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Alice has Jason's back if the gattling guns don't stand down.
New Darth Scelus and Corrin post is up. Also, heads up to the Nightingale Crew: I modified Corrin a bit; he is now a Chiss instead of a human.
Rakata Prime
“Ah, Lord Reaver. How nice of you to finally join us. Yes. Let’s get down to business…”
Darth Scelus scanned his two “allies” before continuing. The treaty between their three separate orders was a shaky one, at best. They had agreed to join forces against the Jedi in order to eradicate them from the face of the galaxy. Scelus doubted this goal would be achieved any time soon, but he was willing to be optimistic so long as the three Sith Lords didn’t try to betray one another too soon. If this were to happen, the entire army they had worked so hard to form would crumble and be wiped out by the Jedi Order. The very idea brought a sour taste to his mouth, which in turn caused a disgusted look to form upon his face; this, of course, went unseen by his compatriots because of his mask. Each of the Sith Lords concealed their faces from one another as a sort of unspoken rule; Reaver and Scelus wore their masks, and Genitrix wore a shimmery purple veil over her face.
“Back to my previous question, Lady Genitrix: how goes the war front on Csilla?”
“It goes well, Lord Scelus. We have pushed forward little by little into a valley. I will need more troops in order to secure the valley, however.”
“More troops? We just sent you two hundred Dark Jedi. What have you done with them now?”
Darth Scelus knew Genitrix was the sort of commander to sacrifice her own troops for the most simple of victories, but this was the mistake made by sending her to lead the battle on Csilla. He should have gone himself, but he was far too busy here on Rakata Prime leading the archaeological digs into the ancient chambers they now inhabited. What a situation he had put their order in. He sighed outwardly as he prepared himself for the Asari’s answer.
“The Jedi lured a battalion into an ambush in a valley and were wiping them out until I sent in a bombing run to cause an avalanche in order to wipe the Jedi troops out.”
“You wasted bombs for such a simple victory? You could have simply sent in more troops to sweep in from the sides and enact a pincer movement of your own.”
“I could spare no more troops of my own as they were busy elsewhere, Lord Scelus.”
The Asari heavily emphasized the word ‘lord’. Scelus knew she did not respect or even remotely like him since he had taken his seat on the Tribunal from his former Master; Genitrix always thought he was too young and too naive to be a proper Sith Lord. He was more competent than she was, though. Scelus earned his place on the Tribunal the same way any Sith would; by killing his Master and taking his place. Genitrix was just bitter that one of her apprentices didn’t take a seat on the Tribunal, which would have given her two votes for all decisions put forth by the Tribunal, and then she would control the Sith army, a thought that made Scelus shudder to think about.
“On to new business then, Lady Genitrix,” Scelus said this as humbly as he could.
“Yes, of course, Lord Scelus. How are the new recruits coming along in their training, Lord Reaver?”
She purposely chose to ask about other matters than Scelus’s digs, in hopes of making him mad and getting some reaction from him.
Malastare
Corrin made his way to the designated hangar bay through the crowded streets, all the while scanning the extranet on his omnitool, which he had rigged to be a light purple color. He was reading up on the war between the Republic and Rebellion and even managed to find a few snippets of news on the war raging between the Sith and Jedi. The latter was currently raging on his homeworld, or rather his species’ homeworld, Csilla. Corrin himself was from Onderon, and therefore was not affected by the war on Csilla. His red eyes flashed across the screen of his omnitool, taking in information he had found on the two major wars taking place in the galaxy currently. These wars were good for businesses, as terrible as it sounded to say out loud, but it was true; these wars were good for arms dealers, shipyards, and even freelancers like Corrin himself and the new crew he had just joined.
He was sure it would possible and rather easy to get jobs were any of the armies taking place in either war. The jobs would most likely be smuggling jobs, at least Corrin hoped they would mostly be smuggling jobs, as he didn’t feel any sort of strong enough pull to any of the sides to risk his life by fighting for them. Soon enough he arrived at the hangar bay and made his way over to the appropriate docking bay. He closed down his omnitool as he walked over to the ship, where he was greeted by a human man and a Wookiee.
