SWRPF Archive Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"

It has been One-Hundred and Thirty years since Luke Skywalker destroyed the Death Star. In the decades following the Yuuzhan Vong Invasion, the Killik Border Crisis and the Second Corellian Insurrection, the Galactic Empire has been reborn, not by the Sith but by the Fel family, whose children sit upon the Imperial throne for generations and live in peace beside the Galactic Alliance.

When the Alliance, under the leading of the Jedi, sought to use Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology to repair worlds ravaged during their invasion. However, due to sabotage by a resurgent Sith Order, the terraforming backfired and caused inhabitants to grow boney growths similar to those on former Vong slaves. Many fingers were pointed at the Vong, blaming them for the problems that occurred, but the Jedi stood beside them and proclaimed their innocence, though they did not yet know the whole matter behind the failure of the project.

Enraged by this act, some worlds left the Alliance for the Empire, who was now invoking the Treaty of Anaxes and began to wage war against their former allies. However, unknown to Emperor Roan Fel III, some hardliners on the Moff Council, which ruled alongside the Emperor, made a pact with the Sith for their aid in the bloody war that lasted for three long years.

After over One Hundred years, the Empire retook its former capital of Coruscant and forced the Galactic Alliance to surrender to their forces to avoid any more bloodshed. Their territory was absorbed into the Empire, but the Galactic Alliance Core Forces remained to fight another day. At the same time, the Emperor called for the Jedi to surrender and join the Imperial Knights, an order of grey Force Users loyal to the Emperor and his Empire. Some Jedi did, but many remained loyal to the Force and refusing to ally with the Sith, withdrawing from Coruscant to their temple on the planet of Ossuss.

The combined forces of the Sith and the Empire tracked the Jedi their and initiated the Massacre of Ossus, killing many Jedi, including Master Kol Skywalker, and scattering others across the galaxy. The Sith were not done here, though. No sooner than the assault was finished did Darth Krayt, the leader of the Sith, and his minions assaulted what they believed to be the Emperor and his Imperial Knights to claim the Imperial throne for themselves. Later they discovered this was instead Fel?s decoy, but the Sith hold on the Empire was solid and the Moff Council soon bowed to their new master.

Emperor Fel would now be denied however. Retreating to the fortress world of Bastion, he has begun to gather loyalist forces to him to strike back and reclaim his rightful throne. All the while, the rest of the galaxy must manage as it finds itself under Sith rule once again, but will the rule of a Sith who claims to be seeking peace be different than those in the past?

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I?m planning on this to be a small, group-based RP, though I?ll allow a few loose canons to roam the galaxy and help add to the plot. It is the year 130 ABY and the story will follow a band of Fringers with mixed pasts drawn together to serve in the mercenary group of Captain Jav Boran and crew his ship, 'the Fool's Gamble' all the while trying to make a few credits and not get vaped by the Imperials or the Sith. As happens, though, there will be other assorted threats and dangers along the way...

Think of Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star or Firefly and you'll get a feeling for what this game might be like. Also, if you have any adventures or anything brought up from your character's past that you'd like to see added to the storyline, just ask.

We will be adhering to the history established within the 'Star Wars: Legacy' comics, but will not encounter the characters from the series. This is our story, not theirs.

Now, for a few ground rules:

-Please PM your character sheets to me
-Please try to keep soley OOC posts after the start of th

 

Heh, I was wondering when Legacy would start invading these forums. About bloody time!

starts making a character

 

Sent in my CS.

 

In the meantime, here's the GM's characters and other characters/droids of notice for 'Fool's Gamble.'


Name: Captain Jav Boran
Species: Duros
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Height: 5?8?
Skin Color: Deep Blue
Eye Color: Redish Pink
Birthplace: Duro
Weapons: Blaster pistol, Vibro-blade, Other
Possessions: Commlink, electrobinoculars, grappling hook, datapad, various holos, the ?Fool?s Gamble?
Profession: Pilot, Mercenary, Engineer, Other
Languages: Basic, Durese, Huttese
Allignments: Unknown
Appearance: A Crimson button-up shirt, holster and leather belt, tan slacks, brown buckled boots and a long, knee-length brown leather jacket
Biography: Captain of the VT-49 Decimator ?Fool?s Gamble?, he is a Mercenary fairly new in the galactic underworld. Noone knows of his past up until recently and he?s not willing to give up the details.

He has a relatively calm demeanor but a sly sense of humor and enjoy listening to and telling a good story. He tries to avoid gambling but enjoys a good game of Sabaac from time to time with a nice glass of Corellian Brandy or Duros Ale.

