SWRPF Archive Order 66 (19 BBY)

STAR WARS
Order 66
It is a dark time in the Galaxy. Anakin
Skywalker has been twisted by the Dark side
of the force and become the dark lord of
the Sith, Darth Vader. Meanwhile, the self-
proclaimed Emperor Palpatine has ordered
the Clone commanders to execute the Jedi
stretched across the far reaches of the
Galaxy.
Among the slaughter, Jedi like Obi-Wan Kenobi
and Yoda have survived, and are plotting to
take out the Sith. Other Jedi have also survived
the treachery, and are making plans of their own.
Emperor Palpatine has commisioned a new strike
team lead by Commander Phyrn, specially
trained to hunt down Jedi....

INFO/RULES
The RPG begins with the execution of Order 66. There are four factions - Jedi, Rebel, Imperial and Fringe. You can either be a real character, such as Obi-Wan or Darth Vader, or you can be a made up one. You can only take up to TWO CHARACTERS at once. No killing off major characters in the Original Trilogy, remember, we are trying to fit this into Canon. Killing off your own made-up characters or writing the death of a real character that actually happened are fine. The only sith allowed are Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader. If you play as a character who appeared to die in the films, you must have a good reason for their survival that is plausible (E.G. Kit Fisto's wound didn't hit any vital organs, Aayla Secura shot with blasters set to stun, etc. Things like "Mace Windu survived because he is magic" will NOT be accepted). Remember, we want other people than just Jedi. If we get to many Jedi applications, I will not accept any further Jedi characters until we get a good Jedi-to-other-characters ratio. PM me your character sheets. Most importantly, FOLLOW STANDARD THE FORCE.NET RULES.

CHARACTER SHEET
ORDER 66 RPG CHARACTER APPLICATION
Username:
Name:
Faction:
Secondary Faction/Rank: (E.G. Jedi Master, Clone Commando.)
Appearence:
Personality:
Age:
Force Sensitivity (Select one): None, Very Low, Low, Medium, High, Very High (Note: Only Yoda and Palpatine have Very High)
Weapons:
Lightsaber combat form (If applicable): (E.G. Form I - Shii-Cho)
Important NPCS:
Ship/Transport:
Biography:

My application for reference:
ORDER 66 RPG CHARACTER APPLICATION
Username: Climperoonie
Name: Hen-Wil Shakriv
Faction: Jedi
Secondary Faction/Rank: Jedi Master
Appearence: Medium length dark blonde hair, Caucasian, thin-faced, hazel eyes. Wears Tan Jedi Tunic, brown leggings and a brown robe.
Personality: Nice, helpful, but is not too fond of arrogant, power-hungry people.
Age: 39
Force Sensitivity (Select one): High
Weapons: Purple lightsaber
Lightsaber combat form (If applicable): Form I - Shii-cho
Important NPCS: Former padawan Bened Keren, current padawan Emaj Boon, Clone Commander Jet.
Ship/Transport: Green and Purple Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor (Jedi Interceptor), later custom ship The Swordfish
Biography: Born in 58 BBY, taken to the temple at the age of one, began training by Adja Fiztose at the age of fifteen in 43 BBY. Adja disappears in 40 BBY, trains under Kit Fisto until 38 BBY, when he acsends to knighthood. Becomes a master in 31 BBY, takes padawan Bened Keren in same year. Bened becomes a knight in 24 BBY and immediately begins training Jaredia Armus. Hen-wil discovers Adja's turn to the dark side in 21 BBY. Begins training Emaj Boon in 20 BBY. Becomes paired with Commander Jet's battalion in the same year. Destroys Darth Marium's Sith order in 19 BBY.

Please join this RPG, we'll start when we have at least 5 people.

 

Character Roster
HEN-WIL SHAKRIV - Climperoonie
CIN DRALLIG - RuneEisahn

 

GM Approved!!

