[OOC] Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

[Fallenreaper]

You love it, don't play coy. :p

[Ellri]

activity is always nice.

We're once again enhancing the 3D model for Nyiss' Korriban facility.

This time we're working on adding more paths for the various A-->B routes.
For example:
Previously, the path from medical bay to a selected Sith room at the bottom of the facility was about 2.2km of walking as well as a 264m turbolift.
Now there's an alternate route that is about 600m walking and a 364m turbolift.

[Ellri]

Here's some new images of the facility as it is now. Should be much cleaner in appearance now. Less lopsided.

[Ellri]

Launched a new IntCk now, hopefully it will help grab players.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/29293/posts/ooc?page=1

[Templar Knight]

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.

I am Gideon Xanthous, a human born on Dantooine, who was tempted by hearing of the Sith teachings to Korriban, and having completed my training to the satisfaction of my instructors, I was taken on as an apprentice of a Sith Lord, Darth Fa'los. Having wandered the Outer Rim under my new master and teacher, searching for Jedi and Republic Agents working covertly against the Empire outside the bounds of Republic and Sith space, as well as any vestiges of the Dark Side to learn more of the ancient Sith or expand our powers and understanding of the Force. I now make my to the capital, following the unexpected death of my master, seeking reassignment and perhaps try to claim the mantle of Sith Lord, should the Dark Council see fit.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.

I serve the Sith, though not the Empire as of yet. For although I share their distaste for the Republic and their Jedi Order, whom coddle weakness and stagnation in the name of "peace", I have not wished to be involved in the constant struggles between Lords and their pupils that have caused so much bloodshed for our kind. Nor do many among them accept me, for in many of their eyes I was seen as weaker for what they see in me as an gentler heart than most Sith. They fool themselves to think that I am any less devouted to the Sith Code than them, I just see no use in wasted potential. I hold to the Sith Code above all, and what I believe it means, regardless of whether or not my fellows in the Empire hold the same views.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Do not leave out anything you think would be relevant. Are you young? Old? Human? Alien? Male? Female? Scarred? Deformed? Yellow? Blue? Green? Red?

I am a human male getting into my middle ages (38) with a trimmed chin strap of black hair and short, well-kept black hair being prominent facial features. I have green eyes, tanned skin, 5"6', 140 lbs, and possess scars across my back and arms from old injuries due to blades and electrocution. I wear Dark Jedi robes which are not truly my own, they are well worn and stitched in many places to maintain them due to the massive amount of wear and tear on them, as are my shoes which are simply constructed leather shoes.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

I fight because peace is a lie, and there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Simply, I fight because it is a necessity in obtaining greater power and a stronger connection with the Force as the ancient Sith did. All Sith fight, and if I am to become a Lord amongst them, I must fight as well.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I stand out from other Sith for my failings, for although I was adept at wielding a lightsaber and could utilize the Force as well as your average initiate, though many claim that my heart was not cold enough to truly match the Sith for their hatred for weakness. Specifically in the fact that I showed mercy to the opponents I dueled, I could not bring myself to strike down a potentially useful fellow Sith simply because I was faster, stronger in will or strength or hadn't missed a step when they had. What I viewed as avoiding wasting a life who could prove useful to the Empire with greater training, my teachers viewed as a severe weakness on my part. They claimed that such mercy could mean not only my death in a real fight, but the deaths of fellow Sith if I was ever in a position of command as a Sith Lord. They eventually made me learn this lesson, making it a more and more painful one to learn as they tried to beat and burn it into me, I finally came to the conclusion that in this situation at least, if the initiates could not prove themselves, they would be killed, so I went along with what my instructors taught me, even though I believed some of their teachings could have been different.

Luckily for me, a particular Sith Lord by the name of Darth Fa'los was residing at Korriban at the time observing the Academy and its pupils for a potential apprentice, it was not an uncommon thing for the odd Master or Lord in need of an apprentice to stop by the Academy to see if any of the initiates held promise, though it wasn't common for a Lord to actually take any of the initiates, the war demanded that most be sent out to fight in the front lines. Why did Darth Fa'los pick me? He claimed that the way I interpreted the Sith Code along with my styles of fighting aligned closely with his own, and that out of most of the initiates, I had the better chance of succeeding as his apprentice.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?

