Renny said
I don't think we're going to go so overboard that a collab is necessary. A few words between them shouldn't flood the main Rp, I don't think anyway.

but a collab would be more cohesive, more convenient, and more efficient

Hope you enjoy the collab. It was fun and we got a lot done faster. I also put it in a hider to avoid unnecessary length. I do hope the "double post" wasn't terribly distasteful; I didn't think to edit into my previous post until I posted it.

Prince said
Hope you enjoy the collab. It was fun and we got a lot done faster. I also put it in a hider to avoid unnecessary length. I do hope the "double post" wasn't terribly distasteful; I didn't think to edit into my previous post until I posted it.

Nah it's good.

I like the ending. Once heat and all that get back to the ship, well. All the Sith that are active get back to the ship as I think we lost some people in the transition apparently, though I've checked on some of them and they've just disappeared off the face of the Guild.

I'll get an IC up post soon. Maybe Kadan presenting himself to Crusade.

Heat said
I'll get an IC up post soon. Maybe Kadan presenting himself to Crusade.

That'd work.

Good to see you, thought the thread switch I lost ya. Think I did lose two people, but pm'd them anyway.

Hey, Sep. Check your PM's.

Name: -Field Marshall- Maris Candon
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 28
Homeworld: Naboo

Appearance:

Personality: Loyal, headstrong, and a need for authority, Maris has always been a role model for future Imperial Officers. However, he is known for his cruelty and absolute loyalty to the Sith. Many in the Republic do not fear him for his leadership skills, but for his treatment of prisoners, especially those he requires information from. His most notable characteristic is his love for the Empire and will justify it's cruel actions with making the galaxy a "safer place."

Flaws: Headstrong - Maris is extremely bullheaded in his ideals and tasks, making him a force to be reckoned with, but can easily be exploited. He views the Sith Empire as being all-powerful and will not hesitate to take any mission he can to further the Sith cause. He looks at his superiors with absolute obedience, more specifically, the Sith Lords. If there is any task that requires slaughter or complete disregard for morality, Maris is the man for the job.

Skills: An experienced aim, adept use of a blade, and leadership qualities.
Equipment: Standard Issue Imperial Officers Blaster Pistol(Custom Modified) and a Vibroblade.
Force Abilities: None

Personal History: Born into an aristocratic family of Naboo, Maris was exposed to politics and power struggles at a very young age.
Additional Info: Field Marshall of the Imperial/Sith Army.

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In progress. Also, I am aware of the characters uniform for his appearance, but it's the closest I could find to an Imperial Officer.

We don't have a republic pilot Lol.

Yeah, the Sith have all the nice things... A fleet, a army, spies, a Dark Lord with battle meditation... We have have four Jedi and a Mando and NPC's willing to die for the cause... Were going to need some help.

Hey good never has it easy. But an pilot would be nice.

Maybe Kelim'tel will develop some piloting skills, I'unno. I'd rather let someone else take it though. A Jedi who can use a blaster pistol well and can pilot seems a little too OP.

I have 3 characters, i suppose making my 4th an NPC will do. Sep can totally control the sith NPC's and if he lets me I'll take the republic, might help ease things on him.

Enalais said
I have 3 characters, i suppose making my 4th an NPC will do. Sep can totally control the sith NPC's and if he lets me I'll take the republic, might help ease things on him.

It's completely up to you. Also you say "Pilot" but really you'd probably have some form of Cruiser.

Also gotta go for a meeting first, then I'll come back and post. Should be away for a couple of hours annoyingly.

So I hear you guys need a giant spaceship for the Republic.

Since I basically live for giant spaceships, I shall oblige.

Finding the umf to post. For some reason I really wanna collab :P

Second draft...

"Only the dead have seen the end of war."

