Star Wars Jedi Outcasts RP, v.6 [The Adventure Continues]--All Are Welcome!

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  1. Blade_of_Silver Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 17, 2007
    star 4
    IC: Aran

    ?Thank you. I?ll be on my way then.? Aran shouldered his pack and began following the Lieutenant?s directions.

    He promptly got himself lost. Mon Cal ships made sense to the species they were designed for, but they didn?t so much for him. Of course, he usually got lost on human-based ships as well, but at least on those he could blame it on their infamously monotonous hallways.

    Although he kept consulting maps as he went along, he kept missing the briefing room he was trying for. He did run across the medbay however, and took a moment to examine its contents. He ducked back out into the hallway before one of the orderlies noticed him.

    Finally, he found the briefing room, if albeit by accident since he thought this area was supposed to be the Mess Hall. Peaking inside, he noticed there was already quite a collection of people gathered. He stood in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he tried to wait for a break in the conversations to introduce himself.

    TAG: The Room

    OOC: Thanks again NPC. You?re the best. :D
  2. Laine_Snowtrekker Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 8, 2003
    star 5
    IC:

    Earwen deftly stepped in and handled the newcomer who had interrupted them and got them to sit down. The young man who had slid into the room sort of awkwardly decided to actually ask a question.

    He leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands to occupy them before they, too, started playing up. "So, what's the story, um, Chancellor? I'm not that up to speed on the Outcasts, and their, um, your background is in files too large to read, or too obscured by, well, I assume some kind of propaganda as some portions of the Alliance really doesn't seem to like you, from the news..." Aden wondered if that was too blunt a question, and attempted to defang it a bit. "I know you were involved in those skirmishes with the rogue Bothans, but otherwise... I'm at a loss. I didn't hear about you during my time in the military during the war..."

    "The Outcasts have been around for a long time," Laine said, leaning onto one of the tables. "That would explain the size of the files. Also, we've been at various levels of 'Outcast' during the group's history. At first, we were completely a fringe group and were being chased by any possible governmental agency. We kept moving, that's all."

    She glanced at the door, where another man was looking sort of embarrassed for having come while she was talking. His face looked familiar--probably a referral from a former Outcast. She waved a hand at him. "Come on in and sit down, we're just having an informal conversation at the moment."

    Laine looked back at Aden. "We have worked in the past with both the New Republic, the Imperial Remnant, the Galactic Alliance, and the Jedi Order--and we did create enemies along the way because of who we are, or were, as the case may be. We helped liberate Coruscant at the end of the Vong War and were awarded the former Silvanti Base. The Outcasts hadn't been there six or seven months before those rogue Bothans you mentioned attacked and bombed the hell out of it."

    Kre'frey's actions had thrown them all for a loop. Perhaps they had grown too complacent while working with the legitimate authorities, but that was all in the past. Well, mostly. There was this job coming up. "We ran for a time and ended up engaging the rogue Bothans. After that, we drifted apart for a while, but now we're coming back together. But you're right, Aden, some of the Alliance doesn't like us very much. It's why we're the Outcasts--a nice conglomeration of former criminals, smugglers, runaways, Jedi who didn't fit into the Order for whatever reason, and Force-sensitives who didn't feel they fit anyway, Light or Dark."

    She grinned. "Now, if you were talking about not hearing about me during the war, that's okay. I worked my way up through the ranks here in the Outcasts, I was Mastered about two years ago, but am always learning, and I want to help the Galaxy in the mess that these jockeying governments have put it into. The Outcasts are one of the best groups to be in if you want to get good things done. Then again, I'm biased."

    It was meant as a joke, but she wondered if any of them would laugh.

    TAG: Those in the Room, esp. Aden and Aran
  3. A_Sith_and_a_Vampire Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Feb 16, 2010
    Approved by the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor

    Name: Hanasuke Yukimori
    Gender: Male
    Age: 34
    Species: Ho'Din
    Homeworld: Moltok
    Affiliation: Freelance
    Personality
    ---Traits: Very religious, often prays for long periods and fasts from time to time, softspoken, skilled healer when it comes to botany and herbs
    ---Likes: Prayer, meditation, contemplation, nature in all forms
    ---Dislikes: Droids and most forms of technology that seem to be "excessive"
    ---Habits: Isolates himself frequently to pray or often admires flora on whatever world he is on without regard to the current objective
    Appearance
    ---Skin Color: Deep indigo
    ---Hair Color: Red snake-like tendrils drawn back into a ponytail
    ---Eye Color: Onyx black
    ---Clothing: white shitagi, black kosode, black hakama, white hakama-himo, white tabi, wooden geta, white haori with an earthen clay-colored underside
    ---Other Attributes: Two hearts, suction-cup fingers, cold-blooded
    Weapons: A wooden handle of a scythe which lacks a blade. However the blade protrudes much like that of a lightsaber
    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: Moderately high
    ---Religion: Dinante Fli'R, formerly a member of an underground Sith cult
    ---Lightsaber
    -----Crystal(s): N/A
    -----Blade(s): Single scythe blade
    -----Color(s): Yellow-orange with a red core
    -----Handle Description(s): A rather odd wooden shaft in the shape of a farmers scythe handle
    ---Force Abilities: Plant surge, force drain, revitalize
    ---Force Weakness: Unknown
    Biography
    ---Personal History: Once a proud son of Master Gardener Yuritaro, Hanasuke was taken from his homeworld during his early years during a raid by Makurth initiates of a sweeping Sith movement. As the cruisers passed overhead, the Makurth stole the most brilliant minds among the Ho'Din as well as the children who were no older than 10. The rest of the settlement was swept up in the attack and an orbital bombardment had finished off the surrounding areas leaving nothing but desolation.
    Hanasuke was herded into a room full of other young students of various races onboard the Sith vessel, each one staring at the other in wonderment. It had likely been the first time any of them had met. The Cultists gave the children their dark robes for training and set them about meial tasks about the ship. For the time, they were to be slave labor.
    As the years passed, the Cultists began to weed out the Force-sensitives among them. Luckily, Hanasuke had a great aptitude with plants and was placed in the artificial gardens on the ship. All of the others who were not as adept with the Force were given armor, weapons, and sent to raid settlements just as they had done on Moltok. Hanasuke worked alongside another Ho'Din taken from a colonized world who served as his mentor. His mentor was known only as Tel'Vaasis, and he taught him many religious rites that had not been taught to him as a child. Each day they would pray to Dinegia to guide them through their captivity with the Sith, but the more they prayed, the more futile it seemed.
    There came a time much later when the Sith vessel was attacked by the Yuuzhan Vong who quickly boarded and struggled against the Sith and their warriors. Hanasuke fought bravely against them, only to have witnessed the deaths of many of the children (now adults) he had met on his first time upon the ship. Backed into a corner, Hanasuke was met by his fatally wounded Mentor who ushered him into one of the many escape pods. No words were exchanged, merely a glance, and Hanasuke was rushed out into the blackness of space within a cramped pod.
    Until now, he had remained dormant among many agricultural worlds, studying starcharts in his spare time whenever he could find them. He would stow away on various vessels or barter passage to such worlds, hoping that to honor his Mentor's memory, he could do so through the admiration of flora.
    ---Military History: N/A
    ---Traumatic Experiences: Having to leave his Mentor behind at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong


