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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@Sep Well I didn't think we were adhering to Disney canon. Are we? This RP deviates from it, but I can change it. Also I'll switch to acolyte with Kyto^^

Forgot to even specify weapons tbh.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The Biologus rubbed his chin with his long fingers. "Play it back if you would, Captain," he told Sayeeda in a respectful tone. Most likely he considered it prudent to hold no judgements of anyone for their profession, particularly if they gave him something new to learn. When Junebug reversed the footage back, he asked it to be paused when the Xenos were amid the human bodies. The image caused the military men in the room to clench their jaws in anger, whereas the Nobles seemed more sickened by their collective fates, as well as the gruesome images.

"Interesting..." He mused. The silence as he considered was deafening. Neil dug into his ear with his pinky finger in the background, trying to scratch a particular itch. Rogefar shook his head in the meantime. "I would need one to examine to know for certain, but they're neither arachnids nor of the order hymenoptera, yet almost a hybrid of both. And yet...not..." his eyes widened. "If I had to guess, your Highness, I would say they were a life form based on silicates. That might explain their other-worldly biology, and why they are so incredibly durable as you have claimed, Captain Cyckali. They seem eusocial as well, though this is all highly speculative of course-"

"And what does any of this mean," The Duke cut in.

Rogefar blinked, as if snapping back into reality. "Yes, o-of course," he said, stepping back and pulling at his collar. "I get lost in my speculations as you know, your Highness." Æthelwulf waved him to continue, and he presented himself before the Duke. Astador stood beside the Duke, black armored arms crossed. He looked impassive with his helmet on, but he resonated attentiveness all the same.

"I have never heard of Organisms being used to transport others through the vacuum of space, but if from what little I have seen here is correct, it is not entirely out of the realm of possibility."

"What is the most effective way of killing them?" Astador asked.

"Fire worked well." Neil pipped in, causing everyone to swerve and look at him. Neil didn't seem too bothered by that however. Rogefar continued. "Yes. Fire and super heated steam, perhaps. Conventional weaponry would be effective, of course. But perhaps not as much as one would hope. If they are truly eusocial, they'll have a command structure and leader organisms. They would move in a way that would seem odd to conventional tactics. But that's assuming they are intelligent beasts. They wouldn't be without a central hive mind. If they are, however...it would be very difficult to defend the lands between Manu-Cities. The villages and towns, they would need to be evacuated, your Highness."

"Do you realize the manpower that would take?" Rekkr pipped in. He stepped toward the Magos Biologis, causing the man to shrink back. Rekkr glanced from the Duke to Rogefar. "My men's families are out there. We'll defend every inch of this planet if need be."

"Rekkr," The Duke replied, drawing the big man's gaze. "If this is all true, defending the factories would be far easier than defending open spaces. We would have free reign to bombard the Xenos that landed there as well."

"Your Highness!-"

"Silence." Æthelwulf said, slamming his fist onto the arm of his throne. "I recognize your concern, old friend. But I'll not be questioned on the defense of my world. I need your support."

"Your Highness," a voice called from the back.

"What!?" Æthelwulf snarled, causing the disheveled messenger to blanch back in fear. He didn't know what to say for a moment, before sputtering to continue. "A-Anomalies have been spotted three hundred thousand kilometers from orbit, and we have lost communication with Virinax."

The room fell into a hush once more, though it was short lived. Within seconds, a burst of commotion erupted once the news had sunk in. Lords leaping up, announcing they were returning to their facilities. Rekkr calling to get the High Gunner on the comm, and Neil simply whistling his condolences. It was when the Duke stood up and called for the arrest of the Lords that the room suddenly calmed once more.

"Arrest?" Byrnhold repeated incredulously, laughing in disbelief. "You forget yourself sir! You don't have the comman-"

"I have absolute command, my Lord." The Duke spat. "This is only temporary, until I can find out why there were men studying these beasts at the facilities. Don't think I have not had you and yours investigated, either. We will speak more of this later, but as of now your resources are recommissioned for the greater good of Fornax." The pronouncement turned the Lords from arrogant windbags to red-faced windbags. The Duke ignored them, turning to Astador. "We'll need your Knights to aid in evacuations."

