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Post by Redeemer on May 28, 2005 17:54:36 GMT -5
Well, truly is isnt up to me it is Kroenen who made the thread sop it is his descision. He may not want Vader.(Dont know how)
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Post by The General on May 28, 2005 19:42:09 GMT -5
(Ok, this is getting way out of concept. I will put this as lightly as possible. 1. Halflife, I appologize but Vader would not be here yet, due to the fact that Grievous is still alive, meaning that he is still the good Anakin Skywalker. 2. Boba Fett is not in this timeline, at least not of age. He was 10 or 12 when his father died 3 years earlier, so he would only be 15/13 in this timeline. Meaning? He wouldn't even be able to wear the armor. Sorry, but Fett isn't a playable character. Typically since this is a totally unrealistic idea, it would be plausable, however as unrealistic as this is, its Star Wars, and tampering with anything on that level could screw up the entire concept. You'll have to be a differant character if you want to join. He would also still have Slave 1, as he doesn't lose his ship until Episode 6.)
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Post by The General on May 28, 2005 19:45:13 GMT -5
ooc: Hold on now who says? Why can't he bring his character in? (I'll explain. Kroenen used the time machine to come to Grievous's timezone. Skywalker became Vader AFTER the Generals death. If we were to bring Vader into this rp, we would have to go in time further, which we would have no reason to, and Kroenen and I don't even know Vader exists, so why would we call on him?)
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Post by Boba Fett on May 28, 2005 21:56:40 GMT -5
Name-Sa'cre Gender-Male Race-Kel Dor Apearance-http://www.rabittooth.com/800x600StarWarsWallpapers/PloKoonWallpaper.jpg Rank-Sith Night(but still trains under Mathus) Hight-7,0 Wight-240 lbs Force abilities-Almost all of them Weapon-Darth Maul's kind but often puls it apart and fights with dual lightsabers Clothes same as Darth Mauls
Bio-Was captured by Count Dooku who senced a strong amount of force in him at age 3 and was trained by Darth Mathus at the time before the clone wars.Sa'cre spent many years training under Darth Mathus becoming strong with the force.He was one of the only 4 Sith left at that time so he had all the training focused on him by the uthers.He is unbilevably skilled whos skill in the force and lights saber is second only to Darth Mathus able to take at least 5 Jedi and live he is feared by the Jedi council as a huge threat.
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Post by Boba Fett on May 28, 2005 22:01:56 GMT -5
Sacre no longer a aprentace and now a Sith lord steped off Matthus ship.He was geting very bored and needed to do somthing.He left searching through the halls of the gigantic ship for Matthus to see if he could help with anything.He came to Matthus and Versh.Versh bowed to the higher ranking Sacre.Sacre asked "Is there anything I can help with" ?
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Post by Redeemer on May 28, 2005 23:01:11 GMT -5
Acually the only sith lords at the time are Dooku and Sidious.
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Post by Kane935 on May 28, 2005 23:15:21 GMT -5
Durge walked away from the group, to his ship. Durge went through the multiple corridors, and ran to the hangar. Durge activated the landing ramp on his ship. Durge walked up, went to the cockpit, and activated the ship's engines. The ship bursted alive, and flew out of the Invisible Hand II. Durge made some distance between the two ships. Durge then headed towards Kashyyyk. Durge's ship entered Kashyyyk's atmosphere, then landed on a landing platform. Durge walked out of his ship, then went into the shadow's. Durge ran across the landscape, but was stealthy in is attempts. It took two hours, then, he was on a cliff, and below him, was Askim's Workshop.
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Post by Redeemer on May 29, 2005 1:16:07 GMT -5
well a Sith warrior, go watch that Star Wars Clone Wars cartoon, it tells u about her I know, i loved those. That was one of my Favorite fights. Aniken Vs. Assaj
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Post by SwiftBlade on May 29, 2005 15:32:34 GMT -5
A laugh echoed out of Askim's work shop. "Durge, oh Duuuuurge. You're in my territory now." His voice called, when a sudden droid floated in front of his face, in it was a camera and a speaker. It quickly flew down and entered the door to Askim's work shop then went down stairs.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on May 29, 2005 20:02:30 GMT -5
Bows his head down slightly, “Yes, General. And I know what you mean, escapees can be both fun and dreading. Lucky for us it isn’t the latter of the two.” Goes silent upon hearing a small light sound of a beep. Cocks his head to the side at the Generals out loud self-note. What the hell were Neimodians? No bother, he was sure he’ll find out soon enough, when the time comes. Bows his head again, “understood, General. We should make it quick. The sacred objects don’t stay in this time for long.”<br> Turns his attention over to Matthus. Takes in a deep breath, his chest and decayed raising and falling. Thinks for a moment, about the higher forces that he denizens from. How they could punish him so easily for not continuing his worship. Perhaps a sacrifice was in order. To prove his loyalty to them again. Besides, it was them who gave him this power. If you can call it that. All his power is basically just skills. Such as the way he wields his blades, in a form of the martial arts taught only to the denizens of the inferno. But one power he did have. The power of life, to be able to keep his soul in this body that he has. The body still is decaying, ever so slowly, and being put through so many battles isn’t helping it neither. When this body rots completely away, he had been promised a new one, and again after that. If his Gods were true to their word, and if he kept his beliefs in them, it would mean he will be forever. And given the special gift he has, from his gods, he doesn’t ever have to learn all that he once new. His soul acted like a brain, it contained all memory, all skills, all everything. All it needed was a body, a form. Something to live in and control. He specialized in the "left-handed" path of torture and pain. And with his taste for perversion, it was easy for him to devote his life to nazism, particularly in its most arcane and superstitious form. Now it seems he has a new devoting in life. To follow the General in his lust of hatred for the Jedi, and their complete annihilation.
