Revlona wrote:Ormata if you want, you are a new CooP
Hey, could you please put me on the roster please?
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by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Tue Nov 28, 2017 4:07 pm
Revlona wrote:Ormata if you want, you are a new CooP
by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Tue Nov 28, 2017 4:24 pm
by Revlona » Tue Nov 28, 2017 4:28 pm
The Imperial Warglorian Empire wrote:Revlona wrote:I'm Gonna pull a G-Tech and say i will, but i will probably be a lazy asshole and forget to do it.
Continuous nagging usually works
.......alright?
It isn’t really that hard at all, just name, url link, and update
It’s just that most people will most likely try and look at the roster to see who I am, and not be able to, and well that causes confusion
SO UPDATE THE BLOODY THING
Alright, is that good enough?
by Ormata » Tue Nov 28, 2017 4:55 pm
Revlona wrote:Ormata if you want, you are a new CooP
Revlona wrote:Quote me it
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by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Tue Nov 28, 2017 5:14 pm
Ormata wrote:Revlona wrote:Ormata if you want, you are a new CooP
Thank you. I most certainly accept.Revlona wrote:Quote me it
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by Turkducken » Tue Nov 28, 2017 6:42 pm
by Revlona » Tue Nov 28, 2017 6:48 pm
Turkducken wrote:I'm interested in playing a Rebel leader, but is there currently any active player that functions as a Rebel High Command? Or are missions assigned by one of the Co-Ops?
by Ormata » Tue Nov 28, 2017 7:42 pm
ISD-Isaac’s WrathClass: Imperial II-class frigateHistory:
Armament:Complement:
- Turbolaser batteries (4)
- Ion cannon batteries (4)
- Point-defense laser batteries (4)
- Tractor beam batteries (4)
Crew:
- TIE/IN Interceptor (40)
- TIE/sa Bomber (10)
- TIE/IT Interdictor Starfighter (5)
- Sentinel-class Landing Craft (2)
- Command Staff
Commanding Officer - Leah Pearce
Executive Officer - Malo Le Foll
CMCPO - Anabel Mckee
Flight Officer - Ara Tsurayaki
CO, Marine Detachment - Rowan Parry- Crew (10,899)
- Flight Personnel (9,000)
- Marine Detachment (2,000)
Built in 14 BBY, just five years after the events of Operation Knightfall, the Isaac’s Wrath was a peculiarly named vessel. Named for a Republic-aligned general on the Outer Rim, a man who then transferred loyalties seamlessly to Imperial hands, the vessel was funded, for the most part, by that same general, to be given to the Empire free of charge. It seemed that, in his later years, the general’s popularity in the Imperial Senate degraded substantially. Nonetheless, he did make the requirement that the vessel be named in some reference to him, a small stroke to an otherwise large ego that had been built through years of victory. And so, the Isaac’s Wrath was named instead of the usual Imperial dramatics, and has been since named.
Posted on the Outer Rim to engage pirates, the vessel stationed herself near Nal Hutta, both due to the then Captain’s preference towards Hutts and their arrangements and because said area was a den of pirates. Of course, the ship’s Captain did not fire on certain vessels as they had, as he liked to say, ‘special clearance’, and the vessel took particular affinity in destroying the raiders and transports of adversaries towards a certain Hutt. The Captain was, of course, in said Hutt’s pocket, bribed with trinkets and lovely girls who had little say in the matter, and the man was a product of his times. The son of a rich Senator, he loved such things dearly and made ample provisions to protect them, planning to plant evidence of subversion, resistance-aligned, or Jedi-aligned efforts on any one of his crew.
Of course, during the vessel’s stay in the region, certain authorized yet not fully sanctioned events were to take place, most of them being races between pirate ships and the vessel’s TIE compliment. The Isaac’s Wrath’s pilots were, as most Imperial pilots, extremely competitive and enjoyed viewing themselves as the best. As such, instead of such disagreements between themselves and any persons at the cantina resulting in fistfights, blaster shootouts, or any other messy violence, the matters were resolved in a more practical way. These events would put pressure on the pilots, many turning into pseudo-mechanics as they attempted to bring their fighters up to the task. Despite the regulated nature of the Imperial Navy, there would even be command-sanctioned ‘parties’ wherein such pilots and mechanics attempted to find the best ways to make their fighters go just a bit faster, turn a bit tighter. Of course, following this a report would have to be filed and any such improvements would have to be made to every single fighter, yet most then would have said it was worth it. They took pride in their TIEs.
