Sep

No Wraith allowed

>Wake up
>Fucked Phone
>Head to Mays
>Sulk.jpg
>Oh shit May is home.
>Fins

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Harry and Pete at the Foundation

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

And now... Things can calm down

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Its not what you think

Don't judge me

I couldn't help myself

Don't hate me

Yo you're still going?

Very well then.

Rae Kilian

Senior lieutenant Kilian

| {Full Name} |

Rae Kilian

| {Age} |

23

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Rae is a 5'5 caucasian woman. She is incredibly pale, because she spends very little time on planet, spending most of her time in space and in uniform. With her helmet off the main distinction she has over other people is her bright red hair.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Flight Suit: Rae like all Imperial Pilots is assigned a flight suit. The suit has inbuilt life support meaning if she ends up EVA she doesn't risk death.
• EC-17 Holdout Blaster: Single blaster pistol, just incase.
• TIE/interceptor: A Tie Interceptor painted with the yellow stripe off the 287th Fighter Wing.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Physicality: She's no master athlete but he is physically in good shape. She has to be in order to pilot in the way he does, event inertia dampeners only have so much effect in a dogfight.
• Fighter Ace: She joined the Fighter Corp at as young an age as possible. In order to live up to her family name, and prove that her family name isn't the only reason she gained the position. She has pushed herself to becoming one of the best.
• Survivalist Training: Like all fighter pilots within the Imperial Navy Rae is trained to be able to survive shot down behind enemy lines, and live long enough to be rescued and recovered.
• Mechanic: As above. All Imperial Pilots are required to have at least a basic understanding of their craft and how to operate/repair them. It's not something she's naturally gifted at, but its something she's spent time to get good at.
• Tactician: A combination of training and a willing mind allows her to react quickly to evolving situations and maxise her efforts to try and guarantee success.

| {Limitations} |

• Surname: Raes grandfather served in the Clone Wars as an Admiral for the Republic Navy. Her father served, and still currently serves in the military as an Intelligence Officer. Both Admiral Kilian (ret) and Colonel Kilian are respected and known names within the Empire. While Rae received no special favor, good luck convincing some of her peers of that.
• Origin: Not an issue with some, but her family origins in Corellia cause some hardliners within the Empire to have issues. It is largely just political wrangling.
• Target Blindness: Like many pilots, once she has locked in on an idea/target then that is all she can concentrate on. A pilots greatest folly.
• Callous/Gruff: She's a great pilot, and even has skill as a flight lieutenant, however she's closed off and cold to everyone around her. Walls she's had to put up in order to protect herself.

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| {Personality} |

Rae has your typical pilot Type-A personality. She has remarkable self-control and is disciplined in her actions. Every step she takes is designed to help her toward her goals. The issue being here is that she is also naturally very competitive, almost to a fault. She hones in on her target and can't let it go, fighting to get a solution even in no-win situations.

With her family being in the positions they are she's also had to learn to be hardened to the outside world. She feels a desire and a need to prove herself in her service, she needs to distinguish herself. She is her own woman, she isn't in the Fighter Corps because of her Father or Grandfather. She is there on her own merit.

| {Place of Origin} |

Yaga Minor

| {Background} |

Rae was born on the shipyards of Yaga Minor before the fall of the Galactic Republic. She doesn't remember much of her formative years. She remembers that there was chaos and change. Her Grandfather was tasked with the defense of Yaga Minor as the Separatists Continued their advances in the Galactic North. When Admiral Jira Renkar took Ord Mantell and formed the Imperium, Admiral Kilian and the people of Yaga Minor swore their fealty to the fledgling empire. Rae doesn't remember much about these times, being the fact she was a toddler.

As she grew older her father and grandfather weren't around much. Her Grandfather, Shoan Kilian, helped keep the shipyards running and spent many days on Ord Mantell helping secure and create the Imperial Navy. Her Father meanwhile was often off on assignment in what would become the Imperial Security Bureau.

School was a changing time, as curriculums changed. Even in its fledgling state the Empire created a strong sense of duty. The peaces signed by the other nations were seen as a betrayal to all that had been lost during the days of the Galactic Republic. Duty and the ability to serve were the highest honors someone could achieve. This was drilled into Rae from a young age not just at school, but at home. Her Grandfather told her tales of the Clone Wars, tales that were far bloodier than anything her father as an intelligence officer could tell her.

