Sep

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Habitat Thirteen was once the crown jewel of a civilisation. Orbiting a now dead planet, it was originally meant to be a last attempt at a barely space faring society to to escape extinction on their world. For whatever reason the people never made it from the planet to the station, the planet now being a toxic world incapable of supporting life. Instead a smuggler by the name of Tyvar Oln discovered the station in an attempt at discovering a new hyperspace lane to get past a Republic Blockade. The planet not registered on any intergalactic registry became the perfect space for Tyvar to have his own station. A place to lie low, store his goods, credits, and escape from it all. Over time more and more people came to the station, first solely friends and associates but as time passed businessmen moved in. Tyvar stopped smuggling, because the money came to him. Forming his own shadowport in his little corner of space.

Tyrell Lorne sat with his feet up in his little den aboard the station. There were various droid parts littered around the room, artefacts from the Clone Wars, a couple of old books sitting in one corner. He was a drifter, many considered him a rebel but he considered himself a pirate. It just so happened that he only ever raided Imperial Convoys, or ships on Imperial Contracts. It stood to reason, they were the ones with the most valuable cargo. It did have something to do with his own personal code of honour, something htat had been instilled into him as a young boy by his mentors. He fiddled with the familiar cylindrical object between his hands, as the door chimed he put it away hastily out of sight as he pressed abutton on the arm of his chair. In walked a red skinned Twi'lek dressed, barely, in black leather. She nodded her greeting to him.

"We're ready to set off Captain. Ships loaded, we fixed that minor breach we had in the last skirmish and we've offloaded the cargo we intended to sell and the rest is squared away in the usual hiding space."

Tyrell nodded. "Thankyou Xjena. Go make the necessary calculations to the next jump point."

"Yes Captain." She turned and left, he noticed the way she moved as she left. Fluid, enticing. Like most Twi'leks Xjenas inhibitions were a bit lower than the average female of other species, but unlike most she knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. Tyrell had warned her before about trying to use her feminine charms on him, it wasn't that he wasn't tempted but the problem was that he was tempted. He just knew her reputation too well to know that anything good could come off it.

He raised his head as he looked out the window into space, a strange sense of dread. Walking over to the window he saw a brief flash as the light of the sun reflected off something. As he stood and walked ove rto the window the shape slowly came into focus. An Imperial Star Destroyer.

"Oh, that's not good."

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

"To which I ask you, how could Coruscant and the Jedi Temple be potentially dangerous? The Temple has to be one of the most secure locations in the entire Galaxy." Mevenn raised her arms in surrender. "Have it your way though, you're the master here. Can we at least go core bound? At least that way when there doesn't seem to be anything wrong we can continue on to the temple. I'm sure there's a lot of duties that they need both of us to do now that the War is over, they'll probably even send you out with another team to secure the artifact we just encountered. Then you can have your own research project out in the middle of nowhere, and I'll probably be rounding up separatists that don't realise the war is over."

She stretched and yawned, her muscles starting to ache as she came down from the adrenaline high that had kept her going since the fight with the mysterious Force user out in the forst. "I'm going to hit the refresher and go to bed, unless you need me for anything?"

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn turned on Kresst. "By the time we've made it to a planet with reliable communication back to Coruscant we could have been half way back to Coruscant. I say we just take the straight route, straight on to Coruscant. If you're really nervous we can drop out of hyperspace part of the way there." She sighed in frustration as she sat herself back time. "Why do you temple types always have to overanalyze everything?" A glimmer of her formerself, before the betrayal, began to shine through. "The Separatists managed some form of plot to turn the Clones against us in a last bid attempt at winning the war. It obviously failed, the only reason the squad here was affected was due to us being all the way out of here. The order that no-doubt countermanded the attempt at treachery might not have made it all the way out here."

"You sit in the temple and refuse to take part in the war, and when it's over you want to delay our return to the temple to go to some other backwater world? What makes you so suspicious sitting in the temple all the time?"

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@SepI normally don't have this much trouble. I just can't seem to nail anything down that I'm satisfied with this time around.

