Laufey

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

Waiting to actually land somewhere, had been a first for Elona. She had been to Coruscant before, even in it's current less than stellar state, the planet still expected over a million vessels to be coming and going every hour. Even then, she could land on the planet as soon as she was able, or wanted to. This experience had been a little more different, but it was to be expected, the Jedi weren't the only ones who had came to the conclave. Representatives from all the powers that be had no doubt sent their self-absorbed diplomats, who simply demanded that they be granted the right to land on the station first. Graveyard might of been big, but it wasn't big enough for all those ego's landing at once.

Recognising the familiar thud made from the landing struts making contact with the ground, reminded her that she actually needed to get them seen to, something about the hydraulics was just 'off', With that done, she began making her final preparations, such as making it look like she had some sleep in the past seventy-six hours, and that her clothing was 'adequate' for the situation. The world was nothing, if not driven by first impressions.

The fact that at the moment she looked like a farmer who had been working the fields for the past week with no sleep, was definitely not the impression she wanted to give. "I suppose this is a good a reason, as any, to brush off my Jedi robes." she thought outloud. A quick hydro-shower later, a change of attire and she was more or less ready. For the first time in quite a while, she actually looked like a Jedi. It was a look she had tried her best to avoid. Looking at herself in the mirror she realised that wearing the cloak just made her look stupid, and opted more for the simple Jedi regalia.

With all her preparations finally finished, Elona stood by the exit of her ship. She looked down, and noticed his right hand latched on to her lightsabre, "uh." unhooking the weapon, she placed it on a near by bench, then finally exited her ship for the first time in far too many days.

Deniable Ops: The Hunt for Megiddo.

Do I need to know the plot of Blacklist? cause I can just go watch a walkthrough of that game if necessary.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

"Well, then." she spoke out loud, feeling confident. "Let's do this." The Silver Galaxy's engines roared to life, and began pushing the ship towards the rather imposing structure that was known as Graveyard Station. She understood why the station was named as such, but it didn't really ring well with her. Nor did it really roll off the tongue that much. She dismissed those thoughts, she wasn’t here to criticise the naming of a station, no she was here for the Conclave. While she doubted her attendance would change much of anything, the call asked for all Jedi to come here, so naturally she did.

"Graveyard Station to unidentified approaching vessels. State your intended course and identify yourselves."

Formality was a must at this point, just because the person on the other end was just a dock worker meant nothing. She needed to treat them with respect, the Jedi didn't need more bad press. "This is the vessel Silver Galaxy, requesting docking permission." As she said that, her hands moved across the console in front of her, transmitting the necessary data.

The sheer amount of traffic coming through the station at this point made an instantaneous response impossible, and she was okay with that. It’s not like she was a diplomatic vessel, or anyone important for that matter. After a moment she received a response in the form of a flight path, and a docking location.

She manouvered the Galaxy in it’s flight path, and after a small wait docked on the station.

Deniable Ops: The Hunt for Megiddo.

Not the biggest Splinter Cell fan, but I wouldn't mind having a go at this.

Knights of the Old Republic: Night Fall

Zarkun said
Looks good, Laufey. You're missing a few words here and there but nothing overly serious. Now then, who else was interested...

Yeah, I suck at proofreading my own work. I'll fix that.

I more or less remade the backstory, old one in a hider for reference.

I shouldn't write when I'm tired.

Knights of the Old Republic: Night Fall

Name: Dorian Corvavich

Age: Thirty-three.

Race: Human, Corellian.

Profession: Green Jedi.

Equipment: Dorian doesn't exactly own much, as a Jedi he naturally has his Lightsaber, but other than the clothes on his back, he owns nary a thing of actual noteworthiness.

Personality: Once upon a time, he might have thought himself a proud man, someone who fought the good fight and did the right thing, but when you go into a war with all those noble ideals you tend to come out all broken and battered. Which is more or less what happened to Dorian, both figuratively and physically. Perhaps deep down he is still that man, but he no longer believes himself to be. Having felt the loss of too much, he has become an uncaring man who would rather be left to his own devices, than anything else. His reclusive nature has of course made it's mark upon his connection to the force, which is naught but a shadow of it's former potential.

