Sep

What do you want out of the PW?

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Apologies if I implied it should be mandatory, I'm not near naïve enough to believe that any GM would enforce that. As you said, it's a very good practice that should be encouraged especially towards making this world feel persistent and player contribution valued. Nothing keeps a player committed quite as much as validation that their posts matter.

@Lord Wraith

I agree, especially if down the line someone wants to be like, a Senator and there was a subplot of senators going around blackmailing eachother or something.

What do you want out of the PW?

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Previously in this thread there have been discussions for major events to be logged and a sort of summarized history created and tracked. That said, I stand by my previous statement in that players should invest the time into reading old posts and threads if they want to get the most out of the game.

Look at it this way, you can jump right into an ongoing television series and after a bit you'll start to find your way around but there will still be a lot of continuity lost on you. Most people would binge the previous seasons to get caught up and I do believe that should be the case when joining an ongoing roleplay especially one larger in size where player actions will make up the majority of the world's shape.

@Lord Wraith

I don't think it should be mandatory but then I agree that it should be encouraged as good practice. Especially for players wanting to make more influential characters.

What do you want out of the PW?

There is also no reason to limit force users, as a single WW1 era conventional weapon can slaughter legions of Jedi and Sith up to and including Vader levels of power. And this weapon type would have great issues with droids, giving a great power triangle if PvP is ever a factor.

@Archmage MC

Untrue. Slug throwers are deadly against Jedi as they aren't used to fighting kinetic weaponry, and their go to response to being shot at is to block with a lightsaber. As @Ellri will tell you that isn't the best thing to do.

Bullets are physical items that can be caught with the Force. In terms of tech level it's The Old Republic, so things from around the period of 3647BBY

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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.