Topic: RPG - The Great Sith War

ok this is an rpg for the war between the jedi and sith 2000 years before the clone wars.you will make your own character(jedi,sith,mando,or trooper).the jedi and troopers will be on the same side as will the sith and mandos.you will have to state your:Name,Alliance,Species, and Gender.

for regular troopers and mandos you will state your:color of armor(troopers you will have different armor than mandos but they will have the same equipment)W-O-C,2nd weapon,Choice of grenade,and 1 small cqb weapon.

sith and jedi will state their:Color of lightsaber,and the choice of three force powers(sith=dark powers,jedi=light powers)oh btw jedi and sith come with the regular powers(i.e. force jump,speed,and lightsaber block).

troopers and mandos have the whipcord and the arm laser and other things like that.

Name:Darth Morticus
Alliance:Sith
Species:Human
Gender:Male
Lightsaber color:Red
force powers:lightning,choke,and invisibility

Name: Ursula Vin
Alliance: Jedi
Species: Human
Lightsabre color: Blue
Force Powers: Absorb, Mind-trick, and Force Pull

Name: Salacious Jerriko
Alliance: Mando
Species: Trandoshan
Armor Color: Black with Gold trim
WOC: SoroSuub W-90 Assault Railgun
2nd Wep: Wrist Rockets
Grenade:concussion
Cbq Wep: Modified Vibro-blade

Name: Kita Kane
Alliance: Jedi/Trooper 
Armour Color: Fushia with ice blue trim
W.O.C: Sniper rifle
2nd W.O.C: Wrist vibroblades
Grenade: E.M.P
Cqb Weapon: Hold-out blaster

There, did I edit it right?

Well since they are an equal amount on each side then let's begin....

The large battleship floated in space above Yavin 4. In one of the rooms of the ship sat a human. This particular man was not of the regular soldier or general. No, he was much more powerful. He was the Great Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Morticus. He was the bane of the Jedi's existence. And a war, the size the galaxy had never known, was just beginning.

arth Morticus sat in a tall leather back chair. A Mandalorian by the name of Salacious Jerriko was advising him of the best tactics to use in the attack on the Jedi fortress. "My Lord, with all due respect," the Trandoshan was saying, "It would be inadvisable(sp?) to make an attack like that." "You see, My Lord, attacking the jedi headon would almost obliterate our infantry. But what I say we do is: while under the cover of night we surround the temple and eliminate the guards, then set explosives and leave causing minimal casualties for us."

Salacious waited impatiently for the Sith Lord's reply. "Yes, General Jerriko, I see your point but have you taken into consideration the Jedi Sentinels and the Jedi snipers?" The Mandalorian General replied with a simple "Yes." "I see," continued the Dark Lord, "Now I assume that with these modifications to the battle plan you also come to request some of my apprentices' help?" "Yes, but," Jerriko replied uneasily, "I thought that it would be wise if we had you come down to the surface to take care of the Jedies before they can alert the whole temple." "I see," Darth Morticus said, noting the uneasiness on the Mandalorian's face, "If you consider it wiser for me and a group of sith warriors to come and fight beside then i would have to say 'yes'." "Thank you, My Lord." the General said before turning and leaving to make the preparations...

Meanwhile, at the Jedi Fortress, Jedi Knight Ursula Vin woke startled from her meditation. "Oh no," she said.
She hurried through the halls of the Temple, until she was standing outside Kita Kane's dormitory. Ursula's twitch became worse as she held in her nerves. She was about to knock on Kita's door, when it opened. "I've had the same vision," said Kita unflinching, "The Sith are becoming too bold."
"I know the Mandalorians are involved, galactic scum," growled Ursula, her accent* had come through strongly,"No offence Kita."
"None taken."
"So what should we do now?"
Kita, just remained silent, alone with her thoughts.

((*She has a Russian accent.))

Finally speaking Kita mumered mostly to herself, "They wouldn't be dumb enough to attack during the day. But, perhaps that's what they want, to make us expect they will attack at night," she observed Ursula with her odd violet eyes, she was expecting for her to come up with an answer and she had no good one, "Plan A: We double our defensives both day and night, Plan B: do nothing and wait, Plan C: We run and get to safe ground. Or at least send the youngling Jedi away. That all I can think of at the moment, anyway. You?"

Ursula was still uncertain of what to do, and the twitch was still getting worse. But something clicked in her mind.
"Hang on a minute, they'll be expecting us to ambush or attack them from any position," pondered Ursula, "So that means, we'll have to attack them,... full on assault that is."  All of a sudden, Ursula broke out in a quick burst of rage and punched a crater into the wall opposite Kita's door. "Ok, we've got to be calm," said Ursula clicking her knuckles in place, "We have the guards defend the Temple against the first wave of troops, then we go in and DESTROY the Sith Lord and his apprentices."