"You have them," Astador replied, his voice reverberating from within his helmet. Æthelwulf gave a curt nod, before his eyes fell on Sayeeda and Neil. "I assume you two want to live?"

Neil nodded his head, Sayeeda giving a nod akin to the one he just gave Astador. "Good. If you survive this I'll see you suitably rewarded once more, but for now we need to evacuate the townships and villages. Take your ship and do so. You'll be given coordinates. Astador and his Knights will do the same. Take a few of his Knights to aid you."
@Penny

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Damn, give her 24 hours at least.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

Name: Sol'id Fist

Species: Mandalorian

Age: 36

Appearance:

Sol'id Fist is an imposing figure of a man. Broad and tall, if he stood motionless in his armor he would seem reminiscent of a Mandalorian statue of old. Approximately, his height is a looming 1.93 meters. If it wasn't for the helmet that couldn't fit a snout, some might think him a Trandoshan from the scaled armor (though a bit on the short side). His cable-like muscles are covered in scarred and ruddy skin, and without his armor on, his bulk is a hefty 112 Kilograms. Even among his clan, he was always large, and it gained him an edge of his fellows when it came to close combat, and the amount of gear he could carry. Ever since he was young, he was larger and stronger than most of his other clanmates, so he moves with an inexorable confidence, further enhanced by his Mando'o fearlessness. He moves with a surety that every step of his big feet while take him closer to whatever goal he has in mind.

You'd be hard pressed to see him without his armor and durasteel helmet on, preferring to remain weighted with his combat gear. He learned as a child that taking comfort in being unprepared is the recipe for disaster. Of course, wearing it nonstop is impossible, but he tends to keep it on when performing business, and he is hardly not performing business. Though if it were to be taken off, one would hardly ever see his face in extreme emotion. It's his body that speaks more than his face. His stance is relaxed but strong, reminiscent of a hunting cat on the prowl. His large hands often flex when he's under stress, or is eager for a challenge. Though his hints are subtle, they'll often speak far more than the emotions seen on his visage. To see him laugh is an odd sight, for he'll go into an almost dramatic head toss. The rare times he lets loose with his emotions, he often doesn't hold back.

Underneath he's not an unhandsome figure, though far too severe and weathered to be considered easy on the eyes. With a strong jaw, piercing grey eyes, and cropped black hair, he'd look very much a soldier if he donned a different set of armor on. The lines on his face and the intelligence in his eyes are written in experience, not age.

Faction: Freelance (Paid by the Hutts atm)

Equipment:

• Adverse Environment Gear
• Rebreather Mask
• Holodisk
• Utility Belt
• 10 Stimpaks
• Jet Pack

Weapons -

• Vibro Axe - 8 pounds
• Custom Mandalorian Design Blaster - 4 pounds
• Wrist Mounted Rocket - 2 pounds.
• 14 inch Vibroblade - 1 pound
• Durasteel Combat Armor - 25 pounds.

Personal starship - The Hammer

Skills:

• Sol'id is a steady Shot.
• Excellent, efficient, and brutal hand to hand/melee combatant.
• Very strong and tough
• Can run for long periods of time without getting winded
• Strategic thinker
• Extremely determined and dependable.
• Not the best in the galaxy, but a fair pilot.
• Knows how to operate many types of basic and exotic weapons from all of his jobs.
• Can speak multiple languages.

Weaknesses:

• Tends not to suffer fools. If you're being a liability or incompetent around him, he might not kill you immediately, but your days are numbered. Makes him a bad teammate.
• Has an intense battle lust. Will become angered if someone deprives him of a fight/a good hunt.
• Isn't verbally tactful in the slightest.
• While a good shot, he has no true long ranged equipment.
• You have to earn his respect. He will not respect you, and doesn't take well to being disrespected in turn.
• A bit heavy for long flights in his jetpack.
• Tends to stand out in a crowd (not that he cares).

