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Talija & Vivithe
~| Day 2, 8:01 - 8:30 |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Surveillance Chamber |~
After everything she had fought for and how far she had come, was this supposed to be the next chapter in her life? Talija had found herself in the thralls of her enemy— The Sith. As a member of the Jedi Order who had only just obtained her Knighthood for about a galactic standard year she could not believe that this is where she was going to be now. Who was to know how long it would last on this damned Sith starship? The teenaged Sephi narrowed her brows; this would just be another test like it had been on Cyrillia and she would endure whatever accursed plans that her captors had in mind for her. All she knew now is that she was exchanging hands from one sith to another, and despite all of her resilience or resolve she felt nervous as a pit began to be felt in her stomach. She remembered this feeling on Cyrillia when her master struggled against the Sith who came down upon her and she felt it again when that master became one with the force when the flurry of crimson collided with her chest. This was the Dark Side Talija felt. She didn’t know if she was ready to face it so soon, she wasn’t sure if she had ever really grasped how to stay completely stalwart in the shadow of that darkness.
“There is no emotion, there is peace.” She muttered under her breath to which one of the Sith who had brung her here shoved her with a strong push.
She stumbled to the floor, falling to her knees. A punishment for her defiance?
“There is no emotion, there is peace.” She repeated.
Talija cringed as their foot connected with her back. Normally she was more conditioned than this, but the interception of The Enteliis by Sith Empire soldiers and warriors was a battle she had been overwhelmed by, especially physically. She could feel the pressure of the foot on her back as something else became apparent. The sound of footsteps? I suppose it was here where the trade would take place. She had caught the name of the ship she was being taken to from conversation between the Sith troopers but she knew nothing more than that, what was it again? The Kalgath? The Kongeth? Wait no— The Kaggath.
“We’re ready for the exchange.” One of her captors spoke clearly and respectively. But to who? Talija looked up, her sienna-colored eyes narrowing to focus.
Vivithe had gotten word of the new prisoner arrival and had began her walk to intercept it, she had managed to secure passage for the prisoner onto the Kaggath and she herself would greet the prisoner, then bring her to the cells with the others. It was a simple enough task, she could do it in her sleep, but that wasn’t why she chose to do it. It gave her a valuable way to read the new Jedi, maybe even make a first impression with her.
“I’ll take her from here, boys.” Vivithe said right as she entered through the hangar room doors to find the prisoner in cuffs, surrounded by several lesser Sith. A smile was on her beautiful face as she spoke, she had made sure she looked irresistible to anyone who would be interested in her, some makeup here and there to go along with her usual robe. It wasn’t a bad idea, never knew with some of the Jedi. It didn’t take much to make herself look any more striking than she already was.
“As you wish, Lady Lansha.” One of Talijia’s captors replied, then pushed the Jedi forward where Vivithe placed a hand on her shoulder after she nodded at the Sith who had handed the prisoner over. Two of the soldiers already onboard the Kaggath had followed the Sith Lord to the exchange, they were silent and were commanded to remain so unless Vivithe spoke to them.
“What is your name, girl?” Vivithe asked as she turned and lead the Jedi out of the hangar and into a hallway, the two grunts following behind them. She had already been briefed on who the prisoner was, but she wanted to know how easily she would give her name.
Talija took a light breath as the Sith asked her for her name. “Why do you care?”
“Because it is much easier to interact with someone if I know their name, it’s only formal.” Vivithe said as they started to walk, her alongside the Jedi, the two soldiers behind.
The young Jedi Knight repeated the Jedi Code in her head, she was in the belly of her enemy and needed to remind herself of that. “I am on a starship made to imprison, torture, and convert Jedi. This is hardly a formal scenario.”
“Well, I’m not torturing or trying to convert you, but if you don’t feel you need to give your name then that is fine. It is only a name, girl.” Vivithe replied as she walked, her hands folded behind her, her eyes on the Jedi next to her.
“It’s only a matter of time, Lady Lansha, it’s what you Sith do..” Talija replied, expression calm as she followed albeit defiantly.
“Is that so?” Vivithe asked, one eyebrow raised at the Jedi.
The sephi nodded, “Indeed.”
