SWRPF Archive Apocalypse

It had been almost a year since Jaiden had left the New Republic SpecOps division and almost a decade since his wife left him. He had given up trying to find someone to fill the void, and had instead focused on something else; trying to find the perfect woman. So far it just hadn't quite worked out so well. With his luck, the perfect woman had died of some childhood affliction twenty years ago.

His career as an aircab driver didn't seem to be going much better than his search for love. His license was low on points, his cab was banged up, and he had a habit of getting mugged. Never successfully mugged, of course, but he was getting tired of having to collect people's weapons.

He'd been working Coronet City for half a year now, and was beginning to get tired of it. Jaiden wanted a change, something different; but he didn't want to return to the military. He just wished that life would flash a big arrow pointing which way he was supposed to go.

After finishing his morning routines and dressing in a pair of trousers and a light undershirt, Jaiden headed to his cab. He'd drop by the space port and the university, and check for fares; he needed to maintain his quota after all.

((If anyone feels like dropping in on my character, using him as a getaway(if you're being pursued by someone or something), or otherwise messing up his day, I'd be greatly appreciative ))

TAG: Whoever

 

IC as Dartanon:


Dartanon was practicing with his sword as 5 men dressed in dark suits appeared at his doorway.
"Dartanon Athos, we'd like you to come with us." A large one said.
"Ok, just let me put away my sword first." Dartanon sheathed his saber and dropped something. He bent down to pick it up and slipped a throwing knife out of his sleeve. Dartanon stood up with his back facing the men and spun quickly throwing his knife and hitting one between the eyes.
Dartanon jumped through a window, still holding his sword and ran into the middle of the street. He ran right in front of a cab and got him to stop.
"DRIVE!" He yelled once he got in.


Tag: Coota

 

"Yes... Scary. Don't give in yet. They don't have too much of a hold on you... There is hope for you. Me, I'm unsure about..."

 

Selia looked at him harshly. "I feel as if my life is slipping through my fingers! What am I supposed to do!?"

 

Name: Jor Draka
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Height: 5'8
Weight: hmm
Species: Elomin
Home Planet: Elom
Mortal Affilation: Republic
Immortal Affilation: Unknowing
Physical description: Red skin, horns, lithe
Mental/Emotional/personal description: Cold, cruel, quiet, calculating
Personal history: Orphaned and trained from a young age by a rogue Jedi gone dark, Jor Draka used his skills in the Force to maneuver his way to the head of a small shipping company.
Force status: Dark Jedi Master
Weapons/Equipment: lightwhip
Ship: whatever is on hand
Residence: the company flagship, Argo

 

Jor Draka saw the airtaxi slow to a halt. Believing that his mad waving of his claws had stopped the vehicle, he walked out across to the cab. As he opened the door to step in, another creature jumped through the opposite side entrance, yelling something in basic.

"Excuse me, this is My cab. Please remove yourself from this vehicle before I am forced to do so." He said, in broken Basic.

Just his luck. A stockholders meeting in ten minutes, strange voices in his head, and some idiot in a funny costume was already trying to steal the only airtaxi for half a kilometer.

TAG: Coota, Lord Vader

 

Xarré sat in a bar on Corellia, sipping at a mug of lomin-ale. She had just dropped off a shipment and had a few days of lag time between runs. So she was spending a few days with some friends from the University.

tag: all

OOC: see if you can pull me in here somewhere, guys...

 

OOC:Because this is such a new idea, I have decided to post something every page on a certain subject so that people will have a better understanding of something about the RP. If you have an idea for a topic, or something that needs to be addressed, post it here or PM me.

Today's topic is...
Religion
The main religion in the galaxy at this time is the force. I hope that you have all heard of it, as you are posting at a SW message board. There are some athiests and people of other religions, but most citizens believe in the force. There is no known god of the force; just the force, which is in everything.

Jedi are, in a way, prophets, for they have been gifted with the ability to understand and use the force.

How do religion and the force tie in with Apocalypse?
These demons and angels, are, in fact, the rulers of the dark and light sides of the force, respectivly. There are two higher figures who are essentially gods, who are currently unknown to the galaxy.

The demon's/angel's followers will, over time, inherit the force. They will become force-sensitive, and will also grow more powerful.

Also, Mirax, how about we try to speed through the day at the university. School sucks.

IC:"Let it slip... It is best for you. You will live a good life. Just let it slip..." he didn't know what he was saying. "Hang on Selia. Hang on..." He said as the bell rang for the next class.

 

Jaiden mumbled to himself, "Some guys, they get beautiful women jumping into their cabs to elude pursuit. I get a crazy human and some Elomin."

He glanced back and replied, "Just close the doors and hang on, then tell me where you're going; I'll get you both where you need to be."