Kita stared at the new hole in the wall, that unnerved her. She had always been told that Jedi kept their cool, and she'd never seen her commander burst out randomly.

"And the younglings, ma'am? Hide them on or off planet?" Kita asked. She didn't know if the Masters thought the younglings could defend themselves against the Sith, but Kita wasn't about to take that chance. There were too few Jedi as it was.  She waited for Ursula to calm herself, before expecting an answer.

NEAR THE JEDI TEMPLE ON YAVIN 4 MIDNIGHT

Darth Morticus stepped out of the drop ship followed by Salacious Jerriko and the 4 best Sith Apprentices. The Jedi Temple had been surrounded as the final dropship landed. The attack was going to commence as soon as Jerriko gave the word.

The four Apprentices turned to their master as the Mandalorian addressed him, "My Lord, everything is in place all that remains is the Jedi Sentinels." "Yes, General, I sense their presence." Darth Morticus said as the Aprenntices acknowledged their presence also. "My Apprentices and I will deal with them accordingly. When we are in place commence the attack." "Yes, My Lord!" the Trandoshan responded enthusiastically.

As the five Sith had gotten into place General Salacious Jerriko commenced the attack. The guards surrounding the temple were shot in the neck with saberdarts and the Sentinels were killed in a surprise attack.

The Demo squad had placed the charges just as a Jedi and a rogue Mandalorian radioed one of the sentinels that had been killed. The only response was eery silence....

"I will finally get to see Morticus in action" Jerriko thought to himself as he shouldered the immense weight of the railgun. It wasn't an elegent weapon but it did the job it was meant to. There aren't many things past an assault ship that can stand against a direct hit from the abomination he carried. Which is how he had gotten most of his lightsaber collection.

He watched as the first line of the temple defence dropped in seconds, after a low hiss of satisfaction he trotted on to lead the charge through the massive temple doors. He waited as the demolitions crew made a final check. "I wonder..." Orsusk grinned a fiendish toothy smile as he knelt down for stability.

On the other side of the doors the temple troops were beginning their formations through a controlled panic. Suddenly a beam of light bust through the door and sent 2 soldiers reelling into the wall with massive holes in their chests. There was a small pause of shock inside the temple.

Ursula pushed the Younglings further behind her. She then activated her lightsabre and charged forward, leading the other Jedi into the battle. Ursula used her abilities to drive the Mandalorians back, Kita on the other hand used her bounty hunter ruthlessness and abilities. All the soldiers were dying at their feet, wave after wave chopped in half or beheaded. What could possibly stop the Jedi now?

"Get back," Kita yelled, both pushing the Younglings and grabbing her commander by the scruff of the neck. She added belatedly after the explosion, "Grenade."

"Mikel, get the others down below. You know where," she told the oldest of the bunch, "Don't open the chamber for anybody. If nobody you know comes for you in 24 hours, get off planet. Just like I drilled, do you remember?" The sandy haired, blue eyed boy nodded, "Go." And the whole bunch, 12 out of the begining 20, ran off.

"Ursula, I'm going to throw some of my EMPs," she warned the Jedi and tossed them over her shoulder.

"EMP!" Jerriko yelled as he saw two grenades fly through the air towards him. Although some blasters have EMP guards, his railgun had to sacrifice this feature because of the immense energy needed to fire it. He fired a carefully aimed blast at the two grenades and vaporized them in mid air. "Heh that was too close..." As the words slipped from his mouth a third EMP grenade rolled to his feet and detonated. His HUD fuzzled and powered off for a few momments.

Jerriko dropped the now useless hunk of metal and unsheathed his modified vibroblade. After slicing through a few more guards he looked over to see Morticus easily marching through enemy troops toward an unseen foe. "He must have seen their leader, wouldn't want to be in her shoes." His HUD flickered back on as a figure approached him.

"General! The enemy seem to..." The soldier's words were cut short by a sniper bolt through the head. Jerriko rolled behind a pillar and saw the reflection of the battle in the fallen soldiers helmet. He caught the glimpse of blue mandalorian armor before the body was thrown by a grenade's explosion. "Kita..."

Kita had lost track of time, everything had slowed to a minimal crawl, and it seemed to freeze when she had seen Salacious. She ducked to reload, and rolled behind a pillar ruin. She had lost track of her commander, Ursula, but Kita knew that the Jedi could handle herself.

She followed Salacious with her scope, but couldn't bring herself to shoot him. "Bang," she whispered to herself as she fired at the solider behind him. He whirled just to probably catch a glimpse of her odd colored armour. She would never know.

"Why don't you run?" Kita asked her newfound target, as the soilder stood staring at the grenade she had thrown at his feet. It exploded and now she had to find a new hidey-hole before she was pinned down. Kita knew that Ursula would have better use of her alive.

