Topic: RPG - The Great Sith War

Tog splashed getting his torn cloak all wet. He had never been so happy in all his life. No more desert no more sand people just wide open oceans.<Ah paradise. After war Tog come back and live ere>. Tog got out of the water soaked to the bone. He gathered his things from the deck and left water tracks as he walked to his room. He picked one out and chose(sp?) it as his. In the saftey of his closed off room Tog took off his cloak. He opened his travel bag and pulled out a new one. He put it on. Tog then jumped on the bed. The Mon Calimaria's had weird beds. It was Squisy and bouncy like it was made of jelly. Tog quickly fell asleep on the strange bed.

((Guess my post didn't go through))

Kita sat on the beach, watching Garrison being bombarded by force water-balls created by the Younglings. She popped a sugar-coated warra nut in her mouth, and glanced over at their quaters. The two brooding, and pale, Jedi were sitting out on the walkway; dressed in their dark cowls. She'd left out their swiming-suits, but it didn't seem like the two were going to enjoy the picture-perfect day.Pity, it might be their last day to relax before the were sent out back to the frontlines. Kita was thinking about going up there and dragging them out, when a familiar voice spoke over her shoulder.

"What do you see in those children?"

"You wouldn't understand, Jerriko. You ate your siblings," the last thing Kita wanted to deal with right now was Jerriko.  She wanted to enjoy the last few moments she had left of R&R.

"Try me, Rebel," he snarled. Kita nearly laughed behind her helmet, if that wasn't hypocritical(sp?), she didn't know what was.

"So we're back to name-calling are we?" Kita took a swing off her drink, "Fine. They're the only family I have left. You learn to hold on to things when the galaxy is falling around your ears. But, why would you understand the ties between siblings, eh?"

"Siblings? You're related to these... these runts?"

Kita squirmed beneath her skin; she'd said too much. "I'm done talking on this matter, General. I'm more interested in the details in why you defected," she paused, "And what we're going to do once Morticus is able to retaliate."

"You should calm down." TenRe
"I don't like water. Don't keep me from letting you go." Rilk
"I can't swim..." TenRe
Rilk dropped his hood, TenRe busily fixing his glasses flipped the switch of the radio on with a wave of his hand.
'Another great day, temperature should be about...'
"So who's the girl?"
TenRe was about finished up, Rilk who remained as anti-social as ever was beginning to annoy him. If he was so interested...why didn't he go ask...no such thing as Sith modesty after all.
"Go ask yourself, I'm busy."
Rilk sat down, flipping the radio off with his hand. The two had gone back to before being Sith and Jedi quickly. It didn't surprise him, like a trivial arguement between a father and son it had but two ways to go. And then in the end, the tension was as obvious as when they'd met again. Rilk stayed in the small room for twelve or more hours of a day sleeping/pretending to sleep.
"As soon as I get done, we'll go together then."
TenRe hoped Rilk's face would turn red, it still looked terribly serious. He wished he'd been like that at that age. Still, TenRe hadn't turned thirty after all he had as much of a chance as that nineteen year old. Ten finished up, thrusting the glasses back on. Standing up.
"Alright, let's go."
The two of them sat down at the table behind Kita. Watching Jerriko, Rilk looked sick. TenRe hoped it was the same feeling he got.
"Morticus wants to kill him, I don't see why we keep him around. He's going to get us all killed...!"
"Of course, I can't see why he's still here. We're not keeping a Sith around anyway. Somebody Morticus would love to slice into itty bitty pieces for betraying him after all."
Kita didn't hear them, paying more attention to Jerricko. Rilk more interested in Kita. TenRe watching the younglings, no one else seemed to be aware of them. Or the giant jaws coming at them. He threw his cloak off, glasses falling off his nose onto the table, rushing down to the beach. Pushing the water back surrounding the kids, hand shaking violently. He couldn't keep it all back for much longer. It was hungry, lack of water might not stop a starved carnivore.
"GET OUT OF THE WATER NOW!"

Tog jumped out of bed at the sound of TenRe yelling. Tog grabbed his launcher and ran outside, he saw a giant fish creature. He only had one rocket left from the battle. He loaded it up and aimed it at the carnivore. He couldnt get a lock on it so he had to just free aim the launcher. He shot it! <Leave kiddies alone!>

The younglings rushed out of the water, the rocket crashing into the surf. After the fact.
TenRe turned around, that was probably their last rocket...Tog was happy. TenRe and Rilk couldn't help but feel angry, the corresponding link forcing the feeling across the two minds.
"My guest and I are going into town. Get everything together, we might have to leave soon. Repair team stepped it up for the job."
He hadn't mentioned who Rilk was yet, it wasn't that good of an idea. Rilk followed after, Kita rushing towards the younglings. Jerricko had disapeared.

Tog quickly ran up to TenRe.<Master TenRe if ju could can ju get Tog more rockets for launcher?> Tog handed TenRe a pouch of credits. <Tog out, Tog no good with out rockets> Tog waved goodbye to TenRe as they walked off. Tog then quickly ran to check on the kids.

Way too late to join.

The war isn't over. The new guy can join. Of course, He'll have to be able to integrate his character into the story.