    Hanasuke Yukimori
    Dantooine; Open Plains; Afternoon


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  4. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Aden Kya
    Meeting Room

    Laine leaped into a fairly decent explanation, which matched most of the info he'd turned up before turning up for this nominally vague job. "The Outcasts have been around for a long time," Laine leaned, which was interesting - and beg to show the informality around here, despite the titles being thrown around. "That would explain the size of the files. Also, we've been at various levels of 'Outcast' during the group's history. At first, we were completely a fringe group and were being chased by any possible governmental agency. We kept moving, that's all."

    Laine broke to greet a new guest, during which Aden lightly stroked his chin. There had been a lot of fringe groups after the war with the Empire, so that was not an entirely new story. But a Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, complete with thousands of crewers, well, that was another. It reminded Aden of his studies of a Clone Wars-era Jedi Master named Djinn Altis, who had his own mini-Jedi Order based on his own concepts of attachment, who were also nomadic in nature, and very few of the Jedi attached to it had fallen to the dark side. So this, to him, was neatly slotted into that kind of group. He blinked as Laine returned to the conversation, a moment breaks passed.

    "We have worked in the past with both the New Republic, the Imperial Remnant, the Galactic Alliance, and the Jedi Order--and we did create enemies along the way because of who we are, or were, as the case may be. We helped liberate Coruscant at the end of the Vong War and were awarded the former Silvanti Base. The Outcasts hadn't been there six or seven months before those rogue Bothans you mentioned attacked and bombed the hell out of it."

    The term Silavnti Base didn't ring a bell, but then again, he hadn't noticed them at the Battle of Yuuzhan'tar. But it had been a big battle, and he had been on the ground for the second half of it, with the other Wraiths. "We ran for a time and ended up engaging the rogue Bothans. After that, we drifted apart for a while, but now we're coming back together. But you're right, Aden, some of the Alliance doesn't like us very much. It's why we're the Outcasts--a nice conglomeration of former criminals, smugglers, runaways, Jedi who didn't fit into the Order for whatever reason, and Force-sensitives who didn't feel they fit anyway, Light or Dark."

    The Dark? Aden wondered if they were more like the Jensaarai than the Jedi. Nomadic Jensaarai? He wondered how many problems that little philosophy had caused. And a Master? Aden wasn't a Master, but his interest in Laine had just redoubled. A 'Jedi' Chancellor? That probably didn't look good on Coruscant.

    Laine grinned, and Aden tuned back in, again. "Now, if you were talking about not hearing about me during the war, that's okay. I worked my way up through the ranks here in the Outcasts, I was Mastered about two years ago, but am always learning, and I want to help the Galaxy in the mess that these jockeying governments have put it into. The Outcasts are one of the best groups to be in if you want to get good things done. Then again, I'm biased."

    Aden found himself smiling despite his mood, and when his mind caught up with his face the smile shrank a fraction. But he nodded to cover it up, and hoped nobody was being as analytical as him today. He had a chance to break Laine's gaze when a newcomer arrived, and he looked to them.


    TAG: Laine, newcomer
  5. Sarge221 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Zayl Kraer
    Dantooine, Mon Calamari Cruiser, Briefing Room


    Two more individuals soon came in following the appearance of Earwen's son and then a third soon after. With the chatter having ceased coming his way, Zayl drifted into silence as he kept back in his seat, his arms still crossed over his chest while examining the new additions as they came through.

    The first was the woman with the braided black hair but, other then receiving Laine's welcome, was saying very little, causing the sniper to move on to the second individual; the one who took a seat from across from him actually. With a nod of greeting, Zayl raised one hand slightly to welcome him as well. Surprisingly, as he each new individual entered the briefing room, Zayl was starting to feel old. Other then Earwen and the arrival of the woman that had yet to give her name, Zayl was years older then the rest that were now assembled in the room. The Chancellor herself being the youngest and now the appearance of Menellium...

    Zayl waved the feeling off as immature thinking. He hadn't even reached thirty yet and while he was a bit worried about this seemingly young group, he took note of the dark specter of experience in some of them. He could see it in Aden easily upon looking at the dark eyes of his.

    The sniper almost didn't see the third arrival, but the peak of a head pointed Zayl towards another younger face that was looking from the door of the briefing room. The sniper motioned his head forward to signal the man that he might as well come in.

    Any further inspections of the newly arrived were put on hold when Laine spoke of the previous actions of the Outcasts. With a tilt of his head and a raised brow at the mention of their participation of the Vong War, Zayl tried to make a connection with them from his time in the Infiltrators. They might've been mentioned but the ex-soldier couldn't make any connection. There had been a lot of groups that were involved in the Yuuzhan Vong War whether they were the Hapes Consortium and the Imperial Remnant or the Smugglers and Hutts that had supported the Alliance as well. And then, of course, there were the groups that weren't on their side like the Peace Brigade...but there were no bells ringing in his memory about the Outcast.

