Topic: RPG - Jedi Purge: The Hunt for Survivors

Let's start with the Rules:

1. You may create any character you want.  Clarify their name and species so others can follow their actions easily.

2. You can kill characters you create but you can't kill other people's characters unless they say they have been killed in battle with you. However you can wound them.

3. You can have any weapon you want but you can only have what your character could physically carry - otherwise they wouldn't be able to move.

4. Be consistent, eg if someone says they blew up a building, don't suddenly be assaulting it.

5. If you have sustained many wounds you will have to either get medical help or eventually die. Jedi need to limit Force Healing to even things up.

6. Follow the storyline, sure add a few twists and turns but allow others to see where you want to go so they can help you get there.

7. Have fun.

And now for the plot:

It’s been three months since Order 66 was given and the remaining Jedi are high on the wanted lists. Bounty hunters are rolling up to take on the work in the areas that the Clone Army is scarce in.

There are whispers of four Jedi being hidden on Taris, some say they are living in the underworld facilities and other suggest that they are living on the surface.

Characters:

Please feel free to be a Jedi (maximum of four – I plan to be one), a bounty hunter, a clone commando (one team only) or a local to Taris.

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Name: Nexia Meddle
Race: Kiffar
Gender: Female
Occupation: Jedi Knight
Age: 24
Weapon: Purple lightsabre with silver handle ornately etched
Appearance: Dark hair that is finely plaited to look almost like dreadlocks. Has a darker complexion and a black tattoo under each eye. Normally wears Jedi robes, but since she is on the run she has taken to wearing dark grey flight suits.
History: Was accepted into the Jedi Academy as a toddler. She managed to evade Order 66 by the skin of her teeth and met up with three other Jedi. She wonders about the wisdom of staying together.
Personality: Generally calm and calculating. Enjoys a good laugh and is a little more flexible than regular Jedi, she could quite happily live as regular civilian – at least most of the time.

Nexia looked up to the sky as she wandered the markets on Taris. This was not her ideal hiding place but at least it was free of the Clone Army and the new Empire, although she suspected that such a time would be short lived.

For now it was Nexia’s task to get food supplies. She had some credits but she was beginning to realise that she was going to have to look for a job. She no longer had the Jedi Council funding her needs. Perhaps she should look for work as a freighter pilot.

Name: Ralin Drakus

Age:27

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Gray Jedi *trained by the Jedi, and was a promising Knight, but left the Order due to a 'disagreement' with another Master after the death of his secret love*

Primary Weapons: Two lightsabers, a blue one in the right hand and a red in the other, each saber’s handle would be long enough to use two hands on easily, the right hand blade would have a stainless steel look with black knobs and accents, a thin layer of black leather padding on the grip and a sapphire blue jem at the pommel; The left hand blade would be reversed *black handle with stainless knobs and a ruby red jem at the pommel; though it would also have the black leather padding in the grip*

Secondary Weapons: Two VibroDaggers, one in belt behind back, the other in right boot

Force abilities: Force choke, Force push, Heal, Force Wave, Force lightning, Strong telekinesis, Mind domination

Appearance: Tall at 6'4'', lean build; Wears dark double-breasted leather knee length robe under a black hooded cloak, tall black boots, and wears an Arkanian Blinder mask fitted to a helmet that covers his entire head *helmet is a support unit for a terrible injury to the back of the head from a lightsaber blow that nearly killed him; helmet must remain on, though he can remove the mask.  Right arm is also an artificial unit; very strong,* also wears a pair of strength enhancing gauntlets

Personality: Very cold and distant; doesn’t say much, and when he does it's very direct

StarShip: the Spirit

A highly customized ARC-170 starfighter that Ralin ‘borrowed’ after an assassination attempt by Republic forces

Nose has been shortened and cockpit has been altered  *for those WW II buffs out there, it looks like the front section of a German Bf-110 heavy escort fighter*

Droid intelligence installed into main commuter that can control the entire ship, but usually only operates the custom built ‘ball’ turret at the back of the craft, shield management, in-flight repairs, and other more menial tasks.
Armor added and improved.

Two Ion cannons installed in a 'chin' mount; a defensive 'ball' turret mounted in the back, replacing the single deffensive blasters mounted in the back normally; Wing-tip mounted cannon have been enhanced   

Light and Sub-light engines have been upgraded 

Short History: After leaving the Order, Ralin drifted from system to system aimlessly.  Avoiding the Clone Wars totally, he tried to shun all contact with the turmoil in the galaxy.  Palpatine discovered his records, however, and Count Dooku was sent to recruit him shortly before the Count’s death.  Dooku offered Drakus a position as one of his Dark Side adepts.  Drakus flatly refused and a lightsaber duel ensued.  An equel match for Dooku, the Dark Lord called in droids for support, forcing Ralin to flee.  In the few years since then, Ralin now seeks refuge on the forgotten world of Taris……

Character Sheet:

Name: Si Titran

Affiliation: Jedi Knight

Race: Togruta

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Weapon: Orange double bladed lightsaber. Because of her natural spacial sensory abilities, she has built and designed her blade(s) to have a shorter hilt than that of most traditional double sabers.

Apperance: Two tall and long lekku with the skin coloration that her species is known for. Is actually missing the common third back lekku because of a genetic abnormality, as was the case of her mother. Is tall and lean, the toned body of a honed and practiced fighter. Used to wear garments that befitted her role and place inside the order, but now she dresses as the rest of the galaxy.