Darth Morticus had been watching the enemy for a few days. It's time to strike. It is time to kill the traitors.Darth Morticus headed toward the docking bay to destroy the ships and kill everyone in the base. He had changed his mind about bringing his army here. He had decided to attack the core systems and take the enemy totally by suprise. First, he needed to kill the traitors. Jerriko would be easy but Rilk would pose the problem.

((no its way to late in the story plus the sun crushers wernt invented yet, not for another 4000 years, plus the Vong didnt really event space travel around that time, they wernt discovered for a ahwile I belive))

Isn't thelastmandalorian in charge of this? He started it.

Cleaner droids were all ready at the scene, killing up the little bits of dead sea creature. The leader of the area came down personaly to apologize that something that big got past the sentry fences that keep large carnivors out. Kita was just glad that the kids were okay. Tog looked at the beast.<To large for scanners to not to detect, tis place power sullply must be jumpy. Or te staff mus be lazy.> Then suddenly Tog remebered he hadnt eaten in a while. Tog was walked off to find something to eat, he took a sip form his cantein. He found a small restraunt a few blocks away from where they were staying. He ordered a cup of Jawa juice and a dish he couldnt pronounce.

((Got a point there, Gustavo_Perez. Well, if we went by the books then we wouldn't have this RPG now would we? Here's an idea on "intergrating his character" why not make him the Master of evil-Ursula? Yeah, this much time spent with the Sith would make any impulsive Jedi turn, wouldn't it? Could that work?))

Kita was able to figure out, by the hand-drawn map by Tog, where they were going to be staying. The light switch actually worked on the first try, and there was enough room for them to stay comfortably. The Youngling would share a room with Tog-- they had bunkbeds!; the three Jedi-men would share a room-- she felt sorry for Garrison, those two other men were merciless in their teasing of the teen; and if Jerriko showed up, he'd sleep on the couch and Kita in the recliner. Kita wouldn't have it any other way, to the toilets with chilvary(sp?).

She tossed her satchel in the chair and found her way to the kitchen; like all her ancestors, she loved to cook. Kita was still learning the art, but she was better then decent. Well, better than MREs. (meals-ready-to-eat.)

"Hey, hey, hey!" Kita barked at the Younglings, who had brushed, not meaning to be rude, the two solitary Jetii'se in their excitement. "You go back and walk in. Apologize to TenRe and his guest, too."

Garrison, red in the face from either fatigue or embarassment, drug out a deep-sided wok, "I don't like the way that guy watches you." Kita laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. But, Garrison, all Jetii'se hate the Mandalorians. He's just looking at me with something akin to spite. Probably just trying to figure a way to kill me." Garrison shook his head, "I suppose. Do I really have to be roomies with them?" Kita nodded, "Sorry, ad'ika. We'll be sleeping in the cabins of a ship soon, if we're lucky. Sometimes, we actually have to go a week stuck with inaction," she teased with a slap to the back of his shoulder. "You're doing fine, Jetii'jag." 

Kita watched him with a wry look beneath her helmet; I can look after myself, kid, she thought. She dug into the freezer of the apartment/flat and discovered the foodstuffs were all past expiration date. Her face darkened, and then realized that this was an oppurtunity to enjoy her day off. Way to be see the glass half-full, she thought.

"I'm going to market; anybody want anything?" She didn't get so much as a mumbled awknowledgement. She shrugged; she didn't expect better treatment from brooding Jedi and a teenager. To make her trip time well spent, she might even figure out where Jerriko had run off too.

Tog returned to hear Kita say"Im going to the market anyone need anything?"
<Tog would like rockets, Tog be out, Tog also need food rations. On wookie planet Tog almost starved, just incase we go back into war.> Tog then started playing tag with the kids. He ran as fast as he could from James.

One person didn't need to go out alone, or that was TenRe's excuse when he pushed Rilk out of his seat. Telling him it'd be better off with at least two. Rilk mumbled, following after Kita.
"TenRe right?"
Ten turned his head toward the younger Jedi. Barely interested in anything, he hadn't slept so soundly recently and was in a slight trance.
"Last time I checked. I could be wrong, never know anymore in this galaxy...Anyway, folks call me Ten have a seat!"
The kid sat across, Ten flipping a switch.
"Garrison was it? How's a game of cards sound...Pazaak of course."
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Rilk was slightly overjoyed, being Kita's secondary meant...something, he couldn't quite place the feeling. And then there was that encompassing feeling of dread. Morticus was going to kill him, it didn't seem...wrong though. Pushing that aside he tried focusing, he hadn't told anyone who he was...Ursula? I suppose that's important, Morticus won't get into her head at least, solid enough I couldn't...or who'd he'd worked for. And now he was going to the market, with someone he didn't know.
And that annoying Jawa, he wished he had nerve gas he could slip into the ventilation.

A day of fun and comradery was not on the agenda for the stealthy Trandoshan. During the commotion in the water. No use trying to fit in with these "allies" he had associated himself with. His loyalty was far from this ragtag group of miscreants. "Why then have I betrayed my master and sentenced myself to death?" he thought changing his pace to a light run. He knew he was being followed, and there was only one person that could have detected and tracked him.