“Hello there. I’m Corrin, your new slicer and mechanic.”
“Ah, Lord Reaver. How nice of you to finally join us. Yes. Let’s get down to business…”
Darth Scelus scanned his two “allies” before continuing. The treaty between their three separate orders was a shaky one, at best. They had agreed to join forces against the Jedi in order to eradicate them from the face of the galaxy. Scelus doubted this goal would be achieved any time soon, but he was willing to be optimistic so long as the three Sith Lords didn’t try to betray one another too soon. If this were to happen, the entire army they had worked so hard to form would crumble and be wiped out by the Jedi Order. The very idea brought a sour taste to his mouth, which in turn caused a disgusted look to form upon his face; this, of course, went unseen by his compatriots because of his mask. Each of the Sith Lords concealed their faces from one another as a sort of unspoken rule; Reaver and Scelus wore their masks, and Genitrix wore a shimmery purple veil over her face.
“Back to my previous question, Lady Genitrix: how goes the war front on Csilla?”
“It goes well, Lord Scelus. We have pushed forward little by little into a valley. I will need more troops in order to secure the valley, however.”
“More troops? We just sent you two hundred Dark Jedi. What have you done with them now?”
Darth Scelus knew Genitrix was the sort of commander to sacrifice her own troops for the most simple of victories, but this was the mistake made by sending her to lead the battle on Csilla. He should have gone himself, but he was far too busy here on Rakata Prime leading the archaeological digs into the ancient chambers they now inhabited. What a situation he had put their order in. He sighed outwardly as he prepared himself for the Asari’s answer.
“The Jedi lured a battalion into an ambush in a valley and were wiping them out until I sent in a bombing run to cause an avalanche in order to wipe the Jedi troops out.”
“You wasted bombs for such a simple victory? You could have simply sent in more troops to sweep in from the sides and enact a pincer movement of your own.”
“I could spare no more troops of my own as they were busy elsewhere, Lord Scelus.”
The Asari heavily emphasized the word ‘lord’. Scelus knew she did not respect or even remotely like him since he had taken his seat on the Tribunal from his former Master; Genitrix always thought he was too young and too naive to be a proper Sith Lord. He was more competent than she was, though. Scelus earned his place on the Tribunal the same way any Sith would; by killing his Master and taking his place. Genitrix was just bitter that one of her apprentices didn’t take a seat on the Tribunal, which would have given her two votes for all decisions put forth by the Tribunal, and then she would control the Sith army, a thought that made Scelus shudder to think about.
“On to new business then, Lady Genitrix,” Scelus said this as humbly as he could.
“Yes, of course, Lord Scelus. How are the new recruits coming along in their training, Lord Reaver?”
She purposely chose to ask about other matters than Scelus’s digs, in hopes of making him mad and getting some reaction from him.
Malastare
Corrin made his way to the designated hangar bay through the crowded streets, all the while scanning the extranet on his omnitool, which he had rigged to be a light purple color. He was reading up on the war between the Republic and Rebellion and even managed to find a few snippets of news on the war raging between the Sith and Jedi. The latter was currently raging on his homeworld, or rather his species’ homeworld, Csilla. Corrin himself was from Onderon, and therefore was not affected by the war on Csilla. His red eyes flashed across the screen of his omnitool, taking in information he had found on the two major wars taking place in the galaxy currently. These wars were good for businesses, as terrible as it sounded to say out loud, but it was true; these wars were good for arms dealers, shipyards, and even freelancers like Corrin himself and the new crew he had just joined.
He was sure it would possible and rather easy to get jobs were any of the armies taking place in either war. The jobs would most likely be smuggling jobs, at least Corrin hoped they would mostly be smuggling jobs, as he didn’t feel any sort of strong enough pull to any of the sides to risk his life by fighting for them. Soon enough he arrived at the hangar bay and made his way over to the appropriate docking bay. He closed down his omnitool as he walked over to the ship, where he was greeted by a human man and a Wookiee.
