All out RPG (Page 1 of 5)

Name: Lord Mythias Hawk
Species: Zabrak
Alliance: nutral evil
Ocupation:Dark Jedi/ Bounti hunter
Weapon-of-Choice:duel red tonfa style light sabers force powers
secondary: heavy mando repeating blaster pistol
Cloths:temp cotrol shrouded cloak non force restricting black enchanti armor light lether boots full body tattoo  increased stamina/adrenalin nurel inplant

Lets just start from the very beginning, I'll get a clip of a story out soon, unless you want to do it. Just give me time to think of something new.

(fine with me)
Aye sat in the dark. The lights of the Assualt Gunboat turned off or kept dim. Watching a glass sitting next to his right hand, not intending to drink it. The perfectly chilled beverage reminding him of the frigid world he'd grown up on, a place that seemed like heaven after being on Tatooine for the last week. It sickened him to think how little work he'd done recently. He might as well try for a slight buzz, as if he'd let the liquid waste. Grabbing the half-frozen glass and rushing it to his lips. Gulping it down, fast and hard. Sitting the glass down with a slight tap and stood up. Hearing a knock at the loading ramp.
His gear as always, on his person. At least during his work hours anyway. Sliding the content atmosphere of his helmet over his eyes. The loading ramp, an upgrade from the Assualt Gunboat's original sliding down to meet the potential employer.
"Aye Kundo?"
Speech scrambler warping his voice to a deep rasp. He stepped down the ramp, carbine over the one shoulder.
"Depends on whether or not you plan on paying him."
It was a forcer, rare figure to be looking for someone with his reputation. A near-human, he couldn't say he knew the species exactly. Lightsaber said about as much.
"As much as he wants. Just as long as he does the job."
Aye tilted his head to one side, moving the barrel of the blaster slightly.
"All right, what'd you want? You're paying my hours after all." 
(just continuining from where you left off.)

Mythias kneels as the cargo bay ramp lowers a sith lord walks down it
"you may rise Lord Mythias"
'Yes Master"
"You have proven well here are your new weapons." a pair of tonfa style light sabres lay motionless in his hands " We may now destroy the jedi together."
"We could or i can kill you and collect the bounty on your head" by the time his master could draw his light saber there was allready one in his chest. mythias collects the head of his easily killed  and  starts twords Mos Eisly

Name: Aisla Weng
Species: Human
Alliance: To herself
Ocupation: Fallen Jedi/Mercenary
Weapon-of-Choice: Orange bladed lightsabre
Secondary: Wookie Bowcaster
Clothing: Dark green body glove, covered by a thigh length tawny coloured vest. Also wears wrist gauntlets and shin high boots with a concealed weapon inside the sole.

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Aisla stared at her target, her amber lightsabre glowed as she positioned herself. Aisla was still not sure as to which side of the Force she followed. Her teachings made her naturally use the Jedi way, but her nature was leading her towards the darker path.

The remote moved, she tracked it and easily deflected the bolts it fire. Then she threw her lightsabre and grinned as the remote was sliced into two.

She extinguished her lighsabre as it returned to her hand, then pushed her dark brown plait over her shoulder. It was time to move on. It was time to seek out the Dark Jedi.

he walked away from the confused and intoxicated bar patrons. shaking his head as this was the fourth time this month and the bounty on his head was getting bigger. he susspected that it was the same jedi who ruined his life. when he finds the diku't who did it he promised himself that he would leave a burned and broken corpse in his wake. he had gotten an important lead from hisi contact who pointed him to the star dust cantina on tatooine. after he got the info he promply gave his contact a stump where his head should be. now all Riyan Neult could do was move on to the next planet. Tatooine. and maybe finnish his ultimate goal to find Killda Nyma the jedi who killed my family and avenge them..

when were ready to play e-mail me @ jamesl@hot-shot.com
(and yes any one can join and no clone trooper armor has not been envented)

