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I'll stake my interest. I'm considering a force wielder but am hesitant to call them a Grey Jedi. They would definitely fall into that broader category, using both light side and dark side force powers and philosophies. I'll just start work on it. I read that the Jedi Order splintered, so I was hoping I could create my own sort of force tradition. Built on the remnants of the old ones.
If you're looking for force orders to work with, there's a few already there in the setting as is. The Jedi Enclaves for one being the largest since they are affiliated with the Mandalorian Republic. The Green Jedi are less gray, more light, but that can be argued pretty heavily against by pretty much every other force order. Then there's the Shadow Council, who are just Dark Jedi but don't call them that. Bendu Monks are actually around too, keeping mostly to themselves, but it's an option. So yeah, a good few options, but if you're bent on establishing another splinter order, just understand that I'll be looking it over with a fair bit more discretion than normal. That applies to anyone looking to pitch their own ideas for organizations within the setting, as I want to be sure that they mesh well with what is established.
@role model By all means, ask what you need and I'll see about clearing up anything I can.
@Foundry What kind of character were you thinking of?
It is a galaxy teetering on the brink of civil war, twenty years after the violent close of the last. The Clone Wars, as the series of conflicts were called, was supposed to have only lasted a couple years, planned out in detail by the Dark Lord of the Sith. Yet the most minute of changes, deviations or miscalculations slowly resulted in an event that was beyond even the man who was purported to have been the most powerful of his kind in millennia. A man who lived when he was supposed to have died, an apprentice with doubts that led him to question his own motives, another who would not be swayed and instead stay true to the order that raised him. One after another these small changes that would have otherwise just be footnotes in history would drastically change the outcome of a war that was supposed to have been decided.
Where it truly came undone was with the First Battle of Geonosis. Hundreds of Jedi and entire battalions of clone troopers descended upon the planet to liberate not three hostages set to die at the hands of the Trade Federation, but to rendezvous with Obi-Wan Kenobi and the recently turned Count Dooku. It set the stage of the entire war, as without a clear leader another took control of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. One who did not have the same ideals as its founder, or the desire for true reform in the galaxy. The one who inherited the revolution was one who despised the Republic for everything it stood for. One who had lost everything in a war that, without knowing the truth of the conflict, the Republic interfered with and punished his people dearly. General Grievous, more machine than Kaleesh at this point for the wounds he suffered during the Kalee-Huk war. With his leadership the conflict became far more than what his 'master' intended.
He played his part though, at least initially. Battles were fought in those beginning stages where Sidious planned them, including the First Battle of Coruscant. There Grievous began to understand the Sith lord's intentions and made his own plan. It was one that as the months turned to years, made Palpatine realize that he could no longer crush the 'rebellion' and simply seize control over the Republic to create his empire. More than that, Dooku had turned back to the Jedi and more suspicion than ever was upon him. He had been backed into a corner, a wolf no longer among sheep, but among the hunters. The Republic and CIS bled each other for every system, the Clone Wars ramping up with every passing year and invalidating his plan with each battle. Palpatine had shifted from planning to destroy the Jedi in one fell swoop, to being forced to rely on them until the very end.
Five years into the Clone Wars the plan Grievous had set into motion was finally coming into play. Since realizing Sidious' plan, his true identity and what that meant for the CIS, he had steadily ensured that certain assets remained out of reach from both the Republic and even his own allies. More and more the CIS drew upon the finances of the Banking Clan, the resources of the Trade Federation and Bactoid, as well as every planet under their sway. As the Separatist leaders bickered among themselves as to who was stealing what, Grievous assembled a fleet that would be unrivaled. Thousands of warships sequestered away in old Sith Space and preparing for one final assault. When it finally came, he hit the Republic without mercy. Kuat, Kamino, Balmorra, Ord Mantell and even Corellia came under siege from what they believed to be the entirety of the CIS fleet. Without question the Open Circle Fleet rallied to defend these key worlds, pulling assets away from the defenses of others. And that was when Grievous struck the true blow. In a single night the CIS shattered the defensive fleet of Coruscant, the planetary shield that protected it, and tore the heart of the Republic from its chest.
