[OOC] I hope you all had a happy holidays! [/OOC]

“Metzel??” Lenovar turned and called out to the downed human obscured by the retreating herd. Lenovar didn’t know the name of the field hand still covering the pirate ship with his blaster and cautiously scanning for the owner of the dewback herd.

“Metzel!” Lenovar gritted his teeth when there was no response. The Journeyman Protector had already been awarded a far too uncomfortable amount of community service for the collateral damage he had caused in his “negligence of the community” while running down lawbreakers.

Don’t be dead. Come on, don’t be dead. Lenovar groaned inwardly as he moved toward the pirate ship with his shotgun, Luci, ready and aimed up at eye level.

The sound of the freighter’s engines suddenly dying as the last two members of the pirate crew (A burly trandoshan and a one-eyed human) retreated aboard brought a pleased smirk to the Protector’s face.

“Chiss?!” Lenovar called out as well. Wait, was the boy’s name? Jrink? Brinkstin?

“Brastin?!” Lenovar called out almost entirely certain that was the blue humanoid’s name. It was when Lenovar looked away from the freighter that the HUD of his helmet blipped a proximity warning too late. He turned his helmet back towards the pirate ship just as the impossibly quick four-legged HWND droid lept and bit down on the Mandalorian’s gauntlet with crushing vibro-teeth.

Lenovar was thrown to the ground as he tried to fend off the hunting droid with his armored gauntlet. The vibro-teeth clashing on the armor made an unnatural growling noise. The Protector swung his armored boot and connected solidly with the droid’s mid-section. Momentarily the droid was thrown from its clawed mechanical feet but the powerful jaws didn't loose from Lenovar’s arm in the slightest.

The armored weave of Lenovar’s fingertips on his free hand barely kissed his fallen slug thrower just as he was jerked savagely away from his weapon across the rough ground. The flamethrower on the side of his gauntlet was crunched down to nothing as the droid began to drag the Protector by his arm.

With a snarl of rage, Lenovar pulled the large knife from the sheath across his stomach shoved it into the droid’s canid head with every amount of force he could muster. The droid’s servos whined shrilly as they shrieked to a halt. The droid went limp and clattered loudly to the ground--without loosening the hold of its jaws on the arm of the Mandalorian. 

“Feir’fek SHEBS krif!” Lenovar let loose a slew of Mandalorian curses as he nearly dislocated his own shoulder trying to pull himself free of the mechanical jaws anchoring him to the immense dead weight of the armored canid hunting droid.

The red-headed human in the cockpit looked over a freckled nose through the set of spectacles at the proximity read out. The tiniest of lights suddenly blipped into existence in the outermost circle of the grid. The thin human damn near had a heart attack.

“P-P-Protector! Protector!!!” The human scrambled out of the cockpit shrieking.

When the ginger finally scrambled to the freighter’s landing ramp, the thin human tripped on untied boot laces; still screaming shrilly over the sound of speeder bikes and more than unhappy Dewbacks, “PROTECTOR! The Protectors are coming!”

The pirate captain raged, “What are you doing down here then?! Go start up the ship!”

Craden turned with abject horror to the horizon.

Beyond the stamping and moaning Dewbacks, the screaming speeder bikes, and the dismal gray plains; a low cloud of dust marked the approach of The Protector and the Unproven.

The rangefinder on the side of The Protectors black and shineless helmet lowered to the side of the T-shaped visor. Lenovar spoke into the pickup on the set of controls of his right gauntlet, “Lenovar on scene at the gray plains. Armed robbery in progress.”

Lenovar tore over the bleak landscape, the sparse vegetation trembling in his wake as he charged toward the pirates.

“No need for back up.” Lenovar smirked under his helmet.

The second Twi’lek was turning for a second pass at Rogan when he saw the Mandalorian in black armor. With a smile of jagged teeth, he turned his speeder bike towards the Protector and began wildly firing the blaster cannon outfitted in the front of his more than likely stolen vehicle.

Lenovar’s armored speeder bike vibrated from the blaster fire, until he returned in kind—with far more deft accuracy. The Twi’lek flew off the speeder bike like a rag doll, while his vehicle whined and then crunched uselessly to the ground.

The Mandalorian armored in black stopped his speeder bike and dismounted before he got too close to the herd of frenzied Dewbacks. He charged through the maze of lizard flesh, using the scattered Dewbacks for cover as he made his way closer to the freighter. 

Two human pirates on opposite sides of the herd moved their speeder bikes with the intent of running down the Journeyman Protector. Lenovar launched the grappling hook in his left gauntlet into the speeder bike’s front directional vanes. With an enormous two-handed pull that snapped the directional vane off, the thickly muscled Mandalorian was able to change the speeder’s trajectory enough to collide into the other human’s speeder bike in a loud clash of metal and fire.

By this time Lenovar realized he was in the sights of the immense Devaronian…and Lenovar felt an almost imperceptibly small and unfamiliar pang of regret over his current lack of a ranged weapon. He pulled the sawed-off slugthrower fearlessly from the holster at his side and steeled himself as though ready to absorb the heavy blaster fire.

The blaster fire went wild over the Mandalorian’s black helmet and the Devaronian stumbled backwards. The HUD display in Lenovar’s helmet showed where the fire came from. The reluctant mentor grumbled to himself as he walked toward one of the humans he had caused to crash writhing and screaming on the ground. Lenovar silenced the thief with a solid kick to the head. 

