SWRPF Archive CarbonEye - (Star Wars...007 style)

OOC:By the way, if you were looking for a map, here's the one I was using. I haven't actually bothered to find some Star Wars pogs to work with, nor have I gone with finding different colored underlays instead of dirt brown. This was more for positioning than anything else, since d20 works better with a grid, and that's what I'm used to working with. 1 square= 2m.

 

OCC:It's June frelling 1st LW! finals are long gone for pretty much everyone!... There's absolutely no need to stall...

Manaan-CarbonEye's Base
IC as Joss Vendu

Met with the firm resistance of any kind of surrender from the members of the FireTeam, Vendu's jaw instantly tightened and a cold chill crept into his steeled gaze. He stared down the closest enemy, "It's either your surrender or your deaths, now lay down your weapons or I will give the order to fire!"

The room went ghostly silent after Joss's rebuke. Everything hinged on then next few seconds and well trained Republic Marines waited for the slightest provocation from the FireTeam.

With still no sign of a move either way, Vendu added his own blaster to the firing SQUAD( ) lines and picked his own FireTeam target to his left, "READY! AIM!..." Joss held his breath for a last nano second.

TAG: FIRETEAM/RUANA/GRUU/SHALIN

OCC:stall no longer...

 

OOC: Vika's decision is entirely dependent on what fate would await unlawful combatants. She knows what will happen to them, otherwise she wouldn't have been in this business. Her primary concern at the moment is ensuring the survival of her own comrades. If the Republic's standard policy would be execution or whatever, then they're opening fire as soon as CarbonEye goes down, and trying to make a fighting retreat. Otherwise, it varies.

(and edited to remove pointless inflamatory remarks)

 

OOC:

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AARRGGHHH!!!

We always seem to be held up with all the bickering, SVU, and other technical "would-this-really-happen" stuff. It seems to be sucking all the fun out of RPing. (That's another factor I didn't mention in response to your recent PM, Sithy.)

I guess I let this thread go on for way too long. The other two were short and sweet...no problems. I blame myself.

I'm gonna need a short break if we ever get through this third installment. My goodness. I'm all for ending this thread today.

Sorry if I sounded mean to anybody. I had to get that off my chest. I love playing in these MI5 RPG's as much as you guys do. It's just difficult sometimes being a GM.

 

OOC: Of course it's difficult to be a GM, it's like being a teacher but with more petty fighting and less pay. Dubya, you're the GM. You're well within your rights to tell me when I'm out of line, with as many or as few words as you need. If you don't lay down the law, I'll walk all over you. Dubya, you're the GM. You have the ultimate power over the game, and are free to make whatever decisions are necessary. If players disagree, they can either take it up with you, or just walk out. If you don't like what I'm doing, spell it out. Shut me down or kick me out or whatever. Just do something before I wreck your game further.

 

Sergeant Vika Saaris

So this is how it ends... she thought, as they were suddenly overrun by enemy reinforcements. Shouts of "surrender" rang through the room in a dozen languages, commanding them to drop their weapons or be destroyed.

...In failure.

All around the room the other Wakerunners tried pointing their weapons at the oncoming troops, but there were just too many of them. Even with the GTU AV-1S, they wouldn't make a big enough dent in the forces. Not from this position, and she wasn't going to condemn them all just to try.

"It's either your surrender or your deaths, now lay down your weapons or I will give the order to fire!" said the one who'd stabbed CarbonEye. She stared at him. Of course he was making demands, he was in the advantageous position. It wasn't as though he was too worried about the status of the soldiers he was putting at risk. It wasn't as though the lives of those who he had worked and lived with were to be determined by the next words that came out of his mouth.

Will they kill us anyways? Will they make us squirm and spasm like thimiars between their jaws...

"READY! AIM!..."

I will not let them kill us... if only for a little while longer

"DON'T... shoot..." she said, dropping her blaster. "We surrender."

She spoke into the squad channel.

"Wakerunner Squad... it's... over."

She put her hands behind her head.

Corporal Wu'ca'sciose

<So that's an order, isn't it Sergent?>

Wu'ca'sciose held out his repeater, gently setting it down. It was a good weapon, and it had served him well. But now this was where they stopped.

<That's battle... you win some... you lose some... we fought well and we survived.>

But ****** *** ** *****, he almost had that guy. Even with that smokescreen of theirs, he still smelled them moving... some people have all the luck.

"So..." he said to the invaders. "Now what?"

