JediJake
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Sorry, got side tracked. Meant to respond sooner with a play by post style uh post. On second thought just upgrade your lightsabers damage and the like.
[SWSE] A New Fear (OOC)
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ffanxii4ever
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Oh, ok thanks
JediJake
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Rebirth
(I'd like to try something new. This is something we can do in the interim between sessions if you enjoy it. Describe your actions and dialog just like normal and we will see how this goes.)
Your certain your alive. Death cannot hurt this much. Your skin is warm and wet and your body is cold, but these sensations are distant in comparison to the pain. You hear a dark raspy chuckle that should be familier put you can't quite place it...and beeping?...what could be bee...
You awaken to the sound of metal clattering on metal and the sound of cursing.."Osik, what a mess. Gather up the remains, they deserve a proper...wait, my god their alive! BAAR'UR!" Another familiar voice exclaims as darkness retakes you.
Arkan and Nax[sblock]Is this death? Finally the pain is removed, the biting cold and sense of great weariness pass as your invigorated, warmed and refreshed. "There is no death, only the force." You find yourselves sitting cross legged in unfamilier grey robes speaking with your deceased friend, Samael. "Quite a ride we had eh? Sorry mine ended so soon. I appear to you here to aid you. While I can no longer travel with you I can help unlock your latent potential, and give you a small portion of my power." He rises and touches your foreheads and you both feel something unlock in your mind. His calm baritone echoes as if from far away. "I'm sorry I can not yet do more...May the force be with you." [/sblock]
Kandosii[sblock]War, war never changes. It's always pain, terror, and death. And hard work. You remember you where once very good at the work part. Battles across dozens of systems hardened you into a fearsome killing machine. The only thing that softened your heart was the small smile your warrior-wife gave you so rarely. When your mating ritual was complete, when your youngling entered the galaxy, when she died without fear in the face of the horrible monster defending you and your son. You remember now, the smell of burned flesh and fresh blood, the taste of your own bile and the enormously loud rippijng metal sound as your ship crashed into the forests near your home...But you cannot remember why... [/sblock]
Shardus[sblock]You feel weightless as your mind wanders among the careful compartments your training instilled in you, weapons training, how to lie with your eyes and body, the controls of a hundred different ships and how to repair them, and your tightly controlled emotions, buried so deep you sometimes forget you have them. But now you know fear...and anger. Blinding pain suddenly engulfs your every thought and you see a new compartment, one alien and yet well known, fearsome and comforting...[/sblock]
"Su cuy'gar!" A rumbling voice yells. You float in a blue tinted oil suspending you. "I'm sorry, the damage was extensive..." Arkan you feel a weight pulling at your shoulders and steel bands around your chest and see small handprints on the glass of your tank. Nax you note angrily that your fur is now completely blackened and that you feel a barely controlled rage and that all you see is tinted in red. Verda you notice that both your hearts beat with the rythmic thumping of the artificial one, you've lost the thing your wife cared most for, your heart. Shardus normally you can control every aspect of your body with extreme precision but now you feel something heavy and cold inside your your head, just below your brain. "Lets get you out of there."
(I'd like to try something new. This is something we can do in the interim between sessions if you enjoy it. Describe your actions and dialog just like normal and we will see how this goes.)
Your certain your alive. Death cannot hurt this much. Your skin is warm and wet and your body is cold, but these sensations are distant in comparison to the pain. You hear a dark raspy chuckle that should be familier put you can't quite place it...and beeping?...what could be bee...
You awaken to the sound of metal clattering on metal and the sound of cursing.."Osik, what a mess. Gather up the remains, they deserve a proper...wait, my god their alive! BAAR'UR!" Another familiar voice exclaims as darkness retakes you.
