Heat

Mass Effect: Renegade

Teeth grinded and blood began to boil as the veteran mercenary took sight of Eclipse mercenaries near them. Memories flashed of his old encounters with those lethal bastards in his days running Drayak's Fist. They were a different breed than the refined Blue Suns or barbaric Blood Pack, and always a handful to face in combat. Vash dashed the thoughts of breaking from the group and ravaging the Eclipse troops from his mind, forcing himself to follow their gameplan. Still, his finger itched over the trigger of his M-76. His scaled hands nearly shaking underneath his gloves as the bloodlust crept its way into him, coursing through his veins and making him feel like a true krogan. As Koya gave the signal the battle began, chaos filling the air out of nowhere.

Vash let out a grunt as he followed Koya's bold charge. Shots slamming into the ground around him as he ran, shields absorbing any damage. The turrets were the biggest priority, and his teammates showed impresive talent in removing them from the battlefield. One was destroyed while the other hacked and turned on its former user. Hann being the one that did the hacking was something which brought a smile to his face. He could really gel with this team if this was how effectively they operated when faced with difficult opposition. Not one to be outdone the krogan launched himself into combat, practically bouncing out of combat as he streamlined towards the nearest Eclipse mercenary, ducked behind a metal crate. Gunfire echoed around him, but not enough to stop his rushing. His squadmates drew their own attention, not that Vash wasn't a one man army in his own mind.

Vash went to his knees, sliding as he placed both hands firmly on his weapon. He had gotten a flank on the fool, and their fate was sealed. Another smirk danced across his lips as he squeezed the trigger, the heavy duty assault rifle kicking like a mule. The veteran soldier kept it steady, used to how it danced in his hands while dispensing death. If it weren't for the man's helmet then Vash would've taken pride in seeing the merc's eyes go wide in realization. Then the white in his eyes overcoming the pupil's as Vash put his opponent down. His M-76 screamed between his fingertips as it launched shots towards his target, the krogan unloading rounds into the mercenary until he was sure he was down. The Eclipse soldier went down in a heap, the impact from the high firepower Revenant pushing his body backwards. A pool of blood began to form, staining the floor as it grew in size.

"They have two fucking krogan!" Another Eclipse hollered, the voice coming from Vash's right side followed by a burst of rounds from M-15 Vindicator, two of the rounds zipping by the imposing krogan. His attention shifted towards this mercenary, Vash realizing how close the adversary was to him.

More rounds careened through the battlefield as Vash started charging, darting left and right in an attempt to evade more incoming fire. The mercenary was partway tucked behind a pillar, but unluckily for him Vash was closing in rapidly. He could not decipher the words coming from the human as Vash slammed into him, tackling him at full steam and sending him to the ground. The man's M-15 bounced across the ground, kicking up dust as the entangled combatants struggled, the hefty krogan with a very obvious upper hand. He'd shattered several of the man's ribs just on impact, either from the tackle or slamming to the ground. Still, the Eclipse trooper struggled, his hands grabbing at Vash's assault rifle. The veteran mercenary pushed his weapon downwards, trying to tilt the barrel but was met with more than expected resistance. So instead Vash pulled the gun away, until it was only in his own gloved hands. Then he brought the back end of it down onto his opponent's helmet, the man's hands flailing as he tried to defend himself.

Vash spiked and slammed his gun into the man's head repeatedly, he might of well have been using an actual club instead of highly advanced assault rifle. He kept smashing until the mercenary stopped moving, body twitching as the helmet was caved in and blood splattered onto the ground and Vash's armor. Some of the crimson red liquid squirted on his helmet visor as well. The heat of battle always affected Vash powerfully, he had to stop himself once the man's skull had become unrecognizable. That and incoming gunfire from another Eclipse caused him to remember to take more ideal cover. He slipped behind a set of pipes and let out a deep breath, heart pounding inside of his chest.

He missed this feeling.

Join the Persistent Galaxy! (Star Wars)

Set 3647 years before Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

The galaxy lies in the midst of a cold war. Sith and Jedi are aplenty, numbering in the thousands each. The galaxy has been divided and controlled by the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire. The Jedi Temple on Coruscant is now rubble, the Order having relocated to their mysterious homeworld of Tython where a new Temple has been built. The Sith Empire continue to consolidate their new territories, while constantly building up their military forces and training new Sith warriors. In the now reduced Republic terrorities, the Galactic Republic recovers from their defeat, corruption is abound, refugees rampant all while the military is built back up in preparation for another imminent war with the Sith. The Hutt Cartel continue their usual business, continuing to make credits and employ rogues from every background. The proud Mandalorian clans dream of past days of greatness, split on which side to work with between the Empire and Republic. Everyone in between simply tries to live their lives and survive in the harsh, unpredictable galaxy.

