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Current Reading through past Role Plays. And enjoying some of them.

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Hi, thank you for checking my account to further your knowledge of me as a person... That or you're preforming a background check...
None-the-less, this bio will hopefully give you a bit of a flavour of person that I am (and hopefully a postive flavour).

  • Believer Of Jesus Christ (Christian)
  • Casual/Avid Video-Gamer
  • Casual Star Wars fan
  • Casual/Avid Board-Gamer ('Common' games do not apply [i.e. Monopoly, etc])


And below are general interests when it comes to Roleplaying:

  • Star Wars
  • Supporting Characters (I don't wish to play Gordon Freeman, I prefer to play the Rebel trooper but I'd be ok with playing the Combine Soldier)
  • Mid-Low Fantasy Setting
  • Sci-Fi as a whole
  • Some Military themes
  • Heroes & Villains

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Finally finished my CS. If anyone finds any issues, please let me know.











Want to say I did enjoy this, thanks for trying at least Sep.
I'm personally enjoying this. So I'm more up for option 2 but option 1 if 2 isn't fruitful. That said, I could create a rebel char or two if needs be. I've got one in mind, though their a non-combatant type.
Sep said
Daglobster. Go
Anyone who isn't me Daglobster or Cale on this I will literally kick your arses from here to the galactic core.


Could have simply PMed that to them.
Sep said
For your information Chev/Charter the frieghters are going into the the great big hole in the middle of the city.Just saying.Unless the cave is something else, that's cool too.


I'll make some small edits to my post then. Should have probably re-read things.
Collab between Cale Tucker & myself

A face appeared from the holo recorder, "Sorry, that is not the right answer. We don't treat people with ... 'Sergeant Major Caddok reporting.' Reminder.... only make sure those you trust will hear the message on the holodisk. You have one more attempt at viewing this message." And with that, the face dissipated, the holodisk shutting off, waiting for the correct word to be said.

Trump glanced at the device before picking it up again. He turned the device over in his hands in closer examination. He glanced out the viewport at the cantina again, the thought of his comrades passing through his mind. They seemed to be taking their time, which would normally result in him asking for a report. However, this time, he would have to let it pass for the time being. He looked back at the device in his hands before he spoke with a small nod, "Decency."

The face showed up again but this time it seemed like it had personality. "Password accepted, greetings Trump. This is Captain Den, I have an important mission for you. For some reason there are ships that have been given some sort of special clearance codes that relay to me as ships that are allowed to pass without being stopped or checked. These ships, Trump, I want you to find out where the cargo is going. I want to know who's so high as to go against the very orders I was given. Some data I looked up said they were going into a mine with very few Troopers guarding it, but that's the end of the trail. Good luck, Trump. Den out." And the hologram was completed, the face dissipated. However the disk became warm and a large whirring sound started to emit from it. It lit up and then it was done. The disk must have had a chip inside to melt down the disks memory after the message had played.

After listening to the message, Trump pondered the orders given. He was going to need to figure out where this cave was and how he was to get there. He was drawn back to the device as it grew warm and started to making a whirling sound. He was about to throw the device out the cockpit, expecting it to explode when it stopped whirling and simply lit up. It must have simply melted the memory of the device.

He put it down beside his chair before turning his thoughts back to the issue of this cave. Trump was going to have to find it first, before he can do any kind of investigating. His attention was drawn to the back of the cockpit, hearing the sounds of someone climbing up towards the hatch on top. Trump pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the hatch as it opened. Carl jumped down into the cockpit, to see a blaster aimed his way, "Woah! Hey, friendly here!" Carl lifted his hands in a mock surrender, while Trump lowered his blaster as he got out of the gunner's seat, "Identify yourself before you jump into anything Corporal, we are not on the training grounds anymore. Live threats are here on this planet and I would expect you to be more cautious." Trump took his pilot's seat while Carl's shoulders went up and down with a heavy sigh before taking his seat.

