Renny

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody It was great. You gave me plenty to work with but I felt like the grandfather comment was best.

Star Wars: A New Force

Ben Solo

Three years have passed. Three long years. I still can't believe it sometimes. Master Luke, Odette, the Jedi... All of it. We're all one underneath the banner of the Force. Its crazy, over-the-top, and alluring all at the same time.

Ben felt the curls of his hair touch his face, his hands were atop the other on his lap as he sat in the common area. Though he appeared tense, the opposite was the truth. In the Force, he was as calm as he possibly could be. It was a battle that the Master and himself had been working on, tugging and pulling on his alignment in the Force. Now that he was older, Luke had explained it to him... to an extent. He could sense that the Master was holding something back, keeping a vital part of the truth from him.

The best way he could describe it to Luke was feeling trapped in a massive storm, gray and thundering. When he buried himself in serenity, found his center... he was at the calm, the eye was where he rested. When he found that place, he felt invincible.

That was rare though.

Ben was startled by Odette when she came in the room, it was obvious on his hardened, lean face. Tsk!

"Dammit, Odette. I thought you were the Master." he admitted with a tinge of worry.

Had Luke come in, Ben probably would have assumed he had felt his indecision in the Force. He raked his lengthy hair back uselessly, the strands fell back down quickly. Over the years he felt his attachment to her becoming stronger. She was everything he wasn't. Decisive, saintly, and beautiful in every way. As she sat down next to him, Ben leaned back against the steel to admire her slyly.

"If it is, we have a lot of work ahead of us," he told her, staring at her. "Can you even imagine how hard it'd be trying to build a temple? I can't even see it being feasible with just the three of us. The padawans aren't ready." He nudged his head towards the group of his gawking peers.

" Besides," he said, sitting up and leaning forward. "I'm not interested in dead people or books. Your grandfather, your legacy is worth diving into. Obi-Wan Kenobi; besides Luke he was the single most instrumental piece in bringing down the Empire. The great light of the Republic..."

He tightened his jaw at the unpleasant thought that bubbled to the surface next. His hair fell across cheeks and hid his ghostly expression; the cool light gave his pale skin an ethereal focus. "Mines however, is barely important. Anakin, what was he? some random Jedi who randomly flew ships? Luke doesn't speak about him much and my mom never mentions a thing him about at home. Hell, my pops is more known for his shady dealings than my grandfather being a Jedi. Why would-no why should I care about a faceless name."

The young Solo stood up, his wide sleeves hanging over his arms; his daunting height and slim build filled his earthen robes nicely. He felt angry all of a sudden, as if he wanted to lash out at the fragile ship with the force. However, he restrained himself from doing so upon seeing Luke standing in the door way, his trusty companion Artoo beside him, beeping and reprimanding him comically.

Ben chuckled. A few years ago he would have never thought he'd become such fast friends with a droid. "Oh hush before scrap you," he teased, rubbing at his earlobe as he did. "Are we almost there, Master?"

"It won't be too long now. I came back here to remind you guys to ready the others. Once we land, you two will be in charge of setting up camp."

Ben felt like he was lying but he went along with it anyway, at times, he felt like his Uncle and himself were keeping things from Odette. It was a mutual, silent, agreement to not speak on his obvious struggle. "Right, I'll leave that to Odette. I'm more of the defender type, not the babysitter type."

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Ben Solo

The wind tasseled his hair swiftly, its whistle fading into the west eddies shortly afterwards.

Ben looked at Odette with a gentle smirk. He had to admit to himself that what she did was impressive, if not entirely mind boggling. Earlier, while she lifting the rock with the utmost concentration, he had nearly lost his marbles watching her. His lips had parted and his eyes were wide with wonderment. But of course, he couldn't let her see that. So he fixed his composure as soon as he caught himself gawking.

Luke's calm words were more or less insane. If he hadn't just witnessed Odette doing it herself, he would had told him to quite joking with him. However, he had seen her. Seen the Force in action. It was undeniably true now, every feeling, every ounce of strength that bubbled, every worrisome thought that his parents ever had about him... it was all... all justified.

