Sep

Star Wars - Lawless [Zarkun and Sep]

Don't really need nuthin' here

Though I don't like "0 ooc"

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So, this morning I wake up and hop on my laptop. I open up Chrome, head to RPG, and...



... I think Wraith is catching up.

@Simple Unicycle

He was further behind on your posts than mine. I feel speshul.

Star Wars - Lawless [Zarkun and Sep]

All through the Galaxy Shadowports existed. Places where criminals from all over the Galaxy could group together, safe from the governing body of the Galaxy. They were a dime a dozen back in the days of the Republic, since the Empire had come into power their number had decreased significantly. The Empire adopted a 'No Tolerance' policy on the concept of Star Ports. There was no money to be made from them by the corrupt governors, and they were seen as potential breeding grounds of Rebellion and Rebel Activity. What the Empire didn't know is the Ports tended to kick Rebel Cells of them as soon as they formed, they attracted the wrath of the Empire like you wouldn't believe.

On one such station an old Separatist Agent, turned pirate hurried through the corridors, trailed by two droids. Chaos spread throughout the station, word was that the Empire was coming for the station and he had to find a way off. Turns out his crew had decided to take his ship and leave without him the second word spread that the Empire was on it's way. He had been good to his crew, to his people. They held to a code and always made a profit, but others in his crew felt that he wasn't violent enough and they could make more money.

They were fools, the lot of them. Violence would lead them to being noticed, being noticed would lead the Empire to coming down hard on them and when you had an Imperial Taskforce after you it wasn't going to end terribly well. Sighing as some form of station 'security' stood barring a door he pulled one of his DL-44s out of it's holster and shot the man in the temple, a shocked expression on his face as he fell backwards onto the ground. Smoke raising from the hole now squarely in the centre of his temple. Once upon a time there was talk of him becoming a Jedi, till he failed the Initiate Trials, cast out and then recruited by the Separatists. What his old tutors would have thought to see him shoot someone in the head.

It wasn't murder however, it was self preservation. This idiot felt that it was his duty to stop them from causing chaos, hop on their ships and leave. Maybe he had some hope that if they held people hostage that the ships would be more willing to help defend the station. After all in orbit around the station there were some larger vessels, pirate cruisers and the like. Not that he believed that the Devils Horn was still out there, it had probably jumped to hyperspace already under the guidance of it's new Captain. Now, there was only one way off this station and to get his ship back. Only one person he'd even consider to be able to help him, in a hanger somewhere around here was a ship far older than anyother. Owned by a man in Mandalorian, with a penchance for loving women and running his mouth.

It was often said that if he could fly the same way he ran his mouth he'd be the best smuggler in the Galaxy.

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@Superboy why'd you laugh at me? :'(

I'm being serious, I love the idea of interacting with other characters, and am willing to do so just if I don't limit myself I'm going to end up knowing everyone and carrying RF into Season 2.

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@Lord Wraith _{thanks for the likes dad}

@Superboy

<Snipped quote by Superboy>

Just catching up on the IC as much as I can today.

@Lord Wraith

Yeah it's not that he likes it, just bookmarking his place. He doesn't really love us.

So I know I've talked to a couple of people about prospective crossovers, and I got one coming up... I will say though that with us nearing Mid-August and ending in Late September I need to work on my main story, as a couple of you know there's a lot that's going to happen in Central City. So I'd say if you wanna do something with me, shoot me a PM shortly as other than that I'll maybe have time for a conversation max, not an actual full on crossover (Barring the Multiplayer events, assuming I'm invited to the party).

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T H E F L A S H

Revelations:

^{NOT FAST ENOUGH}

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Iris sat on the treadmill looking at the hastily scratched out note left by Wells.

Gone to New York for a couple of days to help a friend. If you need be, Baxter Building.

It was as cryptic as possible. Also the Baxter Building? It had been uninhabited since the mission that sent that Richards guy into space hadn't it? It didn't matter either way. With her leaving Barry in the dust, and Wells gone her list of people she could talk about with what she was going through was becoming increasingly shorter. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, looking at the screen she sighed as she saw it was her boss from over at CCN. Throwing it onto the treadmill she ran her fingers over the buttons of her other phone, one she had bought only recently for the sole purpose of ensuring that she kept her identity a secret.

