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A ship eases across the vast backdrop of space. It's a big bulky thing made to move huge cargo; it's old, battered from travels and worn with grease and filth. It's sluggish trail through space shows a telling confidence; huge canons shoulder the vessel, with row upon row of smaller blasters ready for trouble, the weapons whir and twitch, the gunman inside sat in the darkness ready and waiting to pull down hard on the trigger. This is a smuggler's ship disguised as a spice vessel; a cheap façade, but enough to make those who don't want trouble to turn a blind eye. The smugglers are plenty; sitting around on the top deck playing cards, drinking, playing a game or two of Dejarik. It's not just work. It's a way of life, if you've got the stomach for it. Feeding time; the smuggler's take their scraps, and some of the rations, and take it down to the bottom level of the ship. There lies cage upon cage of captured civilians from across the galaxy, different languages, different homeworlds; last week Deek, one of the less intelligent smugglers, was careless when feeding the wookies. It only took a second, a minor lapse in concentration, then, snap, the wookie pulled his left arm out of his socket, broke the arm in two places, bit a chunk from his shoulder for good measure. That wookie got blasted; the rest settled down. Deek had the arm removed, preferring to use the artificial one created for him in the med bay instead of waiting it out in the bacta tank. With his robotic arm he tossed scraps of food into the cages. The captives were so hungry by this point all pretense had been forgotten. They scrambled for food, slapping it into their mouths; all different creatures of the galaxy trying to survive. There wasn't enough food for all of them. It was common to lose twenty-five percent of the cargo on the way; jumping to light speed was dangerous; if you're caught in range of a tractor beam there's no telling what trouble you could get to. These smugglers played it safe; preferring the journey to take months instead of weeks.

Isa, a young man from an insignificant outer rim world, sat at the back of the human cage whilst the others scrambled for food. He wasn't going to lower himself to that. He hadn't had more than a mouthful to eat in a week. His body was thin with hunger; the leather coat he wore hung from his frame. The others in the cage had long since discounted him; believing him to be dumb in the head; he certainly had a peculiar look in his eye. When Deek passed Isa lifted his head and watched Deek throw the food into another cage. This one filled with Jawas; a human had placed with them, there was something about this human that interested Isa, he couldn't put a finger on it.


A ship eases across the vast backdrop of space. It's a big bulky thing made to move huge cargo; it's old, battered from travels and worn with grease and filth. It's sluggish trail through space shows a telling confidence; huge canons shoulder the vessel, with row upon row of smaller blasters ready for trouble, the weapons whir and twitch, the gunman inside sat in the darkness ready and waiting to pull down hard on the trigger. This is a smuggler's ship disguised as a spice vessel; a cheap façade, but enough to make those who don't want trouble to turn a blind eye. The smugglers are plenty; sitting around on the top deck playing cards, drinking, playing a game or two of Dejarik. It's not just work. It's a way of life, if you've got the stomach for it. Feeding time; the smuggler's take their scraps, and some of the rations, and take it down to the bottom level of the ship. There lies cage upon cage of captured civilians from across the galaxy, different languages, different homeworlds; last week Deek, one of the less intelligent smugglers, was careless when feeding the wookies. It only took a second, a minor lapse in concentration, then, snap, the wookie pulled his left arm out of his socket, broke the arm in two places, bit a chunk from his shoulder for good measure. That wookie got blasted; the rest settled down. Deek had the arm removed, preferring to use the artificial one created for him in the med bay instead of waiting it out in the bacta tank. With his robotic arm he tossed scraps of food into the cages. The captives were so hungry by this point all pretense had been forgotten. They scrambled for food, slapping it into their mouths; all different creatures of the galaxy trying to survive. There wasn't enough food for all of them. It was common to lose twenty-five percent of the cargo on the way; jumping to light speed was dangerous; if you're caught in range of a tractor beam there's no telling what trouble you could get to. These smugglers played it safe; preferring the journey to take months instead of weeks.

Isa, a young man from an insignificant outer rim world, sat at the back of the human cage whilst the others scrambled for food. He wasn't going to lower himself to that. He hadn't had more than a mouthful to eat in a week. His body was thin with hunger; the leather coat he wore hung from his frame. The others in the cage had long since discounted him; believing him to be dumb in the head; he certainly had a peculiar look in his eye. When Deek passed Isa lifted his head and watched Deek throw the food into another cage. This one filled with Jawas; a human had placed with them, there was something about this human that interested Isa, he couldn't put a finger on it.

Seeking a partner for a Star Wars roleplay set ten years after the events on the planet moon of Endor.
The Emperor has been defeated and the scourge of Darth Vader is no more.
The Empire is a shadow of its former self and has disbanded into several smaller forces vying for control of the Galaxy.
Entire star systems are in crisis; without imperial control criminal activity, warlords and the scum of the Galaxy rule over those too weak to defend themselves.

