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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 3/25 3:39am Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	Cara Ta´Manis Dreaming of Korriban Her mind still whirled. To many things rushed into it. The Sith had fallen. Somehow she knew he was one. The Shadow Hand. He´d survive. The Sith would be there. Later. They were here now. Then everything shifted. The Cave. The Killik and then . . . the Celebration. She did not really listen what happened to the fallen Sith. He was dead. Long, long dead before she was born. Trayus was there. Talking. Playing the rudimentary games of courting of that age. And he looked like Elsander. He body, still not feeling a thing, trembled with anger. Elsander had died on Fondor. He had DIED. They used him. To use her. Gorog. Resistance swelled inside of her. She screamed out, part in the dream, part in the reality of the cave. Then turned towards Elsander . . . or Trayus. "You are dead. YOU ARE DEAD!" She waved her hand accidentially releasing the force in an outburst . . . in both worlds. "You are all dead. You died long ago. LONG AGO!" She yelled. Angry about herself. Angry to see her brother. Something mimicing her brother. She ripped the heavy sword from her side and leapt forward, beheading the foremost servant she found in a single slash. "You think I killed him? He is dead. Already dead. You all are!" She screamed and looked into the confused faces of Gorog´s followers. Finally she laughed. They couldn´t understand. They were dead. Everybody was dead. Except her. Except Gorog. "Celebrate? Why do you want to delebrate, Elsander? You haven´t even shown UP when I got the medal of Galinore. You are dead! And you are dead. Like everybody else, dead!" She laughed again. Couldn´t stop herself from laughing. She punched another servant into the face, using the force to strengthen her. Or was Gorog using it? Did she punch one of the insects somewhere in that cave. The cave? "DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!" She shouted at the lying man. Then she tumbled up to Elsander. Trayus. Dead Sith. Whatever she called him. "I am NOT DEAD!" She yelled into his face. Looking at her sword she considered stabbing it into him. Or herself. Decided against it. Gorog probably. Or the frekkin´instinct of survival. Throwing the blade into the gathered followers she yelled a last time: "ALL DEAD!" And tumbled into her private quarters. Laughing, while she wanted to cry. Tag: Sinrebirth, Cara´s therapist? -----signature----- Sorry about my english. I try . . . I really do! Member of "ImperialesZentrum" from the first day to the last! And proud of it! Yoda is sexy!
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WINKWINK Registered: Dec '08	Date Posted: 3/25 12:19pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	Dark Lord Approved Name: Hob Bob Age: 37 Species: Mandalorian Planet of Birth: Balosar Gender:Male Appearance: http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a227/Trimaj/16105-20425.gif [without the glasses] Royal purple and indigo Beskar armor 5 feet even Affiliation: Chiss ascendancy Rank:Mercenary The Force: no Weapons: Light custom Baskad. mechanized joints in his armor to help his endurance designed to not hinder his movements if it stops working. sniper rifle. instead of typical jet pack, he has installed a bacta distribution network in his armor that sends bacta from the tank on his back to anywhere he is injured, controlled by his hud. One custom sub-machine gun style blaster rifle on one hip, and one very heavy slug pistol on the other. miniature rocket launcher in wrists. Bio: He had a difficult birth due to the toxic environment of Balosar, he was born weak. When his parents took him back to mandolore, they where advised to get rid of him, "There is no place for a weak mando'a". Those words followed him the rest of his life. His parents kept him, as much as any Mandolorian keeps they're child. They were away often, years at a time, working. they tested wilderness gear in... inhospitable places. Picked on his entire life,bullied horribly by the other mando'a children, finally an old man took some measure of pity on the boy and gave him some advice. "Boy, you are going to die unless something changes, most only have to prove they are warriors, worthy of respect... strong, but for you that is not enough, you have to be viscous and cunning, you have to attack like a dog, never let up, prove that you are not someone to mess with, play to your strengths boy, surprise them, the next boy to hassle you, jump him the moment he shows up, press the advantage, remember boy, Viscous". Taking the old mans advice, he attacked the next of his "Brothers" that he saw. The shock carried him through the first few moments of the fight, he knocked the other boy over and started pummeling him with his fists as best he could, but he was just unable to do enough damage to keep the boy down. He was beaten and left in the street until he was miraculously able to drag himself home. He reveled in the pain, and with an awful will, he bandaged his wounds and waited. Once he was healed he went and found the other boy again. this time when he jumped him the other didn't fall until Hob grasped his neck in his mouth. "Play to your strengths boy". He killed the other boy. he was not bullied after that. To make up for his weakness, he taught himself "Economy Of Movement", no energy was wasted, when he stood, it was still as the grave. when he moved its was sudden, not fast, just... he was one place and then somewhere else. He played to his strengths and found he had an aptitude for sniping and explosives. And poison. When they lost contact with the team on Shadow, they sent him as they're follow up member. Partially because he was good, partially because they wanted a break from him. -----signature----- "The quickest way to a mans heart really is throught the stomach, no pesky ribcage" [QC] "my word is so legitimate that i can turn untruths into truths" [John] "...you have a crossbow... this scares me"