Aye was pushed aside, the forcer hurrying up the ramp. Closing it as she passed. He flipped the lights on, showing her to a table and two chairs near the entrance to the cockpit. His finished glass still laying there.
"So what's a scout like you need with a star craft like this?"
He pulled the chair back, sitting himself down quietly.
"It used to be an Imperial Assault Gunboat, then it was modified to fit pilot and five crew. For small hunting parties. I bought it from the bankrupt company and restored a part of the decaying armament and sold the rest for salvage. Cut the crew limit down to three. There's three rooms, two of which are useable, the third is the food stores and a way to cook them. extra supplies under the deck plates this table is standing on."
"You sell a fine ship, but what about the pilot?"
Aye smiled an unseen smile.
"Good enough I'm recognized in the inner rim. All the way to coruscant and back."
She shifted, not giving her thoughts. A calm collection, like a painted expression.
"You'll do...grab a blaster. I have someone I'd like to meet before we go."
Aye walked out after her. A hiss of gas as the ramp was pulled back up.  Walking down the barren streets, dust storm was picking up. Closest place for a contact would be the Star Dust. Exactly the place they walked into. Aye flipped a switch on his gauntlet, strengthening the audio. He liked the band, but more importantly, you listen hard enough you can catch a sentence or two worth a few hundred credits or more. Depends on what you heard, what you saw. The figure was wearing a scarf, he thought it'd be uncomfortable wearing one planetside. But what did he know, some creatures lived in warmer temps. This might seem cold. They sat down, Aye keeping his mouth shut as the other talked. Recording every word he could pick-up. The band playing its best tune, he tapped his foot a little waiting.

Name: Grov Vontross
Species: Human(Mandalorian0
Alliance: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary
W-o-C: Wookie Bowcaster
Secondary Weopan(s): Various explosives made by Grov
Clothing: Dark blue and Crimson Mando armor and a large pack on his back that hold the explosives and bowcaster and houses a small jetpack, right gauntlet has ejecting vibroblade, rocket launcher, and whipcord , left gauntlet has dart shooter, laser/laser cutter and flamethrower.

Grov crouched in the dank sewers of Coruscant right under the Jedi Temple. A Sith had hired him to collest a certain Jedi holocron and bring it to Tatooine.Normally Grov wouldn't have taken this job had it not been for the amount of credits he was being paid for this. And besides, he had some new gadgets he had wanted to test. He raised his left arm and activated the laser cutter. He cut through the main drain and heaed down the pipe unil he was fairly certain he was under the Jedi library.

He ejected his bowcaster from the back of his pack and had some special grenades ready. He blew out the floor lobbed three of the grenades and jet jumped into the library. The grenades had been full of a special goo that sticks to anything it touches and only dissolves with lots of water or a special solution. There were several Jedi left. Two knight and one padawan. "Take this!" Grov shouted as he shot the first knight and padawan with an explosive round. The other Jedi knight leaped upon Grov but before he could finish him Grov had sliced open his belly. "Serves you right, you stinking pile of Bantha dung!" He said as he pushed the Jedi off of him.

"Now where are you?"  said Grov in a hushed tone as he absentmindedly threw the goo grenades to seal the doors.

varmaul was picking a fight with the band in the star dust cantina and causes them to stop playing....

mythias hearing that hes being searche for imediadtly puts his hood over his head and walks closley and slowly to his  pursuers table waiting fo a responce he stops and leans on the wall to the left of thei table and listens

Aye didn't move till the man stopped talking, taking his leave. The numbers and figures rushing through his head, balancing the differences between outcomes. Good money to be made if he took the job, but death didn't sound like too much fun. He turned his head toward the Jedi, and the "ex" Jedi, slight shiver running down his spine.
"Now, before we get started. You still willing to pay whatever I ask? I don't plan on billing anything more than the rate right now but that still looks pretty good."
"If your as good as people think you are."
Aye extended his hand.
"All right, you've just hired Aye Kundo. Eat and be merry cause we're all gonna die."