“How did they capture you, exactly?” She asked the Jedi, though she was certain the girl wouldn’t give her a real answer, the old quiet captive way. They always ended up speaking at one point.
“Superior numbers and unfair tactics.” She answered. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t stay silent but something about the situation made her want to continue with the conversation at least to see where it was going and what the Sith’s intentions and curiosities were about it.
“That’s war for you, girl. Fair tactics are used by the losers. A victor isn’t afraid to fight dirty if it means victory.” She said, the advice coming from her own experience as a tactician before she joined the Sith on the Kaggath.
“I never said they weren’t strategically sound. Though I’m not sure what you Sith wanted a civilian transport vessel for. But as you said, dirty tactics.” Talija stated without blinking-- she had dealt with Sith before though in this instance she would not let fear or discomfort affect her. She was stronger now than she was then. She would not tremble in their presence… she would refuse to be afraid.
“I’m sure there was a greater reason for taking the transport than you would believe there is. Every move such as that has a reason behind it. The Sith are organized and careful like that.” Vivithe said with a smile.
Talija shrugged, “Possibly. But you Sith are also notably vicious and overzealous; your need for war is why your religion’s organization never lasts for long. Peace can never exist between Jedi and Sith as long as the Sith are at war with themselves.”
“Peace, that is a funny word for the situation. I do recall the Jedi helped to annihilate the Sith Empire before the current one. If we came and asked for a peaceful way to start our order backup then the Jedi would still damn us based on our own beliefs which are too different from their own.” Vivithe replied, still calm with her words as ever.
“It is hard to argue the fact of our faith and their histories are chequered with violence, hate, fear, distrust, and misunderstandings. But how many times was it Sith who destroyed the Sith as well? I know the histories; of Malak and Revan, others like them.”
“And how many times has it been when the Jedi have stood ideally by while the galaxy breaks around them? I do recall Malak and Revan put an end to the Mandalorian Wars while the Jedi Council sat on their hands, content with the Mandolorian’s raiding and pillaging of innocents as they pleased. How many millions more would have died if Revan and Malak hadn’t took action?”
“Too many. I do not pretend to agree with the old council or pretend to know of your current Sith council. But I’ve heard what needless violence happened on Coruscant, Alderaan, and other planets. I’ve seen the fury of the Sith with my own eyes and I think the viciousness has not faded... and that this violence is pointless. How many lives will die in this war if either our religions refuses to break? Do you think that is a good conclusion?” Talija retorted, trying to combat the Sith’s logic with her own.
“All violence is needless to an idealistic Jedi, but life is not like that. Your side has been given every opportunity to concede, but they have chosen not to and as a result millions have perished. The violence is not needless, it has all been for survival of the Empire. The Jedi preach peace yet refuse to give it a chance when the Sith are the other side.” Vivithe said, her headed turned as she locked eyes with the girl.
“You must know that is more because of the council’s support for the survival of democracy and not the destruction of imperialism.” Her eyes narrowed. “We had peace. But then you attacked Coruscant and removed all doubt that you Sith just want destruction and domination; that you refuse to coexist far more than we.”
“The Republic’s idea of democracy is a sad lie, a terrible joke. Corruption exists everywhere within the senate, it is ignored, slavery still exists within the galaxy. That too is ignored by a senate that constantly speaks out against that practice, their politics are bought by sex and credits.”
Talija met the Sith’s eyes defiantly as she continued their debate of sorts. “Corruption can never truly be removed from politics or the universe at large. Much like where there is light there will be darkness. They cannot exist without the other. I would prefer an attempt at democracy rather than the dominion of imperialism. But do you even value freedom or believe the Jedi Order has it?”
“Freedom is the Sith way. Freedom to love, freedom to express true emotions, freedom to take the proper actions. My chains are broken Jedi, can you say the same about yourself?” Vivithe asked as they moved towards a door on the side of the hallway, the surveillance room.
“I don’t know, you are the one holding them.”
Vivithe let out a laugh at the comment, she did not expect a joke to come out of the girl's mouth. It caught the Sith offguard as the door to their side came open, the Sith stopping Talija and herself in front of it, her eyes moved towards the two guards behind them, and within a moment both of them had taken position on each side of the door outside of it.
