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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/11 10:17am Subject: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 6/11 10:51am (1 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	"I absolutely must insist on greater Imperial Fleet presence in the Noonian system. An alarming number of pirates has recently been plaguing merchant vessels, particularly those hauling cargoes for Nebula Consumables." --Governor Trophan Thanis Be it known that Abigail Grim, owner of the private vessel “BackStab”, is now recognized by the New Republic as license to conduct raids upon the Imperial government, subsidiaries, and supporters, and Warlords to capture such cargo, properties and vessels as they may own, and to deliver them unto the Republic. Further, to capture officers of the Imperial military, government, and supporters. She is also authorized and expected to pursue the war against the Empire as she is able, while in no case endangering the innocent civilian public and without causing undue damage to property. The owner shall surrender all proceeds of such activities to the review of the Republic, and in return shall be awarded 50 percent of their value. The Republic shall also award fixed bounties for the confirmed destruction of Imperial properties. In return, the Republic shall render such aid as it can, subject to availability and discretion, including shelter, intelligence, repair, stocking, and fueling. Those members of the crew, formerly criminals, are hereby granted amnesty, so long as they serve our cause, or until the Empire is destroyed, and do not commit further crimes. Should they do so, they shall be subject to all charges, and summarily imprisoned. All slaves found in the course of duty shall be free, all illicit substances destroyed. The Republic may choose to buy an entire cargo, at needed. This letter shall hold in effect for one year from its date, when it shall be reviewed. If either party is dissatisfied, the contract may be dissolved. The Republic reserves the right to assign observers to the ship, for the purpose of this review. Ral'Rai Muvunc Supreme Allied Commander Ordnance and Supply (As seen on a flier outside a cantina) Employment Opportunity Crew and starfighter pilots for the private vessel “BackStab”. Ex-military preferred, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and former pirates are welcome. No murderers, slavers, or drug dealers. Please contact Abigail Grim at the following holonet addresses. Welcome to Star Wars Symphony of Destruction Current era is 15aby. In this game you’ll play a newly hired member of the BackStab’s crew. The BackStab is a Privateer’s ship commissioned by the New Republic to cause the Empire as much grief as possible. The New Republic regularly hires Privateers to harass the Empire, a practice they started when they were still the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Additional information. The BackStab – A Modified Corellian CR90 Corvette. The ship has been recently equipped with a landing bay and three extendable docking tubes. This allowed the BackStab to carry 8 Clutch Starfighters. It also has room for two support shuttles. It also has 8 Turbolasers and 2 heavy Ion Cannon. A crew complement of 145 with an additional 40 passengers. Can carry 2,500 metric tons of cargo. Clutch Starfighter - The Clutch consisted of a TIE/ln starfighter ball cockpit and ion engines and three triangular fins set 120° apart with one fin above the cockpit and two below. Windows were cut into the side of the ball cockpit to give the pilot a better field of vision. Clutches were similar in speed to X-wing fighters but more maneuverable. Unlike Imperial TIE series starfighters, the Clutch had basic shields, granting it better survivability. Weaponry consisted of two laser cannons mounted below the cockpit, similar to the TIE fighter. The Clutch also had an ion cannon mounted on the tip of the top fin. The lower two fins served as landing gear. Though Clutches were sometimes referred to as "tri-fighters", they were not to be confused with the earlier droid tri-fighters used by the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the later years of the Clone Wars. Rules 1. Obey the TOS. 2. No godmoding. 3. No auto-hitting. 4. The GM’s word is final. 5. No Profanity (If you must curse use a Star Wars curse; Stang, Krif, Poodo, Emperor’s Black Bones, SithSpit…ect. 6. Original Characters only please. 