Short History: Was orignally born into an importaint tribe on Shili, to prominant leaders amongst them. It is her mother's side of her family that accounts for the odd missing lekku. She was chosen to go into the Jedi Order at a young age. She found herself drawn to combat and dueling at an early age. Because of that though it made it hard for her to be chosen as a padawan learner, but shortly before her 13th birthday she was picked by Depa Billaba. This is where she learned her dangerous Vaapad fighting style, and how to focus on more than combat. She was kighted shortly before the start of the clone wars, but was not present at Genosis. She managed to escape Order 66, because she had defied the order and fell in love with a man from Taris. She had diverted from her command for a visit to him when the order was giving. She heard only the second tansmission from the Jedi Temple, warning her to stay away. So she stayed with her lover.

(Sorry if this isn't good enough... I wanted in, but I'm at work and a bit distracted.)

((Did you mean Taris or Telos? Based on Ralin's question.... Telos was a big restoration project in KotOR II. Sorry if I'm being noisy/ pushy/ whatever. Let me know if I am please. ))

Name: Brack
Race: this is appearance also
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter
Weapon: Repeating rifle (in his hand in the pic), Grenades, BD-1 Cutter vibro-ax.

Name: Zylus
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/ Secret Apprentice to Lord Vader
Weapons: Two red-bladed lightsabers, fancy karate gimmicks. Flies in the Rogue Shadow, which holds a T-14 hyperdrive.
Force Powers: lightning, choke, push, sense, heal and warp
Force Lightning/choke/push you hopefully already know about. Force Sense allows Zylus to sense Light Jedi in the universe. Force Heal obviously heals little bits of him over small periods of time (if you've played Jedi Academy you'd understand). Force Warp allows Zylus to go 85 times faster than the speed of sound, making him nigh impossible to block. While he's basically immortal when using this technique, it drains great amounts of Force Energy, and thus he needs to wait an hour before using it.

(how do you use that web site? I tried to get the main page but all it will give me is a pit of a monster saying it's coming and to download a Flash player plug in witch I did but it's still not working.)

(uhh idk, ask A_A or Si Tritan)

Name: Skree'kesh the Blue
Race: Rodian
Gender: Male
Occupation: Jedi Knight
Age: 19
Weapons:
Blasters: Pair of Westar-34 blaster pistols.
Lightsabers:
Dual-bladed (Darth Maul), dual-weapon class lightsaber/light-greatsword style blades! The hilts would be black, with adjustable hilt guards to compensate for the weapon class adjustment from "lightsaber" to "light-greatsword." The blades would go from silver (lightsaber mode) to red (light-greatsword mode) and disconnect into two seperate dual-weapon class lightsabers.
Focus crystal:
Durindfire gem -distinctive silver sheen
Power crystals:
Opila - produce an intense beam that seems extraordinarily quick to the cut.
Rubat - produces a clearly defined blade that a Jedi can easily track, making it easier to hit opponents.
Great-lightsword Setting
Focus crystal:
Phond- produces a fiercely burning light saber beam (Red)
Power crystals:
Damind- produce a clearly defined beam of subtly wider width and length.
Nextor - produces a volatile blade that can cause surprising amounts of damage
MODS
Internal Switch: The switch to activate the saber is actually located on the inside of the saber’s hilt. This is to insure only a Jedi may use it. Of course, the Jedi must use Telekinesis in order to move the switch.
Palm print recognition lockout:This modification insures that the light saber will not operate in the hands of unauthorized personnel. A small sensor array built into the hilt of the light saber constantly reads the current operator, insuring that the cellular makeup and palm print configuration matches that of certified individuals. Should the pattern not match, the weapon simply shuts down and/or will not work.
Double Focus lens: 2 separate places for crystals to be allowing up to 2 pairs of 3 crystals in one light saber, when the switch is flipped the other set is put into place, allowing different arrangements of crystals.
Force abilities: Read/influence minds, sense force, TK, force jump, force maelstrom, etc.
Appearance: Reptilian humanoid stands at 1.7 meters. Has blue skin with a pebbled surface, lumpy over most of his body, except for his snout. Wears spacers gear as he has decided he can do the same job as any Jedi without advertising himself. He hates the Jedi robes, finding them antiquated.
History: Was on Rodia dealing with an inter-clan war when Order 66 was issued. After evading Jedi hunters, including a harrowing near miss against Vader, Skree was forced into hiding on Taris.
Personality: Generally kind and well natured Skree prefers to live life to the fullest. He enjoys the company of his closest friends and is fiercely loyal.

(oops. So all us Jedi are together on Taris? )

Birth Name: Verd

Name: Verd Skirata

Alias(es): Verd'ika, Skirata

Species: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Faction: Mandalorian Warrior- a mercenary, loyal to his own family, Mandalorians, then who ever pays best. Former Republic Commando, trained by Skirata, and is loyal to Jedi, because one saved his life on Geonosis.

Rank: none/unknown

Birthplanet:Kamino

Current Homeplanet: Mandalore

Force-Sensitive?: No

--BACKGROUND--

Personality: Fun loving, yet serious. Excellent warrior, tells lots of jokes. Very Loyal.

Detailed History: Father Kal Skirata, trained on Kamino. His squad brothers killed by clones when they refused to kill a Jedi Knight. He fled to Mandalore where Skirata and hs sons lived. Got his own armor, and eventually learned of Jedi hiding on Taris. He set out to find them and help them in any way possible.
Fears : Little, mainly family members dying.

Strengths : Excellent pilot, fierce fighter. Highly intelligent, good code cracker, other hunting and soldiering skills.

