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Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

AngelNoire said
Null has had some really bad experiences with Trandoshians... I think she's gonna pass on this one.

Don't worry, this one's a very sensitive lover. :p

Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

Anyone want a Trandoshan buddy who owes them a life debt? :P

The Heroes of Beacon

KabenSaal said
We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Shiro, who was taken from us far to soon by a rampaging bish called Laura.

If he can't survive being power bombed through the cafeteria floor he probably wasn't fit for Beacon anyway.

The Heroes of Beacon

Crack, Crunch, Ripppp.

Sitting within the halls of Beacon's cafeteria, Laura violently assaulted a loaf of bread with her teeth as a substitute for the administrators of the damned academy. With the entrance exam at a close and all the teams formed, many chose to inhabit the eating area to get to know their new team mates. Laura, for one, would have none of that. The nerve that the headmaster had, to award the position of leader to some girl she hadn't even seen during the exam! While she battled against a massive Datura, by herself, to secure her card and ensure her enrollment into the school, that deadbeat probably camped out in the woods until the exam was over! After proving herself no doubt the most capable combatant of her so called team, they still denied her the leadership position! It was infuriating!

Snap!

Tearing another crusty baguette in two with her hands, she proceeded to tear a large chunk away with her incisors. The only thing that could've made it more unbearable was if that imbecile Trico had managed to get the leadership position. After abandoning her to fight the Datura alone, she was shocked such a person was allowed to become a student at the academy. It was becoming clear the so called 'legendary' reputation of Vale's very own Beacon was a lie. Such incompetence among their ranks... it was a wonder those who trained her even managed to combat the Grimm! Discovering the bread had vanished as a result of her hate filled chewing, Laura snarled. It was gonna be a long day...

Maybe some pudding would help...

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

Name: Shae Gael
Gender: Female
Species: Echani
Age: 28
Homeworld: Eshan
Appearance:

Personality: Shae is quite a… spirited young woman, to say the least. Outspoken, loud and passionate about life and her job as a merc to call her reserved would be like calling a wookie ‘sportsmanlike’. She’s a rather social lass despite the solitary nature of her work, often going out of her way to make friends and acquaintances whenever she is. Loyal to a fault, once she’s properly made a friend of you it’s almost impossible to shake away her faith and she’ll come running to your aid whenever she can. Being an Echani, she does have the tendency to get a little violent sometimes and holds a rather volatile temper on a very short leash, leading to ‘disagreements’ with other fairly often.
Flaws: While it comes with many advantages, being of cybernetic nature also gives Shae several disadvantages. Being mechanical, it is vulnerable to damage from things like EMP Grenades and other anti-droid countermeasure. While it is more durable than your average flesh arm it boasts the flaws that machines face out in the elements. If exposed to water, dampness and the other portions of the outdoors for too long it’s prone to malfunction, making it less than ideal for long drawn out campaigns on a planet. Being that she has customized it rather heavily to make it perform more than a base model Shae is also one of the few people who can repair the limb. If anybody else tinkered with it they’d find repairing to be more effort than its worth.

Being a mercenary Shae possesses the combat skills above your average soldier, but she lacks the leadership and teamwork skills that come with military enlistment. Having specialized in one-on-one or one-on-many combat for her job, functioning as a member of a squad is difficult for her out of sheer inexperience. That, coupled with her hardheadedness makes following orders of a superior to be quite difficult for her and thus makes her a liability when in the heat of combat in large scale battles or skirmishes.

Skills: First and foremost, as an Echani, Shae had trained in martial combat for most of her life. Her body is in its prime, kept in the peak of physical condition to allow her to overcome her opponents in nearly every front thanks to her conditioning. She possesses intricate knowledge of her native martial art and has shown herself able to take apart trained combatants when up close and personal with relative ease. Additional to her great knowledge of Echani, she is a strong practitioner of the Teras Kasi form of fighting and incorporates the predictive abilities that come with it into all aspects of her combat skills. It also has trained her to discipline her mind and as a result, given her the ability to resist force related mind tricks despite having no skill in the force.
Despite heavily preferring martial combat, Shae has trained herself as a marksman during her time as a gun for hire. She is highly skilled at gunslinging and dispatching foes with her pistols at close and medium range as well as with her carbine at longer ranges.
While not something she bothers with often, as a cyborg she has a necessary skill with mechanics and circuitry. She's capable of maintaining and repairing her arm and by extension, any other cybernetic based device with minimal effort or supplies. Her knowledge also extends to starships and vehicles, although she isn't quite as familiar in those fields and would likely only be able to make temporary fixes.