Arkan and Nax[sblock]Is this death? Finally the pain is removed, the biting cold and sense of great weariness pass as your invigorated, warmed and refreshed. "There is no death, only the force." You find yourselves sitting cross legged in unfamilier grey robes speaking with your deceased friend, Samael. "Quite a ride we had eh? Sorry mine ended so soon. I appear to you here to aid you. While I can no longer travel with you I can help unlock your latent potential, and give you a small portion of my power." He rises and touches your foreheads and you both feel something unlock in your mind. His calm baritone echoes as if from far away. "I'm sorry I can not yet do more...May the force be with you." [/sblock]
Kandosii[sblock]War, war never changes. It's always pain, terror, and death. And hard work. You remember you where once very good at the work part. Battles across dozens of systems hardened you into a fearsome killing machine. The only thing that softened your heart was the small smile your warrior-wife gave you so rarely. When your mating ritual was complete, when your youngling entered the galaxy, when she died without fear in the face of the horrible monster defending you and your son. You remember now, the smell of burned flesh and fresh blood, the taste of your own bile and the enormously loud rippijng metal sound as your ship crashed into the forests near your home...But you cannot remember why... [/sblock]
Shardus[sblock]You feel weightless as your mind wanders among the careful compartments your training instilled in you, weapons training, how to lie with your eyes and body, the controls of a hundred different ships and how to repair them, and your tightly controlled emotions, buried so deep you sometimes forget you have them. But now you know fear...and anger. Blinding pain suddenly engulfs your every thought and you see a new compartment, one alien and yet well known, fearsome and comforting...[/sblock]
"Su cuy'gar!" A rumbling voice yells. You float in a blue tinted oil suspending you. "I'm sorry, the damage was extensive..." Arkan you feel a weight pulling at your shoulders and steel bands around your chest and see small handprints on the glass of your tank. Nax you note angrily that your fur is now completely blackened and that you feel a barely controlled rage and that all you see is tinted in red. Verda you notice that both your hearts beat with the rythmic thumping of the artificial one, you've lost the thing your wife cared most for, your heart. Shardus normally you can control every aspect of your body with extreme precision but now you feel something heavy and cold inside your your head, just below your brain. "Lets get you out of there."
JediJake
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The Aftermath
Deck smiles as Imariss sprints into the room to embrace Arkan. "She's hardly left your side in the days since your...battle. Your on Mandaloria Primus, a planet I hope you can make your new home. You have several messages. One from your Admiral Karth, saying that he has disavowed any knowledge of your existence in this new Sith osik. He bids you go into hiding and covered the costs of repairing your ship and your surgeries and a small amount of money, 10,000 credits as a retirement package. He said he would have to sacrifice someone to the media and that it would be you and my people. Osika politico, see for yourselves."
He turns on a view screen filled with a troubled face, "The holo your about to see is disturbing, viewer discretion is advised." his image is replaced by a deep concealing robe housing a mellifluous voice. "I am Darth Rendous, Dark Lord of the Sith, First Lord of the Sith Empire. Peoples of the Galactic Alliance, the Mandalorian and Fel Empires, and the citizens of Hutt Space, we are at war. Two days ago a Mandalorian warship attacked our allies of Draago Desjiliac and clandestine operatives of the galactic alliance assaulted a peace delegate and personal friend of mine, nearly killing him. These unbidden acts of aggression will not go unanswered! Those who do not with us, will fall against us." The haggard looking news man appears once Rendous is finished. "Seconds after this message was released, Sith Warships dropped out of hyperspace near Coruscant and captured the senate and overwhelmed the forces gathered to defend the Alliance capital with very little bloodshed. The senators where allowed to return to their home planets if they signed a non aggression pact that included restitution and titheing of ninety percent of Alliance warships to the Sith. While the situation looks grim for the peoples of the galaxy, there are those who still fight. Those who will not roll over and let the Sith take as they please! The planetary governers of Correlia, Bothuwui, Duros, Mon Calamari, Naboo, and a dozen others where the first to give their lives in the fight with the Sith on the very Senate Floor which our great galaxy was founded.More on the Great War as the situation develops. This is Free Correllia, signing off."
Deckard smiles, "I think I like that guy. We have much to discuss, have you any questions before I continue to the next messages?"
