Topic: RPG- They kidnapped Coruscant!!!

Here's the deal on this new RPG. After the defeat of the Yuuzhan Vong and the return of the galactic republic, an intergalactic terrorist organization, "The Pain", has just  succeeded creating a bomb that can teleport inside a planet, and destroy it. They have already placed a bomb in coruscant, and threaten to detonate it if the Republic does not relinquish control of the government to "The Pain" in 7 days.
You may play as a

1. Pain member

2.Coruscant native

3. Republic person

4.Someone else.

Please be consistent,use other characters wisely, blah blah blah....

Now then:

Av'yan Kel-los sat upon his ship far above Coruscant. He and his organization had succeeded placing the bomb inside Coruscant's core, and placed the ransom, only hours  ago. Now, he simply needed to wait.He sat in his private room, clad in blood red cloak, gazing the city planet, smirking in sadistic glee.

"Excuse me, master Av'yan?"

"What is it, naive?" Av'yan barked as a lesser Pain member interupted his quiet time.

"Sir, we just found something on the holonet."

"And...?"

"Umm....the republic just placed a bounty on any member of the organization, 10,000 credits a peice!"

"Good. I'll remember that after our victory. We'll turn ourselves in to ourselves, and be rich as well!"

"...Yes...sir."

"Now begone!"

"yessir..."

Av'yan smirked as he pulled down his hood, revealing the head of a Yuuzhan Vhong.

"Excellent..."

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Outside, the "lesser Pain member" cursed in disgust of his master.

"That fool! Every hunter in the glaxy will be coming for us!" He mumbled, sick of their leader's pride. "It's time I, Alastor Greyz, took control of this team! I wouldn't be so foolish! I mean 7 DAYS? 7 WHOLE DAYS! What is wrong with him? " The adolescent Abbysan continued his monologue until he felt better. But one thing was certain, the seeds of descention had been sewn in  Alastor.

I'll get started ASAP.

What? You'll get started on what? :/

ASAP= as soon as possible!

D'oh!

No,no,no.....I know what ASAP means. I was refering to what he was going to get started on.... ;) I dont see how it makes any sense. :/

Shen leaned against the thick glass window, the coruscant skyline expanding beneath him. He'd set his duffel bag on the glass panel under his feet, he could see his death two hundred floors down. Thankfully it'd take nothing short of a small missile to shatter the thing. Shen was a demolition expert, small and wiry with pair of black leather strapped goggles on his forhead. Inside his bag was a few shreds of clothing, not anything big, the real tricks were a little ways away.
The only problem, he couldn't keep still, he'd been waiting for half a standard hour and no one had even asked if he wanted something to pass the time-not that he wanted anything it was the concept of the issue- at least.
"Mister Shen, my master will see you now."
He passed by the droid, took its head in his hand and forced it backwards into the wall. He managed to put a large dent in the back of the droid's head, he wanted to crush it. Forgetting that for the time being, he stepped into the worst decorated office he'd ever seen. Desert scenese painted on depicting a planet located somewhere in the Eton sector, he couldn't be sure though. It looked worse than Tatooine, little light filtering in through dense cloud layers, sand storm whirling about, humanoid figures with half their faces covered to protect themselves.
"I see you're admiring the mural, a friend of mine did it for me, I personnally enjoy it myself. But on to business, we have an issue to deal with. Of course you've heard about Pain, you might just be able to help me in that matter."
The figure seated before him looked like one of the denizens of the mural, a thick metal plate atached to the right side of his face the other side weather beaten and shallow. His clothes a bright blood red hue, six buttons to the collar, expensive cuff links and ear rings. Left arm wrapped in black bandages. He shrugged his shoulders, he felt like the only one not worried about them, he worried about far few things.
"I'll do what I can, heh...I get to turn something into slag right? Otherwise, I don't care how good the money is..."
"How does half a million credits and the chance to take something very big out of the sky with your ahem 'expertise' sound?"
He raised his hand to shake the other presented.
"That's sounds like the best deal I've heard in years. If I don't have an employer after hearing that, something must be wrong."
Upon leaving, Shen pulled an almost flat white object from his overcoat, he lighted it, the smoke curling from his lips burst into flame a foot or so from him as he walked toward the turbolift. Slight sparkles only made him more the ready.

Ph34r!! I just noticed that you took my idea!!!:mad: It was my idea to write a story and let the other member's finish it!!

*sigh* that's what an RPG is, True. Only, each person makes acharacter, and we cooperate to make a story.

OOOOHHHH.....sorry bout that, Ph34r.    *hits himself in face*    "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

You know.....I thought it ment Role playing game.......I'm stupid.

It does mean role playing game, each person has a character to play[role], such as Runescape or any game where u create your own character to play as.
By ze by, can we restart the story, I want to see where it goes

I hate runescape, it soo stupid and boring these days. ooops, sorry  let's keep it back on subject.

                                                                  MandalorianSpy9

The bounty immediatly faded from Av'yan's mind. H continued to gaze at Coruscant from the window of The Pain's Halo shaped ship. He smiled. Soon, it will be mine. He thought. Suddenly, there was a sharp twinge of pain his right arm. He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the pacthwork body standard among Yuuzhan Vhongs. He noticed part  of his arm seemed red, and it smelled awful. It's probably nothing, he thought to himself. It'll pass.  Suddenly, his holocom link beeped. He turned it on.

