SWRPF Archive Symphony of Destruction

"I absolutely must insist on greater Imperial Fleet presence in the Noonian system. An alarming number of pirates has recently been plaguing merchant vessels, particularly those hauling cargoes for Nebula Consumables."
--Governor Trophan Thanis

Be it known that Abigail Grim, owner of the private vessel ?BackStab?, is now recognized by the New Republic as license to conduct raids upon the Imperial government, subsidiaries, and supporters, and Warlords to capture such cargo, properties and vessels as they may own, and to deliver them unto the Republic. Further, to capture officers of the Imperial military, government, and supporters. She is also authorized and expected to pursue the war against the Empire as she is able, while in no case endangering the innocent civilian public and without causing undue damage to property.
The owner shall surrender all proceeds of such activities to the review of the Republic, and in return shall be awarded 50 percent of their value. The Republic shall also award fixed bounties for the confirmed destruction of Imperial properties.
In return, the Republic shall render such aid as it can, subject to availability and discretion, including shelter, intelligence, repair, stocking, and fueling. Those members of the crew, formerly criminals, are hereby granted amnesty, so long as they serve our cause, or until the Empire is destroyed, and do not commit further crimes. Should they do so, they shall be subject to all charges, and summarily imprisoned.
All slaves found in the course of duty shall be free, all illicit substances destroyed. The Republic may choose to buy an entire cargo, at needed.
This letter shall hold in effect for one year from its date, when it shall be reviewed. If either party is dissatisfied, the contract may be dissolved. The Republic reserves the right to assign observers to the ship, for the purpose of this review.
Ral'Rai Muvunc
Supreme Allied Commander
Ordnance and Supply

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(As seen on a flier outside a cantina)
[color=firebrick][i]Employment Opportunity
Crew and starfighter pilots for the private vessel ?BackStab?. Ex-military preferred, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and former pirates are welcome. No murderers, slavers, or drug dealers. Please contact Abigail Grim at the following holonet addresses.[/i][/color]


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[blockquote][b]Welcome to Star Wars Symphony of Destruction[/b][/blockquote]


Current era is 15aby.
In this game you?ll play a newly hired member of the BackStab?s crew. The BackStab is a Privateer?s ship commissioned by the New Republic to cause the Empire as much grief as possible. The New Republic regularly hires Privateers to harass the Empire, a practice they started when they were still the Alliance to Restore the Republic.



Additional information.

The BackStab ? A Modified Corellian CR90 Corvette. The ship has been recently equipped with a landing bay and three extendable docking tubes. This allowed the BackStab to carry 8 Clutch Starfighters. It also has room for two support shuttles. It also has 8 Turbolasers and 2 heavy Ion Cannon. A crew complement of 145 with an additional 40 passengers. Can carry 2,500 metric tons of cargo.
[image=http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/5595/backstaboo7.jpg]

Clutch Starfighter - The Clutch consisted of a TIE/ln starfighter ball cockpit and ion engines and three triangular fins set 120° apart with one fin above the cockpit and two below. Windows were cut into the side of the ball cockpit to give the pilot a better field of vision. Clutches were similar in speed to X-wing fighters but more maneuverable.
Unlike Imperial TIE series starfighters, the Clutch had basic shields, granting it better survivability. Weaponry consisted of two laser cannons mounted below the cockpit, similar to the TIE fighter. The Clutch also had an ion cannon mounted on the tip of the top fin. The lower two fins served as landing gear.
Though Clutches were sometimes referred to as "tri-fighters", they wer

 

OOC: Sounds good to me. CS sent in, Squib form...oh yeah! Haggling.

 

Very well thought through I'll send a CS soon.

 

sounds good i'll send in a CS

 

Name: Braks Munto
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Species: Gran
Homeworld: Malastare
Affiliation: Smuggler
Personality
---Traits: Warm, paternal, wry sense of humor
---Likes: Flying, smoking, whiskey, strong bonds
---Dislikes: Disloyalty
---Habits: Smoking and reading
Appearance
---Skin Color: Lightly mottled brown
---Eye Color: Brown
---Clothing: Pilot garb: usually pants and a vest, each with a great many pockets, with a simple shirt underneath. Three gold rings in his left ear.
---Other Attributes: Tattoo of a podracer on his arm
---Other Details: Muscular and tall, but inviting rather than intimidating.
Weapons: A pair of WESTAR-34?s.
Pilot: Pilot of the Goatgrass, a modified KDY AIAT/I painted various shades of green.
Commando: Not for years.
The Force: No
Biography:
Braks grew up as a rich Gran on Malastare, rebelling against his parents by hanging out with the seedy underworld the planet had to offer, and betting on illegal podraces. By the age of twenty-five he was piloting a racer himself, and was arrested in an Imperial raid along with the other participating pilots and the race organizers. His parents all but disowned him when, after getting out of jail, he fell in with a Dug guerilla group and freed his family?s slaves. This suited Braks just fine, and he used his parents? money to buy the Goatgrass and go into business for himself. During the Empire, things weren?t 100% legitimate, but after the Battle of Endor Braks tried to go straight again, becoming involved during the Thrawn Crisis when Han Solo put out a call to all smugglers.