He is said to have salvaged the ?Fool?s Gamble? off of the junkyards of Ord Mantell and rebuilt it with the help of his droid co-pilot, S2-38G. She?s now a fully operational ship, give or take a few minor glitches, and Jav is breaking out into the galaxy, looking for a crew of (hopefully) trustworthy beings to blaze some new trails and make a few credits with.




Name: S2-56G
Model: S2-series Utility Droid
Gender: Male AI
Age: 6
Height: 5?10?
Chassis Color: Green
Photoreceptor Color: Yellow
Possessions: Commlink, Tool Bag
Profession: Pilot, Engineer
Languages: Basic, Durese, Huttese and several thousand common galactic languages
Allignments: Captain Jav Boran
Appearance: Ovular head and rounded body sections connected by flexible tubing. Generally humanoid in shape.
Biography: The S2-series Utility Droid was an attempt by Industrial Automaton in 120 ABY to create a 'Jack-of-all-trades' droid to help cargo pilots and star jockeys in day-to-day operations onboard their craft, filling the roles of Astromech, Repair, Manifest and Protocol droids to satisfactory effect. While it could not best those droids who specialize in these area as their primary functions, its success rate for its assigned tasked has made it an attractive offer to pilots or corporations who do not wish to shell out the funds for multiple droids.

They have a generally pleasant, friendly personality, yet not overly talkative, making good traveling companions for pilots on long trips. As well, they are also programmed to grow and adapt over time as they interact with those around them and eventually
learn when it is necessary to bend the letter of the law when it comes to dealing with port and customs officials, including the ability to bribe those they need to when the need arises.

All of these things are present in S2-56G, Jav Boran's droid copilot. He is often the only one the man will openly confide in and actually considers it to be one of his closest confidants. S2 has been traveling with Captain Boran for five of his six years after having been abandoned by his owner on Ord Mantell and helped the Duros rebuild and refurbish his prized ship. He knows all too well about the Captain?s penchant for getting in situations that are way over his head.




Name: Darth Umbras
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5?7?
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Red-tinted Yellow
Hair Color: White
Birthplace: Korriban
Weapons: Lightsaber (red)
Possessions: Sith Starfighter, commlink, grappling hook, electrobinoculars, homing beacon, Hunter Seeker ?Remote?, Arakyd ?Phantom? Probe Droids, sensor array
Profession: Sith Warrior and Assassin
Languages: Basic, Huttese and other common Galactic Languages
Allignments: the Sith Order and Krayt?s Galactic Empire
Appearance: He wears Gray and Black robes similar to those of Darth Mau

 

(GM APPROVED for CT-13438!)


Name: Josh Mchalen
Species: Human
Gender: male
Age: 20
Height: 5'11"
Skin Color: white
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: silver
Homeworld: Galidraan
Weapons: DC-15 blaster rifle
Possessions: Clone Trooper's armour and a jedi holocron
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Languages: basic, quaren,huttesse
Allignments: none
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/2/26/Clonep1.JPG
Biography:He was raised on Galidraan during the Massacre of Ossus ,he found many weapons and armour from the clone wars wich have survived, he is currently working for the empire to hunt jedi or sith, he does not really care for he has hated both since he lost his father during the massacre of Ossus where his father was killed as an Imperial Agent.He also has a jedi holocron that he is willing to sell to the right buyer, he has already looked at the information inside of it, he finds it uselease.

 

(GM APPROVED for ChinaMonroe!)


Name: Sinya
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Age: To humans-she looks to be in her early 20's
Height: 5'5''
Skin Color: Light, dusty purple, has darker-more brown tattoos on her lekku and down her back
Eye Color: Dark amythest
Hair Color: N/A (Lekku)
Homeworld: Unknown
Weapons: Two viroblades, a WESTAR-40 (a more current model of a 34) that she stole from an officer, and anything else she can get her hands on.
Possessions: Her weapons, a small tan backpack, various 'dancer' outfits, a datapad, various tools of her trade, and some jewelry that's not really worth anything.
Profession: Technician/Slicer, Theif, and occasionally races speeders. Her 'cover' is that she's a Dancer.
Languages: Basic, a small amount of Ryl, and "Lekku"
Allignments: Herself
Appearance: While she isn't tall, she is very dextarious and fast. Her skin is the dusty-pale purple, she she has brownish tattoos that trail around her Lekku to down her back. She wears a lot of black, slinky outfits. Her favorite is a black bikini top, a slinky-mini skirt that's shredded at the bottom, with a dark leather short-sleeved jacket, ripped fishnets, black speeder gloves, and black heeled boots.
Biography: She was born to a mother who was an Entertainer and a father who left them to go into a war that would be his end. She ran away from home shortly after, knowing her mother couldn't take care of her (she couldn't even take care of herself), and sort of grew up on the streets. She loves to dance and party. She's always had a way of making people fall for her and do what she wants.