CHARACTER SHEET ORDER 66 RPG CHARACTER APPLICATION
Username: Sith_King
Name: Marcus Alexander De Caliencio
Faction: Jedi/Dark Jedi
Secondary Faction/Rank: Jedi/Dark Jedi Master
Appearance: Blue Skin, black hair, sharp canines, very humanoid
Personality: Aggressive till rendered helpless or around someone he knows
Age: 25
Force Sensitivity (Select one): High
Weapons: Red Lightsaber
Lightsaber combat form (If applicable): Shii-Cho, Sai Tok, Shiak, and his personal favorite-Mou Kei!!
Important NPCS: None
Ship/Transport: A stolen RZ-1 A-wing interceptor&

Biography: Marcus, born Marcus Alexander De Caliencio on Aruza, had been born into the slavery of his people. Freed by a Jedi Master, Marcus was brought to Coruscant, the capital of the Republic to train as a young jedi, for he possessed a great amount of what they called the Force. Born a blue skinned humanoid, Marcus never really thought he was able to fit in, struggling against the teachers and their rules constantly. Marcus has yet to find the proper knowledge of his heritage and what became of his people.

 

Character Roster
HEN-WIL SHAKRIV - Climperoonie
CIN DRALLIG - RuneEisahn
MARCUS ALEXANDER DE CALIENCIO - Sith_King

 

Character Roster
HEN-WIL SHAKRIV - Climperoonie
CIN DRALLIG - RuneEisahn
MARCUS ALEXANDER DE CALIENCIO - Sith_King
JAR'THEN KALPZER - Spatz

One more character left before we start!

 

Username: Spatz
Name: Jar'then Kalpzer
Species: Zabrak/Chiss
Faction: Business Oppurtunist
Secondary Faction/Rank: Rogue Jedi
Appearence:
Dimensions:
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 175 lbs
Clothes: Wears partial mandalorian armour that covers his left shoulder and arm, legs, and chest. Under that he wears a black shirt that is emblazed with his family's crest; A red cross with a silver moon behind it. He wears blue jeans with a blood stripe on the right leg under the armour, and old leather combat boots.
Others: He has red skin with black markings that form a pattern sinilar to that of the mandalorian symbol. He has long black hair tied into a short ponytail, and has red eyes.
Personality: Jar'then has a dominant demeanour, always putting others in their place whenever he's around. His general attitude reflects that of a sociopath, except that he has the ability to care for others, even though he rarely displays it. Because of this he has now crew, and those who do work for him don't entirely like him, but still respect him.
Age: 35
Force Sensitivity: High
Weapons: Black back-handed lightsaber, DC-17m interchangable blaster-rifle, and DL-44
Lightsaber combat form: VII Juyo/Vaapad
Important NPCS:
Ship/Transport: Modified YZ-775
Biography: Jar'then was raised by both of his Jedi parents, who tought him in the ways of the force. At age 14 his parents had both left because of a mission. After five months his parents still hadn't returned, he left to the streets. After about 3 years, Jar'then managed to gain enough money to afford a small ship. After a few more years of smuggling for small gangster organizations on tatooine, he managed to gain enough profit he bought his YZ, and proceeded to setting up a shipyard in Mos Espa, with a workshop, out in the desert. Over the next few years Jar'then proceeded to gain a large collection of ships and other vehicles at his workshop, along with being a respected repairman, and decent pilot. At age 28 he decided to make half of a standard year time for bounty hunting, pirating, and smuggling, thus gaining a reputation as a feared spacer. His crew consisted entirly of droids, and his ground troops appeared to be hastily built droids, generally combing pieces of some droids with others. At age 31 he managed to get a large quantity of vehicles and droids, proceeding to a have a small mechanical militia. This included recovered droid tanks, republic walkers, and assorted ships. As order 66 was executed, he had found himself in the middle of the slaughter in the Jedi temple, for he was pursuing a bounty there. Due to this he had found himself with many dead clones, or severly damaged clones on his hands. With salvaged, but completely usable bacta tanks, he healed them to fighting condition, and made them part of his crew. Currently he is on Tatooine, at his secret workshop.

 

Character Roster
HEN-WIL SHAKRIV - Climperoonie
CIN DRALLIG - RuneEisahn
MARCUS ALEXANDER DE CALIENCIO - Sith_King
JAR'THEN KALPZER - Spatz
REDREG - LittleDawg

That's enough people! We can begin!

