CronicCrystalis

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

"Only child, as far as I know. Never knew my folks. Been a drifter for the majority of my life so far, so the decision's a lot easier for me to make, at least. And that was a hell of a brutal initiation..." Izaroth said, as he took out a rounded cylinder from his old gi with a switch on the top and pressed it with his thumb, and the cylinder in question then beeped a few times before a green light lit up, illuminating the switch.

"Alright. My ship got the signal, at least. Probably be a while before it gets here though. I forgot what course I'd charted prior to being warped here." The silver-haired Saiyan said to himself, before returning his attention to Trunks.

"Either way, the important thing is getting her back home as soon as possible so she can speak with her folks, right?"

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"I need to go fill up on cooking material. We ARE feeding twice as many mouths now. Be a lot easier to think about what we should be doing on a full stomach." Cronic said as he got up to his feet, stretching his arms as he stepped past Haru, picking up a pair of baskets on his way out. Cronic didn't quite trust the resistance fighter yet, and wasn't exactly keen on being pulled into a guerilla war just yet if he could help it. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head, he headed towards the market with baskets in hand.

With twice as many heads now living under the roof, he wanted to make sure he could feed them all. Hell, he felt like cooking a feast to celebrate their arrival anyway, so surplus ingredients wouldn't go amiss. With that thought in mind, the Imperial began purchasing the relevant ingredients from the myriad stalls.

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Zerenis immediately dropped what he was doing and broke into a sprint when it looked like the Speeder was about to escape. As he reached the very edge of the platform, he jumped with all his might... And grabbed hold of the back of the Speeder with his right hand. If he'd have screwed up, unless he could grab something on the way down, he'd have fallen to his demise. Said issue was still a problem, however, as he now had to contend with the Speeder's occupants as he pulled himself up onto the rear of the Speeder. But the alternative was not being able to catch up to them in time.

"I will only say this once. Land now, or I shall MAKE you." Zerenis said, the venom practically oozing from his voice as he recalled his lightsaber, pointing it at Ashtev with intent to kill in his eyes.

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Zerenis was quick to notice the race of the escaping Lunaris when her hood fell back, and he redoubled his efforts to not let her get away, focusing his attention on the chiss's speeder with well-aimed lightning strikes directed towards the speeder's thrusters with one hand, and hurling his lightsaber towards said speeder as well, doing whatever it took to prevent the speeder's launch.

"That they are Chiss and a Jedi as well, warrants investigation. Odds are they also took Draconis' lightsaber too. Arkana and Arkaos can have the lightsaber, but I am taking her alive by any means necessary." Zerenis thought to himself as he picked up his pace to close the gap, aiming to leap onto the vehicle if necessary.

"Do what you will with the boy. The girl is mine." Zerenis shouted to Arkana, maintaining the lightning strikes and controlling his lightsaber, and moving as fast as his concentration on the two would allow.

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Nar Shaddaa Spaceport

Whilst overseeing the final loading of cargo onto the ship, an announcement detailing the current events transpiring in the city streets came onto the speakers within the spaceport's hangar. Naturally, this did not sit well with the Pureblood Smuggler, and spoke to the droid leading the workforce.

"With all due respect, how much longer will it take to finish loading the cargo onto the ship?" Mark said to the Droid, which turned to look at him in response.

"It will be another half hour at minimum, and an hour at most. Is there a problem sir?" The droid spoke in response.

"Going from that announcement, if there's a Jedi fugitive involved, then the likely response from the Imperials is to blockade the spaceport. I need to be long gone before that happens." Mark said, looking somewhat concerned about the whole turn of events.

"I apologize sir, but given the delicate nature of your chosen cargo, I cannot hasten the process without damaging the contents, or causing an unintended detonation." The droid said, and the smuggler sighed in response.

"Just my luck... Of all the days I need to resupply, this happens."

