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Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Alicia Harnick

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting: King Dedede(?)@Holy Soldier, Frisk Dreemur@Guardian Angel Haruki
Mention: Cloud Strife@Holy Soldier, Wario@Holy Soldier, Waluigi@Holy Soldier, Banjo-Kazooie[@Etherean Fire]
Word Count: 308


The beam attack caught the Titan offguard, but she dodged it skillfully, rolling forwards and under it to avoid being vaporized on the spot before swapping from the Doctrine of Passing to the Fourth Horseman and pumping three rounds into the eye from a decent range for the shotgun. She resumed strafing it, pumping the last two rounds into it's right arm to try and unbalance it before moving back some to reload. As she was sliding the third shell in, Frisk called for them to try and encourage the former penguin. He just doesn't get it, does he?

Finishing her reloading, Alicia swaps back to the Doctrine and opens fire again. "Frisk, this isn't something you can beat out like that. It's an infection, a medical condition that, at this time, we just don't have a cure for. You're putting yourself and us at risk with this." This time she wouldn't stand down and give into his pacifism. Not with the lives of her teammates on the line and an infection of this magnitude on the loose. They had to contain it and destroy it or risk all of Kirby's home falling to the infection.

"Alicia is right, Frisk. This is an unnecessary risk, especially with Banjo and Kazooie already under attack. Please, don't add to the danger." The Striker pulled her grenade from the air once more and tossed it right in front of the monster, hoping the flash would free the bear and bird up some to move around and no longer be such an easy target.

"Are you willing to risk an entire world to save one corrupt ruler, Frisk? Are you willing to put the denizens of Dreamland at risk of all being infected by this virus and subjecting them all to a loss of identity and whatever else will happen to them?"
The crowds were a lot thicker than the Mandalorian had anticipated, but he moved at a decent speed regardless, since most beings had no desire to get between a fully armored Mandalorian and his destination. As he walked, he kept an eye out for any more station security, who's ranks had recently swelled due to the draft the late Station Head had initiated in an effort to contain the panic of it's residents and businesses and even, in some cases, keep them from leaving, which had been a warning to everyone that something was amiss. Add to that a few minutes ago that the station was rocked by a turbolaser impact and hysteria and mass panic was now in control. Judging from the number of bodies in the makeshift security uniforms that lined the way, that had proven about as effective as a bug trying to kill a rancor. If he guessed her right, the grieving girl would put out a call to all the security forces to find him and detain him; and failing that, kill him. If he'd had more time, Elias would have stayed to talk the girl down and explain to her the situation, but that was far too short as the normal lights shifted to the emergency red after a series of shudders.

The sound of an astromech's beeping came over his coms and the smuggler sighed. "Of course there are panicking masses on the other side of the ray shield, M8, I'm almost positive my ship is the only one still on the bloody station and none of the larger ships are going to offer passage." A security member, a teenager from his build, attempted blocked his path and the Mandalorian glared at him until he moved, a wet trail following his retreating form. "Great security...Anyways, just spin up the engines and wait for my signal." A series of beeps and whistles came back at him.

"Yes I want you to blow up the damned ray shield! We don't have time for our usual fine-"As if to prove Elias's point, the station rocked from another series of turbolasers impacting it and suddenly the panic grew worse as the Mandalorian braced himself to keep his footing. "See what I mean? Just bloody do it!" He closed the channel and pulled one of his heavy blasters, firing it into the air six times, which produced the desired effect. The crowd of panicked beings parted and he was able to move that much faster, heading straight for his hangar. Shortly after the blaster discharges, another member of security, a proper member judging from his armor and stun baton, stepped forwards.

"You're not going anywhere, Ordo. Just stand down a-" The Mandalorian didn't let him finish, instead ramming his knee into the Weequay's crotch and then pistol whipping the back of his head as he doubles over, knocking him unconcious. Some of the younger members of security who'd been moving to surround him look nervous.

"The next one of you dumb asses who gets in my way dies. I'm through being nice." Not believing him, the teen from earlier, who had probably kicked himself for not standing up to the Mandalorian before, decides to be a hero and runs at Elias, a stun baton in his hand. He doesn't even make it half way before a blaster bolt slams into his chest, dropping him on the spot as the now useless stun baton clattered away. Elias, his blaster barrel still smoking, turns his visor on the other teenage and young adult draftees. "Anyone else?" They scatter, fear clear on their faces, and the Mandalorian smuggler sighs as he moves forwards, stepping over the teen's body. "Stupid kid..."
Mandalorian Enclave, Central Command Hub


"And how many were injured?"

"That's what's unclear. The attack hit so suddenly, Jorwain said that no one called out in surprise. There was a short burst of weapon's fire and then it was quiet again. No one's reported an injury, but..." Elias sighed as he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't what Jenara had said that worried the leader of the Enclave, it was what she wasn't saying. Jorwain was a Fett, a clan that had been on the edge of extinction until recently thanks to the infighting amongst the various clans, but he was a good man and one of the more experienced hunters of the desert. But there were concerns that this wasn't an attack by the Sijin or the animals of the desert.

However, before he can make a response and talk about the Rancor in the room, one of the trainers bursts into the room. "Turn on your holo-viewer. The Empire's made a power play." Frowning, Elias does exactly that, turning on the viewscreen that only saw use when major events were happening in Haven or when Elias felt like catching up on the news from across the planet. And what he saw only deepened his frown.

