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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 3, 2019 16:21:42 GMT -5
Cataclysm
A Star Wars Roleplay
Tended by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ & qixoni Joining Page | Character Page
 The CatalystA long time ago in a galaxy far far away... Twenty years after the disappearance of The Empire, the galaxy remains divided. The New Republic scrambles to establish a footing amidst the chaos and bring a renewed era of peace to its citizens. Unbeknownst to them, the remnants of the imperial fleet have found safe haven in the fringes of the galaxy and seek to lure stray planets under their sway. Only the nascent Resistance stands as the last bastion against a resurgence of imperial forces as Resistance leader Leia Organa and her officers struggle for both respect and supplies from the Senate. A broken transmission detected at the edge of known space has reestablished discord between the two factions. Both parties vie for more information pertaining to the broadcast as both believe the source to be a bounty of Force-users left untouched by the First Orderโs purges. A culture of espionage has erupted as officers on either side continue to pursue leads in hopes of discovering the origin of the messageโฆ. The Desk of the Admiral, SsavโraskโmaaviinaJust inside the galactic boundary, The Sovereignty
25 ABY, 0721
It was to my noted surprise this morning I learned that there may in fact be a tactical advantage to lurking at the edges of known space like wounded hounds. I had for the longest time considered the Orderโs station in Unknown Regions to be a necessary precaution, but one that traded the exposure of our cowardice over that of our fleets. The paranoia of my subordinates is unparalleled, but I find myself confronting more shortcomings in my human peers with every passing day.
The fallibility of humanity is not meant to be the subject of this log, however. The probes placed under the purview of the Cardinal Fleet have finally made themselves of use. A transmission was received just before I arrived on the bridge, and I find myself forced to admit that such an interception would be highly improbable were it not for our location among the most desolate stars. The message was, itself, barely decipherable despite the best efforts of the officers and droids tasked with its decoding, though despite its relative unintelligibility, it produced quite a stir in the general when I brought it to his attention at 0600. I canโt help but wonder if thereโs more to this than what heโs willing to divulge.
0400. 25 ABY. Varkhond.
It was this morning just after 0000 that my men intercepted a disjointed transmission from beyond our radar's perimeter. At first I thought it was a practical joke. Some of the men getting stir crazy- which has been known to happen from time to time. Though under a closer inspection I was convinced of its sincerity. It is hard to decipher in spots, thanks to the damned static of our out of date tech most likely! Though, these minor setbacks aside, we managed to sift through it well enough to understand the indended purpose. It was a distress call. Too corrupted to know for certain where it originated, though that hasn't dampened my passionate curiosity. More follow-up is required on our end of course. I intend to keep my team on it as much as possible without detriment to their health--or efficiency. Some of my peers have speculated the import of this transmission and I am inclined to agree with them. Though I will keep a lid on things for now, I can't allow myself to get too ahead of the curve. At least until we can sort out more of the details. Or until someone above my station decides to end this blasted stagnation to send me and mine out for a more intimate look.
Finally something interesting is unfolding before me. I can't wait to see how the rest of this mystery comes to fruition! Welcome to Cataclysm! This is a Star Wars roleplay set five years prior to The Force Awakens co-run by me (๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ) and qixoni. While we try to keep the timeline grounded in canon (aside from ocs), we kinda play it fast and loose with plot to keep it interesting. Basically, it's a sandbox with an underlying story we encourage you and your characters to try to sniff out. Wander around the galaxy, take a load off, or pursue the First Order with an insatiable dogma! The choice is yours, and we support you all the way (well, most of the way. We have to keep order somehow). We're just here to have a good old fashioned fun time in the Star Wars lore, and we're hoping you are too. |
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 3, 2019 16:22:02 GMT -5
RulesOut of Character - Follow the Community Guidelines
Self explanatory! Just don't do anything that would get you or anyone else on the thread in trouble. We're all just trying to live our best lives. - Stay in Your Lane
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Listen, we get it, life comes first! As college students, we totally understand. We don't ask that you pop in every single day, but signing up does signify a commitment, both to us, and your fellow roleplayers who may be left hanging if you blip out for weeks on end. If you know in advance of an event that will keep you from stopping in, just let us know. We'll be sure to do the same with you. - Literacy
We don't expect anything fancy. No one expects a novel, we promise. But as in all things, be respectful of who you're roleplaying with. Avoid one-liners. Try to match what your partner's dishing out. Advance the interaction somehow. Spice things up. Really, we want to keep things moving, so do your best not to stall out. [Password: Toniray] - Don't Cross Your Wires
