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Persistent World: Star Wars

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Persistent World: Star Wars

Set 3647 years before Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

The galaxy lies in the midst of a cold war. Sith and Jedi are aplenty, numbering in the thousands each. The galaxy has been divided and controlled by the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire. The Jedi Temple on Coruscant is now rubble, the Order having relocated to their mysterious homeworld of Tython where a new Temple has been built. The Sith Empire continue to consolidate their new territories, while constantly building up their military forces and training new Sith warriors. In the now reduced Republic terrorities, the Galactic Republic recovers from their defeat, corruption is abound, refugees rampant all while the military is built back up in preparation for another imminent war with the Sith. The Hutt Cartel continue their usual business, continuing to make credits and employ rogues from every background. The proud Mandalorian clans dream of past days of greatness, split on which side to work with between the Empire and Republic. Everyone in between simply tries to live their lives and survive in the harsh, unpredictable galaxy.

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The Star Wars persistent world involves multiple parallel plot lines going at once, in the form of several different IC threads. Players are encouraged to push for their own unique character driven plots, interact with others, form friendships, make enemies and create their own stories in the universe. As the entangled plot pushes forward and develops the players will have to adapt. Another great war between the Sith and Republic/Jedi may be on the horizon, for example... Whatever occupation you choose in the PW is virtually unlimited. Players can be anything from a Jedi, Sith, soldier, mercenary, pirate, bounty hunter, senator, Hutt and beyond. Players may create their own GM approved factions. Of course there are limitations in the name of power, players are pushed to develop their characters, improve and gain power. Such limited roles include Sith Lords and Jedi Masters. For these you may not initially apply as one, you must grow into it. In depth knowledge of Star Wars is not required, multiple guides have been laid out to assist players, the GMs’ inboxes are always open for questions. Multiple character sheets have been created which are faction tailored. Practically any and every character type is allowed!

At this moment we are in particular looking for Jedi knights and Jedi masters

The game staff is as follows: @Ruby @Ellri @Heat @Sini @Ezekiel @Sundered Echo @Jackdaw @Almalthia @Fallenreaper @Bea

Useful links:
Link to the Discord channel
The PW forums (guides and CSes within)

[Korriban, 6 ATC 5] Trial by Sith

Collaboration Talik & Tishombra

Tishombra walked off from Mara and went exploring the structure. Moving into another room Tishombra took out her lightsaber to illuminate the room. “I thought maybe we could talk about pooling resources and coming out ahead in this game…” Moving into the room slowly Tishombra checked for inconsistencies and secrets.

Watching from her spot hidden away in the darker corners of the room, the twi’lek considered her options for a few moments. She could let this girl wander on by, and go about her previous plan. Although… hearing her out surely couldn’t hurt. After a few moments of contemplation, the girl hopped her way down and landed just behind Tishombra as she entered the room. ”I assume you weren’t talking to yourself there. So I can hear you out, what do you propose?” She asked, her own self confidence evident in her voice. 

Tishombra looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Hallucinogen. One dose for each. Won’t kill them but makes it even easier to Mind Trick them that things aren’t quite what they seem. Cause lets be honest they have advantages given to them by sponsors. Lets even the playing field for them. Put them all on even ground. Then it’s more fair. More like our trials.”

Tishombra turned gracefully toward the twi’lek. The crimson glow illuminating and throwing shadows so that half her face was in shadow and the other half lit by the glow. Her gold eyes were eerie in the crimson glow as they shined from the smallest amount of light. Her smile was just as disturbing. “Well?”

The twi’lek watched quietly as Tishombra explained her little plan. Crossing her arms, Talik did not give away even a hint of what she was thinking for a long few moments before letting out a soft sigh. ”I’ve not mastered the mind trick skill. Perhaps we give them an enemy, myself, to fight? Those two outside who seemed to be sticking close, could serve to break them apart.” She said, hoping this other girl caught onto her plan. ”Betrayal by a friend… emotions running from that serve a new sith being born.” She said softly before allowing a small grind to grow on her lips. ”If any of these runts are capable of even making it to be one.”

Tishombra smirked and looked in the direction of a noise. She turned off the saber and fell back to one of the statues to wait.