She's gotten into trouble a lot though, and has even been kicked out of places for making a scene. She's had her hand at working as a bartender, a computer technician, and as a speeder-bike mechanic (she wasn't very good at it), but she loves to dance, and always ends up doing it. It's also how she can make credits fast...that and she's learned to pick pockets.




(GM APPROVED for TheJedi_Knight!)

Name: Kallis Mertoi
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 6'0"
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Eye Color: Light blue
Hair Color: Jet black
Homeworld: Coruscant
Weapons: Blaster rifle, vibro-blade, and blaster pistol.
Possessions: Commlink, grappling hook, electrobinoculars, and holosphere.
Profession: Previous pilot of the Galactic Alliance, Mercenerary, and a slicer but not a good one.
Languages: Basic, Rodian, Binary
Allignments: Captain Jav Boran
Appearance: Dark brown jacket covering a white button-up shirt, tan pants, tan boots, and dark brown gloves. Also a holster to strap his blaster rifle in on his back, and a holster on one thigh for his vibroblade and another on the other thigh for his blaster pistol.
Biography: Kallis was a Captain in the Galactic Alliance, and was in many risky battles. He has been in many close calls, often being at the end of a blaster, but luckily usually makes it out alive. After he and the men who served with him lost a long battle, and Kallis's friends were ready to surrender...he ran. He ran ever since that day. He jumped into hyperspace and made haste to a place he would be safe. He became a refugee and later a Mercenary.



(GM APPROVED for Darth_boba!)


Name: Kieran Zass
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 1.8 meters
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Homeworld: Coruscant
Weapons: Lightsaber
Possessions: Lightsaber, Armor
Profession: Imperial Knight
Languages: Basic
Allignments: Emperor Roan Fel
Appearance: Kieran takes pride in his appearance and believes that as an Imperial Knight "when they see you, they see the Empire". He is clean shaven, and though his hair is just long enough to cover his forehead, he wears it combed back. His armor and lightsaber are kept clean and polished, but have not yet seen the rigors of serious use.

Biography: Kieran is an Imperial Knight, and so serves the Emperor above all else. He has only recently been promoted to the rank o

 

(GM APPROVED for CmdrMitthrawnuruodo!)

Name: Artemis Z.M. Veers
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Height: 5'8"
Skin Color: Caucasuan
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Brown
Homeworld: Bastion
Weapons: Standard Issue Imperial Sidearm
Possessions:
Profession: Imperial Army Colonel
Languages: Basic, Huttesse, Bothan
Allignments: Galactic Empire (Roan Fel's)
Appearance: He wears a standard-issued Imperial Army uniform with a black hooded cape and a 501st Legionnaire patch on his left shoulder.
Biography: Artemis Veers is a direct descendant of the Imperial Hero, General Maximilian Veers and the Republic Hero, Commander Zevulon Veers. He would technically be the great-great grandson of General Veers. Although his heritage could have given him any command he wanted in the Empire, he chose instead to work for the right and started his career in the army as a Lieutenant. He would gain prestige and rank during the three year war with the Galactic Alliance as a stormtrooper battalion commander. Unlike his ancestor he never got into the armoured transport projects and instead chose a career in stormtroopers and regular infantry.

His family rejoined the Empire shortly after the Yuuzhan Vong War when it became apparent that the Galactic Alliance was turning into Palpatine's Empire. Wishing not to get involved in the Corellian Conflict, his family fled Coruscant to Bastion where Fel's new Empire would accept any refugees with open arms. Having been born and raised on Bastion under the new Empire, Artemis grew up loyal to the Emperor and has sworn an oath to defend the True Empire and it's Emperor. A loyalty that has recently found himself and five of his men seperated from the others and their superior, General Oron Jaeger, after a failed mission to gain the loyalties of other legions in the Emperor's name.

Now he and his surviving unit are desperate for a way back to Bastion...

 

Nice!!! -pout- You better wait for me!! -starts working on charrie-

 

Hey, I know you (MoonlightsAngel)! Hehe! Hurry up! I made mine. This one sounds really good.

 

(GM APPROVED for sword_of_raditz!)

Name: Juren Varuel
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'0
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Tree-Brown
Homeworld: Coruscant
Weapons: Blaster
Possessions: Stolen Goods, Small Unopenable Box
Profession: Thief
Languages: Basic
Allignments: None
Appearance: His hair is scattered haphazardly around his hair and his appearance is dirtied from life on the streets.
Biography: Juren Varuel was born on Coruscant to two parents who died in a tragic accident seven days later. Juren was taken in by a small gang of thieves and was trained to the profession from thief Zechen Ralekh. But upon the death of his master from a thievery-gone-wrong, he went rogue and simply steals to survive.

