Varshanka

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

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Standing up Twitch left the room when everyone was dismissed, stepping aside for other in more of a hurry than he was. Heading to the testing range he collected his weapon and spent hours firing and reloading. Firing and reloading. He onlly left when the range master kicked him out, so others could have time as well.

Then he went to the holopods and ran through piloting programs until he ‘crashed’ then it was time for food and bed. Food was basic and bland, but it was healthy and filling.

He was surprised no one asked about the injury, or the fact that the squad was a blend of humanoids and humans. He didn’t care the pay was the same no matter who, or what, he worked with.

Grabbing food he left the commisary, pausing whe the officer in charge tried to bust him for stealing food, usually it didn’t leave. But once he tilted his helmet up and showed the burns and scar tissue, he left and headed back to the rooms. And if he had extra ration bars in his armour, so what.. right?

Throwing half of his extra’s on the table he went to his room and closed the door, only then did he take his helmet off and eat.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Well, it seems Professor McGonagall did pass away and really cannot be the headmaster any longer. Rest in peace, Maggie Smith. 🌷⚰️

@Mole

Rest in peace Dowager Duchess.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Location: Hogmeade
Mentions: Tænar Verch Tygath: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18wdjHe6ziqLr2EYp8i1YMRkQO3ln0Pm_/view?usp=sharing

After lunch, Tænar left the group reluctantly, it was nice being around people, even if she did self exclude herself a lot. we. Usually. But she’d be seeing them all soon, down at the town. Maybe they’d even hop bars? Not that she’d drink. She couldn't do that. It would probably have disastrous results.

Back in her rooms she looked at the things she’d unpacked and then opened her travel trunk and stepped down inside. The presents went into the appropriate room and slot. Hse had a good many dragon scales. But many hoes were missing from the collection. The shell fragment went with the scale in it’s slot in the semi-circle.

Taking a moment she sat in the chair and admired them, so much hard work and she was barely a third of the way to collect them all. Assignment! She coulld have the students list all the dragons and their abilities, their colors.. no that would never do, not if she wanted it published. But she coud get them to make a list for extra credit, and then she could do the rest. At least that way it was an editorial confirmation of her list.

Bar Hopping!

Jumping up from the chair, her feet didn’t touch the ground when she sat all the way onto it, she gave a little giggle. She really did need smaller chair, but that one was so.. comfy.

Moving to her wardrobe room, she figured this was going to be a formally informal get-to-gether so she picked out one of her nicer dresses. As she changed, and combed her hair, and unwillingly added a little makeup, sh pondered the Headmaster question. A previous student. And a previous Death-eater that had turned against them. And was still alive.

“DRACO MALFOY!!??” she said to herself, “MERLIN’S BEARD!!”

If it was him, it was going to be an interesting year. He was kind of cute, but married. If it was Draco, he’d be the only married one on the staff. Unless people were married and just not talking about spouses.

She herself had never had anyone interested I her, Or rather if anybody was – or had been – interested in her, she hadn’t noticed.

Selecting a red and cream dress with god trip she set about getting prepared for the evening of.. hopping bars.

When she finally arrived, later than anyone else, she was quite sure she was lost or had misunderstood the invitational letter, She thought they were meeting at one of the pubs, but it looked like the whole town was turned out for an event.

Hopefully they didn’t interfere with said event.

The Breaking of the Seals

Michael de Shade & Alaina

Waking along behind them Michael gave them space but kept close enough in case the new girl had a psychotic break. She wouldn't be the first if she did. It happened from time to time, not often enough to put serious safe guards in place. But he’d seen enough to be cautious.

Walking in civilian wear made him itch and long for his armour, or for his uniform. Maybe he should go civilian contractor instead of government agent this time. Private security gave him an excuse to roam and listen to police and military channels, and freedom to go when and where he wanted, and needed.

He’d talk with the head of the Order later.

Alaina kept looking over her shoulder at Michael, “He scares me,” she told Jasmine. “Like he’s killed people and will do it again scary.”

“I’m a Knight of the Veil. It’s my duty to protect the Angel-borne like yourself and the Prophets like Jasmine. I have and will kill again. But not you or her.”

“How many, peope have you killed?” Alaina asked.

“No,” He replied. “I won’t tell you that. Because you really really don’t want to know.” Truth be told he wasn’t sure he could remember how many he’d slain across the centuries. Hell’s he’d been in all the Crusades, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and a dozen other hot spots seeking angel Borne and Prophets, and the Enemy.

The Fallen, they were his central target, and he was good at killing them. And their allies, the Sycophantic idiots that worshiped demons as Gods! Usually they were lapdogs idiots. But occasionally the demons got themselves small groups of Armies. Jim Jones, a demon, had both. Idiots and soldiers.

Michael had been to late to save them, but early enough to make sure the host drank the poison as well. The Demon had been forced to take monkey’s as hosts.

Once they were in the dining hall Michael looked around, he’d never really paid attention to where everyone ate. He’d taken vows to eat in private, never be watched eating or drinking. Granted those vows were thousand years old and the man’s entire bloodline was dead by now. But he’d taken the. And he kept his word.

Always.

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Body Language check on Captain Crasse when i was talking vs when other's spoke.

(11+9=20) roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561

n campaign Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Link: roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561
Roll: 1d20+9
Total: 20
Breakdown:

DiceRoll[1d20] → 11
Constant[+9] → 9 (Perception)

YOUNG JUSTICE

i'm willing as well M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse would be my first choice, Batman second, Dick Grayson/Robin third

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Just waiting on character approval or rejection.

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

what to roll to know information about Captain Crasse?

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Name: Twitch
Race: Human
Class: Scout
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 179#
Age: 24
Gender: M
Languages: Basic, Shyriiwook, Binary
Feats: Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Wary Sentries, Shake It Off, Wpn Prof (Pistols), (Rifles), (Simple), Arm Prof (Light)

Gear: Blaster Rifle, Blaster Pistol sidearm
Frag Grenades (1)
Scout Armour (Low-Light Vision, Internal Comm-link),
Short-Ranged Comlink
Bipod, Rangefinder (Rifle) (no Penalty 40 squares)

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Looking around the room for a moment before he shook his head no. He didn’t have an questions. The future missions for the moment looked clear and simple enough. Kill rebels, gather information, and take Hasiki.

After a couple battles he’d put in requisitions for weapon upgrades so he could do his job better. And at a much longer range. Nothing like saying hello from long range. Except when it was reallly long range.

Targeting scopes, better barrel, quantum alignment, interfaze transducers. Eventually he’d be the best.