RPG: Age of Skywalker (Page 3 of 30)

(Awesome job Z! Thanx! Fett_II and Drakus youre in sound good just check my previous posts for clarifications. Adeptus sounds good, Ill post Skywalker this weekend so please be patient. Im tired... catch you guys later...maybe tomorrow...)

(Story clarification, please

I was thinking that there were 3 sides in this conflict: Skywalker, the Remnant (Chiss), AND the Rebels.  But I was rereading the opening post and noticed that it says the Rebels fled to Chiss space.  Does this mean that the Remnant and the Rebels are working together?? 

Just wondering, and thanks)

(you have Luke skywalker and his new fleet of inquistors and peace keepers.

the rebels who escaped to chiss.

and everyone who is in the middle.)

(now I cant help but write in first person. Damn you VM!!! Lol)

The following day I needed to prepare myself for what was to come. I needed to find out how I could infiltrate skywalker’s group so I can gain information about his plans for those people from Chiss, I Don’t like being in people’s debt. I started by asking the local Satarins about what they knew of the current placement of the empire. Most told me that the old leader, Darth vader as he was called died after the battle of Yavin. And his son, as they put it, “stepped into his father shoes”. It seemed that this is all they knew, can’t blame them though cause that never get into the business of other things outside there planet. I would do the same but I would get hunted down by the Chiss in no time, they are probably keeping tabs on me now, I don’t know how they do things other than being very rude. I need to stock up on supplies and modify my ship for…unusual usage.

Half the day is gone and I got all the supplies I intend to use, along with other things that caught my eye. Once I install this A.I. to navigate my ship I would have no problem with leaving it anywhere, glad the Chiss didn’t junk it.

Took about the rest of the day, but it works. Gave it instructions to do incase of an emergency and on top of that it is able to find me where ever I am cause of my little amulet I have now, it cant be detected but it has a range of only a couple of miles. Included in the upgrade is a cloaking device for the ship, was thinking of using that crystal for my light sabers but it would go against my better judgment, besides I’m fine without it. Days done, better get some rest before I go out on this forsaken mission of mine.

(Im glad you asked Drakus. As of this post, There ARE at least 4 SEPERATE Factions: 1>Overlord Skywalker's Imperial Order. circa 2 A.B.E.*AoS alt. timeline* 2> Imperial Remnant soon to be led by Grand Admiral Thrawn *originally shows up @ about 3.5 A.B.E.*actual timeline*, but may show sooner* 3> The Rebel Alliance, who as you've read, led by the diplomat Leia Organa, HAS fled into Chiss space to make some kind of deal with their ruling families, The Chiss Ascendancy. 4>Chiss Ascendency, WHO MAY ENTER THE CONFLICT, IF THEY FEEL SKYWALKER'S NEW REGIME THREATENS THEM DIRECTLY.
Once again, well done everyone for your hard research in making this story viable. Once again, back to it...)

THE WAYWARD SOUL, HYPERSPACE: EN ROUTE TO BORDER OUTSIDE OF AMELICO SYSTEM.

"Master Starjammer, the navigation computer has informed me of realspace reversion just outside of the Amelico system in 30 minutes. I'm informing you as you've requested." Glitch says to me over the comm.
I've just completed installing the last of four ysalimari into special containment units aboard the tiny projectile, an iceborer stylus ship, I've asked Skywalker to customize for this mission. I had his crews place it into one of the Soul's newly installed torpedo launcher's.

"Thank you, Glitch. Proceed according to plan." I climb into the launch tube and the tiny vessel. My armor and lightsaber are stashed in another custom, safely reinforced cargo unit, inside the tight fitting interior, of my only means of undetected planetfall. After sealing the ships hatch, I take a deep breath, naked except for a small, cloth skirt. My lekku are wrapped uncomfortably in front of me.

"Blast... Brilliant strategy...burn up in a strange atmosphere, in a force-forsaken coffin. " I mutter to myself.

"10 minutes, Master."