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WINKWINK Registered: Dec '08	Date Posted: 3/25 12:50pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games - Date Edited: 3/25 1:00pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	IC Hob Bob aboard Gilad Pellaeon Bob stalked down the corridor seething. Those *****!!! all that work and they just ship me off here! I'll kill em, when I get back, I'll kill em all He grinned inside his purple helmet and look around at the people he was passing. Most looked startled and got out of his way, it's not everyday you see a five foot mandolorian in purple armor stomping around your deck. He started skipping down the hallway just to tempt one of them, and one fell for the bait and smiled. Bob stopped next to the man and pinned him to the wall with his inhuman stillness and aggressive stance. "Do you find something funny?" The man didn't respond, just looked at him with slightly wide eyes. Bob grabbed him, turned him, and slammed him into the wall yelling "I SAID DO YOU FIND SOMETHING FUNNY! if you do please share, I love a good laugh" The man just grunted with the impact and stammered "Lo-look man, what do you want, I-i di-didn't do anything to you" Bob turned him back around and stood on his tip toes to put his helmet right up to the deck hands face "Didn't do anything? are certain of that? I think you where mocking me, i think you ARE mocking me!" with that he punched him in the gut, doubling him over, and left. After he was gone, one of the mans friends went to help him and asked "What was that about?" The man gasped for breath and replied "I don't know, he was skipping down the hall and I smiled, then he stopped, looked and just grabbed me" "you gonna report him?" his friend asked as they started walking down the hall "Are you nuts? no way!" "Well did he say anything" "No, not a damned thing! he just grabbed me without saying a word, held me there a second and then turned me around and punched me!" the poor guy said in bewilderment. "Huh, fethin Mandolorians". Bob got to the briefing room without further incident [even though he was muttering the entire time] and dropped into one of the chairs saying "Anyone comment on my armor and we'll have words" completely unaware that they couldn't hear him. TAG Rally fan, Draco, and Sinre. OOC his speaker is broken. -----signature----- "The quickest way to a mans heart really is throught the stomach, no pesky ribcage" [QC] "my word is so legitimate that i can turn untruths into truths" [John] "...you have a crossbow... this scares me"
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Zadann_MaRanna Registered: Mar '09	Date Posted: 3/25 2:35pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	GM(AKA: God) APPROVED OOC: It'll be fun RPing with you guys/gals as a whole CS: Name:Zadann MaRanna Age: 35 Species: Barabel Planet of Birth: Bareb I Gender: Male Appearance: As a Barabel he is of Reptilian stature. He, like any other Barabel, is covered in very tough dark colored scales(color red) that, when a blaster set on stun, would not damage Barabels at all or slow them down, as it would merely bounce off their scales. His eyes are black and a tail that can shed when necessary. He possesses retractable claws along with needle sharp teeth. As a Barabel Zadann is led by his hunting instincts, which gives the feeling that he is always angry, so he might have expressional faces that do not look inviting. With being a Mercenary-for-hire he has many cuts and chips along his scales from various melee weapons. Covering him is basic Imperial clothing while on ships, while on missions requiring him to go on ground in planets; mostly Tatooine Bounty Hunters garbs. Affiliation: Imperial Remnant Rank: Special Operations(Mostly Imperial Mission) Operative The Force: No Weapons:[2x]DH-23 Blaster Pistol, Alliance Needler Carbine, [2x] Knuckle Plate Vibro-Blade, [4x] Darkstick Bio: Zadann MaRann, born on planet Bareb I. That was all anyone cared about Zadann's life. He was a born of a Reptilian species, one in which had exellent hunting and survival skills. At a young age he was taught to hunt by his parents, in which his hunting instincts took him over. With hunting skills leading his path of judgement he was always presumed as angry. On the night of his manhood, around 19, he left his planet for the life of a Bounty Hunter, and on occasions, a Mercenary. No one cared for his past, they only cared about the various bounties and jobs that he completed, when he completed them, and how precise they were completed. This was before the Yuuzan Vong war, when he left the planet was ravaged by the war shortly after and most of the planets Barabel species were killed. His parents were killed, his tribe was killed, everyone he'd grown up with had died and he never decided to go back to the planet in search of his peoples. Seeing the pain an misery wouldn't of hurt him, it was the whole planet being burned that would hurt him. He'd grown up in a place with greenery, and to see black would of struck a blow within his heart. Soon after the planets destruction by the Yuuzan Vong Zadann decided to join the Imperial Remnants as one of the many peoples participating in the Imperial Mission. He served as a tracker, often tracking people who were left on their own after their worlds were damaged by recent conflicts. Along the way he got in skirmishes with various smuggelers who wanted to slave trade the rest of the planets inhabitants, all those battles ended with smugglers being burried six feet under. Zadann thought he knew every problem in the galaxy. He did not however, know of the moon Shadow, or the striketeam that went to the planet. By then Zadann was known for his tracking, fighting, and diplomatic skills while in "Ground Zero" of many distrought planets. When Shadow's striketeam did disappear, with one member of the Imperial Remnants on it, Zadann was called in. They gave him instructions to find out what had happened to the team, and when he did return to them with the information he had gathered. Once he completed the mission he would go back to what he had been doing, so basically he is doing the mission for personal enjoyment and not for anything else. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/29933569/p1/?1 Padawan to KithuraVess in the NAP Padawan to DarthDragon164 in the New Jedi Trials Padawan to JEDI_TEEGIRLOO in the The Academy Member of the GDG
