OOC It´s a Trap! Episode VII OOC/Discussion Thread

Indeed, I saw the opportunities just to inject a bit more of the character between his words. Love it so far. Glad I signed up for this.

 

I´ll be gone tomorrow all day, so my update will come on Sunday . . . or maybe I squeeze a few I have written over the week in tonight. Just wanted to let people know.

Great start so far ,everybody. Looking forward to see how things unfold!

 

Sirak, I would like Irisa to refer to a change she has made to her B-Wing since Endor; giving her ion cannon the ability to swivel and move, so she can target more TIEs than are directly ahead of her ship. She would have gotten the swivelling mount off the back of a T-47 snowspeeder, or spare parts thereof.

 

Actually considering we had no word about this so far, wouldn´t it be better for the story if she does that once the battle is over? And the B-Wing has cross-shaped wings, wouldn´t that mean you can only cover 25% of your sides anyway? Or shoot of your own wings?

 

You could have one that can spin sideways, also that one would probably be hard to handle without a co-pilot (which a B-Wing can take, I believe), you just cannot have 180 degree turrets, Sirak. But he could have it spin sideways and upwards.

 

Count Dracula becomes Count Dooku! Woot!​

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I realize the belt is a bit too large and doesn't seem to set on him quite right either, but I'm not going back to adjust it since that would require me to redo the whole thing again. I forgot to save the darn thing as a PSD file before flattening the image. And I couldn't remember, for the life of me, how to turn a Black and White into color. Oh well. This is the original image for anyone that wants to see the difference.​

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The following article can be used by anyone who is fishing for information. I would have posted in the game thread, but it has no relevance to the story at this time and it would be a looong time before it even would. So... some OOC IC information. Enjoy the article, I did. ​

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Surviving copy of the Serenno Daily from the Imperial Intelligence Archives, all others
destroyed as per the Imperial Decree 605 Section 3 concerning unlawful, slanderous
and seditious rhetoric aimed at or against the Empire and its officials.

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The young Count Dooku, taken by Count Sorek Malvern during an ​

archaeological dig on the eastern continent of Serenno.​

Cloned Counts and Mad Jedi

CARANNIA, SERENNO - OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
by Darik Malvern
12:03pm Bendu 15.03.20

When we heard that House Dooku had been eradicated above the city planet, Coruscant,
in a mad effort to abduct the Supreme Chancellor and hold him ransom, many of us here
on Serenno sighed in relief while others were outraged. My father, Count Sorek Malvern,
was one of those who had been relieved to hear that Count Dooku had been slain. It meant
we could pull out of the disastrous and bloody war that the former Jedi Master had started
and make peace with the Republic.

We all thought that it would be the end of House Dooku and one of the lesser Houses could
take that old family's place amongst the Ruling Houses since the venerable Count had not
married and sired an heir of his own before dying, age not being a problem with today's
medicine. One would think that the old Jedi would do exactly that to ensure that his household
continued in the event that he perished in the war, but apparently he had more pressing
concerns on his mind and an alternative to seeing his House flourish well after he's gone.

I speak of the new Count Dooku that had mysteriously and suddenly appeared on the
Serennian political stage fifteen years ago. He looked exactly like the last patriarch of House
Dooku but younger and we all assumed that he was perhaps simply a son born from a
surrogate mother and artificial insemination, raised in seclusion to protect him from his father's
enemies. Enemies that came in troves to Serenno shortly after the CIS had surrendered and
confiscated much from the Dooku ancestral estate and arrested many of the servants.

It would explain why no has ever heard of him before or that their was even an heir to
House Dooku. We believed in the story that the Imperial officer, Major Gilad, had provided in
explaining who this young man was. He had confirmed our suspicions that he was indeed the
son of the late Count who had been raised on Alderaan since his conception twenty years prior,
about two years before Dooku had left the Jedi Order and reclaimed his family titles. Because
he had been raised by another family and had little to no contact with his father, the Emperor
had granted the new Count his favor and commanded that he be allowed to inherit everything
due to the heir of House Dooku.