It became known as "Knightfall" to those who survived, partially for the last stand of the Jedi Knights who held the line against overwhelming odds, only to fail. Under the rain of turbolaser fire from orbit, Cortosis Battle Droids ransacked the capital, relentlessly hunting any who did not perish with the bombings of the Jedi Temple and the Senate Building. It was there that Palpatine himself met his end, an irony of sorts for the Sith Lord who planned out the Clone Wars so carefully, only to fall victim to another's and be buried beneath the glassed ruins of the Republic he tried to control. If things had gone another way, it would have been there that the Republic died to thunderous applause, instead it shattered into a dozen regional governments without the jewel of Coruscant to hold them. Without the clone armies to defend them though, many would fall to Grievous and his new Confederacy. Some would question where the Jedi and their army went, only ever hearing the desperate calls for retreat.
In the aftermath of such a traumatic event though, others did stand tall among the wreckage. After a valiant stand against the odds, those remnants who were unable to rejoin the main fleets settled where they had fought so hard to keep free. Corellia became a new beacon of hope in the galaxy, declaring itself the true inheritor of the Republic and standing firm against the Confederacy. With the Green Jedi lords to govern them, they would secure much of the galaxy south of the core, claiming the ruins of Kuat and working to rebuild the rings after the traitorous attack that destroyed them. Yet many hold doubts towards the Corellians, noting how they denied the Republic in Exile when they were still on the run from the Confederacy, and worse yet how many of the worlds that have joined with them, did so without a choice. Regardless of how noble their intentions, the severity of their crimes or the accusations against them though, much of the southern galaxy flourishes under their control.
To the north others contest the Corellians, foremost among them the nascent Galactic Empire. Much like their rivals, they too arose from the remnants of defenders who had nowhere else to go. With the CIS swallowing up former Republic territory across the entire Outer Rim, the Eighth Fleet under the authority of admiral Jira Renkar quickly moved to secure as much space as they could around Ord Mantell. Unlike the other successor states though, they did not have the luxury of a strong industrial base, a dedicated people, or even a cause they could believe in. For the remaining military of the Republic in that sector, cut off from any hope of reinforcements and with the CIS surrounding and assaulting them at every opportunity, their only choice was to abandon their ideals. An empire was founded in the smoldering embers of the Clone Wars, admiral turned Emperor clenching a fist of iron around those few systems he could keep from the separatists. Violence and tyranny is their language, for while all others have come to accept the new status of the galaxy in their own way… For the Empire the Clone Wars never ended.
And then there is Mandalore. It was there that the Republic in Exile found themselves unlikely allies in the form of Duchess Satine and the new Mand'alor. Already the two had been working on securing the future of their people, of both the more pacifist Mandalorians and those who wished to carry on their warrior culture, and so when the Jedi and the Republic came seeking their aid, they gave it freely. That moment joined ancient enemies together, two sides who had fought each other almost since the founding of the Republic, having nearly ruined the other many times over the millennia. Jedi and Mandalorians united, all past grievances set aside in order to secure the future of both of their peoples. It was on that foundation that the legitimate Republic government "officially" relocated to Keldabe City, "elected" Satine as chancellor and ceded military powers to the Mand'alor. Since that moment their standing in the galaxy depends greatly upon from whose lips it is said, with the Corellians decrying them as little more than a band of looters and mercenaries with stolen Republic hardware. Certainly their assault on Kuat that left it little more than ruins lends credence to such, and with the Jedi assisting freely through the new Jedi Enclaves, it's harder than ever for the GRM to play public relations.
Yet, while the Corellians sabotage their image at every turn, historians call their rise the "Third Great Crusade" and warn of the impending invasion… Many look to them as the true inheritors of the Republic. Under the mythosaur skull banner, all are equal and all have the same chance to earn their place. To be Mandalorian is a choice, one that every world in their republic has made, and all have so far benefitted from their protection and lended their arms towards securing their space. No matter whether they be Miraluka, Twi'lek, Kaminoan, Devaronian or just a regular human, all are considered to be Mandalorian under their Mand'alor and afforded the same rights whether they fight for their republic or work for it.