That was when Lenovar saw the Chiss CHARGE one of the remaining Trandoshans.

The engines of the freighter hummed and jerked violently to life.
Lenovar’s HUD showed the remaining pirates were retreating into the freighter’s massive cargo bay.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Lenovar growled to himself and forced his way through a pair of retreating Dewbacks. He fired on the human lagging the farthest behind. The slug collided with the speeder bike’s repulsor lift engine and the bike and human erupted in a fiery ball of metal flak and flesh.

Lenovar’s T-shaped visor immediately tinted itself against the flash of light and returned to the normal vision setting. The pirates were thrown forward from the explosion, the other remaining human being thrown free of his speeder bike and onto the landing pad.

The pirate captain was almost to the cockpit with his four-legged hunting droid in tow when he heard the freighter’s engines suddenly sputter and die.

“No. No. No. No. Nooo!” The pirate roared as he climbed up a set of metal stairs, “Jackdaw! You said those entry couplings would hold for another week!”

“That was six months ago, Captain!” The ginger in the pilot seat yelled, desperately and uselessly still attempting to restart the freighter.

[OOC: Happy Thanksgiving Fett Fans!! Also, don’t be afraid to create any parts of the academy and the planet. I don’t have anything solid in mind because I like to see what everyone contributes. I feel it’s the mark of a really good Roleplayer if they can easily incorporate what others create. I hope you guys don’t mind if I create additional characters due to the current lack of players. Any character is up for grabs that doesn’t have a character sheet filled out /OOC]

The tall Weapons Keeper wore gray and dust-colored female Mandalorian armor armed with a very, very rare Mythosaur Axe in a holster diagonally across her back and (there were rumors) only one eye. None of the current novices had ever seen the face or were sure of the species of the aged female behind the T-shaped visor that stretched down into a shape that resembled a grim frown.

With inhuman speed, she quickly drew a pistol and pointed it at Jastin.

Before the Unproven Chiss could react the end of the pistol flashed red and beeped as it scanned the barcode of the mid-range rifle hanging on the wall behind the Chiss. She scanned and handed the remaining equipment that Jastin had selected like any arbitrary librarian might and waved the Unproven toward the heavily armed exit guarded with automatic turrets.

Once a novice became Unproven they were allowed all the weapons they could carry…at the Weapon’s Keeper’s discretion. However, ammunition and consumable weapons (such as grenades) were rationed according to rank…or how much the Weapon’s Keeper liked you… which was generally little to none.

Damaged or lost weapons had to be paid for in hard labor if the offender didn’t have the credits. The armory was enveloped in a paddock with an energized fence and adjacent to the barracks and the Vehicle depot. There were twenty speederbikes that ranged from near-new to messes of almost seemingly incompatible parts.

There, Lenovar latched a speederbike’s saddlebags shut after checking on the overniht gear and canteens inside. When Jastin arrived, whether Lenovar approved or disapproved of the Unproven’s selection in weapons he gave no sign.

“Grab a speeder and keep up, boy.” Lenovar revved the engine of the speederbike, “Mandalore knows, I ain’t waitin for you.”

Brink’s newly appointed mentor sped off into the bleak landscape in the direction of the coordinates given by dispatch.

Not far away, at Metzel's herd...

The sound of energy whips crackled in the air. Dewbacks groaned and stamped unhappily at being interrupted in their...Dewbackness.

While most Mandalorians held fast to a deep tradition of honor, Craden Hett was as far from honorable as they come. The two-bit pirate had been born within a day's walk of where he stood now at the foot of the ramp of the weaponized freighter that barely passed as a pirate ship. Which meant he knew exactly which poor souls were trying to make a living and how.

The dirty, bearded pirate wearing a huge trench coat to hide how thin he was and a bandoleer of grenades was little more than a thief with a knack for wriggling out of trouble like a stinging river eel.

In place of his right hand there was a curved vibrodagger.

His starving and grumbling crew were a motley of species. Two Trandoshans, four humans, and two twin blue Twi'leks were riding speeder bikes and using energy whips to herd Dewbacks toward the freighter, and an unnaturally large Devaronian with one horn broken off and a heavy blaster that could have almost passed for a canon. There was also young and very nervous  human pilot  in the cock pit of the ship with a mess of short cropped red curls and cleaning a pair of spectacles and watching the ship's sensors--ready to yell when any sign of the Protectors appeared

"Get a move on! Do you want to be here when the Protector's show up?!" Craden spat off to the side, hand on the blaster pistol at his side. Next to the pirate's muddied boots sat a four legged canid HWND hunting droid over a meter tall with vibroteeth bared and ready.

That was when the blaster fire drew the pirate's attention. Craden laughed when he saw the opposition.

"Give 'em a run for their money boys!!" Craden whooped.

The Twin Twi'leks were closest to Rogan and his field hand. They grinned with jagged-pointed teeth, cracked their intimidating energy whips and sped towards the two humanoids.

Just as the Adjudicator raised the second blue sash to announce the next Unproven, an alert blipped in the HUD of the helmets of the Journeyman Protectors. The tell-tale sound of the Protector’s proximity alert channel made Lenovar’s little dark and tainted heart start racing with giddy excitement.

