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I'm an Interdiscplinary BA, searching for a job in the current market, and this site has been my introduction to role-play. I prefer medieval and/or sci-fi roleplays and am a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, RWBY, Fire Emblem Awakening, Superheroes, and Fairy Tail.
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Alice used the more direct approach, she charged forward towards the two closest orcs, wondering just how this stoneskin would affect her. As one orc charged towards prepared to ax bash her head, the huntress reflected again just how crazy this would have been if the orc group had been bigger. As the shield caught the blow and the village girl pirouetted underneath, slashing the orc's legs with her steel on the way, she reflected that she had proved herself crazy as well when she put her own hand on the satyr's shoulder and agreed to continue on this quest. And she was really being crazy now as she shoved the leg-slashed orc away with her shield arm and used her sword to temporarily deflect the other orc before being able to swing her shield at him. Then the blond realized something,"Where is the warg?"
The Twi'lek padawan was halted in place as she felt the Jedi Council Members' deaths. It was just too shocking, too terrible. But her feelings of dread didn't end there. It intensified, like an ambush that was about to happen. Her ears barely registered the snap-hiss of her lightsaber and her muscles the adoption of the Form III start stance as she felt around, trying to figure out what the attack was coming from and by who. Obi-wan had taken care of General Grievous, he would have been a match for the best Jedi masters. But there was no sense of droids coming, yet her instincts had placed her into the style best suited to deflect multiple blaster bolts. Then the second wave hit the girl, the temple itself was being invaded, but by what?
All she felt were clones, with the usual, unquestioning dedication to duty and following orders, following a Jedi... She felt his soul; full of anger, betrayal, confusion, and understood the dying Jedi. She just didn't quite realize the true reason only clone blasters were being heard, thinking at first that they were helping take down the dark one before an initiate came in crying out, "It's the clones," before succumbing to a blast of a blue laser bolt. Then the Force led her through motions of Soresu as the bolts tumbled into the Archives as her mind reeled with the revelation, "A Fallen Jedi's gotten hold of the clones."
"Come on Jasma, no time for freezing up," the twi'lek thought as her combat mood kicked on, fighting against the shock of having to fight former well trusted allies. "You know you can't hold out long doing just pure lightsaber combat, you're just not that good, and T'ish is not here to draw the majority of the fire. If you hold them back for a bit, the initiates might have a better chance to escape and the archivists might be able to get at least some of the data collection out safely. After that, you can try to make your way out and hope that T'ish, Xai'qui, and his master all survived. What's usable around here?" Her mind then rested on the nearby busts of the Twenty. And if the door could be closed again. "Forgive me, masters," the padawan sent to the Force as she sideways Force jumped out of the direct blaster fire. Then she telekinesised the two closest and threw them one after another at the approaching clones before slamming the door. But the clones were too numerous, some had already come through and the rest quickly blasted away the ancient door. Jasma had been forced back into her defensive Soresu, trying anything throwable as the form allowed. Trying to fight against the inevitable overwhelming.
It was then that she heard her master's call, "Jasma...Jasma can you hear me?" He shouted, his amplified voice echoing so that those close enough would hear, "I am in the Archives, where are you?! Follow my voice and you will find me. Everyone is in danger, we must all get out, now. By our wits we may still survive this."
"Coming master," the twi'lek shouted back. Then she Force Jumped out of their range once more before breaking out into a full Force Run to reach her master quickly, dodging bolts and obstacles and regretting not having learned Force Shield yet. Finally, she found him, his Kel Dorian figure a welcome sight. T'ish's padawan finished the final distance between the two and said, "I'm here now, T'ish. What's the plan?"
All she felt were clones, with the usual, unquestioning dedication to duty and following orders, following a Jedi... She felt his soul; full of anger, betrayal, confusion, and understood the dying Jedi. She just didn't quite realize the true reason only clone blasters were being heard, thinking at first that they were helping take down the dark one before an initiate came in crying out, "It's the clones," before succumbing to a blast of a blue laser bolt. Then the Force led her through motions of Soresu as the bolts tumbled into the Archives as her mind reeled with the revelation, "A Fallen Jedi's gotten hold of the clones."
