Sorry for my inactivity of late, ran a roleplaying game irl, and it left me slightly exhausted.
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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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@Lmpkio
"This is general Leia Organa of the Home One. Permission granted to dock."
Without answering, the small shuttle approached the larger vessel. A plate of blast shielding moved aside with surprisingly fluid movements, revealing a space hangar behind a blue tinted force field. The shuttle, having been cleared to dock, was able to pass through the field without incident, entering the oxygen-filled space behind it. Large robotic arms take hold of the small ship, magnetically clamping on the exterior as it's placed in a small space. Behind it, the large armoured plating that covers the outside of the ship once more slides into place, cutting off the view of the empty space outside.
His vessel having successfully docked, Dagon released the controls and moved towards the door. While seemingly simple at first glance, the shuttle contained a number of safeguards to prevent it from being tampered with. At a specific location the wiring had been made insecure, making the entire ship completely inoperable, unless physical force was applied to it. This meant that only a force user who knew exactly where to apply the force would be able to operate the ship at all. Of course, if this little piece of wiring wasn't properly connected, the power that would otherwise be sent to the main engines would be sent through the seat instead, electrocuting whatever fool had attempted to steal the ship of a Dark Jedi. It was an ingeniously simple system, and it had kept the little ship safe for years.
Not, of course, that there was any need for such precautions aboard the Resistance Flagship. Dagon was certain they'd treat his ship with care, and stepped out of the shuttle with no expectation of encountering trouble. He would act the representative of a merchant guild, grateful for having been rescued by the resistance. He would offer economic assistance, which was well within his capabilities to grant. He would further open communications with the Resistance commanders, gather information on the heirarchy and workings of the resistance, and perhaps plant some precautionary measures. It was a low-risk endeavour, but one that might change the future face of the multiverse itself.
Easily convincing the local guards to leave his pod unsearched, he continued on his way. Even he wasn't able to hide explosives or weapons from the advanced scanning capabilities of the ship, but there were some objects within the pod he wished to remain private. And with a few kind words and a little bit of force influence, he managed to convince the guards that his pod had been searched well enough, and he'd be away in just a little bit anyway. People were like sheep, they happily followed instructions when given the right authenticity, when spoken with a bit of a reassuring tone. Really, his force powers just made it a little easier.
Walking down the halls, Dagon approached the command area of the ship. He had entered knowing little to nothing of the layout of the ship, but a few well-placed questions to the right questions and a well-spent ten minutes had rewarded him with the location of every important facility within the ship, as well as some information usually restricted to those without proper clearance. The location and function of several labs, for one, although he had no time now to investigate the Resistance's scientific endeavours. With a wave and a smile he managed to enter the premise, although he wasn't able to approach the conference hall itself. The guards here were more alert to their duties, and while perhaps he could have controlled them to open the doors, doing so would arouse suspicion and endanger his function here. Therefore he waited politely as a message was sent to Leia Organa of the Resistance that a merchant representative would like to speak to her, or some appropriate member of the Resistance, on matters of economy and alliances.
@dirty slime
Just as Set was about to embark on his newly thought-out endeavour, the advanced sensors of his ship reported the presence of a rather odd energy signature remaining within the rubble. Hoping some important artifact or weapon had been left within the remains, Set focused the ship's sensors on it, subjecting it to an advanced scan. It appeared that some kind of combat droid had been deserted here, it's advanced shields allowing it to survive the damage caused by the explosion of the planet. It was damaged, but not beyond repair. More importantly however, it's energy signature showed that it was far beyond the boundaries of a normal droid, clearly some sort of experimental superweapon that had been abandoned on the planet. It was impossible to tell which side had created it, but the scan did show that it was still operational, and would most likely still possess the capability to think.
Intrigued by this mysterious entity, Set gathered the power of the Force towards himself, channelling it into the intricate patterns required for Sith Sorcery, weaving a web of lies out of the fabric of reality itself. Thus he manifested an illusion, a projection from his own mind overlayed onto standard reality so as to fool the laws of physics itself. Seemingly, a Resistance frigate would exit hyperspace near Idalo's location, moving in a standard sweep pattern of the debris. It was a perfect illusion, possessing all of the traits of an actual ship but the energy supply and control to fire it's guns. It was also far less sturdy, and most handheld weapons would have been able to deal significant damage to it. But to all appearances it was the ship it made itself out to be, indistinguishable from reality besides by the most powerful of magic users.