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Naturally, Zerenis wasted no time in drawing his lightsaber and hurling it through the crowd to get them to disperse, even if he did cut down a few of them in the process, before following up with a powerful surge of force lightning towards the cloaked Lunaris, and by extension, Ashtev. If she got onto that speeder and took off, she'd be long gone by the time they caught up to it. The Chiss Sith was determined to make sure that does not happen.

"Close in and prevent the launch of that speeder at all costs. The Jedi must NOT be allowed to escape!" Zerenis said, turning his head slightly to look at Arkana as he sustained the force lightning whilst proceeding at a steady pace, using himself as a diversion for Arkana as he recalled his lightsaber telekinetically. With a little luck, his lightshow would keep Lunaris and Ashtev's attention focused on him as force lightning ravaged the area surrounding them.

You shall not escape that easily.

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Nar Shaddaa Spaceport

Sure enough there was a smuggler standing by next to an XS Freighter with a crimson colour scheme dubbed the "Escutcheon". At present said smuggler was currently reviewing a manifesto of what was being loaded onto the freighter, before signing said manifesto under the name "Salzar Uzaysun". But to those who knew the Sith Pureblood smuggler, that was not his preferred name.

Mark simply watched as the cargo was loaded onto the ship. Nar Shaddaa was Hutt territory. Neutral Space. In the buisness of smuggling, the Sith Pureblood knew that the more attention you drew to yourself, the more difficult your job becomes. And given he was seeing that he was going to ship supplies to a hidden hideout on Tatooine, in one of it's more uncharted areas for the occupants living there, he couldn't afford to allow himself to be tailed. Especially since three occupants had known ties to the Republic.

Once the cargo was finished loading, Mark would then need to wait for his chance to slip past the Imperial Empire's forces in the area and jump to hyperspeed at the first possible opportunity. Until then, he was a sitting duck, and he hated it.

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Nar Shaddaa Streets

Clad in black and scarlet robes, the occasional crackle of lightning surging around his arms to ward off any would-be hostiles through making them think twice before attempting to jump them, the Chiss Sith, Lord Zerenis Aotisa lead the hunt for the escaped Force presence. Every second wasted was a moment the presence could slip the net.

He'd taken the time out to single-handedly slaughter the entire SIS team along with the Imperial squadron while Arkana and Arkaos tangoed with the Jedi, but that was not his primary reason to be here. His objective was a little more personal. He held a vested interest in the Force presence and was intent on capturing or killing it if it refused to co-operate. Preferably, he'd much rather take it alive first. Not much you can learn from a corpse, afterall, though given Arkana and Arkaos' track record when it comes to Jedi, if they got to it first, that was not going to happen.

"At least Lord Stalicrat isn't here. His penchant for wanton bloodshed would only serve to complicate matters."

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Izaroth naturally shook himself off to try and dry himself, running hands through his hair to try and get it back to how it was prior to being stuck in the healing pod, taking the time out to stretch his limbs before the doctors returned. Naturally, Izzy was quick to put two and two together in regards to why it took two nurses and a doctor to carry a single set of clothes.

"Weighted training clothes. And from the looks of it, it probably weighs about the same as my own Gi if it's taking 3 people to carry it." Izaroth thought to himself as he took the clothes off their hands. To Blaze it would look like the Doctors and nurses didn't get much exercise if they can't carry a pile of clothing, but if she asked Izaroth to hold a piece of it, she'd regret it.

Internal monologues aside, Izaroth then began to promptly dress himself, starting with the shirt first followed by the jeans. Izaroth's own uniform was identical to Blaze's, save for his being a few sizes larger for obvious reasons. Blue jacket, Black Shirt, Jeans, Black Boots.

"Hm. I wonder how this would look in Black and Red...?" Izzy said to no-one in particular as he began to inspect the clothing. He noticed the jacket in question was cut somewhat short, but other than that, everything seemed fine. He wasn't sure about how restrictive it'd be in an actual combat situation however.

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Well, I'm gonna take the initiative and throw up a character post here. It's still a WIP, and I'll be adding to it over time. (If you don't like the SWTOR images, sue me.)

