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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Conor obviously is going to intentionally miss it.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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Like we're not posting from literal Hell-on-Earth aka TERF island aka tory's playground aka the shittish isles aka 'pretty fucking far from' Great Britain aka United (except for the poor, disabled, queer, or non-white) Kingdom?

@Roman

Yeah but we don't have thanksgiving, we don't even pretend to be thankful

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Jedi Knight Rorwoorr

Jedi Knight Rorwoorr

| {Full Name} |

Rorwoorr

| {Age} |

127

| {Species} |

Wookiee

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Light Side Orientated

| {Appearance} |

Rorwoorr stands at almost two and a half metres tall, he has green eyes and has long hair of a light/dark brown. While Wookiees typically don't wear clothing, being out in society he has adapted to wearing clothing. He wears a variation of Jedi Temple armour that was designed specifically for his size and stature, since traditional armour wouldn't fit him.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

The Lone Wolf - A Wayfarer-class medium transport. Formerly a smuggler vessel. It's hangar holds his personal Y-Wing and his apprentice's craft.
The Blues - The Blues are numbered 1-5. They're reprogrammed pilot B1 battledroids. They operate the Lone Wolf in conjunction with the Pit Droids and the astromechs.
Pit Droids - WACs-56, 57, 58 are the main 'labour' force on the Lone Wolf who look after the ship and the starfighters.
Chuckles - Chuckles is an orange/blue coloured R2 series droid. Bought very on in his life as a Jedi it has served him throughout the course of the Clone Wars. It has been well used, damaged and repaired over the years. With a very, interesting, sense of humor.
Lightsaber Pike - Rorwoor uses a Lightsaber pike. A specialist weapon, while his is useable as a whole weapon with the longer staff being made from bark of the brylark tree making it lightsaber-resistant. His lightsaber is also able to be wielded as a traditional lightsaber.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Strength - Wookiees are renowned for their strength. Not much more needs said.
Technological Savy - Rorwoorr has spent many of his years studying working and learning about technology. He is capable of maintaining, and adjusting technology to suit his needs.
Healing - Force Healing is great and all, but basic medical knowledge doesn't go amiss.
Lightsaber Combat - While many traditional forms don't lend themselves to a Lightsaber Pike, when he detatches the hilt to become a traditional saber he excels in Makashi, the duelist form.
Stature - Rorwoorr's species and stature grants him a level of... intimidation.
Pilot - He's no Jedi Ace, but he can hold his own in the void.

| {Force Abilities} |

Telekinesis - Like most Jedi he has a rudimentary understanding of telekinesis to move things around.
Plant Surge - Rorwoorrs attunement to the natural world, and especially with plant life. He can encourage them to grow rapidly and in ways that assist him.
Alter Environment - By no means an expert, Rorwoorr can manipulate the environment slightly. As it stands he can create light winds, rain, fog and alter the local temperature.
Mind Trick - Rorwoorr like many Jedi has an understanding of the ability to influence the weaker mind. Rather than full-on control or intimidation. Focusing on talking people into confessions.
Force Healing - His affinity for life and living organisms means that, much in the same way as plants, his mastery of the Force allows him to encourage living cells in creatures to heal using his own energies.

| {Limitations} |

Shyrii'wook - Rorwoorr isn't capable of speaking in Galactic Basic, at all. So if he is not currently with someone who can translate for him, he can't be understood.
Physical Stature - Sometimes being big is helpful, other times. It isn't. The reason he flies a Y-Wing is it is difficult for him to get a starfighter with a big enough cockpit for him to fit into.
Racism - Wookiees have been the subject of galactic racism as being nothing but mindless beasts for millennia, sadly in this day and age this hasn't changed.
Isolationist people - He always had a strong bond with his people, and his homeworld of Kashyyyk. Since it has become isolationist it is harder and harder for him to return home.
Wounded - Rorwoorr has an old wound in his left leg that has never healed correctly, and at times still causes him pain and issues.

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| {Personality} |

Rorwoorr is calm and collected. Yes, he wasn't always this way, like most Wookiees as a young pup he struggled with his temper and controlling his inhabitations. His Master, an Ithorian named Ghlano, taught him how to be patient and how to restrain himself. That when his mind was calm and at peace, then he was one with the Force.