The roleplay begins on a smuggling vessel headed to the outer rim of the Galaxy. The cargo; us. Entire colonies of different races and species have been captured or sold into slavery, packed aboard a smuggling vessel where they are on a journey to a distant planet to work until they die. We are slaves aboard this ship; and we're not going to be captured lightly, taken from our home worlds we band together and make a daring escape -- all the while uncovering a new threat with the power to crush the New Republic and restore evil across the Galaxy.

A few clarifications:
- Partner will be able to play as either a human or humanoid (think Twi-Lek) race. Human is preferred.
- We're starting out as rookies. Whatever skills your character has will be shown in the story; meaning if you're the best pilot in the Galaxy, this is the story of how you come to earn that title. Same goes for force wielders; you'll be struggling to lift pebbles off the ground with your mind at first -- gaining a light saber isn't going to be easy. They have to be earned.
- This RP can feature canon characters from Star Wars, in fact its encouraged because this is our last chance to play our own version of Post-Return of the Jedi before the new movies hit and create a new balance to roleplay from.

All the best!
Malcolm watched as Pooh and Piglet hugged Van, Piglet hugging a shin, Pooh hugging her waist.
'There, there' said Pooh, sweetly.
'Everything's going to be okay' said Piglet.
Malcolm scoffed. He sat back in the little chair, not offering Van any sympathy.
'Because' said Pooh 'When you're in trouble you need to believe in your friends.'
Piglet chimed in 'How could be so bad when we're together? We're not alone, so we should be happy'
Malcolm sighed.
'You do realize you're a talking piglet, and you're a talking bear, right? You know that's not...right, right?'

Pooh and Piglet returned to the table. Pooh hopped up onto a chair, hugged himself with one arm, then tapped his head with one stuffy paw. 'Think, think, think' he said 'I don't see what would be wrong with me and Piglet, here. Do you not have bears and pigs where you come from?'

Malcolm fell silent.
'I can't remember' he said 'but I'm pretty sure they didn't talk, right, Van?'
Van felt a sudden clack as she fell backwards. She found herself looking up into a furnished room inside the tree. There wasn't much time to think on how strange this was as the bear, carried by Malcolm, entered inside and closed the door behind them. The yellow bear then hopped out of Malcolm's grip and waddled over to a cord by the door which he pulled. From a small window which had been made Malcolm could see a large bush fall into place in front of the door.

'Oh my, Pooh' said another voice. The sound of tiny feet tapping across the earthy floor approached Malcolm, Van and the Bear. It was a little person, no bigger than Malcolm's foot, that at once looked like a piglet but, like the bear, with decidedly human characteristics.



'It's alright, Piglet, we gave the Feraligator's the slip' said the bear.
This didn't calm Piglet much.
'But Pooh, what if we're found, what will we do, oh...'

Pooh sat in a chair in the middle of the room, which had all the amenities a cottage might have. Malcolm wondered how long it took them to make a place like this, especially with those creatures waiting to attack them outside.

'Come in children, make yourself at home' said Pooh 'we have some food if you're hungry...but I'm afraid we do not have a smackeral of honey left'

Piglet seemed to calm just a bit. 'Would you like some tea?' said Piglet 'I just boiled the kettle'

Malcolm wasn't hungry. He declined. He didn't know whether to ask questions about all this now. Or later.
'Are you sure?' said Malcolm, his hands pinned the huge tree. He couldn't make himself let go. Beyond Van he could see the tiny yellow bear square up to the dangerous creature which was growing angrier by the second, several bee stings coated it's hide which drove it to further rage. The creature shot forward, jaws wide open descending on the tiny bear.

The bear stepped to the side, the jaws of the creature snapping shut an inch from the bear's left arm. The bear's eyes widened as the motion of stepping to one side had him hopping on one foot 'oomph!' said the yellow bear, who tumbled and span round one foot.

'I think, you better, leave, these children alone' said the bear in a huffy polite voice. The bear continued to swing on the spot, and as he did so he gained enough momentum, jar of honey swinging with him, to become a yellow and red blur, like a spinning top.

'Honey Hammer!' yelled the yellow bear, and with a hard swing the creature turned right into the bear's pot which smacked it across the face. The creature, to Malcolm's astonishment, was sent clean off its feat, this creature that was bigger than a bear, and landed on its back.

'Hurry children' said the bear 'we better get-a-going before he gets up'

Malcolm didn't need telling twice. He let himself lower down into Van's arms and the two climbed down as fast as they could.

