(12 replies, posted in Role Playing)

**LOL sorry for the delay, been rather busy the last few days**

Rarja Telkent snarled her rage as she slashed her scarlet lightsabre at the HK training droid. Her anger was not at the droid but rather her master, Darth Tibullus. How dare he bring another Sith Lord on this mission.

She pivoted and took off the HK droid’s left arm. Rarja didn’t show particular glee at the hit. Instead she continued to prod the droid for further weaknesses.

The HK droid slashed at her with a vibro axe, making a slight tear in her sleeve. She took off the droid’s head in retaliation as the wall com chimed.

“Mistress Telkent,” the voice addressed her and Rarja immediately recognised it as Gavren Zyloss, the ship’s pilot. She didn’t allow him to finish.

“What do you want, Zyloss?” she all but growled.

“We’ve arrived at Odacer-Faustin, your master has requested you be part of the landing party.” Zyloss informed her.

Telkent’s mouth twitched, she didn’t believe for one moment that Darth Tibullus would send orders to her through this lanky. However the idea of getting off the ship was an appealing one. “Very well then, I shall meet you at the aft ramp.”

Telkent extinguished her lightsabre and kicked the remains of the HK droid out of her path as she headed to her quarters. She already knew that Odacer-Faustin was a world of extreme cold. She’d need to dress in warmer clothing before meeting with Zyloss and his party.

Jodo Kast is an intriguing character but Boba didn't get his reputation by being forgiving. Kast could have made a name for himself with the Mandalorian armor but not claiming to be better than Boba Fett. That was asking for trouble.

Also I think too many novellas have made Boba seem a little soft, I was glad to see this darker side. After all Boba got his reputation by doing the jobs nobody else would take - we just never hear about those.


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Just wondering if anyone is going to Comicon this weekend? (Kansas City).

I won't be, I'm on the wrong side of the planet.


(12 replies, posted in Role Playing)

RPG: Zombie Plague

Setting: Over three thousand years before the movies – taking place one month after the events of SW: Red Harvest (this is prior to Darth Bane’s time).

Location: Initially on a planet called Odacer-Faustin where a Sith Academy had been. Then moving back to an isolated planet on the mid rim called Notix Prime – landscape: barren wasteland (think something like Mars but with more mountainous terrain).

Background: On Odacer-Faustin, Darth Scabrous discovered an ancient Sith secret that potentially promised eternal life. However the formula is flawed, it kills and reanimates the subject turning it into an insatiably hungry zombie.

The only way to stop a zombie is to cut it into as many pieces as possible. Decapitation doesn’t work as the head and body will continue to function separately (eg, the body could pick up the head and throw it at your character).

The Rules:
1. You may create any character you want.  Clarify their name and species so others can follow their actions easily.
2. You can kill characters you create but you can't kill other people's characters unless they say they have been killed in battle with you. However you can wound other people's characters. Zombies are fair game.
3. You can have any weapon you want but you can only have what your character could physically carry - otherwise they wouldn't be able to move.
4. Be consistent, eg if someone says they blew up a building, don't suddenly be assaulting it.
5. If you have sustained many wounds you will have to either get medical help or eventually die. If you're a Jedi you can use the Force to help heal yourself - if that's one of your powers. If you’re bitten by a zombie, you will become infected.
6. Follow the storyline, sure add a few twists and turns but allow others to see where you want to go so they can help you get there.
7. Don’t be overly gruesome, younger readers may want to take part.
8. Have fun.
Info:     Sith Ranks: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sith
    SW: Red Harvest: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Red_Harvest_%28novel%29

Name: Darth Tibullus
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Affiliation: Sith
Rank: Sith Master
Appearance: Typical Sith, dark robes, gaunt face, yellow eyes. Tribal tattoo down the right side of his face to add to his fearsome visage, he only carries one lightsabre.
Apprentice: Rarja Telkent, human female (I will also be writing for Rarja)

Let us begin...

Darth Tibullus stood at the helm of his ship Vendetta watching as the frozen world of Odacer-Faustin came into view. The pilot made some comment about lack of communication from the ground and Darth Tibullus merely waved his hand with little concern, “Go down regardless.”

He already knew that communications were down. He’d had five spies on the ground at Darth Scabrous’ Academy. All of them had been silent for a number of weeks and that meant something was going on.

He’d tried contacting Lord Shak’Weth, the blademaster, however there had been no response. There had been no consideration in contacting Darth Scabrous as Tibullus knew he would not answer for his own twisted reasons.