7. Pm all Character sheets to me for approval. Characters I am looking for but not limiting it to starfighter pilots, and commandos. The Backstab has room for two shuttles so anyone that would like to bring there own ship can do so, first come first serve. Characters I would like: Starfighter Squadron leader: 1 slot open. Additional pilots: 7 slots open. Commando Leader: 1 slot open. Additional Commandos: x# of slots open (Optional) Republic Observer: 1 Slot open. Character Sheet Name: Gender: Age: Species: Homeworld: Affiliation: Personality ---Traits: ---Likes: ---Dislikes: ---Habits: Appearance ---Skin Color: ---Hair Color: ---Eye Color: ---Clothing: ---Other Attributes: ---Other Details: Weapons: Pilot: Yes/No Commando: Yes/No The Force: Yes/No ---Sensitivity: Strong/Moderate/Weak ---Religion: ---Lightsaber -----Blade(s): -----Color(s): -----Handle Description(s): ---Force Strength: ---Force Weakness: ---Other Force Object(s): Biography: My Character Name: Abigail Grim Gender: Female Age: 32 Species: Human Homeworld: Alderaan Affiliation: New Republic (Privateer) Personality ---Traits: Cold, calculating, clever, honorable, vengeful, compassionate. ---Likes: Reading, playing her flute, Destroying Imperials. ---Dislikes: Imperials, Traitors, Less Honorable people. ---Habits: Tapping her nails when impatient. Appearance ---Skin Color: Pale ---Hair Color: Red, long ---Eye Color: Blue ---Clothing: Bluish-gray body suit with armored plates. ---Other Attributes: artificial left hand. ---Other Details: Numerous small scars Weapons: Modified Pulse Cannon, DL-44 heavy blaster Pilot: Yes Commando: Yes The Force: Yes ---Sensitivity: Strong ---Religion: Ronin ---Lightsaber -----Blade(s): Normal 133cm -----Color(s): Blue -----Handle Description(s): polished steel with brass fittings and a black non-skid grip ---Force Strength: Telekinesis, A form of Battle meld. ---Force Weakness: Healing ---Other Force Object(s): Holocron Biography: Abigail grew up like a normal child on Alderaan. Her parents were loving caring people that encouraged her to be the best she could be. She attended school, and eventually graduated with honors in her chosen field of archaeology. She was on Arkania on a dig site when she found a cube of milky jade crystal with intricate carvings. It was warm to the touch, but other than that anomalous fact there was nothing special about it. She dropped the cube as she grabbed her head in pain. She heard millions of voices cry out in terror then they where suddenly silenced. She sunk to her hands and knees and vomited. She managed to shift to the side before collapsing. She passed out from the overwhelming trauma of the event. When she awoke the holonet was just broadcasting the news of Alderaan’s destruction. She felt numb. All her friends and family were gone. Destroyed by the Empire because they said Alderaan was a base for the Rebels. Bantha Poodo! The only thing Alderaan had done wrong was to disarm and not oppose the Empire when it could have. Packing her equipment and artifacts up Abigail left. She sought out the Rebels and offered her services. She became a fair fighter pilot, and a good commando. She was part of the ground defense at Hoth, and part of the assault crew for Endor. After the New Republic was formed she took her leave from the military. She started to visit Imperial worlds to help start local resistances. It was on one of these planets that she again held the Milky jade cube. She had forgotten about it for years, it being stored in a box of her stuff, but her cover for her mission had her as an antique dealer. The cube was a good addition to her small collection of wears she was bringing. Only this time when she touched it the most curious thing happened. The cube flared white and a small holographic figure appeared. “Greetings, I am Valarim Trask. Keeper of this Holocron. Do you have a question for me?” Over the next few years Abigail learned all she could from the holocron. The gatekeeper could sense Abigail’s ability and level, and would offer or restrict information accordingly. As she grew in ability the holocron would offer more information. Following instructions from the holocron, Abigail constructed her first lightsaber. While the holocron was obviously of Jedi origin and not Sith Abigail was not opposed to using her anger to channel the Force. Her view of the Force was that it was neither good nor evil, it was the being that used the Force that that defined if it was dark or light. After a brief meeting with Luke Skywalker around 11ABY, in which he tried to convince her to join his Jedi Academy, she declared herself a Ronin; a Force user that used both light and dark side techniques for the betterment of the Galaxy. Two years later she found herself in a position to take control of the remains of the pirate group the Khuiumin Survivors. Their leader, Jacob Nive, surrendered to Abigail after she successfully resisted their attempt to raid the ship she was traveling on, and in turn captured them. Abigail assumed control and, with the help of the New Republic, turned the group from Pirates to Privateers. Because of the Survivors hate for the Empire, it was not a difficult transition. Currently the CR90 Corellian corvette “BackStab” is undergoing refit at the Mon Calamari Shipyards. I look forward to Playing with you all. I_H Edit: Locked at Author's request. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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Master_Dmentae Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 5/11 1:51pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: Sounds good to me. CS sent in, Squib form...oh yeah! Haggling. -----signature----- Ace Combat Fan - "Dancing with the Angels!" Xbox Live User - Dmentae Oblivion Fan - "By Azura By Azura By..." Star Wars Knowledge Fan "In appearance, the Knowledge Bank doesn't look all that impressive…" Whatever else you want me to be - "Insert Quote Her
