Ja'Ranjo was walking the streets of Khenarthi's Roost, enjoying the weather of his homeland once more. It had been years since he had been in his homeland, and it almost felt alien to him. The people walking among the streets steered clear of the Khajiit, and not without reason. He had been in Khenarthi's Roost for only a few days, and on the third day he had been there, a thief tried to grab his coinpurse. Ja'Ranjo summoned a sword and cut the thief's head clean off, then without another thought, looted the body for extra gold and used it to buy himself some drinks that night and rented a room at the tavern so he wouldn't have to sleep on the streets.
Sitting inside the the tavern at a back corner, he sipped a bit of his ale and watched as a Khajiit stumbled in and almost dove into a seat at an empty table. Ja'Ranjo sat watching the arrival curiously, wondering why he was so nervous. It couldn't have been skooma; the kid wasn't shaking from good feels, that much was clear. Ja called the Khajiit taking care of the customers over. "Why is little fur over there so nervous?" The 'waiter' looked to the shaking adolescent and back to Ja. "I saw him on a ship out in the docks. One of those Skooma Dealers' ships. That's all I know. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not paid to gossip like a common house cat." The Khajiit went back to going from table to table.
Ja'Ranjo bought another bottle of ale. When it arrived at his table, he took it and started walking for the door. As Ja passed the scared Khajiit's table, he set the bottle down in front of him. "You look like you need it my friend, no offense." Ja left the tavern and looked down the street that lead to the docks and saw a group of three unsavory looking people, and they seemed to be looking for something. "Or someone." Ja thought. He walked back into the tavern and sat down on the opposite side of the room from the Khajiit the people were looking for, and got ready a welcoming gift.
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"Is this heaven..?" Dranik muttered under his breath. "If you have a roast pig, that would do nicely. Oh! And a few of your best cakes my good man!" Dranik grabbed the closest mug and chugged it down. It was a good stout ale, and he set the mug down, feeling warm. He didn't care about the strange red door that had appeared on his ship anymore, all he cared about was drinking and eating, and conversing with the strange people that would inevitably come inside as well. He hadn't seen them yet, but Dranik knew they were coming. The tavern had a certain feel to it like it was the center of something. Dranik shrug this off and downed another mug, this time of a crisp, sweet mead. The dwarf let out a hearty laugh. "My friend, I think I'm beginning to like this place!"
Dranik strode across the floor to the bar. As he sat down at a stool that was just small enough for him to get on and just tall enough for him to see over the counter, he noticed that the strange man was greeting someone else. Just as he looked back to his empty mug, the man in the suit showed up behind the counter again. "What can I get you?" he asked. The dwarf, as per his usual manner in taverns, began his normal rant with the 'bartender'. "Well, I was thinking of try one of each of your finest ales and meads, and-" He was cut off by the sound of clanking, and there sat some twenty odd mugs, each full of a different ale or mead. Dranik sat, stunned. Normally, bartenders waved him off and he ordered a normal mead; he'd never actually gotten it all. "There was something else you wanted?" Dranik shook his head and counted out the money to pay for the drinks, all the while staring open-mouthed at the mugs.
Name: Ja'Ranjo
Race: Kahjiit
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:
Equipment: Light leather gear consisting of a small pauldron, leather boots, and sack cloth pants
Skills: One Handed(Weak summoned sword), Destruction(Flame, Ice spike), Pickpocket, Unarmed Combat
Personality: Cheeky and loyal; Likes to joke around, but is serious in a fight or if someone he cares about is being threatened
Background: Ja'Ranjo grew up in a small coastal city in Elsweyr. One day when he was 11, a group of raiders attacked and in the confusion, Ja'Ranjo ran away from the village. His parents assumed he had died during the attack, and no one tried to find him afterward. He eventually made it to another coastal city where he managed to sneak aboard a Mage's vessel headed for High Rock. Watching the mage's while staying hidden, Ja'Ranjo managed to pick up the basics of spell casting.