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Zadann_MaRanna Registered: Mar '09	Date Posted: 3/25 8:48pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	OOC: I hate to double post, but I can't wait. IC: Zadann MaRanna Flashback Zadann stood infront of his Commander with a firm gaze and heavily standing in a solute position. If it was rated the solute would get a perfect score as his legs were straight, his shoulders at nintey degree angles, his head was held completely up, and of all his back was straight too; showing no bents in his scale covered spine. After so long -his job consisting of, working with the homless, sleeping, working with the harmless, sleeping it was finally over. Here his commander stood infront of him, the man who said he had a mission ordered by someone up high. Zadann was dressed in his regular Imperial uniforms, his tail was seeable as a hole was made for it to move freely without being confined to his back. A Barabel, one of the best species of hunters to walk the planets, yet Zadann was probably the only one not a Mercenary or Bounty Hunter working for large or small fees. Instead he had been working his whole time as an Imperial Special Operative in the Imperial Mission. The only training he had recieved was in that of diplomatic skills, fighting-whiched he had learned on his home planet Barab I, and some medical techniques to help in the healing time of burns, cuts, and- some bit of dental training to pull teeth if they were causing pain to refugees he met. All this compiled into helping decimated planets destroyed by recent frays by different wars and famines. After awhile of this type of work his heart had become softened, his pockets had become empty, and of all he had lost the dignity that was specialized in a Barabels way of life. His reptilian features were quite important, as hard red scales covered his body. His black slit eyes were penetrating, and with that his silent stare was deadly. Zadann had lost all recolections of why he had been called in from a mission on the planet of Tatooine where some Sand Raiders had left a whole city pillaged in the desert. Zadann had been following his consistant orders since his arrival on the planet, and then he recieved one telling him he would be replaced and to return to his Battleship-Battleship Carnavorious for further instructions, the trip was small, only one galaxy away. Before he could ponder with what was happening his Commander looked at a paper, scribbled with handwriting of neat origin, in his hands and then back to Zadann. " Special Operative Zadann you have recieved a Top Priority mission. It's labled with our leader High Moff Fel. It says you are to be accessable on the Turbulant-class Star Destroyer Gilad Pellaeon. It also came with this." The man turned to his desk, peered over, moved open a drawer, and then pulled a square piece of cloth from it. He looked back at Zadann and threw the cloth towards him. Instinctivly Zadann caught the cloth with one hand. Before he could ask his Commander spoke again." As you can see that came with this parchment, I am not allowed to read the rest of this message by order of Hgh Moff Fel but I am to let you go to your destination however long it takes." Zadann's Commander held the piece of paper towards him and waited for a response. He got one as Zadann began to speak. " Commander Ike I will start on this mission immediatly. I look forwards to working alone and with a different task then I always recieve." His Russian Ruffian-like accent was strong but it was well honed. Of course Zadann didn't speak in this tone all the time, but in the prescence of higher ranking command he had learned to show the utmost of respect to them. Quickly he grabbed the paper-clenching it with his left hand. He turned on his heel and left the room in haste. With the door closing behind him Zadann took several deep breathes and lowered his solute-like position. Instinctively he always slowed his breathing around others, always commanding a calm mantality. This was his fluke though, as most of the time he was thinking about other pressing matters. Moving away from Commander Ike's office room door, Zadann peered over the parchment he had recieved. At the bottom was more information about the mission he was about to be on. " Dear Zadann MaRanna, If your reading this you have only recieved a special part of the breifing. The main is what i'm about to tell you. Firstly we sent a striketeam to a moon called Shadow, they disappeared once their droid, Nill was destroyed. You will be looking for this team, find any survivors, and then report your findings to us and or anyone else with this knowledge. The cloth you recieved is part of clothing from one of our officers, a Imperial ARC Sargeant Major named Mal Judder. Most likely the group is still together and intact so if you find him you'll find the rest of the striketeam. As instructed it is crutial to meet on the designated Star Destroyer before your voyage to Shadow. Sincerely, High Moff Fel" " Ah...Finally a mission I can relate to. Me, myself, and I on one mission to find a whole striketeam. How wonderful." He said the last words sarcastically. The rest is signed, sealed, and delivered. He dressed himself in the fashions of Tatooine Kryt Dragon Hunters, which is basically modeled after the Sand People's so as to blend into the surrounding area. His weapons were ordinary, nothing special, just regular Mercenary and Bounty Hunter weapons. Firstly two DH-23 Blaster Pistols were strapped underneath his blanket-like cowl(hooded robe which is cut at slightly below the pelvis), onto his hips. Four Darksticks lined neatly around his waist, one on his left side, one on his right, and two near his back, all were put in sheaths and held by a utility belt. A old-style model of an Alliance Needler Carbine laid strapped to his back over his cowl. Along with this came loose-fitting pants, black boots, and a long sleeved shirt underneath the cowel. Underneath the long sleeved shirt, slightly