Star Wars

[Jarrax Volk]

Ok--everyone knows about Star Wars--so you already know the gist of the RP. Basically, this RP picks up after the the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi.

If you would like to join, please PM me with your profile, a sample post, and an idea on how to fit your character into the flow of the RPG. Thanks.

If you aren't a HUGE fan of Star Wars (like memorizing dates and details), Wookieepedia is an EXCELLENT source to get a handle on events, characters, and technology after the movies. http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

Basically, this RP starts when Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo are married--they have three kids (Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin). Luke Skywalker is also married to Mara Jade Skywalker, and they have one child: Ben Skywalker.

In order for this to work, this story will take place around the same time as The New Jedi Order book series. (With one exception--Chewbacca is still alive in this timeline).

You can be any character you want, but in the case of Classic characters (anyone shown in the books or movies), try to stick to their personality. You can make up your own character and have them interact with the Classic characters, or this RP can involve only newly created characters, with Classic characters playing cameo roles. It's up to you.

As for Jedi or Sith: the entire spectrum of the Force is open to both sides. Generally, however, most Jedi stick with Light Side powers, and Sith stick with Dark Side powers--because usually either side finds the opposite hard to use.

Here is a complete list of Force Powers, use caution in making your own (to avoid invincibility): http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_Powers

As for the Character Skeleton:

Name:

Species (you can look this up on Wookieepedia, or make your own):

Affiliation, if any (Smuggler's Guild, Bounty Hunter's Guild, Jedi, Sith, Imperials, New Republic, etc.):

Age:

Appearance:

Special Skill (just keep this within the SW realm please, and Force Powers are not usually in this category):

Weaponry, including fighting styles (again, keep it in the SW realm--it does include metal swords):

Bio:

Here is my character:

Name: Jarrax

Species: Leonine

Affiliation: Jedi Order

Age: 21

Appearance:

http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i195/kov...aber_battle.jpg

The white Jedi Knight in the picture. His half-gloves and boots are dura-grip. He has dura-grip wrappings on his lightsabers. Depending on the mission, he can and does wear different types of clothing--Jedi Robes, Uniforms, disguises, etc. Usually he prefers to go barefoot because of his upbringing, unless going into extreme conditions--the pads of his feet make it very easy for him to be stealthy. His genetic combination of Leonine and Canine makes him very predatory and strong--thus being highly skilled in combat. In order to run at his fastest, he can run naturally on all fours.

Special Skill: Extreme speed, when necessary. Jarrax can speed up his reflexes in combat naturally, or he can use his speed in normal situations--like running, catching, etc.

Weaponry: Dual Blue Lightsabers--like the pic above--using the Jar'Kai fighting style. http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Jar%27Kai When needed, Jarrax can switch to Form II--Makashi, or Form V--Djem So. He has the option of using both lightsabers, or switching to one for more power.

In addition to dual lightsabers, Jarrax also carries a BlasTech T-6 "Thunderer" Heavy Blaster Pistol on a tactical hip holster. The holster is attached to the standard Jedi Utility Belt, equipped with emergency food capsules, an A99 Aquata Breather, and a standard grapnel gun.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/T-6_Thunderer

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/A99_aquata_breather

Bio: Jarrax was born on Savannah One--a colony world populated by the native Leonine species. He stands about 6'1". One thing striking about him--besides the white fur--are his icy-blue eyes. The name Leonine, given them by the first colonists, is somewhat misleading, as Jarrax is actually a Leonine/Canine mix--as the pic above attests. A Jedi Master visiting on a mission to Savannah One, found a young Jarrax, and, with his parents' permission, took him to the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4--to study under the tutelage of Luke Skywalker, Kyle Katarn, Kyp Durron and others. Being trained in piloting by Luke, Jarrax is a passable pilot--though his real strength lies in tactics and combat, as well as sheer Force manipulation. Now 21, strong in the Force, energetic, and skilled in Combat, Jarrax is a newly christened Jedi Knight, sent on missions all over the galaxy.

[Jaycawbz]

Name: Zenith (Zen-eth)

Species: Human Male

Affiliation: Jedi Order

Age: 18

Appearance: Standing at six foot, Zenith has kind blue eyes and an easygoing smile. He had tanned skin, and black hair that went down into his eyes.

Special Skill: Zenith is intuned to the force, but his real talent in his swordsmanship and his piloting skills. Zenith is an excellent pilot, being trained from an early age to fly in starships and large battleships. Aside from that, he is a fierce duelist, employing acrobatics and raw power into his style.

Weaponry: He uses a dark blue lightsaber, and he carries a modified blaster as a side-arm. He uses form IV, Ataru

Bio: Zenith's father had been a starfighter pilot in the Rebel Alliance, but had died in the battle of Yavin. Zenith was soon discovered by the Rebel alliance, and at the age of 16 took his father's starfighter for his own. Serving in many battles, after the Battle of Endor and the establishing of the New Jedi Order, Zenith joined, and began his service as a Jedi Knight.