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We understand that "playing" as canon characters is a lot of the appeal of a roleplay like this. While we're not against the occasional appearance of a face from the films, comics or books, we believe that keeping the canon characters as npcs will allow for a freer atmosphere as no one will be pressured to live up to a pre-established character or feel left out if a favorite of yours was already claimed. We feel that one of the greatest aspects of the Star Wars universe is its openness to experimentation, and as such we encourage you to try your hand and something beyond the canon. - No Creating Force-Users
Because of the situation of our story and the placement of the roleplay in the years between Return of the Jedi and The Force Awakens, it, canonically, is more than likely that there are no Force-users running around that would not have come up in the movies or other such media. Because of this, and because we do have a desire to maintain a level playing field amongst posters, we feel that at the current state of the thread, Force-users would only lead to chaos. It's important to note we have plans to lift this rule sometime in the future as the story progresses, so fear not! As it stands currently, however, we'd like to test the waters and try to make sure everyone has the best possible experience. [Note: this rule does not apply to those with an innate Force sensitivity. We simply don't want people wielding the Force as full blown Jedi/Sith. Those desiring characters with Force sensitivity will be dealt with on a case by case basis] - Please Utilize Third Person
Aside from dialogue, of course, we would by far prefer any posters to use third person in their writings. It just sounds better that way, and we'd like to keep things uniform. - No Metagaming
Our goal is to create a story that is constantly unfolding, in order to create a more immersive experience as you work to uncover the secrets of the galaxy. [Password 2: Wine] As such, you might know things that your character doesn't. In order to keep things running smoothly, avoid acting on knowledge your character shouldn't have.
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 3, 2019 16:22:13 GMT -5
Affiliations
The First Order
A military junta founded out of the ashes of The Empire after a daring escape of personnel to the Unknown Regions following the Battle of Jakku. Their time in hiding constituted of a rearmament that was in direct violation of the Galactic Concordance which stipulated the terms for the end of the Galactic Civil War. The Order functions as a military state, with one's rank being tied to one's influence and status throughout the whole of their society.
Governed by a mysterious Supreme Leader Snoke with intentions as dubious as his origins, as well a triumvirate consisting of the nearly as mystifying Kylo Ren, General Hux and Captain Phasma, the First Order's sights are clearly set on the galactic dominance once held by their predecessors. Having claimed minor planets outside the Trans-Hydian Borderlands, they have already begun their colonization attempts, stealing children to pad their ranks, and issuing Kylo Ren, Jedikiller, to destroy any and all citizens with Force affinity.
The First Order is currently locked in a cold war with the New Republic. The Resistance
A nascent organization founded by General Leia Organa, and modeled after the Alliance to Restore the Republic, in order to combat the encroachment of the First Order in the face of the New Republic's unwillingness to seek action. it is by some terms a scrappy conglomerate of humans and aliens aligned with General Organa's views that the First Order poses a significant threat to the freedom of the galaxy.
Though tolerated by Republic, it is considered to be somewhat extremist in that it engages in open warfare with the Order, in violation of the Galactic Concordance. Currently stationed on D'Qar, it is chronically underfunded and undermanned. The New Republic
A democratic government currently headed by Chancellor Lanever Villecham and created in the likeness of the Republic in the years before the Clone Wars, where the senate was comprised of member worlds that may seek an audience in order to have their voice heard fairly among the galaxy. Unlike the Republic of old, there is no centralized capital world. The capital rotates through member worlds so that each may have a chance at hosting the seat of the New Republic. The capital is currently Republic City, Hosnian Prime.
Though the New Republic is embroiled in a cold war with the First Order, Chancellor Villecham maintains that the Order is of no threat, and as such continues to refuse to take action against them. Parhelion
An assortment of loosely affiliated, unseemly sentients aligned under the authority of Helioc. Members of Parhelion (often referred to as "Sun Dogs") may claim that they are respectable citizens, but in truth, are often working as arms dealers to factions within the Order.
Parhelion formed in the relative lawlessness of the immediate post-Galactic Concordance Galaxy, and filled the vacuum of weapons manufacturing and distribution to any and all coteries in need. They have been linked above all to the First Order, the Cardinal Fleet in particular. Unaligned
While there are many factions within the galaxy, there are those who keep true to the motto "don't join." The galaxy is home to no shortage of renegades and bounty hunters, blockade runners and slicers, and even those who somehow manage to keep their nose out of criminal activity. Plenty make their home outside of wider galactic conflict, though it is unlikely that they wouldn't somehow be touched by the impacts... |
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 3, 2019 16:22:25 GMT -5
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 4, 2019 11:06:23 GMT -5
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 4, 2019 11:19:00 GMT -5
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 4, 2019 11:20:47 GMT -5
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 4, 2019 11:21:22 GMT -5
Hey Folks we're officially open for business! Come say hi.
