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Post by NightBlade on Apr 11, 2015 14:34:23 GMT
(707 I'm probably referring to all of the above) (Well crappers, he left and now I need to find something else to do here. xP) (Wait. I GOT IT. WookieeElf: TIME FOR SOME REVOLUTIONARY PLANNING!!)
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 11, 2015 16:26:51 GMT
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 11, 2015 16:31:22 GMT
(Too bad I can't multitask enough to discreetly type up new characters on my phone at work... xP)
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 13, 2015 15:17:13 GMT
((Sorry for poofing again, guys--although I must say, I'm quite pleased with the direction this thread is going. LET THE FIFTH BATTLE OF THE TYTHON TEMPLE BEGIN! :D :D :D)) ((I don't have much time before I head off to work, so I'm just gonna post for Aza. I'll catch up with Kazadan and Essa later.))
Aza hesitated a moment. Sixteen years of training demanded that she stay and defend the Temple--wasn't this her home? Weren't the Jedi her friends, comrades, mentors? No. She ground her teeth. I hate this place. I hate myself in this place... it's time to go. Aza drew her saber and thundered off in the direction of the docking bay. Master Cale's ship--the one she intended to steal--was waiting in the first row of cruisers near the door.
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Post by Kirenyth Fireblade on Apr 13, 2015 15:19:30 GMT
((I'd love to join! I just have to finish some tweaks to my characters))
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 13, 2015 19:39:46 GMT
((YAY REVOLUTION! Here are my characters, NightBladeName: Aran Runi ‘Soul Guardian’ Age: Twenty Appearance: Curly medium-blond hair, soft blue eyes and tanned skin, only smiles when in his sister’s company. 5’11’ but has a slim build. Clothing/Armor: Usually goes around with his blood-red coat, but, if going into a scrap, he’ll wear his green beskar’gam (green stands for duty—his duty to his sister) Weapons: A Verpine Rifle and various mods to his armor. Strengths/Weaknesses: With the combination of a strong will and sound mind, Aran can get things done with record speed…unless his sister is involved and could possibly get hurt. Then he’s very indecisive. History: Born and raised a Mandalorian on the plains, moved to the city when he was sixteen and had lost his father. Worked multiple jobs at once to keep his family cared for, but soon lost his mother due to shoddy hospitals and poor welfare. Now he takes care of his sister and prays the same thing won’t happen to her. Personality: Quiet around strangers, but can be quite a wild card around his sister and close friends. Extremely protective of his sister. Name: Evaar Runi ‘Young Soul’ Age: Nineteen. Appearance: Soft chestnut hair hanging down to her waist, deep blue eyes and freckles across her nose. 5’7’ with a willowy build. Clothing/Armor: Usually seen in a white tunic, brown trousers and a blaster at her belt. She keeps her blue beskar’gam in her closet, waiting for the day to use it—if her brother lets her. Weapons: Since her mother never liked letting her play with guns, Evaar is very handy with knives, since she could practice using them while doing the dishes. Strengths/Weaknesses: Her pretty face has fooled many a man into thinking she’s a weakling. She quickly proves them wrong. She trusts those she allowed to become closer to her with her life, but becomes blind to any sort of inkling to betrayal. History: Same as her brother, but stayed at home to take care of their mother when she fell ill. Now she works a job at a produce market, helping her brother keep their tiny home in their possession. Personality: Very shy around new people, but warms up quickly in the right circumstances. Like her brother, she’d do anything to keep him safe. I'll put in an introduction later. I've got a birthday party to clean up for...))
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Post by Kirenyth Fireblade on Apr 15, 2015 15:30:10 GMT
((I'm changing some details with my characters as well as adding one. I changed Zelaric and Brathiel's names.
