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It's the most fattening time of the year!
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There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Tis that time of year and I have just one thing to say: Happy Holidays! Whatever your celebrative holiday this time of year is, I hope it's a good rest of the year for you!
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The world has become a place for two kinds of people: the kind who make jokes so they don't have to acknowledge that this is happening and the kind who don't care and go with the flow.
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Nab even. *facedesks*
I'll nap my originals as well. Saves time XD
I had an idea of a Mandalorian bounty hunter who doesn't wear a helmet and very little armor. his main ambition will to one day retrieve the helm of Mandalore that was stolen from his people by Revan.

He doesn't wear a helmet because he feels his people have been disgraced and their honor took until he can retrieve the helm back.


This picks up WAY after the events of KOTOR and KOTOR 2. Helmet isn't even a factor anymore.
You know I am.
@ZarkunWell ain't I a silly goose? I'll go change it ASAP and promptly hide in the corner of shame.


We have a corner of shame?
@ONL I think you meant Piper. Vent's in a different mission. Might I suggest only mentioning the people in your mission to avoid confusion? Even though almost all veteran players are in both.
Elias raised an eyebrow at the pirate and shook his head. "I wouldn't go to just any enclave, Tyrell. This one is of Clan Ordo; my clan." He settles in as the descend towards the slowly revealing mountain fortress. "Couple of hours tops. Now then, lets get the details on what exactly might have convinced your First Mate to mutiny. Did she get an offer?"
Just remember your last sandbox Pokemon attempt.
Zeref-Just like the Fairies/Damian Gerard-A Battle for Ages



Zeref watched as the mages around him sprung into action avoid being eviscerated and generally meeting a rather unfortunate end. He choose to occasionally remind the mages of Frenzy Plant, Phoenix Wing and Dragon Fang why he was known as the Black Mage by casting additional spells such as fire, lightning, ice, and other such spells. The number of spells at his disposal was staggering. Damian found himself on the defensive, swapping from his new Ares Blade to the Hercules Blade, the sword-spear slashing through most spells thrown his way. Zeref, however, started moving towards Time Lord again, magic flickering on his finger tips. "This time there won't be a foolish mage to save you. Time manipulation is trouble for me and I can't afford to be sealed again."

However, as he raised his hand to blast his target with an as yet unnamed spell, he felt a spear forcefully change direction and target. His spell turned to maintaining direction as he flicked his wrist, jerking the dark spear Phlegethon had redirected from it's collision with the Dragon towards the sword wielding mage who had protected the time mage earlier. Damian had barely enough time to register it before diving to the right to avoid it, sliding across the ground. The hell did I land in the middle of?!

As Zeref turned back towards Time Lord again, another figure appeared, cloaked in darkness and wearing a white mask bashed it's way towards him with large, shadowy claws. "Don't waste your time." He formed a hand of shadow himself, grabbing the charging figure and flung it into Ferrin, knocking them both back. As he attempted again to target Time Lord, what he hoped was for the last time, a familiar magic permeated the area and for the first time, real panic crossed his face. "Mavis?! NO!" Even as he summoned a black tinged fireball to his hand to fling at her, the solar flame enhanced poison drill slammed into him, knocking him back against the ice that had appeared shortly after. Next came the burning blue flames, crashing into him and pushing him further into the ice as Jasmine's Dragon Slayer Secret Art hit. And while it did nothing to him specifically, the ice around him began to melt rapidly.

"Damned insects! I'll see you des-" And then Fairy Law hit, shattering the ice wall and sending every one scrambling again to avoid being impaled as smaller shards rained down for several minutes. For a moment, all was silent after the last of the ice impacted the ground and then the dragons all roared. However, as the mages watched, they seemed to start shrinking as Zeref stumbled out of the dust cloud. "No...no, no, no! This can't be happening!" Damian watched in awe as the dragons changed as they shrank, turning from the ferocious beasts that had mere minutes before been trying to kill, and/or eat, them to six figures who stood in magic history as both some of the most famous and infamous mages alive.

"It...it can't be." Zeref's dark magic dispelled and set the six on the ground before the group and in front of Zeref, Natsu Dragneel, Gajeel Redfox, Wendy Marvell, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, and Erik Cobra, the six slayers who had been forced to turn on their comrades.

Natsu wasted no time, flames enveloping his fist as he steps towards Zeref. "You made us dragons and forced us under your control. It's payback time." The flames grew larger as he stepped towards the Black Mage and pulled his arms back, a familiar stance appearing. "Dragon Slayer Secret Arts: Crimson Lotus: Exploding Flame Blade!" The spell impacted Zeref as he grunted in surpise, but in the resulting explosion, no one was sure what happened to the Black Mage. He vanished, with no one sure what Natsu's spell had done to him, except maybe a free trip into the ozone layer.

Justice served, the six turned to the members of the various guilds and looked them over. Natus, Wendy and Gajeel looked for Fairy Tail guild marks before accepting there were none. It was Wendy, however, who asked the dreaded question. "How long has it been? And where's our guild?" Erik, Sting and Rogue stood off to one side, wanting answers as well but letting the Sky Dragon Slayer handle it.
Elias sighs and shakes his head. "Yeah, polish my armor. Totally on my to do list after fighting a bunch of spineless security guards." The next half hour passed in relative silence. Tyrell, however, would feel the ship drop out of hyperspace with little warning and a female voice echo over the intercoms. "Incoming ship, identify yourself ra cuyir shot daab. Gar ganar ta'raysh seconds." Elias, who'd been lounging in the cockpit going over a couple of mods for his pistols shot up and answered, sweating slightly at the overtly hostile warning.

"Ibic is haar Nightingale Eclipse, ID 482302. I'm a member of Clan Ordo, coming in to restock after a hunt." He glances backwards towards where Tyrell is before sighing. "And I come bearing a passanger who is not of a Mandalorian Clan. He'll behave, I promise."

There's silence for a moment before her voice comes back. "They better, Elias. The elders are already wary of you as it is." The signal cuts and Elias sighs before getting onto the intercom. "Alright, Tyrell, we've begun our decent to my resupply point. Need ya to come to the cockpit."
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