At High Rock, Ja'Ranjo decided to learn more of spells, those that would help him fight others. He found a group of Mage's practicing their spells one night and slowly walked toward their camp. At first they were uneasy, but upon learning he wished to learn the arcane arts, they welcomed him with open arms. Eventually, he was able to summon fire from his paws. When he was 17, he knew how to conjure fire, ice, and even a sword from magic. For the past five years, he's been getting rides with pirates looking for an extra body to help plunder the sea, traders looking for a guardian, even fisherman willing to give him free passage. Now he sits in a bar on Khenarthi's Roost, waiting for the next ship to take him wherever it's going.
Race: Kahjiit
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:
Equipment: Light leather gear consisting of a small pauldron, leather boots, and sack cloth pants
Skills: One Handed(Weak summoned sword), Destruction(Flame, Ice spike), Pickpocket, Unarmed Combat
Personality: Cheeky and loyal; Likes to joke around, but is serious in a fight or if someone he cares about is being threatened
Background: Ja'Ranjo grew up in a small coastal city in Elsweyr. One day when he was 11, a group of raiders attacked and in the confusion, Ja'Ranjo ran away from the village. His parents assumed he had died during the attack, and no one tried to find him afterward. He eventually made it to another coastal city where he managed to sneak aboard a Mage's vessel headed for High Rock. Watching the mage's while staying hidden, Ja'Ranjo managed to pick up the basics of spell casting.
At High Rock, Ja'Ranjo decided to learn more of spells, those that would help him fight others. He found a group of Mage's practicing their spells one night and slowly walked toward their camp. At first they were uneasy, but upon learning he wished to learn the arcane arts, they welcomed him with open arms. Eventually, he was able to summon fire from his paws. When he was 17, he knew how to conjure fire, ice, and even a sword from magic. For the past five years, he's been getting rides with pirates looking for an extra body to help plunder the sea, traders looking for a guardian, even fisherman willing to give him free passage. Now he sits in a bar on Khenarthi's Roost, waiting for the next ship to take him wherever it's going.
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Name: Dranik
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Extra Information: Dranik hails from the planet of Rhazmadar, a world covered in snow peaked mountains and lush, green hills. The earth is full of minerals, and the dwarves of Rhazmadar, like most, love mining. Even though their culture looks similar to that of most stories, as seen in their attire, technology has progressed to the space age, and scientists among the dwarves are highly respected. Using a rare element found deep within the planet to fuel their ships, Rhazmadar has visited many other worlds to trade with due to the abundance of minerals in the planet. The middle class and higher up in the social ladder have their own personal space vessels, and Dranik is no different.
Dranik himself loves to drink. He'd drink five whole kegs of mead if you'd let him, and it would just get him drunk. Dranik is a merry fellow and often tells jokes, most of which he made up himself and others don't find to be really amusing. Nonetheless, he loves to be in the middle of a bunch of drinking, happy men. He also loves to tell tall tales that he makes up as he goes along.
(Sorry for the long "Extra Information" section xP)
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Extra Information: Dranik hails from the planet of Rhazmadar, a world covered in snow peaked mountains and lush, green hills. The earth is full of minerals, and the dwarves of Rhazmadar, like most, love mining. Even though their culture looks similar to that of most stories, as seen in their attire, technology has progressed to the space age, and scientists among the dwarves are highly respected. Using a rare element found deep within the planet to fuel their ships, Rhazmadar has visited many other worlds to trade with due to the abundance of minerals in the planet. The middle class and higher up in the social ladder have their own personal space vessels, and Dranik is no different.
Dranik himself loves to drink. He'd drink five whole kegs of mead if you'd let him, and it would just get him drunk. Dranik is a merry fellow and often tells jokes, most of which he made up himself and others don't find to be really amusing. Nonetheless, he loves to be in the middle of a bunch of drinking, happy men. He also loves to tell tall tales that he makes up as he goes along.
