Kiddo

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

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“We have one wounded in the trees. They’re coming down. Do something,” one of the other Jedi informed Lu. She squinted at him for a moment, taking offense at the last part of his response, but then turned to engage the enemy as a blaster bolt brought her present situation back to the fore. They could hash out the chain of command later, if the idiot survived.

“Only about a dozen enemy signatures, Lu. I’ll watch your back,” Wolf assured her. Lu just nodded and crouched onto the ground, flipping the bipod into position under her rifle’s barrel and then lying down behind it. She tested the trigger lightly, listening to the capacitor charge in response and then begin discharging with a whine that sounded almost like disappointment. It was a good gun.

The Jedi were apparently keen on taking the fight into melee range, for whatever odd reason. Had they not been given blasters? The terrain did not really lend itself to melee, after all; too many roots to trip on and trees from which to get ambushed. But it seemed that such was the method of a Jedi, and Lu would just have to deal with it. Firing into the skirmish wasn’t an option, certainly, so she scoped out some other way of being useful.

A few of the Mandalorians were doing things the proper way: keeping range and providing suppression fire that the Jedi knocked away with alarming ease. They’d make good targets. Lu picked one with a particularly nasty-looking rifle, and squeezed the trigger. Her rifle hummed to life, the whine turning into a muffled roar until the click of blaster gas being released and the ensuing plasma explosion emptied the capacitors completely. She aimed for the neck area, a difficult target but one of the more-susceptible ones in Mandalorian armor. Her shot strayed a bit off of the mark, but it really did not matter; a normal rifle shot would have been deflected by most of the plating, but nothing but the thickest pieces could block her not-quite-legal shots, and the shoulder pads were not the thickest parts. The seering shot of superheated particles punched a clean hole through the enemy’s shoulder and got didn’t come out the other side. For a moment he writhed about, dropping his rifle, but he quickly collapsed as the ricocheting projectile did its job. He was either dead or seriously wounded, and either way, he was out of the fight.

As her weapon began cycling to prepare for the next shot, Lu changed her position, sitting up against her tree to position herself better for a throw. She tossed one of her chakram toward her enemies before regaining her sights. The Frisbee-like disk flew past the mark, but it didn’t matter so much; it just kept going, and collided hard with a tree, deforming so as to bounce back the way that it had come. This time, it was on target, and suddenly the edges burst to life with plasma. The Mandalorian’s armor absorbed the hit with nothing but a deep gouge, but there was still plenty of energy left in the throw, and the disk bounced away with its cutting edges off, veering for another tree to assault its target once more. It wasn’t a particularly effective attack; whereas Lu’s rifle was capable of piercing it, the Mandalorian armor was certainly a match for the weak lightsaber-like edge of her chakram. That wasn’t the point, though; the weapon was doing its job wonderfully. The target, who had been unleashing his blaster-bolt fury on the Jedi, had turned to see what the heck had just slammed into him, and his distraction was enough to give Lu the opening that she needed to put him down with a well-placed shot.

“Behind you, Lu,” Wolf informed her, activating his thrusters for a moment so that she skid a couple meters out of the way of her would-be assassin’s vibro blade. How he had gotten back there without her notice, she did not know, but Wolf had eyes on the back of her head. Good thing, too, else she might have gotten a nasty stabbing. Sure, she was wearing full body armor, but it was not quite the quality of Mandalorian stuff.

Lu dropped her rifle, letting Wolf pull it into its harnessed position, and grabbed for her other chakram as she stood. This was bad; her enemy was better-armed for close combat, and better armored for it, too. Her weapon ignited to life, the three edges where she wasn’t holding it glowing with plasma while the other one stayed nice and safely off. She caught the vibro blade’s edge with the chakram this time, deflecting it harmlessly to the side. That was really all that she could do, though; her offensive capabilities were restricted by his superior reach, and so she quickly backpedaled away in the hopes of getting some backup.

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Deathstroke, I think that "Jumping from miles in the air without having your bones horrendously broken" isn't within the powers of the force. Other people, even those who are not padawan, and even with the assistance of jumper packs, are taking serious fall damage, and if they could have just been like "Force, save me!" and it would worked, it reflects very poorly on their competence.

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Ah, true, I didn't consider that I could just use SW equivalents. Woot woot, will edit those. Edit: Fixed up, thanks ^.^

IRSOG 9 is a... very lax group. Rather, they were. Now they're mostly dead.