over his wrists-one for each hand were Knuckle Plate Vibro-Blade. When he was done Zadann prepared the Imperial starfighter for his flight. The aircraft did not hold any working weapons as it was basically a one-man transport to planets and back to the confinments of large battleships. Then he was off, off to the Star Destroyer Gilad Pellaeon. Now: Gilad Pellaeon/Modified Briefing Room Zadann stood in a dark corner. The piece of cloth was held near his chest held only by the long sleeved shirt and his own scaley skin. His cowl covered up most of his face, but visibally his red scales could be seen. His heart had unsoftened into a diamond, at that he had already sized up everyone in the Briefing Room. Yes, everyone, that one thing annoyed him the most. His Me, Myself, and I mission had turned into a whole back-up Striketeam to rescue one "lost" striketeam. In Zadann's opinion maybe two droids would of worked? With one destroyed the other could contact base and safely pursue a way back to surface to be taken abck to the ship. Nope, only one droid. As for the people within the Briefing Room two were Jedi, this was noticable because of their garbs and the hilts held at their utility belts. Five others lined the room, one with full Mandalorian battle armor and a mass amount of weapons equipped, another male in the room looked more a profeessor but held small hold-out pistol in the confinments of his jacket, which Zadann had seen after the jacket had flapped to far away from his body. That professor-like man's weapon was noted in Zadann's memory. There was another one, someone who had physically been through more battles than he could handle, and this caught his attention as the man could help with fighting from long range than in up-close combat. With that were two others, but he had already labled them as off-shoots of the mission, meaning they wouldn't be coming. Zadann kept this information in his mind, his hunting instincts now lead him and he was becoming that of which he had pushed away, a true Barabel. One of the two Jedi caught Zadann's attention. He was getting great admarition from almost everyone in the room, to Zadann that meant that this was no normal Jedi. It was someone with high power as the other Jedi had mentioned him as what seemed to Zadann as Grand Master. In that specific case it was Luke Skywalker, the new Grand Master of the Jedi. Zadann did not peer at the man to acknowledge him. Still it surprised Zadann that somone like that would be in a place with a group of ruffians who were basically a collection of misfits without their proper groups. So this mission has to be more important than just finding some people, there's something else on the planet. Something I can't put my fingers on. That question ran through his mind, this thought was interrupted however when one of his new "teammates" spoke. It was the other Jedi asking an imbecile question in Zadann's opinion. "That´s Shadow?" Zadann waited a moment, then stopped as the Jedi spoke again."Looks like a place one can get . . . lost." Zadann walked out of the shadows before speaking, during which he quickly folded his arms." That's the only moon, or what looks like a moon, I've seen around here so I'd guess it's Shadow for sure. Anyways, Hello. I am Zadann MaRanna, it's a sort of pleasure meeting you all." The last sentance was then spoken out towards everyone in the room to single he was acknowledging them all. TAG: ALL NEW PLAYERS, Sinre, Sir Draco. OOC: Great Posting everyone, I'm enjoying this. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/29933569/p1/?1 Padawan to KithuraVess in the NAP Padawan to DarthDragon164 in the New Jedi Trials Padawan to JEDI_TEEGIRLOO in the The Academy Member of the GDG
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 3/25 9:23pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC: Driggs Norghar Shadow, Waiting Room He nodded slightly to the man, Anakin after a fashion, that stood before him. His mind was running corelations of what the station might have done, brought up the most recent user that it kept tabs on and reactivated him upon cremation to have a champion of the station? Ancient technology perk for restricted users similar to the Emperor Reborn project but without the vat tampering? The possibility were as wide as they were vast and he could hardly contain himself to wait for the lad. But he did and walked to the indicated room, "Very well, not like we haven't gotten a brain holo-full already Anakin. You know if there is medical supplies, why didn't you fashion a full kama or pants out of the bandages and emergency blankets? Just curious." He shrugged at the door and went in, and began to inspect the medical equipment as he pulled out one of his own biscuits and began munching. Maybe something here could help fix him up better, maybe get a decent sling or something to fix him up out right, though the food caught his glance a few times he just turned back to perusing, not even the temperature controlled water dispensor could distract his search through the medical equipment. Then it dawned on him, there was hot water. Hot water! And cups, cups! Walking over quickly he poured three steaming cups of hot water adding three tea bags from his Aunt. His medical needs and search forgotten in a haze of steam. Sitting back on the edge of a counter he stared off blissfully swishing his finger back and forth through the air using the force to steep the tea bags. "Take your time Anakin. Take your time." If this was some strange dream he hoped by the Five Worlds no one would wake him up until he finally got some tea. Funny how the drink had come to symbalize salvation in his mind, but here it was, and soon, blissfully soon, his troubles would melt like lumps, into the dark swirling liquid. And nothing, nothing else mattered. TAG: Nick, GM (If hot water is too far, feel free to edit) -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 3/26 4:15am Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	Zazarine Zey Gilad Pelleaon, Above Shadow The armored figure entered the room and ranted something about his suit. The others couldn´t hear him, probably, for his speech