Name:
Once WrrlWarr, (quiet hunter) Now KallaTatha(Madclaw)
Gender:
Male, very male
Species:
Wookiee
Age:
200/400
Homeworld:
Kashyyk
Physical Appearance:

Take hand solo and chewbacca both as an average example of heir species physiologically. Now imagine han solo as a bench pressing space marine, he would be as strong as chewbacca is on average. Now imagine chewbacca is a bench pressing space marine and you have KallaTatha.

Strong, that is the most common word used to describe him, as well as damn scarry. Long black claws like an ursine fed into his fingers, from his first knuckle his fur was kept bound away in tight (corn)rows up along his hand, seeming to follow the bones of the hand to the wrist, then it became a massive specific explosion of rows, like someone was writing somthing into his flesh through his fur all the way shoulder, the lack of carpet made every twist and curve of his muscles a display for all to see whither they liked it or not. The same process was performed to his legs as well it seemed, tightly wound along his feet then jagging out from the ankle to his hips, showing off every twist and curve of his massive frame. Those who knew could see the sith glyphs twisted and cut into his flesh and the keloids exposed by the parting of fur, for all others it made him look like neither man nor wookiee.

Eight feet and eleven inches of furry fury rang onto every deck plate with three hundred and eighty pounds of weight when he wasn't in armor. The bronzium half-plate he wore was plated a matte red with a mandalorians helm that carries a head crest of some probably inspiring beast. His left arm carries an ascension gun above the wrist to keep the fingers free and his right hand is protected by a clawed gauntlet. His belt has pouches and loops and a scattergun hanging from the left side to tap against the thick leather kilt he keeps for public decency. He favors the kilt over pants due to the need for full movement in every action, it is also why he wears only half plate, risking the exposure to his joints for the mobility needed to avoid the blow in the first place. Across his back is a powerful blade forged in the crucible of sith alchemy and hard won trophies.

Personality: What kind of person are they under fire, off duty, on the job, dealing with friends, family, enemies, ect ect? I figure get at least a paragraph here, so folks have a baseline to expect as the character develops. (Sidenote: I usually consider a paragraph about 4-5 complete sentences.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
I can not allow myself to fall to peace. Not everything is training, but everything is preparation for war.
Through passion, I gain strength.
I must focus my drive, my desires can only be made by me, I can not rely on anyone else to do what I am unwilling to do.
Through strength I gain power.
I am an instrument of the force, even without the force, I am to be feared for my own strength.
Through power I gain victory
The force flows through me and fills me at my command. With the force I will make the universe tremble under my gaze
Through victory, my chains are broken
Once the universe fears me, it will fear my master.
The force shall free me.
My debt shall be paid.

He knows his current place in the universe, for now it is it is the predator. It is his place to consume, to kill. He is the kath hound on a collar to be unleashed as needed. He will serve his maser until he is no longer needed. When that happens, all will know of his true plans and pains. He embodies the living force, seizing the opportunity of life with each breath. In combat he battles with an unbridled ferocity between one man or one against an army.

He has known what one might consider a fondness close to love and felt the pain of its removal by a brutal death. More so, this was compounded by itself as he was the one forced to kill the one he cared for. All the same he still has a fondness for any Gamorean women and will take efforts to avoid harming them if he can.

His off-time is often absorbed by training, be it growing stronger or honing his current strengths. This can be from power lifting to Arena combat to studying wild animals on a safari hunt, even when made to read over technical manuals it is a form of training. He is to keep a sense of his surroundings and those within his 'sphere of influence' which is a term to describe his spatial awareness and reach of his weapons.

When called to battle, he falls within himself to release his deepest power. He becomes his rage, a primal beast brought to a horrific fury but put to a focus. He would always prefer to be the side-part of a raiding party, but if made to lead, he will lead by example and expect all others to keep up the same body count. He is uncomfortable when put to a vessel for combat, unable to simply ram himself into enemy spaceships. But he is loyal to the death and will fight with what he is given orders to fight with.