[Jedi] Tython

Advancement

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Jaslyn Dayne applying to Advance Empathy, Telepathy & Trial of Courage

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Empathy & Telepathy examples are the following posts:

• Example 1
• Example 2
• Example 3
• Example 4 (Last paragraph)

Trial of Courage example:

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  San Anin could not help but feel herself grow angered by the sight of Selene, she could feel the darkness within her and it only served to warp the padawan’s conflicted mind to an increasing anger. The same two scenes of dying Jedi looped in her mind, over and over, faster than her mind could process them and understand that she needed to let go. Her hand pulled away from her master and instantly the green blade of her saber ignited as her mind acted on instinct alone. The instinct drove her to leap at Selene, her feet kicking up sand as she lowered her lightsaber to attempt to stab at the dark sided and exact vengeance for her fallen companions.
  
  Jaslyn had followed Selene blinking into the sunlight. Keeping pace with Selene she drew up beside her. She raised an eyebrow at Selene’s easy surrender. But within seconds she could feel the volatile hatred coming off someone and she didn’t hesitate to draw only one of her own sabers flicking it on. Recognizing San she voided her countenance of all emotion and blocked the younger Padawans thrust. Nothing offensive. Just purely defensive. She signed with her free hand and concentrated to project the thought outwards to the others in the area. Stand down San Anin. She has surrendered. Jaslyn was calm, her motions fluid and her eyes on San Anin. Calm mostly due to the fact that she was holding the saber. Internally she pushed down the hurt that drawing on a fellow Padawan caused.
  
  Now was the time to use the skills that Master Merrian was always pushing her towards. Cool heads win battles. Negotiate from a point of strength. Well she could try and see where that got her.
  
  Jaslyn braced to block San again if needed. Hopefully Battlemaster Kyla was able to reel back in control and mitigate the situation before it got worse.
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  Jaslyn blinked and turned off her saber and straightened up. Master Kyla she has no weapons. Jaslyn put up her saber. Jaslyn looked up at Master Kyla everything falling into place. Master Kyla included her in the statement. Jaslyn’s eyes widened as she looked at Selene then at Master Kyla. Shaking her head more at the situation than anything else and just how right Selene turned out to be.
  
  Slowly she took off her belt that housed her sabers, canteen and communicator along with other odds and ends. Jaslyn laid them down gently between herself and Master Kyla. She trusted that Selene would more than keep her word. She stood up and put her hands behind her head.

@Ellri & @Fallenreaper

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Ethan

Location: Starboard Pub

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Interaction: Victoria @PrinceAlexus & Ryan @Infinite Cosmos

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Mentions:

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Ethan waited and listened to Victoria make no sense at all. She’d obviously never read The Three Musketeers or any of the novels after it. “Imagine that I take it your fingers were broken till today and texting the father of the child you carry was far too much work. So yes it takes two Victoria.”

Ethan looked at Ryan then. “It’s rather sad and pathetic this ‘white knight’ act. Do you have so few options and you’re so desperate for a hint of pussy that you’re willing to cuckold yourself? She is leading you on a merry dance. She put out the first night for me. Your options must be limited indeed because there is nothing heroic about taking the father role of another man’s child. It reeks of desperation. Fact is she kept me in the dark. She knew I wanted a relationship that was lasting. She has yet to provide me with the opportunity to do the things she is accusing me of. So what exactly are you getting out of this? Sex? What do you know about her besides the fact that she’s easy? Because that is certainly true.”

Ethan reached over and collected the ring before either the gold digger or her snack could greedily pick it up. He folded his arms across his chest, wondering when Victoria would realize she pretty well called herself a whore. She even admitted that Ryan couldn't get her more pregnant than she was already. The woman was tasteless.

The Lost Jedi [6 ATC Month 4]

The Lost Jedi

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Collaboration between @Almalthia & @Zarkun

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Cora & Zhâlu

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Cora looked out the window that was open to the seas on Manaan. The facility she ran on one of the numerous islands on the planet. It had been carefully selected on a neutral world that while surrounded by Republic space was not somewhere that people were generally turned away. Credits were far too important here as well as within the Republic, Empire and Hutt Space. Cora had been cultivating this facility for nearly ten years now. Kylhn Institute was just starting to really flourish.