[Fuzeblu]

OOC: I will give you a buttload of kudos if you can keep this RP alive.

Name: Unknown. Goes by " Disciple of Eventide"

Species: A Firrerreo

Affiliation: Zann Consortium : Smuggler

Age: 24

Appearance: Black and red hair cropped just above his ears. His skin generally is not as golden hued as his kin, but it flashes all the more sliver when upset. He has hazel eyes and a Consortium tattoo on his right bicep. His usual outfit is similar to this , except with black pants and a missing sleeve.
Special Skill: Besides his species' own unique abilities, Disciple has an aptitude for melee combat and extensive endurance.

Weaponry: Two cortosis blades at his sides and a carbine rifle.

Bio: Disciple was born with the name "Valence Thraun", though no one but him and his parents know it. He was raised in the slums of Coruscant. At the age of 12 his parents sold him to the Consortium and he became adept in the art of smuggling and combat. Years later while doing a run on the Outer Rim, he was captured by a group called the "Eventide Sages." These Sages happened to be remnants of Gray Jedi killed in the Great Jedi Purge who survived by keeping themselves hidden from the outside world. Valence was so intrigued by their teachings that he stayed with them for five years. He learned that he was force sensitive; however, the Sages taught him only of the Living Force and how to see, feel, and act upon it.
Valence returned to the Consortium with a different attitude and a different name: Disciple. He continues his work better than before, focusing on corrupt companies and weeding out corporations' dirty little secrets.

[Jarrax Volk]

A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY . . . .

Jarrax was in a hurry. SPANG! A blaster bolt slammed into the bulkhead behind him. Make that a BIG hurry. Running with long, loping strides, Jarrax yelped as a blaster blot singed his ear! Alarm Klaxons blared behind him as they sounded off--alerting the Imperial forces to his presence. Not that they didn't know already . . . . "Man! Master Luke is NOT gonna be happy with me if I don't make it off this hunk of junk! Ok--focus!" Reaching for a lightsaber as he came to a bend in the corridor of the assault ship he was on, Jarrax ignited it, and sprinted around the corner. The Imperial troopers fired much too slowly--Jarrax sliced through them on his way down the corridor. Continuing down the many branching corridors, blaster fire spatting on the durasteel walls around him--and blowing out control panels--Jarrax had to think fast and stay calm in order to get to the hangar . . . .

The mission had started as something slightly unusual--but not unheard of. The Imperial Remnant was retro-fitting it's smaller cruisers and capital ships to run armaments and munitions across New Republic space. Jarrax's job was simple. Stop the armaments from getting through. Obviously, diplomacy wouldn't work--the Imperials were FAR too suspicious of Jedi. Neither could the Jedi impersonate Imperial officers--Jarrax was a humanoid, not human, and the Imperials were still xenophobic to a fault. Well, after giving it some thought, Jarrax had figured out a way to sneak on-board, set the detonators and self-destruct sequence, and escape--in theory, at least. Jarrax and his partner, Zenith, had sneaked on board in humanoid-sized crates of munitions, specifically, large crates of BlasTech E-Web Heavy Repeating Blasters. The deception had worked PERFECTLY for dozens of ships--until this one. This ship was a Pursuit-class Light Cruiser, with an overly suspicious Captain and overly officious Inventory Chief. To make a long story short, Jarrax and Zenith had been shipped to different parts of the cruiser. They had quietly unsealed their containers, placed their detonators, and had ALMOST armed the self-destruct cycle when that idiot Inventory Chief came around for his check--in triplicate. He had noticed the open containers, seen the humanoid outlines in the crates, and hit the alarms. That's why Jarrax, and presumably Zenith, were in somewhat desperate situations now.

