Jones Sparrow

The Marauders (2018)

no worries, I have been working on a post, it should be out by tonight :D

The Marauders (2018)

Alright guys, I literally will have no life for a month so expect more than a monthly post from me XD thank you for sticking with me <3

The Marauders (2018)

"I again apologize for this, Monroe, but I personally trust no other team to do this." Admiral V'sul's holographic figure appeared in the center of the room, taking a look at all the exhausted faces looking back. "Everything you hear in this room is incredibly sensitive, and highly classified."

"Are you sure the Committee wants us to hear it then, Admiral?" Raymond asked, standing in front, his bloodshot eyes fully focused. "It is not their place to say, Captain, seeing as how I am in control of what goes on in the outer regions." There was a hint of a smirk on her face as she glanced at the Captain of the Monroe. Ever since the two met, there seemed to be a distinct understanding between the two. She knew Raymond was innocent, and Raymond knew Tori wasn't a fan of the political system either. In a way, the exchange the two had was:

"We're not going on another Committee errand."

"Fuck the Committee, this is my show."

"Have any of you heard the name Vin Torsq?" The Admiral asked. "As far as the galaxy is concerned, they are the most dangerous target in the galaxy. Also the most wanted." A new hologram showed up, showing a dossier on Torsq, but with no picture, as well as a 3-D map of a prison vessel on course to a place Raymond was very familiar with. "What makes him so special?"

"Torsq is a very rare race that we thought was extinct for millennia. Not long after the Committee formed, they were attacked by a group of aliens known as Breev. They are shapeshifters. No one knows what their true form looks like. All they have to do is look at you and they will be an exact copy of whoever they want. Eye color, height, every scar, any little detail you have. If they touch you, they get some of your memories as well. When the Committee found out about them, they went on a purge, and killed them all... or so we thought. We knew Vin was a highly skilled assassin, but we did not know what he was until we finally caught them."

"While on Transit to the Rock, he took form of a guard, went on a killing spree, and used an escape pod to the fueling depot planet you are currently going to."

The room was dead quiet.

"And you want a group of sleep deprived fugitives to hunt them down?"

Admiral V'sul nodded. "I believe your team is skilled enough, with or without sleep, to find and apprehend Torsq… Aren't you going to ask me how?" Her sense of humor was known across the galaxy. "We have taken DNA from him, and although it is incredibly complicated, there is a way to trace him with the scanner on your datapads. I'm sure Doctors Driani and Valanx can set them up and get them running before you land on the planet."

She looked around once again at the crew. "I can't express enough how important it is to capture Torsq alive. I will send his dossier to your quarters, Captain, but as of now no ship is leaving the fuel depot. You have some time to get a battle plan ready. You're all dismissed... and good luck."

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The Fuel Depot S07-1 was a very dry, and baron one. It was not large, but it did hold a lot of natural resources to refuel and supply ships. The only city it has was its capital, and it reminded Raymond of a Bazaar from Earth. The planet had an atmosphere, but was prone to massive sandstorms and intense heat. Needless to say that he issued all his crew to wear appropriate attire for this mission. As the Monroe landed on the fueling dock, and the large ramp lowered with a number of hisses and groans, Raymond was the first to scan the area. He wore a light cotton shirt, beige cargo pants, boots, and a scarf around his neck. He raised a gloved hand to block the intense sun, and then looked at his other wrist, where a small device was strapped to it.

"Alright ladies, gentlemen, and robots, lets head out. Try to find a bar or some place he can lay low. If that doesn't work we'll all split up. Make sure your tracker is working and please don't do anything to embarrass Aamara and I."

The Marauders (2018)

Hey, @Nate1008 I'm so so sorry for making you wait, no need to feel anxious!

For starters, I really like the creativity of both CS's! I think they can both work, but they definitely need to be modified to be accepted.

The GDF faction is definitely a cool thing that we could implement into the lore and backstory of this galaxy, they kinda remind me of Cerberus from Mass Effect! Our biggest concern about this faction is that we have things planned and started to put into motion. I'm not saying that these guys can't be a foe later on in the RP, but for now I think it would just be adding more fuel to a fire that we are attempting to maintain.