Crobalt Nicholas

Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Aliases: Equilibrium (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault/support sniper.
Weapons: Dual lightsabers. One blue, one Red. Also carries a sniper rifle.
Equipment/Items: Reflex-boosting stims x3 and a kolto gel pack.
Backstory/Personality:

"With the Jedi pretty much backed into a corner here, we've had to back ourselves into a corner, rethink our options. I've taken it upon myself to change a few rules here and there. It's how I've survived this long."

Usually a calm soul, Cronic is typically collected and serious in the heat of battle, and more at ease when he knows he's 100% safe and around those he trusts. The latter is in short supply these days, and the former is rarely guaranteed for long. If his daughter is in imminent danger however, he will drop everything he's doing to rush to her aid.

Having formed a group of fugitives consisting of a few friends, his wife and his daughter, this Jedi has had to alter the standard Jedi tactics of using a Lightsaber in order to actually survive long enough to see tomorrow, while employing guerilla warfare against the Empire where applicable. He knows that can't go on forever though, and he might not live long enough to see the end of the battle. So he's training his daughter in the ways of Lightsaber Combat and the force to give her better survival odds on the off chance something happens to him, alongside marksmanship training provided by his wife.

"If you're gonna complain why I'm married, I've never been a very devout Jedi Knight. If you don't like it, bite me."

Serena Marianne Crystalis

Name: Serena Marianne Crystalis
Aliases: Siege Medic (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault/Healer
Weapons: Assault Cannon, Thermal Detonators
Equipment/Items: Kolto Bombs and Med-drones.
Backstory/Personality:

"So much death and destruction... We have to make the fallen's sacrifice count for something."

A calm and compassionate soul, who is always trying to keep everyone's spirits up, even in these dark times. In combat, however, she's a lot more determined and serious. Whether it's trying to keep everyone's limbs attached with her medical support or blowing limbs off the enemy with her assault cannon, she'll never back down. She's also very protective of her daughter. If someone harms her in any way, she'll bring the pain.

Formerly a combat medic of the Republic Millitary, she was forced to go underground when a Sith death squad came after her to try to get to Cronic. Up to this moment, she's one of the few things keeping the Jedi Knight and his friends' morale up. She knows that a full-scale assault against the Empire won't work. Not with their limited manpower and resources.

Phoebe Sophia Crystalis

Name: Phoebe Sophia Crystalis
Aliases: Prodigy (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance:

(Her hair's in a ponytail, just so you know.)

Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault
Weapons: A single Lightsaber and a Blaster pistol, plus Thermal Detonators
Equipment/Items: Reflex stims x3 and Kolto Bombs
Backstory/Personality:

"I didn't survive this long just by pure chance, you know. My mom and dad didn't raise a liability. That and a little optimism can do wonders for your morale."

The only child of Cronic and Serena, she's oddly cheerful despite being raised in times of strife like this. That's not to say she can't shift gears and become deadly determined like her mother and father can however.

Despite being only fifteen, she's shown incredible prowess with a Lightsaber and the force, courtesy of her father training her in their use, but isn't above using more unorthodox tactics for a Jedi/Padawan, such as using a Blaster Pistol with her free hand, or lobbing a thermal detonator to quickly clear an enemy squad, or send their formation breaking. She gets that from her mother's training.

"Truth be told, I think she's going to be better at it than I am by the time she's 20. Couldn't have left a more impressive legacy, in truth." ~ Cronic

Mark Artemis Astaroth

Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth
Aliases: Source (Callsign)
Race: Sith Pureblood
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: R&D/Trickster
Weapons: Blaster pistol, Thermal Detonators, Mines, remote-detonation explosives.
Equipment/Items: Stealth belt
Backstory/Personality:
"Gotta make the most of the hand I've been dealt, you know? Even if I am not force sensitive."
Oddly cheerful for a pureblood at first glance, and a bit sullen at times, Mark abandoned his Sith name, faked his death on Korriban and fled into secrecy when he showed no development in the ways of the force, having figured he'd be no better than a slave or a corpse if someone found out. Eventually he found his fame and fortune amidst the criminal underworld, and became a renowned, if somewhat notorious, smuggler.

