storage closet. Holds sundries and supplies.
5. Jag's office. Contains a desk, a PC linked to the Hypertransciever, two chairs, and several large filing cabinets holding hard copies of datawork for reference. Usually locked when Jag is not within.
6. Captain's quarters. Contains Jags possessions, trophies and mementos from his war days, and several comfy pieces of furniture. Usually locked when Jag is not in. No crew admittance.
7. Topside hatch. Allows access to the outer deck of the Ruusan. Room also contains storage lockers.
8. Bridge corridor. Connects all rooms on this deck. Window area possesses a chair, two plants, a pet carrier and a litter box.
9. Probe Droid hangar. Accessible from Engineering. The Ship's hyperspace capable Probe Droid resides here. Its designation is MAK-0. Droid amuses itself by playing videogames over the ship's hypertransciever and computer systems.Ship Character SheetQuote: Ruusan, Modified Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette: Colossal (frigate) Modified Corvette(155m long, 36m tall, 60 m wide) Init +0; Senses Perception +6 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Defense Ref 18 (Flat-footed 14), Fort 76; +14 Armor HP 1224; DR 15; SR 105 regenerating shields; Threshold 176 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Speed fly 12 squares (max. velocity 990 km/h), fly 4 squares (starship scale) Ranged Forward Heavy Quad Laser Cannon +8 (7d10x2 Pilot) Ranged Ventral Double Heavy Ion Cannon +8 (4d10×5, pilot or gunner) {Max range: 5 Light Minutes} Ranged 2 Dorsal Medium Double Point Defense Laser Cannons +8 (5d10x2, gunner) Ranged Tractor Beams +8 (grapple +55, gunner) Ranged Docking Gun (Z-6 Rotary Cannon) +8 (3d10 pilot) Fighting Space 1 square (starship scale); Cover total Base Atk +2; Grp +55 Atk Options Autofire (Double laser cannons, Forward Quad) ---------------------------------------------------------- Abilities Str 66, Dex 19 , Con –, Int 22 Skills Initiative +0, Mechanics +6, Perception +6, Pilot +0, Use Computer +6 ------------------------------------------------------------------- Crew 25(Optimum) 15(Usual) 4(Minimum) [skilled]; Passengers 16 Cargo 2000 mT (100mt in Smuggling hold); Consumables 1 year, 1 month; Carried Craft Ryba class Probe Droid, Heavily modified Cutlass-9 Fighter, F-260 Speeder Truck Hyperdrive x1, Backup x2 Availability unavailable; Cost Not available for sale (ask at your own risk) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Forward Heavy Quad Laser Cannon Attk +8 Dmg 7d10x2 (pilot) Ventral Double Heavy Ion Cannon Attk +8 Dmg 4d10×5 (pilot or gunner) 2 Dorsal Medium Double Point Defense Laser Cannons Attk +8 Dmg 5d10x2 (gunner) Port & Starboard Tractor Beams Attk+8 Grp +55 (gunner) Docking Gun (Z-6 Rotary Blaster) Attk +8 Dmg 3d10 (pilot)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:35 pm
The PeopleShip Roles:Captain (Officer): Jag Rohtul (Cale) Pilot (Officer): Kaleb Zar (DV) Niomie Le'Bell (K-Blade) Co-Pilot/Navigator(Officer): Engineer (Officer): Helix Lux (Stellar Weapons/Shields: Mareal Hannak (Skuld) Medical Officer/Space Hand: Kalin Daco (Jaden) Space Hand: Gairus Blikk (Carthson Blikk) Space Hand: Deakin Fraust (Besuliik Deakin) Cook: Laura Aiyrion (DA) Stow Away: Tabula Rasa (Missing Nin Itachi) The character skeleton is here:
(Put a star next to your name if you are Force Sensitive.)[b]Username:[/b]
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[b]Theme Song:[/b] Username: Cale Darksun
Name: Jag Rohtul
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Captain/owner
Equipment: Liquidsilver L7 Blaster pistol x2, Combat knife, Merr-Sonn M18 Blaster Carbine, Vibro cutlass, Mandalorian "Commando" armor(AKA the Style Boba Fett wears. Its colors are navy blue, black and grey with four gold bars on each shoulderplate and it comes with a kama. The suit can be fully sealed and doubles as a spacesuit. The Suit has a whipchord launcher, two ejectable knives, knee dart launcher, magnetic boots, and the visor can be scomp-linked with his carbine.) Jango the Tailring
Nickname:
Short History: Not all Mandalorians are mercenaries, bodyguards, or bounty hunters. Some possess more mundane careers: doctors, farmers, and mechanics to name a few.
All, however, are warriors.
Such sums up the life of Jag Rohtul, Free-trader. Born the fifth son of a typical Mandalorian family, by the age of 13 he was a trained soldier and had accompanied his father and elder brothers on a wide variety of Mercenary style missions, having killed more people by that age than the average serial murderer manages to pull off in their entire career.
Taking to the soldier life quite easily, the young warrior grew into a skilled and fearsome opponent, equally capable of either beating down, slicing up, or blasting apart most adversaries he came across and making a damn good living at it.
Then came the Clone wars. Jag viewed the Clones as an insult to all Mandalorian Kind and quickly grew to despise the Republic that enslaved such men to its will. He never really liked the Jedi to begin with, and their new generalship gave him just one more reason to hate them as well. He and three of his siblings signed up with Mandalore the Resurector to put an end to this mess once and for all.
They failed, and two of his brothers were killed, with the third requiring extensive cybernetic prosthetics. In the end, the Republic became an Empire, the Clones becoming Stormtroopers and ignoring their Mando herritage. The only satisfaction Jag got from it was the eradication of the jedi.
From there in Soldiering left a sour taste in Jag's mouth. The thrill in fighting for money was gone, the need to prove himself in battle nonexistant. And he wanted nothing to do with the Empire he fought against. Using a lifetime's experience of piloting drop shuttles and stolen enemy ships, he applied for and recieved a pilot and Captain's liscence. With the blood money he had earned he spent it on outfiting an Akula corvette and took to the spacelanes to live as a Freetrader.
