Pundii

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Shall be posting once I get home from work! ^^

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lmpkio @The Elvenqueen @fluorescent @lopsided @Morose @Lady Amalthea

And we're underway!

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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The Emperor is dead. Rebellion has been the fire to ignite the galaxy into a fervour, and with the destruction of the second death star, there is nothing to stop the vast majority of the galaxy from taking up arms against what little there is left of the Empire. That which is left only tightens its grip, sinking its teeth into previously quiet, safe and ignored worlds. Rebellion has freed those toward the core of the galaxy, but it has only made things worse for those on the outskirts, once free and quiet worlds are now hubs of Imperial activity, and peace is an absolute lie.

23 years have passed since the end of the Clone Wars and the birth of the Empire, four have past since the first Death Star was destroyed over the rebel base on Yavin, and only one month since the destruction of the second, and the deaths of the Emperor, and Lord Vader. The Empire itself may not have been destroyed, but the Sith have been removed from the galaxy, destroyed by the last of the Jedi knights. Even know the Jedi can begin anew, Luke Skywalker builds a new temple, recruits new Jedi from across the galaxy, hoping to rebuild the ranks of the order. Han and Leia work to build up the New Republic's Senate, and Chewbacca fights to free his homeworld.

But these are not stories for now, these are the stories of the heroes of the Rebellion, those who pushed the Rebellion to victory. But have they led it to victory? The Empire is down, but not out - sinister moves are being taken, and dark forces move in the shadows across the galaxy. An unknown and long forgotten voice whispers from the void of unknown space, and the Empire, desperate for a leg up, is moving to listen to it. The Galactic Civil War is not over, but the question now remains - have things been made better, or only worse? There are dark times ahead, and the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance. How will you determine its fate?

Dantooine: The farming world had always been quiet, a popular spot for smugglers to set down and rest for a while, make repairs, or do deals. It was nowadays far more popular as a spot for the New Republic, considering its significance to the older Republic and the Jedi Order. It is a cool day, the breeze blowing through the grass and trees of Dantooine's generally pleasant atmosphere. Brith are flying through the sky in schools, and Kath hounds roam the fields searching for food. Far too away from Imperial territory, and considered too much of a backwater, the world is almost entirely safe from Imperial presence.

The Raven is docked comfortably near Koomba, a small Republic outpost usually populated with traders, farmers and prospectors. It was also a regular stopping point for the crew of The Raven, who stopped there from time to time to relax or pick up work. They had settled there now between ferrying the senator Corrina from place to place. They had recently finished a rather successful diplomatic visit to Taris, but their next job wasn't to be so easy.

With the ship fueled and ready to go, the Crew of the Raven is undergoing their last preparations before they head off on one of their more difficult diplomatic missions. One of the most important groups in the ongoing war, especially now - is the Hutts. The support from the cartels would mean an incredible amount of monetary support for either the Empire or the Republic. Most of the crew has been going over the last few checks to make sure nothing would explode mid-flight, others getting settled for the long flight to Tatooine, it would take at least a day or two, after all.

Tatooine: Once, one would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than Mos Eisley - but since the Empire's reformed interest in the world, it has gone through a major change. Crime has dropped as mass arrests take place planet-wide, Imperial stormtroopers search through the city regularly, ensuring there are no rebel sympathizers. The Vindicator sits in orbit over the world, although the crew is split between the ship and down on the planet itself.

A general alert is sent to both the Vindicator's bridge, and the planetary outpost down in Mos Eisley itself, the alerty appears as a brief report from the Vindicator's Intelligence Liason - Kordath, detailing the following - Reliable information on Criminal element, possibly smuggling in Rebel sympathizers - Location Ancorhead. Investigate.

A report of that manner was not particularly common, the rebels which the Empire usually had come across so far on Tatooine were already on the planet itself, and mostly acted as small groups of Guerrilla's. It was not especially common for the Republic to send extra units to the backwater, what could they possibly have planned? He the crew of the Vindicator would choose to take this information, and what they would do with the possible rebel scum in Ancorhead was up to them, they could be there in a few hours of flying, and with what the Empire had at its disposal on Tatooine, any action was possible.

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Luke Teth

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Location: Outside -> Cockpit

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Luke sighed as he made his way out of the main building of Koomba, counting the credits he'd just won off a few poor spacers in a game of Pazaak. Under his arm was tucked the motivator he'd won as well, there was something you could always count on with techy spacers - they'd start gambling ship parts once they ran out of credits, and that had been his whole plan. Gol had been bugging Luke from time to time to remind him their hyperdrive Motivator was getting pretty old, and considering the problems which came out faulty hyperdrives - usually revolving around travelling through space and time, he figured it would be best to get a new one.