TBW

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

My unexpected departure from Korriban after the completion of my training to become a member of the Sith Empire had a huge effect on my life, it was what caused me to wander throughout the Outer Rim under the guiding hand of Darth Fa'los, taking odd jobs to book passage on ships and trying to keep a low profile as we were on assignment from the Empire to hunt down Republic agents and Jedi who may use covert methods of trying to enter Sith Space or strike at us. Our studies never stopped though, the galaxy simply became our testing grounds.

Such a life put me in contact with a lot of people though, I saw people of all walks of life, races, and fortunes and learned how and why people act the way they do, Darth Fa'los emphasized this interaction and understanding of the psychology of individuals, groups, and societies along with cause and effect was as crucial in understanding how to play, and how to win at the conflicts which the Sith embroiled themselves in. Such experiential knowledge is essential in discerning one's weaknesses beyond mere combat prowess. For he believed, just as I believe that a true Sith should know not just how to break one's opponents through combat, but through every other means they can, emotionally, intellectually, anything which can be put to the test in a conflict. After all, is true power not that which enables the wielder the ability to destroy an opponent in any number of ways to ensure victory? And is victory not ever truly obtained until an opponent is utterly broken and vanquished?

One of the most rewarding moments of my life was when I bested a rival apprentice in a duel. The situation arose on Nar Shadda while we were keeping our eyes open for Republic agents who may use the Smuggler's Moon as a nexus for their operations. A chance meeting of myself, Darth Fa'los and a rival Sith Lord and his own pupil quickly escalated into a contest of who was the better Master, specifically whose understanding of the Sith Code produced the better apprentice? For Fa'los' rival understood passion as being the key to power, a literal understanding of the Sith Code, and had taught his apprentice to feed off of his emotions to give him greater power during conflicts. Fa'los instructed me in how passion has its place in gaining power, but uncontrolled passion leads to ruin, a true Sith has to know when to unleash their passions, and how to utilize that power, which may not necessarily be physical strength, or willpower. The two Lords arranged the duel between us in a secluded section of the city without distractions from potential interlopers and we were told to fight each other through all the means we had until one of us forced the other to yield and supplicate before the other as being the greater, humiliating their Master. We fought for over an hour, our lightsabers not being the only thing which connected. Every time I had the chance I would taunt and banter to my rival, and even utilized the Ataru form against his Shien, letting him become enraged and frustrated at my constant verbal jabs and his inability to land a successful strike.

Eventually he had become so weak that he could barely swing his arms effectively anymore, but I still kept up with the dodging, focusing my energy into making him wear himself out without even landing a blow on him. When his legs finally gave out underneath him from being so tired, I took his lightsaber in an instant and forced him to supplicate before me, using the Force to make him utter the humiliating words when he wouldn't say them willingly. His Master was so enraged that he executed the poor apprentice right there, cutting off his limbs and throwing him off the catwalk to the ground impossibly far below in his fury. Fa'los couldn't have been more proud of me though, saying that these results proved that there were many ways which a Sith could hold power over an opponent, and more than one way to achieve victory through passion and power and still be a Sith. I always wondered if he would have done the same thing to me as his rival had done to his apprentice if I had failed, I had no doubt that something equal would have happened to me. Fa'los may have had a slightly different idea of what weakness meant than other Sith, but he did not disagree that those who proved to be the weaker should deserve no mercy from the stronger, woe to the vanquished was the apt phrase.

It has not been an easy life, being a wanderer and Pariah among most parts of the galaxy, but I would say it has been rewarding given the path that I have chosen.

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

I have never been a very tough fighter, I cannot take many direct hits without going down, which is why I rely mostly on dodging blows or avoiding fights altogether.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

It is a standard single-bladed lightsaber of average dimensions and parts, it has an orange crystal though, rather than the traditional Sith red. Darth Fa'los specifically gave me this crystal when showing how to assemble one from scratch in order to symbolize both personally and outwardly, that I was different from other Sith given my interpretation of the Sith Code. But also as a more practical reason, the red lightsaber is instantly recognized by anybody as belonging to a Sith regardless of whether you're in Republic, neutral, or Sith space, if I was to keep a low profile while still keeping my lightsaber, we had to make sure that I was not immediately recognizable by the colour of my lightsaber. Perhaps one day, once I'm reassigned to a different task that doesn't involve covert actions, or become a Sith Lord then I will change the crystal to red, but now it stays orange.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Ataru was the combat form I was trained in. It offered the skills necessary to fight offensively, as a Sith must, but also those needed to be able to adapt to specific weaknesses of an enemy through its usage of the Force to assist in many combat manoeuvres. It is also the form which best complements my lack of toughness, making me as good as fighter as anybody else if not better for those who aren't experienced with fighting those who've learned the Ataru form.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have? Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

As a utilizer of Ataru, I use both the Force and my lightsaber equally in combat, I see them as equal tools to be used in the quest for power and victory over my foes. However I am not particularly exceptional at either of them, and I am only really good at Ataru in its purest form, which is in the duelling one on one against an opponent. When I face multiple targets on my own I begin to lose my focus and cannot concentrate on deciphering the weaknesses of an opponent. In such situations, I try to flee, as only a fool fights a battle he knows he cannot win.