He is always on the move, running cargoes across the rim and engaging in the ocasional smuggling job to pad his wallet and thumb his nose at the Empire. He has never forgotten his Warrior training, however, and keeps his old battletools in his cabin. During those long hyperspace trips he cleans them, excersises and trains, never wanting to be caught in a situation he will need those skills and not have them. While he rarely carries any more than his Pistol and knife, on particularly dangerous runs he might wear his chestplate under his jacket or sport one of his heavier weapons. Despite what he's seen and done, he still has some sort of Informal code of Honor. He's a simple man with simple pleasures; He enjoys a good drink, good food, Bolo-ball, traveling across the stars, and outsmarting Imperial thugs. He's prone to soldier's humor (known to the galaxy at large as Gallow's humor), also knowing a rather large collection of curses and swear words gleaned from across space.
Currently he's looking to hire on some new crew, as his old crew signed on with a more lucrative shipping company. He hates Jedi, Imperials, and stupid people. Fortunately, the Jedi are all dead, and his nomadic style of life keeps Imperials and Stupid people out of his hair for the most part. So what could possibly go wrong?
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Standing at an average human height (1.8m) and weight (75kg), he seems rather inconspicuous as far as former killers for hire go. He usually wears a padded jacket when off the ship which has, along with his armor, four gold bars stitched onto the shoulders which indicate his rank as a liscenced merchant captain. He has his knife in his boot and a blaster on his hip with another one in a shoulder holster. Usually his stern, weathered expression and jaded, laconic persona are enough to deter threats, but those who dont take the hint soon learn that past it lies a man in peak physical condition with no qualms about taking life.
Theme Songs: Wanted: Dead or Alive-Bon Jovi
Johnny Reb-Johnny Horton
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Name: Ruusan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Free Dac Volunteer Engineering Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette
Crew Position: Ship
Equipment: Forward Quald Laser Cannons, Dac Shield system, Heavy Double Ion Cannon, 2x Double Medium Point Defense Laser Cannons, 2 Tractor Beams, Z-6 rotary docking gun, Givin Navicomputer, Military Grade Sensor Systems, Docking Clamps, Jamming array, 3 Disguised Transponder codes, Droid repair crew, Corellian Engines & maneuvering Systems, hyperspace capable Probe Droid.
Nickname: Ship, cyar'ika (Jag only), numerous euphemisms for a sentient female depending upon situation.
Short History: Constructed at the height of the Clone Wars, designed to prowl the spacelanes and disrupt the cargo fleets of the Republic, her birthname was "Profit Margin Disruptor" and helmed by a Neimodian captain, hence her less-than-intimidating name. (To Neimodians, Hutts and Muun it was utterly terrifying. Everyone else wasnt impressed.) Given the Neimodian's skill in combat, she had a less than stellar career, mostly running from fights and striking at targets far below her capability to engage. Her warrior spirit was left to smolder impotently as her commander, Jospi Ju, did as little as possible so as not to risk his own neck.
When the Clone Wars ended, the "Profit Margin Disruptor" vanished into the Outer Rim, her Captain now stylizing himself a pirate. Having a warship and claiming to be fighting for the glory of the Confederacy, Jospi Ju started brutally pillaging colony worlds and attacking soft targets in the now supposedly safe spacelanes, running at the first site of trouble. This humiliating career lasted for about a year before the Neimodian commander and his mostly droid crew made the mistake of attempting to raze a mining colony on Vactooine, coincidentally the same location where a former Mandalorian Supercommando by the name of Jag Rohtul was waiting for a lift off world.
Angered by this desecration of what he believed the Confederacy stood for and unwilling to let innocent settlers die while he did nothing, Jag attacked Jospi Ju's forces with the pent up rage of a warrior who had lost not only family and friends but the cause he fought for and counterboarded the "Profit Margin Disruptor". Taking the ship he beat her commander within an inch of his life, sparing Jospi Ju only for the bounty he recalled being on the Nemmie's head. Through some tricky jury rigging the Mandalorian flew the ship to the nearest Sector Ranger's headquarters and deposited the Pirate into their care to be shipped off to Kessel.
Somewhere during the trip to the Sector Ranger HQ, Jag became attached to the ship, seeing possibilities and feeling some sort of kinship with the misused battleship. Upon exchganing his prisoner, Jag bartered a deal with the Sector Rangers, foregoing the bounty on Jospi Ju's head for his ship. A generious donation of the Pirate's expensive personal belongings helped the sector rangers look the other way.
Jag next had the ship towed to Nar Shadda, where, at Shug Nix's SpaceBarn, he began a massive reconstruction project of his newly aquired prize, stripping the guns, selling her missiles, and reformatting the decks for a new life as an armed heavy freighter. Upon completing the pricey six month reconstruction job, Jag christend her "Ruusan", Mandalorian for dependable, a name she lived up to and beyond through nearly a decade and a half of part time smuggling, pirate hunting, law dodging, rim skimming, scrap hunting, and ocasional honest trading.
She has seen countless crew come and go, had numerous modifications done to her, and barely survived obliteration on more than one instance, but hrough it all she has remained good to her captain, a fact that is not lost on the Mandalorian. The ship has become very important to the man, so much so that he's willing to go down with it if necessary.
Description: Once a Sleek Military raider craft, She still retains her predatory look but her interior has gone a drastic change from what she once possesed. Gone are the heavy weapons, the missiles, and the troop space she possessed, replaced now with cargo holds, strengthened bulkheads, and comfortable housing for her crew and a few passengers.
Externally she lost 6 of her defense guns and her dorsal cannon, replaced with Tractor beam equiped docking clamps and a hangar door respectively. While her only big gun left is a powered up Double Ion Cannon, she is still a fearsome opponent to most low level raiders and a few Imperial Customs ships as well, and as a former combat ship she's always ready for a good scrap. Despite her fearsome appearance, she's been a good ship to all who've served upon her, weither they deserved it or not, and welcomed all aboard with open docking clamps, just as long as people clean up after themselves.
Theme Song: Proud Mary Creedence Clearwater Revival: Proud Mary
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Username: Des Voh
Name: Kaleb Zar
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Corellian
Crew Position: Pilot
Equipment:Customized DE-10 and SSK-7, stun-gauntlets(up to 200k volts), throwing knife, concealed hold-out blaster(left boot). Technical utility belt, bantha-hide backpack and travel pack(filled with other personal items), wrist-comm. Light armored vest.