She was twelve when the Battle of Ilum against the Great Enemy. She was never told by her Father or Grandfather who or what the great enemy was, but she saw her duty and her place. Already having a need for speed, and a keen eye as soon as she could enlist in the Imperial Starfighter Corps. She did. She excelled at every avenue and hurdle that she came across. Tested to see if she was Force Sensitive, she rose quickly in the ranks.

Some questioned it, feeling her last name was the reason she managed to advance in the way she did. Clearing the Flight Academy on Ord Cantell as an Ensign she was assigned to the Carrier Allegiant and deployed on the frontier against the Confederacy. In her first engagement, she managed to take out two vultures before attacking a third that was making a run on the carrier. Her attack succeeded however she ended up EVA. Gaining a cross for her achievement she was granted the rank of Lieutenant.

Continuing in their war against the CIS, she quite often turned down leave. Feeling the need to prove her worth. The exception to this was when her Grandfather died. It momentarily shattered her resolve. While she loved her father, he had been absent for much of her teenage years. Meanwhile, her Grandfather having been re-assigned to an administrative post had been a big part of her journey into service. Returning to service she had a new sense of conviction to see the Separatists routed. Gaining an unprecedented second promotion within her early years of service to Senior Lieutenant she was re-assigned to the the Endurance and assigned a yellow-striped TIE/Interceptor.

She isn't sure where she's headed yet, she hasn't been told. Rae just knows whatever is happening now is big, and no doubt she'll make her grandfather proud.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

This had no right to go as hard as it did.

No Wraith allowed

Peter groaned as he pushed himself off the floor of the sewer, spitting fruitlessly into his mask. The stench brought bile to the back of his throat. Swallowing it back down, he forced himself to his feet. The world spinning and stumbling. He put an arm out and caught himself before falling over, a sliver of pain as his shoulder cracked into the concrete wall. His vision flickered, and as he forced himself to stand tall, it slowly returned. Where was-

Snapping back to look behind him, the world twisted threateningly, his equilibrium disturbed. Had his eyes been functioning properly, he was sure they would have widened when he saw that where the Connors had been previously, there was just a dried-up tail and sections of skin. Cut and damaged skin hanging from the remaining webbing. Cursing himself under his breath, as sensation returned to his body. The sensation largely being pain. Peter turned back to face deeper into the sewers as he limped painfully towards the light. Certain that the light wasn't at the end of the metaphorical tunnel but the literal. Limping down the line, resting his hand against the wall, using it to help as his balance started to return to normal. His nausea fading and the pain was becoming more a dull ache.

The lab, for it was very clearly a lab, shone into life as he crossed the freshhold. Peter winced and rushed to cover his eyes, the sudden snap of brightness causing his stomach to flip. This time he couldn't hold it, turning away he pulled his mask up. Doubled over, and brought up what little contents of his stomach he had. Spitting, he pulled the mask back over his face. Trying his best not to breathe through his nose. Surveying his surroundings through squinted eyes, though they slowly adjusted to the sterile lighting from up above.

Claw marks of varying sizes tore through concrete, paper and desks. Broken vials and tumblers clinked and crunched underneath his (thankfully reinforced) feet. Had this been Connors lab, and if it had been, was it before or after his transformation? Maybe a little bit of both. He flicked through various papers, equations, and notes scribbled in varying degrees of legibility. Peter pocketed some: Referencing Vita-rays, Decay rate algorithms, Gamma Energy, Doctor Erskine, Animal-Human Cross-Species Genetics. He could have searched through this lab for the next ten years, and likely only understand about half of everything he saw.

Something told him, however, that this was going to be his one chance to take a look around. Noticing the computer, he walked over to it, jabbing the power button it came to life. The screen flickered, cracked and broken. Colours coalesced in random splodges, navigating the mouse as best he could through the damage he clicked open a video file. To his amazement, it opened. You really need to tighten your cyber-security Doc.

His stomach dropped, his hair went on end and a sense of dread overtook him. The sense twisted and turned, and became something else. Something different. There was a warmth there.

Familiarity.