He?s been a long time acquaintance with Ms. Grim, and having known a few Jedi of both the light and dark variety in his time, has long been worried about her manner of using her gifts. More than once he?s urged her to fall in line with Skywalker and do some good for the galaxy, and each time his advice has gone unheeded.

As he?s been trying to stay straight, Braks hasn?t shown an interest in little Abby?s piracy. Her new NR contract, however, might change things up.

 

GM Approved!

Name: Phoenix Grand
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Species: Human
Homeworld: Terminus
Affiliation: Solely Mercenary
Personality
---Traits: Powerful, intimidating, intelligent, thoughtful, brilliant businessman, unnervingly calm, skilled combatant, unnaturally lucky.
---Likes: Cantinas, land, guns, honesty, certain smugglers.
---Dislikes: Alcohol and narcotics, bounty hunters, the Empire, customs, space, most other governments.
---Habits: Folds arms when displeased or curious. Furrows brow when confused.
Appearance
[image=http://www.jasonchanart.com/gallery/2006/original/demonhunt/Victor_color01.jpg]
---Skin Color: Light brown
---Hair Color: Brown, spiky
---Eye Color: Piercing hazel with flecks of both gold and green.
---Clothing: Durable jumpsuit under khaki pants, a blue jacket and a large green trench coat. Black boots.
---Other Attributes: Cybernetic right eye that lets him see in night and thermal views. Cybernetic left hand.
---Other Details: Slashing scar from his forehead to his cheek that crosses his right eye.
Weapons: DLT-20A blaster rifle on a shoulder strap, T-6 Thunderer in a waist holster, a holdout blaster in each sleeve, vibroknife on the back of his belt.
Pilot: Once.
Commando: Yes.
The Force: Not enough to be trained or even noticed.
Biography: Phoenix lived a troubled childhood. He joined a swoop gang when he was 12, possibly the most innocent major action he has committed. And, still Nix stole and killed for money. But, Phoenix hated it and left when he was 16.

This ended a certain part of his life, but opened the way for a brief stint as a bounty hunter. He was an effective killer, showing little concern for his safety. This earned Phoenix a powerful reputation and spite from other hunters. One went so far as to cut his eye, losing his life in the process.

His short-lived career generated contempt for other bounty hunters and vaulted him into another brief job. For a year and half, Phoenix trained and flew as a TIE pilot. In his tenure, he saw the many atrocities committed by the Empire, and the little faith he had in his government was dashed. Phoenix left the service at 19.

Without respect for most in the galaxy, Phoenix tried to begin a career as a smuggler. His good fortune kept him in the game and for ten years Phoenix created his own organization from scratch, using contacts he had garnered over the course of his life. But, after the return of enduring problems in his left hand, Phoenix handed control of his company to his second-in-command, to try and rehabilitate himself.

Nix replaced his left hand with a cybernetic one and after a year, he tried getting back into the game, but found his old group moving in a different direction than his own views were sending him. Accepting that fate, Phoenix became a mercenary, a gun for hire, and worked for whoever paid, legitimate or otherwise.

While in a cantina on Commenor, Phoenix saw a flier to join a privateer crew. The decent wages caught Nix?s attention and he left almost immediately.

 