The other Houses accepted this explanation and welcomed the new heir into Serennian life,
thinking that because he had been raised Alderaanian he would be ignorant of Serennian
customs and politics, therefore easily manipulated. How wrong we all were and my father learned
that lesson the hardest. This young man easily adjusted to life on Serenno as if he had been born
and raised there all his life. He knew who to ally with and who to watch carefully and who to not
get involved with at all. It baffled the Counts of the Ruling Houses and some of us began to grow
suspicious as to who he really was. No outsider should have been able to manipulate the political
hotbed that was always Serenno.

It was my father who discovered the truth first and suffered the consequences of it, and is the
reason why I am writing this article for the Serenno Daily. About two years ago Count Malvern
had joined Count Dooku on an archaeological expedition to some ruins on the eastern continent,
both men had a love for history and it wasn't the first time that the young Count invited others to
join him in digging up the past but rarely had those invitations answered. Dooku had recently
returned from Alderaan, claiming that he had gone there to visit the family that had raised him.
At the same time, Viceroy Bail Organa stepped down from his position as Senator of Alderaan
citing health reasons and to give his daughter, Princess Leia Organa a chance to serve her
people like he has done for over thirty years. Whether this has anything to do with Count Dooku,
I have no proof but once you, dear reader, learn the truth about this man, there will be little doubt
left in your mind.

Count Malvern would return from that expedition two weeks later, a different man and I mean
different. Where before he was a man of a strong constitution both physically and mentally, now he
has grown paranoid and jumps at his own shadows. My family had tried to get out of him what had
happened that had him changed like so but he would never talk about the expedition with the Count.
My mother had gone so far as to accuse Dooku of having done something to her husband, who, as
expected, denied any wrong doing. It was only about six months ago that I learned the truth of what
had happened there when I had found my father's personal journal a few weeks after his passing.
The stress of constantly fearing for his safety had ill affects on his heart and he succumbed to a
stroke and a heartattack in the middle of the night.

In my father's journal, he had discovered that the young Count was not what he pretended to be.
During an excavation of an old castle dating back to the Jedi-Sith War, my father wrote:

"...he stood there as calm as the gentle breeze that came in from the south to cool our ​

sweating bodies. He was overlooking the workers as they dug at the dirt and rubble to ​

uncover the entrance to the old castle. He was dressed in the old style that his father​

had favored and looked almost like a spitting image of the old Jedi, save that he was​

younger by many decades. His knowledge of Serennian history is astounding and​

we have spent many nights discussing the old wars and rivalries between the ancient​

houses, that I swear he sounded exactly like his father except that he does not​

speak of rebellion or the corruption of the Empire like his father had done over the​

Republic.​

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Then suddenly, he gave a cry of impatience and annoyance and started shouting at​

the workers to get away from the rubble. With the agility that I have only seen from the​

senior Count, he sprang down from his perch on the short overhang and grabbed at ​

the men with both of his hands, flinging them back with an ease as if he were a​

wookiee. The workers scrambled out of his way and fury as I came running over to the​

edge of the overhang to see what had possessed him to suddenly lash out at the men.​

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I was about to shout down at him when what happened next caught whatever words ​

were in my throat from coming out. He had outstretched his hands after having taken a ​

few steps back and closed his eyes. Before my very eyes I witnessed another​

extraordinary feat from him, something that I knew his father could do and have always​

wondered if the son could as well. He lifted the remaining rubble from the entrance​

as if they weighed nothing and with the invisible hands of a power I do not understand,​

he flung the offending rocks and dirt away until the entrance had finally been cleared.​

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What he had done shocked me and I knew then that this young man was trained in his​

father's ways. Here was a Jedi living amongst us with the Emperor's favor who did not​

hold the same political views of his father. The extraordinary feat seemed to have​

exhausted the Count for he staggered back and sank to his knees. I had climbed down​

into the crevice to his side and made the mistake of laying a hand on his shoulder. ​