I breathe deeply to calm my nerves and instinctively attempt a force related calming technique...nothing.
<Good.> I smile to myself <The ysalimiri are working.>
I kind of feel bad taking them from their only native habitats on Myrkr and employing their force negating abilities like this.
<They may not survive>, I think, <If they do, they'll be cared for well in the Ysalimiri habitat I had built onboard my ship.>
I'm okay, though. Living my entire life on Myrkr has gotten me used to periods where I walked through the ysalimiri-laden trees, force abilities unaccessible. It makes me unique among most other users, I bet...helps me appreciate being a Force user more.

"5 minutes..."

<Keep talking to yourself and relax> I tell myself. <Drop in, find our friend quickly, and get kicked off the planet together. Sounds like a plan...> I laugh to myself. I allow myself to silently meditate and focus myself with the same determination of my Vapaad Form VII training. I focus on my craving for the hunt.

<If only I could take Scratch with me.> Poor little guy would go insane surrounded by so much Force energy.

"2 minutes..."

<...and counting... I hope the heat shields hold up or my blue skin will suffer an awful tan...or incineration. I hope this Satarin's worth it. For making me hunt him down, I may enjoy a bit of a fight. I won't harm him of course...>

"1 minute..."

<It's too hot in this thing...I'm sweating harder than a Hutt during tax collection...>

"30 seconds..."

Calm, focus, purpose. I am a weapon, razor sharp and prepared to pierce the heart of my prey.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Reversion"

I feel the Wayward Soul shudder slightly as it enters the Amelico system's borders on the planet's night side. Skywalker's intelligence placed my target in the vicinity of a small Amelican settlement, a few human colonists and of course force wielding Satarins. I'm not sneaking in to avoid them, I could go in normally, if I wanted to,
but they might warn my prey of impending danger. I feel a nasty jolt as the iceborer is launched into space.
I feel the inertial compensators kick in, give out, then kick in again. I want to puke. Artificial atmosphere is stable but only for so long. Then, the only tiny computerized sensorboard kicks in, warning of impending atmospheric entry. I had the computer installed within reach of my grip in this tiny deathtrap. I hit the one preprogrammed command and the ship's nav computer does the rest. The heat shields crackle for a few moments and then fail, but I'm already past the small "pinhole" my ysalimiri made in the planet's protective Force Barrier. Seconds later, the projectile crashes into a small body of water near the settlement, as
programmed.
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AMELICO, UNKNOWN SETTLEMENT

<I have to move quickly. They'll be investigating soon.> I recover my armor and lightsaber from their hiding place in my ship, and dress quickly. Then I feel the force slowly return to me as the last of the ysalimiri die from the impact.
<I'm sorry, my friends,> I think <Your sacrifices will be honored for the greater good.> I quickly minimize my Force presence to buy myself more hunting time, and move on.

I make my way to the outskirts of the settlement and blend in as best as I can. The exotic mix of strangers benefits my cause and I slip in, not wearing my helmet, but hiding it beneath my High Inquisitor cloak with the Peacekeeper Insignia removed, along with my lightsaber, which runs down to about my knee in length. Not a problem. I ask around for directions and a few random bits of planetary information, posing as a Merchant, looking for an crew to take me as far as Coruscant.

One of the tavern locals at the bar suggest I speak to a young half-Satarin named Zoncxs, who'd recently been acquiring info on supplies and ship mod parts. <Gotcha.> I think to myself, and after getting Zoncxs's ship docking info, I pay for his next few drinks.<Just in time too, looks like he's planning on making himself scarce, again. Well, let's help him find himself a nice place onboard The Wayward Soul, shall we?...>

It feels good to hunt again.

( ah, let the battle begin! but to do this we need to chat for that post. for now lets leave it at that shall we V.M? pm me for what you do and i the same until that part is all done then we post it all for the rest to view.)

Slinging his long sniper rifle onto his shoulder next to his jet-pack and checking to make sure the heavy blasters strapped to his hips were unobstructed for a quick draw, Ralin descended the access ramp of the Blood Hawk and stepped onto the abandoned landing pad.  His heavy boots made a loud report with each step on the grated surface.  Deep in the Coruscant lower levels, what little light that was viable was entirely artificial, even though it was a bright day above.  At this level, thick pollution and clustered buildings created a permanent fog covered darkness. 