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The Star Wars persistent world involves multiple parallel plot lines going at once, in the form of several different IC threads. Players are encouraged to push for their own unique character driven plots, interact with others, form friendships, make enemies and create their own stories in the universe. As the entangled plot pushes forward and develops the players will have to adapt. Another great war between the Sith and Republic/Jedi may be on the horizon, for example...

Whatever occupation you choose in the PW is virtually unlimited. Players can be anything from a Jedi, Sith, soldier, mercenary, pirate, bounty hunter, senator, Hutt and beyond. Players may create their own GM approved factions. Of course there are limitations in the name of power, players are pushed to develop their characters, improve and gain power. Such limited roles include Sith Lords and Jedi Masters. For these you may not initially apply as one, you must grow into it.

In depth knowledge of Star Wars is not required, multiple guides have been laid out to assist players, the GMs’ inboxes are always open for questions. Multiple character sheets have been created which are faction tailored. Practically any and every character type is allowed!

At this moment we are in particular looking for Jedi knights and Jedi masters

The game staff is as follows:

@Ruby
@Ellri
@Heat
@Sini
@Ezekiel
@Sundered Echo
@Jackdaw
@Almalthia
@Fallenreaper
@Bea

Useful links:
Link to the Discord channel
The PW forums (guides and CSes within)

Join the Persistent Galaxy! (Star Wars)

Set 3647 years before Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

The galaxy lies in the midst of a cold war. Sith and Jedi are aplenty, numbering in the thousands each. The galaxy has been divided and controlled by the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire. The Jedi Temple on Coruscant is now rubble, the Order having relocated to their mysterious homeworld of Tython where a new Temple has been built. The Sith Empire continue to consolidate their new territories, while constantly building up their military forces and training new Sith warriors. In the now reduced Republic terrorities, the Galactic Republic recovers from their defeat, corruption is abound, refugees rampant all while the military is built back up in preparation for another imminent war with the Sith. The Hutt Cartel continue their usual business, continuing to make credits and employ rogues from every background. The proud Mandalorian clans dream of past days of greatness, split on which side to work with between the Empire and Republic. Everyone in between simply tries to live their lives and survive in the harsh, unpredictable galaxy.

---

The Star Wars persistent world involves multiple parallel plot lines going at once, in the form of several different IC threads. Players are encouraged to push for their own unique character driven plots, interact with others, form friendships, make enemies and create their own stories in the universe. As the entangled plot pushes forward and develops the players will have to adapt. Another great war between the Sith and Republic/Jedi may be on the horizon, for example...

Whatever occupation you choose in the PW is virtually unlimited. Players can be anything from a Jedi, Sith, soldier, mercenary, pirate, bounty hunter, senator, Hutt and beyond. Players may create their own GM approved factions. Of course there are limitations in the name of power, players are pushed to develop their characters, improve and gain power. Such limited roles include Sith Lords and Jedi Masters. For these you may not initially apply as one, you must grow into it.

In depth knowledge of Star Wars is not required, multiple guides have been laid out to assist players, the GMs’ inboxes are always open for questions. Multiple character sheets have been created which are faction tailored. Practically any and every character type is allowed!

At this moment we are in particular looking for Jedi knights and Jedi masters

The game staff is as follows:

@Ruby
@Ellri
@Heat
@Sini
@Ezekiel
@Sundered Echo
@Jackdaw
@Almalthia
@Fallenreaper
@Bea

Useful links:
Link to the Discord channel
The PW forums (guides and CSes within)

Blood Reigns Over Westeros: A Song of Ice & Fire Story (Accepting Player Proposals)

Does anyone have plans with the Redwyne? Might cobble a CS together for the Abor?

@tech

I have it where the current Hightower lord’s mom was a Redwyne. So the two houses have a pretty good relationship. But if you want to play them and change any of that just lemme know.

[ASOIAF]: Before the Dragons Danced

Darn. I was itching to potentially play this guy, the king of the Basilisk Islands: awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Saathos…

But the Saans are taken. Oh well. I may think of another char idea.