Quote: Chaos Star: Heavily modified, Flare-S Chopper Swoop. Technical specifications Length: 3.5 meters Maximum speed: 720-800km/h Maximum altitude: 250 meters Crew: Pilot(1) Passengers: 1 Cargo capacity:4 kilograms Modifications: Extended stabilizer bar, redesigned chassis, custom repulsorlift engine and modified central repulsor pod emitter, enlarged aerodynamicly-calibrated maneuvering flaps, supercharged turbothruster, exhaust vents, Elongated seat affixed with a backrest(the back end of the seat 'humped'), saddlebags. Security System* The chassis was completely redesigned to allow the size of the engine and the bikes modifications, it includes a slim design to keep wind resistance to a minimum against the size of the bike, with a curve-up in the back, with handlebars curving back further to allow better comfort to the pilot. The bikes air-intake has also been minorly modified to allow more air into the turbothrusters. An emerald green and tarnished silver paintjob, decaled with stars and lines to mimic the effect of hyperspace adorn the bike. The name 'Chaos Star' is painted across the left side of the bike, just below the handlebars in a graffiti fashion. Theres a corellian sand panther head-ornament at the top of the stationary bars.
Nickname: Stoner
Short History: Born on the plains of Corellia, Kaleb's father was a retired CorSec lieutenant, his mother had died during his birth. His father often blaming him for his mothers death, and cursing that he should have been the one who died and leading the old man to heavy drinking, this led to strife between the father and son.
At the age of 13, he was switched from public schooling to a military academy, and then to the CorSec Junior Academy, graduating with honors in technical engineering and marksmanship, though engineering and mechanics would only ever be a hobby to the young man, a hobby personified by his prized swoop bike.
From there he went into service with the military, becoming a pilot for starfighters, gunships, cruisers, and seeing service on a number of corvettes and capital ships. It was in these years he earned his second-class bloodstripes for his daring, selfless act of rescue on a mission against a pirate fleet, his action saving the only survivors of that battle. This also earned him a spot among the miiltary's specialized pirate hunters.
After six years of fighting pirates, catching smugglers, and other threats to the system, he moved on, thinking to apply at CorSec. Instead after a heated conflict with his father, he took off and signed with a freighter out to the rims. He worked with them for a few years before they went out of business. Since then he's wandered the outer rim job-hunting, working on various vessels as a space hand, escort guard, and has even tried bounty hunting, but only with little success, as well as dozens of other small-time jobs.
Now he's on Ord Mantell and looking for work, and he's caught rumor of a captain needing a good pilot.
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Standing about 6feet, he has an athletic build, being a particularly fast runner. He usually wears longer-sleeved shirts and cargo pants of neutral colors tucked into low, hard, flexible boots, each pair of pants adorned with his honored bloodstripes. His SSK-7 is kept on a holster on the back of his waist, his DE-10 strapped to his right hip and thigh. Usually sporting a pair of pilots goggles around his neck or perched over his brow and a pair of flexible, gripped gloves. He also is know to wear a green and grey long-coat in the Corellian Military fashion, with its insignia stripped off, save for that of the pirates hunters.
Theme Song: Born to be Wild - SteppenWolf
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Username: Missing nin Itachi
Name: Tabula Rasa*
Age: 12
Gender: female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Stow away
Equipment: Just a stuffed bantha toy named "Banthy".
Nickname: Tab
Description of Cabin sad Shares a cabin with someone else)
Short History: Tabula lives on the streets of Ord Mantell with her mother and father before they made a bad deal with Black Sun and were killed. Tabula was almost kidnapped when it was discovered she had force powers but she escaped and is now in hiding from the criminals who want to use her.
Description: [~]
Stands about 4'3" with shoulder length blond hair and a simple, dirty white dress.
Theme Song: [~-~]
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Username: lady_skuld
Name: Mareal Hannak*
Age: Born 40 BBY (Age 35)
Gender: Female
Race: Arkanian offshoot
Crew Position: Weapons expert, slacker
Equipment: SC Blaster Rifle, 2 Bryar Pistols, 3 concealed Q2 hold-out blasters, flechette shotgun, lightsaber.
Nickname: None yet
Short History: Taken on as an apprentice in the Jedi order at age four, Mareal studied under the tutelage of Yoda. Though there was another person whom she admired as a jedi, the eventual Lord Tyrannus, aka Count Dooku. She would always spy on him whenever he was around, and learned of his increasing concerns of darkness coming. When Dooku left the order, Mareal was only eight at the time, but the impact would be lasting. She was a follower of the Living Force, and began to realize that something was seriously wrong.
In time, the threat of the separatists and the Clone Wars grew imminent, and Mareal wasn't about to stay around much longer around the jedi. At age 16, war broke out on Geonosis, and the Padawan Mareal was kept close by her master. However, just two months into the wars, she had learned that Dooku was on the Rim, and fled to the Outer Rim to join the seperatist cause. She could not keep up with Dooku, and instead chose to draw him to her. On Rattatak, she enlisted into a gladiatorial arena, but the night before she stayed up all night in excitement. Luckily too, as when the match entrants were slaughtered by Asajj Ventress, there was little hope for her to win.
In the ensuing years, she signed on as a skilled mercinary with the nimbus commandos, choosing to use blasters instead of a lightsaber to hide her presence from the Jedi Order. She quickly was found though. In spite of not using a lightsaber, Mareal used the force frequently, and several jedi had been sent to find her. But, the force would favor the jedi again, as the Jabiim campaing erupted planet side, saving her from certain destruction or torture.
Order 66 happened, and the remaining jedi were to be terminated. Being 19, Mareal had much to learn in the world, but her womanly intuition which had spoken so many years ago was right. The emperor was a sith. She had become a lamb in wolf's clothing.
Forced to go underground, Mareal made sure she didn't make a name for herself, but continued training in the force and improving her gun Katas. Her blade still sits on her body somewhere to this day, but it's been almost 15 years since it was last drawn.
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Theme Song: Gun Love - ZZ Top
Big Iron - Marty Robbins
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Username: Nelowulf
Name: Xan Rood
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Fondorian
Crew Position: Goods expert (officially), bookie
Equipment: DLT-19, 2 DE-10s, and several hidden blasters retrofitted to his boots and other equipment for those "nasty entanglements"
Nickname: Mav
Short History: A bit strange for his own breed, Xan was one of the wealthy, upper-class twits who enjoyed intellectual bids who just got sick of the snobs around him. His family was one of the higher ranking people in the shipyard building business, and he was tutored in classical and modern educational styles, from the aspects of running business to ship design to components to how to be a proper intellectual fondorian.
Well, that was all fine and dandy for the snobish elite, but Xan didn't particularly find interest in being completely airheaded like the rest of his brothers and sisters, preferring the enjoyment of the hunt and more illegal forms of garnering cash. This did manage to make him rather popular with his family sometimes, as they gathered new clients to look at their ships from the outer rims, and explored new avenues of business dealings (not to mention the sheer profit made via gambling on swoop racing), but few really wanted to be associated with him. Taking his credits and leaving, Xan learned the ways of the more common businessman, learning value of goods such as art, weapons, narcotics, and of course, how to cheat anyone out of anything.