Utilizing his own vessel's advanced signal manipulation capabilities, Set Harth faked a Resistance hail in the direction of Idalo, originating from the illusory ship. This entity was far too dangerous to interact with directly, so he would first probe it, testing it's allegiances and it's intelligence. Then he could choose what he would do with it, and if it could be manipulated into subservience. A weapon as dangerous as this would most certainly allow him to cause some serious damage to any side he unleashed it on.
- Dagon, Resistance Fleet -
"This is general Leia Organa of the Home One. Permission granted to dock."
Without answering, the small shuttle approached the larger vessel. A plate of blast shielding moved aside with surprisingly fluid movements, revealing a space hangar behind a blue tinted force field. The shuttle, having been cleared to dock, was able to pass through the field without incident, entering the oxygen-filled space behind it. Large robotic arms take hold of the small ship, magnetically clamping on the exterior as it's placed in a small space. Behind it, the large armoured plating that covers the outside of the ship once more slides into place, cutting off the view of the empty space outside.
His vessel having successfully docked, Dagon released the controls and moved towards the door. While seemingly simple at first glance, the shuttle contained a number of safeguards to prevent it from being tampered with. At a specific location the wiring had been made insecure, making the entire ship completely inoperable, unless physical force was applied to it. This meant that only a force user who knew exactly where to apply the force would be able to operate the ship at all. Of course, if this little piece of wiring wasn't properly connected, the power that would otherwise be sent to the main engines would be sent through the seat instead, electrocuting whatever fool had attempted to steal the ship of a Dark Jedi. It was an ingeniously simple system, and it had kept the little ship safe for years.
Not, of course, that there was any need for such precautions aboard the Resistance Flagship. Dagon was certain they'd treat his ship with care, and stepped out of the shuttle with no expectation of encountering trouble. He would act the representative of a merchant guild, grateful for having been rescued by the resistance. He would offer economic assistance, which was well within his capabilities to grant. He would further open communications with the Resistance commanders, gather information on the heirarchy and workings of the resistance, and perhaps plant some precautionary measures. It was a low-risk endeavour, but one that might change the future face of the multiverse itself.
Easily convincing the local guards to leave his pod unsearched, he continued on his way. Even he wasn't able to hide explosives or weapons from the advanced scanning capabilities of the ship, but there were some objects within the pod he wished to remain private. And with a few kind words and a little bit of force influence, he managed to convince the guards that his pod had been searched well enough, and he'd be away in just a little bit anyway. People were like sheep, they happily followed instructions when given the right authenticity, when spoken with a bit of a reassuring tone. Really, his force powers just made it a little easier.
Walking down the halls, Dagon approached the command area of the ship. He had entered knowing little to nothing of the layout of the ship, but a few well-placed questions to the right questions and a well-spent ten minutes had rewarded him with the location of every important facility within the ship, as well as some information usually restricted to those without proper clearance. The location and function of several labs, for one, although he had no time now to investigate the Resistance's scientific endeavours. With a wave and a smile he managed to enter the premise, although he wasn't able to approach the conference hall itself. The guards here were more alert to their duties, and while perhaps he could have controlled them to open the doors, doing so would arouse suspicion and endanger his function here. Therefore he waited politely as a message was sent to Leia Organa of the Resistance that a merchant representative would like to speak to her, or some appropriate member of the Resistance, on matters of economy and alliances.
@dirty slime
- Set Harth, Eldritch IV Remains -
Just as Set was about to embark on his newly thought-out endeavour, the advanced sensors of his ship reported the presence of a rather odd energy signature remaining within the rubble. Hoping some important artifact or weapon had been left within the remains, Set focused the ship's sensors on it, subjecting it to an advanced scan. It appeared that some kind of combat droid had been deserted here, it's advanced shields allowing it to survive the damage caused by the explosion of the planet. It was damaged, but not beyond repair. More importantly however, it's energy signature showed that it was far beyond the boundaries of a normal droid, clearly some sort of experimental superweapon that had been abandoned on the planet. It was impossible to tell which side had created it, but the scan did show that it was still operational, and would most likely still possess the capability to think.