Kita Kane elbow-crawled, lowering her target profile, for a sheltered ledge. She sat up against the slab of marble that had fallen during the bombardment, sniper rifle hugged to her chest as she roughly reloaded. "Where are you little Sith?" she asked to no one as she scanned the battle for the Sith apprentices. No lightsabres were lit, and no cloaked ones were to be found. She glanced down at her store of ammo and grenades. Even if every shoot was slotted someone, she'd eventually have to fight with her vibroblades. And, when that happens, Salacious, I'm coming for you.

Darth Morticus was standing in a vantage point with his apprentices. He Turned and asked, "Which Jedi poses the most threat?" The Sith closest to Morticus quickly answered, "The one in the front with the blue lightsaber." "Correct. Now I want you all to help the Mandalorians but leave that Jedi to me." Darth Morticus said as he was pointing to Ursula, "Now Go!" He ordered his Apprentices. Before he himself immersed himself in combat he had to check on Salacious.

Ursula sensed the Sith Lord amongst the mayhem, "Kita be careful, I sense the Dark-Side getting stronger."
She cut through more Mandos, until she could finally see the Sith Lord. Come to me, she said in her thoughts to Morticus. Ursula took several leaps back still taking out the enemy.

Kita nodded, but didn't reply. If she couldn't see what Ursula was doing, she dared not to distract her. Jedi, she had been often reminded, needed their concentration. She lobbed a grenade over the pillar, not seeing where it landed, rose and ran for the closet pillar. She'd have to keep moving if she didn't want to be overwhelmed or pinned down.

The adrenaline rushing through her veins made her hands shake as she aimed for a Sith apprentice. It was the first one she had seen, and she didn't intend to let it get away. She adjusted her scope, retook aim, and fired. It just grazed the Sith, but it got his attention. "That wasn't the best of ideas, Kane..." she whispered to herself as the Sith's yellow eyes seemed to bore into her hazel ones.

Darth Morticus landaed from his jump right next to Jerriko. "HOLY BANTHA!!!" the General exclaimed when he saw the Sith Lord. "Is everything going according to plan?" Darth Morticus inquired. "Yes, My Lord," the Trandoshan answered, "But there has been a few things that have gotten in the way of accomplishing are mission. I hadn't expected the Jedi were going to be this devastating to the soldiers." "Well my Apprentices and I will back up your soldiers so you all can make a retreat." the Dark Lord said, "Give the order as soon as I ignite my lightsaber." "Yes, My Lord."

Darth Morticus jumped into the fray. He killed the first few troopers with hand-to-hand combat but soon resorted to his lightsaber. When that happened the Mandalorians started to recede leaving the Sith with the Jedi and Troopers.

"I have never had to give a retreat order before in my life" Jerriko growled as he gave the signal. His troops dropped back out of the temple quickly before more soldiers became casualties. As the last few grunts were exiting Jerriko's second in command approached him.

"I need you to take command of the dropships for now, I have some buisness to attend to" With that the man strode off, leaving Jerriko to finish his work. "Lets see what this rogue can do."

Jerriko moved stealthily around the battlefield, watching as the sith apprentices tore through the temple guards only pausing to fight the oncoming jedi. Morticus seemed to be moving quickly towards a certain female jedi that Jerriko could only faintly see. "Hmm, seems i'm not the only one with info on the enemy." Just then a line of troopers spotted him. Ducking behind a pillar to dodge the fire he got an idea. The top of the pillar was already blown off, making it perfect for his small plan.

A quick concussion grenade toss rolled past the farthest trooper, causing a window of oppertunity while the soldiers got away from it. Jerriko dove back from the pillar and shot his wrist rocket at a second grenade he had placed at the pillar's base. The resulting explosion toppled the broken collumn ontop of the already panic ridden troops.

That was sure to grab Kane's attention

Darth Morticus cut his way through the troopers heading straight for Ursula. He wanted to see her potential and see if he could use it to his own gains. He glanced over and viewed his Apprentices progress. Much better than he expected. The Apprentices were cutting through the troopers' and Jedies' lines with ease.

It seemed that one had pinned a traitorous Mandalorian. That could turn out badly for Darth Morticus. He was certain that Salacious wanted to kill the traitor himself. Darth Morticus turned and jumped to Jerriko's position informing him of the pinned traitor. The Dark Lord promptly called off his Apprentice after telling him to destroy the sniper rifle.

General Salacious Jerriko thanked the Dark Lord for his help with finding the traitor and promptly headed of in that direction ready to kill the Mandalorian that had betrayed their race. He was going to enjoy that. Enjoy it immensely....