Originally he hid his face beneath a full-face mask to prevent people from judging him based on what he is, not who he is, but after a chance encounter with Cronic who was willing to hear him out, he soon discarded that mask once he had friends to fall back on. To offset his lack of force power, he took a deep interest in technology, building stuff from scrap, dismantling existing tech to see what makes it tick, and having a bit of an over-eager interest in things that go boom.

"Some people look at me and instantly think Sith Lord. That's their call to make, but they're wrong. I'm just another guy with a gun and a penchant for tech."

Izaroth Aestorm

Name: Izaroth Aestorm
Aliases: Stalwart (Callsign)
Race: Human Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

(Replace the hands with metallic prosthetics, or just say they've got synthetic "Skin" covering them.)
Faction: Cronic's group
Rank/Role: Mechanized combatant/Assault
Weapons: Typically has three distinct weapons sets, the functionality of which CAN be mix and matched but the sets cannot be changed in the combat zone;
Ranged Assault: Outfitted with Arms that have the functionality of Assault Cannons in his forearms. Leaves him with little melee combat ability, but is compensated for with thicker armour.
Twinsaber Speedster; A more lightweight chassis focusing on speed and mobility. Outfitted with a dual lightsaber as his weapon in this state, which can be split into two standard sabers and recombined as necessary.
Aerial Knight; This one comes with a jetpack unit to allow for assaults from any directions, equipped with a single lightsaber in his left arm and a shield generator on his right arm.
Equipment/Items: Surge Protectors as standard to prevent Force Lightning instantly ruining his day.
Backstory/Personality:

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time in the field of battle, Izzy took an explosive that practically reduced his original biological limbs to charcoal during the time of the sith attacks, and was almost left to die... Up until Mark Artemis Astaroth pulled him out of the fire, and got him back onto his feet. The technological know-how of Mark got Izzy walking upright once more with new prosthetic limbs and cybernetic enhancements to compensate for the damage.

Despite having effectively been crippled for a time, it hasn't affected his nature, one bit. Typically a calm, level headed individual, Izzy likes to hope for the best, but have contingencies in place for when the worst comes knocking. A confident soul, but knows all too well his limits, given how close he came to death.

Zerenis Aotisa

Name: Zerenis Aotisa
Aliases: Lightning Stalker (Callsign)
Race: Chiss
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:


Faction: Empire
Rank/Role: Force Adept
Weapons: A single purple lightsaber
Equipment/Items: Strength boosting stims
Backstory/Personality: Sworn to complete his mission until victory or death, Zerenis often finds himself tracking the Empire's most wanted. Highly skilled with a lightsaber, and can strike an adversary with force lightning from above with surgical precision without even budging an inch, this Chiss Sith once single-handedly decimated an enemy outpost just purely by those lightning strikes alone... While talking to someone via Holocommunicator.

Calm and extremely determined, no matter how extreme the situation, it takes a certain degree of character to break his icy demeanour, whether it be through pure rage, or by actually getting him to open up to another. Typically tends to work solo, mainly because he wouldn't trust his fellow Sith to watch his back without stabbing him in it. Tends to be at odds with the wanton carnage nature of Calthorn as a result.

Calthorn Stalicrat

Name: Calthorn Stalicrat
Aliases: Black Juggernaut (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance:


Faction: Empire
Rank/Role: Tank/Assault
Weapons: A single red Lightsaber
Equipment/Items: Shield Generator, Heavy Armour. "Who needs healing when you don't feel pain?"
Backstory/Personality:
"...Show me your strength, or I might just have you all for dinner. I AM a little famished afterall~"
A Sith who's basically a little unsound of mind and prone to violence, he originally grew up on Tattoine, his little settlement was attacked by republic troops and burned to the ground, Calthorn being the sole survivor due to a burst of then-unprecedented force lightning from his body, fuelled by the rage of the loss of his friends and family. He then passed out and happened to be found by a Sith who had "felt" the boy's power.

