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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Richard had been on standby for a couple hours now, just outside an aged apartment block, inside his command carrier. The plan was for a SWAT team to flush out some metahuman drug den for officers outside to arrest. After doing his own detective work, he found out that they were chasing a small group of buyers, but that didn’t mean they could be ignored. Some of the kids, straight out of high school, had some low-level strength enhancements, the level that could easily break walls and dent cars; and that was exactly what they did, along side ripping ATMs right out of the wall.

The monitors inside the back trailer connected right to the SWAT team cameras, allowing them to sync up in real time. Richard’s partner, Jennifer, was seated near the wall watching the monitors alongside him. A few moments passed as they formed up on the door, the SWAT leader placed his arm in the air, by his head, and signaled with his fingers.

3… 2.. 1

“Go, go, go!”

“Police, get down on the ground!”

Despite being super strong, they weren’t at the level that they could ignore bullets, and tear gas was something else altogether.

“That’s my cue.” Richard nodded to his partner and climbed into his suit, as soon as the armor panels hissed closed, he strolled out.

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Three figures jumped out of the third story window, collecting some good air-time Richard noted, before falling almost literally into his arms. The first boy landed almost a meter from the command trailer, right in front of Richard who was now standing outside. His eyes widened and darted from side to side as he considered his options, and then tried to punch through. Richard sent a swift uppercut, knocking the first kid onto his backside. The second tried to make a break for it, before being closelined by Richard’s extended right arm, and fell right onto his friend.

“Sorry, this road’s closed off.” He said with a smirk under his helmet.

The third, misplaced himself. On the way down he clipped his feet on a streetlamp, fell forward, slammed his head on the roof of the command car, and then again on the pavement. Instant knockout.

“That brings this chapter to a close. Any word from Forensics on those pills?” Richard asked out loud. Artemis was strangely quiet, usually she at least had something to say, congratulation at the end of a case or something.

“Richard, look up.” Jen, said over the radio. A giant shadow now eclipsed the sun from their view. An enormous object hovered over the city, and Richard had no idea what to think.

“What the hell is that?”

“A-aliens? For real?” One of the officers on standby outside had stuttered out.

The alien ship had already left an impression on them, but then a fiery rock easily the size of a few football fields rocketed towards them, and Richard could only stare. This was something that his armor couldn’t stop, he was going to die in an instant; his body tensed up on instinct, as if standing firm was going to help.

“It’s Icon.” Artemis finally spoke up. Richard squinted his eyes to get a closer look, a small window suddenly popped up, giving him a zoomed in look at Icon as he struggled.

“You have to, come on!” Richard shouted; he was clearly having trouble as he flew out of view, blocked by several buildings as he continued to fly away. A few moments later, Richard along with everyone in Lost Haven, could see that same asteroid flying back up into space.

“Yes!”

“Woo Hoo!”

“Go, Icon!”

Everyone on the ground shouted and cheered, then Artemis suddenly spoke up again.

“We need to get back to the station, we’re going to be sitting ducks for what comes next.”

“Hey, Artemis, you saw that right, can we really do anything right now?” There was a slight tinge of despair in his voice, he had just seen his own life flash before him, and he wasn’t confident he could fight that. His eyes widened again as hundreds of smaller darts left that same ship.

“Fighters? What can we do against that?”

“Trust in me.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Terra Firma (Working title)

Character you have created: Dr. David Anderson Jones

Alias: Terra Firma

Speech Color: Hero Time: ed1c24 Human: Normal/White

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: David is a patient, focused person, qualities driven into him by his long years studying archaeology, along with raising his daughter. At most times David tries fashion himself as a playful, talkative person who loves to prank others. Although he tries his best to seem ever joyful on the outside, he worries intensely about those closest to him. He drives his friends up the walls sometimes with his antics, but he likes to think they love him anyways, and their continued presence confirms it.

Uniform/costume:

Transformed

Human Form

Origin Info/Details:

Literally don't read this, I'm gonna rewrite, just ask if you need to

Dr. David Anderson Jones was an American archaeologist who made a name for himself after publishing several papers proving the existence of numerous other undiscovered ancient tribes. After spending several more years and participating in several guest lectures at universities, including Lost Haven University, David finally found the location of an ancient ruin left behind by one of said tribes in the deep forests of South America. Eager to discover what awaited him inside the newly found ruins David eagerly set off by himself.

After spending days navigating the forests, using his altered maps, he finally found what he had been looking for. The structure itself seemed like a small two floored pyramid, but the inside presented him with what seemed like a maze that went on forever. After a few minutes spent navigating the hallways a feeling began to call to David, a feeling he couldn’t ignore, following that feeling took him half an hour, but he finally made his way to a large room. The room itself was massive, paintings, scriptures, and all sorts of symbols adorned the walls around him. The centerpiece of the massive chamber held a large, almost rainbow colored, crystal which illuminated the entire room, waves of energy fell off almost like a heartbeat.

Upon touching the crystal David’s vision flashed to an entirely different scenario, a scene from the far past. A being pulsating with colors, similar to those radiating off the crystal, was floating above a battlefield of some kind. Various different looking tribesmen where flinging spears and arrows at each other and the being, suddenly lighting struck down onto every tribes’ weapons, destroying them in a violent light. The vision changed again to a scene of those same tribes, but this time they were eating together, and even dancing and drinking around the same crystal David was touching. Then the vision flashed onto modern day, with cars driving by, people walking past, and almost violently the scene changed again. This time there were no tribes celebrating, or people passing by, instead buildings lay in ruins, and the earth burned everywhere he could see.

