Jerus Je'and
Grabbing the other door, I use the Force to yank it closed alongside HJ. We couldn't afford to not get it closed or else we'd be bogged down fighting a never ending battle here at the infiltration point.
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Grabbing the other door, I use the Force to yank it closed alongside HJ. We couldn't afford to not get it closed or else we'd be bogged down fighting a never ending battle here at the infiltration point.
We are opening up another round of recruitment for our multiverse sci-fi RP, though we have gone through some events in the story so far, and the ships of our newcomers shall be joining in the middle of an ongoing war. You will no longer be arriving in a blinding flash of light in the middle of space, but rather will be approached by a being with the appearance of a Human woman, but an otherworldly power, requesting assistance against an enemy threatening multiple realities.
The Republic has fallen. The Jedi Order has been destroyed in the wake of Order 66 and the Galactic Empire rose through Sheev Palpatine’s machinations. Through all of this, a mysterious figure appeared looming over his shoulder. A man in dark robes, a faceless veil. New technologies unveiled faster more powerful ships with shields unlike any the Galaxy has ever seen. As Clone Troopers are phased out to the new Stormtrooper more and more take on black armour that seems to be impervious to all attacks. The Empire's grip on the Galaxy is absolute, there appears to be no hope for those wishing for freedom.
That is until all throughout the Multiverse a power unknown to beings of the lesser planes decides that it can no longer stand by while this untold power threatens the very balance of all things. A blinding flash of light and a myriad of vessels from different universes appear stranded in deep space. The first wave of ships appeared disoriented and unsure of what had happened; each ship using places and names familiar to them but foriegn to the others. When faced with their first threat, however, they joined together and repelled it. After their first skirmish with the fledgling and empowered Empire, they received a visitation from the one responsible for their abrupt appearance in an unfamiliar galaxy.
Once it was decided that all those taken would help or leave, their mission was made clear. However, shortly after, as one of the ship’s aided a fleet of Seperatist survivors and a battle with another super powered fleet, a usurper by the name of Anubis revealed what Palpatine had done and announced he had taken the now deceased Emperor’s throne after dooming the planet of Alderaan. Now, new allies are arriving, having been approached by Elizabeth, a human whose mind was ascended beyond her mortal shell, and brought to fight an ongoing war against a tyrant with the power to invade the multiverse. All that remains is to decide a course of action.
OOC Bit:
A Battlestar, Goa'uld Ha'tak, Paris-Class Frigate, Milano and a Cross-field Class wander into a bar...
Basically, this Roleplay will be a Story set in the Star Wars Universe, with some key differences. A mysterious figure is working with Palpatine, giving him access to technologies and information that he didn't have in the normal continuity. This increase in power changes the rise of the Empire from a gradual struggling with remaining Separatist Cells to a sure-fire win. Rather than the political wrangling, Palpatine expected, with access to this new technology his grip on the galaxy is absolute.
Depending on the size of the group we'll all start in the same area of space, will we fight, will we band together, will we flee? There's only one way to find out! There's not much more I need to say.
Other than it's going to be pretty Sandbox, you can go where you want in the Galaxy. Be warned, however, whatever cosmic force brought us to the Star Wars galaxy seems unwilling to let us go until whatever issue it sensed is resolved.
Rules:
1. GMs rule is law.
2. If PvP results in a dispute GMs will decide on the outcome.
3. The usual rules. No Powergaming/Metagaming/Smut.
4. Respect your other players.
5. Have Fun
Applying:
As mentioned in the IntChk different ships have different power levels. This is because different ships from different franchises are set in different eras and with different problems to solve. I.E. In W40k, they have the ability to glass planets, yet in Stargate the human ships are only made possible by the reverse engineering, studying and help from alien allies.
It's important to note that the main reason the CS exists is to determine whether or not your ship will fit into the roleplay. This is up to the discretion of the GMs. Feel free to fluff the CS up as much as you want.
The Star Wars Universe.... as it was. Star Wars Wikia
Credit to @Queen Raidne and @RogerD. Two past hosts of Roleplays of this type. And an honorable mention to @Sep, the original GM who became a casualty of RL and fatigue.
A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away...
The Republic has fallen. The Jedi Order has been destroyed in the wake of Order 66 and the Galactic Empire rose through Sheev Palpatine’s machinations. Through all of this, a mysterious figure appeared looming over his shoulder. A man in dark robes, a faceless veil. New technologies unveiled faster more powerful ships with shields unlike any the Galaxy has ever seen. As Clone Troopers are phased out to the new Stormtrooper more and more take on black armour that seems to be impervious to all attacks. The Empire's grip on the Galaxy is absolute, there appears to be no hope for those wishing for freedom.
That is until all throughout the Multiverse a power unknown to beings of the lesser planes decides that it can no longer stand by while this untold power threatens the very balance of all things. A blinding flash of light and a myriad of vessels from different universes appear stranded in deep space. The first wave of ships appeared disoriented and unsure of what had happened; each ship using places and names familiar to them but foriegn to the others. When faced with their first threat, however, they joined together and repelled it. After their first skirmish with the fledgling and empowered Empire, they received a visitation from the one responsible for their abrupt appearance in an unfamiliar galaxy.