There is a joy to life underneath that all Wookiees share, a wonder in the living world and a connection to living things. Despite his species being long-lived he attempts to inject enough joy to live everyday as if its his last. To make his life, matter.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born on Kashyyyk, when his force sensitivity was discovered at a very young age he was sent to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to learn the ways of the Force and to become a Jedi, as was the norm at the time.

| {Background} |

Rorwoorrs life in the temple as a Youngling was nothing extraordinary, for the time that he lived. Long before the Clone Wars or Knightfall. A time of peace and prosperity throughout the Galaxy. He passed his initiate trials, and was chosen as the apprentice to an Ithorian Jedi Knight named Ghlano. Ghlano was predominately a traveling healer. As they roamed from one world to the next, Ghlano taught the young Wookiee patience and understanding. The young and impulsive Wookiee often sought to resolve issues at the end of a lightsaber where possible.

Ghlano taught him the diplomatic approach to resolving issues, though seeing the stigma and issues that the young Wookiee faced took the pup to Kashyyyk around his thirteenth birthday for his Test of Ascension. The Young Jedi was taken to the Shadow Lands, his master would keep the young Wookiees lightsaber.

He went to the Shadowlands with other pups of similar age, though through his own impatience and unwillingness to remain with those less skilled than himself he became separated and lost. Over the course of the next month Ghlano remained outside the Shadowlands meditating waiting for his apprentice to resurface.

Rorwoorr learned a lesson in humility when a pup younger and smaller than himself found the young Jedi and helped lead him to a stream to get water. Proving that strength and wisdom came in various shapes and sizes.

He learned a lesson in courage when a predator attacked their makeshift camp, and he was the only one brave enough to stand up and defend the weakest among them as the faster of the pups fled.

He learned a lesson in compassion when he was wounded, and those who he had helped helped him in turn. Bandaging up his leg, and caring for him as best they could.

The Jedi that emerged, was not the same one who left. When he met again with his Master he asked for his lightsaber, and much to everyones surprise the young Wookiee took it and limped back into the Shadowlands. Some tried to stop him, however Ghlano shook his head and told them this was something he had to do. So the Ithorian returned to his meditation. Another week went by, as Rorwoorr gathered the materials he needed, scavenging scrap and gathering bark of the brylark tree he constructed an attachment for his lightsaber turning it into a pike to assist his walking.

When he re-emerged he told his master that he was ready to become his apprentice once more, and after some words of thanks the two left Kashyyyk with a stronger bond. The Young Jedi more sure on his position, and his role as a Jedi.

The two continued their travels for many years, dealing with various 'humanitarian' crises all over the Galaxy, from an outbreak of disease on Jakku to a ship crashing on Lothal. After facing a particularly vile Pirate Lord in the Vergasso Asteroid belt Ghlano felt it was time for his apprentice to leave his tutelage. They returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, where Rorwoorr was brought before the Jedi Council, upon their agreement he was brought to the lower levels of the temple, and the trials began.

His trial of Skill he passed with ease, various training droids set up against him. Using all the elements around him at his disposal, and his knowledge of droids he dispatched them with precision and ease. Remembering to center himself and breathe afterward. With the council satisfied he was sent deeper. Here he relieved a moment from his past, his trial of Courage. He was once again a young Padawan facing down a Katarn. Unarmed, in the defence of others.

While he retained the same injury as he had gained that day, which still pained him to this day, he was victorious. His trial of courage was complete, as was his Trial of the Flesh.

When he rounded a corner, he found himself in a large dark room. In the center of which his master sat before him. Rorwoorr never had a chance to say anything before a dark fog came down. A blaster bolt came out of nowhere, it took him a second to bring his lightsaber up to block the incoming bolt. Then there was a second, and a third from different angles. Something moved in the shadow, he could see it. He sprung forward jabbing his saber into the fog, but before he could make contact with anything something tall, strong, and heavy carreered into the side of him knocking the wind out. Rolling with the punch he groaned in frustration and pain. Standing up straight, there was a large figure before him.

It roared at him, and he realized that he was facing himself. The battle was vicious, ferocious, and wild. Rorwoorr could feel his primal nature trying to rise to the situation, he had never fought a foe with a similar power to himself. While he fought fair, his other self fought dirty. Targetting his poor leg, bit, clawed, and grabbed at him. The harder they fought, the more aggressive Rorwoorr became. The more powerful his foe appeared to become. In a moment of inspiration, he realized that in fighting as hard and aggressively as he was he was only becoming that which he was fighting.

Raising his lightsaber to block the incoming strike he disabled it instead and dropped the blade. His foe dissolved before him, and Ghlano appeared briefly for a second. His Aura was cheerful, before he disappeared again and Rorwoorr found himself surrounded by the Jedi Council. Having passed his Trial of Self and Insight he was now, a Jedi Knight.