Jerriko stopped suddenly in a small clearing, turning slowly towards a familiar figure. There was nothing either could say now, Morticus drew his saber gracefully from his cloak. A crooked grin appeared on Jerriko's face as he stared through his former master with a vacant gaze. The sith charged the reptile swiftly, Jerriko only dodging the blade by inches. The grin never left his face as he dropped a concussion grenade and quickly dove backward out of range. Morticus easily evaded the blast, but the diversion was enough to keep his mind from a wrist rocket closing in on his head. A quick wave of his hand sent the missle skyward, and Jerriko was quickly in his face with a flurry of sword swipes. After parrying the attacks Morticus sidestepped a cheap blaster bolt and grasped Jerriko by the neck with a force choke.

"Now my old friend, you will die like the treacherous slime you..." Morticus was interrupted by Jerriko's maniacal laughing. His eyes had switched from their glazed look to fixate themselved on the face of his attacker. Morticus tightened his grip, only to be met with a louder cackle than before. "Do you find it funny that you and your companions are all going to die!?" sneared the sith lord.

"No," coughed Jerriko through his pain, "I find this funny" with his last word he ripped open his cloak to reveal a large det pack strapped to his chest. He laughed only harder as his hand gripped at the detonator.

Tog stoped running at the sound of a very large explosion. He looked in the direction to see the last of the flame die down and to reveal a coloum of smoke. TenRe and Garrison came running out sabers drawn. Tog ran towards the kids and pushed them to the saftey of their room. Tog reached for his launcher just to remeber he was out of rockets. <Damn! Cant do no good wit no rockets>

Meanwhile, in the sky, Gustavo had felt and seen the large explosion. He landed a mile away from the explosion, readied his armor and weapons, and started walking towards the smoke.

((your on Mon Calimari?))
The kids were scared, so was Tog, Tog took out his pistol. He heard the roar of fireships pass over him.

(( uh yeah, remember I took off with an abandoned ship? ))

Gustavo was almost there. Walking was not something he enjoyed.

A indictor class starship lands onthe planes of kashyyk malifcus stands 7' tall towering among his men next to his mandalorian genral monstross fergo "this  Morticus is lucky he found the last of the true sith empire"he and his troops march against the wookies of kasyyk all of the suudden a bomb is dropped from thesky killing the troopas arund him in ar age malificus usess the force to iplode the minds of the wookie warrriors in the area thousands of qookies die "now the jedi must fall"!

((Just to catch ya up: We're, the Republic Forces, are no longer on Kashyyyk; we're having a bit of R&R on Mon Calamari. We lost that battle, and nobody knows exactly where Morticus is. However, we-- as in the Jedi-players-- assume that he'll retalate soon. Morticus stole holocrons and the Jedi Ursula from the Jedi Temple on some backwater planet.))

Before explosion:
Kita made a mental note to chew out TenRe for sending that blundering fool out behind her. Last time she checked, Kita knew how to buy vegetables.
"I've never seen your face. I mean, I know you Mandalorians don't like showing your faces to outsiders, but you've never taken your's off." Rilk started as Kita put some field rations for Tog and the rest of the group in the basket she'd made him carry.
"Us Mandalorians, huh? You never will if I can help it; I don't even know your name." The man mumbled out a string of sounds that made Kita laugh, "Takalah? That's a woman's name. You Jedi get weirder and weirder by the second. Ammo?" She held up two types of clips, plus some grade-A rockets for Tog. The man pushed some of the MREs to the back. "My name's actually--" He was cut off from a second impression by the sound of a far off explosion.

Kita sighed and squared her shoulders, "Somehow, I think that was Jerriko." She glanced over at Girly Name; t-visor flashing, "First one there gets first choice in bunks in the ship." "Are you sure we should go rushing towards that?" Kita shrugged, "I thought you knew us Mandalorians. Looks like you have some things to learn. We don't get there first then the Mon Cal police force will and would you like to explain Trandoshan innards to them?" "What about your Younglings?" That put Kita's thoughts on combat on hold, "When you put it that way... You'll do more good at the explosion site. I'll go after the kids. We've enough time talking; Go!"

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Ursula stepped into the flat and immediately spied the group of four children. Ages ranging from pre-teen to toddler.

"Ursula!" shouted the smallest; Neesha. Ursula felt nothing for the child. None of them.  A dark-cowled Jedi stepped out from the 'fresher; lightsabre drawn.
"Good to know they're putting you to good use, Ten-Ten." She smiled crookedly, knowing that the clan nick-name for the Jedi would frustrate him, if only a little.
She could feel another pinpoint in the Force, but it was too weak to be any threat to her mission. Ursula drew her sabre.

Kita rushed half-stance up the stairs, grasping the handrails for balance. They were back. She reached the doorway and managed to skid to a halt, nearly falling frontwards into the Sith.
"Not this way!" she shouted at the unaware Garrison. And then she realized who it was. Her Ursula... her mentor, her saver, her best friend. She who had brought the felled to light, had fallen so far. She was going to hurt the Younglings.... Kita ducked beneath the two duelists' sabres, leaving Garrison to fend for himself against Ursula-- at least TenRe was there to help.

