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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

My Rorwoorr post will get worked on tomorrow.

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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Will very likely work on a Rorwoorr post tomorrow post-work

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

In Space around the 'Endurance' // Deep Space // Imperial Territory

The TIE Interceptor swung down in a lazy arc, hanging in close to the grey hull of the Ascendancy-Class Destroyer. Rae Kilian turned down to her scanner, reaching across and flicking a switch to update it. It still showed no enemy contacts. On her left and right were Eleven and Twelve respectively, while on the underside of the vessel Seven, Eight and Nine were performing a sweep going in the opposite direction, fore to aft. At the edge of her scans, she picked up One to Six performing wide counter sweeps. Rae sighed into her helmet, working the pedals lazily as she glided over the hull of the Endurance.

Rae had been assigned to the ship two weeks ago and she still couldn't get over it. It was unlike anything-

An alarm started blaring throughout the cockpit as red triangles appeared on her scanner. She flicked through her settings. One Flight was the closest, and was already swinging back around to engage while Two Flight made its burn towards them. Her comm cracked to life. "Just as we practiced. One Flight, Two Flight. Move to engage, Three and Four hang back and protect the Nest-" The procedures and protocols, training and practice made it all second nature. All the pieces were already moving into position even before Major Thrace called it in.

They had been drilling non-stop since they had come aboard, and now it was finally time to shoot at something living. "-transmitting sensor data now. Clean comms."

As the comms clicked off, she pulled up the sensor readings. Each ship had the standard TIE cockpit, with an ion engine mounted on the back. Dropping out of hyperspace, they had three wings that unlike a standard TIE curved around the central cockpit in much a similar way as a Droid Tri-Fighter. She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth and clicked in frustration. For the second time in as many weeks she was presented with another new vessel.

Clicking her comm over to her flights she clicked her comm on. "Eleven, Twelve spread out. Divert as much power as possible, active scans. I want as much information on the incoming ships as possible."

Rae could do nothing but watch and wait as the red and green blips on her array moved together and became a mess of signals. In the distance, she could see the flashes of green and red through the abyss of space. In the first volley one of the enemy ships spun out wildly before powering down. A clean kill. Whereas in the opening volley Two and Three were knocked out of the fight. She began rhythmically tapping her fingers against her leg. Her comm clicked and came to life, as the well-spoken voice of the Coruscanti came through her helmet. "Rae, they're being cut to shreds aren't we going to-"

Her comm beeped as Control, Lieutenant Anders who relayed orders from the safety of the ship, came through. "Cut the chatter Eleven."

Rae gasped in shock as on sensors she saw the Major knocked out. Always anticipate your opponent's next move, and your superior's next order. The voice of her grandfather ran through her head as she began redistributing power through the fighter. Transferring it from the sensor suite to the engines, as soon as her comm clicked again she had already pushed the fighter on.

"Move in to engage targets Two-Ten."

Four Clicks out. Max range for lasers at one click, max range for a target lock one point five. She ran through the specs in her head. Flicking over to missile targetting as the six targets swung towards the Endurance. Eleven and Twelve trailed her wing, while Seven, Eight and Nine were swinging around at a heavier angle of intercept. Sevens flight would get there after Rae was already in firing range, but their angle of entry would give them an element of surprise against the incoming vessels.

Rae flicked her comm onto the command channel. "Mark trailing target as Five, lead as One. Fill in the rest incrementally." There was a signal chime to recognize acknowledgment. Her scanner screen flashed slightly as the profiles were updated. She watched as the distance continued to close between her and the hostile ships, targets four and five suddenly turned and headed towards the other flight of TIE interceptors.

On the bright side that technically halved their problems.

Raes targetting screen flashed green. "Two out, target one."

"Two out, target two."

"Two out, target three."

As Rae thumbed the trigger and called her shot, she rolled the ship. The missiles lanced out toward the target in a forward spiral. Eleven mimicked her maneuver, whereas Twelve showed his inexperience and just fired as a straight shot. She drew power from rear shields to cannons, switching over her weapons.

Firing in bursts towards the lead ship, still spinning fighting to keep her head centered. After all, there was only so much intertia dampeners could do. At this range the cannons wouldn't be effective, dancing uselessly off the shields. What it would do, was disrupt their targetting sensors. She watched as the range ticked down, once they got too one click she effectively hit the breaks as she pulled up. Twisting in an inverted left corkscrew. Up and over the enemy craft, bringing her around on its tail. She peppered its shield with laser fire as it duked and weaved, her missiles long forgotten.