 

(GM APPROVED for Lava_Twilight!)


Name: Zukhon Durp
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5'7"
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Homeworld: Ord Mantell
Weapons: Vibrosword, S-5 Heavy blaster pistol
Profession: Scout, Soldier
Languages: Galactic Basic (Austrailian Dialect - Mandalorian like)
Allignments: Freelance
Appearance: Shoulder length hair, well sculpted face and cheekbones, is of a caucasian complexion. Zukhon wears Old Mandalorian armor created by an armorsmith using schematics of an old collector. The armorsmith was able to revamp the armor to an updated version, the transition was easy; the man had been around long enough to study both armors.

Biography: Zukhon Durp was youngling of a tribal group on Ord Mantell. They were a group known as the Firk tribe - of which they were constantly discussed to be mercenaries with honor. The Firk tribe owned a quarter of Ord Mantell's underworld, and were once challenged over the land by an opposing faction. Senselessly, they murdered and slaughtered their opposition, and were reknown as "the Bloodlings". They dominated the underworld, and were becoming a threat to the mainland.

A group of Mantell's finest bounty hunters were sent down to negotiate with the Bloodlings, but never surfaced. The underworld was a land crawling with scum and villany, and was intoxicated with poisonous gizka that self-imploded (the gizka were fitted with thermal implants that also were nipped with toxins. The underworld was a place full of grubs and little creatures like the gizka, so if they saw a swarming pack of gizka running for the underground camp, they'd be alert, but not so much as to shoot them on sight -- mainly because they're gizka and they look harmless.) The filters on the masks couldn't defend against the poison, and most of them fell unconscious, and were later killed. They spared Zukhon, though mainly due to his age at the time, or other reasons unclear. Zukhon knew nothing about his past, at least he pretends not to know anything about it -- the subject is a sore one.

 

A note to all players: I'll be giving today and tommorrow still for sign up for 'Fool's Gamble' and will begin the game on Monday, January 29.

After that time, players can still sign up for the game but will have to be introduced into the storyline as we go along. We still have a few positions left open on the 'Gamble' and after that people will have to fill in ancilliary roles. Also, we still have room for one Jedi on the run if anyone is interested.

Until later, then, folks.


-Your Humble GM, R. Zion

 

(GM APPROVED for BLemelisk!)

Name: Drasius Kuze
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'3"
Skin Color: Somewhat Pale Caucasian
Eye Color: Brown fringed with green
Hair Color: Premature gray
Homeworld: Deralia
Weapons: 6" Vibro Combat Knife, Blaster pistol
Possessions: Dark Brown Armorweave Rifleman's Jacket, Comlink, Datapad
Profession: Soldier, Would-Be Revolutionary
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Shyriiwook, many other languages which he taught himself
Allignments: Captain Jav Boran
Appearance: Has hair which is long, coming to his shoulders in the back, then gradually shortening as it moves to the front, wears dark brown jacket that comes to below his waist, with high collar. Keeps knife in pull-down sheath mounted on jacket over right breast, with his pistol in a holster at the small of his back. Has a black belt, dark grey pants and brown leather positive-grip boots.
Biography: Drasius Kuze was born on the backwater world of Deralia, in the Outer Rim. He grew up as a very intelligent boy who was generally excited by everything that he did. He began learning languages of the galaxy when he was young, and as a result is fluent in most often-encountered tongues across the galaxy.

He went to college for only about a year before his draft ticket was pulled and he joined the army of his country in fighting a nasty civil war which wrecked the world. He saw and experienced many awful things in combat, but was also noted for his excellence as a soldier and a leader.

When the war was over and his enlistment had expired, he decided to take to the spacelanes and discover the galaxy. It was due to his passion for excitement that he found himself in hotbeds of criminal activity, signing on with mercenary crews or battalions in a quest to sate his desire for justice that had been brewing ever since his Deralian Civil War days.

Eventually he fell in Jav Boran and was eager to join his crew.

 

(GM APPROVED for sprintabm!)

Name: Kraid Tynne
Species: human
Gender: male
Age: 32
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Skin Color: tan
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: black
Homeworld: Kuat
Weapons: N'Gant-Zarvel 9118 blaster carbine, 6 cm long vibroblade
Possessions: Work gloves, protective goggles, basic technician and engineer tools
Profession: Mercenary Technician, Pilot, Engineer
Languages: Basic
Allignments: Kuati interests; on the fence between Imperials and Alliance
Appearance: Moderate build. Short hair with constant stubble. Olive green work coveralls, combat boots.

