SWRPF Archive ~Scars Of The Empire: A post ROTJ RPG~

OOC: Alright people, we're starting... NOW! Also, I'll be playing any yet unfilled parts.

IC: Maverick Hawk

Hawk stood alone on the veiwing deck of his personal flagship, The Ragnarok. The silence was deafening, as most of his high ranking officers stationed on his flagship were making sure everything was in order, while his lower ranking crewmen performed routine technical checks, to make sure everything would be running smoothly for the assault on Coruscaunt. The Ragnarok Was the centerpeice of the one hundred ship fleet which Maverick Hawk commanded, most of which were transport vessels, the rest consisting of escorts. The one hundred large ships were accompanied by thousands of tie fighters, tie bombers, and everything else one could think of. Although a fleet this size would be difficult to command toward victory, Hawk, ever the sly devil he was, had quite a few surprises up his sleeve. Turning to the communications officer stationed on the command deck, Maverick's smooth, yet intimidating voice broke the silence. "Officer Kent, get me in contact with Boba Fett, and Rrenya Da'Thariss. I have an idea that may make victory easier for us."

The officer ackowledged his orders, and with a quick salute, sprinted off toward the communications desk. Within minutes, the message was sent, and hopefully the two bounty hunters, though not in league with each other, would arrive within the end of the next day.

After this, Maverick turned and walked into the small holo-console located in his large command deck. After a little fiddling with the buttons, the holographic image of Maximillian Veers appeared before Hawk. Eager to confirm all was going well, Hawk got straight to the point. "Ah, Maximillian Veers... I trust your battle preparations are running smoothly? I have invested alot of trust in you Veers, don't disappoint me."

IC: Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa

Luke stepped out of the senate room, and into the circular hall surrounding the building, followed closely Leia. Luke paced up and down the halls, his black cloak flowing ever so gracefully behind him. It was obvious, something was troubling him.

Leia, being the blunt speaker she was, immediately ackowledged this. "Luke, something's troubling you, isn't it?"

Luke stopped moving, and slowly looked up at his twin sister, and after a few second, he replied with a silent nod. "It's Han." He elaborated. "I didn't agree with them sending him on a scout mission like that. It's obvious that the Remnant was the culprit... I don't see why it was neccesary to send him out there."

Leia considered this for a moment, before replying with a reassuring smile. "He'll be fine. Even if there are Imperials in that sector, he's gotten out of much worse, and the Falcon is the fastest ship of the Republic Navy. If anyone's qualified for the mission, it's him."

"I suppose you're right." Luke responded, scratching his chin. "Still, I can't help but thinking the force is trying to tell me something... Not so much about Han, but... Something's definitely wrong."

IC: Han Solo, Chewbacca, R2D2, C-3PO, Lando Calrissian.

Han let out a slight sigh, from his captain's seat in the Millenium Falcon. He was weary from his mission, which to say the least, had been tedious. Looking over to Lando, Han stretched his upper body, and put on his trademark smirk. "Well Lando, e've up and down this trade route, and haven't seen a thing out of place. How about we call it a day?"

Before Lando could speak, Chewbacca let out a light growl from in between the two seats, enforcing Han's point.

"Sounds like a-" Before Lando could finish his sentence, the alarm buzzers on the radio, went off, as a group of at least a dozen tiw fighters showed up on radar. "We've got company!" Han yelled out the obvious as he jumped form his chair, and headed out the door. "Chewie, 3PO, take control of the ship. R2, standby to begin repairing any damage we might take. Lando, follow me to the gun turrets." Han sprinted out of the cockpit, and toward the gun turrets, followed closely

 

OOC: Goody! while i construct a soldier!