He has too much, Vader in him...

Wrapped in his dark earthen robes, Ben confidently strode forwards, his hands were holding his black sash tightly.

"If that's all I have to do I'll be done before you can say padawan," he boasted to himself. He shot looks towards an assuring Luke and smiling Odette.

He rolled his shoulders and shook his hands of his anxiety. Alright, Ben, easy peasy. All you have to do is make a giant rock float with your mind. How hard can that be?

The air on the planet blew harshly then just as quickly came to stale still. Ben let out a hollow breath as he eased his heart and sharpened his concentration. Zoning in on the boulder was... difficult. Trees and ants, the air even became obstructions. They were all linked to this ethereal power known as the Force. He saw branches that interwined with each and every thing else around him. At first he was hesitant.

The young Solo took a long and drawn-out minute to admire the black and white concept. When he felt comfortable going on, he aimed towards the boulder and captured it in a mighty, powerful fist. Only, it wasn't his own. It was one much larger, a magical limb, an extension of his will that could do the impossible. He lifted his hand... and felt energy being sapped away instantly. Ben's breath lept than fell as a mass of exhaustion fell on his shoulders.

Why am I so tired? Odette seemed fine, he thought. Am I that weak? Come on, Ben, be better!

As his emotions grew, a steady but slow stream of energy filled in the missing ponds. Slowly his left arm were rising into the air, he was pushing against a weight that felt like too much. He felt sweat falling down his face too. When he felt he knew he could lift no more, he opened his eyes and looked upon the stone boulder. Resting near the head of large tree, it float. Pieces of dirt trinkled down and hit the floor weakly. He smiled at the the height he had accomplished.

absent-mindely he snapped his head towards Odette.

"Seems like I'll become a Jedi before you? Can you see thi-" A moment of weakness swept over him like a fog and interrupted his gloating. His legs wobbled, buckled, than forced him kneel.

Ben expected to here the loud, crackling boom of the boulder hitting sediment but he didn't.

Instead he witnessed Luke's hand extend towards the boulder with ease. It seemed the aged man was effortlessly doing what it took all his strength just to accomplish.

"Exemplary, Ben. You have a massive amount of potential and a connection to the force unlike anything I've seen. But, you drew on emotions to lift this as high as you did. That is a dangerous thing to do. Tapping into dark feelings can be more dangerous than any lightsaber or Force power."

Ben shied away from his uncle's retorts, a scowl quickly forming on his face.

"...At least, that's what my old master would have said. You and Odette, from here on out you're my precious padawans. I'm going to teach you how to tap into the Force safely and Odette, your training is going to be getting even tougher from here on out." Luke was quite for a short while. "I just had a very pleaseant vision that involved the two of you. So here's the situation... two years. The both of you will be training for two years before I start seeking others like yourselves. This way you two can help me give the Jedi Order a rebirth." Slowly, Luke lowered the rock onto the ground and lowered his arm to his side.

Ben felt too tired to stand so he rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky, listening intently.

"Odette, your kindness and strength of heart will guide the new generation gently... Ben... You're fiery disposition and competiveness will give them something to strive towards. Together, the three of us will bring the Jedi Order back to the Republic. Your training starts today, right now... And Ben, enough resting. Your new life starts now as well."

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@Renny
So I was thinking that perhaps after we're done with them being this age, we can time skip to where they are a little bit older (say 15 or 16) when they are a little closer as friends and a few more padawans have joined them? I was thinking we could have them take a trip to the old Jedi Temple on Corascant? Perhaps Luke hopes to build a Jedi Temple on their planet and so wishes to see what it is like? And maybe at the same time she and Ben can find the cyber crystals to make their own Light Sabers there? (yes odette has one, but its the blue one her grandfather had, not the purple one that I plan to really be hers. She will likely loose it or it will be destroyed somehow when they go to the temple). Anyway, what do you think?

