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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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3 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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5 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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6 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Riven Je'and


A cloaked and hooded figure hurried through the crowds as the rain began to fall on the lower levels of the new capitol of the Galactic Empire. The broadcast of the Sith Lord turned Emperor Palpatine had just finished and there were people in the streets celebrating the end of a horrible war. But the end of that war came at the cost, one that no one was going to see coming until it was too late. The form stopped outside a doorway and knocked six times, paused and the knocked three more. The door slid open and they ducked inside quickly before it slid closed and locked again. The figure took off her hood, revealing the dyed purple locks of Jedi Master Riven Je'and. The Nautolan Jedi Knight who'd let her in watched outside the door as a clone patrol passed by. "What's happening? Suddenly the streets came alive." That's right, she made them keep all the holoterminals in this apartment off until she had made sure they weren't being traced by their holoaccess terminals.

"Former Supreme Chancellor Palpatine is now Emperor Palpatine, and the Republic has officially fallen. We are now on the capitol planet of a Galactic Empire. We must get off world before the Clones realize that there was another way out of the temple they didn't know about and begin searching places like this." Riven looked around the corner to check on the Padawans, who were busy distracting themselves with a board game while the Kel Dor knight meditated in a corner, floating slightly off the ground. "I see everyone is trying to remain calm. This is good." The Nautolan shrugged.

"There isn't much else to do. How'd the meeting go?" Riven grimaced.

"They've agreed to do it if we can get them fifty thousand credits. Then the announcement came about the Jedi being 'traitors' and the price climbed to one-hundred thousand. So I mind tricked them. I'm not proud of it, but-" The Nautolan knight cut her off.

"You what?! That's not how we-" Riven's look practically froze him in place.

"We are fighting to survive, Knight Rolan. The laws and rules of the Order no longer apply to the situation. It isn't as though I strung them up with the Force and beat them with metal rods." The Nautolan nodded, his face one of apology and the Jedi Master sighed. "I apologize Rolan. I did not mean to be so harsh, but we cannot adhere so strictly to the Code, not while we're surrounded by enemies. I promise, this will not become a regular thing. Now gather the others and get them to the back door," replaces the hood on her head, shaking the water from it, "we need to move as they will only wait so long. Once we're on the moon resort, I have a ship we can take to the Outer Rim. We'll wait for word from Masters Yoda or Kenobi until then."
Spartan Lucas Ryker


"Well hello to you too, assholes!" Lucas's shout was really more reflex as he dove into a nearby piece of cover alongside Vael. Of course they would walk into a nearly literal wall of bullets as they entered their half of the two paths and now found themselves pinned by heavy fire. However, be it fortunate or unfortunate, the SPARTAN-IV still had a pair of frag grenades, and those two fully automatic, lead spitting death machines would drown out the sounds of a grenade bouncing behind the gunners. Turning off his external speakers, he speaks into the internal comms channel for their small team. "Grenade out."

Throwing it over, the idea was for the arc of the grenade to put it just between the two machine gunners and in the laps of whoever was posted up between them and send them all flying in pieces ideally. Though he would also accept just sending them scrambling away from the grenade, since that would still mean that the mounted guns would stop firing and the team could move up. "I'm moving for the high ground, camo should keep me out of sight. I hope."
Nearly done trying to think about what my character took part in during the Clone Wars, any suggestions?


Depends on the type of character you're playing.


Goin' with this one.




And edited in the necessary changes.
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Should I be insulted right now?


Not even remotely. It's a good thing.
I mean, you aren't wrong. But Sep isn't like most of us XD
@Sep *question was buried in all the other OOC posts* (lol)


Speaking as someone who's RP'd with Sep fairly extensively, he's pretty good about seeing the concept worked out before passing judgement.
Alrighty, I'mma drop the two I've got in my back log of OCs and you tell me which you'd prefer @Sep.






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