"An occupation dome. They're making it clear that they aren't to be trifled with. Jenara, recall the hunting parties and prospects. We're going to need to discuss what to do if they turn their sights on us."
GM POST


𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖔𝖔'𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊


Day/Time: Day Three-Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tagging: Six@Majoras End, The Heavy@ONL, Akira@Tenma Tendo, Slayer@Lugubrious




Slayer's overhead heel attack was devastating to the Ghostly Monarch of the Boos, shattering his form where it connected and once more decreasing the flow of power and undoing some of it, though not as much as before. Before King Boo could attempt a counter attack though, Akira caused a flame of some form of magic to engulf him, causing the spirit to wail in pain and keeping him from moving and faltering his focus as a result, slowing the build of power significantly. Heavy, however, carried the most bang as his attack blasted into his new weakpoint, causing the monarch to fade slightly. "What?! Already?! NO! I won't be bested!"

However, based on how haggard the monarch looked, he wouldn't have much choice if the next series of attacks landed with enough focus and power.




POWER BUILD SLOWED TO HALF SPEED, THREE ROUNDS BEFORE INSTANT FAIL, TWO GM POSTS BEFORE TIMER REDUCED FOR ONE ROUND


XP INITIATED!


GM Note: From now on, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Slayer, Akira, Heavy, and Six.

The day had started out pretty good, what with a nicely paying job down on the books and a good lookin' girl on his arm in the casino, where he was winning every hand. Of course he was one hundred percent accused of cheating, which he was if you count switching the casino deck with his own, but there was no proof, since only a fool didn't change the backs of the cards to match the casino he was cheating, even after they kicked him out. Of course, it helped that he swiped his deck back when he was bodily thrown across the table he'd been playing at by an angry owner. The Mandalorian smuggler had allowed it to happen, knowing making a scene would get him thrown out of another shadowport would make business even harder to procure, though he was impressed that in his armor, the guy had been able to throw him.

Then, even though she was a little discouraged by the way the casino had treated him, his date suggested going back to her place for some...private time away from the crowds. Intrigued by the thought, he'd agreed and followed her back to her apartment. Fifteen minutes after they start to really have fun, someone comes in. Well, needless to say, the only upside to Elias standing in the office of the shadowport's head is that the idiot had been too angry to have him disarmed and had required he get fully dressed again before leaving his daughter's apartment, not even remotely willing to risk the scene that would cause in public. Of course, people still wanted to know why a Mandalorian was being escorted out of his daughter's place, so the scene was far from avoided. Add to that that part of the way there, he was informed the Empire was on their way to deal with the port and, well, Elias was having just a hell of a day.

"Between the Empire and what I found you and my daughter doing, I don't know what I'm going to do. The whole of our clientele is going to vanish into hyperspace as soon as they get wind of the Empire and load up their wares." The smuggler grinned and stood up from against the wall he'd been leaning against, two members of security watching him.

"Well, I'm an easy solution. Tell these two to move aside and let me walk out of here. I get on my frei-" The port head's laugh cut him off.

"You aren't going anywhere unless it's in a body bag, Ordo. Which, actually..." Sighing, the snaps on the blaster holsters come off as the smuggler's hands find the grips.

"And your daughter was such a nice girl..." Before the two security guards knew what was happening, they each had a blaster bolt in gut, doubling them over. He rammed his knee into the face of the one on his right, knocking him out cold, before pistol whipping the guy on his left, leaving him in a similarly unconscious state. The station head managed to fumble a blaster into his hand and get a shot off, but it glanced off the Mandalorian Iron that made up Elias's armor, slamming into the wall instead and scorching it. "Pity you decided killing me was a good route, I much prefer leaving the daddys of pretty girls alive." He squeezed the trigger on the Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistol in his right hand, leaving a smoking hole where the man's heart used to be. Sighing, he heads for the door out, squeezing around the late station head's daughter as he replaces his helmet and then for the hangar, closing the door to the head's office to give the grieving girl some privacy. "Such a waste of good potential. He might have figured out how to scare off the Empire's first attack given enough time."
Here he is at long last. That took more time than I gave it credit for.



Alright, so, let's, uh, discuss...this...woo-I can't even call it a Wookie, because that isn't a Wookie in the picture, that's a catman. Please, if you're going to play a Wookie, be a Wookie. The armor is unorthodox for the species but I won't not say it's OK. Then there's...can we just get some more detail on what exactly happened that he was in command of Clones? I mean, from what I can remember and what we saw in the show, the only Knight who had a clone command was Anakin, all the others were Masters.

Then I'm going to backtrack to Yoda and him as an initiate. Yoda was not the only master who trained Younglings and Initiates, even if he was Grandmaster, so only Yoda working with him while he's an Initiate just...doesn't add up. This last point is more curiosity than anything major, but if he's trained in the use of blasters and he's trying to hide, why doesn't he have a bowcaster or blaster rifle to help sell his disguise?

That's all I've got. @Sep and @Heat will be next in line.
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I figured it was to make the droid look intimidating and the reason the droid was heading for the enclave is because he wants to prove himself as more then a piece of property, I'm going to put in that he asked to speak with the leader of the enclave. I'll edit it in the morning. Right now I feel like I'm going to pass out. Thanks for looking at it :)


While I can appreciate the effort, unless there's a story reason for him, it might be overkill. I'll ultimately leave it up to you.
This is the character submission I sent to Sep. Let me know what you guys think.



OK, so, first things first. Why are the symbols Mandalorian? Was the bounty hunter Mandalorian? If he was, why didn't he stay in the Enclave or, more importantly, at least inform them he was there and then leave instructions with the Droid that should anything happen to him, he should go to them? Also, why does the droid go to the Mandalorians? I hate to be brutal, but most of them would think "Hey, target practice."
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Got it. I'm currently waiting for him to take a look at it.


At work currently. I'll review when I get home.
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