"Alright Vader what did he say?" Paine asked the black clad man.

Vader turned to the newcomers. He normally distrusted almost everyone, but it would be difficult to take control of the tower without some help. Also, it was good to find someone who shared his taste in clothing colours.
"He asked about the <hhh> slaves. The orcs took many prisoners from the camp."

"Slaves huh..." Paine said. "Not sure what we could do other then kick some ass.."

Kotoha finished her sausage. "I don't think that's a plan Paine."

(For the purpose of this RP I cast two characters, one of my own design and the other most certainly not! MWUAHAHAHA! Ehem.)

My original character, Luna, sits in a tree kicking her legs back and forth. She looks rather bored waiting for something to happen, her back-length and entirely unkempt mouse brown hair nearly covering her solid-white eyes. When she sees the group led by Darth Vader, she thinks about joining them and jumps down from the tree.

Nearby, an odd little mustachioed man (Not Mario. NOOOT MARIO) suddenly appears sitting on a stump, whittling something that looks unsettling like a dangerous weapon out of a piece of...human? animal? leg bone. When he notices he's in a new place, he looks around briefly, then shrugs in a sort of "Been here, done this" kind of way, then goes back to whittling while whistling a little song.

Luna points to him. "Hey look, homicidal maniac." Then keeps walking. Achenar takes offense to this apparently, then tries to rush her with the sharpened bone. Luna avoids him by jumping into a tree, causing him to nearly crash into a said tree and the bone weapon to get stuck in the bark.

"Hi! Can I come with?" Luna calls to the group. Then she motions down at Achenar angrily trying to remove the weapon from the tree, and gives him a look of pity.

"You might want to take crazy here with you too, I think he has a lot of experience void hopping. ...Wait, how do I know that?" She blinks.

Pyro waved at Luna and Archenar and threw two cooked sausages at them. "MMMPH MMPH!"

Lord Vader is quite pleased with his ragtag band of misfits Army of Darkness.

Paine finished her sausage. "My name is Paine by the way.." She checked her sword and was satisfied it was in good shape.

"Shiken Yellow. ." Kotoha said under the guise of her senshi identity."Nice to meet you all.." She was a bit scared of Vaders apperence but she had seen worse.

Luna catches the sausage in midair- how is this kid so inexplicably cool like that- as she climbs down from the tree again. She waves at Darth Vader. "Hi mister Vader, my daddy is such an 80s kid, he's your biggest fan." She produces a mini Death Star toy from...somewhere and offers it to him. "Can you sign this for him? It would mean a whole lot if you did." She gives the arch villain enormous puppy dog eyes.

Achenar immediately abandons the weapon and crawls up to the sausage, sniffing it like a dog. After a few seconds he looks repulsed, and then begins to throw a tantrum. "NO, NOOO. Cooked meat is poison! YOU POISON! YOU POISON!" He runs off into the woods and after a few minutes returns with the mauled carcass of a wild rabbit, as if to offer up a proper example of how meat should be eaten. He suddenly seems more calm and composed, even with blood on his clothing. "See, food. That's much better."

Pyro took the carcass and cooked it on the campfire, humming a lil tune. He threw it at Achenar. "...Mmmph."

Vader plucked the toy out of the latest arrival's hand and examined it. It appeared to be a small plastic replica of the Death Star, so recently destroyed by the Rebellion. How odd... he thought, as he handed it back to the girl.

Rather then be let down, Luna jumped around, overjoyed. "Daddy's gonna be so happy!" She shouted, and then ran around in circles making airplane noises with her arms held straight out. After a bit with her eyes still sparkling weirdly, she turned back to the rest of the group. "What are we doing, what are we doing?" She chanted excitedly. Anymore pent up energy and she might have started glowing or flying around or something. Holy cow.

Achenar looked dumbfounded at the cooked rabbit for a few moments, then scowled and shook his fist at Pyro. "BROTHEER!" He yelled in an escalating voice, but as soon as it looked like he might attack, he just flopped down on the ground and began playing with the rabbit's charred bones. "Stupid brother. Stupid killjoy. Hm...killjoy. Ha, kill. Kill Sirrus.", He muttered to himself, pretending to stab once piece of bone with the other like they where tiny people. "Stabby stabby."

Pyro tilted his head at the newcomers. They were strange.
And where he came from, he had to fight identical clones of his team for his entire life. On the off chance it was different, he would also have to fight a wizard with a wheel of magic. Jars of piss. Pyro shuddered.

So it was special for someone to be strange to Pyro.

Pyro burnt the ground near Luna, writing 'We're going to fight the Witch King!' Then proceeded to burn the bones that Achenar was playing with, turning them to ashes.

Vader stood up and (for lack of a better word) cleared his throat. "We are all strangers here," he began. "We need a way out of this place, and I believe <kshhh> that I can find that way. I used to work on spaceships, and with the help of the magic-users among us I can build a vehicle with dimension-hopping capabilities. But I need metal, <hhh>, the metal in that fortress. Kill the guards, take the slaves, and tear down that tower. Piece. By. Piece.

The garrisoned orcs finished the Uruks off. But the strangers... they are up to something.

The Witch-King rode up to the group, with Morgomir and Khamûl by his side. The wargs surrounded the group. 400 orcs marched out of Angmar. Agaundâr and six Nazgûl circled above the group. The Witch-King of Angmar rode up to Darth Vader. "What's your business in Angmar, stranger?" The Witch-King's voice didn't sound human.

Deep under the mountains, a demon of fire has been summoned by someone...

Pyro raised his flamethrower warily.

Shooting out a few short bursts of fire, he stared at the witch king.

The Witch-King looked Pyro right in the eyes and he laughed. It was an unpleasant laugh.

Far to the East, Saruman and Lurtz marched towards towards Angmar.

Darth Vader stared at the eyes the Witch-King did not appear to have. He could see the Witch-King's presence in the Force. He was bright and cold and terrible. He had seen more than a universe of explorers could even imagine. He had witnessed the fall of entire civilizations older that the Galaxy. But Vader was not afraid. "Stand aside, wraith. We will find a way to escape this place, and your army of beasts will not stop us. Give us what we need, or die."

"I'm not afraid of you." said the Witch-King. "Whatever you want, you won't get it in Angmar." The Witch-King let out a shriek. He turned his horse to ride back to Angmar.

Pyro took out his flare gun and aimed down the sights...

A shot fired and a flaming flare came out,. He hoped the horse would get hit, then they could chase after the Witch King.

The flame almost hit the Witch-King. He turned his horse and shrieked. The wargs are charging at Pyro.