Name: Dresden Karn
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Affiliation: Republic (Privateer)
Personality
---Traits: Is a superior pilot and can hold his own in a close quarters battle. Tends to be serious but does have a wry sense of humor about him. Has seen the tough side of life and
---Likes: Flying, and the outdoors
---Dislikes: The Empire, cowards, cocky people,
---Habits: plays cards, drinks occasionally, and enjoys a cigarette every now and then
Appearance http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2006/130/930279_20060511_screen014.jpg
---Skin Color: White, fairly tanned
---Hair Color: Dark brown cut very short
---Eye Color: Grey
---Clothing: Wears a black t-shirt with black fatigue pants and black combat boots
---Armor: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/c/cf/RebelSpecForce.JPG
---Other Attributes: : Dresden stands 6?1 and weighs185 pounds much of which is lean hard muscle, but he is not bulky, and even though he is past his prime, his body is still toned and powerful, which makes Dresden an opposing figure to any stranger who didn?t know him. Dresden?s complexion is rugged but still has a look of youthfulness in it. Dresden?s eyes are a penetrating grey and have the look of a man who has seen much war, death, and loss in his life, but also the look of a man with years of experience and knowledge. And deep within those weary eyes lays a glimmer of hope. The unshaven stubble and his dark gotee on his face adds to his tough and rugged demeanor. Dresden carries many scars including two gun shot wounds, one to the abdomen and another on his left thigh. His knife scars include one to the left side of his and the other on the lower of his back along with numerous smaller ones.
---Other Details: Dresden is a good pilot and an even better soldier due to his moderate force sensitivity, which helps him on his alertness and perception. But he was never recruited by the Jedi; Dresden doesn?t even know he is force sensitive.
Weapons: A bluebolt blaster, DC-15 pistol, a and a boot knife
Pilot: Yes
Commando: Yes Commando Team Leader
The Force: Yes
---Sensitivity: Moderate
---Religion: None
---Lightsaber
-----Blade(s): None
-----Color(s): None
-----Handle Description(s): None
---Force Strength: None
---Force Weakness: None
---Other Force Object(s): None
Biography: Born on Corellia in the city of Coronet, Dresden led a hard life. His mother had died in childbirth leaving only his father to look after him. After his mother?s death, Dresden?s father went to drinking and gambling away what little money the family had. When Dresden was 15, his father was killed in a local cantina when he got into it with some tough looking men. This left Dresden on his own, he now had no rules to live by, and no one to rely on but himself. Dresden?s life went south when he joined up with the Bordertown Reds, a fearsome and large gang in Coronet City. Dresden spent years living this reckless lifestyle of stealing, robbery, gang fights and much more. Until one day him and a few other boys from the gang were caught sneaking out of a store they had just robbed, they all got away except Dresden who was locked away with the illusion that his so called family would come bail him out, but they didn?t. After he got out, Dresden decided to straighten his life out, get a job and earn a living. By the time Dresden was 18, rumors of war loomed on the horizon, rumors of a rebellion that went against the Empire. They were fools; at least that is what Dresden had thought in the beginning. But soon the empire moved in on Corellia, conscripting young men for the Imperial Army. Dresden was recruited against his will. He had been a decent pilot before joining the Empire, and upon seeing this, the Empire threw him into their Officer training school. Dresden passed the school in the top 2% of his class with the rank of lieutenant, however his hard-earned military career was short lived.

Dresden was sent on the run a few years later after killing his superior officer who was head of slaving operations on New Ply

 

First I wanted to say thank you to everybody.

I posted this game, my first game in this forum, and with in eight hours I received 12 Character Sheets! Woot!

Now here's an update.

Starfighter Squadron leader: 1 slot open.
Additional pilots: 3 slots open. (I have reevaluated this section)
Commando Leader: witchdoctor187, Full
Additional Commandos: NickLitYouAFlame, Radiance, slumvillage, 1 open slot left.
(Optional) Republic Observer: chanbill5390 Full
BackStab Crew: x# of open slots.
Additional Crew: BobaMatt

Also If anyone wants to tackle the character of Jacob Nive, He is the second in command of the BackStab, Then PM me. Current players... If you think you can handle two Characters and want to play Jacob then shoot me a PM.

 

OOC: Don't forget that the Goatgrass takes up one of those shuttle spots.

 

Thank you BobaMatt, in fact all shuttle spots are full. There is room for small personal fighters though.

 

GM Approved

Character Sheet
Name: Gerrik Thade
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Alderaan
Affiliation: New Republic
Personality
---Traits: Protective, Impatient, Fun-Loving
---Likes: Flying, Training, and "Blowing those Imperial flies out of the sky."
---Dislikes: The Empire, those who abuse the dark side, and anything else thats associated with the Sith
---Habits: Tends to like tinkering with his fighter as well as further customizing his lightsaber.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light Tan
---Hair Color: Dark Brown, Messy
---Eye Color: Silvery Blue
---Clothing: Tattered Jedi Robes and tunic
---Other Attributes: While visiting Dathomir the Singing Mountain Clan initiated him into their tribe, he has tribal tattoos on his shoulders and forearms.
---Other Details: He caries a single crystal on a chain around his neck.
Weapons: Two Lightsabers, sometimes a blaster if he needs it, but rarely.
Pilot: Yes
Commando: Freelance
The Force: Yes
---Sensitivity: Strong
---Religion: Jedi
---Lightsaber
-----Blade(s): One per lightsaber
-----Color(s): One a bright turquoise, the other a deep jungle green
-----Handle Description(s): The handles are made of 14 fold tempered titanium, then they are decorated with chrome and electrum. The actual grip on the handles are made of soft, black leather and is recessed slightly into the rest of the handle to improve the grip. The Jedi Code is carved into the lower portion of the handle while the steps to the Dark Side are carved on the upper part. The pommel is also rounded to improve mobility.
---Force Strength: Force Minds Tricks and Illusions.
---Force Weakness: Force Healing(He can only heal scrapes and bruises)
---Other Force Object(s): He has a Jedi Holocron once owned by Odan Urr
Biography: Born on Alderaan ten years before it was destroyed by the Empire, Gerrik was your typical child, but after he and his parents departed Alderaan on a trip to visit his relatives on Coruscant he was terrified by the news that his home had been destroyed. The Emperor's excuse, Alderaan was harboring Rebels and supplying them with weapons. "Weapons?!" Gerrik asked after he heard that. He and every other being in the galaxy knew that Alderaan had demilitarized to the last blaster weapon. This was the very day that Gerrik vowed vengeance against Palpatine. It was a few years after that when after that when he joined band of space pirates, his unique ability to cast large scale illusions helping them take over one Imperial Ship after the other. Then after the Battle of Endor he joined up with a small band of smugglers who were allied with the New Republic and were helping them make as much trouble for the remnants of the Empire as possible. He helped as best as he could for a fourteen year old. His illusions caused many Imperial vessels to surrender, without a single shot being fired. Gerrik eventually met up with Luke Skywalker who sensed his affinity for the Force. Between missions Luke would train him in the ways of the Force, eventually telling him of several palnets that may aid him in the making of his own lightsabers, and evn planets that may hold secret teachings hidden in holocrons. Among these worlds were Ilum and Ossus, he visited both crafting his lightsabers on Ilum using a Pontite crystal and a Crystal he formed himself out of the Force and a crystal he had found on a mission to Lorrd. This helped increase his already decent foresight. He also found a single holocron deep in the ruins of Ossus, it was made by none other than master Odan Urr. Today he serves as a highly skilled pilot, and Republic Observer, whose skills surpass that of many out there. He is also training hard under the teachings of Master Urr, as well as some training by Master Skywalker, to become a Jedi and help restore peace to the galaxy. Though a member of the 'BackStab's crew he does have his own personal starfighter, an interceptor class fighter he built himself. It is in the shape of the Greek letter psi and has six engines and six guns, and a small cloaking device which he recove