Biography: Coming from a long line of Kuati shipbuilders, Kraid in his young adult years was involved in rebuilding Kuat Drive Yards after the devastation from the Yuuzhan Vong. Here he became very knowledgeable of starships, becoming familiar with engineering skills but very proficient in technician skills, knowing how to fiddle with just about any computer system that a ship had, feeling right at home in front of a ship's computer console. He also became proficient in piloting freighters and tugs.

As promising as Kraid was in building starships, he impulsively left Kuat one day to work as a freelance ship pilot/technician/engineer, thinking that he would make a better and more exciting living that way. Kraid soon became involved with mercenaries who knew his reputation as a competent man to have aboard a ship. He further honed his piloting skills, flying a variety of vessels from heavy freighters, light assault ships, and even A-Wing and A-9 fighters on two separate occasions. In the various mercenary groups he was involved in he was also trained in basic close quarters and outdoors combat and even became involved in a few mercenary operations that had nothing to do with starships, being in the occasional strike team and hacking into security and other systems.

Kraid's allegiances are spotty. He served all his employers well, but has started having doubts about the dynamic and chaotic lifestyle that he has lived and has entertained thoughts of returning to Kuat and go back to building ships. Kraid is impartial to the Imperials and the Alliance and mostly cares about how either would affect Kuat. He is very suspicious of all Jedis.


(ADDITIONAL GM CHARACTERS)


Name: Gendo Vetarr
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 5?7?
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Brown Cybernetic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Birthplace: Unknown
Weapons: ARC-9965 Blaster, Hidden Arsenal in Cybernetic limbs, frag and glop grenades
Possessions: Stormtrooper chest plate and assorted armor pieces (shoulder, lower legs, thighs), Commlink, Utility Belt, Ascension cable, Recon droids, specialized computer, datapad, ?the Void Wraith?
Profession: Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Slicer
Languages: Basic and many common galactic languages
Allignments: Himself
Biography: An ace fighter for hire who appeared suddenly on the galactic scene from the Outer Rim, the man known as Gendo Vetarr has made quite a name for himself as both a mercenary and bounty hunter in recent years. Some say he might even be one
of the best out there at the time, 100 years after the Killik Border Crisis.

Like the mysterious Boba Fett before him, his visage is hidden from public sight, save for one pale patch of wizened flesh and a glaring cybernetic brown eye of the left side of his face which in and of itself offers an array of functions. His weaponry and armor is a mixed bag, from the auditory dampeners he wears on his head to the various pieces of armor, including the ebony Stormtrooper breastplate, scattered across his bandaged body. While adept with his trusty blaster pistol and assorted bladed weapons, not to mention various styles of hand to hand combat, the true secret to his success are the various hidden gadgets he has hidden in his prosthetic limbs.


Name: Krvvkek
Species: Nevik Shadowman
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (Middle-aged)
Height: 5?8?
Exoskeleton Color:
Eye Color: Yellow
Birthplace: Nevik
Weapons: Blaster Rifle
Possessio

 

(GM APPROVED for MoonlightsAngel) And with these two (and one other characters that I'm aware of), we have the entire crew for the 'Fool's Gamble.' Any other characters will have to be ancilliary for now, either allies or enemies.

Name: Azul Hadrian
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5?1
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Ice blue
Hair Color: Auburn
Homeworld: Bellassa
Weapons: Two Vibroblades, anything she can get her hands on -I mean that-, fists and feet.
Possessions: Messenger-style back pack filled with med supplies, weapons, and some clothes.
Profession: Medic, Assasin, Spy.
Languages: Basic, Huttese, and some other common Glactic languages.
Alignments: Herself and her little ?pet?.
Appearance: Slender, slim and shapely, very beautiful, she loves black. She wears a black halter top, a black-long sleeved hoodie over it, white shorts and black and white sneakers. Azzie?s extremely agile and fast, which compensates for her lack of physical strength. She?s bubbly, cute, energetic, and nice. Is she?s pissed off, take a good advice and run away, as she gets very aggressive.
Biography: Her father worked a little too much, and her mother had her hands full with five other kids beside herself. Azul being the third eldest, practically was raised in the streets.

When she was 13 though, she left, not runing away, she simply didn?t go back to dinner one night -not that there was much for dinner anyways-.

She learnt everything she knows working for the Hutts, it was then when she stumbled upon her ?little pet? (actually a present from her ?boss? for a good job) But?she eventually walked away -again-; they let her go since she presented no threat to them whatsoever. Azzie ended up working in a bar as a barmaid, and even dancing/singing at times -she?s a great dancer/singer and loves it-.

She walked away from that too, and now she?s bored and trying to figure out what to do next.