From the spies’ last reports, Darth Tibullus knew that Scabrous was up to something. He’d locked himself in his demented tower, hardly showing himself to the occupants of the academy. It was also reported that a handful of students had gone missing recently, there was much speculation but generally the populace thought that Scabrous was abducting them for a darker purpose.

As the ship drew closer Tibullus was able to see that the tower was no longer standing, it appeared to have been destroyed in some sort of explosion. The buildings surrounding it were also impacted by the blast.

A further look and Tibullus noticed that the ancient library had also been destroyed, although it looked more from fire than an actual explosion.

Beside the pilot a Sith soldier, that Tibullus hadn’t bothered to remember the name of, tapped steadily at his controls. “Darth Tibullus, the readouts indicate an explosion in the tower area. There are no life signs in the vicinity.”

Tibullus raised a dark eyebrow, “Interesting, the student population was in the hundreds. Perhaps the explosion killed them all.”

The Sith soldier continued on, “Even in such circumstances there’s usually at least one or two survivors that have found shelter. Should we investigate?”

Tibullus scowled at the Sith soldier, to suggest a course of action to a Sith Master was something to be frowned upon in the least. “Since you’re full of ideas, soldier, you can lead the landing party. Make sure you take a Sith Lord with you, I will await your return. Be sure you have the data I need.” Tibullus said with a sinister edge to his tone. He raised his hand and pinched his fingers together in the unmistakable gesture of a Force choke grip.

“Yes sir,” said the soldier as he departed.

(Anyone please feel free to take up the role of the Sith Soldier or Sith Lord going out, Rarja Telkent will be part of the landing party).

Before the prequels came about Boba Fett's unknown past was touched lightly and it was said that he was Jaster Mereel from Concord Dawn, prior to becoming Boba Fett.

Now that the prequels are around this theory was completely destroyed and Boba Fett the clone has become the "true" origin.

However what if we messed about with it. What if a person named Jaster Mereel took clone Boba Fett's identity? Say Mereel was on the run from the law (as it was said he was supposed to be exiled from Concord Dawn) and decided to off clone Boba Fett and take his place - hence clearing his name and becoming one of the most fearsome bounty hunters in the galaxy. I'm thinking this would happen before clone Boba Fett was 17.

I always figured clone Boba Fett would have too much baggage to become the notorious bounty hunter we all know and love. Jaster Mereel could come from a much harsher background, hence the cold and calculating Boba as an adult.

So would you prefer the idea of an alternate reality from what Lucas created?


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Hmm all is quiet...

Finished reading Red Harvest yesterday and loved it. Nothing like Sith vs Zombies, then Sith becoming zombies... shall say no more as I don't want to ruin it for others.

Great fun, you'll enjoy it if you liked Death Troopers (certainly not for the faint hearted or younger readers).


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I just got me a copy of SW Red Harvest, the second SW/zombie crossover novel (although apparently no ties to Death Troopers). I'm about to start reading it.

Has anyone else read it? If so, what are your thoughts? I'm hoping it's a good one wink

Can't believe I haven't been on since January, times flies. Unfortunately it's not because I was having fun.

My Dad passed away last Monday, his brain tumor finally got the better of him despite four surgeries, radiation therapy and chemo. I will miss him very much.

But on the bright side I guess I can spend some more time back here once again tongue


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I finally got some time to do some writing, it's not finished, but it's a start. I hope you enjoy:

The silence was ominous. A star ship in deep space was supposed to make some noise, the fact that the Iron Fist was dead in the sky was the most disturbing sensation Alexian Feemor had ever felt. His crewmates of two: Hadley Ortnall, the pilot and Trista Inard, the engineer were equally silent.

“What do we do now?” Trista asked breaking the thickening silence.

“You’re the grease monkey so go fix the bloody ship.” Hadley snarled, his large frame shifting in his chair. He scratched at his tattooed right bicep as he glared over to Alexian. “You should have known they’d bring a Connor net.

Hadley was referring to the electrically charged net that had ensnared their ship, temporarily shutting it down quicker than any blaster fire could. “I’m not a mind reader, Hadley.” Alexian replied trying to be less snappy, “Hutts aren’t usually this crafty. A Connor net isn’t exactly a cheap commodity.”

Hadley let out a grunt, “Point taken. But how do we get out of this freckin’ mess?”

Trista pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail. “I’ll try and jump start the main drives, but it won’t get us out of the net.” She turned to look pointedly at Alexian, “Someone will need to go out on the hull and cut us loose.”

Alexian leant back against the co-pilot chair, “That net is still charged, I prefer to remain alive and breathing.”

Trista raised a neatly plucked brow, “Not all of us prefer your current status, Feemor.”

Alexian smirked at that, “I live to annoy others.”