Equipment: A pair of dual blaster pistols, modified to produce particularly powerful bolts at the cost of ammunition efficiency

She also owns a blaster carbine of similar design, modified to possess enhanced accuracy both at close and long range.

Along her utility belt, she boasts a considerable number of devices. Stun grenades, thermal detonators, breaching charges make up the more offensive sides. She also keeps anti-security blades, data breakers, bacta patches and ammunition there. She possesses a datapad to collect information on assignments.
Her most complex piece of equipment is likely her cybernetic arm, made of a lightweight metal to boost resilience without slowing down her movements with the outermost layers fused with a cortosis weave to make it immune to energy based damage. Aside from possessing strength beyond that of a normal, organic limb she has outfitted it to hold a grappling hook launcher with roughly one hundred feet of cord wrapped within to allow her to not only catch people off guard in combat, but to remain mobile while on the field.
Force Abilities: N/A
Personal History: Shae was born among the frozen tundra that was Eshan, the only child to two former Republic soldiers who had retired to their homeworld after years of service. Her early days were nothing particularly exciting for an Echani like herself. She fought with the neighborhood children as so many did among their warrior culture, although she was always more rambunctious than the other kids. Seeing their daughter was quite the spitfire, her parents decided to send her to train under the tutelage of a renown Echani fighter, a family friend who had taken on many pupils in the past and taught them the way of the Echani through martial arts training and discipline. The young Shae always resented being sent away though and while she benefited greatly under the teachings and became quite the warrior in her own rate, a strong wanderlust was always present in the girl ever since she learned of the wide galaxy outside of Eshan.

It only made sense that as soon as she could, the girl made off of the frozen rock she called home. At the tender age of sixteen she faked her credentials and signed up on the crew of a freighter bound to the Outer Rim. By the time her parents or master managed to find out of her escape, she was out of the atmosphere and cruising for the galaxy's wild west. Having been raised a fighter, she had very little trouble adapting to the rough and tough world of the outer rim. By the time she was seventeen years old she had already brawled with several scumbags and had shot a man. She found combat to definitely be her forte and while the life of a freighter was decent and all, she wanted to go solo out on the rim. When her contract expired at the age of eighteen, she decided to break off contact with the crew and take up work as a mercenary.

For years, Shae wandered the outer rim taking any kind of job she could. Whether it was hunting down a smuggler who crossed a Hutt or protecting some planetary diplomat, she took every job in stride. She managed to eventually save up enough credits during her two years to buy herself a ship and open up more avenues for herself. She took great enjoy in the work, a point that was tested when she was twenty one. Having been hired by a low ranking government official on some backwater planet to hunt down and capture some punk who had apparently crossed him , she was certainly surprised when she ran across a Dark Jedi than some dirty pirate or con man. In the ensuing battle, the fallen Jedi managed to take Shae's right arm before escaping her grasp. Wounded and defeated for the first time, the Echani wasn't discouraged from her job. Ordering herself a mechanical replacement arm, she was back on the job after her recovery with a vendetta for those lightsaber wielding assholes.

Going out of her way to track down a practitioner of the ancient art of Teras Kasi, a form of martial arts her old master had praised during her training on Eshan, Shae hardened her mind against the force and learned the highly reflexive anti-Jedi skill with reasonable ease thanks to her heritage. From there on it was back on as usual, with the mercenary making quite a name for herself among various cartels and local governments for her tenacity and effectiveness as the job. She even managed to best one or two holdouts of the Sith who had been destroyed so long ago. It was these few victories and her knowledge of Teras Kasi that perhaps spurred the Republic into contacting her and offering her a job on some kind of special taskforce. With the credits being offered to her for what seemed like a simple job teaching some of their soldiers the art and accompanying them on some of their assignments, she accepted with gusto.

