Sep

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn touched the side of her helmet as the message relayed into her helmet. The voice was easily distinguishable, that of the Supreme Chancellor. Though something was off, static? It didn't sound quite right. The usual caring, fatherly tone was replaced by something far deeper and slower. It almost sounded menacing. "The time has come. Execute Order Sixty-Six." The message cut off straight after, and Mevenn lifted off her helmet confused. This didn't make sense, while the Supreme Chancellor technically had control over the GRA orders were typically relayed through the Navy or the Jedi Council who were the appointed Generals during the war.

"It's some kind of order, directly from Chancellor Palpatine." Machs expression read as confused as hers. That was at least a somewhat positive note. He didn't seem to be in on the conspiracy, at least not willingly. "Do you think that this order is behind it? If so we need to get back to Coruscant immediately, before any other Jedi are attacked."

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Sooo, since no one’s claimed the Jedi slot... do they have to be a straight-up Jedi? Or can we do a Dark Jedi?

@EnterTheHero

Dark Jedi I'm going to say no, because I'm not too fond of them as a concept as they're one stones throw away from going over the edge. Should you wish to play a Jedi that's been through Order 66 and all that, is having issues and may progress down a dark path then that I'm okay with. Though at the start of the RP it's still a conflict that's going on, lifes about the Journey y'know.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

How's everyone doing? I've not seen a RP start this quiet in a looong long time.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

<Snipped quote by Master Bruce>



Errr...I mean thanks. Yes. That’s what I meant to say. I hate that it had to happen due to the loss of Byrd, but I’m more than happy to help keep this game going, especially until you get off your lazy ass and start contributing again.

As for the hiatus idea, I’d personally be fine with suspending the two week posting quota until after the holidays...but if people want to post I don’t want to put a mandatory stop on doing so. Mostly because I want to post. That allows people to recharge the batteries if they want and come back swinging in the new year, but they don’t have to worry about losing their characters

@HenryJonesJr

I second his thoughts on the haitus thing. But also think you're a madman for letting him be a cogm

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn was silent. Much as she would have hated to actually verbally admit it but Kresst had a point. There was no way the troopers she knew like kin were traitors. No way they would turn on her, she knew better than most the bond that clones shared among one another and she had been lucky enough to become a sister to this band of clones. There was no possible way in which they would betray her, especially not in the way they had. Cooler heads often prevailed, this was an instance of it. She could sense the darkenss Kresst was speaking off as well, something dark was afoot and they had to know what.

Mevenn turned her head to the pilot. "Do it. Relay the message to my helmet." She turned to Kresst before he could counter her argument. "I need to do this Master. I need to know."

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn was about to jump at the chance of listening to the transmission that turned the best people she knew into traitors. She almost winced as Kresst raised his voice, his usual gentle demanour mometarily replaced with a sense of urgency as he described that Mach had been meant to recieve a priority order from Coruscant. Only that the cave system had prevented him from recieving the order, as had the subsequent damage to his helmet. He spoke up first. "I don't see how an order could turn my men into traitors. Maybe it wasn't actually them, we've seen droids wear clone armour before. It's not out of the question."

Mevenn shook her head, fighting to keep her voice even and controlled. "Droids don't have the same presence in the Force, it's harder to gauge their actions than it is of a living organic being. If they had merely shot at me, and I had the chance to retreat without having my hand being forced to..." She fought to pick the right word, a word she could say. "-Go on the offensive. I may have agreed with you." She turned to Kresst. "Do you think that this order could have something to do with it? Mach is the only one out of the squad to not hear it, and he is the only one not to turn on us. Though how could an order do that?"

"I think you're forgetting a possibility Commander." Mevenn turned her head to the Clone, confused.

"What if they weren't the traitors? What if it's you?"

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@Korkoa I'm going to say no to teleportation. Force Adept is fine.