@ReedeThe23rd

Understandable. You're always welcome to come back should the muse strike you, I always find that Roleplays are very whim based and sometimes it doesn't stick around so I get it. This does seem like a slow burner, and that sometimes can have an impact as well. Wish you all the best pal.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@SepI'm gonna be honest here: I just can't think of a setup for a post that's actually long enough to bother with posting. Rather than sit here and flounder about while I keep insisting I'm gonna post, I'm just going to withdraw from this. I hope you understand that this has nothing to do with you or anyone else, just my own inability to figure things out.

@ReedeThe23rd

The thing with Open World Scenarios are that the plot unfolds as players push on, probe avenues and interact with the world. A lot of this involves players telling their own stories to get the ball rolling, if this is how you feel then feel free to Withdraw. If you want help working a setup, then you just need to ask.

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn clapped her hands together as she stood up. "That must be it. I mean if the War is over that means the Sith Lord who was behind the Separatist Uprising has also been dealt with. I mean there was talk about him being an incredibly powerful Sith Lord, who knows what kind of ripple effect his Death would have on our ability to connec twith the Force. It's probably why we're sensing such darkness and confusion. Maybe the mysterious order that turned the Clones against us was some ploy devised by him to turn the Clones against us should he lose the war, we have no idea what they forced the Chancellor to say before Masters Kenobi and Skywalker managed to rescue him above Coruscant."

Mevenn took off her helmet and flashed a grin at Mach. Everything was going to be okay now. The Clone Wars were over, they won.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@DracoLunaris If you wanna post before I do feel free, In fact I'm anticipating it. If not lemme know and I'll just have Tavick yeet on over to the grumpy scarred man.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

So I was considering creating a Jedi Knight (assuming the other person who had an interest hasn't responded in a few days.) Would you allow my Jedi Knight to be Wookie in species? This is obviously a very rare thing in the star wars universe (an it was de-canonized fortunately... no love for the wookies haha) so I wanted to inquire if this would be allowed.

@The Abyss

Did I never reply to this? I had one all types out and everything. Throw up a sheet, see what you've got and we'll compete it against heats. Also there is a nice canon Wookie padawan thanks to Clone Wars.

One of my favourite chars actually was a Wookie Jedi that I played, right @Enalais?

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Shorter than I hoped but I got a lot going on.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

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PART ONE: ROGUE TAKEOVER

^{LIGHTNING IN A STORM}

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Snart didn’t flinch as Morris Bench came right at him as a tidal wave, stopping right on front of his face. Water sprayed into his face as he spat the question at him. “Who are you?”

Snart wiped the water from his chin with a snarl plastered across his face. “The names Captain Cold. That’s Heatwave-” Snart pointed at his compatriot over his shoulder before raising his index finger and stabbing it straight into where the man's chest should be. “-You are Hydro-man and we hear you have a score to settle with the Scarlet Speedstress.” The man formed back into a form where he looked more like an actual man instead of a massive walking puddle. “How’d you like a job?”

“I’m listening.”

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Should anyone have tried to determine what was going on out in the Badlands they would have likely become confused and disorientated. Lightning flashed as two vortices formed, crashing into one another. Rain pummelled the dried out dirt, while it was firm to begin with it started to turn to sludge. For most people it would have made the ground slippery, or even sticky. That was no problem however for Iris West. The Flash. As her feet came into contact with the ground, before they could even begin to sink they were gone again. The power of her speed flowing through her, every limb was electrified.

The wind roared, she couldn’t hear anything besides it, her heartbeat and her own breathe. The problem was that this wasn’t working, as the vortex she formed and the one[color=#6aa84f] [i]Weather Wizard [/color][/i]formed collided with one another she could feel hers begin to lose its momentum. She was faster than Mardon, far faster. This however was his playing field, and while what she was doing could have blown anyone else away all it was doing in this particular fight was prolonging it. Deciding to change tactics she turned tighter, jumping into the air using her own vortex to push her on and out. Straight through the one formed by Mardon, her fist extended in an attempt to catch him right in the jaw.

As Iris broke through his vortex however, Iris was just faced with a dense fog. The sound of the roaring wind dissipated and she swore under her breath. She had become so engrossed in what she was doing, so focused on trying to outplay Mardon at his own game that he had escaped right from underneath her. Tapping her earpiece to speak to Jay - “Jay, I’ve lost him. I’m coming in.”