“Hello there. I’m Corrin, your new slicer and mechanic.”
The answer from the warlock was not the one he desired, but he had already agreed to go along. If the warlock did not have the knowledge he desired, than this venture might very well lead him to the someone who did possess the knowledge of wind magic. Salas looked around the clearing once more, taking in his new companions for however long this quest and possibly others would take. He knew little to nothing about either of them, but he assumed that the other two knew very little about each other as well. Why would tell each other more than was necessary? Extra knowledge further than that was pointless on the road; it could also get you killed or give someone an edge over you.
Salas watched and listened, two things he had grown accustomed to since the loss of his tongue, as the great dragon spoke yet again. It, or rather he, spoke of how the Withering was unable to affect the Anaxim because of the Demon Prison’s presence, but this only led to more questions and worries about the quest at hand. Could this mean the Withering was indeed a demon’s doing? The nature of the plague would make sense if this were the truth behind it. What other being besides a demon would cause a plague that ate at the souls of those infected? This would also make the plague even more difficult to destroy.
Salas leaned against the tree he had adopted since coming to this clearing. He intended to keep watch over his new companions as they slept. They might not trust him to do this task, but he was the best suited to do so, other than the dragon perhaps. He pulled one of his throwing knives, of which he was now missing one, from the harness around his chest and begin to fiddle with it, throwing it into the ground and pulling it free once more. He would be the mages’ sword on this journey as he said he would be, but he wished to become more than just a sword.
Salas watched and listened, two things he had grown accustomed to since the loss of his tongue, as the great dragon spoke yet again. It, or rather he, spoke of how the Withering was unable to affect the Anaxim because of the Demon Prison’s presence, but this only led to more questions and worries about the quest at hand. Could this mean the Withering was indeed a demon’s doing? The nature of the plague would make sense if this were the truth behind it. What other being besides a demon would cause a plague that ate at the souls of those infected? This would also make the plague even more difficult to destroy.
Salas leaned against the tree he had adopted since coming to this clearing. He intended to keep watch over his new companions as they slept. They might not trust him to do this task, but he was the best suited to do so, other than the dragon perhaps. He pulled one of his throwing knives, of which he was now missing one, from the harness around his chest and begin to fiddle with it, throwing it into the ground and pulling it free once more. He would be the mages’ sword on this journey as he said he would be, but he wished to become more than just a sword.
Got my post up.
In the midst of her jokingly flirting with Jason, some sort of motorcycle, one she had never seen before, came hurtling into the chamber; the cycle split in two to avoid hitting the two Asylums and then reformed into a barrier of sorts complete with a gattling gun that was pointed at Jason. Alice stood and stared for a moment, not entirely sure how to react to the sudden appearance of the girl on the cycle. The gun remained pointing at Jason, not her, which confused her even more. Alice barely heard Jason’s reaction to the newcomer over the robots’ mechanized orders, but turned toward him upon hearing it.
“Bodyguards? You insult me, sir. I can guard my own body. As for the first date, maybe when we get out of here,” Alice said the last bit with an amused smirk and a small laugh. When Jason complied to the order of backing away from her, she couldn’t help but redirect her gaze to the gattling gun, which appeared to be spinning slightly. Alice made a subtle movement of her wrist to get ahold of a few of the gas pellets on one of her bracelets while stepping between Jason and the gun. The person behind the barrier didn’t seem to be one of the Kings, as they were known to carry claymores imbued with their alchemy.
“He wasn’t mugging me. We just happened upon this area in an unfortunate turn of events above ground. You seem to be the helpful sort. How’s about you help us find our friend? She’s the little girl that just screamed ‘peek-a-boo’ for the whole of Vegas to hear.”
Alice kept a firm grip on the gas pellets, ready to throw them down and pull Jason to the nearest exit if the situation got any worse than it already was.