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

Sith

Name: Xi Fenn
Gender: Male
Species: Anzat
Age: 271
Homeworld: Anzat

Appearance: Xi is a rather standard looking man on the outside. His culture dictates that he blend well into the melting pot of the galaxy and that he does indeed do well. Standing at five foot eleven inches in height, he breaks no norms when compared to your average baseline human. His skin tone straddles the line between a light grey and a pale green color, smooth in texture and completely devoid of blemish or mark. Under his skin lie a set of strong, lean muscles sculpted by years of training and hard work to keep himself in peak condition for the hunt, lacking the bulk of a hulking brute but maintaining the definition of one.

His facial features, for all intents and purposes, are quite handsome and alluring when compared to the taste of most near human species. They're strong and pronounced, while lacking the facial hair most of his people wear to give him a boyish charm. His nose does stick out however, as it is large and flat as is standard for what he is. His eyes are an icy blue color, his irises nearly as large as is entire eye with only hints of the dark scelera along their sides. His hair, a deep raven color, is well kept and long, held back in a ponytail while the front portion hangs towards his face in a styled manner. He chooses to clothe himself in a dark tunic and matching dark pants, a fine leather belt holding is supplies and saber to his hip and a black cloak to conceal himself from those he wishes not to notice him.

Personality: Xi is best described as a poised individual. He holds a certain temperance, a serenity that most Sith seem to lack. He a calm and calculating man, one who enters into every situation accessing the strengths and weaknesses of those around him and thinking how best to use those to his advantage. Indeed, he is quite a manipulative being who takes painstaking care in twisting those around him to his side. Perhaps his most defining feature is his strong thirst for knowledge. Considering himself an intelligent, educated man, he dedicates large quantities of his time to researching the past and learning new and wonderful things to forge himself into a more advanced individual. He once took great pride in teaching these things, but the schism caused when he turned to the dark side have sullied is trust of others, leaving him unable to rely upon allies or share the wisdom he has obsessively collected in good faith.

Few things are able to make the Anzat lose his cool, though the Jedi are definitely among those. He holds a strong disdain for the Jedi for both their black and white outlook on the force, their constraining codes and most of all their betrayal of his trust upon his exile from the order. He also despises the very act of turning ones back on those they align themselves with, a hypocritical way of thinking considering his own indifference to his fellow Sith. He also holds a great dislike for those who would purposefully hold themselves to one manner of thinking, or deny another simply because it goes against their own beliefs.

Flaws: Perhaps Xi's most glaring fault lies in his biology. As an Anzat, he is required to gain sustenance through consuming the 'soup' of sentient beings, a process that involves forcibly removing their essence and as a result their brain with his proboscises. The process generally brings death to the victim, meaning that in order to survive he must consistently hunt and kill other sentient beings. While his years in the order helped him cope and resist his natural predatory urges, the older he gets, the more he must consume to sate himself. The longer he goes without feeding, the more ravenous he becomes, making him a danger when in the presence of only allies. Further more, the 'soup' of fortunate and force using sentients is more appealing to him and thus, he has a harder time resisting such people. Isolation from other sentient creatures would spell death by starvation for him.

Belonging to a race of beings that hunts other, lesser species in their eyes, Xi is also a very arrogant man. His descent to the dark side of the force has only enforced the feelings of superiority he was natural born with and fought so hard to ignore while within the Jedi Order. He is supremely confident in his skills and thus often underestimates his opponents, leaving himself open in combat situations more than he likes to admit as a way of 'daring' his foes to strike at his weakness.

A less glaring problem, but one none the less, is his utter lack of faith in others. Having been betrayed by those closest to him, he finds it difficult to call any his allies. He's quite adamant about not growing close with any other people, be they fellow Sith, allies of his cause of his own people. This leads him to see many that rally by his side as 'disposable' and often times, he will allow his comrades to risk themselves and even die without exposing himself to similar circumstances, or bothering to help them.

Skills: Being of the Anzati race, Xi is an exceptionally fit specimen who exceeds the galactic norms in terms of physical might. He uses this to his advantage in close range combat, even imbuing himself with the force and his natural reflexes to further boost his skills as a duelist. He is a master of Form II, prizing it for its elegance and grace and thus putting most of his focus into it and excelling at lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat as a result. He is proficient with all other styles, although none are near his skill with Makashi.

