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"On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships, with their cargoes of Arcturian sura crystals, felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates! And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Blackfire. Like a Candarian zap-wing ovetaking its prey, Blackfire and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere, gathering up their spoils and then vanished without a trace. Blackfire's secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the fathest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination--the loot of a thousand worlds--Treasure Planet. There are nights when the winds of the Etherium so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom made one's spirit soar!"
-Jeffery Skin, an old drunk spacer

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....

STAR WARS: THE SEARCH FOR TREASURE PLANET

During a time of war, the Sith Empire attacked the Republic capital of Coruscant in what became known as the Sacking of Coruscant and forced the Republic to accept the Treaty of Coruscant, ending the war and beginning a tense Cold War. The Republic and the Jedi Order rebuild and recover, while the Empire secured the territory gained during the war and began rebuilding their war machine in preparation for the inevitable resumption of hostilities.The tensions between the Empire and the Republic have begun to boil over, and proxy and side conflicts occurring across the galaxy only serve to inflame these hostilities.

Not all are affected by war, many neutral parties seek profit in these dark times through their own means. It is a time of great danger amongst the trade routes. Piracy is at large. Blackfire, one of the most feared space pirates captains of all time, has left of legacy of looting merchant ships and spoils of a thousand worlds buried from the galaxy. He hid all of his vast wealth from his crew, and only entrusted the location of the treasure to his first mate, Jeffery Skin, in command of the Blackfire Armada.

Aaray Reem, a young Mandalorian, cutthroat pirate and Skin's first mate, began to stir mutiny which divided Blackfire's pirate armada. After an epic, space battle, which destroyed most the fleet, Reem defeated Skin's loyalist faction and reformed what remained into her own. Jeffery Skin narrowly escaped the chaos with his life and the holo-chart which has the location to Blackfire's treasure. Skin fled to the Montressor Sector and vanished from the galaxy. Having spent most of her time searching for the treasure of Blackfire, Captain Reem has vowed to hunt down Jeffery Skin. Reem has placed a bounty on Skin's head and a reward for any mercenary to join her Pirate gang in search of the hidden treasure of Blackfire.

Bent on revenge, Reem dispatched her pirate fleet to pursue Skin beyond the known galaxy, through wild space to the planet Montressor. Deploying her forces to the mining world with one mission find Skin and obtain the holo-map....

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This is a post-by-post RP that is aimed for some fun storytelling adventure in the Star Wars universe during the time after the Treaty of Coruscant and the cold war between the Republic and Sith Empire.

Rules are simple, no God modding, no double posting, allow others to get their posts in, be responsible, be respectful to other players, and have fun.

I will GM.

I need characters fitting for this RP, looking for mercenaries, pirates, and heroes types looking to make a fortune.

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Hero Main - Jim Hawkin type character

Hero - Scientist/Astronomer friend and mentor to the main hero

Hero - Naval Captain or veteran

Hero - The Droid, comic relief and clumsy

Villian Main - Pirate/mercenery, Reem's First Mate

Villian - Pirate/mercenery

Villian - Pirate/mercenery

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Character Sheets

= The Pirate Queen

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Dramatis Personae

Jeffery Skin -(NPC)- Old timer, spacer, former pirate first mate, has the holo-chart to treasure, hiding from Captain Reem, last known location Montressor.

-(my character)- (goes by "Ray") Mandalorian, pirate captain, 'The Pirate Queen'

-(The Whacko)- Mandalorian pirate, Reem's First Mate

-(eyesonlyhacker)- Pirate Captain
I'm feeling a Disney RP, what Disney theme did you have in mind?
Alright, been super busy with work for the next two weeks. But I am here and we will get this back up so stay posted if you are interested in the revival of Escape from Mos Shuuta
The unexpected happened. The woman who had found herself on the wrong side of the droid's blasters had now presented herself as a potential ally. She was beckoning her to get into the lift with her, she even took care of the other droids by some kind of magic. Reem didn't believe in magic or hocus pocus, but she had heard of ancient religions and powerful beings who could summon energy of the universe to their will. But that was all she heard, mainly that the Empire had done away with most of these religions long ago. But now Reem wasn't so sure. Could she be a wizard? It didn't matter, what matter is that she survived and reached her target.