"Holy," Kita hissed as her sniper rifle was destroyed in her hands and was quite surprised when the Sith walked away. She spottted the quite familiar black and gold armour, and grinned. Kita brought down her fists triggering her wrist vibroblades and beckoned to the Trandoshan to her, "Come and get me."

"Come and kill the traitor," she mocked him.
Kane knew why the Trandoshan wanted her dead. She was the Rouge. And, Kita understood. She was to die, here, but not now. She'd fight him until her body had nothing to give. Until all of her blood had spilled; until her lungs could no longer breathe; until her body gave out. Kita Kane would die fighting, and would live until Ursula defeated the Sith Lord and when she knew that the Younglings were safe. Then, she could die.
This would be a fight worth seeing. Both hated each others guts, though, the reasons on different ends of the spectrum. But they respected each other as only warriors could comprehend. Salacious was naturally stronger than her, but Kita had the more endurance. They'd fight each other until this planet was falling about their ears and then, only when the other had died.

Ursula kicked the Sith back, but he just brushed it off as he got up, "Nuts!" whispered Ursula to herself. Morticus attacked her full on, using every lightsabre attack necessary, Ursula had taken swings at him and jumping over, using her abilities, what she did not know was that, Morticus was smarter than he looked....

In mid-jump Ursula was grabbed and thrown into the temple wall by the power of the Dark Lord. As her consciousness was fleeting the Sith stood over her and said in contempt, "Give up, Jedi." Ursula passed out and was soon lifted over the shoulder of Darth Morticus.

Jerriko and Kane attacked each other. The Traitor had her vibroblades poised ready to attack as Jerriko jumped at her. Right as Jerriko had attacked the were blown apart by what could have been an invisible explosion. "Jerriko, I have no time for your vengeance!" the Dark Lord yelled at the general. Jerriko got off the ground grumbling and quickly followed the Sith out.

Kita Kane was dazed but not enough to faint. She got up but almost fell. Her leg was broken. Disregarding the pain Kane limped to the gate of the temple only to see the dropships flying back to the ship. A Jedi healer came out and scloded her for being on that broken leg but before the Jedi could tell her to sit down so she could look at it the temple exploded.Both were propelled into the brush as the temple exploded raining rubble on the only two survivors of the attack.

Alliance:sith
name: darth colemon
force powers: force lightning,force choke,lightsaber block
lightsaber: double bladed,red

Name: Rilk
Species: human
Alliance: Sith
Weapon-Of-Choice: Double Bladed Sith War Sword
Force powers: Fear, mind trick

Rilk watched the scene unfold from the ship's bridge, annoyed. He wanted to be down there, cleaving and tearing away at the Jedi. His own blood hot. Left to watch, left to sit in orbit waiting. One had to stay behind, and the apprentices needed experience, needed a chance at the Jedi prey. Rilk sighed, tapping the controls in hopes of keeping a stable orbit. Sometimes it just didn't pay to be the superior. He hoped for a Jedi to interview afterwords. Rilk had gotten quite adept at making the Dark Side tempting, especially when he did it his way without the master over his shoulder.
He sensed the Mando behind him, a left over, same as Rilk.
"What do you want?"
"Sir, the drop ship has returned. The master wished to have you there to meet them."
Rilk nodded, allowing the mando to lead the way to the docking bay. The gleaming war sword hanging off his back as he walked. Polished to perfection.
The hallway was about 250 meters to the Docking Bay. And by the time they arrived the drop ships had arrived and the crew begun disembarking. He watched as Morticus walked down the ramp, bowing at the presence. Noticing the Jedi he carried with him.
"Master..."
"Take her out of my sight, you have full permission to do anything you deem...fit."
Rilk nodded again, motioning for two droids to fetch a stretcher and carry her to the room. He waited outside the room, waiting for her to wake up, thinking of all the things he deemed 'fit'. When she finally did he walked inside, laying the sword outside the door. He wouldn't need it.
"So glad to see you awake, I assume you had a nice nap?" She ignored the comment.
She gave him a look of cold steel, he gave her the shivers. Waking up some old memories that would have been better left buried. Thoughts you can just pick like a ripe fruit, warp with fear and throw them back on the tree.

Name: Gustavo Perez
Alliance: Sith/Mando
Species:human
Armor: Black primary color, white secondary color
W.O.C : EE-3 blaster rifle
2nd weapon: stokhli spray stick
grenade: thermal detonator
Cbq weapon: vibroshiv

meanwhile, in hyperspace, heading to yavin 4, in a small, heavily crippled starship far beyond functional, let alone repairable, a mandalorian warrior sends a transmission to salacious jeriko:

" General Jeriko! I've come to help. My squadron was interecepted by space pirates, and I'm the only survivor. Requesting replacement starship, repeat, requesting starship. Awaiting any orders sir."