Rorwoorrs first few years as a Jedi Knight were uneventful, with some humanitarian missions with his former master. Some issues with smugglers. His first Jedi Padawan was a Twi'lek called Gerark Bou. Gerark was an impulsive young Jedi, much like Rorwoorr had been back in his childhood. The two butted heads on a number of occasions, Rorwoorr had become laid back as he had become an adult. His people were long-lived. Every day was important, but rushing as he had learned only led to suffering.

As Gerark became older, and more skilled Rorwoorr took a leaf out of his Masters playbook. In order to learn his place as a Jedi, Gerark had to learn about his peoples place and their history. Much the same as how Rorwoorr was put through trials on Kashyyyk, Gerark was taken to Ryloth. In the forest, Rorwoorr meditated in a ruined temple while Gerark was sent into the forest to try and find his way. It was difficult, Rorwoorr had to admit. His job as Gerarks master was to train him and prepare him for his life as a Jedi, to protect him and keep him safe. Rorwoorr was going to have to learn to let him go, to trust in his Padawan, and to trust in his training.

Gerark returned, with a sense of self. A new outlook on his role in life, but before Rorwoorr could do anything two starfighters came careering down from the sky firing at the ground. Rorwoorr jumped into action, stretching out his hand. Communing with the trees, the canopy over their heads grew together and thicker preventing them from being seen. Clipping his lightsaber onto his back, the two of them ran away together to try and get back to the Jedi Shuttle. When they arrived at the shuttle, it was lifting into the air. The two of them attempted to stop the shuttle with the Force but failed, leaving them abandoned in the middle of the forest.

Rorwoorr was known for spending large periods of time away from the temple. So despite their delay in return, the Jedi Council wasn't going to send someone to get them for a long time. After a month of traversing through the forest, they finally started to approach civilization in the form a small town. This was when they were ambushed, by Zyggerian slavers. While their empire was smaller than it used to be, they had heard of the Wookiee Jedi meditating on Ryloth and felt it too great an opportunity to pass up. The battle was fierce, but with Gerark tired and fatigued he couldn't keep up.

Rorwoorr surrendered himself, to save his Padawan. Shipped offworld with a shock collar strapped around his neck. He never really knew where he was for the longest time, he was in some form of mining facility. At times, he tried to resist the training of his new 'owners', but whenever he did they took out their frustration on the other slaves. He became a prize for the slavers, their favorite toy. He was ostracised by the other slaves, who dared not to get close to him for fear of turning themselves into targets. It was here he began to feel the ebb and flow of the Force, and how it interacted with the weather and the natural world. While he never gave up hope of rescue, he had to be realistic. He started to create small winds inside the mine, nothing noticeable beyond a draft. Then he started to create pockets of condensation, or warm spots.

When the time was right, one night he focused on the collar around his neck and its inner workings. Filling it with water from the surrounding air, causes it to short-circuit and fall off. The tired guards in the middle of the night weren't prepared for the two-and-a-half-meter tall, Force-Weilding Wookiee to lead an uprising. The facility fell, and Rorwoorr returned to the Republic and to a Padawan who had since become a Jedi Knight.

It would be years until Rorwoorr would leave the temple again. While his body healed, beyond the old injury, it took his mind longer. Every good deed he performed, came the expectancy of pain or suffering. With the help of his master, Ghlano, Gerark his former apprentice and others within the order he eventually began to feel whole once more. Going out into the Galaxy once again as the Jedi that he had once been. There always remained something with him though, even to this day those who had known him before his ordeal say there is a slightly different air about him. A willingness to do things, no matter the cost. It's not so much about impulse, its about not causing delay.

Things were reasonably peaceful for a time, pangs started to echo throughout the galaxy preceding the Clone Wars. The Separatist movement gained traction, then just as Rorwoorr took on a new Padawan - a Zabrak named Ishtil, war erupted.

Rorwoorr did what he could during the Clone Wars, he tried to instill in Ishtil the same lessons that his master had once taught him, how the Force existed in every living being. How everyone in the Galaxy deserved to be treated with respect, to be treated fairly. Yet these lessons were often hard to teach during the height of war. Gerark had died very early on in the war, having recently taken on his own apprentice who was also killed. Rorwoorr carried the grief of their sacrifice with them in the knowledge that their sacrifice would not be in vain. Meanwhile Ishtil seemed to see a hopelessness too it, his views starting to lean to be more in line with the great Anakin Skywalker. That the Jedi in order to be victorious in this war, had to change.