On the screen was the one name she had on the phone highlighted. Superman. It felt weird to have Superman as a saved contact on her phone, but surely he would understand some of what she was going through? He seemed to have so much of it together, and while the news seemed to favour him less than it did her well... she put that down to her working for the main news distributer within Central City. She sighed putting the phone down. There was someone else she could go to, who could maybe understand what she was going through and that was Jay Garrick, but should she trust him yet? It seemed a little too convenient that she got into a fight with a metahuman and then another Speedster just happened to show up willing to train her. Especially when there was the prophecy hanging over her head that as soon as Zoom figured out how to ‘fix’ who the Flash was supposed to be then she was going to end up dead.

She sighed as her phone started to buzz again, reaching over she picked it up. “What’s up Pete?” She took a breath, clearing herself and calming herself. Pete didn’t know what was going on with her, and he didn’t need to know.

“Iris, I need you to get a bag packed and get yourself over to New York as soon as possible. Use whatever means you need, I’ll have a hotel reservation ready by the time you get there-” She started laughing, doubtful. “-What’s so funny?” Damn it Iris, hold it together. You’re starting to crack.

“Sorry it’s just something I saw. What’s the Story?”

At this point she leant her head to the side to hold her phone between her head and shoulder while her hands grasped her notepad and pen. Writing things down as Pete was talking to her. “Central City Museum is sending the Kahndaq Dynasty Diamond to New York for some exhibition they have on the middle-east. With all the crime that’s going on there Editorial wants you to go do a piece on the exhibition, the diamond and what security is going to be like. We may have had that extraterrestrial being fighting Superman and Flash but it has its own host of crazy going on right now.”

She ‘Ah-huh’d her way through the conversation until Pete stopped talking, which was probably her cue to say something back. “I’ll head right over there. Thanks Pete, I needed to get away.”

“I don’t do this for you Iris-” His voice stern, before warming up again. “-You’re welcome though Iris. Don’t think all your hard work recently hasn’t been noticed, I know it’s not easy. Stick in there, it’ll get easier.”

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

You know, one of my favourite moments of Early Flash Rebirth was easily this face that Barry pulled.

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Byrd wins again...

@Lord Wraith

Surprising nobody.

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I wanna point out to all of y'all using colours (for any potential other partly colourblind peeps) please for the love of god avoid really bright or dark colours. I honestly can't read them off the dark grey of the guild, and while I read 90% of posts from my phone (as you post overnight or while I'm at work) it means I don't read them cause I can't easily highlight them.

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn followed at a respectable distance from Kresst and the Captain who had been sent to great them as he lead them towards what she assumed was the command centre. As instructed Ace and Trio walked to the bottom of the ramp and then remained there, scanning the surrounding area for the visible and hidden weapons that were trained on them and their ship. It was a true resistance base, there was no outright wall that destroyed trees that would make it easily visible from the air. There were spread out weapon encampments, they weren't spread at even and identifcal intervals but instead they were placed in a way that made it hard to predict one emplacmenets position based on that of the others. It was all very guerilla warfare, she had seen it before. Some worlds had decided to resist the Separatist invasions without calling for Republic aid, wishing to remain neutral and on those worlds the Jedi had often been sent in to help set up resistance movements. The brainchild of Anakin Skywalker.

She followed the human as she lead them into what could have been some form of Research Centre before the resistance members had moved in and made it their base of operations. Standing at in the centre of the room surrounded by aliens of varying species was an Alien she didn't recognise. He was obviously the centre of attention and as such likely the commanding officer. Mevenn bowed respectfully to him, as Mach offered a salute. They didn't say anything, she was too busy scanning the exits and the guards. Four exits, each had two guards and almost everyone in the room carried a sidearm. These were people who were used to trouble, if things kicked off it would be a task for all three of them to get out of here alive. Especially if kresst was behind on his lightsaber exercises.

The being turned to them and spoke in a rough, deep voice. "So. You're the Jedi who want our artefact?" He picked up a cigarra and stuck it in his mouth. "You know. There's not been life on this planet long, a couple of minor colonies. We're just starting to have people born who call this planet their homeworld, and then you Jedi want to come and take an artefact that may suggest there was once life on this planet. So you're brought to the negotiating table with me. What is it and why do you want it?"