“Come, we can continue our conversation in privacy.” Vivithe said as she entered the room, the monitors at the end of it displaying a sudden incident taking place in another part of the ship.
“Not like I have much of a choice.” Talija commented as they stepped forward into another room, the Jedi’s eyes widening for a second as she caught sight of the monitors and the incident being relayed by them. The scene most certainly made her uncomfortable, but she refused to show her surprise or discomfort… or at least to the best extent that she could. The scene was jarring and it made her feel helpless as a Jedi and a guardian of others. But worst of all was that she recognized someone. There was not enough expletives in a smuggler or fringer’s vocabulary to describe how she felt right now.
Vivithe had caught the Jedi’s reaction, resisting the urge to put a devilish smile on her face as she watched the young girl’s eyes widen. She looked back to the monitors at what was transpiring, then put on her best attempt at acting like she too was surprised.
“Well, I did not expect that. A powerful Sith lord and some of the captives in a brawl, I feel bad for those Jedi. That Sith in particular is incredibly brutal and powerful, they won’t last long.” She said, as she raised a hand to her face to cover her mouth, her eyes acting in false surprise.
“I think even a man under the influence of a lot of Whyren's Reserve could tell you that.” She stated, recalling an expression her father used to say about something being ‘obvious’. It pained her to see this and… to see someone she knew in such dire straits. But what could she do from where she was? What if this was all a test to trick her into showing bonds to manipulate her further?
“Do you think they’re bold enough to launch at a lightsaber wielding lizard?” Vivithe asked as her eyes focused on the ignited red weapon in Sish’s hand.
“Bold enough? No. Desperate enough? Perhaps.” The Sephi frowned, not only did she feel defenseless but this was the kind of thing that most Jedi would feel uncomfortable about even disregarding familiarity of the individual. Her eyes looked within her sight radius: was there anything in the room she could use to her advantage and perhaps help? If she could, would it even matter on an entire ship full of Sith?
“That boy got hit hard,” Vivithe commented as Xid was flung into Andri on the video. The girl behind her had reacted tellingly to the video, it was likely she knew one or more of the Jedi in it. She just had to figure out which one and abuse that knowledge enough. “He’s barely standing, looks like he’ll fall right over at even the smallest push.” She added.
“He’s lost his footing and he’s fatigued. I don’t know if the group has a chance with their current tactics.” Talija could feel the disappointment her masters would have right now, analyzing the situation like she was and not thinking harder to find a solution to aid her allies. She shouldn’t be standing here watching it like it was some pit sport.
“This is why you wanted to come to this room.” Talija stated blankly before she added to it. “To convince me that it is pointless to resist and to submit to you now.”
“Clever girl, tell me, honestly, do you know any of these Jedi? I’m certain you do, no point in lying now, I can see through them.” Vivithe asked as she turned to face Talija.
“I may have met some of them in passing. They do seem familiar, but I wasn’t prone to engaging in copiousness amounts of conversation at the temple.”
“Hmm, I see. Do you want to help them? Do you think you can, against that beast?”
“I would want to, yes. But I am uncertain that it would benefit any of them. I would prefer to defeat you in this room, but that would leave me surrounded by Sith. I am sure you also are aware that my injuries have fatigued me more than it I make it seem. It’s one of the first things you noticed.”
She looked slightly to the left directly at the Sith with an expression one she had given before: defiance.. “I am certain I would be able to fight that ‘beast’ as well as you had I not been injured or my lightsaber taken.”
“You’re not strong enough. Even with injuries someone skilled with the Force would be able to find a way to defeat an enemy, especially one surrounded by its own enemies. You’re too weak to help them.” Vivithe said, her voice ringing with honesty.
“Your words mean nothing to me, Sith.”
“They do to your friends’ lives.”
Talija took a step back with her frown blatant and her eyes dulling. “You will find it difficult to break me.”
“That is what they all say, then they do ‘break’. Your Jedi ways and thoughts have made you weak, if you were strong then you wouldn’t have let yourself be captured.”
“As you believe. But I do not share that belief. You are welcome to bathe in your ignorance, passion, and hate but it will be your undoing eventually. You can attempt to break me or twist me or manipulate me but you will fail as I do not fear you or your dark religion. I know that there is no death but only the force and I will gladly become one with it. I am unafraid.”