With that, he slammed on the accelerator, leaving the area behind...

 

Jor Draka gave the human next to him a cold look before turning to the driver. "I require...ahhh...transport? Is that the word? Transport to the Financial Plaza. My business is...pressing, and I will pay, so this one suggests that the Plaza be first destination. Human in unusual clothes can wait."

 

Name: Bahall
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 Lbs.
Species: Originally: Human Now: Half-Infernal
Home Planet: Kuat
Mortal Affiliation: None
Immortal Affiliation: Demonic
Physical description: Red Skinned, Large Ram like horns, Pure Molten Colored Eyes, Powerfully built legs and arms, Legs like a ram's, Claws, Black Hair down back, Tail that ends in a spike.
Mental/Emotional/personal description: Cruel and Malicious, Subtle.
Personal history: He was an up and rising Ship designer from Kuat. He was cocky, arrogant, and overly proud. He designed and built a ship he swore could bypass the Extra-Galactic hyperspace barrier and set out to prove it. Everyone thought he was crazy and wasn?t surprised when he didn't come back from his test. In fact, he did not die, but entered the immortal realm of the demons who tortured and twisted his mind and spirit until he became the Half-Infernal creature he is now. They sent him back to lead the armies that they would raise until they themselves could enter the galaxy. Now he just awaits their signal to gather the faithful and the fleets and launch the scourge upon the galaxy.

All this approved by Ornen

IC:
He cracked the whip down once again and barely heard the strangeled scream that escaped his most recent slaces lips. He was thinking, thinking deeply. But not so much that he couldnt bring pain and torment to the slave below him. He cracked the whip again and blood erupted from his back like magma from an active volcano. The scream was horriable, choaked off, and strangeled. The slave hung in the device, a combination of the Rack, the iorn madien, and other, more exotic torture devices, along with a bare patch of the slaves back and front for the whip. the slave whiperd, whished for deat5h, but it would not come, ohh no, he would be made to feel every last tendon snap, every ligament break, every bone seperate, ever blood vessel erupt with blood.

All this Bahall was barely aware of. He was angry, angry at the demons who turned him into what he was, angry that he was force to serve them, angry at his old 'friends' for leaving him i9n their clutches. Mostly, he was angry at himself for falling as far as he had.

He cracked the whip down once again, down so hard that it dug into the mands flesh and stuck there. This scream would not be cut off, not by any device, it was the worst sound that Bahall had ever heard a human utter, and he smiled at it.

Suddenly, a black shape entered his redly illuminated cabin on his ship. He recognised that shape as his demon overlord and he snareld, pulling the whip free from the man's flesh and leaving him hanging in the devices.

"Ahh Bahall, i see you have done well with the new Slave we delived to you."

"Say what you will Hextor, i care not. Give me the will of the Infernals, so that i may be done with it."

"Very well, we will see what you can do later, for now we just wanted to remind you that our presence in this galaxy is beginning to grow, and soon the armies will gather u8nder you. Be ready Bahall."

With that the shadow disipated, and Bahall went back and sat in his throne. He idly flicked the whip at the slave again, and relished the strangeld scream he emmited. He would be ready, ohh yes, ready to bring upon this galaxy that pain and torment he endured under their cruel whips. All he had to do now was wait, soon he would gather his armies, but for now he would wait untill the demon masters called him to duty.

TAG: Ornen (I need something do do, have them give me something to do. Also, i will PM you my personal ship later, perhaps tommorow.)

 

OOCkay, I think I have something. Also, those who are taken don't get tortured; actually, its not that bad. Sorta like what your character has been doing. Its when they don't accept that their life is made a living hell. No pun intended.

Right now, Gorin, I shall roleplay the two main beings of the force. One is your master. I can probably give you something to do.

ICThe Grand Master of Darkness)
Hello, Bahall. This is the Grand Master speaking. You are one of my most loyal disciples, but lately, I have been disturbed. Not by you, but something else. The forces of light are amassing outside the galaxy, preparing to attack. I want you to set up a defense on the outer rim. My demons will continue to recruit others to your cause. Go, now, and do your duty.

(Relar Mambitien)
The next few classes passed uneventfully, but near the end of the day, he found himself sitting next to Selia again. "Hello," he said.

 

I'm new to role playing. Can i join in?

 

ooc: I'm sure Ornen will let you join. There are plenty of senior Role Players in here that would be more than happy to answer any questions that you have. Just post a character sheet and join in anywhere you would like!


ic as Dartanon Athos:

The Elomin in the cap seemed very tense about something. He ordered Dartanon out of the car but he didnt budge. They started moving which was fine as long as those men didnt catch up with him. "Go to where ever this man wants to go."
Dartanon sliped his sword into his belt and checked to see if he had all of his weapons. He did.


