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5 yrs ago
Undertow only makes me think of Tool. Good album though.
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5 yrs ago
Incest in 1x1 interest check. Opinion invalidated.
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5 yrs ago
Yeah don’t ever recall BLM charging the US Capitol building, scaling the walls, attacking Capitol police and breaking windows to enter.
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5 yrs ago
RIP America 1776 - 2021. We had a good run.
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6 yrs ago
If I am made mod I will do what everyone truly desires and delete the status bar.
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ABOUT ME:
  • Male.
  • EST USA timezone.
  • Been RPing since 2011.
  • Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
  • GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.


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Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.

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@SleepingSilence 3/10.

It's pretty generic sounding, not good, but not unbearably bad. It seems like another alt rock-ish love song, though it vaguely seems sort of religious? I'm kind of getting that vibe from it.


Probably not everyone's cup of tea, but worth a listen.
@Jones Sparrow still here too.
@Didgeridont

4/10. It's laid back and chill but nothing really that noteworthy. The singer has a good voice, but the lyrics are pretty simple.

Revenant
On the edge of the Ilos system


As the Star Destroyer floated silently in space, the Maruaders within waited patiently for a new arrival. Lalni gazed out the wide window of the bridge, peering into the seemingly endless darkness of the stars. Her hands were folded behind her and she did not speak a word as her loyal underlings shifted behind her. Her fearsome bodyguard stood where he had been, at the side of her throne, keeping a watch of anyone that approached the powerful pirate leader.

"Captain, we've received a transmission from an approaching vessel. They claim to be a messenger of Koren Graeff of the Golden Exchange. The ship's credientials match up and they're requesting permission to board the Revenant." A Falleen pirate stated clearly, speaking from his position at a console on the bridge. Lalni took a brief moment to process the information, then spoke.

"Let them land in the hangar, then have them escorted right to the bridge. I'll speak with Graeff's messenger personally." The pirate queen calmly said as she walked back towards her throne, before taking her familiar seat there. The Falleen sent back his leader's orders, giving the ship clearance. She had been expecting one of Koren's people to come to her, it seemed now was the time.

Aboard the docking ship was a blue skinned pantoran, the yellow markings truly bringing out her features on her face. She wasn't intimidated by her surroundings, and indeed seemed remarkably calm at flying into the middle of a pirates nest of activity. As she walked tothe throne in what was once the bridge she bowed politely out of respect for her host. Her own employer had instructed her on the importance of proper ettiqute.

"Forgive me Captain, however I am unsure on the title with which you desire to be called. I however am Lassa. Envoy of Koren Graeff. I'm here to hire your band of pirates for a, deal, my employer is trying to make. Price to be discussed on acceptance or denial of the job."

"Captain is a fine title for me. Welcome to the Revenant, she's a fine ship ain't she?" Lalni said with a cocky smile as she leaned forward slightly in her seat. The prospect of employment from a wealthy and well-reputed from someone like Graeff intrigued her.

"We may be interested in taking a job offer from Mr. Graeff, will need to hear the fine details first though." She added. Giving Lassa the chance to interest her further.

Lassa held out her hand with a hologram transmitter in its palm. A hologram appeared of a T.I.E Fighter manufacturing station. "My employer needs to send a message, while he could attack this station and take it by force that would then require finding skilled personnel to work on it. However if he can convince it's commander to willingly work for him, that would be beneficial. My employer wishes to show how persuasive he can be in times of conflict, and ho wmuch weight his name carries. Have you attack the station, he'll declare himself and then you cease and desist. In payment my Employer will offer you a lifetime of replacements for any fighters you lose, information on Imperial and Hutt shipments in the region and a Light Cruiser."

"How heavily guarded is this station? Should we expect heavy Imperial resistance?" Lalni asked, her eyes moving towards the hologram then to Lassa. The mission had her attention, but she wanted to make sure she knew what they could be dealing with. Ships could be replaced, but loyal people were harder to replace.

"It isn't, they have remained off grid since the Emperor died. Removing almost every trace of their existence from the Empires systems. My employer discovered them, removed every other trace and let them have some times to themselves before he mad ehis offer. I should warn you though, should you seek to liberate the station for yourself, the reprecussions will be vast."

"Hm, I can assure you we will not take it for ourselves. I am no fool, I value beneficial partnerships with powerful people like your employer," Lallni said truthfully. If it were someone weaker than Koren then perhaps that would have been a lie, but she didn't want to cross him an by extension, the Golden Exchange.

"We'll accept your job offer. I'm sure Mr. Graeff will see just how effective the Maruaders can be." The pirate queen said with a smile.

Lassa handed an aide a holotablet. "Then you have the information required to make your course, by the time we arrive we should have perfect timing."

"Prepare our fighters, jump the Revenant into hyperspace near the coordinates. I want a hundred of you dogs ready to move out as soon as we reach that sector. I'll be seeing to this mission personally, to ensure it goes off without a hitch." Lalni said, barking out orders across the bridge as the pirate band kicked into action. She popped out of her throne with a burst of energy. It was a good old fashioned raid, it had been sometime since she flew her personal starfighter in a combat scenario. She was practically itching to fly again.

"I hope you're ready to see our little pirate band in action." Lalni confidently said to the messenger as the Revenant leaped into hyperspace.