“Eventually? Why not now?” Vivithe asked, then rose a hand as she undid the Jedi’s cuffs through the Force, tossing them to the side with a clang.
“I see.” Talija cursed in her thoughts, she had no lightsaber and had a lot to learn in a straight fight with the force. She had no knowledge of echani martial arts or any other unarmed combat offense. She wasn’t afraid but between her fatigue from her injuries and the psychological twisting this Sith woman attempted she knew she couldn’t do much at this point in time. But she reminded herself that others before her had done more.
“It’s not too late for you, you know. You could stop all of this incessant torture and death. You could reject this darkness.”
“And become weak like you? Shred all that makes me who I am? I have power, Jedi. Respect is given to me everywhere I walk.”
“You’re wrong. You don’t have respect; you have fear. And you most definitely don’t have power.” Talija smiled, breaking her frown. “The force does.”
“Is that so?” Vivithe asked, then rose a hand to her face, her lips moving slightly, then the door came open behind Talija as one of the guards from before entered the room and unceremoniously swung the butt of his rifle into the back of the Jedi’s legs.
“I believe that involves respect for me to follow such an order, striking a dangerous Jedi with all her limbs unbound.”
Talija fell to the floor, her reflexes were still weak after the battle on the Enteliis. Had she had her lightsaber and time to recover… maybe she could’ve reacted in time. Her eyes kept on the Sith. “Is that a lie you tell yourself so often you’ve come to believe it? Heh.”
The guard moved closer behind the girl, then placed the barrel of his rifle against the back of her head. Vivithe with a smile looked at the situation.
“There is no death, there is the force.”
“The Force shall free me,” Vivithe replied as the guard loudly loaded his blaster and pressed it closer to Talija’s head as Vivithe walked towards her and placed a manicured hand on the Jedi’s chin. “I’m afraid death will be the last thing you shall receive onboard this ship. What will happen instead will be much, much worse. It’s a shame, you're such a pretty girl, have so much potential Though you might not be so pretty once you’re done here.” She added.
Talija offered no reply as she remained in silence.
“You really are weak, you could have used the Force to pull the weapon out of the guard’s hand, tried to make a move for my own weapon, thrown something from in the room at me. Endless possibilities. Do they teach you to just kneel down before your enemies and put up no resistance?”
“I will recover, I will endure, and believe me when I tell you this. I have resistance and you will see it when you are defeated.”
“Kind of difficult to defeat someone when you’re on your knees before them.” She said back, a smile on her face as she stood straight up.
“In time, Lady Lansha. In time.”
A sound could be heard of flesh hitting flesh as Lady Lansha slapped the girl with an open palm. Hard enough to hurt, maybe even leave a mark.
The defiant Sephi only cringed through the pain, unflinching as the Sith resorted to violence.
“You’re weak, you’ll be one of the first to break, I can almost guarantee it.” Vivithe said, then glanced at the soldier behind the Jedi who smacked the girl in the temple with the butt of his blaster, almost certainly knocking her out.
@seriousarmour
Leader of the splinter faction, not personally leading them there. If you want to be canonical about it technically the Jedi Exile is the one leading the Jedi at Eres III.
Jedi Exile is the one leading the Jedi
Jedi Exile
Ant-Man
NAME
Henry “Hank” Pym, Jr.
MORAL ALIGNMENT
Hero
AFFILIATION
Pym Technologies
ORIGIN AND BACKSTORY
Henry and his sister, Hope, were born in 1988 as a set of fraternal twins in the Pym Estate in New York City. For most of his childhood a degree of his parents past seemed shaded in ambiguity. This was due to the fact of Henry Pym (Sr.) and Janet Van Dyne’s former work with the federal agency known as SHIELD, a secret that the two tried to keep buried throughout their children’s youth. As it is known, Henry Pym founded Pym Technologies whilst he also invested in his wife’s start-up company called Yellowjacket — a fashion design firm that due to Janet’s expertise in business and enterprise led to a successful venture that became one of the most relevant fashion & design firms in New York City.
