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@Courtaud not difficult at all! There’s plenty of guides to help with learning about the setting and factions. The Discord chat is a great place to chat with the GMs and ask any questions. At the moment we’re not in demand of any specific character type.

And I just realized how late the reply is. Well, shit. I have been busy recently.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

@Sep render judgement upon my padawan please. She's ready for review!

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Jedi Padawan Ryndi Das

Ryndi Das

Age: 17

Species: Human

Initiate Trials: Ryndi passed the trials with easiness. Hers took place on the main temple of Coruscant, the only Jedi temple she'd known. She recited the Jedi code flawlessly, then blindfolded used her lightsaber and the Force to spar with combat drones. For her third test she was tasked with detecting lies from a civilian in a mock trial type situation.

Lightsaber: Ryndi wields a single blue bladed lightsaber.

Skills: Ryndi is knowledgeable in three lightsaber forms, though she mainly only practices and trains herself in two of them. The first form she was taught was form I (Shii-cho) which helped her learn the basics of lightsaber combat. The two forms she focuses on are Form IV (Ataru) and Form V (Shien), her experience on the battlefield alongside her master (before his death) helped her with learning both these forms. She's at an apprentice level for both but could be molded into a formidable lightsaber duelist.

Outside of lightsaber combat she's been taught a few basics of martial arts typical to Jedi. She can hold her own in a brawl against some opponents, using the Force to aid her. She's also been taught the art in diplomacy by her master, displaying some charisma with her words. Her master also showed her the basics of battlefield strategy, she knows how to set up basic traps and ambushes.

Force Abilities: Ryndi is skilled with the basic Force powers such as push/pull, using both heavily in training and in combat. She has shown talent with the ability to throw a lightsaber in battle. She also knows how to use the Force to stun her opponents and create protective barriers, but she is not particularly skilled with either of these abilities.

Weaknesses:

• Grieving - Ryndi's master died on the battlefield a few weeks ago. She was helpless to watch him die and blames herself endlessly for it. Its caused her to become more withdrawn while filling herself with constant self doubt. Her sadness and anger is still very evident over the incident. Immediately following her master's death she succumbed to her emotions and her rage, giving her a brush with the dark side. She's still filled with fear from it, fear that she won't be able to succeed. If things get bad she could potentially fall into the darkness.
• Impatience - She's often headstrong in her actions and lacks the patience of more experienced Jedi. Ryndi will frequently charge into situations head on with an alarming boldness.
• Inexperienced - While she is a better combatant than most other padawans she is still technically an apprentice. Someone more experienced and stronger with a lightsaber should be able to beat her soundly. She does showcase potential but at the moment she does not have the experience or practice to be at a higher level.

Character History: Ryndi was born on the quiet farming world of Dantooine to a hardworking family. Her parents provided her and her two older brothers the best they could. When she was five years old a traveling Jedi knight came to the world on a diplomatic mission and discovered the young Ryndi. She would be taken offworld to Coruscant the next day, saying a final goodbye to her loving family. The change from the constant calmness of Dantooine to the endless bustling of Coruscant was something which took some getting used to. As was life without her family, though that was something many Jedi had to learn to deal with. She showed potency with the Force and would pass her initiate trials with relative ease.

She was taken as a padawan by the Jedi Knight Kej Gesi, a experienced Jedi guardian. Master Gesi was very talented with a lightsaber and the martial forms of the Jedi way. He would assist the young Ryndi in learning the ways of the Force greatly. Their first missions together often involved tracking down criminals, one of the most notable involved protecting a small village on a Republic world from a slaver raid. While these were violent, difficult assignments the young padawan accomplished them with her master.

The threat of the separatists would soon arrive and the Clone Wars would begin to tear apart the galaxy. Ryndi was deployed on several missions alongside Master Gesi, some involving commanding clone troopers in direct combat against the droid armies. This type of war was something which shocked her deeply in her first battles. It was one thing taking on disorganized raiders and hunting down rogue criminals, it was another entirely taking part in a war against a fiercely organized army of droids. She would suffer some minor injuries during the war, but nothing which would be life threatening. A broken left hand would knock her out of commission for a few weeks, forcing her master to continue the war effort without her. She'd return once she was back to full health and take part in a raid on a droid processing factory, one of her most notable missions during the Clone Wars. Alongside her master and a detachment of clones she'd drop into a separatist controlled world and break into the factory. The ensuing battle was chaotic but would end in success as the two Jedi managed to sabotage operations inside of it.