Ok,anyone else that's going to join needs to be on the jedi's team. We have too many sith/mandos.

Darth Morticus stood in the training room with his four apprentices. "Listen up. Today you will not be fighting the regular training droids you will be fighting me." One the apprentices gave a startled jump. The four sith drew their blades and attacked the Sith Master. The first came swinging quickly. Darth Morticus sidestepped and forceblasted him into the wall. Just as the apprentice hit the wall the three others came in together. Morticus dodged the strokes and drew his blade. A gleaming red shaft of pure energy leaped from the hilt and collided with the apprentices' blades. The apprentice that had hit the wall joined the confusion. Morticus parried and struck not using his full power. Jerriko walked in carrying news of defeat.  Morticus sheathed his blade but one of the apprentices made another attack. Morticus dodged it and hit the Sith in the chest full force thus killing him.

"I will not tolerate anything like that!" shouted the Sith Lord before receiving Jerriko's news.

(Hoy, so you want me to go ahead and change that then? Doesn't matter to me I suppose.)

"Give it up, Mandalorian!" called the Jedi Healer. He had been following her past the giant monoliths of marble, black, white, and pink-hued. He stumbled over a jagged end of a boulder that had caught on the end of his robes. The Mandalorian woman caught him just an inch before his nose hit the ground. He got the feeling that she had done it on purpose.
    "Get this straight, Jedi, I have a name. I'm just not a reminant of a war. Understand? I'm not a tool, I'm not a slave, and I'm not your underling," she paused, debating her next words, "Genetically, I'm your superior. But, we are brothers-in-arms. Now, I'm a danger to be around-- I'm a tratior to my own people-- I wouldn't blame you if you left right now. But, I'm not leaving until we find the Younglings and at least Ursula's body."
    She turned her back on the Healer, and began her way torward an opening in the rock. Her pace quickened and determined. The Jedi Healer, obviously not used to being spoken to like that, stood still. As if his heels were aflamed, he scurried up to Kita.
    She glanced down at him, as if to say I was right, after all.
    "So,  why are you here? I mean, for the most part," he looked her up and down if not a bit timidly, "We Jedi hate you and you hate us. Frack, Ursula is the only Jedi-- save for the Younglings, I mean-- that will even look your way."
    "There is no hate, only peace," Kita believed that was the saying of the Jedi. Or maybe a Sith proverb. She truely had never bothered learning the Force-weilding population's philosophies. She had just been sent to a battlefield and fought. Until....
     Maybe not, she thought at seeing the amused expression on Garrison's face.
    "Ursula saved my life when she should have killed me. That's all I have to say on the matter. Ask her if you want to know anything else."
   "B-but," he stammered, "You just said so yourself that she's dead."
   Kita caught him again as he fell flat on his face, "Don't you be putting words in my mouth, Jedi-Man. I never said she was dead," she glanced down through the marble gap. Although she knew that the Jedi Healer could not see it, Kita could just make out the glint of a human's eyes off the setting sun.
    "Mikel?" she called down the gap, enjoying the feel of the semi-Mandalorian name against the roof of her mouth.
   "Kita?" called the kid's raspy voice.
    "Who else is with you?" Kita hollered, careful not to let military jargon enter her speach right now.
    "Me, James, Mikah, and Neesha!"
    "Great, just great," complained the Jedi Healer, "A Mandalorian, four Younglings, and me!"
    Kita ignored the Jedi Healer, "Ursula with you?"
    "That big Sith man took her," Mikel replied after Kita managed to drag them out with no help from Garrison.
    "So, now what? We mount a rescue mission with four Younglings?"
    "If that's what it takes. But, first, I have some friends to call up. Think you can hang around, Jedi-Man? Playing with us big boys?" she winked at the Younglings.
   "Friends?"
   "Just some Mandos. Some of Ordo's and Skirata's ex-men," she shrugged innocently, walking off with the Younglings. Already planning for their trip off planet. They would have to get off planet quick. She knew that the Sith might be plannig to destroy the plannet.
   "Or-Ordo and Skirata men?"
   "What? My brothers scaring the big, bad Jedi-Man already?"

The Great Sith Lord Morticus walked onto the control bridge. "Captain Perez and his..." "Yes, I know. General Jerriko has already told me all about it." The control bridge operator returned to his position before being called by Dark Morticus. "What is the present course of the ship?" "Sir, we are heading to Mandalore." "Change course to the Wookie planet of Kashyyk. They are powerful allies of the Jedi. Call Captain Perez and tell him of the change of course."The Sith Lord lingered for a moment and then left to search for General Jerriko and his greatest apprentice Darth Rilk.