After a brief attendance at Empire University Hank found himself bored and feeling anxious at home. His father and mother had recently separated due to an altercation between them that led to additional stress at the Pym Estate. Whilst his sister fell into academia as a full-on exile Hank seemed to approach his stressful feelings in the opposite direction as he began to get into a string of debates that turned into messy arguments with his father. After several of these arguments and the issues that followed Hank decided he was done with New York and took a flight to Europe for an extended period of time. In the period that followed he began wandering as a sort of wayward soul as he traveled through Transia, Sokovia, Slokovia, Lichtenbad, Latveria, and other countries as he tried to not only get away from the expectations of his family and his peers but also to gather his thoughts— to become something closer to himself and not “Henry Pym II”. However, years later in 2011 Hank returned when Hope, the only one he kept in contact with, reached out to him telling Hank that he had to come home immediately—something had happened.
Henry Pym, Hank’s father had been hospitalized. Annoyed at however this could’ve happened, whatever bridges he thought were broken between him and his father seemed to reconstruct overnight as he took flight from Paris to New York. His father’s condition brought the fractured family together in a weird fit of irony – something that Hank would reflect on much later. Following clues left by his father, he discovered the culprit of his father’s condition being Pym Technologies co-founder, Elias Weams, who was on the brink of discovering “Weams Particles” and continuing a project that Pym wanted buried due to the dangers of not only development of the technologies but also the military consequences that were bound to follow-- Pym refused to allow his company to go the way of Stark or Osborn. Knowing Pym was in his way Weams hired an individual to take care of him named Hargood Wickham. After discovering his father’s “Ant Man” suit, his journal, and connecting the plot to Wickham and Weams he proceeded with stopping Weams’ intentions by donning the Ant-Man suit and infiltrating the facility to sabotage the fruits of Weams’ labor. This would end with a battle (after dispatching Wickham) between Hank and Weams’ – but not before Weams donned the “Gigantus” suit himself driving him insane in the process. When Weams was defeated he found himself at the center spotlight to the world and the vigilante career for Hank had begun.
It seemed like the Pym family was back on track with the recovery of Henry Pym and his rekindling of his relationship with Janet, Hope’s extreme success at taking control of Pym Technologies in the aftermath of Elias Weams betrayal and attempted murder of her father, and Hank’s own passion for helping others through the identity of Ant-Man— things were settling back in. Deciding to stay out of Pym Technologies Hank looked to focusing full-time on helping others and looking into the history of the AST-62 suit through discussions with his father. As 2011 came to a close he found himself stopping many threats unaware that there was one just looming on the horizon…
POWERS & ABILITIES
- Genius Level Intelligence – Henry has inherited the intellectual capacity and capability of both of his parents and despite not using it as often as he should still shows that he is an extremely smart as well as creative individual who thinks consistently out of the box and on his feet. This lends to a great ability to get out of difficult combat scenarios as well as engineering gadgets seemingly on the fly.
- AST-62 – Codenamed the “Ant-Man”. The AST-62 (although heavily modified) is a state of the art technological exo-suit developed by Henry Pym Sr. to exploit the utility of Pym Particles for a variety of uses. The suit was ideal for covert operations during the Cold War especially due to its ability to shrink or expand the wearer in size by several magnifications, enhancing the wearer’s speed & strength, and also using a cybernetic helmet with low frequency psionic emitters could grant communication and partial control of insects.
- Hand-to-Hand Combat – Starting with self-defense classes in the twins childhood, Henry was introduced to judo and karate classes which he kept up decently into his teenage years which is when he “got bored” of the instruction during his rebellious phase. Recently he has been implementing his martial arts into his crime-fighting.
SAMPLE STORY ARCS
- Avengers Initiative
- The Zodiac
- Sting of the Beetle
- Black Ant
- Ultron: Awakening
SAMPLE POST
“Do you want ants, Hank? This is how you get ants!”
“You just said…” Hank’s smile grew before suddenly he just lost it.
Maria Trovaya had no idea why Henry “Hank” Pym Jr. had just bursted out in laughter, making her feel like a damned idiot in the process. Maria’s brows narrowed and her cheeks rose in agitation as she slammed her foot down in Hank’s apartment in New York City trying to stop his childish outburst. The apartment was not particularly lavish and it was only accented by her frustration of how her supposed boyfriend was keeping his apartment; open containers of sugar on the floor, a broken sink that he still hadn’t gotten to, and various other issues that just pointed to the man’s lack of giving a shit entirely.