The voice over the channel was sultry and obviously female even through the static. She spoke to the point in a series of dramatic sighs, “Energy discharges up by the Metzel herd west of the cliffs. It doesn’t look like it was the raiders from last night, more like it’s just thieves lookin’ to relieve Metzel of a few more lizards.”

The courtyard went silent and everyone looked to the Adjudicator with anticipation.

The Adjudicator straitened, a smirk forming on his scarred and chapped lips, “Lenovar, take your brand shiny new Unproven to the armory and get riding out there.”

The excitement in Lenovar fell like a massive meteor crashing to the surface of an unsuspecting world.

“You…want...ME…to mentor…THAT?” Lenovar growled pointing an armored gauntlet at Brink.

“Better get started.” The Adjudicator angled his head and narrowed his eyes grimly.

Lenovar tightened his fists quickly until his knuckles cracked.
Even he would not dare defy the Adjudicator.

“GET A MOVE ON, CHISS!” Lenovar shouted through the voice amplifier of his helmet back at the blue-sashed Unproven as he began stalking toward the armory where the speeder bikes and a vast array of weapons were ready for use.

Yes I understand why the toy company wouldn't have taken the effort to get the actual actor, and that there are plenty of people who don't know the difference between a New Zealand accent and an Australian one. The inner snob in me refuses to allow them to get away with that mistake. tongue

I think I would love to see that expanded upon. A spin-off for Fett would be really scary in general, but I like to think of it as a chance for redemption. Authors like Karen Traviss did a really amazing job of dealing with aspects of the Clone Wars and even the Yuuzhan Vong era that really allowed me to love a lot about Star Wars again.

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MEEELLLL!!!!! So glad to see you back around the boards! I hope you have been well! Yeah, I'm finally out of the Navy and itching to get back to writing. Whatever you have time for is fantastic. It'll be exciting to meet some new writers as well.

Oh my god, I totally found that helmet in Washington...amd pardon me if I'm incorrect, but the voice sounded AUSTRALIAN rather than like from New Zealand.

Seriously?

I'm a huge snob when it comes to Fett's voice though. I refuse to watch the new editions of Star Wars because I know they have Temura Morrison's voice vice the original.

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I do think it is cool how many zombie-related RPG threads there have been (Definitely one of my personal favorite themes).

I know the chat room already has the bar scene monopolized...but I feel like a thread with a similar theme would allow more time to pass but keep on topic. It would also be a great reference spot for people to learn about character building and use without having to worry about having to fit a particular story line.

Anyone else share similar thoughts?

That really does seem to be the popular consensus. Although the idea of a mad-scientist type Sith is kind of cool. Have you read the new Plagueis book that came out?

The Training Grounds (Also known as “The Adjudicator’s Seat”) lay inside a shallow canyon with towering slate cliffs on the north side and a dismal desert cheered sparingly with low green plant life and skeletal trees to the south. Seven Journeyman Protectors stood behind the Adjudicator in the wide open courtyard. They wore red sashes and full armor clean from the rain from earlier.

One of them was named Lenovar.

Name: Lenovar
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Species: Mandalorian Human
Appearance: Lenovar was easily two meters tall (6”) with dark tan skin and darker hair. His dark hair was kept short in practical military fashion. His clean shaven face showed his skill with the large knife the size of his forearm that he kept in a sheath horizontally across his broad stomach and above his belts of slug thrower shells. He had a deep scar just below the center of his bottom lip that very nearly resembled a narrow patch of hair. His armor is dark gray. On his right side he wore a large slug thrower with the barrel almost entirely sawed off and the name “Lucy” engraved elegantly on the side.
Brief History: The son of the wealthy Governor Purton, Lenovar has always been privileged to finer weapons and armor then most laymen. His crudeness and general lack of social niceties were only made up for by his skills in the arts of violence. He is honored and respected among the Protectors for his abilities and accomplishments in dealing with criminals, Devaronian raiders, and even a band of galactic pirates seeking shelter on the wrong planet. While effective, some consider his actions “excessive” in the name of the Law.

“Jastin Brink!” The Adjudicator snarled loudly with only the slightest trace of a smirk belying his pride for the Chiss as he tied the blue sash around the Unproven’s waist. He bound the thick cloth tightly firmly.It had no hanging elaborations to get caught or tangled in battle. It was such a simple thing. Truly, it resembled little more than a colorful belt – but on this world, it was quickly recognized with respect and a healthy amount of fear.

Journeyman Protector Lenovar nodded to himself at the sound of boy’s name being called out.

“The boy is functional enough in a battle,” he admitted grudgingly to himself, “…Even if he is a Chiss.”

Lenovar, of course, still had yet to find out that he was going to be the one put in charge of mentoring the three new Unproven Protectors.


[OOC: Welcome Kynreaver! Glad you could join!

On another note, I totally made a mistake but will fix it in my previous post. I said that the roaming Journeyman Protectors wear brown, but that was before I had the chance to look at some old pictures and see that Boba Fett actually wears the red sash. So, Protectors (Which are Concord Dawn’s equivalent of a Sheriff) that are assigned to a particular territory will be the ones who wear the brown sash.