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 5, 2019 7:58:49 GMT -5
Osric - Lost in ContemplationPylat Parlor, The Veil Teashop,
Midrimย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย While every lounge and hall of The Veil possessed its own unique charm and appeal, Osric often found himself of the mind that the Pylat Parlor was one of the hidden gems within the walls of his little teashop. Gilded with the sort of extravagance that may have been more at home in the days before the Clone Wars, the parlor felt like an illicit remnant of an era on the brink of myth. His own personal view into the profligacy of yesteryear. A remnant that escaped the tide of time's purges.
The parlor was not entirely his own, of course. Nothing in the teashop was, save for the small--but far from humble-- apartment above it where he spent the intermittent hours between the pulse of guests wandering in and out of The Veil's walls. Any patron was welcome to stumble into the Pylat Parlor and recline across a plush seat and stare up at the luxe mural sprawled out across the ceiling. The mural, Osric supposed, is what fascinated him the most about the room. It had been painted by a renowned ithorian artist whose name had long since escaped his memory and depicted the mating display of two bull pylats. The display was presumably for the benefit of whomever was seated in the parlor. Those attempting to choose between the two suitors would find themselves challenged, as the birds were identical, aside from the rightmost one, whose throat was slit and leaking blood across the glossy white of his feathers. The blood was the only splash of crimson in the parlor which kept its color palette to a muted but reverent ivory and gold.
Osric sat up from his repose on a velvet fainting couch and reached for the cup of tea steaming on the console beside him. To let a brew go cold was near sacrilegious to the umbaran, especially one as expensive and coveted as the one steeping in his hands. The cup itself was a sturdy black creation with a lack of ornate flair that infested much of his collection. The only semblance of vivacity present in the teacup was the faint shimmer that crept across its surface when exposed to the amber lamplight. The tea itself was a murky blue and tasted exceedingly bitter despite the copious amount of nectar he'd stirred in.
After a slow sip of his exquisite concoction, Osric pulled himself to standing. His ruby robes slipped down the the length of his waist. A vornskr huffed from under the fainting couch and soon clawed its way out with a huff and snuffle.
"Hello sweetheart," Ozzy purred down at his pet, "Where's your sister, hm?"
The question didn't need answering. Around. She'd be there if he needed her. The pair of vornskrs orbited him in shifts, though they were never far apart. The extra protection they provided was necessary when it came to dealing with the less reputable of guests that might come to The Veil for certain, not necessarily legal, goods.
Ozzy kept his cup close to his chest as he made his way from the parlor, his beloved pet padding close behind him. The moment he stepped out, she would find some nook or crevice to hide in. Osric was not, after all, in the business of making his guests feel threatened.
A purple twi'lek met him just as his pet skittered into the shadows. Her headtails were coiled around her neck like a twitching violet scarf. Though Ozzy was not versed in the more abstract aspects of Ryl, he could tell his aid was twitterpated.
"My lord," her voice was as soft as wind chimes as she bowed and let one of her lekku fall from her shoulder, "Senator Volderos is waiting for you in the Black Lily Room."
Osric arched a brow as he shifted his weight into his right hip. Senator Volderos. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. He doubted someone with his resources was stopping by for tea...
"Tell him I'll be there presently. I see no need to keep him waiting," Osric examined the underside of his nails briefly before looking down at his aid, who had stood from her bow and began winding through the halls of swirling incense.
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Post by แต แถฆหฃแตโฟแถฆ on Aug 5, 2019 9:15:19 GMT -5
Renet Volderos
The Ardent Envoy, afternoon It had been a leisurely journey for the Senator thus far. He had been travelling aboard his personal cruiser, along with one of his aids, on a standard press tour. Visiting the smaller worlds who relied on him to look out for their best interests and to ensure they remembered he was without a doubt the man they wanted for such a job. However such a task, flying from system to system, shaking hands with his allies, winning the hearts of the new generation, was tiring for anyone. Even a man like Renet.