I am also skilled in torture and interrogation using indirect methods from my experiences with Darth Fa'los while we were on assignment in the Outer Rim. I learned many different ways of breaking a target's will without having to break bones or mutilate bodies, things which cause a lot of noise and are quite noticeable in situations where we are trying to be covert in our operations. Granted, I have never attempted to convert anybody to the Sith cause using my methods, but I do have a successful record for being able to break the will of my targets and obtaining necessary information out of them, and in theory it shouldn't be much more difficult to change those methods over to the process of conversion, would it?

a) You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?

Due to the lack of results on turning most of the Jedi so far by the Sith already aboard, Darth Nyiss would be looking for Sith who are available who at least have some experience with indirectly breaking people's resolve and leave them susceptible to conversion. As to why I am late, Darth Fa'los died unexpectedly of a chronic illness while we were on assignment, meaning that I had to return his body and possessions to the capital anyway so that he may be buried with the other Sith Lords, and so that I could be reassigned by the Dark Council after giving my reports on our work based on where they needed me. So I expecting to be free to be able to assist in this matter, but since circumstances allow, I would be able to lend my aid in her cause.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something. Don't be shy.

TBW

(Pardon the To Be Written posts, I don't have much time atm to write this all down so far and am still in the process of making it, but feel free to give me criticism where it is needed to make it more feasible or in line with canon when necessary.)

[Ellri]

We'll add most of the judgment when the rest of the sheet is in.

But we're a bit skeptical about the idea of the Sith banishing someone for weakness... They're not that unified. Someone will always see fit to instead use him for some scheme or other, ending in death. Weakness is despised to such a degree that its not permitted to survive. The only way to leave the Sith Order is to willingly leave of your own accord, and thats not generally very easy once they know about you. Once you are in their records, you would have to leave the empire’s reach to escape.

If he was so weak as to not handle the training at the academy, someone, be it an instructor (or more likely another student) would have released him from that problem through killing him. Sith ain’t so nice as to Banish. Especially not during wartime.

By the way, how old is he?

[Sep]

That guy said I have not wished to be involved in the constant struggles between Lords and their pupils that have caused so much bloodshed for our kind.

Guide will like him for that fact.

[Templar Knight]

Ellri said
We'll add most of the judgment when the rest of the sheet is in.But we're a bit skeptical about the idea of the Sith banishing someone for weakness... They're not that unified. Someone will always see fit to instead use him for some scheme or other, ending in death. Weakness is despised to such a degree that its not permitted to survive. The only way to leave the Sith Order is to willingly leave of your own accord, and thats not generally very easy once they know about you. Once you are in their records, you would have to leave the empire’s reach to escape. If he was so weak as to not handle the training at the academy, someone, be it an instructor (or more likely another student) would have released him from that problem through killing him. Sith ain’t so nice as to Banish. Especially not during wartime.By the way, how old is he?

This is why the criticism helps, I am not entirely sure about how the Sith would treat these sorts of situations, or how a situation where a character like this could possibly arise among the Sith.

Very well, I'll find some way to refine that, perhaps by having an intrigued Lord or Master take him away from Korriban for personal tutoring since his methods are not what the instructors were looking for in regards to the war, but perhaps what this other Sith was looking for in an apprentice for the greater intrigues being played among the Sith themselves.

As for how old he is, I would have him be around 38 or 40, he left Dantooine at 20 when he had saved up enough money to slip away to Korriban, and spent several years at the academy there before being removed by one way or another. The greater part of the remainder of his life to the present after then would be traveling around the Outer Rim, wherein his new master would instruct him as an apprentice.