"Ten-Ten? I'd probably enjoy it more if it was from somebody else."
Her name was...Ursula...that's at least what he remembered. To think she'd changed, there went his good faith it seemed.

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Rilk popped his lightsaber on, jumping right into Ursula. Knocking her off her feet for a second, sending her back.
The strange handle kept her at bay, not sure how to defend against it. How long was another matter.

"Get down," Kita pushed Garrison down roughly, he made a slight uph sound as he hit the floor. "We'll just get in the way. Garrison, I want you to take this kids and get them off planet." "I'm not leaving. They more we run the more he's just going to come after us; we have to make a stand."

Kita breathed in through her nose and bit her lower lip, "Dejame en paz por un momento! ((Leave me alone for one moment. My Spanish is a little rusty, so if that's off, forgive me.)) You're right, but now? Against three Sith? With no ammo? No supplies? And four kids? No Garrison, I know you want to prove yourself, trust me I feel the same way. I know you want respect from your peers, I want the same thing from these Jetii'se... but after we get these kids safe. You know how important they are to the war effort."

They paused to watch Girly Name being backed into a corner with TenRe trying to distract Ursula. She was doing a decent job of fending off TenRe or Ten-Ten whatever they knew each as, and putting the attack on Girly Name. Keep the kids safe or protect their allies? Kita and Garrison were torn with inaction, the cowering children grating on their grains. Where was Tog?

"Mikel? I need you to get everybody else out of here. There's a ship at bay THX-1138. It's an old, old ship. It's mine, nobody there to get you in two hours leave for Caluula. Look for a man by the name of Jaster Mereel. Tell him Kita Kane sent you. On my cue..."
Kita hurled herself at Ursula, vibroblades flashing, TenRe's sabre grazing the outside of her helmet, causing a part of her t-visor to chip away. Garrison leading the kids out of the flat.
That was stupid, Kita, she thought at herself. Either your going to die here in a second or... her thoughts stop abrubtly as she hit the far wall...  Or you're going to hit a wall.

Rilk was knocked back hard, getting right back up he connected blades. Forcing Ursula to forget about TenRe. Who nearly struck the heart. Missing the body entirely, the woman moving back. And there was Kita, sailing towards him.
"Great..."
He sidestepped, Ursula flying past him into a wall.
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"Come now Tenny, is this actually your pupil?"
"Yes, Rilk happens to be my student."
TenRe knocked her back with his staff saber, pushing her away from the feeling children.

Shaking her head clear, and realizing that blood had run into her eyes, Kita made herself cry to stop the stinging. She was just going to be underfoot if she stepped into the battle now, and she was no use to the Younglings and Garrison now. Just make them more noticable if a bright purple Mando was with them. Tog was missing, Jerriko was either KIA or MIA, and Morticus was on planet. That just about summed it up. Oh, and plus a teenager who wanted to prove himself, four kids who were probably scared out of their ever living minds, and a love-sick Girly Name. Just what she needed, attachtment, Kita thought sarcasticaly. Plus, Kita had nearly forgotten. She had a price on her head. Things were peachy, just peachy.

Stepping up to her feet, Kita brought her knives out again-- she'd lost her palm-blaster on the skirmish on Kashyyyk-- and yelled, "EMP AND STUNS!" The two men were quick enough to get their sabres and themselves away from the blasts, but Ursula was caught off guard.

How Kita loved the look on her face, as her blue-sabre fizzled out. Kita just grinned, a self-pleased expression on her face.

"Run!" Kita shouted at the two men. She'd bought them maybe only a few seconds to get the heck away from the Sith before Ursula recovered from her impairment.

Yeah, Kita decided, these boots were made for running, not walking.

Darth Morticus was caught off-guard by the explosion, but prevented major wounds by activating a shield with his force powers. Darth Morticus got up from the ground just as the Mon Cal fire-ships flew in.  Simply by compressing his hand into a fist, he crushed the first ship. The second try to escape, but met th same fate. [i]Now, I shall kill my former Apprentice, Rilk, and show that disloyalty to the Great Sith Lord will only get you killed. Before the Dark Lord could leave General Perez, newly appointed, came into the clearing. "My Lord, are you all right?" "I am fine. Order our army to regroup and rearm for an attack against the core systems. Inform me when they are prepared." "Yes, my Lord."

((Last post 'fer the night. Sleep tight, ya'll.))

"C'mon," Kiat shouted over her shoulder. Kita could feel her fatigue draining her adrenaline, especially in her knees. She'd taken a hard fall after tripping on Rilk's cloak. They'd couldn't stop, couldn't get their bearings. They were running blindly, Kita hoped the two Jedi would be able to figure their way out of the city to the docking bay.

"Get up!" she barked at Rilk, grasping forearms to jerk him roughly to his feet. Kita could hear Ursula's padded feet pounding the pavement behind them; she was going to catch them any second. "I'll see to your bruises later." That got him moving, TenRe couldn't help but shout, "If there is a later." "There'll be a later," Kita spared a glance over her shoulder to see Ursula breathing down their heels, Kita knew she couldn't keep up this pace forever. She didn't have the Force to draw on like the other three. "'Cause I would really like some Tarisian ale!"

