LordLinguinie

Alolan Pokemon Academy

@Silverstein

Marcus watched as the Growlithe took the electric attack head on, impressed by the resilience of the puppy Pokemon. It looked as though the shock from Shinx's attack only strengthened Growlithe's grip from the bite. "Ember" Marcus heard Satou yell to his Growlithe.
"Shinx, quick get out of the way!" Marcus ordered.
All at once, the Growlithe spring-boarded back, releasing his bite, launching a barrage of flames directly at Shinx. Moving as fast as he could Shinx managed to somewhat move out of the way, the attack nailing his rear half. Shinx flew backwards down the dock, only a couple feet from Marcus now, his hind legs still somewhat smoking from the attack, his breath a rapid pant now, the damage taken becoming apparent.
"Are you ok to keep going buddy?" Marcus asked his partner, the concern showing somewhat in his voice. Shinx turned his head back, nodding to Marcus affirming he was still in this fight.
"Alright, use Spark again!!" Marcus told Shinx. This time, the large ball of electricity formed on the tip of his nose and mouth again, only once reaching its peak size, Shinx launched it across the dock directly headed for Growlithe's position.

Erik's Eagles - Live forever apes! (Starship Troopers RP)

So when does this get started?

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

The Tartarus, Slaver Ship
Orbiting Vodran

Walking down the halls of the cell block, Klaatu’s nose was assaulted with the foul odors of feces, rot, and death simultaneously. The cellblock was well lit, with low ceiling, Klaatu was almost unable to fully stand up straight. The cell doors lined the walls, with a guard posted on 4 corners of the adjoining cell blocks, as well a a roaming guard in every block. Stopping at a cell, Klaatu recognized the number as the one he was looking for and ordered the accompanying guard to unlock the door.

Inside the cell was a frail brown Vodran, his horns chipped, one eye covered with a patch. He lay on the floor of the cell, an empty room with a bucket for waste and separate bucket for food to be dropped into through a small slot on the door. This particular resident was formerly the leader or elder of a Vodran village just raided by Klaatu and his men.
Klaatu and his hunters waited until dark to raid the village. Unfortunately the old vodran had seen them coming and warned his people to evacuate, with only him and a small group to give cover fire with a couple of outdated blasters. The ‘resistance’ was met with a brutal response. Klaatu ordered his men to eliminate all who held weapons and to burn the village to the ground. Had they agreed to cooperate peacefully, Klaatu would’ve only taken a few healthy males, and a couple young females. The fighting force was quickly stomped, leaving only the old Vodran alone and wounded, the rest of his people hidden in the swamps. He was taken prisoner and returned to the ship where he would have the location of his people extracted from him.

The weak frail frame lay shaking from the cold temperatures. Klaatu woke the prisoner with a swift boot to the abdomen, and spitting on him. The prisoner curled into the fetal position, holding its sore stomach. “I’m going to give you this one opportunity to tell me where you’re people ran off too. You tell me now, and your stay on my ship will be brief and painless. You stay silent or mislead me…” he stopped, a sick grin spreading across his lips “Honestly, feel free to not say anything, I’m a big fan of trying to make someone tell me.” he said quietly, placing his boot onto the alien’s head. Pushing down, he began to flail as the pressure began to build in his skull. “This is honestly the best part of my job.” Picking the alien up by its head, Klaatu quickly slammed it down on the tops of its head, breaking a couple more horns. Yelling out in pain, the alien began to squeal like a pig, telling of their villages evacuation plan and where they had planned to go. Evidently, there was a cave system underneath the village, through which the rest of vodran had escaped. “You better not be feeding us false information” He barked at the alien, kicking him again, this time in the side of the cranium. Leaving the cell, Klaatu ordered the posted guard to alert to gather his hunting squad on the top deck.