A growing reputation also surrounds Xan, who is always a man who plays by the numbers. His luck, however, often defies these numbers, and this has only been proven by his ability to wind up having to kill plenty of angry card players who believe he had cheated (and in many cases were right, but on previous hands). He's been thrown out of numerous card tournaments, as well as won a few prestigious circuits (surprisingly legit at times). Taking the money, the young youth set up his first bar at the age of 23 on the outer rim, and partook in utilizing his genius to whip up contraptions so that he would be able to stay with the bar, rather than flee from it, most notoriously the twin blasters that somehow fit in his boots and fire out the heels.
After an entanglement with a "few more men than [he] could handle", Xan fled, instead turning into a spice and weapons merchant with whatever ship would take him. It didn't help he often overloaded the cargo rooms with his own personal goods, blackmailing a few crews to keep him on board when they had to dump their own cargo. Now, he's not so much on trading anymore, but instead uses his own card skills and riflery to surprise or simply blow apart those who want to make his vacation across the universe not so... vacation-y.
Personality-wise, Xan retains a rather buisnessman's guise, as well as being very cautious on when and where he pulls his weaponry. While lady luck has given more than her graces to Xan (strangely equal or surpassing that of notable Corellians at times), he still is a player of odds, and "does not take chances, only risks" when important things are involved. Money, of course, doesn't seem to be too "important", however, as his bank book has gone from red to black more times than an imperial battalion can fry a gundark.
Description: http://mitkov.deviantart.com/art/First-mate-52014076
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV1bRfLHA3A
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Username: Darkened Angel
Name: Laura Aiyrion
Age: Early 20s
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Cook, Cleaner
Equipment: Personal cooking utensils
Nickname: Cookie
Short History: Laura was part of an average family until she went out to make her own credits. Unfortunately, her talents were limited at the time and she only found work as a cook or cleaner. Luckily, she had a knack for cooking and became famous among the locals of her home town when she worked in a nearby cantina. She was later discovered by the owner of a fancier establishment and was hired on as chief cook after the cantina went under. She was happy with making a decent amount of credits there until she discovered her boss was using the place as a front for a criminal organization. Once the Empire found him out, the place was stormed and the gangsters were all either arrested or killed. Out of a job, she gathered up the tools of her trade and went to find another place that needed her. She came across a ship that was in need of a cook for its crew, and decided it was as good a job as any. Despite the shady characters aboard it, she wasn't too out of place. Her years of cooking have made her pretty proficient with a short blade, and she knows her way around a broom as well.
Description: http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/3613/frontalyw1.png Facial: http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/794/facialbm8.png
Laura is about 5'7" with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and is used to wearing simple garments due to working in the hot environment of a kitchen for most of her life. She tends to avoid anything heavy as a result.
Theme Song: None yet
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Username: Jaden_Ordo
Name: Kalin Daco
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Corellian
Family: His wife, Lily, on Corellia raising his 3 year old baby boy, Caden.
Crew Position: Doctor, Space Hand
Occupations: CorSec police officer, ex-CorSec Military Intelligence (think Iella Antilles)
Equipment: 5inch Buck knife (leg mount), hold out blaster tucked in back of pants, single smoke grenade (getaways)
Nickname: Doc
Personality: Kalin always wears a huge grin. Humor plays a huge part in his life and most of the time he can be found telling jokes or laughing for the smallest of reasons. He has a big, booming voice and his presence in a room is always known by his loud greetings. He is always determined and efficient at whatever task he is set to. Despite his humor, he does have a serious side. When the situation arises, he can become quite the leader or whatever the crisis calls for. He can also be an uncanny sneak, performing acts of stealth with an eerie efficiency not thought possible when seeing him in his normal manner of acting.
Short History: Kalin was a normal kid. He always told jokes and played pranks, but didn't like to hurt people with his humor. He grew up next to a blond girl named Lily and was smitten with her his entire life. For a few years in his adolescence, he developed an anger disorder where he would beat people senseless for no reason. From this, he became ungodly muscular. After two years of violence and treatment, he was back to normal. When he was in his mid twenties, he was picked up for an interview by CorSec's Intelligence division. He had been working as a police officer for four years and his logic and reasoning had impressed. So he signed on and served for about nine years, when he left for personal reasons. Now, about a year later, his family was abducted by someone obviously taking revenge on him for some misdeed while in the service of the Military Intelligence. So in an attempt to find the criminals, Kalin is traveling abroad, using the various resources he has to follow any hint or any clue as to the identity of the kidnappers. Currently, his search has taken him to the haven of Ord Mantell, where he hopes a plethora of information is to be had.
Description:LINK Kalin is tall and well-built man. His muscles are of an ungodly size. He looks as though the years are beginning to wear him down, but he is enjoying it. His body is adorned with burns and scars which he feels no need to brag about. His hair is cut short and is receding a little, but nonetheless it is a bright shade of orange. He wears a typical pair of orange and silver Corellian pants. On his torso, he normally wears nothing more than a black shirt, but on an outing, he will wear the stereotypical Corellian style vest with many pockets and pouches.
Theme Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6Ammrgxsi0
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Username: K-Blade
Name: Niomie Le’Bell
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Co-pilot
Equipment: DL-18, PDS MK-45 protective vest.
Nickname:
Short History: Niomie’s parents had been making living as tramp freighters well before she was born. They had worked hard and saved enough credits to buy their own ship, and that was where she was born and raised. When the Clone wars had ended there was a time of prospers trade, but that was short lived as the Emperor tightened his control over the bureau cry it became harder and harder for privet tramp freighters to acquire jobs as more and more contracts went out to large companies or corporations. Hard time were ahead and many independent freighters headed out to the rim, some were lucky to make there way profitable, others were forced into taking out loans from individuals of questionable dispute in order to keep there ships flying. Even with Niomie taking more and more of the workload her parents were one of the unlucky ones, with the old ship in desperate need of repairs and not enough credits in their pockets her father had no choice but to ask for a lone form the only organization in town, local crime boss. Finding legal cargos to haul was not a problem; unfortunately, payment for such runs was never enough to satisfy the crime lord’s greed. Demands were made and Niomie’s family was persuaded to run questionable cargo for the organization. Until one day, it all went wrong, making a delivery for there, new employer the recipients of the package had been incarcerated by the local authorities and that the drop point was surrounded by the law. The issuing gunfight had left Niomie’s father mortally wounded and the flight off planet had left the ship heavily damaged, her father died from his injuries on the trip back home. Upon arrival Niomie and her mother found there boss waiting for them at the landing-pad. Furious at the lass of his cargo he blamed them for walking into the trap, demanding that their ship was now his by for fit and that Niomie and her mother would make up for his loss of credits by being auctioned off as slaves. Not liking what they heard Niomie and her mother opened fire. The fight was brief but intense and had allowed them to escape from the docking bay. Unfortunately, Niomie’s mother had been badly shot and died in a back alley a few blocks away in Niomie’s arms. Now alone with no family or ship and hunted by the crime lord she desperately searches for a new life and a way off planet.
