SWTOR (Star Wars The Old Republic) RP IC

[United Nationals]

Over three thousand years before the rise of Darth Vader...
Protected by the legendary Jedi Order, the Galactic Republic stood as a bastion of peace in the galaxy for a thousand generations. Several centuries ago, the greatest threat the galaxy has ever known emerged in the form of the dark Sith Empire. After a volatile war, the Republic emerged victorious and the Sith were assumed to be extinct. Nonetheless, the Jedi have maintained a constant vigil over the ancient Sith homeworld, Korriban, to protect the galaxy from the darkness that still resides in the planet's tombs.
Though a small group of survivors escaped to warn of the Imperial invasion, it was only a minor reprieve for the Republic. Korriban was one of several worlds to fall in the initial onslaught, and in the years that followed, the Republic suffered many more painful defeats. Emboldened by their numerous victories, the Empire soon moved to conquer the Core Worlds, luring the Republic fleet out of position and launching a surprise attack against the noble world of Alderaan.The courageous stand on Alderaan rallied the spirits of Republic defenders across the galaxy, but the balance of the power remained in the Empire's favor. This only fueled the surprise felt when the Imperial Dark Council extended the offer to the Republic to engage in peace negotiations. Suspecting possible treachery, Republic officials agreed to meet on Alderaan, but insisted that the Jedi Order marshal all its resources to provide comprehensive security. The Jedi complied, sending most senior members of the Order to Alderaan, and leaving only a token force in the Temple on Coruscant...
After destroying the Jedi Temple and overwhelming the Republic's defenses, Imperial forces occupied Coruscant, holding the planet hostage while negotiations restarted on Alderaan. With their capital at stake, Republic officials had little choice but to agree to the Empire's terms.

The Treaty of Coruscant was signed, forcing the Republic to cede control of several star systems and to acknowledge new boundaries of Imperial dominion. Though the treaty brought about an official end to the war, tensions between the two sides have remained high over the last several years, and now, a return to open war seems all but inevitable...

*If you are jedi you can start out on either tython or coruscant.
Troopers can start out on ord mantell.
If you are sith/allied with the imperials you can start out on dromund kaas or korriban.
Bounty hunters start on tattooine or hutta*

Rules
1.No one liners please
2.Keep it realistic (in a starwars sense)
3.Dont get too graphic. if two of your character get a bit friendly just imply what happens.
4.Bearon and i are the absoulute masters of the galaxy muahahahaha just kidding. but seriously what we say, goes. end of discussion
5.have fun

[Draica]

Master Ferlin would be sitting in the Jedi Council chamber on his designated chair. He'd rest his finger on his breathing mask as he observed the holographic projector which sat in the centre of the chamber. He pressed a button and began examining different sorts of sith starships and how they operate on the hologram. "Hmm.." he said in a curious voice, sounding deep in thought. "These starships are incredibly interesting." He said.
He finally got up off of his chair and walked out of the council chambers and down to wander the rest of the temple. He smiled as he saw Padawans and other Jedi train in harmony. He quickly drifted into his meditation chamber and began to meditate.
His foresight was scanning across the galaxy for sith activity to see if he could find any and use his vision to watch it.


OOC:(Someone can tell me if I succeed or not)

[Bearon]

OOC: Who wants to RP the hero of Typhon?
The Emperor ruler of over half the known Galaxy once a mortal named Vitiate sat in his thrown as he contemplated the state of the Galaxy. The Republic and Sith Empire had a split border with both of their forces staring across at each other neither side willing to make the first move. Vitiate smiled menacingly. What did he care he had all the time in the Universe because of the Sith ritual he had carried out. And now he would sit in his throne and wait as the mortals who were but ants before his power ran about in a disoriented sad little path of destruction not seeing their deaths till Vitiates boots came down on them.

[Cymrea]

The comlink on his desk chirped. He tapped the receiver.

"Commander Cambrius Winterborn, go ahead," he said and resumed writing the report in front of him.

A miniature version of a stout, older man appeared on the holo in translucent blue light. "General Voss here, Commander. Good morning."