Making his way down the narrow hallway, Klaatu stepped off the elevator onto the command deck. His small force of a dozen armed hunters and trackers, had gathered on the command deck. “Alright, the vermin were hiding out in system of cave tunnels weaving under the village. According to our source, theirs multiple entrances in and out within the village. There's a large cavern connecting the tunnels at the deepest point of the cave, and that's where they are hiding.” Klaatu explained his plan to his men. They were to drop explosives in all but one entrance/ext into the caves. Bottle-necking all of the the herd is key in keeping it under control, especially when they have the numbers advantage. “Any who refuse to come out quietly are to left be left in the cave when you blow the last hole. Let them die in their bunker if they so choose.” Klaatu commanded. With their orders and fully loaded weapons, the small squad took one of the Lambdas back down to the surface. Klaatu, decided he would take a nap while his men took care of the rest.
Walking back to his quarters, he thought about his profit from this particular hull. He estimated if he could just get a dozen healthy adults, he could easily score at least a hundred thousand credits. Elderly and children wouldn’t get him as much, as most of his clientele wanted healthier livestock capable of working long periods of time. Assuming his men didn’t mess things up, this would end up being a nice payout. Klaatu lay on his bunk, calculating how much he would make after paying his crew. The end result made him smile as he dozed off, meanwhile, the village raid had just begun.

Waking sometime later to a loud banging at the door to his quarters, Klaatu opened the door ready to tear into whatever imbecile had woke him. “Commander… this had better be good.” Klaatu spoke, barely able to contain the venom in his words. Commanders Oren stood unfazed by Klaatu’s glare, becoming somewhat used to the vile alien’s poor attitude. Many saw Oren’s burned face and gave him the same look of disgust and fear Klaatu evoked out of everyone. It was out of their mutual repulsiveness that they’ve become close allies.“I would just like to inform you that the hunting party has succeeded in their mission, but there has been a slight delay in the boarding of prisoners..” Oren droned on before being cut off by Klaatu. “What do you mean problem? How hard is it to load prisoners onto a transport!?” Klaatu barked, his temper rising. “Well sir, the problem is that there were too many prisoners to be loaded onto the transport.” Oren replied. “So then tell them to make multiple trips then.” Klaatu ordered, as he began to close his door. Sticking his foot in the door, Oren quickly blurted out the last of the information “It’s over 40 prisoners sir. We would need to deploy all of our lambdas to get them all on board, but that would leave the ship understaffed.”

Klaatu stopped, and a maniacal grin began to spread across his face. “Well, this is a problem I don't, mind having.” Klaatu spoke, now stepping out of his cabin into the hallway of the command deck. “Commander Oren, set a course to bring the ship down onto Vodran, we’ll load the prisoners directly.” “Yes sir.” Oren replied, turning back towards command center. Klaatu leisurely followed, filled with glee over all of the credit’s he was going to make.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Klaatu

Name:
Klaatu Barada

Species:
Kadas'sa Nikto

Age:
43

Appearance:


Faction:
GORT Company
Equipment:
DT-57 heavy blaster
Light body/leg armor

Skills:
Unarmed Combat
Sidearms
Charismatic
Torture

Weaknesses:
Blinding hatred for hutts
Tunnel vision
Greedy
Over-Indulgent
Sadistic