Renet's cruiser was known as The Ardent Envoy, for wherever he went he made sure to wear his standard vivacity and joviality that everyone knew him for. Putting on a broad smile and offering up laughter that reverberated from the pit of his being like a distant thunderstorm, all to put those around him at ease. Renet loved his job, he was very good at it, though now as he reclined in his personal chamber aboard Ardent Envoy, he could feel exhaustion seeping into his bones. The low mechanical whirring one might expect on-board a ship was nonexistent here. A feature the Arcona designer had been supremely proud of, the cruiser could soar through space just as still and smooth as if it wasn't moving at all. In some ways this was nice, it certainly helped when Renet would throw impromptu soirees to finalize a new treaty. The steadiness in that context was a blessing. However, when the Senator laid in his room hoping for something to guide his meandering mind. The silence was maddening.
Thoughts began to tiptoe their way into his stream of consciousness, thoughts that Renet found incredibly rude. Reminders of the state of the galaxy, reminders of his past regrets. These intruders in his normally cheerful mind weighed on his shoulders like a boulder, threatening too him in. Though he wasn't about to be stopped by saboteurs in his own mind. With a low groan, rubbing his fingertips along his temples and into his hair, he sat up. Gazing around at the lavishly decorated bedroom, with silver drapery that seemed to shift and dance in the low light and a cobalt blue rug along the floor. Woven with twin Manka cats, reaching out for his house's symbol which seemed to shine above them both. Illuminating the dreary wilderness around them. Renet had always felt a swell of pride when his father used to tell him stories of their ancestors. Going to political summits on Alderaan, making a positive change in the galaxy wherever they could. No Volderos ever wronged anyone without due cause, that's what he'd always said with a cheeky wink that told Renet all he needed to know.
Sliding off the bed onto his feet, which were bare, he began padding out along the soft rug to the door. Turning for a moment to glance back at a mirror that hung on the eastern wall, running both hands through his hair to tousle it in a more attractive way before shooting himself a wink and stepping out into the central lounge of the cruiser. Smaller than some but what it lacked in size it made up for in style. Bright ivories and silvers, gold and blue, filled the room. With a circular couch positioned before a holo-projector and in one part of the room there was a minibar that was manned by a droid, currently powered down. As Renet scanned the room he spotted his aid sitting hunched over her datapad on the very edge of the couch. Puffed up and precariously perched, Renet couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. His poor Omwati aid always got so flustered when he called her a brilliant bird, though her posture really did little to dissuade him.
"Ellaris, darling think of your lower back when you sit like that. I'd hate for you to develop a hunch." As he spoke his voice filled the room with a warmth that turned the stark colors more welcoming. Renet made his way to the bar-tending droid and woke him up with a lower aside, "one glass of champagne- if we still have the kind from Corellia I'd prefer that. I know we recently had a bit of a carousing session recently so I understand if we need to restock."
Slowly the droid whirred and clicked to life, every line on the droid was sleek and he wore a metal bow-tie that was a striking cobalt blue--per Renet's instruction. It took less than a minute for the droid to produce the Corellian champagne, his eyes twinkling as a tinny voice replied.
"At once, Senator." Before Renet could even thank him, the droid had produced a flute of golden liquid that shimmered and fizzed delightfully in his hand. The longer he gazed at the bubbles dancing and weaving in the air the more he was reminded of how much he needed a break. With a long sip and an exhale, Renet turned his attentions to Ellaris.
"Darling, do me a favor a plot a course for the mid-rim, I have an appointment to keep." Renet purred as his eyes became lidded, it had been too long since he treated himself to one of his guiltier pleasures, he meant to rectify that at once.
"Sir, I've asked you don't call me that so casually. It looks bad. Your image is very important and I won't be party to your apparent need to come off as a lecherous old man." The avian woman huffed as her petite frame shot up like a crack of a whip, folding her arms to tight across her chest her feathered neck and cheeks bristled and her clothes tugged. Renet couldn't help but shoot her a wolfish grin, leaning against a support to look her over.
"Ellaris, you're blushing." The senator cooed, if nothing else just to watch her eyes widen and her mouth fall open in indignant distress before she growled. Jabbing a finger in the air at him in a silent reprimand before she turned on her heel and scurried off to the bridge to tell their pilot where Renet was dragging them to next. Once she had flitted off, Renet reclined once more onto the couch. Gazing into the golden liquid, which caught the light and cast a yellowish veil over his features. Smirking to himself Renet felt a wave of excitement building up in his chest, it had been so long since he'd done this, he couldn't wait. Renet Volderos
The Veil Teashop, evening Time had gone by quicker than Renet anticipated, it seemed he had only dozed off for a moment when he had felt the landing gear engaging, a sound he had grown a rather Pavlovian response to, for as soon as things settled he had hopped up to his feet and hurried over to strap on his boots. Tying the laces of the white heeled boots that tied off just above the knee, draping a cloak around his shoulders that tinged with silver, he called out over his shoulder to Ellaris or whoever else was listening as he was already mostly out the airlock.
