Byrd Man

Star Trek: To Boldly Go

Nope.

Kentsukan was going to... then someone else was going to... then no one.

The spot is yours if you want it. :D

@Blue Demon

<Snipped quote by Byrd Man>

Nope. I was waiting on you. <3

@Ruby

I'll see what I can do.

Star Trek: To Boldly Go

*looks through character sheets*



You guys don't have a doctor yet?!

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Level 3030
Forty-Eight Hours Earlier

An armored landspeeder headed southbound. A three female team on the courier run. All were Siren Clan. Two armed guards sat in front arguing over music, a guard in the back browsed on her terminal. Their cargo: two small envelopes. The driver put on a jazzy number. The passenger rolled her eyes.

Two blocks later, a thermal detonator rolled beneath the landspeeder and exploded. The explosion twisted the behemoth onto its side. It skidded across the sidewalk and slammed into an apartment building. Glass shattered. Furniture went flying. The speeder came to a stop. People ran and screamed. Four men ran from a side alley towards the speeder. All black outfits and black masks. They carried blaster carbines.

One masked man fired breaching rounds into the speeder's cab. The guards screamed, fired back. Their shots missed wide. The masked man kept firing, pumped ten shots into the cab. Blood spattered the windows, blood spattered the seats, blood ran out the cab. Another masked man stood at the back of the car with another thermal detonators. A small explosion blew off the car's back door. The guard in the back came out firing. Two rounds caught a masked man flush in the chest. Two other robbers blew the guard away with a hail of laser fire. A masked man stepped over the dead guard, fired twice into the body to make sure he stayed down and went inside the flipped car. The shot man got up coughing blood. He pulled down his black shirt, revealing armor under the clothing. He stood on wobbly legs and dry heaved inside his mask.

Twenty seconds later, a robber came out the back with two big manila envelopes under his arm. The four men hurried towards the alley they came down. Alarms rang. Bystanders screamed. Sirens wailed far away.The jazzy music from the speeder echoed through the sounds of chaos.

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Now

"So that's when the Wampa looks at the hunter and says 'You don't just come here for the hunting, do you?'"

The Pau'an let out a high-pitched giggle once the Gotal beside him got to the punchline. The big, horned creature laughed along with the Pau'an, braying loudly across the diner. Even though Vig was at a booth far away from the two of them, he could clearly hear their conversation as he sipped his drink. The terminal on the table told him he still had ten minutes before his contact was to arrive. He'd been at the diner for over two hours now. Standard operating procedure had him show up well in advance of any potential clients in case of an ambushes. So far two people asking for help had turned out to be plants from the Pure Hands. Vig ran afoul of them six months ago when he protected a Toydarian family from the Pure Hands. The gang members that saw his face never lived to report back what he looked like, but they knew the man who helped people had killed their own and they wanted payback in blood.

A ruckus near the front door put Vig on edge. He saw a group of motley looking youths hurrying past the diner's large window. His hand went down towards the blaster in his pocket as the group approached the diner's door. There were a couple of Rodians, a Wookie, a human, and a Neimodian. The human had a large black star tattooed on his neck. The scenarios played in his head as he sized them all up. He played the angles and of how to kill each one in the quickest and most effective way. Vig relaxed once the group was gone down the street and out of view. He let out a breath and slipped his hand out of his pocket before going back to his drink.

Vig slipped a stirrer into his drink and watched the liquid spin as he mixed it up. He still felt a bit of surrealness at seeing someone else's hands whenever he did something. He never knew how much he took his appearance for granted until after he changed it. Now he sometimes caught himself by surprise when he saw his reflection. The man in the mirror was Vigor Vespellian. He was Vigor Vespellian. Who he was and what he was so long ago was dead. His new line of work was part of putting the old him to rest. His old self had caused so much death and destruction that maybe Vig could atone for at least part of that before he died.

The clatter of the front door opening drew Vig's sight up from his drink. A Quarren male stood near the door and surveyed the diner. His tentacles and faced were a rich brown, almost as dark as Vig's skin, and his eyes were a bright yellow. Vig slid his terminal towards the edge of the booth and tapped a command into it. It sent out a flashing yellow pulse that sent a signal to the Quarren's own device. He looked in the direction of Vig's booth and gingerly made his way towards it before sliding in to face Vig.

"You are man?" He screeched something his native tongue, something Vig couldn't comprehend. "Man that fixes things?"

"That's me," Vig replied as he sipped his drink.

"I was not expecting human."

The Quarren seemed to turn its nose, or whatever the thing that passed as a nose was, up at Vig and twitch its tentacles.

Vig stared at the Quarren with just a hint of incredulity. "Does it really matter what I look like? You came to me for help. You could always call up the Pure Hands and see if they'll help you out."

A few more clicks and whirrs from the Quarren. Vig assumed he was putting him in his place with some sort of alien tongue lashing he couldn't comprehend. He reached into his jacket and pulled a terminal out. On it, a hologram of a younger, female member of his species waved and laughed and said something to whoever was recording it.

