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Star Wars: Hazard Squad

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Holly got up, and pulled her ID cartridge from her belt. With a click it displayed her credentials. “Holly Springer, MZ-0122. Pending transfer to Hazard Squad.”

Another trooper suggested that a transmission needed to be gotten out for reinforcements. “No Dice,” Holly answered, “They brought a jammer on board.”

The room was secure, but it was only a matter of time before rebel soldiers came to lay seige on them.

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

A fairly boring day had unraveled in an instant. Blaster fire made up most of the traffic in the corridors. Dancing as best she could among them was Holly, helmet missing, holding a blaster pistol she'd picked up from one of the rebels. When this first broke out, she was woefully unprepared, entangled as she was in a rather compromising situation.

She blasted someone who she was at least mostly sure was not supposed to be there moments before barging through the next open door. She was greeted immediately with a Heavy Trooper aiming a gatling laser in her direction. She dove to the floor before the man could open fire.

"Hey," Holly yelled from the floor over the sounds of battle outside. "Was it one of you who complained too loudly about it being boring around here?"

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Poof, done. I don't know if someone needs to approve it before I can post?

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EDIT: Oh man, can I hope I get cleared to post soon, I have a great entrance.

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Name: Holly Springer
Age: 25
Appearance: A woman of middling height, light brown skin and dark brown, almond shaped eyes. Her otherwise wavy hair is kept shaved basically down to the skin(if she kept it long, her superiors made her put it in a bun).
Personality: Impetuous, quick to make friends, just as quick to make enemies.
Bio: A swoop racer from the undercity of Taris. Arrested as a teenager and given the choice of prison or conscription, she allowed herself to be consigned to the Imperial Storm Trooper Corps.
Skills: Capable pilot, generally unflappable.
Other: Was disqualified as a Tie pilot because she would play chicken in training simulations. The AI pilots in the simulation didn't know how to handle it and would crash right into her, lowering her score below an acceptable threshold, despite excellence in other areas.

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Is this accepting of new characters, or is it too late?

So.. anyone think a scifi fantasy role play sounds cool?... just me?

This is the sort of thing I'm into, do we have any kind of world or plot in mind yet?

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Is there a free spot in this now? @JBRam2002

Numenera: Stars of Glass

The light's in Monarch's eyes and mouth flashed rapidly. At first it might seem like her command had an effect, but only because the white coat didn't know them well enough to know that this was their version of laughing. "I am sorry, Madam. You are not the first to try that, and you probably won't be the last. There's nothing there to recover, I have tried myself. If you would like to ask me other personal questions, I only ask that you introduce yourself first."

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Play by post being weird the way it is, I left in a place where Elijah could be speaking. I can edit the post if necessary, but I figured that given the chance he would probably talk about his god.

Numenera: Stars of Glass

"I have not," Monarch answered the battle-priest, their voice conveying polite curiosity. They made silent note of the man's immediate assumption of their masculinity. It was a source of interest, bordering on amusement, to see how various people reacted to them. The spider-woman had an almost opposite reaction; rather than ignoring Monarch's mechanical nature, or assuming they could be treated as any other, she found it fascinating, and wanted to know more about it. Mon had seen both reactions in their time, and many in between. Though they had a basic set of emotions, the concept of offense did not translate very well to them, and neither immediate attention, nor ignorance to their unique state of being had any adverse effect. It was just something they noticed.

Monarch allowed themself to be led into the shop, and listened with some interest as the man told of his god. They paused briefly as they reached the proprietor's desk, where she readied herself to observe what they had.

"I am called Monarch-12," they indicated a marking above their right eye in a now-dead language. "It is a pleasure."