Fighting the urge to deny her aid, Johanna worked against herself and stepped into the elevator. It was a weird feeling for the Mandalorian. She had a hard time trusting people, especially after her mentor was killed. The odds were against her in this situation and Johanna knew it. The plan was to get Butch and get out. Now things were different. She was going to make this one up as she went along.

With a gloved finger, Reem hit the button to close the doors and the lift went up to the private level. For a moment there was awkward silence between the woman and the bounty huntress. Johanna didn't know if the woman was here to collect the reward on Butch or for something else, and she was prepared to fight if necessary. Though she didn't think that was the case, due to the rags the woman was dressed unlike the typical mercenary. One can never be too cautious, but Johanna had a feeling this woman was something more than she appeared to be. Looking like a street-rat, the woman had a sense of purpose and knowledge beyond her years. She seemed a little too friendly for a traveler. Reem couldn't figure it out, not that she cared. There was only one thing on her mind: collecting that bounty.

She finally broke the ice, "They will be waiting for us." It was a warning turned to irony, when the elevator doors opened four security guards were waiting for them. Reem already had both her blaster pistols drawn. Johanna shot first. Sending two of the guards to the floor.
Observing the situation, the huntress thought about her options. These droids obviously weren't going to let unauthorized guests to the second level. If she went around waving her blasters around, she would make more enemies than she could handle on her own; the other droids were distracted with this female who seemed interested in going up stairs. She was running out of options, and Johanna wasn't a very patient individual. Maybe I can persuade the bartender to let me up. Reem got up from her table leaving enough to cover her drink and headed to the bar.

She made eye contact with the bartender who had both arms rested on the counter-top. "Hey sweetheart, what can I get for you?" the barman asked. "I'm looking for someone..." Johanna coldly stated. "Well, you came to the right place, darling." He laughed. This bartender knew more about her kind of business, it was obvious she was a bounty huntress. No one else would walk into this establishment in full armor, Mandalorians seemed to be a dying breed these days, though not uncommon this far out in the galaxy. It was a shoot first, ask questions later kind of world. One wrong move and Reem would be surrounded by security. "A lowlife, outlaw goes by the name 'Butch', might have come in through here."

"A lot of people come through here, sweetheart." This bartender was going to play games with her. Now Johanna was starting to get agitated, she bit down on her lip before responding. It was game over. "Listen here, 'pal'," she said drawing up one of her WESTAR-34 blaster pistols and pointed the weapon at him. She meant business. "I'm giving you a chance to live..."

"Hey! Please, I'm just a bartender! I don't want any trouble." He was making excuses. "Where is he?" She demanded without hesitating.

"He took a lift up to the private strip-club," he admitted.

"Call it down." The huntress was making a scene in the cantina now, and she kept a sharp watch on her helmet's feed of the view behind her. That was beauty of her helmet's heads-up display. She had a 360 degree view of her surroundings. The droids were still distracted by the girl.

"Okay, okay! I'll call it down, hold on," the barman said pressing the button which called the lift down but also hit the silent security alarm system that alerted the droids to the trouble. Now one of the droids was making its way to her, just as the elevator doors opened up revealing two more droids. Perfect. Johanna drew her second blaster and quickly spun around, fired several shots into the droid's body. The droid went down hard, but that left three more to worry about, and Reem wasn't sure if anyone else posed a threat. Any one of these patrons could be a potential enemy or on Yul's payroll. It was time to deal with the consequences of her actions, and the young bounty huntress was ready for it...
The God of activity has smiled upon us.
Tatooine's immense and seemingly endless desert stretched out in all directions. Nothing but white-hot sand could be seen, intense heat radiated from the sands as the twin suns blazed upon the barren world. Dune after dune, the silvery-green, skinned dewback was determined to track down its prey. Mounted on its saddle rode two travelers, a Tusken and Mandalorian. Partners in crime, more specifically hunting down criminals. The mercenaries had been tracking down this particular prize for some time now. Baladdok "Butch" Nevac'dish held the title as the "fastest blaster on Tatooine," but more importantly this gunslinger was an outlaw, wanted alive by the crimelord Teemo the Hutt. This mission was nothing more than to win the favor of a Hutt, and Johanna Reem was determined to do just that.