Description: Niomie
Theme Song: Eastbound and down
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Username: stellarmagic
Name: Helix Lux
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Omwati
Crew Position: Engineer
Equipment: DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Datapad, Various Mechanical Tools
Nickname: Bird Brain
Short History: Throughout the centuries the people of Omwat have been exploited for their gifts time and again by cruel dictatorship and psychopaths. For Helix Lux, that exploitation has made him who he is. Kidnapped from Omwat as an infant by Black Sun Operatives he was sold into the service of a Hutt at the age of nine. The Hutt was quite pleased with his new toy, and knew from his sources that after a little brain twisting, a little tweaking of the environment a brilliant scientific mind could be born out of the boy. A scientist that could design weapons with which to silence his enemies.
Unfortunately what the Hutt had failed to realize what it meant to have a child genius caged up under his roof. After years of being caged and tested by the hutt, groomed to become his little gunsmith, the boy finally had enough. In less than ten hours Helix had broken out of his cell, set an exploding door trap on his cell door, constructed a gun from a piece of discarded pipe and a power cell, climbed out of the facility through the air-ducts, and ran a positive flow regulator into a negative flow coupler destroying the facility and killing the Hutt and his minions.
He was seventeen and on the run. At the star-port he snuck in and stowed away on a starship, and wasn’t discovered until four months after he’d gotten onboard. By then he’d repaired a large number of problems before they happened for the crew and they viewed him as something of a good luck charm when he told them when he’d gotten on. While onboard the vessel he started work on a droid that would be his constant companion. Using an old Intellex IV Droid brain and a variety of spare parts from old astromechs, cambots, and repulsor chairs he cobbled together “Little Bird”. The droid uses binary to communicate and is built around a hover chair designed for an extremely small humanoid. With a number of salvaged manipulator arms, a sensor suite optimized for mechanical assistance, a lift capacity of fifty kilos, and a holographic projector for displaying schematics and performance data “Little Bird” is a big help to Helix when he’s working.
Little Bird:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/littlebird.jpg
Since he turned twenty Helix has been bumping from ship too ship working as a mechanic, earning a reputation as a skilled one along the way. It’s an easy life for him, he has no dependents, no family, and a lot of money he seems to have little use for. Now that his last ship was bought out by some competitor Helix is looking for a new home.
Description: Helix is short for a Omwati at only 1.8 meters and has the usual blue-white skin of his species. He often wears the baggy, pocket laden, tool laden, garb of a ship mechanic, and his white feathered head is often marred by the grease of ship parts and machinery. His work as a mechanic had made him much more heavily built then the average Omwati.
Theme Song:Space Macguyver
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Username: Carthson Blikk
Name: Gairus Blikk
Age: Born 32 BBY
Gender: Male
Race: Human Corellian
Crew Position: Space Hand, Strong Arm
Equipment: Imperial repeater strapped to his lower back, Modified E-11 Carbine strapped vertically to his upper right back, DE-10 in a shoulder rig. Wears a brown leather jacket, and an armored vest. Gairus wears He uses a wrist-comm, and wears black tipless gloves.
Nickname: Geb
Short History: Born to a team of ex-mercenaries/bounty hunters. Gairus grew up in Coronet, Corellia. His father taught him how to use weapons, and he took K'tara, a type of martial art. After Gairus completed school, his father decided to take him into the mercenary business. After several years of learning from a true expert, Gairus became a true expert at being a hired gun. Unfortunately, on a mission, Gairus's father took a round from a projectile weapon, right into his spine. He became paralyzed from the waist down. Gairus was able to escape with his father being dragged along with him, but was forced to continue the "family business" on his own. He found himself on Coruscant, and gained many friends, as well as enemies, doing jobs for whoever paid well enough. His jobs occasionally required learning skills in mechanics, and after many months of practice, he became able to use mechanics and wiring to his advantage. His work got Gairus enough cash to buy a small ship, which had a hyperdrive. He wound up on Ord Mantell seeking work.
Description: Medium build, and 6'1, Cropped brown hair, blue eyes, greek style nose. Small scar on his upper left brow.
Theme Song: Helter Skelter by the Beatles.
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Username: Besuliik Deakin
Name: Deakin Junior Fraust
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Space hand
Equipment: DT-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol, old WESTAR-M5 (bought illegally), handed down knife and set of modified clothing. He has a dark gray jacket padded with some armor in between the cloth. A pair of black smooth boots with a small holster on the side suitable for a holdout blaster and black pants with the same modification as the jacket. It isn't the best armored clothing made, but it should help against something like smaller blasters and projectiles.
Nickname: Tor
Short History: Deakin had a rough life on Tatooine. His parents were involved with crime lords, smuggling and such. This shaped out his mind of being like his parents. It was something they thought he shouldn't do, but nothing could prevent it. He sold spice near the starport, jumped speeders and robbed Jawa's with swoop bandits. Deakin went from a thug, to a swoop bandit, to an organized thug.
Description: Deakin. Deakin stands 5"3 with a scar on the left side of his face. He has a tattoo of Mandalorian insignia on the vein side of his forearm. Deakin is rather muscular around the arms and chest due to training of his father. He has a few scars on his back from tuskens and swoop accidents. He's very rugged looking.