Intrigued by this mysterious entity, Set gathered the power of the Force towards himself, channelling it into the intricate patterns required for Sith Sorcery, weaving a web of lies out of the fabric of reality itself. Thus he manifested an illusion, a projection from his own mind overlayed onto standard reality so as to fool the laws of physics itself. Seemingly, a Resistance frigate would exit hyperspace near Idalo's location, moving in a standard sweep pattern of the debris. It was a perfect illusion, possessing all of the traits of an actual ship but the energy supply and control to fire it's guns. It was also far less sturdy, and most handheld weapons would have been able to deal significant damage to it. But to all appearances it was the ship it made itself out to be, indistinguishable from reality besides by the most powerful of magic users.
Utilizing his own vessel's advanced signal manipulation capabilities, Set Harth faked a Resistance hail in the direction of Idalo, originating from the illusory ship. This entity was far too dangerous to interact with directly, so he would first probe it, testing it's allegiances and it's intelligence. Then he could choose what he would do with it, and if it could be manipulated into subservience. A weapon as dangerous as this would most certainly allow him to cause some serious damage to any side he unleashed it on.
@Wraithblade6
Sorry, just spent all day GMing irl. I'll try and get a post up tomorrow.
Sorry, just spent all day GMing irl. I'll try and get a post up tomorrow.
@Lmpkio
I'm currently running two characters. Set, and Dagon. I've apped a single additional character. Kisaki. You have yet to accept Kisaki.
I'm currently running two characters. Set, and Dagon. I've apped a single additional character. Kisaki. You have yet to accept Kisaki.
@Lmpkio
So.... you gonna judge mah char and reply?
So.... you gonna judge mah char and reply?
@Lmpkio
So is my char approved?
Also, assuming you're in charge of the resistance, could you reply to Dagon?
So is my char approved?
Also, assuming you're in charge of the resistance, could you reply to Dagon?
@supertinyking
Fine by me.
Fine by me.
@tex
Shame you have to leave, I hope you're able to return at some point.
Shame you have to leave, I hope you're able to return at some point.
Name: Kisaki Mao
Age: 32
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Personality:
Ruthless, but honourable in his own way. He shows no mercy to those he considers weak, but prefers not to kill a stronger opponent. He's slightly overconfident, and loves to show off his capabilities. He seizes every opportunity to improve his capabilities, considering every fight another chance to hone his skills. He's a man of action over words, and speaks only when necessary.
Bio:
Growing up in a warrior culture, Kisaki Mao was raised to see combat as an artform, and to hone his body into a perfect weapon. He was a talented warrior, and quickly proved himself among the most capable in his clan. However, once his supernatural abilities were discovered, he was declared an abomination, and sentenced to death. Unwilling to face death, Kisaki instead chose to run away from his clan, fleeing into more civilized lands. There he would grow stronger, training both his skills as a warrior and his arcane capabilities. In time, he would return to his clan, and kill the previous chieftain in combat. He declared himself the new chief, as the clan's greatest warrior. The others refused to accept him as their leader, however, so he resorted to killing all the warriors of the village.
Having no motivation to wipe out the remaining younglings and warriors-in-training, Kisaki chose to return to his wandering lifestyle. He boasted many victories, proving himself time and time again against worthy opponents. He slayed great beasts, defeated legendary warriors and earned himself a fearsome reputation. However, this was never enough to satisfy Kisaki. He wished to be acknowledged as the greatest warrior in the world, and continued to hone his abilities. In time, he would discover multiversal travel. He joined the RoC in order to test his skills against the Resistance, caring not for the differing ideologies.
Abilities:
[Energy Absorption]
Kisaki possesses the natural ability to absorb kinetic energy and store it inside of his body. He's capable of draining 80% of the Kinetic energy within a particular system, adding the absorbed energy to a constantly expanding pool. He can absorb energy from any system he touches, or which comes within 5cm (about 2 inches) of his skin. However, he also possesses a maximum. He is only able to contain approximately 100 tons of force within himself. Should he exceed this limit, he has to immediately vent the excess energy or suffer physical damage dealt directly to his body as it struggles under the strain.
[Energy Emission]
Drawing from the energy within his body, Kisaki is able to project Kinetic energy in various ways. This energy emerges in the form of kinetic energy, which is applied directly to any object he is either touching, or which is within 5 cm of his body. The maximum amount of energy he is able to project at any one time is 10 tons of force. However, emitting that much energy at once puts some level of strain on his body, and therefore he can't do so repeatedly. Usually this force is utilized in bursts to increase the power of his physical attacks, but it can also be used in more subtle manners in order to achieve various effects.