“How..” David mumbled to himself, he then tried to pull away from the crystal with no avail, suddenly he heard a voice in his head “Danger comes. Change needed. Host needed.” Unable to pull away from the crystal David felt himself being swallowed. When he awoke he found himself exhausted and adrift in the ocean until a fishing boat drove by to pick him up. When they asked what happened David simply told them he didn’t remember, which wasn’t far from the truth as he realized he had a serious gap in his own memory. What he could remember were certain feelings, and vague memories of him fighting. From attacking poachers, to some kind of creature underwater, his memory was in patches.

Season 2 summary:

• Gained powers
• Encountered strange creatures, hints of the supernatural, but has not yet reached the true depths
• Met and befriended other characters in varying states of existence, do they remember him? I don't know, but he remembers
• Fought against the Hounds of Humanity
• His power has grown to stage 2 and is stronger for it
• Teamed up with Icon and joined the Guardians

Hero Type (Select one): Elemental (?)

Power Level (Select one below): World Level (With Cosmic Level potential)

Powers (Be Specific):
PyroKinesis: David can generate his own super heated plasma, along with using raw geothermal energy from the Earth and nearby heat from the sun to help add to his own attacks. With this energy he can simply shoot it, or he can shape, and expel it in a variety of ways. He can even control flames outside his body, to draw in to use with his own flames, or to enhance an attack.

Lightning Kinesis: David can create or choose to manipulate Earth's own EM field by using his own ability over gravity to focus and bend electromagnetic waves into extremely high voltage electromagnetic energy for his use. David's control over lighting means he can form and control this energy in any fashion of his choosing, much like his Pyrokinesis.

Pseudo-Cryokinesis: If allowed enough time to absorb enough nearby heat David can chill the nearby area to freezing temperatures, enough to form ice even. But to do this effectively at his current skill level he must maintain physical contact with his target.

Gravitic Emulation: Having been granted a portion of Earth's power David also has some control over gravity. Although he is unable to control the level of gravity others feel he can alter the gravity in his close vicinity. Meaning he can add mass to incoming projectiles or other's fists at close range, allowing him to slow these attacks down and lessen their damage. Along with physical attacks, David's gravity powers can also affect light and energy attacks much like how gravity affects the bending of light. He can also use this to make himself heavier or lighter.

Energy Manipulation: By channeling his will he can control multiple types of energy, such as solar, or even the energy he receives from the Earth. He can use this to form constructs, simple blasts, or redirect this energy however he chooses.

Geokinesis: As Terra Firma, David can control the earth under him in any manner he wants. Meaning he can also control the size and form of the rocks he moves around. Aside from stone, and dirt David can also summon a specific mineral or crystal if need be.

Invisibility: Using his control over light with his gravity emulation he can bend the light around him, so that the light particles never touch him, giving him invisibility.

Supreme Durability: In his transformed mode David possesses high resistance to physical, magical, and energy attacks.

Agent of the Earth: This new powered form is the personification of Earth's desire to defend itself. This form merges with David's normal body, empowering him with the Earth's essense. This new body can feel soft like a persons body, to a point, but it is not flesh, nor does it have a need to breath. It's appearance is entirely due to David's unconscious mind, from the subtle 'breathing' motions, to the fiery energy flowing off him. By being attuned to the Earth he can direct life energy resulting in an ability to quickly encourage plant growth, along with receiving life energy as a resource.

Flight: In his powered body he is capable of flight.

Earth-Mind: Due to the origin of his powers he retains a constant two-way link to the Earth, this link allows him to feel life around him, and attune himself to forces he couldn't as a normal human. This is also the evidence of the ever growing connection between the two.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: Human 6'1, Terra Firma 10'0(Variable?)
Weight: 220lbs
Strength Level: 100+ Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 60 mph(Variable?)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 20x
Intelligence: Above Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Average

Weaknesses:
David’s bonding with the Earth isn’t complete and as such has limited defense against a psychic attack, depending on the severity of the attack the Earth may choose to forcefully disengage the link to spare either it's user or itself. In certain scenarios the Earth may choose to assume control. He can also be beaten down by an attacker if they were strong enough.

If defeated in his transformed body David would be unable to transform again until he has healed properly.

When he is a normal human he can hurt and be killed just as easily as anyone else, if not more so due to his reckless style.

Supporting Characters:
Dr. Carmine Williams: A colleague and like minded spirit David befriended the last time he lectured at Lost Haven University.

Sledge: Local small time hero, has named himself after a sledgehammer for obvious reasons.

Jones Family: A loving wife and daughter, he interacts often with them.

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ROADBLOCK

Character you have created: Detective Richard “Dick” Hunter

Alias: Roadblock

Speech Color: 00aeef

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity:It is known there is an Detective inside, the actual identity is known only to those with police connections.

Character Personality:His friends in the LHPD describe him as an, prideful, and honorable man. He believes in doing the right thing, the right way, it’s one of the many reasons he became a policeman. Even in a world where people are continuing to be born, or gifted, with both amazing and terrifying powers, Richard believes that common men can still live just fine in the world.

Metahumans have been around for a long while, longer than even Dick, and the police’s effectiveness has always been in question with the presence of "superheroes". And with that he’s made it his life goal to make sure the people know they can rely on the police, even with individuals like Icon flying around.

Uniform/costume:

Dick prides himself in being a detective, as such he wears a full, dark grey suit, along with a tie, a bright red one if he can help it. Occasionally throughout the week, depending on his mood, he may switch to striped patterns, or a tie with cats patterned across it. Richard is decently well built, he's not lanky, and he's not exactly overflowing with muscles, just somewhere in between. His hair is dirt brown, and he usually keeps it short and combed over to the side.

Proto Armor

Not currently in use.
Strength Level: Proto Armor: 50 Tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 50 MPH

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, the suit itself can go on for 12 hours of continued use

Agility: Proto Armor 20x

Model RDBLK in default set up

RDBLK Fully outfitted

Origin Info/Details:

Origin Time

Dick comes from a long line of policemen, each family member able to has always expressed an interest in the police force or the army, so how could Dick say no when it was his time. And for a few years he and his partner, Jennifer Lloyd, served with an intense dedication to the force, and the admiration of some of their colleagues. They both believed that a policeman’s duty is to the people, protect and serve. However, the events of D-Day would test them both, and only one would emerge alive.