Weaknesses : Hates tight places and zero g.

Likes: Fighting and hunting, loves flying, spending time with his large family.

Dislikes: Politics, cloning, Empire.

--APPEARANCE--

Facial Appearance: this is the template; what Jango fett, his cloning template, looked likel. he'll look younger. pic

Clothing: Armor: Red Mandalorian Armor with one gold shoulder piece and one grey one (both for his brothers): see this:

Build: normal height, very strong, average weight, *above*

Marks/Scars: no overly distinctive ones, but normal ones for any mercenary or bounty hunter

--INVENTORY--

Weapons : Verpine Shatter Gun--projectile weapon, uses electromagnetic propulsion, absolutely silent, excellent sniper weapon. Knives sheathed in belt, can throw them very well. Also, Mandalorian Saber, ceremonial but functional. Various blasters and explosives.

Starship: Custom Kaut Drive Yards small starship, Name "Partaylir", mando'a for "Remember", another reference to his brothers.

Body Accessories: Standard Mando armor, red. Gauntlet vibroblade in right guantlet, flamethrower in left, poison dart shooter in right. Whipcord also on right. Mini-rocket launcher also on left guantlet. Jetpack: for certain mission, yes. Often missile launcher on jetpack.

Armor of Mandalorian Beskar--nearly impossible to penetrate, incredibly hard yet light, Mando helmet, highly upgraded HUD.

Role in story: He will track down and join the Jedi, in order to help them in anyway possible.

Ralin sat back in the dark booth of the bar.  His drink sat before him, as usual untouched.  He didn’t drink, but it kept him on the good side of the barkeep and the waitresses.  Such a thing was hard to do with his appearance.  The T-shaped visor of his ancient Arkanian Blinder mask glowed a gold color in the darkness of the booth from under his hood.  As much as he was trying to avoid the Empire, he refused to submit to it.  His pair of lightsabers still boldly hung from his belt, and his Jedi robe could still be seen under his dark cloak. 

The bar was ideal for gathering information from around the galaxy.  It was a fairly popular hangout for the spacers who passed through Taris’s nearby space port, much like a small cantina Ralin had passed through once on Tatooine.  It was also close to the hangers, just in case he needed to leave the planet in a hurry. 

Ralin’s visor turned toward the entrance as a Kiffar female entered the bar.  She was dressed as a typical Tarision, but Ralin sensed her Force powers.  He immediately shielded himself, but he wasn’t sure if he’d done so in time.  She paused and looked around the bar for a moment, then continued to the bartender.  “I was wondering if you know anybody who’s hiring freighter pilots?” she asked.

Hiring out as a freighter pilot?  Doesn’t sound like one of the Emperor’s Force Adepts, but you never know.  I should watch this one……

*This ok Net?  I can edit you out if you have other plans*

Verd hoverd in Partaylir on the edge of the Mandalore system. He was about to set off to Taris, but first he had one last thing to do. He had never had time to fully honor his brothers after their deaths. Now he would do so as best he could

"Ni Partaylir ner vode." He said. "I will remember you." He touched his shoulder piece."And avenge you."

He turned his ship around, and hit the thrusters.

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ooc:sorry for the length, have to go

didnt think ralin was one of the jedi though he was his own character as usual :P sorry

umm....there are already 4 jedi, and they haven't fully linked up yet. 4 knights, and one dark Jedi.

the four knights are net, Si, V_M, and Ralin.

(Dark Jedi ftw!)

Flying through space as usual, Zylus sensed the Force coming from three locations in the galaxy: just South of the Rishi Maze, North-east of Coruscant, though he was unable to determine the planet, and way out in Nal Hutta space.

*Not sure if I count, as I'm a Gray Jedi; what do you think Net?  But Nigzy, I posted Net walking into the bar where I am.  Which do you want to go with Net?  I don't really care either way, Nigzy or I *or both* can edit depending on what you want to do.  Will wait for you to post.

---Ralin Out*

Skree'kesh the Blue entered the small cantina and walked over to the bar. He kept himself closed off in the force as best he could. He knew he was no longer interested in the Jedi Order anyway. They had too many rules for his taste. Not that he hated Jedi, he just felt that their involvement in Republic politics was definitely their undoing. Since his near fatal encounter with Vader while changing transports on Kashyyk, he'd kept himself closed off in the force as best he could. It was difficult at first, but not impossible. He had made a habit of balancing his Jedi life with a civillian life, feeling a good balance was crucial to being true to his free nature. Of course the Council had frowned upon it, but he hadn't cared. He knew he'd serve the will of the Force better on his own path.

On Taris, he'd manage to hire himself out as a bounty hunter for local law enforcement under another identity. He was here now looking at the boards. He noticed a cloaked and hooded figure checking out a local Togrutan...

Lightyears later, Partaylir and its sole occupant dropped out of hyperspace. Verd scanned his sensors. Taris didn't bother incoming traffic much, and he was soon dropping through the atmosphere. He landed in the main city, renting a berth by the week, and locked his ship down. Now it wouldn't let anyone in that didn't have a code, a microchip, and his DNA. He exited the hangars and entered the market. Life bustled everywhere, with species varying from humans, to Twi'leks and Gotals, to a rough group consisting of a Trandoshan and a couple of Barabels. Several grubby Jawas scattered in front of him as he walked through the stalls. Merchants pushed forwards, offering him many items, but faded back as his hand drifted to the knife at his belt. He saw a local bar, and followed a Rodian inside.