For the first Character, Akaya and I both agreed that having the character might seem a bit too difficult to implement into the team. The Crew already has this AI character that serves as this emotionless yet sympathetic being that helps the crew... The robot idea might just be too difficult to try and orchestrate into an RP about character developments and this theme of "redemption"

The second prototype I like a lot more! I like the backstory, the complexity of it, and how you could further develop this character into someone truly interesting...The mech could be cool to include, and your character could have this attachment to it, But again, the faction coming into play might be the biggest roadblock...

I know Akaya and I put the faction tab and things like that into the Character Sheets, so you're absolutely not in the wrong! But so far, with the way the RP is going, maybe adding another faction to the mix won't be the best.

BUT! I'm not saying we have to scrap the idea of it. I think we can work with this faction as a secretive threat that the Committee has been battling for years, especially the humans. It would let the faction be somewhat of this "threat" but at the same time not making them steal the show, you know?

And I think that these characters need to join the Marauders or be connected to them in some way. The way we are going now might be a great time to get your character into that. Maybe a defected GCF member that gets caught up in the commotion that the Maruaders would soon be dragged into. Maybe they get captured and taken as a prisoner but are placed as a part of the team?

And that would then pose the importance of a role on the team. Akaya made a list of open roles for the team, but we are open to suggestions as well :)

Here's the open positions that we have recommended:

Gunner
Cook
Security Officer
Security Personal

If I missed anything, @Akayaofthemoon, or have any other input for the next step of these prototypes I'd love to hear em!

But yeah, I am leaning towards the second character more, the faction is good under certain circumstances, and we are willing to help out in any way we can in terms of brainstorming :D

Again, really sorry for the delayed feedback!

The Marauders (2018)

Most of the crew was awake, which made Ray somewhat relieved. Even though they had a crazy night, he still had to make sure that this ship was operational. He had worked hard to gain the respect of his crew, and hopefully this was a sign of it. Maybe after refueling the crew could get some much deserved rest. Raymond smirked at Astrid's hungover voice, and at Josk's threat towards the AI. "Those drugs will kick in a few minutes and you'll be praising the damn thing."

Tony's voice was next to fill the voice chat. "Yeah, I'd like to stay a couple steps ahead of the Committee on this one. I'm hoping Valanx can find something from that pod. It's only a matter of time before the Committee knows that we were lying." Then the other voice chimed in. The Doctor had chimed in, and he suddenly remembered his jacket. It seemed some of the crew was going to the kitchen, and now was the best time to try and retrieve his article of clothing. He entered the kitchen and took a look around at the damage to see that it was non-existent. Tango and the other janitor bots on the ship must have done some work as the crew slept. Once again he would have to thank Tango for all he has done. For years the two had learned to work with one another, and it was rather interesting to see an AI start to grow a personality. He hoped that Ray didn't rub off Tango too much. That's the last thing the Committee needed.

He saw Rae with her head on the table, a feeling he knew all too well. "Morning." Ray greeted the people within the kitchen. He paced towards the stovetop to the kettle, examining the contents around it. He wasn't much of a tea drinker, but he was sure that it would help with the dull headache that had occurred. After a moment of silence from the Captain, he finally turned to face the table. "Doctor… I, er… You wouldn't happen to have my... jacket, would you?" His cheeks felt hot, but he was sure that it wouldn't be noticeable, knowing that he was still recovering from the drinks.

Suddenly, a familiar yet hated little tune echoed throughout the ship. It was the opening theme to the Galactic Committee, and very rarely was it used aboard the Monroe unless absolutely necessary. "Crew of the Monroe, this is Admiral Tori V'sul." The heavenly yet strong voice echoed throughout the ship. "I'm sorry to do this, but the Galactic Committee has sent out a Code: Velvet."

Ray tapped his comms to interrupt the transmission. "With all due respect, Admiral, we have just finished a Code: Silver priority that got one of my men killed--" Raymond started, but he was cut off. "I am sorry for your loss, Captain, but you and your crew are the only ones close enough to respond to this threat. Fortunately it's on the planet of your refueling schedule. I need everyone in the briefing room as soon as possible for a briefing. Admiral out." The comms clicked, and Raymond frowned in thought.

Code: Velvet was not a protocol used lightly. Mostly it was used for highly sensitive cases, with extremely dangerous matters. "It's been a while since we've had a Velvet on our hands... Sorry, folks, but we got one more job before we can hibernate. You heard the Admiral, get to the briefing room... Drink your tea fast, get dressed up, We'll question our newest recruit after all this shit is over with."

The Marauders (2018)

I’ll be getting a post up tonight! And once I get on a laptop I’ll take another look on Nate’s CS!