Three more blaster blots came hissing by Jarrax, snapping him from his reverie. Batting them back, he snarled in almost feral-annoyance with himself. "CONCENTRATE!!" he thought to himself loudly. Batting more blaster bolts away with one lightsaber, Jarrax rounded the next corner and glimpsed the heavy bulkhead door blocking the hangar bay. Drawing his T-6 "Thunderer" Heavy Blaster, Jarrax simply aimed, braced, and fired 5 shots in rapid succession. His blaster recoiled to a vertical position, it's bolts sounding like cannon fire. Then they hit the hangar bay door--and blasted right through it. Jarrax grinned, flashing his gleaming white fangs--THAT was more like it! Now, to leap through the crater in the door and make a mad dash to the closest hyperdrive-equipped ship. Rapidly approaching the door, Jarrax made a long horizontal leap, passing through the wreckage of the door without touching the melted, smoking seams. He skidded to a halt--facing 50 identical BlasTech E-11 Blaster rifles--and 50 identical stormtroopers! All the stormtroopers cocked their rifles at the same instant, the ominous sound making Jarrax sweat--he was only a beginning Jedi Knight after all! Bringing his single activated lightsaber up to mid-guard, Jarrax could only wilt as more Stormtroopers filled in the space behind him--he was now completely surrounded. From his observation lounge, that Captain spoke up, leaning into a crackling comm system: "Jedi . . . if you want to live, put down your weapon. You have 10 seconds to comply." Time seemed to slow down for Jarrax, as he weighed his options. Seeing none, he sent a Force-summons to Zenith: "Hurry up slowpoke! I'm in a spot of trouble here! You've got less than ten seconds!" Finished, Jarrax remained in a ready position. Ears forward, mane ruffling, growling deep in his throat, Jarrax tried to intimidate the stormtroopers--it failed miserably. His ears twitched, hearing the hissing sound of the opposite bulkhead door open--maybe that was Zenith! Jarrax would have to wait and see, or soon be sent home in a box--because he had less than FIVE seconds left to live.

[Jaycawbz]

Zenith, on the other hand, had slightly better luck that his counterpart. His officers had been a a smidge more careless, allowing Zenith to go unnoticed. It didn't hurt that he had ambushed the inventory officers ahead of time, though, and had removed their gabbing mouths from their shoulders. Zenith then placed his detonators throughout his assigned area of the ship, managing to elude stormtroopers up to that point.

Now in the hanger, Zenith hid the last of the bodies that he had just slayed. The Imperials had caught up to him in the hanger, but luckily he sealed the doors to keep them from reporting him. Now he was strolling calmly through the hanger, glancing at a vehicle which they could use to escape. A Lambda-class T-4a shuttle caught his eye. Slow acceleration, slow speed, but excellent shieldling. They should have no problem getting home in it. Now Zenith was admiring a TIE Interceptor... possibly one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. He wished that he had more time to study it, but now wasn't the time.

After pacing the hanger for a few moments, Zenith felt a disturbance in their mission. With a roll of his eyes, Zenith mused aloud, "What have you gotten yourself into now, Jarrax?" He moved quickly and carefully out of the room, glancing at the screen of his homing device to locate Jarrax. Jarrax is in the OTHER hanger... lovely coincidence... he thought sarcastically. He ran quickly and silently, making his way to the second hanger bay. Stepping out onto an obvervation platform, Zenith saw the scene at hand. There was his friend, surrounded by at least 50 stormtroopers, telling him to drop his weapon.

Zenith surpressed a laugh as he received the summons from Jarrax. Zenith thought back, Look up, amigo. Zenith waited two seconds, just to play with Jarrax's mind, then unclipped two thermal dentonaters from his belt, activated them, and threw them at both groups of Imperials. The detonators exploded, leaving Zenith and Jarrax the only ones left in the room. Zenith slowly ambled down, his hands clasped behind his back, and a lopsided grin on his face. "Quick enough, friend?" He asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

[Jarrax Volk]

Jarrax was now thoroughly annoyed. Just when that captain had been uttering the first syllable of FIRE, Jarrax had caught glimpses of two thermal detonators arcing through the air, on a direct course with the mob surrounding him. Of course, that meant they were headed straight for HIM as well--and Jarrax realized in a micro-second that he would soon become pink mist if he didn't move, and soon. Gathering the Force in one mighty rush, Jarrax tensed, his leg muscles contracting for the leap. A milli-second before the detonation, Jarrax shot straight up, as if from a cannon. The sudden, Force-assisted acceleration seemed to force his canine head between his shoulders. Reaching a support beam, Jarrax grabbed hold, swinging his legs up and over the infrastructure, 50 meters high--just in time to see the aftermath of the twin explosions. Two minature mushroom clouds rose from two rather large craters, charred and cracked plastoid-composite body armor blown in every direction--and a slight pinkish mist still hanging in the air.

Looking over to his left to see Zenith walking nonchalantly toward him, Jarrax let out a low growl, projecting his annoyance through the Force. That nerf-herder only kept that sappy, oh-so-angelic grin on his face. Jarrax tried to stay REALLY mad at his friend for doing something so irresponsible--but he really couldn't. Jumping off the infrastructure, doing a double somersault, and acing the landing--mere inches in front of Zenith, Jarrax only grinned ferally--a strand of white hair hanging down over one eye. "I KNEW you were going to do that Zenith--I had EVERYTHING under control." Jarrax glanced up at the control tower, suddenly remembering the captain--he had gone, evidently saving his own hide. A sudden remembrance jerked Jarrax back to reality. "Zenith! We have to get out of here, and quickly! In case you've forgotten, we only have . . . 5 minutes before this whole ship atomizes! We have to get off this pile of space junk! Did you see a ship in the other hangar? One with a class 1 hyperdrive? Yavin is far enough away, we'll need it to get there--but first we have to get out of here!" Collecting his wits, and reestablishing his calm connection to the Force, Jarrax leaped, from a standing position, and landed in a running stride, loping on all fours toward the next hangar. He only hoped they could reach it in time . . . .