I am trying to keep this RPG as canon as I can make it. However, I will be taking some artistic freedoms. I have trouble visualizing Journeyman Protectors as a bright clean and shiny organization. Concord Dawn is a wild frontier on the outer rim and life is a struggle. It’s dirty, battle-scarred and doesn’t always match. I really love that grungy feel of the original trilogy so I’ll be holding as close to that as I can. If anyone is bothered by something, let me know and I’ll see about fixing it.

I am drawing inspiration for this thread from Tales of the Bounty Hunters and Wookiepedia (For your referencing pleasure) /OOC]

Chewbacca. By far. I really respect an actor who can handle that strong of a role without speaking English or the ability to use facial expression. He was really fantastic.

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I love Love LOVE Breaking Bad. It is such a well written show. I am currently following Walking Dead as well (Because I have a huge zombie fascination). Firefly, of course, is one of my all time favorites. I also love Farscape, Star Trek Voyager, Doctor Who (Almost, seriously as much as Star Wars), Fringe is fantastic, and the very classic Who's Line Is It Anyway holds a special place in my heart.

I absolutely believe that is what they have alluded to in the prequels. I read somewhere that Anakin only became limited in his ability because of less actual biological components (Which meant an overall smaller amount of midichlorians). I haven't read the book on Plagueis but I'm sure that is somewhere along the lines of where it leads to.

Its an interesting concept but I don't feel "The Force" ever had to be explained and that the theory of midichlorians cheapens is some.

CONCORD DAWN WANTS YOU TO BE A JOURNEYMAN PROTECTOR!

It was a cold, gray morning in the courtyard where the current novices stood in their training armor. Their  "armor" was little more than weighted training clothes (Actual Mandalorian armor was hard to come by and   was only awarded to Protectors). The motley assembly of adults, small children, and awkward teens stood in formation yawning, with tired and hollow eyes.

It had rained hard the night before, during the raid.

The Adjudicator who presided over the Protectors was a grizzled and gray-haired Mandalorian human with a face as weathered as the faded armor he wore.

“After the events of last night, three new Protectors have been named – to ride as Unproven,” The Adjudicator growled through scarred vocal cords. He wore the tell-tale sign of a Protector – A red sash cloth under his gun belt. Protectors who were awarded specific territory wore red. Brown sashes went to the Journeyman Protectors. Journeyman Protectors were not limited by “jurisdiction” and roamed the uncivilized landscape enforcing the law, hunting fugitives and keeping the peace of Concord Dawn.

It was a somber graduation ceremony. The only decorations in place were the dark bloodstains across the faded gray pavement; from raiders and novices alike that had been killed the night before. After the trials and training they had endured, they would have felt cheated…that is if they had been able to feel anything beyond utterly exhausted.

“You have earned your weapons. You have earned your armor. You have earned the cloth of the Protector!” The Adjudicator raised a long blue cloth – The sash of the Unproven Protector. It was theirs to wear as they rode alongside and were mentored by a Proven Journeyman Protector until they earned the honor to wear the red or the brown… or merely proved they were unworthy of being Protector at all.


[OOC: Welcome to Concord Dawn! Come join the struggles and hardships of the wild frontier of this uncivilized world in the Outer Rim! Join as one of the newly appointed Unproven Protectors (3 openings only) and describe yourself as you select your Mandalorian armor and weapons from the Armory and hit the road with your new mentor.

You may also play as farmer or settler of Concord Dawn and get your own homestead going. Play as an established Protector and sheriff over your own town and territory or as an offworlder with your own unique story and agenda.

Just try to not get eaten alive by the harsh creatures, the elements, or those sentient species cutting out a life for themselves on the uncivilized world of Concord Dawn, or worse, those that keep the unforgiving laws of it.

Be sure to fill out the following character sheet:

Name:
Age: (Protectors may be chosen at any age but must be able and strong enough to work as a field hand, wear Mandalorian Armor, and handle a myriad of melee weapons.)
Sex: (Yes! Females can be Protectors!)
Species: (Concord Dawn is a largely unpopulated world and any species looking to carve out their own life are welcome to try their hand.
Appearance:
Brief History: (The majority of Protectors come from humble origins; either orphaned from unfortunate circumstances, unable to find work or from a family with simply too many mouths to feed – Though only the exceptional survive the rigorous training of a Protector)

I plan on this being a slow and steady RPG as the boards don’t seem too active. I know you guys get busy so just feel free to just post what you can. If you’re inactive for too long I can bypass the story around you until you get the chance to start writing again.

Rules: No flaming, no controlling others characters without permission and feel free to ask me questions or for help getting started if you need it.

/OOC]

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Sounds like fun, I'll get an introduction going!

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I'm not familiar with the story line of the star wars 1313 game. I'll have to google that one. Episode 7 or a go at the Fett spin-off aren't bad ideas either.

One idea that I had a while back was for a Journeyman Protector school setting for an RPG that would explain how Fett ended up there and what his experiences were like.

I picture it like a hardcore military-style academy for the Lawmen or Sheriff equivalent on the world Concord Dawn, but I haven't done research on what has been made canon about the topic yet.

The school setting would be interesting. It'd be easy for players to pick to be students, or more experienced writers for instructors. I would start it with an aptitude test course where they could introduce themselves in how they complete the challenges, a brief boot camp, and then hands on missions where the characters are divided into groups and shadow a fully trained "Protector."

I think the hardest part of threads that contain canon characters though, is that everyone here usually wants to be Fett. smile

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Anybody interested in either reviving an old RPG or starting a new one?

