Hexaflexagon

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Sarkh looked up from his position at the table as the rest of the merry band of misfits entered the room. His reptilian eyes sizing them up as his own hands still polished and reinserted parts with a casual grace. Though he did not outwardly show it he was as interested in the group as his companion was for more pragmatic reasons. Sarkh was going to be the one leading them into the field when it was required for as good as a tactician that La was she just didn't have the mind for actual combat. So as his eyes passed by like spotlights they judged and analyzed and in honesty they were not the best group he had ever seen, but they were not the worst either and that was enough for him. The Jedi had him worried though announcing you were suck to a room of strangers was never a smart idea, and it give Sarkh a moment to contemplate how raw the kid actually was. When the Zeltron handed him the piece of the gas converter he looked at it for a moment feeling the smooth metal brush against his hand. Seemingly satisfied he grunted and stowed it away in one of his many pouches contain a variety of ammo and other spare goods. "It looks corroded because the gun is older than you kid. The LS-150 is old and temperamental tech like most weapons my people manage to smash together. A new converter would damage the cyclic interface and eventually force me to scarp the thing. But thanks... I'm sure I can find a use for it." He explained ideally before turning his attention back to his gun.

While Sarkh was keeping it cool and professional, La was trying her very best to remain on the proper side of dignified as a dreadful mixture of regret and excitement came over her as for the first time a group had actually shown up. Going down her checklist it seemed like everyone was there, she cross-referenced was the faces in front of her just to make sure. The group may not of been the most professional of sorts but they all had certain skills that the Twi'lek knew were going to useful in the coming weeks. As the bounty hunter by the name of Keenan entered she finally checked the last boxo off the list and nodded pleased to herself. Looking around her eyes met with Sarkh's looking for any sign of reassurance but all she got was his normal boring face as he gestured with his off hand for her to begin her show. Taking a breath she collected her thoughts and rose up as the anxious side of her mind screamed that this was a bad idea, and her more courageous side was getting hyped and ready to go. Clearing her throat she began to speak in a calm, warm voice that easily hid away any of her worry. "Well that would be everyone, guess it is time for us to start."

"My name is La as some of you may already know and my companion here is Sarkh, one of the most wanted lizards this side of the Kessel run. As most of you already know you have been gathered here today for a very special reason. The Alliance to Restore the Republic has tasked me wtih a mission to strike out against the heart of the Empire here on Coruscant. But this mission can not be done alone and so this is why you have all been asked to come here. You all have a special set of skills that will be valuable to this task and your own grudges against the imperial rule which is why out of hundreds of options you were chosen. I will not lie to any of you and say that this task will be easy, but I don't think any of you came here expecting an easy job." La explained to them all trying to keep it positive, she turned to Sarkh gesturing for him to say something.

Looking up at her from his seated position he rolled his eyes before he spoke. "Girly has already told you my name and I suppose I am going to have to be the one in charge of your welfare in the field. Words of advice? Well, to be frank if you have any reprimands or fear of the idea of dying you better walk out of here now."

"Sarkh!" La declared in a chastising tone as she did want to big dumb lizard to go and scare away the only group that had actually showed up.

"What? I'm not going to go around and hide the fact. To go against the Imperial Security Bureau on there own turf is practically asking for a massacare. Not that I mind, I just don't want some kid shitting his pants and forgetting how to fire a blaster as soon as things go south. A perfectly reasonable request don't you think." Sarkh responded as La let out a sigh conceding the point to him. He was right of course what they were being asked to do was basically a suicide mission or wose and having everybody on board with the idea was probably the best way to start. La looked back towards the group with a simple shrug of her shoulders before she spoke.

"He does have a point I suppose. So I guess I will get this out of the way before we progress any further. If any of you want to step out now while it is not too late, you may." She explained making a sweeping gesture with her hand opening the floor to anyone that would want to voice their opinion.

Endless Story: Sekai no Owari no Sora

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Nah we still waiting on @Zetsuko To make his first post. But besides that I'm liking what I'm seeing so far! Good job everyone!

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You know, if we did this like reservoir dogs, Renga would actually want to be Mister Pink! :p

@knighthawk

So he does not tip waiters? He is truly a piece of scum and villainy.

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And the IC is up. You are all now free to post.

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Underneath the high rising towers and Imperial insignias and skylines of polished metal shining in the sun, and far beyond the reach of glistening coins of sunlight or the whisper of the wind, to the place beyond the bustling streets of the residential levels, the among streets pressed upon by the oppressing factory heat: angry shouts, hoarse whispers, salesmen peddling their wares, arms dealers, deathstick dealers, harsh glances, swift hands, sultry frames, hidden knives, informants selling every kind of secret, memory wipers, body disposers, cheap jobs, oppressive tight corridors, it was an ecosystem all to itself breathing, self aware and adapting. Somewhere far above the sound of speeders rumbled as the air was filled with a constant barrage of noise, stimulus on the brain always turning and thinking. The glitter of fluids of indiscernible origin shining across crowded walkways light by harsh neon lights. The electric buzz of cameras, and scantly clad projections of females of various races all beckoning for the wanders of the street to enter. Even though far above night had fallen on the ecumenopolis down below the glow of lights give the undercity an event present glow of twilight. City built upon city, building atop of building, and ruin atop of ruin. Coruscant was alive and covered with trembling shadows.