As he wandered toward the docking bay and laid eyes on the Raven, he paused for a moment, letting a proud smirk split his lips as he let out a sigh. She was old, had almost constant problems, and it was a wonder that by now she hadn't exploded, left them stranded or just plain fallen apart, but to Luke she was absolutely beautiful, the perfect ship. It was no secret among the crew how much Luke adored the Raven, the man may have loved the ship more than any of his crew, after all. Letting out another pleased sigh, he wandered toward the ramp and up into the ship.

"Captain's back, If y'planned a mutiny, now's the time!" He called out as he made his way through the halls toward the engine room. When he got there, he held out the motivator to show Gol. "There y'are - call me the best Captain ever and get it installed." He gave the Zabrak a nod with a grin, patting the door frame as he moved off and back down the halls toward the bridge.

As he got up there, he let out a sigh and settled into the co-pilots seat which he usually claimed, looking out of the view port before he glanced over his shoulder toward the navicomputer. Reaching out toward the PA, he switched it on and cleared his throat. "Sutton - get to the bridge, I need a nav-course plotted so Stehrr don't fly us into a star." Switching off the PA, he settled in his seat, letting out a sigh, things were going to go well, he could tell.

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HK-86

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Location: Garage -> Engine Room

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HK had been confined to the ship for the duration of their stay on Dantooine, it wasn't uncommon for him to be confined to the ship most of the time during instances like that. Unless the crew managed to go in somewhere guns blazing, it was usually smarter to leave the murder-bot behind, he wasn't always known for his subtlety, and he was just as liable to shoot someone out of boredom than any other reason. Such was what had occurred the last time he'd been allowed to enter Koomba. A droid merchant had got a little too handsey with the HK unit and found a blaster bolt between his eyes. That hadn't been easy for the captain to explain.

And so, he had spent most of his time meandering about the cargo hold and the Garage, calculating new assassination theories in his head while trying to avoid Stehrr, he hated being near the big furry carpet, the Wookiee was a hugger, and although he had no nostrils, HK regularly complained about the smell. As he witnessed the captain come back aboard the ship, HK followed him toward the engine room, watching as he tossed the new motivator over toward Gol. Moving into the room, HK watched one of the meatbags he was more endeared to.

"Request: Do continue to try not to blow the ship up during your tinkering, meatbag Gol." He offered, as some odd form of encouragement.

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Kordath Targon

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Location: Mos Eisley Cantina -> Command Post

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The Mos Eisley Cantina was always filled with the best scum the galaxy had to offer, human and alien alike. It was always a particularly decent spot to gather Intelligence. Although the second an Imperial uniform was visible in the cantina, it essentially cleared out, so a disguise was of course necessary. Despite his age, Kordath fit reasonably well into the role of a spacer, his boring, casual outfit fitting nicely as he sat in a booth toward the back, sipping a Corellian ale as he listened to the voices around him.

It wasn't desperately often for him to hear anything worthwhile, but it seemed today he was getting lucky. In the booth next to him, a Twi'lek and a human were speaking in a hushed tone, just loud enough that Kordath could make most of it out. They were talking about some incoming ship, one they would get to the surface without the Imperials knowing. It was a difficult thing to do nowadays with the blockade in orbit, but it was certainly possible. What caught his notice most of all was the mention of the Republic. For most of their time on Tatooine, the Vindicator hadn't had much work apart from stopping petty criminals, if there was a chance to take down some rebels, he'd take it.

A smirk splitting his lips, he finished his drink and made his way out of the Cantina quietly, bringing up his datapad as he typed up a quick report, sending it off to the Vindicator and the Command post. It didn't take him too long to get there, but he figured the Captain would have gotten his message and figured out some plan from it by now as he went to change back into his proper uniform. He felt so much more comfortable in it, when he was not wearing the grey uniform of the empire, he simply felt... wrong. Adjusting his jacket, he made his way into the Main Operating Room in the Command post, looking around to see if the Captain was about, if not - he figured he'd be hopping on a shuttle fairly soon.

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Joel Grau

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Location: Tapri
Interacting With: Claire, @Lady Amalthea Alcander @POOHEAD189
Time/Date: Morning/August 2nd, 2016

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Joel gave Alcander a nod, he was pleased to hear that even with his lack of knowledge in the local language, he would likely still be able to get around just fine. His eyes drifted over toward Claire just in time to get an elbow to the ribs, letting out a laugh as she made her point. "Fair point, if you could've spoken it, you'd have probably been kicked out before I even got here." He elbowed her back with a sly grin, glancing over to the waitress as Claire attempted to get her attention.