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Love the dialogue. There are some really clever conversations in here.

I feel a spin off is inevitable but I have absolutely no idea how they will go about it. As long as they don't turn it into a sappy love story or whiny orphan thing I could be happy. I just want more bounty hunters, and like...space pirates.

[OOC] Werda Verd you might have better luck contacting via pm or their email if its on their profile. Come play with us man! This isn’t D&D with dice and turns or nothing! Come just have fun!

Hey Mel, hope you don’t mind, but I still hope you’ll get the chance to post eventually. I heard you were having your baby, so we’ll be sure to keep your character around. Congratulations! I hope everything goes okay![/OOC]


As the heavy dust settled, Nell crossed her arms and eyed the one-handed human smiling next her. He looked like he hadn’t smiled in a very, very long time.

Nell angled her head to the side and pursed her lips, “I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“Perhaps.” Demarq’s sun-blinded smile quickly hid beneath the dark shadow his long unkempt hair cast. He turned over to where Nossk and Red regarded each other coldly.  The huge red-orange lizard leered down with his good eye, teeth bared and a menacing growl forming low in his throat.

The trandoshan stared back unflinchingly, rocket launcher still secure in his clawed hands. The force dragon inhaled deeply, snorted, then went over to what was left of the rancor and used the opportunity to **** on the carcass. Not really seeing any reason why he shouldn’t, Nossk went over and joined Red holding the missile launcher with one arm atop his shoulder.

“So where exactly do you get off on not trying to kill me?” Nell moved in closer, exposing her pale neck shyly. Demarq felt the charric press against his gut before it clicked as it was set to the highest setting. The female corellian made big, vanilla caramel caf eyes up at the pirate, “Is because I’m just a little helpless and petite female?”

A slow grin crossed the one-handed pirates face completely devoid of any intimidation, “Not in the slightest sweetheart.”

“Care to explain?” Nell jabbed the charric more forcefully, her tone leading quickly to anger.

“Well, you’re definitely not one of the prisoners, and since a good portion of your weapons aren’t even lethal you aren’t a mercenary.” Demarq tried to lean away from the weapon pushing against what must have been a broken rib but continued talking, “Which means you have your own ship, more than likely a grudge against Gerba, like ourselves, might I add, and you’re Corellian.”

“So?”

“Corellians always make the best pilots, and well, I need a pilot.”

“Since when do I care what you need?” Nell’s narrowed.

“I’ve done a good amount of dealing with Gerba,” Demarq waved his stumped hand about as if forgetting there was a hand there to flourish his smooth talking, “I know the way around the palace, the security, and the traps. Once we get in of course.”

Nell set her jaw when he made a valid point.

“Besides, you wouldn’t kill a cripple would you? That’s just heartless.”

Nell rolled her eyes and holstered the charric.

Many creatures such as reptiles in the universe possess the ability to silently communicate large amounts of information through pheromones and body language. But Nossk was still surprised when started “talking” to him.

Nice kill. Red shook off some pieces of debris, What are you anyway?

[OOC]Sweet the gang's all here! It's a party now![/OOC]


The whole world was spinning as Nell felt herself ebb out of unconsciousness. A hot liquid was dripping down her ear, and her pale hand revealed it to her as blood dripping from her somewhere on her head. The corellian was pinned on her side under stone against and against Red’s tough scaled stomach.

Nell lifted her other hand to find her fingers caught in a death grip around her Charric. The delicate and rare weapon seemed undamaged. Her knuckles were white from the strain, but her stiff fingers were unable to open and she struggled to pry them apart. When her hand finally came loose it smashed into a piece of stone.

Nell sucked in air between clenched teeth and angled her body so she could put the precious Charric back into its appropriate holster. Damn thing was expensive.

Nell coughed from the thick clouds of sand and dust still filtering the air. She peered up from the awkward angle at the height she had fallen from, and felt even less motivated to move. There was no way she had survived that, not without a broken neck or something.

She had been “dead” for three months.

Eventually, Nell dared to move…slowly, her lips parting, teeth clenching, and eyes shutting tighter for every new hurt as she struggled against the heavy stone and red-orange scales, until she managed to snake her way out and free.  The non-lethal stokhli spray stick holstered to her back got her stuck more than once, and the half meter long weapon was more than likely the major source of the more painful of her bruises.

“Red? Come on Red, you better get up now too.” Nell climbed onto the unmoving beast, leaning against his side and the dorsal spines on his back. She pulled on a spine weakly trying to shake the large creature awake. The huge lizard had managed to take the brunt of the fall. She pulled harder when she couldn’t feel him moving, or breathing

“Come on, get up!” Nell’s face twisted as she tried to keep herself from crying, “…please…get up.”

The blonde corellian leaned her forehead against the unmoving creature and closed her eyes tightly.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Nell turned abruptly to the side to see right next to her, a human male, his ruffled hair and devilish, cocky grin identifying him as the typical corellian smuggler to most people.

“Kale?” Nell gaped with disbelief.

Brother?

She never blinked, but then as quick as her brother had come, he was suddenly gone. 

Before Nell could mentally digest what just happened she heard an angry roar on her other side. An angry, wounded, and dust-covered wookie threw off the stone on top of him. The thick furred mercenary stumbled to his bare feet, and raised his hand toward Nell as if it were supposed to be currently holding a blaster…that he noticed unhappily to be missing.

