Sep

What do you want out of the PW?

I want to be able to explore being my character in the World without having to be a major player central to the plot. While I've been known to enjoy the Star Wars RP I'm looking forward to playing a minor role in the background. Either some kind of SpaceCop or businessman.

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Tyrell jumped over a fallen security guard. He had to be no older than fifteen, only a kid. The madness that enveloped scum when they were presented with danger never ceased to amaze him. Not that Tyrell had any high ground to stand on. These past years he had been pretty much the same thing. He turned the corner to see a gang of security guards running towards him. Moving to the side he was planning to ignore them, they were going about their business doing there own thing.

As an arm moved out to block his path he ducked below it, jabbing two fingers into the side of the beings rib cage sending him to the ground. As the opponent now behind him reached down, Tyrell pushed up against their hands. Swerving as he stood up, right fist directly into the beings jaw. Left hand moving down to his holster, drawing his pistol. Three quick shots all at stomach level left three incapacitated bad guys. Tyrell wasn't entirely sure what the hell was going on in this place, but someone had done something to piss off security. Either that or the station had a 'If we're going down you're coming with us' policy. He wasn't entirely willing to stick around to find out which of these two scenarios it was, especially now he was as close to the hangar as he was.

Rounding a corridor he saw quite a scene before him. Security guards closing in on Ordo, rayshield at the end of the hall cutting him off from his ship and a group of people between him and the rayshield. Obviously the person to piss off the stations higher ups was probably none other than Ordo, it was the only reason that explained the rayshield for his ship being put up. As Tyrell saw Elias preparing to get into a scuffle he half waved, glad for the impartiality of the Mandalorian helmet. If Elias was surprised, his facial expression wouldn't give it away. Then he grabbed a concussion grenade from his belt, and rolled it into the middle of the security forces.

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

The visors for her helmet were blacked out as Mevenn allowed the Force to flow through her limbs. Double vision. Blaster bolt coming to her right shoulder, followed by one to her stomach. She swung her blade around blocking both bolts with a single movement of the blade, the training bolts being absorbed by her lightsaber rather than bounced back against anything. Surrounded by friends, the feeling of victory on her mind. Double Vision. A bolt coming for her left leg, followed by one to her right and then followed with one aimed at her head. She spun the blade down low, in a sweeping arc clockwise, before pulling it counter clockwise to protect her left leg. Friends, brothers. Raised their weapons and fired.

Mevenn gasped as a bolt collided with her helmet, sending her reeling backwards. Off balance and out of focus. Fear surged through her as she lashed out with the Force on the remote. Subsequently the remote exploded in a fiery ball of heat and plasma, the sound echoing throughout the ship as the room was charred from the flames. She pulled her helmet off gasping for air, turmoil crashing through her head as she relived the moment the Clones turned their weapon on her. Not aware as a couple of astromech droids came wheeling into the room to deal with the source of the flames, searching for the damage that had caused the explosion. She was numb to their probing beeping and whistles. How did she do it? How did it get to the point where she had to kill her brothers in arms? Surely there had been another way. She could have cast the grenade away, pinned them to the ground and tried to reason with them. This wasn't the way that it was supposed to be. If the war was over this wasn't fair, she shouldn't be here without them.

Why her? Why Kresst? They made it out alive, was it simply because they were Jedi? Tears welled in her eyes, Mevenn tried to control the fear and the pain that grew within her but the more she tried to control her emotions the more a rage grew within her and so the tears fell. Grasping her knees she sat hunched on the floor, sobbing into her knees as the droids continued their business. The ship rocking through hyperspace. Taking them home.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

My laptop's dead Jim so no post till end of week when my new one arrives

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Posting tonight

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Okay everyone, new year is here, and it's time to get this candle lit.

2-week post deadline is back and active. I'm planning on having a post up tomorrow, and I hope all of you join me.

@HenryJonesJr

So when does our unofficial haitus end? Two weeks from you posting this. Asking for a friend.