"Xam. She is daughter. Daughter has gone missing. Nearly one month now. No word, no communication. Not much money. Nobody will help."

The Quarren's mouth tentacles twisted into curls and a low, guttural noise came from his mouth. Even though their respective species evolved on separate planets thousands of light years apart, Vig didn't need to know the Quarren's language to see and hear the pain and suffering as he broke down into something that was like crying for him.

Vig finished off his drink and let the Quarren cry himself out. When he was done, Vig pressed the record button on his terminal and slid it towards the Quarren.

"We'll talk about price at a later time. For now, speak in Basic as clear as you can and tell me all the details about your daughter leading up to her going missing. Don't skip any details, and don't hide anything that might help me find her. I want to know it all."

"You find? You fix?"

"I try," said Vig. "Now, please. Tell me what you know."

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Name - Vigor "Vig" Vespellian

Species - Human

Gender - Male

Age - 43

Occupation - Maintenance man/The Fixer

Appearance - Vig is a human of above average height, a little under two meters tall. He has dark coffee colored skin. His hair is cut short with a thick beard on his face, both the black hair on his head and face are flecked with white. He has a scar on his face, a small vertical scar underneath his right eye that extends about five centimeters down his face. He has an average build for a man of his height, with the makings of a pot belly on his stomach.

Apparel - Vig mostly wears his worker outfit, a navy blue jumpsuit with a nametag and his name on the left breast. He wears similar clothes as the Fixer, but these are dark grey and are sans nametag.

Weapons - Vig packs a DC-17 hand blaster and a small vibroblade on him at nearly all times. Hidden in his apartment is a stache of blaster pistols, rifles, and thermal detonators.

Equipment - A collection of tools he uses in his day to day job.

Skills - Vig is a decent enough repairman to keep his job and make a living wage. From his old life, he is an expert in hand to combat, weapons, investigations, and interrogations.

Flaws - Vig's need to atone for his sins has made him susceptible to helping lost causes. He is often haunted by his past in the form of bad dreams and what can only be described as post-traumatic stress disorder. His need to avoid violence comes from the fear that when combat arrives, he'll be unable to act.

Personality - Vig is a quiet and observant man. He often keeps his head down and to himself. He's also very neat in his personal grooming and the layout of his apartment. Things must be neat and ordered and there must be a schedule to follow. I know people like to use the obsessive compulsive disorder thing, but he's not that. Maybe just a bit tightly wound. Outside of those affectations, Vig is tenacious when it comes to helping someone. By hook or by crook he will help them with their problems. While not violent per say, he will use violence to achieve his goals if need be.

Goals - Vig wants to help people pure and simple.

Backstory - Vigor Vespellian was not always known as Vigor Vespellian. Years ago he went by a much different name and lived on a planet far away from Coruscant. Originally from Corellia, he ran away from home at the age of twelve and hopped a spacebarge to the Outer Rim. He soon found work as security on several different ships. He was still a teenager when his work as a security officer led to him being employed by the Galactic Trade Federation's growing military. He showed an aptitude for combat of an unconventional nature and was soon selected as a candidate for Special Forces training.

Then the Clone Wars started. Vig's special forces unit comprised of humans and other aliens from the Confederacy ran many missions in support of the CIS' mostly droid armies. He did many questionable things in the name of galactic freedom, he killed many people for his government. Vig's unit was on the planet Manda in the closing days of the war when it went sideways. Their plan to assassinate a Republican Senator was ended shortly by a surprise ambush from a Jedi-led clone commando squad. Vig saw his men cut down and shred into ribbons. He was the last one left when something happened. The cones turned on their Jedi leader and fought him. The bloody battle finally ended when the Jedi died, but not before taking out nearly all the commandos. In the chaos, Vig snuck away and left the planet aboard the ship his squad had came in.

It was while in space that he heard the newscasts that the war was over and that all members of the CIS were being sought for questioning and imprisonment by the Republic. Vig rerouted his course and soon headed for refuge in the Outer Rim. He bounced around in planets and outposts as he witnessed the transformation of the Republic into Empire. He was still among those wanted for crimes against the Empire. After hearing talk of a doctor who could help him, Vig worked odd jobs in the Rim and finally saved up enough money to travel to Courscant. Once there, he had major reconstructions surgery and changed his name.

Now as Vigor Vespellian, he got a job in the Underworld as a maintenance man. He kept to himself and kept his head down. At night he slept and had dreams of the waking nightmares he had witnessed during the war. He dealt with his dreams as best as he could and avoided trouble. But then trouble found him one day. A knock at his door was the family from next door seeking refuge from a local gangster. The family in question were being extorted for rent money, asked to do criminal things the women asked to prostitute themselves while the men hurt people. They would rather leave than comply. Vig went to talk to the gangster and his men. After a heated dispute, Vig walked out of their headquarters after driving a vibroblade through the gangster's forehead. That night Vig slept soundly. The family tried to offer him money, but he would not accept it.