Nell angrily and clumsily grabbed at the blaster pistol at her thigh (now twisted around to almost behind her hip) and unloaded almost an entire blaster pack on the wookie merc before he finally went down. Nell stood up with one hand still holding to Red’s dorsal spine for support and shrieked, “Are you crazy?! I’m trying to GRIEVE over here!”

Red growled like an old wampa woken early out of hibernation as he stood up on all fours and shook off stone and dust.

“Force Red! Why don’t you take your sweet time next time.” Nell kicked the one-eyed lizard solidly in the side, not affecting the hardened creature but was still smiling with relief.  The field was still clearing from the chaos of the sudden death of Nelba the Shell Hutt and the showering death hail of stone from above that left a few crushed bodies in its destructive wake.

Red limped slightly, bearing the equivalent of reptile bruises, and one of the dorsal spines on the lower end of his back had been crushed and partly broken off. Some of those remaining alive got down and hid as the huge lizard moved past, unsure of how to deal with this new threat, others just started shooting. 

Nell held onto Red with one arm with her bantha hide boots pressed into his side as the one-eyed lizard suddenly charged at three sullustans while dodging fire.  He trampled/impaled two with his massive talons, running through them like an Aratech vibromower on a grassy field and leaving them in just as many pieces.

The third duro sighed and looked up toward the heavens with relief, and didn’t see the huge powerful scaled tail whip coming at him like a sonic charge…silent, then BOOM, no more thankful duro.

A mandalorian in black armor with a red mythosaur skull on his shoulder piece managed to dive out of the way at the last second. If Red hadn’t been sprinting like a runaway grav-train while dodging blaster fire he might have gone back and finished the job. He knew the smell of mandalorian all too well.

Nell was too busy holding on to try and take out more of the battledome competitors with aiding blaster fire. Her arms were growing more covered with cuts and gashes from the sharp scales. She cursed herself for leaving her handler jacket and gloves on the ship. An exotic animal dealer with as much experience as herself should have known better…

That was when Red ran right into and through a huge towering pillar on his blind side. The huge monolith shuddered from the force of the hit, but didn’t fall. The hssiss reeled dizzily for a moment in almost a full circle, and shook his head trying to regain focus.

A jet pack slammed to the ground with a musical surprisingly cheery clang as it was rendered completely useless.  Nell regained her footing back on the lizard’s side and climbed up onto Reds back between the spread out dorsal spines.

“You okay, Red?”  He didn’t answer out of hurt pride and embarrassment.

The lizard reeled again in the direction before he finally started running and picked up speed again. Nell leaned down as close to the lizard’s ear slit as she could get, “Let’s find Kale.”

Nell tried to keep low away from any blaster fire that may come their way, and pointed in Red’s line of sight, “See, over to those buildings? Lets start there.”

Kale was always more at home in civilization.

“Let me know when you smell Katray.” Nell held her hand against the charric by her thigh, ready for whatever was coming next as the mock village structures loomed closer.

[OOC]Sorry Mel! It was super late when I posted this and I didn't see your post! I didn't meant to ignore you! Sorry! Can we put your post's events as taking place after mine?[/OOC]

Gerba the Hutt wasn’t dead…yet.

He garbled and choked on the glowing blue adhesive slime that held his mouth open and shut at the same time. The Hutt was already growing darker and mottled from the ruptured blood vessels inside his thick, blaster resistant hide. His huge eyes bulged and blinked. He could still breathe through his nasal cavity, or what was left open of it.

Nell’s hopeful eyes overlooked the huge expanse of the battledome but couldn’t make out the one she was looking for.

KATRAY!!!

Her lips pursed angrily and Nell asked without turning, “Still there?”

Gerba gave a muffled angry and very, very frightened choke.

“Wonderful.”

Nell Terigo adjusted the setting on her charric, the very rare and hard to get a hold of charric, to the pain setting and smiled pleasantly at the source of damn near all her problems.

Red’s large, eerily white teeth crunched happily through a gran’s armored breastplate…and chest…while he was still screaming. With a final sickening chomp, the lizard reached the gooey insides and the three-eyed mercenary went quiet.

Hssiss are a very highly adaptable species. These versatile lethal creatures even change to best survive the environment they grow to adulthood in. To such extremes that the heavily armored black hssiss of Korriban hardly resemble their gigantic green brethren on Mimbar.

Nell had found Red on Onderon, and the harsh, untamed world of beasts, and war showed in every scale and sinewy muscle of the dark force dragon. He moved and looked like a soldier lizard. Armor would have fit like a second skin, and the damage would have been legendary.

His head and dorsal spikes that stretched down all along his tail were larger and more pronounced than most hssiss. The tail itself was a massive deadly whip that nearly tripled the length of the lizard. Red bore huge striping of scars (almost healed completely by time and hardly visible on a first look), from battling drexl, the untamed beasts of Onderon, and Mandalorian soldiers.

The dais full of the wealthy and wicked guests of the Hutt and their bodyguards had definitely been emptied considerably. The huge red lizard wreaked a bloody kind of mess that only animals could create.

Nell Terigo adjusted the setting on her charric, the very rare and hard to get a hold of charric, to the pain setting and smiled pleasantly at Gerba’s slow suffocation.