Cora’s mouth quirked into a smirk as she thought of the trials and tribulations that had brought all of them, her staff, to her. Athaka Quorr Head of Security the Kel Dor took her job as seriously as anyone that Cora knew. Lavidean Farlander is a brilliant Nautolan surgeon that Cora recently made Head of Surgery. Obri Drii a blessing of a Chadra Fan that is brilliant at organization and computers. Cora knew that he made her job as Administrator that much easier. He prefered not to have a title. Just having those three all together for the last nine years was more than Cora could have hoped for.

Obri had finally after eight years given her a better lead on the whereabouts of Bryn Dok. Or the young man that fits his description. Cora was prepared to finally collect him and bring him back into the fold of The Order.

Cora hoped that Zhâlu was ready to hear what her plan was. He was going to be surprised that was for sure. Her hair moved in the sea breeze brushing her cheek and fluttering her white dress tugging the loose three quarter sleeves. She had called Zhâlu to her office from his rounds of checking on the staff.

They, the staff, had questioned her at first but she didn’t need the prejudice that came with outward appearances and she squashed it quickly. Zhâlu had the courage to come over to the Jedi and she would not have him backsliding due to petty intolerant people. He had proved himself and she believed he truly wanted to be a Jedi fully.

She leaned looking out the window toward the hangar that held the Corvette that they would be leaving in very soon. Again she hoped that Zhâlu was ready for this. It would require him to be fully aware as to what was going on and what might happen. This mission would test his resolve. Not to mention that he wouldn’t like where they were going.

Finishing up with the last of the inspection rounds, Zhâlu stretched and suppressed the yawn that threatened to go with it. His master, Cora, had asked that he forgo any lightsaber training for a couple of days and take the time to instead meditate and focus on finding other ways to relieve the stress and frustration that would build on him.  Mediation was still fairly new to the Sith Pureblood, even after all these years, but he still tried.

As he walked to her office where she’d summoned him to, he went over the last year in his head. Cora Alcyon had approached him shortly after his failed second attempt at the trials with the offer to take up his training. The Council did not argue and he saw no alternative to it, so he had, of course, accepted. When he learned that she was also a skilled Jedi Healer, well, that had only upped his interest in being her Padawan and so here he was. Admittedly, he had started to think that part of why the Council hadn’t argued with his becoming Cora’s padawan was because it put him  well away from them and Tython and on Manaan helping around her medical facility most of the time.

Still, as he looked out a window that gave a view of the sea, he didn’t mind. The sounds of the ocean crashing against the rocks had helped him become better at meditation, the sound of the crashing waves helping to ease his mind when he was most troubled. And his master was perhaps one of the most patient beings he had ever met, working with him the few times his temper had flared up in the last year to find a way to redirect that energy and calm himself. Often, before she suggested he take a break from it, Zhâlu would spend time working on his forms, practicing his Jar’kai blade work in an effort to improve it, but each day coming to the conclusion that he would need to contact either a Jedi more focused on combat or a Battlemaster to truly find a way to get more skilled.

As the door to her office came into view, the Pureblood paused outside it to draw a deep breath to center himself before knocking three times. “You asked for me, master?”

Cora turned toward Zhâlu’s voice and looked up. She was used to having to look up at people. Her petite stature was second nature to her and she didn’t think she could really remember a time that it phased her that she was the smallest in the room, like now. “Yes. Please come in, Zhâlu.”

She moved to the large plush chair that was across from it’s twin and when she saw that he had opened the she indicated the opposite chair. She curled up getting comfortable in the plush chair. Her feet as normal were bare. She tucked them under her and arranged her dress to accommodate the new position. She wore dresses that were snug around the torso but flowed when they came to her hips. The shortest she ever wore them was ankle length and that was rare. Most of the others, like this one, were floor length. She thought flashing leg was worse than flashing cleavage. Likely because she had a nice set of legs.