Trump continued to speak, "What took you all so long in there? There better be a good reason." Carl nervously shifted in his seat, "I, uh... saw things in that washroom that I never really expected to see and Lant and his boys decided to speak with the rest people in there and continue to ask for any info about the rebs." Trump seemed generally pleased with the answer before using the AT-ST's commlink to speak with Sergeant Lant, "Sergeant, what took you so long?" Carl gave Trump a sharp look before taking up the controls, Lant responded, "After dealing with the dispute, which was simply a marital one, I decided we should speak with the rest of the cantina for more info. I have some possible leads that might be of use." Trump nodded, "Good, I want a full report when we get back to base. However, as you all were in there, I also spoke with a few people passing by and one of them mentioned some odd activity in an area out by a mine. They didn't give me directions unfortunately but it's possible it's rebel activity." Lant responded, "Shouldn't we report that sir? Our shift has almost ended." Trump shook his head, "Negative, our job is to explore possible leads and only report them when, and if, they seem to be relevant to HQ. If we don't do this now, the trail may grow cold. HQ doesn't want us sending in every detail as their already bogged down the logistics and reconstruction." "Roger that, sir. Shall I re-enter the cantina for directions?" "Yes, Sergeant."

Carl glanced at Trump, "You spoke with citizens? Did any of them have a heart attack at the sound of your voice?" Trump seemed to ignored the comment and made one of his own, "I can smell the alcohol on your uniform Corporal, the filters in my helmet don't stop that smell from getting through. I'm going to presume you were sprayed by an angry citizen's drink, because as the good soldier you are, you know drinking on duty is not acceptable, especially getting it on your uniform." With that, Carl shut up and sat more attentively. Within a few minutes, Lant came back out and the group was on their way. Trump had also communicated with his Scout Troopers, informing them of their possible needed assistance in finding possible rebel activity.
Still not happy with my post but it should help things get moving.
Imperial Storm 1 and her entourage had stopped at a small cantina over a report of a domestic issue. While Sergeant Lant and his troopers were trying to keep a mad drunk from doing something foolish while Carl had taken the chance to go relieve himself in the cantina's loo, this left Trump to spend time in the gunner's seat, observing passers-by from within the mechanical beast. His attention was drawn to three Scout Troopers. While not a normally odd sight since the streets were filled with Imperial troops, they had parked on the other side of the street, with one of them heading straight in his direction. At this moment comlink beeped, he quickly answered it in a very mono-tone voice, "Sergeant Major Caddok speaking." The one Scout Trooper heading his way was speaking into his comlink as a voice came through his comlink, "Sergeant Major, Scout Trooper Vale speaking, we have a delivery for you." Trump was a little confused, "Very well... Leave it with a requisitional officer until I can retrieve it when our shift ends." The voice spoke back, "Negative, sir. It's from Captain Dennison." Trump gave a hesitant nod, though the Scout Trooper probably couldn't see him, "I see." He got out of his seat and opened the hatch to the cockpit before lifting his upper body out of the AT-ST's protective casing.

He looked down upon the Scout Trooper as the man also looked back up to him. Trump spoke down to him, "Toss it up." The man seemed hesitant, "Are you sure, sir?" Trump gave a nod, and with that the Scout Trooper shrugged before giving a grenade-like toss up to Trump. The throw was spot on, Trump catching the device before it crashed against his face, though, admittedly, he fumbled it a tiny bit before he could get a full grasp on it. He inspected the device to see it was a holocommunicator, he quickly came to the conclusion the Captain wanted to speak with him. Before he could thank the Scout Trooper for the delivery, the man had already started to make his way back to his speeder-bike. Trump simply nodded at them and watched them drive off before entering back into the safety of the AT-ST's cockpit.

Trump activated the device before placing it just in front of the 360 Holo-viewer so he can glance at whoever comes on as he continues his vigilance, "Sergeant Major Caddok reporting."
Currently not happy with what I've made with the post so far, I'll be taking longer than I indicated and will try to post tomorrow... Sorry about that.
I'll try to make a post sometime today then. Probably in the next 6-8 hours.
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