Star Wars: Outcasts

"Checkpoint Alpha this is The Atlas requesting liftoff from the lower sector."

"Copy Atlas, standby..."

Leigh fell back in his seat, blowing out a heavy sigh, and staring at the slowly moving walls. He could practically fell the air get lighter and less smelly. Granted that the whole planet smelled of smog and pollution, but even a bantha fart would smell better than the lower levels of Coruscant. Leigh was on edge, but he didn't show it. He sat in the pilot's chair, completely still and as calm as he could. This was always the part he feared the most when he sunk low into the planet. Getting out was not easy, it never was. It was where some people went to die. He always planned on leaving but this was all too sudden. He didn't even say goodbye to Bin.

its better that way.

"Atlas, please state the business of your departure." The voice was different. The hairs on Leigh's back started to stand up. Very slowly he pressed the button on the comms, leaning in. "I was gained access to leave for work-related duties. I have a mechanic job in the Arkanis sector." Another pause that felt like it lasted a lifetime. "Atlas you have been selected for a random vessel inspection. Please stand by."

Leigh cursed slightly but bit his tongue. Instead he stood from his seat and immediately went to check on things. He knew that the Empire was good at spotting smuggling holes. He spent his entire career to make sure they could barely be seen... He went in to the area of the small compartment holding his past once again and inspected every part of it. Even as he placed his hand on the cold metal he could practically feel the energy it radiated from behind. He then moved towards the cargo bay where his faux hiding spots were, making sure they were hidden but easy for someone to find if they knew what they were looking for. You can't be committed of possibly smuggling in the future. Finally he went to the final smuggling spot in the hallway in between his kitchen and small sleeping quarters. He stood in front of it, and even himself had difficulty finding where the hidden latch was against the wall. Of course behind the wall was just another latch to open up the actual compartment. Leigh spent a lot of time making sure that what he did was solid. He couldn't have a fool like Russ ruin his income.

Suddenly Leigh felt the Atlas stop moving. The platform had stopped, and it was only a matter of time before he would be in the presence of the Empire. Leigh moved back to the entrance of his ship, and waited. When the doors opened, he once again felt the hairs on his body tingle. You've fought these men before, but a long time ago, and in different armor. The storm troopers started to walk in, and pushed Leigh aside. It didn't take long to find the leader of the group. The gray suited woman walked in and took a quick look around. "This will only take a moment, Mister Roto." She didn't seem to care about his patience. The more she looked, the more her expression was twisted. "Tell me, where did you buy this ship?" She asked.

Leigh looked at her but kept an eye on the troopers inspecting his ship. "Some junker."

"Hmmm." Was her only response. "This mechanic job... I'm assuming it's paying well?" She waved her hand around and gave a small grin, but nothing about this was humorous. "After all, you managed to buy a Mandalorian assault vessel..." A mental curse went through his mind. she knows something's not right. "Mandalorian?" Leigh looked at her with a quizzical look. "I bought it because of the design. The junker was desperate to get rid of it... I guess that's why." He pulled off the lie rather well, but he was sure the officer didn't buy it fully. "Nothing here, Ma'am." One of the troopers came back. Leigh hid the smirk on his face, and looked back at the officer. "So does that mean I can leave?"

Before anyone could answer, a chill entered the ship. All turned their attention, and everyone fell silent. A figure stood in all black armor, a giant glossy helmet covered its identity, and the dull red eyes scanned the area. A cape fell on one shoulder and went down to its legs, and on the other side of the body was a lightsaber. "Inquisitor Tu'ul…" The officer began to speak, but fell silent as a hand was raised. "I sense them..." Was all the figure said. inquisitor... Jedi Hunters. He had heard the stories of the legendary killers. They were a group of old jedis, force sensitive beings, anything that could connect to the force would join to hunt down and kill the remaining Jedi in the galaxy. Leigh was sure that all of them had been wiped out, but it seems that he was very, very wrong... What did he get himself in to?

The Inquisitor turned to Leigh. "This is your ship?" The voice asked. The man nodded. It looked away, and suddenly it was on the move. Soon Leigh was being escorted into the same area that hid the special cargo. The Inquisitor stood in front of the wall, staring at it for quite some time before he heard the voice called again. "Open it." All heads turned to Leigh. "What?" The figure turned and faced him. "Your compartment. Open it now."