Barnabas fell in step behind Bjorn, glad that the larger man trusted him enough to follow his plans. Now it was time for Barnabas to trust Bjorn’s sense of hearing to locate the Chrono; from he had witnessed at the base, Barnabas had finally inferred that Bjorn’s alchemy was Sound Manipulation, which meant he should be able to find the Chrono a lot easier than he could just from a short yell like the one they were following now through the dark tunnels beneath Vegas. Barnabas kept his revolver at chest height, ready to shoot any enemies he saw; he also switched the silencer mechanism off, as it seemed pointless now to keep their location a mystery. He figured that the whole tunnel system would be filled with fighting soon as each team from AMRO tried to center on the Chrono.
No sooner had he thought that, then he heard two gunshots ahead of them down the tunnel. He quickened his pace to keep up with Bjorn, but stopped at the end of the tunnel instead of rushing into the room as Bjorn had. Barnabas noticed Bjorn look down and off ahead of him and the Chrono, then he heard the man utter two words, “Oh fuck.” These words were never good to hear from anyone. Barnabas threw himself to the ground as Bjorn threw himself in front of the Chrono. The room filled with noise and heat, followed by debris and dust. When the explosion was over, Barnabas brought himself up into a sitting position. Luckily the tunnel hadn’t caved in on top of him, but he was covered in dust that was shook loose by the force of the explosion. He brushed himself off as he stood up and walked into the room and up to Bjorn and the Chrono.
“Are you two alright?”
“Bodyguards? You insult me, sir. I can guard my own body. As for the first date, maybe when we get out of here,” Alice said the last bit with an amused smirk and a small laugh. When Jason complied to the order of backing away from her, she couldn’t help but redirect her gaze to the gattling gun, which appeared to be spinning slightly. Alice made a subtle movement of her wrist to get ahold of a few of the gas pellets on one of her bracelets while stepping between Jason and the gun. The person behind the barrier didn’t seem to be one of the Kings, as they were known to carry claymores imbued with their alchemy.
“He wasn’t mugging me. We just happened upon this area in an unfortunate turn of events above ground. You seem to be the helpful sort. How’s about you help us find our friend? She’s the little girl that just screamed ‘peek-a-boo’ for the whole of Vegas to hear.”
Alice kept a firm grip on the gas pellets, ready to throw them down and pull Jason to the nearest exit if the situation got any worse than it already was.
Barnabas fell in step behind Bjorn, glad that the larger man trusted him enough to follow his plans. Now it was time for Barnabas to trust Bjorn’s sense of hearing to locate the Chrono; from he had witnessed at the base, Barnabas had finally inferred that Bjorn’s alchemy was Sound Manipulation, which meant he should be able to find the Chrono a lot easier than he could just from a short yell like the one they were following now through the dark tunnels beneath Vegas. Barnabas kept his revolver at chest height, ready to shoot any enemies he saw; he also switched the silencer mechanism off, as it seemed pointless now to keep their location a mystery. He figured that the whole tunnel system would be filled with fighting soon as each team from AMRO tried to center on the Chrono.
No sooner had he thought that, then he heard two gunshots ahead of them down the tunnel. He quickened his pace to keep up with Bjorn, but stopped at the end of the tunnel instead of rushing into the room as Bjorn had. Barnabas noticed Bjorn look down and off ahead of him and the Chrono, then he heard the man utter two words, “Oh fuck.” These words were never good to hear from anyone. Barnabas threw himself to the ground as Bjorn threw himself in front of the Chrono. The room filled with noise and heat, followed by debris and dust. When the explosion was over, Barnabas brought himself up into a sitting position. Luckily the tunnel hadn’t caved in on top of him, but he was covered in dust that was shook loose by the force of the explosion. He brushed himself off as he stood up and walked into the room and up to Bjorn and the Chrono.
“Are you two alright?”
Two things, Leos. One: No to the Reaper material armor. Please make it something else. Two: Cortosis is one of the only material to be able to withstand lightsabers, so maybe just have your gunsword made of that. Possibly even your armor if you want a really durable armor for your character.
Change those two things, and then you should be good to go.
Change those two things, and then you should be good to go.
Yes, we are looking for players. As for the new race, send me a PM about it, and I will decide.
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Yeah. We may have to reboot the crew if he's actually vanished.
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