But while the Republics fight and vie for supremacy against each other, they ignore the threat surrounding them. The Confederacy still lives, though it is has bled key worlds and founders over the last twenty years. Muunilist broke free in order to join into the Corporate Sector Authority. Dozens of sectors have been lost to the steady advance of the Empire. Most of their core world sectors were found to be too rebellious to keep direct control, instead handed over to the puppet-Republic under Alsakan. More and more the Confederacy burns under the rule of Grievous, who still sees it as his duty to dismantle the Republic completely, but struggles to maintain control over his own systems, much less those under occupation. Even Kalee is no longer his to command, as the Empire seized it years ago. It is a rebellion that has stagnated long past achieving their goal, without the sense to lay down their arms. More than that though, with the general meeting any resistance with force, crushing any who dare to rise up against him, it is inspiring more and more to treat with their republic kin. And they can taste the blood in the water.
So it is that after twenty years, though the galaxy has changed much since the close of the Clone Wars, it is once again teetering on the brink of civil war...
tl;dr - The CIS won the Clone Wars, everything's a bit fucked.
So, if you haven't read the block of text above and are wondering just what this is, or if you did and would prefer a more succint description of the RP, here it is. "After Knightfall" is a Star Wars RP, but not like most others for the key principle of the setting. While most RPs that take place in a fandom setting like SW are quite open about the canonicity of the RP itself, and how once the RP begins it is effectively in an alternate universe, this RP starts out as such before characters are even created. It began initially as just a joke of a question a while back, a "what if" of sorts, and over the years the RP setting grew into more than just a concept and into a story of its own waiting to be told. What if the CIS won the Clone Wars?
With the baseline of what sets up the RP established, I'll try to pre-emptively answer as many setting questions as possible, though understand that with a setting as broad as SW there will be so many more. First things first, the Republic as it was is gone. The Galactic Empire that arose after the fall carries many of the traits of the one we know, but is quite different, and controls far from the entire galaxy. In fact, after the dissolution of the Republic the galaxy is completely void of any kind of central government, only agreeing to the use of the "galactic credit" for the sake of a universal standard and to satisfy the IGBC. The Jedi Order has similarly fragmented into a dozen splinter orders, all with their own idea of what it is to be "Jedi" in this new era, and few of them getting along with each other. Most remain with those who were active with the Open Circle Fleet, reforming into The Jedi Enclaves and allying with the most unlikely of powers, the rising Grand Republic of Mandalore. Of course the "winners" of the Clone Wars still linger on, though with no unifying force beyond the iron grip of Grievous, a severe lack of allies in a galaxy full of enemies, and more and more systems ironically agitating for seccession from the CIS, their days are thought to be numbered.
Essentially, the galaxy is as fragmented as the days of the Republic's founding, multiple powers agitate against each other in a cold war that is every day threatening to go hot at a moment's notice. It has been twenty years since Knightfall, and a new generation has risen to decide the galaxy's fate. But that is just the first chapter of a story I'm looking to guide my players through, one that will see both old threats and new rise to challenge what remains.
All the story aside, my rules are fair and simple, the same that can be expected from any other GM on the forum, and I do my best to work with everyone to ensure that the story they want to tell of their own character, is given the same chance as everyone else. To that end, I will be giving everyone with a serious interest until December 2nd to ask their questions of which I expect to be many, to make their character and prepare.
Oh yeah, these two @Jasonhero@Apollosarcher are Co-GMs, so they've also got answers for the most part regarding the setting.
As the dockworkers invigorated themselves to getting the job done and making as much use of their newfound help as possible, Isabella resolved herself to ensuring that even if not exactly her first choice, she would not slack either. Both hands caught hold of the boat as it came in, assisting in guiding it to rest at the pier and looking over the catch. She recognized the fish well enough, a staple food of the region and migrating in with the change in seasons. It had been a decent bit since she had done any ocean fishing, but the Indigo Herring was familiar with her and so she knew how to handle the writhing net a little better.
Putting both hands into the net, she grabbed hold of the thicker strands and motioned for X'gihl to take up the other side. "One quick, but strong motion. Otherwise with all of them flopping about in the net, they'll take us in one way or the other. I'm sure you don't want to go for a swim about as much as I would, and we shouldn't spill the catch they worked hard on." Waiting on him to signal his readiness, she would brace herself carefully, and do a three count before hefting the entire net with him over into the cart with a dull thud of fish meeting wood.
"Wasn't too bad, a pretty good haul too." Isabella commented, standing upright and brushing her hands off against the leather underlayer of her armor exposed along the sides of her legs. Fishing in bulk and with a net didn't nearly have as much of the sport to it that she liked personally, but these people had to eat and this was how many of the coastal towns made a living. "Anyways, though Galfridus was who we were looking to talk to for Lyveva, you seem to know quite a bit about the goings on and are right here, so I don't suppose we could trouble you for some assistance in that matter?"