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/11 2:09pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Very well thought through I'll send a CS soon.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/11 5:23pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	sounds good i'll send in a CS -----signature----- I said i never had much use for one, never said i didn't know how to use it - Quigley Down Under
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/12 8:51am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Name: Braks Munto Gender: Male Age: 45 Species: Gran Homeworld: Malastare Affiliation: Smuggler Personality ---Traits: Warm, paternal, wry sense of humor ---Likes: Flying, smoking, whiskey, strong bonds ---Dislikes: Disloyalty ---Habits: Smoking and reading Appearance ---Skin Color: Lightly mottled brown ---Eye Color: Brown ---Clothing: Pilot garb: usually pants and a vest, each with a great many pockets, with a simple shirt underneath. Three gold rings in his left ear. ---Other Attributes: Tattoo of a podracer on his arm ---Other Details: Muscular and tall, but inviting rather than intimidating. Weapons: A pair of WESTAR-34’s. Pilot: Pilot of the Goatgrass, a modified KDY AIAT/I painted various shades of green. Commando: Not for years. The Force: No Biography: Braks grew up as a rich Gran on Malastare, rebelling against his parents by hanging out with the seedy underworld the planet had to offer, and betting on illegal podraces. By the age of twenty-five he was piloting a racer himself, and was arrested in an Imperial raid along with the other participating pilots and the race organizers. His parents all but disowned him when, after getting out of jail, he fell in with a Dug guerilla group and freed his family’s slaves. This suited Braks just fine, and he used his parents’ money to buy the Goatgrass and go into business for himself. During the Empire, things weren’t 100% legitimate, but after the Battle of Endor Braks tried to go straight again, becoming involved during the Thrawn Crisis when Han Solo put out a call to all smugglers. He’s been a long time acquaintance with Ms. Grim, and having known a few Jedi of both the light and dark variety in his time, has long been worried about her manner of using her gifts. More than once he’s urged her to fall in line with Skywalker and do some good for the galaxy, and each time his advice has gone unheeded. As he’s been trying to stay straight, Braks hasn’t shown an interest in little Abby’s piracy. Her new NR contract, however, might change things up. -----signature----- HOLY CRAP MY NAME IS RED!!! Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - PALPATINE MUST DIE!!! Check my profile for recruiting details. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 5/12 2:50pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	GM Approved! Name: Phoenix Grand Gender: Male Age: 33 Species: Human Homeworld: Terminus Affiliation: Solely Mercenary Personality ---Traits: Powerful, intimidating, intelligent, thoughtful, brilliant businessman, unnervingly calm, skilled combatant, unnaturally lucky. ---Likes: Cantinas, land, guns, honesty, certain smugglers. ---Dislikes: Alcohol and narcotics, bounty hunters, the Empire, customs, space, most other governments. ---Habits: Folds arms when displeased or curious. Furrows brow when confused. Appearance ---Skin Color: Light brown ---Hair Color: Brown, spiky ---Eye Color: Piercing hazel with flecks of both gold and green. ---Clothing: Durable jumpsuit under khaki pants, a blue jacket and a large green trench coat. Black boots. ---Other Attributes: Cybernetic right eye that lets him see in night and thermal views. Cybernetic left hand. ---Other Details: Slashing scar from his forehead to his cheek that crosses his right eye. Weapons: DLT-20A blaster rifle on a shoulder strap, T-6 Thunderer in a waist holster, a holdout blaster in each sleeve, vibroknife on the back of his belt. Pilot: Once. Commando: Yes. The Force: Not enough to be trained or even noticed. Biography: Phoenix lived a troubled childhood. He joined a swoop gang when he was 12, possibly the most innocent major action he has committed. And, still Nix stole and killed for money. But, Phoenix hated it and left when he was 16. This ended a certain part of his life, but opened the way for a brief stint as a bounty hunter. He was an effective killer, showing little concern for his safety. This earned Phoenix a powerful reputation and spite from other hunters. One went so far as to cut his eye, losing his life in the process. His short-lived career generated contempt for other bounty hunters and vaulted him into another brief job. For a year and