    His interest, however, was piqued about hearing about rogue Bothans. Now that was something that Zayl knew about. During the Vong War, in response to the genocidal war that was being pressed upon them, the Bothans had responded in turn with a declaration of ar'krai. Some were no doubt unhappy about the peace that had been brokered between the Alliance and the Vong and last he heard Zayl knew of their fanatical pursuits of Zonama Sekot.

    Actually, now that he remembered, hadn't Traest Kre'fey been briefly Supreme Commander before his people's declaration of ar'krai had forced him to resign? He wondered what happened to the admiral, having no longer been prevalent to such news after Zayl's own resignation and vacation on Chandrila.

    With all the human and humanoid individuals that were in the room, it almost seemed out of place when a fourth member, a Ho'Din, appeared that Zayl looked to with curiosity.

    TAG: Briefing Room
  6. Blade_of_Silver Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 17, 2007
    star 4
    IC: Sia

    Sia stood off to the side as individuals one by one entered the room. Most of the beings were human but three people ? including the child ? were of other species she didn?t recognize. All seemed interested in joining the new Outcasts. The obvious popularity of the group among such different beings made her feel more confident in her own decision to seek them out, even though she had already been set in that choice.

    She listened intently to the Chancellor?s summary of the group. It was intriguing to say the least that a group containing criminals and other outsiders of normal society could find enough common ground and cause to become a united force powerful enough to make a difference in the galaxy they couldn?t find a place in. Even though she was here to fight, Sia decided that it would be fascinating to watch and see how the Outcasts would manage such a feat yet again.

    TAG: Room, though I guess Sia didn?t really do anything


    IC: Aran

    Aran took a seat at the table, placing his pack in front of him so that he could lean on it and otherwise keep a hold on it. He listened to the tale of the group and nodded at appropriate places, but his gaze began to wander and examine the people who surrounded him. Except for the Ho?Din ? the most recent arrival ? they all had the looks of fighters; unsurprising in a merc organization (or whatever the Outcasts were classified as) but daunting nonetheless. Aran listened for their names and connected the names to faces in his mind. Later he?d write down names, faces, impressions, etc. onto his datapad, but for now he relied on his own memory, which fortunately was pretty good at remembering people.

    TAG: No Tag again, unless someone noticed Aran sizing everyone up :p


    Hey, list of who all I think is in the room right now (because I feel like it):
    NAME (AGE, RACE) - according to here-posted CSs and Earwen's CS collection
    Laine (20, Human)
    Earwen (27, Melmeolalaithian)
    Zayl (27, Human)
    Menellium (6.5, Primean-Melmeolalaithian)
    Sia (29, Human)
    Aden (24, Human)
    Aran (24, Human)
    Hanasuke (34, Ho'Din)
  7. Jim_Palso Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 23, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Rebel Watch Tower
    Watch Tower Guards, Small planet somewhere near Toprawa, two days ago


    The sonic boom announced the entrance of a starship from outer space through to a planet's atmosphere. The black and green styled starship couldn't be seen with such detail yet from the current distance and instead looked more like a rocketing streamlined asteroid from outer space. But as the guard zoomed in with his scanners, a more crystallized imagine of a medium freighter could be made out through the heavy rainstorm. The watchman looked at his partner, both of them wearing the old styled uniforms of Rebel Troopers. One watchman was a human male, the one looking through the portable scanner, while his partner was a Rodian female who operated the communications station next to him, and who sat in the single chair in front of the communications console, on the slender tall pole watch tower that's only access was a long ladder that ran up the middle of the water tower's inner tube, protected and secured by a coded blast door at the bottom and a likewise coded blast hatch up top in the middle of the water tower's floor paneling. A simple round-like pod covered the watch tower top with four slender and smaller poles holding up a like-wise circular roof over the round pod.

    The watch tower included simple equipment, including a single long-range communications console that could easily reach back to base camp and any other near-by watch towers and simple blast coverings that could descend from the top edges of the round pod's ceiling covering in case of heavy storms and enemy blaster fire, covering all around the pod's opening areas. A simple refresher and a single bed and small portable cooking unit finished out the tower's supplies, a single bed due to the need to always have at least one watchmen on duty at all times during the twelve hour shifts. The only weaponry the watch tower featured was a single E-Web blaster cannon that was mounted on the watch tower's exterior edge, with it's hand controls extending to the inside of the pod---the E-web could swirl around the entire exterior of the pod, giving the gunner a wide firing range. The only other weapons included what the watch guards carried on them, which usually included a blaster pistol and blaster rifle each.

    "Inform base command that the smuggler Jim Palso has arrived," Said the human male.

    The female Rodian nodded and started contacting base command...


    *****************************************


    IC: Jim Palso
    Hunk of Junk Classic, Small planet somewhere near Toprawa, two days ago


    Jim Palso could tell the differences between the Hunk of Junk and the Hunk of Junk Classic. Although the Classic was a precise copy of the original Hunk of Junk, non-the-less, Jim Palso could tell the difference. And, Jim thought, it was eerie having the same looking ship as his original Hunk of Junk...the memories and all, but yet, not the same ship. A very odd feeling, yet something he supposed he would have to get use to sooner or later.

    The rain storm that they had entered into was, Jim thought, foreshadowing this run's overall feeling already. Their approach to the small ocean-covered planet with a few land masses here and there, was uneventful, yet it spoke of a hidden danger that was yet not seen. But Palso was all too familiar with these runs---it was part of the job.

    After the Jedi Outcasts had disbanded several months after the Yuuzhan Vong War, Palso had founded himself in a very particular position. His Jedi training needed some help, yet he felt no drive to return to the Jedi Temple yet under the watchful eye of Jedi Master Corran Horn. Laine had wanted to visit family, which she did, and that was where the most interesting particular situtation of all came in. After dating her for...Jim couldn't remember, he figured she would though, it was a woman thing after all to remember important dates and such---Jim had never meet Laine's family and, as inter
  8. Laine_Snowtrekker Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 8, 2003
    star 5
    OOC: Laine is young, but not that young. She's about 22, 23.
  9. Katana_Master Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 27, 2007
    star 3
    IC: Fyar

    Contrary to popular belief, Fyar Escalos was not dead. In the short seconds between the moment that he had started running, to the moment that the shadows swallowed him, he had managed to pick of three tails. None of which were much of a match, and none of which followed for long. So when Fyar reached the observation cupola ? a windowed dome in the side of one of the darkened walls ? there was no one to see where he had gone. The sound of breaking glass could not be heard over the din in the hanger below, so when he leveled his sniper rifle, none of the mercs realized their peril.

