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Post by @IsNotABomb on Jan 22, 2015 13:19:35 GMT -6
"I think nutrient packs and water would serve well enough. I don't have the energy to eat and by the Force, I can barely stand as it is." Invictus noted. "As for clothing, I'll take whatever you'll offer, naked, maimed adolescent boys in a ship's hold are how ill rumors begin. But before you do that... even without proper focus I can sense anguish, dread and anger aboard this vessel, only about half of that is my doing. Me? I'm angry. Angry doesn't actually even begin to describe it. It's not at you, of course... Sarne deserves my wrath, those slavers deserve my wrath. You? You have shown me kindness, and I intend to repay it... firstly by not taking it out on the undeserving."
Invictus was quiet for a bit. "We should extract some of these crystals at a later time to see if I can use them for Lightsaber-pike blades. I can put them together if I have access to the materials. Honestly I remember more of the forging than I can remember about me."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 22, 2015 15:32:22 GMT -6
Ooc With the materials onboard from the supply depot and Brophar's mechanics bay in engineering you could probably construct a force pike. The crystals on your back will crumble and crack off over the next few days. Something killed the darkstryder crystals on his back. The crew does have kyber crystals from the ruins that the PD gathered.
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 23, 2015 0:27:31 GMT -6
OOC Soon or later Invictus will travel near the medical bay and notice the Rodian that enslaved him floating in the bacta Fishbowl. You may narrate that as you wish for your reactions. The Jump will take about 30 hours.
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Post by kyquell on Jan 23, 2015 2:07:45 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry for being a bit of a party-pooper, I just couldn't convince myself that Stev would allow a self-confessed ex-Imperial Dark Side Warrior to make a lightsaber and move about the enclosed space of a ship filled with wounded people without supervision. I at least tried to let the Gorak-surprise be a possibility still.
Stev raises a brow in surprise when Invictus mentions his proficiency in saber-building, and replies "I don't know about those crystals, they seem to be pretty depleted..." Stev pauses for a moment, unsure of whether he should say more, but then just lets out an exasperated sigh and adds "Look, when you start feeling better you'll notice them anyway, so I might as well tell you now: on the mission we're returning from, we found some Force-attuned crystals that would be prime materials for saber-making. I could let you use one to make a saber, but I'd need to set some ground rules: One, you don't get to work on it without supervision from a member of this crew. Two, when it's finished, I'll let you practice with it to get back into form, but when you're not using it's going to be locked up."
"And while I'm giving rules and warnings, I might as well add this: if you ever do plan on visiting the med bay, let me know beforehand. Long story short, the prisoner we have in there's probably the source of that anguish you're sensing, so I don't want that triggering the rage you've got building up. I'd explain more, but then I'd be risking what I'm trying to help you avoid."
"So, that's about it for my special rules and regulations. Considering we just met and one of the few memories you have is being a member of an Imperial-trained Force Warrior squad, I'd like to think I'm being more than fair. Now, if you'd like, after we find you some clothing I can introduce you to the rest of the crew, or if you'd prefer not to, I'll see if we can get you some nourishment." |
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Jan 23, 2015 4:30:21 GMT -6
Invictus stared blankly. He was tempted to tell Stev he didn't need a weapon to be dangerous, but there was no feasible way to phrase it in a way that demonstrated it without it sounded like a threat. "Very well, have it your way." He said with but a moment's hesitation. He did bite back bile before lying back down inside of the pod. "I'll even tip my hand: I don't remember anything, so if the Republic Bureau of Intelligence wants to take another crack at it, I'd prefer to go without having my fingers broken again if I can't get a laugh out of it, and they can't get anything useful. I'll even stay in confinement, provided we can agree that my... coffin remains a spook-free zone, and we keep any and all weapons away from me." Any sense of jest and humor he had was gone the moment Stev began to give Invictus doubts. He rather idly grabbed the lid and closed it, keeping it ajar enough to breathe. "Just leave everything on... somewhere. I'll get to it eventually."
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Post by kyquell on Jan 25, 2015 2:12:02 GMT -6
Great, now you've made him mad. Everything's just turning mesh'la, isn't it? You have a traitorous slaver in the back using valuable medical supplies, half the crew's out of commission, the other half wants to be, the ship can barely hold together, and now you just made the guy with the ability to rip the whole thing apart at the seams on a whim mad. Just mesh'la. Now I'm sure a team of Spec Ops Rancors is going to appear from the void, tear into the ship, and read Gammorean poetry to us as we get sucked into the endless abyss. That seems to fit the Force's plans for me right now.
Stev crosses his arms. "Well, I guess that means we're done." He waves Sigurd off, then goes to the mess to pick up a meal for Invictus and drops it outside his pod. "Food's ready whenever you want it. I'll be back with the clothes later, but it may take a bit to find someone carrying a spare set in your size."