Sandwiched among the crowded tenant buildings, flashing signs and rundown factories, the indistinct little bar sat seemingly at the end of the world. The Royal Bantha was what some people would call a local landmark, the haunt for thugs, gangsters, workers, prostitutes, dealers, buyers and anyone looking for a strong drink. Almost permanently covered in a smoke like haze, with the distinct yeast like smell of wet bodies. The moisture coming from the collective drippings and heat the rises and falls from the myraid of factories in the area leaving the outside in ap perpetual state of dampness. In the corner a rhythm band lead by a Hapan male pounding away on a big drum as sweet poured down from his angualr face. The many voices mixing with the drum beat to create an indiscernible rytheme that was the beating heart that kept the Bantha a foot. More importantly like most places in the undercity the Bantha was not that particularity found of their Imperial oppressors. While on the outside things might of looked the same on the inside the authoritative regime had slowly squeezed the lower levels of Coruscant dry with their security forces and newly enacted laws, curfews and security checkpoints. It was here that it was that those would opposed should rule could speak their mind freely without free of somebody reporting them to the Security Bureau to get interrogated or worse.

It was for this reason that in one of the Bantha's many backrooms two individuals talked to one another causally as they waited. The Trandoshan was sitting at a long table, a LS-150 in pieces as he cleaned it almost absentmindedly his hands moving without thought as they knew the process by heart. His companion was a little more agitated pacing back and forth her entire figure screaming of worry as she mumbled to herself under her breath. The Trandoshan looked up from the table at her and called out to her shaking his head. "You know girl, pacing about like that isn't helping."

The Twi'lek turned her head toward the old lizard stopping in her tracks and she responded. "I'm not pacing, I'm just thinking, and worrying! But mostly thinking!" She muttered before she continued to pace the length of the private room, seemingly not noticing as the lizard rolled his eyes at her.

"Yes, and I'm the Queen of Naboo." He muttered sarcastically as a clawed hand tightened a screw on the trigger release. "They are going to show up, trust me."

"Really? Isn't that what you said about the last three groups? All of which backed down as soon as they realized how idiotic and suicidal this was?" The women responded as she completed another circuit around the room in her pacing.

"Nerfherders, All of them!" The old one replied reattaching the main cycling feed as he did. "I've got a good feeling about these ones, and beside who doesn't want to kill a few Imperials and get paid to do it?"

"Don't say that out loud! You don't know if they are monitoring this room!" The Twi'lek protested as she made another lap around the rooms outer edge. Her hands always at her blasters and never leaving them, just waiting for another group of imperial agents to bust down the door.

"Oh yes the Imperials are monitoring every poodoo invested hive in the damn undercity!" He muttered as he reached out for her as she came around once more his hand grabbing her arm as he roughly yanked her down into the chair next to him. Not waiting for the complaint to come he quickly pushed his drink over to her and shoved it into her hands. "Now drink and calm down girly."

She started to talk for a moment before finally giving up and sighing taking a huge swig of the lizard's drink. It tasted like hot fire as it ran down her throat, filling her insides with a peculiar warmth. "... You really think they are going to show up this time?"

"Yes."

"Do you think they were all able to decode the message?"

"Yes."

"Will they be able to find the right room?"

"Yes."

"Is this really all going to be worth it?"

"... I can't answer that one yet."

And so that is how our tale starts, with two individuals among the seedy underbelly of a living city. Soon the room would be filled with others as they found there way to the designated meeting place. It would be here that a band of thugs and misfits became something resembling a team, a family. It would be in that bar that the rebellion on Coruscant would make its first foothold.
~ Jedi Archivist Melanah Haerch

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Update

In the interest of keeping things moving, the first IC post shall go up sometime tomorrow. Those of you still have not submitted character sheets will still be able to finish them and we will figure out a way to insert your character in if you have not finished by that time. For everyone else please make sure that your sheets have been finalized and everything is ready to get moving. I'm liking what I'm seeing from the group so far and I can only hope this all goes well!

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Really like our group of characters so far. Definitely an interesting unit

@Xtreme

We are certainly a band of misfits I'll give us that.

Should I do a list of character relations for PLsTRS and Urgop?

@Xenonia

If you want to do one for PLsTRS you can but I would recommend doing one for Urgop.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the mother land
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)

Village People? A good homoerotic disco group or the best homoerotic disco group? XD

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Alright well I was going to say no about two droids but the PLNK Droid can stay because team needs a team mascot. XD But for simplicity's sake PLsTRS is going to need a master/caretaker of some sort preferably somebody already on the team. Because I'd imagine it sort of just is there for the most part and does not take up a lot of space through interactions. Anyway sorry @clanjos but I'm going to have to say sorry but we have reached full capacity. Speaking of which no more characters we have more than enough now and with potentially two others still coming I don't want to be dragged down with too many people. But if somebody drops I will let you know.

In other other other news @Apollosarcher has now been sacrificed to the old gods after careful consideration and has now has been resurrected as my new Co-GM. Apollo you shall get a PM from me shortly about plot stuff that you should know about.