If Johanna catches him, she can be guaranteed an audience with Teemo. The young mercenary is new to the business, and just trying to make a name for herself in the universe. She might be young, but she had training, and she would use her skills to her advantage. Her partner, Skaterkst, remained silent under a dark cloaks. He didn't seek protection from the heat, the cloak acted as protection of his identity. Sand People weren't welcomed by most inhabitants on Tatooine. There had been peace at one time, but because of betrayals over land and blood spilled, there seemed to be war between the Sand People and everyone else. Sand People were known to attack and kill farmers and. Skaterkst was the perfect guide on Tatooine, he had lived here all his life, on this forsaken back-world of a planet. He knew everything about the desert. He was more than just a valuable asset, he was life. If it wasn't for Skaterkst, Reem would have died out in the Dune Sea. She couldn't speak or understand Tusken, but he seemed to understand basic perfectly, though Reem never heard him speak it. Always pointing and using gestures to communicate with her.

The riders continued towards their destination Mos Vespas. Paklalat, their dewback mount, picked up the pace as Johanna tapped her heels at it's side. The silver dewback galloped to a fifty kilometer pace until they reached the town's gate. The entrance was wide enough for a dewback to proceed, so the trio entered the town and into the marketplace busy with rows of merchants going about their daily tasks of buying, selling, and trading with customers. It was the perfect place for an outlaw to hide, but where?

Paklalat lost the scent trail in the marketplace and Johanna knew it. All the food, spice, and smells had distracted her reptile mount. It was time to find a stable. As if destiny were on cue, Johanna spotted sign which read Dewback Stables and an arrow pointing to an exit in the marketplace. After following the sings, Reem dismounted with Skaterkst and held the Paklalat's reigns as she approached the short man who seemed to preside over the stables. The stench of lizard poop was overpowering even for Johanna's helmet filter. The human dewback-handler was so dark his skin seemed to be burned black by the suns of Tatooine. "Ah, welcome and good evening to you worthy friends. Please, please, come this way. I have a stable ready for your lizard. At the mere cost of one hundred credits per night." Johanna wasn't in the mood for small talk. She quickly paid the man and handed over her Dewback's reigns. "I'll be back, take good care of him," she said less as a request and more of a threat. "Of course, my friend. No worries, your lizard will be very comfortable with me," he smiled.

Johanna walked out with Skaterkst over to a secluded area. "Stay close. I'm going to see what I can about Nevac'dish." He nodded and disappeared into the streets. Reem noticed a sandstorm was picking up and made her way towards the local tavern, named Yul's Cantina. As she stepped inside, she caught the attention of some of the patrons. A wretched hive of scum and villainy, perfect place for Butch to blend into. Johanna scanned the room silently, finding an empty table in the corner she took a seat and observed the room. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but Johanna was looking for someone who looked like they knew their way around this town. A server droid approached her, asking for an order. She ordered a glass of ice-water. The little droid hurried off to the kitchen to fetch the drink. Reem waited. She wasn't a patient person, but she was going to need some help looking for someone hiding in a place like this. That's when she noticed the elevator doors.

There must be a more private part to this establishment to conduct whatever kind of business this place was associated with. The huntress was definitely going to need to make a visit, and find out who is hiding up there...
How do you want us to jump into this?
Indy mentally cursed himself for saying the wrong thing. "That's not what I meant..." He said as Jackie walked away collecting her belongings.

"Look, Jackie, I didn't mean to hurt you... That wasn't my intentions at all."

He gazed over at Corbin's desk which sat a box of files which he hadn't noticed before, when he was preoccupied with Jackie.

"Wait... Jackie, don't leave. Look!" he pointed at the box of files on the desk. Approaching the desk, Indy reached in, dug through, and pulled out a small wooden box. He opened it which contained an old journal. It was Dr. Corbin's diary. He picked it up and began to read it.

"There were one hundred witches put to death in Sleepy Hollow between 1712 and 1816. Town records suggest members of two different covens integrated into the populace and changed their names to stay hidden. Others spread out across the East Coast. Two covens representing good and evil..."

He stopped reading and handed the diary it to Jackie. "Do you know anything about this?"
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