Of course, these bits of corruption, especially with the Captain, would prove to be far too overt, eventually attracting the attention of the ISB. After a brief investigation, the Captain would be declared a traitor and executed quietly, his own contacts used to subvert and rapidly destroy that same Hutt’s empire. The vessel would be put under the command of a new CO, straight from Coruscant, and sent on a long patrol in the southern Outer Rim to destroy pirates. There they would spend a long time with the inglorious task of interdicting freighters and convoy escort, more recently suffering such damage that the Captain, along with Flight Officer, were killed.
Following that she spent two years in drydock, being retrofitted and repaired before being dispatched to the Outer Rim once more.
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Name: Leah Pearce
Age: 29
Short Bio:Born on Dromund Kaas, a world shrouded in dark jungles, Leah’s early life was one surrounded by artifacts. Her parents were both archaeologists, you see, and both held distinct interest in Sith-related finds. They were of the opinion that the planet only held a great power, a seat in the Sith Empire, completely unaware that they dug at the throne of that very empire, and were eager to see what they could hold. There was little doubt in their minds that such finds would make them famous, rich beyond belief.
They dug and dug, Leah growing-up in a jungle with only the vaguest idea of what a school was, the rules being those of her parents and the teachings those of the same. In some ways, perhaps, it was a lonely one, yet she found her own friends easily enough. Her birth on the world, her proximity in growing-up with a number of artifacts stained with the blood and sweat of Sith sorcerers, and the young girl’s eagerness to go forth and venture into Sith tombs lead her to find a strength in the Dark Side of the Force, an ability to feel it’s power, to see with it, and to hide herself in it. She listened to whispers from people who no longer lived, from those to whom monuments were made, listened and learned.
They tempted her, eagerly tempted her, attempting to find an interest, a weakness, sending tidbits of information through the cracks that were between life and death. Some spoke idly, however, a few Sith holding the belief that life was life and death was death, that stepping between the two would be unfortunate at best and a mistake at worst, a few who were lax enough to sink into the memories of what was instead of trying to break back into the galaxy at large. Leah listened to these few, of their brief childhoods and chaotic upbringings, of their philosophies and measures. They taught her to never turn your back, to never take the work of others wholly for granted. They drilled into her skull to be loyal to one’s ideals, too, something they were fanatics of.
And so, she learned from dead men and women, her parents digging ever deeper into a tomb to see what it might hold. When they struck a cavern, however, they instead found death, and a poison drifted from the small hole, suffocated both of them rapidly. Leah was nearby, however, and came running at the sounds. With her right hand, she tried to pull her mother away from it, away to cleaner air, yet instead became infected, too, and fell to the ground, her hand alight with pain as though acid was poured onto it. Clawing her way away from the gas, she felt it began to spread up her arm. Something strange then happened, however, as the kindness of a Sith was bestowed upon her; that same Sith had talked to her, tried to impart some bit of wisdom upon the youth to take to the galaxy at large, and did not want to see her die so soon before what she might be. Perhaps he saw a Sith in her. Perhaps not.
Yet the kindness of a Sith came down, and through the veil of death that Sith reached-out and tore her arm from her, ripping it off with a force that it flew across the room before a lava heat fell down upon the former joint. Leah screamed-out her lungs, filled them again, and screamed once more, falling into unconsciousness as the pain was too much to bear. Once she awoke, scar tissue now covering that lacking sight, the young girl made her way to the shuttle, setting-away from her homeworld. Leah left, running away to Korriban, a world full of Dark Side tombs and a world with a brief little camp of other archaeologists who felt that it was a better spot to dig. She was just 17.