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"Give that here, you slug." 9-Alpha-1 swiped the bottle from the Chadra-Fan to the laughter of the rest of the crew, swirled the contents at eye level with mock disapproval, and then swung it back, finishing off the alcohol in one gulp before carefully placing the bottle in the middle of the makeshift table that some of the others were using for their various games of cards. "Alright punks, time to get serious." He kicked at the Nautolan who tried to continue his game, and once he had everyone's attention, he continued.

"Easy mission, fellas. Get in, blow brix up, get out. They don't know that we're coming; they're not gonna know what hit them. Stay with your squads; Beta, you're going with Gamma; Zeta, you're with Alpha. 37 and 23 have the northern and southern batteries, we're taking the third and sixth objectives. Let's leave nothing of this frelling Mount Hanlo, right boys?" His underlings gave generally rowdy confirmation, and he clasped the last connector for his jump pack. "We jump in three minutes, get this brix cleaned up." He gestured to the cards and drinks and unholstered blasters that littered the craft's cargo area.

Lu, rank 9-Alpha-3, quickly completed the winnings transaction on her wallet, smiling as the number in her gambling account grew another few thousand credits. Having an AI whispering advice to you all the time certainly made winning easier. She was standing up when the ship took its first hit, sending her sprawling onto the Devaronian who was looking forlornly at his own wallet. "Captain, are we-" she asked, scrambling over the surprised red fellow to try to regain her footing.

"Shields activated," Wolf informed her, and then the world became a brilliant red and blue light show as a lucky blaster bolt ignited the ship's fuel tanks. The explosion jettisoned her high into the air, and as her shields recovered from the intense energy that they'd absorbed, she could see through their bright distortion. A fireball hung in the air where the ship had once been, blaster shots still piercing through the path the larger chunks of debris continued along. A few smoking contrails signaled the descent of some bits to the forest below. The smoking hulls of the other two ships hurtled beneath her, having not been immediately incinerated by a lucky shot as her transport had been, but obviously incapable of further flight. Suicide lasted the longest, falling beneath the reach of the anti-air cannons largely intact.

She only hovered for a few moments, and then turned herself to face downward, activating Wolf's thrusters to send her quickly down to the planet's surface before the enemy could start training weapons on her. She pulled up at the last moment with practiced ease, landing at a run and darting into the cover the trees might grant her.

"Frak," she muttered under her breath, glancing back up at the magnificent cloud of smoke that had once been her transport. Could anyone else have survived that? She certainly would have been killed had Wolf not activated her shield at the first sign of trouble. But surely someone else had survived, right? They were tough guys! Surely...

"Lu, I'm not detecting any distress signals on the 9 band," Wolf informed her, his electronic voice low and subdued.

She flicked her comm on, shortly pressing the distress signal and then following it verbally. "This is 9-Alpha-3, I landed without incident, roughly..." She checked her HUD for Wolf's estimation of her position. "... 16 clicks from the drop zone. How's everyone else doing?"

"Without incident?" Wolf's intonation was mildly accusatory.

"Well, beyond the obvious." Lu unholstered her rifle, giving it a quick once-over to make sure that nothing had been damage, and then repositioned it to a ready position, flipping the safety to Incinerate. Mandalorian armor cared little for any of the other settings. That done, she grabbed one of her drones and tossed it out into the open, where it quickly ascended and then began streaming her its video. She called it back as she set her heading for the nearest parachute that was caught in the dense canopy. Sure, the enemy was likely to look there, too, but she couldn't not check. Perhaps it was a squadmate, knocked out and incapable of responding to comms.

"Message on 37's band; apparently a Padawan is stuck... somewhere with trees." Wolf sounded like he smiled wryly at the last part, and Lu shared his amusement with a tense chuckle. " At least two Jedi are moving to his position."

"Keep me informed," Lu answered, picking her way quickly through the jungle until the crackle of blaster fire and the sound of speeders flying overhead forced her to slow down a bit for a more tactful approach. As she rounded a tree, she came face-to-face with a Jedi, a Falleen female who was just unholstering her weapon.

"Friendly," Lu called out, staking out her own tree to cover the Jedi's back, scoping out the speeders through the canopy. "What's the situation?"

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Lu

Character Sheet
Name: Lu
Species: Selonian (Important - consider a non-human.)
Age: 28 (No more than 32 years old -- the character was not around when the last war happened)
Rank/Title: Technical Recon Commando(no higher than Jedi Knight -- No masters.)
Planet of Origin/Birth: Selonia
Force Sensitive Y/N: N

Appearance:

Lu is a typical infertile female of her kind, if perhaps a bit on the brawny and bottom-heavy side, though even that is nothing but the result of genetics and concentrated effort to build strength. She stands just under 2 meters in height, covered entirely in black fur but for white skunk-like markings along her sides and on her head. Her sept is shorter-muzzled than average, giving her a look much closer to that of an earth otter than to that of a rat.
Lu wears only the most practical clothing, typically consisting of nothing but armor, Wolf, and perhaps a cloak if discretion is advised. She brings no other clothes with her, and is generally ambivalent about appearing naked before other races. If required of her, though, she’s willing to wear whatever is suitable to the climate, with no particular fashion sense but that she dislikes highly-saturated colors and shoes.