Theme Song: Street fight theme
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Quote: Username: stellarmagic Name: Eli Tupilev Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Equipment: DL-18 Blaster Pistol, Datapad, occasionally a Flak vest Nickname: “Credits” Short History: Born on Kestic Station in the Bestine System, Eli was a spacer and trader from birth, and spent much of his youth accumulating knowledge about space, politics, and trade from the crowd of free traders that lived on the station. His mother, the only parent he knew, also spent much of her time teaching him everything she knew. His mother had Eli in her forties, and spent much of her time grooming her son to be her inevitable replacement in the trading company she’d founded. However, most of her planning collapsed soon after Eli’s nineteenth birthday when she was ambushed by a rival corporation’s hit squad. Eli was made the head of a relatively profitable trading firm as his mother’s light freighter was destroyed by the rival corporation. He learned two things from that, one was that violence was a tool to the trader, and the second was that Kestic station had too many competitors. He left the station and took his corporation with him, heading further out toward the rim realizing that the more dangerous space of the outer rim held more opportunities for profit. He was right. Within the first year of operating in the Outer Rim they made several million credits, both from legal hauls and otherwise. At the same time, Eli found himself occasionally locking horns on bids for contracts with one of the other traders in the region, Jag Rothul. Over time, the continual loss of contracts to Jag in bidding competitions would make him a thorn in his side. Still, his company made enormous profits from the three ships it’d initially had at its disposal: a PB-950, a Gek-class Troop Shuttle, and a 3-Z Light Freighter, though much of those profits were eaten by a fourth addition to his small fleet, a BFF-1 Bulk Freighter. With that vessel it was now possible for the corporation to ride out the most severe of storms in the market by shipping large amounts of low-value but in constant demand products like grain or water. At this point Eli settled in and began to put the pressure of the market on Jag, but the resilient freighter pilot held on even as Eli bought out his last crew. Now, Eli’s patience has begun to run thin, and he’s ordered the crew of the PB-950 “Lookin Badger” to get ready for combat. Description: A rather plain human man who stands 1.7 meters tall with green eyes and a brown goatee and hair. He often sports simple clothes, rather typical of a space trader or crew member, but he also owns a set of more formal outfits for when he’s spending some of his profits in a port of call. He retains a distinct accent from his parents. Theme Song:Convoy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Nelowulf Name: Fyodor Sidorenko-Rho* Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Human Equipment: A pair of wrist-claws are the only common weapon he is seen with. Short History: Fyodor Sidorenko-Rho knows very little about his own past. The Cathar adopted him and raised him as his own, calling him 'fee-dor', and adding Rho to his surname. The young lad learned how to fight, how to harness his latent Force abilities, and adopted their culture. In the clan of his, fee-dor had become quite the adept fighter. He was even given a pair of 'claws' to help even the odds between him and his Cathar family. Loyalty, passion, and honor were born into the boy, as he was taught about the hunt, how to hide, and be an efficent killer. His skills even won him the attention of Sylvani and Bastet, who fawned upon the young boy despite the clan's discouragement. They trained alongside the young human, and he taught the sisters as much as they taught him. Where he taught Sylvani how to be a better hunter, she taught him how to properly speak the language. With Bastet, he sparred and improved her own pouncing skills. But human nature made him agressive, lashing out against other males in the clan. At age 11, fee-dor was sent off to do the blood hunt, one of the youngest to fight the giant bugs. With nothing but his 'claws', the boy scrapped out of the nest with utmost speed. He even left his own mark, carving the word "warrior" into the mountainside and filling the crevaces with the blood fo the bugs. The young human was supposed to purge his aggressiveness, but it had quite the abverse effect, as he became dominating, feral even in the eyes of the Cathar clan that had raised him. Bastet felt scared, and quickly shunned the young lad, but Sylvani became even more enamored. He had become one of the greatest of the cathar without being one of them, but almost all at once, 'fee-dor' had disappeared. Palpatine had already targeted the young lad, and his dividends were about to pay off. His most prized pupil, Mara Jade, had been in training, and now he was to be another beside her. Fyodor was taught new things, such as piloting, shooting, slicing, and other talents which augmented his already formidable skills of tracking and hunting. He even amazed Palpatine by noticing that he was not the only Hand of the Emperor, which the Emperor used to his advantage. Fyodor would be used to hunt the other hands, a sort of shadow to the shadow. His mind was molded to serve the emperor absolute, and apathetic to the morals and actions the Emperor persued. The Cathari loyalty came to play, as the Emperor capitalized upon the never-ending amount the boy held. Mission after mission, the boy grew stronger, leaving the warrior mark on each of his victims. Normally, he was to be a ghost, but Fyodor was so confident in his abilities, he even avoided the Emperor's wrath. His targets were both politicians as well as agents. When Mara Jade stumbled upon the 'list' years later, it was a list of agents who were still alive; more than double that number had already been eliminated for "incompetance". At the age of twenty, Fyodor met with something he didn't expect: Sylvani, and matured. The teacher had proven to teach a student of equal capabilities. She had tracked the boy down, intent on delivering the message that she wanted to be his partner for life. In some ways, the human did accept, attempting to shield his thoughts and actions from the Emperor, but Palpatine had decided this to be the test, the true test. Fyodor was ordered to kill the Cathar woman, and unquenchingly he did. She had bared her claws, and he his, but a few scratches were nothing compared to how deep Fyodor dug into her back. His words would ring in her ears as he left her dying, "Look at eediot boosh-keetten. She rrran to her doom, and vhy? For love. Stoopid keetten, you should have beeen thrown to pack of pack of akk volves.." Proving his loyalty, Fyodor destroyed all of his connections to his past life. Mostly... Description: http://saltybizkit.deviantart.com/art/Astaer-in-full-colour-12121718 Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QF2MLYMUQh4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Sayla-girl Name: Inspector Veran Kantale Age: 28 Gender: Female Race: Human Equipment: Imperial Officer's Blaster Pistol, Comlink, Rank Cylinder, Datapad, Rendili StarDrive Light Corvette Authority (Flagship), Guardian-class light cruiser Hound, Imperial Customs Frigate Novablade. Nickname: Short History: An Alderaan Native, Inspector Veran Kantale was an officer of the Imperial Navy and bound for a desk job in the core. Fate interviened however when, while on leave to visit home, she discovered the ship she was traveling on was secretly smuggling Ryl. She singlehandedly overtook the light freighter and brought it and its crew before her superiors. Impressed with her success but hesitent to reward a female a really promising position in the Imperial Navy, she was transferred to Imperial Customs and put in charge of a three ship task force designated to hunt Pirates and smugglers and enforce Imperial Law and the authority of the BoSS. She takes her job seriously and has been moderately successful in her five years of service to the Imperial Customs office. She is intelligent, persistant, and utterly without humor. Veran refuses bribes and believes that with each imprisoned criminal, impounded smuggler, and dead pirate she is making the Galaxy a safer place. Description: A short, petite blond woman with her hair in a bun, she is a no nonsense sort of woman ho radiates an air of authority that only Imperial Officers can manage. Her sharp green eyes are capable of spotting forged papers and smuggling holds almost as good as a conventional scanning crew and are capable of withering intensity. She wears the Olive green naval cut uniform of the Imperial Customs Office and is rarely seen without one or two Imperial Marines watching her back. Theme Song: Imperial March
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:11 am
In the Whorlport Spaceport on the Mid Rim world of Ord Mantell, a much refited Akula HK Corvette sat parked in docking bay B7-994, one of the larger docks reserved for bulk cargo ships. It was barely more than a walled in pit over 200m in diameter.