half, Phoenix trained and flew as a TIE pilot. In his tenure, he saw the many atrocities committed by the Empire, and the little faith he had in his government was dashed. Phoenix left the service at 19. Without respect for most in the galaxy, Phoenix tried to begin a career as a smuggler. His good fortune kept him in the game and for ten years Phoenix created his own organization from scratch, using contacts he had garnered over the course of his life. But, after the return of enduring problems in his left hand, Phoenix handed control of his company to his second-in-command, to try and rehabilitate himself. Nix replaced his left hand with a cybernetic one and after a year, he tried getting back into the game, but found his old group moving in a different direction than his own views were sending him. Accepting that fate, Phoenix became a mercenary, a gun for hire, and worked for whoever paid, legitimate or otherwise. While in a cantina on Commenor, Phoenix saw a flier to join a privateer crew. The decent wages caught Nix’s attention and he left almost immediately. -----signature----- Legal Adopter of dab. Fear the beast I shall shape.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/12 3:39pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Name: Dresden Karn Gender: Male Age: 32 Species: Human Homeworld: Corellia Affiliation: Republic (Privateer) Personality ---Traits: Is a superior pilot and can hold his own in a close quarters battle. Tends to be serious but does have a wry sense of humor about him. Has seen the tough side of life and ---Likes: Flying, and the outdoors ---Dislikes: The Empire, cowards, cocky people, ---Habits: plays cards, drinks occasionally, and enjoys a cigarette every now and then Appearance http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2006/130/930279_20060511_screen014.jpg ---Skin Color: White, fairly tanned ---Hair Color: Dark brown cut very short ---Eye Color: Grey ---Clothing: Wears a black t-shirt with black fatigue pants and black combat boots ---Armor: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/c/cf/RebelSpecForce.JPG ---Other Attributes: : Dresden stands 6’1 and weighs185 pounds much of which is lean hard muscle, but he is not bulky, and even though he is past his prime, his body is still toned and powerful, which makes Dresden an opposing figure to any stranger who didn’t know him. Dresden’s complexion is rugged but still has a look of youthfulness in it. Dresden’s eyes are a penetrating grey and have the look of a man who has seen much war, death, and loss in his life, but also the look of a man with years of experience and knowledge. And deep within those weary eyes lays a glimmer of hope. The unshaven stubble and his dark gotee on his face adds to his tough and rugged demeanor. Dresden carries many scars including two gun shot wounds, one to the abdomen and another on his left thigh. His knife scars include one to the left side of his and the other on the lower of his back along with numerous smaller ones. ---Other Details: Dresden is a good pilot and an even better soldier due to his moderate force sensitivity, which helps him on his alertness and perception. But he was never recruited by the Jedi; Dresden doesn’t even know he is force sensitive. Weapons: A bluebolt blaster, DC-15 pistol, a and a boot knife Pilot: Yes Commando: Yes Commando Team Leader The Force: Yes ---Sensitivity: Moderate ---Religion: None ---Lightsaber -----Blade(s): None -----Color(s): None -----Handle Description(s): None ---Force Strength: None ---Force Weakness: None ---Other Force Object(s): None Biography: Born on Corellia in the city of Coronet, Dresden led a hard life. His mother had died in childbirth leaving only his father to look after him. After his mother’s death, Dresden’s father went to drinking and gambling away what little money the family had. When Dresden was 15, his father was killed in a local cantina when he got into it with some tough looking men. This left Dresden on his own, he now had no rules to live by, and no one to rely on but himself. Dresden’s life went south when he joined up with the Bordertown Reds, a fearsome and large gang in Coronet City. Dresden spent years living this reckless lifestyle of stealing, robbery, gang fights and much more. Until one day him and a few other boys from the gang were caught sneaking out of a store they had just robbed, they all got away except Dresden who was locked away with the illusion that his so called family would come bail him out, but they didn’t. After he got out, Dresden decided to straighten his life out, get a job and earn a living. By the time Dresden was 18, rumors of war loomed on the horizon, rumors of a rebellion that went against the Empire. They were fools; at least that is what Dresden had thought in the beginning. But soon the empire moved in on Corellia, conscripting young men for the Imperial Army. Dresden was recruited against his will. He had been a decent pilot before joining the Empire, and upon seeing this, the Empire threw him into