History:
Klaatu was born on Nal Hutta, his parents forced to mate by the hutts as they needed the stock. He was the seventh of a dozen children that were produced by his mother before her body gave out. His childhood was spent learning to speak both his natural tongue and huttese, as well as receive training to be a guard. His natural size and stature made him the perfect body guard for the hutts. In his early years, the trainers soon realized Klaatu was more aggressive than his siblings, often exhibiting a mean streak. His trainers sought to groom this ruthlessness, often making Klaatu watch his siblings get beaten anytime he misbehaved. Soon he became dissociated from his family, no longer feeling anything when watching his brothers and sisters were assaulted. The destruction of his self conscience came when he was forced to fight his remaining siblings (those who had not already succumbed to their injuries) in a bare handed battle royale to the death. Upon finishing his combat training and his ‘education’ he was given to a member of the cartel.
Gorag was a small part of the Hutt cartel, only running a relatively small slave operation, with just a couple cargo ships and hired thugs. Klaatu, though disgusted by Gorag, quickly learned how to stay on the Hutt’s good side, as he was known for randomly offing a member of his crew without reason. Though the slave operation was small in its operation, its profit was tremendous, only having to pay its small crew, which could be made off of 1 maybe 2 twi'lek, depending on the size and age of course.
Gorag never bothered to learn the languages his slaves spoke, often ending their careers rather than wasting time trying to teach them. Seeing niche opening, Klaatu took it upon himself to relieve Gorag’s current translator from his position by removing his voice box. As gorag’s translator, Klaatu learned how Hutt business was done, how they got their cargo where it needed to be, who not to trust, where to store your credits if things get hairy, he became a sponge for information. Gorag soon began to like and even somewhat trust his translator/bodyguard giving him more and more responsibilities within his operation.
With the death of Jabba, Gorag sought to take some of the jobs left in his vacancy. This would mean a much larger hull of ‘cargo’ requiring more ships than they already had. Thanks to Hutt intelligence, Gorag caught wind of a prison ship trying to pass through hutt space discreetly, and saw opportunity to grow his business. Sending all his best available troops on a lone cargo ship, lead by Klaatu, the mission was simple, eliminate the crew, and bring the ship back.After boarding the ship, Klaatu and his gang immediately came under fire by guards patrolling the area. After eliminating the immediate threat of the guards, and capturing the ship for Gorag, Klaatu concocted a plan. Calling his crew, he offered them all an opportunity to leave Gorag permanently, and work for him, in his own business venture. Only half of the crew seemed interested in what he had to say. So he offered that half of the crew double the pay of this job to eliminate the opposing side, the decision was quick.
With his crew now reduced in half, Klaatu went over the intercom of the ship, making an offer to the prisoners aboard in the lower deck. Either join him, and work for him and receive a fair pay, or be executed here and now. Before allowing the prisoners to even consider the options, he order his troops to kill all prisoners in cell block D (¼ prisoner population, about 25). The remaining prisoners willingly joined him, some out of respect, others money, but all of them now fear their captain. Returning back to Nal Hutta, Klaatu was graciously received by his master/mentor Gorag. As a reward for a job well done, Gorag had transferred a large sum of credits into his account. Thanking Gorag, Klaatu bowed to his master and left the room as Gorag’s guards unloaded their weapons into their former master. With Gorag dead, and his former crew either dead or on his side, Klaatu took the reigns of what was Gorag’s business and began to make his own name in the universe.

GORT Company

Faction Logo:
Faction Name:
GORT (Galactic Organization of Retainer Traders) Company
Faction Classification:
Slave traders
Faction Leader:
Klaatu Barada
(TBD)
Faction Members(Players):

Important NPCs:

Oren

A former imperial commander, Oren now serves to captain the Tartarus. He has all the skills brought with basic imperial combat training. An excellent pilot and great commander, Oren was quick to rise in the ranks of the empire. Unfortunately, he made a serious miscalculation, sending his entire fleet right into a rebel trap. The ensuing battle was massive, and could have been a major Imperial victory had Oren received the backup he'd requested. With his fleet destroyed, his ship was soon boarded and Oren was captured after a long gun fight scarring his face. Oren felt betrayed by the empire. All of his men had died because the empire failed to trust his judgement and reinforce him. He was on the rebel prisoner ship when Klaatu and his men took the ship. When Klaatu offered a new start, Oren, much like Klaatu, saw opportunity in a much needed position, telling him he would need someone to pilot the ship.

Izen

Ex mechanic for the the cartel, kept all the old junk cargo ships running. Izen was indifferent to the administration change, as long as he kept his head and his pay. Proving his worth, he began offering up ideas on how to improve upon the new ship, and was soon promoted to head mechanic by klaatu and is kept on board the Tartarus, where his primary goal is to maintain and upgrade the ship. he stays in the lower deck,.

Blodo

Former munitions expert for a Rodian extremist group, an excellent bomb maker. After doing his part to help detonate a republic command post, to help pay for a new ship, he was captured by the Republic. He hates both the republic and the empire, so being offered to join Klaatu was a no brainer. He offered his talent by upgrading and fixing the weapons currently available to the crew. He works out of the Armory on the Tartarus.