Name: Ryelee Hadrian
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 9
Height: uhm?short.
Skin Color: Tan.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Homeworld: ??
Weapons: His cuteness and a vibroblade.
Possessions: Small back pack with clothes, teddy bear, blankets and a lot of stolen stuff.
Profession: Part-time Spy and thief, full time Azzie?s pet (Az: And pain in the ass too?)
Languages: Basic, Huttese, and several Common Galactic languages.
Allignments: Azul (Rye: -sigh-)
Appearance: Short, broad-shoulders -for his age of course- Very cute, and innocent -which can be dangerous-
Biography:

Taken by the Hutts as a slave since a very young age and given to Azul as a present. His whole life he?s had a great talent as a thief and spy, managing to stay quiet and still for long periods -You wouldn?t guess it as he?s normally overly-hyper-.

Now, his young master has come to realize he actually steals without realizing it, and mostly ends up sitting anywhere, pulling out stuff from his pack and wondering where the heck is it doing here -getting him and Azul in more trouble than he?s worth-

 

Oi China! -waves- Yep, like your girl...you'll see, Rye has to be the complete opposite of Ira, not to mention Azzie and River...they'll be fun to play! Luve your girl btw!!!!

-nodnodnod- Looks good indeed! We'll see how it goes -grin- Oh...if any of you guys can't find something...there's certain boy who might have an idea about your items' whereabouts!!

Rye: -grins innocently-

 

That kid(Rye) probably has a bounty on him if he steals alot.

 

Azul: Maybe...who cares?

Ryelee: -sitting on the ground, examining a bag with 250 credits-

Azul: Rye?

Ryelee: I have no idea...

Azul: -slaps forehead- I see what you mean, CT-13438.

Rye: Uh, you guys? Anyone missing cash?

 

(GM APPROVED for Darth_Meerkat!)


Name: Tharc Takil
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 6? 2?
Skin Color: Tanned Caucasian
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Homeworld: Mandalore
Weapons: E-11 BlasTech blaster rifle, vibroblade, knife
Possessions: Weapons, Clothes, Datapad, StarViper starfighter
Profession: Tech/Slicer, Pilot
Languages: Spoken: Basic, Mando?a, Trader Slang, Minnisiat. Understood: Huttese.
Allignments: Jav Boran, Freelance
Appearance: Woodland camo pants and jacket, sturdy black combat boots with a knife holster custom fitted into a small area between the inner and outer layers of the right side of the right boot.
Biography: Tharc was born in a Desilijic Hutt palace. His father was one of the many enforcers that was employed by the Desilijic clan, but was killed on a routine protection payment collection gone wrong. His mother, a Mandalorian who worked in the kitchens, raised him with the help of any other worker in the culinary department, and on occasion, one of the Hutt cartel?s many guests who took a liking to him.

One such guest, Mhikyal, was an old friend of his mother?s. His mother begged Mhikyal to take Tharc away from the palace before the better part of his life was wasted. Mhikyal obliged. Tharc spent a few years traveling the galaxy with the man seeing planets such as Hapes, Coruscant, Corellia and a brief trip to Csilla, although his favorite was the trip to Mandalore. While there, Mhikyal got him a tour of the MandalMotors factory where Tharc saw a variety of different speeders and fighters, although the StarViper was by far his favorite type. That night, he mentioned that he wanted a StarViper to Mhik, and to his surprise, while he was sleeping, Mhik snuck out of their shared room, and bought him a StarViper. After that, he flew the starfighter everywhere they went, but he eventually set out on his own, taking only a few credits, the clothes on his back, and his starfighter.

 

I sent mine

 

Sending.

 

OOC: Now, the game officially begins! If you still want to participate in as a freelance/independant or Alliance/Imperial character, though not a part of the ship's crew proper, just send in your Character sheets. Also, everyone doesn't have to leap at joining the ship initially. You can either apply to the ad below, or meet up in some dirt Cantina in the lower levels, or something. Use your creativity. Anyway...on with the show!

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IC: Captain Jav Boran and S2-56G
Landing Pad 267, Newport, Coruscant

The following advertisement is found in the Business and Employment section on ?nets across Coruscant and surrounding systems:

<WANTED: Skill Professionals wanted to crew former Imperial transport vessel. Three positions available. Should have some piloting or gunnery experience.

Also, up to six positions available in For-Hire enterprise. See the sights. Meet interesting people. Reasonable pay with plenty of hours. Full-time position. Should be familiar with various weapons-types. Engineering or Computer skills a plus.

EOE. No drug tests required.