Corporal Retari Lius

The air stank... it was full of the scent of ozone and sweat, fear and adreniline. Another day, another battle. But such an unsporting defeat... so troublesome. He set down his sonic trident, a weapon he'd earned on Mon Calamari nearly a decade ago, but still sharp and gleaming, a testament to its craftsmanship. He then slowly drew his Gola Arms RL-40 Stun Net Launcher, setting it down on top. His signature weapon pair, and he hadn't even gotten to fire a shot. So troublesome...

As he set down his weapons, he addressed his team.

"Magnor, Morip, Karien. This is a direct order from your superior officer. Set down your weapons and surrender. Do not fight and do not kill either the others or yourselves. Your orders are to surrender and survive. This may be your final order... do not disgrace our name."

He disabled the commlink and slowly removed his helmet.

Private Taiyate Araxasia Myrte Noradu

It had been quite surprising when Chuckles killed Monocular. Even more surprising when Chuckles's compatriots decided to lend a helping hand to an already winning side. Then they had the nerve to go and demand that Squiggles surrender.

Surrounded, outgunned, and she still hadn't gotten a chance to knife that whore. This day needed a better script. All around her... enemies, a rictus of cruel malignity illuminating their ragged visages. No, that didn't quite work. Rictuses? Ricti?

She set down her blaster and put her Tehk'la blades next to it. Then for good measure she made a gesture towards the leader that was considered obscene on more than four thousand worlds, salutory on around seven hundred worlds and a marriage proposal on two.

Guess which one, *******.

She hoped wherever they were going, they had a holosystem. She really didn't want to miss Black Sabre.

Lance Corporal Ha'w'shiye

Well, with the rifle Verrack had worked so hard on now a crumpled pile of metal, Ha'w'shiye didn't have much left for him to surrender. Just his pistol, like everyone else. Strange powers these

 

Manaan-CarbonEye's Base
IC as Joss Vendu/Ruana Trebond (if she doesnt mind)

"DON'T... shoot..." she said, dropping her blaster. "We surrender."

Joss was visibly relieved that it hadnt come to an execution-style massacre and holstered his weapon as the Wakerunner Leader issued the surrender order to the rest of his team. They all reluctantly laid down their weapons and Vendu took notice of the care and grace with which they did so, such was a huge accordance that these fellas werent just some Merc wannabes.

That revelation in particular made Joss uneasy, but at the same time he wouldve loved to have seen just what those soldiers were capable of in a hard nosed fight.

Vendu told the Republic Marines to file the prisoners into the holding quarters on their shuttles. He purposfully told the Marines to not bind them according the prisoners what honor he could.

As the Wakes were taken to the shuttles onroute back to Corscant to be tried, Joss waited until the room was completely empty of everyone else but him and Mrs. Trebond. All of his anger and frustration melted away as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. Instantly it was like he was a new man entirely.

Alone together in what seemed like an eternity without her, Joss pulled her close and kissed her tenderly on the lips after which he said with a grin, "Now about the wedding..."

TAG:RUANA/WAKERUNNERS/MI5/or DUBYA's EPILOUGE

 

What the hell does QFT mean anyway?

 

OOC:
"Quoted For Truth". It used to say either "yeah, I agree", or to copy something in case the original post gets edited.

 

OOC:

*takes a deep breath*

Okay, I'm cool now. I don't wanna kick anybody out of my games. I enjoy RPing with you guys (and gals). It's just frustrating when we stop everything and discuss technical things...with the exception of blowing up the Jedi Temple and killing the entire Jedi Order (remember that one?). And it doesn't help that we're now down to 4 players when we originally started with something like 30.

I'll have IC stuff later today.

 

OOC: Well, the first one ended with four players, the second one ended with five. Seems to be par for the course. And a majority of them dropped out in the beggining, they didn't have what it takes.

Anyone know if Uber-Ed or BSSL are back in action?

 

True.

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[b]IC: as CarbonEye and Gruu Funkistann
Octopus Control Room[/b]

CarbonEye collapsed to the floor when the saber was pulled out of him. [i]That's it then...it is over.[/i] He knew it. He was crazy with the thought of revenge for his torture. [i]Idiot! You deserve to die...[/i] He didn't even pay any attention to what was happening around him. He just laid on the cold metal floor, panting, waiting to die. He closed his eyes and felt himself get weaker and weaker......

