Halvtand

War for the Stars (A Samurai Roleplay with a interesting twist)

As you approach the Gates to the Jedaii temple, and purple creature drops down from the top of the gate holding a katana before himself, though the creature is only two feet tall, he seems very dangerous.
"I'm glad you've finally arrived. Master Yoda has been expecting you... Unless of course you're an imposter. So I'm here to check everyone who comes in to make sure they are not spies of the Emperor, by asking you some very important questions about who you are."

Let's see what you look like...:

Let your eyes wander<br>From my head to my toes<br>See what I look like

What's your Name?:
You ask for my name
But will not give your own first
Ketsuha Aki

I see... Well so far that matches up.
How Old are you?:
My age is not high
Yet my wisdom is great
Only twentyfive

Well aren't you just in the Prime of your life.
Are you a boy or girl? I can never tell.:
Your eyes may lie, but
I assure you I tell truth
For I am a man

Well that explains the.. Ahem nevermind.
Are you a Mandaii, Jedaii? Or one of the Rebellions Samurai?:
Mandaii have great strength
The rebellion have great numbers
The Jedaii have me

Glad to have you here, since everyone needs to send their best.
Let me see your weapons though. Gotta know what you have for.. Safety.:
I wield the blades of
My kin, yet not only this
The bow if my friend
(Katana (long sword), wakizashi (short sword) and Yumi (long bow))

Well aren't you a tough guy err.. Gal I can't remember now.
Unsheath your blade though. Let me see if it glows:
The blade of my sword
Is sharp and dangerous, yet
It glows like the sun
(yellow)

Oh well! A jedaii, right you told me that...
So what rank are you in the order?:
Not a padawan
Yet I am not a master
I am samurai

Very nice.. I guess. Anyways. I'm gonna need to ask you some questions. Just to get an idea of how you act, what you're like.

You're sitting in a tea house when a Ronin enters, he demands that the owner pay him two hundred gold, and serve him a drink... The Owner refuses, and it seems the Ronin may get violent. Do you intervene? If so, how?
A beggar enters
Asking for drink and money
His blade is anger

To aid the owner
I ask Ronin to leave
With peace and honour

If he should not go
I have a hand on my blade
I will cut him down

Then I ask for more
Tea from the tea house owner
I may drink for free

Master Yoda has just given you a task to complete, but a 'special' friend is waiting for you. Unfortunately you cannot observe both tasks, and must try and appease both Master Yoda, and the friend, or risk the scorn from one of the two. What do you do?
Great respect I have
For the master of my kin
His word is my law

Yet friendship is gold
And my allies are like air
I can't live alone

To find a balance
May be impossible, but
I will do my best

If I should fail, then
All my friends knows my master
His word is my law

Yourself and a group of other warriors have found themselves at a camp where some merchants are being attacked by Imperial Samurai. People lay about injured, others in terror and crying, all the while the threat of the Imperial Samurai is very real. What do you do? Do you help the injured? Comfort the mentally savaged? Or fight to save those who are still at risk of being killed?
To aid an injured
Instead of joining the fight
Can maybe save him

Yet other men die
Or are injured themselves
As I heal the sick

A wound cannot heal
Until it has stopped bleeding
I join the battle

When they are all gone
Imperial samurai
I help the injured

Well... Those were some interesting answers. Anyways you pass, but I'll be keeping a eye on you. Kubo sees everything.
Either you speak lies
Or in riddles, you could not
Discern my gender

If you have power
In your eyes, then use it well
You have not so far

Now step aside, Oni
I will not delay, Master
Yoda expects me

War for the Stars (A Samurai Roleplay with a interesting twist)

@Halvtand That's perfectly fine. I'm glad to see someone is actually paying attention though.

@Fallen Muse

Thank you, just to be on the safe side I assume that the nice glowing katanas are exclusively reserved for the Jedaii?
I'll see what I can come up with.

War for the Stars (A Samurai Roleplay with a interesting twist)

Since activity seems to be a tad slow I might consider joining this to give you guys some momentum.
One question though, what is the stance on playing a character that is not really affiliated to any of the factions mentioned? A freelancer like Han Solo.

Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale.

@ONL Haha, honestly I didn't think of it until I started writing either. My first plan was to go with a kind of "He's a dick, but we're on the same team"-thing and have Mark join the fun. As I was about halfway through the post the thought of deserting Lancer in there, possibly having him chasing down Mark in some sort of hallway looking for revenge just popped up and was so much more fun.

Have fun getting out of there :P

War for the Stars (A Samurai Roleplay with a interesting twist)

Love the setting. I will at least follow this with great interest.

Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale.

@ONL Sorry about this, but I'm throwing you to the wolves. No offense, nothing against you, I just want to get some early conflict in there that we can play around with later.

Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale.