 

STAR WARS
Symphony of Destruction

You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads aroll...

Preface
Absolute Power?Absolutely



IC: Doctor Nick Suung
Location: Unknown

?Is it working?? The voice was dark and resonant. Doctor Suung never saw the man?s, if it was a man, face. Always was it a black shadow of darkness that the holo-projector transmitted.
?I am not sure my lord. There seems to be no change in the cell structure.? Doctor Suung had a slight trimmer to his voice. His captor didn?t like to be disappointed.
?I disapprove of your lack of progress Doctor.?
The monitor to Suung?s side began to chime.
?My lord, something is happening.? Suung manipulated the controls, searching for what was happening in the single cell organisms he was experimenting on.
?Metabolism has doubled?no! It has quadrupled! Growth rate has increased by forty percent!?
Suung watched the chaotic mass of cells as they struggled for room in the containment field. It was like watching lightning in a bottle, there was no way to predict how the cells would move.
?They seem to be responding to the treatment very well, now for the real test.? The Dark man fell silent. Doctor Suung watched in amazement as the cells started to react to some unknown source. The chaotic mass of cells aligned, and arranged themselves in order according to size.
?Excellent?? The dark man hissed the word, but it became a growl as a sudden light flared from the cell sample. Blue flame erupted from the microscope as the cells combusted in a spectacular display of uncontrolled energy.
Doctor Suung cringed as he expected the dark man to tell the guard droid to tear his arms and legs off. Instead he heard the last thing he expected.
?You have made excellent progress Doctor. This is a minor set back to a momentous leap. Please continue your experiment. I want this problem solved quickly.?
Doctor Suung nodded his head vigorously.
?Yes my lord.?

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Chapter One
We few, We happy few, We band of... Pirates![/color]

IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42. [/b]

Abigail watched as the construction droids and technicians scurried along the hull of her ship the ?BackStab?. They reminded her of a swarm of piranha beetles from Yavin 4 as they stalked through the jungle.
She could already see that the refit to the ?BackStab? was almost complete. A day or so and she?ll be space worthy. She sensed a subtle shift in the Force behind her, and the familiar presence of Jacob Nive.
?Yes Jacob??
He gave a start as he had thought he had gone unnoticed. ?Abigail, we have some new beings here to sign up for the crew.?
She nodded.
?Put them in a conference room. I?ll be there in a bit to evaluate them.?
Jacob turned to leave.
?Yes Ma?am.?


OOC: It has begun. All Players that have posted their sheets you can write opening posts that will place you in that conference room. We?ll do some in game organizing as far as positions go while we wait on a few more that haven?t posted their sheets yet.

PS by the way there is a larger plot then just hassling the Empire, but I have deemed that it will be a surprise.

 

IC: Gerrik Thade

Gerrik had been ushered into a conference room by young man. He walked over to one side of the room and rested against the wall. 'Wonder how long they'll make me wait?' Gerrik said, he then awaited for others to join him.

TAG: All

 

Sorry for it being late, Bio problems.