(Sorry for the long "Extra Information" section xP)
I don't know if I've been dropped out because I haven't been posting lately, but I've been really busy. I probably won't be able to keep up with posting as often as I should. I'm sorry to have taken up space on this forum. I didn't think I'd have been this busy. Sorry guys. :/ Have a good RP
Stolen Imperial Venator-Class Ship, renamed Reborn Justice
Orbit above Coruscant
Groups of Clones stalked the hallways guarding the engine control room of Reborn Justice. Squads One through Three were charged with patrolling the corridors leading to the room, Squad Four had taken a defensive position outside the Engine room, and Squad Five had hidden within the room and were the last defense if everything went to shit. There had been a recent boarding, and the enemies were on the ship for one thing; to cripple it. Of course, they couldn't be allowed to sabotage the Venator, and so the Clones used a strategy they had learned from the short time they had spent among the Imperial Fleet. The enemies were a group of rebels trying to take over the ship and use it to sneak behind enemy lines.
As Squad Two turned a corner, a stun grenade rolled into the group formation and detonated. As the Clones from Squad Two fell, one of the soldiers' blasters fired, alerting the other squads that someone was attempting to breach the engine room. Rebel teams were currently stalking along behind One and Three, and as soon as the squads had turned down side corridors, the rebels ran straight for the engine room. As one of the rebel hackers began slicing into the system to open the door, the rest of the soldiers took defensive positions and waited for the Clones to get to them. The door opened before Squads One and Three got around to it, and one of the rebel teams rushed into the room. Before they got 2 feet in, they were mowed down by Squad Four, who had taken cover behind various crates. The other group of rebels, who had been tasked with guarding the door, now took positions just outside of the room and began firing at Squad Four. Before half of the men in Four dropped, Squads One and Three came up behind the rebels and finished them off.
Security Room of Stolen Imperial Venator-Class Ship, renamed Reborn Justice
[i]Orbit over former Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Colonel Jagar Barn and General Lewis watched the rebels progress via the security cameras. As Squad Two fell, Lewis slightly shifted his feet while standing at parade rest, while Barn gave a slight smirk. "It seems your soldiers, though bred for war, can not beat a man that is fighting for his freedom," Barn announced. Lewis simply shrugged. "There are still Clones left, mind that you don't forget about them." Barn waved Lewis' comment away. As the rebel teams got to the engine room doors and began hacking, Barn let out a chuckle. Lewis cracked a rare smile, and as Barn saw it, he gave a hearty laugh. "What is it you enjoy? That your men are ill suited to defend the ship?" Lewis simply shook his head and nodded towards the view screens.
As the doors opened and rebels poured into the room, Squad Four peeked out from behind their crates and filled every square inch of doorway with blaster projectiles. Soldiers fell over one another, and it wasn't long before all men were down. Barn stared at the view screens with a look of complete and utter shock on his face and Lewis gave the Colonel a pat on the back. As the last remaining rebels began trying to pick off Squad Four, the remaining patrol squads came up behind the soldiers and took them down. Barn sat down, his hands shaking slightly from the shock of his best men getting cornered and taken down so easily.
Lewis stood and walked to the door that would lead to the elevator. He wanted to talk to the men before they went back to Coruscant and dealt with all the politics of the surrounding planets under the New Galactic Republic's control. Barn got up and walked with the General, and as they headed for the elevator, Barn took a deep breath. "General, I know it's probably too late to ask, but would you mind helping my troops train? I don't want my men to die. If there's the slightest chance that something can be done to save them, I'll accept it." Lewis laughed. Of course we can help. Wouldn't make us great allies if we didn't help, now would it?" He clapped the Colonel on the back. "Don't worry, we'll help you. No matter what it takes, we will make your men ready to fight the Empire." As they waited for the elevator, Barn looked to Lewis. "General? Is it true what they're saying about the droid armies being reactivated? I've heard rumors, but only rumors." The General closed his eyes. "It's not a rumor, and they aren't being reactivated. They're already attacking."
Orbit above Coruscant
Groups of Clones stalked the hallways guarding the engine control room of Reborn Justice. Squads One through Three were charged with patrolling the corridors leading to the room, Squad Four had taken a defensive position outside the Engine room, and Squad Five had hidden within the room and were the last defense if everything went to shit. There had been a recent boarding, and the enemies were on the ship for one thing; to cripple it. Of course, they couldn't be allowed to sabotage the Venator, and so the Clones used a strategy they had learned from the short time they had spent among the Imperial Fleet. The enemies were a group of rebels trying to take over the ship and use it to sneak behind enemy lines.