Deck smiles as Imariss sprints into the room to embrace Arkan. "She's hardly left your side in the days since your...battle. Your on Mandaloria Primus, a planet I hope you can make your new home. You have several messages. One from your Admiral Karth, saying that he has disavowed any knowledge of your existence in this new Sith osik. He bids you go into hiding and covered the costs of repairing your ship and your surgeries and a small amount of money, 10,000 credits as a retirement package. He said he would have to sacrifice someone to the media and that it would be you and my people. Osika politico, see for yourselves."
He turns on a view screen filled with a troubled face, "The holo your about to see is disturbing, viewer discretion is advised." his image is replaced by a deep concealing robe housing a mellifluous voice. "I am Darth Rendous, Dark Lord of the Sith, First Lord of the Sith Empire. Peoples of the Galactic Alliance, the Mandalorian and Fel Empires, and the citizens of Hutt Space, we are at war. Two days ago a Mandalorian warship attacked our allies of Draago Desjiliac and clandestine operatives of the galactic alliance assaulted a peace delegate and personal friend of mine, nearly killing him. These unbidden acts of aggression will not go unanswered! Those who do not with us, will fall against us." The haggard looking news man appears once Rendous is finished. "Seconds after this message was released, Sith Warships dropped out of hyperspace near Coruscant and captured the senate and overwhelmed the forces gathered to defend the Alliance capital with very little bloodshed. The senators where allowed to return to their home planets if they signed a non aggression pact that included restitution and titheing of ninety percent of Alliance warships to the Sith. While the situation looks grim for the peoples of the galaxy, there are those who still fight. Those who will not roll over and let the Sith take as they please! The planetary governers of Correlia, Bothuwui, Duros, Mon Calamari, Naboo, and a dozen others where the first to give their lives in the fight with the Sith on the very Senate Floor which our great galaxy was founded.More on the Great War as the situation develops. This is Free Correllia, signing off."
Deckard smiles, "I think I like that guy. We have much to discuss, have you any questions before I continue to the next messages?"
snakejawz
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losing my heart sucks and will definately earn me a few DSP's eventually.
dual mecha-arms are cool, kinda sucks for my "still trying to be human" thing though.
im thinking alot of my other armor functions got 'fused' or integrated into my body.
im getting closer to being a transformer than a cyborg.
- i will have to trade those aim feats for dual weapons stuff. will have to take a peak at arkan's character ;-)
:EDIT: ok swapped out the 2 aim feats for DWM 1 and 2.
still trying to figure out how Arkan has DWM 3 when it has like a +12 BAB req.
i would like DWM 3 :-D
some of the other guys got a extra talent or feat. what do i do?
dual mecha-arms are cool, kinda sucks for my "still trying to be human" thing though.
im thinking alot of my other armor functions got 'fused' or integrated into my body.
im getting closer to being a transformer than a cyborg.
- i will have to trade those aim feats for dual weapons stuff. will have to take a peak at arkan's character ;-)
:EDIT: ok swapped out the 2 aim feats for DWM 1 and 2.
still trying to figure out how Arkan has DWM 3 when it has like a +12 BAB req.
i would like DWM 3 :-D
some of the other guys got a extra talent or feat. what do i do?
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ffanxii4ever
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Because the DM gave it to me? Invoking Rule 0? (also house rule regarding BAB req makes a +12 into a +3.5, rounding down to +3 ((BAB req - 5)/2) ((12-5)/2)=3.5
ffanxii4ever
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"What, what happened to me?"
Arkan looks at all of the new machinery strapped to his chest, and then looks up at Deckard.
"So I take it that we are out of a job? But I'm sure that you have a solution to that problem. I say let's listen to those messages"
"And hello my sweet, I hope you didn't worry yourself too much over me"
Arkan begins to try out his new arms, picking things up, manipulating them, and getting used to them
"I might be able to get used to these..."
(OOC: Is there still a Jedi Council in this universe?)