(Formerly Zelaric Starfalcon) Name: Lawrken Manklev Pronunciation: LARK-en MAN-klev Age: 30-ish Gender: Male Position: Jedi Master Race: Human cyborg Description: 6'5", Broad-shouldered, Brown hair, blue eyes(left eye can't be seen due to an ICT lens covering it) Personality: Mostly light-hearted, but can get serious when it comes to cracking down to the mission at hand. Likes to do things in an unconventional manner, thus earning the not-so-popular title 'grey Jedi'. History: Was born a prince of a planet in the mid rim, but narrowly escaped death when his home planet exploded when he was a child, damaging over 40% of his body, including most of his brain. His parents took him to the jedi for healing, and discovered that he was a force-sensitive. Weapons: A green lightsaber, sometimes two, and a shock whip. Armour: Usually shoulder and chest armor over standard Jedi attire. Abilities: Due to his cybernetic nature, he is great at thinking analytically, independent, skilled in shien/djem so lightsaber combat, skilled in morichro, can create force barriers, and one of the few Jedi masters who practice force lightning. He also has amazing insight, and can sniff out a hoax or a trap fairly easily. Weaknesses: Although he is good at analytical thinking, he can be very impulsive at times, and has a VERY low patience level. Other: Being a so-called 'grey jedi', the only way he was able to make it to the rank of master was the fact that his apprentice, Braytris Sandgar, graduated to knighthood. This was due to the fact that he disagreed with many of the philosophies of the order, especially its disposed view on romance and other emotional attachments.
(Formerly Brathiel Silverhawk) Name: Braytris Sandgar Pronunciation: BRAY-tris SAND-gar Age: 20 Gender: Male Position: Jedi Knight Race: Omwati Cybernetics: Robotic left hand, many tools/mini-weapons concealed inside Description: 6'10", willowy build, blue skin, blonde feather-like hair, deep blue eyes Personality: Impatient, fast talker, hates being late, likes cracking jokes but isn't great at it, generally in a lighthearted mood but can be rather short-tempered. History: Undiscovered by the Jedi until about 5, the only one who convinced the order to let him be trained was Zelaric Starfalcon, who would eventually become his master. Much later, during a mission, they were faced with a powerful sith lord who was adept in force illusion, who used this power to surround them in an "army" of sith. They fought at first, but Brathiel saw through the illusion, and attacked the real sith lord. However, the sith used force illusion and force masquerade to make himself appear dead. This time, he only partially saw through the illusion, and couldn't recover in time to fully deflect a strike from the side, causing him to lose his left hand. Weapons: Blue lightsaber, but is adept with most any weapon he can get his hands on. Mostly prefers ranged weapons. Armor: durasteel pauldron on his left shoulder Strengths: Exceptional in his abilities with the force, especially with force sight, and proficient in Ataru. Weaknesses: impatient, often has a short temper, sometimes has trouble concentrating on a project. Also has a tendency to make jokes at the wrong time. Other: often uses force sight instead of using his eyes, good friends with Zakar Norlang.
(The new guy) Name: Zakar Norlang (Zak for short) Pronunciation: ZACK-ar NOR-lang Race: Epicanthix (near-human) Age: 22 Gender: Male Position: mercenary (sympathetic toward the Jedi) Description: lean, medium build, about 6'3", black hair, sharp features, green eyes Personality: likes to work alone, snarky, enjoys an occasional joke at someone else's expense, can't always be trusted but will help his friends History: Orphaned at an early age with 2 younger siblings, life on the city planet of Eriadu was very unforgiving. He quickly learned not to trust anyone, but also learned to protect. Once, he got into a fight with a group of thugs, but was saved from being killed by a Jedi and his Padawan, who had happened to be walking by. He became friends with the Padawan, Braytris, and helped him and Lawrken on several of their missions. Later, he became a merchant (and smuggler), but had his ship ravaged by Trandoshan thugs, urging him to get revenge, forsaking his career as a merchant for the mercenary lifestyle. weapons: S-40 assault techblade, DT-57 heavy blaster pistol, particle beam blaster pistol, along with other mini weapons installed on his armor. Proficient with almost any ranged weapon. Armor: modified Mandalorian armor he stole from a bounty hunter, custom helmet, several weapons/gadgets concealed inside other: hates rodents.