To answer a few questions, we’ll leave it as Taris as I’m sure it was probably rebuilt some time after the original KOTOR. There’s a fairly big gap between KOTOR time and Order 66.

I think Ralin can be counted as a Jedi. I never specified if they were still with the Jedi Order at the time of Order 66, I’m sure Vader would be hunting any skilled Force sensitives.

Onward…

Nexia was disappointed when the bartender shrugged, “Jobs as freighter pilots are few and far between at the moment. Now passenger transporters around the local districts are in demand.”

Nexia wrinkled her nose at the idea. She really didn’t want to be exposed to too many different people. She was trying to lay low. But sometimes being out in the open was a way to hide. Nexia felt something at that moment, she’d sensed something as she’d entered the bar but it had disappeared. “I think I’ll pass on the passenger transporter job. But thanks anyway.”

Nexia turned around and scanned the bar as subtly as she could. The bar was relatively empty for this time of the day. A man sat in a black cloak and for a moment Nexia found herself hoping it was another Jedi. That hope soon waned when the man looked at her piercingly. Nexia smiled weakly then looked away. Taris was certainly less than friendly.

“You going to order?” The bartender asked with a brisk tone.

“Yeah, give me a Sullustian special.” Nexia said as she moved to a corner booth. Through habit she sat with her back to the wall.

Name: Falleer
Species: Noghri
Description: Dark crimson skin, Blue/black armor, equipped with a verpine sniper rifle and an assortment of 6 knives, his ship is the Itinerant Star which is a modified S40K Phoenix Hawk-class light pinnace. He is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat and relies mostly on his knives, although he is a skilled sniper.

(Sorry, I'll post something later.)

Verd walked straight up to the bar. He slid a ten cred coin across the counter. "Just a glass of muja juice."

"Pretty tame for a Mandalorian, aint it."

Verd stared at the bartender. "I'm feeling calm at the moment. Don't change my disposition."

"Al--alright. One muja coming right up." 

"Thank you." Verd found a seat in a corner booth, where he could see the whole resturant. He saw the Rodian he'd followed in, a Togruta female, a being with a T-shaped mask that glowed gold, a few human males, and a wookie. He noticed the air of confidence projected by the masked man, and the fact that he openly wore lightsabers. Well, his mission was going well. One Jedi found already. He extended a straw from his helmet and took a sip of juice.

The bar was filling up.  First the Jedi Kiffar, then a blue skinned Rodian packing a pair of Westar light blasters walked in.  Ralin couldn’t sense anything from the alien, and that bothered him.  Powerful at mind manipulation, he could always sense SOMETHING from a sentient creature……..unless they’re a Force user masking their presence.

Another Force user……..interesting.  Ralin had been covering his lightsabers with his cloak, but moved the obstruction so that his hands were clear to summon the weapons at a second’s notice.  You don’t have the look of the Order about you at all, meaning you’ve abandoned the Order, you’re another of the few surviving Gray Jedi in the galaxy……..or you have turned hunter and work for Palpatine.

A moment after moving his cloak from over his hip, a fully armored Mandalorian strode into the establishment.  He never looked at any of the other patrons directly, but Drakus sensed his scanning the room, and also felt his…….satisfaction?  There is someone here he’s looking for, and seems to have found him.  Another bounty hunter, I must be cautious; if he and the Rodian are working together, this will be difficult.

Shifting his eyes to the Kiffar, he began to think he should approach her.  They might be after her, though he doubted it.  But still, the Rodian might have felt her through the Force just as I did and followed her in here.  Then seeing me, he called in his armored friend for back-up.  Perhaps…..  The Mando didn’t seem happy for a combative reason, though it could be the same thing for them.  Hard to believe a Mando would be following a Rodian though, even one who is a Force user.  Perhaps he, and maybe not even the Rodian, isn’t hunting us at all; but I’ll take no chances.

Dropping a tip for the waitress on the table as he stood, he slowly walked toward the Kiffar while watching for a reaction from the other two.  As he walked, Ralin dropped his masking of the Force, which caught the attention of the Rodian.

Stepping up to the corner table, the Kiffar seemed surprised both at suddenly sensing a Force sensitive so close and then seeing his lightsabers boldly hanging from his belt, though she was trying to hide it.

“We may be in danger here” Ralin’s helmet altered voice nearly whispered.  “Perhaps we can help each other…”

Skree'kesh the Blue was intrigued. He'd just stepped into the bar when he'd obviously attracted someone's attention. As he walked over to the local bounty boards he sensed a presence blossom in the force. He kept himself closed, his instinct screaming at him to remain hidden. His multifaceted eyes hadn't failed to notice the Mandalorian who'd followed him into the bar as well.

Echuta! Skree, you didn't just escape Darth Vader and his hunters to get yourself picked up by bounty hunters?

He tried not to make it obvious, but he glanced around as best he could,

Awwwwwww Echuta...It's a Mandalorian, alright. The cloaked guy is obviously the force user I felt. Are they working together? Are they after the girl? Or are they after me too? It can't be...they can't know I'm a force user too...can they?

Dropping a tip for the waitress on the table as he stood, the cloaked man slowly walked toward the Togrutan female.

He's making a move for the female...what do I do? Think Skree...think...