Skills:
Minor Force skills: He sat at the foot of masters, a kind and quiet youngling, learning what it is all would-be padawans must know before consideration under a knight to teach him more. Sadly it never got much past the remedial lessons but they are still lessons he hones all the same.

Force lore: While not too skilled in almost any aspects of the force, he is read in as many ways the force can be used. Just because he can’t see into the next room or the nearest planet doesn't mean his next target won’t see him coming.

Pilot: While he is not a jedi ace, nor even much of a starfighter, he is proficient in heavier small ships like bombers and up to light space transports. He has even driven a tank more than once into battle and escorted his master's vehicle through simple runs in speeders.

Combat: Now this is his wheelhouse. Solider, warrior, fighter, killer, murderer, butcher. He was trained to be dangerous from any range. He can operate a battery on a starship for orbital bombardment to level a planet, he can pilot a bomber to destroy a city, he can drive a tank to destroy a home. He can use all blaster weapons from heavy repeaters down to hold-out pistols, but he doesn’t like it.
This beast favors and savors melee. He can hold his own with a Lightsaber and if put into a box is a pinnacle of Juyo, He embraces it not just as a Lightsaber form, but as a mindset to all combat; take their aggression, their pain, their fear, their hate. Bring it all in and around like a mace then add his own darkside fuel to the mix and let it erupt back upon them with all his force.
His namesake comes from more than just his bloodlust, he is highly skilled in the martial arts as both the broad spectrum of blows as well as the racial combat of Wrruushi even with its avoidance of claws to maximize his upper body strikes. Wrruushi is power at the sacrifice of speed with a lack of claw he finds unappealing. Stava’s emphasis of speed and endurance to overwhelm blasterfire with sheer offensive prowess that included pressure points or nerve jabs that he adds extra emphasis at the end of a talon to make the nerve damage permanent all on top of hard rapid strikes with every limb to reinforce the Juyo mindset.
While he loves nothing more than the feel of hot blood soaking into his fur, he is not all teeth and claws. Decades have been invested into the blade at his back, both the years it took to find every piece needed and the near century it has been by his side. The blade is long wide and thick; nearing more of a wedge than a sword with its broad blade used at times as a shield in the exposed joints his armor doesn’t protect to close in with devastating blows. The overlong handle gives him the advantage of reach against any other melee opponent as well as able to unleash attacks with the back of the glaive into an avalanche of agony.
Equipment:

His wrist mounted bowcaster, made to launch grappling spikes rather than plasma bolts. This allows him to reach impossible areas or winch himself faster than he could run as well as fire into an opponent and pull the lighter of the two to the heavier for quick close combat.


His clawed gauntlet is an understanding that to ignore the gift of a tool is to court death for pride. Be it steel or bone, it is the act of claws cutting that is the point rather than what the claw is made of. As such he had a gauntlet made of ship hull plating of the first starfighter he managed to destroy.


His scattergun is a use of older but reliable tech he actually keeps around for use against fellow sith. He keeps a random assortment of solid slug, scatter pellets, acid in glass balls and rubber rounds to bounce around the area fired off hopefully faster than the enemy can sense and adjust before it is too late. While focused for lightsaber opponents, it works just as well against droids and insensitive enemies.


If he were to have a prized item, it would have to be his polearm. The sword itself is a work of folding several metals together with sith alchemy baths to strengthen the blade. The swirl of science and sorcery grant it strong magnetic properties as well as serve as a focus to the darkside of the force. The blade itself is thick as an inch at the back of the blade but incredibly dense, far heavier than even its oversize would suggest, the longer full tang handle allows him to wield it either one handed with a sufficient counterweight to never be off balanced or wield it two handed for dull terrible devastation. He has been eager to spread the rumor that he can carve open hull plates with his blade.

