Kalistar

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I'll be there.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

Sorry I've been MIA, I've been in bed the last few days with a slight case of pneumonia. I'm going to post as soon as I'm able

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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And that! Is what she said!!

@VATROU

Hun...I doubt it.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

You guys are too much.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

@mattmanganon Love it. I hope to get a segment up soon, I just started a new job so my schedule is a bit off while I go through training. I should have some more Serra stuff up either tomorrow or maybe Saturday. But definitely Sunday by the latest. 'Shape, as far as Kali goes I'm just waiting on you.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

For Serra?

Sure

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

Can't wait!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Epic.

I loved the whole "Stripper boobs" comment.

I like stripper boobs. I wish I had stripper boobs. If I did, I'd probably never leave the house.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

As the winds begin to pick up and the skies darken as a massive sandstorm moves toward Mos Eisley, Kaylee rushes back to her ship. She had been on her way back to meet with Rush to discuss her findings when the storm began taking shape, and she was too far out of the space port to get back to shelter in time, so her only other option was to get to the ship, which is still a considerable distance from her current location. She hastens her speed as she races against the coming storm, knowing that there is a good chance that she wouldn’t survive being trapped in the sandstorm.

“Kaylee, you better hurry. The storm is getting closer, you don’t have much time.” Rush’s voice comes from the com link.

“I’m going as fast a I can, keep the ramp down. I’ll be there soon.” She tells him.

As she races against the storm, Kaylee can’t seem to shake the feeling that somebody is watching her. It is the same feeling she felt in Mos Eisley, that there was someone, or something following her. This sensation made her uneasy, and it is because of this that she begins to move even faster, using the Force to give her a slight boost of speed. With the added boost of speed, it isn’t long before she sees her ship in the distance. She gives a slight smile as she lowers her head and pushes harder.

Suddenly, something hits her with great force, sending her crashing down into the sand, then rolling down a dune head over heels as she tumbles toward her ship. Stunned by the sudden impact, she looks up at the culprit. He is a man with long black hair and is dressed like an aristocrat. Though he looks human, there is something slightly “off” about him, something unsettling even.

“I understand you’ve been looking for me, Jedi.” The man says.

Before Kaylee can reply, the man is upon her. He grabs her by the throat and lifts her high into the air before slamming her hard down into the sand, driving all of the air from her lungs.

“Don’t resist, child. It doesn’t have to be painful for you.” He says while holding her down, while pair of strange tentacles emerges from his cheeks. Kaylee struggles to get free of the man, but he is too strong.

“Child, I have waited a long, long time for a meal such as yourself to present itself to me. I have starved for generations, surviving on the vermin that thrive on this world. But now, you are here, and after I’ve devoured the soup from your body, I will take the others.” He taunts her as the tentacles make their way toward her nostrils.

Kaylee closes her eyes, concentrating on the Force, and then reaches down inside of her and unleashes a powerful Force push that knocks her attacker off of her. The man rebounds and gets back to his feet.

“You are skilled in your Jedi ways, that is good. I enjoy working up an appetite before I dine.” He says as he approaches her.
“You won’t be dining on me today.” Kaylee says as she activates her lightsaber with a [i]snap-hiss[i].

“We shall see.” He says as he charges toward her in a full sprint. He launches himself at her, however she buries her lightsaber into his chest, just inches from his heart. Kaylee brings her lightsaber up as if to end the confrontation with a single, fatal swing of her blade, however, he reaches down into the desert and launches a handful of sand into her eyes before making his escape.

Kaylee begins to take chase, however she is suddenly aware of her ship, which is no longer in the distance, but touching down just behind her even as the raging sandstorm threatens to engulf her.

“Get in!” Rush calls from the ramp. Kaylee does as he says, running toward the ship and getting to the ramp just as the ship is swallowed by the storm.

“What was that?” Rush asks, unsure of what he had just seen.

“I think it was an Anzat,” Kaylee says, “and I let him get away.”

“You injured him, he won’t get far. Once the storm settles, we’ll find him.” Rush assures her.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

To Serra it seems that sometimes the meetings of the Republic Senate are pointless. Instead of working together to solve the problems facing all of the citizens of the Republic, the various senators and representatives are working against each other to satisfy their own egos, at least enough of them are. While discussing the current issue of increasingly frequent and violent encounters with pirates closer and closer to the Core, Supreme Chancellor Eshka Liska’hag and Senator Salo are constantly butting heads over how to best deal with the situation.

While Serra knows that these are important matters, she has a matter that she would like to see to herself. To her, it is a matter of utmost importance. Recently, she was given information by a friend in Intelligence that led her to believe that her parents may be alive after all. She does not know if the information is true, and she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but she has to look into it. Unfortunately, Val’Sil Zian, the Vice Chair of the Republic has tasked her with a diplomatic mission to Rodia before she can begin looking into this new information. Rodia is one of several worlds that have been openly discussing leaving the Republic, and Serra has been asked to ensure that it does not happen. Ironically, it was because of her parents that she was chosen for this mission. Her parents had enjoyed a good relationship with Navik Roosh, the Grand Protector of Rodia. Despite the benefit of her name, Serra knows that it won't be an easy mission. The aforementioned pirates have been harassing ships Tyrius System, and the Rodians are less than enthusiastic about the Republic’s ability to protect them. However, more disturbingly, Rodia and several other worlds throughout the Republic feel that the government has lost its way, and has become just as bad as the Empire that it had replaced. Fortunately, that sentiment is only shared by a few systems, however, a student of Galactic history, Val’Sil Zian knows that it only takes a small minority to set into motion an irreversible chain of events that could change the galaxy forever.

As the day’s session comes to a close and Serra makes her way back to her office, she is approached by Val’Sil Zian, who she had been hoping to avoid. Zian looked utterly regal as she approaches, her purple gown a stark contrast to her green skin.

“Serra, are you prepared for your trip?” Zian asks casually.

“Not entirely Val’Sil.” Serra admits. “I was hoping to look into another matter before I left for Rodia.”

“I see.” Val’Sil Zian says. She is well aware of Serra’s refusal to accept her parents’ deaths as well as her numerous attempts to find them. “And what could be so important?” she says, knowingly.

“It’s a- personal matter madam.” Serra tells her.

“I understand Serra, I miss them too. However, it’s been 3 years. It’s time for you to move on.” Zian says as she puts a hand on Serra’s shoulder.

“I’m not so sure that they’re really gone. I’ve come into possession of some new information, and I think that they might really be alive.” Serra says as a glimmer of hope enters her voice.

“Oh?” Zian asks, surprised by what she hears.

“There were reports from Felucia, it’s not much but-” she trails off.

“Serra, if this is true, it’s wonderful news. However, the mission to Rodia is of the utmost importance, sadly, more important that a rescue mission for a pair of missing senators, even if they are your parents.” Zian said with regret. “However, as soon as you return from Rodia, you can go to Felucia. I’ll even send you with some of my personal security.”

“What? Tha-thank you.” Serra said, taken aback by the Vice Chair’s generous offer.

“You’re very welcome, they were very dear to me, as are you.” Zian told her. “No go get prepared, you’ll have to leave within the hour if you are to make it to Rodia in time for your meeting.”