Jag Rohtul was getting sick of looking at the interior of the bay. Already he had been there a week and staying still so long was making him antsy. But without a crew there was little he could do about it. He had posted a want ad on the local Infonet but had recieved few applicants. And he still hadn't heard from his cargo contact in regards to a possible job he had promised.
Now just killing time, the freighter captain was toying with the Club, the big warship Ion Cannon of the Ruusan, standing on a later and making minute adjustments to her fireing controls.
On a tool tray hooked onto the ladder, a Versafunction888 portable Datapad chimed on occasion, drawing Jag's attention from his work. The Data pad was connected to the Ruusan's coded internal computer network via a wireless link, allowing Jag to monitor the ship systems from without as he worked and communicate via text to anyone else hooked up to the computer. Every time the device chimed, Jag would study it for a few moments, then press in a command and return to his mechanics work.
Frankly, things were shapping up to be another slow day.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:07 am
Laura had just finished wiping off the dining table and started back towards the galley. Without much of a crew, there wasn't much to clean up after, and she was slacking quite a bit lately because of it. However, things do eventually pile up, and she had a good feeling about this particular day.
" Who knows... Maybe if we act like we're expecting people, the Force will humor us or something. " she said to herself, entering the galley and looking at a few of her things strewn about in a mess. " With our current luck though, it'll be a bunch of uptight Jedi that would take up half the ship just to meditate all the time. " she said, grabbing a few pots and utensils to start cleaning them out. Noticing some relatively fresh food stuck to the side of one of the pots, she slid a finger into it to taste it. " Hmm... I guess I did make that batch too spicy afterall... "
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:17 am
"And enjoy." A waiter said to a couple of tourists as he placed their lunch orders infront of them. "Thank you very much it looks delicious." One of the tourists said just before enjoying his meal. Meanwhile around the corner a small girl by the name of Tabula watched the two as they ate, her stomach growling in anticipation of the act she was about to commit, she licked her lips and kept thinking to herself 'I can do this, I can do this,' over and over again. 'Alright ... 3... 2... now!' With that she she ran as fast as she could past the couple, stealing the bread off of one of their plates. "Hey! That theif! Stop her!" The man stood and said as one of the waiters made chase after Tabula.
Tabula looked back and saw the waiter chasing after her and she panicked 'Oh no,' she thought 'have to hide.' She looked for a place to hide a found a group of people traveling together, 'Perfect!' she thought and ducked into the group. The waiter broke the group up and was surprised to see Tabula not there "I coulda sworn- sithspit, Im going to be in so much trouble when I get back." After the waiter was gone Tabula popped back up from behind a few dumpsters "That was close huh Banthy?" She said to her toy Bantha and shook it in agreement. Tabula took a bite out of the bread and groaned in enjoyment, she hadnt fresh bread in so long she nearly forgot it tasted so good.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 11:37 am
Helix ran a hand through his feathers as he scanned through the local infonet job listings. The last ship he’d worked for had gone belly up thanks to the incompetence of its captain, an old fashioned trader who actually bought and owned the goods he carried, a more profitable and much more risky means of operating. The damn fool had bought up a stockpile of neutronium right before the price crashed, and couldn’t pay anybody. Maybe he’d have better luck next time if the ship worked in contracted hauls instead.
With a low warble the home built droid Little Bird slipped into the room and beeped quietly as it extended a cable and plugged itself into a wall outlet. The droid’s round green eye swiveled to look at its Omwati creator and beeped again.
“I know Ellbee, I need to get you a bigger capacitor.” Helix drummed his fingers on the table in front of him. “How low is the bank account down too anyway?”
The little droid beeped a quick response.
“1,000 credits huh? Good thing I had those saved up,” Helix answered as he turned back to the listings. His eyes suddenly focused on an offer from a captain at the spaceport, “An Akula-class corvette, that’d be a welcome change from the Damorian Bulk Freighters I keep getting.” With a few taps of the keys he brought up his resume and began to compose a quick message.
Dear Sir,
I would like to apply for the position of engineer aboard your vessel. As you can clearly see by my attached resume I’ve served aboard a number of vessels, including a Quarren light freighter which has systems to your vessel. All I require besides the wage is a charging unit for my droid.
Sincerely,
Helix Lux
With a quick tap of a key the message was off across the infonet.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:29 pm
Gairus sat in the gloomiest corner of the local bar. His spacer bag right next to him. His possessions were all essentials, save for one or two personal belongings which included: a change of clothes, a journal, an ammunition belt, his datapad, deodorant, 500 credits, a medical kit, and probably most important if a brawl broke out; his compact repeater, ready for action. The bag itself was made from fabric, with a reinforced interior. Gairus looked up from his fizzade (he did not enjoy alcohol, especially when he was looking for work) to examine the bar as best he could. Rodians, Twi'leks, Humans, and species of all sorts were scattered throughout the place, looking for money, a good fight, or just solace within the bar. Gairus lowered his head and continued drinking.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:39 pm
Niomie stepped off the ship’s entry ramp and looked back over her shoulder.
“Thanks for the lift Orion.” She smiled at the ship’s captain.
“Air through the engine Niomie,” His smile faded from under his mustache and lines of worry wrinkled his brow, “I knew your mother well, and I’m not too fond of you walking about by your self, not so soon after what happed.” He stopped when she looked away and down at the ground.
“I can’t stay here, you know that.” She spoke to the ground.
“I know, it’s just-” He sighed heavily. “Here,” He pulled out a small leather pouch from his vest pocket. “Your wages.” He tossed her the pouch. “You go careful now.”
She looked up at his summons and snatched the pouch out of the air. Undoing the knotted cord she opened it and looked inside. With wide eyes she looked back up at him, but he had already disappeared back into the bowels of his ship.
“Thank you Uncle.” She said quietly, clutching the bag to her chest. Stuffing the pouch into one of her pockets she turned and left the landing bay.