Cambrius ceased his writing and stiffened slightly in his chair. "Good morning, General. To what do I owe the honour, sir?" Tervor Voss was commandant of the Imperial Defense Base on Balmorra. His reputation as a stern but fair officer was well-known and respected. In an Empire where aristocratic arrogance was more the norm, a man like Voss was a relative pleasure to serve under.

"I have good news and bad news, Commander."

"Give me the bad news first, sir," Cambrius replied, bracing himself.

After a slight pause, "Actually, they are one and the same in this case; Reaver Squadron is being reassigned to Ord Mantell. Tensions with the Republic are ratcheting up and word from on high is that we'll need to fortify closer to the anticipated fronts."

Cambrius rubbed a hand over his closely-shaved head, an unconscious gesture of anticipation. "Understood, sir."

The miniature of General Voss shifted his feet. "I'm sorry to lose your squadron, Winterborn. Your Reavers are a tremendous asset to this base and to Balmorra. I fought to keep you, but the brass is intransigent. So instead, I had to offer my commendations. To you, my well-wishes."

"Thank you, General. I can't say I won't miss Balmorra, but to be honest I look forward to seeing some action. I understand politics very little and have even less forebearance for it. I prefer a straight fight to all this posturing."

Voss nodded. "Between you and me, Commander, I wholeheartedly agree. Best of luck to you and your squadron. Voss out."

The holo winked off. Cambrius Winterborn sat for a moment in silence and then began to laugh.

[Sasquatch filling]

In a nondescript bar, somewhere on Tatooine, A large figure walked into a bar. A power field prevented him from bringing in his faithful assault cannon, but strangely allowed him to carry in his newly acquired sword.
"Hey, yo, Bubbles!" the bartender called out, "You want usual?"
"Not today friend," The Herglic replied, "I'm here on business." Tangrus looked around the bar, and saw a small human waving at him. He sauntered over, and demanded payment for his recent employment. The figure turned and waved again. Tangrus took his hand and waved it through the man.
"A hologram!" He grumbled.
"Hands up, Herglic," a voice from behind him said, "You're under arrest for aiding the Sith."
"I don't think so," Tangrus said as he fell backwards, crushing the officer. The other officers went into attack mode, throwing themselves at the herglic. A stray punch left the scuffle, and began a bar fight. The bar soon descended into chaos, a perfect guise to escape under. On his way out, he went ahead and obliged his aggressors with a few solid punches, and one or two across the room throws. As he reached the door, he swung his assault cannon back over his back, and grabbed a few mouse droids. When he exited the building, his quickened pace slowed to a normal one. Rule number 1 of escaping: Don't look like you're trying to escape. He had to be careful; if they knew where he would be, he would be on the screens of every officer's vehicles. Him probably being the only herglic around probably didn't help much. He made it back to his ship relatively unscathed, and opened the hatch door. Strangely, the authorities hadn't found his ship, and he doubted they would ever. Who would suspect a modified sheildship to do anything?
He painted a beige T on the new mouse droids, and released the new scuttle on board.
"Alright friends, welcome to your new home." Tangrus sat at the control panels, pulled up a board, and added another tick under "Sith." He minimized the list, and pulled up his messages.
"Well boys, lets see where our next travels will be." He picked up one of his modified mouse droids. It had a tiny lazer gun, capable of stunning any human-sized life form. Tangrus tightened a few screws on it, and then released it back into group below him. He sat back in his double-wide chair, waiting for his next assignment.

[Festavo]

Standing in front of his elite team of mercenary bounty hunters, Ritar Festavo raised the Red Skull flag and announced his plans:
"Men, I am seeking out who we will fight for. The Republic or the Imperial Empire. Whoever pays the most gets my support. WHat about you all?"
"The Republic!" shouted one mercenary.
"Imperial Empire!" shouted another.
A fight broke out so Ritar walked into his tent. He was concerned about the fate of the Galaxy. He needed to keep his group in need, but he didn't want complete chaos either. He was in deep thought.