 

Name: Maximilian Veers
Age: 52
Personality: An honorable soldier who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty like most officers of his rank. He is effiecent and ruthless on the battlefield, but obeys the rules of war. He can be compassionate and merciful. He is also slightly tempermental, especially when his subordinates fail to show some intelligence.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Allegiance: Imperial Remnant
Additions: Injuries sustained from the Battle of Hoth had crippled his lower half of his body. After years of being unable to move around on his own and wishing to get back into the field of combat and away from an office desk, he finally chose to have his legs replaced with prosynthetics.
Personal ship: Imperial Honor
Ship type: Lambda-class Imperial Shuttle
Ship description:
[image=http://scifi3d.theforce.net/downloads/Star_Wars/SWImperial/thumb_shuttle.jpg]
Ship weapons: 3 Double Blaster Cannons (2 Forward, 1 Aft), 2 Double Laser Cannons (Both Forward and Fire-Linked)

Rank: Lieutenant General
Character type: Commander; walker and infantry
Years of combat experience: 34
Weapons: DL-47 BlasTech pistol, combat knife
Starting planet: Bespin
Bio: Bleh... Im not writing a long bio for this. So go here

 

Well heres an approved soldier for me!

Character sheet:

Name: Norda Hord
Age: 22
Personality: Very angry, hateful, cold
Height: 6'2
Weight: 197
Hair: Dark brown, curly, shoulder length
Eyes: Grey
Allegiance: Imperial Remnant
Additions: Several scars on the right side of his face, where he was once burnt
Personal ship: Modified starfighter
Ship type: Starfighter
Ship description: Blue and silver on the outside, interiors grey leather seats and confortable leg room.
Ship weapons: Missiles, twin turbo laser cannons, and seizmic charges

Rank: General
Character type: Stormtrooper
Years of combat experience: 15
Weapons: Blaster rifle, grenades, blaster pistol.
Starting planet: Bespin
Bio: Even at young age, General Hord, an ancestor of Sith Lord Tulak Hord, is one of the greatest soldiers in all of the Imperial Remnant. He is an exceptional pilot and ground trooper. He is also Force sensitive, unkown to him and everyone around him. But using his skills without knowing it, he can get away from a sticky situation with ease. For example, once when he was ten years of age he was found on a Republic transport, stealing goods for himself to take to his knewly found friend at the Imperials. He was taken to the General aboard the bridge. Several soldiers, the best General in the Republic, and several workers were guarding him, and he escaped the ship without trouble. His parents died when he was just five, by his own work. He lit a match and burnt a gas tank in his house. His face burnt, but he escaped. For two years he survived by himself, and eventually was caught and forced to work for the Imperials. But now he is glad he was taken by the Imperials. He hates the Republic, and knows he is an ancestor of Tulak Hord. He is one of the most respected men in the Imperial Remnant and has a close 'friendship' with Palpatine, which included the clone of Palaptine

 

OOC: Okay, Veers, I wanted the sheet PMed first, but that's alright, you're approved. Let's just say Veers is commanding one of the other vessels in Hawk's fleet, which is about to be assaulting Coruscaunt.

 

Sorry about that. Missed it in the rules somehow.

 

OOC: I've edited the opening post, acknowledging Veers. Well people, looks like we're underway

 

IC: Boba Fett, Bespin


Boba Fett. A deadly bounty hunter if there ever was one, arguably the most feared in the galaxy, following in the footsteps of his father Jango. Boba often thought back to the death of his father on the battlefield of Geonosis. The blur of the purple lightsaber, and the seperation of his father's head from his body. Boba had seeked revenge since then, like a cat seeking a mouse. But it never came. But maybe this was his chance. He had received a transmission from the Imperial Remnant requesting his presence at his earliest convenience. Maybe this was the time that they would strike against the New Republic.

Boba's ship, Slave I, flew into the atmosphere of the immense gas giant surrounded by a number of moons known as Bespin, containing a band of habitable atmosphere among its endless clouds. Boba easily spotted a Star Destroyer among the near empty sky, and flew towards it.

"Star Destroyer, Ragnarok, this is Boba Fett requesting permission to board," he spoke in his ship's comlink. He sat back and waited for a reply.


Tag: Darth_wanderguard

 

OOC: Okay good, Boba has arrived. I'll acknowledge Boba, and then we'll have to wait for Rrenya Da'Thariss to go over our plans...

IC: The Ragnarok

As Boba Fett approached the Ragnarok, he requested permission to come aboard. An unnamed imperial officer replied through the static filled intercom. "Slave I, you are clear to land."