 

Username: Littledawg 1
Name: Redreg
Faction: Jedi
Secondary Faction/Rank: Jedi Knight
Appearence: http://students.ou.edu/A/Alexander.A.Ansari-1/jedi_mae.jpg
Personality: Aggresive
Age: 25
Force Sensitivity (Select one): High
Weapons: Lightsaber(Blue) The Force
Lightsaber combat form (If applicable): Form 5 Djem So
Ship/Transport: Jedi Star Fighter
Biography: Redreg was discovered on Coruscant and was taken to be a Jedi. He has a High Force Sensitivity due to his Jedi Mother and Father. When Order 66 was issued he was on a mission to Alderaan and when he heard of the Jedi "Rebellion" he stayed there under cover.

Approved.!!!

 

IC: Hen-Wil Shakriv
"Come on clones, let's win this war!" Hen-Wil Shakriv and padawan Emaj Boon destroyed the last few droids and deactivated their sabers. "Commander Jet, contact Corusant. Tell them that we've wiped out the droids on Ord Mantell!"

"Yes sir!" Jet obliged. He pulled out his holocom. "Hold on, I have an incoming transmission from the Chancellor." He activated it and a hooded figure, blue and streaked with lines, appeared.

"Commander Jet, it is time. Execute Order 66." He told them.

"Will be done, my lord." He said. The Comm turned off, and the Clones turned to look at the Jedi, "I'm sorry, General Shakriv."

"What?" Suddenly, Hen-Wil and Emaj sensed a surge in the force, and he activated his purple blade and she turned on her pink one. They barely managed to block a barrage of blaster fire from the battalion of Clones, "We need to get to the top of the cliff when I say!" He told Emaj whilst they continued their defence. "Now!" The two leapt up onto the top of the rocky outcropping, safe for the while.

 

OOC: YAYS!!

IC: Jar'then

As Jar'then walks through the ground assault section of his workshop, he notes that one of the B2s was fixing up the main cannon of an AAT. He walks over to the dock and boards his ship, the Shadow Weaver, and prepares to take off, his troops still working on repairing all of the vehicles he has recovered over the past years. His destination was Nar Shadaa, where he had recently recieved a request for an assassaination, by the request of the Aruk Besadii Aora. The target, a Rodian smuggler who failed at delivering the spice to his target in time. This Rodian was said to living in a hotel in the Duros Sector, his job, kill the Rodian in any means possible, without allowing the head to be damaged. Jar'then hoped that he would be able to once again bring life to his lightsaber skills.

Tag: Anyone who ends up along Jar'then's path...

 

IC: Hen-Wil Shakriv
Hen-Wil looked down at the Clone battalion, who were preparing to mobillise and get to the top of the cliff. Emaj shook her head.

"We're done for." She said.

"Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this soon enough." Hen-Wil told his padawan.

"But it's easy to figure out our chances. The ratio for Jedi to Droid deaths is 1:75. The ratio for Clone to Droid deaths is 1:50. Which means the Ratio for Jedi to Clone deaths is 1:25. And there's two of us, and two-hundred and fifty Clones. We're done for." Emaj defeatedly argued.

"You're ignoring everyhing I taught you. You need to see the posiivity in this situation. We can use the force. They can't. We have lightsabers. They don't." Hen-Wil smiled. "Come on, let's go find some shelter."

 

IC: Marcus Alexander De Caliencio

Marcus hovered his stolen RZ-1 A-wing interceptor above the docking floor, dropping the throttle slowly landed on the final property of Nar Shadaa's ground. The dust flew out from underneath his shuttle and he opened the pilot hood, the docking people pushed over a ladder for him to reach the ground. Finally on the ground another shuttle landed roughly on the deck, the pilot jumped out of the ship, the name Shadow Weaver was painted cleanly on the side, despite the rest of the ship that was covered with dust. Obviously in a hurry, the rider barely glanced around himself, though Marcus could tell he was a Force user by the heavy force of energy barreling from his being so Marcus strolled over, his blue skin reflecting against the dull background.

"Hello, NewComer, what brings you as well to the planet of Nar Shadaa? Business no doubt?"

