From Ashes - Star Wars RP (Open!)

(okay thanks. I'll get to work on it momentarily.)

The cloudy night sky overhead prevented much light from shining down upon the forest floor. The wind was strong, typical for the storm heavy planet of Zeffo. The large forest planet located in the outer rim had been thought abandoned, but upon recent recovery of old Imperial data it seemed that there was a research station near a remote ghost town. Since the end of the war, most rebel snipers that stayed through the establishment of the New Republic became scouts, investigating leads on imperial outposts and pinpointing them for research and recovery teams. Drome detested these jobs, as he rarely got to see any of the discoveries and the majority of his time he spent wandering through rough terrain in search of a couple of buildings. The last thing he got to shoot at was an aggressive Wyyyschokk on Kashyyyk a few months back. Now once again he found himself trudging through a muggy forest bored out of his mind. He once again checked his holographic map to make sure he was headed in the right direction. "It looks like the outpost nearby. I can't wait to get off of this planet and somewhere that doesn't rain everyday."

(yeah. That final mission was friggin scary though. I thought BD was gonna die for a second.)

"I didn't see any markings either." Drome stated, drawing his rifle from where it rested along his back. He scoped in towards where the ship dropped behind the mountains and out of eyesight. "I don't see anything else, though. We'll just have to be careful when we get to- Wait!" He refocused his sight so as to enhance the sight picture. "There's a door just over there. Looks like we found that Venator." He pointed at a faded red and white door, hardly distinguishable through the plant life that had taken over. "Hopefully that'll lead to the outpost."

( I'll add her, welcome aboard! )


Taking one final well-aimed shot at another trooper, Makra leaped from the branch she'd been crouching on. She used the Force to assist her in making a safe landing. Loose dirt seemed to move as though the air of the ground itself had cushioned her fall. She ignited her saber immediately as she landed, slashing the blasters of the two soldiers she'd landed in front of. She performed a quick dash, holding her saber alarmingly close to the throat of the trooper known as Rookie. Makra maneuvered her way around him so that he was a shield of sorts. "Let's see where his loyalties lie, shall we?" She gave a small waving motion behind him, uttering a suggestion with the backing of the force. "You are a rebel spy, and you will attack the captain as soon as he lowers his guard."

With that in play, she spoke loudly and clearly to Bal. "Captain. It would appear I've got one of your men at my mercy," she noted. "I will give you one chance to lower your weapons. A Jedi's patience only goes so far." She put on a rather snobby tone for the last bit. If all this worked, she could flee into the base and locate Chol. Hopefully Bal was half the man she expected he was. There were plenty of Imperials who would sacrifice their men for a single kill.

We sure do love our Special Forces in this roleplay lol.

It's not like anyone in particular started the trend though, right?

... right? .w.

also, insert obligatory "a clone, lizard, and reformed Inquisitor walk into a bar" joke here)


Retazyn grumbled audibly. Bored out of their minds, of course they wanted to go through an ancient wrecked capital ship's innards as a shortcut. To be honest, it definitely appealed to him as well, but...

"Fine," he relented. "Move carefully. Easy for sssoft things to get lossst, break bonesss."

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(I had plans for this one you jerkwaffle.)

"No! Nope! No!" Rookie went as the lightsaber went up to his throat. "No! Nnno..." he seized up, and muttered, "I am a Rebel spy and I will attack the Captain as soon as he lowers his guard... Nope! Please no!" Back to normal.

Bal's aim was absolutely solid, even with his E-11 held one-handed as he tried to circle around. But, there wasn't any chance he would get a clear shot. He stopped moving, his chest heaving slowly. The soldiers watched them both, the ones unarmed quite already a safe distance away, if they had bothered to retrieve their holdout blasters.

Just one shot. Another sacrifice for the Empire. Another hero fallen on Endor, taken by horrid circumstance. Makra would be wide-open for every single trooper in the clearing, another shot from him. Or a blast from the flash pistol, or he could rush her with the electrobaton and pin her down. With just the one shot, it could be over. Heck, if anyone approached her at all it would be over. Any good Imperial soldier would do it, calculate the costs and benefits and come to the conclusion that one expendable stormtrooper was worth the mission, and definitely the Atlas Protocol.