Gruu Funkistann put the lightsaber on his belt. So this was the end? He watched the Republic troops take everyone into custody. This horrible villain was finally dead, but many lives were lost in the process. The Gunagn was beginning to have second thoughts about MI5. This organization was no place for a true Jedi. He had a lot of thinking to do. Later, he would meditate then speak with Master Yoda. Gruu picked up Hawk's lifeless body and headed out with the rest of the troops and agents.

[b]TAG: Control Room...[/b]






[hr]
[b]OOC:[/b] Since it seems as though the battle is over, I suppose the "epilogue" is coming soon...unless there are any loose ends you guys need to tie up.

 

Shalin Kitovaz

Fifteen minutes. It took almost fifteen minutes for CarbonEye to die, as Shalin Kitovaz worked furiously to prevent it. An abdominal wound was not instantly fatal, death would come slowly. With first aid and treatment, the rate of biological system failure would slow, and the injuries could be treated with proper care. Care that existed in the medical facilities aboard the Powerhouse, the vessel currently pouring troops into the base. There were medics among these soldiers, there had to be... medics with more skill than he... with a medic's help, so many wounds could be changed from fatal to treatable.

But no help came. A man slowly went into shock, and no help came. There was a Jedi standing there, a protector of life and a defender of the Republic. But he did nothing, and simply watched as the man died. He didn't even make an attempt, he just stood there and watched as the soldiers of the Republic took away the soldiers of this CarbonEye.

And now, two men were dead, one an ally and one an enemy. Both had died slowly... both could have been treated... he had tried to treat both... and now both were dead.

Why didn't the Jedi try? So many lightsabers in the room, but was there even a gram of concern among them? Where were the healers and the defenders? Where were those who protected and served? Why was it that no one else seemed too concerned about the deaths of these men? Were the agents always like this? Was there a point at which they stopped caring, stopped trying? Was there something in the environment that made them act this way... or was there something in the organization?

But that didn't matter anymore. A bunch of men were dead so now the galaxy was saved.

Yay team.

 

OOC: I'll have a series of epilogues on my side closing some things and opening up others....

Hopefully.... I can have it done by tomorrow night.....

If not, definitely within a week...

But you can do your thing Dubya whenever.... mine don't have to come before yours, as they are mostly outliers to the main storyline...

Do what must be done GM. Do not hesitate, show no mercy

-I_H

 

OOC:
Well, still got something to do... let Ephin Loran and Tal Orn out of the maitenance shed that Markus and Shalin locked them in back when they swiped the uniforms.

 

IC: Ruana Trebond
Ruana stood beside Joss Vendu, as he spoke the words that could portend doom.
"Now about the wedding..."
Ruana tensed. So many things could go wrong. The House could disown her...but she could risk that. Besides, it would be easy enough to talk her parents around.
Worse were her apprehensions over Shadowcat's reaction. He had long been one to keep his apprentice wholly his, with no distractions. But...Ruana shrugged mentally. If he did not permit her a life of her own...she would take it, with or without her Master's permission.
She relaxed, head against Joss's shoulder. All that she had become no longer mattered, just as long as she stayed where her heart rested.
Tag: Vendu

 

OOC: Okay then. I'll have to gather a bunch of old info from the thread (there was a lot of it) and throw together some sort of epilogue. Hopefully I'll have that done in the next day or two. If you've got any last things to take care of story-wise before our "epilogue" portion, now would be the time. Otherwise, this epilogue will be used to close out your character(s) for this chapter in the saga.

 

OOC: Can we leave this thing open for the next 30 or so posts? 2500 is a nice, round number.

 

***Closing Shop Part I***

IC: Aertok Corvolis and Gen. Cornelius Von Bolt
Location: MI-5 Military Detention Cell, MI-5 Headquarters

Aertok walked down the hallway of detention cells, the MI-5 guard escorting him to Von Bolt's cell. The hallways of the facility seemed sani-steamed, the well dressed lawyer being able to see the reflections of his black shined shoes as he passed the rows and rows of cells. Some were occupied, others empty, all very well protected. The lawyer moved aside to make room for the heavily armed guard droid, his armor bristling with the barrels on what no doubt were very powerful weapons. The lawyer had no doubt there were very dangerous people in this building. And here he was representing one of them.

How ironic.

"He's two cells to your left." the MI-5 guard said from beind, "Would you like to talk to him in his cell?"

"Yes please." Aertok said with a smile. "I don't believe the General will be all too dangerous to me."