"Ah. Gneral Jerriko," the trandoshan bowed to the Dark Lord, " we are headed to Kashyyk to eliminate the Wookies." Jerriko gave an evil smile. "I want you to arouse the Rancor commandoes and get them ready for combat." The..the Rancor Commandoes? Are you sure? They are tremendously unstable and could turn in the heat of battle." "Yes, I'm certain" Sith Rilk entered the room just as Jerriko left. "You wanted me sir?" "Yes," The Dark Lord turned to his Apprentice, "I want you to prepare for battle. You and I will attack Kashyyk with the help of the Rancor Commandoes." The Apprentice bowed and turned going off to prepare for battle.

transmission to Captain Perez:

"Sir! do you copy?"
"Yes I'm here, what is it?"
"We are changing course to Kashyyyk, repeat, change course to Kashyyyk."
"As you wish."

( transmission close)

"Aw great how am i gonna land this thing?" thought Gustavo. "I'm gonna have to make a crashland somewhere in the outskirts i suppose. That is, if this bird doesnt get fried in the process. also I'm not sure this ship has enough power to get out of hyperspace, but i guess I have no choice.well, i better get my weapons ready."

" ok now that I'm ready..." ( sets course for Kashyyyk)

the battered ship makes the jump into hyperspace.

" now, if I'm gonna get back out of hyperspace, I better try making as many repairs as i can...."

suddenly a huge, purple scaled fist swings out of nowhere and bangs his helmet.

" ugh what the-?" Gustavo mutters as he turns around to find a blaster pointed at his face.

"how did you get in here damn pirate?"

" while your friends were frying my friends, i jammed your system's alarms and snuck in through the rear hatch. now you're going to pay for what you-ugh!"

one of the ships laser cannons has spotted the intruder and sends quick, powerful bolts through him.

" and now to finish you off." Gustavo activates his armor's built in flamethrower, and completely burns the pirate until what is left of his corpse is frying on the ships floor.

" I'm always ready for intruders."

(small edit...secondary weapon: Tonfa style lightsaber, color: red)
Rilk would have to ignore the captive, hurrying off to his quarters. Ubese tracker armor he'd taken from a past battle, clipping lightsaber to his belt and war sword in one hand. He kept the helmet under one hand, running back to the loading ramp. Surprised to see a sleeping Ursula-he'd gotten the name quite late in his questions-being carried into the landing craft. He walked up to Morticus.
"Master, do we need that kind of bait...her allies..."
"You'll soon see why I am the master."
Rilk walked behind the Sith up the landing pad. If he had to, he'd beat defeat into the ground to win. Jedi needed to die.
Inside the lander though, he took his position at the command deck. The ogygian cloak and shata leather pants, chest mounted comlink placing him apart from the Sith robes and Mando armor. Listening to the talk and planning, it was too complicated for a mission. Too many goals and maybies. And the Jedi they'd brought along to top it all off.
No amount of technology could predict what the force was capable of. If this failed, like he expected it to, the resident Sith Lord would have to be 'replaced'.

Aw i hope this rpg isnt dead.

(nope. I'm just waiting for everyone else. Atinvod is going to write sometime around the weekend, don't know about the others.)

ok cool

The lander started its repulsorlifts and floated off the Sith Battle Cruiser. A few seconds after it got out of the docking bay it went into hyperspace and headed to Kashyyk shortly followed by the main fleet. They were going to hit the capital city of the planet with the Rancor Corps of the the Mandalorians and then orbitally bomb the other major cities and major military bases.

"General Rilk, you and I will join Grov's group and slowly surround and climb up the tree city. Before we spring our attack we will wait for General Jerriko, Captain Perez and Hobbe's group to silently eliminate the sentries. Then we shall slughter the Wookiees." The Sith Lord told his most promising Apprentice. Rilk nodded in acknowledgement. They would arrive at Kashyyk shortly and then their plans would be set into motion.

can you multi class sith and mando? if so...
Name: Lord Ranik
race: Korun
alliance:to who ever pays most or gives the most death sticks
ocupation:Sith/mando
sabre color: dual one red one purple
extra wepons: rawk chop special
force powers: lightning choke push/pull heal battle meditation

I'll have to limit multiclasses to three Mando/Sith's and three Jedi/Trooper's

((Hope this'll make up for my long, extended absences.))