Trista shook her head as she stormed off, “Don’t I know it.”

“Why would they use a Connor net?” Hadley huffed more to himself than to Alexian.

“It’s not the Hutts style, at least not for Gorba.” Alexian sat as he sat himself down in the co-pilot chair. He gazed out to watch the glistening Connor net. “How many ships were following us?”

Hadley sagged back in his chair, the leather creaked and strained. “Following us or firing at us?”

“I think they were all gunning for us, Hadley.” Alexian replied.

Hadley snorted, “I counted at least five.”

“So we should either expect to be blown to kingdom come, which I would have assumed would have happened by now, or we’re about to be boarded.” Alexian surmised as he fingered the side compartment of his chair.

As if to confirm his assumptions, the sound of metal grinding against metal sounded as the boarding tunnel attached to their outer hull access port. “Oh goody,” Hadley growled as he forced himself out of his seat, “time for some target practice,” he said as he pulled out his custom repeater rifle.

The pair stepped into the corridor leading to the access port. Both men were armed, Hadley packing as much as his bulky muscles could carry.

“Don’t use any thermal detonators,” Alexian said for good measure.

Hadley glared at him, “I’m not a moron. I know a thermal detonator could frag our hull.”

Alexian shrugged, “Sometimes you get caught up in the moment during a fire fight.”

Hadley rolled his eyes, “Then shut up and just let me shoot some fodder.”

Alexian wasn’t about to deny the man of such a thing. However their banter was cut short as Trista was shoved down the corridor with a blaster pistol barrel pointed at her temple.

“Gentlemen, please disarm yourselves,” an overly confident male voice instructed them. The humanoid was using Trista as a human shield.

Alexian turned to Hadley, “This guy actually thinks we like Trista?”

Hadley snickered, “What a tosser.”

At that moment, Trista stamped down the heel of her foot upon the toes of her assailant. She then elbowed him in the stomach before slamming her fist into his face. She twisted the blaster pistol from his hand and dug it into his jaw below his ear. “I told you these jerks wouldn’t care if you held me hostage.”

It took all of five seconds for Alexian to notice that the assailant was wearing an Imperial officer uniform and only two more to see that a squad of stormtroopers were barrelling down on them. “We got company!”

Hadley immediately opened fire, Alexian joining him as Trista stunned her assailant. She then ducked for cover behind a bulkhead and joined the fray.

“Is there a plan?” she asked sceptically.

“Yeah, don’t get dead,” Hadley shouted in response.

“Fabulous,” Trista sighed as she shot a trooper in the throat.

Eleven troopers went down before they started to realise that sheer numbers were not going to get them to their prey.

“They’re fanning out,” Alexian told.

“I noticed,” Hadley replied. “I’m going hunting white shell.”

“White shell?” Trista asked.

“Yeah that’s all them stormtroopers are, yella bellies in white shells that do sweet feck all.” Hadley smirked.

Trista turned to Alexian as Hadley stalked off, “You didn’t get a psych test done on him as a pre employment test, did you?”

Alexian shrugged, “I did I just wasn’t game to go past the first paragraph.”

“Idiot,” she muttered.

“That’s Captain Idiot to you. By the way, your psych test was extremely good reading.” Alexian taunted and got a rude gesture in return.

“So are we just going to sit around and shoot at these jerks or do you have something more creative in mind?”  Trista asked as she fired off another couple of rounds.

Initially the sound of the ship powering up was disguised by the noisy fire fight. However Alexian didn’t miss the vibrating thrum of engines coming to life through the boots on his feet. The emergency lighting came on quickly afterward.

“Ship’s rebooted,” Alexian said with a smile.

Trista actually smiled in response, “Booby traps would be up, yes?”

Alexian’s grin only widened, “Oh yes indeed.”

The gurgled screams further down deck confirmed it.

“We still can’t go anywhere with that net attached,” Trista pointed out as they backed towards the cockpit.

“I’m still not going out there to remove it. I’ll try the service droids instead.” Alexian said as his fingers stroked the console with speed and grace. “Done, they’re up and running.”

“Won’t the net interrupt their circuitry?” Trista said as she checked the monitors.

“Now that they’ve rebooted that won’t happen, as they’ll have adjusted their systems for such additional shocks. They might power down for a minute or so but they’ll be back up much quicker.” Alexian told as he watched the droids work. They had already started cutting through on four aligning quadrants.

Alexian turned to the radar, “What the heck? I thought the Imperials must have scared off the Hutts, but both Imperial and Hutt spacecraft are surrounding us.”

“That makes no sense,” Trista replied. “We’re not even carrying cargo.”