Familiarity? That didn't make sense. He had known of Connors, out there in the world. Renowned scientist, but he hadn't known him. Not personally, and while they had likely crossed paths at OsCorp they had never interacted. Static broke Peter from his reverie as the speakers crackled to life.

"I finally did it- .. / - --- --- -.- / - .... . / ... . .-. ..- -- / .- -. -.broke free of the menagerie, couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't--... . / .--. .- .-. - / --- ..-. / - .... . / - --- .-. - ..- .-. . / .- -. -.. / - .... . / . -..- .--. . .-. .. -- . -. - ... .-.-.- / .- .-.. .-.. / .. -. / - .... . / -. .- -- . / --- ..-. / ... -.-. .. . -. -.-. . .-.-.- I'm not the only one- .... .-. . .others escaped. Including Peter Parker- -... ..- - / - .... . / ... . .-. ..- -- / .-- .. - .... .. -. / -- . / .. ... / ..- -. ... - .- -... .-.. . --..-- / .- -. -.. / .-- .. - .... --- ..- - / -- . / - .... . / -.-. --- .--. .. . ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / ... - .- .-. - / - --- / -.. . - . .-. .. --- .-. .- - . / .- -. -.. / -.. .. . .-.-.- / .. - .----. ...unstable, need to find cure-.. / -.-. .- -. .----. - / --. --- / - --- / .- -. -.-- --- -. . / ..-. --- .-. / .... . .-.. .--. --..-- / .. ..-. / .. / -.-. .- -. / --- -. .-.. -.-- / ..-. .. -. -.. / - .... . / --- .-. .. --. .. -. .- .-.. ,find Parker, I've seen-... .--. .. -.. . .-. -....- -- .- -. / .- .-.. .-.. / --- ...- . .-. / - .... . / -. . .-- ...might be the only one to help me-.. ..-. / .. - / .. ... / - .... . / .-. . .- .-.. / .--. . - . .-. --..-- / -... ..- - / .. / .... .- ...- . / -. --- / -.-. .... --- .. -.-. . they're looking for me. I won't go back."

BANG

Peter jumped as the noise echoed down the sewer and into the lab, swearing at himself for not having more time, he stuck his fist into the computer. Pulling out its hard drive. Hoping that whatever information was on it wouldn't be corrupted beyond recognition. Looking up he saw a vent, with a quick thwip and pull he shot up, leaving the lab abandoned. Looking back one last time.

The Menagerie. Was that where he came from? Was that where answers lay? Others? If there were more like him, where were they?

---

"You okay there Pete?" Harry rushed over, ready to grab Pete from underneath his armpits to help him back to his feet, though as he got close he stopped as Pete waved his hand dismissively.

"Fine." He didn't sound fine. He sounded pissed off, which wasn't an emotion Harry had believed Pete to possess until the last two months. It made sense, the foundation was still relatively new, and as of yet they had come under threat by super-powered entities on at least two occasions. Their insurance preiums were through the roof, and if his father hadn't been bankrolling the foundation, it would have sunk long ago. A fact he never bothered to bother Pete about, Pete didn't really care for such trivial matters as money. Family, family was what meant the most to Pete. "I'd feel a lot better if we could figure out the refresh rate on the new shielding design. At least we wouldn't have to worry about the foundation for what, fifteen minutes?"

Harry chuckled. "I reckon we could do atleast twenty minutes without a crisis if we put our minds too it."

"-and you used to say I was annoyingly optimistic."

"You sure you didn't hit your head on the way down, you don't seem like yourself-"

If only you knew the half of it Harry, for you see out there a man is running around with an identical face. He has superpowers however, and decides to run around wearing Spandex. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit rattled is all, these giants came out of nowhere. They've finally managed to put out the fire in the east wing, which thankfully isn't the highly flammable and explosive wing. We tend to keep that stuff in the west wing." He through a smile at his best friend. Carefully picking up the box he had been carrying, lifting it to inspect the bottom, when he felt a dampness creep into his hands. Cursing under his breath. There went the most recent blood, hair and stool samples between him and his doppleganger. He supposed trying to identify the original, which was him, was going to have to wait for another day.