[Sundered Echo]

Its been mentioned to me that I should describe what we mean by strength:

Its not really about physical or even Force Strength. These things help, but if there was any one thing you are judged on it is your will and determination to continue. For all other things, the teachers don't really care. The Sith Academy accepts pretty much anyone who wants to join (though at the present point in history its a little race dependant) because the way in which 'teaching' is carried out ensures that anyone not determined enough to be a Sith ends up being dead. As long as you make it through your lessons alive, you are 'strong enough.' Wether you managed this by being a brute who is unchallengable in lightsaber combat, a Force adept of great strength, a manipulator of others or just really really lucky, it doesn't matter to the teachers. What matters is being alive at the end of the day.

As with every rule, there are exceptions, but thats generally how it works.

[Ellri]

Within the borders of the Sith Empire, if you're force Sensitive, you will be sent to Korriban, no matter how powerful/weak. They actually had a law about it there.

[Ellri]

Huh. had not noticed that copy error. Well, its fixed now. We were still half-asleep two hours ago when we posted the previous post here.

[K-97]

OK, I'm interested.

[Ellri]

Excellent. Feel free to stop by the IRC.

[bigscreech]

Avix Veir

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.

I always hated these awkward get to know you questions but I digress... My name is Avix Veir, I am 23 years of age and hail from Balmora. My parents were farmers and I grew up in the country. Things were often lovely when the Republic and Sith Empires pissing contest wasn't ravaging the damn planet. Where am I going? Well I'm stuffed in this ship on a rescue mission to liberate the captured Jedi from their horrible “Sith” oppressors. I see you picked on the cynicism in my tone... Well it's kind of hard not to be cynical when our order tends to wipe out any traces of the Sith. While the Sith are seeking to turn our padawans, knights and younglings into one of their own. Such a thought would have me shunned by the rest of this party but my master always taught me think outside the box. To question the Jedi orders rigid standards and err... I'll spare you the rest of this rant... Maybe you'll hear it another time if you make it off that godforsaken ship.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire?

My allegiance is to the Jedi order, even if their rigid standards tend to put me off at times. I see the merit in the other things they teach such as not letting your emotions cloud your judgments and emphisis on self descipline. I've seen first hand the other side of the spectrum and erractic pride filled Sith put me off way more. Pride is a crutch of the insecure and their "Passion" doesn't set them free... It eventually enslaves them, nothing more fun then using their "Passion" against them and robbing them of their pride. It is way more entertaining to me than giving them a quick death. As for the Republic? I see it as a tiresome old beuarcracy but it is a better alternative to the Sith Empires xenophobic form of rule. It is the lesser of the two evils that at least attempts at some sort of fairness as opposed to the oligarchy of Sith Empire.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear?

Well I stand at 6’4 and have a muscular build. My eye color is hazel and I normally wear my straight black hair in an unkempt fashion. But here is a picture that will say a lot more then my simple description:

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

Why I fight? Well being a Jedi Shadow it kind of is unavoidable as my duty in the Order is to destroy all things Sith. My former Master always had a different view on those creatures and often would give them one more chance to convert to the light before finishing them off. She always thought they were lost and could be saved if given the chance. I always thought it was foolish as most were too far gone or to prideful to ever do something like this. I personally hold a deep disdain for the Sith but will still do this practice as a way of paying homage to my fallen master. Who knows…? One day I might meet a Sith who takes me up on the offer and I’ll make them my apprentice. Don’t laugh… I’m being serious… But I probably have a better chance of breathing in space then that ever happening.

Sorry I started to ramble but I fight to stop the spread of the tyranny of the Sith as I’ve experienced it firsthand and it’s instilled a disdain in me I just can’t seem to shake. Its one thing that scares me quite a bit as I know it could lead to my downfall and must be kept in check through meditation.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I am an exceptional duelist, have exceptional agility and self discipline to my benefit. As for dueling it is an absolute necessity and something I take great pleasure in. There is nothing more enjoyable then a good duel against a worthy opponent. I even have the tendency to using Dun Moch against my opponents to keep throw them off guard. My agility is just something I honed over years of training with my former master.

My odd ability improvisations is something that has kept me alive this long. You wouldn’t believe how often spitting in your opponents face when sabers are locked has often given me the opportunity I need. Is it under handed? Yes… Do I care? No… I also am adequate with tech and can hack into basic things like maintenance terminals.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein?