Others tell him it was bad luck, or a bad call made on someone else’s part, but Richard blamed himself for her death. He continued to serve through the rest of D-Day and with every event after that, but never again with the same vigor.

After so many metahuman events the people, of course, began to push the police for more protection. And with Pax Humana giving birth to so many new metahumans, the higher ups decided they needed to step up measures as well. The police were always busy with both meta and regular cases, and thanks to the humana event they found that they were quickly falling behind.

It was at this time a generous benefactor made himself known by donating a large sum of money, and pushed the idea of a new dedicated department for handling these cases. A specialized unit suited for handling special cases, and for combating criminal metas without the reliance of other metahumans.

Upon hearing of this a few self-professed super genius’s and regular genius’s alike applied to support the LHSCD, and after several intense screening sessions a few of these people were selected to help design and maintain the equipment the LHSCD would need.

Months later Dick found himself being transferred in, to replace a former member, he felt that it was a mistake; he didn’t deserve this new chance at life, a new chance to make a difference. But on that same night he received his transfer orders, he received new evidence that showed undeniable proof he was innocent, that he wasn’t responsible for his partner’s death. And even better, he believes that this new clue could help him find her real killer. This reignited the spark that fueled his old police spirit, causing him to accept his new position in the LHSCD.

They are known as the Lost Haven Special Cases Department, and these are their stories.

Season 2 summary:

• An somewhat accomplished detective joins a high tech department for metahumans
• Meets Fletch, Racheli and Hound during a HoH attack
• Meets Blacklight who had a short talk with Artemis
• Loses his HQ to an HoH attack and is now sharing a building with the closest station

Hero Type: Normal/Grey Matter

Power Level: Street/City/World

Equipment:

CKBLK v1.06 – Built to combat energy using metas of varying types, it surrounds it’s user with an invisible particle barrier that intercepts or diffuses incoming energy attacks. Higher level attacks may still bleed through, and physical attacks will pass through with little resistance.

Crystalline Composite Gel Layer –This synthetic gel layer alters it’s density to help absorb impact from stronger metahumans, as well as helping to regulate driver temperature.

Metahuman Specialized Foam – This foam hardens and sticks to most surfaces after being exposed to oxygen, intended to incapacitate metahumans in preparation for arrest. Usually carried in special canisters as fuel for the projector variant, but is also utilized in a small canister used as a grenade.

Metahuman Tracker – An integrated sensor unit used to track down suspects, capable of tracking targets through multiple spectrum, connects to NEROS.

Mounted AC-107 Blast Launcher – An experimental energy weapon, a condensed burst of energized particles is launched at supersonic speeds, usually used on high level targets, highly concussive.

Mounted Machine – A powerful multi-barrel machine gun, can also switch ammo type such as armor piercing, and even flares.

Variable Arc Launcher - A large specialized rifle, the gun sends a burst of electricity directed at the targets nervous system to induce pain and muscle contractions. Works much like a taser would just without the physical elements, different power settings for variability.

AI Module – Where Artemis, the LHSCD AI, resides in. Her existence is a closely guarded secret, but this part serves to house her, and connects her to the suit.

NEROS – (Neurological Emulating Responsive Operating System) - Designed to emulate the human brain and the nervous system, allowing its operating processes to meld more smoothly with its user, the NEROS system relays certain data as sensory information, allowing its user to "feel" what the machine feels, giving them heightened awareness, and faster reaction times. But the strain this would normally put on the human mind would be deadly, requiring the use of the AI to modulate and filter what is and isn't used.

Model R4DBL-K Armor AKA "Roadblock" - The newest mechanized suit developed by the LHSCD, developed from the previous proto-suit, originally meant to be a heavy armor add-on, it has since evolved into its own design for general use.

Polarized Armor Plating - The armor has an underlying layer made up of two or more electromagnetic plates separated by insulating material, creating a magnetic matrix. In operation, he armor's power source charges the armor and reinforces it by creating a repulsive magnetic reinforcement.

Grapple Wire - A steel cable that can be launched out in order to hamper foes, or in an attempt to incapacitate suspects. Can be electrified, voltage varies.

Jump-pack - This backpack equipment allows Richard to continue pursuit even into the air, however, the jets aren't strong enough for a full on chase, and instead are usually just used to help him get around faster. The Jump-Pack can also be traded out for several other utility options.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’0

Weight: 225

Strength Level: RDBLK Armor: 100+ Tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: RDBLK Armor 60 MPH, 100+MPH reaction with NEROS System

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, the suit itself can go on for 48 hours of continued use

Agility: RDBLK Armor 20x

Intelligence: Above Average

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources:Average, police department and support team provides materials

Weaknesses:
Outside of his suits he can be killed just as easily as anyone else, it not more so due to his job.

It takes time to suit up, and if he’s on the field away from HQ he must wait for it to arrive via armored transport.

He may be the driver of the suit, but he does not know how it works. If he for some reason has to repair it he would have to rely on others.

Supporting Characters:
The other members of the LHSCD: Comprised of his coworkers and background support team.

Captain Kelly: A slightly overweight man, jovial and warm. He's also the commanding officer for the SCD.

Jennifer Cahill: Richard's partner, and also senior officer inside the LHSCD.

Dr. Fraiser: Leader of the development and support team for the LHSCD’s needs.

Artemis - The LHSCD's secret AI. She calls herself Artemis, gaining inspiration from the goddess of the hunt. Richard gets the feeling there's more to it but hasn't had the time to look into it.