"And I'd just like to keep my skin don't waste your breath!"
TenRe sped up slowly. Rilk and him throwing their cloaks into the wind. Which were half hazardly slashed without care by Ursula. The two rolling up into ship landing weakly on their feet. Rilk grabbing Kita's hand, pulling her aboard. Lifting the ramp as Kita pulled her hand away. Ursula barely missing them as they took off. Into the sky, away to find the others.
"There's no signal at all, I can't see why there's no hint to where that Jawa went."
Kita had manned the ship, TenRe joining her as copilot. Rilk roving around the ship checking everything out. Bringing back an ale he'd found under one of the deckplates. Handing it to Kita he went and sat down at the couch- that looks so comfortable he'd have to try sleeping on it later- facing towards a card table behind the cockpit off to the side.
"There's always a guide in the force, don't give up now...I know, it's depressing all the same but at least hold on."
And there it was, a signal from the main building. Nav coordinates and all. Tog's ship barely lifting off as they passed over. This time it seemed they'd be leading.
"We're heading for Dantooine. Sending the nav coordinates now...seems we got lucky."
"Shouldn't that be the force at work?"
"Well, sometime they're one in the same."
TenRe rubbed the back of his head laughinh slightly. Walking over to Rilk shoving the him off the couch with a force push. Sprawled out he fell asleep. Rilk moving into the copilot's seat now.
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"I think I prefered the nearly blind guy over you."
"Pardon me for breathing the same air as you."
Rilk tapped a few buttons, the ones Kita couldn't reach at least. Watching the skyline turn to hyperspace. The two getting up. Rilk towards the small chair on the other side of the card table. Kita waking TenRe up and taking the second spot on the couch.
TenRe having fell alseep again sitting up, sliding slightly.
"It's about time we got to know each other Mando'a(is that right?). Otherwise working together is going to be a real hassle.
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TenRe decided he wouldn't say anything about faking sleep...listening in on the two's conversation.

Tog sat in the ship and followed the others. <Damn couldnt wait for Tog, Tog still out of Rockets, and Now we going to another cold planet.> Tog couldve ran right there, run from the war, from it all, but he couldnt leave his freinds. He set the cordinates for Dantiooine and took off.

"Hey, Tog," she rapped the side of her new helmet with her knuckles, her face once again hidden from sight from the Jetii'se. "Listen in and don't be shy about butting in." Kita couldn't seem to signal in the Jawa over their hyperpsace routes.  She turned to the only "awake" Jetii in the ship. Garrison was busy occupying the kids, trying to get them to calm down. Kita knew she couldn't break down right now, she'd have time for that later.

"Whatcha wanna know? You're my CO, Rilk, same goes for you TenRe. You got  the stones to ask a question, I'll have an answer." She glanced over at TenRe, asleep. Maybe faking, if he was, he wasn't hidding his smile very well.

"I'm your CO?" asked Rilk.
"Yeah, all you shabla'yc Jettii are." Kita bit down on her sharp, wicked tongue. Until this Jedi proved he could be trusted, she sure wasn't going to open up to him.
As if reading her thoughts, Rilk responded with another question, "Why do you hate the Jedi? And why did you do to be defected from the Sith armada?"
Clever boy, Rilk. "I don't hate anyone, unless they give me a reason to. What I resent in you Force-weilders is that you placed yourselves in the most dominate postions without any thought to the rest of us. Just what gives you the right to take chrage? What makes you more special than say a Chiss? Or a Wookiee? A Rodian--"
"Or you Mandalorians?" Rilk
"I think of myself as a soldier for hire first, Mandalorian second. . .  if at all," Kita intoned in just a little more than a whisper. 
"You didn't finish answering my questions." Rilk
"Oh, this is just rich. Getting lectured from a a goody-two-shoed Jedi. Well, you've got this going for you, you're not a coward. I defected from the Sith armada because Ursula saved my life when my Sith commander wouldn't lift a finger to save my brothers. I killed him. I don't regret what I've done, Jedi. I've never looked back, never wondered what would be different if I hadn't killed him."
"What happened?"
"I don't talk about that. Never." Kita
"You said--"
"I said I'd have an answer, I didn't say you'd like it," Kita countered.
There was a long pause before Rilk asked another question, "How does a Mandalorian come to be taking care of four Younglings?"
Kita paused for a moment, chewed thoughtfuly on a warra nut and took a small sip from her drink. I really shouldn't be drinking with children on board, poor example I'm setting for them. Plus, I've got to pilot here in awhile.
"I offended you, didn't I?" Rilk
"No, Girly Name. It just takes a moment to explain. I came from an earlier batch of an expirament(sp?). The Jedi Counsel on Coruscant wanted to have a certain type of Knight created for the coming wars. Half-Mandalorian, half-Jedi. I'm a null. Can't so much as lift a pebble. That was... 19 years ago, when they created me and my brothers. They left me to my own devices, you can't imagine how dissapointed they were. I joined the Sith, wounded and hurt, I thought I might to do some good in fighting those who created the monstrosities like me. These kids are the newest bunch. I'm supposed to teach them how to be Mandalorians, while Ursula was to integrate Jedi teachings. We were parteners, the Masters created a bond between us. . . Ursula is one of the clones from the first batch who could feel the Force. Anyway, I'll have to take them to Dantoinne... they can't be trained with a lone Mandalorian." Kita got to her feet at the sound of them coming out of their micro-jump. She paused behind Rilk's seat, "I'll need some help piloting the ship while I determine our route; feeling up to it?"