Ever since after my master passed I have pretty much been alone and rarely interact with the others in the order. Most of my tasks are stealth related and involve me doing things alone.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

The first couple of years were quite enjoyable from what I remember… My parents ran a quaint farm in the country and we were never bothered with the troubles of the galaxy. This was my life for the first 5-6 years before all hell broke loose. My home world apparently held a significant value because of its location near the core worlds and the fact that we quite a few weapons producing facilities made it an instant target for the Sith. The peaceful world I had briefly known was dragged into this pointless conflict.

This greatly impacted my family and the area we lived in happened to have a major weapons producing facility nearby. It wasn’t long before the Sith landed and dispersed various soldiers to acquire supplies for this campaign in the sorrounding area. They took everything and tried to force my parents to produce more food to feed the soldiers in the area as they advanced against some of the Balmoran forces held up in the weapons facility. My father being a staunched suppourter of the Republic initially refused to do anything for the Sith. The soldiers however had other ways of getting him to comply and beat him with in an inch of his life. They then threatened to kill my mother and me if the beating wasn't sufficient motivation to aide "The Glorius Sith Empire".

We now had a small contingent of Sith soldiers that stayed on the farm to make sure everything went according to plan and we met their quotas. If we didn't they would "motivate" us so that it would never happen again. This was the nightmare I lived in and had to witness things a young boy should never be subjected to. It was a living hell that was finally broken when Lucia Thaxton appeared a year later.

She was on a mission to destroy the newly captured weapons facility in the area. Our farm just so happeneded to be a few miles away and alowed for her ship to land undetected. Under the cover of darkness she quickly made her way to the house and immediately saw one of the many episodes of cruelty that befell my family. One of the newer soldiers tried to sexually assualt my mother and my father finally lost it. He tackled the Sith to the ground and began to punch the soldier senseless. It didn't take long before he took a blaster to the back. My mother soon met the same fate as my father. I was then faced with a blaster to my face and could feel my inpending death before a bright orange saber pierced through the chest of the soldier. I quickly closed my eyes out of fear and before I opened them it was over. When I finally opened my sheepish eyes I was met with the warm smile of brown haired women who appeared to be dressed in odd fashion. I was still traumatized about the whole situation but she introduced herself as Lucia Thaxton assuring me that everything was going to be okay. She took pity on me and took me back to her ship. She said that she would find me a new home after her mission was done and that I’d be safe there. So I waited…

Several hours passed and before the oddly dressed young women trotted back in. It appeared her mission had gone quite well as I had felt a large tremor an hour earlier and she wore that same carefree warm smile upon her face. I was relatively quiet and didn’t answer her questions initially. After her repeated attempts to gather information out of me she finally settled on the simple question as to if I was hungry. I sheepishly nodded my head and could see a smile dance across her face as she took to the kitchen. What she made was delicious and after our dinner she began to inquire about me again. I was comfortable now and divulged everything I could remember. I was a mere boy so there really wasn’t much to tell aside from my name, a bit about my family, and the cruelty the Sith had inflicted upon us over this past year. She went on to introduce herself a bit more and told me she was Jedi. I had never heard such a term and asked what exactly a Jedi was. She answered it as simplistically as she could as basically saying the Jedi represented the light while the Sith represented the dark. I eagerly asked if I could join the Jedi as I wanted to pay those Sith back for all that they had done. Her warm smile quickly faded and she went on to scold me. She stated that the Sith were merely lost and needed a guiding hand back to light. She went on to state such thoughts of vengeance would make me no better than them. I of course had no idea what she was talking but solemnly shook my head. I asked her if I could be a Jedi. Her response was swift and stated I had to be force sensitive to be a Jedi. She could see the look of disappoint in my eyes and immediately backtracked stating that she could test me to see if I was force sensitive. My eyes immediately lit up and asked what this test was. She said it was quite simple and took my midi-chlorian count. She looked at the results and a sly smile crept across her face. “Well well looks like you do have what it takes to be Jedi… I can’t just take to a foster family now can I? It’d appear that I should take you back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for you to begin your trai…” she said before I abruptly cut her off and hugged her leg. “I want to go with you…” I sheepishly stated as I stared up at her with my hazel eyes. She immediately started stating numerous reasons why she shouldn’t take me as an apprentice but I would not budge. After she had exhausted all of her excuses she finally looked down at me and sighed. “Well looks like I can’t turn you down now can I? It would appear I am stuck with you and you with me... Just know I won’t be an easy master deal wi…” she replied before I quickly cut her off with my own words of excitement and continued to hug her leg. She then went onto ruffle my hair and finally was able to get me out of my iron grasp. We then left my home world and I was off to begin my training.