Arkan looks at all of the new machinery strapped to his chest, and then looks up at Deckard.
"So I take it that we are out of a job? But I'm sure that you have a solution to that problem. I say let's listen to those messages"
"And hello my sweet, I hope you didn't worry yourself too much over me"
Arkan begins to try out his new arms, picking things up, manipulating them, and getting used to them
"I might be able to get used to these..."
(OOC: Is there still a Jedi Council in this universe?)
snakejawz
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/ im thinking War Machine on steroids...
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/STIDSRl8FdI/AAAAAAAAMpI/D-LENuUG328/s400/11127-3.jpg
http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/pictures/768L.jpg
http://marvelsuperstars.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/war-machine-iron-man.jpg
/ like the first pic, except the guns are on my ARMS...lol
/ (i had seriously though about re-mounting my rockets and heavy blaster to my shoulders.)
/ but now i dont think my shiny-skin comes off anymore :-(
the fog in my mind subsides and i feel a cold stillness inside my body. one of the few pieces that shackled me to this world has stopped cold like another piece of steel. i am now completely heartless. what little of my humanity i had before has now been cast aside. i am now made one with my task. a living weapon that knows no mercy or kindness. no feelings to muddy up the task. Lord Pyrus will know my wrath, even if i can no longer feel it.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/STIDSRl8FdI/AAAAAAAAMpI/D-LENuUG328/s400/11127-3.jpg
http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/pictures/768L.jpg
http://marvelsuperstars.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/war-machine-iron-man.jpg
/ like the first pic, except the guns are on my ARMS...lol
/ (i had seriously though about re-mounting my rockets and heavy blaster to my shoulders.)
/ but now i dont think my shiny-skin comes off anymore :-(
the fog in my mind subsides and i feel a cold stillness inside my body. one of the few pieces that shackled me to this world has stopped cold like another piece of steel. i am now completely heartless. what little of my humanity i had before has now been cast aside. i am now made one with my task. a living weapon that knows no mercy or kindness. no feelings to muddy up the task. Lord Pyrus will know my wrath, even if i can no longer feel it.
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JediJake
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Hey guys, sorry for not getting back sooner. Verda, everyone else got another feat and talent and a racial style ability. Arkan bascally became cordeu ji, shardus went lobot style, nax is intune with the force and has new anger problems. What kind of thing where you thinking of? Maybe you cab never leave your armor or you've become even more attached. I was thinking about an extra heavy gun, a talent, a feat and something else. Let me know what your thinking.
I'll post the other messages you've recieved from the Fel to Mandalorian to Sith first thing when I wake up. Good night gents.
I'll post the other messages you've recieved from the Fel to Mandalorian to Sith first thing when I wake up. Good night gents.
zaxehammer
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As Nax comes to consciousness near the end of his recuperation in the bacta tank, onlookers can only watch and worry. A whirlwind of fur, tooth, and claw batters the tank causing some deep gouges and even minor cracking. The fury plays itself out and Nax slumps into unconsciousness.
The next time Nax wakes, he is breathing the free air once again. He rubs viciously at his eyes, trying to clear the crimson shade that has fallen upon the world. Unable to do so, he puts his head in his hands, telling himself it will fade in time. That's when he sees the other change that has happened. Though he cannot see color as clearly, he notices that his fur is no longer brown streaked with black; darkness has fully enshrouded his body. Rising to his full height, Nax lets loose a deafening roar in defiance of his new condition.
He stalks out of the med bay, in search of something to pummel.
The next time Nax wakes, he is breathing the free air once again. He rubs viciously at his eyes, trying to clear the crimson shade that has fallen upon the world. Unable to do so, he puts his head in his hands, telling himself it will fade in time. That's when he sees the other change that has happened. Though he cannot see color as clearly, he notices that his fur is no longer brown streaked with black; darkness has fully enshrouded his body. Rising to his full height, Nax lets loose a deafening roar in defiance of his new condition.
He stalks out of the med bay, in search of something to pummel.