GM Approved (Hence the Bio Problems)

Character Sheet
Name: Sillian
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Squib http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/9/96/Databank_Squib_colored.jpg/180px-Databank_Squib_colored.jpg
Homeworld: Skor II
Affiliation: Alliance
Personality
---Traits: Superb Carrier/Transport Pilot and mechanic, Haggles alot, even when not trading due to his species nature.
---Likes: Haggling odds of surviving when flying, being told he bargined well.
---Dislikes: Losing his 'Haggle'
---Habits: Darting his eyes around and blinking rapidly when concentrating or nevous.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Pink
---Hair Color: Blue
---Eye Color: Red
---Clothing: A simple Brown Bandoleer containing mechanical utensils, High Tan Boots and a Light Brown Belt with a skirt-type garment fastened on. He also wears a Lucky Pendant around his neck that he found.
---Other Attributes: He is very nimble and acrobatic, he can preform complex flips and dodges easily.
---Other Details: He is 1m tall and has sleek but clean fur, and the top of his left ear is missing due to an unfortunate experience.
Weapons: Lightknife (below) and a Sqib Tensor Rifle (slung on back when not in use, or in a Terminal holster when flying the Backstab.
Pilot: Yes
Commando: No
The Force: Yes (only to the extent of Pilot aiding)
---Sensitivity: Weak
---Religion: None
---Lightsaber
-----Blade(s): Single, Shoto (More like a lightknife)
-----Color(s): White
-----Handle Description(s): A Simple cortosis Handle.
---Force Strength: Enhightened Awareness and Reactions.
---Force Weakness: Can be tricked easily by it.
---Other Force Object(s): 'Lucky' Pendant, concentrates his force, even though he dosent know it.
Biography: Sillian, or Silli as his friends knew him as, was the typical Squib throughout his life, but he did not gain the overconfidence and other traits that his fellow Squib's did. He instead gained a more human and mature personality due to meeting Abigail early in his life and befreinding her, as they had saved eachother's hides countless times. Once Abigail received her ship, knowing that Sillian was a skilled and trustworthy pilot and friend, Sillian received a Holomessage from her detailing her obtaining of the ship and how she needed a skilled Carrier pilot and that Sillian fitted the bill. Sillian, having never had the opportunity for such a official ship, jumped for it as soon as she gave the request, he was now piloting her ship - Backstab. He is now getting to grips with the ship, as Abigail seemingly is, unless this is for moral support, he made his first landing in the Basktab to the Mon Calamari Docks recently, where Abigail attempted to enlist crew. He was very cautious and wary about inviting people to join the crew, as Abigail had suggested with the poster, as he dosent trust easily anymore. This is down to the experience that lost him the top of his left ear.


IC: Sillian - Backstab Cockpit

Sillian sat in the cockpit, he still had to modify this to his liking, but he neede dto ask Abigail aobut it beforehand. He emerged out of the chair and turned to leave, seeing 'Jacob' pass with another wierd man "Humans" he growled in is native tongue, feeling safe using it, but keeping out of earshot incase the new arrival knew his language. He moved down out of the Ship, sliding down the ramp on his fur. He walked up to Abigail and rubbed his fur against any passing droids to "feel" them "How are you to know if they are not Imperial spies or insurgents from someone else? Like a Hutt" he poked toward Abigail verbally. He trusted her, but was still cautious of human movement. Of any movement to be exact, due to some enhanced awareness he had, but it was not enough to save his ear, which he constantly reminded himself about. He stood, brushing his blue fur over his tensor rifle whilst waiting for an answer and more 'crew-to-be'.

Tag: Abigail

 

IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42.


"How are you to know if they are not Imperial spies or insurgents from someone else? Like a Hutt"

Abigail crooked a finger at Sillian. He was lifted off his feet, and pulled towards her as the space he previously occupied was a sudden hotbed of activity as a cargo loader droid lost repulser power and crashed into the decking.
She set Sillian down in front of her.
"I'll know if there is a spy, and yes you can modify the helm to whatever specifications you need to make sure your at top performance."
She smiled at her old friend.
"Besides you know how much fun I have when I can mess with spies." She winked at Sillian.
"Come on. Lets go meet the hopefuls for our crew."
She set off towards the conference room.

Upon entering she saw a man leaning against the wall. She immediately sensed his powerful presence in the Force.
Her brow furrowed. "What do you want Jedi?"


Tag: Master_Dmentae, chanbill5390

 

IC: Braks Munto

The Gran eased his ship, the Goatgrass, out of hyperspace manually, not wanting to revert too close to the planet. Mon Calamari had busy airspace, and it was always wise to not let the computers control your jumps here or you could end up uncomfortable close to another vessel. The blue tunnel faded to white streaks, which faded to star points in the void surrounding the planet, a featureless blue ball surrounded by almost organic looking shipyards. It had been too long since Braks had tried out the amphibious capabilities of his AIAT/i, and he half considered blowing past the shipyards and heading down to the ocean. But he had an appointment he reckoned he'd keep. He commed ATC and swung the ship about for the berth he was assigned. He cursed his fate that it was so far away from the Backstab.

Munto was walking down the landing ramp before it had fully descended and lighting a smoke as he went. His long time in the pilot's seat had caused his old war injuries to act up, and he tried hard to force himself not to limp. The pain was electric, shooting from his knee to his hip up his spine and seeming to explode behind his three eye-stalks. The cigarra helped things, but not much. He sucked hard on it, knowing he had to finish it before getting on the monorail across the shipyards. Some parts of the galaxy just weren't friendly to smokers, no matter how innocuous the substance in the rolling paper.