As Squad Two turned a corner, a stun grenade rolled into the group formation and detonated. As the Clones from Squad Two fell, one of the soldiers' blasters fired, alerting the other squads that someone was attempting to breach the engine room. Rebel teams were currently stalking along behind One and Three, and as soon as the squads had turned down side corridors, the rebels ran straight for the engine room. As one of the rebel hackers began slicing into the system to open the door, the rest of the soldiers took defensive positions and waited for the Clones to get to them. The door opened before Squads One and Three got around to it, and one of the rebel teams rushed into the room. Before they got 2 feet in, they were mowed down by Squad Four, who had taken cover behind various crates. The other group of rebels, who had been tasked with guarding the door, now took positions just outside of the room and began firing at Squad Four. Before half of the men in Four dropped, Squads One and Three came up behind the rebels and finished them off.
Security Room of Stolen Imperial Venator-Class Ship, renamed Reborn Justice
[i]Orbit over former Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Colonel Jagar Barn and General Lewis watched the rebels progress via the security cameras. As Squad Two fell, Lewis slightly shifted his feet while standing at parade rest, while Barn gave a slight smirk. "It seems your soldiers, though bred for war, can not beat a man that is fighting for his freedom," Barn announced. Lewis simply shrugged. "There are still Clones left, mind that you don't forget about them." Barn waved Lewis' comment away. As the rebel teams got to the engine room doors and began hacking, Barn let out a chuckle. Lewis cracked a rare smile, and as Barn saw it, he gave a hearty laugh. "What is it you enjoy? That your men are ill suited to defend the ship?" Lewis simply shook his head and nodded towards the view screens.
As the doors opened and rebels poured into the room, Squad Four peeked out from behind their crates and filled every square inch of doorway with blaster projectiles. Soldiers fell over one another, and it wasn't long before all men were down. Barn stared at the view screens with a look of complete and utter shock on his face and Lewis gave the Colonel a pat on the back. As the last remaining rebels began trying to pick off Squad Four, the remaining patrol squads came up behind the soldiers and took them down. Barn sat down, his hands shaking slightly from the shock of his best men getting cornered and taken down so easily.
Lewis
walked over to the Colonel and sat down next to him. "You see Jagar," Lewis began, "This is how the Empire operates. Your men's tactics may work well against some common militia, but if they try to fight the remnants of the Imperial Army in this state, they will not last five minutes." On the view screens, clones began helping up the fallen rebel troops, who were part of the Coruscant Loyalty Fighters. Colonel Barn leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. "If you're telling the truth," Barn whispered, "Then we have no chance. All hope is lost. We can't possibly win against an army of that." He waved an arm at the screens, where Clones and Loyalty Fighters were now headed back to the hanger bay and talking to each other. Lewis shook his head. "That's not true Colonel. Your men have something even the best Clones don't. [i]Motivation[/]. They know what it's like to live under a tyrant, and they'll do anything to stop it. My Clones, they were part of the army. Sure, they didn't like it, but they had a different perspective then your men."Lewis stood and walked to the door that would lead to the elevator. He wanted to talk to the men before they went back to Coruscant and dealt with all the politics of the surrounding planets under the New Galactic Republic's control. Barn got up and walked with the General, and as they headed for the elevator, Barn took a deep breath. "General, I know it's probably too late to ask, but would you mind helping my troops train? I don't want my men to die. If there's the slightest chance that something can be done to save them, I'll accept it." Lewis laughed. Of course we can help. Wouldn't make us great allies if we didn't help, now would it?" He clapped the Colonel on the back. "Don't worry, we'll help you. No matter what it takes, we will make your men ready to fight the Empire." As they waited for the elevator, Barn looked to Lewis. "General? Is it true what they're saying about the droid armies being reactivated? I've heard rumors, but only rumors." The General closed his eyes. "It's not a rumor, and they aren't being reactivated. They're already attacking."
Yep. I'm going to work on a character sheet. This looks wonderful.
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