Nell wasn’t very good at planning, pretty much everything that had led her to this point had been a healthy helping of luck and very difficult. She was finally going to save the ones she loved and end the hell that had plagued her for so long.

She should have seen it.

Anyone who dealt with Hutt’s knew better than to forget about their wily majordomo. The pathetic creature trembled uncontrollably from where he hid behind Gerba’s bulbous mass. He sweat fear from the screams of those being torn to pieces by the hssiss lizard, and his wide eyes were pinned on a ornate wall decoration that would save him…if he could only get to it.

There it was, the pretty ornate stone and secret switch. The twilek majordomo would have to leave his hiding place to reach it. His leku twitched and dripped sweat. He was breathing too quickly, too loudly, they were going to find him. He knew it.

The human female was speaking, in low, cold tones, he couldn’t hear over Gerba’s choking and the screams…wait…When did the screams stop?

The frightened twilek turned to the right. Huge teeth dripping some blue body fluid were only inches from his face. The majordomo shrieked and lunged for his only hope. Large blood-wetted talons cut through flesh and bone and pinned the twilek’s calf on the stone tile. The majordomo screamed but the ground started to shake. Somewhere nearby huge gears turned and rumbled. He had still been able to reach the hidden switch and pull it down.

The huge lizard’s yellow eye went wide and searched for the source of the sound. The majordomo coughed a laugh as the entire dias around Gerba’s raised throne began to slowly fall to pieces, showering down on the battledome below.

Red glared rage at the majordomo, and opened his jaws to end the twilek’s life.

Then Nell screamed. Without hesitation the hssiss immediately leapt over the massive Hutt to where the yellow haired human fell. There was no ground for the well-thinking lizard to land on, just huge chunks of stone being wrenched apart by lowering durasteel support beams.

Nell’s eyes were wide with that “Oh-@#$%-my-ass-really-didn’t-see-that-coming” look as she tried to grab onto anything tangible as free falling stone escaped her fingertips.  The hssiss leapt from sun-faded stone to stone as they fell farther and faster towards the battledome floor.

High above them the majordomo angrily sulked and nursed his leg as the Hutt’s raised platform pulled into a special escape chamber with Gerba still choking and sputtering.

With a roaring howl, Red snatched the female by the tough holster strap over her shoulder, shredding through a good portion of her blue coveralls in the process. Strong, powerful talons and scaled muscles leapt from stone to stone trying to put off the eminent crash to the ground. Red twisted and turned like a grackelcat…

The world was a big blue of bright red-orange scales, stone, and the sandy battlefield below for Nell as she tried to maintain control of her bearings.

“Well this is gonna hurt.”

She shut her eyes tight.


THEN…Three months earlier…

Nell Terigo came back from the dead.

She gasped and coughed for breath as she flung her head from the gray murky swamp water. The yellow-haired human clawed at reeds, and rotting bog lilies. Nell was covered in black silt and blood...her blood. Nell cried out in pain as she pulled herself onto a shallow bed of sand overshadowed by towering faded brown reeds.

She had been dead for five hours.

Nell choked on air and coughed up mud, swamp water, more blood and what might have been vomit.

Thick black smoke and hot orange flames burned from a huge wreckage of metal that might have once been some kind of transport starship. Something trapped inside howled.

She rolled over and collapsed onto her back, clutching her stomach, mouth agape in agony. The hair hanging in her face was burnt and the right side of her long brown leather jacket was covered in black burns and red blood seeping from underneath.

Nell inhaled, and tried not to scream as her body convulsed.

Then a darkness came through the reeds, very like the essence of a shadow coming into solid form. Nell cried out and tried to crawl away despite the burning pain that screamed through her. Her right eye had burst a blood vessel and was wide with terror.

“Absolutely, not love,” The dark figure’s rotting hand grabbed her long, and loose yellow hair and pulled her out of the water. Nell screamed and kicked, blood on her lips and voice hoarse.

“I’m the reason you’re still alive, lovely, lovely creature.”

Tears left streaks through the dirt on her face. Nell knew she wasn’t bleeding anymore. Her blood no longer left her body, as if something unseen held it in place.

“Lovely, lovely creature.” He continued to drag her, unbothered by her screams and attempts to pull free from his darkened rotting flesh, “I can’t heal, of course. I merely kept you from leaving your lovely flesh.”

“LET ME GO!!” Nell screamed through her tears and suffering.

“We’ll let your pretty flesh heal itself, love,” The darkness shrouded humanoid pushed aside the reeds and pulled his struggling prize along, radiating with glee.

“And then, love, we’ll have some fun.”

….



“Hey little Nellie, its me.

I’ve found out everything that happened, and…well I have honestly no clue how to react to this…

You deserved…you had so much life ahead of you.

I should have told mom to put you in a convent…forever. Then I…you…none of this should…have happened.

I’m going to take care of this, Nell.

I still can’t help but think this is partly my fault…I mean if it hadn’t been for the bounty on my head…the whole accidentally getting captured thing…and my little sister having to get me out of every jam I’ve ever been in…I…can’t believe…


…I’ll fix this…I promise.

Save me a bottle of the good stuff, pretty girl.”

The holovid message flicked off and the image of Nell Terigo’s brother vanished. She had been ‘dead’ for thirteen days.