    The mercs, however, were not the first thing he spotted. That position went to Commander Lirian, who was apparently trying to commit suicide by charging the enemy line without backup. Fyar spotted several mercs behind her, trying to line up shots. He fired three times, and three mercs toppled. By then, Lirian had reached one of the fighters, and was starting it up. Fyar shot several more hostiles in the time it took for her to get the craft off the hanger floor.

    Then the whole bay exploded.

    Next thing Fyar knew, he was lying on his back, and every window in the dome had been shattered. He got up, stumbled back to the window, and again sighted through the rifle. At first, he could not comprehend what he was seeing. Commander Lirian held a sword that Fyar had seen once or twice before, and was dueling with a man similarly armed. The exchange of blows went so fast that even Fyar could barely track them. But he realized as he watched, that Lirian was losing. He tried to place the man in his scope, but the duel was too unpredictable for him to get a clear shot, he could just as easily hit the wrong person. So when the man had backed Lirian up all the way to Fyar?s fighter, he still couldn?t fire without the bullet passing through the man and hitting his Commander. Then the man impaled Lirian through her midsection, then let her fall to the floor.

    Fyar pulled the trigger. The man fell.

    The bullet had gone in one side of his head, out the other, and had probably passed all the way through Fyar?s TIE, but he didn?t care. Fyar vaulted through the gaping hole where the window used to be, fell the five meters to the deck below, and sprinted across the bay. One moment, he had just hit the ground, the next he was kneeling at Lirian?s side, frantically checking for a pulse. Fyar wasn?t a particularly religious man, but he nonetheless gave a prayer of thanks to whatever deity might be listening when he felt a heartbeat. Her pulse was weak and uneven, but it was there. Fyar became aware of a steadily expanding pool of blood, stemming from the wound in her stomach. For a moment, he just stared, then his hands started fumbling for something on his person.

    Come on, I always keep one on me, come on, come on? There.

    He pulled a small medical kit from one of his leg pockets. For the next few minutes he let training and experience take over as he applied bacta and bandages, injected painkillers and coagulants. When Lirian?s pulse became steady, though still weak, and her breaths stopped rattling, Fyar gave a sigh of relief.

    The adrenaline had worn off, the panic had mostly gone, but he started wondering.

    Now what?

    Apart from him and the unconscious woman next to him, nothing stirred. There were a few fires, but they were dying due to the lack of combustible materiel. Bodies were everywhere, mostly mercs, but he spotted at least two he recognized, and knew that he would find more if he went inside. For all he knew, the two of them were the only survivors. He remember passing the med bay on his way to the hanger, one of the walls had blown out, scattering vials and equipment all over the place. He doubted that anything strong enough to fix the Commander up was left intact. Again, what was he supposed to do? As a stopgap measure, he decided to move her someplace more comfortable. With a grunt of exertion, he lifted the woman in his arms and carried her up the loading ramp to the more intact-looking
  10. roxez Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Nov 13, 2007
    star 3
    OOC: Pulling out an old character sheet. co-GM approved.

    Name: Ezrin Noxa (nicknamed ?Roxez?)
    Gender: Male
    Age: 19
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
    Affiliation: None
    Occupation: Former slave/podracing technician. Currently a janitor at Nar Shaddaa?s main hangar.
    Personality
    ---Traits: Generally cheerful. Tends to be overly optimistic about everything. Does have a severe approval complex though ? always looking to be encouraged and praised. Also has what previous employers call ?the weirdest luck in the galaxy?. About 70% of the time, Roxez is on the ball with anything he does, sometimes pulling off fixes deemed impossible. He has an innate talent to diagnose mechanical problems despite no formal training. The other 30% of the time usually ends up with something exploding and/or large amounts of property damage. Generally described as the clumsy idiot-savant.
    ---Likes: Praise for doing good work, playing sabaac. Also loves the ships and vessels, part of his intuitive knowledge.
    ---Dislikes: People yelling at him (expects beatings), losing his tools (happens frequently), confrontations, hurting others.
    ---Habits: Tends to sleep in the hangar despite quarters made available for him. Always has headphones on blaring some electronica music style. Usually makes him oblivious to people calling for his attention. Poor sabacc player overall, but his luck kicks in every so often to make him appear better than what he is. Bizarre mix of extreme extrovert and extreme introvert, depending again on how he perceives he is being treated.
    ---Phobias: Intense fear of bacta tanks. Caused when put into a tank after an injury and a faulty breather nearly caused him to drown. Also is claustrophobic and cannot stand being in cockpits, attributing again to fear of asphixiation.
    Appearance
    ---Skin Color: Caucasian
    ---Hair Color: Brown and short. Reddish tint in facial hair. Sports a scraggly unshaven look, but not a full beard.
    ---Eye Color: Blue
    ---Clothing: Generally wears a standard grey jumpsuit and black boots. Sometimes a cap on his head. Also always has headphones connected to small music player in his pocket. As a slave, he had a big toolbelt with all sorts of equipment. As a janitor, he now sports a mop.
    ---Other Attributes: Bruises and scars hidden under clothes from beatings as a slave. Squarish shaped mark on neck where slaving implant was removed.
    ---Other Details:
    Weapons: Generally avoids fights, but if caught in one tends to improvise, or simply use the fists and feet.
    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: None
    Biography
    ---Personal History: Parents died when Roxez was only three years old and he ended up living with his uncle, who in order to settle some debt sold him into slavery. He grew up under the servitude of Mistress Kylini, a successful smuggler/pirate who also also sponsored a podracer in the newly returned Podracing circuits. Roxez was little more than an extra hand on Kylini?s large transport until he overheard the pilot and engineer arguing over the pod?s performance and he noticed the engines sounded off. Within moments he had found and fixed the faulty issue. A month later the engineer was left behind on their last stop?
    Roxez served as the engineer for a long time, into his late teens. Had several incredible fixes to keep the pod running and money in Kylini?s coffers. Of course, his luck kicked in and he had several disasters as well, leading to beatings. One particular disaster ended up with the pilot in a hospital and the pod destroyed. Despite the repeated attempts to explain that the pod had simply worn out, Kylini immediately sold him to the local podracing track master. Roxez took on the duties there, quickly becoming known as ?the worst luck in the universe?. The track master grew increasingly frustrated with him, since none of the pilots would let him near their pod, and no one would buy him. Eventually, the track master simply removed the slave chip and booted Roxez to the street. He tried small jobs and smuggled himself on a transport to Nar Shaddaa, landing a job as janitor in the hangar. With no qualificati
  11. Jim_Palso Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 23, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: [face_laugh] Good roxez, good! I'll roll with that. :D Just wait and watch what I do with it. :p


