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Star Wars: A New Home

With an abrupt swooshing sound the door to your cello pens and the Imperial custodian orders you to come out. The two prison guards in black uniforms do little to assure you of any goodwill and all of it is lost when the custodian says:

‘Bind the prisoner for transport.’

Not that one cell in the Empire differs much from another but still, can transport ever be a good thing? What follows is a complete following of protocol. A Lamba-class shuttle transports you a short hyperspace jump to a staging point where you are processed and brought to one of the prison transports standing ready. You are bunked up with a set of interesting characters while aboard, and those experiencing this for a second time might deduce that these will be the people you will be imprisoned with on arrival as well. Like clockwork the ships starts taking off the moment the last prisoner joins.

Off to a New Home…

So greetings gentlebeings,

This will be a freeform, narrative based Roleplay set in the Star Wars universe. It will be taking place just before Episode IV: A New Hope with the Player Characters (PC's) as a small band of Imperial prisoners bound for a new location. All of you are now meeting on the prison barge, though there might be previous connections if you want there to be.

It will be a 3 person Roleplay. So a very small group, though there might be a place for new characters in the future.

As a fair warning: I would like to keep things going at a nice pace, that means that I would like all the PC's to post roughly once a week. This means you can uphold me to that same standard.

For characters there are little restrictions. The only thing I must stress is that an openly Jedi character, or of which the Empire knows he/she is force sensitive, would not be on the barge of our starting experience, nor transported to the facility where our adventure will start. That is a long way of saying: No openly Jedi or Force Sensitive characters.

As for a character sheet:

Character Name

Full Name:
Nickname(s):
Species:
Age:
Physical Description:
Inventory: (empty at first)
Skills & Flaws:
Criminal Record:
History:

OOC

Things I want my character to do in this RP:
Story hooks that might catch up to me during the RP:
Things I would dislike to see in this RP:

Player Colour code:

Last up: Pick a colour for your character and share the code of it at the bottom of your Character Sheet for purposes of collaboration and quoting.

Post Character sheets in the OOC for approval before posting them in the Characters tab.

Star Wars: A New Prison

@Elgappa great, any experiences with the EOTE rpg?

@Nikki Moonlight A casual roleplay!

Star Wars: A New Prison

Greetings gentlebeings,

Abruptly a custodian flanked by two Stormtroopers enters your cell and orders: “Bind the prisoner for transport.” Some rough-handed but professional procedures follow and before you know it you are brought aboard a Lamba-class shuttle. A short hyperspace jump away connects you to the hangar of what seems to be a space-station. A staging point, as there are multiple Lambas unloading prisoners and ushering them aboard a somewhat larger prison barge. You are brought to a section barred off with ray shields and soon after the vessel takes off for somewhere new…

Shortly I will start with an Edge of the Empire campaign using a similar story as this one, and I am quite interested in trying this out as a play-by-post. It is a sandbox campaign set shortly before Episode IV: A New Hope, all of our characters meet as we are being transferred to a prison facility by the Empire. From there the sandbox will begin with a fair number of story options to choose from, escape being presumably foremost amongst our concerns. I know this is thin on details but that is because our campaign start is a get-together where we get no information as to where we are shipped.

Now we can do this campaign using the FFG Star Wars system or do it freeform, whatever has the most interest!

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

“Prepare to be burned clean of your heresies, oh scoundrels!”

Halbark recited from a back-alley play he once did the effects for (before the company he was with was blamed for a district-wide fire) while yanking the door open. With his other hand he grabbed a drinking skin from his wood cabinet-backpack and squeezed it hard to make the cork pop and gush the liquid into his mouth. He swallowed a portion of it before becoming aware that three bandits were moving towards him. He gurgled something as he squashed the drinking skin in-between his two gauntlets, letting the liquid pour over his fists. That was about the time that the first guard heaved his claymore and rushed forward to make the dwarf a little shorter.