Back Story: Considering the whole 'Corellian' and ‘Green Jedi’ part, it's a safe assumption to say that Dorian is, or was at least part of the Corellian ruling elite. As are many other Green Jedi. however, the comparison between the two stop there. Dorian actually intervened in the Mandalorian Wars. He was considered to be the voice of intervention within the Green Jedi, while many of the Corellian Jedi elected to simply stay put and defend naught but Corellia. Dorian decided to take any man who would stand with him, and take these forces to fight alongside the Jedi's Revan and Malak.

He was reported in taking with him several warships, a handful of Jedi and several thousand Corellians who had volunteered to fight. Even if it was a token force, it made the Republic think that Corellia stood with them, and in a small way that helped renew their spirits.

However, that was in the beginning of the war. Victories were numerous, as were the defeats. Corellia hadn’t officially recognised Dorian’s efforts to fight in the war, which meant there was rarely ever reinforcements sent to replace those lost, and it eventually got to the point where they had to take supplies from the Republic troops just to keep on fighting.

The only thing that kept the unit together was Dorian’s determination to see this to the very end, to send the Mandalorians back to that hellhole of planet they called a home. His resolve was nothing, if not adamant, all his men had to do was look at him, and they knew why they were fighting, knowing that when this was all over, he would bring them back home. But as the war dragged on, the Mandalorians only fought harder, and dirtier.

Which resulted in the untimely loss of his wife, Clissa, as she too was a Jedi, one of the first to follow him into action. He felt the blow that resulted in her death. Her loss affected him the most out of anything, in that moment he wasn’t the same man anymore. He became more distant, and reckless with his actions. Once only drinking to celebrate, a pass time many Corellians shared, he now drank simply because it was the only thing that brought him comfort

Then one day, he simply disappeared. All the Jedi of Green who had followed him into battle had fallen in battle, all six of them. His actions had caused the death of hundreds of men, and the bright light that once emanated from him, was no longer shining. With no leader, what little remained of the Corellian forces either folded into the Republic Army, or simply went back home.

All traces of Dorian ran dry, he never returned to Corellia, not even under an assumed name. Some considered him a traitor, while others saw him a hero. ‘The truth is that he’s both, a hero who went to war, and a traitor who left his men’.That’s what they like to say anyways, the real truth is always far from what people want it to be, and is instead whatever they want to believe.

Eventually, Dorian resurfaced on the planet of Balmorra, by this point Malak’s invasion of the galaxy was in full swing, with force users a plenty on his side. The Green Masters sent one of their own to investigate whether or not Dorian had fallen to the ways of the Sith. Instead, all they found was a broken man, who had renounced his old ways. The Jedi left him there to fend for his own devices. Corellia wouldn’t gain anything by bringing him back.

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Name: Dorian Corvavich

Age: Thirty-three.

Race: Human, Corellian.

Profession: Green Jedi.

Equipment: Dorian doesn't own much, as a Jedi he naturally has his trusty Lightsaber, but other than the clothes on his back, he owns nary a thing of noteworthiness.

Personality: Once he might have thought himself a proud man, someone who fought the good fight and did the right thing, but when you go into a war with noble ideals you tend to come out all broken and battered. Which is more or less what happened to Dorian, both figuratively and physically. Perhaps he is still that man, but he does believe himself to be. Having felt the loss of too much, he has become an uncaring man who would rather be left to his own devices, than anything else. His reclusive nature has of course made it's mark upon his connection to the force, which is naught but a shadow of it's former potential.

Back Story: Considering the whole 'Corellian' and Green Jedi part, it's safe to say that Dorian is, or was part of the Corellian ruling elite. As are many other Green Jedi, however, the comparison between the two stop when Dorian actually intervened in the Mandalorian Wars. He was considered to be the voice of intervention within the Green Jedi, while many of the Corellian Jedi elected to simply stay put and defend naught but Corellia. Dorian decided to take any man who would stand with him, and take these forces to fight alongside the Jedi's Revan and Malak.