Let me know where I can sneak in!))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Apr 16, 2015 1:53:30 GMT
(( Leilani Sunblade: That's my perception too. Also, I'd like to discuss this subplot through PM, especially this new revelation of Elius. I have plans—plans I think you'll like in varying degrees—that require other story elements to fall in place beforehand.)) Colour bled from Elius's blue eyes, leaving behind a marbled stone-grey. He wrenched his blade from Samuel's cross and blasted him backwards with a surge of the Force. "All things, perhaps…except me." With Ver's lightsaber impaling his stomach, he stepped backwards, off the saber, and smiled. "Helm thought he killed me once…although I was not Elius Imarien to him. I was Alastor Dragonhelm, Mandalorian slaver, intruder on Umbara. I died, or so he thought. You know of Cognition and Decimation. Yet I am Threeborn." He raised his lightsaber and smiled. "My third is Preservation." Then he stepped aside…revealing, a floor-to-ceiling mirror glowing a dim red. "Behold the Mirror of Shades, and your initiation as an Acolyte of Chaos."
Samuel gripped his lightsabers harder and scrambled to his feet. He stared at Elius. Ver had struck—yet Elius had survived. What other powers did he possess? As the fallen Imarien Protector moved away, the tractive force of the Mirror of Shades drew Samuel's gaze. For a second, the Mirror reflected the room, Elius, Ver, Io'Nahsé, Valene, the shattered doors. Its edges blurred, and everything else fell away. In the Mirror, he saw himself. Yet himself fitted badly. The Samuel Jyngar he saw had fallen. Yellow eyes, red lightsabers, utter hatred, blazing a trail of destruction through… …a massive circular hall, with robed warriors fighting with blue and green lightsabers against his unstoppable force. Behind him, a trail of dismembered bodies. A grim old warrior with straight black hair and a scarred face lowered his dual sabers. His eyes blazed in recognition. His lips formed a silent appeal…a name. Samuel stretched out a hand, but his reflection did not. Si Dan!He shook his head. That name? How did he know that name? His reflection attacked the warrior…Si Dan. The warrior defended stoutly, sabers flickering in a Juyo-Jar'Kai mix Samuel knew well. His reflection's eyes blazed yellow. He knocked away Si's green saber and thrust a blood-red blade into the Jedi's chest. With the other blade, he beheaded the crumpling Jedi and kicked his body off the bloodshine lightsaber. The cry of "No!" was stifled in Samuel's throat. With silent vengeance, his reflection moved on, engaging another Jedi and slaughtering him within moments. Urwen Kel! Yet how did he know that name? Names sprang to his mind each time his reflection killed another Jedi. Jian Kee…Neera Talinth…Valin Sarsis…Ti…Kian Shekk…Kazadan Sarsis…Abriel Tow… Then he stood in the Jedi Council Chamber, and his reflection faced two last warriors. Valene Imarien. Twee Do. Her blue blade was pointed at his throat. Her eyes were hard, pain-filled. Behind her stood the Rodian figure of Twee Do, holding a purple lightsaber to bely his position as Senator. Twee Do! How do I know that name?The reflection of Samuel Jynjar wasted not a second. The bloodshine lightsabers flashed, and Valene fell, her eyes clouding over. Twee Do lasted only a second longer, but his whisper made it to Samuel's ears before he collapsed. "What happened, Rual?" Rual!Heat blazed into his ears and neck. He stepped back and tripped, falling hard. Shattered memories pieced themselves together. Finally he remembered! Rual! Rual Dett! His name! Ver jerked her head away as the curtain fell, keeping her gaze on Elius. No. I will not look. I will not. Her lips curled bitterly as she eyed the former Imarien. Even when I get a good strike in, I fail. She knew she'd had no way of knowing, that Elius would likely be dead if not for this third power of his- but even so, the failure stung. The Mirror tugged at her gaze, seeming to call to her to look. Ver clenched her fists around her lightsaber and kept her eyes on Elius. I will not look!
Will you fail again, then? Whether it was her mind asking the question, or the Dark, or Elius, Ver was not sure. Yet it came all the same. Will you be too cowardly to face the Dark and conquer it? Will you hide your eyes like a frightened child? Ver's gaze flickered towards the Mirror for just a second, then away once more. There is no shame in avoiding a fight I cannot win. And yet- that was another failure. Should not a true Jedi be able to overcome this challenge?