“Did you majorly tick someone off and not tell me?” Alexian asked Trista.

“What me? Little Miss Popular couldn’t possibly be the cause of this much attention.” Trista said with dripping sarcasm.

“What did you do?” Alexian asked as he prepared the outer guns for battle.

Trista shrugged, “I might have killed an Imp I shouldn’t have.”

“Feck, do you have a bounty on your head?” Alexian said growing more frantic at the controls.

“Hmm only a small one, the best they could get was Jodo Kast.” Trista said sounding somewhat disappointed.

“So why do we have Imperials and Hutts after us?” Alexian said with more patience than he felt.

“I might have stolen some access codes that both parties are interested in.” Trista told as she fired a few shots down the corridor. “You might want to get us out of that net. I have a feeling the Imps are going to send in some of the heavy artillery soon.”

“The Imps and the Hutt are also pounding each other. It’s the only reason we haven’t been completely swarmed upon.” Alexian said as he completed the hyperdrive syncing.

“Thank your lucky stars then. Shall I go and help Hadley? I don’t want him having all the fun. You know how much he gloats when he gets the top body count,” Trista pouted.

Alexian signed, “Fine go play hunt the trooper.”

“Thanks,” Trista smirked as she ran down the corridor enthusiastically.

Alexian saw that the droids were almost through the net. Alexian’s other concern was tractor beams. He’d already adjusted the settings for a quick series of hyperspace jumps but they had to get away first.

An alert beeped to confirm that the droids had done their work. Alexian immediately shifted into action. He steered the ship away from the net’s remains and hit the hyperdrive initiation button.

Immediately warning claxons blared and stopped the ship from making the jump. The access port that the Imperials had used to board was still open. Alexian thumbed the internal com system, “Get this tin can sealed, now!”

Within minutes the claxons stopped. Hadley’s voice came over the internal com, “Hatch sealed, all go.”

Alexian didn’t waste any time, the Hutts had seen their attempt for escape and were trying to manoeuvre into their path. “Not on my chrono, buddy,” Alexian growled as he readjusted their trajectory. Once it was down he activated the hyperdrive and was rewarded with the streaking lines of hyperspace.

Flicking the auto pilot on, Alexian got to his feet. “Time to clean out the trash,” he muttered to himself as he headed out to help Hadley and Trista with the remaining Imperial intruders.

He didn’t have to go far before he found a clutch of troopers hiding behind some crates firing at either Trista or Hadley. Thankfully they were so absorbed in their current task that they didn’t even see him coming. Within six shoots all troopers were down and out.

“Aw man, I only needed four more to beat Hadley,” Whined Trista from the other side of the room.

“Is that all of them?” Alexian asked, not caring about Trista’s disappointment.

“Yeah, Hadley is currently stacking the dead ones into crates to shoot into space.” Trista told.

A shout echoed from further down the ship, “Who said they’re all dead ones going into the crate?”

“You’re a sick piece of work,” Trista shouted back.

There was a chuckle, “And you love me for it.”

“As much as haemorrhoids,” Trista snarled in response.

The laughing only got louder. Trista chose to ignore it, “So now what?”

“We need to search for any tracking devices,” Alexian said as he headed back to the cockpit.

“Where’s the Imp officer I stunned? I’ll go and extract the information out of him.” Trista said with a dark relish.

Alexian left her to it as he returned to the cockpit to do a full scan of the ship. The sensors didn’t pick anything up but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything aboard.

Hadley trudged up to the cockpit. A sheen of sweat was covering Hadley’s exposed arms as he returned his weapons back into their normal storage spaces. “Ship is clean, the white shells are ready for launch,” Hadley said with a smirk.

Alexian raised a brow, “What you’re putting your weapons away without cleaning and reloading?”

Hadley laughed as he slid heavily into his seat. “Already done,” he rumbled.

“I see killing has put you in a good mood,” Alexian commented as he got ready to open the rear cargo bay to dump the dead troopers.

“Always does,” Hadley said in response.

Trista sashayed into the cockpit, “The officer is out cold but I found a tracking bug in his clothes.”

“I hope you disposed of it,” Alexian said as he turned from the console.

“What do I look like, a twit?” Trista snapped.

“I thought you looked more like a rancor,” Hadley sneered.

Trista hit him up the back of the head with the palm of her hand.

Hadley rubbed his shaved bald head where Trista hit him, “Watch it, you’ll ruin my hair.”

“Find anything else?” Alexian asked before a brawl started.

“Only a nice set of abs,” Trista said with a satisfied grin.

“Yuck, go drool somewhere else,” Hadley snapped as he turned back to his console.