Hospitalized there, Leah would be sent to Feena, a slightly more industrialized world with minor ties to the Empire. Fitted with a prosthetic arm, the young woman didn’t know exactly what she wanted to do. The galaxy, even the spacedock and hospital, seemed so large and so complicated, so hurried and bustling, and Leah was lost in it. She took a small job in an attempt to pay for it, though to little avail. Losing what little money she had, she took to begging.
Her skills in prediction would be tested when a resistance group opened fire on a squad of Stormtroopers, one throwing a thermal detonator. Leah caught it in midair, having been sitting to the side, and threw it back to the rebels instinctually; later she would be conflicted upon this, on if it was the right thing to do. The thanks of the Officer there would be coupled with a suggestion to go enlist; they needed people with such reflexes. It wasn’t such a bad idea, considering the factors. Leah needed money and the Empire had more than enough.
She would be denied with the Stormtrooper Corps, however, on the basis that they did not want any individual with a prosthetic arm to lean on, and so she would join with the Imperial Navy.
Her skills have, since then, grown, along with the skills in command. Leah is well-aware of the possible factors in her abilities, such things as the Force, and is also fully convinced that it exists; after all, what else pulled her arm from it's socket? Proof is in the scars. She as such has learned, both from those early lessons taught from dead ones and from her own practice in self-control, how to hide herself from those Inquisitorial blokes whenever they come snooping about.
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Faction: Galactic Empire
Weapon: TRM-09 Assault Rifle
Ship:
Rank: Lieutenant - Commanding Officer, Marine Detachment
Name: Rowan Parry
Age: 25
Short Bio:Born on Nal Hutta, Rowan’s early life was a simple deluge of scrounging. His mother was a working girl, his father of course was a spacer he never knew. According to his mother, who bore the crass nature of that profession well, the man landed, got drunk, unzipped and zipped his fly, then left in the space of a day. She never could afford to keep anyone around to watch the young boy, only barely having the credits to buy formula for him in those infant years, and she was, of course, unable to keep him about while working. As a result, he spent those years first honestly as a beggar and scrapper, searching through trash dumps barefoot before resorting to worse measures. A simple combination of children’s temptation for easy money and a lack of the same in scrapping lead to this decision; it never could yield enough for the rent, the price rising every paycheck.
He first was a simple messenger, ducking between the crowds as a scramp; very few lawmen weren’t bought-off, then, and those that were had bigger things to worry about than a little scrawny kid. Rowan brought messages, got his stipend, and better yet became immersed in a perversion of family. He rapidly turned to being one of the gang’s bruisers, a strongman at fifteen to strongarm shop owners into paying their dues. It was all an easy scheme and one that made sense to the youth; they were protected and as such had to pay.
Yet the gang got too noisy, too big, the group that once controlled a tap to the Spice trade owning several blocks, and the Hutts came for their cut, sending first an offer and then a message. The offer of integration was soundly replied with a corpse, you see, and as such the message, some thirty Thermal Detonators along with a supply of Spice, was sent. The resulting explosion destroyed the house and street, killing seventy of their ninety-two members and setting a clear precedent: refuse the Hutts and you die.
Rowan survived the event due to him being some ways away, yet it was more than doubtful that the gang could recover from the thrashing. Desperate to leave the planet and escape from the Hutts, he would join the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps with the Imperial Marines as a Private, rising to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class within four years. Stationed on the ISD-Cauldron, his service career during those periods would remain quiet save for the occasional search and seizure of a transport.
The man would participate, however, in the Battle of Chabosh where Rebel forces overturned the Planetary Governor and had activated the shielding. After the assault, wherein the Marines took heavy casualties, he had been found to have both distinguished himself enough to be noted and to have survived, both remarkable achievements. As such, he would be recommended for Officer and be commissioned soon after as a Lieutenant before then being assigned to the Isaac’s Wrath.
by Shadowwell » Tue Nov 28, 2017 7:56 pm
by Tayner » Tue Nov 28, 2017 9:20 pm
Shadowwell wrote:Rev, i was thinking, since Rebel characters and such are preferred at the moment, I could edit my Noghri to make him currently be in the hands of some Rebel group or the other, perhaps they raided a database, that had thinks concerning him on it, found him, and "reprogrammed" him in a sense?
