Nobodyman123

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

No restrictions on species other than the fact that you need to fit in a cockpit. As for fighters, pretty much any of the standard rebel fighters will be fine (a-wings, x-wings etc.)

You pretty much will all be fresh or close to fresh recruits and no, you can't be force sensitive.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

Sure. Like what? I'll add it to the first post.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

It has been six weeks since the Battle of Hoth, and the Rebel Alliance is weakening. Many of it's bravest pilots were lost during the evacuation and replacements are desperately needed. The Imperial war machine is churning out ships and pilots by the thousands and the fight seems hopeless.

But there are always a few. The desperate, the destitute and those with no where else to go. And there are always those who bitterly want revenge against the Empire, and are willing to put themselves in harm's way to do it.

It is with these beings that the Rebel Alliance must rebuild it's starfighter program and take the fight to the Empire. This... is Raptor Squadron.
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So with Star Wars: Squadrons coming out in two weeks, I thought this would be a really cool RP to do with a group. We would essentially be playing Rebel fighter pilots learning how to fly and fight. Please respond if interested!

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Adam could feel the force emanating behind him, but he dare not take his eyes off his opponent. When Kijani's hands shot forward, the walls buckled and groaned, and even Vader took a step back. Adam felt the dark side radiating off Kijani, and knew he wasn't in a much better place.

"Two Jedi children." Vader said as he righted himself. "I sense great fear in both of you. Give into it, and you may overwhelm me." The expression on the man's face couldn't be seen, but Adam got the impression that he was smiling. Before saying another word, he rushed forward, saber raised. Adam moved to block and the two lightsabers crackled and hummed. Adam was forced to use both of his hands while Darth Vader seemed to be lazily holding onto his weapon. He was toying with them, and Adam knew it. Vader could end this fight at literally any time he wanted, so why was he trying to stall?

Adam tried to push away and tried to attack, but the Dark Lord casually batted away his every attempt before bringing his hand out. The dark side of the force filled the room, and Adam felt himself being lifted off the floor. His windpipe began to collapse, and all he could do choke. Before he blacked out, he could hear another lightsaber activating and a figure rushing for Vader. In surprise, Vader loosened his grip on the young Jedi.

"Master Kenobi. At last." said Vader, turning to face the new threat. "I'm glad that you finally arrived." The aged Jedi master simply took up a guard position.

The Stars of Soot

"Move an airship? As in illegally?" Max asked, trying not to show his surprise. As much as he hated Hubert for what he had done, but he wasn't sure if he could stoop to petty theft and espionage. That is, until he thought about what Hubert was really doing.

Max thought about all the engineers and builders who were now out of work. He thought about the company that the old man had worked so hard to build, all to be flushed right down the crapper. He thought about all the dreams that he still had and would now never get to see. All because of Hubert.

"Officially, I can't answer that question. Unofficially, I still have the keys to the hanger where they keep the Orion. With Hubert in charge, she's destined to be mothballed or worse. I think she could do with one last journey. Better yet, I can also give you the names of a few good crewmembers." Here we go. he thought to himself. In for a penny...

The Stars of Soot

"I think it would sink like lead, honestly." Max replied. "Anyone capable of making anything new or meaningful for the aerospace market has been let go. The layoffs will help his bottom line for a little while, but I give him six months to a year unless he can pull off a miracle. If he can't, then his only choice would be to sell the company." It was true, Hubert honestly didn't have long with the company. It was a damn shame to see it all fall apart like this, but it was completely out of his hands now.

Octavia was a skilled dancer, much better than Max. Still, talking about airships helped put his mind off of the fact that she was dancing circles around him.

"What about you? If your father's company dissolves, then what comes next? Are you planning to start your own company?" Max was very interested in Octavia's stake in all of this. She didn't own the company, but it was still her father's legacy. Maybe she was planning to continue where her father left off and she was looking to hire. If she had asked him, he probably would have said yes on the spot, regardless of money.

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Adam shook his head as the walls of the space station began to creak from stress. Who or whatever this thing was, it was powerful. His thoughts had returned to the smuggling apartment on the Falcon. Was this the same being that he felt?

The door at the other end of the hallway opened, and a wall of pure blackness stepped forwards. He was tall, taller than any man that Adam had ever seen, with the only color eminanting off of him were from the electronic lights on his midsection and the gleaming red lightsaber in his hands. Adam ignited his own blue saber and held it up in a guard position. He wanted to run like hell, but deep down he knew that was pointless.