TAG: Boba Fett, anyone

 

Lieutenant General Maximilian Veers

Hanger Deck of another Star Destroyer

If one were to discribe the hanger right now, saying it was busy and noisy would have been the understatement of the century. Technicians, lifter droids and soldiers were busy loading, unloading and reloading shuttles and crates, preparing Walkers and hovertanks, checking and double checking equipment for the coming invasion of Coruscant. Men and women walked and jogged too and fro of the hanger deck as they went about their duties. Standing on a set of crates that held spare parts and ammunition for the armour, was the inspiring leader of these soldiers. He was busy shouting orders and directing traffic when necessary.

"Get those crates loaded onto the barges!" the old soldier shouted over the noise of the hanger. "Quickly now! You! Becareful with those energy shells! Drop one and you'll blow a whole into the hanger deck and yourself with it too!" He scolded the soldier who had been clumsey with a rack of energy shells for the artillery.

His attention was drawn away from the soldier, sparring the man any further embarassment of being reprimanded by him. The soldier raised his hand and activated the personal holo-wristlink he had. The tiny image of his superior and the operations commander appeared and spoke with an electronic hint to his voice over the comlink; "Ah, Maximillian Veers... I trust your battle preparations are running smoothly? I have invested alot of trust in you Veers, don't disappoint me."

"We are on schedule, General," Lieutenant General Veers replied exressionlessly. "In fact, we are ahead of schedule by thirty-six minutes. The men are eager for battle and to give the rebellion a devastating blow to the heart." He may have not seen true combat for ten years, but he had kept his mind sharp with war games at academies and garrisons, and his body ready with physical conditioning--even when he could not fully function on his own. The reminder left a foul taste in his mouth and he could feel an electrical surge flow through the artificial nervous system of his mechanical legs into his own. He hated them, but he hated being behind a desk more because of his old injuries.

It was the only reason why he had finally accepted prosynthetics. Finally accepted to becoming a cyborg. Half man, half machine.

"Just get my men on the surface and I will deliver the planet to you whole," he added.

TAG: wanderguard

 

OOC: Okay, I gotta go for tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow.

 

IC: Han Solo ~Millenium Falcon~

Han threw a glance over his shoulder and saw Lando following him through the curving corridors of his freighter, the Millenium Falcon. He turned and grabbed onto a handrail, swining himself into another corridor. He motioned ahead to the gun turret entrance.

"Here they are!" he called back, as he jumped onto the ladder and climbed up towards the gun turrets seat. Han leaped into the chair and found himself with a problem. The gun turrets had been turned off, and were set to recharge. He couldnt use them if they were recharging, and besides, they were completely charged anyway! But...if they were completely charged, yet were set to charge again they would never stop the charging until they simply overloaded and blew up.

"3PO!" Han yelled angrily.

He climbed back down the ladder and yelled out to Lando. "Set up the turrets and use 'em. I gotta get back to the cockpit!" he called. He got an affirmative nod from Lando. Han leaped from the ladder and sprinted back into the cockpit. The scene was not at all pleasant. 3PO was being pushed away from the controls by Chewbacca, who was flying the Falcon with one hand.

"Turn him off!" Han yelled. Protests came from the golden-plated droid, but Chewie switched the button at the back of the protocal droids head and See-Threepio was turned off. Han rolled his eyes and reached over, turning off the recharge proccess. He then turned, annoyed, and ran back to the ladder. He launched himself up it, as quickly as he could and got back into the chair. He grabbed the headset and put it over his head.

"All ready?" he asked Lando

"Ready!"

Han switched on the turrets to maximum power, and switched on the sheilds. He then grabbed the controls of the turrets and fired rapidly at approaching turrets. On second shot, an enemy fighter was down.

"YYAAAHHHOOO!!!" came the called from Han.

"Cut the chatter!" Lando called up to Han.

Smirking, and inclinging his head to the side, Han murmured, "Whatever." He fired and pinned down to others. He smiled, about to yell out in joy again, but stopped himself. He eared a loud yell burst into his headset. "Yeah, what you said, Lando!" He then fired on several more, destroying three. He grinned, but then saw the wave of starfighters approaching from the right. This wasn't going to be good, and Han said so...