Yisil truly felt the despair and sadness echo within his tendrils as he stood there, awaiting the Master Jedi's words. He tried not to let it get to him, instead attempting to look on the good side of life. Though, there was little positivity he could dwell on at a time like this. He then simply tried to drown out the vibrant pain in the room, forcing himself to listen to the robotic Jedi's speech.

He listened without uttering a word, the engineer had never been to Illum but knew the name. There were Jedi sites spread around the galaxy, it made sense for them head there. There was not much else they could truly do. Other than trying to go away from Republic space and avoid the newly minted Empire. Even then there was no certainty they'd be safe. Survival was their goal now, survival of the Jedi Order almost moreso than their own. He was no Jedi, but he would do his best to help with this goal.

"All is not lost. We're a team more than ever now. I can join you two in the cockpit if you'd like. I'm here for you both." The nautolan stated with a comforting smile to the pilots, patting Javi on the back gently then extending a hand to Alia.
As the firefight raged on, causing a ruckus in the middle of the town, the musician crept closer to the action. He poked his head out, peering towards the action as a stick of dynamite was lit. Dean gulped nervously as the explosive was clenched between Coyote's fingers, he didn't particularly want to see someone's hand get blown off. Especially not one of the good guys. Luckily he did not have to see that, as Leo dashed across a dirt road carrying the dynamite. It exploded loudly on the ground as the man went down an alley. His hands went to cover his ears as the nearby explosion went off.

Dean made a split second decision the moment after, he had lost sight of Leo as the man went down an alley, but he had to make sure the cocky gunslinger was alive. This whole firefight would be for nothing if the one that started the chaos ended up dead. He sprinted out into the open, six shooter in one hand. Dust kicked up behind him as he maneuvered, two of Dawson's took sight of him, then blasted off shots in his direction. Dirt kicked up on the ground around him as he kept moving, then slid down the same alley which Leo had ended up going into. Sweat was dripping down his face as he nearly slipped to the ground, his eyes finding the daring Coyote. Before he could a utter a word he heard rapidly approaching footsteps, then shifted his gaze to where he had entered the alley from. Angling towards him was one of the scoundrels, trying to get a drop on him.

Then two shots rang out. One slammed into the musician's left arm, just above the elbow, causing him to holler in shock. The other bullet danced through the air before driving into his attacker's collar. Blood soaked the man's vest as Dean squeezed off another shot, putting the lowlife down for good. Dean let out a deep breath, his hand feeling his fresh gunshot wound. He grasped it tightly, applying pressure. It had been a while since he'd been shot, of course he tried not to get into random firefights. Today was an exception to that. The wound wouldn't kill him, he just needed to get it patched up before long. Trying not to show an ounce of pain he glanced at Leo, and spoke.

"We gotta keep moving, Coyote. Can't let these dodgasted varmint catch us sleeping." He said with a determined expression, a slight smirk escaping his lips towards the end of his words.


this is a WIP.
In the heart of the Reclamation, a Nautolan worked alone. His hands were covered in grease, masking the calluses and cuts which dotted his green skin. Clenched between the fingers of one hand was a fine iron wrench, the engineer gently turned a screw, tightening it to the needed tightness. Then he sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his dark blue jumpsuit. Yisil Vruk slipped the wrench neatly into his toolbox, then shut it gently. He pulled a leather canteen off his belt, twisted the cap off and drank slowly.

As he rose to his feet and finished the needed adjustments on the radiator, Yisil was silent. The news had not quite hit him yet. A typically quiet and calm man, the engineer was filled with raging thoughts and emotions. He was still processing the information that had been relayed to him. The downfall of the Jedi, it came without warning and left him bewildered and saddened. The Nautolan had worked with Jedi before, worked with them know and he knew they were no traitors. He did not believe the Republic was capable of such a thing, he was never an idealistic type that believed the government was perfect, wholly without flaws. But was completely taken by surprise at their actions against the noble Jedi Order.

Yisil breathed deeply, then calmly walked out the room, hauling his toolkit in one arm. He wondered how the Jedi onboard the vessel must have felt at this very moment. An attempted extinction on one's kind was a difficult thought to process. He had worked alongside the peaceful Jedi on the ship for some time now. Developed a respect for them, received nothing but kindness and understanding. As the Master Jedi's voice came over the intercom, the engineer kept walking down the narrow hallway, attempting to clear his thoughts and calm his inner worries. It did not do much help as his mind continued to wander and debate within itself.

He could not leave the Reclamation, that would be wrong. This was his home, he had nowhere else to go. Yisil's working with the Jedi would make him a target to the now Empire, his best chance at survival was to stay with the crew. The Galactic Empire, it sounded foul as he processed it mentally. Even moreso when spoken. Empires were cruel and brutal, he feared the Republic of old as gone for good. No one knew what would happen now. The Reclamation had to survive, they were no traitors, they did not deserve to be branded as such.

The nautolan turned into the common area, stepping inside as the door came open. Many of the other crewmen were here, and the room was noticeably quiet. His head tendrils felt the sadness in the air, hints of fear, confusion and internal pain. He did not know what to say, for now he'd do his best to listen, while offering a warm shoulder and open ears to everyone affected by the dreadful event. Yisil was silent as he entered the room, giving a wide glance towards the others before he stood in a corner, placing his toolkit down quietly.

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