*Transmission to the commanding officers*

"Commanding Officers! We are to regroup and rearm immediately! We are preparing for an attack on the core systems! Repeat, regroup and rearm for an attack on the Core Systems!"

After some time, General Gustavo received transmissions from all the officers, stating they were ready.

*Transmission to Darth Morticus*

"Your army is ready to attack the Core Systems, my Lord."

*TRansmission to Darth morticus from staqr forge*
"Darth morticus from officer chatter I Qould understand we are invading the core worlds surlely you wouldnt be choosing courscant a vey un wise choice indded but prehaps Byys?" "In any matter the armies of the true sith are ready."

Tog exited lightspeed and imiditaly sent a message to the other ship. <What are we doin here? Nothing good is here.>
Kita soon replied."There is a jedi temple here where we will stay for the younglings"
<Jedi? Like Tog said notin good on Dantooine>

"Well, I was really more interested in the cave system here...The jedi council has it's opinions I'm not found of."
"Concerning you of course."
TenRe walked down the loading ramp, the other two behind him.
"Who else?"
But of course there'd be no stopping that, not anything he could do anyway. Letting the others go on ahead Rilk and TenRe faded to the back of the parade. Quietly trying not to draw attention they looked more like body guards then Jedi. Entering the main hall however., would prove to be interesting.
"Master TenRe...back so soon from your mission?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Explain."
"My mission has yet to end."
He'd become the center of attention almost instantaneously. Either the council hated him or he was some precious pawn in their quote unquote plan.
"Then the Sith have arrived."
"Well, to be more precise, the Sith were already here."
Probably closer to hatred. He had doubt it could be anything else. Even the blind could see some things.
"As it stands, it seems there are more pressing matters to attend to. Have the younglings and...guests escorted to their rooms."
TenRe and Rilk were left behind. Forced to bear the full weight of the council's gaze.
"Your attendant Master Ten, he's familiar."
"He should, Rilk has that quality about him."
Everyone stood up, hands on their lightsabers. Valiantly or something.
"You dare bring a Sith here!"
"Where? I don't see any Sith...just us Jedi."
TenRe motioned for Rilk to step behind him, they weren't about to face the entire council by themselves.
"Once again your foolishness has brought on another problem. You've yet to change from your own days as a youngling."
"He's not a Sith, notice the lack of menacing aura. No deep shaded eyes filled with what you would call hate, nobodies died yet!"
They all sat down, distrustfully sending them away. TenRe and Rilk leaving the temple completely. The cave system was all this would be about hopefully. Ten had a greater plan ahead than some would expect, if only it worked.

Tog walked into his room and the others were shown to their courters as well. Tog flung him self onto his bed<Still no Rockets> Tog sets his luggage down, not unpacking incase of suddenly leaving, again. Tog had lost most of his personal things on Kashyyk.<Came all te way to some farm covered land for caves!><Shouldve gone home to Tatooine for caves>Tog exited his room and checked the rooms number.<Number 6 allright> Tog walked down the hall towards the more open areas.