….

A low growl came from the reeds.

The dark force sensitive being paused, then slowly turned unable to sense the creature through the Force, “Well now, what are you, then?”

Nell smiled with dirt and blood covered teeth, “I call him ‘Red.’”


NOW…

Huge pieces of sun-bleached stone rained down on the side of the battlefield where mercenaries and prisoners alike still fought the hulking dome of Nelba the Shell Hutt. Limp pieces of bodies, expensive food dishes with their half eaten delicacies, and the weapons of few mercs hit the ground like hail.

When the huge brightly colored lizard crashed to the ground amidst the chaos of stone he was able to maneuver his flexible scaled body to reduce the impact of the hit. But it was a long, long way to fall.

The lizard and human rolled and clumsily smashed into a wall of stone that had pierced into the ground, and more stone showered violently on top of them.

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That costume is pure awesomeness. Nice job.

Rorshach was definitely my favorite character.

[OOC] Anyone interested in still playing? Ready…CLEAR! [/OOC]


Welcome to the world of Teth.

A world controlled by the Hutts.

Gerba the Hutt is the ruler in residence. Like all Hutts he loves power and he loves what it brings: the chance to do whatever he wants.

Gerba has a lust for blood, and like all Hutts Gerba likes a show…

…And that was exactly what Nell Terigo planned on giving him.


One of Gerba’s guards coughed up blood, and spasmed before death took him. A yellow-haired Correlian walked in her bantha calf fur boots over the two dead guards lying on the floor of the docking bay.

Nell Terigo jumped at the sound of the loudspeaker and her blaster pistol came up immediately. She spun around carefully, looking for the source of the sound.

“Attention, attention! Many of you have heard of my rebellious cousin Nelba the Hutt.” I’m sure you’re also fully aware that he has a bounty on his head of three million credits from Black Sun.

A large, orange-red lizard that stood taller than the human female stepped after her with large talons that clacked on the duracreet heavily. One of the creature's eyes was an unsightly mess of pale scars, and the other eye glowed yellow with a strange sentience.

“ He has been my guest for some time, but now he will join the Battledome and since all is recorded, the one who takes him down will be able to claim their reward with Black Sun, after all his bounty is for death.”

She holstered her blaster and went to the terminal next to the door, attempting to override the auto lock her unauthorized ship had set off when it docked, “Come on, come on!”

The exotic animal dealer cursed angrily at the terminal as it locked her out and set off another alarm.  The large red lizard suddenly charged and with its spine armored head wrenched and twisted the heavy door partially open.

“Thank you, Red.” Nell pet the creatures neck as she stepped through, carefully avoiding the jagged metal.

The large orange-red reptile paused for moment, then quickly leapt back over to the closer of the two dead guards, ripped off the arm, and chewing it happily slipped through the broken door with a strange ease for such a large creature.

…

Name: Nell Terigo
Species: Human
Homeworld: Correlia
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Affiliation: Self
Appearance:  She has yellow hair bound up loosely, light brown eyes, and lighter freckles. She has the build of a well-practiced pole dancer and wears a loose dark blue set of mechanic’s coveralls over a cranberry colored tank top, and bantha hide boots.
Weapons: A Charric Rifle that in her hands or a long holster on her right thigh, a blaster pistol strapped to her other thigh, a large knife in her boot, grenades hanging from a bandolier across her chest, and a stokhli spray stick strapped to her back. Oh, and her huge bright orange-red mutated, extremely poisonous hssiss lizard with one eye and no depth perception.
Starship: YT-2000 registered as “The Lost Cause.”
Brief History:   Nell is an Exotic Animal Dealer from Correlia ready to start some hell.

…

Gerba laughed at the top of his lungs as he watched the events unfold, “And too my favored guests, I present you with complimentary sniper rifles so that you may also join in the entertainment!”

The wealthy corrupt guests cheered with blood lust, and perhaps a drunken stupor from the readily available food, drinks, and spice.

Gerba definitely knew how to throw a party.

A half-naked twi’lek slave girl with a nose ring dropped her serving tray, spilling dark red wine on the tiled floor and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Out of the shadows from the arching entrance of the dais, an armored guard’s corpse fell to the ground with a bloody smack…without the head. The merriment of the wealthy and wicked came to a slow, sickening halt as everyone turned.

With a low, menacing growl a large one-eyed lizard stepped into the light and crushed the gotal guard’s helmeted head between its jaws.

The remaining guards finally began to react and blaster fire went wild. The large, deadly lizard leapt and struck like lightning, dodging blaster fire and catching a Rodian in the throat.

While Red continued to wreak havoc and justice on anything armed or merely annoying, Nell carefully climbed down the decorative stone archway and dropped lightly next to the podium beside Gerba.

She smiled and pulled out an adhesive grenade in one fair-skinned hand, “Hello there, I’m going to hurt you a lot for the things…”

Nell pulled out her charric with her other hand and shot a guard aiming for her, “…you did to me and mine you REPULSIVE SLUG EXCREMENT!!”

Gerba stared, his lipless mouth agape in shock. He had no idea who this human was.

“This probably won’t kill you,” Nell activated the adhesive grenade and shoved it into the Hutt’s mouth.

The yellow-haired human turned to the edge of the dais overlooking the battledome as the grenade went off behind her.


“KATRAY!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.