Knowing the young man will probably want some space, Stev then leaves again, this time in the hopes of finding suitable clothing. |
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Jan 25, 2015 8:04:08 GMT -6
Once Invictus was alone, he waited for a moment to get his strength back, looking at the food, rather than the nutrient packs used for feeding tubes like he'd asked. "Damnedable--does nobody ever bother to listen?" He grumbled. Easy. You're probably just not really talking. Maybe mind control? Maybe just hoarseness. He couldn't be that... I'll deal with it later. He did at least attempt to eats, but after a few minutes he was simply struggling too hard to make chewing worthwhile. Instead, he dropped and began pacing to get the stiffness dealt with, and after that, he'd start more complicated movements. He hoped to be in fighting shape quickly enough to terrorize his tormentors.
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Post by kyquell on Jan 25, 2015 23:33:14 GMT -6
OOC: Since I'm not sure what the clothing search will turn up, for now I'll bounce back to the earlier meeting that I didn't get a chance to post the start of yet.
Before
After submitting his report to the FarStar, Stev returns to the main room and addresses whomever was able to attend. "During the ship's repairs, Brophar and I came across a few items. They included the lightsabers Vandal and I were using, THIS" he holds up Revan's Mask in one hand, largely rust-covered but beginning to improve after a bit of polishing "and this." With that, he holds up the holocron.
----REPOSTING STARTS HERE----
He reaches out with the force and the holocron begins to shift, spin, and parts retract. It floats out of his hand and hovers in the air. The holocron sends a projection below it of a man and woman.
The man is thin with long black hair that curtains his face. He looks weathered and beaten like the prisoners you saved from Sarne's concentration camps on Kal Shebbol. Even so there is a confidence in his stance and a power in his eyes.
Beside him stands a woman in her mid forties. She looks tired and her eyes have a haunted look to them. As the man does she stands in Jedi robes.
The man speaks, "My name is Revan. I have been many things in life but today I stand a Jedi with my companion Meetra. We have found a threat beyond any the Republic has faced. We have found a Sith Empire in the Unknown Regions. It is hundreds of worlds and thousands of Sith warriors. The empire is lead by an undying Emperor for the last thousand years. He has used a connection to a void beyond light and dark, beyond Jedi and Sith, or even good and evil. This void is what gives him his power. For all of his abilities he is just a puppet to this void. I touched his mind and saw this creature of emptiness. It does not crave power or to dominate the force. It wants to consume the force and the universe with it. If allowed it will send its spiderlike minions to consume everything. We traveled to a world that the Emperor released these Darkstryders onto and they consumed the force leaving the world empty. We go to destroy the emperor as our first step in destroying this void. If we fail I hope T3 and the Ebon Hawk find someone who can stand against the void. Whomever the force leads to find this know one thing, it is a threat to light and dark and both will be needed to destroy it."
He places the mask you now hold on his head. His stance changes to one of power and arrogance. "We go now to see if an undying emperor can be killed."
----REPOSTING ENDS HERE----
Stev puts away the holocron, crosses his arms, and states "For those of you not privy to ancient galactic history, that was a message from Revan, arguably the most naturally powerful Force User in the history of the galaxy. His companion, Meetra Surik, was also tremendously powerful, and without the two of them there wouldn't have been an Old Republic for the Emperor to overthrow thousands of years later. As I'm sure you noticed, the big bad void being that they were discussing just happens to share a name and favorite animal with the Darkstryder tech we've been sent to investigate."
"This is clearly not a coincidence, and it's very bad news. I've send the intel to FarStar command to warn them, but I'll share my conclusions with you: this may turn out to be a mission of even greater danger and importance than anybody realized. To survive the threats that are incoming, we've got to work like a perfect machine. That means that we've got to be able to trust each other. No secrets, no tricks, no surprises."
"You don't have to participate, and I don't need you to share your whole life story. Just, if there's something you need to get off your chest that could be relevant, now's the time. In the sake of fairness, I'll start..."
OOC: In the interest of saving thread space, the new info on Stev will be posted in greater detail on the character description page.