Having been raised on Anzat, Xi was immersed in the culture of hunting other sentient beings for nourishment. Therefor he has become a master in the fields of stealth and assassination, blending in easily with populations of people and disappearing back into the crowds once he has struck and claimed his victim.

Another strong skill stemming from is background is Xi's ability to coax others into believing and following him. Not only does he have the latent ability to manipulate the minds of other creatures thanks to his heritage in a form of telepathy, but he has further mastered this skill through his manipulation of the force, able to toy with the minds of his prey, enemies and allies alike to his advantage should their minds be weak enough.

Equipment: A curved hilt lightsaber, exquisitely designed and made of songsteel. It holds a red lightsaber crystal.
Force Abilities:
Basic Force Skills
Force Lightning
Force Drain
Force Concealment
Force Cloak
Force Fear
Mind Control

Personal History: Xi was born on the rocky planet of Anzat to the world's native species. As was tradition among his people, from the moment he could walk and talk, he was entrusted to the care of an Anzati master who would teach him the ways of his people, to hunt the sentients of the galaxy without fear of repercussion. But even as a child embarking on a life tat would last century after century, Xi was dissatisfied in his people's rather... simplistic outlook on life. They existed purely to hunt, to kill, to feed. Anything outside of that, any purpose they had was just a distraction for what truly mattered. He wished to be more than just some intelligent monster who feasted upon the living. It would be one hundred long years before he would even get the chance.

Having spent a century under the tutelage of his Anzati master, learning the ways of stealth and martial might and only occasionally coming into contact with off worlders who would often condemn themselves to the space ports of the planet, his life was greeted with a wonderful surprise. The presence of a Jedi Master came to his attention, a Kel Dor male by the name of Cho Saah and apparently, an associate of his master. The man had come with questions of the master's disciples. One of the Kel Dor's students had been killed, assassinated and feast upon by one of their people. While the questioning led to nothing and the Jedi's quest to answers and a possible culprit ended in failure, it exposed Xi to the Jedi Order. They intrigued him, the Jedi. A group of peaceful monks who studied the force, a concept smugly judged by the wholy force sensitive Anzati as childish. They kept peace in the galaxy and most importantly, held vast quantities of knowledge. They intrigued him greatly and already having plans to leave Anzat when his training finished, he approached the master and proposed replacing his apprentice and the Order's loss at the hands of his people with himself.

It took a great deal of contemplation and discussion within the Order's council, but Cho Saah returned to Xi after long and informed him that he would be allowed meet the council himself, so they could properly access him themselves. Bidding farewell to his master after the final weeks of his training, the Anzati left his homeworld for the last time to seek out greater things no matter how his people arrogantly looked down upon them. Being so young in the eyes of his species and mere a teenager physically combined with his gentle demeanor, the Jedi Council decided him to be worthy of a position within the Order. His racial background assisted Xi greatly in the early stages of his training, his days as an initiate on Coruscant were short and pleasant. He managed to put his martial prowess to good use in learning the ways of the blade and he tapped into his latent potential within the force, becoming a talented practitioner. Seeing his advanced age and quickness to take to the arts, he was swiftly placed under a Jedi Master to help mold him into a proper member of the Order. To his pleasant surprise, Master Cho Saah was assigned as his instructor, for reasons less than innocent, although he wouldn't find out why such a choice was made until much later in his career.

Fitting with the team of his brief time within the Temple, Xi truly enjoyed his time with Cho Saah. Unlike some at the Temple who would have tried to curb Xi's enthusiasm on the quest to knowledge, Cho embraced it. Finding common grounds as scholars, the two made a strong pair and alternated between archiving and rediscovering the galaxy's rich history while settling disputes within the Republic. It was during his tutelage under Cho that Xi gained his appreciation for Form II, often dueling with his master who proved to be more than a match for even himself in the fields of reflexes and poise. His master, being aware of his species' needs, even comforted the young Anzat whose belief in the Jedi's code conflicted with his own nature of killing to survive. He grew to be quite close to his master all throughout his years as a Padawan and if he could, he likely would've remained Cho's student for far longer than he had. However, Xi was always a very talented Jedi even at such a low rank. After seven years of serving the Order and Master Choo Saah, the council found Xi worthy of promotion to the rank of Jedi Knight. Confident that his baser natures had been conquered, Xi was raised up to a true member of the Order and began to serve it alone for the first time.