[Ambassidor]

Name: Neela

Species: Human female

Affiliation: None. But she works for a dealer who sells weponry, and spare parts.

Age: 17

Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%2.../anime.jpg?o=43

Special Skill: She shows signs of jedi powers, such as quick reflexes, ect. Also she has the ability of healing, her wounds heal mega fast, and she can speed the healing prosses of others, though she dosent know this.

Weaponry: Blaster

Bio: Neela never knew her parents. She grew up in an orphanage and when she was 15, left to make her own way. She got her job at the weponry place. She couldent stand to work as a waitress or some other such job, shes to smart and adverntous.

[Jaycawbz]

Zenith just laughed at Jarrax as he ran. "Ah, friend, five minutes is like an eternity. And I do believe you're referring to the Lambda-class shuttle. It's big. It'll hold us... it's got a hyperdrive. Slow old thing though. It'll hold out until we get into hyperspace though..."

Zenith then noticed that his companion was gone. "Well! I'm going to stop talking to myself now and run for it..." Zennith broke into a sprint, using the Force to aid his speed. After all, it was hard to keep up with someone with four legs. At last they arrived in the second hanger with about two minutes to spare. Zenith then glanced around, trying to find the best looking shuttle. Finally deciding on one that he liked, he sprinted into it shouting, "All aboard co-pilot! I don't want to have to explain to Master Luke why I left you behind!"

Zenith began starting up the systems, analyzing the gagues and readouts of this machine, attempting to figure out how to fly it. "I'll admit, though, I'm not 100% sure how to work this thing! I've never driven a shuttle of this type before. I'm a little excited, really. I'd much rather be taking a TIE Interceptor out of here. Perhaps another day." Zenith sighed longingly, waiting for his friend to board. Zenith busied himself with studying the weapon systems in the event that they were chased. "This thing's got more armor and shielding than any ship I've flown, though. Good grief, it's like a Y-wing on spice!"

[Jarrax Volk]

It seemed that in his hurry, Jarrax had been heading toward the larger Gamma-class Assault ship. Hastily he wheeled around and made a flying leap into the cargo area of the Lambda-class shuttle Zenith had gotten into. Striding into the cockpit area, Jarrax flopped down in the co-pilot's seat, scrunching his tail into somewhat painful bends--making him scoot forward immediately, grimacing. Flipping switches to cold-start the shuttle, Jarrax leaned forward too fast, catching his singed ear on a sharply offending corner of the shuttle--drawing a little blood. He yelped involuntarily as the edge scraped his blackened ear fur--and then craned his neck forward, rakishly positioned in the chair to avoid begrudging the ship anything else. As the shuttle warmed up, and the clock ticked down, Jarrax had enough brainpower to remark on two things. "Zenith, you know that when this cruiser blows, it's going to kick this shuttle in the pants--and nearly spatter us across the screen in the process? And, I might add," Jarrax said, massaging his outraged tail, "that this shuttle wasn't built for Leonine occupants in mind--remind me to lodge an official protest with Grand Admiral Pellaeon. In the meantime--let's get out of here, please?"

[Jaycawbz]

Zenith gave a slight bow, and smiled. "Of course, sir. Blasting off immediately!" The ships engine came to life, and the ship lifted from the hanger. "Woo doggies Jarrax, hold me back! This things got some sort of KILLER speed limits, and I might just loose control." Zenith said this mockingly, of course, as this sort of a shuttle shared something else in common with a Y-wing; it was slow. Very very slow. In fact, if they weren't in hyperspace in the next two minutes, they'd be dead meat. They flew out of the hanger of the ship, accelerating as fast as the ship would. "We've gotta put some distance inbetween us and that cruiser... I've got the hyperdrive computer working, but I sure would like to be far away from that cruiser before we jump to hyperspace. Just incase something goes wrong. But of course, when I'm at the controls, nothing goes wrong." Zenith softly patted the controls of the ship. "Ain't that right darlin'? You're gonna get us oughtta here fiiiine. Yessir, you won't let me down." Zenith periodically glanced back and forth inbetween the hyperdrive computer, the radar, and where he was flying. "Do me a favor and watch that radar for TIE fighters?" Zenith requested. "I don't need any of those annoying things swarming over us... I don't know what sort of weapons this thing has." Zenith nervously drummed his fingers as they reached cruising speed, much too slow, but perhaps fast enough to get them out of the blast range of the carrier.