@AHeartlessNobody

Oh yea, I'm def down with that. I knew I didn't want to drawl through Ben and Odette's younger years. The interactions are already cast, they'll eventually fall in love. So It won't be a problem to time skip every once in awhile.

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@ProProThat was hard to read? I didn't think it was too terrible, and no one else said anything. If it becomes a problem I'll find a new color that'll hopefully be easier on your eyes.

Moving her over.

@SoleAccord

Told you she was good to go. I wish there was a thumbs up emoji on here lol

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Michael Sonnen, Red Ranger

Michael Sonnen

Name: Michael Sonnen.
Nickname/Alias: Mike, Son (close friends), Mikey, Meeka (mother).
Race: Human.
Age: 20.
Ethnicity: African American.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Michael has a overall roguish countenance with boyish features that marks him as a baby-face by most. His cheeks are round and his eyes hazel, a rare mutation inherited from his mother. His thick eyebrows have a almost feral shape to them, melding with his youthful look. However the eyes underneath them are--admittedly--filled with age. His athletic frame is more slim than sturdy and with arms that have sculpted its form in the mine shafts, its quite efficient to say that he looks adequately prepared for a fight. He stands at a semi-average height of 5'11" and can be spotted by the close, dark cut he sports. His hands are calloused from his years of labor and his mahogany skin marked with scars and cuts from injuries. One particular scar cuts across the right side of his nose and stops below his eye.

Clothing: Though he works for Galatec like any other person, his reasons are vastly different. It's more so to blend in. This is falls in line with his want for acceptance. Like other youth's his age, he dresses fashionably in urban casual clothing. At times he can be seen wearing solid colored t-shirts beneath flannels, jackets, or hoodies. Other times, he could be seen sporting sweaters or simple tees. Accessories are bit too expensive for him, no watches, rings, or necklaces is worth the meager pay he's getting. Every once-in-awhile, when its chilly, he'll wrap a scarf around himself but that's just about it. His footwear usually consists of boots or sneakers, all of them different shapes. He has no preferences.

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In The Mind

Personality: Indecision and Resolve, its a contradiction that Michael happens to work with. Torn between his obligations to his family, his chosen path, and his desire to maintain peace; Michael can be quite the closeted person. Before, he had always tried to live a simple life, one that couldn't be pointed out from any other but as time moved on he found his complacency doing more harm than good. And because of this, he found that guilt quickly tore him apart on the inside. He had always been emotional. Even as a boy he could cry at the smallest of things. Because of how others nitpicked at him, he became reserved, holding his emotions in and letting them out in a more refined manner. Often or not, their pointed and strong, if not wholly direct and obvious.

Modest as he was, Michael's emotions were still very much wild. His insight and sensitivity allowed him to empathize with those around him. As a mine worker he often looked on his co-workers and family with sadness. The propaganda, the brain-washed like devotion towards Galatec; it all felt very wrong. The conditions of their job was grave too but he bared it to be with them. This being said, his loyalty to those he love is steel-strong. Which can be a bad thing and a good depending on the situation. He also has a knack for being generous, trying to help others needlessly. When socializing he picks and chooses his words, its a habit he picked so as to not arouse suspicion from others that he may be different. In a nutshell, he's only human. Certain things about him could be described as faulty but he knows that everything he does come from a good place and tries to show it through his actions.

Likes: Michael enjoys the sounds of smoldering rock music, its dream-like and smoky acoustics tend to uplift him and bring him to clarity. As mentioned below he studies geology a bit, investing himself in learning about the rocks he work around and the fractures that could potentially cause accidents. His favorite dish is enchiladas, the mixture of cheese, meat, and vegetables are a classic for him. It always brings a smile to his face. He also enjoys driving. Whether that be to the store or just to rock out to some music and get some thinking done. When colors are brought into question, his favorite has always been charcoal.

Dislikes: On the flipside of his rock fetish, Michael tends to dislike expansive open spaces. The feeling of being vulnerable there makes him queasy and upsets his stomach. He also has a dislike of spiders. This developed when he was younger, working in the mines. He dislikes sweets too, candy or cakes are out of the question for him; his teeth are sensitive. And being around too many people can make him anxious. Judgmental people can lead to unwarranted attention and that could lead to him being discovered as different.