Indeed, Xi had proven himself a wholesome Jedi. Over his long career with the order, he braved many trials and survived many challenges. Thirty years into his service to the Jedi was he rewarded with the rank of Jedi Master on his merits alone. His access extended to the full brunt of the Jedi archives, the Anzat took great enjoy in immersing himself in centuries worth of lore. But he felt the need to share all he knew with someone else. Forty years after ascending to the rank of Master, he took a Padawan of is own, a young human girl by the name of Alo Tyrell. She was a bright girl, one with a need to learn and a strong moral code that impressed the vampiric Jedi. Together, they embarked on a journey similar to the one he and his own master had gone on, with Xi sharing his passion for learning all one could in life and perfecting that knowledge. It was teaching Alo that perhaps pushed Xi deeper into his need to know all there was to know, primarily in the force. This thirst was the beginning of the end for him. For so long, he had questioned why the Jedi only limited themselves to their own teachings. The force was not only light, but dark as well. In order to truly master the force, did they not need to understand both 'sides' of the spectrum?

As a master, Xi was given access to the forbidden sections of the archives. Places that held ancient Sith lore, holocrons, even artifacts so that they could be sealed away and never learned from. But he challenged that notion. The Sith had been scattered before, but what if they returned? Would it not serve the order well if one of their members knew of Sith culture, so they could combat it better whenever it reared its ugly head? He managed to convince his peers that he was more than capable of researching the dark side of the force without its taint touching him so he could have a better understand of it as a whole. An arrogant proclamation indeed. With his mentoring of Alo coming to an end, his precious pupil finally proving herself to be a powerful asset to the Order, Xi dedicated himself to researching the dark side.

For years, he steeped himself in it. A knowledge barred off to him for so long, a naturally inquisitive mind like his own could only relish the opportunity for something new. So desperate had his thirst grown that he chose to do the unthinkable; snagging an ancient Sith holocron from the archives one day Xi retired to his study, convinced that a relic of the past could hold no sway over him and the information it held was invaluable to the Order. His selfish desire to gain more knowledge began his descent. Upon opening the holocron, he found great deals of knowledge, a vast collection of history on the dark side. Techniques barred from the Jedi, heinous rituals and a tempting call to reach out and take it. Oh how he tried to resist, but day after day, week after week of exposing himself to such corruption took hold of the Master.

It did not go unnoticed. His student, Alo could only worry of her master's health. He threw himself into his studies every day, locked himself away and refused to share what he learned with her or any other of their peers for that matter. By the time she decided to confront her teacher it was far too late. The dark side had taken a strong hold on the Anzat, the taste of its forbidden fruit too much for someone like Xi to resist. He had managed to conceal the taint with his mastery of the force, but when Alo barged into his chambers looking for answers and found him gazing into the forbidden holocron with such vigor it all became clear; he had fallen from the light.

As any Jedi would do in such a situation, Alo immediately demanded he surrender the holocron. She said terrible things that day, that she would report him to the Council so that he could face justice for the violations he had undergone. She betrayed him, HIM, the one who had taken her under his wing and given her all that she knew. He, the one who set her above all her other peers. She would turn her back on him for that stuffy old order, who stifled their growth by denying the immense power of the dark side in favor of only following one single area of the force's vast potential. Rage filling him at the ideal of such betrayal and knowing full well what would happen if the Council were to find out, Xi did the unthinkable. He descended upon his former pupil before she could draw her saber in defense and caved to the second thirst he had felt all his life. One that had only grown stronger the older he got. On that day, he fed upon Alo's soup and consumed her life essence, killing her in the process.

Oh, the guilt he would feel after the rush of anger wore off. But... that guilt was nothing. Nothing compared to the greater rush that feasting had given him. He had heard tales while on his homeland, that the more fortunate the individual was, the better they would taste upon consumption. That those who called themselves 'force sensitive' were among the tastiest morsels. But he never believed it true. By consuming his student, a woman with such a strong connection to the force, he could feel himself empowered by it. His connection to the force had never been stronger, as if he inherited hers when he took her life and incorporated her essence into his own. It was a dangerous feeling. An addictive feeling equal if not greater than anything the holocron had given him.