Startled he had jumped to his feet and pushed me harshly aside with his strange power ​

and as quickly as his unexplained fury had come, it had also gone, as if he recognized ​

who I was and what he had just done.​

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It would not be until later that night that I would find out the truth about him when I​

confronted him in his own tent.​

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'Yan,' I had called to him once entering the tent. He was sitting on a folding chair before​

a similar table that had scattered across it all sorts of papers, relics and miscellaneous​

tools that had been found around the site. He looked up at my intrusion, an annoyance​

clearly expressed on his face but just as quickly fading upon seeing me.​

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'Sorek, come in!' he greeted with an enthusiasm I had not seen in him since when we​

first had arrived here. His moods, I now realize, swing faster than the pendulum he had​

ticking back and forth at the corner of the makeshift table he was presently using. 'Do​

come in, my friend.' He beckoned with a smooth hand while grabbing a piece of stone​

with the other. I could see writing on it but could not identify the glyphs.​

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'We need to talk,' I had told him but he either did not hear me or he simply ignored what​

I had said.​

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'Yes, yes,' he answered and held up the stone that I now recognized as a fragment of a​

tablet. 'Do you know what this is?'​

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'No,' I replied, deciding to humor him for the moment.​

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'This, my friend, is Sithese!' he crowed as if it were the most important discovery in the​

last thousand years. We both knew that our world had been occupied by the Dark Lords​

in the last great war over a thousand years ago.​

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'Fascinating,' I feigned interest but he seemed to see through it and his mood darkened.​

'As much as I would like to talk about it, Yan, we need to talk about what had happened​

earlier today. Two workers are sporting a broken collar bone and the other a broken arm​

from when you flung them back. What happened to you? What possessed you to do​

that?'​

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I suddenly felt the temperature of the tent drop several degrees when he stood up and​

for a second I thought the fury from before would return in full force. I braced myself​

for a confrontation and my action must have stilled whatever thought he had been​

considering for he then smiled, but it was no friendly smile. Rather it was one that I​

had seen his father sport when he was eying an opponent he was able to turn into​

political mince-meat.​

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'I am sorry, Sorek,' he answered, his tone dark and along with the baritone timber of​

his voice it came out quite sinister to my ears. 'I had grown impatient with the pace​

the workers had set and knew I could clear it faster myself.'​

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'How long have you been a Jedi like your father?' I had asked. His face twisted at my​

question and he struggled with some inner demon to keep himself from snarling out​

his reply.​

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'That man is not my father!' he nearly shouted and flung the tablet he had in his​

hand against the canvas fabric of the tent. It hit the wall with a muffled thud before​

falling, fortunately, softly to the bed below. 'He is a clone! My clone! The Sithspawn​

stole my life and now I have to live a lie or risk persecution by those who hate him!'​

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A clone?​

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I stared in astonishment at the young man before me as it dawned on me as to who​

this person really was. Even though he had just said that the Count Dooku that had​

betrayed the Republic and started a war was the clone, I personally knew the senior ​

Count long enough to recognize that he was no clone. There was also the matter of ​

him mispronouncing his surname, something he explained as a learning disability as ​

a child but I am now suspecting otherwise. If there was a clone, it was this young man ​

raving about how the senior Count had destroyed everything for him.​

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What I said next made me fear for my life for if I thought I had seen his wrath before​

I had been mistaken. 'He is no clone, you are,' I had hissed in understanding. ​

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He grew furious at the accusation and I knew everyone in the camp had heard him,​

'I AM NO CLONE, YOU IMPUDENT SIMPLETON!' He would have attacked me if​

the Imperial officer that was always at his side had not suddenly burst through the​

tent flaps and forced me out. What was the Empire playing at by inserting this​

abomination into our midst?.."​

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Count Malvern would return three days later from the expedition, grievously ill and completely and
verily unlike himself. Paranoia and that someone was out to kill him were his constant companions
until his very last day in this universe. My father died with the words "He's mad!" as his last. None
of us understood as to whom he was referring to until I found his journal and read the entries
concerning the dig with Dooku. It was only after I had my eyes opened as to who and what Dooku
was that I began to see the telltale signs of madness in the young man and began researching
into how clones were created and how close they resembled the donor.