He stood, shifting his weight against the monorail's rocking, standing not because there were no available seats but because sitting would make his leg hurt more. War injuries were a silly thing, following you around so that you never forgot. Abigail had her injuries too, though the worst ones weren't visible on the surface. Even the ones she kept hidden made themselves known to the outside, though; Braks always knew she'd been up to her dark magic again because it made her look sallow, it deadened her eyes, it made her scars stand out. The dark magic had a way of ruining a girl that would otherwise be pretty for a human. He told her time and again that she should go and use that potential, that power, to help people, that she should seek out the kid that killed the Emperor, the one with the school on Yavin, but she never listened.

It was a shame, how the young never listened.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at section 128. He hopped off the train and whipped out his cigs again and walked towards the Backstab, masking his pain with a grimace that said he wasn't walking slow 'cause he was hurting, he was walking slow because it's-none-of-your-business-why. He was met at the front of the berth by Jacob Nive and directed to, of all places, a conference room. As he was forced to walk even further on his bum leg, Munto began to question the wisdom of coming here at all. He didn't like messing with Abigail and her dark magic and he'd turned away from piracy when the Empire fell, but her NR contract just sounded too sweet to pass on. Worst comes to worse, he thought, I can always just leave...

He entered the conference and was surprised that the others were young humans. He cast his eyes about, still uncomfortable in a room full of humans even though the Empire's HHC had been dead for years. Not all scars, he reflected once more, were ones you could see on the outside.

He pulled out a chair, nodded acknowledgments at the others in the room, and sat. After a brief silence, he spoke. "So...introductions?"

TAG: The Conference Room

 

IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42, Conference Room.

Before the Jedi could respond a new presence entered the room.

"So...introductions?"

Abigail whipped her head around at the new voice. "Braks!" Her mood went instantly from Slightly angered at the Jedi's presence to joyous as she saw her old friend. She hadn't been expecting him, Braks had always frowned on her "Piratical" activities.
"What in the nine Correllian Hells are you doing here?"
Even as she said that she walked over, and and gave the Gran a hug. "Come to see an old friend or is this a business call?"

Tag: BobaMatt, Room.

 

Dresden Karn/ Mon Calamari City/ Apartment Room

Dresden awoke in a sweat as he sprung up from his deep slumber. It was another bad dream, one of a series he had been having lately. The sun shown through the window to fall upon his face causing him to squint. Dresden lifted his arm and covered his face from the luminous sunlight. He pulled back the covers and turned to sit on the edge of the bed, laying his head in his hands and then shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Dresden stood up and walked up to the small bathroom of the small apartment. After relieving himself he turned on the shower feeling the warm water as it caressed his hand. He climbed into the shower and proceeded to wash off the sweat brought on by last night?s nightmare.

Dresden turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waste as he walked out of the bathroom and into the small room that passed as living room, dining room, and bedroom. He walked over to his dresser and slipped on his cargo pants, and from the right side pocket drew out a pack of cigarettes. He walked out onto the balcony that gave a magnificent view of the city. He put the cigarette between his lips and lighted it, took in a breath and then exhaled the grey smoke.

?Sith Spit one of these days I gotta quit these things, their going to be the death of me for sure,? he said with a wry smile.

Once Dresden was done with his cigarette he completed his ensemble with a tight brown t-shirt that complemented his torso, black lace up boots that were covered by his pant legs, and topped it off by putting on a black pilots vest which contained many pockets. Dresden slid his DC-17 pistol into the cross holster he wore across his waist and then slipped his knife into a sheath located on the back of his belt. He then picked up his heavy duffel bag and walked out the door towards the shipyard that orbited the planet. he caught a small shuttle that was used to transport shipyard workers back and forth from the planet to the large orbiting station. the trip took only a few minutes but it felt like forever to Dresden who was again lost in deep thought over a painful memory.

About a half-hour later Dresden was ushered into the conference room. He entered seeing a man leaning up against the wall. He could tell the man was a Jedi by the apparel he wore; the other was a Gran who was locked in a hug with a short redheaded women. There was no doubt the small redhead was Abigail Grim, the captain of the Backstab. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his vest pocket.

?This the interview for the Backstab crew?? said Dresden in a plain voice not knowing what to think about the potential crew members around him.

?The names Dresden? Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume,? said Dresden as he outstretched out his hand to shake Abigail?s hand.

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GM Approved!


Name: Montug Scott (Scotty)
Gender: male
Age: 38
Species: human
Homeworld: Corulag
Affiliation: Captain Grim and the Backstab is his home

Personality
---Traits: Studious, intelligent, Wise, wisecracking, sarcastic
---Likes: His engines, a good bottle of Scotch, a good brawl and a good woman. (in that order)
---Dislikes: Anything that interferes with any of the above.
---Habits: Likes to take his work to bed with him - literally, (don't ask). Will never let the captain down in a pinch. If he's not working on the engines he's drinking in the ship's rec area or in his quarters sleeping - with whom is always anybody's guess.