If interested, please contact Captain Jav Boran on Comm signal #21964588 or apply in person at Landing Pad 267 in Newport district, Coruscant.>

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Footsteps echoing upon the landing ramp, Captain Boran slowly made his way out of the Fool?s Gamble, folding chair under his arm as S2-56G trundled along behind him.

?I sent the ad as you requested, Captain,? S2 chimed in his chipper tone, watching as the Duros set up his chair on the landing pad.

?Good, good, hopefully I worded it well enough to get a group of capable yet trustworthy applicants. If I put ?Wanted: Mercenaries?, who knows what we?d end up with, especially here on Coruscant.? As soon as he had unfolded and secured the chair, Jav spun around and flopped down onto its canvassed form, propping his head back on one arm while with the other he pulled a silver flask from his jacket. ?Now to just sit back and let the applicants pour in.?

?That?s certainly wishful thinking, especially so quickly,? S2 said, cocking his head as he looked down at his ?partner? and owner. ?And isn?t it a little early to be drinking, Captain? It?s only 1000 hours.?

Looking up at his droid co-pilot curiously and then down at the flask, it dawned on him what S2 was talking about. ?Oh, this? No, no....no alcohol. This is iced Chandrillan spiced tea.?

S2 nodded his ovular green head thoughtfully, ?Well, shouldn?t we try to line up a job or two before we interview anyone? I mean, it would be helpful if we had some credits in reserve before we staff??

Before the droid could finish, the Captain raised his hand and stopped him mid-sentence. ?Good point all around, S2. You go inside and see if you can set up an appointment with Queen Jool at Rik?s place. I?ll go talk to her later and see if she can give me any leads.?

?It?ll cost us.?

?Everything costs us, just about, so I just consider it par for the course.? Again, S2 nodded in compliance and turned to go back to the ship before Jav spoke up again. ?Oh, and while you?re in there, runs some diagnostics on the Fool?s systems. See how well she did on her maiden voyage from the Ord Mantell scrap yards. Hopefully we won?t have to hit them up again any time soon.?

The sound of whirring servos and metal on metal footsteps mixed with that of the nearby air traffic as Jav Boran reclined there in his chair. With a smile, he looked up into the sky and caught sight of Coruscant?s rings eclipsed by passing traffic, all the while feeling the warm rays of the sun bathing his rich blue skin. It was indeed a good morning so far.

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S2 walked to the small outcove at the forward section of the spacious bridge where the main shipboard controls were nestled and sighed as his metallic fingers danced about, beginning the diagnostics as requested. Once that completed, he went to the Comm station and began to key in the correct c

 

A young, purple skinned Twi'lek laid sprawled out on her stomach on a bench outside of the Outlander's Club, chewing on some gum and smoking. She was wearing a black...scarf...that was wrapped around her body in such a way as to pass for a dress, but still left little to the imagination. She had on fishnets that went up to mid-thigh, and rather tall platform heels that glittered in the sunlight. Her tanish backpack was used as support for her arms as she scanned through the daily employment section in her datapad that had been downloaded from earlier that day. She wasn't really in the need for a job at the moment-she had picked up a rather 'sensible' job as a dancer at the Outlander's Club a few months ago...but that was getting boring. She wasn't allowed to get as drunk as she'd like around the guests (and she needed to be drunk to deal with them at times), and the other rules the club had were stiffling her.

"Hmm...Maybe something that'll take me out of this boring city for a while." she mused to herself as she scaned the ads. It seemed to be harder and harder to get a decent job that didn't drug test-or that didn't require any kind of test at all, to comply with. And working with the government was out-she'd already been in trouble with them. No need to let them know where she was, or let alone that she was even still alive. Laughing to herself, she took the last drag and snuffed out the butt of the cigerette she was smoking on the ground.

Her lekku were wrapped around her shoulders like a scarf, and in the sun she felt almost like falling asleep. Last night she had been up late, dealing with some rather nasty clintel, and she really didn't want to get up this morning to practice. She was almost finished when an ad caught her eye:

<WANTED: Skill Professionals wanted to crew former Imperial transport vessel. Three positions available. Should have some piloting or gunnery experience.

Also, up to six positions available in For-Hire enterprise. See the sights. Meet interesting people. Reasonable pay with plenty of hours. Full-time position. Should be familiar with various weapons-types. Engineering or Computer skills a plus.

EOE. No drug tests required.

If interested, please contact Captain Jav Boran on Comm signal #21964588 or apply in person at Landing Pad 267 in Newport district, Coruscant.>

No Drug test required? And a full-time position on a ship where she could actully use her computer skills that she'd worked so hard on to perfect? One of her lekku mimicked a finger scratching her chin as the weighed out the possibilities. She'd have to change into something less slinky; but then again, if the crew was male, they'd hire her just to look good. Laughing to herself, she sat up and saved the ad onto her datapad. She had a few hours before the club opened for her type of business, so she slipped her backpack on and headed back to her dingy apartment. She had saved a few ads from the past few days, and decided that today she'd check out every ad. If she didn't make it, at least she'd still have a job at the club.