Unable to resist longer, Ver looked up and faced the Mirror. For a moment, she saw only herself and her company, bathed in the chamber's bloody light. Then- a change. Still there was the chamber, still there was her company, but now they battled Elius once more, as well as a shadowy figure. And one by one her companions fell, each victim to a blow Ver could've stopped had she been a bit faster: Valene first, then Io'Nahsé, then Samuel. The scene changed. Now she and Ezar fled through the streets of Mandalore once more, chased by soldiers who, Ver knew instinctively, blamed her for another failure to succeed here. A blaster bolt hit Ezar in the back and he fell- Ezar, who had barely even known of the attack, who'd had nothing to do with Ver's own failings. Again and again the scene changed. Again and again others fell because of Ver's failures: soldiers, civilians, fellow Jedi. And then it was Dae fighting desperately beside Ver and- "No," Ver whispered, unaware she spoke aloud. "No, not Dae too. There must be another option." The Mirror flickered. The image changed once more. It still showed Ver- yet this was not the same Ver as before. This Ver was darkened, fallen, yet powerful beyond measure. She did not fail; no, she carried out her cold justice on all who fell short of her code, Sith and Jedi alike. Assassins, bounty hunters, Sith swordsmen, and Jedi Knights were sent to stop her- yet none could succeed. At last, none were left to challenge her- none but one. None but her own sister. "No," Ver whispered again as the battle began. "No, not Dae." But the battle went on, lightsabers flashing: yellow on blue. At last, in a burst of lightning, Dae fell, her lightsaber tumbling from her limp hand. Tears blurred Ver's view of whatever the Mirror showed next. Even in success, I fail. What good was she as a Jedi? As anything or anyone at all? Everything I do fails in the end.
Then- another thought. A name. It came not from her own mind but from outside herself, from that strange bond. Rual!
Ver looked up, blinked. "What-" she breathed. Rual Dett! My name!
It was Samuel's voice. Samuel's thought. Ver pulled her gaze from the Mirror to her companion, who had fallen to the ground. She recalled what she'd been told of Dett. Recalled some of the strange, muttered comments she'd overheard from Samuel. Rual is Samuel. Of course.
She knelt down, making sure Samuel- Rual- was all right, that she hadn't lost him again as soon as she'd found him. I haven't failed yet.
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 17, 2015 3:54:55 GMT
“I’m still tired,” Cald said, his lips twitching upwards. “And I feel like a lot of my history was just erased. Blah, this must be senility.” ––––– Casa glanced back at the voices. They were probably talking about him, probably still deciding whether they should trust him or not. He returned his gaze to the front and shrugged. They’d find out soon enough. Kazadan nodded in agreement. "Yes... I agree. Something's been erased. In fact, I feel like I archived two years of my life on a website that was hacked and subsequently destroyed." He sighed and clenched his fists. "Catastrophes like that are why the universe needs the Jedi Order, Cald. Somebody must prevent such abominable acts. Somebody must wreak justice upon the perpetrators so that all the geeky teenagers may rejoice in all caps." ((Okay, that was slightly sarcastic. :P Here's my real post...)) "Heh. I know that feeling..." Kazadan smiled whimsically. "Perhaps this senility of yours is contagious." __________ Essa listened to Pyre's message and waited for something--a spark of excitement, perhaps, or a pang of fear--but felt nothing. So what if Ka was a traitor? The idea would have arrested her attention a few weeks ago, but