RPG: Age of Skywalker (Page 6 of 30)

(Can we plz stay on topic, I dont want this RPG to die because of little interferences between the storyline making everyone forget wat they were doing, Because I love this RPG)

Pretty soon it would be dark and he knew that Traxus' little freind would be back he had to hasten his search. Hearing footsteps coming from the doorway Hisuke leaped over the wall and headed for his ship. When hegot there he was enraged at the sight of his mangled cruiser in flames. He looked through the sand looking for tracks of the culprates, sucess it was the tracks of a tusken raider vile beasts he thought, searching for the cl0osest camps he slaughtered them all excluding the small children leaving them to fend for themselves knowing they'd more than likely die soon. He then hopped back aboard his speeder and heeaded into town looking for a ship that wouldsuit him well. after hours of haggling with the owner of a Lambda-class T-4a shuttlehe had met in one of the cantinas he had bought a new ship.

*Lambda-class T-4a Shuttle Original Design*
Manufacturer  Sienar Fleet Systems[1] (designer and primary builder)
Cygnus Spaceworks (subcontractor)
Product line  Cygnus/Sienar shuttle family
Model  Lambda-class T-4a shuttle
Class personal Shuttle
Cost  240,000 credits[2]
Technical specifications 
Length  20 meters[3]
Maximum acceleration  1,400 G[4]
MGLT  50 MGLT[3]
Maximum speed (atmosphere)  850 km/h[3]
Engine unit(s)  SFS 240 sublight ion engines (2)[1]
Hyperdrive rating  Class 1.0[3]
Backup Class 10
Hyperdrive system  SFS S/ig-37 hyperdrive[1]
Shielding  Multiple shield generators (Rated 100 SBD)
Hull  Reinforced durasteel/carbon fiber hull (Rated 66 RU)
Navigation system  Navigation computer equipped
Armament  Standard configuration: Steerable forward twin Taim & Bak KX5 laser cannons (2)
Fixed forward twin blaster cannons (2)
Aft retractable ArMek R-T0 twin blaster cannon (1)
Taim & Bak GA-60s twin laser cannons (2)
Crew space Minimum crew  2
10 to 20 passengers
8 passengers in staterooms
Cargo capacity  80 metric tons
Consumables  2 months 
Other systems  HoloNet transceiver (in some Imperial VIP models)
Personnel tractor beam (equipped when used as a rescue craft)
Cockpit escape pod
with that business he went out to find himself a suitable yet dispensable crew.

*zoncxs*

As I make my way threw is ship, taking in all the details about it I begin to wonder about his 'cause'

< he talks as though luke skywalker has enough good in him to do what is right. can I believe such emotions towards the man who chased his friends, the rebels, away? the one who is the son of the late Darth vader? (asume the info about them being father and son got out people.) am i to believe if he tried he could change the ways of skywalker? this man truly believes that he can. if there is a way to change luke's aspect of life, make him take a different route to peace, then i must see to it that there is one. it would be a shame if he die's, if anyone for that matter. i will try and help starjammer in his life goal, if it is truly what he plans to do.>

(Kuat systems engineering produced several prototypes of the Firespray 31 class attack and patrol craft but all but 1 were destroyed shortly the the battle of naboo the 1 remaining was that belonging to jango and Boba Fett. So how did you get your model VM. BTW I researched it while I was looking for a new ship. I just wanted to know where you got yours so I could possibly get one myself If my current ship gets blown apart.)

(VM's firespray 31 model was obtained by his father. thats where he got it from since what you said is true. so there would be no 'offcial' company making that model though i would asume you can get junked version and repair them but that would take a long time to do and no one would have done that.)

( excuse my wording, I meant if I am on or over ground while it is shot and then blows up, because I have a cockpit esacape pod If you remember from my ship specs.)

Finding a crew he then headed to a peacekeeper fleet and rrequested to immediatly board, when he was aboard he disposed f his crew opened hid the bodies and opened the ramp. after dong so he met up with aa deck officer and told him he was a force user and demonstrating such and asked to speak with skywalker himself he discovered that skywalker wasn't aboard the ship e then requested skywalker's location and a crew [this time he would not dispose of them] aand headed for skywalker.Dumping the dead bodies of his prevous crew out of a trash chute.