[Jedi] Tython

“Let’s move it! We have to head back to Temple and regroup!” Kyla shouted, motioning for San to follow Jaslyn as she herself moved back, leaping onto ledges as they retreated. Her eyes shifted back to Elav, he was the furthest ahead, right in the way of the closest Terentatek.

Elav grunted as the monstrosity came barrelling towards him, claws first, unleashing a horrific screech as it ran. The Jedi was quick, and leapt off the ground at seemingly the last second. He spun in the air, lightsabers humming as he landed to its side, then cleaved both blades directly into the beast’s gut. It let out a fearsome howl then swatted with its massive claw at the Jedi. The twi’lek was fast, and ducked, though was not quite quick enough as it batted him to the side, nearly off the edge of the canyon. He was slow to his feet, a nasty pair of cuts on his left shoulder. The injured beast lumbered towards its prey, nearly cleaved in half but still moving. The others drew closer as well, charging towards Elav.

“Keep moving!” Kyla screamed to the two padawans as she raised her free hand, then called upon the Force, gathering as much strength as she could to pull Elav towards her. She acted quickly, as the monstrosities lunged at her friend she pulled him off the ground, yanking him off his feet and upwards. He flew through the air, just as confused as the Terentateks were at the action. He landed to her side, sliding across the ground but alive.

“I’m not letting those things kill you, you are not sacrificing yourself Elav.” The battlemaster said as she flicked off her lightsaber, then grabbed the Jedi knight with her free hand and helped him to his feet, then onto the next ledge up. Both Jedi climbing desperately to the surface.

The surface was near. The beasts were following them up, thankfully climbing slower than any of the Jedi were but still in hot pursuit of their prey. Tython continued its turbulence around them, hurricane level winds sweeping across the surface as the thunderstorm echoed above them. It seemed the entire planet was flipped on its head. The Force, which had such a delicate balance on the world seemed to be teetering on the brink of breaking. Threatening to plunge itself into utter peril and instability.

Jaslyn put away her sabers one on each hip as Kyla told them to go. Clambering up the side of the Rift was more complicated than leaping down had been. Looking back down she saw Elav fall and almost roll off the edge and Jaslyn reached out and knew that Kyla was moving him with the Force.

Something in Jaslyn clicked and she reached out and sent a push to the one that had attacked Elav. And nothing happened. It looked up at her as if it knew she was the one that sent the Force push at it. Jaslyn swallowed loudly. Nothing?! I know I reached out and pushed it...or was supposed to. Are there even things that the Force doesn’t work on?!? This just got more dangerous. And I think I just pissed it off. Continuing to climb and concentrating on getting to the next ledge higher up. Hand over hand and scrambling to the lip of the Rift. Never again. Well maybe not never, but not for a really, really, really, really long time.

Lightning flashed and the wind howled over the top of the Rift. The storm was so violent that the clouds were so deep a green they were almost black. Thunder in all it’s intensity shook the ground. Lightning so close as to hear the crackle of electricity in the air and the smell of ozone was almost overwhelming the scent of fire. Something was burning.I hope that’s coming from the Rift. Jaslyn thought as she grabbed the grass on the surface looking for a handhold. Finding one she pulled herself up to the surface laying flat on her stomach.

Quickly rolling over Jaslyn was greeted with the sight of the roiling, boiling storm. Pushing up and leaning on her elbows Jaslyn scanned the surface and not seeing the survivor she looked around at the havoc that was being wrought. Quickly she took in the fact that something was truly wrong.

What Are You Listening To?

Brilliant.

Blood Reigns Over Westeros: A Song of Ice & Fire Story (Accepting Player Proposals)

@Aufklarung yep, on @Inkarnate's server. A whole section of channels for the RP (there's a lot of memeing though lol).

[Jedi] Tython

“What do we have here, master Vondin? Taking your padawan out at a dangerous time like this?” A male twi’lek asked, his skin a dark green, clad in the signature robes of the Jedi. A smirk on his face, a notable scar running across his right cheek all the way down to his chin. His left hand a cybernetic, eyes lit with curiosity and sarcasm. Kyla shook her head as Jedi knight Elav Chiyoa approached them.

“I’m surprised you’re not already out there Elav, its your kind of business.” She said to the scarred twi’lek as he walked up to her, giving San a brief glance.

“I was just on my way and now it seems a convenient transport appeared in front of me, and I guess you’re my chauffeur.” He joked with a deep laugh. Kyla once more shaking her head as another rare smile escaped onto her lips. Elav was a comedian, but he was a damn good Jedi as well. She’d fought alongside him in some of her later battles during the war.