[United Nationals]

Connor Frost walked into the shop on tatooine with his pistol drawn. he shut the door and flipped the sign to closed. the clerk at the desk was visibly nervous. sweat forming on his brow and slightly shaking. "what do you want from me" asked the clerk shakily.
"well you see the man you work for, torgato, was supposed to be giving me something. i ordered it and i was supposed to recieve it on coruscant last week. now ive had to make a trip here. waste of credits really." connor explained. "now where is he? the cantina? a brothel perhaps?"
the clerk looked around nervously "I-I dont know he said hed be back this afternoon" the clerk wiped the sweat from his hands on his pants and continued "he said he was going to the spaceport to see about a packa-"
connor had seemingly appeared in front of the man with a pistol at his throat. "look you seem like a nice man so here take this letter and this lock of hair here" connor said handing it to him "give it to him and tell him that his daughter will be a little...frostbit if i dont get my package by noon tomorrow."
the clerk just swallowed and nodded several times and continued as connor walked out of the shop. standing outside of the door he felt the hot sun and looked over the small dusty town.
he looked to his right noticing much yelling and sounds of a large fight coming out of the bar. he noticed a large whale-like creature lumber out. he watched as it walked down the road. connor deemed it unimportant taking much more interest in a pretty blue-green twi'lek walking by, and finding himself walking towards her already thinking of the great night he might have.

[Festavo]

Accompanied by two of his most loyal men, Ritar Festavo walked the streets of Coruscant in disguise. Observing the surrounding people, Ritar was on the lookout for the man he wanted. This man was a powerful man in the underworld and was hard to find.
"Hey!" Shouted a bystander.
Ritar drew his black light saber and almost touched the bystander's neck. "What?"
"I was gonna ask if you could spare some change..."
Ritar dug into his pocket and pulled out some change. He handed it to the bystander and walked off.
"Why didn't you just cut his head off?" Asked Zwesar, Ritar's right hand man.
"I have a heart...it ain't big, but its there."

[United Nationals]

Connor woke up the next morning alone in his quarters on his ship. he looked around and noticed his blasters and armor were gone. he tried to get up but was stopped short by a chain and cuff on his ankle and bed. he noticed R7 powered off in one corner. and saw that his battery pack had been removed. now he was pissed. take his armor and blasters he could make or buy new. but mess with his droid? no. not gonna happen.
he noticed that his ship was in motion. then the twi'lek walked in "ooh you're awake now??" she said mockingly. "who in the hell do you think you are?" connor asked her angrily. "well ive been called many things but you may know me as the one and only vette. i find it funny you don't know me connor" she replied. connor just sat back and stared. he should have known. should have seen it. now he was in one hell of a mess.
"so i suppose you're taking me to korriban to visit your little sith boyfriend huh?" connor asked. she smiled at him and replied "that 'little sith boyfriend' you're referring to happens to be with another sith at the moment and we're going to nar shaddaa." "you could at least untie me..." connor suggested "no i don't think so. the great connor frost, bounty hunter, assassin, ex-member of havoc squad and the red skull asking a measly pirate and treasure hunter to release him? how amusing." she winked at him " you're obviously quite resourceful figure it out there tough guy" she said as she walked out. "great." connor said to himself now thinking how to break the cuffs.

[Arnoria]

A small city in Tatooine was under the Sith Empire control and Natasha dare to launched an attack against the deadly army. Evan Ryder and his partner, Natasha Romanov, led a squadron of fighters to begin the landing.

Evan’s squadron was consisted of three pirate star fighters and two gunships provided by the Hutt clan. With Evan’s talent as an expert pilot, he could shoot down as many star fighters he wants without getting shot at. After entering the sky of the city alongside the other star fighters, they were fired by anti aircraft turrets on top of the buildings and also ambushed by the enemy squadrons of fast and advanced star fighters. One of Evan’s star fighters was hit and blew up into pieces as he and the others took an evasive maneuver to avoid the debris.

“Natahsa, secure the landing zone.” Evan said to Natahsa via his communication device.

“I know the drill, baby.” Natahsa replied.

Without hesitation, Evan’s squadron did not open fire however they flew in high speed, passing the enemy squadron unharmed. After they passed a tower, a squadron of three enemy fighters came up from nowhere, tailing Evan’s squadron and successfully shot down another jetfighter.
One of the enemy star fighters locked down Evan’s fighter and launched the missiles.

“Look out, incoming missiles.” Warned Natahsa.

“I can see that.” Said Evan.