Once it was decided that all those taken would help or leave, their mission was made clear. However, shortly after, as one of the ship’s aided a fleet of Seperatist survivors and a battle with another super powered fleet, a usurper by the name of Anubis revealed what Palpatine had done and announced he had taken the now deceased Emperor’s throne after dooming the planet of Alderaan. Now, new allies are arriving, having been approached by Elizabeth, a human whose mind was ascended beyond her mortal shell, and brought to fight an ongoing war against a tyrant with the power to invade the multiverse. All that remains is to decide a course of action.
OOC Bit:
A Battlestar, Goa'uld Ha'tak, Paris-Class Frigate, Milano and a Cross-field Class wander into a bar...
Basically, this Roleplay will be a Story set in the Star Wars Universe, with some key differences. A mysterious figure is working with Palpatine, giving him access to technologies and information that he didn't have in the normal continuity. This increase in power changes the rise of the Empire from a gradual struggling with remaining Separatist Cells to a sure-fire win. Rather than the political wrangling, Palpatine expected, with access to this new technology his grip on the galaxy is absolute.
Depending on the size of the group we'll all start in the same area of space, will we fight, will we band together, will we flee? There's only one way to find out! There's not much more I need to say.
Other than it's going to be pretty Sandbox, you can go where you want in the Galaxy. Be warned, however, whatever cosmic force brought us to the Star Wars galaxy seems unwilling to let us go until whatever issue it sensed is resolved.
Rules:
1. GMs rule is law.
2. If PvP results in a dispute GMs will decide on the outcome.
3. The usual rules. No Powergaming/Metagaming/Smut.
4. Respect your other players.
5. Have Fun
Applying:
As mentioned in the IntChk different ships have different power levels. This is because different ships from different franchises are set in different eras and with different problems to solve. I.E. In W40k, they have the ability to glass planets, yet in Stargate the human ships are only made possible by the reverse engineering, studying and help from alien allies.
It's important to note that the main reason the CS exists is to determine whether or not your ship will fit into the roleplay. This is up to the discretion of the GMs. Feel free to fluff the CS up as much as you want.
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[b]Faction/Operator/Owner:[/b]The Star Wars Universe.... as it was. Star Wars Wikia
Credit to @Queen Raidne and @RogerD. Two past hosts of Roleplays of this type. And an honorable mention to @Sep, the original GM who became a casualty of RL and fatigue.
Jerus Je'and
Sneering behind my helmet, I melt the man's head with a blast of flamethrower and jet off to the right, firing at the others as they flow into the room. "We need to close the main door somehow!"
The arrival of their mobile cloning ship, the Supercarrier-class ship Redemption, had just nearly caused Supreme Commander Jason to have a heart attack, but the news brought cheers of hope from the crew as it spread. With the Redemption, clone troops could be replaced and, to some degree, weapons and armor produced to prepare those newly grown clones for combat. However, operations had been put on standby until a decision could be reached on the best way to move forwards and the crews of both ships could do little more than sit at their stations or in their bunks, worry etched on their faces as their leader went to the Immaculate Aegis to decide the best way to bring the fight to Anubis.
The halls of the Sangheili’s ship were strikingly different from those of both the Resurgence and the Star Destroyers that they had all boarded and fought on numerous times. Curves instead of right angles, it almost seemed to offer no cover if one didn’t know how to optimize on the shapes. Eragon made notes of intersections, guards, patrols that they crossed paths with more than once, even where all the tech savvy ones seemed to be working hardest when they passed them, but, after all, that was what he did best as a Null-Class trooper.
On more than one occasion as they neared the meeting room, Jason had to chastise him as Jerus walked silently in his Beskar armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. Upon arriving in the room, the bounty hunting Jedi went to the left and leaned against a wall, silent in a way that was surprising considering his seeming chattiness after their first battle and even during. Jason joined Falul at the central display, Eragon to his left and still appraising everything. The Supreme Commander had tried numerous times to convince Kham to come as well, but the Cathar was determined to figure out how their shipyard had worked, so his head scientist and engineer was absent this time.
As the silence stretched, Eragon eventually turned his gaze on the Shipmaster himself and raised an eyebrow as he thought over the physical appearance of this new ally. Tall, well built muscles noticeable even from here, a glint in his eye that speaks of both experience and presence and a strange weapon hilt on his belt. Head on would be a poor… The thought trailed on as Jason cleared his throat. “So, what do your officers think of the threat the Death Star poses?”
Jason Erthos, Jerus Je’and, and Null Trooper Eragon-Aboard the Immaculate Aegis
The halls of the Sangheili’s ship were strikingly different from those of both the Resurgence and the Star Destroyers that they had all boarded and fought on numerous times. Curves instead of right angles, it almost seemed to offer no cover if one didn’t know how to optimize on the shapes. Eragon made notes of intersections, guards, patrols that they crossed paths with more than once, even where all the tech savvy ones seemed to be working hardest when they passed them, but, after all, that was what he did best as a Null-Class trooper.