During my early years with my master I often meditated, practiced the art of defending one’s mind from Sith mental manipulation and the art of light saber dueling with my master. It was a very graceful art form what I could see and I was pretty clumsy with it at first as I wasn’t the most coordinated child… However I eventually came into my own and began to pick it up pretty quickly as the years went by. During these early padwan years I however often never went on missions with my master. My skills as a shadow weren’t quite up to par and would make such missions a liability. I would see any action till about 8 years later and by them I had learned how to conceal myself through the force.

With these abilities I was finally able to go on missions with my master and not waste away in that damn ship constantly practicing while she was out. Our first mission however was to take place on Alderaan. The planet was engrossed in violent battle with the Sith Empire and our mission was to infiltrate a Sith base to find crucial information about the Sith fleet that orbited above. This was to hopefully give the Republican fleet an edge in the battle.

The initial part of the missions was very easy as we easily snuck by the Sith soldiers in the base using our force abilities to conceal ourselves. I remember I remarked that this was almost too easy before being scolded by my master saying that it could jinx us. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued on avoiding the Sith until we came upon the room where the information was held. After the initial upload was done we heard the doors open behind us and I caught my first glimpse of actual Sith warriors. Their red sabers were already brandished and it appeared they knew we would be coming. This couldn’t be as we were hidden but the Sith who appeared to be the master stated that it was I who alerted them. This baffled me as I could have sworn I did nothing to allow for such detection but I guess I must have gotten careless. There however was no going back and a duel ensued as I took on a female Zabrak who appeared to be the apprentice. We clashed in a violent struggle neither able to gain any ground on the other. I was just trying to wear her down as she was a practitioner of Juyo. I figured her violent strokes would eventually begin to diminish as I parried them gracefully while striking back in a controlled fashion waiting for my opening. Little did I realize that my master had just finished off her opponent and as the apprentice had reached exhaustion. I saw my opening and I took it as I parried her diminished strike while flourishing in a vertical fashion severing her right arm. I immediately kicked her in the chest knocking her to the floor as I was about to deliver the finishing move my green saber was stopped by what appeared to be an orange saber reminiscent of my master. A sense of dread quickly filled me as I assumed the worst and turned my head to see it was my master. I was relieved and asked why she hadn’t let me finish her off. My master went onto explain that it wasn’t what she had taught me and that I hadn’t even given the Sith a chance to repent to the light. I protested but it was to no avail as I reluctantly asked the Sith to abandon the dark and come back to the light. The Zabrak just sneered before uttering a plethora of insults. “Well it appears she refuses our offer… You know what to do Avix…” my master said with a sigh as she sheathed her saber and turned her back to let me finish the deed. I proceeded to slice the Siths neck effectively ending her miserable existence.

I had known my master had long preached redemption of the Sith and how I am to give them one last chance to repent to the light before I finished the deed. This however was a lot harder in practice as I saw them as abominations… Abominations that caused pain and suffering... Caring nothing for anybody but themselves as they wrought destruction through the galaxy… I brought these thoughts to the forefront when I engaged my master and she preached with conviction how she felt about them. She said she pitied them and saw them as lost souls that could be potentially be redeemed. She went on to state that Sith didn’t kill Jedi if a capture was possible. Stating that they would try turn us but the Jedi didn’t seem to give them no such opportunity. She felt it was a great travesty and something that needed to be corrected. If I was to remain under her tutelage I’d have ro abide by this practice or I’d be her student no more. I of course immediately back tracked and begrudgingly agreed as my love for my master over shadowed my disdain for the Sith.

Over the next couple of years I steadily improved going on numerous missions with my master. Most would go swimmingly and I would hardly ever have to brandish my saber. The times we did we normally made quick work of the Sith we fought. Still none of them took me up on the offer to come back to light preferring death or attempting to catch me off guard. This made me even more cynical about the Sith ever wanting to be redeemed… Yet I still pressed on one failed conversion after another. During this time I completed my Jedi trials and was Padawan no longer. Yet I and my master still worked together.