Fears: Fears are rampant in a world where one can be perceived as different. MIchael has many fears. Discovery for wanting to remove Galatec's tight grip on New Earth is one of them. He's certain that death or imprisonment would follow if they ever found out. He also has a fear of moles and rats, these were also developed in the dark mines when he was younger. Oddly enough he also fears Galatec, the aliens are mysterious to him, a curtain behind many veils. But more than anything else, he fears that his family will end up like his cousin, thanking the hand that drove the knife into their backs.

Quirks: Michael often thumbs the scar across his nose. It itches every once in awhile, causing him to rub the length of it. When he morphs into the Red Ranger he has a habit of saying "We fight for today!" before charging into an open confrontations. And when fighting he tends to swing his pickaxe with a expert skill, though his unarmed combat is sloppy and unrefined.

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Where They’ve Been

History: Average. What could that have been he wondered at a very young age. His birth was unremarkable and his life up until its eleventh year was too. That was when he realized that the things he noticed were vastly different than what others saw. His insight came to life that year and it begun what he liked to call his "blending". His mother: Valerie and father: Patrick was both workers underneath Galatec. So was his elder brother and cousin. When he turned eleven he too was sent to the mines for hard labor. Something about it was off, though he didn't really think much about because his family seemed okay with it. It wasn't until he met a little girl around the same age, who worked in the mines and exhausted herself daily, did he think,

This isn't right...

Later that year she hurt herself in the mines. To the point that she couldn't life anything over forty pounds. Michael always kept that in the back of his head, for whatever reason it stuck with him. Eventually seeing kids his age and younger became normal, though it was more than normal to the others. It was accepted and morally right. There was nothing wrong with watching a child struggle to lift his pickaxe, to watch him shy away from the smoldering heat and debris, to get injured and carried away. But that was just life in the mines. Outside it seemed perfectly typical. People shopped, people laughed, people even loved. It was life. But at the same time, it was twisted. Galatec was praised and worshipped more than any religion in history. Beliefs were focused on them, trust was given without thought.

Michael pondered infinitely, taking notes of the rights and wrong he had observed. Ultimately he convinced himself that as long as his family was happy, that it was fine. So he continued to look at the propaganda that drowned his world, occasionally nudging his father or mother when they did something unethical for Galatec. When they would lash out at him, whether that be tender or agitated, he would always joke it off.

His views on Galatec changed when his cousin died in the mines. He was with her when it happened and it was her final words that drove him down his path. As she laid limp beneath a metal canister; rocks toppled over her bleeding body, she uttered.

"Don't worry, Mikey... Galatec will take care of you-"

It was then that he knew things needed to change. Months after her funeral, as he worked the mines with his father who mourned and brother who withdrew into himself; Michael couldn't help thinking of them. He wanted to free them so badly that simply being quiet about Galatec pained him with guilt. At night he staid up, losing sleep over it. If he had said something, would Courtney be alive now? he thought that often. The bad thing was, his father and brother still thought highly of Galatec. It was as if it was impossible to resist them. He decided he hated them himself.

Talents: Michael's talents aren't many, though they are pretty remarkable. In school he was the star of his soccer team, excelling at the sport. In the mines he gained a praticed aptitude with his pickaxe, usuing it for all sorts of labor and knowing its advantages and disadvantages respectfully. He also became a rather seasoned scholar in the rocks around him. He started studying geology so that he could perform his job better and notice the weaknesses in certain structures or walls. His eyes have also become rather sharp due to having to work in the dark tunnels of the mines, along with his instincts for danger. He's come to rely on these often.

Hindrances: Unfortunately his talents are met with hindrances as well. He's week in the mathematics departments, many things technical escapes him. Mostly due to the fact that he ignores these things out of . He's also pretty bad with strategies, finding it easier to just go with the flow of things. And perhaps his biggest flaw is his indecision about breaking Galatec's hold on New Earth. At the cost of peace, is it really worth it?