TAG: Anyone

OOC: Cya, wanderguard

 

IC: Boba Fett, Bespin


"Slave I, you are clear to land", came the reply in Boba's comlink. "Excellent," Boba replied, more to himself than the comlink. It had been a while since Boba had entered a Star Destroyer. Beautiful ships these were. He eased his ship forward, and slowly landed it in the gigantic hangar.


Tag: Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Ties

As the leader of the squad spotted several of his men being shot down, hu pulled up and broke off his intended attack run. "Men, concentrate all fire on the underbelly of the ship, particularly the propulsion systems. We're trying to capture them, not kill them." He yelled out to his nine remaining men. Six of the fighters joined in behind him, while the other three rushed the gunner stations, in a diversion attempt. The leader and his men successfully got past the turrets, and unleashed a barrage of deadly blaster fire onto the underbelly of the ship as they passed.

TAG: Han Solo, Lando, Anyone else on the Millenium Falcon.

IC: Maverick Hawk

Hearing Veers' last boastful statement, Hawk smirked, always pleased when his men were confident. "Good then. I'll be joining into the thick of battle myself, as it's been a long while since I have experienced the thrill of battle. Will you be joining me?"

TAG: Veers

 

Lieutenant General Maximilian Veers

Hanger Deck, onboard another Star Destroyer

"Of course," the older general replied. "I would not miss the oppurtunity of a lifetime to take back Coruscant from the rebellion." His attention was drawn away from Hawk for a second as he shouted orders to a couple technicians carrying some heavy equipment. There was a clatter over the comlink as the technicians dropped the equipment followed quickly by a few harsh reprimands from Veers. His attention returned to General Hawk, "You'll have to excuse me, General. I must get back to overseeing the preparations."

TAG: wanderguard

 

IC: Maverick Hawk

Ragnarok command deck

"Of course, I'll check back tomorrow morning to confirm we're ready for the attack." Hawk replied with a slight bow, as a show of respect for the older man just before the comlink buzzed off. "Now, I'll just have to wait until Rrenya Da'Thariss arrives, then we'll be all set..." He said to no one but himself.

TAG: Anyone

 

IC: Emperor Palpatine ~Naboo Palace~

Naboo.

The once peaceful, lovely Naboo was a reck. Theed Palace had been destroyed to ground level. The waterfall that had been 100 meters to the right of Theed no longer flowed with fresh, crystal clear water, but muddy, brown water. The plains were of yellow, worn out grass, instead of green long wonderful looking plains. The street which lined with wonderful houses was now a scrap pile, mud filling the street. The once beuatiful, blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds above was now filled with black smoke, the white clouds were black. What would have been a bueatiful sun was a dark blackness. This was what war did to such a planet. There was nothing as bad as this for the Naboo natives.

But not for the wicked clone of Emperor Palpatine. The clone stood on top his dull, grey-stoned, towering 'Palace'. His yellow eyes bleakly surveyed the plains of Naboo, his hood covering the most of his face. Nearby lightening struck, the blue-white making a thunderous noise. He gave a small motion with his hand, which hung plainly by his side. Suddenly a man appeared by his side.

"Yes, my Lord. You want something?"

Palpatine turned and looked angrily in the man's eyes. His lips curled into a snarl and he raised his hands. Suddenly electricity poured from his hands and spread over the man. He was thrown violently off the edge, where hw ould fall to his death. He waved his hand again and another man appeared at his side. "A report, Admiral!"

"Yes, my Lord! As you wish! The Rebels are fleeing - "

"Good."

Palpatine dismissed the Admiral by smacking him in the chest hard and turning to watch his destruction. He smiled. "I will once again rule the galaxy!"

TAG: Any

 

-Rrenya's ship,Vrinlarr, neared Bespin,its only occupant,the bounty hunter known as Rrenya Da'Thariss. She reached for her comlink. "Star Destroyer,this is Rrenya Da'Thariss requesting permission to board." Her tail moved idly as she waited.-
Tag:Wanderguard

 

OOC: sorry... work has kept me busy... Oh! Has Leia had the twins yet? I can't remember.