Things finally came to head about 2 years ago when I and my master were on a mission to destroy a Sith talisman on a deserted world which name escapes me at the moment. It had appeared on the scene first quickly making our way to the main chamber When we came to the main chamber of the room it had almost been eerily deserted. We both quickly came to the realization that it was a trap but it was too late as two Sith assassins were upon us as the leapt from the shadows. We were barely able to draw our sabers to block their initial onslaught. I engaged what appeared to be a human male but I couldn’t tell as he was in some sort of armor that concealed his face. The other was a male Twi’lek with a light blue skin tone adorned in the traditional robes of the Sith. I completely lost track of how my master was doing as I keyed on the Sith that lay before. He was a practitioner of makashi as well and it made for a relatively intriguing duel as we both traded blows. I however got the upper hand and immediately flourished up sending my saber through his skull. I quickly saw that my master was struggling with the male Twi’lek. I was just about to enter the fray but it was too late as he punched my master in the face before thrusting his saber into her abdomen. The life immediately went from her eyes as she stumbled lifelessly to the floor. At this point a trickle of tears began to stream down my eyes before I immediately charged wrathfully at the Sith. I lost my composure and I swung violently at the Sith who seemed to take delight in my anguish parrying my aggressively sloppy swings. I immediately used force pull to grab my fallen masters sabers and assailed the Sith even more furiously. I slowly began to give into my hate for the Sith and started to overpower the Twi’lek before I ducked under one of his vertical slashes falling to my knee as I crossed my arms. I immediately swung my arms across my body severing both his legs. I stood up and was immediately about to strike him down in a violent fashion before I saw that it was my masters saber I was about to strike him down with. Everything she had taught me was about to be thrown away in this rage filled passion and immediately I stopped myself. This isn’t what she wanted… I was about to become one of those rage filled monsters I long despised… No I won’t give in… I then lowered my blades and crossed them around his neck. I stated the ultimatum my master had said to numerous Sith. The Sith couldn’t help but laugh feverishly at my proposal and began to gloat about killing my master. He refused my offer so I ended him…

I would continue to do this even though I know that it may never happen but somehow I want to believe my master’s ideal would someday come to fruition. Oddly her ideal became mine but I would never openly admit it. I may be cynical about it but I long for that day I will redeem at least one. Hell I will even make the redeemed my apprentice. As for now I operate doing similar missions I use to do with my master except I do them alone. I rarely have any interactions with the others in my order other then the Jedi who give me my missions. The loneliness can be unbearable at times but I continue on hoping one day that I may be able to redeem one at least one. That would be enough for me…

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

Well one of my flaws is my deep disdain for the Sith as stated above. I fear that one day it will lead to my downfall and is a reason why I often meditate in my free time. Another thing that one could say is a flaw is my loose adherence to the Jedi code. It often gets me in trouble with my more rigid superiors but I still uphold the values my master instilled in me. I’m not the best with people as my interactions were mostly with my master and she didn’t do much to help my social skills. Hence why I appear to come off as distant and standoffish to most.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?




If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I mostly studied in Form II: Makashi as most action I tend to see is against force users but I am adequate in Shien to allow for blaster deflection. I feel I have mastered Makashi and continue to strive to master Shien.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches?

The things I excel with in regards’ to the force is stealth. I am able to mask my prescience from other force users and even able to vanish from sight. This makes skulking about enemy territory a lot simpler. The only other force ability not related to stealth that I excel in is defense against mental manipulation. It was taught to me very early on by my Master and I’ve honed it throughout the years. It is one reason why one of my favorite past times is meditating.

My other force abilities are adequate but nothing special.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere?

Honestly I was on a mission on my home world aiding the Balmoran resistance and Rebulic forces. This mostly involved acts of sabotage, information gathering and the occasional duel.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something.

Nothing I can think of as I divulged quite a bit to you… If you want to know more you’ll have to survive this mission.

Sheet is done and ready for the critiquing thunder dome;)

[PhoenixEye9]

Permission to be a clone Commando?

[Sep]

PhoenixEye9 said
Permission to be a clone Commando?

Wrong period of Star Wars. This is... well before the Clones.

[Lucius Cypher]

PhoenixEye9 said
Permission to be a clone Commando?

We're only accepting Sith or Jedi. You may get special permission if you ask the GM's, but don't hold your breath.

[Rtron]

Hello fresh meat new friends!

Sish would love to make your aquantinces...>)

[Sep]

Rtron said
Hello new friends! Sish would love to make your aquantinces...>)

As would Guide!

Also Rtron unless you want to add to the collab it is ready to post.

Echo loves what Guide is making her do :P

[Rtron]

Of course Echo loves what she's doing! It gives Moff an easy excuse to have her killed! >_>

I'll add Zanna's bit then post it.