"Right now all we really have to go on is that another Highlander was responsible, or believed to be responsible for seizing the title to their company house, and that he was preparing to put it and everything inside on auction fairly soon. From the looks of things up at the square, it feels like he intends to do so by end of day." Pausing for just a moment, her expression went pensive as she thought back to Lyveva's description of the man in particular in order to be sure she had the details correct. "Otkar was his name, had two scars on his face and fairly recognizable I would say by the description we were given. And if thieving someone's home out from under them wasn't bad enough, we were also told he's a habit of parading about as a flame sergeant in order to seem more legitimate."
Of course things would become complicated, and if it hadn't been through the miqo'te before her offering assistance without strings, there likely would have been some other minor issue that would have cropped up. At the very least they were a friendly bunch, made all the more so from that offer and despite that she wasn't necessarily included in it, she would shrug and come alongside him anyways. He did actually have the right idea of things, in that normally people were a little more conducive to helping you out if you did something for them first, so she couldn't hold it against him and offered a slight weary smile.
"I'm not exactly a stranger to hard work, so that won't be an issue with me." She said, both to X'gihl and her fellow Hyur. "Not that I've done much dock work, so you'll have to forgive a lay hand." And with that she was off down the dock as well, giving a light stretch that made a little jingling sound of metal against metal, the plate armor rubbing against itself as she did so. Once at the boat she left her gear at the side, knowing that it would really only get in the way of things, and stopped only to dab at her face with a little bit of that ointment to relieve the burning of her sunburn once more. "Should note, that despite the enthusiasm of my fellow here, we've really got to be back to helping our comrade up at the bazaar."
Hard-working folk like them would surely understand the bonds of camaraderie, and more so the need to keep them intact and help their own. Isabella came up to take off her gauntlets, revealing the worn and calloused palms that had been seen years of spear-work to hone her skill, and nodded over to the man who seemed to be in charge of things, or at least who they volunteered to assist. "Might have heard something about it actually, Lyveva of that group the Blessed Twelve? They've had a spot of bad luck lately and so we've agreed to lend them a helping hand in maybe turning that around. Not for the gil mind you, and not just because they don't have much of it to spare nowadays. She just seems like the kind of person to have invested her heart and soul into her company, and there's a shortage of those kinds of people in the world."
It certainly had been quite the interesting ride, though more so for those awake at least. After departing the Quicksand most settled down into the carriage and seemed to be keen enough to get to know each other. The two seekers, or were they moon cats… Isabella wasn't sure on the differences between miqo'te to comment, only glancing at them from aside as she sat down next to one particularly eager and busy fiddling with some coins. She didn't comment on the oddity of tying coins around tails, seeing as how she didn't have one herself it didn't seem her place to contemplate the etiquette regarding such things. Instead she simply leaned back, adjusted her sunglasses and waited for the subtle rock of the carriage…
A nudge at her shoulder awoke her, the woman having been sleeping upright as the cats carried on with song in the enclosed space, and only with that motion was she disturbed. She didn't give a comment on it, only shrugging at him as the best response she could give considering she hadn't been listening enough to know if he had asked her something, or someone else had. One of the benefits of wearing sunglasses, people didn't tend to notice if she thought to catch up on some rest, most assuming she was quite awake. A moment passed and the one… Tora she believed, made a gesture towards the other women and she assumed it was just him being friendly. Proper introductions would have to be done later she figured, seeing as how she missed on any given within the carriage, but that too seemed to be coming to a close as they reached their destination.
Right behind the privateer she joined the others gathered outside the carriage, listening a little longer than he on the situation at hand. So there were a few around the settlement that could be questioned regarding the home and the title. Getting into a conflict first thing out of the gate wasn't exactly in her interests at the moment, regardless of whether it was physical or not. She would leave the Roe to the others on that respect, feeling it better to leave him to someone more… Diplomatic. Same with the lalafell if she was being honest, as her last experience with one back in the city left her even less eager to try bartering with one. That meant that Galfridus would be the best choice for her to speak to, and she was just about to say as much when that same cat bounded off for the pier.
"H-hey… Wait up!"
