RPG - The Great Sith War (Page 2 of 9)

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

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.

"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?"

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."

Aw i hope this rpg isnt dead.

ok cool

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

((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."

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.

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.

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.