There are two ways a clone could be conceived. Grown to infancy and then nurtured to adulthood
in a handful of years, in which they develop their own personalities and can be indoctrinated through
learning programs; or they could be grown completely to adulthood and have the memories of the
donor implanted along with any indoctrination. The latter method often caused mental instability in
the clone as not all memories survive the imprinting and sometimes conflict with the indoctrination.
It was also outlawed by the Republic and is still outlawed by the Empire because of some attempt in
the distant past by an insurgency trying to replace a Supreme Chancellor with an exact copy that
was controlled by them.

In this Count Dooku's case, I believe he was created through the latter method because of how
quickly he appeared after his original's death and how he seemed to know things that a real son
raised on a Core World should not have. His quirks and personality were also exactly the same
and from what my father had witnessed and transcribed to his journal, he had been trained to
wield the power of the Jedi, beings who have not been seen from for five years prior to his
appearance on the galactic stage. There was also the fact that every time someone spoke of
Count Dooku senior, the younger Count would grow angry and often change the subject. We,
of course, had simply thought he just did not want to be reminded of his father's shame but
now I know it is because he did not want to be reminded that he was a clone.

His madness did not become apparent until a couple months ago when servants who work
for his House spoke of a night where he had been heard ranting and raving at a person only
he could see. He would come and go from Serenno at odd intervals, never explaining his
off-world business to anyone or if he did, it was vague and he would give an underlying threat
for the subject to be dropped. The Ruling Houses thought he was up to something, still
under the pretense that he is a natural individual, and was following in his father's footsteps.

It was right around this time that the Rebellion was starting to gain momentum in their
campaign against the Empire and thus the Ruling Houses suspicions. I don't know if
he is following in his original's footsteps or not but as far as I know, to this day, he still
has Palpatine's favor and speaks highly of the Emperor and the Empire. His only sign
of dissent is when he speaks of Lord Vader and even I cannot blame him for his hatred
of the Supreme Commander.

So why is there a clone of Count Dooku pretending to be his son? Was he created by
the late Count to be his heir and if so why would the Emperor support such a person
when he shows signs of being an exact copy of the traitorous Jedi Master? Who is
this duplicate and what does he really intend to do?

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I hope somebody uses this!

 

I wasn't thinking about that wide an angle range. Thinking of the cloud of TIEs that the Falcon and others flew through at Endor, she would only have been able to target the one or two directly ahead, so I was thinking to be able to ionise more as she flies through.

Will leave till after then, if she survives.

Thank you for feedback.

 

Posted. I'm loving this RPF, really getting into it and can't wait to see what happens more and more, I'm getting impatient already!

 

For reasons that I won't go into, for fear of breaking the no socialising rule, my post for Irisa and some of Black Group is sitting in my computer at work. Did not get the chance to email it to myself to post from home.

 

Dammit. I had that last week with my update. Work is not good for RPing.

Anway, pms do not work (with my iPad) so to those who send me requests for post approval ... APPROVED!

 

Failed experiment? My clone is simply misunderstood that's all!

 

Sith-I-5

I laughed so hard. Paul Reiser FTW!

 

From Friday to Monday I will sit around and wait for mails ... boring as a job can get ... which is why I announce this weekend to be a DAILY UPDATE WEEKEND ... for those who wanna push their storylines forward. Those who have no time or desire to do so don't worry. It's purely optional.

 

Woohoo!

This RPF bug has bitten me goooooooood.

 

So, this is you doing updates, or us doing updates? And if we can push our plots along, does that mean I can move Irisa and the Black Group Massive closer to the star destroyer, or we need to stay relatively static just doing more reactions to what you set up earlier?

 

I will update all groups on Today, Tomorrow and on Sunday. And no, Godmodding is still not allowed. Asking me a third time is not gonna change that, btw.

