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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

Sol'id grunted at her explanation. The skill set she had was not something he could respect as a Mandalorian, but as a bounty hunter, he knew skills like that could be valuable at the right moments. He had taken her for a ditz, but he supposed she hadn't shown any lack of intelligence thus far. Just a huge supply of confusion, which was understandable for her at the time. He then wondered if it wasn't the worst thing in the galaxy to stick around. His last hacker and technician had been killed. It had been a shame. Zortan was a fine partner. Did his job and didn't talk about useless shit.

"I thought you were the adopted one." He said to her, placing the butt of his large blaster onto the ground as he cleaned the barrel. Sirka seemed so sure of herself, from what he'd seen. At least compared to Delni. Usually the adopted one was the unsure one. Then again, he supposed many Mandalorian brothers and sisters were adopted into the philosophy and fought just as hard as any other warrior in the band.

"Echani," Sol'id declared suddenly. He placed his gun down, and stood up. Perhaps he looked ominous as he approached Delni, but he stopped about 2 meters from her position. He lifted one arm, holding it forwards but twisting it as far as it could go, letting his hand relax. He then used his other hand, holding it open and straight like a board, running it across his outstretched arm. Then his arms spun, and to Delni she would almost see the invisible arm now being grappled, and the opening in the opponent that Sol'id's free fist now punching into. Most likely a throat.

"I suggest learning it. Even as a technician, in your...our line of work. We all must be ready for anything." He held his hand to her to help her out of her chair once she had eaten.

The Sorceress and the Slave

Lore

In the beginning, there was nothing but darkness. The swirling torrent of primordial magics and celestial bodies waxed and waned at random. The world was lifeless and barren, and creation was not yet conjured. That is, until Hayashim, God of the Sun, known as Allah, or the Light and Life Bringer, poured forth his holy essence and warmed the world with his touch. With his left hand he created the moon Goddess, Sarika, the guider of night and bringer of water, and he married her. With his right hand, he created the heavens and earth, and all of the beasts, who's favored sons and daughters were human.

But there were other entities of the magics at the dawn of creation. Pagan Gods and powerful Djinni, the fallen servants of Hayashim, made humans their playthings. Monsters that lurked in the darkness, hunting the favored sons and daughters of Hayashim. Untapped magic of the most chaotic sort flowing rampantly. Thousands of years passed as humans scratched a living off rocks and went to bed at night afraid, until Hayashim cursed the rebellious powers.

Humanity grew stronger, though the world was still rife with danger. Empires rose, and the three that grew the strongest was the Praelian Empire (Greco-Romans), the Alsahra Sultunate (Arabia), and the Kingdom of Rasha Fodum (India). Eventually, the Praelian Empire, having conquered the lands of the northern barbarians, set its sights on the other two, lesser Empires. The Praelian Legion was known for its discipline and skill, and set about conquering the two, which it nearly succeeded in doing.

Until the one known as the prophet was born. A man of humble origins that nevertheless commanded great respect with his philosophy and kindness. It was his teachings that brought the Sultunate and the Rasha Kingdom together, to create the Abi-Babur Caliphate. Though the prophet was captured and put to death, his execution set off the fall of the Praelian Empire, as a great plague sweat across the land and decimated its people, leaving the Praelior a shadow of its former self.

This is three hundred years after the death of the prophet. The Caliphate has become decadent and rich. Vice and murder is rampant. Slavery is widespread, and 90% of the population live in relative poverty, while the Caliph, Sultans, Pashas, and Merchant Princes lounge in vast riches and sprawling palaces. Corsairs sail the seas, attacking as they will. Cities disappear and ancient monsters have reawakened now that Hayashim's people have become fat and greedy. The shattered remnants of the Pagan Gods lie dormant across the Alsahra' Desert. Tombs that should never be reopened are being plundered for their riches. Harems are abound and Princesses are sold off. Magical items have been rediscovered. Ifrits stalk the land, and Ghuls haunt the graveyards, while unknown creatures of the eastern jungles prey on the unwary. Necromancers awake the dead, and alchemists seek to unlock the secret's of Hayashim's very form. And word has it, the Praelian Legion has regained its strength, and seeks to reconquer what they think is theirs.

The merchant city of vices, Raghba Shahar, is where we begin our story. A story that begins on a dark night...

Mythological Beastiary:

• Genies: Greater Djinnis who are trapped in lamps or bottles, cursed to perform three wishes for whosoever releases them.
• Ifrits: Lesser Djinnis. Many are trapped in magic rings and perform one wish, though some Ifrits are unchained and live in the desert. They enjoy capturing men and women, making them their playthings, mentally, physically, and at times sexually. The Ifrits often love shrinking men and/or women and trapping them in small items, as their kin often are.
• Ghuls: Undead creatures who feast upon human flesh. Very ferocious beasts.
• Rocs: Birds of untold size and strength, can blot out the sky with their wingspan.
• Demons: Fallen entities of hatred, and betrayers of Hayashim. Cousins to Djinni's but more brutal with less magic.
• Giant Snakes: Exactly what it says on the tin. 60 feet long and can devour men whole.
• Bahamuts: Great serpents of the seas and rivers.
• Dandan: Great fish that can swallow boats whole
• Golems: Constructs of rock or claw made to protect.
• Shivu: 8 feet tall, 8 limbed swordsmen creatures.
• Rasha Drakes: Wingless, flying serpents that breathe fire. Have limited magical abilities, and are quite large.
• Death Worms: Sand creatures that prey upon caravans. Can spit acid when need be, and travel in packs.
• Etc...