system was damaged, but he could. His senses heightened through the force. Something about his suit. Zey did not thought a reply was necessary. The scientist, obviously that was what he was would probably be useful. The Barabel, like the armored man and the special forces member were here for the guns. They were all about the guns. Useful, too. "Jedi Master Zazarine Zey." He replied to the Barabel´s introduction. His voice filtered through his breather. Zadaan MaRanna. He memorized the repitles name. Wondering what he should do with them. They were all their to save a team that had teared itself apart. The Jedi on Shadow had clearly failed to identify the threat the Chiss was and neutralize it. Hand picked by Luke Skywalker, of course. Looking at Skywalker, he wondered what his Master thought. The loss of his wife and the failure Jacen Solo had been were still applying pressure on him, surely. Jacen Solo. The Sith-for-a-year. Zazarine Zey was far more concerned by his incompetence than his fall itself. A man like Solo, having all that potential and the Galactic Alliance at his command had not made it a year, before falling. A year. The Jedi did not say so in the open, but he hardly had earned the right to call himself a Sith. What if future lightsiders would proof to be as incompetent in leading the Jedi as Solo had shown to be reviving his old sect? "Learning from the mistakes of our targets, we should establish a chain of command before we go down there." He finally noted. Turning to the team. He would take this into his hands, before Luke Skywalker could take it into his. He assumed the Grandmaster of the Order wouldn´t join them. Tag: All on board
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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 3/26 9:29am Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC: Maltrix Booly Location: Pelleaon briefing room As quickly as he had recognized and given Grandmaster Skywalker a newbie-like accolade, he came to his senses and adopted the less rigid stance of a true noncom. Once one became a sergeant they became a demigod and the adulation increased with each subsequent ranking. Therefore it did not do well for Rix to standing ramrod straight at attention and saluting like he was attempting to cut a block of ice that was directly to the right of his head under these meeting conditions, high-ranking brass or not. Consequently, he had relaxed and again folded himself into the chair he had previously selected, while simultaneously a comically short mandalorian with his helmet on sauntered in and rather aggressively took a seat, all without saying a word. While it was cause to wonder where the mission was going, Booly was distracted from that by a lingering stiffness and popping from both of his knees as he propped his boots up on the nearest available chair, a reminder of what happened when things went awry in a hurry and an example of why this mission was going to be his last field operation, ever. Despite the fact that he was in top physical condition (as was pretty much a requirement if one wanted to be in SpecForce), the truth of the matter was that he did look older than his chronological frame of mid-30s. In fact, the other day a rather attractive junior officer had guessed him to be in his late 30s or early 40s which had been a slight jab at his ego, despite the fact that she had hinted that he looked excellent for those years. The truth was that the life of a career soldier aged people faster than expected and took its toll in so many ways that recruiters never told their prospects. Not long after the mando, a Barabel wearing some severe shrouding and a hood entered the chamber and had evaluted everybody in their own way, then capped it off with introducing himself as Zadann MaRanna. He had come to respect that and many other aspects of the Barabels. Unlike Zazarine Zey the Jedi who carried himself with a stuffy air of holier-than-thou smog, or the Mando who both had blustered in like they were more important than they thought, this one thought tactically and methodically, meaning he was least likely to get them all killed. It was certainly turning out to be a motley crew to say the least, and the presence of such high ranking brass spoke volumes of what was at stake, so Rix felt it wise to shut up and listen to the mission before trying to fill the blanks in that briefings invariably made. "Learning from the mistakes of our targets, we should establish a chain of command before we go down there." It wasn't the suggestion itself so much as the insinuations behind it that made Rix do a mental flinch. He surmised that the hidden meaning of the message was that the Jedi "Master" should be given command rather than have earned it. On what basis he came to that conclusion Rix couldn't be certain, but he suspected it was because of his supposed superiority through the force or the glowing stick that he could produce that most likely substituted for something else that was lacking about him. As a soldier, he knew it wasn't his place to correct, but as an experienced noncom it was his duty to at least facilitate a more successful mission. First things first though, at least the Barabel was being friendly so he at least deserved the same kind of greeting. "Greetings Mr. MaRanna, Gunnery Sergeant Maltrix Booly. Hope the ride out from wherever you came from wasn't too boring like mine." As he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back he switched his subject to Zey's chest-beating, all while maintaining eye contact with a particular rivet in the ceiling "And not to nitpick, Master Zey, but let's at least hear the mission outline and get an idea of what we're dealing with before volunteering our own experience at command." There was just enough sarcasm and snideness injected into the word Master to indicate that Rix was not at all impressed or cowed by the title, nor the robes, nor the shiny metal handle that was allegedly a lightsaber in lieu of evidence to anything else. Tag: MaRanna (Zadann), Zey (Draco), Commanding Officers (GM/Darth Sinre) -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 3/26 