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Post by samman322 on Mar 12, 2005 11:03:21 GMT -5
At first I didn't think anyone would join a Star Wars RP, but then I saw that the Poke'mon RP was active and I thought that maybe I had hope.
Plot: This takes place during the Galactic Civil War. The first Death Star has just been destroyed, and Luke Skywalker has led his rebels to a new base on the ice planet of Hoth. (Note that this takes place nearly a week before the battle on Hoth, though if this RP lasts long enough we may get around to that.) Meanwhile, the Galactic Empire is searching the galaxy using Probe Droids to find the rebels. The brave Rebel Alliance attacks the Imperials from their main base on Hoth, as well as secondary bases on planets such as Corellia and Sullust.
Rules
1.No godmoding or powerplaying.
2.You can do romance, but make sure the other character is into it first. I've had bad experiances in RPs where other characters just kiss mine without warning.
3.I suppose you can be a Jedi, but I'd prefer no more than 2 in this entire RP. Plus, you'd better have a good reason for the Jedi being alive when mostly all the others are extinct. A character that can use the Force, but didn't recieve any Jedi training and doesn't have a lightsaber, is a much better choice.
4.Please don't overpower your character. I don't want to see anything like: "The Jedi used the Force to kill the entire army of Stormtroopers. He then put his had to the sky had destroyed the Imperial Star Destroyer in the upper atmosphere." Now that is just too much.
5.You can start anywhere in the galaxy, and you can be a Rebel or Imperial. Have fun!
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2005 11:52:57 GMT -5
A gungin walked around the tauntauns((I'm just joking I'm just joking, please don't hurt me!..... notice that the rebels are almost entirely humans for the majority of the movies? With the acception if the cat fish dudes in the 6th one and Chewie.))
A fighter pilot was sitting in the caffeteria. She was one of the few who were enjoying the rediculously cold weather. She had come from a cold planet herself, and it felt almost like home here. Almost, with the little bumps in the feeling such as the fighter crafts, odd anouncements regarding millitary stuff, the generals, and other such things. She was daintly sipping coffe at a table in a turtle neck and pants, oppose to the majority of the personell who wore warm coats and thick sweater.
Her name is Aliam. While she was human, she was an evolved one. After the thousands of years spent on the cold planet she came from by her ancestors, they had begun to addapt. They were well suited to cold and snowy conditions. With white hair and protective skin, and eyes wich had developed sheilds against cold blizzard winds that sent snowflakes that felt like needles of cold ice into your face.
Other wise, she looked more or less like a normal human.
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Post by samman322 on Mar 12, 2005 13:11:47 GMT -5
(Well, there are plenty of alien rebels, you just don't see many. For instance, there are plenty of Wookie rebels besides Chewbacca, I think. By the way, the "Cat Fish Dudes" are called Mon Calamari. Sorry if I'm being too terribly nerdy for you...)
Riding on his Tauntan into the main hanger was a Rebel named Ren Zander. He dismounted and pushed his goggles up as a group of rebles lead the Tauntan to its pen. He had just returned from a patrol in the freezing weather. He hated Hoth because of its freezing climate, but he knew that its remote location and the fact that it was so uninhabited made it a perfect base.
With his goggles pushed up, one could see that his face was nearly white from the freezing cold, though his skin was actually a slightly darker tone. He had brown eyes, and when he took off his hood, his dark hair was showing. He sighed and headed to the caffeteria to grab a bite to eat.
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2005 14:36:01 GMT -5
As Ren was heading to the Caf, the loudspeakers turned on.
"All personell return inside the building emmidiately. I repeat, get everyone inside. There is a storm comming. Get everyone inside."
Sipping her coffee, Aliam rolled her eyes. They made such a large uproar about storms here. It was just a little snow. Nothing more. And it's not like no one could see when they were comming without the creaky weather eqiupment people were always goggling over.
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Post by samman322 on Mar 12, 2005 17:32:06 GMT -5
Ren heared the annoncement and was glad he didn't decide to take a detour to a Wampa den to check it out like he had considered doing during his patrol. The storm would've hit him as he was heading back, most likely. He walked into the cafeteria since it was indoors and the storm wouldn't have much effect on it. He got some food and a hot drink. (He wanted it nice and hot because of the cold.) He then walked over to the table where Aliam ate. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked.
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2005 17:35:20 GMT -5
"Not at all." she replied, pushing a chair out with her foot for him to sit on. "Looks like you were just outside. How was the ride?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2005 18:57:34 GMT -5
{I haven't RPed Star Wars in a long time...or done anything involving Star Wars, for that matter...so gimme a break if anything is slightly off, and help me out a little. Okay thanks.}
One of the cafeteria doors opened, and a young, stocky Pho Ph'eahian {those aliens with blue fur and four arms, and they're only mentioned in the books} in fighter pilot garb ran in, a mischevious fangy grin on her batlike face.