Only about half her shots hit as the enemy craft duked and weaved, as if seeing the shots before they had even been fired. "I got one on my tail!"

Rae risked a look down to look at the scanner and swore under her breath. "I can't help you Eleven, I'm pinned!"

"Breaking off, swinging around."

She watched as the enemy craft pulled away from her. Putting on the throttle she attempted to close the gap between her and Twelve. Clicking her comms back on. "Bring him to me Twelve. Right at me, manoeuvre six." She brought herself on Twelves flightpath, headed on a collision course. As he bobbed to avoid the fire from behind she weaved in unison to try and hide herself in his silhouette, it wasn't a perfect manoeuvre but if the enemy pilot was focused on his target he might just miss her presence.

A chime on her scanner informed her Eleven was gone. She didn't have time to glance down to determine what the numbers were. One problem at a time. Flicking to missiles, she disabled her targeting computer. Aiming straight ahead. "Mark."

"Sync"

"Sync" Only a split second in difference in their reaction times. Nodding to herself she counted down.

"Three... two... ONE!" She thumbed the trigger, two missiles launched out of the tubes. Bringing her reserves down to two. As they approached the TIE Interceptor he pulled his nose up, as soon as he did the missiles streamed past where he had been moments before. Green laser blasts follow in quick succession. Even as her shots landed, Rae saw the enemy ship duke and twist. Its shields failed, as it twisted and shook.

It continued to fly straight at her, red blasts lancing out. What in the hell... She started to pull up out of the plane of fire, the enemy pilot doing the same and hitting the thrusters as it did so. She winced pushing everything to her engines, twisting down to the right they narrowly missed each other before her scanner beeped indicating her target was disabled.

The enemy pilot, realising he was out of the fight had tried to take her with him. No matter the cost.

A quick cursory glance at her scanner revealed that there were only two interceptors remaining, to three enemy craft. Looking around in order to get a bead on her next target, her entire ship shook and powered down. "Sithspawn!"

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Aboard the 'Endurance' // Deep Space // Imperial Territory

The mood in the hangar was sour as the pilots disembarked from their fighters. Some threw their helmets away in frustration, while others swatted away the mechanics and techs that approached them. They all made a beeline for Major Thrace who stood with his helmet under his arm, Rae could see he was still reeling from the fight however he was easily the more composed of the pilots. He stood looking at the far side of the hangar where the strange craft had landed. Rae had to repress a scoff as technicians and officers poured themselves over the 'enemy' craft. The flight pods opened, and the pilots disembarked.

Off-duty pilots started to file into the hangar from the hallways, clearly having been in Ops or Observation. Even Colonel Tynron walked in, forcing the Squadron into attention. He didn't acknowledge them, walking across the hangar he offered the opposing pilots a curt salute. She could only see the back of his head from here, looking among her fellow pilots. She saw a mix of anger and embarrassment on their faces. The Colonel shook the lead pilot's hand, then gestured at them as they all took their helmets off.

Rae couldn't see them clearly enough to know for certain, but the murmurs among the squadron reinforced her impressions. The oldest barely looked 17. A look from the Major brought them all back in line, as an Intelligence Officer and the Colonel led the pilots away. "What in the moons of Atollon..."

"Kids, we were bested by kids?"

"Major!" Tyrell shouted across the hangar, forcing all the nearby din to quiet down. The Major turned, the vein in his forehead as prominent as an eyebrow that appeared to be lost on his face.

"Major, what in the Chancellors name was that?

The Majors voice was low, and Rae was convinced it was only the anger which carried it. "The future of the Imperial Military. Squadron dismissed, see to your fighters. Debriefing in one hour."

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Teth // Baxel Sector // Separatist Space

^{Interacting with Talik @Queen Arya}

Vorkro swore as fire continued to rain past him, he peered around his cover, watching as the fire continued to rain against the facility's shields from his two cruisers. At the center of the compound, there was a tall spire, that looked reminiscent of a command spire. It explained a lot, whichever Separatist scientist ran this facility obviously had access to some top-level equipment. He grumbled to himself. Last time he took a job from a Mandalorian with very little intel. "Mohira!?" He shouted over the din and the fire. He flinched slightly as there was a thunk which turned out to be nothing more than her landing beside him.

"Vorkro."

"What exactly did you say was in this lab?"

"I didn't." Vorkro swung out behind cover and fired a couple of shot at approaching droids.

"Do you feel like sharing now?"

"Not really." He groaned and rolled his eyes, tapping his wrist comm before leveling his rifle, firing it as best he could with one arm.

