Star Wars OCC

[Doctor Who]

Sorry for not posting people I had an epileptic seizure last night so I'm sure you guy's won't blame me.

If possible I would like one of the jedi to introduce my char into the rp so I can post in character once I'm a bit better.

[Arxia]

Hope you get better. And I'm an Ex-Jedi, still fighting against the Imperials. I can have you board my ship from Kashyyk before I head to Bespin if you want?

[Doctor Who]

Actually I played my char before and wrote a decent intro for him if you want I'll post it here so you guy's could use it when the time comes ...

[Arxia]

Wait, where did you write it? And, yeah, I'd use it except I'm talking about how he's introduced intothe story. My character is about to leave from Kashyyk orbit to Bespin. He just dropped off Luke's nephew with Luke. I could play it out like Luke calls me down, and you join me. What d'ya think?

[Doctor Who]

Well I wrote it as a background story several years ago while Rp'ing with some friends.
I even gave my permission to use it if they wanted to ...

The problem is that it's quite a story too much in fact for one post.
Here it is:

Sebastian ran and ran the academy was under attack and those who attacked it were far more powerfull than he was.
His lungs burned, every drawn breath feeling like fire coursing down his throat.
His head throbbed, his sight was going increasingly blurry and his legs felt numb from exhaustion, and still he ran.
He entered an hallway and sprinted through, turned again, another hall, sprint and turn, taking a zigzag path without looking back.
At last he came to a stop, in the training area.
Suddenly he felt a sting in his back, and a sudden onset of vertigo.
He sank to his knees, and the world turned dark.

The first thing Sebastian noticed when he awoke was the smell. There was sweat, and filth, and a cloying sweetness. But there was also the faint sense of something stronger, something that cut right through all the other scents.
It reminded him of visits to the hospital; it was the smell of a dead cleanliness.
He was sitting in a wheelchair. His hands and feet where tied to the frame of the wheelchair.
His head felt clamped in place, and couldn't move.
His vision was still blurry, and the light seemed dim, but he thought he heard the sound of someone else sitting in the room.

"Hello?" he ventured.
There was no reply.
He heard someone stand up. A gust of sweat wafted over him, and he tried not to be sick.
A faint shape kneeled in front of him, and he heard two pistolcracks from the man's knees.
A hand was laid on his shoulder.
"why didn't you kill me like the others?" Sebastian asked.
"You my friend are almost a Jedi" said the voice.
"And you have done a lot of things, There are people who really ... who're unhappy with you. You know?"
Sebastian's eyes were starting to focus. The man in front of him was long and well-built.
His haircut, beard and clothes were all of trim cut, but dark and grimy. One of his eyes was black with a yellow iris.

There was a table in the room, with two men sitting by it.
One looked like a live wire. He was skinny, and an unbuttoned shirt revealing a rib cage that looked like a toaster rack aswell as a implant in his neck which connected several wires to 2 boxes that were strapped to his hips.
His hair stood up on end. His eyes were wide and unblinking, and he was grinning so much that Sebastian could see the top of his gums.
The other man at the table was a twilek neat and prim. He sat perfectly straight in his chair, yet seemed quite relaxed and at ease.

All his movements were gentle but precise. In his right hand he was rolling around some small, elongated metal object.
Sebastian started thinking of him as the Calm man, in direct contrast to the other one, who just looked stone cold Crazy.
The third man, squatting in front of him, seemed the most human.
Sebastian couldn't think of any C-word for him, so he just named him Carlos.

In his deep voice, Carlos said, "We are going to spend a while here." He rose to his feet.
"And we're going to see if we can't figure out what to do with you.
I want you to tell us how you can be of use, my friend.
Let's see if your brilliance helps you answer."
He walked over to the table, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Crazy got up, holding something. "It's gonna be so much fun now," he said.
"Know what this is? It's usually called a nutcracker, but we won't get into that quite yet.
I just call it the alligator. It hurts. Oh god, how it can hurt. Here, let me show you."
He grabbed Sebastian's little finger and held it taut, putting the alligator around it.
Sebastian tried vainly to pull it out. "I know, I know," Crazy said, grinning.
"If it's any help, this won't hurt nearly as much as what we're going to do to you later on."
He clamped down hard. There was a loud crack from the alligator,
and over the screams from Sebastian, Crazy yelled, "You know how many bones there are in just one hand?
More than you can imagine! And we're going to find them all!"

After a few more bones had been broken, one of them having torn through the skin of Seb's finger and now sticking out like a splinter, Calm put a hand on Crazy's shoulder, indicating silence.
Calm then leaned over Seb and said, "You know, this can all stop, right now. My friend mentioned it earlier on. What we're doing to you can take an end."
"How?!" Sebastian said, crying and retching. "I'll do anything! I'll steal for you, I'll kill for you, I'll do anything you ask! Please, tell me what to do and I'll do it."

Calm looked at him, disgusted. "I want to show you something," he said. "Can you focus? Can you see?"
Sebastian nodded.
"We'll see. Okay, let's bring it in." There was a rattling.
Raising his heavy head, Seb saw Carlos wheel in a trolley loaded with items, but he couldn't yet make out what they were.

The trolley was rolled in front of him, and Calm picked up a thin metal rod from it. "This thing here is used for puncturing," Calm said.
"I'll use it to point out the other things, because some of them I really shouldn't touch without gloves.
Those jars on the lower shelf of the trolley hold various acids.
The one with the greenish tint is for skin, and the yellow one is for open wounds. You cannot imagine how much they burn.