"What's this?" said the man in black with a deep, mechanized voice. He sounded genuinely surprised. "Where is your Master, child? Where is Obi-wan Kenobi?" Adam felt the inside of his mouth become dry and his words completely failed him.

"Nothing to say? Very well, then." The man said as he rushed forward, lightsaber raised.

The Stars of Soot

"You can certainly say that again." quipped Max. "I'd say he's about three months away from completely running PAS into the ground. He's decimated the hired hands and axed many of the engineers. I think he's more interested in having everyone agree with him rather than doing a decent job."

Max could see Hubert out of the corner of his eye, hobnobbing with a few of his favorite cronies. The young engineer attempted to take Octavia's hand and lead her to the dancefloor. "If we wish for a bit more privacy, then maybe I could offer you a dance." Maximillian wasn't a great dancer, but he was sure that he could fake it for long enough to finish his conversation with Octavia.

The Stars of Soot

Max was surprised to see young Octavia trying to mingle with him. He certainly knew of her, but the actual amount of words they had spoken to each other before tonight could have been counted on two hands. He knew that Gregory dotted on her, and that she shared her father's love of airships. He wondered how she could have become so pleasant while Hubert grew up to become a conniving bastard of the highest order.

"Starting tomorrow, I won't be working anywhere." he began. "Your brother has deemed it fit to let me go. I can only assume that he's invited me to this party to embarrass me further." He couldn't be mad at Octavia for her brother's doings, as he knew the siblings didn't exactly get along very well. Very few people could get along with Hubert Augustus Dorrsett, for that matter.

"I have considered maybe starting my own company, as I have a few designs that have potential. Failing that, I could start racing like dear Claudia. But what of you? What are you up to these days now that your brother runs the company?"

The Stars of Soot

For the third time that night, Maximillian wondered how much this insane party had cost. The band, the hors d'oeuvres, hell, even the punch must have cost the family a small fortune. Thankfully everything was free, so Max didn't feel too bad about helping himself to the spiked punch.

Max never felt comfortable around parties, or any social situation for that matter. The only reasoned he had been invited in the first place was because of his connections to the firm and his relation to Mr. Dorrsett. It felt strange not being here with his old friend, but it seemed rude to refuse the invitation. So, Maximilian Fischer, Airship Engineer and Pilot, dusted off his party suit and made himself presentable. As awkward as he was, he tried his best to enjoy himself. Who knows when he would get another chance.

After finishing his second glass of punch, Max noticed the heavy steps of Hubert Dorrsett coming up from behind him. He rolled his eyes and steeled himself for what was to come next.

"Fischer! I hope you are enjoying yourself." he said. His tone was polite, but Max and Hubert knew each other well enough to know what was really going on. Hubert had come to gloat.

"Yes, thank you. I was surprised to receive the invite, considering my position." Max said, putting his now empty glass on a nearby table.

"Come now, it's the least I can do. I couldn't think of a much better way to celebrating you leaving us." Hubert said.

Celebrating my termination, you mean. Thought Max. Hubert turned the company upside-down even before Gregory's funeral, and one of his first orders of business was to sack many of the engineers who had disagreed, crossed or otherwise annoyed Hubert. It was a long list, and it included Max. After that, Hubert decided to downsize the workforce. Hundreds of manufacturers and airship crew-members were now out of jobs. All for the sake of the bottom line.

"Look at it this way, Fischer." Hubert began. In the years that Max had known him, he couldn't recall a single time where Hubert referred to him by Max or even Mr. Fischer. "Think of it as an opportunity to start fresh. You're not shackled to my father's company anymore, so know you can spread your own wings and seize your destiny."

"Far away from PAS, I assume." Max said dryly. No matter how Hubert tried to spin it, he only saw this as a chance to get rid of a troublesome rival.

"Of course. Perhaps you can find work as a clerk? Or perhaps as a designer of tractors?" Hubert said, keeping obnoxiously chipper. It took nearly all of Max's willpower not to make Hubert eat the empty glass now on the table, but he wouldn't dare do something so shameful in Gregory's house. The man was more of a father to Max than his own father had been, and his work at PAS made him truly happy.

Thanks to Hubert, it was all lost. All of his other projects would be passed on to engineers more to Hubert's liking. Perhaps he could sell one of the designs he had been working on in his spare time? Project Vulcan showed promise, for as radical as it was.

"We shall see." said Max. "If you will excuse me." he quickly bowed and walked away from Hubert, trying his best not to let his anger show.