History:
Sol'id was born on the Twi'Lek homeworld Ryloth, being raised among the nomadic Fist clan who'd made their home in the equitorial jungle. The clan had just recently landed when he was born, fighting their way through harsh temperatures and wild beasts. They tried to make a foothold among the terrible conditions and built forts, beginning to train young Mandalorians through spartan conditions and intense sessions of survival, combat, and work outs. His elders broke him as they broke all of their young ones, to thrive through difficulty, and to see it as a challenge to overcome.

Clashes with the local Twi'leks were not particularly common, but they were by no means rare either. Sol'id and his fellow young clan mates were taught to kill by fighting Twi'lek raiders. It was their fighting patterns and weaponry he first become accustomed to. Much of it was illegal weaponry, as the Hutts had claimed the planet for trade long ago, buying slave girls and mercenaries from its people.

By age 13, Sol'id and his peers were sent into the wilderness, and were told to survive together and travel through 200 miles of wilderness. Out of 87 young Mandalorians, only 14 survived, Sol'id included. He had scars across his jawline, skin parched of moisture, and a shield made of a Gutkurr carapace. Indeed the boys had not killed the beast alone, but it was Sol'id who held it off and finished it. The other children had helped him carve the shield, and followed his lead from then on out.

Clan Fist were Neo crusaders, trying to rebuild their population to spew forth from Ryloth and conquer worlds as they had years ago. But it seemed the population of their small clan was too small to shatter worlds and cause the Galaxy to tremble. However, a few hundred Mandalorians were still enough to raid, and raid they did. Sol'id and his fellows attacked Imperial military facilities and bases, sacking outposts and ransacking outer rim cargo shipments.

Eventually they were approached by one called Virdan, a dark acolyte who offered them prime targets fighting Imperial troops. Sol'id had carried out a successful maneuver raiding a military Imperial vessel off of Antar 4, saving his brothers during the raid. They'd elected him leader after the previous leader Zolden Khan was killed, and Sol'id accepted the acolytes proposal.

He felt an intense pride and camraderie with them, having fought and led his fellows into battle, sometimes surviving off nothing but scraps, or salvaged materials, for sometimes no matter what money they had, being behind enemy lines meant they needed to remain hidden often enough. He would have it no other way. Their love of combat was second only to the honor they showed one another, and worthy foes.

The Acolyte paid well, and gave them good information. That is, until their last job. It seemed he was done with them, for he had guided them into a trap on Corellia, fighting an overwhelming force of Commandos and artillery. The Sith employer having used the failed attempt at raiding to garner attention away from smuggling various Nightsisters past the planet and into the mid-rim.

Sol'id was the only survivor, and he was imprisoned. Though two months later he would escape the facility, killing 3 guards with his bare hands.

His clan mates dead, with the law after him, he found himself without a purpose, and traveled back to Rhyloth to contact an old friend who helped him get in communication with the Hutts, giving him bounties to go after. If he was to continue living, he would do it the Mandalorian way. For 4 years, he hunted bounties for the Hutts.

So'lid found himself under the employ of one Jabba the Hutt, doing difficult bounties no one else would touch and gaining a reputation as a dependable and ruthless hunter. He gained his custom Zabrak Blaster Rifle after pursuing a martial master of combat on Iridonia. Said incident involved a Zabrak named Relar-mur, an accomplished combat instructor located in the Iridonian Capital City. He'd only been an instructor the past few years. Beforehand, he'd been a notable mercenary who had cheated Vishnu out of a lot of credits in order to set up a home life back on Iridonia and teach his trade. It took Sol'id a few months to find him, and a week on-world to capture him. The old Merc was wiley and knew the city well, and when they came to blows, it took all of Sol'ids skill to beat him and bag him.