But the blaster started to shake. Rookie -- Ilek -- was her brother. The damned fool signed onto Imperial military service in the hopes of following in the footsteps of his now-dead Special Forces big sister and her "legendary" commander Kaizen, but of course he wasn't cut out for it. Still, a promise was a promise, and Bal had to run the gamut of every possible favor and excuse he could come up with to keep Rookie in the same deployments as him, just to keep an eye on the fool to make sure he didn't get himself blasted in the hopes that one day he'd make it or go home, as long as it wasn't as ashes in a pot.

With every other Aurek lost to Endor, Bal wasn't ready to lose even the honorary one.

The E-11 fell limply from his hand onto the ground. "You," he started, before letting a beat pass. Bal's voice was dangerously low, the tranquil fury giving only the barest hints of the raging inferno threatening to break out. "are going to pay for this. Whatever you're doing to do -- do it now."

yay,more charries )
 oh,yes,they make quite a group,dont they? lol clone,lizard,ex-Inquisitor,pssh)

Azodaa Kavrol // 30 // Togruta // Female // Neutral(New Republic Friendly) // Spacer // Force Sensitive? [Yes]

Physical Description – Azodaa is a blue skinned Togruta with white markings on her face consisting of a stripe running from her bottom lip to just below her chin,two white dots above her brow and two below each eye,her blue eyes themselves outlined in white.Her montrals are of average length for her age,spiraling about five inches up from her head,while her lekku reach just to her mid-chest. Her normal outfit consists of a skintight purple bodysuit with triangle cutouts on each upper arm,over the bodysuit she wears a tan tunic open in the front but held in place by a belt from which hangs her traditional Togruta sash.

Equipment – A silver hilted lightsaber which has a light blue blade. Azodaa also has a Mon Calamari DeepWater-class lightfreighter named Star Wake.

Brief Personality – Azodaa is a very caring person, always first to offer aid,even to a stranger.Some would see that as a weakness,but the way she sees it is,since she has the ability to help someone,she will. Even if this makes her come off as naive,she is anything but,having gone through the nightmares of Order 66 and the war that followed,she is well hardened in heart to know when to make hard decisions.

History (optional) – Azodaa was but a youngling when Order 66 was initiated,having no master yet,but a close relationship with the Padawan Devor Kellam who would take her teaching into his hands after his current master,Ilar Ven gave his life to allow Azodaa and Devor to escape from Clones who turned on them. Spending many years on a planet thought safe,Azodaa was trained in the ways of the Jedi under Devor,till their refuge was compromised by the arrival of two Inquisitors. Giving his life as his former master had,Devor made Azodaa flee,trusting to her what knowledge he could give her for future Jedi. Azodaa soon joined the Rebellion,wanting to fight to finally end the reign of the Empire who had taken much from her,her missions with them leading to her fateful encounter with a young Inquisitor,Oamoro who would become her apprentice and follow her teachings into the light after being raised in the dark. After the defeat of the Empire on Endor,Azodaa left the Rebellion,her mission to right the past wrongs complete,she is not sure where her path will lead now.

Code Word (found in the rules) - Korriban



Kepa 'The Blue Medusa' Kyral // 44 // Nautolan // Female // Neutral(New Republic Friendly) // Bounty Hunter // Force Sensitive? [No]

Physical Description – Kepa has cyan colored skin,with many white circular tattoos running down her arms and each tentacle on her head.She has a narrow angular face and large scarlet red eyes.Her head tentacles reach down to her waist,several bearing leather bands and decorative beads.Her garb consists of a orange flightsuit,the top part usually worn tied around her waist,with a blue and purple breastplate with mismatched armor pieces painted in a similar matter on her forearms and shins.The most notable item she wears is a long red cape bearing the design of a blue Hydroid Medusa sending off sparks.She is normally seen wearing a specialized breath mask that had goggles allowing different modes of vision,and tubes that led a filtration tank on her back which can filter out multiple toxins and allow her to breathe for a short amount of time in vacuum.