TAG: Jar'then A.K.A. Spatz

 

GM Approved

Username: chanbill5390
Name: Mace Windu
Faction: Jedi
Secondary Faction/Rank: Master/Consular
Appearence: http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg11/Azdak66/136041mace20windu.jpg
Personality: Doesn't like to deal with any bantha excrement. Duty bound, but not beyond pounding in someone's chest if neccesary.
Age: 53
Force Sensitivity (Select one): High
Weapons: One Lightsaber
Lightsaber combat form (If applicable): Form VII Vaapad
Important NPCS: Occasional informant who gives him vital information.
Ship/Transport: Typical shuttle, nothing to catch attention.
Biography: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mace_Windu

Alternative- Though severely injured by the attack on him he miraculously landed on a passing trash barge, being caught in a soft cushion of garbage. He later ended up in a landfill but managed to get out. He lived for a few months in the lowest levels of Coruscant until he managed to find a transport he could use to get off world. He now lives in hiding on his homeworld Haruun Kal where he collects information on Imperial targets and gives them to Rebels, allowing serious damage to be done in a short period of time. He is one of the largest thorns in Palpatines side.

Side Note- He has had a cybernetic hand made to replace the one he lost.

 

IC: Mace Windu

"NO!!!" Anakin shouted bringing his lightsaber down on Mace's wrist. Mace shouted in pain as Sidious raised his hands, a maniacal grin across his wrinkled and sagging face.

"POWER!!!" he shouted as a powerful blast of Force Lightning shot out at the defenseless Jedi Consular. "UNLIMITED POWER!!!" the Sith added as he sent more energy into the attack causing Mace's entire being to sieze up in agony as he was hurled out the window of the Chancellor's office.

Mace fell for some time before falling into a stationary trash barge, landing softly on the refuse collected from the nearby entertainment sector of Coruscant, thrown out food, and other such things cushioning his fall. Still unconscience he was whisked off by the barge to the lower levels of Coruscant to a dumping ground. He and the load the barge was carrying was dropped down. By the time Mace finally awoke he had discovered he was without a hand and covered in garbage. He crawled out andd stumbled weakly to the nearest building. Unaware of who he was the people living there gave him food and shelter as well as medical treatment for his missing hand. He stayed a few nights and left, leaving nothing behind, vanishing like a ghost.

He spent the next couple months rummaging through the trash yard he had been dropped in and found the tools neccesary to build himself a new hand, using the Force he surgically attatched it to the stump of his wrist. This same day he came across an abandoned shuttle craft. he boarded it, reactivated it's systems and took off for his homeworld of Haruun Kal, a place he knew he'd be safe in, his presense would disappear into the rest of the chaotic energies of the world. He had spent a few weeks there when he was contacted by the starts of a Rebel force, he instantly agreed to help in any way he could, spending much time gathering information and relaying it to these forces, resulting in heavy Imperial losses at the hands of hit and run squirmishes from the Rebels.

TAG: Any Rebels or Jedi who wish to make contact.

 

IC: Mace Windu

"NO!!!" Anakin shouted bringing his lightsaber down on Mace's wrist. Mace shouted in pain as Sidious raised his hands, a maniacal grin across his wrinkled and sagging face.

"POWER!!!" he shouted as a powerful blast of Force Lightning shot out at the defenseless Jedi Consular. "UNLIMITED POWER!!!" the Sith added as he sent more energy into the attack causing Mace's entire being to sieze up in agony as he was hurled out the window of the Chancellor's office.

Mace fell for some time before falling into a stationary trash barge, landing softly on the refuse collected from the nearby entertainment sector of Coruscant, thrown out food, and other such things cushioning his fall. Still unconscience he was whisked off by the barge to the lower levels of Coruscant to a dumping ground. He and the load the barge was carrying was dropped down. By the time Mace finally awoke he had discovered he was without a hand and covered in garbage. He crawled out andd stumbled weakly to the nearest building. Unaware of who he was the people living there gave him food and shelter as well as medical treatment for his missing hand. He stayed a few nights and left, leaving nothing behind, vanishing like a ghost.

He spent the next couple months rummaging through the trash yard he had been dropped in and found the tools neccesary to build himself a new hand, using the Force he surgically attatched it to the stump of his wrist. This same day he came across an abandoned shuttle craft. he boarded it, reactivated it's systems and took off for his homeworld of Haruun Kal, a place he knew he'd be safe in, his presense would disappear into the rest of the chaotic energies of the world. He had spent a few weeks there when he was contacted by the starts of a Rebel force, he instantly agreed to help in any way he could, spending much time gathering information and relaying it to these forces, resulting in heavy Imperial losses at the hands of hit and run squirmishes from the Rebels.