Leigh stared at the two glowing eyes for a few moments. Even that act was stupid in its own right, but years of battle made him afraid of very little. Although he wasn't afraid... he wasn't stupid either. Leigh slowly stepped forward to the wall, running his fingers gently against the smooth metal before he pushed in, an audible click erupted. He then used his other hand to reach lower on the wall, and smacked hard on the surface, and the wall gave way... to nothing.

The smuggler was pulled back and the inquisitor moved to take a look inside. The figure stepped back, turned back to Leigh and with a grunt of frustration, it raised its hand and swung it, using the force to tear apart the secret compartment, revealing the cargo that he hadn't seen until now... and it was a woman?

Not just any woman, someone he's seen before. But where? He couldn't let those questions confuse him. His instincts kicked in. Leigh knelt down and gave a quick jab at a trooper's stomach, grabbing his rifle and using the butt end to smack him across the helmet. He had just become a fugitive, and he hoped that the woman that was now exposed knew how to fight for both of their sakes.

Star Wars: Outcasts

"They set up another damn security checkpoint."

"Another one? In the lower levels?"

"Yeah. They keep catching amateurs. Some kid got caught trying to smuggle death sticks out of the planet."

"So? They're putting thousands of credits into pointless security checkpoints because of a few rookies?"

"They found something else with the death sticks. A Wookie... With a lightsaber."

"Shit... Two of the Empire's favorite things... Doing our job is going to be a little bit more challenging."

"If you were good at what you do, then it wouldn't be... What do you think, Leigh?"

The smuggler looked up into the smoke-filled cantina. He had been lost in thought, barely listening to the two bicker. "Bin is right, Russ. If you're going to let a couple checkpoints get in your way of work, then you might as well turn yourself in now." Bin, the Twi'lek, smirked and looked over at Russ who rolled his eyes. "Out of all the years we've worked together, Roto, you've never given me the credit I deserve."

"Well that's because I don't work with you. I work with Bin. Bin is reliable, and won't crack under pressure. You're her annoying boyfriend that I have to deal with." Bin patted Russ' arm gently as her boyfriend glared at Leigh. The smuggler usually did missions by himself, but as he grew in his career, a lot of suspicion started to circulate around him. The last thing he needed was for people to know who he is--or what he was. Having someone like Bin has had its benefits. He knew she had his back, there was a sense of loyalty in the smuggler's code. Leigh was a good judge of character.

I won't stay long, though. I just need one more good gig. One more, and I can leave this place for good. You've been grounded for too long.

"He doesn't mean it, dear." She stole a glance at Leigh who seemed to agree sometimes. "You have any job offers, by the way?" She leaned back, taking a sip of her drink. "No... No, ever since that Cantina fight on level 8 I've been trying to lay low." It had been a few weeks, but the lower levels were still talking about that brawl.

No one knew who started it, but they knew who ended it. That girl had a good swing... "We'll get something soon." Russ assured them. "Come on, let's get some drinks, I think we can join in on the next sabacc game."

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Leigh had a little bit more credits than what he came in with. Somewhat satisfied, he pulled the collar up on his dark blue pilot jacket, and made his way through the smog filled streets of the lower levels of Coruscant. He had been down here for so long that he had forgotten what the sky looked like up above... He doubted that it would be what he had hoped. The streets were deserted, but after a while of walking to his apartment Leigh stopped in his tracks. Instead of acting like he had heard something, he went down to fix his boots, but managed to steal a glance from behind... Nothing.

A moment later he stood and started his walk once again. He found some hole in the wall to use as an apartment. Inside was nothing special, and he liked it that way. It reminded him of the bunkers he spent his whole childhood in. A simple bed, a small window, and a footlocker, with a small kitchen. With a sigh he tossed his jacket onto the bed, stretching, and walked towards the small fridge.

When he closed the fridge he held his blaster in his hand, pointing it at the figure that stood in the small archway. They were hooded, but he could tell the figure was at least male. "You have one minute to tell me why you've been following me."

"I'm sorry for the secrecy, Leigh Roto… I am here to hire you on behalf of my employer. We are in need of your specific skills." Leigh scoffed and shook his head, not lowering his weapon. "I'm not that special to be stalked. A simple approach in the street would have sufficed." It was the stranger's turn to shake their head. "No, too dangerous. They have eyes everywhere now. Mister Roto, I understand that you're capable of getting precious cargo off Coruscant."