    Garrison stood in a small square rooom. Water trickled damply down the walls, giving them a slick sheen. The yellow-green glowstick Kita held over her head made the broken statues that lined the walls shine whitely like ghosts. They ignored these, only stopping when Kita saw a discarded blaster pistol laying on the floor. She squated on her haunches and hefted it up lightly with one hand so they could both regard it. It was Sith in design.
    Somebody has been down here recently, he thought.
    Kita tossed away from her, and it thudded dully to the floor. Kita glanced around once more, and then shrugging her shoulders, she rose to her feet in a quick, smooth motion. However, she rose too quickly. Her sore head spun, making her vision blurr and dots appear behind her steel gray eyes. The blast earlier had sent her into a tree and she hadn't the time to have it checked. Her leg, too, throbbed from overexertion.
    Garrison, paying no heed to the wounded Mandalorian, stood to her far left, examining the wall.
    "Mandalorian," he called out to her, "Come shine that light over here."
    Kita, biting down hard on a gasp of pain, managed to pass off a stereotypical stance, "What are we looking at?"
    There was a long pause where, Kita assumed, Garrison was having one of those Jedi-feely moments. His blonde hair hung in thick, sweat-glued chunks over his face, although his dark eyes were closed, Kita could easily read the exhaustion on his face.
    "These indentations on the wall."
    Kita peered over his shoulder,"So, what's the big deal? Plenty of old places like these have holes."
    He smiled at himself at the Mandalorian's ignorance, "No," Garrison whispered with a shake of his head, "Not holes. They look like restig places for holocrons. I can feel their presence even if they are gone," he paused for a long moment. His breathing was heavy and his face was contorted in labor, "Sith holocrons."
    "We go. Now, Jedi-Man. My brothers will meet us at Kashyykk... it's a safe haven. We tratiors were accepted by the Wookiees," Garrison didn't fail to miss the venom at the word tratiors.
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    Kita stared at the blurring lines without really seeing them. The tinge to her vision was red from the pain and all she could focus on was the fact that she had failed Ursula. She'd failed at protecting the guardian of the holocrons, she'd failed protecting the Younglings, she failed at protecting her only friend, she had failed everyone... her father.
    "You sure you're okay?" asked Garrison, a tinge of worry lacing his tone.
    "I...ah... my head," Kita intoned, "the blast must've knocked me harder than I thought." Garrison went across to the taller Mandalorian, and grabbed her arm before she had a chance to skit off, "Your head?" he looked up at her, "I ought to take a look, you might have a concussion..."
    Kita shook him off angirly, "No, Garrison."
    "Let me look, Mandalorian...."
    Kita glared at him, "I said no, just leave it will you?" She turned from him, and staggered slightly as he walked across the small cockpit to the exit.
    "Look, you are hurt, you fool Mandalorian, " he said in exasperation.
    "I will not remove my helmet, not for anyone..."
    "By the Force, you are stubborn! What are you so concerned about, Kane?" he walked across to her, and tried to reach up to place a hand on her shoulder, alas, he was too short, "There is
no-one else here, and I can keep a secret."
    Kita glanced sideways into the main room where the children slept on makeshift bedrolls, will they think any less of me if they know? She thought, her heart sinking, bah, they're asleep....
    "No, Garrison, I cannot."
    "Then... then... then you're useless! Useless to everybody, Mandalorian! Ursula needs you to save her and you'll die from infection because of some stupid jungle virus that came in through your breathing filter!"
    Kita could feel her fists clentching and unclentching. How dare he? she seethed in silence, "Fine. I'll go."
    Garrison watched her leave, his heart hammering in his chest. He had alreay promised himself that he'd never make a Mandalorian angry on purpose again.     He fought back the surge of anger he'd picked up from Kita. Fracking Mandalorians! He breathed deeply, trying to focus himself  and the emotions that were swirling around her from the Mandalorian. His thoughts kept coming back to the wounded Mandalorian. It went against everything in him to let someone seriously hurt just walk away.
    He followed after her out of the small room. In the dim light, he could just see the shape of the Mandalorian leaning up against the wall. He raced over to her, "Kita?" he called out, his voice tight.
    She didn't look at him, "Garrison, help me take this accursed thing off."
    He swallowed hard, "You sure?"
    "Frack it, Jedi-Man! My head feels like a Basilisk war droid has used it for a crash pad," she groanded deeply as she turned to look at him, "I think I'll sit..." she slid heavily to the floor.
    Garrison crouched down beside her, "You fool," he whispered, "why are all Mandalorians so wilful?"
    "Shush Garrison, you are making my head throb with your lecturing."
    He reached up, and undid the clips to her helmet. There was a slight hiss as air was expanded. He went to remove it, but strong hands knocked her's away, "I'll do it."
    Garrison gently placed her hand against the side of her head, feeling her short cropped hair tickle her finger tips as familiar steely gray eyes watched him, "This is a nasty cut you've got here. Looks really bad. You must have taken quite a knock... unfortunately; it didn't seem to knock in sense into your thick Mandalorian skull."
    She remained silent as skilled hands probed about the wound.
    "I have soem kolto wraps here in my pack," he said as he moved away from Kita to reach into the small pack he carried with him. She quickly removed one and placed it against the side of her head, "Place your hand here," he held one of her hands, and guided it to the kolto wrap, "Just hold it in place.." he became aware that she was watching him intently.
    "It doesn't bother you? Knowing what I was?"
    "I have known for quite some time, Kita Ordo. Masked as you were. It is hard to forget the eyes that belonged to your father."
    Kita laughed quietly, glancing away from him, "Could never fool a Jedi."
    "Come," she beckoned him, "We're being hailed by the Wookiees. It is time for you to meet some real Mandalorians."