Things started going fast from there, the skin dropped from Halbarks gauntlets and with a flick of his fingers they were set ablaze. The other two bandits were startled by this but the one already engaging pummelled on with a scream that quickly turned from berserk courage to agony when Halbark spewed the liquid towards the attacker and hefted his flaming gauntlet to ignite it into a blazing fury. The Bandit hacked blindly but Halbark had sidestepped the swing and the blade hit the floor hard, sending it out of the man’s hands and clattering across the floor as the man grabbed his burning face. Virgil and Haukford would probably take care of that is what must’ve gone through Halbarks mind for he ran for the other two guards that were standing there in bewilderment not only because of what had just happened to their childhood friend, but also because the dwarf was actually singing.

“Burn their faces and drink their wine, every art-defacing, dark arts practicing heretic is a swine.”

It was quite clear which words Halbark mixed in on the fly by the way he sung them, the first bit of the next line wasn’t audible due to the heavy thump of the fiery gauntlet slamming into the shield of one of the two bandits. As Halbark came back on the ground again from the jump he had just preformed he finished the sentence:

“- and their charred corpses will soon be mine.”

Halbarks gauntlet caught the blade and punched the bandit square between his legs with a flaming gauntlet, he dropped the sword due to it, but his shield bashed hard into the dwarfs face, sending him toppling backwards.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Did I miss something? couse now we are in the same room as Nuva right? what is the corpse thing she talks about?

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

My counter?

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Together with Jeremiah, Haukford, Virgil and Fafnir, Halbark was set upon the task of clearing out the dining hall and barracks. A mighty endeavour if Halbark was in any way affected by such notions. The group of professionals largely ignored Halbark and only hushed him to silence due to his insistent humming was getting in the way of the proposed ‘stealth approach’. It was a good call of the group, because the element of surprise was all that saved Halbark from certain death. A good dozen of bandits had been waiting for them, veterans at that. Though fighting valiantly Fafnir was killed by a crossbow-bolt to the chest as they fought in the baracks. That was the same moment that the room had filled with smoke and fire from one of Halbark’s clay pots and he himself had resorted to smashing faces with his flaming metal gauntlets. He insistently asked each victim of his fist a ‘Are you surprised?!’ and ‘did you see that coming?’ as to justify him stopping the humming on Virgil’s command. Jeremiah took 3 men with him to an early grave, but was artfully impaled on a spear by one of the bandit bastards in the dining room. Here Halbark shared his culinary wisdom with statements like ‘Its better charred’, ‘Guess you’ll like mash better in the future’, and his personal favourite while stomping someone in the mouth; ‘Now chew’. There was still an annoying wheezing coming from somewhere which Haukford ended by planting his Morningstar into something with a sickening crunch. Little did it do to quench Halbarks rage though.

One of the bandits had managed to grab a dagger while Halbark was upon him and he had a nasty puncture near his left shoulder. The bandit got off worse though. Blood was also seeping from his right forearm, hissing as it seeped onto the still burning metal of his gauntlets, though Halbark had no clue how that one came to be. What he did know however was that the gash had significantly messed up the roaring dragon tattoo on his arm, it almost looked beheaded. He clenched the fist of his now shaking arm. The tune he was all through the slaughter humming was becoming steadily more violent and came to a crescendo with him barking “Where is the fuckin rest of these whoreson, bastard-“ cursing went over to Dwarvish here as he started running forward.

The stream of curses went on loudly as he rounded the corner and saw a door deeming up before him. A door would not stop him from killing more of these art-defacing bandits! So Halbark ran and made ready to bash his shoulder into it. While shouting a curse containing the Dwarven translation of ‘Goatfuckers’ among a number of adjectives he bashed into the door, only producing a load bang and some shaking in the lock. Not only was the door opening to Halbarks side, but also was it enforced with metal on the side that Kayden has just proclaimed to be ‘this way’. Halbark let out a furious roar as he held his left shoulder, not realizing the metal of his gauntlet was still singing hot and thus burning himself in the process. He spotted Virgil from the corner of his eye actually cracking a sore smile that turned into a grimace for it stretched the gash on his check.