death wasn't fun anymore. Life wasn't fun. Fun wasn't fun. Essa sank to the floor beside her daughter's bed, feeling six years of revelry peel away like so many layers of dead skin. What had Nordan said about purpose? Something about living for the advancement of posterity... a lot of philosophogical nonsense that circled the target but never struck home. And Granny? When Essa came to her for direction, the old lady's advice was like a band-aid on a mortal wound. So she turned to bounty hunting. To adrenaline. To money. For awhile she found the meaning of life in a beer bottle, but after Alessa's accident, happiness had revealed its hollow interior. How could I have ignored you? she thought, and stroked Lessa's hair. You were here the whole time, and I was too drunk to notice. Now it was too late. Audri had already failed to heal her--surely the Jedi would as well. Essa buried her head in her daughter's quilt, waiting for Jate to admit defeat, he just sighed and said nothing. What did that mean? Had Alessa passed yet? She glanced up. Her daughter was asleep on a nest of bloody sheets. And the wound? Essa didn't want to look, but couldn't help herself. She followed Lessa's arm down to the wrist, expecting to find a gaping cut--but no. It was gone, covered by a patch of new pink skin. But how?Essa didn't care. She snatched her daughter up in a suffocating embrace, then turned to Jate and throttled him with a hug.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 17, 2015 4:30:59 GMT
Javez prowled around the cabin pensively. "That dar'jetii--bounty hunter--whatever. Pyre. When he said "this is how you repay me for helping you" or some oksik like that. The heck did he mean?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Apr 20, 2015 8:53:21 GMT
(( Leilani Sunblade: I think you suspected Helm of being Rual at one point. Had you suspected Samuel before this?)) (( NightBlade: I can't very well answer that, since none of my characters on the StarBlade know Pyre, and I'm not sure if anyone else remembers Pyre saying that to Javez. But Pyre meant that in return for saving Javez's life when Javez blew up Avarice Khan's army with the baradium missile, Javez shot him and kicked him off the team.)) “Rual Dett,” whispered Samuel as he struggled to his feet. “That’s who I am.” He pressed his empty hands against his head, winced, closed his eyes. “My memories are falling into place now. The Mirror can’t be invincible. Elius isn’t as powerful as he says he is.”
“I heard that, Dett.” Elius returned to his throne and deactivated his lightsaber. “Since you obviously won’t sit still and I have work to do…” He closed his eyes and smiled. “Ah. Haleth is here.” Sickly yellow mists poured into the chamber from the hall beyond and bathed in the red light. An armoured, cloaked figure appeared in the midst of the fog and ignited twin bars of red, a bloodshine doublesaber. The mists retreated to swirl around him, and in a mantle of fog Haleth stalked into the chamber. His helmet’s dark visor seemed to latch on to Ver’s eyes. He attacked in a whirling blur of red, a battlestorm of incredibly swift blows. Yet in the midst of the storm, the Force moved just as fast, prompting Ver to dodge, block, attack, as if the opponents had bonded in some way.
Cald clenched a fist. “All caps? ALL CAPS? How dare you blaspheme grammar!” ((JK.)) “Hopefully not.” Cald shrugged. “There are certain people back on Tython who I wouldn’t want to infect with senility.” He raised his hood as Casa paused before a door and pressed a combination of buttons, then bowed aside to let them enter. Eight blasters opened fire, loosing a volley of orange plasma bursts. Cald’s hand dropped to his saber, but the Force had not warned him. He was blind to the Force.
