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Post by Umbrafire on Nov 11, 2005 22:26:08 GMT -5
((as long as you dont have any more battle droids, then yes))
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Post by Sad Baby Green on Nov 15, 2005 20:01:24 GMT -5
Star, a young girl no more than 16. She is awaken from her nap, she had been passed out in a chair in the corner for no more than an hour. Unnoticed she stands up and is wondering, "What did I miss?" Not realizing this she asks her self the question our loud. Immediately she is pulled to the ground by a stranger. She recongizes this man. But, she is still to drozy to realize who he is.
((Good enough?))
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godslayer24
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"Every event is preceded by a prophecy, but without the hero, there can be no event........."
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Post by godslayer24 on Nov 15, 2005 21:13:16 GMT -5
well, this will be my first rp on this site. I just joined, but i'm an avid rper on The tes forums, so I think I'll do fine. I'm gonna post my character a lil different though, so don't be angry. Name:Jorad Age: 25 Alliance: Rebels Class: Scout Race: Human Language: Basic Armor: this without the helm including a small inconspicable jet back, and wrist mounted laser cannons. upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/51/Canderous_armor.jpg/180px-Canderous_armor.jpgWeapons: Two Mandalorian Rippers(small, atoumatic disruptor pistols), and a hanfull of grenades in a small pouch on his belt. Backround: A former scout for the Rebels, he was caught by Storm troopers on a raid of an Imperial Dreadnought, and thrown in maximum security awaiting execution on Coruscant. He escaped due to his own cunning, and currently has a high bounty of 100,00 credits on his head. He is powerfull and no amatuer to combat, and anyone willing to try to take him down has met with a quick end. Jorad was about to open the door to the local cantina. he needed a ship, and off of the planet, so going to the cantina was the best place too go. Then he heard the blaster fire, and quickly jumped up against wall. he waited for someone to leave before he would try anything. ***OOC*** hey, if my character seems to uber, its alright, because i'll tone him down during the rp. its not like he's gonna kill 50 people alone, you know?
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jan 15, 2006 21:02:36 GMT -5
The pilot awoke with a pounding headache and a burning sensaton in his arm. He wasnt sure what was worse, the hang over, or the realization that he had very recently been shot in the arm with a blaster rifle. The bacta he'd have to buy to heal the wound would cost a fortune. Intending to leave a lasting impression on his attackers, the pilot fumbled with a pouch on his leg as he silently worked himself into a sitting position behind the cover of the bar. Swalloing hard, the man tightened his hold on the grip of his blaster pistol, prepared for the worst. He really hated how bad his heachache had become.
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Post by Niccolo on Feb 21, 2006 21:52:46 GMT -5
TK 131 surveyed the room, looking for any survivors, but only finding charred bodies and furniture.
"Humph. Stupid scum. Got what's comin' to them. Alright, let's scan the room and see if we can't find this Etinok slimebag."
131 and 133 inspected bodies along the length of the bar, while 132 went to examine the area around the counter...
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Post by KiddoFreak on Feb 25, 2006 19:18:14 GMT -5
sh*t! The stormtrooper noticed the pilot just as the pilot pulled down his trigger. He was hoping to have a bit more time to plan his attack. To make matters worse, his head throbbed every time he shot the blaster. His first shot hit the trooper in the hand, causing it to drop his weapon. His second shot didn't miss. His head scolded him for the noise of the falling trooper's armor, but he couldn't stop to remedy that at the moment. A renewed sense of purpose filled the pilot at that moment as an idea struck is somewhat sober mind. If he kept the leader of the troop alive, may just live to see his Sonica one last time. Suddenly, he didnt feel so sick anymore.
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Post by Niccolo on Feb 25, 2006 22:20:49 GMT -5
"Feck! 32's down! Return fire!" 131 blared, opening fire on the bar, while 133 upturned a table and began to fire as well.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Mar 8, 2006 21:36:04 GMT -5
Blaster shots singed the air directly above the pilot's head and, judging by the smell, the bar behind him. If there was a short pause in the fire, he would put his own gun above the counter top and squeeze the trigger a few times but nothing really seemed to be happening in the long run. That was when he remembered. Being the traveling type he was, he generally carried one or two modes of defense with him. At the moment he had his modified blaster, a single thermal detonator, a vibro-knife, and a flashbang. He couldn't risk using the detonator in here -- it was too small of a space, and there was a chance that there were some surviving civilians. He wondered why some of the other patrons in the cantina weren't helping him. Most taverns like this were crawling with outlaws or rebels that hated the empire. reaching into a pocket in his vest, the man took out his flashbang. A lone blaster shot finally seared its way through the counter-top Thinking quickly, the pilot cried out in mock pain. Then he threw the flashbang over the counter. He tensed himself to dive out from behind the counter and strike a blow on the troopers.
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 11, 2006 20:16:38 GMT -5
TK 131's satisfaction from his "hit" was short lived as the grenade flew over to his position. "sh*t! Get dow-" was all he had to shout out before he and 133 were stunned by the flashbang, clutching at their heads.
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Post by Umbrafire on Nov 27, 2006 20:49:19 GMT -5
Don had thought we was the only one to survive the blasters when he noticed the drunk throw a grenade at the troopers. Did he say he was a pilot?. Don determined that he may, after all, need this drunk to get off of Tatooine, and it was with that thought that he scrambled under the bar to meet his new friend.
"Are you crazy? You almost got yourself killed!"
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Post by Qecbum on Aug 10, 2007 21:31:37 GMT -5
Enter: Grand General Shaltak Erbuto (This is probably an Army equivalent of the Imperial Navy's Grand Admiral rank. Documentation for says that with numerous military victories to his credit, Shaltak Erbuto has become one of the most respected - and feared - generals in the Imperial Army.)
High in orbit above the plannet Grand General Shaltak stands at the helm of his star-dystroyer. He looks over the sholder of his second in command and the snears at the plannet. In a thick british acsent says, "They are all a bunch of shuttas."
He turns to the crew and says in a booming voice. "How long has it been since the teams have checked in?" He looks about the deck and then points to one of the men that cower in fear of him. "You! Tell me what I have asked!"
The man looks up and opens his mouth, with a stutter he says. "S...sir I do not kn..know the information you seek. I..if you let me..." he was cut off by the sound of blaster fire. Then he dropped to the ground.
Grand General Shaltak holstered his weapon and then turned to his second incommand. "Get that body out of here." His seccond then looked to the body and motioned for three of the other men to get the body out. They did as he commanded and then a man cam forward. The man seluted Grand General Shaltak and began to speak.
"Sir!"
"Yes Lieutenant?"
"I have the hourly report!"
"And?"
"It says that the teams have not reported in for almost an hour and a half; sir!"
Grand General Shaltak grins evily and looks to the Midshipman in charge of gunnerys. "You! Bomb bard the plannet!" The Midshipman looks over the controls and back to Grand General Shaltak.
"Sir? But what of the teams?"
Grand General Shaltak narows his eyes and looks at the Midshipman. "Did you just question my orders Ensign?"
The Midshipman turns pale, "No! No! Sir, bombarding the plannet aye sir!."
Out side the ship on the surface of the plannet the dark night sky begins to glow, and then as if it were raining gunfire the surounding city is being dystroyed. Starting on the far side of the city. Miles from the catina, altho the lights and smoke and explotions can be seen and heard from there.
Back on the bridge of the star-dystroyer, the only thing that can be heard was laughter.
(note: I made him seem like a real high ranking imperial officer would act. If he seems to powerful I can tone him down.)
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