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Sample Post:

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

_{ISD-Blackstar}

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Captain Lorrange sat in silence, mindlessly flipping through reports on her private terminal in her ready room, trying to get through her work.

“You don’t have the heart for this!”

Captain Bellum’s words repeated in her mind every time the topic of the traitors came up in reports or duty assignments. When he first said that she scoffed, she was angry, and fed up with such an irresponsible seeming officer. So when the troopers tossed him around a bit she had to admit to feeing a bit of pleasure, and even the interrogator droid. But it seems the man was right, the shock probe was fine, but when it started injecting him that’s when she started to grimace.

Luckily, she didn’t get to see what more the droid could do, Bellum’s strong façade was just that and crumpled after a minute. What he ended up spilling was nearly useless, in the end it seems he was just someone's tool. Eventually a voice on her intercom shook her out of her self-imposed daze.

“Captain, we’ve arrived at Coruscant, and I think you want to see this.”

Merril’s brows furrowed, and her mind raced. What could possible be happening at Coruscant, the Rebels would likely attack one day, but it was so brazen, and Ozzel had managed to open a dialogue with them. Even so, she had to ask.

“Rebels?”

“No, Ma’am. Imperial Vessels, a fleet with Super Star Destroyers…”

Super Star Destroyers? There was nothing the Blackstar alone could do, but still, she did have to, and want to see this for herself.
Merril dropped what she was doing and hastily walked out towards the bridge.‘Imperial Remnants’, most encounters between them and loyal Imperials turned violent, which is exactly the outcome she feared. Everybody in the navy knew about the firepower of Vader’s old command ship the Super Star Destroyer Executor, it was a monster, and it was a supposed to be a monster on their side.

_{ISD-Blackstar (Bridge)}

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Merril felt a wave of apprehension wash over her, either from her own worries, or the anxious atmosphere coating her own command center, there was no difference. Her heart quickened as she saw the site for herself through the view port; most of the new fleet were nothing more than dust motes in the stars, but the SSDs, those were very visible.

The entire bridge crew saluted at her presence, her executive officer hung silent for a moment, as if forgetting procedure, and then made his announcement.

“Captain on deck!”

“Report.”

“No weapons fire, but we are detecting a communication line between them and the Imperial Palace.”

Mantelli looked at her as if anticipating something, his eyes seemed to be expecting a certain order.

What? I hope you’re not asking to fire on them, we’d die, we’d die on the spot!

“Would you like to hail them, Ma’am?” He finally asked.

“No, they won’t be interested in just another ship.” Merril said. Her lips pursed as she considered what to do.

The command crew was young, so something like this definitely had them all on edge, including her, but the standing fleet around Coruscant hadn't engaged the newcomers so there was a good chance they were here in peace; then again, if they weren't, that fleet wasn't going to do much good anyways.

“Keep our sensors on that fleet, and hold position here. If something happens, I don’t want to be in the thick of it.”

Hopefully this ends well, we’re all one big happy fleet after all…

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

ISD-Blackstar(Hangar)

Throughout the spacious hangar the sounds of equipment beeping, mechanical hydraulics ratcheting, along with technical jargon of all kinds, and the buzzing sound of maintenance droids providing clean up. Several teams of mechanics surrounded the civilian cruiser, the Overseer, with some of them going in and out, apparently doing what they could to get it under its own power again.

There were a few other starfighters on the deck being worked on, like what Liam was doing with one of the Interceptors; he had already attached a red stripe to the wing, about the most surface level customization they could get. But he wasn’t alone, he was talking to a recently made friend about his future adjustments. Torian Perev, a middle-aged man with bushy blond hair, sideburns reaching down to his chin, and grim covering his face, had offered his services.

“I don’t hate it, but the old TIEs did good work, even now, you can feel the speed when you push that throttle all the way forward.” Liam said, nodding to his own words as he unhooked a panel from beside his new ship’s cockpit. “Hypospanner.”

“From the Interceptor’s stats, you should be able to feel even more speed. Plus the Ion injectors are twice as fast.” Torian said, handing over an elongated tool as he knelt beside Liam. “I don’t see why you’re so attached, the old TIEs were good 15 years ago, you’re way too young to be hung up on them.”

Torian removed another panel, allowing dozens of wires to hang in between, while the man himself went prone underneath with another tool and started adjusting some unseen part. Liam himself had used a crane like device to remove the exhaust cylinders from the interceptor and went to work himself. A half hour went by as the two switched from talking shop, to personal items before another figure approached them. Liam and Torian were both so caught up they hadn’t even noticed until they said something.

“Excuse me!”

“Huh?” Liam pulled himself away, wiping sweat away with his off-hand, and faced the new voice; while a muffled thump and a grumble of pain came from somewhere underneath the ship. The new voice was a woman, with brown hair running down her back, and bright emerald eyes. Liam scanned the newcomer, he and Toran wore their respective uniforms, but this woman was wearing much more casual clothes with bright colors.

“One of the passengers of that cruiser?”

“Shara Fenar.” She nodded.

“Ma’am, this is a restricted area, where’s your escort?” He asked suspiciously. It was common knowledge that the larger ventral hangar was off-limits so their ship could be repaired, and for starfighter maintenance. Consequently, the starboard hangar had been rearranged to be a temporary civilian barracks. But this wasn’t the starboard hangar.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to thank the pilots who saved us. The trooper watching me is over there.” She turned and waved. A few officers between her and the primary hangar entrance did a double take, but nobody waved back. There was, however, a stormtrooper standing by the door.

“He just let you, nobody stopped you?” Liam blinked dubiously, looking at the trooper, and the other officers near the back.

“Well, he argued a little, but I kept asking and he let me. I just wanted to tell you we’re all glad you saved us.” She smiled at him, and he felt a sense of warmness. It wasn’t often he was thanked, especially so personally.