As an expert pilot, Evan spin around and eventually the missiles past by him and hit a building before it can turn back to hit its target.

“No problem.” Evan said. He flew through the explosion. Suddenly, his fighter trailing smoke, it system was offline. Natahsa looked through out her starfighter and saw her boyfriend’s star fighter was losing control.

“You’re trailing smoke. What’s wrong?” Natahsa asked curiously.

“Uh, nothin’ serious. Just a small malfunction,” Evan lied as he tried to get his star fighter back online. He already pressed every buttons at the automatic repair-self panel but nothing works. “Agh!” Some of the inner parts of his fighter blew up but the cockpit was all right. The explosion stunned him. The fighter lost its control.

“Ryder? Do you read me?” asked Natahsa. “General, come in.” She still didn’t get any reply. Looking out from her cockpit and found General Ryder unconscious was not a good situation.

[Festavo]

Walking into the former Jedi Temple, Ritar subdued the front guards with his lightsaber and then studied the records. He finds that his Father died a year ago...as a Sith at the hands of a Jedi Knight. He had to find this knight. He ran out into the street and jumped into a spaceship and took off.

[Cymrea]

With a deft sideslip, Commander Cambrius Winterborn lined up directly behind the enemy fighter and pulled the trigger. The rear shields of the BT-7 flared and died under the assault of Cambrius’ laser cannons; he launched a concussion missile and reduced the Thunderclap to an expanding cloud of flaming gas and a mist of molten metal.

“Is that all of them?” asked Delta Four, Zed Califax, over the squadron’s comlink channel.

“There’s one more. Permission to give chase, Alpha One?”

Cambrius closed the Fury’s targeting subroutine. “Negative, Delta One, let him go. If we kill them all today, there will none for tomorrow.” He switched comm channels as the remaining Thunderclap disappeared in a twinkle of hyperdrive.

“ManSec Command, the escort has been neutralised, you are clear to board and search the Alderaan Star.”

The Republic bulk carrier had refused to submit to Ord Mantell’s new Imperial customs inspection, launching a flight of the powerful assault ships instead. Reaver Squadron had been called upon by Mantell Security to assist. Delta Flight had been on patrol and Alpha Flight had scrambled quickly enough to join the fray and skew the numbers in their favour.

Switching back to the squadron channel, he first addressed Delta Flight’s leader, Captain Sariel Redtide. “Resume your patrol, Delta One, though I don’t imagine we’ll have any more joy this day. Delta Four, congratulations on your first kill.”

“Thank you, Commander,” replied the flight officer.

“Alpha Flight, return to base.”

As the four Fury-class interceptors of Delta Flight angled away to a higher orbit, Cambrius and the other three Alphas dove for the volcanic surface of Ord Mantell and the Imperial stronghold. The flight back to base gave Cambrius time to think. Not always a good thing, considering that in the month since Reaver Squadron has arrived, only three incidents had required their intervention, including this one.

The political landscape was growing ever more treacherous and the planet’s strategic value was questionable at best. It was not a situation Cambrius relished. But until a clearer mandate was given to him, Reaver Squadron would continue to perform its duties for the Sith Empire.

All he had to do was wait, and that was one thing Cambrius Winterborn was not good at doing.

[Sasquatch filling]

The screen flashed. A new mission for completion:

Code: Select all

Bubbles
there is a bounty hunter by the name of Connor Frost currently in the captivity of some off brand pirates.
Free him.
[coordinates and stuff]
Payment already sent.

"Well," he said aloud, "If they've already paid, looks like this job is mine."
A while later
His ship's shield prevented any movement from the D-5 mantis. Tangrus remotely launched some modded mouse droids, and the droids immediately found and temporarily disabled the other ship's engines. Tangrus flipped on the shields. A quick message announced his plans

Code: Select all

You appear to have something I want. Remove yourselves or be eliminated.