"Come on Jasma, no time for freezing up," the twi'lek thought as her combat mood kicked on, fighting against the shock of having to fight former well trusted allies. "You know you can't hold out long doing just pure lightsaber combat, you're just not that good, and T'ish is not here to draw the majority of the fire. If you hold them back for a bit, the initiates might have a better chance to escape and the archivists might be able to get at least some of the data collection out safely. After that, you can try to make your way out and hope that T'ish, Xai'qui, and his master all survived. What's usable around here?" Her mind then rested on the nearby busts of the Twenty. And if the door could be closed again. "Forgive me, masters," the padawan sent to the Force as she sideways Force jumped out of the direct blaster fire. Then she telekinesised the two closest and threw them one after another at the approaching clones before slamming the door. But the clones were too numerous, some had already come through and the rest quickly blasted away the ancient door. Jasma had been forced back into her defensive Soresu, trying anything throwable as the form allowed. Trying to fight against the inevitable overwhelming.
It was then that she heard her master's call, "Jasma...Jasma can you hear me?" He shouted, his amplified voice echoing so that those close enough would hear, "I am in the Archives, where are you?! Follow my voice and you will find me. Everyone is in danger, we must all get out, now. By our wits we may still survive this."
"Coming master," the twi'lek shouted back. Then she Force Jumped out of their range once more before breaking out into a full Force Run to reach her master quickly, dodging bolts and obstacles and regretting not having learned Force Shield yet. Finally, she found him, his Kel Dorian figure a welcome sight. T'ish's padawan finished the final distance between the two and said, "I'm here now, T'ish. What's the plan?"
Alice nodded and armed herself with her shield and sword, just in case a scout did spot them. Then huntress quietly walked on, moving towards the edge of the orc's path so she wouldn't be totally exposed in the open area the orcs left behind. Her eyes scanned around, trying to catch any trace of a scout before he caught theirs."Who is this person that Veo is so insistent about getting this stone for? Alice wondered. "Here we are. About to try sneaking into an orc camp without getting caught all for some jewel? Hmm, don't recall any rumors about him and any of the girls having any sort of relation. OK, there might be a few, but all of them were perfectly groundless in the end. Heck, some people were trying to match him up with Mom for a while.
With that, the village girl's thoughts rested on her mother,"I hope she isn't too worried when she finds out I went bandit hunting with Veo and two strangers. That wouldn't be good for the baby. She really has been happier though since her marriage. I really should look into leaving the village soon. Mom has a new family now and I just remind her of Dad. I would eventually fade out of the village memory and maybe a fleeting remembrance would remain for her. But the baby and anymore to come would occupy the remainder along with Jonathan and she would finally be completely at peace. It would be better though Alice if the cause of your leaving was not a careless death by orcs who surprised you, so get back to the present and focus." Which the huntress did, making all her thoughts be occupied with the trees, the silence, the distant campfire, and the possibility of orc scouts around.
With that, the village girl's thoughts rested on her mother,"I hope she isn't too worried when she finds out I went bandit hunting with Veo and two strangers. That wouldn't be good for the baby. She really has been happier though since her marriage. I really should look into leaving the village soon. Mom has a new family now and I just remind her of Dad. I would eventually fade out of the village memory and maybe a fleeting remembrance would remain for her. But the baby and anymore to come would occupy the remainder along with Jonathan and she would finally be completely at peace. It would be better though Alice if the cause of your leaving was not a careless death by orcs who surprised you, so get back to the present and focus." Which the huntress did, making all her thoughts be occupied with the trees, the silence, the distant campfire, and the possibility of orc scouts around.
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Like mother, like daughter it seems. :) Why does its premiere have to be when a bunch of homework is coming up?
@Lugia Any time now.
And I don't mean to be rude, I understand that it is hard enough just to get the posts up and decide on whether an attacks succesfull or not. But has there been any new support levels reached or are we disregarding that now?
And I don't mean to be rude, I understand that it is hard enough just to get the posts up and decide on whether an attacks succesfull or not. But has there been any new support levels reached or are we disregarding that now?
OK, @Jbcool. Now would be a good time to bump into her on the way into the library as she heads out. (For all intents and purposes, she's still in the library for this turn).
"Ugh, Seris is right," Jasma said, putting down the datapad. "Unless one of us was a technopathic like Skywalker or something like, we could never get into the system."
"What should we do then, Jas?" Xai'qui asked, chucking aside his own datapad. "No one else seems to be doing anything. And Seris seems like the only one that's concerned."