12:23pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	Zazarine Zey Above Shadow Raising his brow Master Zey looked at the soldier. "And not to nitpick, Master Zey, but let's at least hear the mission outline and get an idea of what we're dealing with before volunteering our own experience at command." The man said. Obviously he had understood Master Zey´s initiative as a sign of volunteering. Without even knowing if Luke Skywalker himself would lead them, it surely was not. "I actually was about to suggest that Master Skywalker outranks us all. So I assume he´ll take command. And should suggest a non-Jedi as second-in-command. To balance our governments interests." He breathed two breath through his mask. "And I was also about to suggest we deal with this like professionals, soldier. Or has the Galactic Alliance now begun to promote ranks to units depending on their assignment? I am sure that is rather confusing." Then he turned back to Master Skywalker, still waiting for his Grandmaster to voice his opinion on things. The soldier was worthless, he realized. Too much ego, to little sense. Pretty much the GA´s approach to most things, these days. He knew what mission awaited them. Obviously the rest was less informed. A team to find and if possible conclude their mission. In addition to this they would probably need to find the Chiss and . . . deal with him. In whatever way was appropriate. Tag: All above Shadow
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Zadann_MaRanna Registered: Mar '09	Date Posted: 3/26 3:52pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games - Date Edited: 3/26 4:13pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Zadann_MaRanna
	IC: Zadann MaRanna Zadann recieved a solemn anwser to his short, but sweet, introduction. The only words that had come out of the alien Jedi's mouth were succumbing. "Jedi Master Zazarine Zey." Hm...an alien Jedi, yet he does not speak so as I would of thought, is that the cause of becoming the Jedi he probably looked up to or is it his personal change? As he thought, Zadann simply spaced out for a moment. He spaced back into conciousness to nod that the name was in his mind. Jedi Master...Master Zazarine Zey, huh? Funny sort of name, but mine is too, guess we all really are different in our own important ways. His thoughts clouded him until Zazarine spoke again a few short seconds later. "Learning from the mistakes of our targets, we should establish a chain of command before we go down there." Zadann nodded again in agreement. The words were exactly what he was about to say once the breifing had started. Now, it seemed, Zazarine had jumped ahead of him like a Wookie, beating him to the sentance. Yet, in his mind, the man was considering this more an "order" then just a "sort-it-out later" thing. The Jedi was stubborn, that was his fault, that he himself couldn't realize that some moments are just to valuable to waste with questions. As a Jedi, Zadann thought the alien, Zazarine, would simply just observe. After all that's all Zadann had heard about them throughout history, that they observed before entering, eventually that was their downfall. Really, both way's were faults yet they both yielded their own ups and downs, waiting gave you a very important vantage point will jumping to the point gave you the ability to change the percentages to your benefit; for example two against one, not waiting would keep you from getting blastered then getting up-close-and-personal in hand-to-hand combat which could save yourself from a fatal, feeble death. Zadann waited for someone else to respond, as he wanted to see the reactions of others before he stated what his personal thoughts were currently reminiscing. The first person to speak however, did not address the Jedi but instead, Zadann himself. The man seemed to be a rag-tag sniper, yet with battle scars far out-showing regular wounds. His features had seemed to age him in some respect, and in some respect he seemed to be young. "Greetings Mr. MaRanna, Gunnery Sergeant Maltrix Booly. Hope the ride out from wherever you came from wasn't too boring like mine." Zadann's intent on the man's words enticed him to anwser quickly back with a a eager nod. " So it's Gunnery sergeant, eh? You look older than you really are then, am I on the right foot here? Sadly, my trip was one of lonesome fun, looking at the "wonderous" galaxy that folds beyond." Again, his words were sarcastically said at the end, being alone and in a pit of darkness was not fun or wonderous. As said, those words were completely wrong in the sentance, but Zadann didn't think anyone would actually comment on his words anyways. Maltrix did not wander towards Zadann though, he now, as expected, looked towards Jedi Master Zazarine. His words pierced the air with a stinging hatred of the idea, yet it still remained a very resourcful response as expected to be in this motly group."And not to nitpick, Master Zey, but let's at least hear the mission outline and get an idea of what we're dealing with before volunteering our own experience at command." The anwser was hilarious in Zadann's mind. Hehehehe. He just responded, and now one coming back from Zazarine himself.With someone as stubborn as Zazarine, Zadann knew that there would be a outraged response. There was no stopping it, it was going to come, it was going to pass, and he would keep silent through the whole thing. All the while keeping a detailed,mental log of both's personalities. Already he had gathered that Maltrix, now labled Trix for short, was a very well considerate and fast action thinker. Jedi Zazarine seemed to pride himself to much, he did not smell of arrogance yet it was in his harmonic smell; only Zadann seemed to be able to smell this as his hunting instincts gave him skills incomparable to that of the others in the room, sav' maybe Grand Master Luke Skywalker. As expected Zazarine looked over towards Trix. "I actually was about to suggest that Master Skywalker outranks us all. So I assume he´ll take command. And should suggest a non-Jedi as second-in-command. To balance our governments interests." He breathed two breath through his mask. "And I was also about to