Name: Griffin
Race: Human / clone
Gender:male
Occupation: Clone commando
Age: N/A
Weapon: DC-15S carbine and two DC-17 sidearms and a sith sword givin to him from a jedi as a present for helping in the purge of the jedi temple
Appearance: wears black clone armor with a white shoulder pad with his rank on (sergeant major) also his t visor on his helmet has a tint of red, due to his customized HUD
History: as every clone commando Griffin was trained more extensivley in combat, specialisd in urban warfare. he was then put through the command initiative training scheme which was to help him with tactical decisions and leadership. he served under commander cody and then under anakin in the 'vaders fist's' with the purging of the jedi temple. he has no feelings nor emotions and is cold hearted. a ruthless soldier. assigned to hunt down the remainder of the jedi.

The republic cruiser 'deathbringer' orbited the planet taris. the republic army had been tipped off from some locals about force sensitive beings helping sometimes healing the sick. Griffin was one of the commando team which was sent to taris to investigate and 'destroy' these jedi. of course they would have to track them down, there numbers wernt given but there couldnt be to many.

Griffin stood at the bridge of the cruiser with his carbine slung over his shoulder and his helmet under his arm. he looked down at the planet, his mind empty, if he was in charge he would just bombard the planet from orbit. a lot safer and a lot noisier, the way he liked things. the republic gunships where being prepped for transport which gave the clone squad some time to themselves. most where on the VR range, killing the biggest bugs they could put in. the team had an obsession with killing bugs, they preferred them to humans, made more of a mess and noise when they died.
griffin spun on his heels and headed to the elevator. he would go and supervise the prepping of the transports himself, they where taking to long.

((Ok, Can i be a sort of jedi but not quite a jedi? I'm going to post my character before i forget anyways.... if its not ok I can delete/edit)

Name: Kah'le
Race: Bothan
Gender: Male
Age:26
Occupation: Grey Jedi (if ok)
Weapon: Red lightsaber (Die tradition DIE!!!!)  with hilt as long as his forearm. Is tuned to Kah'le, any darksider who picks it up is in for a nasty surprise (pop out blades, like on Blades sword in the movie Blade)
Powers: All of the main jedi ones, (Telekenetic, and the like) along side some darkside abilities (lightning, mind control, things like that) Has an odd power that allows him to drain the life force of others, but only through physical contact. The 'force absorb' allowing him to 'catch' blaster shots
Ship: Crimson Hawkbat Heavily modified YT-1760 freighter, two quad lasers mounted forward-facing, ion cannon/proton torpedo launcher mounted on 'chin' Turrets similar to those on the  Millennium Falcon on top and bottom, manned by wired in droids.
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/0/03/BothanNEGAS.jpg (replace red shirt with black) Can also be seen wearing robes like that of the jedi, but darker.
History: A man of unknown origins, was quite active during the Clone Wars. Was skilled in stealth missions. He helped the republic, but was independant from the Jedi Order. Order 66 was issued as he was on one such mission, he was presumed dead, though this was false. He discovered what had happened when he was observing an attack on a Separatist's base, he witnessed another knight,a close friend of his killed. He is now on Taris.
Personality: Has a cold outlook on life. Tries to calculate situations. Can socialize, is just wary of people he doesn't know.

*That's okay Adeptus, but you'll be the last to have Force powers*

Nexia found herself touching the black tattoo under her left eye, it was a nervous habbit she had but somehow she found it soothing to touch her Kiffar tattoos. She lowered her hand, "Danger is everywhere my friend, why would things be worse here?"

"There is little privacy to talk," the hooded figure told her.

Nexia smiled slightly, she knew that this being was a Force sensative and by the waves of power rolling off him it was clear he was trained to use the Force. "Sometimes being in a crowd can be the safest place a being can be."

"And sometimes it's not," he replied sounding a little impatient.

Nexia nodded and conceeded his point, "So where do you wish to go?"

Can I join? :)

Name: SW-977
Age: 30
Rank: Clone Commander
Expierience: 80/110
Firepower: 56
WOC: simple DC-15 blaster rifle
2nd WOC: stun grenades, and armour.
Instructor: Darth Sidious
Friends: none, so far. But a clone trooper called FT-981.
Ship: Republic star destroyer.
Vehicle: Jetpack and republic tank.

SW-977 was tired. He had been given orders to find the remaining jedi. He was hungry and thirsty. His throat stank of bad breath, that he hadn't had anything to eat. He swung his sidearm about and sighed. The jedi probably weren't even in this galaxy, or this planet, he was on Taris. He knew for some apparent reason, that this was going to be a loooong day.........

*GAH, I’ve had Net's and Si’s species mixed up.  I thought you were the Togruta, Net.  Sorry for confusion *though somehow you did seem to know I was talking about you;* shall edit.*

*Ahhhhhh, Green?  What's with the Experience and Firepower ratings?  Nobody else here is using them, so we, or at least I don't know what you're talking about.  I think you're saying you have good experience, but not sure at all what you mean for Firepower or how good you are at it.  And last I checked, Sidious wasn't training Clones*

"So where do you wish to go?"
   
It had been years since Ralin had dealt with a Jedi, and he now remembered why that was a good thing.  Even now, when they are being hunted across the galaxy, this Jedi would rather spout philosophy then see the danger around her.

“Anywhere the two hunters who followed you in here won’t find us” he nearly hissed.  Ralin was fully in control of his anger, but he had to get the point across.  “I know not if they are here for either of us, but they’re arrival here is far to convenient to be accident.  Be wary; I believe the Rodian to be Force sensitive, and the over appears to be Mandalorian.”

“Very well” she said as she slid out of the booth.  Her attitude hadn’t varied since she’d recovered from sensing him in the Force, despite his warning.  Perhaps she was aware of the danger around her. 