Fearing what the war may have been doing to the young Jedi Rorwoorr had them reassigned to a medical frigate. A fact that later saved their lives during Knightfall. They both, like Jedi throughout the Galaxy, felt the pain and suffering. They lived through the chaos as GAR High Command tried to re-establish some semblance of what was before. When the call came to regroup on Mandalore they joined with the rest of the fleet, bringing what wounded they could. When plans were laid in motion for a counter attack, Rorwoorr refused and instead set a course for Coruscant with various relief efforts. Ishtil abandoned his master however, heeding the call of the new-found Emperor and the Jedi Ki-Ai Mundi. Rorwoorr tried to dissuade him, though he failed. Rorwoorr would spend the next two years on Coruscant, helping all he could. Millions, if not Billions injured or killed in the wake of the devastating attack.

When it became apparent that there were local gangs hoarding medical supplies, Rorwoorr went on the offensive. Taking the fight to them. It was during one of these raids that he came across what would one day become his home, the Lone Wolf. A small band of raiders had been using it as a mobile base to conduct raids throughout the lower city. The security forces didn't have the manpower to deal with even a ship of its pitiful size or its complement of repurposed Vulture Droids that clung to the hull. Many gave up without a fight, there still existed a fear of what the CIS had done here. Devastation like no-one had ever done to the galactic capital before. The battle was fierce, Rorwoorr fought with what little local forces he had gathered, mainly former clones or security forces. During the battle a starfighter crashed into a nearby building, when everyone was evacuated there remained a young blonde girl left all by herself.

When the dust settled, and the ship was Rorwoorrs he felt a level of responsibility for the child. No living family could be found, so with them all suspected dead he took her in and headed for Mandalore. He would work with the Council of Mercy for a period of time in their efforts to restore life for Mandalore, and once the girl who became known as Kaura Omi-Ren grew older and showed aptitude for the Force he offered her the choice to come with him, and be his apprentice.

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For the first few years off her training they remained largely within Mandalorian Space aboard the Lone Wolf only periodically leaving to head down to the surface of Mandalore or one of Mandalores other planets in order to offer some form of aid or another. As Kaura grew, as did her inquisitive nature. Rorwoorr raised her on tales of the Jedi Order off old, the one he had known ever so briefly before the lead up to The Clone Wars. As Kaura grew, so did her interest for learning. As did Rorwoorrs longing for the past.

He took her to Jedha, the shrine on Anoat, Vrogas Vas, Takodana and . He even took her to the ruins of Coruscant. This is where they learned of her unique ability of Psychometry. When they journeyed to her old home and she picked up an old item of clothing and a memory erupted in her mind casting her back to her childhood. Rorwoorr coached her through it as well as he could, though when pirates attacked shortly after Kaura still a novice unleashed an alarming attack upon them.

De-escalating Rorwoorr told her it was time for a test. At the Lothal Jedi temple.

What transpired within Rorwoorr does not know, and the few times Kaura told him he told her it is between her and the Force. He meditated outside the chamber, and after seven hours she re-emerged with a lightsaber crystal in hand. That is all he needed to know. She elected to construct a pike, much like her master before her. The two of them then spent the next, many years, traveling the Galaxy.

There was times where they pushed into territory they maybe shouldn't have, as they tracked down various lost Jedi Temples. Rorwoorr himself aimed specifically to try and find out what happened to many Jedi after the events of Knightfall. Some, it turned out, took to lives much like his own. Nomadic Jedi who wandered individual systems and planets in order to do what they could. Some had even settled down.

Others had been killed. Whether by Pirates, Brigands, CIS or any other possible party. Gathering what they could, finding any form of possession once held by the Jedi Rorwoorr and Kaura would return it to Mandalore so that anyone surviving the fallen Jedi could mourn their friend, pupil, or mentor.

In later years Kaura took a more pro-active role in their missions. Rorwoorr used what little input he had in order in order to get Kaura an X-Wing, when things started to get more complicated on their missions. Now, they return to Mandalore so that Kaura can visit the council as Rorwoorr believes she is ready to become a Knight

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Present Day:

Conor stepped off the bus as the clouds started to gather. The doors hissed closed as he stood still, he felt a singular drop of rain land on his cheek. Some regarded the rain as washing away your sins, to clean you and make things fresh. He didn't particularly subscribe to any of that, and even if he did it would take a torrent to clear him of his sins. The weight of this past year and a half weighed on him heavily, taller and more grown in his figure. He also hunched over slightly as if something was dragging him down. A new scar blessed his face over his left eye, and his clothes made him look somewhat homeless. Pulling the hood of his cape up over his head he started to walk towards the tower that loomed over him in the distance.