"Very well." the man said, not smiling. "Though by Commission's Mandate, I must venture no more than 100 feet from the cell. High Priority Criminal Guidelines. I apologize in advance for any lack of privacy you may experience."

"Its alright." the lawyer said. "I understand the rules by which you must operate.

As Aertok rounded the cell he could see the General siting on his cot, dressed in the standard white and black jumpsuits that all criminals wear. They certainly weren't giving him any preferential treatment, that much was certain.

The guard ushered him back as he lowered the cell wall and ushered Aertok forward. Once he was inside he raised the shielding again, sealing Aertok in with Von Bolt.

"When you need to get out, just holler." the MI-5 guard said. "I'll be just a few steps away."

"Thank you." Aertok said, then turned to Von Bolt, looking at him expectantly.

"They'll be monitoring this." the man said dejectedly, not looking up.

"Yes." Aertok said. "I know that you dolt. You have really done it this time Cornelius. Aiding Terrorists? Is that what I am reading? Evading arrest? What the hell has come over you man? This is not like your normal fare. They'll have rock solid evidence this time. Recordings, audio files. I simply don't know if I can get you out of this one Cor."

The General just sat quietly.

"What could have possibly possessed you to throw your hand in with these kind of people. Surely you knew. Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know."

The lawyer moved to sit next to the quiet man. He was definitely different, which scared Aertok. He had known the general for quite some time now. A pompous, extravagent, always slick and sly one. But now, quiet and contrite?

"They've been treating you well, right Cornelius?" Aertok said, looking at him with concern and putting a hand on his back.

"Yes." the man said with a sigh. "Yes they have. True professionals to the very end."

Drat. Any mistreatment by MI-5 could be grounds the lawyer could use. Whoever was at the helm of this operation was no fool to the judicial system. Which of couse was worrisome to Aertok, because well, in court, he would have to be facing that person. Or at least some underling of him.

Aertok stared at him, quite sadly. Perhaps it was what happened to him while with those people. He should get out of here. This was creeping him out substantially.

"Don't you worry my friend." Aertok said, standing up and putting on a smile. "We'll take them down. No one could ever get a hold of you, and I'll be damned if my record is shot down in flames. An honorable general like you would never knowingly associate yourself with such rabble. This is all one giant mistake. Guard, I'm ready to go."

The lawyer turned to the crestfallen general, a sad sense of longing falling over him.

"Don't you worry Cornelius." he said walking out of the cell as the shielding opened and then closed itself. Aertok looked at his friend again. "I'll get you out of this soon enough."

The lawyer turned heel and walked b

 

OOC: Well, I tried before, I tried, I tried and I tried, but I could not get any posting done. BUT IT'S SUMMER FOR ME!!! So, now I have time to post...if only it weren't the end of the RPG. I a while, I'll post a short epilogue for Cale.

 

OOC: Shalin still needs to give that necklace to Pam that Onolar gave to him as an identifier thingie on Tatooine.

 

OOC: Pam's in jail...and Onolar's dead. Of course, I've been gone, so I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

 

***Closing Shop Prt. II***

IC: The White Hatted Man
Location: Coruscant Municipal Spaceport

The White Hatted man stepped gingerly off the spacecruiser he had been traveling on, and onto the thick black tarmac of the Spaceport. Ah yes, Coruscant, what a lovely planet. The White Hatted Man was very much so an urbanite. He loved the smell of fuels, the sights of permacrete, the hustle and bustle, the vibrancy of the city. And Coruscant was far nicer than Nar Shadda, or Commenor.

As he walked into the port itself and towards the baggage terminal, he wondered how this next step would go. It would be tricky, but he hoped he could handle it. The credits were right, and the boss wanted this done very badly.

So he would do it. That was all he needed

The man's baggage was one of the first out, happily enough, and he slung the duffle-bag over his shoulder. He certainly did pack alot of clothes for this trip. Then again, he didn't plan to be leaving planet anytime soon. And he had to make this all as legit as possible.

The White Hatted Man flagged down a hover taxi and boarded, throwing his stuff into its trunk.

"1132 Columar Highers please" he said, inserting a cred chip into the taxi droids reciever."

"Right away sir" the bot montonously replied.

The White Hatted man leaned back on his seat as the taxi took off.

Well, here goes.

TAG: No one

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[b]IC: St. Lycin's Orphanage[/b]
[i]Location: Nar Shadda[/i]

In the night, it gets especially dark in the Nar Shaddan lower levels. The old men would tell you it reflects the hearts of the villians that come out at night cloud the air and obscure the light.