“Just you wait you-“

Halbark grabbed a small pouch from his belt quickly pressing it against the door and snapped the gauntleted fingers to create a small spark near it. The sound of the lock exploding out of the door and onto the floor of the room Kayden and the others were in muffled out the last few words. The sound of the lock clattering on the stone mixed with that of Haukford catching up in his, now dented, heavy armour.

“Was it even locked?”

He asked Virgil while panting. But Halbark didn’t catch that for he was tilting his head to look through the fist sized hole where the lock once was. If surprise was able to be registered on his metal and leather mask it would’ve been there, for now the gaping mouth feature of the mask would have to suffice.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

must we consider this ended? :(

The Imperial Prisoner Task Service (Forgot to mention that this is a Star Wars RP)

We musn't delay now, time is precious in prison ^^

The Imperial Prisoner Task Service (Forgot to mention that this is a Star Wars RP)

Jax Krell

Name: Jax Krell
Age: 28
Race: Besalisk
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Jax Krell

Jax is of average size and girth for a Besalisk even though having a decent belly. Sporting the walrus moustache combined with a heavy stubble on his sagging chin. The bottom left of his four arms has been replaced with a cybernetic claw that operates crudely but gets the job done most of the time.

Equipment & Clothing: When Jax went into prison he wore a pair of dark brown, padded trousers whose prime quality was the many pockets it had and it’s knee-protectors. On it he wore a modified piece of dark green battle armour that protected his chest. Due to the 4 arms instead of the usual 2 it is slightly shorter than most chest pieces and therefore Jax’s wife-beater shirt comes out underneath it. Over it a leather harness provides him with storage space for various things like munitions, bombs and weapons. Prime amongst these is Jax’s set of short-barrelled scatterguns holstered at the small of his back. Shortly after come his pair of stun baton’s that stick out from over his shoulder. As a finishing touch Jax kept a pair of T-6 ‘Thunderer’ blaster pistols.

Personality: Jax has become increasingly grim over the last couple of years. Substance abuse, murder, estrangement from his family all have put a bit of a downer on Jax’s attitude. Unfortunately prison life only gets harder with a ‘fuck everything’ attitude, especially vis-à-vis the guards. Recently he has become more placid and brooding. Though his 4 arms still ache for a brawl every now and then. Jax is grim in many regards but keeps sarcasm at hand to parry most questions and to add fuel to some fires.

History: Jax was born to a mining family on Gorse, a mining operation that exploited the remnants of Gorse’s moon; Cynda. From an early age explosives interested Jax and due to his parents line of work that wasn’t at all a bad thing. Over his career he became known as a resourceful and responsible demolitions expert. Unfortunately an accident caused by tectonic shifts made an explosive go off sooner than expected. Jax lost friends in that blast and his lower left arm. It shied him away from mining operations, explosion jobs in particular and he got a job as an enforcer/security for his families business. As such he got into contact with the more unsavoury side of Gorse and familiarized himself with the duo of stun batons he lovingly calls the ‘bruising brothers’. He thrived in his new role, but in a bad way. Jax got involved in the shadier Cantina brawls and a loanshark to buy himself a cybernetic replacement limb. Jax got increasingly estranged from his parents and family business as getting the interests on his loan together pushed him to do worse things. It was a period of deathsticks, glitterstim, murder and haziness all together. It was during this time period that he also got by the ‘wicked sisters’; a pair of one handed scatterguns that were gruesomely put to use in a revolt against the Empire. This was when Jax got arrested and put in prison without substances to ease the pain, but out of the grasp of the loanshark…

List of Crimes: Possession of illegal substances, Disturbance of public order, Open Rebellion, Destruction of Imperial Property, Assaulting Imperial personnel, Murder and the list goes on thanks to meticulous record keeping of the Empire.