"I want continuous fire on those shields. They can't hold indefinitely. We need to take out that artillery before we can move any closer."

Before he could reposition himself his comm flashed at an incoming message from his XO.

"Captain. Ships are friendly, patching through now." Vorkro looked at Mohira with a raised eyebrow, she merely shrugged before she once more charged head-first into the fray. Literally, when she headbutted a nearby B1 Battle droid.

"Captain Olkzar, this is Talik Gida of the Firith Tar'don. Heard you could use a hand down there, so be advised of friendlies inbound. Where do you want us?"

"You're a bit lost Miss Gida-" an explosion rocked in the background. "-Ryloth is a few sectors away. Though I won't say no to the help-" Vorkro grunted from exertion as he twisted his staff around as he heard a Battledroid approaching him round the tree. Even with the shield under constant fire these droids still seemed to be popping up as if from out of the ground. He dropped both his arms as he ducked below a clumsy lunge from another droid, swinging upwards in a left-right motion he brought the active end of the staff against a droids chest. Pushing it off its feet into a nearby clump. Ducking under another he let loose a neat cluster of blaster shots into its chest.

He could have sworn when he saw a group of droids approaching however they were soon cut down in a hail of blaster bolts. "My cruisers are laying down cover fire to the planetary north of the facility. If you swing in low to the south you may get by unaccosted and undetected."

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

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Inquisitor Geist

Inquisitor Geist

| {Full Name} |

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| {Known Aliases} |

Rix Aran (Duros Hutt-Space Mechanic), Doda Tetsu (Rodian Security Expert, former Slicer), Jama Madar (Human Chandrillan Aristocrat)

| {Age} |

Unknown: Approximate age is 22

| {Species} |

Suspected Clawdite

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Dark

| {Appearance} |

Self-explanatory, cover at least the basics to some detail.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

All personal belongings, equipment or items of note that would be either on your character's person on a daily basis or in their quarters. Include as well anything that may be in storage in the cargo bays or hangar if applicable.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Any and all strictly non-force abilities your character may have. This includes, but is not limited to combat skills, natural ability or learned skills.

| {Force Abilities} |

Strictly force-abilities your character may have. Only include this section if your character is a force-user. Anything that may affect your character's ability to be influenced by the force would fall under the Physical Abilities section or the Limitations section, such as if your character was of a species naturally resistant, or was perhaps more susceptible to the mind trick power.

| {Limitations} |

Any and all limitations that your character may possess.

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| {Personality} |

This, along with the Backstory section should be the more detailed areas of the CS.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born on Zoral, raised on Nal Hutta.

| {Background} |

A history of your character showing important events in their past.

@webboysurf

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Rae Kilian

Senior lieutenant Kilian

| {Full Name} |

Rae Kilian

| {Age} |

23

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Rae is a 5'5 caucasian woman. She is incredibly pale, because she spends very little time on planet, spending most of her time in space and in uniform. With her helmet off the main distinction she has over other people is her bright red hair.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Flight Suit: Rae like all Imperial Pilots is assigned a flight suit. The suit has inbuilt life support meaning if she ends up EVA she doesn't risk death.
• EC-17 Holdout Blaster: Single blaster pistol, just incase.
• TIE/interceptor: A Tie Interceptor painted with the yellow stripe off the 287th Fighter Wing.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Physicality: She's no master athlete but he is physically in good shape. She has to be in order to pilot in the way he does, event inertia dampeners only have so much effect in a dogfight.
• Fighter Ace: She joined the Fighter Corp at as young an age as possible. In order to live up to her family name, and prove that her family name isn't the only reason she gained the position. She has pushed herself to becoming one of the best.
• Survivalist Training: Like all fighter pilots within the Imperial Navy Rae is trained to be able to survive shot down behind enemy lines, and live long enough to be rescued and recovered.
• Mechanic: As above. All Imperial Pilots are required to have at least a basic understanding of their craft and how to operate/repair them. It's not something she's naturally gifted at, but its something she's spent time to get good at.
• Tactician: A combination of training and a willing mind allows her to react quickly to evolving situations and maxise her efforts to try and guarantee success.

| {Limitations} |

• Surname: Raes grandfather served in the Clone Wars as an Admiral for the Republic Navy. Her father served, and still currently serves in the military as an Intelligence Officer. Both Admiral Kilian (ret) and Colonel Kilian are respected and known names within the Empire. While Rae received no special favor, good luck convincing some of her peers of that.
• Origin: Not an issue with some, but his family origins in Corellia cause some hardliners within the Empire to have issues. It is largely just political wrangling.
• Target Blindness: Like many pilots, once she has locked in on an idea/target then that is all she can concentrate on. A pilots greatest folly.
• Callous/Gruff: She's a great pilot, and even has skill as a flight lieutenant, however she's closed off and cold to everyone around her. Walls she's had to put up in order to protect herself.