Appearance
---Skin Color: white/pinkish/paleish
---Hair Color: dark brown
---Eye Color: brown
---Clothing: usually a Sith robe he found while excavating on Korriban.
---Other Attributes:
---Other Details: Has a long, thin scar across the right side of his stomach he got while fighting in the Rebellion on Endor when an Ewok with a butter knife fell from a tree onto a rather irate Stormtrooper. The trooper threw the Ewok into a tree, where the furry little jerk bounced from, only to catch a vine and swing to safety. The butter knife, however, flew from his little paws and managed to shred three layers of Scotty's clothing before burying its dull blade into his liver making surgery necessary. You do not want to know what Ewok surgery involves. *shudders*

Weapons: Yes. Normally in the ship, Scotty carries a highly modified vibroblade. During one of his deep space trips, he managed to find an extra strong additive to durasteel even better than cortosis. For raiding purposes, however, he chooses a Mandalorian Assault Rifle made even more powerful with parts from a destroyed Zabrak battle cannon he found... uh, somewhere. He doesn't get into too many arguments carrying around something that can blast a hole in the side of a starship big enough to fly a fighter through.

Pilot: No
Commando: No
The Force: No

Biography: Born to a family of collaborators, Scotty grew up in relative wealth on Corulag. Seeing how the Empire effected his parents though, the paranoia, the intrigue and always with the questions for young Scotty like 'Where you been all night?' 'Why were you with that girl?' & 'Why do you fit the description of someone accused of blowing up that arms factory last night and by the way, where were you last night?', Scotty decided he'd take his chances, and at the age of 18, ran away to join the Rebellion. He fought bravely at the Battle of Yavin's aftermath when the Empire briefly landed and engaged the rearguard forces of the Rebels and served on many campaigns after.

He always had an affinity for engineering work and loved to build things - some of them even worked. Shortly after the Battle of Endor, Scotty decided to take his talents to a place he could make more money, (you know, to pay the bills) so he became a pirate to raid Imperial traffic and became quite sought after for his ability to put an engine together from tiny pieces in an engineroom after a ship had been blasted to smithereens. A little over a week ago, he received a message from an old colleague - Abigail Grim, whom he'd served with in the Battle of Endor and who was there when he received his 'wound'. She'd recently come back to serve the galaxy against the Empire and had a new ship she needed a chief engineer on. Scotty jumped at the chance and has been crawling through the engines of the corvette ever since his arrival.

 

IC: Braks Munto

"Braks! What in the nine Correllian Hells are you doing here?"

The Gran's three eye swung in the direction of the call, getting there before the rest of his head dead. He was soon crushed - "Oof!" - in a strong hug, which he returned. He was relieved: Abigail didn't look bad. She hadn't been dark in some time, then.

"Come to see an old friend or is this a business call?" she asked, her head buried in his chest.

"Aw, darling, you know me," he said, "Why can't it be both? I heard you're working for The Man, now, and I came to make sure you didn't go soft on me."

Suddenly, there was another voice. ?The names Dresden? Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume." The speaker was a severe looking young man, another human. Braks stood up straight and peeled the girl off him, setting her back down facing the newcomer.

TAG: The Conference Room

 

GM Approved, appoligize for lateness

Character Sheet
Name: Jeru Sheedo
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Esseles
Affiliation: No One
Personality
---Traits: Quiet, self-confident, independent, often doubts himself, thinks alot
---Likes: creds, action and quiet time, getting the job done, accomplishing mission
---Dislikes: loud people, stupid people
---Habits: asks a lot of questions and thinks a lot about the situation
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light Brown
---Hair Color: Black
---Eye Color: Green
---Clothing: Reminets of his black storm commando armor with body armor and helmet modified letting it be known he is no longer affiliated with the Empire.
---Other Attributes: Both of his legs are artifical. They full perform better than natural legs, abling him to run faster, jump higher etc.
---Other Details: His upperbody, waist to his neck is covered in tribal tattoos.
Weapons: Modified Elite Carbine (electronic scope for sniping, extra hand grip, increased accuracy and rate of fire), improved verpine shatter gun (improved durability), IR-5 blater pistol
Pilot: No
Commando: Yes
The Force: No