Jate allowed Essa to hug him for a few seconds, them gently pushed her away and inclined his head. “If I may be of any further service, let me know.” The Temple of Jahn.Elius’s fingers constricted on the armrests. Grey smoke issued from his nostrils. Accelerate the pain. Consume the pain.A shuddering groan tore from his narrowing throat, and the smoke sank to his stomach. Now I am healed. Now I may begin.Within seconds, the visage of Mandalore City formed in his mind’s eye. Mandalore City.Lestan Imarien stood on the ramparts of Battle Hall and watched the night skies. This was his retreat—his solace when he was troubled. Tonight, trouble had come of its own accord. The commander of Craven Wolf, Harn Shate, had disobeyed the Mandalore’s ban on hunting Uradan Jorq and had taken the entire legion to the Temple of Jahn. So said his daughter after the Silver Guard had investigated Harn’s mansion. Who could they trust? Shate had disobeyed. Shate, a personal confidante of Mandalore the Steadfast. Had he defected? His daughter had refused to speak further. So the Silver Guard had taken every occupant of the mansion into custody. Only a handful of people, really. Aryn Shate, the commander’s daughter; Kanner and Daniss Ellaere, brother and sister, valets of Shate’s household; Jom Kindle, the butler; and a young dark-haired man without identification. But Iriselle Jarone had identified him. A Jedi. The Jedi were meddling in Mandalore’s matters again. As an Imarien Protector, Lestan held nothing against the Jedi in their affinity to the Force. He only wished they would take care of the rest of the galaxy, and let the Protectors take care of their own. He stared at the stars and marvelled at the purplish aura around the visible arms of the galaxy. The streetlights had gone out a few hours earlier. The entire power web had failed, actually. More trouble, but it gave him a better view of the sky for the few minutes he’d be able to catch up here. In his mind’s eye, he drew lines between the familiar stars of the Spear. The red star in the Spearpoint shone bright. Too bright. Mist erupted around him. He covered his face and screamed. Fingers of rock pierced the ramparts from within Battle Hall. In the midst of the fog, an immense shape rose from the ground, a mountain of stone, indistinct in the shifting shadows. Out in the darkness, houses tore apart. Men shouted. Women and children screamed. But the shouts and screams suddenly cut off—replaced by dying gasps. And in the fog, the red light in the sky glowed brighter, brighter, brighter. As the ground continued to shake, shards of rock pelted Lestan’s body. He ducked and covered his head, willing the devastation to stop. Yet the sounds of destruction and death continued on…and on…and on… The Jedi. His mind latched onto the thought and would not let it go. He leapt through the hole in Battle Hall’s roof left by the rock spires, grabbed a fallen spear, and rushed toward the prison cells. The Jedi. The Jedi would know how to help. Free the Jedi.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Apr 20, 2015 12:48:08 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon Pendragon: Yes, I did suspect Helm at one point and then felt quite silly when I realized that he was the wrong species, which I could've figured out by looking at his form. After that, and when you started putting in the hints about Samuel/Rual not remembering things, I transferred my suspicions to him and was, by this point, pretty much just waiting for confirmation. Also, I have new suspicions about Haleth . . . most of them stemming from your last sentence.)) ((*will make an actual character post later, hopefully later today and not later tomorrow*))
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2015 19:08:26 GMT
( Dmitri Pendragon: I remember you already explained it once before, but Javez was not privy to either of these conversations so thus he does not know. He believes (reasonably, you have to admit) that Essa and Audri, knowing them both to be Force users, did it without Pyre's involvement. Both Essa and AUdri are available to answer him though) (Also, is any of your recent post in reference to the insurrection?)
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2015 20:14:22 GMT
((Guys... I have invented a french smiley: :(D <---- See his mustache?))
Kazadan goof grins say lolz idk how i dar but i do lolololol gramer 4 teh wen NOT pazma bult hut hem he die THE END
((I kid, I kid. ;) ))
Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Kazadan wasn't sure what, but when the Force shifted, he dropped to the floor and tried to tackle Cald down with him. Five blasts sizzled overhead. One plugged the wall. Three hit the floor. Another ricocheted and punched a hole in his cloak, reminding him of man's mortality and that retirement plan he'd passed up. "Oh dear." That was as close as Kazadan came to swearing. "Should've expected this..." He threw out a hand, trying to push the enemy back with the force, then drew his saber.
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"AGGH. GAH." Essa was breathing hard. "I mean who'd thought have the stupid was gonna just you know. Did I really hug this guy?" Nervous laugh. "Oh geez. I should probably shut up." But she didn't. "Thank. Much." Essa turned back to her daughter, glorying in the knowledge that they would be alive next morning, and the morning after that, and the morning after that. Javez sounded distant. Muffled, even, as though he were speaking from the far end of a tunnel. Essa's reply was equally soft. "He saved your life, remember?"
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2015 20:27:36 GMT
(WUT. WOAH. 8{D ) Javez kept pacing in erratic patterns around the cabin, leaning over with his arms crossed tightly behind his back. " How? When? He was just a pain up the shebs until we fought and he left." ( Lylyss: You want to a) get the Blaster Corps into the Temple, and b) wanna get into the Mandalorian insurrection?