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Tyrell ran down the corridor, his gear flung lazily into a sling bag as he barged past people. His coat trail flapped behind him, slapping others as he ran past them. There were screams of objection and panic as he ran down the corridors, signs of looting and pillaging already evident. People taking advantage of the chaos, beings flung themselves ontop of eachother in fits of rage, passion, or both. The ones who didn't expect to make it out of this alive giving into whatever desires they had at the moment. He elbowed his way past a couple of beings that decided to block a corridor, tapping relentlessly on his wrist comm shouting at his droids. "Complete inventory of all ships currently still docked. Prioritise those who owe me a favour and I'm willing to work with." The droids beeped their objection. "I know you don't have a lot of time just do it."

Left hand slipping to his holster he flicked his blaster out and shot a security guard in the leg that had started to raise his weapon in his direction. The corridors continued to get more and more crowded the closer to the hangars that they got. It wasn't surprising, everything was starting to go askew. Everyone wanted off the ship, especially with the Imperial boarding vessels that he occasionally got the glimpse of out of the window. Eventually a hologram appeared beside his head. Elias Ordo. Ofcourse it was Ordo, out of all the people still on the ship who owed him a favour it had to be Ordo. He was never going to live this down, but desparate times called for desparate measures. "Let Ordo know I'm coming to collect, right now. Also that I'm coming in hot."

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

"I don't know what to believe Sir." The voice all clones shared, even without the filters in the helmet came out of his helmet. "I can't believe what Mevenn said about my brothers, about-" He looked at Mevenn and she had to look away from him. "-what our comrades did. I believe her though, in fact if you'd permit it sir I'd like to view her helmets footage. To see if they said anything, if so what and more specifically how they acted in the situation. Other than that Sir, what happens next is up to you. You're the General."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I'll be posting in a couple of days, should work not murder me violently in a bloody mess.

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Tyrell was tossing the room looking for what he needed. Two droids buzzed and beeped at him impatiently trying to give him his cue to leave. He waved them silent as the first hit to the station shook it. Shields holding, but they wouldn't hold for long. The Imperial Star Destroyers were the most powerful space faring vessels in recent history. Had KDY and the Republic Developed them sooner likely the Clone Wars would have been resolved much faster. He swore under his breath as he felt the object he had been playing with earlier fall out of his back pocket, bouncing on the floor and rolling away. He almost stretched for it but refused to give into that old muscle memory. Instead he turned to the droids who were still beeping continuously. "What is it?!" His voice came out harsher than intended, but he was already stressed and they weren't helping him calm down.

A hologram appeared off Xjena. She had a grin on her face that Tyrell found unsettling, he had rarely seen her wear it. It was callous and menacing. Things that Xjena rarely portrayed, it didn't serve her purposes to scare others away. Her danger was looking in such a way that it brought people closer, lowered their guard. This was the opposite of that, he had seen her pull this face only once before and he didn't like it. "Xjena, what is it? I'll be right there, I'm just looking for one or two things."

Her face went from malice to a feigned grimace. "That's just the thing, Tyrell." That wasn't a good sign. She always referred to him as Captain. "We're already leaving. Part of me hopes you survive, you were a good Captain. Taught me a lot, and the crew. You were just holding us back, only performing Imperial raids, there's a lot of softer targets out there. Some of them more lucrative too. So this is where we part ways."

Confusion washed over Tyrell. "You've caused mutiny, aboard my ship?"

"I think you'll find its my ship."

He forgot everything and approached the hologram, wishing he could grasp onto her neck and strangle the life out of her- He took a deep breath. He had to keep a level head, level heads produced results. "Listen here. If you take my ship, I'm coming for you. I'll hunt you down and send you to Hive-1, you and anyone else who thinks they can mutiny against me."

The Twi'lek shrugged. "I take it back then. I don't hope you survive." With that, the hologram terminated. The station shaking under a barrage of fire as the lights flickered off, replaced by the red of emergency lighting.