Equipment – A modified Dx-13 blaster a bandolier of stun grenades.

Brief Personality – Kepa is rather brash and bold,not afraid to speak her mind,especially when she knows shes right and everyone else is just stupid. Her bold personality has gotten her into trouble multiple times and has made her quite notorious in various hubs of underworld trades in many systems. Aside from the fact of thinking very highly of herself and seeing herself as the best of the best in the bounty hunting trade,shes not exactly wrong.The main reason many know her though,is because of the time she jokingly called herself the 'Queen of the Bounty Hunters'.She hasn't lived it down since.

History (optional) – Kepa has been in the bounty hunting trade most her life,starting during the Clone Wars and been earning a name for herself since. She was seen as a bit of a rebel among other bounty hunters though,shocking many when she sometimes forewent payment 'out of the goodness of her heart' because the bulk of her employers were poor families turned on by pirates and thugs. It didn't take long for her to become notorious and a bit of a laughing stock after that. What really got to other bounty hunters though was when the Empire came to the fore in the galaxy,Kepa decided to side with the Rebellion instead.

Code Word (found in the rules) - Korriban





Rroma 'Longtooth' Sk'eer // 51 // Kaleesh // Male // Neutral(New Republic Friendly) // Bounty Hunter // Force Sensitive? [No]

Physical Description – Rroma towers over most species,even considered giant among his people,he always stands out in a crowd.His striking features help with that as well.Rroma has dark orange skin,though most is covered by white bandages that cover his arms,legs and chest.His clothing consists of a light open brown tunic and worn dark brown pants that end just above the ankle of his digitigrade legs.At his shoulders he wears along rich purple cloak fastened with gold pin and cord with a matching purple head scarf adorned with a gold cord and red beads.His nickname of Longtooth is apparent by the long tusks that sprout from his jaw and chin,poking out from under his white skeletal mask decorated with two black stripe running across the left eye and a black band across the nose.

Equipment – A modified Imperial Heavy repeater and a short vibro-ax

Brief Personality – Rroma is sure of himself and his place in the world,because he made it so after escaping his planet and his people. His determination to find himself and to make a name for himself is what drove him to leave,as he wouldnt be able to do so under the discerning gaze of his family.He soon grew more confident after he was left to his own devices and that change of character made him a much more confident bounty hunter.He is respected and sometimes feared by other bounty hunters he comes across,which makes many wonder why he chose to follow The Blue Medusa.

History (optional) – Leaving his people was Rroma's first step towards becoming who he is now.Revered,trusted,depended upon,and perhaps feared.He came across Kepa just after he left his homeworld of Kalee,during the midst of the Clone Wars.Her personality and manner confused and annoyed him even at fist,but after seeing how she carried herself even amongst ridicule,and the kindness she showed towards the less fortunate,Rroma soon felt respect towards her.Since those days he has been her loyal companion,aiding in her hunts and protecting her when she gets in over her head.Rroma knows he could succeed very well on his own,his skills just as good as Kepa's,but he see's no need,as he has now found his true home.

Code Word (found in the rules) - Korriban

Cole knew they were getting close considering how strongly he felt the Jedi's presence increase. He could feel his heart racing though he made sure to keep himself calmed and composed. Cole briefly glanced back at the troopers knowing they most likely wouldn't survive this encounter. "Prepare yourselves, we are almost there."

im just gonna post a starter...anyone feel free to join in o.o))



Azodaa pulled back from the controls,stretching in her seat as the Star Wake went through the final landing procedures,setting down gently on the well-used landing pad. It had been a long run of endless drops and quick hyperspace jumps,but at least the job was done.Smuggling was profitable,but it sure could be tedious.Rising from her seat,Azodaa headed for her bunk to grab a few things before exploring her new,but temporary,location.Donning a worn travel cloak,she released the controls on the hatch and made her way out onto the sunlit landing pad of Lothal City.Lothal.It sure had been awhile since she visited the outer rim planet.Back then,the Empire still had control and she and her team had to be in and out after rendezvousing with the local cell located on the planet. It had definitely changed since she'd been gone,the streets seemed...brighter? As if a weight had been lifted from the citizens shoulders. Securing her ship,Azodaa set off towards the center of the city,seeking to gain the lay of the land,and perhaps find a temporary hideout till she could meet her employer and get paid for her smuggling job.