“All part of the service, ma’am.” He said with his own thankful grin and a tilt of his head. “Speaking of which, do you know why they attacked in the first place?”

“W-well, seeing as how you’re Imperial, I was hoping to ask you. But if you don’t know either…” She started to look down, so Liam interrupted.

“You’ll be safe now, we’re pretty close to Coruscant by now, and we’ll let you all off there.” He said as reassuringly as he could.

“Thanks.” She said with an appreciative smile, then turned towards the door and left with the trooper only a moment later. The air seemed to change somehow, now that Shara had left, and Torian rolled out from underneath.

“Shara hmm, quite the eye catcher, if I say so myself.” Torian said with a smirk while Liam shrugged.

“Spend a lot of time with Maran, have you?”

“Just an observation Lieutenant, back to work.” Torian smiled, then tapped his tool against the underside of the ship with a clink, and rolled back under.

“Working on another fighter?” Another voice approached him, but this one he recognized. Dao Murren, a pilot from another squad.

“Squeezing a little more speed out of your ship isn’t going to matter in the long run. There are so many of us, after all.” He continued in a seemingly condescending tone.

“It couldn’t hurt, sometimes it’s the flying, sometimes it’s our numbers.” Liam extended a hand towards the man, and Dao took a shake.

“Well I believe Sienar knows what they built.” Dao said with a grin.

“What Sienar built just isn’t sensitive enough sometimes.” Liam raised his brows and slapped the hull of ship hard with a muffled thump.

“If you think you know better than a multi-million credit entity, maybe you could fix my ship too?” Dao asked and leaned himself onto one of the wings.

“No thanks.” Liam flicked his hand at Dao. “Next thing you know I’m servicing the whole ship.”

“I think you mean me.” Torian said from underneath the fighter.

ISD-Blackstar (Detention Area)

The detention area was at contrast with the rest of the ship. Throughout the ship the lighting was bright white, black reflective flooring, and wide spaces. But the cell-block area was narrow, dark-red lighting shone behind panels and underneath through the floor grating. She didn’t visit often, the ship didn’t see much action, and it saw even less prisoners. But today had given her more than enough reason, a traitor had risked the lives of three starships today, and she had to know why.

As soon as she stepped out of the lift an officer greeted her, he was of course informed beforehand and awaited her.

“Captain.” He saluted, the guards at the entrance of the cell corridor repeated the gesture. “I’ve been notified. Captain Bellus is in Cell one, awaiting you. Two stormtroopers will follow you in, along with an interrogator droid should you need it.”

Merril nodded and the officer turned and led the way into the cell-corridor. They didn’t have to go far, it was a short walk to the first cell, and the interrogator droid was floating off to the side; the officer opened the cell with a quick touch on a side panel.

Inside there was a thinly built man sitting hunched over on the bench, his head immediately shot upwards to see his visitor. Soot covered his body and face, likely a result from both the ship battle, and the droid. His eyes were red around the edges, subtle bags had formed under his eyes, and his hair was misshapen. All in all, he looked like a mess; Merril smiled.

She motioned the troopers inside and stepped in after them, with the floating black ball following in after them.

“How are your accommodations?” She said smugly. Bellus breathed in deeply, swept his hair back with a single hand, and tried to stand up. He made it halfway before Merril flicked her wrist, and a stormtrooper slammed the butt of his rifle into Bellus’ shoulder.

“Sit.” Merril said with a smile. She didn't delight in pointless violence, but this deserved.

Bellus grunted and leaned into the bench while nursing his shoulder. “Imperial hospitality has changed. But it will be better for me, than you, I suspect.”

“Why would you defect from the Empire?” Merril said, ignoring his obvious and powerless threat. Bellus’s face crinkled as he heard the question.

“It’s falling apart, we’ve lost hundreds of planets to terrorists, and the Grand Imperium is a joke.” Bellus said with disdain.

“Many of the former Emperor’s pet projects lay abandoned or failed dramatically, like the Death Stars. And what do we do? We patrol, we respond, we don’t counterattack! What rebel planets have we taken, what star systems have we laid to waste? Nothing, we do our best to ‘maintain’. Our late emperor and his fist must be spinning in their graves.” Bellus then smiled and started laughing. “No, my apologies, orbiting! Our foolish Emperor and his minion can’t even be recovered!”

Merril scowled as he joked at the memory of their former leader, the memory of the hundreds of thousands that died with the Death Stars, and then made the same motion from earlier. This time one of the troopers punched him straight in the face, drawing blood, and causing the man's head to recoil backwards into the wall making him shout in pain twice.

“Guh..” Bellus wiped at the blood trickling over his mouth.

“You lost faith, is that all it takes to push you over the edge?” Merril said with her own look of disgust. Bellus grunted and wiped at the blood again, forming a sizable stain on his uniform.

“No, the Empire needs someone who can be aggressive, someone who commands strength. We need to establish ourselves as a galactic power again, the Star Destroyers are no longer enough!”

“And you think that person, is you?”

“No.”

“Who then?”

Bellus smiled. “You can’t make me talk; you don’t have the heart for it.”

“We have a lot of time until we reach Coruscant. If you don’t talk until then, I’m sure the Grand Imperium’s more capable interrogators are up to the job.” Merril this time motioned another hand, this time the interrogator droid floated closer, and a thin arm extended.

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Right now the first sector commander was going over details from the Blackstar and a rogue Star Destroying flying under the banner of the Warhead. Technically the Blackstar was slight outwith the borders that the Imperium had set out for itself

@Sep

Ah yes, the details from the Blackstar, the details that I sent, yes yes. I'm glad you're using those. :]

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We named the dog Indiana...

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>he's named after the dog

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ISD-Blackstar(Hangar-Catwalks)
Maran whistled softly as he leaned on the railing. “That one’s a looker.” He commented. “Definitely a sight for sore eyes.”