their Officer training school. Dresden passed the school in the top 2% of his class with the rank of lieutenant, however his hard-earned military career was short lived. Dresden was sent on the run a few years later after killing his superior officer who was head of slaving operations on New Plympto, he wanted Dresden to kill a disobedient slave, but Dresden refused. A fight ensued which resulted in the death of his commanding officer. Dresden then fled from his military career to wander the galaxy, until he decided to put his skills to use as a smuggler for a Hutt named Jabba on Tatooine. He worked for Jabba for a couple of years before quitting because of the low pay for such a high risk. He then went on to serve as a bounty hunter for a number of years for a number of different clientele. One day while inside a cantina, Dresden saw the poster for a crew of a ship named the Backstab who was hiring pilots. Dresden thought that this might be worth his skill. So he went to meet with the captain named Abigail Grim. He was soon hired on as the Commando Team Leader after Abigail saw his skill as a soldier and a pilot. -----signature----- I said i never had much use for one, never said i didn't know how to use it - Quigley Down Under
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/13 1:26am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	First I wanted to say thank you to everybody. I posted this game, my first game in this forum, and with in eight hours I received 12 Character Sheets! Woot! Now here's an update. Starfighter Squadron leader: 1 slot open. Additional pilots: 3 slots open. (I have reevaluated this section) Commando Leader: witchdoctor187, Full Additional Commandos: NickLitYouAFlame, Radiance, slumvillage, 1 open slot left. (Optional) Republic Observer: chanbill5390 Full BackStab Crew: x# of open slots. Additional Crew: BobaMatt Also If anyone wants to tackle the character of Jacob Nive, He is the second in command of the BackStab, Then PM me. Current players... If you think you can handle two Characters and want to play Jacob then shoot me a PM. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/13 5:35am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: Don't forget that the Goatgrass takes up one of those shuttle spots. -----signature----- HOLY CRAP MY NAME IS RED!!! Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - PALPATINE MUST DIE!!! Check my profile for recruiting details. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/13 2:50pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Thank you BobaMatt, in fact all shuttle spots are full. There is room for small personal fighters though. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/13 4:09pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	GM Approved Character Sheet Name: Gerrik Thade Gender: Male Age: 25 Species: Human Homeworld: Alderaan Affiliation: New Republic Personality ---Traits: Protective, Impatient, Fun-Loving ---Likes: Flying, Training, and "Blowing those Imperial flies out of the sky." ---Dislikes: The Empire, those who abuse the dark side, and anything else thats associated with the Sith ---Habits: Tends to like tinkering with his fighter as well as further customizing his lightsaber. Appearance ---Skin Color: Light Tan ---Hair Color: Dark Brown, Messy ---Eye Color: Silvery Blue ---Clothing: Tattered Jedi Robes and tunic ---Other Attributes: While visiting Dathomir the Singing Mountain Clan initiated him into their tribe, he has tribal tattoos on his shoulders and forearms. ---Other Details: He caries a single crystal on a chain around his neck. Weapons: Two Lightsabers, sometimes a blaster if he needs it, but rarely. Pilot: Yes Commando: Freelance The Force: Yes ---Sensitivity: Strong ---Religion: Jedi ---Lightsaber -----Blade(s): One per lightsaber -----Color(s): One a bright turquoise, the other a deep jungle green -----Handle Description(s): The handles are made of 14 fold tempered titanium, then they are decorated with chrome and electrum. The actual grip on the handles are made of soft, black leather and is recessed slightly into the rest of the handle to improve the grip. The Jedi Code is carved into the lower portion of the handle while the steps to the Dark Side are carved on the upper part. The pommel is also rounded to improve mobility. ---Force Strength: Force Minds Tricks and Illusions. ---Force Weakness: Force Healing(He can only heal scrapes and bruises) ---Other Force Object(s): He has a Jedi Holocron once owned by Odan Urr Biography: Born on Alderaan ten years before it was destroyed by the Empire, Gerrik was your typical child, but after he and his parents departed Alderaan on a trip to visit his relatives on Coruscant he was terrified by the news that his home had been destroyed. The Emperor's excuse, Alderaan was harboring Rebels and supplying them with weapons. "Weapons?!" Gerrik asked after he heard that. He and every other being in the galaxy knew that Alderaan had demilitarized to the last blaster weapon. This was the very day