    IC: Walking Library and Bugger
    Hanger Bay, Ill Repute II, Dantooine


    The multi-colored 3PO protocol droid, Walking Library, shook his head, covering his face with his right palm in embarrassment as he watched Palso shake hands and give pats on the back in...thin air. "Is he delusional?" The protocol droid asked his counterpart Bugger.

    The white hulled and yellow-green stripped R2 Astromech Droid beeped and whistled in response, [Do I need to even answer that?]


    No Tag :p
  12. Pennsylvania_Yankee Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 25, 2005
    star 2
    OOC: Hey all, here is the correct character sheet I PMed to Earwen. The old one is posted on the website, so hence why I'm posting it here. I will have a post up ASAP, probably by Saturday.


    Name: Peter Times
    Gender: Male
    Age: 29
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Earth
    Affiliation: Jedi Outcasts
    Personality
    ---Traits: Confident, serious-minded, quiet
    ---Likes: Reading books, writing, training, talking with friends
    ---Dislikes: Hate and evil
    ---Habits: Making things with his knife, playing with a deck of cards, smoking a cigar
    Appearance
    ---Skin Color: Light
    ---Hair Color: Brown (buzz cut)
    ---Eye Color: blue iris
    ---Clothing: Jedi Outcasts standard uniform and equipment and Preventer Jacket
    ---Other Attributes: Battle scars all over his body
    ---Other Details: While currently working as a freelance mercenary while on break from the Jedi Outcasts, Times is wearing the latest model of Imperial Storm Commando armor with additional equipment such as a ammo belt across his chest armor from upper right shoulder to lower left hip and he also wears a black cloak over his armor when not engaged in combat.
    Weapons: 2 WESTAR-34 blaster pistols---painted black for the Storm Trooper armor---1 E-11B blaster rifle, 1 Ascension Gun (where various grappling hooks can be interchanged), 1 combat knife, various grenades, 1 double-ended Force pike (that can retract into a smaller carrying size, although a little bulky when retracted, and 1 wrist mounted dart shooter.
    Starship
    ---Name: Dark Night
    ---Class: Modified TIE Advanced x1 Prototype
    ---Hyperdrive Class: 1
    ---Weapon(s): twin laser cannons
    ---Shields: Upgraded shields to reduce power consummation and give the starfighter greater speed
    ---Sublight Speed: Between TIE Fighter and TIE Interceptor speeds
    ---Crew: 1 Pilot
    ---Passenger(s): None
    ---Max Cargo (kg): Same as standard TIE Advanced x1 Prototype
    ---Interior Description: Same as standard TIE Advanced x1 Prototype
    ---Other Details: Full life support system added
    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: None
    ---Religion: N/A
    ---Lightsaber
    -----Crystal(s): N/A
    -----Blade(s): N/A
    -----Color(s): N/A
    -----Handle Description(s): N/A
    ---Force Abilities: N/A
    ---Force Weakness: N/A
    ---Other Force Object(s): N/A
    Biography
    ---Personal History: Peter Times was born on Earth under the Earth Territorial Lands government before the Confederacy of Free Planets' First War against much of the known Human Space Area. The resulting win for the Confederacy saw a 10 year occupation of most of known Human Space Area. Despite that, Earth and her star system---the last remaining planet and star system of the Earth Territorial Lands (ETL)---remained free from Confederate rule and occupation. Once he turned 18, Peter Times found himself enlisting in the ETL's Federal Army. The ETL would lead a bold attack over the Earth Defense Line and into Confederate territory, starting what became known as the Twin Suns Conflict. After the extended 5 year war and ETL victory, Times found himself in another war for the very lives of ETL citizens. Alien invaders, long held back from the Confederacy of Free Planets' capital planet defenses, broke through defenses and swarmed into the Human Space Area, conquering hundreds of planets and numerous star systems. Earth would be attacked and taken over by the alien invaders and Times found himself in a 2 year struggle of survival against the alien invaders.

    Although the humans and fellow alien races fighting against the alien invaders would win, Times wouldn't see the victory as on a rainy night, he was sucked into a time void and transported to the Star Wars Galaxy. He left behind a sister, mother, and father. He would later return to a Earth far different from the one he knew, where the ETL had become a harden, fear-driven regime with what would appear to be no freedom for its citizens.

    Times would find out over time that his childhood dreams were all false and since birth, he was trained as a soldier. He was to become a super solider for the ETL, only to rebel and free his people from the ruthless
  13. Laine_Snowtrekker Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 8, 2003
    star 5
    IC:

    As more people arrived in the room, Laine felt that perhaps this would work, that perhaps she wouldn't fall flat on her face. It was one thing to spend time planning the reorganization, and another to execute it. The most recent arrival, a Ho'Din, if she guessed correctly, looked as if he'd wandered onto the ship out of sheer curiosity. She introduced herself and offered the Ho'Din a seat, figuring that after the briefing, details about each person would be collected and rooms given out.

    The next thing Laine felt was profound relief followed by sheer annoyance, which was usually the case when she was thinking about Palso. The back of her bond with him had tingled as he'd entered Dantooine's atmo, and so she had been glad that he'd finally gotten back after doing Force knew what. McCallum came onto the comm after that, and Palso, to true form, had done a fly-by and ruined McCallum's announcement when McCallum shouted, "PALSOOOO!!!!"

    That was Jim, always having to make an entrance. He'd better have a good reason for being so 'fashionably' late.