Skills/Abilities/Talents/Training:

- Well-trained natural knack for inventing and fixing things; if it has wires or chips, she’s the one for the job
- Decent combat capability, both in the standard methods of a Republic Trooper and in the more savage, melee methods of her kind
- Lu can speak basic; not a great feat for many species, but not particularly common-place among Selonians
- Lu inherits the basic traits of her race: extreme dexterity, natural quickness, and good eyesight even in the dark

Equipment:

- A robotic jump pack/personal shield generator/minimal exoskeleton/artificial intelligence, named Wolf
- Two robotic plasma chakram, capable of returning to her after being thrown and of linking to her hud to provide her with scout capabilities
- Impact-specific armor, designed to be used in tandem with a ray shield. Its specialty is in deflecting and minimizing the damage caused by physical weapons, as the shield takes care of blaster fire
- A customized anti-armor blaster rifle; using mechanics dangerously close to those of illegal disruptor rifles, this rifle is technically legal but still capable of penetrating many armors that would block default blaster fire
- Mechanic toolkit, including a portable plasma welder and various materials and tools that are generally helpful to have around for scrapping together something useful
- A large supply of thermal detonators and breach charges

Psych profile:

Lu is a tad more brutal even than is normal for a Selonian warrior. She generally operates in an ends-justify-the-means mode, with perhaps a dash of sadism thrown in for good measure. She has no qualms about killing, or torturing, or pillaging and murdering, as long as it’s for what she deems a “good cause.”
She does not consider herself a horrible person, though. She just seems only to care about those close to her, and everyone else can just die. If you are in her little family group, she will be selfless and motherly, though stern and unforgiving. She holds herself to high standards, and expects others to meet only slightly lower ones.
Each death of someone whom she has accepted into her temporary den has hit her hard. As the war has dragged on and on and casualties have increased, Lu has become only more extreme; her callous nature toward outsiders is worse, and her doting attention for the insiders is even greater. Her den’s size has shrunk, but those still left and those she adds to the number are people for whom she would lay down her life and the lives of thousands of innocents to save.
Lu is not unkind to those who are on her side but not in her den, though “cold” might describe her well. She can be funny and helpful, but such affections are temporary and entirely dependent on her present mood and one’s good standing with her and her den.

History:

Each Selonian is assigned a purpose in life from a young age. For Lu, engineering was the field set before her by a bevy of psychological tests at the age of four.
Sadly, there simply wasn’t enough to keep her occupied in just one field. While her peers struggled to grasp concepts, she would learn them quickly and then apply them practically even faster. So it was that the odd came about; a Selonian child had simply too much time on her hands. To fill it, she did the natural thing; she followed her friends to their classes. As the lessons became harder, they took more time, and soon Lu had to narrow her education down to just the three things which intrigued her most; making things, fighting things, and learning about things from other galaxies.
Her broad education resulted in a rather unique and advantageous skillset. She could speak directly to aliens with her learning in Basic, she could spar with her bored friends during off time, and she could do her real job quite well.
This skillset recommended Lu to a position that the Selonians were missing dearly: namely, that of a soldier in the Republican armies. As the Great Sith War came to an end and the Republic attempted to revitalize its wrecked military, the Overden saw an opportunity to cultivate good relations with their galactic masters in the form of a tribute. At the age of 18, Lu was admitted into the Academy with great pomp and circumstance, the first Selonian to ever enlist.
She found adjustment difficult. Before, she had been surrounded by others like herself, her den or her further relatives in the Overden. Now, she found herself in the constant company of odd furless creatures who mistook her for a tall Drall more often than not. But she was decent at adapting to new things, and eventually managed to find herself at home even so far from her planet. Her main coping mechanism was to gather a close-knit group of friends, whom she viewed as her surrogate den.
But for all the good adjustment that she did, her time in the student ranks gave perhaps good reason for a continued segregation of Selonian warriors from Republic soldiers. Her ferocity in battle simulations, sometimes resulting in injuries and even once nearly in a fatality, regularly offended her more-refined teachers. When she graduated, she was recommended to a unit more in tune with her “special needs,” and was thrown into the mishmash group of non-humans who made up IRSOG-9. They fought at Suurja, helped repel the Mandalorians at Ithor and Iridonia. Their contributions to the war were tactical and uncredited, but for them, it was fine. Most of them came out alive, and that was good enough.
And then they were deployed to shuttle in to Gthrak.