His gaze turned back toward Alcander then, a smile on his face as he listened to the man speak of himself. Joel let out a rather amused scoff at Claire's commentary afterward, a smirk on his face. Joel knew very well Claire enjoyed anything which was even slightly related to a fight, it was one of the reasons she insisted on stories from his own line of work, right down to the regular punch-ups in the barracks or on the field.

Watching as Claire stepped away, Joel gave her a nod to signal he indeed knew what she would eat, which was technically anything. However, as the waitress took Alcander's order, he continued to look through the menu. Breakfast in India was rather different to how he'd figured it would be, which was exactly how it was everywhere else. A smirk split his lips as he looked over the menu, finding something which looked appropriately filled with an obscene amount of spice, holding it up to the waitress and tapping the picture. "Two of these." He said, holding up a pair of fingers to accentuate his point. Joel loved spiced food, and well, whether or not she wanted it - Claire was getting it too.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lmpkio @The Elvenqueen @fluorescent @lopsided @Morose @Lady Amalthea

Just another update to let you guys know - I believe pretty much everyone is done and set with relationships and characters, I should have spoken to everyone regarding relationships as well, so I just need to edit my own then we can get going! I have the day off tomorrow so i'll have time to finish that off, then i'll put together the first IC post, and we'll get underway. Get hyped!

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Jackson Tanner

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Location: Port Shuttle

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Jackson let out a sigh as he listened to Genevieve. Even he was aware of how harsh he was on her from time to time, but he hardly ever apologized for it. He more made up for his cruel words in actions, protecting her from some of her more aggressive clients, criminals and the like. As she brought up the possibility of offering her services, Jackson let out a hearty and amused "Ha!" Watching her as he shook his head.

"You'd be right, I would turn you down if you tried." He said plainly, eyes never leaving the woman as he gave her an odd look, as if confused why she would even bother offering. Jackson figured he did understand why some people in his position might take up the offer as a stress reliever of sorts, but Jackson saw nothing but more stress in it. It would cause awkwardness and difficulty between members of the crew, and just generally be something more to concern his thoughts with. And of course, there was the fact he'd probably never live it down.

Letting out another sigh, Jackson shook his head, turning back toward the door and taking a step toward it, glancing back over his shoulder at her. "Well, I only wanted to let you know what was happening, if you need anything feel free to buzz the Captain or me." He shrugged, glancing about her room one more time, he didn't really have a great deal to do now that they were stuck there, but Jackson had little desire to remain with Genevieve, half expecting her to start asking questions he avoided like the plague if he stuck around for too much longer.

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Gregory Quinn

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Location: The Bridge -> Conference Room

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Glancing back down toward the bridge console as he heard the incoming hail, Quinn sighed as he brought it up, paying astute attention to the vid of Admiral Thorton. He gave her a prompt nod, grumbling somewhat under his breath. Quinn was somewhat tired of all the new transfers to his ship, he liked to serve with people he knew - new additions were only a headache. But as long as they did their job, it would be no issue, or so he hoped.

When he turned back around, Knochengeiger had just entered the bridge and was approaching him. The words strung another chord of irritation in the man, yet another delay. They were hardly under way and Quinn was already reaching the point of irritation, he may just have demoted the next person to come in and tell him they were stuck for a while longer for the hell of it at that point. "Then I will expect it in an hour, no more." He commented plainly, the look Quinn gave the Doctor then could've killed a lesser ensign, although even the Captain knew it was not Friedrich's fault.

Quinn offered a sidelong glance to Carla as she spoke toward him, the irritation and impatience in him threatened to snap with a needlessly harsh reply, but he bit it down, making a note to meet here there as soon as he was done dealing with things on the bridge. Quinn turned to the pilot then, giving him a half-nod as he watched the man move off to settle himself, he may have been new but the man hadn't done anything to irritate him so far, that earned him a reprieve from cruel comments.

Quinn let out a frustrated sigh, having been about to leave the bridge when another individual stepped inside and approached him. Quinn gave the man a blank, rather expressionless look as he introduced himself. So this was their newest member. Quinn seemed unamused at the initial smalltalk. "None." He assured the man plainly before listening to the rest of his explanation, reaching up to take the envelope. He did not bother to reply to the man, opening the envelope and peering through it, that was until he heard Camilla's name. The look Quinn gave him them was perhaps worse than the one he'd given Friedrich, as he walked away - Quinn half considered shooting the man in the back for even mentioning her.

It only frustrated the Captain more, the man frustratedly crushing the envelope in his hand as he moved to leave the bridge, only looking back as Williams questioned him again. "An hour, or i'll shoot someone." He snapped, moving out and down the halls toward the conference room, eager to get whatever it was Carla desired out of the way so he could lock himself away from all those he was loathing today.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

I'll try to get a post in tonight, if I can't i'll get one in tomorrow for sure, likely after the one class I have at noon. I'd have gotten one in a little sooner but mondays and tuesdays are hell for me this semester :P

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen

Accepted, he looks great! Though i'll be struggling not to call him Big Z :P The Raven is officially full, yay!

