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Here is mine so far. Nowhere near done.
I'm still around. Honestly I just need to figure out more people to interact with. Might make a non-Vader imperial to be a side villain.
At the moment, I'm writing up a Sniper/Heavy Tank character. He relies on long range sniping, while his Mech/Titan is heavily armed so they operate on a method of one sniping, while the other heavier defensive tank draws fire.
@Gisk You gonna set up a OOC, or just wait for people here to send in their apps?


Events were going quickly. Suddenly, maybe. Events worked quickly, and even Kenobi had to admit he couldn't control events in the way he'd like. Especially with the Jawas here... He couldn't guarantee a way for them to get off Tatooine. Just another guilt he'd have to live with unless Leia made them the offer. Ben took a step closer to the free land speeder, taking a seat and crossing his arms. He had much to think over. A Death Star? He had retreated so much into the force, that he was amazed that he never felt what she talked about. But then again... News would have traveled quickly of a weapon that could destroy planets. Right now, he was regretting his choice of backing Leia. She clearly seemed to have no interest in learning about the force. In truth, he felt... Dismissed. Unwanted. Yet she made the journey. That alone meant he should continue.

"Princess, I recommend we leave as soon as we can if the Death Star is as dangerous as you claim it to be." He looked up into the sky again, and there was still no Death Star. No planet destroying station, yet. In a short while he felt it would be there. The force screamed, it pleaded and shook like a leaf in a storm. Like millions dying in a second. "Make your way to Mos Eisley. We can bring one of the Jawa along, they'll be far better with directions than an old man." Even if he couldn't save all of them, just the one would ease his guilt.

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@Shadow Daedalus


From the deck of the Executioner, Vader had a lovely place to stand and watch the incompetence of his soldiers. As green beams flashed through the sky, he watched with silence as the Tantive V's weapon systems were destroyed one by one. A display of steel warped by plasma fire, as the gaping maw of the star destroyer dragged it closer, and closer. Then, came the rebel ship. A smuggler ship so easy to tell apart from the others. "Flee little rebel... Flee." Vader whispered under his breath, but it came out as a booming roar for those standing nearby. But the ship did not turn to flee, it came in to attack.

The blasts tore through the Executioner's tractor beam, and Vader felt... A sudden interest. He took a step closer to the screen, watching out onto the ship below as his men where made fools of. But Vader knew now there was a new interest. "Destroy the Ambassador's ship. If she or her crew are on board, then they will perish. The Death Star plans with them if so." His hand reached up, gesturing in the direction of the Revenant. So amused as he that when he squeezed, he spared the pilot. There was a sickening crunch of metal, but not one that could be heard in space. The engines folded together, metal and flame turning itself into slag almost instantly. The guns snapped, and the poor droids inside them would have seconds to flee. The crunch of metal, the twisting of the vessel. Vader stood there, watching with an emotionless mask as he tore the Revenant apart with his mind. The dark side's power turning hopes to dust. "Send out fighters to collect that ship. I want that pilot taken alive for questioning."

The Tantive V never stood a chance. Those still on the ship when the Executioner fired upon it were the lucky ones. Torn apart by an array of blaster fire, sent drifting out into space to die in fear. The unlucky ones made it to the escape pods, only to be collected by Vader. He stood there as ships where brought in, storm troopers gathered around to collect the survivors.

"Tell me, which of you was the pilot who flying the ship that managed to take out the tractor systems?" Vader demanded, standing there with nothing to protect him. Nothing except himself, and a fair share of storm troopers, guns, and the force. In all honesty, he didn't need any of that to be unafraid.
So kind of a horror theme'd Star Wars thing where Rebels and Imperials have to work together to survive? Sounds interesting.
Is @Skelm still interested? If not, it'll effect what I'm planning to do next. Because I'm tempted to have Vader catch Khyrr's ship out of the sky with the force, or blow up the engine. Something so I can have Vader interact with a rebel. (I promise not to kill him @Shadow Daedalus.)


"You're skeptical of this, are you?" Ol' Ben leaned back, laughing softly as if he'd just heard a terrible joke. "What would you like? Should I go to Polis Massa? Find the files of your birth? Endanger not only yourself but many others on such a tedious thing." The lightsaber blade crackled, before it fizzled out and returned to the cylinder housing the blade. "Would you prefer I find you Vader, and have him tell you of the day your father died. The last of his life... The last of his light burned away on the planet Mustafar where he joined me in a final battle against the growing darkness of Vader. How I failed him on that day? You want me to tell you about your mother? Padme Amidala? Should I recount in detail how the light slipped from her eyes, leaving them glassy and empty when I told her of my failures? How the man she loved was killed by the man who stole the Republic out from under the feet of so many? Leia Organa, you are endlessly cruel if you believe that is what your father or mother would want me to do." The way he sat there, the way he looked into her eyes... There was truth. Endless truth, but near abyssal pain. Like a gaping wound in the force, that he couldn't stitch up easily.

"Your father was a great hero of the Republic. I understand this may come as a shock to you. Like your father, and your mother, you carry a great deal of potential. Organa knew this. He wanted to protect you. Keep you from it. But still, have you ever wondered. How on some days your teachers would look at you and ask... Can you feel the world? Or on cloudy nights you could still look out and see the sun on the other side of Aldeeran? How the people around you were so willing to sacrifice themselves for you? Men like Roan Shryne? Or Ferus Olin? I realize the skeptic in you denies it. But inside you is something that Vader fears. Your father knew more than ever to send you to me. To delay your mission because you need to be ready. He expects me to protect you. But I will do much more than that. I shall teach you. I shall be your mentor and I will help you pierce the darkness." He paused after so long, his gaze old an weary. "But, I fear you and I will not have much time. Tell me... Does Tatooine have a new moon?" He stood up, a slow walk to the window.

There was nothing outside but the blazing suns of Tatooine, and yet. "I have recieved a vision from the force. A terrible cry like nothing else. We must leave. And it is your choice if you invite me along, or if I am to remain here, and the many truths I have to share are lost."

And then... "Well, I guess we will be interrupt by new guests... Again." Ben sighed as he stepped out of his hut, hand waving through the air. "I apologize, noble traders. But I am not in the mood to be buying or selling." He never bought anything if he could recall correctly, so stuff like this was... Well it did little for him.
Gisk, if you want I can help you develop a new less fandom-y backstory and setting to work with.
Works perfectly for me. I'm brainstorming my character at the moment.
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