[Energy Manipulation]
Straddling the fine line between absorption and emission, manipulation allows him to directly alter kinetic energy in a system. He needs to be touching a system in order to do this, but it can be utilized to devastating effect. As with his absorption, he's only able to manipulate 80% of the kinetic energy in a system at any one time. This technique can be used to focus the force of Kisaki's punches on a small area, turning his bare hands into swords. Conversely it can be used to spread out the energy of enemy attacks, treating sharp weapons as if they were blunt and decreasing the piercing power of any physical attack that hits him. This capability also plays a part in many of his specialized techniques, increasing the precision and effect of his attacks.
Organization: RoC elite
Universe of Origin: OC
Other: I usually refrain from using OCs, but I really like this guy, and he's great as a combat-oriented character. There will be no overpowered atomic manipulation with the kineticism.
It was most unfortunate that the battle would end so soon. The Resistance had won, if it could be called a victory. An intercepted broadcast told Set of the planet's fate, and he marveled at the destructive technology these beings possessed. There were legends and tales of Sith who were able to destroy entire world with the Force, and the Emperor's new toy was supposed to be capable of the same. But despite this he had never witnessed the destruction of a planet in person. The large screens in front of him displayed the planet's image in incredible detail as the ship's automated pilotting system kept them safely out of the way of the retreating ships. Nothing but worthless fodder would be caught in the collapse itself, of course. Every important asset on both sides had been equipped with teleportation technology, which seemed remarkably common in the Multiverse.
Looking down, Set planned his next course of action. His interference here had done nothing more than speed up the inevitable, and his signal had been ignored by the RoC. Whether the signal had been distorted by the massive amount of weapons and magic being flung around, or whether it had simply been ignored, he would never know. But he would need to consider his next actions carefully. This battle had shown a mere fraction of the RoC's power, as it's military forces were spread across a hundred different universes. The Resistance was also not to be trifled with, his observation equipment had allowed him to witness some fairly spectacularly dangerous individuals down there. He needed to find the middle ground, invisible to both while profitting from their conflict.
It was while he was pondering, overlooking the slow collapse of Eldritch IV's surface, that Dagon returned from his mission. Nothing needed to be said, he knew it had been a success. He would have the devices in his hands within the hour. Set smiled, as he nodded approvingly in Dagon's direction, knowing the gesture would be next to meaningless to the ambitious youth. Dagon, like all Sith Apprentices, sought to surpass and defeat his master, taking Set's place as leader of the Harth Collective. And then some day he would take an apprentice himself, and train his own killer. Such was the cycle of the Sith, and the reason for their strength. Not that Set had any intention of keeling over, but he would spend his time playing the lethal game with Dagon.
"Dagon, I'll need you to perform another task for me." The apprentice stopped in his tracks, turning curiously towards him master. "Take a ship, and approach the Resistance mothership under the flag of truce. I wish for you to establish a connection to them. To show them our support, give them the gifts I've prepared in the hangar." There was no need to further dictate this task. Dagon was a professional, skilled in the acts of both diplomacy and assassination. Set was confident that the Resistance would accept their gifts, and he would be able to establish a connection with them. Using this, he could vastly increase his current story of information. And it was always important to befriend the main players on the field, or at the very least put up a friendly facade.
As Dagon left once more, Set considered how to deal with the Licht Gruppe. In this case, killing them was merely optional. His main goal would be to remove them from any battlefield containing the Mon Alliance. Of course, the easiest way to do this was to keep them locked away permanently somehow, but such a thing was not easy to achieve. And should his dealings be discovered, he would make an enemy of the RoC, a concept that didn't appeal to him in the least. He would need to be subtle about this, even more so than he usually was. Or, perhaps, exactly the opposite. Smiling, Set took a sip of his wine as a plan formed in his mind. It was a beautiful thing, elegant in it's simplicity and yet devastating in it's effectivity. And best of all, it would be completely impossible to trace it back to him, or even to an intelligent assault of any kind. Indeed, the Licht Gruppe were about to have a very large accident....
Continental plates slowly collapsed into the newly formed hole in the core of the planet, vast oceans of magma erupting from beneath them as the entire world broke to pieces. It was a beautiful sight, like the blooming of a flower. It was strange that such beauty was a result of such an immoral conflict.