Following his master’s indication, Zhâlu took the seat opposite of her, settling in as comfortably as he could. While Cora always preferred a more welcoming demeanor and attire, he wore his armored robes most of the time, his combat boots indicating that he was coming ahead of his arrival if one listened closely enough. It was a stark contrast between master and padawan, but one that didn’t bother him and he hoped didn’t bother her. ”Everything is as it should be master, no disturbances or missing staff that didn’t call ahead to inform us. Though I doubt you called me here for a report.”

Of course, this could be a discussion to see how his mediation went, it could also be to discuss the potential for a trip somewhere new to train or even go on a submersible exploration, though he wasn’t keen on the idea of dying deep underwater. Truthfully though, he had no idea, but he enjoyed the speculation.

Cora smiled at Zhâlu she could feel the curiosity pouring off him. “Excellent. As satisfaction to your curiosity, I have called you here to inform you of a mission that we will be going on. I will expand on that in a moment. First I must ask, do you feel like you’ve been progressing in centering yourself? Have you had difficulties? Is there something that helps more?”

Cora released the constraint that she normally had on her Empathy. She had to know that Zhâlu was ready for this. Truly he was the perfect decoy for the trip if he could play his part right if they got caught. She trusted him to be able to pull this off, but she knew that she could trust him to be able to do it. That didn’t matter. He had to trust himself. This would be a test. A trial. Possibly two or more if things went really badly.

The Sith Pureblood had to force the small frown trying to form on his lips down, keeping it from showing so as to not disappoint Cora. ”The sounds of the waves help the most, I often sit along the shore while meditating. But...staying centered, especially here, where it’s so peaceful, is hard sometimes. Even after I first joined the Jedi, the Council wanted me to stay busy and so I was often moving from battlefield to battlefield before the Sacking and then training to training on both Tython and Dantooine after the signing.”

He sighs and leans back further. ”But I feel like I’m making more progress now than I did then. What,” Zhâlu pauses as he considers the best phrasing and most efficient way to redirect the conversation, ”what exactly does this have to do with the mission?”

Cora shifted a bit. She inhaled and started to speak. "I was asked some time ago to find someone. I've finally had word back that is a better confirmation of their presence than I previously had. We shall be going and retrieving said person. This will take us into places that don't appreciate Jedi but are less inclined to turn away… others. I need you to be able to play a role that you might not be comfortable with and I will need you to keep your wits about you as you do it. So in response to your query, I need you in control of your temper. Your passion might actually help in this instance but your temper could get us in a lot of trouble where we're going."

Cora waited for Zhâlu's answer. She believed he could do it because she knew he could. Again that was not the point. He had to know he could do it or they could both end up dead. Cora was a patient person so she could wait till he responded. 

Zhâlu was quiet for a long time, much longer than even he had anticipated, as he mulled over his master’s request. Places that he would be uncomfortable with varied greatly. He wasn’t a fan of Hutt Space because the place smelled of drugs, sex, and levels of dishonesty and crime he had a hard time believing existed. But he still would go there when needed, especially since some of their medical supplies were easier to obtain in Hutt Space, though it was never used without thorough investigation and testing. Then there were. ”You mean to say we’re going to the edges of Republic Space, along the neutral zone and most likely into Imperial Space.”

Admittedly, he had to take a moment to breath and center himself, not due to his temper, but due to the panic that began to well up inside of him. ”Master, you do realize if ANYONE recognizes me, we’re dead? My old Sith Master put out a Death Mark in Imperial space on me.”

Cora noted the panic in her Padawan's voice and flowing through the bond. She looked at Zhâlu. "Breathe. The chance of that happening is minimal. Besides that why would they risk the truce? Zhâlu we will more than likely be in Hutt Space. I have intel that we will find him there." Speaking slowly she sent calming  emotions across the Bond. "Doubt will cloud the mind. Fear will drag you back to the Darkside, Padawan. I will never let that happen."

Cora cleared her throat and proceeded. "I can do this alone if need be. But I believe that this is a tipping point for you. Are you ready?"