Stepping out into the mass of the crowd Niomie kept one hand protectively over the pocketed bag as she merged with the flow. Her blonde bands shrouded her blue eyes as she made her way to the spacer’s end of the starport. Hopefully she would be able to find a ship in need of crew and be off planet before anyone caught up with her.
Orion may have been her uncle, but the ship he flew was of a hand full to leave planet, and it was slow. It wouldn’t take them to long to find out his next port of call. She glanced down at her Alliwon chronometer, wondering exactly how much time she had.
“Took you long enough to get here on that old rust-bucket.” A harsh voice sneered from behind her. She spun on her heel, her hand dropping to her holstered DL-18. “Now, now, we’ll have none of that.” The Human male waved a finger at her, at his side was a Snivvian. “You are to entertain our master.” He leered down at her, smiling wickedly.
Niomie didn’t think, she just reacted as any good pilot would in am emergency situation. She swung her foot full force, up between the human’s legs, lifting him off his feet with a resounding clang as her metal buckled boot impacted with his armor. He fell to his knees; the Snivvian bent to grab his companion, but was waved off by an angry gloved hand.
“After her!” He groaned through the pain, struggling to his feet. The Snivvian looked up, but Niomie had turned and bolted off into the crowd, and he followed after her.
Niomie’s foot hurt as she ran and she used her small frame to weave through the crowd. She ignored the pain and continued to run, ducking down an ally and into the next street. She didn’t need to look back at her pressures to know that they were still chasing her, the cries from angry pedestrians as the two plowed their way after her told her as much.
She rounded a corner and immediately had to dive over an emerald green and tarnished silver swoop that was parked along side a few others out front of one of the local cantinas. The Human and Snivvian were not so dexterous, as they rounded the corner after her the Snivvian skidded to a halt a hairs breath from the parked swoop. His Human companion slammed full bore into him in, causing both to fall forwards and tumble over the bike.
Niomie hit the ground and rolled easily to her feet, glancing back at the pile of limbs she figured she had a few seconds before the two untangled themselves and got back to there feet. She turned and ducked in through the doors, and smack into the back of a short blonde haired man wearing a green and gray long coat.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:45 pm
One moment, he had finished posting a resume to the owner of an akula-class corvette requesting a job and was playing a nice game of pool, he even had a one-up on his opposer, and was about to pocket the black ball, the next, his wrist comm was bleeping at him, alerting him that someone had activated his swoops security trap, and would now probably be slightly fried and in jolt-shock. The next moment, something small and blonde rebounded off his back, quickly turning he looked down to see a young woman in a quite outlandish, but attractive dress pulling herself up, and two thugs ontop of his bike outside the swinging doors of the cantina, and this just didn't do, and this is what he did about it...
Pulling the girl to her feet with a strong hand under her arm, he stomped out the door, stick in hand, a Snivvian was laying on the ground, stock still with occasional twitches, he must have been the one to land on the bike fully, he was in shock, but would live. Then there was the human, brutish looking ugly who was pulling himself up to face Kaleb, and just in time to get to the thick-side of a pool stick across the face, sending him back down to the ground.
The man fumbled his hand down to go for his blaster, but Kaleb stepped on it, digging his boot heel between his knuckles.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you, mate. But...what I would do is 'plain why your chasing a young girl about. And I'd say it quickly, while your at it, add why you took a rest on my bike." He didnt get an answer, but he did get crys of pain and a bit of attention by people around, who all just ignored it and went back to their business, this was common enough sight around Paradise City. Grinding his boot into the man's hand a bit more, he cried out for Kaleb to stop, and he did, for a moment at least enough to demand an answer before the pain continued.
"We were sent to collect her for our boss...I swear! Just stop man! Stop!" His nose was broken and one of his eyes a bloody mess, the stick had a splintering dent in it to prove he had quite a hard head. But balls he didn't have, and Kaleb planted his other foot over said body part, and applied pressure while removing the man of his blaster, which was to say, a piece of wagyx. Tossing it to the side he leaned down to face the man.
"If you come back after this girl again, I can't assure that you'll be leaving in one condition, com-pre-hend? And next time I'll hit your friend will be infront of my swoop as I leave."
With that he stood up, applying more pressure to the mans groin as he tried to crawl away."And take your friend with you." he added while looking at the Snivvian who was currently be looted by small dirty children and had also taken the man's blaster.
The thug pulled himself into a crawl towards his friend as the children ran off, picked him up and limped away, one hand hanging at his side, Kaleb murmured something as they went
The Corellian turned back to look at the young girl and gave a smiling grin that could be described as sly and smooth.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:52 pm
Finishing his maintenace, Jag patted the hull of his ship and wiped his hand with a rag.
Glancing down at his datapad, he noted that he had finally recieved a reply on the Engineer position for the Ruusan.
He tabbed up the reply and scanned through the resume, not totally impressed with what he was seeing. He had hoped for someone with experience fixing Combat ships, not Bulk Transports. But beggars couldnt be choosers.
He keyed in a reply message.
To Helix Lux
Having gone over your submission, I find that your Resume is enough to warrant you a personal interview in regards to the position requested. Come to Docking Bay B7-994 at your earliest Conveinience.
Captain Jag Rohtul
He sent the reply then noted another alert. He keyed it up and frowned.
"Haar'chak." He muttered. "That was quick."
Already there was another applicant, this one for a Pilot position. Jag keyed a reply, offering an interview to this one as well, then climbed down from his ladder and whistled for one of the Loading droids to take it away.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:06 pm
Niomie looked up at the man, still a little on edge from her close encounter with the crime lords henchmen. She took an involuntary steep back away from him as he smiled at her.
“Uh, Hi!” she grinned back at him. “Um, I’m sorry for running into you,” Her blue eyes going to the damaged pool stick; she took another steep back and bumped onto the wall. “I, I didn’t ruin your game did I.” She said as she scanned the tap-café, looking for another way out.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:16 pm
Looking down at the broken poolcue in his hand he set it on the rack, the guy he had been playing with already had started a game with another. Turning back to the girl he put his hands up in innocence."Dont worry, I wont hurt you. And I don't think so, I won anyhow." He claimed with a sly grin as he put his hands down, stepping past her and setting some credits onto the bar, enoguh to pay for the cue and his bill.
"Why don't you come and explain to me who I just rescued you from and why they were after you. Bartender, get her whatever she wants and myself a half-pint of spiced ale." He patted the stool next to the one he took and waved her over.
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