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2015 20:34:19 GMT
((Lol. :<D))
"No." Essa shook her head, still distracted. "No, we needed another force-sensitive to make the shield over you... the three of us linked up telepathically. I don't think we wouldn't made it otherwise." She sighed. "Funny, huh?"
EDIT
((Sounds like fun, but I've got a lot on my plate already. :( I'm only able to battle so much today because I got off work through a freak accident.))
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2015 20:36:52 GMT
(Hahahaha) Javez stopped pacing and swore, then looked at her with an almost-comical expression. "Wait, what?" (Aw. Ok )
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2015 20:39:13 GMT
Essa shrugged, misunderstanding his shock. "I know, it's crazy to laugh at a near-death experience, but I never claimed to be sane."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2015 21:07:58 GMT
Javez scowled. "Well---but why the shab would he---ugh. I don't care. If I don't see him again, that's fine. But he still >bzzzz<ed me off." He shook his head. "We need to make course for Ossus...looks like we have family blood to smooth out." ----- Here's some look-alikes I found for some of my CaC2 characters: The guy on the left is a lot like how I picture Javez, but with more of a traditional Mando nose This guy looks like how I picture Traull, but with more of a maniacal grin on his face She looks like Kayma: And this looks like Attachments:
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2015 5:02:26 GMT
(( NightBlade: Ooh, sweet! The lady does look like how I imagined Kayma. I've attached a pic below of how I've pictured Kara for a while now...)) Attachments:
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Apr 21, 2015 6:16:16 GMT
(( Leilani Sunblade: Yeah, Samuel’s fractured memory is a bit of a giveaway. And are your suspicions about Haleth good or bad?)) (( NightBlade: Ah. I don’t remember Javez not hearing the conversations, but I see. And in regards to your question, no, none of that is in reference to the insurrection. I don’t think I’ll play a part in the insurrection. That picture looks quite similar to how I imagine Javez.)) Seven enemies collapsed under Kazadan’s Force push, some firing blasts into the ceiling as they did so. The eighth extended a hand, blocking the Force push in some way while holding a blade to an elderly Kaminoan’s throat. Cald rolled to his feet and ignited his lightsaber. “Now, while they’re out!” If only the Force could speak for him, make his intentions known to the older Jedi. But no.
A faint smile curved Jate’s lips, and his eyebrow rose in a manner mimicking…mimicking his older brother. “I expect you want to know who I am and why I’m on your cruiser.”
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2015 12:39:57 GMT
"Alright, I guess." Essa bit her lip. Ossus was not the destination she had in mind, but if Javez wanted to go home, then so be it. To Jate, she just smirked. Her former good spirits were coming back. "Oh, so you're not my fairy godmother? You didn't fall out of the sky to heal Lessa and service my every whim?"
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2015 12:45:01 GMT
Kazadan came up right behind Cald and was about to strike as well--but then he saw the elderly Kaminoan. "No! Careful! He's got a hostage."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 21, 2015 13:25:21 GMT
( Dmitri Pendragon: Nope. Javez is never privy to our parenthetical conversations) ( Lylyss: Ossus? Home? "Home" is where we just left") ( WookieeElf: Cool! Same color hair too?) "Course...set." Javez finished up plotting the course and threw the hyperspace lever, watching the stars blur before heading back out into the cabin. ----- The cool metal of a blaster muzzle came to rest gently at the base of Jate's skull, as a pair of faintly reflective eyes blinked from the dim corner behind him. "Not to interrupt," Ka Vardak's gravelly voice spoke up, "but you would be...?"