    It was only a matter of time before he swaggered into the room, probably looking like something a nexu had dragged in, and so she was pleasantly surprised when he swaggered in in his dress uniform. She straightened as he came in, hoping that he'd remember to salute, even sloppily. There were recruits sitting in the room, after all.

    "Commodore," she said. She glanced at Earwen. "Are most of the recruits here yet?"

    TAG: Jim, Earwen, others in the room for reactions, etc.,

  14. Katana_Master Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 27, 2007
    star 3
    IC: Fyar

    The records showed a pretty blue-green orb below the heading ?Dantooine?, but the Vong-ravaged world that Fyar saw beneath his ship resembled little the pretty picture the outdated records presented. Cloud cover prevented him from seeing the cruiser he knew was parked several hundred kilometers below, but did nothing to stop the IFF signal the Ill Repute sent out.

    Just as Fyar?s fingers were about to alight upon the COM switch, his ears caught a sort of incoherent moaning. Abandoning his seat, he rushed back into sleeping compartment. Lirian was still lying where he had left her, still unconscious, but she was shaking, her head lolling back and forth, a stream of gibberish issued from her mouth. Fyar took the IV and made an adjustment to the formula. A minute passed, then two, then she quieted. It had been going on ever since they had left the base, and despite Fyar?s best efforts, her condition was steadily deteriorating.

    Physically, he reflected when he threw himself back into the pilot?s seat, he was perfectly fine. But mentally, Fyar was exhausted. The day?s events had drained him beyond anything he had felt since his battles with the Vong. Absently, he ran his hands over the console, fiddling with the COM controls, but not using them. A haze seemed to have settled in his skull, he shook his head violently to clear it. Before he could procrastinate any more, he forced himself to press the appropriate series of buttons. Once he was sure he was transmitting, he spoke.

    ?This is former Flight Officer Fyar Escalos, hailing the Ill Repute, anybody listening??

    TAG: NPC
  15. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Juerr Pakka
    Ill Repute II, Hanger

    Being on the job was a bit of a, well a bit of downer. True he loved to fly and being recently made Rising Star 1 had a few merits to it after returning, but being away from his recent life-mate was a bit more torture than it was pleasure. Most couples probably had to go through such things.

    Shaking head as though to clear away the cave-webs he watched in idle curiosity as the Wing Commander finally returned, apparently acting out a scene of pomp of self-importance. Hopefully this was not regular human behavior after a promotion, if so he would have to make sure to stock up on anti-reflux meds.

    Tail snaking out from his current spot of erect readiness he grabbed a cup of water off of the table to his side, passing it from tail to hand before drinking down it's coolness that combated the effects of having to wear his flight suite to stand at the ready. Well more the discomfort of having to wear any clothes beyound his utility/weapons belt. But that was the cost of position, at least at this level, and from the latest arrival's dress than his as well.

    Though why anyone performed a flyby before landing, even on a simple world such as this one was beyond him. Time moves on though, and such anoyances are lost to it. After all there wasn't much he could do, the man was to be current immediate superior.

    TAG: Hanger
  16. NPC Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Apr 5, 2006
    IC as Commander Sunford:

    ?This is former Flight Officer Fyar Escalos, hailing the Ill Repute, anybody listening??

    "Flight Officer Fyar Escalos, this is Commander Sunford. How can I be of assistance?"

    TAG: Fyar
  17. Earwen_Lightrider Former RSA & Spokantina CR

    Member Since:
    Jan 17, 2004
    star 6
    IC as Earwen:

    Earwen quickly stiffled a chuckle after McCallum's interrupted announcements. At least that gave her a heads up that Jim was on his way.

    "Are most of the recruits here yet?" Laine inquired.

    Earwen glanced down at her datapad. Scanning the list of those she knew to expect.

    "There are still a few recruits expected to arrive, but if you wish to proceed we can always brief the late arrivals on what they missed." At least they should not arrive a week late. Earwen thought as she glanced at the recently arrived Palso. She then continued to scan the room. So many interesting people that she would look forward to getting to know. Right now, she was doing her best to match the files that she had with the faces she now could see.

    TAG: The Room
  18. Katana_Master Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 27, 2007
    star 3
    IC: Fyar

    "Flight Officer Fyar Escalos, this is Commander Sunford. How can I be of assistance?"

    Well, at least I haven?t managed to somehow make them mad during the last year, let?s see if that keeps up

    ?Commander Sunford, I have a medical emergency on my hands; if it?s not too much trouble, I?d like permission to dock.?

    TAG: NPC
  19. NPC Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Apr 5, 2006
    IC as Commander Sunford:

    ?Commander Sunford, I have a medical emergency on my hands; if it?s not too much trouble, I?d like permission to dock.? Came Fyar's voice over the comm.

    "You have permission to dock. I'm sending you the coordinates now. I will alert medical to have a team standing by." Sunford quickly sent the coordinates and then flipped on the ship wide comm.

    Attention medical personnel: Incoming wounded in hangar bay 3. Medical team, please report to hangar bay 3.

    It was looking to be a very busy day for her.

    Tag: Fyar and Anyone
  20. Katana_Master Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 27, 2007
    star 3
    IC: Fyar

    "You have permission to dock. I'm sending you the coordinates now. I will alert medical to have a team standing by."

    "Thanks Commander, I'll buy you a drink sometime. Fyar Escalos out."

    Fyar flipped the COM off, and checked the location sent. It was for the Ill Repute's third hanger bay. He had the computer set a course, then input that into the auto-pilot. As soon as Fyar was sure that it would work as expected, he unbuckled and went back to the bunks. Lirian wasn't any better than before, but she didn't look like dying just yet.

    "Just hold on a little longer, we're almost there."

    She could not, of course, hear him, but the sense of relief that pervaded him at that moment was too great for him to care. He returned to the pilot seat just in time to watch the cloud cover break, and the Cruiser to come into view. As instructed, Fyar brought the freighter into bay #3 and set the craft down as gently as he could manage.

    Mechanically, he ran through the power-down checklist. Then he got up and walked back the the hatch. Fyar hit the button, and the ramp lowered to the hanger deck. A rush of non-reprocessed air flooded into the ship and Fyar took a deep breath before stepping onto the bay of the Ill Repute.