that Gerrik vowed vengeance against Palpatine. It was a few years after that when after that when he joined band of space pirates, his unique ability to cast large scale illusions helping them take over one Imperial Ship after the other. Then after the Battle of Endor he joined up with a small band of smugglers who were allied with the New Republic and were helping them make as much trouble for the remnants of the Empire as possible. He helped as best as he could for a fourteen year old. His illusions caused many Imperial vessels to surrender, without a single shot being fired. Gerrik eventually met up with Luke Skywalker who sensed his affinity for the Force. Between missions Luke would train him in the ways of the Force, eventually telling him of several palnets that may aid him in the making of his own lightsabers, and evn planets that may hold secret teachings hidden in holocrons. Among these worlds were Ilum and Ossus, he visited both crafting his lightsabers on Ilum using a Pontite crystal and a Crystal he formed himself out of the Force and a crystal he had found on a mission to Lorrd. This helped increase his already decent foresight. He also found a single holocron deep in the ruins of Ossus, it was made by none other than master Odan Urr. Today he serves as a highly skilled pilot, and Republic Observer, whose skills surpass that of many out there. He is also training hard under the teachings of Master Urr, as well as some training by Master Skywalker, to become a Jedi and help restore peace to the galaxy. Though a member of the 'BackStab's crew he does have his own personal starfighter, an interceptor class fighter he built himself. It is in the shape of the Greek letter psi and has six engines and six guns, and a small cloaking device which he recovered from the remains of a broken down vessel that he found somewhere outside the area near the Kuat Drive Yards. However Gerrik found it, stripped the cloaking device and trimmed it down to fit his fighters specifications. It can easily rip through a swarm of enemy fighters.
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14 10:51am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/14 1:19pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	STAR WARS Symphony of Destruction You take a mortal man, And put him in control Watch him become a god, Watch peoples heads aroll... Preface Absolute Power…Absolutely IC: Doctor Nick Suung Location: Unknown “Is it working?” The voice was dark and resonant. Doctor Suung never saw the man’s, if it was a man, face. Always was it a black shadow of darkness that the holo-projector transmitted. “I am not sure my lord. There seems to be no change in the cell structure.” Doctor Suung had a slight trimmer to his voice. His captor didn’t like to be disappointed. “I disapprove of your lack of progress Doctor.” The monitor to Suung’s side began to chime. “My lord, something is happening.” Suung manipulated the controls, searching for what was happening in the single cell organisms he was experimenting on. “Metabolism has doubled…no! It has quadrupled! Growth rate has increased by forty percent!” Suung watched the chaotic mass of cells as they struggled for room in the containment field. It was like watching lightning in a bottle, there was no way to predict how the cells would move. “They seem to be responding to the treatment very well, now for the real test.” The Dark man fell silent. Doctor Suung watched in amazement as the cells started to react to some unknown source. The chaotic mass of cells aligned, and arranged themselves in order according to size. “Excellent…” The dark man hissed the word, but it became a growl as a sudden light flared from the cell sample. Blue flame erupted from the microscope as the cells combusted in a spectacular display of uncontrolled energy. Doctor Suung cringed as he expected the dark man to tell the guard droid to tear his arms and legs off. Instead he heard the last thing he expected. “You have made excellent progress Doctor. This is a minor set back to a momentous leap. Please continue your experiment. I want this problem solved quickly.” Doctor Suung nodded his head vigorously. “Yes my lord.” Chapter One We few, We happy few, We band of... Pirates! IC: Abigail Grim Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42. Abigail watched as the construction droids and technicians scurried along the hull of her ship the “BackStab”. They reminded her of a swarm of piranha beetles from Yavin 4 as they stalked through the jungle. She could already see that the refit to the “BackStab” was almost complete. A day or so and she’ll be space worthy. She sensed a subtle shift in the Force behind her, and the familiar presence of Jacob Nive. “Yes Jacob?” He gave a start as he had thought he had gone unnoticed. “Abigail, we have some new beings here to sign up for the crew.” She nodded. “Put them in a conference room. I’ll be there in a bit to evaluate them.” Jacob turned to leave. “Yes Ma’am.” OOC: It has begun. All Players that have posted their sheets you can write opening posts that will place you in that conference room. We’ll do some in game organizing as far as positions go while we wait on a few more that haven’t posted their sheets yet. PS by the way there is a larger plot then just hassling the Empire, but I have deemed that it will be a surprise. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/14 2:19pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Gerrik Thade Gerrik had been ushered into a conference room by young man. He walked over to one side of the room and rested against the wall. 'Wonder how long they'll make me wait?' Gerrik said, he then awaited for others to join him. TAG: All