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Apr 22, 2015 1:27:11 GMT
(( Leilani Sunblade: Yeah, Samuel’s fractured memory is a bit of a giveaway. And are your suspicions about Haleth good or bad?)) “Rual Dett,” whispered Samuel as he struggled to his feet. “That’s who I am.” He pressed his empty hands against his head, winced, closed his eyes. “My memories are falling into place now. The Mirror can’t be invincible. Elius isn’t as powerful as he says he is.” ––––– “I heard that, Dett.” Elius returned to his throne and deactivated his lightsaber. “Since you obviously won’t sit still and I have work to do…” He closed his eyes and smiled. “Ah. Haleth is here.” Sickly yellow mists poured into the chamber from the hall beyond and bathed in the red light. An armoured, cloaked figure appeared in the midst of the fog and ignited twin bars of red, a bloodshine doublesaber. The mists retreated to swirl around him, and in a mantle of fog Haleth stalked into the chamber. His helmet’s dark visor seemed to latch on to Ver’s eyes. He attacked in a whirling blur of red, a battlestorm of incredibly swift blows. Yet in the midst of the storm, the Force moved just as fast, prompting Ver to dodge, block, attack, as if the opponents had bonded in some way. (( Dmitri Pendragon: They're . . . sort of neutral, I suppose. Bad in some ways, but possibly good in others. It could go either way, really.)) "And thank goodness for that," Ver muttered in response to Samuel's words, turning to face the newcomer. Her lightsaber sprang to life once more as she met his initial attack. In the first few moves, she followed the Force with a touch of hesitation, wary of more corrupting, betraying Darkness. But as the battle went on, she let the Force guide her saber, her feet, her arms, freely. It did not feel Dark- not as the rest of this place did. In fact . . . She aimed a strike at the hilt of her opponent's saber, hoping to sever it. "Who are you?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Apr 23, 2015 5:38:47 GMT
"If anything, I would be a fairy godfather. But no, I'm not." Jate tilted his head as Ka's blaster pressed into him and addressed his words to Ka. "I am Jate Evicci. A friend of a friend. And since bounty hunters are in general distrustful of rabble off the streets, as they should be, I chose to enter your cruiser unobserved and unarmed. You may search me. I have no weapons."
The armoured eighth enemy raised a hand in warning. "Don't come closer. I'm gonna cut him open if you come closer." Cald paused, holding his lightsaber defensively as the seven fallen enemies clambered to their feet. None of them were Kaminoans. Obviously strangers to Kamino. No wonder the natives had shied away from them when he and Kazadan had arrived. "What do you want with him?" The eighth tilted his head. "Huh?" The elderly Kaminoan punched the eighth in the neck and snatched away his blade as the enemy doubled over. He shot a glance at Kazadan and Cald and scrambled to his feet. "Don't hesitate on account of me!"
Haleth countered Ver's sun djem with a barrage of swift blows that pulled his saber hilt out of reach. "I am Haleth Travar. And I am more." He increased his speed, battering at Ver's guard with powerful strikes meant to wear her down.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2015 6:10:16 GMT
"A friend of a friend. Well. I feel comradery already." Ka replied in a completely dry tone as he lifted the muzzle and returned the blaster to his hip, taking a deceptively easy posture. "I suppose I should be ashamed of myself for not picking up on your presence earlier." He gave a small shrug of his head. "No matter... I do hope you are content to disembark on Ossus." He spoke in a slightly drawling, almost monotone voice that did not at all sounds like he "hoped" anything.
(Imagine his voice like a combination of Cad Bane and Burton's voice of Count Dooku) (Alas I am off to bed now)
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Apr 23, 2015 7:06:16 GMT
"Perfectly fine," said Jate. "I did hope to speak with Essa for a few minutes. After that, you may put me in a cell until we reach Ossus, if you are averse to my presence."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Apr 23, 2015 16:00:00 GMT
Ver met his strikes as she could, dodging those she could not easily parry. She did her best to give no more ground than necessary, to not allow him to drive her back even as the force of his strokes pounded her defense. "Travar? I knew a Travar." Knew of, at least. She'd rarely spoken to Jorus- their paths simply hadn't crossed often. "A great Jedi, he was." She sensed a possible opening before she saw it and darted inwards, stabbing forwards and slightly upwards.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Apr 24, 2015 21:00:17 GMT
"Indeed." For a second, Haleth paused, and Ver's stab took him in the chest. The beskar chestplate resisted her stab, and he swiftly batted the saber away, then stepped back, saber again at the ready. "He was my brother."
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