"I'm going out for awhile! No need to wait up." Then like a ghost he was gone. Making his way through the streets, going to a mysterious place he had heard of in his travels. He'd been waiting for an excuse to pay it a visit, now that his work had stalled out a bit Renet was brimming with eagerness and curiosity. Not to mention it was recommended to him for something he hadn't been able to experience in some years, quality spice.
Luckily, Renet was no stranger to navigating twisting streets and back-alleys. Even in his finery, Renet plunged himself into the darker portions of the city with no issue. With only a few choice stops to ask for directions, or rather to confirm he was going the right way, he didn't need to go nearly as far as he'd once anticipated. The Veil stood before him and he could already smell heady incense and hear soft conversation outside the main doors. Which the senator took as a good sign, besides he hadn't done any press work in this part of the mid-rim yet. It allowed for him to ease his normal apprehension. The odds of someone recognizing him out here was minimal. Taking a deep breath to summon up his winning smile, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside.
Upon entry he was greeted by an array of sights and sounds. Subdued but engaging colors, a low hum of music that drawled on to induce a hypnotic atmosphere, and a variety of sentients relaxing and speaking casually to one another. Renet found it to be a charming teashop, certainly, but it wasn't the tea that had earned his attention. Though, once he caught the eye of a purple Twi'lek woman he grinned. Maybe there is more here to entertain me than I thought. With a renewed purpose Renet strode over to her, raising a hand to hail her as he flashed her a bright smile.
"Pardon me miss, I was wondering if I might be able to arrange a meeting with the owner. I've heard he is a collector of choice remedies and I have come a long way to see if these rumors are truth. Though, I admit I'm in no rush. . . Certainly not now that I've seen what a lovely flower has been cultivated here before me." Renet purred as he took her hand and bowed slightly to press his lips to her knuckles. "Is there perhaps somewhere we could have a moment alone? Privacy is very important to me." His tone dripped with a honeyed edge as he met her eyes. Slowly rising a bit and searching her face, wondering if he'd laid it on too thick but the Twi'lek merely covered her mouth and batted her eyes before shaking her head a bit.
"Please, follow me. I can fetch the owner for you," Renet took keen note of the way her lekku twitched and wrapped around her own shoulders as she turned and guided him into a back room. Renet had spent enough evenings with Twi'lek's to know his little flirtation had worked, but he admired her professionalism. In fact her reacting to coolly to his advance merely endeared her to him more. The owner had trained his staff well.
Once the pair made their way into a darker room, lit only by a few stray candles, she bowed and gestured for him to have a seat. Which he did gladly, brushing his cloak aside and sitting he shot her one more cursory glance and she cleared her throat. Which caused Renet to snicker under his breath.
"I'll wait here then, but do promise we'll see each other again-- I'm not finished with you yet little flower." The senator winked and she bit her lip, managing only a nod as she vanished again into the crowd, the door clicking shut behind her. Renet exhaled and leaned back with a grin, it felt good to just be himself again for a bit. Without the responsibility of being picked apart by the public eye. As he sat in the opulent parlor, he let his mind wander. To begin imagining what the owner of such a place might be like. |
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Post by ๐ฒษดแดแดแดสแดแดแด ๐ตแดแดแดแดส โ on Aug 5, 2019 10:44:28 GMT -5
Osric - Greeting a GuestEn Route to the Black Lily Room, The Veil Teashop,
Midrim Suffice to say that anyone who was anyone had heard of Senator Volderos. The New Republic was not quite as cluttered as the old, and a pretty face like his could hardly go unnoticed, especially when he insisted on broadcasting at every fitting occasion (even some occasions that were unfitting, but that was, after all, a matter of taste, which is not something senators were especially known for).
Osric knew little of the senator beyond what was said in his parlors, and though he respected his guests and their patronage, he would be fooling himself if he didn't admit that most of their talk was little more than back alley gossip. He'd heard whispers of a connection to the Resistance, but then again, what politician didn't have some rumor about dealings with them or the First Order tied around their ankle? After Senator Organa announced her breaking with the New Republic in favor of orchestrating an unseemly band of rogues, politics had gotten notably more scattered.