Powers:

He has been trained in control to master himself and reach through the force to a well of power that fills every fiber of his muscles to raise him to an incredible boost of physical power. Rage is his power and his birhright, but the rage of the sith is different than the rage of the wookiee. The power of the wookiee is a primal tie to the power within oneself.
Sith rage is virgin wrath.
He has learned how to blend these aspects into a whole. To visualize, he invokes the raw red power of his ability to enhance his physical might through the force, around the red he coils the black Serpent of the sith, but to keep the sith wrath from strangling the power of the force, he invokes the brown roots of his bloodline, twisting the three together into a braid. All supporting and enhancing each other to his full frightening potential.
Tactice telekinesis: While the skill to move even the smallest objects without touching it is child’s play to jedi younglings, it wasn’t a way he developed his skills. Be it a mental block or personal wiring, he can only access telekinesis when he is in physical contact with the object which often is perceived by others and him to mean he manifests an incredible amount of physical power by lifting objects over his head in the range of hundreds of kilograms. Where the telekinesis ends and his own enhanced ability begins is a bit of a grey guess.
Flaws:
Two centuries of bloodlust are starting to catch up to him. He is constantly trying to live moment by moment, acting in the now to outrun his past actions. He doesn’t like to play chess, he doesn’t like to play checkers. He only wants to be a piece justified by only taking orders.
To keep him loyal and a bred-in weakness, he is susceptible to mental compulsions but has been conditioned enough to resist betrayal by means of psychological implants that cause him such mental anguish that he might default to rage and attack the mentalist. If one were to brush his mind with lengthy telepathy to feel out the correct path, he would be easy to manipulate.

As useful as it would be to be able to throw bolts of lightning and hurl boulders with his mind. His over-focus of control means the only way he can use the skills of alter is by physical contact with an object.
He has no skill in the powers of sense except for the awareness of danger in combat to keep him alive, he can’t even tell who is in the next room without a recording rod and a holo-projector.

Personal History:

Lol Ena, Kast is far from heroic, he just wants to make sure the one of the guys signing his paycheck is able to write his paycheck

vietmyke said
Lol Ena, Kast is far from heroic, he just wants to make sure the one of the guys signing his paycheck is able to write his paycheck

Yeah I know. But you can't help what the girl thinks.