“You can’t even see her face from up here, or did you get cyber eyes when I wasn’t looking?” Jarael said, squinting her own eyes as if to test her own statement.

“Who said anything about the face, get a load of th- yeow!” Jarael elbowed him, drawing out a short yelp.

Various crew members had gathered in the catwalks, each of them having heard one way or another that the Blackstar was suddenly taking on passengers. Obsidian stuck together, to gossip more closely, but every spectator in the catwalks were doing the same with their own groups, creating a noticeable buzz. Those on the lower level of the hanger occasionally glanced upwards at them, but largely paid them no mind.

“This is an Imperial vessel, why are we taking on civilians?” Blanche grumbled as he stared downwards, no doubt creating an ominous image of himself. “If they took on damage, we could have sent someone from Imperial Center.”

“The Warhead did some serious damage before we showed up, they wouldn’t have lasted another hour alone.” Ben said flatly, arms crossed, staring at the docked vessel like everyone else.

The ship had been brought into the hanger, connected by the giant umbilical, which kept it in place as the passengers slowly exited.
Liam observed the craft, it looked like one of those old republic consular ships, but with an expanded crew quarters compartment. Dozens of scorch marks painted the once bright red hull, he also noticed larger laser scoring where the communications and weapons emplacements had once been.

“Why would a star destroyer come after a civilian cruiser like this? It’s barely armed in the first place.” Liam crinkled his brows and unconsciously tiled his head, as if trying to get a different angle on the ship.

“This is Imperial territory, no matter what, somebody would have found him. Maybe he was hoping to confront imperials?” Maran said with a shrug.

“I’ve heard of that. Those ‘warlords’ trying to build up allies, that might have been what happened up there.” Ben said, giving his hand a shake and pointing upwards.

“I’m glad the Captain has a pair, staying with the Grand Imperium is the best choice. Someone has to uphold the law in this damn galaxy.” Liam said nodding his head.

Jarael turned her head to him and smirked. “You might want to rethink your phrasing; the Captain is unique in that regard.”

“Hey, you never know! She crippled the Warhead with minimal casualties, she’s got something going on, and it’s not just those perfe-“ Maran eagerly started up with a grin, before he was shut down by a large, firm hand, slamming onto his shoulder.

Ben started to speak in his place. “She’s certainly creative, I know they don’t teach that in officer’s school. Under Captain Koumer we would have gone through a lot more TIEs.” He gave a subtle shake of the end as he mentioned the former Captain.

“Captain Koumer would have finished it. We merely broke the legs. She still has fangs.” Blanche said, still not looking away from the newcomers.

“That’s for the best, the ship didn’t do anything wrong. We change out the Captain and everything’s back to normal.” Liam said smoothly.

ISD-Blackstar(Captain’s ready room)
It was a simple room, just a little bigger than normal crew quarters, not meant to entertain visitors for long. In front of the right side of the door; was a grey desk with a terminal on top, two chairs in front, along with a small bookshelf to the side. On the left side were two couches surrounding a small rectangular table, with a window to space positioned in front.

“It sounds like they’re having a hard time.” The woman sitting behind the desk mused.

“Well, it is a bit unorthodox to take in so many non-imperial vessels so soon. The Z-95 is secured in the fighter compartments to make room for the Overseer. The Overseer itself is in bad shape, but the mechanics have it under control.” The man, Senior Lieutenant Mantelli Rousten, said.

“The chief had his crew pull all-nighters; we should get hyperspace back in just an hour.” Mantelli said before handing over a datapad and nodded.

The Captain perused through it while Mantelli stood silent. “Have you read through this?”

“Yes, Captain.”

The Captain, Merril Lorrange, continued flicking her finger up and down the screen. “A university with a starship? Ah, the Palpatine University.” Merril thought out loud. “But why would a Star Destroyer attack a school ship?”

“Would you like to question the Warhead’s captain personally, Captain?”

Merril paused, keeping her gaze on the datapad. “Let the interrogation droids go through him first, I'll go down tomorrow.”

It might feel good to see him as roughed up as my ship.

“If it were just rebels, I would have given the order to sink them.” Merril sighed. “But it’s not just rebels, I don’t know who on that ship is loyal to the Captain, and who’s loyal to the Empire.”

“And what if none of them are?” The Captain’s brows furrowed, but she spoke up after another moment.

“Have we gotten a response about the Warhead?”

“Grand Imperium says a patrol group will be coming by to take care of her and her crew.” He stated back as flatly as usual, she noticed.

“Then they can handle that.” Merril placed the datapad down and looked up.

“Have the captured pilots said anything?”

“They maintain that they weren’t told anything, just following orders, trying to survive. Interrogation droids?”

The Captain brought a hand up to her chin and looked elsewhere for a moment. “No, this is a matter for ISB, we’ll let them handle it.”

“Captain...they would use droids.”

“They won’t interrogate the Warhead’s entire crew; the Captain is enough.” Merril said, and then locked her eyes onto his, sending a determined glare. “I’ve made a decision.” She added, with a firm undertone.

“Yes, Captain.” He said, rigidly, his gaze straight ahead.

“Dismissed.”

Mantelli saluted, turned on his heels, and walked out. As the door hissed closed behind him, she let out a sigh.

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ISD-Blackstar (Hangar)

“Welcome back, Obsidian, proceed to the starboard hangar and dock there.” A familiar voice spoke over the radio, inviting the squad back inside.

“One more thing, recommend you keep those helmets on when you disembark. Blackstar out.”

Now that they were closer, Liam could see the Blackstar for himself without the help of sensors. Scores of scorch marks painted the hull. He briefly humored the thought that the ship was starting to look like its name.

The starfighters swarmed around the ship for a few moments as they redirected themselves according to fighter control, and as Liam came into dock, he noted that the hangar wasn’t as clean as it used to be. The forcefield keeping the atmosphere was still on, but there was this weird coating of teal and brown powder everywhere.