Ralin stepped into the dark, smoke filled room.  His scanners picked up several patrons; but they were all in the booths around the bar's edges, avoiding the attention of anyone that didn’t concern their business.  Dark silk hangings decorated the walls; and as his thermal imaging revealed, concealed the entryways to private meeting rooms.

The only well lit part of the establishment was the smallish, circular bar at the center, directly ahead of the entrance.  Behind it was an old, though tall and well built man.  Ralin recognized him as Ven Daxon, the arms dealer and bounty hunter’s middle-man.  Drakus’s profile on him was limited, but he could see that the aged man had seen his share of combat.  His scared features and steely eye’s revealed a man not to be trifled with.

“Can I help you?” asked Ven as Ralin stepped out of he shadows toward’s the bar. 

“I understand we may be able to help each other.”  Ralin lifted his right gauntlet and displayed the Mandalorian weapons on it.

Ven leaned his head back in acknowledgment.  “Perhaps.  Sally!  Watch the bar.”  An old WA-7 waitress droid rolled up out of the back room. “Sure, Ven” responded the droid tiredly. 

Ven stepped out from behind the bar into a dark corner and moved the drapery to reveal a secure door into a back room.  Placing his hand on a print scanner, the door hissed open.  “Come this way.”

WAYWARD SOUL: FIRESPRAY 31-CLASS ASSAULT AND PATROL CRAFT: HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO CORUSCANT, ETA 36 HOURS

I'm frustrated.

The Force flows through me as fluidly as my movement through Form VII. I'm unsatisfied, the connection is there, just...lacking. I'm in the Soul's cargo bay, modified to give me a place to practice while I travel. I move freely throughout each movement, one flowing into the next. Anyone watching, of course would just see seemingly free-wheeling and open movements, a very unpredictable lightsaber style. The staccato swings and flow of this form make it seem as if my attacks are unlinked—but in reality, I would merely be confusing the opponent, if there was one.

At least in theory. My frustration mounts as my silver-bladed lightsaber, in dual-lightsaber staff mode, hums and drones like a nest of angry insects.

"Glitch... Combat sim Zero Alpha" I say into the comm.

"Yes master!" Glitch comms from his cockpit station.

The security locker adjacent to my training room opens and four modified Soro-Suub 501-Z models http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/501-Z_police_droid
walk out, brandishing unlit lightsabers. Each is programmed with all known lightsaber combat forms as well as their standard combat protocols. I know they're programmed to alter tactics in mid- combat, if I'm deemed dangerous. I breathe in and allow myself to focus on the force, applying it to my Vapaad Form, as it is necessary to employ the Force directlly in combat, in order to successfully master the form.

One, as I've designated it, steps out to meet me, its now active yellow lightsaber burning in its reflective alloy skin. I smile and step in to attack. It parrys my attack and steps back, utilizing the defensiveness of Form III.
<Worth its weight in programming> I think, <Stay on the defensive and watch me exhaust myself.>

I expand my awareness to cover the other three "Zeds." Two, I recognize, is flanking my right, employing Form I, with the intention of getting its green blade in to disarm me. Three, I feel, moves to my left, employing Form II to test my guard, its hand holding the hilt in a single-handed low guard, purple blade angeled downward at its side.

I refine my focus in the force and allow it to flow through me, shifting my stance into Form V, the Djem So variant.

As I shift, a scrape of metal against the floor behind me gives away Four's position. I grab it in the force and hurl it telekinetically over my head. It crashes into the bulkhead with a resounding thud and an, "Ow! Echuta!" It's red lightsaber deactivates when released from its grip, to be picked up and reactivated by One, who maintains a two handed variant of Form III.

<...sigh...oh, well. No time like the present.> I think...