Lord Ranik stood in silance awaiting orders...

The dropship came out of hyperspace followed closely by the cruiser. The dropship  entered the atmosphere of peaceful Kashyyk, home of the great Wookiees. The dull hum of the repulsorlifts did not lift the bloodlust from the Rancor Mandos.

The Rancor Mandalorians and thus called because  a group of three taking down a rancor barehanded. They are the most powerful and wiolent tribe of the Mandalorians.

The dropship landed and the groups disembarked. They would get to the city together and once there they would split up. On the way they regrouped with Captain Perez. "Captain Perez, you will be with Hobbe's group and take out the sentries." "Yes Master." They continued on and arrived at the city. Darth Morticus and General Rilk with Grov's group began scaling the base of the tree city as the other group took up sniping positions. The Sith preceded the Mandalorians in case something went wrong. If something did they would swiftly take care of it.

Ok. The teams are way too uneven. We need the next few peole to join or to have someone make a good character along with their main character. Seeing as to how the latter can confuse the poster I suggest that THE NEXT PEOPLE WHO JOIN BE JEDI OR TROOPERS!!!!!!!!!
                                                                                                          Thank you

Alright, I'll create a side character to lighten the inbalance. I'll mention who it is before writing. Give me a while to think of something.

heres a side jedi character
Name: kon-jre-ana
race: human
allaince:good
occupation: jedi
light saber coler: dark blue
aperance: pure white jedi robes and silver hair and boots

Jericko sat in his ship deliberating. "Retreat!? Rancor Troops? No regard for our customs or my strategies. Ordered around by a half-wit follower of some hokey religion."

His orders were to check on Gustavo and prepare for Morticus's landing with his new apprentice. A prep mission? Couldn't do that. Couldn't stand anymore. His mandalorian brain faught itself on the field of his subconscious. His allies were counting on him. His pride, his honor, his sanity were all at stake. The final conclusion was accepted.

Jericko's ship veered off course for only a moment before blasting into hyperspace towards an unsuspecting new comrade. Now the easy part... just keep under the radar while the sith realize his treachery, convince a sworn enemy to join forces, and not get his arms ripped off by a wookie...  oh ya.. he was in great shape.

Captain Perez traveled with Hobbes and his warriors. Their orders were to destroy all the sentries. The wookie planet of Kashyyyk was a huge jungle, filled with many species he had never even heard of before. As they proceeded, the jungle became thicker and the trees blocked out more sunlight with every step. Suddenly, they stopped. "Captain Perez, do you see that?" "*nod* a wookie sentry. We are to take them out now?" "yes, my snipers will both cover and take out the sentries. you and some of my men are to scout the area and bring back a report on all wookies and their locations. understood?" "yes sir, right away."

Name: TenRe Dian
Occupation: Jedi
Species: near-human
Alliance: Well, Jedi
W-O-C: staff lightsaber (tan)
Secondary: Shoto lightsaber (tan)
Clothing: Jedi guardian robe (iron colored), plate goggles(sunglasses that cover the forehead before being put over the eyes-nothing special), Rancor hide boots.
Appearance: Scarlet red hair, black eyes (weak because of small pupils. Terrible night vision, and slightly poor day vision.)

TenRe watched the sky quietly, the oversized glasses covering his eyes and a good part of his forehead. Carefully as possible they'd hailed the incoming transport. He'd argued about the security with the Wookies, the compromise still bothered him. Too open, Sith didn't need to big of one to climb in and infect the wound. Hopefully they'd made the right descision letting these Jedi in. His body shivered as he sensed the presence in the force, it wasn't the aura itself but the emotions it carried with it. He jumped off the branch he'd been watching from, falling head first towards the landing pad. Flipping onto his feet at the last minute. The craft landed about the time he landed, the ramp lowering seconds after. He flipped the glasses up over his eyes, bright day he'd just have to grin and bear it. Politeness and all that.
"Kita, good to see an ally once more. Sith seem to like our scent it seems."
Kita and some others, at least one person stepped down. Hard to tell in the light, he kept blinking and squinting.
"Will you ever stop wearing those redundant glasses?"
He flipped the glasses down, making it easier to see at least.
"When someone decides to turn down the sun I will."
TenRe lead them into their quarters for the day, meetings took time. Gathering whoever she wanted to talk to would take time. They'd send a messenger soon as possible. Now if the messenger survived was another matter.