War was not without its consequences and causalities, as her most recent operation ended in tragedy. While attempting to free a captive senator the two Jedi would end up in an ambush. Surrounded and flanked by battle droids the duo would be forced to fight their way out of a separatist facility. In the heat of combat Master Gesi was struck down with a blaster bolt, dying instantaneously. Disregarding the teachings she had been taught the young Jedi would tap into her emotions and lash out at the droids besieging her. With a howl Ryndi would carve and slice through the machines like they were paper. A squad of clones arriving to the scene would find Ryndi collapsed on the ground next to her dead master, having carved apart the battle droid which had killed the elder Jedi into an utter scrap heap.

She was brought back to Coruscant the next day, in immediate need of counseling and aid. Rydni's emotional state has been one of fragility ever since that fateful day. While thankfully lacking in physical injuries, her mental and emotional state is ridden with grief. The encroaching downfall of the Jedi being the last thing the scarred Jedi needs.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Huh.

Seems familiar, have I seen this before?



Interested.

[Tython, 6 ATC 5] Into the Ruins

Temporary PC: Jedi Master and historian Jaot Duqog

[Tython, 6 ATC 5] Into the Ruins

Some time after the events caused by the mysterious dark sider Selene the world of Tython has since returned to peace. The Jedi go bout their day to day business on the Force rich world while the council debates decision involving the Jedi. One Jedi master, a historian by the name of Jaot Duqog pitches the idea of an expedition below the surface where a set of ancient ruins has been uncovered. After proper scanning of the site the Jedi master has come to the conclusion that the ruins once belonged to the original Je'daii Order. While the Je'daii have since long gone, the ruins still remain in a stable condition. Master Duqog believes it to be one of the original nine temples built by the Je'daii. The knowledge which could be found inside of the ruins could be a gamechanger to the Jedi and open their eyes further to the secrets of the mysterious world their order now calls home.

After a long debate it has been concluded that Master Duqog shall be allowed to lead the expedition. While he himself is a capable Jedi he has made the opportunity available to any Jedi on Tython to accompany him on the adventure. Though some other members of the council warn of potential dangers lurking within the ruins. Tython is an ancient world, its mysteries are seemingly endless and the perils of an expedition underground are dangerous enough.

[Korriban, 6 ATC 4] Fun and Games

“Indeed, life is all about finding fun in it. The rest is simply trying to find ways to fill the void. I have never been to Teya VI, but the arms of the Empire stretch wide to any that belong within it.” Zes replied with an initial nod as before he thought of the world she had mentioned. He was not exactly familiar with it.

He easily noted how vague the girl was being, as if she was doing it intentionally. The situation Too many voids in her words rose a slight suspicion inside of the Sith as he walked alongside her. That coupled with the fact she had neglected to tell him her name. The Falleen had no knowledge of her beyond what she had told him but he was curious why she was being so evasive.

“How long ago did the Inquisitor bring you to our beautiful academy? You forgot to mention your name by the way.” He stated, making direct eye contact with her as they walked, coming up on another turn in the hallway. Zes still had some time before he was supposed to meet with his master, he could prod his new acquaintance a bit more.

Dash broke eye contact slightly, lowering her sight to his jawline. Anxiety pulled at her as she reacted to it, an instinct born through training, causing her to shove it again. She reined in her emotions, unsure if her empathy projected it yet. She didn’t want to see the punishment the Overseers had for her when they learned about her escape from lock up. For a few seconds, Dashara paused. Again, she considered the right words.

“Dashara.” She gave the longer name, rather than her nick. Her smile held firm while she spoke and feeling her confidence return.