"Is it ready, Kel-los?" Asked a voice that sounded like gasoline and gravel.

"Yes master. It is done. soon, the repubic will belong to the Vhong."

"However, there is one thing I must ask you. Why this cult?"

"We could always use followers..."

"Of course." Said the vhong on the other end of the line, disconnecting the transmission.

On the other end of the line, Nom Anor grinned evilly.

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Alastor sat in his room aboard the ship, mulling over the whole situation. He didn't like this one bit. He was sure that the bounty hunters, or the jedi, would be all over the organization in no time. He knew. He'd been with both of them.

Shen waited around inside the man's apartment, the droid happily but wearily handed him a datacard. He flipped that into a pocket, ignoring the protocal nonsense from the droid. A little more than hurried, Shen almost ran out the room into the turbolift, tapped the one button leading to a docking bay, and waited impatiently. It took maybe a good forty-five seconds for the doors to finally open. He rushed out, almost missing a passing Trandoshan, needless to say he had an agrivated lizard on his hands. Instead of being an idiot and actually try to fight the massive reptile he kept running for three blocks. Onto a small walkway, behind a Hutt, and into a foggy looking cantina. Thankfully he was renting the upstairs room, that had a door with a heavy deadlock. Before he'd finally gotten the door closed, he heard the old man's voice from downstairs. Not that he had time to translate to even understand it.
"You're late, we could have been gone by now."
Inside the dimly lit, hardly furnished room, laid back on his bed was a Miss Voon. A pair of Krayt dragon teeth knives at her waist. Teeth he'd seen her sharpen on more than one occasion.
"I can't leave if we don't have a deal to make for. Now as we last talked, I hope you have what I asked for?" Shen
"Here." Voon
She threw another duffel into his arms, he ripped it open and examined the contents thoroughly. Not a piece missing, although most of detanators looked badly scarred and over used. He carefully unpacked the duffel and filled his own with the contents of the other. Tossing the empty bag back. She grimaced all the while he was doing it, not that he cared he had new toys to play with.
"Let's go, I'm hoping we can get some work done by the end of the day." Shen
Within his bag, he also threw a few extra pieces of equipment.
"Gotta keep the smoke out of your eyes" Shen
And with that they were gone. Shen busily scrathing his right arm. Near the elbow and far from the wrist.

i like it    i like it Ketaiba!!  nice 1    e'rybody keep it ^....

                                         MS9

(Thanks mate)
Shen looked up into the dead sky, not anything like he was looking for. Voon maybe two feet behind him.
"The entire planet might turn into a giant space obstacle, and guess where we are." Voon
"Yea well, at least we'll go out with a bang." Shen
She looked at him in mal contempt.
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that." Voon
He picked out a small dot on the expanse, a moving thing that might be a ship, but might be a speck on his goggles. He lifted them up, starring up at the sky, and there was that dot just a little closer. He watched it for a minute...it was nothing short of a star cruiser. Old and battered up with a few blaster marks scorched up and down the port side. It looked familiar, familiar enough he wasn't worried about it.
"Nice to be meetin ya gentz, and lady I suppose. So you're Shen te Hailfire, what if I could give ye an entrance into Pain's ship?"(on purpose)
"I'd say you were trying to kill me, I'd say you aren't a very good actor but I don't really have any options now do I?" Shen
The man behind him nodded, pointed toward the top of the complex. He turned around, following the trace line to the top of the complex with his eye.
"There might be a' transport, there' might be a' death squad."
"I really don't care, just as long I live long enough to see the end of this planet. Or at least get an explosion out of it, slag deserves slag."
He tossed his duffel back onto his shoulder more comfortably, following behind the estranged human figure. Annoyed.

I meant that I was going start writing something for the RPG.

p.s. I am a GIRL, vod

Alastor continued to try to find reason for Av'yan's actions. He paced around his quarters, nervously, checking through his things absent mindedly. He came upon his old saber, though primitive as it was, it had served him in his days as a bounty hunter and a jedi. He picked it up, weighed it in his hands, and smiled faintly, remembering his time on Yavin IV. That's when he decided to go out and stretch his legs.

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Av'yan sat in his study, reading ancient vhong prophecies and scriptures, when his comlink beeped.

"What is it?" Av'yan snarled as he placed his hood over head to maintain anonymity.

"sir, two members, Shryke and Desolan, got in a fight. They're both pretty wounded, sir." Said the small Ithorian on the other end.

"Tend to them in the sick bay."

"Of course sir." The Ithrian said as he hung up.

"Ugh, these bumbling idiots! I don't know why i keep them around!" Av'yan roared. " I may as well slay them all, send them down to coruscant and detonate the bomb! Or maybe I'll just wait. Once the Vhong has this infedelic galaxy, We'll probbly work them to death anyway...."

Outside, ear pressed to the door, Alastor took in each word usng force enhanced hearing.

Something would have to be done.

Shen sat atop the building, Voon standing in front of him, the fiend from earlier leaning against a half broken collumn that had once belonged to the ceiling of the long forgotten roof garden some Ithorian had tried to start. And there was, nothing what so ever to be seen. Not even an air taxi. It looked to be a long wait.

Is this over? We haven't gotten any more posters in a while, if we don't get any soon i'm going to unstick this topic to save space.