I rush in at Two, blasting past its hastily established guard as the Force drives me towards it. I land one, two, three, then four blows simultaneously, my frustration sending the Force through my muscles, enhancing the force of each blow. Two's chosen stance, the horizontal parry, is easily obliterated by my brutal barrage. It's defense crumbles under the weight of my use of Djem So. I hear gears grind and gnash as it drops its green blade and falls to the floor. I trip its activation switch with the Force and whirl around to meet the attack attempt made by Three. I found myself so intent on arrogantly meeting the attack head on, that I'd failed to anticipate a feint. It stepped to the right. Then the green lightsaber previously wielded by Two swung up at me, gripped in an invisible hand.
<Interesting...How the...?> I watched the hilt of the unlit lightsaber increase velocity and shift into position for a straightline assault at my head. Three ran in close and swung at my legs. I shifted my blade low to deflect his attack, and activated the second silvery blade to parry the errant attack at my skull. It slices the weapon's sparking hilt in half as the blade reaches full length, the remains clattering to the floor like a child's toy. I stare at Three's visor-like photoreceptor.

"How?"
"Magnetic field manipulation, Master Starjammer. We are of course, programmed to alter tactics as we see fit. Do you not approve?" Three tilts its head, an odd gesture.
<You, my friend are overdue for a mindwipe.> I think. "Well done, Zed Three."
"Thank you, Master."

Three's purple blade, humming angrily, swings in at the middle of my weapons hilt. I could twirl it to deflect bladeside, however I can sense One still moving in close. I have to accept the limitations of this enclosed space. <Get this over with quickly, before you make a big mistake.> I seperate the two hilts, revealing the chain hidden inside, linking the two weapons together. His attack meets the chains, possibly expecting to sever them. No such luck.

The blade buzzes like firegnats on a rampaging feeding frenzy as it makes contact. I'm satisfied by the sparking gnashing buzz as the chain's cortosis components disrupt the blades feedback loop, rendering the weapon inactive. Three appears somewhat surprised, even for a droid, as he's caught holding a useless hilt in his hand. He's deactivated via the Force before he can even reply.

"Just you and me, One. Care to dance?" I say...

Darson Stood on hill over looking a plain of grass. As he watched the clouds rolling bye, ships appeared in the sky and begain fireing. Giant slivers of red energy lanced down from the ships hiting the grassy field, blackening it instantly. With each bolt whole plains of soft grassy plains was reduced to molten slag. As Darson looked on in horror as citys that could be seen in the distance, were wiped of the map with a single blast. Some how he could hear there screams, and see there faces, which were full of agony and a sense of betrayal. He tried to reach out to them, to try and save them, but it seemed like he wasnt fast enough. Each time he reached to a city, it was incinerated by a spear of light. A sense of failure weld up inside his chest, it was so painful that he fell to his knees. Tears fell freely from his face. "
"Darson......"
Darson looked up. He could hear someone calling his name....
"Darson.....Darson!"

Darson jerked awake, starteled out of his nightmare. He looked up, there was somebody standing over him. The light behind the face to bright for him to make out the face. He tried to sit up but the after the pain he experienced, he decided to lay back down.
"Darson?" A femine voice said. Darson tried to look up, to address the speaker but the light was to bright, and he had to look away. "I'm here" he said as best he could, while shielding his eyes with his hand. "What happened?" he asked. "You got in a fight obviously, and you got hit in the head, and nearly lost your eye sight because someone discharged a blaster, and the bolt went by your face."
"I dont remember a blaster going off" said Darson confused. "Well the doctor said you might experience a little short term memory loss." Replied the voice. "So your ok"
Darson nodded, then asked: "Who are you?"
"I'm Captain Arana Talos, I'm in charge of this sector."
Darson stiffened, and turned pale

*At least read V_M's opening post; it's very detailed and will let you know the whole of the main plot.  Most of the rest is just intros of characters and jsut a few steps past that; you havn't missed too much *

*well, it's all really spread out right now.  V_M and Z are togeter going to see Luke (they're both Force users); one other is going to see him (real dark side dude); most of the rest are with the Rebels at a secret base;  I'm on Coruscant (I'm a Mando mercenary).  Just intro yourself and go from there; if you want to start with a cirtain side right away, start at their base (Skywalker is with his fleet over Coruscant; the Rebels have a hidden base near Chiss space), or start independant (like me  ) and just roll with the flow.  Have fun!*

(ok, as Sev and Val are occupied with whatever.......)

The ship dropped out of hyperspace, and proceded to land. Shiv had beat them to the ground. Tanis was off first, and Kharn, who had replaced his helmet, followed.

Kharn paused. "I-I knew some one who looked just like you." He said, shaken. He felt light-headed. "Master," He said to Tanis. "I think I should go sit down for a moment."