At the mention of Hutt space, his sense of panic reduced some, though the Pureblood wasn’t entirely calmed by the thought. The Truce was stretched to its limits in Hutt Space, and he had heard rumors of the Empire working behind the scenes to get unaffiliated bounty hunters to remove some of the more problematic officials from the Republic from places like Nar Shaddaa. After another deep breath, he spoke again. ”I...I can work with Hutt Space, and I imagine I can still pretend to be who you’re likely to ask me to be. But if they ask me to activate my saber, we’ll be in a rough spot. I won’t let you down, Master, I promise.”

Zhâlu also had to agree with Cora about this mission being  a turning point however. He hadn’t been as easily frustrated in the last three or so months that he had been for the entirety of his time with the Jedi and he’d even gotten better at tuning out the people who didn’t bother to speak about who and what he was quietly anymore. Their perception isn’t what matters, it’s mine.

Cora smiled. “I have no doubt that you won’t let me down Zhâlu. That was never a concern. We have a heading of Nar Shaddaa to rescue a Jedi from a Hutt.” She rose and made her way to the door. She turned back to Zhâlu. “How long will it take you to get ready Zhâlu?”

Cora was curious as to how this would pan out. Wishing she had Force Visions would be a waste but the thought flashed across her mind. Calling to mind the friend that she lost. I’m close, Gaul. So close.

Standing as well, Zhâlu made a pat down of himself before nodding, his last pat landing gently on his lightsaber hilt. ”Aside from a spare pair of robes and perhaps some less conspicuous attire, I’m ready now. Where should I meet you?” Nar Shaddaa still presented an opportunity for an unfortunate encounter, but on the Smuggler’s moon, bounty hunters died all the time, as did, unfortunately, Imperial and Republic personnel. He only hoped he could keep his master out of trouble.

Cora nodded. “At the Corvette. Gather what you think you might need and meet me there.”

Zhâlu bows and follows his Master out. ”I will meet you there within the hour.” And with that, he split from her at the first intersection, heading for his quarters to retrieve the other things he’d need.

The Lost Jedi [6 ATC Month 4]

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Ethan

Location: Starboard Pub

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Interaction: Victoria @PrinceAlexus & Ryan @Infinite Cosmos

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Mentions: Marlin

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Ethan sat there and listened to Victoria and her sister talk about the fact that Victoria had commitment issues. He pocketed the small velvet box that he’d gotten while he’d been away in France. It was an engagement ring french-set halo diamond band engagement ring. Apparently he hadn’t needed to spend a cool sixteen thousand dollars on Victoria to apologize for being away for so long and possibly solidify a relationship. He watched Marlin run out like a bat out of hell and raised his eyebrows. Well what in the world was that about.

He soon found out why he hadn’t needed to bother with spending anything on Victoria other than the cost of a lawyer to get his kid from her. Something was going on with this Ryan person. Something that Victoria was being a trifling little gold digger over. Maybe I’m overreacting, or maybe not. He thought as he listened to Ryan ask Victoria point blank if she was in or out.

His opinion of the little tramp was confirmed as she kissed Ryan in answer to the question as to whether or not she wanted Ryan. Apparently the little whore was stringing him along for what… maybe three days? She spread her legs for me within the first few hours.

Ethan finally stood and flipped back the hood of the hoodie that he had on and took off the sunglasses that hid his piercing blue eyes. “Isn’t it nice that she picked someone that the baby might just look like. Or resemble so that she could claim that you were the father.” Ethan looked Ryan in the eye then moved down to Victoria who was in Ryan’s arms. “So nice to finally see your true colors Victoria. I guess you can start calling me Athos Lady De Winter.”

Ethan tossed the velvet box on the table and it slid a little ways. “I guess you got what you wanted out of me and moved on. Sit let’s talk? No? Oh yeah that’s right you’re on your way out. Well Ryan she’s already pregnant so you can’t get her more pregnant. So I assume that you don’t need that custom sixteen thousand dollar engagement ring straight from France since it’s likely I dodged a bullet.”

Ethan looked back over at Ryan. “Nice to meet you Ryan. I’m Ethan Aster. Victoria is pregnant with my child. Don’t worry I’ll let you take her off my hands and no need to worry about the baby getting in the way. Her corrupting influence won’t be anywhere near my child. Consider yourself a surrogate Victoria. Unless you want to actually make the choice between the two of us? By the way if you chose him you lose my child after they’re born.”

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