whichever you prefer,just want to roleplay something,lol,so up to you if you want to make a character for ...wherever im going with Azodaa-not sure what im doing with her)

Drome pressed on towards the door. As the group neared, he began to notice more betraying features; large scraps of metal stuck in the ground, faded paint becoming more noticeable and even old auto turrets sticking out from the hull, which stuck out of the ground at an awkward angle. "I'll admit, I've always wanted to see the inside of a Venator." Drome stated in a casual tone. "Heard some of the clone war veterans talk about them when I was young, but I never got to see one myself."

Retazyn spared a glance towards Oamoro after her spiel, clearly a bit surprised -- for the most part, she had remained completely silent as they scouted out the wetlands. "You two know these shipsss?" he asked. If she did, then perhaps taking a shortcut through one might not be as half-baked an idea as it originally seemed, as he was much more unfamiliar with the design and, like Drome, he hadn't ever seen one in service during his life.

As they approached the bulkhead, Retazyn pressed ahead, and drew one of his larger knives as he placed a hand on the door, and pressed the side of his head against it, trying to hear for any sound of machinery or signs of running power.

None, at least in this section. That at least meant this bulkhead's magnetic locks weren't functioning. With that said, he dug the knife between the bulkhead's doors in a single motion, prying the first set of the doors open just enough to pry his fingers in and give himself the leverage to start forcing open the airlock. He slid himself in with a growl as he struggled against what must've been decades of disrepair and rust as the bulkhead slowly but surely started to slide open. "Hyrragh!"

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After a few moments, it seemed apparent that Azodaa was, perhaps, being shadowed.

A figure wearing heavy clothes occasionally appeared in close proximity, either conveniently just walking out of view into an alley or a large animal or speeder, or mixed in with the crowd, seemingly browsing the occasional kiosk. Either way, each time they seemed particularly familiar, as if a specter always in the corner of Azodaa's vision.

(Oh who, who could it be~)

This time, her shadow was quite in the open, also directly in the path of the speeder. Their cloak flared open widely as they made some sort of under-handed throwing motion with their arms, shortly before dropping flat onto the ground and barely avoiding being ran over by hiding in the clearance between the repulsor vehicle and the ground.

Almost as soon as it passed over, they easily rolled back into their feet, and looked directly towards Azodaa, as he started to make his way towards an alley — the green-tinted goggles, and the long mask gave them away as a Kubaz.

More importantly, it was making gestures at her — some form of sign, as if to beckon her in its direction.

The Kubaz clasped it’s gloved hands, evidently enthusiastic that Azodaa followed it, before it started signing at her rapid-fire, while also speaking in its high-pitched, warbly native tongue. The meaning was deliberately obvious enough, as he pointed towards his snout and vocalized it: Do you understand me?

The being sighed exasperatedly, before pointing towards its goggles. “Green eyes is me,” it spoke in clipped Basic with an extremely nasally accent, not at all helped by the mask’s vocoder. Now, it was quite evident why it wanted to expedite the best ways for her to understand him. “Dangerous has found you on Lothal. Friend of importance—“ they signed for government. “— who knows of me and you wanted to know more. Many currency.”

“Greeneyes” was something of a ghost story of the criminal underworld, mostly because nobody really knew who they were or if they were even one being, not to mention it was extremely difficult to get into contact with them. Popular hearsay often named Greeneyes as the person behind someone’s assassination, or the sudden collapse of a gang or a minor cartel, or the source of an information leak. If this sentient was telling the truth, then “Greeneyes” just plucked Azodaa out of nowhere on some dirtball in the Outer Rim.

“Said they knew this one was Jedi. If so, then dumb or promised rich. Help?”