“Have you hit anything yet, MK-219?"
It was a semi-familiar voice, a trooper who frequented the shooting gallery in a similar fashion to Mark's own. DV-125. Mark didn't so much answer as frown at the guy for a second and look from his smug face to the target in front of him, riddled with red dots.
Their shared fondness of the shooting range is where Mark would want the similarities between them to end, they were really nothing alike. Mark was a scout, stealthy, sneaky, low-key, eyes and ears sharp, first one on the ground in any campaign. DV-125, or Lancer, was a shock trooper. A supporter with high firepower, perfect for keeping the attack line from falling back. Shock troopers were the last to be deployed, if at all, only slightly ahead of the vehicles.

Lancer kept walking and seemed to leave Mark alone, might as well. Precision shooting, even for fun, takes concentration, and with a shock trooper nearby there is no such thing as peace and quiet.
With his rifle once again leveled against his target and a few more white dots spawned Mark was ready to get back to his thing. However, before he had a chance to fire the hologram flickered and disappeared a second before a range of moving holograms appeared at various points around the room. One of them a tank frequently used by the rebells.

The bastard had started a simulation, without asking, what a dick. Now Mark's score was wiped and he had to redo the whole thing.

"Mind taking out that sharpshooter behind there, MK-219? I'd rather not have my brain's fried up while I try to keep our squad from getting blown to pieces by that tank." Lancer yelled from his position way down the line, cowering behind his cover, apparently pinned down by the holografic challenge he'd created himself.
Getting 'killed' wasn't that big of a deal. Your gun stopped working for a time until you reloaded, you took a hit to your score which would effectively prevent you from reaching the top. Getting killed was bad, and the poor bastard with the worst score each week was forced to do the maintenance on the whole chamber. Mark had pretty good score. Keyword; had.

He took a gander at the battlefield. A tank, a small group of snipers and about a dozen regulars. Normally too much for two people to handle. The tank would have to be hit in the right spot to detonate either the ammo or the fuel cells. Even at the worst settings the hologram would try pretty hard to keep a single guy from doing just that. As long as no one was distracting the tank Lancer would not be able to get a clean shot. Throw in the snipers, as soon as the shock trooper popped his head up he'd probably find himself staring down their barrels. The advancing regulars meant that he didn't have the luxury of time.

You didn't have to be a master strategist to see that the battle was lost. Even if Mark could take down the snipers, he'd be no match for the regulars unless he could somehow outmaneuver them and pick them off one by one. With the tank present no amount of fancy footwork would be any good and a single step wrong would hit his score hard. With the snipers down Lancer could maybe take out the tank, but there was a reason why he was a shock trooper and not a sharp shooter. Besides, the tank might stay on Lancer as a target as he was the only one who could do real damage to it and let the regulars chase the poor scout around until he made a mistake.
Seeing the massive disadvantage of the situation, Mark did the only thing he could. He ducked down and began to sprint toward the exit. Leaving the simulation would cut him out of any profit for it being beaten, but also not hold him accountable for failures after the escape.

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

Love the post, have to point out though, Shailesh changed- or atleast put on his torn cloak before greeting the group. ^^.

@Inertia

Thanks for the pointer. I noticed it, but thought it worked better to address the whole crew as one unit instead of pointing out that one had a different attire. Damn individualists ;P

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

Sang only wished for one thing, one thing.
Bubble bath? Would be nice, but no.
Fountain of ice-cold water? Tempting.
Lying face-down in chocolate on a soft bed while wonderful things were being done to her unmentionables? Strangely enough no.
That the job of guarding the Avatar would be easier than actually reaching the Avatar? That’s the one.

On her way from Kyoshi island she’d seen wonderful things. The boat-ride to the main land had been a puke-infested floating hell-hole, but once there she’d had a good time. She’d tasted new kinds of food, listened to new music and talked with some really funny people. Granted, some of them had only been nice to her because she was lost and had a big bag of money… keyword had. Once that was stolen the friendly gentlemen went up in smoke. She’d gotten lost, a lot. Fourteen times, the swamp didn’t really count because it turned out to be a shortcut. Her first ride in an automobile had been an amazingly wild car-chase where she was apparently the hostage (it turned super-awkward when she figured that one out) and her first ride on an Earth kingdom train had stalled for three days because the republic had blown up the tracks, yes all of them.
She had to walk the last five miles with nothing but the map her master had given her and a canteen of water for company. It had started out well, but walking around on loose sand had turned out to be exhausting. It wasn’t just the heat, but the way sand slides away from underneath your feet, you always have to maintain your balance and you can’t push off properly for the next step which wastes a lot of energy.