Government/Terms:
Caliph (Emperor)
Sultans (Regional Kings)
Pashas (Rulers of City States)
Guild Pasharahs (Merchant Princes)
Mamluks (Knightly Cast of the Caliphate)
Alchemists/Sorcerers (Given high status if apart of a court. Disgraced ones or pagan ones are given a wide berth)
Artisans/Merchants (small middle class)
Laborers (40% of pop)
Slaves (40% of pop)
Foreigners (treated with respect if they follow the laws of the land)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Fetzen That works, bud!

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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@Burning Kitty

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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

Sol'id was tying up his guns by the time Delni made her way back through his temporary quarters. This wasn't a bad ship, he had to admit. A bit roomy compared to his own. The Hammer was made for combat and pursuit purposes, with only a small living quarters if he ever needed the opportunity. He usually did not. He kind of wished he'd taken his own transport to the planet, but he also saw the logic in being in the same ship as the others.

Sol'id turned around when the Togruta walked in and placed the tray down. He saw she was a bit uneasy around him. He supposed he could not blame her, exactly. He was different than the small woman in almost every way one could think, though he supposed she wasn't as shy as she made out to be which he could appreciate. Perhaps she could potentially be an assassin, playing a long con.

The large Mando nodded his thanks, and approached the tray, his back to her as he lifted his helmet enough to take a few large bites of Sirka's extra meats, though he made sure to grab some of the fruit too. He needed more protien than anything, but vitamins were essential to combat prowess as well for a human.

"So, uh...what exactly happened out there? I was worried that you had run into trouble when I suddenly lost comms with you, which is why I convinced my sister to try and help you."

He swallowed the last bit of food, and breathed in through his nose as he set his helmet back ontop of his head, and he turned around to regard her. A small wisp of air escaped from his neck where the helmet was now integrating with the rest of his armor. He did not know if he should thank or rebuke Delni for bringing in another member of the team, so instead he did neither. "It was an ambush. A poor one, as the ambusher in question ended up dead along with the bounty heads. But they attempted to trap and surround us." He grabbed his gun, though instead of making a threatening move, he simply sat down and began to clean it with a cloth.

"Your sister fought well," he said. "The Devaronian captain had a lot of men around him, but we neutralized the threats and I took him out while Elias and Sirka supported and grabbed the package. I've been on worse teams, at least." He said, and looked up at her. "Do you fight?"

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

The Devaronian Job was a fairly good haul, though he wasn't entirely pleased if Sirka thought she would get apart of his cut. Not that he would be violent over it, probably. But Sol'id was not fond on negotiating. He could still admit she did her part, however. He grunted at the thought as he lay down the various blasters and grenades he had grabbed from the fallen men as they had departed. Most of them were only fit for scrap and selling. He'd take a few parts from them, however. Customize his rifle some more if it needed it.

After today, he wondered if he could make the magazine a bit larger. Or simply make a secondary, smaller submachine blaster to aid in mowing down potential enemies if the need arose. Eventually, he tore a few of the components out of some of the more elite blaster rifles he'd found. The tri-vision scope was something he recognized, and he'd never really had cause to buy with its price, but now that he'd found one, he took advantage and kept it in his utility belt to be inserted onto his blaster later.

He heard diminutive footsteps behind him, and turned around just in time to see the lithe Delni walking past. He saw she was startled by him, but since he was only fixing equipment, she offered him some food. He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. "Thank you," he said simply, and turned back to his work.

He fully expected to be on his way once they reached the station again, but something told him that wasn't going to be the case. Or someone would protest his resolve to leave. He was already uninterested in the personal politics of the other three, but he did somnewhat wish to help Elias in learning to be a true Mandalorian. He supposed everyone had to explore the galaxy first, however. Sol'id was lucky enough to be born and bred in trials by fire. Delni was also amiable, at least.

Southward!

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil suddenly felt a chilling sensation coarse through him, now aware that every pore of his being was immersed in liquid biochemicals designed to keep him alive while freezing him nearly indefinitely if there was need. He felt extremely weak, and not for the first time did he gain the painful realization of just how frail the human body was. He was nothing more than meat, bone, grey matter, and the right piping that kept it flowing, now dependent upon a machine for survival.

He shuddered and coughed, feeling the tube down his throat pumping air in him while the water drained. He began to feel fiery stabs all through out his body, the blood returning to its normal routine. He groaned, and then suddenly felt very heavy and weak as his body lay prostrated. Once the restraints were unlatched, he pulled the tube out of his throat and gagged, spitting up some fluid before blinking, his voice hoarse. "Man."

The young man blinked, trying to see into the light and now wondering just why everywhere else was dark. For a moment, he couldn't see Junebug's face behind the light and thought some colonial marines from a patrol had come across their ship, in which case he'd tell them to leave and he'd get back to sleep. But that was just his head catching up with the fact there was no light.

"Sayeeda?" He asked, blinking once more and stepping out of the cryotube, trying not to stumble. The wound she'd patched up ached at his side, but it seemed alright. "Where the hell are we? What's going on?" He asked.

When she inevitably caught him up on what she knew, that brought Neil's head quickly. "That is...problematic." Neil rubbed his head, matted hair still sticking to his skin. He coughed, realizing how stuffy the air was inside the Highlander. He also needed to put on some real clothes, a bit too disoriented to feel entirely modest at the moment, though his functions were swiftly returning. "We were heading toward the M6 Butterfly Cluster last I saw, but if the time's right we should be way past that now..."

Neil shook his head, and looked Sayeeda in the eye. "I have no idea where the hell we are either."
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well I was about to post but then my Mum came in with a dozen things to do sooooo.... It should have been posted already really :(

@The Fated Fallen

Do it as soon as you can. We need one^^. Doesn't need to be long or elaborate though.