Relationships and Acquaintances:

IRSOG-9: a misfit group of skilled-but-undisciplined soldiers who were sent, like other IRSOG units, for the important stuff. Their team was forged through fire and death, and though they had been in plenty of ill-fortuned missions, their squad managed to have some of the lowest death tolls among IRSOG units.
Wolf: Wolf is Lu’s AI, built into a practical robotic body. He controls her chakram, performs whatever hacking she needs done, provides on-the-fly battle diagnostics, and gives her one friend who will never leave her; he’s secured to her by an exoskeleton, after all. He’s chipper, cool-headed, and all-around a decent foil and stabilizing influence for Lu’s aggressive emotions.
(Insert a PC she’s met before)

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Celeste said
I'll be working on my post... That is, if I'm officially accepted. :P

I certainly hope that you get accepted: I love your writing! However, your character might also be a bit on the OP side: he has better versions of powers that some of the other characters have, and then MORE! I'm mainly speaking to the telepathy aspect, which really isn't a big part of your character, and honestly I think would be fine to remove completely. If he can read people's minds at will, then he encroaches on other characters' useful areas. His useful area is his linguistics and possibly his exceptional memory, so I just don't think that he needs the extra power of mind reading (a generally player-unfriendly ability, anyway) to keep him relevant.

A Bunch of Criminals

Jupiter was mildly skeptical about Vulban’s little advertisement. Death Grip guarantee? Not only did it seem hilariously odd to bill his abilities like that, but the massive creature simply couldn’t see how it could even be true. Vulban was so small, after all; as strong as he might be, and as unclenching as his Death Grip may be, to Jupiter he just looked like a grandstanding ant.

“If that is so, perhaps you should keep your hands off of me. I do not wish for us to become inseparable due to your odd disfunction.” Jupiter did his best attempt at a smile to show that he was merely speaking in jest, but it probably looked more like yet another glare to Vulban.

“I shall attempt to provide suitable distraction should we encounter any-“ he continued, but paused for a moment as the lights in the room finally turned off, and the security guards began their last sweep before the change of shift. Ah, it was time for his favorite part of the day, apparently. Sleeping time. But first, he should at least finish his sentence.

“I will provide a distraction for anyone with ‘telekinesis.’” It didn’t translate to anything in his language, but he was certain that he could manage; he needed only to distract everyone, and he would have kept his word. And distracting people was not very difficult for someone of his size.

That was quite enough putting off sleep, though. Now that the lights were no longer blazing down upon him, he was quite ready for his eight hours of rest. More would have been nice, but such luxuries had not been afforded him for a whole year, and it was unlikely that better treatment would begin now.

Sadly, there was a certain someone chained to the wall where he wanted to put his neck; and try as he might, there was no getting comfortable any other way in this tiny, cramped space. He shuffled about for a few awkward minutes until he had decided that something simply had to be done, or else he would get no sleep whatsoever.

“Excuse me, I hope you do not mind, but you are chained to the wall in a particularly cumbersome spot. Would you mind muchly were I to move you to the bed?” He gestured toward the small cot in the dim light streaming through the door, hoping that his ally was not so attached to that section of plaster and concrete as to refuse him.

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Prince, I know that I'm not accepted yet, but since no one else is online to tell you so, I definitely suspect that your character is far and above his power budget.

• Age 14


• Blocking force usage is probably a big nono. It's a very player-unfriendly move which strays into controlling other people's characters far too easily.


• His weaknesses aren't really weaknesses at all. It takes a lot of effort to turn "charismatic" into a flaw, but it looks like that's what you're trying to do.


• You give him a lot of skills (and one "flaw") for what short time he was with his family. If he was with his family long enough to learn diplomacy and how to be a leader, then how has he been in Jedi training long enough to be any good?


• At age 5 he was strong enough to block a Jedi Knight's Force? At age ten he was "stronger than most 30-year-old humans in the Force?" Being a prodigy is one thing, but being a Jedi Master at the age of 5-10 is another thing entirely.

Just keep that in mind if you get rejected; I didn't see your first draft, but these bits are likely to cause you trouble.

Edit: Alright, I've read everything except for some of Celeste's history section; I should have a character up some time tomorrow!

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Awwww, the Ssi Ruu only showed up ABY. Guess my character won't be one of those TT^TT