Using his helmet mounted scanners, Ralin detected five humanoids moving toward him from the access walkway.  Stepping forward to the edge of the landing pad, he switched his vizor to heat-sensing.  The five men all appeared to be little more then goons.  All heavily armed.

When they were close enough to see him, they spread out, making themselves harder targets.  Drakus had moved too close to the walkway, however, and they were unable to circle him.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” said the obvious leader.  A large, overweight though very strong looking human with a shaved head.  The crossed bandoleers over his chest that were partially exposed by the open long coat he wore held power backs for the repeater carbine that he lazily cradled in his arms.  Some of the others, mainly garbed in ragged coats or jackets patterned with gang symbols and patches, gripped their weapons a little more tightly; obviously intimidated my the dark figure before them.

“You’re not who I was told to expect,” Drakus said flatly. 

“It’s all right, mate.  The guy you want to see sent us.  We’ll take you to him.”

“Lead on, then.”

The leader lowered his carbine, holding it in his right hand by it’s pistol grip so he could hold up his other hand.  “Not so fast, iron man.  He told us to bring you in UNARMED!  I’ll be taking those cannons you got strapped on.”  Taking a step forward, he held out his hand.

Ralin sized up the group one last time.  “You’ll take me as I am.  Or not at all”

With a grin, the leader narrowed his eyes.  “Ok, mate.  We’ll just have to do it the hard way.  GET HIM!!!”

Before any of the gang had time to raise their weapons, Drakus drew his blasters and sent two bolts into the leader’s chest.  The impact from the modified, high yield weapons sent the big man flying back though the air nearly three meters before he touched the dirty surface of the walkway. 

Dropping to a knee, Ralin fired twice more, placing well aimed shots into the two men that had been standing to their leader’s right.  Then he rolled away from the incoming fire from the other two.

As Ralin got to his feet. . .

(Anybody else want to step in?  I have an ending for this scene if not.  Just checking to see if anybody wants to interact with my character yet.  I’ll post again late tonight or tomorrow if nobody comes in really soon)

((ok V.M, I'll take all of that into thought, and I'm going to have repost my character, because I was originaly going to have a frontline sorta dude, but now Ive stuck my self behind enemy lines, which wont really work, sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. ))

Name: Darson
Age: 12 (look 22)
Species: Geneticly inhanced Human clone (not a clone of Jango Fett)
Class: Imperal Shadow Trooper
Affiliation: Old Empire ( Admiral Thrawn)
Weapons: Two E-11 blasters (w/Silencer and specialy refined Tibana gas, for invisible plasma bolts)
Armor: Black (what seems to be) StormTrooper armor. The armor features a Mandolrorian Iron weave, making it more than just LightSaber resistant. The armor has an stygium crystal cloaking devise, allowing him to be practicly invisible. Armor also features micro servo motors in the arms, and legs of the armor, increasing strength.
Skills: Supurb slicer and Tech specialists. And has a fair grasp of stealth tactics
Appearence: Has a ruged face, black milatary cut hair, brown eyes, dark brown skin

Personality: A quiet, and resourceful spy. However, has the tendancy to be un-subtle. Doesnt like the New Empire, and wants to see the Old one Restored as soon as posible. Considers anyone who follow Skywalker: a heritic and traitor

THE OVERLORD'S SHADOW:

It was the night hours...but it was always seemed like night in space. Most of the men on duty were asleep. Preparing for another day of exersises, and drilling. Only a few men were on the night shift. In the brightly lit corrider, a single figure moved along the hall way, hugging the wall. But if you where there, you'ed never notice: Because the man was invisible, thanks to the small stygium crystal. Located in the small backpack the man was wareing. The mans name was Darson. He was spy and saboteur recruited by Admiral Thrawn himself, to gather information and hinder the movements of the New Empire. It was all rather ironic really, the once proud Empire, hiding in the outer rim launching missions of sabotage, and quick hit-and-run missions, against a new Empire that was once the Rebelion. It seemed like the situations had switched. Practicly over night too. Darson (in his black armor) peaked around a corner, looking for the security terminal. He spoted it, right next to several Peacekeepers. Heavly armed with small repeating blasters. Darson sighed under his breath. Wishing he could just blast them, but someone would notice if two Peace keepers did not return to duty. Crouching there, thinking of a plan...that didnt involve vaporizing the two men. Darsons mind started to wonder slightly. He begain to recount the events that brought him here....