suggest we deal with this like professionals, soldier. Or has the Galactic Alliance now begun to promote ranks to units depending on their assignment? I am sure that is rather confusing." At that, he simply turned back to Jed Grandmaster Luke. Now he had both logged into his mind. Both seemed the same, very knowledgable, yet they both held their different insecurities and arrogance. Even a Jedi had passions and emotions, he just didn't show them. Here it was shown, as the man held a straight face and had never changed his tone of voice. With that being pretty much done, Zadann began to talk, hoping no one would interfere with what he was saying. "Alright, I agree that we have to suggest and establish a chain-of-command and that one should be Non- Force Sensitive in Second Command and even First, but it should go to a vote since we do not want drama here. I also agree we should hear the mission outline, and like Maltrix, get to know what we will be dealing with before continuing in the path we have chosen already. Both of you are in the right, so please, the bickering must stop. If we have to work together, might as well create a POSITIVE working area. That is really my opinion on the matter, let Luke speak about it." Zadann said Luke as if the man was just a regular person, and Zadann also thought he shouldn't recieve admairition for his "rank." Hastily Zadann pulled off his cowl and looked at the rest of the group to see their anwsers, everyones opinion was important. All that needed to happen was for everyone to be satisfied and that the mission would go smoothly, because most likely they would be alone on Shadow for awhile. TAG: Everyone New, GM(Sinre), most importantly the two in this Zazarine and Maltrix -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/29933569/p1/?1 Padawan to KithuraVess in the NAP Padawan to DarthDragon164 in the New Jedi Trials Padawan to JEDI_TEEGIRLOO in the The Academy Member of the GDG
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WINKWINK Registered: Dec '08	Date Posted: 3/26 8:09pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC Hob Bob Pellaeon Annoyed that no one said anything Bob was about to comment again when a barable walked out of the shadows. " That's the only moon, or what looks like a moon, I've seen around here so I'd guess it's Shadow for sure. Anyways, Hello. I am Zadann MaRanna, it's a sort of pleasure meeting you all." The soldier looking one had relaxed back into his chair by this point as the Jedi standing, rather obviously, apart from Skywalker said "Jedi Master Zazarine Zey." , then he got... uppity. "Learning from the mistakes of our targets, we should establish a chain of command before we go down there." "Yeah who we gonna pick, you?" The mandolorian said, putting as much sarcasm and disdain in his voice as he could "Me personally, I'd rather live more than five or six seconds" Waiting for the fun to start, all he got was this. "Greetings Mr. MaRanna, Gunnery Sergeant Maltrix Booly. Hope the ride out from wherever you came from wasn't too boring like mine." What " So it's Gunnery sergeant, eh? You look older than you really are then, am I on the right foot here? Sadly, my trip was one of lonesome fun, looking at the "wonderous" galaxy that folds beyond." the "And not to nitpick, Master Zey, but let's at least hear the mission outline and get an idea of what we're dealing with before volunteering our own experience at command." HELL "I actually was about to suggest that Master Skywalker outranks us all. So I assume he´ll take command. And should suggest a non-Jedi as second-in-command. To balance our governments interests." They were ignoring him! HIM!!! a mandolorian in purple fething armor and a sub-machine laser rifle! "And I was also about to suggest we deal with this like professionals, soldier. Or has the Galactic Alliance now begun to promote ranks to units depending on their assignment? I am sure that is rather confusing." Bob was stunned. he'd been ignored before but that was generally a way for lesser beings to try and not gain his ire after he injured and or killed someone, not... This! "Alright, I agree that we have to suggest and establish a chain-of-command and that one should be Non- Force Sensitive in Second Command and even First, but it should go to a vote since we do not want drama here. I also agree we should hear the mission outline, and like Maltrix, get to know what we will be dealing with before continuing in the path we have chosen already. Both of you are in the right, so please, the bickering must stop. If we have to work together, might as well create a POSITIVE working area. That is really my opinion on the matter, let Luke speak about it." Hardly even paying attention to what was being said Bob jumped up and exclaimed "HEY!" as loudly as he could, the sound rebounding around inside his helmet. It sounded kinda... muffled. TAG everyone. -----signature----- "The quickest way to a mans heart really is throught the stomach, no pesky ribcage" [QC] "my word is so legitimate that i can turn untruths into truths" [John] "...you have a crossbow... this scares me"
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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 3/29 6:41pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC: Raxle Bisthto Aboard the Gilad Pelleaon, Above Shadow The sound of heavy footfalls rang out against the sleek, pristine walls of the Star Destroyer as the wiry man hurried past several startled crew members on his way to the briefing room. He continually glanced at the chrono slapped to his wrist with a briefcase full of notes and loose flimsies tucked haphazardly under the opposite arm. He was late. Very, very late and he hoped to all the gods in the galaxy that they hadn't started without him! With a muffled grunt, Raxle Bisthto finally burst through the doors to the briefing room, breathless. "Uh, hi...hi, everyone, I--" he started in with a nervous timbre to his voice, his free hand frantically brushing the wrinkles out of his tattered lap coat as he forced a weak smile to his lips. "I--I'm sorry for being late. I had to go over my notes one last time before..." He