    TAG: Anyone
  21. Blade_of_Silver Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 17, 2007
    star 4
    IC: Aran Crypt

    Aran listened and watched with amusement as the new arrival ? Commodore Palso ? made his presence known to the whole base. The swaggering personality of Palso was a pretty good hint that he didn?t make the best of patients during the times the Commodore ended up in the medical ward. Aran also noted the exchanged between Palso and the Outcasts, marking a lot of emotions that they were all suppressing to some level or another for the sake of all the recruits in the room.

    His impressions were interrupted when a woman?s voice came over the intercom.

    Attention medical personnel: Incoming wounded in hangar bay 3. Medical team, please report to hangar bay 3.

    Aran stood up. ?Excuse me for interrupting your reunions, but with your permission I?d like to help your medical team with the emergency.? he almost hopped in place, knowing every second mattered in emergencies. The possibility didn?t even occur to him that they likely could handle whatever the problem was.

    TAG: Room, mainly Laine and Earwen; hey, lookie, a real tag!
  22. Pennsylvania_Yankee Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 25, 2005
    star 2
    IC: Peter Times
    Unknown planet, Somewhere near Helska, two days ago


    "Where is that mercenary?!"

    "Command, Command! Come in Command! Our lines are breaking! We need support!"

    "Central Post, this is Delta Company! We can't hold 'em---ahhhhhhhhh!"

    "All Posts, this is Central Post! Can anyone send us any reinforcements?!"

    "Central Post, this is Left Post. That's a negative. All my forces are engaged."

    "Central Post, this is Right Post. All Right Post's forces are engaged as well."

    "Charlie, I can't hold them back! Charlie!"

    "Hold on Billy! Hold on! I'm coming!"

    "Charlie---!"

    "Billy!? Billy! No!!!!! You Vong! You Sith-boned Vong! That was my best-friend!"

    "Sergeant, get back in battle line! Sergeant! Sith-bones! Charlie, get back here!"

    "For Billy-----!!!!"

    "Charlie!!!! No!!!!! Central Post, this is Alpha patrol! I've lost half of my men! We're pulling back!"

    "Command, this is Central Post. The Vong have overrun our lines and are separating my remaining forces! Where is that mercenary! Where is Peter Times!"

    "I thought the war was over! This was just a clean-up operation! This can't be happening, no! No! Nooooooo!!!!!" A blood filled gurgle could be heard over the comm system, "Ma! Mom! Help me! Ma..." Then silence over the comm link.


    Peter Times calmly squatted up against the remaining ruined piece of a bombed out skyscrapper's air conditioning system, his helmet off and its communication speakers providing him with the comm traffic he listened to in the cool night air; his cloak surrounded him while a cigar sat on his mouth, providing the only glow, however small, around the mercenary soldier. Above them, the planet's two moons provided light on the darkened city and landscape below. The skyscrapper, one of many bombed out buildings in the ruined city's landscape all around Times, was almost completely Vong-formed, the Vong's growth hiding almost the very evidence that this was once a city populated before the Yuuzhan Vong War. But along the Yuuzhan Vong Invasion path, this oxygen supported planet was one of the first planets to fall to the Yuuzhan Vong and early in the war was a vital staging point for launching Yuuzhan Vong forces deeper into the galaxy, as well as acting as a supply depot. But as the war progressed over the years and deeper into the galaxy, the planet's importance fell and by war's end, only a Yuuzhan Vong military outpost occupied the planet.

    With the defeat of the main Yuuzhan Vong forces, this military out-post became one of the few strongholds for Yuuzhan Vong forces who refused to surrender and continued the war after the official surrender. But today, although small pockets of Yuuzhan Vong forces remained in the galaxy still, the last known major and organized Yuuzhan Vong military presence was being destroyed. With the destruction of this Yuuzhan Vong out-post, any last lingering military threats from the Yuuzhan Vong would most certainly disappear...one could only hope however.

    The plan had been simple: orbital bombartment from a Galactic Alliance fleet would lay waste to the military out-post and any other enemy forces. After the orbital bombartment had taken it's affect on enemy forces, the ground forces would move in and mop any remaining forces. And everything had been going as planned until it was found out it was a trap for the ground forces. While a small enemy force remained at the military out-post to sell the deception, the bulk of the Yuuzhan Vong forces hid in specially designed underground tunnels. Then, when the ground forces had came to clear out any remaining forces in the ruined city turned into military outpost, the trap was sprung. Instead of three battalions of ground troops supported by armored vehicles and Yuuzhan Vong Hunter One (YVH 1) combat droids going in and winning, what one could see as the last major battle of lingering Yuuzhan Vong forces who refused to surrender after the war, it was turned into a desperate battle for survival. Although Galactic Alliance forces were roughly equal to Yuuzhan Vong forces,
  23. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    GM Approved!

    Name: Greth Artrosk
    Gender: Female
    Age: 27
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Ord Mantell
    Affiliation: N/A
    Personality
    ---Traits: She is very precise and goes above and beyond the call of duty to please her superiors. Despite her kind and peaceful nature towards comrades, she can also be quite stoic and appears very serious and cold to strangers. This trait allows her to hold her own in a fight, but also causes her to be misunderstood on several occasions.
    ---Likes: Flying (ships and speeders), science and discovering how things work, animals and nature
    ---Dislikes: War and the need for beings to kill each other for no reason, cowards and lies
    ---Habits: Flipping through her datapad and reading random information when she's bored or nervous about something, and gesturing with her hands when she talks
    Appearance
    [image=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/HSolo29/Banners/outcasts-image1.jpg]
    ---Clothing: Simple tan coveralls with cargo pockets and ankle-high brown boots; she wears a utility belt and a holster slung over her right hip
    ---Other Attributes: A small tattoo adorns her right wrist, a little reminder of her past and her home
    Weapons: A small blaster pistol and a vibroblade hidden within her boot; she also carried several small parts and other equipment(datapad, comlink, droid caller) in her utility belt
    Starship
    ---Name: N/A
    ---Class: N/A
    ---Hyperdrive Class: N/A
    ---Weapon(s): N/A
    ---Shields: N/A
    ---Sublight Speed: N/A
    ---Crew: N/A
    ---Passenger(s): N/A
    ---Max Cargo (kg): N/A
    ---Interior Description: N/A
    ---Other Details: N/A
    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: Yes (partially trained)
    ---Religion: She believes in a higher being that controls the galaxy, but she doesn't know or understand what that is
    ---Lightsaber
    -----Crystal(s): N/A
    -----Blade(s): N/A
    -----Color(s): N/A
    -----Handle Description(s): N/A
    ---Force Abilities: N/A
    ---Force Weakness: N/A
    ---Other Force Object(s): N/A
    Biography
    ---Personal History: Growing up on the dusty and desolate lands of Ord Mantell proved to be a sour start to life. Greth was an only child living with a single mother in the slums of Worlport. The nearby junkyards were a frequent nuisance and the planet's tendency to attract mercenaries and smugglers made homelife difficult and dangerous. Her mother, working a cocktail waitress at a local cantina, was also fairly poor and found it quite difficult to support Greth and any education she was to have. As a result, Greth spent most of her childhood being observant of her surroundings and teaching herself what she could through datapads and other historical documents.