“Truthfully? I say about a few days ago…So not had much to do, especially in terms of relieving stress.” Her eyes lifted to note his reaction, her eyes making contact again, after her gloss over of the actual days.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. You are very new to the academy, and the Sith way of life. To boot you’re neither a pureblood or human, so you must stick out in some ways. Sort of similar to myself when I was brought here all those years ago. Coming from a near isolationist homeworld as a noble, affluent teenager. What I was before did not matter to the Sith, how wealthy I was or powerful my family was.” Zes stated with a nod, understanding how the girl must have felt as a fresh faced new arrival.

Dash turned her head, spotting where she walked to avoid plowing into a wall.

“The Sith are not as bad as some in the galaxy like to make us seem. There’s far more freedom once one is out of the academy and their own person, much more than the blasted Jedi. Freedom to pursue whatever pleasure they desire,” The assassin added, his later words taking on an almost seductive tone as he paused in his stride, then fluttered his clawed fingertips gently down Dashara’s cheek with a grin. “All the adrenaline rushes ones heart could possibly desire.”

Dash listened as she notice his voice change. A shiver of lust fluttered down her spine, her heart beat rapidly hastening in her chest from his fingers touched her. Curiosity mingled with her thoughts causing her empathy to ooze from her. Her lips curled into a wider grin.

“I’ve only known freedom for a short period. Surprisingly… addictive.” Her body leaned in, drawn by the desire and unexpected advancements.

“True freedom is found with the Sith. The kind I excel in is the one that you desire the most. It's the most addictive kind,” Zes stated with another smile as he continued to run his fingertips across her skin and down her neck slowly, sensing how it made her feel. “Come with me Dashara, away from the stress of it all. Forgot those chains that bind you, let me fill that void which plagues you.”

His hands continued to dance down her frame, clawed tips helping to lay on the charm which the assassin was known for. His master might not be pleased with him if this encounter led to him being a little late. But Zes did not exactly care at the moment, as he was enthralled with such a mysterious beauty.

Dash’s flesh tingled and twitch with warmth, heated by desire. Her mind couldn’t sort where his lust began and hers ended. At that point, she didn’t care. Her hands pulled to his hips and braced against them, holding her upright. Blood rose into her head, causing it to become light and hazy in a good way.

She inhaled in than out. Collecting herself finally, her words revealed her wants. “Sounds like the perfect offer to me. If your lust is any hint to your skills, I feel like we’ll both enjoy a little exercise. Lead the way.”

“You will find I’m extremely skilled, my beautiful Dashara.” The sensual Falleen said with another playful smirk as one of his hands grasped onto one of her own firmly. Then he looked around quickly before settling upon an empty looking room near them. Zes pulled the door open then yanked his soon to be lover inside, locking the door tightly behind him. His meeting with his master would have to be on hold for more lascivious matters.

What Are You Listening To?

[Approved] Jedi Padawan Marei Nyx

And a second approval from me.

[Deep Core, 6 ATC 4] Mission: Harvest Moon

Collab Part 2 With Almalthia and Fallenreaper

Location: Jedi Ship

Tishombra growled and kicked off the far wall with assistance from the Force. Disengaging her saber she crossed her arms tightly and executed a flip that brought her down on a reanimate Trooper. She kicked off the center of it's back and reengaging her sabers and watched its head roll. A few quick spins and thrusts later there was more of a pathway to the ship and the soldier that Zes had yelled at.

Dodging back through the hole she made it to the soldier. Reaching out a hand she pushed half the mass of the horde back and to their knees about fifteen feet. Straining she yelled to Zes. "Let's not be here when this lady gets cracked open gentlemen. I'll even let you both stare at my ass all the way home. Deal?"

Drey downed another two, one shot in the head then another in the torso. He turned to Zes with a firm, but calm tone.

“Yes, C. Rumen.” Drey used the same title he gave to the 975th Special Duties. If any of the Sith bothered to read the crew listing, they might note a Rumen on the manifest.

“Right now, L. Lokar is securing another objective and hopefully will arrive in time. If not, we’re taking off without them. The cargo bay is littered with whatever these things. We need the ship secured and get to the panel to space these things out.”