Many years later, Calthorn was more than content to strike at the republic as a fully fledged Sith who took great pleasure in making weaker adversaries crap themselves in fear before running for their lives, and changed "partners" on more than one occasion.

Nepeta Mai Parser

Name: Nepeta Mai Parser
Aliases: Cipher 31 (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:


Faction: Imperial Intelligence
Rank/Role: Sniper/Recon
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Combat vibroknife.
Equipment/Items: Reflex-boosting stims, Kolto gel pack.
Backstory/Personality:
"Always make the first shot count. You won't get a second."
Cipher 31, an imperial agent that is all but unheard of outside of imperial intelligence. A sniper who leaves no trace, but before anyone knows what's happened, another body is lying on the ground, and the sniper long gone by the time an investigation team arrives.

Damned effective at what she does, she typically is cold and composed no matter what the situation, only really letting her guard down and letting actual personality show through when two criteria are met; When she knows there's no risk of enemy attack, and when she's around someone she closely trusts. That someone being a fellow redhead bounty hunter. She only tells people her true name if she trusts them deeply. She also harbors a bit of resentment towards Sith, due to instances where Sith aggression has almost blown her cover.

Phaethon Lio Kataza

Name: Phaethon Lio Kataza
Aliases: Crimson Hunter (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:


Faction: Neutral
Rank/Role: Bounty Hunter/Assault
Weapons: Dual Blaster Pistols, arm-mounted flamethrower (Right), Arm mounted missile launcher (Left)
Equipment/Items:
Jetpack "Any bounty hunter worth his salt is never seen without a jetpack."
Perception-boosting stims x3 "Cause even the most eagle eyed shot needs a boost now and again."
Backstory/Personality:
"No sense glorifying it. I kill people for money. Gotta put food on the table somehow. I just happen to be good at killing people."
Phaethon is, pure and simple, a bounty hunter. It's something he's gotten used to over time. He doesn't enjoy killing people, but in this line of work, a heart of gold is a signed death warrant. Admittedly he's not so far gone about using force to subdue or incapacitate his opponent, but if the target is deemed too dangerous to attempt to take alive, he'll have no qualms about using lethal force.

He's typically only looking out for himself, and normally follows the money trail. Just so happens the Empire is offering the biggest paycheck at the moment. However, if given a reason to, he may choose to work for someone free of charge if he deems it justified. Cross him at your peril, however, for he usually packs heavy firepower at all times. It is rumored he has a bit more than professional relationship with a certain imperial intelligence agent.

"Who says bounty hunters have no moral compass? I do, though not a lot of others follow by example."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Pulling up a chair, Cronic sat in contemplation for some time after everyone had finished speaking.

"...I don't think that's much of a choice here. All four of us have had negative run-ins with the Thalmor at some point in time. Two of which they were willing to commit genocide to get their hands on. Even if Sano wasn't here, if they figured out who we are, and our past transgressions... There's not a doubt in my mind that they'd be swift to act on that. Not to mention Clan Gray Mane has cast their lot with the Stormcloaks. They'd be able to kill two birds with one stone." Cronic said, sighing as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"I know for a fact Serena would like nothing more than to spill Thalmor blood, but Yuki? She's not cut out to fight a war. She's too innocent. For now anyway. As for me, I'd sooner prefer to not jeopardize my chances of crossing a border without having to crack some skulls. But my gut tells me someone's gonna have to take the fight to them sooner or later."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"Start talking then, and remember that we'll be the judges of what happens next. And keep your voice down, alright? Someone's tuckered out from running from Giants, and is sleeping upstairs." Cronic said, his gaze shifting to the stairs behind him midway through the sentence.

"Given that there's been a string of Vampire attacks lately across Skyrim, if we don't like what you say, you might find yourself tied to a tree as a free meal. So like I said, choose your next words carefully."

"If I werent part of Aria's buisness, I'd have thrown him out by now. The guy just screams trouble."