They walked side by side toward the bar’s exit.  The Mandalorian had stood and was on Ralin’s side standing inside the place.  The Rodian was on the Kiffar’s side, and seemed to be fidgeting at the bar.     

Before they could pass, the Mando stepped forward, holding up his gauntlet-clad hand.  “Wait a moment” he said as Ralin’s hands opened, ready to summon his sabers…..

Si was enjoying herself away from the order. It was a sense of freedom that she had never felt while she was at the Jedi temple, working alongside other Jedi bound to honor the millennia old, vaunted but somewhat outdated Jedi Code. Not that she felt the code to be wrong, but just had a different interpretation.

Today Si got up late, languidly stretching, both physically and with the force, as she got out of bed. Her lover Janus had gotten up earlier as he seemed to never sleep for long, but had left a note and a flower in his place next  to Si. She smiled, and felt part of her soften as she saw it. Yes she decided life was much better for her with out the Jedi Order.

Part of the note said that Janus would be out untill dinner, buisness meetings and so forth. Part of Si was happy that he cared enough to care for her financially, but another part felt disappointed that he wasn't going to spend all day with her. Even that thought brought to mind how she was new to these kind of feelings. It was welcome. It did give her the opportunity to scope out some of Taris on her own, with out Janus. Janus knew fully of her past, and her skills in the force, but Si chose to limit how she used them around him, in fear that someone working for the Empire might take notice and cause harm to him. She couldn't risk that.

So she dressed and headed out into the streets of Taris, to explore her new found home.

Verd noticed the Jedi approaching a human female. They seemed to exchange a few words, and the masked man seemed agitated. Finally, the woman left her booth, and the two seemed set to leave. Verd thought about letting them, and following them, but he decided that they wouldn't take well to that. He stood, hoping that they wouldn't mistake his intentions. These days, all Force users  were wary. "Wait a moment.." He noticed the masked mans hands readying.

He slowly raised his hands to his helmet. "I'm a friend." He eased his helmet off, and the woman gasped. "I want to help."

The woman seemed wary. "You do know of Order 66."

At her words, Verd felt the grief of losing his brothers come crashing down on him, felt the pain as much now as when it actually happened. "Yes. I know of it. All too well. But I mean you know harm. Let us leave--this place is not safe."

After delivering his latest bounty on Coruscant, Falleer received an new bounty for some Jedi suspected to be on Taris. Falleer sighed. It was a while since he had last fought a Jedi and was wary of the bounty on their heads. After jumping into to a hyperspace course for Taris, he engaged the autopilot and went into the cargo area of the Star and pulled down a box. "Guess I'm going to need this gear if I'm gonna hunt some Jedi." He pulled out two short swords that had been coated in cortosis, two daggers likewise coated and blood-stained cortosis weave body armor. He geared up and headed back into the cockpit. Falleer smiled grimly to himself as he exited hyperspace and was greeted by a Republic cruiser and the planet Taris. "This is going to be fun," he muttered to himself as he entered the atmosphere of Taris.
           Falleer landed the Itinerant Star on the landing pad and disembarked. He slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder while a cloak concealed his other weapons. He headed straight toward the cantina, judging that to be his best bet on information about any jedi in the area.

Skree was still pretty much on edge as the Mandalorian finally made his move, heading for the female and the cloaked man. He watched carefully as the mandalorian slowly removed his helmet, and the woman gasped.

Does she recognize him? It's hard to tell... Stay out of it for now, Skree. Something bad is about to happen. I can feel it...

Sorry I have not posted yet I have not had the time and still don't. I will try to get one out soon.

* I'm out then, sorry. I just wanted to be a good character :( *

The Kiffar gasped as the Mando removed his helm.  Ralin didn’t know why, the face was new to him.

"Yes. I know of it. All too well. But I mean you know harm. Let us leave--this place is not safe."
   
The Force grip Ralin had on his sabers loosened slightly.  He could feel the pain the Mando felt.  He’s not hunting us…… he wants to help.  But why?

Ralin nodded, but the Kiffar still seemed hesitant.  She knew this man, but in a mixed way that puzzled Drakus.  Nodding toward the door, Ralin followed the Mando, the woman following cautiously.  As they neared the exit, Ralin looked back at the Rodian for a reaction…..

Kah'le was being chased. He nimbly sprinted through the streets trying to avoid the anonymous bounty hunter after him. In an act of desparation, he ducked into an alley. Dead end. He silently cursed whoever had decided to make this alley way a dead end. This was bad. But not as bad for him as it would be for others. He wouldn't die on Taris.

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The bounty hunter sprinted around the corner, disruptor rifle raised. The guns were powerful, and highly illegal, but he worked for the empire, and anyone stupid enough to get in the way of the tall, tattooed Devaronian was as good as dead anyways. He looked around, confused. A single hawkbat flew through the upwards. He frantically began tearing through the trash and derbies. He saw the damed Bothan turn in here he couldn't be gone.

--

Kah'le looked down, and almost laughed. He was safe, but the Devaronian frantically searching was almost comical. It had been close, and he was lucky. He hoped there wasn't a repeat of the incident. But if he was caught, he might be able to negotiate terms with the Empire. He was no longer a Jedi, but their first rule still rung clear in his mind, and he would do his best to adhere to it.
Survive

It seemed to Skree that somehow the Kiffar woman, the madalorian and the hooded man were somehow in league. He didn't want to be too obvious in case their grouping up attracted any hunters looking for a multi-jedi special. He knew he had to stay close, if not to hunt them, at least to provide backup if they found themselves in trouble somehow. Skree was a firm believer in the fact that he had survived this long because of his caution. It saved his life plenty of times, now should be no different.