by Paleocacher » Tue Nov 28, 2017 9:28 pm
by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Tue Nov 28, 2017 10:08 pm
by Turkducken » Tue Nov 28, 2017 11:38 pm
by Sperio » Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:12 am
by Sperio » Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:14 am
by Ormata » Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:47 am
Sperio wrote:Faction Name: The final order
Leader: Aldric specter
Number of Members: 990 million
Number of ships: 99
Types of Ships: stolen imperial ships (star destroyers, ties, intercepters, shuttles, etc), any ship they can get their hands on
Description: a group of people united to end the empire
Backstory: formed by Aldric specter after the battle of mandalore, they roam the galaxy in order to complete their plan. They are at the basic, rebel extremists
by Spindle » Wed Nov 29, 2017 1:48 pm
by Shadowwell » Wed Nov 29, 2017 2:00 pm
Tayner wrote:Shadowwell wrote:Rev, i was thinking, since Rebel characters and such are preferred at the moment, I could edit my Noghri to make him currently be in the hands of some Rebel group or the other, perhaps they raided a database, that had thinks concerning him on it, found him, and "reprogrammed" him in a sense?
That might be a job for Task Force Lo. Maybe grabbing him is our next mission?
by Paleocacher » Wed Nov 29, 2017 4:24 pm
by Ormata » Wed Nov 29, 2017 6:37 pm
Paleocacher wrote:App
Name: Darvon Jewett
Age: 50
Short Bio (1 paragraph): Darvon Jewett was born in the Anaxes system. He was raised by a very pro-republic family and was highly patriotic. Being from a militaristic planet, he joined the pre-war Republic military, the Judicial Forces. In the Clone Wars his unit was incorporated into the GAR. He served under several Jedi generals, commanding their assigned task forces. He was in charge of Jedi General Plo Koon's fleet when a squadron of fighters under the Jedi Master's command shot him down. He dispatched three loyal clone officers (who had removed their chips) to the scene to recover the Master's body only for it to be discovered that he was still alive, albeit paralyzed from the waist down. They smuggled the general away along with a group of six jedi younglings who had been onboard the command ship. Jewett faked the general's death and cremated the missing Jedis' "remains." Jewett retired following the creation of the Empire only to be recalled to serve in the Imperial Administration, six standard months ago he was appointed Moff of the Boeus Sector in the Expansion Region of the galaxy. He currently harbors rebel sympathies and does what he can to hamper Imperial pursuit of Rebel cells operating in his sector. Harboring an even darker secret, many former Clone veterans of General Koon's Wolfpack have settled in a remote town on the planet Stobar. He is in conflict with his high-ranking military officers who are attempting to crush the rebellion here, and the ISB who are investigating his personal conduct.
Faction: Empire
Weapon: DC-17
Ship (If you have one): Arquitens class light cruiser Calasto
Rank (If Jedi put Master or Padawan): Moff
Faction Name: Boeus Sector Imperial Garrison
Leader: Moff Jewett, General Marcus Kim
Number of Members: 1,750,000
Number of ships: ~300 combat and noncombat official navy vessels ~800 TIE fighters and variants, and atmospheric patrol vehicles
Types of Ships: Gozanti class transports, Arquitens class cruisers, Carrack class frigates, Victory II and Acclamator II class star destroyers, Consular class cruisers, Tartan and Law class patrol ships, Broadside missile cruisers, assorted transports and replenishment ships.
Description: Relatively inexperienced, the sector garrison is composed of third-line Imperial personnel as the rebel and pirate presence in the area is minimal. The relatively small garrison is mostly concerned with maintaining hyperspace lanes, and keeping pirates away from mining bases. The garrison is supplemented on land by large domestic law enforcement agencies.
Backstory:
What year is it in terms of BBY?
Spindle wrote:So, warning, I may be...erratic, but I'll give this a tag and try to haul myself out of my sedentary nature to do things over here.
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