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| {Personality} |

Rae has your typical pilot Type-A personality. She has remarkable self-control and is disciplined in her actions. Every step she takes is designed to help her toward her goals. The issue being here is that she is also naturally very competitive, almost to a fault. She hones in on her target and can't let it go, fighting to get a solution even in no-win situations.

With her family being in the positions they are she's also had to learn to be hardened to the outside world. She feels a desire and a need to prove herself in her service, she needs to distinguish herself. She is her own woman, she isn't in the Fighter Corps because of her Father or Grandfather. She is there on her own merit.

| {Place of Origin} |

Yaga Minor

| {Background} |

Rae was born on the shipyards of Yaga Minor before the fall of the Galactic Republic. She doesn't remember much of her formative years. She remembers that there was chaos and change. Her Grandfather was tasked with the defense of Yaga Minor as the Separatists Continued their advances in the Galactic North. When Admiral Jira Renkar took Ord Mantell and formed the Imperium, Admiral Kilian and the people of Yaga Minor swore their fealty to the fledgling empire. Rae doesn't remember much about these times, being the fact she was a toddler.

As she grew older her father and grandfather weren't around much. Her Grandfather, Shoan Kilian, helped keep the shipyards running and spent many days on Ord Mantell helping secure and create the Imperial Navy. Her Father meanwhile was often off on assignment in what would become the Imperial Security Bureau.

School was a changing time, as curriculums changed. Even in its fledgling state the Empire created a strong sense of duty. The peaces signed by the other nations were seen as a betrayal to all that had been lost during the days of the Galactic Republic. Duty and the ability to serve were the highest honors someone could achieve. This was drilled into Rae from a young age not just at school, but at home. Her Grandfather told her tales of the Clone Wars, tales that were far bloodier than anything her father as an intelligence officer could tell her.

She was twelve when the Battle of Ilum against the Great Enemy. She was never told by her Father or Grandfather who or what the great enemy was, but she saw her duty and her place. Already having a need for speed, and a keen eye as soon as she could enlist in the Imperial Starfighter Corps. She did. She excelled at every avenue and hurdle that she came across. Tested to see if she was Force Sensitive, she rose quickly in the ranks.

Some questioned it, feeling her last name was the reason she managed to advance in the way she did. Clearing the Flight Academy on Ord Cantell as an Ensign she was assigned to the Carrier Allegiant and deployed on the frontier against the Confederacy. In her first engagement, she managed to take out two vultures before attacking a third that was making a run on the carrier. Her attack succeeded however she ended up EVA. Gaining a cross for her achievement she was granted the rank of Lieutenant.

Continuing in their war against the CIS, she quite often turned down leave. Feeling the need to prove her worth. The exception to this was when her Grandfather died. It momentarily shattered her resolve. While she loved her father, he had been absent for much of her teenage years. Meanwhile, her Grandfather having been re-assigned to an administrative post had been a big part of her journey into service. Returning to service she had a new sense of conviction to see the Separatists routed. Gaining an unprecedented second promotion within her early years of service to Senior Lieutenant she was re-assigned to the the Endurance, a Gladiator class Star Destroyer, and assigned a yellow-striped TIE/Interceptor.

She isn't sure where she's headed yet, she hasn't been told. Rae just knows whatever is happening now is big, and no doubt she'll make her grandfather proud.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

@Sep Use six fewer hiders and Rae is good to go.

@Alfhedil

Best I can offer is 3.

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

<Snipped quote by Sep>

First of all, I'd like to sincerely apologize for falling off the face of the planet. Had some things taking my attention away for a decent while. Combined with my muse being a fickle little shit, and I ended up dipping without saying a word. And worse, seems I held a lot of other people up in a critical way, which... Damn, again, sorry about that; I feel like a heel.

So, I don't know if this is still going in any capacity, but I can hopefully at least move some things. I dunno if my muse is still with this RP unfortunately, but I'll see if I can get us out of this apparent deadlock above Coruscant.

@Lewascan2

I uh, wouldn't worry about it pal. Unless others are willing/wanting to come back.

Life happens at the end of the day my friend.