The pirates had a less than pleasant response, which basically said "Bite me." Tangrus fully intended to do that.
Once on the ship, Tangrus had one thing to say: "Hello again, Vette." The two had met on many occasions, on both sides.
"Hello Bubbles, fancy seeing you again."
"Pleasantries aside, you have something I need, so will this go the easy way, or the hard way?"
"Depends: what's the easy way?"
"I'll buy him off you."
"Credits are the least of my worries."
"Then how about these," he said as he tossed forward a bag. The bag rolled over to reveal at least 10 force crystals.
"How did you-"
"You could call me a collector. Now take these to your little sith boyfriend and leave."
She took the bag, and with a scowl on her face, left.
"Step one, rid the place of pirates, done. Step two, find the ward." He turned around to look, but was distracted momentarily by a powered down droid.
"Is this an... R-7? But It's missing the battery pack... I'll have to as Gruun about that..."
HE stood again, and saw a figure, now unchained, standing in the doorway.
"And you must be the infamous Connor Frost. Big fan of your work."

[United Nationals]

The screen flashed. A new mission for completion:

Code: Select all

Bubbles
there is a bounty hunter by the name of Connor Frost currently in the captivity of some off brand pirates.
Free him.
[coordinates and stuff]
Payment already sent.

"Well," he said aloud, "If they've already paid, looks like this job is mine."
A while later
His ship's shield prevented any movement from the D-5 mantis. Tangrus remotely launched some modded mouse droids, and the droids immediately found and temporarily disabled the other ship's engines. Tangrus flipped on the shields. A quick message announced his plans

Code: Select all

You appear to have something I want. Remove yourselves or be eliminated.

The pirates had a less than pleasant response, which basically said "Bite me." Tangrus fully intended to do that.
Once on the ship, Tangrus had one thing to say: "Hello again, Vette." The two had met on many occasions, on both sides.
"Hello Bubbles, fancy seeing you again."
"Pleasantries aside, you have something I need, so will this go the easy way, or the hard way?"
"Depends: what's the easy way?"
"I'll buy him off you."
"Credits are the least of my worries."
"Then how about these," he said as he tossed forward a bag. The bag rolled over to reveal at least 10 force crystals.
"How did you-"
"You could call me a collector. Now take these to your little sith boyfriend and leave."
She took the bag, and with a scowl on her face, left.
"Step one, rid the place of pirates, done. Step two, find the ward." He turned around to look, but was distracted momentarily by a powered down droid.
"Is this an... R-7? But It's missing the battery pack... I'll have to as Gruun about that..."
HE stood again, and saw a figure, now unchained, standing in the doorway.
"And you must be the infamous Connor Frost. Big fan of your work."

connor raised his eyebrow at the strange creature. "who in the hell are you?"

[BOS Capital Chapter]

Anakin blasted out of Hyperspace into the orbit of Alderaan. He looked down, and the once beautiful planet was reduced to fire. Massive flames covered the surface as Sith Armies invaded, slaughtering it's people. Anakin couldnt bear to see this great planet a subject to the Sith. He knew his mission, which came down from the top: Relieve the ressistance. He pulled the lever, and his ship burst foreward toward the firey surfave of Alderaan.

[Festavo]

With a look of disgust on his face he walked into his hut.
"I am gonna find that bastard that killed my father!"
He was mad...and when he is mad he is dangerous. Once killed a man for talking to him too much when he was mad. His men backed off.

[Arnoria]

Natasha, with her boyfriend, went to Coruscant after they failed to liberate the small city. They were going to observe the security system of the Jedi Temple - stealing lightsaber would be enjoyable for both of them. They were walking, disguised as civilian, near a club.

"The Jedi Temple is impossible for us to penetrate. Those weirdos will sense our presence even before we lay foot on the holy place." Argued Evan.

"Not if I block our presence." Replied Natasha while holding her datapad.

"You cannot control your powers. It will turn into chaos Natasha."

"Believe me, they'll never notice."

[Sasquatch filling]

connor raised his eyebrow at the strange creature. "who in the hell are you?"

"Well, no thanks? Gosh some bounty hunters have no manners." Tangrus popped his neck. "The name's tangrus, but most people call me Bubbles. Don't ask, it's a long story. I too am a hunter, but also a bodyguard for hire. Some one wanted you alive; I made it so."
Tangrus turned to go back to his ship as the mantis' engines powered back on
"Oh and if you want a new pack for that I-7 Meet me in the Cantina on Tatooine In 24 hours."
And with that, tangrus left the ship.