    When it was discovered that Greth possessed a special gift, she was quickly whisked away from her poor living arrangements on Mantell and thrust into the hustle and bustle of Coruscant, where she was to train as a Jedi. But the further she got into her training, the more she found herself disagreeing with the morals and doctorine in which the Jedi were supposed to uphold. After a year, she left the Order to pursue her own desires and ended up with the military.

    Intel was her calling and she found herself working in the field when the Yuuzhan Vong invasion started. She was personally assigned to observe the Vong from a distance and try to understand their culture. What she uncovered was death and destruction and fearing for her life, she fled once more into isolation. It wasn't until the end of the war that she resurfaced back on Ord Mantell to find work and tend to her aging mother.
    ---Military History: She worked as an Intel operative for the first half of the Vong invasion until the fall of Coruscant. With the enemy appearing to have a clear victory, she fled the Alliance and went into hiding.
    ---Traumatic Experiences: During the war, Greth witnessed several acts of mutilation and human sacrifice while working as an undercover agent. It rattled her so much, that she became fearful of her own life and abandoned her work for the Alliance. Despite her fear, she is determined to carry out revenge on the Vong for how they treated the beings of the galaxy.

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  24. Jim_Palso Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 23, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: Posting as various NPC's to help move game along.


    IC: Jim Palso
    Briefing Room A, grounded Ill Repute II, Dantooine


    It was only a matter of time before he swaggered into the room, probably looking like something a nexu had dragged in, and so she was pleasantly surprised when he swaggered in in his dress uniform. She straightened as he came in, hoping that he'd remember to salute, even sloppily. There were recruits sitting in the room, after all.

    "Commodore," she said. She glanced at Earwen. "Are most of the recruits here yet?"



    Palso smiled and locked eyes with Laine for a moment longer then normal and held his smile. He had missed her and, if not for official producres needing to be done at the moment, Jim would have went across the room and held her, kissing her as well. But, a look that showed nothing but love would have to do for now.

    After Laine's attention was given to Earwen, Palso took a look around the room, taking in all the new recruits thus far.

    "There are still a few recruits expected to arrive, but if you wish to proceed we can always brief the late arrivals on what they missed."

    Palso walked up to the table and sat down on the other side of Laine, thinking, what he thought, Earwen and Laine were already thinking, Fashionably late by a week. Earwen and Laine probably have different views on that...I'm hungry. Palso realized suddenly that he was hungry and his thoughts echoed as much, Ummmm, Corellian steak with heavy brown Corellian steak sauce, and Corellian smash potatoes, and Corellian mixed vegies...

    Palso's most wonderful thoughts on Corellian foods was interrupted by Commander Sunford's urgent message over the ship-wide intercom:

    Attention medical personnel: Incoming wounded in hangar bay 3. Medical team, please report to hangar bay 3.

    Palso wasn't too alarmed by the sudden announcement, yet being a veteran of the Jedi Outcasts for a number of years now, he had seen and heard quite a bit and had become use to such things.


    Aran stood up. ?Excuse me for interrupting your reunions, but with your permission I?d like to help your medical team with the emergency.? he almost hopped in place, knowing every second mattered in emergencies. The possibility didn?t even occur to him that they likely could handle whatever the problem was.

    Just then, Jefferies from the Medical Wing stumbled in...


    Tag Everyone (Cont. below)


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    IC: Jefferies
    Heading towards Briefing Room A, grounded Ill Repute II, Dantooine


    Jefferies was like a man on a mission, which he was. He and his two person medic crew with hover stretchy in tow blasted through the corridors on their way to the hanger bay 3. Jefferies didn't know what was going on and, considering the patient could be any number of species, size, and age, he felt understaffed at the moment. Not all of the medical staff had arrived yet and with him already taking two medics with him, that left the Medical Wing with only Mickey. If something bigger happened before more of the medical staff arrived, they would be in trouble.

    Telling his medic staff to go on ahead of him, Jefferies stopped by Briefing Room A to seek any additional assistance. He needed to send one of his medics back to the Medical Wing, to help Mickey staff the Medical Wing, but that meant he needed to add an additional team member for this patient they were going to in the hanger now.

    Stumbled into Briefing Room A, eyes alert, "Excuse me, but I'm short a team member. Can anyone help?"

    Palso pointed to Aran, "He wants to."

    Jefferies looked at Aran and nodded, "Lets go, hurry!"


    Tag Blade :)


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    IC: Lieutenant Da'lek
    Hanger Bay 3, grounded Ill Repute II, Dantooine


    Between security checks on new arrivals and medical emergencies, Lieutenant Da'lek was earning
  25. Katana_Master Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 27, 2007
    star 3
    IC: Fyar

    Fyar had no sooner stepped off the loading ramp, than a man in a Lieutenant?s uniform rushed up and said something to the effect of ?I?m not a medical detail, but I?m going to find one.? Fyar, for his part, really had no idea what he was supposed to do. He sure wasn?t going to leave the general vicinity until he was sure his Commander had the help she needed.

    TAG: None, since this is really a non-post.
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