Faction Assets:
The Tartarus- Heavy Prison ship: 20-25 crew/upto 100 prisoners

Top Deck

Middle Deck

Lower Deck

4 Lambda transports: 6 crew/ upto 8 prisoners

Schematic

Collectively about 60 crew members
Gorag’s Compound: Gorag owned a small cantina that acted as his base of operations and personal home. Now refitted for better serving their purpose.
Roughly 7 million credits

Faction History:
19BBY- Clone Wars end. Gorag seeks to expand his power in the cartel by eliminating other members of the cartel who impede steal his business.
17BBY- Gorag kills off all of his high ranking officers believing them to be out to get him, only allowing his personal guard and Klaatu into his quarters.
16BBY- Klaatu takes over the day to day operations of the business for Gorag, expanding the business into new ventures.
13BBY- Klaatu and his men begin attacking small villages for stock due to sales being at an all time high.
10BBY- gorag begins to pay his soldiers a ‘fair’ wage due to their commitment and success, though his men were beginning to see Klaatu holding all the cards.
9BBy- Gorag blunders, sending out a task force into dangerous territory with no planning, costing the whole crew dearly.
8BBY- Gorag’s men, lead by Klaatu, successfully capture a Heavy prisoner transport ship traveling through hutt space, with a loaded armory and full prisoner capacity.
A coup begins to form.
7.5BBY- Klaatu and his band of killers return with the ship, Gorag not knowing what had happened on the ship, welcomed his trusted ally back home. Already having paid off and convinced the rest of Gorag’s men, Klaatu killed his master, firmly placing him in charge.
7BBY- The company relaunches under new leadership and rearmed with updated equipment. Taking over right where they left off, they soon begin making more than they ever dreamed of.
4BBY- Small skirmish with the Hutt cartel, killing half the entire crew, and costing them 2 Lambdas.
2BBY- Massacre on Kintan. While recruiting on Kintan, Klaatu offered his native people an opportunity to join him. When the locals became hostile for fear they were to be enslaved if they said no, the village people attacked. The village was left in ashes.
1ABY- Business is at an all time high, with more buyers than ever seen before.
4ABY- Jabba dies, leaving the cartel weak, making it a prime time to steal contacts and further destroy the hutt empire. GORT company seeks to using the dying cartel to fertilize its own growth.

*Note: I'm looking for someone to co-run this faction with. Preferably a bounty-hunter-esque character who joined in about the same time The coup happens. Im aiming to make Klaatu more of a warden for the ship/slave-salesman. If anyone is interested, just let me know.*

Alolan Pokemon Academy

@Silverstein You're Growlithe is male, right?

Alolan Pokemon Academy

@silverstein

"Shinx watch out!!" Marcus exclaimed, to late to help. Shinx had locked in place due to the Growlithe intimidating glare. Shinx froze in place as the puppy Pokemon pounced and latched onto shinx's neck and jaw. Shinx yelped out in pain.

"Quick Shinx use spark!!" Marcus shouted, hoping to fry the fur off of Growlithe. Shinx began to charge all its energy quickly forming into a large ball of bolts, sparking and crackly. Swiftly the flash Pokemon swung the ball down towards the Growlithe biting on his chest. Shinx felt something extra stemming from within him, an urge to be alpha male over the Growlithe, a RIVALRY of sorts.

Digimon: Reign of the Demon Lords

So do we need to fill out an application for both digimon and tamer, or can we just apply for the role we intend to play? I.e. If i just want to play a digimon, do i still need to fill out a tamer sheet?

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@LordLinguinie are you finding it hard to get posting?

@Sep

Yea, sorry about it. Was originally hoping to get a partner for some storylines , but I can adjust and just go solo.

Alolan Pokemon Academy

@Silverstein
Listening to the story Marcus was surprised at what he heard. Someone actually trying to harness the power of the weather trio was unfathomable.
"We had a similar experience in Solaceon Town. Late in the night Team galactic broke into the ruins right next to town and stole an artifact guarded by the unknown." Marcus said remembering the investigation taking over the town for a week.
"I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the creation trio, but Im not really sure." He said scratching his head.
Looking around the dock, there was still no sign of the head master.
"Hey, since we have the spare time, what so you say to a quick battle. Your Growlithe, My Shinx? Unless you're you don't think you can handle the challenge." He said in a light teasing tone. Shinx stood, his ears sticking up when hearing the mention of a battle. The duo stood ready for battle, waiting for the fiery haired boy's answer.

The Sea King (Viking RP)

Too late for more interest?