“You’re San right? Be careful with your master, she climbs mountains for fun.” He added with a nod towards the Kel Dor. Then glanced back at Kyla.
“I-I don’t think she does,” San Anin said in a soft voice, the joke going over her head completely as her social awkwardness forced her to be more reclusive as she stayed close to the battlemaster. Her eyes did not leave Kyla, at least, they kept the master in her field of view as she thought of what else to say in response to Elav. Her hands continued to play with each other as she tried to clear her mind, though it seemed impossible with her nerves getting to her. Her hands stopped playing with each other as she realized what she was doing, embarrassed at being so helpless in the situation. San Anin’s mind raced as to what they might face in the Rift.

“Yep, now you’re driving, have fun. The Rift isn’t far.” Kyla replied as Elav rolled his eyes, strolling to the cockpit and sliding into the pilot’s seat.
With Elav out of the San Anin’s sight, she relaxed a bit before she found a spot to sit and cross her legs to try to meditate. Gradually, as she closed her eyes, her worries of the day began to fall away as her mind became one with the force once more. She could feel the conflict that the intruder brought to the planet as San Anin honed her mind. Never before had she felt the planet so conflicted, as if it shared the same worries of facing the dark side that the Kel Dor had.

“I’m sorry for being so shy, master,” San Anin said in an unnervingly calm voice, her eyes still closed behind her protective goggles. At least her shy nature faded away when she meditated, a natural stress relief for the reclusive padawan. “I will try to be more confident in the future,” she continued, the calm voice persisting.

“Don’t worry about it San, you have a gentle soul. There’s no shame in that. I’d rather you were calm, composed and quiet than boisterous and unpredictable.” Kyla stated with a nod, sitting across from her padawan as the shuttle door closed and the vessel rose upwards off the ground. As it rocketed up more she heard Elav exclaim something from the cockpit, over the roar of the thrusters.

“You know I’m serious, I’ve seen that battlemaster climb up one of those snow capped mountains single handedly. What do you think she does in her free time?” The twi’lek said as he pushed the controls forwards and piloted them over the very mountain range he was speaking about.

“Ignore him. He’s just ridiculous.” Kyla said to San Anin as the transport continued heading towards the Rift.

Even now the three Jedi could sense the peculiar sensations within the Force caused by the mysterious crash landing. Beneath them the planet rocked gently from a Force storm caused another arthquake, which was strong enough to topple over smaller trees and knock over shelves. She feared if they didn’t put a stop to the disturbances then these quakes would only grow in strength, literally ripping fissures in the ground at its worst point. The veteran Jedi closed her eyes, slowing her breathing as she attempted to meditate on the light side.

In her mind she saw the oceans of Tython, the waters now ravenous with waves. The deep blue seas rocked powerfully, slamming tides into the shores with increasing furiosity. In the desert sandstorms kicked up, spraying dirt, rock and sand across the waterless wasteland. It seemed the entire planet was trembling, only increasing in furiosity. Still, she managed to find some peace in the Force. Just enough to focus her thoughts, calm her nerves and ready herself for whatever challenges they would soon face.

“We’re close!” Elav shouted as the ship rocked gently, signaling they were indeed drawing nearer to the Rift.

Fierce winds swept through the fearsome, mysterious gorge in the ground. Kyla could sense others strong in the Force deep within the canyon, though it was too chaotic to figure out exactly who or what their intentions were. She slowly opened her eyes, and rose to her feet, grasping onto a side-bar as the transport began to lower to the barren ground. With her free hand she carefully grasped one of San’s then looked her teenaged apprentice in the eyes with pure certainty.

“The Force is with us.”

“The Force is always with us,” San Anin said, nodding her head to her master, looking at the shuttle door with a clear mind. Her mind focused on the task at hand, not the consequences or challenges that they may face, only that they needed to know what was happening. With her hand being held by her master, the padawan grabbed her lightsaber with the other as she prepared herself for any hostilities.

Kyla nodded confidently, pleased with how San had put her worries aside in order to focus on the mission at hand. The shuttle came to a stop in its descent as its landing gear deployed and the ship’s back door slowly began to open. From out of the cockpit walked Elav, clenching a lightsaber in each hand as he glanced at Kyla and San.

“I didn’t pick up signs of any other ships in our vicinity, whatever craft crash landed is deep down the Rift. Hope you both like walking.” The twi’lek said with another smirk, then was the first one to step outside of the transport. The battlemaster and her apprentice not far behind.