“...I’m sorry,” Hank let out an exhausted chuckle.
“Augh! You’re impossible, Hank!”
SLAM!
“...Maria. Oh shit.”
Hank ran the palm of his right hand of his face; he was such an idiot sometimes. The twenty-four year old knew that his girlfriend was going to be pissed with him and probably for more than a standard business week. He shook his head, that was the kind of shit that got him in trouble with his sister when they were younger-- one stupid joke led to one swift punch and Hope knew how to throw punches. His girlfriend however was less of the hitting type to tell him he was an idiot and more of the ‘I’m going to leave and not talk to you for a week because I think you laughed at me and thus belittled my entire existence’ type. Honestly after this relationship he found his sister so much more endearing. Definitely preferred the punching.
He took another breath as he turned to his kitchen as he tapped a small watch on his wrist. “You can come out now, she’s gone.” He muttered as a small group of ants emerged from their hiding places.
Well, his girlfriend was kind of right about the whole ants thing. Sort of.
KNOCK KNOCK!
“Huh? She’s never gotten over something this fast before…” Without thinking about the ants he went to open the door and a face he didn’t recognize looked down at him as a badge was shoved in his face-- one he recognized. SHIELD.
“Henry Pym Jr. I presume?”
Hank could feel his throat swell and his heart tick. “No, I’m Tony Stark. He lives a few doors down, you can’t miss him.”
“Very funny. But we need to have a conversation. About Ant-Man.”
Oriia xa Zuon
Torikkusuta Takako[Terran | 94 | Ori ]
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- Commanding Officer
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Zaelira xa Iros
Shinkoku Hikari[Terran | 74 | Zael ]
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- Teacher
A mathematics instructor at Meiran Science Frontier Academy.
- Senior Officer
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- Skill
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Meiali xa Xandis
Orokanamoto Aimi[Terran | 30 | Meia ]
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A tertiary first-year at Meiran Science Frontier Academy.
- Junior Officer
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- Medic
Meiali is a talented medical doctor with a memory that allows perfect recall of physiology, disease, injury, and poisons. Out of the entirety of Okami Squadron she is counted as one of the higher capacities for intelligence. As such Meiali is the squad’s primary surgeon, doctor, and field medic.
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Caiiln xa Ooirx
Ogokiken Rika[Terran | 33 | Cai ]
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SECTION II | MILITARY
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- Student
A tertiary first-year at Meiran Science Frontier Academy.
- Junior Officer
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- Skill
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| Name |
Samantha “Sami” Clarke
| Age |
18
| Gender |
Female
| Alias |
Sunstar
| Appearance |
With long dark brown hair, Samantha Clarke bears a fair appearance and of fit physique. As a civilian, Samantha bears a moderate fashion sense that lends to conservative over blatantly liberal clothing which reflects upon her personality.
| Personality |
For the daughter of a renowned physicist Samantha isn’t particular ingenious despite her finding her father’s work inherently fascinating. More interested in liberal arts than the sciences of the world she can discuss at length her opinions about art, music, and literature which her father has labeled as weak pursuits of the mind. Despite this they share a bond where Doctor Clarke has shown an affection for his daughter to the point of offering an internship at his laboratory, paying for her liberal arts college of choice, and supporting her however he can—this is probably due to her mother’s death when Samantha was four years old thus he has had the responsibility of raising her since. Otherwise, Samantha is a cheery and kind individual who puts her life in line to protect others which is something that her mother apparently had as a personality trait before her death. She can be sarcastic, but not snarky at times as well; but it’s more so as a defense mechanism.
| Skills |
Samantha has the skills of an eighteen year old girl who had some principal self-defense skills as a child. She isn’t a genius intellect. Samantha’s skills pertains to her interest in the liberal arts which pertains to the several forms of it including film, literature, and music. Some have told Samantha that her skills in art (painting) are quite good though her father has only ever seen it as a fruitless distraction.