The Twi'lek then looked around for herself. Indeed, everyone else was acting like it was a normal, peaceful day at the Temple. The blue girl considered the options a bit before deciding, "We may as well follow Seris's advice. You go to your master, maybe he'll have a clearer idea of what's going to happen from his meditation. I'll first talk to one of the Archivists and see if they're backing up the files at all or would like assistance, then go find T'ish."
"But, Jas," the human started.
"I'll be alright, Xai," Jasma replied. "If the trouble were more immediate than it would be overpowering. Besides, I'm not helpless. There's plenty to telekinesis with and I can use a lightsaber."
Xai grinned at the last part, "Then how come I win every duel?" Then he became serious again,"Just, be careful, alright?"
"Alright. You too, please." Jasma replied. Then with a grin, the boy rushed out for his master and the girl sighed. "You better be careful."
Then Jasma set out, looking for an Archivist and wondering why everyone was so unperturbed by the force's disturbance.
Her answer would come when the Archivist she found said, "No, your assistance is not needed, thank you. And there are no backups in progress. You shouldn't get so overexcited. This disturbance is merely the aftershock from the battle here, you should prepare for when the joyous news of the war's end arrives, not fretting over a mere shadow, padawan."
"This is no mere shadow,"came the Twi'lek's sharp reply. "I know what a battle's aftereffects feel like. This is not at all the same. The Force is warning of something in the near future. This Archive contains about all of the universe's knowledge, including what's not anywhere else. If this something happens and we're not ready, all of it..."
"Nothing's going to happen, padawan." The Archivist sharply stated, spating at the padawan for emphasis. "You ought to listen to your betters, those who have more experience in the force then you have. Now if you will excuse me, "she said while getting up. "I must not waste anymore time talking with pretentious upstarts." Then the Archivist left to help one of the knights find a holocron or something.
"Pretentious upstart," Jasma thought. "I try to help save the archives, knowing I would be no good in the frontlines of whatever this happening is. And she calls me pretentious? Calm down Jasma. There is no emotion, there is peace." Then she took some deep breathes in and out, feeling herself relaxing and relieving the annoyance. Afterwards, the Twi'lek set out to find her master, knowing he at least wouldn't snub her off without cause.
"What should we do then, Jas?" Xai'qui asked, chucking aside his own datapad. "No one else seems to be doing anything. And Seris seems like the only one that's concerned."
The Twi'lek then looked around for herself. Indeed, everyone else was acting like it was a normal, peaceful day at the Temple. The blue girl considered the options a bit before deciding, "We may as well follow Seris's advice. You go to your master, maybe he'll have a clearer idea of what's going to happen from his meditation. I'll first talk to one of the Archivists and see if they're backing up the files at all or would like assistance, then go find T'ish."
"But, Jas," the human started.
"I'll be alright, Xai," Jasma replied. "If the trouble were more immediate than it would be overpowering. Besides, I'm not helpless. There's plenty to telekinesis with and I can use a lightsaber."
Xai grinned at the last part, "Then how come I win every duel?" Then he became serious again,"Just, be careful, alright?"
"Alright. You too, please." Jasma replied. Then with a grin, the boy rushed out for his master and the girl sighed. "You better be careful."
Then Jasma set out, looking for an Archivist and wondering why everyone was so unperturbed by the force's disturbance.
Her answer would come when the Archivist she found said, "No, your assistance is not needed, thank you. And there are no backups in progress. You shouldn't get so overexcited. This disturbance is merely the aftershock from the battle here, you should prepare for when the joyous news of the war's end arrives, not fretting over a mere shadow, padawan."
"This is no mere shadow,"came the Twi'lek's sharp reply. "I know what a battle's aftereffects feel like. This is not at all the same. The Force is warning of something in the near future. This Archive contains about all of the universe's knowledge, including what's not anywhere else. If this something happens and we're not ready, all of it..."
"Nothing's going to happen, padawan." The Archivist sharply stated, spating at the padawan for emphasis. "You ought to listen to your betters, those who have more experience in the force then you have. Now if you will excuse me, "she said while getting up. "I must not waste anymore time talking with pretentious upstarts." Then the Archivist left to help one of the knights find a holocron or something.
"Pretentious upstart," Jasma thought. "I try to help save the archives, knowing I would be no good in the frontlines of whatever this happening is. And she calls me pretentious? Calm down Jasma. There is no emotion, there is peace." Then she took some deep breathes in and out, feeling herself relaxing and relieving the annoyance. Afterwards, the Twi'lek set out to find her master, knowing he at least wouldn't snub her off without cause.
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