Tag: 6-6-6, Coota

 

Selia looked up as Relar sat down. "Hey you."

 

There didn't seem to be any signs of pursuit, so there was at least the possibility that neither of his passengers were criminals. After hearing the Elomin's destination, and the human's ambivalence about where he was taken, Jaiden just shrugged.

"Alright, the plaza it is, buddy."

The cab moved fast, faster than usual; Jaiden felt an urge to get these passengers out of his car as fast as possible. For some reason they both seemed a little uneasy, and a little discomforting.

Jaiden just hoped he got them to the Plaza and out of his life without getting shot at or something.

 

This looks pretty interesting. Here's my bio:-

Name: Colonel Erias Delmion
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Height: 5"11
Species: Human
Home Planet: Ralltiir
Mortal Affilation: Republic
Immortal Affilation: Unknowing
Physical description: Dark hair, goatee beard (shot with grey)
Mental/Emotional/personal description: Level-headed and mature, Delmion needs to explain everything. The unknown annoys him, and he strives hard to keep everything ordered. Extremely loyal to his squadron and his beliefs.
Personal history: First major action was the Battle of Hoth, where he flew an X-wing as escort for fleeing transport. Served with Red Squadron at the Battle of Endor and Bakura. Promoted to Lieutenant. Served with Silver Star Squadron. Promoted to Captain prior to the liberation of Coruscant. Commanded Cavalier Squadron. Retained command until present day. Refused promotion to General. Shot down and injured in combat in Outer Rim. Transferred to Coruscant Military Hospital for extensive treatment and rehabilitation.
Force status: Sensitive
Weapons/Equipment: Twin blaster pistols
Ship: Incom T-65 X-wing
Residence: Currently based on the MC80 Wavesong

 

OOC:crystal_rain, feel free to join at any time. cavalier_one, your bio looks good. Expect an IC post sometime tonight.

 

Riku Salven had just finished his mission on Corellia for the Jedi Council. He decided to go in for a drink.

He walked into a bar filled with people. He walked over to a free table next to some girl and her friends. One friend called her Xarré so it was obvious to Riku that this was her name.

"Hi, there," he said to her, trying to be polite. "Good day?"

TAG: corellian_chic242

 

ICRelar Mambitien)
The class passed very slowly. The teacher was an uptight sonofa[censored]. When the class ended, Relar was relived that the day was over. He exited the class, and waited for Selia. When she passed, he had a question to ask her. "Do you want to go to the bar with me to... Talk about things?"

 

"Close enough. Stop here" Jor Draka tossed a handful of high-value coins in the drivers direction, then jumped out of the still-descending vehicle. Without looking back, he scurried across the open square towards a tall recessed building. The Elomin cut across a cafe which had expanded out into the square from the narrow confines of its establishmen, knocking over a table which was being used by a handful of college-aged women and one man. Their glasses of ale and caf spilled on the ground, but the alien ran on, unconcerned with the chaos he had caused.

 

OOC: I forgot to include, he is a Dark Master of the force.

IC:

Protect the Rim. he snorted, With what?

He had nothing but his personal ship with him at the moment and, while it was powerful, made even more so by demonic transformation, it could not fight a fleet by itself, and he had no army to work with. All he had was his own personal slave, the one currently recovering from the latest round of torture and pain, and himself. While he was himself a powerful force on the battlefield he was but one being. He went back into his chambers and contacted his demon masters.

If you want me to conquer the rim and to hold it in your name you will send me a fleet and an army, i cannot accomplish much with but one ship.

TAG: Ornen

 

(Grand Master of Darkness)

Don't worry. They are on their way.

A few minutes later, Bahall glanced up to see a massive Star Destroyer, with ships trailing it as far as the eye could see.

 

The cab slowed to a halt a few hundred meters from the spot they had dropped the Elomin out of. Jaiden shook his head. Beings were getting stranger and stranger these days. When the cab came to a stop at the side of the street, he got out along with his fare.

Jaiden looked at the man quizically.

"Any particular reason you were in such a hurry? Him, he was a businessman, and they're all crazy about meetings, but you... well, I tend to get suspicious when my fares come running into my cab while carrying swords."

TAG: Lord Vader

 

OOC: You want to PM me the Exact details of the ships and their numbers, also, my current location would be good.

IC:

Excelent... he thought. With this force he could conquer many of the soft, foolish people who expected no war. All he needed now was to find out what planets were already controled by the demon masters, through the control of their leaders, as well as who, on those planets, could be trusted to send infromation.

Lords, tell me of your followers on other planets nearby, that i might use them in this attack.

TAG: Ornen