And off she was, right behind X'gihl for the fisherman. Behind her Lyveva had her own issues and while she felt for her fellow Hyur having to haggle for her own belongings, it seemed prudent to try and assist where her skills might actually pay off. Lance and rod clanked against each other on her back with her pack as she made an effort to catch up to their rogue rogue, finally stopping behind him as he called out to the laborers on the docks.
"Shouldn't we try to find Galfridus and get back to Lyveva instead of doing odd jobs?" Wiping her face and readjusting bandana and sunglasses both, she dabbed a little bit of sunscreen on her cheeks as she stood up more fully, armor creaking as she fixed X'gihl with a look. "Or at least make sure it's him first before offering hands to everyone at the Silver Bazaar."
With the imminent threat of potentially eating a dog dealt with, as well as the rogue elements that came along with it, Anchorage had little hold over the Noreaster or her crew. The engines idled as they cooked the bounty-hunters who seemed to think attacking a CR-90 was a good idea, and everyone was settling back down after a little too much excitement on shore leave. Not the kind she usually preferred either, if Solace was being honest with herself, watching everyone set to their tasks with varying degrees of diligence. The blue one they picked up was off like a bolt as soon as she gained consciousness, which she really couldn't fault her for if she was being honest. It had been a good few years since she took a tumble into a cargo bay like that herself. Then there was Natasha going about her own order, to which she stopped her before she left, fixing her with a dangerous glare.
"Touch anything in engineering, and I'll cut off your hands. We're still fixing shit after your last improvement."
The Noreaster was an old girl, and though she may not run as clean as an Imp-90, she was reliable if given the right kind of care. When it came to their Zeltron assassin, she would much rather take her chances with whatever dock-trash she dragged onto the ship. Speaking of… There was something odd about that girl Skylar, and she didn't quite have the skillset to determine what. That was something for either her sister or Airus, but first she needed to settle things, make sure everyone was accounted for and redistribute if she had to. Soft steps took her from the cargo bay, into the main hallway of that deck, and passed the conference room where she took just a peek in to see that everyone was getting to work. Sable was doing what a fully-unrestricted assassin droid trapped in the shell of a battle droid does best. For what it was worth though, the Lethan girl was giving it back to him double, and she kind of liked that sass to go with the- A presence down the hall alerted her to Five-Toes trundling towards the galley, looking every bit like he just lost an argument with Natasha over the dog. She would have to deal with that later, for now she watched those in the conference room for a moment longer before poking her head in.
"Hey, knock it off cunts. While I don't normally care if crew wants to beat the shit out of each other over something stupid… Brin, you won't win that fight. Firstly, he has a bomb in his chassis that ensures mutual destruction, so even if you win you lose. Secondly Sable… Well, you know what I'm going to say about that. Either way, cool it and get to know each other without beating each other senseless. I'm heading to the helm to get us into orbit and to the next stop."
Without even waiting for what would surely be a witty comeback or remark on her tastes, she gave a little wave through the closing door and was on her way. It was days like this that made her hate docking at Anchorage. Always had to be trouble of some kind, and it never helped that almost the entire crew had a bounty of considerable size with the Empire. A few moments of uninterrupted thought led her to the bridge of the ship, where her sister was already waiting, seeming to have expected her there. The strange bear-thing that she had collected from the cargo bay had been dropped off on her way, now left to its own devices which she was sure would be nothing good, but would have to be sorted later.
"Yeah, yeah. I know what you're going to say, and as long as no one is missing him he can stay. Just try not to let him run loose in place he shouldn't be. Oh, you want to do the announcement?"
She knew what the answer would be as soon as she asked, a light smirk playing across her lips as she slowly pushed the throttle up and watched as the shields over the hangar released to allow their exit. An end to a dramatic evening for sure, but now they were off into the stars and towards their next job.
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"Attention passengers~" The rather cheery voice came over the intercom as the ship rumbled into full motion, always the transition from stationary to full speed leaving some concerned over the structural integrity of the vessel. "We are now departing Anchorage~ Please ensure that all st-sto-" A pause as just to the side there was a whispered question asking what a word was, and the reply came right before Sena continued. "-stowage is safely secured, and to remain in your quarters until we have a-a-achee-" Another pause, this time briefer. "Achieved(!) orbit. Dinner will be in two hours, courtesy of Mr Grell as always, and sis has also asked that all crew be present in the c-c-co-con-conference room an hour afterwards to discuss business~"
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