| Powers |
Solar Energy Manipulation – Samantha’s powers are completely centered on the applications of solar energy manipulation which allows Samantha a variety of powers as an effect of such physiology that allows her to absorb such solar energy. Some of these powers are very substantial including the ability to use accumulated solar energy to: defy gravitational pull as solar energy allows her to levitate thus giving the illusion of flight, rely on solar energy reserves to substitute for generic subsistence allowing her to have a type of solar-powered longevity which also allows her to accelerate her immune system or metabolic system, and exerting pure energy from the palm of her hands which creates her base method of attack. The scope of the power is hard to say at this point due to it being fairly early in the development of the power.
| Equipment |
What equipment?
| Backstory |
Samantha Clarke was born to Dr. Richard Clarke and Detective Rebecca Jones in a suburban city tucked into Port City’s south-eastern side. Samantha lost her mother as a police sting turned deadly when she was four years old which she had been generally sheltered from for most of her life. Thus she grew up raised strictly by her father and had as normal of an upbringing as a daughter of a physicist could be. She finished high school in the top of her graduating class (but not the valedictorian).
The summer after graduation from her high school became an unforgettable event in Samantha’s life and one she still looks back on with a sense of displeasure. Over the summer she had been approached with the opportunity to intern at her father’s research lab which house a variety of scientific in-house projects which included Project Helios thus named after the Greek god for its relation with the sun and taking solar energy development to the next level in an attempt to outdate current fossil fuel energy stations. In a fit of irony it would be that her father’s team of scientists had been close to a breakthrough as they replicated an unstable ball of raw solar energy on a warm night that summer where despite exploding and causing a facility power outage showed the scientists were on the right track.
It was here at the end of the summer that Apollo Labs announced that their prototype was finished to select sources which threw the scientific community’s eyes on the in-house science team. However, a week before a showing of the technology to the United States Secretary of Energy the research reached critical as a noteworthy sabotage of the project was handled by Marcus Helms—a member of Apollo Labs who had been paid for his cooperation from competing labs. After stealing research data, Helms initiated a system overload that would destroy the entire facility by redirecting the solar energy created into an unstable state. Using a concealed firearm he then proceeded to make sure the majority of capable scientists on-hand during the night shift wouldn’t be able to shut down the process. However, Samantha attempted using what she had learned from her father’s lectures attempted to reverse the process when the alarms went off and gunshots echoed throughout the halls. After committing to procedure and waiting for the police (and on-call staff) to arrive instead headed directly to the experimental core.
Whilst she was marginally acceptable to minimizing an explosion, it came so that she had to go directly into the core to attempt a shutdown which even as she put all her effort into doing so—exploded with Samantha in the chamber—but something strange happened: instead of being nearly incinerated like two-fourths of the lab was, she found herself awoken in an emergency room at the local hospital an hour or two after the fact. The weirdest part was how her scarring (burn wounds that covered a deal of her body) would not be permanent as they began to heal impossibly fast over the course of days. The doctors called it a medical anomaly and as her father flown in to see his lab half destroyed and half of his staff dead in its wake he called off the appointment with the Secretary of Energy. Apollo Labs still was damaged financially and internally as her father attempted to get things back on track. However Samantha began noticing strange things about herself as emergence of her superpower began to terrify her. She confided in a prodigal scientist on her father’s team that happened to not been at the incident, Katy Townes, where they began to try to comprehend their situation. Townes theorized that Samantha was somehow ‘fused’ with the raw solar matter that exploded thus had gained some strange side effects. Samantha continues to attempt to conceal this development from her father… or perhaps herself as she feels uncomfortable with what she can do.
Samantha “Sami” Clarke
| Age |
18
| Gender |
Female
| Alias |
Sunstar
| Appearance |
With long dark brown hair, Samantha Clarke bears a fair appearance and of fit physique. As a civilian, Samantha bears a moderate fashion sense that lends to conservative over blatantly liberal clothing which reflects upon her personality.
| Personality |
For the daughter of a renowned physicist Samantha isn’t particular ingenious despite her finding her father’s work inherently fascinating. More interested in liberal arts than the sciences of the world she can discuss at length her opinions about art, music, and literature which her father has labeled as weak pursuits of the mind. Despite this they share a bond where Doctor Clarke has shown an affection for his daughter to the point of offering an internship at his laboratory, paying for her liberal arts college of choice, and supporting her however he can—this is probably due to her mother’s death when Samantha was four years old thus he has had the responsibility of raising her since. Otherwise, Samantha is a cheery and kind individual who puts her life in line to protect others which is something that her mother apparently had as a personality trait before her death. She can be sarcastic, but not snarky at times as well; but it’s more so as a defense mechanism.
