The Survivor

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Zolar left Gorro's palace, loading a clip into his pistol. He had a special assignment from the Hutt and he gladly took it. While he would never admit it to Gorro, Zolar missed traveling the stars in search of dangerous bounties. But he shouldn't complain, he has a good thing going. Safety, steady pay, a place to stay. Still, there has been some nights where he yearned to leave 3030. He made his way through the streets of 3030, moving through the crowds. He took a shortcut through an alley. He would be able to cut his travel time in half. But a human stepped out from behind a trash bin, armed with a modified blaster pistol. Zolar stopped, looking at him for a moment. His helmet's sensors picked up movement behind him and as he turned, he saw two more humans step out of the buildings that towered over them. He heard the rattle of metal and looked up to see yet another human, equipped with dual blaster pistols. Zolar began to suspect what was happening. He turned back to the first human, his hand resting on his own blaster rifle. "Can I help you?" he asked menacingly, speaking galactic basic.

The first human, a dark skinned man with a military style Mohawk, chortled as he looked around at his companions.

"Look at this fellas, the cyber-monster can speak basic. I'm impressed. Say, don't you work for that fucking slug, Gorro?"

Zolar's eyes narrowed as he started to analyze the situation. He was surrounded, and if these humans were natives to 3030, they were all good with a gun. He took in his surroundings as he replied "I would advise you talk about the leader of the Scarred Cartel with a little more respect, who knows who could be listening." Zolar saw a door leading into an apartment complex to his right. If they started firing, that would be his best bet. They had a tactical advantage on him and can easily gun him down.

"Oh is that so, piss-fur? Yeah, I've seen what you freaks look like under your armor and cybernetics. We'll be doing the galaxy a favor taking you out."

Zolar's hand drifted to his belt, a smoke grenade ready to be detonated. "If you try to kill me it will be the last mistake of your miserable life." He stated plainly. The human smirked and quickly snapped his blaster rifle up, firing a shot towards him. Zolar pressed the activation button the the smoke grenade and flung it towards him, the blaster bolt colliding with it midair, engulfing the Gank in smoke. Zolar sprinted to the right, readying his blaster rifle and shoulder rammed the flimsy door, it flying open as he sprinted down the dismal hall. He heard blaster fire follow him down the hall. Zolar ducked behind a crate and set up on top of it, aiming his blaster rifle down the hall. He saw the humans sprinting down the hall. He allowed himself a sinister grin as he switched his IQA-11 to automatic and he looked down the sights. He pulled on the trigger. Red bolts flew down the hallway, the dual wielder was leading the way and immediately collapsed to the ground, the blaster exploding on his chest. The human behind him scrambled backwards, the first one falling on his legs. The human yelped and his head exploded in flame as Zolar's rifle ended another life.

By this time, the remaining three scrambled for cover in the narrow hallway. The Assassin aimed at a poor fool who didn't know what to do and pulled the trigger, sending him crashing to the floor. The last two returned fire and Zolar ducked behind the crate, blaster fire exploding over his head. Zolar peeked around the bottom of the crate, blasting a human who had gotten to confident. His body thumped to the ground. Now only the dark skinned human was left.

"H-hey man, m-maybe we can work something out, we don't have t-" he was cut off by Zolar's vengeful blaster beam exploding in his face, sending him into the wall. Dead. The Gank stood up, surveying the hallway. He heard a door open behind him and an elderly looking Rodian was staring at the scene. The Rodian looked at him and at the dead humans, then closed the door again. Zolar's comm binged with an incoming call. He slung his blaster rifle and activated his comm. "Zolar here."

"Hey Zolar, got an order from the boss. Forget about Dyno, The Pures got a guy named Correl. He needs to be eliminated." Zolar smiled and replied "Perfect timing, I was just jumped by a squad of Pures. Tell the boss he's as good as dead." He switched off the comm and made his way past the corpses of the humans, making his way out of the complex.

Warriors of Hyrule [A Fantasy Drama Odyssey]

It's done! @The Survivor

5'6" and despite her average build she has plenty of muscle and with it strength. Her hair is an dirty blond and her eyes are grey. She has a full body armor suit as shown which she wears in battle. Out side of that she often wears a simple leather chest plate, pants, and a cloak.
Name: Wylin Nordin
Age: 23
Species: Hylian
Weapons and Equipment:
Broadsword: Belonged to her father, she carries it more as a remembrance
Double sided Halberd: Her preferred weapon and family heirloom
Nordin Armor: Family specialty, lightweight but durable and insulated. Unfortunately it does cause discomfort in warm climates
Skills:
Weaponry skills: She is skilled with the heavy stuff, swords and spears especially. Daggers and other smaller blades are really not her forte, her aim is alright.
Blacksmithing/repair: While not the greatest craftsman out there she can make some repairs and knows how to care for weapons, in fact she often insists on caring for them
Wit/Banter: damn right its a skill
Flaws:
Guilt: For all the lives taken an people hurt, it is her belief that she had a choice to spare them but she was too weak to make it, she also feels responsible for the collapse of her family and their deaths.
Cynical: Wylin doesn't have much faith in morality of her self or others.
Alcoholism: A bad habit taken up to calm her mind when she can't sleep.
Bio:

Bio

For as long as anyone can remember the Nordin family has crafted weapons from their home at the base of the snow peak mountains. Beautiful weapons made of snowpeak metal, a material cold as ice and difficult to work with. As far as Hylian weapons went theirs were some of the best. Naturally, blacksmithing was the family tradition and trade, one Wylin could not say she excelled at. Her brother had once, but she was always better at using and caring for the weapons. It came naturally to her, the strength that she needed to lift such heavy weapons didn't. Not to say Wylin was weak, considering her age and size she was strong but not strong enough, not for a while. With age came greater strength, augmented by her training, the Nordin's would find her able to use the family weapons at a much younger age than expected. She showed skill with war hammers and in sword play but her true gift was in spears. As such it was to no one's surprise when she claimed an old family heirloom, a double sided halberd, as her own. It wouldn't be long until her family couldn't keep up with her progress. From that point on much of her training would come from visiting warriors in the business for a Nordin weapon. It was in that early part of her life that Wylin dreamed of becoming a knight of Hyrule, protecting people and stopping evil. She had drive and determination then, hope and optimism too.

That would all change in the short span of a few days.

Wylin assumes it happened in the middle of the night during the summer of her 15th year, based on speculation as she was not there at the time. Restless, Wylin had set off to a secluded clearing where she frequently trained and blew off steam away from her family and the house. Hours passed, she lost track of time and was startled to see the sun begin to rise. Wylin headed home expecting a lecture, she found something much more horrifying. The house was a pile of smoking rubble, every thing was gone except for the armor and halberd she had with her and her father's sword. He took it to the grave with him, protecting his family, like she should have been. That morning she buried her family. For a short time she refused to move or help herself, at the time she had wanted to die but life had something else in store for her

Two days after the attack a traveler looking for the Nordin family found her, the man was no saint and its likely he would have let her die if he hadn't thought she could tell him where her family's weapons had gone. As soon as she was well enough to talk the man interrogated her, when she revealed she had nothing for him but what was left he took her father's sword and was going to leave her to die but he stopped and did the only act of kindness she had ever witnessed from him. He asked her if she was any good at fighting, she told him she was the best in her family. Skeptical, he then asked her why she had been unable to protect her family. She hadn't been there and told him as much. After a moment he told her she was now his apprentice and if she was lying about her skill or disobeyed him that she was going to wish she had died with the rest of her family. That was the only promise she ever trusted him to keep.

This man, her new 'mentor', was mercenary and not the good kind. Morality meant nothing to him, neither did lives. He was driven by only one thing, money. To that extent he was trustworthy, he would always get the job done. No extraneous questions or going back on deals. Even though she hated him Wylin learned a thing or two from him about people and how to stay alive in a business as violent as theirs. The jobs they took were never clean, only dirty jobs paid enough to be worth taking. Sometimes they took jobs for bandits, infiltrating towns and weakening them. Sometimes they took jobs for corrupt mayors, taking care of families who refused to pay ridiculous taxes. Sometimes their targets wouldn't even fight back, that was when her mentor had her do the dirty work for him. He was a terrible man but whatever scrap of a conscious he had was bothered by killing defenseless beings. Wylin had no choice to follow, the few times she dissented all ended horribly. This lasted for three years and would have gone on longer if not for a fateful injury. A job had gone south and her mentor had taken an arrow to the side. He was unable to continue fighting, he ordered her to finish the job but her chance had arrived. He sensed her anger and tried to plead with her, he had saved her life after all. For that she was grateful, his death was a quick one.

Though she was free she was lost, with out a purpose she disappeared from all civilization for a few months. Wylin would return, stronger and with the determination to balance at least some of the the evil she had done with good. She could never be a knight but she could help people. She took only clean jobs and refused any payment besides the bare minimum for necessities. Wylin may never forgive herself but its likely she'll die trying.

Her family died 8 years ago, she killed her 'mentor' 5 years ago and now the land she once terrorized calls her to save them, the situation must have been worse than she thought.

@Sapphire

Accepted. Put her in the Character tab and feel free to post in the IC.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

As far as I can tell I've been both autohit and generally powergame'd/puppetmastered by @The Survivor, who both automatically beat Khan up and dictated all of Khan's reactions to his presence and actions without consulting me or giving me a chance to react. Just to clarify that that's what just happened.

@Dblade26

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I would recommend either speaking to Fallen or Ellri, or alternatively going from the moment he goes to hit you work on a response.