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Master_Dmentae Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 5/14 2:58pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Sorry for it being late, Bio problems. GM Approved (Hence the Bio Problems) Character Sheet Name: Sillian Gender: Male Age: 24 Species: Squib http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/9/96/Databank_Squib_colored.jpg/180px-Databank_Squib_colored.jpg Homeworld: Skor II Affiliation: Alliance Personality ---Traits: Superb Carrier/Transport Pilot and mechanic, Haggles alot, even when not trading due to his species nature. ---Likes: Haggling odds of surviving when flying, being told he bargined well. ---Dislikes: Losing his 'Haggle' ---Habits: Darting his eyes around and blinking rapidly when concentrating or nevous. Appearance ---Skin Color: Pink ---Hair Color: Blue ---Eye Color: Red ---Clothing: A simple Brown Bandoleer containing mechanical utensils, High Tan Boots and a Light Brown Belt with a skirt-type garment fastened on. He also wears a Lucky Pendant around his neck that he found. ---Other Attributes: He is very nimble and acrobatic, he can preform complex flips and dodges easily. ---Other Details: He is 1m tall and has sleek but clean fur, and the top of his left ear is missing due to an unfortunate experience. Weapons: Lightknife (below) and a Sqib Tensor Rifle (slung on back when not in use, or in a Terminal holster when flying the Backstab. Pilot: Yes Commando: No The Force: Yes (only to the extent of Pilot aiding) ---Sensitivity: Weak ---Religion: None ---Lightsaber -----Blade(s): Single, Shoto (More like a lightknife) -----Color(s): White -----Handle Description(s): A Simple cortosis Handle. ---Force Strength: Enhightened Awareness and Reactions. ---Force Weakness: Can be tricked easily by it. ---Other Force Object(s): 'Lucky' Pendant, concentrates his force, even though he dosent know it. Biography: Sillian, or Silli as his friends knew him as, was the typical Squib throughout his life, but he did not gain the overconfidence and other traits that his fellow Squib's did. He instead gained a more human and mature personality due to meeting Abigail early in his life and befreinding her, as they had saved eachother's hides countless times. Once Abigail received her ship, knowing that Sillian was a skilled and trustworthy pilot and friend, Sillian received a Holomessage from her detailing her obtaining of the ship and how she needed a skilled Carrier pilot and that Sillian fitted the bill. Sillian, having never had the opportunity for such a official ship, jumped for it as soon as she gave the request, he was now piloting her ship - Backstab. He is now getting to grips with the ship, as Abigail seemingly is, unless this is for moral support, he made his first landing in the Basktab to the Mon Calamari Docks recently, where Abigail attempted to enlist crew. He was very cautious and wary about inviting people to join the crew, as Abigail had suggested with the poster, as he dosent trust easily anymore. This is down to the experience that lost him the top of his left ear. IC: Sillian - Backstab Cockpit Sillian sat in the cockpit, he still had to modify this to his liking, but he neede dto ask Abigail aobut it beforehand. He emerged out of the chair and turned to leave, seeing 'Jacob' pass with another wierd man "Humans" he growled in is native tongue, feeling safe using it, but keeping out of earshot incase the new arrival knew his language. He moved down out of the Ship, sliding down the ramp on his fur. He walked up to Abigail and rubbed his fur against any passing droids to "feel" them "How are you to know if they are not Imperial spies or insurgents from someone else? Like a Hutt" he poked toward Abigail verbally. He trusted her, but was still cautious of human movement. Of any movement to be exact, due to some enhanced awareness he had, but it was not enough to save his ear, which he constantly reminded himself about. He stood, brushing his blue fur over his tensor rifle whilst waiting for an answer and more 'crew-to-be'. Tag: Abigail -----signature----- Ace Combat Fan - "Dancing with the Angels!" Xbox Live User - Dmentae Oblivion Fan - "By Azura By Azura By..." Star Wars Knowledge Fan "In appearance, the Knowledge Bank doesn't look all that impressive…" Whatever else you want me to be - "Insert Quote Her