His latest hunt was a hard one as well. He was meant to track down another dark acolyte warrior, a Twi'Lek force user called Kyto Tan on the toxic planet of Haruun Kal. It was a contract sent by an anonymous benefactor, relayed through Vishnu with a promise he would get a cut of the reward credits. The acolyte had traveled there to assassinate a Korunnai clan leader who had been organizing his force sensitive warriors to aid the republic. Sol'id arrived not a week after Kyto had landed, and nearly caught Kyto by surprise with his wrist mounted rocket, only for it to be deflected. He'd charged in via his jet back just after however, and fought the acolyte through the jungle. The acolyte escaped, but Sol'id had tracked his ship and destroyed it, marooning him upon the planet most likely. The next time he found Kyto, he chased him into the toxic lowlands, the acolyte using his powers of the force to survive while Sol'id relied on his rebreather. He lay in wait along the rocky crags of a valley that led back into habitable air, and eventually his patience proved the greater as he saw Kyto fleeing back up the valley. He took him by surprise with his rocket this time, effectively dispatching the acolyte and ending the hunt.

When he arrived back to Jabba, the Hutt had been killed and he found a new employer who sought to test him, having received word of a drunk dug with a gambling problem. He told Sol'id to collect him, and the Mandalorian did, knowing it was just something to keep him busy while he was waiting for another real job. The following year, the Empire collapsed, and he was given all the jobs he needed.

The Book Club

F*ck Yeah Book Recommendations!

Hello fellow readers and writers! This is a thread where you list and discuss various books you have read/books you recommend to others to check out and read. I thought for a site of writers there was very little discussion on what they read, since that's usually how people start writing to begin with. This has probably been made before, but I felt like it. Try to differentiate between topics and genres, and give explanations when you feel like ranting or gushing. For example:

Non Fiction: (Historical)
Swordsmen of the British Empire by D.A. Kinsley: If you're looking for a book about accounts of primary sources on swordsmen and their swords, and how warfare/duels were truly conducted in the British Empire, check this book out. It spans from the 17th to the 20th centuries and you'll not get tired of it. A very good source for your research if you're into that.

Fiction: (Dark Fantasy)
Gotrek & Felix: Trollslayer by William King: If you haven't read any books on Warhammer Fantasy, this is a great place to start, or just another good read if you're familiar with the lore. It's got a gruff and grim Dwarf who seeks a mighty doom, followed around by reluctant young poet/duelist who swore an oath to record his doom, and who now needs to follow the Dwarf into insanely violent situations seeking worse and more dangerous foes. It's so fricken good. There's about 15 books in the series, but Trollslayer is book one with a bunch of short stories.

Go ahead and regale us with a few books you enjoy!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Beren and Ursaren were making good on their labor, the two combining their great strength to haul the larger stones back. Once An-Hasst joined them, the stronger members of the group (bar Geradin and Argon) made fast work of the rubble over the span of a few minutes. The Rocks they tossed behind them cracked and tumbled from their offhand drops and tosses, rolling away from them to splash into the magma, slowly sinking into the super-heated liquid.

Argon blinked, tongue flicking out as he examined the boiling river along with Calanon. The Elf leaned in next to the edge of the flowing magma, placing a hand over it, the heat almost too unbearable even feet away from it. He closed his eyes, the Elf whispering in his native tongue, invoking clarity from Cendarius and Falethorwen. Even as he did so, Geradin heard Alice call to him from across the chamber, her echo carrying a bit too far for Beren's senses despite her words to Settionne, but as they were about to clear the archway in front of them soon, he supposed it was just incentive to work faster.

Geradin seemed a bit too engrossed within the rock to pay too much heed, simply grumbling a reply back to her. "Hold, lass. I've..." He started to mumble again, knocking the stone with his knuckles. And then, as if the knock did something he wasn't expecting, something changed in his demeanor. "Aaaah, seems the elemental spirit here still thrives." He muttered. "And...there is another chamber across the stone," he breathed, though he could tell it was also not deserted. They wouldn't be Dwarves either, or he would have gained an answer from a reply knock! There were also chambers along the fore where the others were digging across, and the winding but short tunnel Alice and Settionne.