Leigh laughed. "That would require credits. I don't have a lot of fuel to make a liftoff, especially from the lower sectors." "We are aware. The Atlas is a fine vessel. It's small, but strong... The ship design is--"

"Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it has its fuel. What exactly am I going to be taking off this planet?"

"In your words, it 'doesn't matter what it is.'" He couldn't see it, but the hooded figure was smiling. "Just know that it is very valuable. I will be honest. If you are caught, you will die... everyone associated with this will die." There was a moment of silence. "I won't get caught..." He lowered the gun, and for a second he asked a question he knew he shouldn't have. "This cargo... Does it mean a lot to you?"

The man chuckled, but there was no humor within it. He slowly took off his hood to reveal wounds he knew all too well that contorted his face. With a semi-toothless mouth, he gave a sad grin. "This cargo means everything to me." Leigh took in the face a bit longer before looking away and nodding. "I'll do it."

This was his chance to leave. Years ago he would have been more cautious about this deal, but there was something telling him that this was it. This was his chance of getting out of here. He couldn't turn this down. He was almost free.

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It had taken a week for everything to go through. Whoever these people were, they paid very handsomely for this job. They paid him enough to get the required paperwork and fuel to exit the lower levels. The rest of his payment will be pushed through as soon as the cargo was delivered to the Yavin sector. As the anonymous employers put the cargo in his ship, he packed everything from the apartment, and made it back to his ship. It had been a little while since he had stepped foot in her. It was like visiting an old friend.

He could still hear the echoes within the walls though... the screams of the past. He pressed his hand gently on the hidden compartment near the back of the entrance where his past was hidden. He hoped he didn't need to use it any time soon. "The cargo is secure... We added the coordinates to your nav center. The rest is on you, Mr. Roto. Good luck." It sounded like the mysterious voice wanted to say more, but didn't. "Don't worry. Consider the deal as good as done." Although his voice was confident, he felt a bit of worry.

He flipped some switches, pushed a couple buttons, and the engines of The Atlas roared to life with a healthy and satisfying purr. He waited in the infinite line of ships trying to get out of the lower sector, and as he got closer to the front, he could barely make out the sunlight that escaped through the walls of concrete and metal. He was so close, but he knew that the ascension upward would be the most difficult part yet.

The Galactic Empire was on high alert ever since the Wookie. He had never failed a job, but there was a first for everything. "Stay calm, Soldier. You can't break now, not when there's so much on the line." With one last sigh, he inched his way towards the platform to rise up, clearing his throat in preparation to talk to the Empire official on the surface above.

The Marauders (2018)

I once again feel horrible for the sudden disappearance. Working on your masters and trying to keep a job is torture haha

I'm gonna get things rolling, and will have the crew landing on a depot where Akaya and I have something in mind, hopefully it'll pick up the pace :)

Thanks for being patient with me guys!

Star Wars: Outcasts

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Name: Leigh [Lee] Roto

Age: 28

Appearance:

Leigh

Bio: I guess you can say fighting is in my blood. I had my fair shares of brawls, fights... wars. All of them lead to the same thing: loss. Loss of innocence, morals, common sense, life. People can try to hide it all they want, but experiences like that keep a hold on you. At a young age, the fighting didn't work out. It left me with a lot to endure and think about. I took a ship from a friend of mine and took off.

I landed on Coruscant right before the Republic fell. With my past and skills, I had to lay low for quite some time. I stayed in the lower levels for a while, until I found a profession I wasn't too bad at. My reputation as a smuggler started to grow, and with the "fame" comes curious people asking questions.

I've done a lot of things that I'm not proud of. Smuggling isn't an honest job, but I haven't had much of those in my life. I don't know what's good and what's bad anymore. I do know one thing, though. If I stick around Coruscant for too long my past will come back to haunt me, and that's bad for everyone.

Personality: Leigh is stubborn, hard headed, and quick to throw the first punch. Years of smuggling and his past has led to him having an unusual sense of humor and charm. It may be difficult to gain his trust, but he will be incredibly loyal to those who do. Those who do know Leigh would call him "crazy" "Too brave for his own good" and just plain "stupid"

Equipment: Leigh has a lot of gear from his past as wel as working in the lower levels of the city. Leigh has two DE-10 pistols by his side, as well as a rifle he usually keeps in his Ship, the Atlas

Other: There is a hidden closet onboard The Atlas, where a special set of amour he once wore is stored.

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