Biography: Born into an Imperial Family in the mountains of Esseles. His Father was an Officer in the Imperial Navy and his mother a fighter pilot. He was raised on Esseles by his grandparents who encouraged him to run around and explore on his own. Sheedo did as he pleased in the mountains of Esseles, learning to shoot, hunt and track among other things from his grandfather and improving those basic skills himself. He developed a dislike for the Navy as his parents were alway all the time. Learning of his parents death at the hands of the rebellion when he was 16, he received a waiver and joined the Imperial Army. He was sent to be a scout trooper. His outstanding ability and high discipline landed him a spot at the elite training camp on Moorja. When he came of age at 18, after two years of training he was sent to his first unit. He was 21 at the battle of yavin, he was glad that he was never assigned to the Death Star and that he was half way around the galaxy when the news of the Rebels victory got to him. With recconmendation from his superior officers, with five years in the Army he volunteered for the Storm commandos. Two years later he successfully completed the trainig requirements to become a commando and was sent to Bakura to increase security where rebel scientist where being held. The rebels made an effort to try and rescue the captives but Shai was one of the commandos who escaped to Geonosis. He fought the rebels so on and so forth and then was stationed on Endor in the shield bunker. On Endor, Sheedo maintained a small hut where he would stay some nights when he wanted to get away from the bunker. He kept extra equipment such as weapons/armor etc there which was well out of the way and extremely well hidden. During the decruction of the second death star and the fall of the Empire, Sheedo escaped to his hut where he regrouped and waited out the rest of the rebellions stay on Endor. It was two year after the battle of Endor that he made his way, with his positions off of Endor and landed on Eriadu where he began to make a name for himself as a man of odd jobs. He turned his back on the Empire and turned to a life of crime, something that he was surprisingly good at. He worked for a crime lord on Eriadu but soon got bored and travelled farther into the Core. For the next 10 years he lived on Coruscant, living comfortably as a bodyguard/enforcer and bounty hunter for the Black Sun. He didnt make many friends while he worked for the Black Sun and as a result many where out to get him. He was excellent at his job but soon was found out as an Imperial defector and he knew his troubles would never stop until the Empire was completely destroyed. He got wind of female privateer who recently had been contracted out by the New Republic to help out in the fight against the empire. He decided to give it a shot.

 

IC: Gerrik Thade

"I have a name, and I can't totally call myself a Jedi, I'm only a trainee. Names Gerrik, I was sent as a Republic Observer." Gerrik said as he handed his paperwork over to Abigail. "I'm sorry if my presence is a problem but the Republic thought you'd need as much help as you could get, so they sent the best they could, sure I'm no Luke Skywalker, but I'd say I'm pretty close." Gerrik said. He then folded his arms behind his back. He desperately hoped that he wouldn't be kicked out of there like a womp rat out of a Tattooine cantina.

TAG: Abigail

 

IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42, Conference Room.


?The names Dresden? Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume."

She looked the man up and down. At roughly 1.8 meters and 83 kilos of muscle, he was definitely what she classified as eye candy.
He probably had an ego the size of a planetoid.
"So your the one that Jacob was talking about. He said you're one of the best commandos he's ever seen. For your sake I hope he's right"

She turned back towards the Jedi as he spoke up.

"I have a name, and I can't totally call myself a Jedi, I'm only a trainee. Names Gerrik, I was sent as a Republic Observer."

He handed her the data pad, which she read immediately.

"I'm sorry if my presence is a problem but the Republic thought you'd need as much help as you could get, so they sent the best they could, sure I'm no Luke Skywalker, but I'd say I'm pretty close."

Abigail wanted nothing more than to kick this lump of sithspit out like a womp rat out of a Tattooine cantina.
Unfortunately she couldn't. The orders were clear, a Republic observer was necessary, and they had deemed it relevant to post a Jedi on her ship.

"As long as you don't try to convince me to join you Academy, or try to impose those silly Jedi morals on me... I guess welcome aboard."

She turns back to Braks. "And as for me going soft... the Imps arn't that lucky."

She gestured for them to follow her as she lead them to the berth that her ship rested in.

"Gentlemen and Gentlebeings... may I present the BackStab."

She was fairly certine that a corvette had never had this level of modification done to it be for. It could hold a squadron of fighters, two shuttles, and had almost triple the armament. It could fight a Carrack cruiser to a stand still, or with the added fighter support, kick its Shebs back to the Imp shipyards.

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IC: Dresden Karn/Kuat Shipyards

"So your the one that Jacob was talking about. He said you're one of the best commandos he's ever seen. For your sake I hope he's right"

?Well Jacob was right, sure as the emperor is a motherless hell spawn he?s right, I?ve been around the block a time or two,? said Dresden with a wry smile. She then turned at talked to the Jedi who was now clearly going to be overseeing this operation. Dresden didn?t mind Jedi, but he didn?t like them either. Abigail them motioned to them to follow her into the hangar.

"Gentlemen and Gentlebeings... may I present the BackStab."

It sure was a sight. Dresden had never seen a Corellian Cruiser that was that modified. It looked magnificent, and could most definitely hold its own in a fight against a star destroyer. Dresden dropped his duffel bag at the sliding door that went into the hangar. He stepped forward a couple of paces and looked the ship up and down.

?Dang, now that is a fine piece of Corellian machinery, I?ll tell you what,? he said more to himself than the others.

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IC - Scotty


With a smudge of grease on his face and a cuss in his heart, Scotty walked up through the boarding ramp to find Abi showing off her new ship to some gruff looking prospects. Looking them up and down as he approached, he also ran the laundry list of concerns over in his head as he tapped Abi on the shoulder.

"Captain, do you mind if I have a word with you... in private, about the Backstab?"

In truth, he wanted to shout out to the heavens that this... thing shouldn't even be classified as a 'ship' at this point - it needed so much of an overhaul - but he wasn't in charge, she was and he hoped she would take his word for the problems they were going to have if all the parts he needed didn't show up, and in a hurry.


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