Equipment and storage boxes were strewn about the hangar, as if a storm and blown through the ship interior. Clean up crews and mechanics were picking up after the mess, rearranging tools, or attending to damaged equipment. Most of the mechanics seemed bothered, their faces furrowed, obviously bothered, and it wasn’t due to the mess.

Maran gave a whistle as he climbed out onto the catwalk. “Seems the Captain was busy.”

“It would have been fine if she just left the fighting to us.” Blanche agreed as he jumped down, meeting Maran along the way towards the entrance way.

“Don’t be so sure of that, whatever she did drew that ship away, that fighter was something else.” Ben held his head in thought.

“I’ll say, that guy was slipperier than a mynock.” Jarael disembarked next and rested herself on a nearby handrail.

“I lost it after it jumped off Liam, did one of you shoot it down?”

The rest of Obsidian, and even passing by pilots from other squads signaled ‘no’ in their own ways.

“Hyperdrive?” Maran said while shrugging his shoulders.

“Could be, I’ll send a request for the sensor logs later.” Ben nodded.

With his body coming down from the dog fighting and recent emotions, Liam gave a sigh before moving to remove his helmet. He disconnected the support tubes and lifted his helmet slightly, before plugging himself back in swiftly. Blanche gave a quick chortle before captain Ben shot him a look.

“Meet you guys at the mess, I’ll change first.”

“That bad huh?” Maran asked, staring right back into Liam’s dark red lens, and Liam nodded.

ISD-Blackstar (Mess hall)

Liam, now dressed in his usual uniform, had planted himself onto a seat near the beverage machines, and the rest of the squad had joined him only moments later. The mess hall wasn’t empty, it was full of hundreds of other off duty officers, complaining about the recent mission from their own points of views. In the meanwhile, Obsidian had started to criticize each other’s meals, from lack of taste, presentation, or nutrients, before the topic shifted back to the previous battle.

“So, what was that thing, it was practically dancing around us, not even our ints move like that.” Maran asked, sending glances around the table.

“No kidding, I was almost vaped.” Liam grumbled as he hunched over his meal, then looked up with a confident smirk.

“I’ve got some ideas for my TIE, maybe next time I can even the score.”

“You’ve got ideas? You mean you wanna bother your favorite mechanic, right?” Jarael taunted him from across the table.

“I'm more of an ideas guy, I'll let someone else do the dirty work.”

Ben Jenson, the squad captain had been vaguely listening at the other end of the table, lost in thought with his bulky arms crossed over one another, before he huffed and finally spoke.

“You know, now that I think about it, I have seen something like that.” He said, nodding.

“The fighter?” Liam exclaimed.

“No, the fighting. Reminds me of the one time we fought with Vader, he went out in his own fighter, never got to hear what it was called. But he was full of tricks, just like this guy.”

Maran furrowed his brows, then pointed his fork accusingly towards Ben. “Wait a minute, old man, we never fought with Vader!”

“We did, well, the old squad with me and O2. Before your time.” Ben gave him a smile, but his gaze seemed to drift away.

“Yeah... those Jedi flew around like that too in those old holovids. It always looked scripted because of how they were able to dodge so well.” Liam said while stroking his chin.

“We’ll be prepared for next time; this kill will be mine.” Blanche rasped from beside Ben.

“Don’t count on it, I plan to pay him back for my ship.” Liam shot a challenging smirk towards Blanche, then someone started tugging at his ear, an arm from across the table, drawing a quick cry of surprise from him.

“Did you forget the part where the only person in Obsidian hit, was you?” Jarael said with fake tenderness, and a sinister smile that showed off her canines.

Maran chuckled at Liam’s suffering, before Jarael pulled at him too.

“Ow, why me!” Maran complained as he tried to fight her hands with his.

“Because I don’t like your smug look!” Jarael said exaggeratedly before letting them both go, just in time for Ben to start speaking again.

“Liam, I know you have an... appreciation for the TIE ln, but switch to an int.”

“Sir, with all due respect, I’m a great pilot, and I can keep up with the rest of you just fine. My formation flying has never been off until now.” Liam said, starting off calmly, and gradually becoming insistent.

“You wouldn’t be here if I thought badly of you, but switch to an interceptor as of now, that’s an order.” Ben insisted, his gaze never leaving Liam’s eyes, and the latter had no choice but to nod.

“Heeyyy, if Liam’s going to start messing around with an int, maybe I could customize mine too. A nice big picture of a dancer on the side would be nice.” Maran interjected before Jarael elbowed him. Ben huffed and then shook his head as he spoke firmly.

“That’s against regulation, and a definite no.” Then he donned a smirk.

“Unless you want to draw all the fire from now on.”

“Um, understood, captain.” Maran fell back into his seat, like he had suddenly been deflated.

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ISD-Blackstar (Bridge)

Although Merril had only a few space battles under her belt, she really lamented the fact that the captain didn’t have his/her own seat or display; without looking down at her officer’s stations, she had only the view port to look out through. Right now, there was nothing tactical to see, they were on the night side of Arbya, its moon a few dozen kilometers ‘underneath’ them, and nothing but stars everywhere else. Aside from the trailing teal cloud of drive plasma behind them.

She stepped into the datapit, leaned over her helmsman, looked at his screen, and mentally counted the seconds as the symbols representing her ship and the Warhead circled around Arbya.

“Release the trionomic gas and close drive vents. Gunnery station, charge weapons!” Merril ordered and several officers began to go to work. Watching the screen carefully, she could see the Warhead would be within firing range in only a few seconds, but they had lost too much speed, they wouldn’t be able to totally escape the explosion.

“Bring us around, prepare for starboard broadside, rotate deflectors! All, hands, brace for impact!”