“We should be able to hop right down, follow the signs of the crash and the activity within the Force.” Kyla said as she walked across the barren rocky ground surrounding the Rift. Jagged rocks shot up from the ground around them, long dead trees littered the landscape near the gorge. A scentless smoke emitted deep from the depths of the fissure in the planet before them.

“Hey, do you see this?” Elav exclaimed, his voice echoing from below. The Jedi knight already having begun his descent into the canyon.

A set of ledges and sturdy rocks allowing the trio to make their way into the depths, carefully of course. One misstep or slip could prove fatal. As Kyla peeked over the edge down towards Elav she noted he was holding up a large piece of metal with both hands. A piece of the ship that had broken off as it fell into the gorge. Apparently having hit one of the jagged rocks which shot from the sides of the canyon. It was dented and scratched, the rest of the vessel couldn’t have been far.

“We’re on the right path then, let's get going.” The battlemaster stated, then leaped down to the same spot as Elav, waving her hand cautiously for her padawan to follow.

The twi’lek Jedi continued ahead having discarded the metal from the ship, descending to another ledge below them. Kyla blinked as the Force echoed as they went deeper into the Rift, finding it to be an intense sensation. Only amplified by the disturbance from the crashed ship. Suddenly the canyon shook, the Force momentarily screaming out to them before settling itself as quickly as the quake arrived.

“I have never felt the Force do something like this. What could we be tracking that caused this?” San Anin asked to nobody in particular as she carefully maneuvered around an outcrop. She looked to her master before she stopped, allowing herself to feel the sensation that the force imposed upon them. It was a conflicting feeling, though very clear in how much it was unnatural to the planet as a whole. The padawan shook herself free from the force’s hold as she followed closely behind her master, lightsaber hilt still in her hand.

“Likely a powerful dark side inclined force user. The sudden arrival of one would shake the balance of the Force on the world,” Elav stated from below, pausing in his descent to turn and glance back at the San Anin. “One steeped in the dark side.”

“So you think it may be a Sith?” Kyla asked as she carefully dropped down from a steep ledge.

“Possibly. Not all who dwell on the dark side align with the Sith though. Could even be a fallen Jedi. That’d explain how they found this world.” He replied, as unsure as anyone else was about the new arrival to Tython. Another tremble shook the canyon, causing the trio of Jedi to pause in firm stances until it subsided.

“We have to put a stop to the quakes before it rips the world apart. We’ve already lost one temple.” Kyla stated, referring to the sacking of the Coruscant temple. A horrifying incident that seemed to only upset her the more she thought of it, though she was not there during the attack.

“Oh we will. I believe they aren’t far, that looks like a ship.” Elav said with another sly smile, extending one hand to point out a badly damaged starship in their sight. Grounded and dented all over, it seems whoever was piloting it managed to skid it across the rocky floor. A short distance from a side tunnel, the likely destination of whoever made it out of the ship alive.

“Lets go. That has to be it,” Kyla said as she darted downwards, until she was on the same level as the crash landed vessel. Elav alongside her as they cautiously walked towards it, their lightsabers in hand. “Augh, the Force is pulsating down that cavern.”

The strength of it caused Kyla to grab her temples momentarily, causing an intense dizziness which faded after a few seconds. Elav experienced similar issues but both the experienced Jedi brought themselves back to focus. The battlemaster trekked back to find San, making completely sure that her padawan was ready for whatever they may soon encounter within the Rift. Meanwhile Elav looked at the remains of the crashed starship, attempting to look for any pieces which bore a ship name. While badly damaged, the ship did not resemble any Imperial designs he could recall.

“San, I want you to stick close to me once we head into that tunnel. We’re both in uncharted waters here and I need you to be strong for me and for yourself. You see or hear anything unusual let me know immediately.” Kyla said, ensuring her words came out clear and precise.

“I-I’ll be with you, master,” San Anin nodded to Kyla, clearly concentrating on remaining focused and not letting the pulsating feeling of the force get to her. Clearly, the padawan was having a harder time grasping the power and conflict the further they descended into the Rift, though it seemed she was willing to push on despite the dizziness and general unease she felt. With her eyes forward, she stepped past her master to look at the Rift and the crashed ship to examine it from a distance before letting out a sigh.

“I’ll follow your lead,” the padawan said, turning to her master.

Blood Reigns Over Westeros: A Song of Ice & Fire Story (Accepting Player Proposals)