Kita paused outside the door of the Jawa's room and tossed a skin-pouch at him, "Spend it wisely; it's your pay for keeping the Younglings safe, and for sticking around." She didn't stay and wait for Tog to react; she glanced at her bare hand, the palm covered in notes to what she'd have to do before they left. Whenever that would be. It's going to kill me when I do this.
    "Hey," she called to what must have been a Padawan. He turned, his green eyes large. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just need to find out where. . ." she paused and glanced back at her palm. "Master Darius is. I'll pay you." The Padawan shook his head and made a no gesture with his hands. Kita growled in annoyance as she watched him run off.
   "Mandalore's helm, we're not that violent."
   "I'd lose the helmet," intoned a man's voice from above her. She looked up into the gnarled trees to see a light-robed Jedi sitting in the crook of a branch. "Good to see you're alive, Kita."
    "Can't say the same, Master Darius." she stood looking up at him as if her hands were in her pockets and he were a piece of artwork. "Look, Ursula's--" The crazy Master hung upside down on the branch, and began to whistle. "I don't have time for this, Master."
   "You haven't called me that in a long time, Kita," the Master took a look of ponderance on his dark face. "Ursula has fallen, and you need someone to raise the Younglings because you believe you cannot, am I right?"
   Kita inhaled deeply and began to count to ten, she ran her hand over the top of her helmet. "You know you are, Master Darius. I haven't the time to play your games."
   The Master Jedi looked hurt, "You used to love playing games--" Kita's fuse was running short. "I mean it's not everyday that a former student comes back to visit their teacher."
  "Master, I'm sorry, but we're running short on time. I need to know that the Younglings will be safe while I'm-- we're at war." Master Darius jumped down from the tree, all planes of his face were serious now, his childish antics forgoten.
  "I see that at some of my teachings found their way into your thick, Mandalorian skull." The wire-thin man reached up and rapted harshly on her helmet, making her wince from the vibrations that rattled her teeth. He took his cane from the base of the tree and motioned Kita to follow him. The last time they'd taken a walk, she'd been wearing the robes of a Padawan-learner; the Council was never one to let a resource go to waste.
    "TenRe and Rilk walk down a path as Master and Learner, do they not? And that child, Garrison, he's become a son, correct? Yes, yes, yes, you are still so very easy to read." He paused beneath the open sky, ears pricked to the sound of yapping Kath-hounds, "That Jawa is a funny one, how the children love him. I do not think it wise to seperate them from their raiser. . . and I know how we and they distrust the Council, what to do, what to do?"
    "You're not making any sense, Master Darius." Kita stood beside him, although she saw the same sky, she saw it through different eyes. She saw a battle raging above its surface, destroying those she'd become attatched to. She blinked and turned to her Master, who had hobbled farther down the path.
   "It makes no sense that they kept you around, Kita, but I am glad they did. However there is this problem of the Younglings, who to raise them? You believe you cannot, and you believe a lie. You travel with three Jedi-- one an ex-Sith, shame only we sane will ever trust him again-- and that Jawa, who is just as normal as a Rancor in a Twi'lek's dancer-suit. You and Tog can teach the children how to fight with their bodies, and the Jedi with their minds." He tapped the cane twice on the ground, "I have come to my conclusion," he annonced to the world.
    "And they are, Master?" Kita sighed, slightly embarassed.
    "You shall keep the children, raise them with those who travel with you-- and I shall join this little trapize-group too, sounds like fun. I will talk to the Council, they wouldn't dare argue with me!" he left her, whistling that stupid tune again, heading off towards the Council.
   "No person would be crazy enough to, Master Darius."

Tog walked around trying to find anysort of an armory or shop. He looked around for anyone to help him find what he was looking for. He found a service droid.<Excuse me droid do you happen to know where the nearest armory or wepon shop is? The droid replied and pointed in a direction and went back to his task. Tog walked down the hall in the direction that the droid pointed and soon found a small shop stand. <Excuse me do you have any G-32 rockets?> The shop keep looked down at Tog"I dont got any I heard that the farming community nearby has a pretty well stocked armory tho" Tog nodded<Thank you> Tog then walked off in search of someway to get to that farming community.
   Tog soon found a delivery speeder making a food drop off at the temple, Tog walked over to it and talked to the driver.<Excuse me sir are you going to that community nearby?> The driver replied."Yes I am, why?" <Can Tog get a ride Tog will pay?> "Hmmmm for 50 credits you got yourself a deal" Tog mumbled at the price at handed the man 50 credits. "Allright little man when Im done here Ill give you a lift there."

Darth Morticus stood on the control bridge of his flagship Death's Hand He was heading to the core systems.
      "Once I conquer the core systems the rest of the Republic will crumble and make way for the glorious rise of the Sith,"
          "My liege," General Perez addressed the Dark Lord, "We ahve exited hyperspace and our coming upon Byys. Should I prepare the transports."
          "Yes, prepare the transport. However, make sure that they equipped for stealth. I want them to have not hint of the attack. Also, prepare my armor," Darth Morticus told his faithful general. He intended to crush the core worlds personally.

There will be a time skip. Make sure you leave your character off in a suitable position. I will have to flesh it out more but there will be one soon. Of course, you can vote it down.

is this rp dead? and is it to late to join(don't answer that villemar)

slowing out of hyper space with his super iderector class star destroyer "Torment"
Darth Malificus lands on the southern hemisphere wereing armor like this http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/d/d8/FLINT.jpg riding in serpentera with 6000 fully armored mandalorian troppers on bassilsk war droids with subterrainian capabiltys and 6000 gendai troopers on swoop bikes with vibro lances
sennding commands to sweep the content and telling the rest of the indictor ships in space to begin space raids on major citys then speeds of to Darth moricus

This topic is still alive, if not a little dazed. Yes, you can join. Either now or after the time skip(if there is one). However, now is the oppurtune time. By the way, the good side still needs more followers, so if you don't mind being a Jedi or trooper that would be dandy.