Powers: None.

Equipment: Morpher, Personal Communicator, His cousin's daily planner.

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Bonus Round

Quotes: "We fight for today!"
Theme Song: Throne
Aspiration: To secure the safety and future of his loved ones.

It’s Morphin’ Time!

Color Designation: Red
Primary Weapon: Pickaxe Scythe. While it resembles a Pickaxe greatly, its length and reach is more scythe-like. The hard-light this weapon is made tends to flare violently when swung.
Energy Shield: Kite Shield with a Pick Axe on its face. Like his scythe, this shield flares violently.
Blaster Design: A long, crimson revolver with red and black swirling towards the barrel. It is rather archaic in design with a slow fire-rate but powerful bullets.
Powers: The Red Ranger possesses the ability to fire beams of concentrated heat energy via hands and feet. This heat is enough to burn through solid rock when concentrated over time and can be utilized in combat through quick strikes.
Zords: For now, you won’t start with any zords. In fact, getting them will be among the first few missions. When you get a zord, keep track of it here. Until then, leave this space empty.

RP Sample

"Ma, you should think about yourself now. Your job will get done, I promise you."

She was bedridden but still thinking of Galatec. It was hard not to scowl or keep his fist from clenching. As she reminded him of their metaphorical debt to them, he had to make himself busy to keep her from noticing the deep scowl that etched his face. He moved to grab the tray of food next to her bed before mentioning his schedule for the next couple of days. They were different from usual for some reason, he was working without his father and brother and that worried him. He didn't tell her that part, she would have only told him to trust them or something like that.

By the time he left the hospital dark had suffused with light and opened the door for the stars and moon. Michael sighed as he walked out, his hands tucked in his pockets as he shied away from the cold. His pops and brother should've been home; their shifts over. Unfortunately for him, his night was just getting started. Dressed in his uniform--a sophisticated material that tilted on being overhauls--Michael believed he could make the drive there in an hour. Give or take five minutes depending on traffic.

His outdated vehicle rumbled to life once he ignited it. The contrast between his car and everyone else's were obvious. His was outdated even for those that had cars from twenty years ago. He held a grip on the rusty steering wheel, his head nearly touching it as he thought on his mother's condition. Working with upper Galatec meant many things to the working class, it meant she was honest, that she was respectable, worth admiration. But above everything else, it meant she was worth being stepped on.

Poisoned... someone poisoned her! Crap! He could feel every muscle of his body tightening.

Michael slammed his fist against the steering wheel before siting up and driving off. If he thought about Galatec's crimes right before going to work, he found it hard to act casual if not under their control. So he tried to clear his mind by playing some music. He played an old band, the kind whose music could make you dream and see armies clashing beneath red suns.

"Just work your shift and make it home. That's all you have to do" he told himself.

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@ProPro freak yea!

I'm moving it there now lol

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@SoleAccord The RP sample was a really good read. The CS was good too. It was more or less what I expected lol.

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@Charnobylisk Sounds epic. Also, I think I'm in love with your avatar. Something about it screams "Unappreciated Goddess!"

@ProPro Also that whole timeline thing was a really simple fix. I ended up changing his sixth year into his eleventh lol. It makes a big difference in his history but not so much that I have to move things around.

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@Renny I like Michael, you clearly put a good deal of thought into him. Just two things. 1) His age and the timeline don't quite match up. He's 20 and Galatec has been aroun 10 years, but it looks like you're implying they were around when he was 6. It's not entirely clear, so I recommend reworking that segment of history. 2) In regards to your RP example, remember to keep things PG or PG-13.

Hider

Once that bit of messy timeline is all fixed up, I'd say we've officially got our Red Ranger. I will wait until tomorrow morning before officially declaring him approved juuuuust in case someone else hasn't posted a CS yet, but barring that you've got the job.

@ProPro

Lol I'll clear these small problems up in a jiffy