knighthawk said
Second draft..."Only the dead have seen the end of war."Once WrrlWarr, (quiet hunter) Now KallaTatha(Madclaw)Male, very maleWookiee200/400Kashyyk Take hand solo and chewbacca both as an average example of heir species physiologically. Now imagine han solo as a bench pressing space marine, he would be as strong as chewbacca is on average. Now imagine chewbacca is a bench pressing space marine and you have KallaTatha.Strong, that is the most common word used to describe him, as well as damn scarry. Long black claws like an ursine fed into his fingers, from his first knuckle his fur was kept bound away in tight (corn)rows up along his hand, seeming to follow the bones of the hand to the wrist, then it became a massive specific explosion of rows, like someone was writing somthing into his flesh through his fur all the way shoulder, the lack of carpet made every twist and curve of his muscles a display for all to see whither they liked it or not. The same process was performed to his legs as well it seemed, tightly wound along his feet then jagging out from the ankle to his hips, showing off every twist and curve of his massive frame. Those who knew could see the sith glyphs twisted and cut into his flesh and the keloids exposed by the parting of fur, for all others it made him look like neither man nor wookiee.Eight feet and eleven inches of furry fury rang onto every deck plate with three hundred and eighty pounds of weight when he wasn't in armor. The bronzium half-plate he wore was plated a matte red with a mandalorians helm that carries a head crest of some probably inspiring beast. His left arm carries an ascension gun above the wrist to keep the fingers free and his right hand is protected by a clawed gauntlet. His belt has pouches and loops and a scattergun hanging from the left side to tap against the thick leather kilt he keeps for public decency. He favors the kilt over pants due to the need for full movement in every action, it is also why he wears only half plate, risking the exposure to his joints for the mobility needed to avoid the blow in the first place. Across his back is a powerful blade forged in the crucible of sith alchemy and hard won trophies. What kind of person are they under fire, off duty, on the job, dealing with friends, family, enemies, ect ect? I figure get at least a paragraph here, so folks have a baseline to expect as the character develops. (Sidenote: I usually consider a paragraph about 4-5 complete sentences.Peace is a lie, there is only passion. I can not allow myself to fall to peace. Not everything is training, but everything is preparation for war. Through passion, I gain strength. I must focus my drive, my desires can only be made by me, I can not rely on anyone else to do what I am unwilling to do.Through strength I gain power.I am an instrument of the force, even without the force, I am to be feared for my own strength. Through power I gain victoryThe force flows through me and fills me at my command. With the force I will make the universe tremble under my gazeThrough victory, my chains are brokenOnce the universe fears me, it will fear my master.The force shall free me.My debt shall be paid.He knows his current place in the universe, for now it is it is the predator. It is his place to consume, to kill. He is the kath hound on a collar to be unleashed as needed. He will serve his maser until he is no longer needed. When that happens, all will know of his true plans and pains. He embodies the living force, seizing the opportunity of life with each breath. In combat he battles with an unbridled ferocity between one man or one against an army. He has known what one might consider a fondness close to love and felt the pain of its removal by a brutal death. More so, this was compounded by itself as he was the one forced to kill the one he cared for. All the same he still has a fondness for any Gamorean women and will take efforts to avoid harming them if he can.His off-time is often absorbed by training, be it growing stronger or honing his current strengths. This can be from power lifting to Arena combat to studying wild animals on a safari hunt, even when made to read over technical manuals it is a form of training. He is to keep a sense of his surroundings and those within his 'sphere of influence' which is a term to describe his spatial awareness and reach of his weapons.When called to battle, he falls within himself to release his deepest power. He becomes his rage, a primal beast brought to a horrific fury but put to a focus. He would always prefer to be the side-part of a raiding party, but if made to lead, he will lead by example and expect all others to keep up the same body count. He is uncomfortable when put to a vessel for combat, unable to simply ram himself into enemy spaceships. But he is loyal to the death and will fight with what he is given orders to fight with. Minor Force skills: He sat at the foot of masters, a kind and quiet youngling, learning what it is all would-be padawans must know before consideration under a knight to teach him more. Sadly it never got much past the remedial lessons but they are still lessons he hones all the same.Force lore: While not too skilled in almost any aspects of the force, he is read in as many ways the force can be used. Just because he can’t see into the next room or the nearest planet doesn't mean his next target won’t see him coming.Pilot: While he is not a jedi ace, nor even much of a starfighter, he is proficient in heavier small ships like bombers and up to light space transports. He has even driven a tank more than once into battle and escorted his master's vehicle through simple runs in speeders.Combat: Now this is his wheelhouse. Solider, warrior, fighter, killer, murderer, butcher. He was trained to be dangerous from any range. He can operate a battery on a starship for orbital bombardment to level a planet, he can pilot a bomber to destroy a city, he