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Kordath Targon

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Kordath Targon

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Character Summary

Name: Kordath Arbeia Targon
Aliases: Kor
Age: 40
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Basic understanding of most
Occupation: Imperial Intelligence

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 164lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: When he is not required to slip into a character, Kordath is almost always wearing a cleanly pressed uniform. He rarely bothers with civilian clothing even when off duty. However, Kordath is content to wear anything when taking on a role to infiltrate, from stormtrooper armour to a smuggler's casual clothing, he has no difficulty rocking any kind of outfit.

Kordath grooms himself neatly, keeping himself clean shaven, and his hair cut short and neatly combed. He always wears his pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. Overall, Kordath makes a particular effort to always appear presentable, and gentlemanly.

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Psychology

Professional * Ruthless * Gentlemanly * Racist * Charismatic * Untrustworthy

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kordath is, in every real sense, the ideal Imperial Officer. Raised in an environment of civility and near-indoctrination, Kordath had Imperial rhetoric and propaganda drilled into him from a young age. He has developed a professional attitude, gentlemanly and filled with the kind of human-supremacist attitude of many other Imperials. Kordath simply views most alien species as lesser, even 'slave species'.

His time with Imperial Intelligence only accentuated some of Kordath's features, the man becoming more charismatic and able to schmooze with senators and nobility, and slum it with smugglers and rebel scum all at once. Kordath is easily able to slip in and out of characters, and as a result it is almost impossible to tell when he is lying about something, this makes him an incredibly untrustworthy individual, for any side.
Habits:

• Fiddling with his ring
• Smacking his lips

Hobbies:

• Mixing Drinks

Fears:

• Most aliens
• Humiliation
• Disorder

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Finery
• Blasters
• Lying
• Civilization
• Politeness

Dislikes:

• Aliens
• The Rim
• Incivility
• Monotony
• Having a bluff called
• Droids

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Coerce
• Charm
• Negotiate
• Deceit
• Pilot (Planetary)
• Stealth
• Skullduggery

Combat Skills:

• Brawl
• Blaster Pistols
• Explosives Use
• Staff fighting
• Martial Arts
• Targeting Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - A cleanly pressed Imperial Intelligence uniform, a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses.
• IdentCard - Real & Fake
• Credits
• Communicator
• Wrist Vibro-knife
• DT-12 Heavy Blaster Holdout Pistol
• AB-75 Bo-Rifle
• Black Jeweled Ring
• Datapad
• Computer Spike

Quarters:

• Collection of blaster rifles and pistols
• Various ammunition types
• Various disguises
• Vibrosword
• Force Pike
• E-11s Sniper Rifle
• Collection of records
• Blackbox holonet terminal

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: With his sort of upbringing, choosing anything but the Empire simply wasn't an option to Kordath. With parents in Regional government and the ISB, Kordath was forever surrounded by propaganda and idealism of the Empire. To him the Rebellion was nothing more than a band of murderers, criminals and terrorists, a group he would never have any part in.

History: Born on the ship-building capital of the galaxy, Kordath managed to avoid the usual path of ship-building most Kuati people were set on from birth. His mother a regional governor, and his father an ISB liason to the sector, Kordath was immersed in Imperial culture and idealism from the very day he was born.

He was raised by his parents, both of them a happy and lavish couple, on a world relatively far from any dissent, living easily off the work of slaves and getting by doing next to nothing. The two had plenty of time to devote to Kordath, and each made an immense effort to ensure their son would grow to become the ideal Imperial officer.

When he came of age, Kordath immediately signed up with the Imperial Security Bureau, and with a great amount of nepotism from his parents, he secured a reasonable position as a security and loyalty officer. However, he soon grew bored in the life of a security officer, and with further assistance from his parents, managed to enter into the Imperial Intelligence Selection process.

Having been raised to be ideal, Kordath had next to no trouble passing the tests set before him, joining intelligence as an agent, he was set out almost immediately on a number of operations to gather intelligence on the Rebel Alliance. His work with Intel managed to help the Empire track the stolen plans of the first Death Star to Princess Leia, although he could do little to effect the overall outcome of the war. He had been assigned aboard the Vindicator when the battle of Endor took place, and remains there still.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Manners maketh man."
Theme Song: Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Imperial Record: Record Expunged
Anything Else: ~Contained in Previous CS'~
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lady Amalthea

She looks fantastic, I just finished my Intelligence officer as well, so i'll put them up. Once @The Elvenqueen gets their pilot up and everyone finishes relations, we will be good to go, get hyped!