Let's just hope we haven't attracted too much attention... he thought to himself as he felt the familiar weight of his dual-class, dual-blade lightsabers, hidden in the folds of his spacers overcoat.

The Rogue Shadow landed on Taris, it was here that he felt the Force the most. Meditating outside of his ship, several characters came to his mind in a canteen not far from here.

"A Jedi... Lord Vader will be pleased.."

Zylus got up, put on his hood, and walked to where he felt the Force.

The man nodded towards the door, and Verd relaxed. The woman still seemed hesitant, but the man seemed to trust him. "Thank you. Let's head out of town. I know of a series of caves that are safe. " he noticed the woman seemed reluctant, but she seemed willing to follow him. He donned his helmet, and they walked outside.

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They had rented a speeder, and before long, they were at the caves. As they got out and entered the cave he had prepared as a backup holdout, he decided he had better explain everything. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm helping you. I imagine you have even more doubts about me, ma'am. But I am here to help."

ooc: if you don't like the setting, we can change that. But I have to go, and thought my ship was too close to the center, plus, they might not want to enter a Mando's ship.

*Looks good to me, Vod.  Just let me just stick this bit in; would be right after they walk outside.*

As the trio left the bar, Ralin felt a cold, dark pressense looming from the direction of the spaceport.  His focus had been on the others and the possible threat before, but now that his thoughts were clear, he could feel this new danger…….and it was no simple bounty-hunter. 

Ralin closed himself in the Force, masking himself as completely as he could.  Turning back to the Kiffar, he grabbed her shoulder. 

“Can you mask your Force abilities as I just did??”

“Yes, why?”

“Do it now!” he ordered.  “We are in more danger then I thought…..”

Falleer got to the cantina just as a group of three left on a speeder. He noticed one of the group was a Mandalorian and another had a t-visor helmet on. The third was a anxious looking kiffar female. Falleer considered going after them in case they had a lead on the jedi, but he decided to ask in the cantina. He walked into the cantina and was greeted by the warm stench of booze. He sat down at the bar and ordered a water. He looked around the cantina. He noticed a rather nervous-looking Rodian.

Skree didn't like that the other three had boarded a speeder.

Echuta! I should've made myself known...

Then he noticed his presence had alerted the attention of a not so local individual.

He'd seen this one before...

...bounty hunter...

The shock of seeing the Mandalorian clone had surprised Nexia out of her usual calm. With the insistent reminder about danger Nexia immediately found her balance. She’d never been good at masking her Force powers but it was a skill she was going to have to quickly master.

“Where should we go?” Nexia asked quietly as they boarded a speeder. She had no idea who it belonged to.

“We don’t need to discuss details right now,” the hooded man told.

Nexia nodded and was thrown back into her seat as the Mandalorian let out the throttle. She eyed him warily but she felt no malice from him through the Force.

“So my friend, do you have a name?” she said to the hooded man.

“So my friend, do you have a name?” asked the Kiffar.

Ralin didn’t answer for a moment, unsure if he should bother with formalities.  He was curious as to her reaction though, or if she even knew his name.  “Drakus……..Ralin Drakus.”

She leaned away from him slightly; her face turning blank as she held back her surprise.  Yes, she’s heard of me…..

“Does the name mean something to you?”

“You know it does.  They say…….”

“Yes?”

“They say you attacked a fellow Jedi; that you’d turned to the Dark Side.”

Ralin grinned behind his mask.  “The Jedi say that about those they don’t understand; often they are right.  Sometimes they’re wrong…..”

“Were they wrong about you?” she asked; more unsure then ever about the situation she’d fallen into.

He slowly turned his masked gaze toward her.  “Perhaps.”

He let his answer sink in as the Mando sped out into the ruins of Taris’s debris zone where the remnants of the Second Sith War remained untouched. 

Inside a cave created by the fallen buildings four thousand years ago, the trio dusted themselves off from the speeder ride.  The Mando again took his helmet off, and began to explain his presence. 

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm helping you” said the Mando warrior.  “I imagine you have even more doubts about me, ma'am. But I am here to help."

*Ok, I got us back to WV’s timeline.  Tell me if it’s ok.  I know you were probably referring to a natural cave system, WV, but on Taris not sure we could find one; it was once a world spanning city until Malak blasted it.  Let me know if I need to edit anything*

ooc: no I didn't--so thanks. Not up on my ancient EU history.....it's not exactly school curriculum. :P

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Verd sat down, and motioned for the others to do the same. "As you guessed, ma'am, I'm a clone. RC-1347, Galactic Army of the Republic. Former soldier of the Republic. My name is Verd Skirata. I was part of a Commando batch trained by Kal Skirata, on Kamino. He trained us, made us men. More importantly, he made us Mandalorians. He saved our souls, and probably our lives too.

Over five years ago, we were deployed to Geonosis--our first true battle. My pod brothers and I were sent to scout out an unexplored underground cavern, where a generator was. It was supposed to be lightly defended, due to the huge numbers of droids fighting topside. But when we got there, we ran into a lot more droids than expected. B-1s, SBD's--even the occasional destroyer. We were under heavy fire, the droids were advancing, and I was cut off from my brothers. I concentrating on the oncoming droids, and I didn't notice the group that had moved in to flank us. At the last second, one's foot hit a pebble, and I spun knowing even as I did that I was dead. They fired. I remember closing my eyes, thinking, "This is it. I'm dead." But nothing happened. I opened them, and watched as the fire from over 15 battle droids was deflected by a lightsaber. A Jedi landed in front of me, and all I could see was a solid sphere of light, his saber was moving so fast. When I later reviewed my battle cam, I had to slow time down to micro-seconds to actually see it. With his help, we pushed the droids back and destroyed the generator. He saved my life, and, more importantly, the lives of my brothers.

