Three days earlier, unknown Imperial Star Destroyer orbiting Coruscant.
"You requested my immediate presence, Colonel Yularen?"
The tall-standing man stood with his back straight and his feet well planted on the floor of the Star Destroyer, awaiting what his superior had to say to his hurried presence. In front of him stood a slightly shorter man, with grey hair and an aged face, but with eyes just as determined as they had been for all of his life. The grey-haired Colonel turned around and looked at the man in black uniform, as if he was pondering on what to say to his own soldier. But it didn't take long before he spoke.
-"Gerradian,yes I summoned you. I will cut straight to the case; you are being sent on a top-secret mission to the planet of Utapau. You will be travelling undercover, no support from allied units and no escape route other than what you plan yourself. This mission is not on record anywhere in the Imperial data-bases, so this is a need-to-know basis, understood?"
"Of course, Colonel, as always. What is my mission?"
-"Grand, as always. Your mission is to locate the leader of Utapau, Garnak Fey of the Fey Family, and eliminate him. It is vital that you reach him before the Rebels get in contact and establish an alliance. There are other members of the Fey family that knows that the Utapau is best incorporated into the Galactic Empire, so your Garnak is your only target. Find him, and eliminate him. Without a trace, of course."
Present day, Utapau orbit.
Doran Gerradian orbited around Utapau in his civilian-marked ship, personally modified for optimal speed and cloaking-equipment. He knew his mission inside out now, for three days he had received information from several Imperial spies about the current state of affairs on Utapau, and he had hatched a plan. The Rebels hadn't made any presence in this system yet, and Doran felt confident that time was on his side. He smiled for himself, feeling proud to serve the Empire and the Emperor, and the fact that he was trusted with this mission. Confident with the situation, he began the flight down to the surface, and then the landing on Utapau, ready to do his duty.
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Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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Done with the Bio, accepted?
I'll finish the Bio today, got some important things to attend to first.
No problems, I was asleep then.
Oh come on, I wanted to kill him! How am I supposed to complete my mission now?
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I like the intro :) Do you wish to write the first IC post, or shall I?
Name: Harran O'Stoner, "The Salesman".
Age: 40
Sex: Male
Race: Hafling
Class(lol): Swordsman salesman
Bio: 40 years ago in a small village far west, Harran was born by his mother during what they could only describe as a massive thunder storm, even though the sky was clear and filled with stars. His parents took this as a good sign, and thought that he would one day grow up to become something grand, bringing glory and honour to his family name!
As he grew up, he felt out of place whenever he looked at the other hafling children; the others enjoyed life by laying in the hay and drinking lemonade all day, if they weren't chasing down the pigs or hafling girls, he wanted other things. Don't get him wrong though, he did love drinking that pumpkin lemonade, and there was this cute girl hafling that had kissed him during the Autumn Festival, but he wanted more! What was this more? Adventures!
At the age of 16, Harran ran away from home only packing two bottles of pumpkin lemonade and his clothes. He would have gotten further than the town bridge, but he realized that it was almost time for breakfast, and so he ran back home.
It took another three years before he left home, this time wit the approval of his parents. He set off to the big city, where he would find his future. Well, at least a few years of it. He found work at a blacksmith, and soon learned how to smith the best of blades, but even better, how to sell the useless swords at a winning price. With cunning and a flattering smile, Harran captivated countless of customers who bought their swords. Unfortunate as Harran was, his boss and teacher died a year after Harran's arrival under mysterious circumstances, having been stabbed in the butt by poorly made swords. The killer was never found, and Harran took over the blacksmith for years to come.
Thousands of overly-prized swords later, Harran grew tired of his now stable job as a blacksmith, and set of on another adventure. This time, he headed north, into the winter.
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Age: 40
Sex: Male
Race: Hafling
Class(lol): Swordsman salesman
Bio: 40 years ago in a small village far west, Harran was born by his mother during what they could only describe as a massive thunder storm, even though the sky was clear and filled with stars. His parents took this as a good sign, and thought that he would one day grow up to become something grand, bringing glory and honour to his family name!
