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Star Wars: KOTOR Academy

Fixed my post, didn't realize it was only half finished, but it is done now.

Star Wars: KOTOR Academy

shivershiver said
While I certainly don't deny Tuskens despise technology, I'd say that their admiration for combat prowess overrules the culture's aversion to technology. Since lightsabers, unlike blasters and other weapons, rely upon physical strength, form, and dexterity, it is likely that they would accept this weapon because their culture puts a high value on these traits. In fact, several Tusken tribes united under the warlord Sharad Hett, a fallen jedi who wielded a lightsaber, so it's not impossible they wouldn't shun the weapon. It is also important to remember that there are various tribes of Tusken Raiders who undoubtedly differ in culture and beliefs, but haven't been documented because of their xenophobic nature, so some deviation from what we know is possible.

Quite true.

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

He hurt, but pain was good, pain is proof of life.

Skin and sinew sewn back by hand with threaded needle soaked sterile. Now he used he force to do the rest, one can control their body to speed up the healing process, ticking days off the body in hours. But what were days, or for that matter even years, to a wookiee? His meditations, which by his standards were primal screaming sessions in an echoing cavern, were interrupted by a sith solider in reflective crimson armor.

Kallatatha ceased his session with annoyance at the interruption, he was certain he could use the force to scream even louder if it wasn't for the artificial vocal chords. He couldn't sense the fear, nor could he smell it in the sealed suit, but the body language spoke volumes. Clawed hands took the datapad as the wookiee put a foot out in a half step towards the minion, but as the trooper tried to flee, he found his boots stuck fast to the ground. The sithspawn was expressing tactile telekinesis to root him to the spot while the beast spoke.

"Trooper, your red uniform pleases me. You are to fetch my armor to have it treated like your reflective metallic color, Including the new helmet. Go."

The Solider couldn't get out of there fast enough once the wookiee lifted his bare foot from the earth to break the connection. That would be a technique to build up, remove the footwork from a lightsaber fighter to cut him down. Once alone, he activated the holotransmitter and was greeted by the male Kuati Admiral Roland. Kuati were a matriarchal people, so he most likely joined the sith to actually have a say in something for once. There was a single logic to matriarchal lineage, anyone could impregnate with enough studs over enough time, but it is easier to trace what mare gives a cub rather than the sire.

“Lord Crusade has informed me of your new duties. The Local Inhabitants of the planet, as you know are akin to insects. We believe they must have a queen, to truly gain control over them we require her obedience. Slaying her or threatening to slay her will not achieve this. This is what we believe the Queens to look like, and feel there may be more than one. Each hive having a Queen. Lord Crusade believes that one of them could be swayed with a show off power."

The image spoke in an elegant and rich accent that made him want to slap the spit out of the admiral. Soon the hologram showed an insect queen that reminded him of the Wroshyr termites. Soon the admiral was back to speak once more, Kalla would have rather stared at the Pulsating, Bloated, Festering, Sweaty, Pus-filled, Malformed, Slug-for-a-Butt then this pitiful human' s aether image.

"I am sure with the possibility of her becoming the sole ruler a deal could be struck. He expects results by the time his mission to Coruscant is completed. We will be sending another Sith, the Anzati, Xi, to assist you once his mission to Mandalore is complete. The holocron you discovered is to remain on your person at all times especially when the second Sith arrives, and is not allowed to access it. Roland out.”

The holoprojector shattered in his grip and the fragmented bits fell away between his fingers to tinkle in the chamber of echoes. Reaching into the folds of his fabric, he drew out his prize to examine the red pyramid for the umpteenth time. there was only one way to keep it on him and un accessable at all times. Once more the cavern echoed with his roars of agony as claws gutted himself open on his side. Dropping to his knees, he began to shove the tetrahedron in by its vertex slowly to avoid his intestines until his wound started to close around it.

He hurt, but pain was good, pain is proof of life.

Star Wars: KOTOR Academy

Tusken are technophobes, the lightsaber would be a sin to them, but perhaps a jedi katana would be more likely.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

UnseenShade said
Honestly, it seems like Gaelel will end up as a spymaster for the group more than an assassin.

Actually it was a reference to her druidic/dryad nature

Star Wars: KOTOR Academy

Zzzzzzzzzzk-
He could hear it, he knew he could hear it and no one else could.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
Maybe he could tune it out, they were almost there.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
It started when they took off and turned off when they hit hyperspace.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
Now they were back and so was that sound!
Zzzzzzzzzk-ZzzzzzzzKUNCH

A weapon wielding wolf began to attack a sputtering speaker with his sound system skill. In moments the panel was in his hands with bare wires exposed. Snarling and muttering, he popped a sticky-stick into his mouth to start chewing as he worked over the electronic auditory enhancer. He reached between his teeth and stuck the binary organic epoxy to the exposed metal threads before putting the whole thing back together.

Finally, blessed silence.

"We've now landed on Dantooine. Please gather your things and head to the docking ramp."

Of course.