 

Looking forward to expanding on my character - can I clarify, is interaction with NPCs allowed in the case of club patrons, citizens, soldiers etc that you interact with and conclude all in just one post?

Example - something I make Connor do annoys a patron, there is a fight etc, but it's resolved by the time I finish my post, and so I carry over any wounds inflicted?

 

I should be able to get something up today or tomorrow - full plate at the moment.

 

The question is, do you wanna be one of those players who try to go as far as possible, without making the GM angry, accepting to go beyond the line sometimes . . .


Well, you my friend are on a crossroad. And it will be decided which path you go from here. I am serious. I like to write my own scenes, I ask GMs regulary for a bit freedom. Well, I make very sure

Can you? No. NPC, means they are not under your control. Seen it done differently in the game? Yeah, because some guys know they might get away with it anyway. So they are abusing Sirak´s good will. Okay, at some level it´s probably appreciated you make a scene better. If you start a fight, I strongly assume you would have overstepped that line.



Seriously. I think if you did that, Sirak would say nothing and be ignore it. But actually it is Godmodding, because the N in NPC stands for NON-PLAYER-CHARACTER. You are simply rewriting a scene - putting your stuff in it . . . you are doing the GMs job. Does a GM like to void posts? No. That´s why he will probably let you pass until you cannot expect to be acceptable anymore with your liberties. GM motivation will go into the sub-terran level, quite fast. You probably gave a damn about that, too. You actually will start discussions, which is what all Godmodders do. Seriously, 95% of players here will stay silent and think you did bad RPing.

The other way around is you simply go with what is given to you and like a screenwriter Sirak will try to create interesting situations for you and you just go through it. You develop a character and together with the GM a story. Look at LordTroepfchen´s and ComdMithwhateverIcouldnevermemorizeThrwan´sname´s posts for an example of how awesome you can write characters without ever, ever taking control over your environment.

Sith-I-5 . . . speaking of which . . . I just read the Battle of Cerea and, did you choose to ignore those Tie-Fighters right behind you? Or how did you planned to make it to the Star Destroyer?

 

DarkLordoftheFins CmdrMitth or Mitthy (unless Mitth_Fisto is around) will do.

 

DarkLordoftheFins - Thanks for clearing that up. Forgive me for saying, but it feels like you're hinting I'm going to try be a bit controlling over this story or my character? I'm not - I am still not 100% on our allowances so I was just making sure. I am really happy with where Sirak is taking us, including my character, I just didn't want to get wrapped up in writing a post and "cross that line" as you say.

God-modding isn't something I want to try and do, so don't worry.

 

Best way to learn is to simply read what the senior players write and do. If you do wrong, the GM will correct you. We all were once newbs and God Modders to some degree, we learned through trial and error to get to where we are now as players. Some of us are also Fan Fiction writers, so that helps in embellishing a post without really doing anything. As a player, you should find a writing style that is comfortable for yourself that allows you to focus on your character without too much interaction required from you to move events along.

I, myself, am an introspective writer, meaning my posts will be full of inner character thought and just enough action for other players and the GM to respond to. Makes me look like a great player and writer, but I really do very little action-wise. Plus its fun and allows me to explore my character and gives others an inside-look into who my character is, which in the long run, helps them interact with my character better.

Just remember that Role Playing is a cause-and-effect, a action-reaction game. What the GM causes to happen, effects you and everyone else's characters that are involved. Action is given and the characters have to react to that action, sometimes with a counter-action move from themselves in which the GM then reacts in turn.

If you want to create a side-story for yourself, a sub-plot so to speak, run the idea by the GM (and/or players you want to be involved with) and he/she may or may not be willing to go along with it.

 

Thanks CmdrMitth. I appreciate it.

I was just thinking out loud really, I'm still finding my way but wouldn't want to create more action and story in a post or scenario that Sirak creates. I am enjoying trying to "think" as my character, to respond to what happens and build on it, and I feel I'll be doing posts as in-depth as yours soon with character history, thought and development!

I'm not the type to try create another story in a story (I'm not that confident!) so will just carry on as normal and enjoy the ride!