TAG: Any Rebels or Jedi who wish to make contact.

 

Upon arrival Jar'then finds himself face to face with a Chiss(?) who, by what he could tell, was strong in the force.

"Hello newcomer, what brings you as well to the planet of Nar Shadaa? Business no doubt?" He greets me, keeping his charisma in place. Jar'then looks at the Chiss in a way that could scare children, trying to see what the mans intentions were. Only feeling a cloud, he discerned that the man was slightly bent to the dark, though Jar'then didn't care.

"Yeah, I'm here to see a bounty..." Jar'then replies, patting the only to obvious saber at his side. "A simple kill and retrieve head. I feel sorry for the poor Rodian who ticks off his Hutt boss. And yes I felt your force presence too, so don't bother hiding it..." Jar'then says lowly at the end. He then proceeds to the hotel target, leaving the Dark Jedi the option to follow him.

Tag: Marcus

OOC: (His ship is a YZ light freighter craft, wookiepedia it, it's freaking awesome.)

 

IC- Redreg

Redirecting the last of the laser fire, and the last clone fell. Redreg thought to himself, "Third raid this weak, the Empire is practicaly breathing down my neck." finishing his thought Senator Bail Organa rounded the corner with a squad of guards on his heels.

"Master Jedi, are you alright?" Organa asked.

"Senator, I already told you I never got to become a master, but to answer your question, yes I am... ok. But I am afriad I must part company with your planet, my Location is known and Darth Vader will come to kill me, but I think Nar Shadaa may be a good spot to lay low for a while, and don't worry I shall return, I promise." Redreg said as he left the now burned hallway.

"Goodbye, my old friend." Senator Organa breathed as he walked away slowly.

"R-3, set our coordinates for Nar Shadda, we have a Sith to defeat."

Tag: Marcus.

 

OOC: Marcus is an Aruzan not a Chiss. Very similar in appearances except no red eyes, and different planet, Aruzan's also have sharp teeth and long curly nails.

IC: Marcus Alexander De Caliencio
Nar Shadaa

Marcus just stared as the man left, uninterested he shifted away towards the machinery salvage building, a Jawa awaited him, though it seemed out of place being so far from Tatooine. He gibbered at Marcus wanting to sell him something of interest, a droid it was, approximately old yet still in working condition. Marcus looked closer at the Protocol droid, much rust had taken to the body of the droid, its circuit no doubt rusted as well; Marcus shook his head and the Jawa nodded and motioned to a smaller trinket, much like a vocal transmitter this seemed to produce an image along with it, it also was not as good looking. The Jawa gibbered again, and handed it to Marcus to look at, turning it over and over in his hands Marcus didn't see anything wrong with it except for the outer casing. A big gust of wind blew from the sky as a big ship lowered down, Marcus shielded his eyes from the blowing dust and rocks.

TAG: Redreg!

 

IC: Jar'then

Jar'then grinned as he learned of the room the Rodian was in. The poor piece of trasj thought he could re-earn it, and had taken intrest in a female Rodian singer. They were currently in his room together, doing what was to be imagined. Jar'then proceeded to the door of the room, opening slowly and cautiously. The enjoyed female sighing was as noticable as possible, and thus, they hadn't noticed Jar'then's entry. All lights were dimmed, and thus Jar'then was invisible. As he proceeded to the bedroom, he found his bounty had finished, and was heading to the bathroom. Jar'then quickly and silently entered it before the Rodian could, awaiting the surprised look. As the Rodian entered, he turned on the light and glorified in all of the cash he had swindled from the female during their 'pleasure'. As he washed his face and looked up into the mirror, he saw Jar'then's looming face, saber aglow.

"Auruk is most displeased..." Jar'then says as the Rodian breathed inwards to scream. With a quick swipe his head came clean off, and his body slumped to the ground, blood contained due to the burns. As he left the bath room, he smiled menacingly to the female, holding the head, and tossing her valuables to her. As she saw the head, she fainted, obviously with shock and disgust.