On more than one occasion as they neared the meeting room, Jason had to chastise him as Jerus walked silently in his Beskar armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. Upon arriving in the room, the bounty hunting Jedi went to the left and leaned against a wall, silent in a way that was surprising considering his seeming chattiness after their first battle and even during. Jason joined Falul at the central display, Eragon to his left and still appraising everything. The Supreme Commander had tried numerous times to convince Kham to come as well, but the Cathar was determined to figure out how their shipyard had worked, so his head scientist and engineer was absent this time.
As the silence stretched, Eragon eventually turned his gaze on the Shipmaster himself and raised an eyebrow as he thought over the physical appearance of this new ally. Tall, well built muscles noticeable even from here, a glint in his eye that speaks of both experience and presence and a strange weapon hilt on his belt. Head on would be a poor… The thought trailed on as Jason cleared his throat. “So, what do your officers think of the threat the Death Star poses?”
Jerus Je'and
As HJ calls for them to get out of the way, I jet forwards into the nearest soldier, ramming him with my Beskar clad shoulder and knocking him sprawling as I put a shot into the head of each man to his left and right, leaving the sprawling leader and the last man for HJ to deal with how he see's fit.
HK-49 "Hank"
I follow Master HJ down the ramp, my blaster rifle in hand. "Bloodthirsty Statement: Time to kill them all."
Jerus Je'and
I walk down my own ramp in full armor, my lightsabers hidden away while I hold my twin blasters and point to a side door. "We'll hold the initial wave and then go out that door, make our way towards the bridge. If she's not there, down to the holding cells. Lock up your ship either way."
Jerus Je'and
Doing another strafing run, I take out some of the hangar defenses and join HJ in setting down inside.
Talia Je'and-The Citadel, Mandalore
"She's gonna kill me, she's so gonna kill me!" Wearing her favorite cyan dress with its pair of matching heels, Talia Je'and ran to where she was supposed to meet with her sister and their friends to go out and enjoy a night of rest after they'd all gotten back from a rather long series of escort and guard missions making sure that Mandalorian Republic's transports and cargo ships made it to their destinations with as little raider interaction as possible. Of course, the threat of lightsaber-y death wasn't always enough to convince pirates there was safer prey and so a few corpses had to be made before they left the ship alone. Right now, however, she was more worried about how her sister was going to react to her tardiness.
To be fair, as she dodged around a pair of Padawans talking excitedly about the Founding, it wasn't entirely her fault. She had been in a section of the archives and had simply lost track of time while reading about the history of the Jedi with that of the Mandalorians. Admittedly, it wasn't as great as her initial research had suggested. It was the Jedi Knight Revan who'd broken the Mandalorian push during the Mandalorian Wars and while the clans held Revan in high respect, it had set the Mandalorians to have several more clashes with the Jedi over the next several centuries. From what the young woman could find, those conflicts had been incredibly bloody and cost both sides more lives than the previous wars.
Caught up in her reminiscing on her findings, Talia only barely managed to avoid another group of Jedi. One conflict in particular during the course of the Mandalorian Wars had always interested her, and that was one of the final battles, that of Malachor V. Rumor had it there were still lots of ships, both old Republic and Mandalorian, floating in orbit around the world and she'd always-"Watch our, young Je'and!" Startled, she barely managed to stop herself before crashing into another Jedi, this one being none other than the librarian Airus.
"Master Airus, I'm so sorry! I was caught up in going over my findings in my head, I might have let my awareness of my surroundings slip. Combine that with being in a rush to meet up with my twin sister, and, well," Talia smiles sheepishly, "again, I'm so sorry."
Zar'kun Je'and
I use the Force to cushion the blows as Trayus slams me into the ground, though it still hurts. I wait until he lifts me again before launching another blue fireball at him. While he claimed to be all powerful, his clothes still burned and that alone was an unpleasant experience, no matter who you were or how powerful. Picking myself up, I shake my head. "No, only a fool would seek to unbalance another fool in such a way. I had hoped to remind you that you stood for something, that you stood on your own, once upon a time. You had proven yourself a capable fighter without the Force, had helped lead the Republic's forces to victory when the Oricon fleet's admiral gave in to the Dread Master's terror inflicting abilities. Your only concern was Nox."
Jerus Je'and
"Of course she is...alright, guess we're boarding then! We need to find an opening, like a hangar bay."
Jerus Je'and
"We'll leave Trayus to the others. This Station has to fall. Everyone, bring it down!" Punching my thrusters, the Shadow Stalker soars forwards and unleashes a barrage of concussion missiles on the station, aiming for anything that looked like an amplification dish.
Zar'kun Je'and
"No retort for that, Trayus? Or should I call you the ghost of Jorg Sucal? Even the ghosts bound to you weren't done by your own will, they were stolen from another and bound to you through Kreia." Trayus and I begin circling each other. "None of that power is truly yours, but you're too blinded by how it feels to see that. What would the patriot you used to be say to what you've become? Or your parents?"
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