((flash back time....))

Crouched down in the supplies container, that was supposed to be full of frozen nerf steaks. Darson readyed his blaster in case things got out of hand. A careless crane operator, bumped the container against a wall, jolting Darson who was inside. Darson cursed the man under his breath.

Ten minutes later....

After all was quiet, and the Overlords Shadow had entered space, Darson released himself from the container. Pileing out in the storage area, Darson quickly found his way to the uperlevels, and blended right in with his black armor, and false Identifcation chip.

Snaping out of his day dream, Darson quickly checked to see if the men were there. They were. Darson sighed once more. Then as quietly as he could, sneaked around the corner. Darson placed himself behind the first Peace keeper, and brought his hands down on the mans helmet. The plaststeel cracking under Darsons enhanced strength. The other man turning at the sound of the armor cracking, was surprised to see no one there, but his budy, out for the count. The mans confusion only lasted intill Darson choped him in the neck, with his hand. Then bashing, the unlucky soldier in side of the head. Sending him to blackness. Then Darson (still unseen) quickly sliced the terminal, opening the door into the Security room, surprising another peace keeper who quickly followed his friends outside. Then accessing the ships Main Frame, with a skilled security slice. Darson downloaded everything that looked interesting, and uploaded an anti-protocol wound, that would put the ship back weeks in its schedule. Darson then left the room, heading back to the barracks.

As Shiv heard the chime indicating he was nearing his destination he headed for the cockpit.  He eased the ship out of lightspeed.  A moon was looming in front of him.  HIs com perked up.

"This is rebel base 520 to Ryyk's Edge.  Please come in.

Shiv growled out a response.

"A wookiee eh?  Well you're in luck, we have a wookiee in on communications right now."  Shiv was puzzled by this.  There weren't many other wookiees in the rebellion.  He heard growling coming through.

<Hello Ryyk's Edge What is yout request?>

<I wish to dock.  I am just following the codes given to me by Leia.>  The wookiee on the other line growled to another person.  SHiv heard another voice in the background.

"You got that right Chewie.  If we weren't assigned to comm duty this guy would have been in store for a long wait."

Chewie?  Could the other wookiee be Chewbacca?  Shiv has always idolized Chewbacca.  And he was talking to him right now.

<Excuse me but are you Chewbacca?>

<Yes.>

<Really?!  It's so glad to finally talk to you!  You are my hero!>

<You give me to much honor.  Please dock at Docking Bay 7.  We shall have maitenance refuel your ship.>

<Right away Chewbacca sir!>  Shiv felt young again as he shut down the link.  He brought the ship in and gently lighted in down in the dockng bay.

Kharn thought he would drop out of hyperspace soon, and see where he was. The ship began to shake, and he was almost thrown forward as the ship automaticly dropped out. From what he could tell, something, like a micrometiorite had hit him, putting the ship into a spiral. He tried to regain control of the ship. He wws going to fast, the Clawcraft entered the atmosphere, barely making it, almost burning up. He was spiraling. He was going to die. He could see the ground rushing up to meet him. There was an ocean. If he was lucky...He hit the ocean, almost hitting the shalow area. He had been lucky. Again. The oxygen in the ship  caused it to rise slightly then sink again. The engines still aparently worked, Kharn managed to pilot the ship up, it preforemed almost as well as it did in space. He soon found himself lying on the shore, the ship not far out, the cockpit's door just above the water.

(ne'kad is on the new rebel moon base near chiss system.

Zoncxs is on Amelico.)