can drive a tank to destroy a home. He can use all blaster weapons from heavy repeaters down to hold-out pistols, but he doesn’t like it. This beast favors and savors melee. He can hold his own with a Lightsaber and if put into a box is a pinnacle of Juyo, He embraces it not just as a Lightsaber form, but as a mindset to all combat; take their aggression, their pain, their fear, their hate. Bring it all in and around like a mace then add his own darkside fuel to the mix and let it erupt back upon them with all his force.His namesake comes from more than just his bloodlust, he is highly skilled in the martial arts as both the broad spectrum of blows as well as the racial combat of Wrruushi even with its avoidance of claws to maximize his upper body strikes. Wrruushi is power at the sacrifice of speed with a lack of claw he finds unappealing. Stava’s emphasis of speed and endurance to overwhelm blasterfire with sheer offensive prowess that included pressure points or nerve jabs that he adds extra emphasis at the end of a talon to make the nerve damage permanent all on top of hard rapid strikes with every limb to reinforce the Juyo mindset. While he loves nothing more than the feel of hot blood soaking into his fur, he is not all teeth and claws. Decades have been invested into the blade at his back, both the years it took to find every piece needed and the near century it has been by his side. The blade is long wide and thick; nearing more of a wedge than a sword with its broad blade used at times as a shield in the exposed joints his armor doesn’t protect to close in with devastating blows. The overlong handle gives him the advantage of reach against any other melee opponent as well as able to unleash attacks with the back of the glaive into an avalanche of agony. His wrist mounted bowcaster, made to launch grappling spikes rather than plasma bolts. This allows him to reach impossible areas or winch himself faster than he could run as well as fire into an opponent and pull the lighter of the two to the heavier for quick close combat.His clawed gauntlet is an understanding that to ignore the gift of a tool is to court death for pride. Be it steel or bone, it is the act of claws cutting that is the point rather than what the claw is made of. As such he had a gauntlet made of ship hull plating of the first starfighter he managed to destroy.His scattergun is a use of older but reliable tech he actually keeps around for use against fellow sith. He keeps a random assortment of solid slug, scatter pellets, acid in glass balls and rubber rounds to bounce around the area fired off hopefully faster than the enemy can sense and adjust before it is too late. While focused for lightsaber opponents, it works just as well against droids and insensitive enemies. If he were to have a prized item, it would have to be his polearm. The itself is a work of folding several metals together with sith alchemy baths to strengthen the blade. The swirl of science and sorcery grant it strong magnetic properties as well as serve as a focus to the darkside of the force. The blade itself is thick as an inch at the back of the blade but incredibly dense, far heavier than even its oversize would suggest, the longer full tang handle allows him to wield it either one handed with a sufficient counterweight to never be off balanced or wield it two handed for dull terrible devastation. He has been eager to spread the rumor that he can carve open hull plates with his blade. He has been trained in control to master himself and reach through the force to a well of power that fills every fiber of his muscles to raise him to an incredible boost of physical power. Rage is his power and his birhright, but the rage of the sith is different than the rage of the wookiee. The power of the wookiee is a primal tie to the power within oneself. Sith rage is virgin wrath.He has learned how to blend these aspects into a whole. To visualize, he invokes the raw red power of his ability to enhance his physical might through the force, around the red he coils the black Serpent of the sith, but to keep the sith wrath from strangling the power of the force, he invokes the brown roots of his bloodline, twisting the three together into a braid. All supporting and enhancing each other to his full frightening potential.Tactice telekinesis: While the skill to move even the smallest objects without touching it is child’s play to jedi younglings, it wasn’t a way he developed his skills. Be it a mental block or personal wiring, he can only access telekinesis when he is in physical contact with the object which often is perceived by others and him to mean he manifests an incredible amount of physical power by lifting objects over his head in the range of hundreds of kilograms. Where the telekinesis ends and his own enhanced ability begins is a bit of a grey guess. Two centuries of bloodlust are starting to catch up to him. He is constantly trying to live moment by moment, acting in the now to outrun his past actions. He doesn’t like to play chess, he doesn’t like to play checkers. He only wants to be a piece justified by only taking orders.To keep him loyal and a bred-in weakness, he is susceptible to mental compulsions but has been conditioned enough to resist betrayal by means of psychological implants that cause him such mental anguish that he might default to rage and attack the mentalist. If one were to brush his mind with lengthy telepathy to feel out the correct path, he would be easy to manipulate.As useful as it would be to be able to throw bolts of lightning and hurl boulders with his mind. His over-focus of control means the only way he can use the skills of alter is by physical contact with an object.He has no skill in the powers of sense except for the awareness of danger in combat to keep him alive, he can’t even tell who is in the next room without a recording rod and a holo-projector.

S'all good Knighthawk.

That CS tho.