@Lmpkio
Dagon's shuttle flew out from one of the observation vessel's many hangers, uncloaking itself after having achieved sufficient distance that it couldn't be traced back to the main ship. He navigated towards the retreating Resistance capital ship, as he hailed them over comms. "Greetings, Resistance. I'm low on fuel, and near stranded in space. Requesting permission to dock." Dagon would pull up alongside the far larger vessel, his shuttle seeming like an ant by comparison.
A quick scan would reveal that the shuttle was completely unarmed. A diplomatic vessel. It contained some cargo space, but there were no signs of life besides Dagon on board. Dagon's personal shuttle was equipped for stealth and diplomacy, as was his style, and the only high-powered equipment on board was a fairly advanced stealth drive, designed to cloak the ship from most detection systems.
Looking down, Set planned his next course of action. His interference here had done nothing more than speed up the inevitable, and his signal had been ignored by the RoC. Whether the signal had been distorted by the massive amount of weapons and magic being flung around, or whether it had simply been ignored, he would never know. But he would need to consider his next actions carefully. This battle had shown a mere fraction of the RoC's power, as it's military forces were spread across a hundred different universes. The Resistance was also not to be trifled with, his observation equipment had allowed him to witness some fairly spectacularly dangerous individuals down there. He needed to find the middle ground, invisible to both while profitting from their conflict.
It was while he was pondering, overlooking the slow collapse of Eldritch IV's surface, that Dagon returned from his mission. Nothing needed to be said, he knew it had been a success. He would have the devices in his hands within the hour. Set smiled, as he nodded approvingly in Dagon's direction, knowing the gesture would be next to meaningless to the ambitious youth. Dagon, like all Sith Apprentices, sought to surpass and defeat his master, taking Set's place as leader of the Harth Collective. And then some day he would take an apprentice himself, and train his own killer. Such was the cycle of the Sith, and the reason for their strength. Not that Set had any intention of keeling over, but he would spend his time playing the lethal game with Dagon.
"Dagon, I'll need you to perform another task for me." The apprentice stopped in his tracks, turning curiously towards him master. "Take a ship, and approach the Resistance mothership under the flag of truce. I wish for you to establish a connection to them. To show them our support, give them the gifts I've prepared in the hangar." There was no need to further dictate this task. Dagon was a professional, skilled in the acts of both diplomacy and assassination. Set was confident that the Resistance would accept their gifts, and he would be able to establish a connection with them. Using this, he could vastly increase his current story of information. And it was always important to befriend the main players on the field, or at the very least put up a friendly facade.
As Dagon left once more, Set considered how to deal with the Licht Gruppe. In this case, killing them was merely optional. His main goal would be to remove them from any battlefield containing the Mon Alliance. Of course, the easiest way to do this was to keep them locked away permanently somehow, but such a thing was not easy to achieve. And should his dealings be discovered, he would make an enemy of the RoC, a concept that didn't appeal to him in the least. He would need to be subtle about this, even more so than he usually was. Or, perhaps, exactly the opposite. Smiling, Set took a sip of his wine as a plan formed in his mind. It was a beautiful thing, elegant in it's simplicity and yet devastating in it's effectivity. And best of all, it would be completely impossible to trace it back to him, or even to an intelligent assault of any kind. Indeed, the Licht Gruppe were about to have a very large accident....
Continental plates slowly collapsed into the newly formed hole in the core of the planet, vast oceans of magma erupting from beneath them as the entire world broke to pieces. It was a beautiful sight, like the blooming of a flower. It was strange that such beauty was a result of such an immoral conflict.
@Lmpkio
Dagon's shuttle flew out from one of the observation vessel's many hangers, uncloaking itself after having achieved sufficient distance that it couldn't be traced back to the main ship. He navigated towards the retreating Resistance capital ship, as he hailed them over comms. "Greetings, Resistance. I'm low on fuel, and near stranded in space. Requesting permission to dock." Dagon would pull up alongside the far larger vessel, his shuttle seeming like an ant by comparison.
A quick scan would reveal that the shuttle was completely unarmed. A diplomatic vessel. It contained some cargo space, but there were no signs of life besides Dagon on board. Dagon's personal shuttle was equipped for stealth and diplomacy, as was his style, and the only high-powered equipment on board was a fairly advanced stealth drive, designed to cloak the ship from most detection systems.
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