Trista turned back to Alexian, her mood sobering, “Do you think they followed us?”

“Depends on how valuable they think we are,” Alexian replied looking at her pointedly.

“Jodo Kast is hardly top notch in the realm of bounty hunters.” Trista said in response.

“Yeah but we’ve just slipped the noose, they might up the bounty now, we’re not an easy catch.” Alexian said as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

“I’ll get worried when Boba Fett is hired,” Trista said as she moved to her seat.

“Boba Fett,” Hadley spat with contempt, “He’s a pussycat.”

“Now I know you’ve been hit too many times on the head. Boba Fett is a threat not to be underestimated.” Trista said, punctuating her words with a pointed finger at Hadley.

“Yeah but as far as we know, we’ve got to worry about Imperials, Gorba the Hutt and Jodo Kast. I think our plate is full enough without adding Boba Fett to the equation.” Alexian said drily.

Trista shrugged as she looked at her nails, “Damn tore another one to the quick.” Her attention returned to Alexian, “Where are we headed?”

“Now that is a surprise,” grinned Alexian, “and we’re almost there.”


(25 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

I got Force Unleashed II for Christmas. Haven't played much of it yet but love it so far. Also got a Darth Vader lightsabre attachment for my Wii Remote - Santa was good to me this year! big_smile


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I'm sure you'll be fine, welcome! wink


(24 replies, posted in General)

I don't get on much either, my little boy is a toddler now and into everything! Between looking after the family and working there hasn't been much time for BFFC.

I need to RPG again, I'll be getting rusty tongue


(1 replies, posted in Fans)

I've been shopping on Amazon yet again and found you can download the Kindle application free to your computer, which means you can download ebooks also. I found that there are a range of Star Wars ebooks and I even found a freebie:

Kindle for PC: http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/r … 1DM2AVATYT

Star Wars Freebie: http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wars-Tribe-S … amp;sr=1-1


(26 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Bossk eats Greedo, end of story tongue

a teleporting wampa appeared wearing a tutu and...


(778 replies, posted in Fans)

Tonight be my last night of 29... tomorrow I turn 30.

Wow third decade smile (Remember I'm a day ahead, so B'day be 2nd October).

The other day I was out shopping and came across a kid's version of the Boba Fett helmet. On the side was a button that activated Boba's voice. Firstly it was not the original voice, much to my disappointment. Secondly it had none of his original sayings and thirdly it had too many sayings.

Boba is renowned for being the silent deadly type. It really annoys me that this sort of merchandise it being pumped out mainstream.

I put the helmet back on a random shelf hoping never to find it again. I pray it's one of a kind.

Yeah  I have the PS2 version, he was a hard cookie to crack - yay a tough arsed Mando - woot!


(20 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

As for the question of Yoda, I think that the Jedi had become so set in their own ways that they couldn't think outside the box, so therefore Obi Wan could not defeat Palpatine at that time.

If Anakin hadn't been such a moron and saw passed his own nose, he probably could have topped Palpy baby, as he was arrogantly certain of his control over Anakin.


(737 replies, posted in Role Playing)

**OMG I can't even remember my character's name - has it been so long? tongue **

My absence is due mainly to looking after my toddler (can you believe he's 1 already!), working and house work. I'm still waiting for my Sim-Maid to appear... tongue

**Yeah I've hand internet issues. Shall try and post in the next couple of days. Also most have been waiting for Darth Maul Clone to post.**


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LOL bring on the Bobian wars tongue

As Merlidan was being hauled down the corridor, both security guards’ comms went off. “Security breach, security breach, sector one. All security in region A are to respond.”

“Ah crud, that means us.” The tall dark haired man on her left said.

“But we’re busy,” his shorter sandy haired partner replied.

“Honestly wouldn’t you rather shoot at something than transport this sorry looking chick to the holding cells. I seriously doubt she’d go far.” Dark hair said.

Merlidan decided to contribute, “In all honesty I don’t even know how to shoot a blaster.”

The men laughed. “Cuff her to the stair handrail.

Merlidan considered fighting them but cuffed and out of holding cells was better than cuffed and in holding cells.

The blaster happy guards had her cuffed and were away before she could blink. Fortunately neither had bothered to search her for a weapon, at least not where she had it hidden. She pulled the small blaster from her boot holster and aimed it at the chain.

“I don’t know,” she muttered out loud. There was a lot of room for error and quite frankly she didn’t want to shoot herself in the hand. She decided to take a moment and think about it. Hopefully the Sith soldiers would be rather busy for quite a while.


(778 replies, posted in Fans)

I'd like to wish Aaron (BFFC Admin) a Happy 27th Birthday!