Geradin's eyes widened a bit, and he turned when he heard another crack from one of the rocks hitting the ground, rolling into the magma. "Oi!" He called as loud as he dared, waving about his stubby arms to the three that dug. "Oi ye dolts! Don't be disturbing the magma!" Argon and Calanon both leaped back as Geradin approached, though not because of the Dwarf Cleric. It was because the magma had begun to pop and flow quicker, seeming almost angry or energetic at the rocks it had consumed, and the presence of the folk within the chamber.

"Blast it." Geradin whispered. Beren turned around, incredulous. "What?" He asked, and Geradin began to warn them. "The Dorcha are using the spirit of the magma tae forge weapons ye idiots! If we rile up the spirit, and they're in other chambers this river flows through, they'll notice and come bleedin' investigating. Hurry with that door!"

Calanon volunteered to watch the passageways to the right, opposite of Settionne and Alice. Geradin began to cast spells to calm the spirit of the magma, being needed here instead of in the hall with Settionne and Alice, the Priest having gone a short distance down the dark hall. Due to his moonlit sight from the pendant he wore, he would see a curve in the passageway, where the enticing magics called ever stronger. They would call to Alice too, and though there was an obvious chaotic feel, she would feel the alluring tug of the magic as well.

Argon walked up to Alice, head snaking around her shoulder to see what she looked at. "Friend Alice, where do you go?"
@Banana@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Fetzen

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil gave a wave to the powerful and stately man upon his throne. The Duke Æthelwulf gave a derisive snort at the lack of protocol, yet he did not dismiss them offhand either. He seemed even slightly amused, and in truth the Duke was enjoying the fact Sayeeda and Neil didn't go to extremes with their greetings. They did not bow and give falsities, but neither did they seem unimpressed and rude to he and those around them.

"Yes..." He replied to Sayeeda. "Your employer here has informed me what you have informed him of. Though the details he provided are vague." Cho-Lan shifted in his seat nervously. The Duke continued, grey eyes penetrating. "Regale me with what you and your companion found on X-792b. I want to know what you saw, and how the hell you escaped when none apparently did. I want to know why I cannot communicate outside of the system. Tell me what we are dealing with, by Terra."

Neil knew it was probably Sayeeda's job to explain more than a few things, but he was about to speak up nonetheless when one of the other Lords interrupted him. "Are we to take the word of some...some backwater mercenary? Your Highness, they're probably in Cho-Lan's pockets, spreading falsehoods and rumors."

"You will be silent, or I will silence you." The Duke said, the threat cutting through the room and the Lord's sneering visage, causing him to almost appear smaller. If nothing else, the Duke demanded respect when it came to the safety of his world. Once the Duke's gaze returned to Neil, as he had seen his mouth begin to open, he waved him forward. "Continue."

Neil looked to Sayeeda, and stepped forward. "Your uh, your Dukeness. I don't know all of what you've heard, so I guess we should start from the beginning." He cleared his throat. "My Captain and I were being paid to see why there was radio silence at the facility, so we flew out there to check it out. What we discovered was... a Xenos race I've never heard of before. They had...slaughtered or impregnated the entire facility of people. We found none left alive, or I didn't."

"Impregnated?" Colonel Gerharht asked, though it seemed off to the Duke his loyal guardsmen spoke out of turn.

"What did the Xenos look like?" Rekkr asked, clearly wanting to see if they would be any physical threat. Neil glanced his way, gesturing. "They...placed eggs inside of people's corpses. They were insect-like, but about as large as a person, if not bigger. Fast and incredibly strong. Lots of appendages...they look like a nightmare. They also have organisms that can survive the vacuum of space to transport them, it looks like. We barely made it out. My ears are still ringing."

"You specified you." Æthelwulf said, pointing to Neil. His finger then moved to Sayeeda. "Are you suggesting your Captain saw people alive?"

Cho-Lan pulled at his collar, and the other Lords looked frightened, though it must have been fortunate, for their fear looked to be of the Xenos when it was probably something else entirely.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Slightly political (political enough for the thread anyhow)

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Well then I'm your fukken guy.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@Sep I've been withholding myself long enough. Might I make a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter working for the highest bidder? Someone who gives no shits on factions, unless a Mandalorian clan pops up?