I worked with many Jedi over the years, on various mission and in numerous battles, and I never lost my respect for them. Neither did the rest of my squad. Their fairness and bravery, kindness and wisdom--these things are unequaled throughout the rest of the galaxy. My squad was always honored to work for them.

Then Order 66 arrived." Verd paused, and noticed the grief in the Kiffar's eyes. "When the order came, I was on Sullust, with several Jedi. There was a Master and his Padawan,  and two Knights. Our squad was discussing tactics with the Jedi, when a group of about twelve troopers showed up. They raised their DC-15's fired. The Master and two Knights managed to block most of the shots, and were only injured. But the Padawan was killed instantly. My squad and I stepped between the troopers and the wounded Jedi, and I demanded to know what was going on. I knew it had to be Order 66, but I had to know for sure.

My fears were confirmed, and the clone Sergeant demanded that I step aside. I refused, and they opened fire. Our Katarn armor was strong enough to withstand the first few shots, but after the second volley we were knocked aside, and the Jedi were killed. We were all injured, and the sergeant told us we would be killed for insubordination. They fired again, but one of my brothers took the blasts for me. They were all dying, and they knew it. They rushed the troopers, taking even more fire, and managed to get close enough to land a few blows. One of them yelled for me to get out of there. I hesitated, but he looked back at me, and I knew that if I stayed, I would waste their sacrifice. Then a bolt penetrated his weakened armor. He fell, and at that moment, I fled for the first time in my life. A few bolts struck my back, but my armor held. At night, I was able to retrieve their armor tallies and a piece of their armor. I stole a ship, and left for Mandalore, where I knew I would get help.

Since then, Kal Skirata has adopted me, and I got my own armor and ship. I also swore to do whatever I could to harm the Empire, and when I heard it was hunting Jedi, and there were rumors of Jedi hiding on Taris, I came. And here I am. I owe Jedi my life, and I will always seek to help them.

But while I hate the Empire, I won't fight it directly. Its ranks are made up of clone troopers; they are my blood, and I can only hope that some see the evil they are serving and leave it. My brothers never fired a shot to defend themselves, and I never did and never will.

That is my story, and why I'm helping you."

Instantly realizing that the Force sense had seemed to die out, Zylus used his instincts and ran back to the Rogue, pulling out his speeder bike. Jumping on, he took off super fast in an attempt to find the Jedi.

Name: Sus'iir Auurin
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Assassin/Jedi Hunter
Age: 40
Weapons: Early Model Karpaki .50 Ballistic Sniper Rifle, Compact Mandalorian Ripper
Appearance: Green/gold Mandalorian Beskar Armor with full HUD helmet, dark tan flightsuit, olive/light brown shoulder cape, left wrist gauntlet armed with an MM9 rocket launcher, Blastech Dur-24 wrist laser, gas propelled dart caster
Personality: Cold, calculating, extremely loyal.

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Polar Ice Cap, Telos IV

"Damn Jedi..." Sus'iir mumbled as he finished wiring a collection of DetPacks around an ancient looking durasteel door. "She'll get what's coming to her, don't worry about that." He walked away, then dug himself deep into a snowmound a ways from the door and hit the activator. KRAFOOOM! In a shower of snow and twisted durasteel, the door was no more. "Oya!" Sus'iir shouted. "Took me 3 fracking attempts..." He stood up and brushed off the snow, peering into the gaping black hole he had just created. "Jedi thinks she can scare me..." Sus'iir checked his guns and walked into the black, expecting an ambush...but it never came. He proceeded down a small corridor that opened into a large open room with 4 additional corridors branching off. It was cold. In fact, frigid. "Now where did you get off to?"

((Ok I sould be able to post after I read up on this stuff.))

"That is my story, and why I'm helping you" concluded the clone Mando.

Ralin continued to pace back and forth inside the dim cavern as he considered the story for a moment.  He had no reason to doubt it, and he could sense the man's honesty. 

Stopping finally, he looked over at the Mando, who was sitting ridgidly at attention.  "You have much honor, Mando.  You have my highest respect.  But I am no Jedi.  It is not me who you wish to help.  However, I suggest that we all work together until we get off this planet.  If you have heard rumors of Jedi here, so have many hunters.  And I sense that another, more dangerous opponent has followed us here as well......"

As Si neared a local cantina, one that she had been to a few times before and was known for its shady characters, but good tarisian ale. She noticed an odd individual storm out of the doors before she could go inside. The was a darkness sounding the force aura of the man as he quickly and angryly made his way towards the closest landing pad.

"I know I'm going to regret this," Si thought "But I know I have to follow him. The force is still my guide, even without the council or order." So with that she made a change of direction, just enough so that she could keep him in sight, but without appearing out of place. She even further blocked her own force aura, so that he would be unable to sense her. He returned to the landing pad and reteved a speeder from the hold.

"Kriffing Mustafar" She muttered under her breath. She was going to have a harder time to keep up. She looked around in a hurry. There were no more bikes around that Si could even steal. So she pulled one of the small devices from her belt and threw it at the tail end of the bike. She would at least be able to follow the homing beacon.