He wanted more. So much more. But he couldn't... He couldn't simply stay and feast upon all the delicious vulnerable Jedi within the temple. He had killed one of his own kin... no, he had been betrayed by one of his own kin. The order had always feared him for what he was. They assigned him a master whom he could not possibly feast on, they always kept such a watchful eye on him during his knighthood, to make sure he wouldn't cave in to a temptation they assured him they felt he had overcome. Perhaps they had always been right. For no sooner than they allowed him freedom did he turn on them. It all didn't matter though. He needed to leave Coruscant at once and cast off the chains of the Jedi. Free of them, he could research any side of the force he wanted and obtain any 'forbidden' knowledge he craved. So he did. Leaving behind a warm body in his chamber and a holocron under his arm, Master Fenn fled the Jedi temple as fast as he could.

It was unfortunate that before she had come to Xi, that Alo had shared her concerns with some of her fellow Jedi. It made the discovery of her body all the quicker and the hunting party that followed it all the more responsive. The stealthy predator managed to get himself to the spaceport by the time he was confronted by the last person he wished to see. Perhaps the only other person the Anzat had ever gotten close with was turned against him by the Order as well, his former Master Cho Saah confronting him before he could escape the wretched planet. Cho berated his apprentice, speaking of his high hopes for Xi and how he had become the monster he always feared to become the moment he laid his hands upon his former Padawan. Enraged by these accusations, Xi and Cho began their final duel on the landing pad. No longer was it a playful spar meant to build skill, but a death match between two former friends. The elderly Kel Dor far beyond his prime and Xi's natural finesse coming out on top, it was with a mixture of fury and sorrow that Xi tearfully cut down the man that had introduced him to the Order and given him the life he had so desired.

Consumed in a hatred that was only amplified by the dark side's grip on his mind, Xi swore revenge upon the order before he hurried into his craft and launched off the platform in time to avoid a detachment of Knights from the temple, sent to secure any escape routes for the alien. His exile from Coruscant would last for sixty five years, a drop in the bucket for a long lived hunter like himself. He used every one of those years however, honing his connection to the dark side of the force unbound by any moral code and hunting any information on it he could. All the while he laid low, blending into the population he used to subsist himself off of, devouring hundreds even thousands of beings to quench the thirst ignited on the day he left the order. The day the arrogant council turned all he loved against him. But soon the day came that he could exact is revenge upon the close minded fools of the order. For years after his leaving of the order did Xi's unending quest for knowledge bring him to a man by the name of Crusade. A man who would see to it the Jedi paid for their arrogance with the blood Xi craved for so long.

Additional Info: Best Sabback player this side of Coruscant

Star Wars: Era of Despair

Even in a galaxy where everyone is poor, surely in the span of eight years she could've bartered her way into getting some ship upgraded instead of money. It just seems incredibly lame that a decades worth of work nets you 700 credits and a ship that barely worked when you got it and still barely functions.

Star Wars: Era of Despair

In eight years of smuggling, she couldn't have saved up for a craft that actually works? Cause The Light struck a few months after she started and apparently it's almost been a decade since then. :P

Star Wars: Era of Despair

Sep said
Oh for the likes of the Sith? Definitely. I mean you're best bet is to take charge of the Empire (Republic, huedehue), Mandalorians or DFT somehow.I think I'll manage, gimme time to get droid factories up and my shipyards rebuilt.Then, Mandalorian Empire here we come.-evillaugh-

... The Empire still exists?

Zarianna is gonna be pissed. Mucked about for eight years when she could've blown a Moff and been empress by now. Shiiit.

Star Wars: Era of Despair

Sep said
Mandalore has a fair bits in total, but we're pretty self sufficient anyway.That's a good ship, It's still not the fastest. Pretty much as useful as one of the ones I recommended actually... it just comes down to cosmetics in that case :PIf Cale is good with it I'm good with it.

I mean individually. Gonna take forever to build up an armada and nuke somebody. :p