As he grew up, he felt out of place whenever he looked at the other hafling children; the others enjoyed life by laying in the hay and drinking lemonade all day, if they weren't chasing down the pigs or hafling girls, he wanted other things. Don't get him wrong though, he did love drinking that pumpkin lemonade, and there was this cute girl hafling that had kissed him during the Autumn Festival, but he wanted more! What was this more? Adventures!
At the age of 16, Harran ran away from home only packing two bottles of pumpkin lemonade and his clothes. He would have gotten further than the town bridge, but he realized that it was almost time for breakfast, and so he ran back home.
It took another three years before he left home, this time wit the approval of his parents. He set off to the big city, where he would find his future. Well, at least a few years of it. He found work at a blacksmith, and soon learned how to smith the best of blades, but even better, how to sell the useless swords at a winning price. With cunning and a flattering smile, Harran captivated countless of customers who bought their swords. Unfortunate as Harran was, his boss and teacher died a year after Harran's arrival under mysterious circumstances, having been stabbed in the butt by poorly made swords. The killer was never found, and Harran took over the blacksmith for years to come.
Thousands of overly-prized swords later, Harran grew tired of his now stable job as a blacksmith, and set of on another adventure. This time, he headed north, into the winter.
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I'm in, and I pick the class of Salesman Swordsman!
"Oh, before I chop your arms off and cause your certain death, I'd like to show you this first-class sword! It's been made by under-payed peasants using nothing more that dirt, But it has never failed me once! And it can be yours for only 499£, oh, and your head of course! Just sign here, and here...Thank you." *Chop*
"Oh, before I chop your arms off and cause your certain death, I'd like to show you this first-class sword! It's been made by under-payed peasants using nothing more that dirt, But it has never failed me once! And it can be yours for only 499£, oh, and your head of course! Just sign here, and here...Thank you." *Chop*
Could be interesting :) Are the camps only inhabited by humans and the rest of the races fortify themselves in their own forts, or are they fighting together to stay alive?
Sturm Adler had expected to fight and travel quite many different places with the 505th and Raven Squad, and so he had, but partaking in a sub-sea assault had not passed him at all. The only time he had been in a submarine other than this travel to Iceland, was when they travelled by U-boat from Germany, all the way to Argentina and then across the Pacific Ocean, and now the High Command demanded that he and Victoria do something never done before. Then again, they were both part of the 505th, and they always completed the impossible, more or less with total destruction.
He moved right behind Victoria as they made their way to the torpedo room, and Victoria slenderly slipped into her own piece of armour, just as terrifying as those worn by the rest of the 505th. "You would be the only one I'd consider sharing one with, now you realize how the rest of the 505th feels inside their shell." He said to who he now had to refer to as Swordfish, quite fitting really. She was always such a tease towards him, but she meant every word she said. Victoria knew how strong of a woman she really was, and everything about her said that she didn't take shit from anyway, knowing how to deal with life in her own way without any help, and how to treat a man like he felt appreciated. And many a time after their first encounter back at Peenemünde, they had had plenty of times to show eachother what they felt, and would do, with each other.
The torpedo carrying Stürm Adler shot out of the U-boat, headed towards island of Grimsey where they would meet the last bastion of "Democracy and Freedom" in Europe. Now they would show them what would rule Europe under a 1000-year Reich, Germany. "Jawhol, meine Frau. Remember who's going to looking out for your ass up there."
He moved right behind Victoria as they made their way to the torpedo room, and Victoria slenderly slipped into her own piece of armour, just as terrifying as those worn by the rest of the 505th. "You would be the only one I'd consider sharing one with, now you realize how the rest of the 505th feels inside their shell." He said to who he now had to refer to as Swordfish, quite fitting really. She was always such a tease towards him, but she meant every word she said. Victoria knew how strong of a woman she really was, and everything about her said that she didn't take shit from anyway, knowing how to deal with life in her own way without any help, and how to treat a man like he felt appreciated. And many a time after their first encounter back at Peenemünde, they had had plenty of times to show eachother what they felt, and would do, with each other.
The torpedo carrying Stürm Adler shot out of the U-boat, headed towards island of Grimsey where they would meet the last bastion of "Democracy and Freedom" in Europe. Now they would show them what would rule Europe under a 1000-year Reich, Germany. "Jawhol, meine Frau. Remember who's going to looking out for your ass up there."
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