Tog like the sandless breeze as he rode in the now empty delivery speeder. It took them several minutes to reach to town and he went straight to the barracks. He went in and the armory was easy to find, he asked the keeper if they sold wepons and he said yes. <You got G-32 rockets?> "Yes we do accutaly had them for a while never used them" <How much for all?> "You serious you want all of them?" <Yes> "Allright, 1000 credits" <A thousand?!?!> Tog checked his personal money and the money Kira gave him, it only scrapped up to about 700. <How much will I get for 700 cred?> "About 20 shells" <O tat why so much money so many shells> < Ill take it!> "Allright Ill be right back with your order" He dissapeared into the back and came back out with a rocket carrier filled to the rim with rockets. Tog payed the man and slid the carriear onto his back. He walked outside then realized he didnt have enough credits to buy a transport back to the onclave and night was coming fast. <Damn it! Beasts come out at night! What Tog gonna do?>

TenRe walked quietly on his staff, Rilk having gone off tp reset the crystal in his saber. Red to orange and all, he didn't know how long it would take on a tonfa style. But, that remained Rilk's problem. Having gone into the cave by himsef, came out and continued on. His ramblings having brought him to the little block of a center. Tapping Tog on the head as he passed.
"Well, if it isn't shorty. Need a mate little friend?"
The Jawa following along behind. Nodding quietly.
"I'll walk you to the Temple. It's not far."
<What about the animals?>
Ten shrugged, brushing his hand over a snarling Kath hound's snout. The beast falling to its knees asleep.
"We'll walk."
From there, it was an easy walk. Ten meeting Rilk at the door and splitting away from Tog. Rilk hadn't begun work, keeping the staff from locking the side door.
"You think it wise to reopen pandora's box so suddenly?"
"The council lacks backing power, we'll just have to use our resources here before continuing on."
TenRe and Rilk took the stairs up, seeing as how the steps didn't lead to apartments. No one would dare take them this late at night. And they happened to lead to a hallway directly linked to the docking facility. The two sitting on a bench in front of the door.
"Too bad they're so meager."
Ten nodded, resting his head against the wall.

Tog was back and happy that he got back saftley. He went to his room and went in. He put his new rockets next to his launcher, left and locked up his room. Tog did as best he could to find where the Jedi ate and found Kita and the others dining there, Tog ran up to them and sat down next to a youngling.

Name: master Malite
Weapon: Double bladed light sabre
Color: blue
Species: Zabraak
Tatooing: MInor and it is blue and purple
Clothing: Jal Shay Armor, Sometimes his jedi robes

history: Malite was born on the planet iridonia as a spice miner. he had only his father and two brothers left, his mother had died. One day a sith inforcer took his father away, he never came back. then his two brothers, he fought to keep them, but they just kept going and eventualy he Knew that they were doomed. he felt something welling up inside of him, it was the force. he and 17 other people ran for i killing the gaurds with their picks and takeing there guns. when he was free he traveld to the planet dantooine were he met a jedi named master terin, who trained him in the ways of the jedi. his master was killed. then he left to the planet of tatooine.

Malite ran, light sabre on, though the jungle of plants on kashyyk. a rouge wookie had been following him and he was trying to find a good spot to wait the pounce. he jumped up into a tree. the wookie ran under the tree limb then stopped, sheathed his sword then began to jump, he was trying to get to him, but malite jummped down and cut it arm off. witha sizzle it fell to the groung, thn malite beheaded the poor creature. he walked towards the wikker elevator when a loud roar came belowing out of the forest, more wookies he thought, but it wasn't. someone had released a rancore int the forest and it could smeel the sizzled wookie.

((I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. My cousin just got back from Iraq for the week, and I've had an allergic reaction to something I walked into. I'll post something by Thursday or just wait for thelastMandalorian to post the time skip.))

Tog ate his meal happily, the messhall was full for it was around dinner time. Tog looked from left to right notice a skinny old jedii sitting next to Kira.
<Kira who be tat?> Tog pointed his spoon at the jedi.
The jedi smiled"You can call me Darius"
<Ello Darius I'm T->
Darius cut Tog off. "Tog SaBaot I know who you are."
Tog looked shocked, he had never told anyone his family name before.<How do ju know me Family name?!>
Darius chuckled"The force tells me many things Tog Sabaot"
Tog mumbled very softly"Old Jedi Nerf Hearder" Dinner ended later on and soon it was time to get the younglings into bed. Tog had to chase them to their room, the young jedi abused their power and picked Tog up by the feet and held him in the air. After a while Tog just hanged their with a grim look on his face and his arms crossed.

"Be careful they don't put a flame under you."Rilk
"My, how uplifting."TenRe
Rilk lowered Tog, TenRe forcing the younglings to bed. Letting the Jawa be they continued walking down the hall. From there they finally left, stepping into the loading dock. Stepping up the loading ramp of an old supply ship. Hadn't been used in a while but remaind operational. Sliding out with a lurch, skid and almost falling to the ground below but thankfully made it into space bursting out of the atmosphere.
"Just the two of us once more."
"Setting course for Eton-Five."
(Ready to skip if it's happening.)

Tog saw an old ship leave the temple. He walked around and took a short cut threw the mess hall. He reached his room and fell asleep.
He awoke a few hours later to a strange noise. He exited his room and and looked around. The noise was coming from down the hallway. Sleepily he shuffled down the hallway. He saw a droid acting very strangley, Tog walked up to it.
<Wa are ya doin?>
The droid turned around, it carried a small knife. Tog then saw it was no ordinary droid. It was a custom built droid with many upgrades. Tog looked behind it and saw a dead jedi. The droid wasted no time it stabed Tog in the stomach<Aieeeeeeeeeee!> Tog's scream woke the entire enclave.