"Now, that solid-looking black box beside them, the one with the wires coming out, that's a small generator.
The wires will go into various places. And the large plastic box beside that,
the semitransparent one, that's the one holding the syringes and the hypodermic needles.
Most of them are used and pretty crusty, but we don't mind."

He pointed to the trolley's top shelf. "Basics here. You'll notice the various scalpels.
This small one is my favorite, see here." The rod pointed at a tiny knife whose blade was practically nonexistent; it was more of a nib.
"Sometimes, our visitors start closing their eyes, in some desperate attempt to ignore what we're doing to them.
So, instead of prying them open, with clamps and rods and screws and that sort of stuff, we just remove the eyelids.
Simple, effective, saves us a whole lot of trouble.

"Beside those scalpels there are the usual knives, of course, and various sharp objects.
You'll notice a progression, from the sharp, scientific things here," he indicated one side of the trolley,
then pointed the metal rod to the other side, "down through the lesser tools,
ending in this sorry collection of blunt instruments here, though even they can be of use. Take these, for example."

He put down the rod and hefted two bulky-looking iron objects, one like the end of a spear,
the other similar but with a large metal block affixed to one end. "This is called a hammer and a chisel.
They're heavy, which is good, because they need to be applied with some force.
The chisel is placed against your joint like so," he leaned over to Seb and pointed the chisel at the inside of his elbow,
then gently put the hammer against the chisel's head with a faint tink,
"and the hammer swings with full force like so, driving it into your joint. It's quite marvelous, really."

He put the items back on the trolley and picked up something else.
"And these are called pliers. You'll note, though, that the clamping ends have been bent somewhat out of shape.
This is on purpose. See the little spike at the end there? That's for your tongue.
"You can still stop it, though," he added. "We just need an answer to the question."
"What question?" said Sebastian, trying to stop crying. "Anything."

"Will you join our army? That's all; that's the question."
"I ... " Sebastian began. The three stood before him, completely silent. "I will never join the likes of you."
Calm sighed. "Then it's all over for you, I fear. Shall we begin proper?"
He went to the table and got the small metal object he'd been rolling around earlier,
then walked back to Sebastian, casually letting the item dangle from his hand.
With a rising horror Sebastian realized that it was a long iron nail, with dark flecks on its point.

"Why me?" Sebastian asked.
"My friends and I already told you," Calm said, "If we can't find a use for you, we can't do much.
"As for me, now ... this," he said, rolling the nail back and forth in his hand,
"this here is just to start you off. There'll be a lot more before we're through,
and if you refuse to cooperate you'll probably find that you won't have a single part of your body left unviolated.
But this rusty, dull, long nail," he raised it up to Sebastian's face,
"this is going into your eye." And the last thing Sebastian's right eye saw,
while he screamed and screamed, was the nail slowly being pushed further in.

They'd left it in there, sticking out like a peg. The jelly had oozed out around it,
so Calm had dabbed it up with a handkerchief. "Don't want the nail to start slipping out, do we now?" he said.
"Incidentally, this is why we decided to clamp your head.
Personally, I like people to be able to swing their head around, show a little life,
but you might manage to ... hehe maybe ... hit the nail hard enough on the head to drive it into your brain.
And we really can't have that."

"Aaaaaagh! It huuuuuurrrts! Get them off me! Get them off, get them off, get them off!"
"Will you join us ?
Will you join the dark side ?" they yelled.
"I don't know what to do!" Sebastian yelled.
"Not good enough," they roared, and kept going.

"Please, not the other hand too. I beg you, oh gods, please-"
"Wil you join the dark side my brilliant friend ?"
"Okay" Sebastian said with a hoarse voice.
"What's that?" said Carlos as he stopped pouring acid in Sebastian's wounds.
It took Sebastian a full minute to form the words.
"I'll do whatever you want just stop torturing me" he said at last.
There were no tears, there was no grief. Nothing was left.

"Okay then we are all done here." Carlos said and started putting away his tools
not cleaning them, just putting them away, and the syringes
and hypodermic needles went into the same box they came out of
what was left of Sebastian raised his head.

His one good eye was having trouble focusing again, everything fading in and out of his vision.
He'd see Carlos clearly, then just as a big pink blur, then clearly again.
Sebastian heard carlos talk to someone else.
"clean him up and use grade E implants for his hand and eye ...
As for his training I'm sure we'll be able to find a suitable master."

[Arxia]

Well, how would anyone really introduce that? I was thinking maybe with a few edits I could make it work. You know, it takes place on a spacecruiser, and halfway in of your torture session, I (or another good guy) sweep in and kill you torturers and rescue you. But without those edits, how would I introduce it for you?

[Doctor Who]

Well I planned for Sebastian to become a sith so I would like to use this part to let him turn to the dark side as for the introduction any one of the Jedi's could do that ...

[Arxia]

I don't see how a Jedi could introduce that, though.

[Doctor Who]

Sebastian is a padawan at the moment the story is just in the hope that one day people could use it when he turns to the dark side ...

for now a jedi can just introduce sebastian because I'm still not a 100%
and it's fairly late here so I wont be posting for the next ten hours.

[Paramourr]

Was that your first epileptic seizure?