| Skills |
Samantha has the skills of an eighteen year old girl who had some principal self-defense skills as a child. She isn’t a genius intellect. Samantha’s skills pertains to her interest in the liberal arts which pertains to the several forms of it including film, literature, and music. Some have told Samantha that her skills in art (painting) are quite good though her father has only ever seen it as a fruitless distraction.
| Powers |
Solar Energy Manipulation – Samantha’s powers are completely centered on the applications of solar energy manipulation which allows Samantha a variety of powers as an effect of such physiology that allows her to absorb such solar energy. Some of these powers are very substantial including the ability to use accumulated solar energy to: defy gravitational pull as solar energy allows her to levitate thus giving the illusion of flight, rely on solar energy reserves to substitute for generic subsistence allowing her to have a type of solar-powered longevity which also allows her to accelerate her immune system or metabolic system, and exerting pure energy from the palm of her hands which creates her base method of attack. The scope of the power is hard to say at this point due to it being fairly early in the development of the power.
| Equipment |
What equipment?
| Backstory |
Samantha Clarke was born to Dr. Richard Clarke and Detective Rebecca Jones in a suburban city tucked into Port City’s south-eastern side. Samantha lost her mother as a police sting turned deadly when she was four years old which she had been generally sheltered from for most of her life. Thus she grew up raised strictly by her father and had as normal of an upbringing as a daughter of a physicist could be. She finished high school in the top of her graduating class (but not the valedictorian).
The summer after graduation from her high school became an unforgettable event in Samantha’s life and one she still looks back on with a sense of displeasure. Over the summer she had been approached with the opportunity to intern at her father’s research lab which house a variety of scientific in-house projects which included Project Helios thus named after the Greek god for its relation with the sun and taking solar energy development to the next level in an attempt to outdate current fossil fuel energy stations. In a fit of irony it would be that her father’s team of scientists had been close to a breakthrough as they replicated an unstable ball of raw solar energy on a warm night that summer where despite exploding and causing a facility power outage showed the scientists were on the right track.
It was here at the end of the summer that Apollo Labs announced that their prototype was finished to select sources which threw the scientific community’s eyes on the in-house science team. However, a week before a showing of the technology to the United States Secretary of Energy the research reached critical as a noteworthy sabotage of the project was handled by Marcus Helms—a member of Apollo Labs who had been paid for his cooperation from competing labs. After stealing research data, Helms initiated a system overload that would destroy the entire facility by redirecting the solar energy created into an unstable state. Using a concealed firearm he then proceeded to make sure the majority of capable scientists on-hand during the night shift wouldn’t be able to shut down the process. However, Samantha attempted using what she had learned from her father’s lectures attempted to reverse the process when the alarms went off and gunshots echoed throughout the halls. After committing to procedure and waiting for the police (and on-call staff) to arrive instead headed directly to the experimental core.
Whilst she was marginally acceptable to minimizing an explosion, it came so that she had to go directly into the core to attempt a shutdown which even as she put all her effort into doing so—exploded with Samantha in the chamber—but something strange happened: instead of being nearly incinerated like two-fourths of the lab was, she found herself awoken in an emergency room at the local hospital an hour or two after the fact. The weirdest part was how her scarring (burn wounds that covered a deal of her body) would not be permanent as they began to heal impossibly fast over the course of days. The doctors called it a medical anomaly and as her father flown in to see his lab half destroyed and half of his staff dead in its wake he called off the appointment with the Secretary of Energy. Apollo Labs still was damaged financially and internally as her father attempted to get things back on track. However Samantha began noticing strange things about herself as emergence of her superpower began to terrify her. She confided in a prodigal scientist on her father’s team that happened to not been at the incident, Katy Townes, where they began to try to comprehend their situation. Townes theorized that Samantha was somehow ‘fused’ with the raw solar matter that exploded thus had gained some strange side effects. Samantha continues to attempt to conceal this development from her father… or perhaps herself as she feels uncomfortable with what she can do.
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