IC: Leia

Leia put a soothing hand on her twin's sholder. "Relax, Luke... I'm sure everything will turn out fine. The force will let you know in due time." She added a reasuring smile... though she didn't even fully believe what she was saying, which was very unusual for her. The force was telling her something was wrong too... but she wasn't completly sure it was the same as Luke... she hadn't been trained as he had.

TAG: Luke

 

OOC: Actually, I've decided not to follow the EU, so technically Jacen and Jaina don't exist...

IC: Luke Skywalker.

Luke sighed, nodding silently at Leia. "You're probably right. I always feel like something's wrong, so I don't see how this time is any different." Luke looked out of the window of the towering structure, gazing upon the beautiful skyline of Coruscaunt. "Well, I'm a bit tired now, so I'll be heading back to my apartment. Keep me updated on the situtation." Luke informed his twin sister, before taking in a deep breath, and turning the other direction. Long strides took him to the elevator which he used to descent a few levels to the ship docks.

IC: The Ragnarok

As Rrenya Da'Thariss requested permission to land, the emotionless voice of the port officer crackled onto the line, hard to distinguish bewteen human speech, and that of a droid. "Rrenya Da'Thariss, you are clear to land. Your instructions are as follows: Report to the conference room ASAP."

IC: Maverick Hawk

Hawk had just received word his bounty hunters had arrived. And so, he took a deep breath, grabbed his blaster pistol, jammed it into his holster, and set out toward the conference room, escorted by two stormtrooper gaurds.

TAG: Leia, Boba Fett, Rrenya Da'Thariss

 

IC-Rrenyas ship entered the massive Star Destroyer. Immediately afterwards,Rrenya strode out. Remembering the basic design of these ships,she made her way towards the conference room.-
Tag:Wanderguard
OOC:Sorry,I got to go. Will reply to further posts next time.

 

IC: Boba Fett, Ragnarok


Boba exited his ship and made his way through the Star Destroyer, noticing several officers looking at him with a hint of fear in their eyes. He smiled under his Mandalorian mask.

The design of Ragnarok was the same as the last Star Destroyer Boba had been on - Darth Vader's Executor.

After a few minutes, Boba made his way to the conference room. He pulled out a chair and took a seat, waiting for someone to greet him.


Tag: Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Han Solo ~MIllenium Falcon, Bespin~

Han heard the over-exagerated 'WEEHAA' from Lando, who had justs shot down three more Ties. Han smirked and moved his chair about, firing as he went. He destroyed several more Tie Fighters. His faced crunched in joy. Just five more. He fired several shots and destroyed another.

"Yes!" Han said quietly. He was suddenly pushed hard against his seat, as the Falcon pulled upwards. He channeled the comlink to talk straight to the cockpit. "Chewie, quit the fancy flyin', will ya?" He heard an angry bark. "Don't get all agitated, it's actually a bit hard to destroy those dumb Tie Fighters as it is!" He fired as a Tie flew straight towards him. It exploded and was left as particles in deep space. He grinned, then suddenly frowned. A Tie Fighter was coming straight towards the turrets. "This doesnt look good...Lando, what's goin' on?"

"I don't know! Those ties are relentless...they must have received knew orders, or somethin'!" yelled Lando through the comlink.

Han rolled his eyes as he fired. The fighter went down. Then the last fighter came towards him, using the same tactic. He fired, bu the Tie was to close. It exploded in a burst of light. Han had his breath mask on, and his jet pack, but it wasn't enough for him to keep insid ethe Falcon. Luckily the hacth was sealed so the vcrew in the Falcon wouldn't be harmed...only the turrets postion. Han then flew from his chair out into deep space...

TAG: any

 

OOC: Deyla, those were all blatant auto-hits. I was controlling the ties, and yet you posted their actions... Don't let this happen again. but we don't exactly have time for you to be fighting ties for three days anyway, so I'll let this slide.

 

OOC: Oh, sorry...I'm just as bad as the Sith