Now, Vig works by day as a repairman in the Underworld. At night, he is a man who is becoming a local legend. A man who can help those who are truly desperate, people who are broken and in need of repair. While he keeps his identity a secret, people know of him as the Fixer.

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

@Byrd Man You didn't fill out the apparel area, rest of the CS looks good though.

@Heat

I left it blank on purpose. He's a nudist.

I edited the apparel to throw some clothes on him.

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Name - Vigor "Vig" Vespellian

Species - Human

Gender - Male

Age - 43

Occupation - Maintenance man/The Fixer

Appearance - Vig is a human of above average height, a little under two meters tall. He has dark coffee colored skin. His hair is cut short with a thick beard on his face, both the black hair on his head and face are flecked with white. He has a scar on his face, a small vertical scar underneath his right eye that extends about five centimeters down his face. He has an average build for a man of his height, with the makings of a pot belly on his stomach.

Apparel - Vig mostly wears his worker outfit, a navy blue jumpsuit with a nametag and his name on the left breast. He wears similar clothes as the Fixer, but these are dark grey and are sans nametag.

Weapons - Vig packs a DC-17 hand blaster and a small vibroblade on him at nearly all times. Hidden in his apartment is a stache of blaster pistols, rifles, and thermal detonators.

Equipment - A collection of tools he uses in his day to day job.

Skills - Vig is a decent enough repairman to keep his job and make a living wage. From his old life, he is an expert in hand to combat, weapons, investigations, and interrogations.

Flaws - Vig's need to atone for his sins has made him susceptible to helping lost causes. He is often haunted by his past in the form of bad dreams and what can only be described as post-traumatic stress disorder. His need to avoid violence comes from the fear that when combat arrives, he'll be unable to act.

Personality - Vig is a quiet and observant man. He often keeps his head down and to himself. He's also very neat in his personal grooming and the layout of his apartment. Things must be neat and ordered and there must be a schedule to follow. I know people like to use the obsessive compulsive disorder thing, but he's not that. Maybe just a bit tightly wound. Outside of those affectations, Vig is tenacious when it comes to helping someone. By hook or by crook he will help them with their problems. While not violent per say, he will use violence to achieve his goals if need be.

Goals - Vig wants to help people pure and simple.

Backstory - Vigor Vespellian was not always known as Vigor Vespellian. Years ago he went by a much different name and lived on a planet far away from Coruscant. Originally from Corellia, he ran away from home at the age of twelve and hopped a spacebarge to the Outer Rim. He soon found work as security on several different ships. He was still a teenager when his work as a security officer led to him being employed by the Galactic Trade Federation's growing military. He showed an aptitude for combat of an unconventional nature and was soon selected as a candidate for Special Forces training.

Then the Clone Wars started. Vig's special forces unit comprised of humans and other aliens from the Confederacy ran many missions in support of the CIS' mostly droid armies. He did many questionable things in the name of galactic freedom, he killed many people for his government. Vig's unit was on the planet Manda in the closing days of the war when it went sideways. Their plan to assassinate a Republican Senator was ended shortly by a surprise ambush from a Jedi-led clone commando squad. Vig saw his men cut down and shred into ribbons. He was the last one left when something happened. The cones turned on their Jedi leader and fought him. The bloody battle finally ended when the Jedi died, but not before taking out nearly all the commandos. In the chaos, Vig snuck away and left the planet aboard the ship his squad had came in.

It was while in space that he heard the newscasts that the war was over and that all members of the CIS were being sought for questioning and imprisonment by the Republic. Vig rerouted his course and soon headed for refuge in the Outer Rim. He bounced around in planets and outposts as he witnessed the transformation of the Republic into Empire. He was still among those wanted for crimes against the Empire. After hearing talk of a doctor who could help him, Vig worked odd jobs in the Rim and finally saved up enough money to travel to Courscant. Once there, he had major reconstructions surgery and changed his name.

Now as Vigor Vespellian, he got a job in the Underworld as a maintenance man. He kept to himself and kept his head down. At night he slept and had dreams of the waking nightmares he had witnessed during the war. He dealt with his dreams as best as he could and avoided trouble. But then trouble found him one day. A knock at his door was the family from next door seeking refuge from a local gangster. The family in question were being extorted for rent money, asked to do criminal things the women asked to prostitute themselves while the men hurt people. They would rather leave than comply. Vig went to talk to the gangster and his men. After a heated dispute, Vig walked out of their headquarters after driving a vibroblade through the gangster's forehead. That night Vig slept soundly. The family tried to offer him money, but he would not accept it.

Now, Vig works by day as a repairman in the Underworld. At night, he is a man who is becoming a local legend. A man who can help those who are truly desperate, people who are broken and in need of repair. While he keeps his identity a secret, people know of him as the Fixer.

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

I love sci-fi and I love crime so I'm a go.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Not the first time I've had to pay for Da Booty.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe?

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

You joke, but I'm working on American pop culture and music and am so fucking tempted to make Swiggity Swooty canon.