With a sigh, Ozzy pressed his fingertips to the soft flesh just below his eye. The swirling thoughts of intrigue and device reminded him of his reasoning for abstaining from the wider conflicts of the galaxy. Osric dealt with senators, of course. More than perhaps was his fair share. There were fewer beings with more power and influence to burn through in the galaxy than elected officials, and quite a few were governed more so by vice than by virtue. Ozzy being a reputable purveyor of vice, among other things, made him a perfect fit for those officials with more clandestine cravings.
He had dealt with Officers of the First Order too, though their appearances were markedly more fewer and farer between. They came disguised as civilians, trading the rigid angles of their uniforms for the tatted garments of pirates and smugglers. To show up in their Order's regalia would be to incite an ancient sort of fear. So closely modeled after uniforms of the Empire, it sparked to life terror in those who had lived through the Civil War, and dread in others who had grown up alongside the tattered alleyway propaganda. But Osric was no fool. There was no disguising their allegiance when the severe lines of their clothes made their home in flesh as much as fabric. Gaunt scowls, sharp posture. They all desired the same as the senators. The most coveted of all illicits: spice.
Osric would never say when he started selling it. It seemed a most natural of developments. As in all things, he only sought the best. He dressed the golden dust up in the ornate tins of his teashop and presented it as a treasure. It was, to some. It was subsistence; the only thing that gave their life color. Osric never partook in it. He was perfectly happy with his tea.
As Ozzy made his way through the halls and parlors of his shop, he moved like he was made out of liquid. It was if his body itself was suspended on the air that parted around him. His patrons parted too. Many of the denizens were sprawled across the ground on red velvet cushions, gathered around low tables as they sipped on their brews or conversed in low tones. A few offered him drowsy smiles, which Osric barely acknowledged.
When he was just outside the Black Lily Room, his twi'lek aid reappeared from the folds of fabric draped across the walls. She had a distinct twinge of magenta across her cheeks and Osric couldn't help but let out a thin sigh. How he wished the senators would stop flirting with his staff, "Thank you, D'rata. Please go tend to the collection, if you would. There are a few cups in need of a thorough cleaning."
She bowed again, clearing the stars from her eyes, "Yes, my lord," she stood and vanished behind a heavy tapestry.
Many of the back halls and staff areas within The Veil were concealed behind swaths of fabric and linens that adorned near every wall. There were no windows in the whole of the shop. There wasn't a need. The lighting was a perpetual, sultry glow that echoed the warmth of the brewing tea. It kept the place cozy, though it placed The Veil in what felt like its own reality, separate and apart. From the bustle and breath of the rest of the galaxy.
Osric drew in a breath and coaxed a strand of glossy hair from his eyes with the point of his nail. Another one quickly took its place in his vision, but he didn't make a move to acknowledge it.
The Black Lily Room was directly in front of him. It was not one he often used for receptions, but it was as fitting a place as any for an audience with the Senator. Dark as the name suggested, it held its own air of mystery that seemed to lurk in the shadowed corners of the hall like a narglatch waiting to strike.
Osric pushed past the drapery that separated it from the rest of the shop. His eyes found the senator in an instant. Dressed as he was, how could he not?
"Senator Volderos," Ozzy purred and let the curtain fall closed behind him. He offered only his nebulous smile as the red silk of his robe pooled around his feet as if it were pouring off his shoulders, "I must say I was perplexed when D'rata told me you had arrived. Most men of your standing prefer to arrive by appointment only."
His voice betrayed neither the surprise he mentioned nor any form of disappointment. He let his eyes scan across the Senator but made no other betrayal of sentiment.
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Post by Gold on Aug 7, 2019 18:57:39 GMT -5
Hello, saying hi. As far as I know this is probably the first Star Wars roleplay on the site in about a year, so of course I'm trying to write up and adapt some of my characters to join. I might have trouble keeping up with you all though. By no means I think I'm bad at writing, just not usually capable of dispensing mini-novellas per post like the both of you seem to be able to  |
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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 8, 2019 8:31:53 GMT -5
{This looks amazing and I would love to join but itโs probably going to take me a while to make my characters as I am really busy this weekend and can also tend to be rather obsessive when writing anything Star Wars related.}
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Post by Gold on Aug 15, 2019 21:16:47 GMT -5
Still alive?
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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 15, 2019 21:31:02 GMT -5
{Idk.}
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