I was actually going to have in my post at Lunch have Koren walk in and catch you with the Force if that is reasonable, unless you are gonna post before then.

@Sep

@The Survivor

Alright, I'm going to have to ask you to alter your Post immediately or your PC is at risk of being kill off and you will be asked to leave the rp. Currently you've done 2 big No-Nos in Aftermath, which there aren't many I might add.

1: You've auto hit a PC. This is basically denying them the chance to react or defend themselves, despite the power level, in any way. AUTO HITS in any way or form are forbidden unless okayed by the target's player.

2: You've puppet a PC. Again, this is not allowed. All reactions from PCS are their own because you don't played them or are they owned by you, hence you don't know how the Player's character will react correctly. This ruins the fun for the person in the end and I find this very, very disappointing.

The Player has notified me and confirmed you HAVE NOT consulted or contacted him in pms, OoC or any other way about your acts. So he HAVE NOT okayed your ACTS in the post.

@Fallenreaper

You're all totally right, my apologies. I will edit my post.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 16:50-17:10 GST|~
~|Corr, Prison Level|~

Corr walked down the hallway, flanked by two Sith Troopers. His cloak swished with the force of speed coming from Corr's powerful walk. He reached the turbolift and briskly turned around inside, the troopers following him in. He had seen on the surveillance footage that one of the younger human prisoners was injured. Corr doubted Nyiss would allow the prisoner to die, but in case she did, he wanted to extract some information from him. One of the troopers hit the up button and the turbolift erupted to life, ascending. Corr linked his hands behind his back as they ascended. The prisoner was wounded so he would have to use passive force abilities to extract what he can. One of the Sith troopers was a medic and should be able to keep the boy alive long enough for Corr to get any useful data.

The turbolift stopped on the prison level and Corr briskly walked out with the troopers following behind. He stopped at the door that leads to the complex and lazily flicked his wrist. The door opened and he stepped inside. The prisoners were likely asleep, no need to alert them to their comrade being taken. He silently motioned to his troopers, they knew to search for him in the dark complex. After a minute or two, Corr heard the trooper address the wounded Jedi. "Hey, get up and follow me." Corr looked around as he waited for his troopers to retrieve the Jedi. Rather dismal, but better than the prison on Korriban. He wondered how long they would keep the Jedi. Corr figured that Nyiss would want to convert as many as them as possible. But he almost felt sorry for those who couldn't be turned.

Warriors of Hyrule [A Fantasy Drama Odyssey]

@Zeroth I really like Seeker.

Warriors of Hyrule [A Fantasy Drama Odyssey]

The group of warriors, soldiers, and mercenaries knelt down before Queen Zelda in Hyrule Castle's vast throne room. They were a mixture of Hylian, Gerudo, and a strange silver haired race. Queen Zelda rose from her throne, her personal knights following her on each side. She was 58 years this year, her gray hair braided under her crown. Her once gentle and regal features were now wrinkled and lined, though there was still a certain regal beauty about her. "Rise." she commanded and the group rose to their feet. "You have been called here today to investigate a threat to Hyrule. Many magic-sensitive beings throughout the land sense a disturbance. You are among the best in the kingdom. Your mission is to find this threat and assess it and, if necessary, eliminate it." The Queen paced in front of the line of fighters. "You will go to the Zora's Domain and find the Zora Shaman Lamu. She will be able to tell you where you can start your investigation." The Queen's eyes rested on Lydia, but only for a moment, as she turned around and walked back to her throne. She gracefully sat down and looked down on them. "I trust you can handle this. You may leave."

As the others were leaving, Lydia Ordon got to her feet, her blue eyes narrowing on Queen Zelda. She marched towards The Queen and the Royal Guard quickly stepped forward, drawing their swords. "It is fine, let her through." The Queen said, and the sheathed their swords, briskly stepping back. Lydia continued forward, contempt in her eyes. "Your highness." she said bitterly. Zelda allowed herself a smile and she said "You look so much like your father." Lydia clenched her fists and asked between gritted teeth, "Speaking of which, Where the hell is he?" Queen Zelda blinked, no doubt used to people being more polite than that. Nevertheless, she replied "I am sure I don't know, m'dear." Lydia growled and continued "After my mother died-" Lydia's glare glowed brighter with hate "He left, he told me he didn't know when he would come back. If anyone knows where he is, it's you, so if you're holding out on me-" Zelda quickly interrupted "You'll do what, dear? I've already told you I don't know where he is. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, after all he's done for this kingdom." Lydia glared at her again and growled, walking off.

Lydia walked out to the stables, where the others were gathered. "Alright crew, we have our orders. Let's go find this shaman." Lydia shouted, mounting her pre-prepared horse, it equipped with food, supplies and equipment. She had to take a second to admire the castle servants' handiwork. They knew what they were doing. She spurred her horse towards the exit of the stables, stopping to wait for the others.