To everyone else I'm going to spin the wheel of plot tomorrow.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Haven
^MIDDAY

Tavick approached the edge of the city. He had never seen a city, but from stories he doubted many of them were like this one. It looked as if it had been dropped already pre-built into the middle of the desert. The sands forming banks as they blew against the outer limits of the city. He placed a firm, yet gentle, hand on the neck of his mount - beast known as a Yamen, he knew it was Windwalker. A ship passed overhead and he concentrated on the power of the Ashla to help calm her, she was unused to the flying contraptions that inhabited the 'civilised' parts of the Galaxy. Like most beasts belonging to the Sijin she had been raised far off into the desert through the storms that protected their land. He wasn't entirely sure if he was trying to calm himself, or Windwalker. It had been so long since he had interacted with anyone besides the Sijin, but the fact that he had had interactions in the past was the reason he was chosen.

Tavick merely looked like an outcast and a wanderer, having never being raised from birth as a Sijin the elders had reservations about him wearing their traditional garb, he could blend in with the other miscreants that they knew to inhabit the planet. To go out and search why the Ashla and Bogan were in such conflict, with the Bogan threatening to over power everything. The fragile balance of their world was in the balance. As they entered the city limits the city felt as if it was on edge. Men patrolled in plastoid white uniforms, people spoke in hushed tones as they approached. There was a genuine sense of fear flowing through the city. Hearing the inmistakable sounds of a tavern, the smells and the telltale signs of drunk patrons Tavick tied Windwalker to a nearby post. Stroking her head slightly before walking in.

The smell of filth immediately assaulted his senses, the dust, stickly smell of vomit and the unmistakable stench of cigarra smoke assaulted him within the dim lit confines of the tavern. Behind the bar stood a large being with four arms, a large bulging stomach. He was pouring four drinks simultaneously, a seasoned veteran at his trade. Tavick walked up to the bar and placed a credchit on the bar. Waiting for the bartender to finish, once he had he moved back over and eyed the chit suspiciously. "A Republic credit?"

The being shrugged before placing it to a pouch hanging below his stomach. "What'll it be friend?"

"I'll have whatever beer you serve, and access to a holonet terminal if you've got one?" One of the beings hands worked beneath the counter, pulling a bottle out of an unseen fridge before opening it with an opener he procured in his other hand, placing it on the counter.

"I don't have no-terminal. Though if you want information, you've come to the right place. What do you need to know?"

Tavick took off his hat and placed it on the stool next to him. "Who won the war?"

The bartender starting laughing a jolly, heavy laugh. Slowing down as he noticed the serious look on the strangers face. "You're kidding aren't you friend? That was five years ago." He shrugged. "I guess in some way, the Empire won."

"The Empire?"

The bartenders hands worked below the counter, this time taking out two small glasses and filling them both with a liquid bronze. Sliding one towards Tavick, the barman took the first shot.

Tavick nodded his thanks before pouring his down his throat, it burned it's way down to the pit of his stomach and he had to fight the reflex to not shake his head in disgust. As Tavick moved his hand to his pocket to withdraw a credit the bartender merely shook his head.

"that ones on the house friend, it's going to be a long story."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Pictured here: Sep Rocking back up to the Party.

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

A sense of betrayal and confusion, confliction and fear, radiated from Mevenn. She trusted Mach with her life, like she had all the other clones. That however did not change the fact that they had turned on her. They had been her brothers in arms, they had served together faithfully throughout the course of the Clone Wars. Then they had just turned on her, as if none of that had mattered. If nothing they had done together mattered, the times they had saved eachothers lives. Lay side by side in the rain, camped down trying to get what little sleep they could while the war marched on around them. All of that was gone.

She took a deep breath, centering herself. "I was in the woods. I was fighting some form of darkside user, he spoke in riddles. The end of the Jedi, that we had already won the war. I didn't think much off it, I just assumed he was some form off new Separatist soldier, some form of adept to counter the numbers of the Jedi. Or maybe some former acolyte of Count Dooku, perhaps his would be replacement?" She shrugged. "Once I was finished with him, the rest of the squad showed up. Without saying anything they attacked me." Mevenn was glad for her helmet at this point, as tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She silently wished she hadn't removed the voice filter on the helmet, as her voice began to crack up.

"It was me or them."

A sob escaped her.

"They were my brothers, and my friends. I had no choice." Mevenns head dropped, shame filling her.