“Aye rotate ship, starboard broadside.” Her helmsman acknowledged.

“Aye!” The commsman had switched on the intercom, and the captain heard her order repeated out loud.

“All hands, brace for impact! Secure all equipment, all hands brace!”

Another alarm started blaring, the bridge crew had placed their arms on wall mounts or around their consoles. Merril had attached herself to the navigation computer and awaited the next few moments, while a wave of anxiety washed over her. She felt her heart pounding a hole through her chest and desperately wanted to shut her eyes. But the ship needed her, and that anxiety might just get worse if she did that.

Did I do this right? Will we weather the explosion and the Warhead? Should I have just waited for the fighters?

“Engines losing power, shunting reserves.” The helmsman had said, for a moment, Merril thought she could feel the complicated hydraulics of her engines going to work. The Blackstar’s engines flickered on and off before they finally darkened, leaving the ship to drift port, like it was ‘sliding’ through space.

The Warhead eagerly approached and fired as soon as they were able. Streams of giant green bolts flashed across kilometers of empty space and disappeared into the giant teal cloud. Branches of energy raced excitedly through the plasma and the gas, working with each other and pulsing through it all, sparking a giant incandescent explosion that splashed the front of the Warhead.

A translucent blue barrier shielded it for a moment, but thanks to their earlier battle, it wasn’t enough. The Warhead dipped from the force of the explosion, their hull blackened, and several smaller explosions painted the top side as it was pushed away.

The Blackstar’s own shields appeared for a moment but were blown away, as if scrubbed away by an invisible arm. The entire crew had propped themselves up on whatever they could, and then it came. The raging arm of the explosion, while mitigated by distance and their shields, was enough to make the ship violently shake.

Several stormtroopers were glad to have been donning their armor, having been tossed to the other side of their room or a hallway, dozens of officers had been thrown from their stations, or stumbled while resisting the quaking. Throughout the ship power several power relays close to the shield power conduits spat out sparks as the barrier collapsed, sending jolts all the way up to the generators.

But neither ship was crippled, just dazed, and this time the Blackstar had the advantage.

“Target weapons emplacements, fire!”

Battle under Arbya

“While the Blackstar draws off the Warhead, we are to reunite behind Arbya at point five-five and flank the Warhead. Form up on us, we’re to lead the way for the bombers.” The leader of the reinforcing squads had said.

“Roger, Obsidian, forming up.” O1 said, without further words the rest of the squad had jumped into an arrow like formation, with Liam slightly further in the back.

“O7, that’s not your position, what’s going on?”

Liam started flipping switches on his right side, trying to manage the technical side of his engines, some were either not responding or spat sparks at him for his efforts.

“That weird fighter clipped me earlier, it’s messing with my engines. I can still keep up.”

“Understood, just don’t push it.”

Strike led the way, with Obsidian, the remnants of Eson, and the bombers; all forming ‘waves’ of arrows. Even though fighters were fast and agile, they weren’t that fast compared to capital ship engines, meeting up with the Blackstar was going to take a minute or so. With the empty backdrop of space, this was the perfect time to reflect on the recent encounter, whether he wanted to or not.

That fighter left almost as soon as the Warhead did, if the Blackstar hadn’t drawn it off….

Liam slammed his fist down onto the edge of his console, eliciting a dull thud, and a jolt of pain rushed through his hand. He tried to stop himself from thinking, hoping that venting even a little would help, but it didn’t.

“…We would have died...” His voice said shakily, a soldier must always be prepared for death, he knew that much. But he couldn’t accept how one sided that had been.

Another silent minute passed with just the muffled screeching of his engines to accompany him, before his computer started beeping, new contacts. The Blackstar and Warhead were within sensor range again, and he was surprised at what he was seeing.

The Warhead was drifting slightly, with a cloud of teal mist surrounding it, like it had just tried to fly through a giant cloud of cotton candy. The Blackstar was firing on it, dealing back everything it had suffered double fold, which breathed new life into him. His squad, his friends, his ship were still alive, and he was going to keep it like that.

“Time to do what we were supposed to, target their engines!” O1 ordered the rest of Obsidian, and they all replied with acknowledgement.

“Finally, I can cut lose!” Blanche said with a snarl, obviously thrilled.

“If you got’em, use’em, don’t let those missiles go to waste!” O2 added on excitedly, with even Eson squad joining with incoherent yelling.

Warhead started up again, focusing their guns back onto the Blackstar, but with no more shields between the two, they burned and blasted darkened holes into each other, coating the others’ hull in hundreds of particle explosions. But a few seconds in it was clear they had already lost most of their armament.

The fighters dived down, avoiding the slowly vanishing cloud of plasma, and laid waste to the Warhead’s engines. Missiles, lasers, and proton torpedoes flew from their underbellies, crashing into the engines. As one squad flew back up to make another run, another would come in on their tails hitting the engines in their place, until the bombers came. Their last volley had proven too much for the armored thrusters, causing them to explode, warping and shattering the thrust nozzles like so much space dust.

The Warhead’s return fire was gradually weakening, before gradually ceasing, either on their own, or forced by the Blackstar’s own remaining weaponry.

“All fighters return to the Blackstar. Just watch your step when you come back.” The commsman spoke into the allied radio, giving a sigh of relief before ending the call.

“Wooo! How about that, our first time crippling a Star Destroyer, how about that.” Maran said, relieved.

“Best not to put this one up for an accolade.” Ben replied with a teasing tone.

Liam let his head fall back into his seat as he twisted his TIE around, towards the Blackstar.

“We’ll at least get some shore leave for that right?” Maran continued, sounding like he didn’t have a single worry.

“Constant combat suits me just fine.” Blanche flatly stated.

“You sound like you don’t have work after this, I know I’ll be working on this TIE for ages.” Liam gave a fake sigh as he said that.