It had been a home for a time, when he had little else going for him. Vincent and Julian had been like brothers, albeit one of them a very annoying brother. Many of the rest of the Renegades had become good friends. They ventured into the realm of heroics, word of mouth even began to spread about their existence. Then the unthinkable. Julian took on more than he could chew. He left the team behind and paid for it dearly, knocked into a coma. No magic nor science could revive him.

Conor did what he could with the team, as the de-facto second in command, but as turmoil began to spread back at home his focus was scattered. Guilt gnawed away at him, he pushed people away. First, those that he should have given more attention and more focus. Who needed him more, such as Dandy. Then even the likes of Eilidh. Eventually, the team began to dissolve around him, and he took his leave. Vowing to return to Ireland and never return to the mess he had made.

Now as the rain began to pour, bouncing miraculously off his cloak. The streets looked the same, but they felt different. The energy was... off. Perhaps it was just him? He could swear the shadows flickered and crawled out toward him. He shrugged it off as nothing but paranoia.

Approaching the tower he was surprised to see a couple of vehicles in the empty lot that was otherwise occupied with broken glass, rubbish and the tell-tale marks of misguided attempts at doing donuts. I suppose free real estate where nobody was going to report you to the police was in short supply.

He took a deep breath as he walked around the building, ignoring the front door. He came across a fire escape door, running his hand down its spine several hidden rules glowed momentarily before the door popped itself open. Slinking in, he pulled it closed behind him. Quickly keying in his code to the alarm system to keep it quiet.

It appeared that none of the remaining Renegades had changed the codes to the tower. That certainly worked to his advantage. Pulling a plain silver ring from his pocket he slipped it on his finger. A wave of cold washed over him, the cold penetrating down into his spine as he drew the shadows of the corridor in on himself as he climbed the stairs. If anyone happened to check the security camera footage at this time all they'd see was a flicker off shadow, nothing more.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada, so probably no replies from me under Monday at the earliest.

Unless I get inspired while sitting up smoking brisket lol

@Lord Wraith

What do you have to give thanks for? You live in Canada?

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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I have an outline done in seriousness but this week has just... kicked my bahooky. It'll be up by the end of the weekend

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Keldabe Administrative District // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector
^{Interacting with @Webboysurf}

Koren was due to speak to the Manda'lor. Hapes had had contact with Mandalore. His two royal guards stood at the door amidst the various other guards. He noted one or two Jedi, from what he understood the Khaleesh was from something known as the Shadow Council. All the guards stood silently at attention, while various delegates in the room spoke to one another. He himself had had a brief conversation with Zailled Mertha from Coruscant while he waited until he moved forward to speak to the Mand'alors secretary. Koren eyed the Emperesses people. He had to admit he was intrigued by the Empire. He wasn't entirely sure what to think of them.

Then the pin dropped.

"Do not mistake my patience for ignorance, nor my hospitality for submission Empress Elara Renkar."

The behemoth of a man, though Koren wasn't sure from here if he was actually large or if his presence was just imposing, stood up and walked towards the Empress. Who, to her credit, didn't back down when she was facing down the Mand'alor. Individuals throughout the room started to file out as there was a lull in the conversation. People trying to get out, before the fight turned... bloody. He had never experienced Mandalorian culture in person, and only had his teachings at the Jedi Temple to guide him.

Koren turned his attention to his two guards as someone approached. Like him, this Kel Dor was dressed in Jedi Robes that had been made far more ornate and decorative.

As he made his way too his guards Koren sent a general nudge in his guards direction allowing the man to approach. Koren bowed his head in a move of respect.

"I will be frank, your highness... I do not believe this moment is opportune for making friends of the Mand'alor. If you are willing to heed the recommendation of a local... I would suggest a more jovial spot to oversee the Founding celebration. If you would permit my company, I have great interest in learning more about the Hapes Consortium."

Koren chuckled. "I... did pick up on that. Come, let us leave." He nodded at the reveal of the lightsaber. "Honestly when I first began to make contact with the Republic I was worried about meeting other Jedi." As the two walked out of the room, flanked by his guards he placed his hand on his own lightsaber. Out of habit, or comfort, more than anything. "It's not as if I have spent my time outside the Order living up to the Jedi Ideals." As the left the Throne Room and out into the corridor he turned back to face Ro Nuul. "I suppose, not many Jedi match the Jedi Ideals of old these days."

Koren allowed his cloak to billow around him as he stopped. His guards moving to a respectable distance, but still, within reach should things turn... sour. "So, Master Nuul. What do you wish to know?"

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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Thank you, just traffic stuff. Got a ticket for driving without a renewed tag.

@King Kindred

Wow you should really get some spray paint and tag your car often