His arm lifted again then let off about three more shots. Two more undead corpses went down as he began to move toward the panel on the far side wall. He didn’t answer to the female Sith’s statement since he was on duty and he tended to be more professional around those he knew little about. It didn’t mean the thought wasn’t alluring in different circumstances.

“Then lead the way, Rumen. I don’t intend to die here. You’re in luck that we happened upon you but you seem to fight well.” The falleen stated cockily as he walked towards the now identified soldier. He flicked off both of his lightsabers and slipped them onto his belt. Another break of calmness in the chaos had arrived.

“Those things aren’t natural but they die just the same.” He added as he glanced at one of the now completely dead corpses. It made his stomach turned as he looked at the malformed, mutilated monstrosity. Yet he could sense the dark side pulsate around and inside of the undead horrors.

“You are very hard to ignore, would rather not be distracted staring and let one of those undead horrors bite me. That’d be a shame.” He said with a smirk as he turned to Tishombra, putting an arm around her side and planting a quick kiss on her neck.

Tishombra smirked at Zes' flirting and let him. She patted his chest. "Such a shame." She turned her eyes toward Rumen. "There isn't another cargo bay Rumen? Could there?" She smirked at Rumen.

“Only one ship took off and the other hasn’t. It’s either damaged or the crew is dead. I rather not risk getting swamped by more of those things before our ride takes off without us.” Drey formed his statement politely as possible, but his blunt and forward nature showed.

“Alright, I’ll take the panel. You two head to the ship, clear it, and distract the mob. When I vent them out, I’ll race back to the ship.”

Drey shot another two down, but their number seemed to grow. From a glance to his side, he spotted another few flood into the cargo bay and fed the mob’s number. He paused again.

“Don’t take off unless you’re not strong enough to hold it. If I die, ensure a package from my quarters is delivered to the Captain. He’ll know what to do with it.”

Leaving the orders for the Sith to follow or not, Drey started to split off to the side. His blaster fired multiple shots in whatever moved toward his direction.

“Understood. Get to that panel, trooper. Rest assured we will secure that ship.” Zes replied before the trooper darted off to begin his part of the mission. He was not happy with acting as a distraction but he held no fear over it.

“Hope you’re ready for more fighting. Those things are going to swarm us if we don’t keep moving. Don’t get too tired, Tishombra.” He added with a flirty wink towards his fellow Sith before he grasped his helmet firmly and pulled it off his belt. Then he slid it slowly over his head, hoping to avoid splattering any blood or guts all over his handsome features.

Then he began his walk towards the cargo bay, both lightsaber hilts in hand. As the doors came open his grip on them tightened, clutching at a near choke hold as he flickered on both blades. The falleen let out a deep breath underneath his helmet, as he felt the dark side pooled inside of the cargo bay. A vicious battle had taken place here, but the dead which had been created from the carnage were risen to their feet in a feral, undead state. He could feel their hungry eyes staring at him, as several lightsabers they beastily clenched onto could be made out in the crowd. They were a variety of colors, former allegiances did not matter to these undead.

“Here they come.” The Sith calmly stated as he spun his lightsabers then launched into the air, twirling as his eyes briefly shifted from the starship they had to get inside then to the encroaching horde.

Tishombra rushed to engage the horde. As she spun and slashed her way through the mercs and non-uniformed Imperial soldiers. She was aiming to take out the weaker targets so that the Jedi and Sith that had fallen to the power didn’t have as much assistance. She had no plans on being bitten.

The grin that split Tishombra’s face as she lost count of the bodies that dropped within her reach, was terrifying. The small satisfied noises and soft sexy laughter she made as each fell didn’t help the perception. Each sharp staccato angry strike blended into another that carried on to yet another. Her body warmed to the pacing as she enhanced the movements with the Force. It became a controlled dance as bodies fell.

Tishombra threw reanimated bodies of Republic, Imperial and mercenary soldiers alike into lightsaber wheeling opponents. Watching them kill each other without impunity. Circling the room she made it easier to kill off the more prevalent threats as she eliminated the weakest in the horde first. Quite a few times she checked on Zes to make sure he was still on her side and to shift the horde so that he had a better advantage. No one said that they couldn’t work together. After all they both wanted to get off this ship.