Around the corner came a human with short blackish hair with lighter skin in a white shirt under a leather jacket with overset shoulders but a black longsleve under the white. So many layers of clothing made Rar so glad for his fur but his species also came with a mighty drawback, reaching into a pocket, he took out some allergy medicine and a dap of gel under his nose to keep his nose open. A downside to an interstellar musician is lots of travel and he always gets sick when he comes to a new planet like now. In a month he'll be fine but he rarely performs gigs for more than a day per planet so he is constantly miserable, adding to his moody broody persona on stage.

The ramp drops and the golden light of the verdant world pours in, a cropball planet known for only producing food. Well he always wanted to cut a Farmer album, those ones where the guy looses his house, looses his wife, looses his droid. Walking back to his shoulder bag, a dewback leather with his bands name embroidered upon its surface, he put away the servodriver into its pouch and went down the ramp with all his possessions in tow.

"Well, here we are. If everyone will come with me. Find yourself a room, girls to the left, boys to the right."

Part of him wanted to be a bastard and claim gender identity just to file left with the rest of the girls, but manners won out and he made his way down to the end of the right hall, poking his head in each room with a snapping of the fingers to test the acoustic absorption. All the rooms were identical so he'd have to talk to the people who built this place for some muffling panels so he could get a good night sleep. Superior hearing, lowlight vision and ability to track by smell make trying to get any rest a living nightmare, thankfully he had a sensory deprivation hood from the last album shoot in his bag. Originally a novelty, but it did help when he was on tours to catch a nap.

Staking a claim on a bunk with his bag, he adjourned back to the new area with several seats in a circle where the jedi stood now flanked by two others both with fair skin and shades of hair

"This is Knight Briana, in charge or the temple and your saber training." He gestured to the white haired woman. "And this is Padawan Mical, in charge of your force training as well as lore." Now he pointed to the male with golden locks.

Mical stepped forward and began to hand out data pads. "I hate to bother you, as you've just arrived, but I need to give you these. These contain the Jedi code, as well as basic meditation instructions. I'll give you until tomorrow morning to get used to this new world, but I want to see all of you in this room tomorrow at sunrise to begin your training. If you'll familiarize yourself with the data on the pad, things will be easier tomorrow morning."

Briana motioned to him and he stepped back so that she could speak.
"Tomorrow afternoon I'll be testing your skills with a weapon. After that I'll give you the rest of the day off to practice on your own. Don't worry, once you get the basic skills down we'll relax your routine a bit and let you study what you want at your own pace. We just want to get the important lessons finished soon. Are their any questions?"

Slowly the shistavanean singer raised a hand. His mind was on his band-mates, fugitives from the sith temple of korriban who didn't join him on the shuttle, were they on another temple on another planet, were they mindwiped to forget about him? What about the band itself?

"This place is pretty remote, and after what happened with Darth Nhilus wiping out planets, are we allowed communication with the outside worlds?"

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

To Shar, females deserve more respect than males for their ability to do any job of a man plus bear children. This is a power that no male but gruumsh can do. He ranks everyone on a person-by-person basis:
Amurak: hidden potential, he likes to keep others guessing to his true depths of accomplishment
Gaelel: She keeps too many secrets and her power, while formidable, is not of her orcish herritage.
Orgen: An ugly and solid paragon of orcish war.
Nargesh: Chosen by the gods and far more graceful than her frame suggests, she will bear fine children.
Dakgu; The heart of a warg in the flesh of an orc, he has an insight no one else has to the beasts that are just as valuable as any solider.
Hrok: young and potential, but a damn good cook.
Gnarl: A potential second in command, someone to keep a mind for if lines form in the sand.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Marching was good, he could march, he couldn't charge or sprint but even his 'blessed' legs could keep a stock march with everyone. He'd ride on wagons when a rotation was offered if even it meant he put his 'cane-ga-rue' feet on the back board and latched on with his weaker upper half to ride and bump along so another could ride in his spot. Usually it was his favored female who returned the kindness later in one way or another.

When the keep was met, Shar did his best attempt to scout using his gods blessing. Concentrating the power of the titans, he levitated up to the highest point he could hold onto such as a tree from sixty to a hundred and twenty feet then back down again before drawing what he saw into the mud for another who was better at transcribing what he saw. He presented the sketch of the area to the leader with the focused insight of his time dealing with churches.

"If the keep isn't finished being built, then the church is acting as the temporary fortress until it is finished. Stone walls, huge open main area to seat the entire village at once with benches to brace defenses at a moment's notice, tall thin windows used as arrow slits, solid double doors, tall lookout bell-tower, basement that can turn to mausoleum/catacombs but for now can hold almost a full years food and water. These are standard features of any bunny's church.

Even if we get over the walls, they can hole up in there for weeks. If we can get some shadows up over the wall it would be best to get them in the church from the tower and let them gut it from the inside out to take away their fall-back. as for the big fight, send some mucked-up diggers with tower shields to cut out the ground at the top of the hill at the foot of the fort, let's let the dirt ramp work for us to take out some of those logs in the wall and pour through. If the logs fall, we got bridges and ramps for us to march up."

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

"Some shepherds protect the flock from wolves, some seek out and attack the wolves to keep the flock, my sheep are to be feared by the wolves."
He wants to be the leader, he wants to be the front line general. He wants to be the one others come too, but he's no veteran yet so he's laching the years to be taken serriously and the lingering doubt of the mountain pass when he last led.