trailed off, his eyes finally lifting to meet the other occupants of the room through his thick-framed spectacles. Judging from the stories he had heard concerning Shadow and how the last team had simply vanished, he was not totally surprised to see that he was in the company of experienced warriors; battlefield veterans. Even a Jedi! Clamming up as sweat broke out on his forehead, Raxle simply offered another timid grin in greeting before slinking across the room to an empty chair. He sat down, placing the briefcase firmly in his lap and folding his hands on top of the nerfhide leather in nervous anticipation. He felt out of place and uncomfortable integrated with these individuals and he silently wished that he could have brought along someone from his department; someone who understood him and someone he could talk with. Of course, he knew it would have been too much of a risk with the mission, but one could hope. Reclining back and trying his best to fit in, his dark eyes continued to wander as the group moved forward with their conversation. It appeared to him as if they were arguing about who should lead a mission with such caliber, an argument he vowed to stay out of, when he spotted a man silhouetted against the viewport. He was dressed in traditional robes and it wasn't until he squinted and got a better look that he recognized him. "M-Master Skywalker?!" he suddenly blurted out, completely tuning out the others' conversation as he was overtaken with childhood excitement. It wasn't everyday someone got to meet a genuine celebrity! He might have been older and wiser, but still recognizable as Luke Skywalker; Jedi Master. "It's...a real pleasure, sir!" he rattled on, rising again from the chair with an outstretched a hand. "I've heard so many stories about you. It's truly an honor to finally get to meet you in person, sir." TAG: Sinre, all within the briefing room -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 3/29 6:58pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	Zazarine Zey Above Shadow Nodding to the newest arrival, he couldn´t help but smile about Grandmaster Skywalker being called Luke. Good nobody knew how Kel Dor looked like when they smiled. And good he was still wearing his mask. Nodding to the latest arrival, a sceintist, obviously he turned to the walking Mandalorian. Or whatever he was to depict in his strange suit. His emotions became obviously more aggressive. Easy to anger, Zey noted. And looked to the sitting man. "Your speaker seems to be broken." He said in a calm voice. "Except me and Master Skywalker nobody has the senses to hear you, without it. I suggest you repair it, before we undertake the mission. Just for the unlikely case you have something to contribute which requires spoken words." He said and probed the man through the force. Then doing the same for the others. So he could find them alter in the thick of Battle or any other disaster that might befall them. Not that they were of any importance. Or the chain of command he had suggested. If he needed to, he would deal with the situation alone. Leaving this second-grade team behind to save those who had been first choice by their governments. He wondered if Hapes had send anybody. None of the Queen Mother´s agents had show so far. Tag: Sinrebirth, Winkwink and others
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Sarge221 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best Roleplayer Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/30 8:27pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC: Alec Nephrite Moddell Sector, Sarafu "About time! You're going to have to work even harder to get that bonus now, Mandalore!" The comment was met with sudden irritation on Alec's part and the idea of socking Dr. Callat in the face came to mind. That wasn't just because of Callat's greeting as it was from simple life experience. The only people Alec had ever socialized with were fellow Mandalorians like his father and his "teachers" in the Imperial re-education centers on Mandalore. With the promised beating during those times when Alec stood up to his teachers - which he had done quite often -, and being nearly powerless to fight back because of his young age and lack of training, it had just given Alec the tendency to immediately dislike someone that didn't treat him with respect and instead assumed that they were to be obeyed like his Imperial teachers. Mission, Alec reminded himself nonetheless, remembering why he was here. It would be poor performance on his part if he blew his first mission because of a short temper. He hadn't spent all the time repainting his armor and learning to fly the Free Mandalore only to fail right when the mission started after all. "Don't y'r worry abu't that," Alec replied, trying to mimic his Manda'lor's voice and accent. It was difficult to say the least but he at least needed to get the accent down. If Callat was like the usual aruetii he may have trouble trying to differentiate between voices thanks to Alec's helmet speakers. TAG: Sinrebirth -----signature----- "Oh crap! Who opened The Butcher door!?" -Random Diablo Player, moments before his head meets the cleaver. "I think this is safe." -Famous Last Words "No you."
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WINKWINK Registered: Dec '08	Date Posted: 3/30 11:23pm Subject: 41 ABY - Shadow Games
	IC Hob Bob The Pelleaon "Your speaker seems to be broken Except me and Master Skywalker nobody has the senses to hear you, without it. I suggest you repair it, before we undertake the mission. Just for the unlikely case you have something to contribute which requires spoken words" Bob blinked once and took his helmet off and held out in his hands. "Well, that would explain what happened out in the hall" he then turned to look at the... thing... that had alerted him to his helmets malfunction and said "Idiot" TAG Draco -----signature----- "The quickest way to a mans heart really is throught the stomach, no pesky ribcage" [QC] "my word is so legitimate that i can turn untruths into truths" [John] "...you have a crossbow... this scares me"
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