He was reported in taking with him several warships, a handful of Jedi and several thousand Corellians who had volunteered to fight. Even if it was a token force, it made the Republic think that Corellia stood with them, and in a small way that helped renew their spirits.

However, that was in the beginning of the war. Victories were numerous, but with no Corellian reinforcements, the force he has left with at the beginning of the war was naught for a handful men now. Of the Jedi who had followed him, none remained. All six of them casualties of war. But they had been his friends, and he had felt every blow that result in their deaths, as if they were his own. It had taken a toll on him. The burden of command was one thing, but feeling the death of your friend, and your lover, through the Force is another thing entirely.

It's not reported when, but Dorian simply disappeared from the War at some point, and without a leader, what remained of the Corellian forces either died off, or went back home. With the war over, many back home at Corellian expected Dorian to come back, and at least take responsibility for his actions, but he never did. Not even under an assumed name, all reports of Dorian ended when he went missing in action. That was up and until Balmorra. He wasn't even trying to hide anymore, but when the Green Jedi sent someone to bring him back, they saw a broken man, and so they just left him there. A hero he may of been to some, but he preferred the comfort of the bottle to that his friends.

I actually derped, turns out I did make character during the outage, I had just forgotten about it, and instead make this. Either way, if this one dies then I got a fall back. Taht said, not all that proud of this character, tis a little meh for my usual.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

There was a soft cracking noise, which echoed through the cockpit of the Silver Galaxy, as Elona stretched her body and bones for the last time on this journey. She has been sat in the pilot's seat for the better part of eight hours, making course corrections whenever necessary, but for the most part simply trying to bide her time. This conclave was all she could think about, even if she tried she couldn't remove it from her mind. Not that was necessarily a bad thing, it allowed her more than enough time to prepare for the onslaught of questions she would no doubt receive if someone were to recognise her.

She may call herself a Jedi, a watchman by trade and she may follow their ways. But she wasn't exactly on speaking terms with her fellows, which very much complicated things for her. And try as she might, she couldn't think of a damn thing to say to anyone if they asked. She'd met only a handful of Jedi in her lifetime, and out of that handful, only one of them remembered what they were. The others were ... 'different' to say the least. She liked to rationalize the actions they'd taken by having them fear her, but that didn't exactly help. Since painting yourself as the enemy isn't good for ones self esteem. At the end of the day, they called themselves Jedi, and if they had even the smallest hint of sense remaining, they'd know whatever threat remains out there is much more important than a mindless witch hunt,

Then with the flicking of a switch, her small little dainty craft transitions from Hyperspace and into the real world, in that moment she could feel the presence of every Jedi here, as if they were broadcasting their presence. She looked up through the screen which protected her from the barrenness of space and saw as hundreds of ships slipped into being, and in that moment she realised a few things.

Whoever this Jedi Master was, the one who called together this conclave he was big, not in the physical sense that was. But he had managed to do what no other Jedi had done in quite sometime, and that was bring them all together. While a Jedi may be strong with their blade, or even the force it wasn't that what made them a force to be reckoned with. It was their unified voice, Elona had read about a time when the Jedi were not broken sects all of different ideals, but of a single unified order that stood against the darkness in the galaxy. If even some of that could be restored here ...

Then whatever evil that remains hidden wouldn't stand a chance.

As everything came to her, and she slowly realised what was truly afoot, she could only muster what she needed to say. "Shit." Those four letters easily expressed her thoughts upon this revelation. The Jedi were a force of nature, and one didn't simply call upon a force of nature unless there was something of a truly terrible nature happening.

Knights of the Old Republic: Night Fall

No idea why I didn't just make a character while the site was down for two days .... but I'll do that now.

Knights of the Old Republic: Night Fall

Probably not even gonna make a Jedi who sided with Revan, I guess I just wanted that mattered cleared up anyways.

That said, I'm now gonna do what I just said I wasn't going to do.