While she walked, she felt her stomach grumble. She was low on credits at the moment, and the hike back to her apartment ment she'd be starving by the time she got there. Looking around, she decided this would be a good time to pick up a bite to eat, at the expense of an unknowning patron. Now, who would be the victem? She scaned the crowd...

TAG: Anyone

OOC: I can't remember what a "lekku" is plural...sorry...and my spelling's bad.

 

Colonel Artemis Z.M. Veers

Crullov City, Corulag

"Zem!" shouted one of the five surviving stormtroopers that had been sent to Corulag to disrupt Krayt's productions of the TIE starfighters. The mission had gone smoothly within the first few hours but went sour when their contact, Colonel Hadis Ato, had turned out to be a double agent and betrayed them to Krayt's forces. Out of the twelve men the Emperor had sent to sabotage the Sienar Fleet Systems factory in Curamelle, only five and it's commander survived the disaster. Now the surviving members were on the run looking for sanctuary in the underground world of Crullov City.

A choice that turned out to be just as bad as if they had chosen to stay in Curamelle.

A crimson blaster bolt sped past Colonel Veers's position and splattered against the remains of a crumpled building behind him. If there was one good thing that came out of his decision to come here was the fact that there were plenty of hiding places for he and his men to take up residence in or to take cover behind. Two hundred years ago, a great groundquake had shaken up the once prosperous city and sank it's buildings six meters into the earth, flooding parts of the city underwater and underground. Now most of the city harbored criminals, thugs, and other unsavory locals that the loyalists and traitors both don't want to really deal with.

Right now Veers really did not want to deal with these particular locals that were currently attacking them. And all because we strayed a few feet into their territory, he bitterly recalled as he returned fire. There was a scuffle of feet behind him and the Imperial Colonel turned around to face a Nikto ready to cleave him in half with a force-axe. The stormtrooper commander brought his pistol around to fire but knew he would be too late to stop the alien from killing him.

A black shadow crossed his vision as the force-axe came swinging down. He blinked away his confusion and surprise to see one of his men wrestling the force-axe out of the Nikto's hands and forcing his own vibroblade into it's throat. The stormtrooper pulled away from the dead alien and crouched next to his commander. "Didn't you hear me?" he asked of Veers.

The Colonel shook his head and pointed at his right ear. Small trickles of blood was seeping out of the ear drum. "I can't hear well after that frelling sonic grenade hit us. I was kriffing lucky I even heard that Nikto approach over this din!" He shouted over the noise of the battle.

The stormtrooper gently grabbed the Colonel's face and turned it sideways so he could look at the injury. He shook his head slightly and spoke; "We need to get out of here before you lose that eardrum. You'll be no good to us deaf."

"I whole heartedly agree," Veers concured to the former statement and cringed when a blaster bolt splashed against his duricrete shield he was hiding behind. "Has Womprat found an alternative route out of this hell hole?"

"Yes, but you aren't going to like it."

"Lemme guess, sewers?" The stormtrooper nodded and Veers groaned. "Alright, initiate Blue Gamma and fall back to whatever entrance he found. The sooner we can get out of this slime hole and to better parts of the city, the sooner I can get a sonic-shower." He imagined the stormtrooper grinning at that. His men all knew how much he hated Womprat's usual choices of escape or infiltration. It wasn't the smell that bothered him, it was what lived in the sewers that bothered him the most.

TAG: Uh...I dunno, lol

 

(GM APPROVED for Tog!)

Name: Vitch Hotu
Species: Amani
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6 feet 5 inches
Skin Color: tan
Eye Color: red
Hair Color: none
Homeworld: Maridun
Weapons: Mostly vibro spear but sometimes a rifle
Possessions: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/9/99/Amani_1a.jpg ((The middle one's)) and sometimes wears a spiked armor up his back so he can roll faster and hurt people when he rolls
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Languages: Common, Amani, Huttese
Allignments: Money
Ship: (( http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/b/b7/YG-4210.jpg )) painted Brown, Its crew consists of one: A droid thats hardwired into the ship. ((As well as several Mantentce droids)) The ship is heavy modified cause of its old condition and has been turned into a Bounty Hunter/Prisoner Ship
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/9/99/Amani_1a.jpg ((The middle one))
Biography: Vitch grew up on Maridun and trained with a spear. He is very found of how fast he can move when rolled up. Is now up for hire with no jobs on his Bounty Information Pad.