He tossed the box in a nearby trash-bin, Harry pulling himself away from his own tidying up to look over and see Pete working his way very carefully through the debris. Harry had no doubt that there would be a proper way to tidy up after a fire-troll attack, and that Pete's plan was no doubt already in motion. After all, he was the smartest man that Harry knew, his best friend and his mentor.

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Norman Osborne sat looking out at the city as it lay before him. Few buildings in the city were as tall as his, and even fewer were as impressive. Stark had his fancy facilities, and the Luthors had their gleaming tower in Metropolis. New York however. New York belonged to OsCorp. Lex and Tony were both brilliant inventors, and on occasion, they were even good business moguls. Yet Norman had one thing he always liked to bring up with them on the rare occasion that he was forced to spend any amount of time with either of them.

Norman's own father had been a failure. An abuser, a drunkard, a murderer. The piece of filth had died without a nickel to his name, with no inheritance to speak of. The Police had always suspected foul play, but he had been smarter than that. He always planned two steps ahead. Meanwhile, Lex and Tony had everything handed to them, while Norman had been handed beatings and told how useless he was. How he'd never amount to anything, would never be a real man. The two golden boys were being handed everything they could ever want. Howard Stark had died, and Tony even had a replacement in Obadiah Stane. Obadiah had been a good man, albeit a bit too power-hungry for his own good. His death was seen as a loss to the military, with Tony Stark's new friendlier approach.

Norman saw it as a gift. Without Starks incessant interference OsCorp quickly rose to one of the main contenders for military contracts. Those who couldn't be swayed often found themselves i]removed[/i] from the board. Turning to face his desk, videos of the so-called Spider-Man played across his screen. Such a waste of gifts given. Millions of sequestered dollars, roaming the streets of New York fighting petty crime, and yet those in the Menagerie told him it was a Good thing. A real world stress test, to see if he would bend or break.

He would tolerate it.

For now.

Instead, for today, as he twirled the invitation to the Frost Industries gala between his fingers, he had a new target. Kord was dead, his empire in disarray and Norman knew that Kord had had an item of some importance in his possession. While he had been unable to convince Kord to part with it, he knew that Victoria Kord was in town and she would have the information he needed. Norman no longer had control of the Spider, but he still had other assets at his disposal. Pressing a button underneath his desk there was a loud buzz in the room, as it locked down and shut down all external connections beyond this one line.

"Yes? Mister Green." Came the chilled reply, as a smile curled upon Normans lips.

"Ready the Vulture. I have need of him."

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Eilidh: LUCKY CHARM!

*security bots all stop*

Renegades: How'd you know how to do that?

Eilidh panicking: I uhhh... I was hungry for cereal. Yes, cereal!

@King Kindred

Eilidh: I knew all along! I just uh, didn't wanna ruin it for everyone.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector

The air was stale and heavy. There was a distinct aroma of death and rot in the air. Walking through what appeared to be some kind of reception area, a rusted and broken-down droid sat behind the desk. Its eyes attempted to flicker to life as Rorwoorr walked past, there was a faint clicking noise and a whirr as whatever power systems the droid had failed to restart the antique droid. The light was orange and dirty, coming in through stained and dirtied glass. There was an occasional patch of true sunlight where a window, or even a wall or roof had been broken down by the ravages of time or ill-tempered youth. Plant life started to creep in through the halls.

He crouched down and touched one of the roots. They all appeared to be part of the same network of life, however, something about it felt off. Tainted and sick at the source, which just happened to be in the direction he was currently headed. Perhaps it is this life that has called to me. He gripped his staff as he felt a presence ahead. He could feel the plants sickly presence, but there was someone else as well. Someone who was using the plant to call to him, mask their own presence in the Force. Grasping his staff more firmly Rorwoor continued with more caution, using all his senses to attempt to figure out who the mysterious figure was.

Rorwoorrs mind outstretched, he pushed and pulled at the mysterious individual's mind. Though they had strong defenses. Walking into the central room of the building, he stopped and faltered for a moment.

Before him stood a Zabrak, dressed in dark robes with armoured vambraces. A silver and black lightsaber was clipped to his belt. Rorwoorr instantly recognized him even before he stepped into the light as his former apprentice. Ishtil.

The Wookiee loosened the grip he had on his lightsaber, though did not drop his guard entirely. [Ishtil. It is good to see you.]