"Don't ever let me catch you tampering with the starfighters again, and that's an order!!" a gruff male voice shouted from outside, obviously one of the commanding officers.
The pilot's beady black eyes darted wildly around the cafeteria. Some of the Rebels eyed her curiously, some shook their heads, ashamed to know her, and some just ignored her.
"Ha...haha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" She suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.
The cook, a Wookie, was clenching his spatula menacingly, a low growl emitting from the back of his throat. Suddenly, the pilot spun around to face him, smiling coquettishly and trying to make her eyes as big and innocent as she could. She spoke a few things in Shryyiiwook (sp?), and the cook nodded, exasperated. He handed her a bowl of soup and a steaming hot drink, which she took with two of her hands. She thanked him with a nod of her head, and walked over to Ren and Aliam's table, pointing to the third chair with one of her free hands and smiling hopefully at them.
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2005 20:12:36 GMT -5
{I haven't RPed Star Wars in a long time...or done anything involving Star Wars, for that matter...so gimme a break if anything is slightly off, and help me out a little. Okay thanks.} One of the cafeteria doors opened, and a young, stocky Pho Ph'eahian {those aliens with blue fur and four arms, and they're only mentioned in the books} in fighter pilot garb ran in, a mischevious fangy grin on her batlike face. "Don't ever let me catch you tampering with the starfighters again, and that's an order!!" a gruff male voice shouted from outside, obviously one of the commanding officers. The pilot's beady black eyes darted wildly around the cafeteria. Some of the Rebels eyed her curiously, some shook their heads, ashamed to know her, and some just ignored her. "Ha...haha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" She suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably. The cook, a Wookie, was clenching his spatula menacingly, a low growl emitting from the back of his throat. Suddenly, the pilot spun around to face him, smiling coquettishly and trying to make her eyes as big and innocent as she could. She spoke a few things in Shryyiiwook (sp?), and the cook nodded, exasperated. He handed her a bowl of soup and a steaming hot drink, which she took with two of her hands. She thanked him with a nod of her head, and walked over to Ren and Aliam's table, pointing to the third chair with one of her free hands and smiling hopefully at them. Aliam's response was the same as with ren. She simply pushed a chair out with a leg. "So, what did you do to the starfighters this time?" |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2005 22:02:58 GMT -5
Taking the back of the chair with her two free hands, sitting down, and placing her meal on the table, the pilot giggled. Her name was TK. "Well, I just had this great idea to optimize thruster output," she explained excitedly to Aliam, "and I didn't blow anything up in my X-Wing when I tried it, so I decided to improve everybody else's! But the commander didn't seem to like that very much..." She sighed and ate a spoonful of soup.
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Post by samman322 on Mar 12, 2005 22:24:12 GMT -5
Ren was a little bewildered at all the happening, but he sat down. "The ride was fine," he said to Aliam. He turned to TK. "Who are you again?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2005 22:37:32 GMT -5
"The name's TK. Just TK. I'm a pilot," TK explained. "Some day, I'm gonna be a total ace, and take down the Empire!" She looked down at her soup and stirred it uneasily. "I also, uh, like to work with machines. Like, make them run better, make weapons more powerful, stuff like that. But everybody always gets mad at me when I try to fix their stuff. I only make things explode SOMETIMES."
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2005 22:42:52 GMT -5
"She's the local starfighter sabotager. Haven't you ever seen the commander running amuck complaining "SHE DID IT AGAIN!"? It happens once every few weeks at least. I personally prefer the A-wings over the Xs though." she said, tipping her cup to examine the contents, wich were none. So with a soft thud, unheard over the buzz of the caff, she put the mug down.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2005 23:06:31 GMT -5
"A-Wings. Fast, but lack substantial shielding. Not my style," TK commented, folding one pair of arms behind her head and sipping from her mug with a third hand between sentences. "I like my X-Wing. I'm planning on making some upgrades to it later. Needs more missiles. Of course, my favorite craft has got to be...a battleship. Raw power. Big guns. Ever been in control of one?" She smiled, remembering times long past, before she joined the Rebels.
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Post by samman322 on Mar 13, 2005 10:18:30 GMT -5
"Come to think of it, I have heard alot about somebody messing up all the ships, but I never really knew who it was," said Ren. "Hmmm... I do remember being in a battleship once, but only briefly, plus I was a prisoner of the Imperials." He shivered, perhaps because of the cold, or perhaps because of his memories aboard that Imperial Star Destroyer. "I've never controlled one, anyway."
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 13, 2005 10:27:26 GMT -5
"I prefer the joy ride of the little fast ships myself. More manuverable. A good manuever that get you away from being hit, is better then being sheilded from a hit any day. Sheilds wear down. Maneovers can be done over and over again. I wouldn't be able to pilot a battleship without trying to do a barrel roll. Probably why I've never been allowed to try. Oh, and I'm Aliam by the way. Aliam Froshtrik"
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