As Jar'then boarded his ship, he saw that a Jedi starfighter had landed, and the A-wing was still there.
Strange people... Jar'then thought himself smiling inwards. Upon arrival of Nal Hutta, Jar'then put on a breathing mask, the outdoor enviorment was enough to make some people gag on inhalation. Landing on Aruk's private platform, Jar'then got off of his ship, and proceeded to the Hutt's palace. Once inside, he removed the mask, and proceeded to the chambers, with the head in a sack cloth bag. As he entered the chambers, he could hear the disgusting slurping of the Hutt eating.

"Ah, how nice to see that my hunter suceeded, or at least I hope you did..." The enormous Hutt bellowed in Huttese.

"Nice to see you too, your exellency." Jar'then replies, bowing. Aruk laughs as he inches forwards on his hover platform.

"And the head?" Aruk asks, looking curiously at the bag. Jar'then pulls the head out, revealing its undamaged features. "Ah, cleanly cut! No less from an experienced assassain! Aruk says, bellowing his echoy laughs. "Now, what was the payment? Ah, yes, one of those Imperial Star Destroyers! Well, I pulled some contacts, and its currently hanging in the atmosphere, good thing you chose to take multiple jobs to stack up the value of reward, this may help you on future excursions! But you do wish to still aid me, if I call on you, correct?" Noding, Jar'then replies,

"Yes your exellency, but remember, only during this half of a standard year, I still must look like a respectable repairman..."

"Ah, but of course, I know how to make those who make me happy, happy!" Aruk replies happily, "You may now go, I shall call on you if I need your many available services." Jar'then nods, and leaves the room, smiling inward at the fact that he had gained a large new possetion.

Tag: No-one

 

IC- Redreg

"Blast there go's my rear landing skid... again! Im going to have to get that fixe... R-5 thats him, release my hatch on three........three now!" Redreg's cockpit hatch exploded with such a force that it blew every thing around it even the unfortunate Jawa who had been unfortunate to be there.

"Who are you, the Jedi demanded flashing his lightsaber in his hand, to state what he was thinking." "Come now don't be shy." Redreg mocked waiting for the sith to attack.

Tag: Marcus

 

Jar'then jumped at the disturbance in the force, two users, obviously not pleased with the other. Quickly he boarded the Shadow Weaver, flew it too the waiting reward, and back to Nar Shaddaa. Upon arrival he once again boards his freighter, and lands it upon the moon, seeing that the star fighter had crashed, and that the two force users were on a stand off of sorts.

Tag: RedDawg, Marcus

 

GM Approved.


Name: Lucius Zeven
Faction: Fringe
Secondary Faction/Rank: Freighter captain

Appearence: Average height, short light brown hair, no distinguishing marks, unusually dark, intense eyes,

Personality:Lucius cares about money. He is always thinking about tomorrow and where the next credit will come from. While he is a smuggler he has an unusual sense of loyalty to his crew. He also hates the Republic because of what they did to the Jedi (in his eyes anyway)

Age: 27
Force Sensitivity (Select one): None
Weapons: Assortment of blasters and blaster rifles

Important NPCS:
Mossi, his co-pilot and navigator, a verpine

Rhak Spayr, his mechanic, a Dug

Ship/Transport: Ground Pounder, a modified version of a Mandalorian assault shuttle. The Ground Pounder was gutted to created extra cargo space and some secret compartments. The weapons and shields were upgraded to military-grade.

Biography: Lucius was born on Corellia but grew up on Coruscant. He was the son of a spacer who flew transports for the Jedi. When he grew old enough Lucius started to fly with his father and then the Clone Wars started. His father turned his cargo ship into a medical frigate and would fly through battle-zones picking up EV Clone pilots. At one point he crashed and was held captives with a bunch of clones but the Jedi saved him. One of the Clones that his father saved now serves Lucius.

One day before the war ended Lucius' father was killed in a conflict over Ord Mantell and his mother took her own life. The Jedi tried to take him in but Lucius would have no part and disappeared for a few years and recently turned up with his crew.