Cooler heads, of course, just know that its because the moonlight can't get down that far.

Right?

On that night, a shadowy figure cut through the darkness, carrying with her a very heavy package. The person sat it down on the doorstep of the Orphanage and stopped for a moment to look at it.

Then he, or was it a she, banged on the door, and disappeared into the night.

[b]TAG: No One [/b]

[hr]
[b]IC: The Crazy Hillbilly, AKA: Man in the Brown Coat[/b]
[i]Location: His Cabin, On Dantooine[/i]

The man in the brown coat stood watching the flames dance in his fireplace. It was time he got up and got goin. Feller can't spend the rest of his life all cooped up inna cabin, waitin' for death to take ya away.

It had been so long since he had gone out though. So long since he had left Dantooine.

He looked over to one of his shiney chrome blasters, sitting on the fireplace mantel.

No. It was time.

The man reached into his coat and pullled out a card.

[i]Joss Vendu, MI-5 Headquarters, Line 22818 Ext. 22[/i]

Perhaps it was time he payed that feller a visit. He'd seem to have everything all in the up and up.

Maybe they would need a man of his services.

[b]TAG: No One [/b]

[hr]
[b]IC: XANA[/b]
[i]Location: Lair[/i]

The lair of XANA was a very frightening place, no bones about it. The large room was dark and metallic, with wires stretched everywhere, and without a doubt, various horrors lurking in the shadows up in the cathedral ceilings of the room. But one wouldn't think of that when he or she were to enter the room. Nor would XANA's wall of monitors hold much attraction. There were thousands of them, plastering the main wall and lighting up the entire room. On each screen would be some picture, either of a room or a person or what have you. Some poor soul that XANA had taken interest in.

No, ones eyes would focus on the monstrousity that was XANA himself. The huge stalactite of wire and computer hanging down from the ceiling, thrumming with electricity and whirring processors. And ending, nightmarishly with a thin, wirey being. All throughout him, wires and nodes were grafted into his body. He hung, standing underneath the stalactite as if by a miracle, limp and almost lifeless. He wore only a pair of ragged pants, for modesty's sake, with his uncut hair covering where his eyes should be.

And right

 

OCC:I almost forgot about the hillbilly!


Ithor-Sacred Forest Preserve
IC as Joss Vendu

The sunset had reached its pinnacle and the light reflected off of lillies woven into Ruana Trebond's golden red hair. Vendu welled up with happiness as he noticed how radiant his spouse looked on the high cliff over looking a sweeping waterfall.

Much to Joss's pleasure, he had whisked Ruana away the second the all clear was given from the Manaan operation and plotted the course to Ithor to ask a favor from an old friend he hadnt seen in nearly a decade. Do'rath Urar presided over proudly over the small and secret ceremony. The gray skinned Ithorian had practically raised Vendu in the foundling home on Courscant so many years ago before Joss found his way into the military service. Do'rath beamed proudly at the man Vendu had grown into, remembering fondly how runty and undersized a child he had been.

But that was about all that really had changed for Joss Vendu. He still didnt own many possesions or valuables, just an MI5 salary. (Which doesnt even come close to making up for stress related baggage that comes with the job) However, the one thing Joss did have was silver ring inlaid with dark green gemstone. He's arrived with it when he first came to the foundling home and he'd long forgotten how he acquired it before then.

Now, he slid it onto Ruana's finger lovingly and noticed it began to take on an surreal glow.

Do'rath continued his blessings in his native tounge as he exhalted the flora and fauna around them.

Vendu hadnt exactly picked this as his first choice for a wedding ceremony. He'd wanted a grand occasion with everyone in attendance in the finest garbs, but Ruana's very acceptance of his proposal was a big enough risk in it's self. Now that he was staring her full in the face, Joss had not a single regret. Here, they were free and safe from the rest of the galaxy.

Do'rath had finished his blessings and left the lovebirds in peace.

His mind filled with so many words, but all that could come out of Vendu's mouth was, "Ruana, I love you. No matter what happens, whoever comes at us, i love you." He kissed her fully on the lips time ceased to matter the day blended into the nite and on into the next morning.

For now, Joss Vendu was finally at peace.

TAG: RUANA(if you want to)

 

OOC: Yeah, the thread will stay open for a little while after all our epilogue crap. Hey, we did that last time and that's how the infamous "007 family" came into existance.

Hopefully have my epilogue up tomorrow.