I'll try to refrain from doing this in the future, but I've linked the post directly in the interest of saving time in navigating to track down the thread. - Vandal
Good call, I forgot we could do that! Thanks! |
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Jan 26, 2015 0:17:53 GMT -6
Vandal stood silent for a bit before finally speaking. "...I doubt anyone even wants to listen, but for as long as I could remember, I was an Imperial soldier. I stood for structure, I stood for order and I stood for peace. I had seen its greatness, and I have seen its follies. Each victory against the Rebels came at a terrible cost once that alliance became... organized. This led to eventual resentment when I allowed Rebels to escape capture because I knew what would happen in the Inquisitorius' care. Meanwhile my men were gunned down without a care. My eye? I earned it in a Republic prison, for the crime of being a Stormtrooper. I'm not even a recruit, I was press-ganged into that disorganized mess. I'm only in this hellhole because like it or not, my apartment was burned down when I declined the first two invitations." She scoffed. "So while I'm not a fan of the Republic, and I don't want to believe I'm part of this... thing... really? I don't see an alternative. Now that the revelation's out of the way, I've been here for a while. If I was going to stab any of you in the back I'd have done so already. That's... pretty much everything I've been biting back since I ended up transferred." With a pause, she smirked. "Maker, that felt... liberating."
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Post by kyquell on Jan 26, 2015 23:49:56 GMT -6
As Vandal mentions the source of her missing eye, Stev's jaw and fists tighten. Once she finishes, he says "What happened to you wasn't acceptable. If the New Republic claims to be bringing a change for the better, they can't use tactics just as bad or worse than those used by our enemies. If that Hutt slime walked away clean, contact B'Dorbeck. He's got more legal savvy and political pull than most of the crew put together. If anybody can get to the bottom of war crimes, it's him."
"Still, I'm glad saying that helped a little bit, at least." Stev looks around to the rest of the room as he settles back down "Vandal was coerced into signing up, and I was orphaned into it, not once, but twice. New Republic recruitment at its best. So, anybody else need to air out any dirty laundry of note?"
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2015 15:14:48 GMT -6
Gammer looks up from his chair. He smirks and shakes his head. "Okay, you want to know the real me. I am Murgh Firdaaz. My mother was a padawan who spent to much quality time with a Jedi Master named Windu and left the order to have me. The Inquisition didn't much care that she wasn't a jedi anymore. That she had left the order 2 decades before. The jedi hunted her anyway. We spent my youth on the fringe protecting my father's image then hiding from the empire.
I joined the rebellion at a young age filled with the dreams of my mother and a want to live up to a father I never met. I saw the upper crust toss away the lives of foot soldiers and spies. I did not see a difference between rebel and imperial. They where just two sides if the same game. I left the rebellion vowing I would never be a pawn again.
How am I now here? I'm not sure. I was half drunk in a Kal Shebbol bar when Khlaal came for my help. I didn't join for the republic I joined for my few friends who felt they needed to be aboard."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2015 15:26:56 GMT -6
Brophar grips Gammer's shoulder,"You've been a good crew and friend Gammer. You are being modest. The bounty hunter Gammer is a legend in this sector. From shooting to rolling dice no one has ever beat the Gammer.
Now I'm just an old grease monkey. Spent a little time when I was young in the House Shador Militia though I'm not a house member. Found the Muvon and T3 junked in the outback and learned to be a pretty good mech learning to fix her up. Never wanted to be a hero. Wanted to grow old and die in my garage. Then Sarne bombed my garage..." you see his broad face with tears begining to fall. " And now I'm here to see him die."
Brophar turns a leaves quickly. You realize that most local business have there living quarters above. Any family Brophar had would have been in that building.
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2015 15:41:02 GMT -6
ARC trooper 707th Alliance for a New Republic Army Delta Squad Lieutentant DB677562. Named Blue by General Voss. I was created shortly after the begining of the Empire on Kamino to battle the empire. When the Empire destroyed the facility and my brothers I left with General Voss. We have been collecting and training force sensative students ever since. The general handles the force training and I train then in how to stay alive.
We had been working to stop Sarne's force hunters but they found us and grabbed our students. Among them is the general's son. Sarne has implanted darkstryder tech into the General's son and he now controls him. The general believes Sarne want's he son to be vessel for his plans.
Now we know this is bigger than saving his son."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2015 15:50:17 GMT -6
The doctor sees Blu end and eyes looking to him. "I am Sigurd Floki Ulf-Shador. My family has fought the Empire for decades. I was the runt if the litter in my home but also the brightest. The manditory imperial education and testing said I was a doctor and so I was. They found I was performing healing for rebel groups and I ended up a prisioner at the the smelting stations. I now hope to keep this crew in one piece until we can grind Sarne's skull beneath our boots." You look at the tall broad man and know that only in House Shador would he be the runt.
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2015 21:18:43 GMT -6
Sahsa looks at the others,"I'm not much of a story. Grew up in a family of Rebel scouts who helped find uncharted worlds for bases away from the eye of the empire. Didn't know that just thought my parents where free spirits. Went from Rebel, to bounty hunter, to working for the Hutts. Found my way out with a group of friends aboard the Krayt Fang. We all joined the FarStar to get our ship back. I stayed because I want to believe I'm doing something real again. Something to honor what my parents did." She looks at her hands, armor, weapons, anything to not meet anyone's eye.
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