Name: Hondo Karr
Faction: Fringe
Secondary Faction/Rank: Hired Gun

Appearence: Looks exactly like Jango Fett

Personality: Has the look and grim determination of a hired killer. Everything is simple to him, he does what he is paid to do. He has very few loyalties. He is also a trifle insane because he is an unstable clone.
Age: Indeterminable.
Force Sensitivity (Select one): None
Weapons: DC-15 Blaster rifle, service blaster, assorted explosives

Ship/Transport: Works for Lucius Zeven on the Ground Pounder

Biography: Hondo Karr was one of the earliest versions of the ARC Null Trooper. His unit was given too intense a training regiment and most of them were either killed or drove themselves into dementia and took their own lives. An intense will to survive was also instilled in him and he avoided being put down by stowing away on a medical freighter flown by Lucius Zeven's father. Zeven's father ended up saving his life and Hondo Karr escaped to Mandalore where he picked up his name. When he returned towards the end of the Clone Wars he took a job with Lucius Zeven to honor Zeven's father.

 

IC: Lucius Zeven and Hondo Karr
Grounder Pounder
Ord Mantell

"Lucius." The voice of Jango Fett echoed in the empty cockpit.
Lucius jumped a little and drew his heavy blaster pistol from its thigh-holster. Before it got anywhere near the source of the voice strong hands ripped it from his grip but before he could protest it was being offered back to him, handle first.
"I'm sorry Hondo...you shouldn't sneak up on people." Lucius said defensively.
"Your Lucius...you might actually shoot me one day." Hondo said with no hint of humor.
"Did you come in here to taunt me or do you have a point?"
"I was monitoring the holocomm transmissions, looking for a good time to make our exit, and I came across this."

Hondo punched a few buttons on the console and an image of a robed person appeared.

"Its time Captain. Execute Order 66." the voice said.

As the hologram cut off Lucius stood up.
"I recognize the voice as Palpatine...but I didn't recognize him. And what is order 66?" Lucius said, thinking out loud.
"It is a classified order from Senator Palpatine. When issued the Clone Trooper Battalions are suppose to assassinate their Jedi Generals." Hondo said in a cold voice.
"WHAT!?" Lucius shouted.
"It is a classified-"
"I heard you! Can you trace that transmission and find out where it went?" Lucius said as his hands flew across the control panel, powering up their systems.
"I already have. Its already loaded into the NAV computer." Hondo replied.
"Good, strap in." Lucius keyed the intercom. "Mossi, Rhak, strap in guys, were blowing outta here."

Without waiting for confirmations that his crew was strapped in Lucius slammed the throttle forward. The assault shuttled blasted out of its hiding place in the wreckage of a crashed providence-class destroyer. The ship blasted through the lower stratosphere towards Hondo's coordinates. They blasted through the clouds and were greeted by a sea of white-clad Clone Troopers slowly making their way up a cliff.
Lucius brought his ship down towards the center of the cliff and set the auto-defenses of the assault shuttle.
"Mossi, Rhak, Hondo and I are heading out to check for survivors...stay here if you see any Clone troopers...blast em...if you start to get over run, it means were dead." Lucius said as he strapped on his demolition belt.

Lucius keyed the landing ramp and slowly moved out, half-expecting to be gunned down or sliced in half by a lightsaber. Hondo moved out behind Lucius, cradling his Westar M-5 rifle. His armor was a mix of Mando and Null-Class ARC armor. He moved the prowess of trained warrior, of the most elite class. Lucius, on the other hand moved like a crazed gunman, ready to blast everything that moved.
"Jedi! Are there any Jedi Left?!" Lucius bellowed.

<Tag: Hen-Wil Shakriv>

 

IC: Marcus

"Who are you, come on, now don't be shy." The Jedi seemed to mock Marcus.

Displeased Marcus frowned upon the man before him, before bursting into a dead and hollow laughter, drawing his own saber it ignites, casting the red glow upon his face.

"My name is Marcus, Jedi, why do you want to know? I'm am just an innocent bystander, not wanting any trouble..." Marcus said through his sly smile. "I doubt we need to go to so much extremity, don't you?" He cooed back, mocking in just the same manner.

TAG: LittleDawg

 

IC- Redreg

"Standing there with a lightsaber ignited in your hand is not exactly innocent. You either stole it or you made it. So i'm going to asume you made it, Sith. So you can fight and you will die or you can not fight and only fall off this dock for a couple of hours and then die, like the poor Jawa you were asociating with. So what way do you choose?" Redreg mocked back igniting his own Blue Lightsaber.

Tag: Marcus