About three hours before the big event a sandglider slid to a halt outside the white lotus stronghold. A single passenger clad all in green (that could be spotted from a mile away) jumped off and enthusiastically waved goodbye to her companions in a way that were very seldom seen in the desert, since jumping up and down and flailing wildly with your arms will ensure death by heat stroke. Sang, being immediately recognized by her clothing, was welcomed with open arms and led to a dark room where the heat was slightly less lethal and she could take a nap in peace to regain her strength before her service was needed.
A servant in typical sand-tribe clothing and a white lotus printed on a sash around the waist woke her up about two hours later. Her clothes had been cleaned and fresh water was available for a quick cleaning. The water wasn’t so much cold as it was colder than the surrounding air, back home she probably would’ve refused to use it but here the cooling sensation of water against her skin felt almost as good as the first sip of a really cold drink after a long and sweaty training session.
Once clean, she put her uniform back on and was led by the sand person to where she’d meet the Avatar for the first time. A couple of people clad in gray walked ahead, but she didn’t pay them much attention, probably only some form of white lotus group…

Sang and the gray people were led out into a courtyard where a line of seats were arranged (in the shade). Each chair had an emblem on it and as the people in gray began to take their seats it all dawned on her.
Embarrassed, blushing and giggling nervously she tip-toed over to her seat, trying as well as she could to hide her face from the already seated with her hands. Luckily no one had a chance to talk to her before a white lotus member greeted them with a short speech and sent in the Avatar for a demonstration.

She was shocked. Speechless, breathless and almost paralysed. The Avatar was female, not only that, the Avatar was… A woman.
A body filled with feminine charm, curves and just the right amount of bounce in just the right places. Sang sat silent and watched the Avatar move, she saw the Avatar’s thighs tense and relax, her torso twist slightly, her hips turn violently as the Avatar flew back and forth across the tiny battlefield.

The alarm. Suddenly a bell sounded and every white lotus member stiffened. Years of martial practice kicked in and Sang’s eyes started to dart between the various groups of white lotus members in the area, trying to decide where the incoming danger was located. Word came about the attack, which really didn’t surprise any of the seated people. Calmly, like the eye of the storm, they were led away from the courtyard. Sang kept herself next to the Avatar, she was the bodyguard and there was no way she’d lose her protectee in the first ten minutes of her job after that trip. She even tackled a white lotus guide to stay right next to the goddess of all four elements. Afterwards she smiled about it.

They were pushed into an airship and sent away after a quick goodbye between the white lotus and team Avatar. In a heartbeat the situation had turned from a nice and very interesting evaluation of the Avatar’s abilities to an invasion to an escape. All without the group even spotting a single enemy. Sang’s pulse was sky-high and her blood so rich in adrenaline that she almost attacked the airship’s four crewmembers and just barely managed to hide her attack as a violent need for cooling off thanks to her chosen weaponry, the twin fans. The crew didn’t really noticed as they had locked eyes on the Avatar, except for the guy in the odd glasses that couldn’t contain his laughter. A sharp flick of the wrist send a small gust of air into his face and forced him to turn away and rub his dry eyes.
The guy in charge, Blackburn (Is that a Fire nation name or would that be an insult?), greeted them, told them what was happening and then left them all alone in the room as the airship slowly took off. The seven people stared at each other, every one waiting for someone else to speak first, but no one did. The sound of the normally almost silent machinery that drove the airship forward filled the room and poked the uncomfortable silence like a spear. Suddenly, an explosion, Sang threw herself against the nearby window and tried to see where it had come from. The airship was alone in the air, but the ground was lousy with people, white lotus and republic army. A second later the two armies were tiny like ants and before long they were so hard to make out against the sand that there was no use in looking any more.

Then the chain of introductions started as Sang once more made her way to the Avatar’s side.
“I’m Sang Saitong” she said once a gap in the conversation appeared. “...From Kyoshi island” she added and instantly felt like a fool. While the others wore practically the same thing, she still wore the one piece of clothing that was only made on that tiny little island. They’d really have to be idiots not to know where she came from, and now she’d stated it out loud like there was any question, her chair had a fan on it… Stupid.
She smiled and hoped that no one saw through it before she turned to the Avatar, raised both hands, the right one a fist caught in the left, she held the greeting up high, almost level with her eyes to symbolize her respect for the woman in front of her. “I’m tasked with keeping you safe, Avatar. Chienn (respect).” She bowed her head, enough to lose eye contact, but she could still see the Avatar’s legs and shins.

Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale.

So, I've been out of this discussion so far, didn't want to pour fuel on the fire.

The main thing we need to think about here is what kind of situation we want to put our characters in (on the planet). Are we alone or is there other groups like ours but we got separated on the way down?
In the first instance I could see a catastrophe similar to what Anarchy described happening. Because of the extremely low survival chance it would make sense that we're the only ones who made it.
If we're supposed to have backup somewhere I'd use something like Clocktower's infiltration-idea, much higher chance of us running into friends along the way.

Personally I like the idea of us being alone, but the whole "mystical artifact that can kill everything" just doesn't sit right with the setting. Personally I'd modify the infiltration-idea and simply make their attack so stealthy that the soldiers didn't have a clue until it was too late and simply blow the ship to kingdom come.