'This way!' said the bear, pointing further into the forest 'I know a par-ticular hiding spot'

Malcolm and Van ran with the bear, but it became increasingly clear that what the bear made up in fighting prowess (or fluke pot-shots) he lacked in running ability. The tiny bear positively waddled like an infant as he ran. Malcolm found himself grabbing the bear and lifting him up in a bear hug. The creature roared as it got to its feet. It gave chase for a second time.
Malcolm took the stick and didn't even think twice about taking a swing. He hit the hive and the bees inside buzzed, the beehive shook, then with a hard snap the hive fell loose, just in time to land square on the head of one of the snarling creatures. The crocodile creature's roar muffled inside the beehive, the bees, which were larger and more aggressive than Malcolm had ever seen, stung the creature, causing thick red soars to spread across its coarse blue skin. Their troubles were far from over, the second creature, the one which had fallen behind, stomped into view. It lumbered past the other and gave a snake-like hiss which rolled in the back of its leathery throat.

Malcolm was too high to jump down now. He was frozen with fear. What's worse, the girl, Van, was directly in the creature's firing range. Malcolm reached for Van, but she was just shy of his finger tips, he just couldn't make it, not without risking his own spot on the tree. He couldn't bring himself to let go. The creature fired the shot, the hot blast of jet water blasted at the girl.

The sound of something breaking filled the air. The forest canopy opened up, blinding light poured into the forest, Malcolm couldn't see what happened, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.


'Oh bother...'

When Malcolm could see again he saw...a bear. A small, yellow-furred bear, with a red top. This bear held a honey jar, filled with honey, which he held by the handle. The creature which had blasted the jet stream turned in a circle, the other creature had turned and ran to the water to be rid of the bees which hounded it.

'I think, you better, go away, Mr.Crocodile' said the bear, the honey which had been in the pot pooled all over the ground 'I was going to eat just a smackeral of honey, I was quite hungry'

The creature couldn't decide whether to eat the bear or return to the water.


Trees felled behind them as they ran. Gushes of powerful jet streams of water snapped the thinner trees in two, or tore away huge pieces of the larger ones. Malcolm stumbled onward, letting Van pull him forward. More jet streams of water broken the surrounding trees until they made it to a denser patch of forestation. They could still here the sound of the blue and red creatures stomping through the forest towards them. They were slow on land, but that didn't matter much, every few seconds or so another powerful blast of water would let Malcolm and Van know they weren't safe yet. Malcolm stopped running at the base of a huge tree, the biggest he'd seen so far, he called to Van and, in a panic, he started to climb the thick root. It wasn't easy, he didn't have the usual strength boys needed to climb trees, he wasn't that kind of kid. However when you've got a dinosaur thing stomping after you you tend to find a little extra enthusiasm for saving your own life. He was halfway up the tree, trying to help Van follow him up too, when the crocodile creature, two of them, stomped into view.

'What do we do?' said Malcolm. He looked around the tree. There were branches they could snap off to fight, maybe, and there was a huge behive above them...could that work? Malcolm had a life long fear of bees and wouldn't dare to do it. The creatures let out another roar, sending another powerful blast to rattle the tree. The bees in the hive were becoming restless.

'I want to go home' said Malcolm, even if he couldn't remember it any more.
Malcolm looked about as he spoke with Van. He didn't feel safe in this strange tropical place. He felt like they were being watched. Malcolm tried to explain to Van that he had just been doing something really important before he woke mid-fall in the sky. Except he couldn't remember what was so important and, the more he tried to remember, the more he found it impossible to do so. It was maddening. The more he thought about it he knew only one thing about himself. His name was Malcolm. Every memory he had before waking up swam from his mind the moment he tried to draw upon it. He didn't tell Van this. How could he? Instead he decided to take the lead, try to figure something out for the both of them.

'Maybe there's more people' he said, he glanced toward the sky for any falling shapes. As of right now there were none. Malcolm walked with Van up to the bank of the lake where a large lilting tree provided shade from the heat which bore down on them like a weight. As they did so Malcolm noticed a shape in the water. A red fin poked out the surface, followed by a blue skull-like shape and a pair of piercing yellow eyes. Malcolm stood still, not wanting to tempt whatever was in the water, it's eyes were already trained on him and Van. This creature rose out of the water until half it's body became visible.

This thing was big, bigger than a bear, maybe. Two more red fins poked out of the water. Malcolm dared to glance Van's way, his eyes wide with concern.

'What do we do?' he said, he waited on Van's call.


This is the OOC for Kingdom Hearts: Return to Light.

We play chosen keyblade heroes tasked with locking away the Heartless, deadly creatures who try to claim our world for their own.

Current players:
Malcolm, Vale.

The story so far (will be regularly updated):
Protagonists Malcolm and Van have fallen from the sky, and have somehow landed safely, now on a strange tropical island they have to work together to survive. Immediately they catch the attention of two angry pokemon who chase after them. They are saved by a tiny yellow bear who fights off one of the pokemon, whilst the children's quick thinking stopped the other with a hive of bees. They ran to safety with the pokemon giving chase.

Known Locations:
GATE ISLAND - a strange tropical island with hidden dangers (and wonders) in store.
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