"And you, Master." The Zabrak bowed his head slightly and used the term master. While many of the subtleties of Galactic Basic were lost on him, Rorwoorr would place good credits on the fact that there was no actual respect used in the honorific.

[What has brought you to Mandalore?] Keeping his mind open, and his senses primed, Rorwoorr walked over and crouched next to the plant in the middle of the room. He placed his hand upon it and connected with it. He could feel its pain and suffering. He concentrated on the Force, on the individual cells within the planet. His mind reached out, acting akin to antibodies within the plant. Targeting the sickness, rooting it out.

"Oh, just taking in Founding day. Same as you and everyone else. I'm part of an official delegation." Pulling back on his focus the Wookiee nodded.

[You have done well for yourself.]

As the plant thanked him, Rorwoorr stood and diverted all his attention to the Zabrak that stood before him. There had been a time, much like with Rorwoorr and Kaura now, where the two of them had been in perfect sync. There would have been no way possible for him to even appear in system without Rorwoorr being aware. For a time, after Knightfall, this connection had remained strong. He would get vague feelings and impressions of conflict and chaos through the Force as his former Padawan engaged with the CIS on behalf of what would become the Empire.

Then one day, with no pain. No sense of fear or doubt. That connection was gone. [You are the reason I am here?]

The Zabrak walked around the room, like a predator eyeing prey. "I felt that it would be good for us to have a catch-up. Since I missed you on Brath Qella."

Rorwoorr raised an eyebrow. [There was a crisis that demanded aide, I felt that the Empire would not mind-]

"No. You misunderstand, the Empire would never turn down aid for our citizens, especially not from allies." Ishtil touched the plant that Rorwoorr had just healed, the Wookiee felt a jolt of familiarity before they both withdrew their hands. "I came to ask why you waste your time, and your talents."

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

@spicykvnt I forgot to put the mention on before I posted it, but Conor (mentally) communicates with Eilidh.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Present Day:

^{Interacting with: Eilidh @spicykvnt}

The shadows lanced out, his ring vibrated, and sent a chill through his body warning him of danger ahead. He merely smiled. While he had originally planned for this to be a stealthy operation things had went the way they typically did whenever the renegades were involved. Still, there was something waiting for him on the top levels of the tower. Where Conor was going was far riskier. The residential level. His quarters were relatively close to the lift. The issue was going to be getting in without anyone hearing him. Pulling the doors open just enough for him to get through he slipped down the hallway.

If anyone happened to notice, they would notice the shadows in the hall bulge as he made his way down towards his room. He thought he saw the door of the living area open and without a second hesitation he slapped his hand on his door. It allowed him entry and he slammed it behind him. Cursing quietly, hoping that whoever had opened the door hadn't seen that. Not that it would matter for a time. Hands running over his door the room sealed itself, sealing him in. It would take an excessive amount of force to break through the wards. Wards that he should in hindsight used at his main library. Though in all likelihood Constantine would have lucked his way through disabling them, and never turned them back on again leading to the exact same result.

Conor sighed. There was part of his heart that still viewed this as home. It was exactly the same, albeit with a thin layer of dust that covered everything. He looked over to the small seating area. He had read to Eilidh stories of wisps, fae and kelpies there. While CeCe sat in her own chair reading books of equal age, but more whimsical and fantastical.

At the desk, he had researched many things. He had tried to get an understanding of Varos magic. There was a small target against a far wall, still burned and signed from where him and Selene had practiced their magical strikes in friendly competition to see what school of magic was better.

Not that they ever got an answer. Walking over to the desk he ran a hand over a still open book on the Mayan gods, smiling sadly. Gabi had so much power, and yet so much she had to learn. So much he owed her to discover, and like the rest of them, he had abandoned them with no explanation.

Sighing he took off the ring and felt the warmth return to his body, placing it on the desk. He closed his eyes and concentrated, clearing his mind as best he could in a technique he and Eilidh had developed.

He cast his mind out. "Don't panic Eilidh. I am in tower. To get defenses to stand down say aloud - 'Lucky Charm'-" Julian always liked to think he was funny. "-Please keep my secret."

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

This. But Ki-Ai Mundi.