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14 3:22pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/14 3:25pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ForceForever
	IC: Abigail Grim Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42. "How are you to know if they are not Imperial spies or insurgents from someone else? Like a Hutt" Abigail crooked a finger at Sillian. He was lifted off his feet, and pulled towards her as the space he previously occupied was a sudden hotbed of activity as a cargo loader droid lost repulser power and crashed into the decking. She set Sillian down in front of her. "I'll know if there is a spy, and yes you can modify the helm to whatever specifications you need to make sure your at top performance." She smiled at her old friend. "Besides you know how much fun I have when I can mess with spies." She winked at Sillian. "Come on. Lets go meet the hopefuls for our crew." She set off towards the conference room. Upon entering she saw a man leaning against the wall. She immediately sensed his powerful presence in the Force. Her brow furrowed. "What do you want Jedi?" Tag: Master_Dmentae, chanbill5390 -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/14 3:41pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Braks Munto The Gran eased his ship, the Goatgrass, out of hyperspace manually, not wanting to revert too close to the planet. Mon Calamari had busy airspace, and it was always wise to not let the computers control your jumps here or you could end up uncomfortable close to another vessel. The blue tunnel faded to white streaks, which faded to star points in the void surrounding the planet, a featureless blue ball surrounded by almost organic looking shipyards. It had been too long since Braks had tried out the amphibious capabilities of his AIAT/i, and he half considered blowing past the shipyards and heading down to the ocean. But he had an appointment he reckoned he'd keep. He commed ATC and swung the ship about for the berth he was assigned. He cursed his fate that it was so far away from the Backstab. Munto was walking down the landing ramp before it had fully descended and lighting a smoke as he went. His long time in the pilot's seat had caused his old war injuries to act up, and he tried hard to force himself not to limp. The pain was electric, shooting from his knee to his hip up his spine and seeming to explode behind his three eye-stalks. The cigarra helped things, but not much. He sucked hard on it, knowing he had to finish it before getting on the monorail across the shipyards. Some parts of the galaxy just weren't friendly to smokers, no matter how innocuous the substance in the rolling paper. He stood, shifting his weight against the monorail's rocking, standing not because there were no available seats but because sitting would make his leg hurt more. War injuries were a silly thing, following you around so that you never forgot. Abigail had her injuries too, though the worst ones weren't visible on the surface. Even the ones she kept hidden made themselves known to the outside, though; Braks always knew she'd been up to her dark magic again because it made her look sallow, it deadened her eyes, it made her scars stand out. The dark magic had a way of ruining a girl that would otherwise be pretty for a human. He told her time and again that she should go and use that potential, that power, to help people, that she should seek out the kid that killed the Emperor, the one with the school on Yavin, but she never listened. It was a shame, how the young never listened. Before he knew it, he had arrived at section 128. He hopped off the train and whipped out his cigs again and walked towards the Backstab, masking his pain with a grimace that said he wasn't walking slow 'cause he was hurting, he was walking slow because it's-none-of-your-business-why. He was met at the front of the berth by Jacob Nive and directed to, of all places, a conference room. As he was forced to walk even further on his bum leg, Munto began to question the wisdom of coming here at all. He didn't like messing with Abigail and her dark magic and he'd turned away from piracy when the Empire fell, but her NR contract just sounded too sweet to pass on. Worst comes to worse, he thought, I can always just leave... He entered the conference and was surprised that the others were young humans. He cast his eyes about, still uncomfortable in a room full of humans even though the Empire's HHC had been dead for years. Not all scars, he reflected once more, [i]were ones you could see on the outside. He pulled out a chair, nodded acknowledgments at the others in the room, and sat. After a brief silence, he spoke. "So...introductions?" TAG: The Conference Room -----signature----- HOLY CRAP MY NAME IS RED!!! Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - PALPATINE MUST DIE!!! Check my profile for recruiting details. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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