Turns to the General, bowing slightly. “General,” he began, “we should hurry about in capturing this nuisance .” He was getting inpatient. He had plans to do, and little time to do them. He had to capture an escapee, use him for a sacrifice to his gods, and find/obtain the sacred objects.
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Post by SwiftBlade on May 29, 2005 20:25:06 GMT -5
ooc: So is anyone gonna post or what?
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on May 29, 2005 20:32:59 GMT -5
ooc: So is anyone gonna post or what? Well, few are online at the moment, and I did just post...
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Post by Redeemer on May 29, 2005 20:52:39 GMT -5
Matthus looked at Sa'cre "Yes go get the ship ready, i want to make a run down to the planet. If anyone can catch this Jedi fast i can. I can sense him from here." With that he walked with Sa'cre towards the ship.
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Post by SwiftBlade on May 29, 2005 21:45:14 GMT -5
Well, few are online at the moment, and I did just post... ooc: I meant conflict
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Post by Masurao on May 31, 2005 7:11:54 GMT -5
(Might as well bite the bullet. I asked Kroenen's permission to join. Will post character's picture as soon as my scanner starts working again. Warning: Long Post)
“What do you mean you will not hand over our battle tanks?” screeched the deep nasal voice of the not-so-pleased alien commander through the audio intercom. His anger was clearly evident in the way he raised his voice at the end of the remark. When he calmed down enough only his deep breathing could be heard mixed in with the random static sounds every now and then.
A chuckle could be heard followed by the cold feminine words of one’s smug confidence behind the safety of the anonymous.
“Did my words stutter at any point? I clearly said that those battle tanks are now my property seeing as your troops so carelessly discarded of them after your little scuffle with that neighboring planet. Don’t worry, I will place them under better care and render them useful once again. Of course, if you want them back I am going to need compensation for my efforts…”
“Sell us our own tanks? You’re insane!”
“I’m the one that took proper care of them, upgraded their weapons and interface systems… Do not be surprised if they’ll end up worth thrice the original price. I’m offering you a bargain.”
No other word was uttered, only a menacing growl could be heard. In the background there were some faint whispers and the sounds of typing.
“Do not bother to trace the call, my droids have scrambled the code long before our conversation started. I may be blonde but I’m not stupid. If you are not interested just say so, there are many willing buyers out there that would be more than happy to collect your battle tanks.”
“Give us our tanks or we will – ”
“You will what? Many like you have spitted out similar threats and I am still here. I’ve been in this business longer than you think and I have a trick or two up my sleeve. I know what you most fear from this, it’s not the equipment, oh no, you can make a dozen of those things in an hour. It’s the information that can be found in them. Information that is safely stored away at this moment waiting for the deepest pocket to arrive. You had best upgrade your military if you wish to keep up. As for me, I’m not interested in war-fare - primordial impulse - only the aftermath of them. That’s what Vultures do.”
The conversation was cut off on her order.
A tired sigh escaped her lips. Oh how she hated these whining children who wanted their toys back. She brought a hand to rub the sensitive area around her left eye where the mechanical eye piece replaced the original organ just below her military buzzed hair, the scars still evident from the working incident. Complaints and threats were all she ever heard after the spoils of wars were collected, but she knew that soon enough the complainers would fade and the buyers would come to purchase what she had gathered. They usually sold well. Many species would rather spend a large sum on a really powerful weapon than make many weak ones on their own. That’s what she was here for. As she said, that’s what Vultures did.
A smile spread across her face. Vulture, “Buitre” in another language that was dying out. That was what they called her as insults during a similar conversation: “Buitre! Buitre! Buitre!” they chanted angrily. Vulture! Vulture! For a large galaxy, word spreaded faster than wildfire and soon that was all she was known as. Buitre became her name; not that she complained, she had been using aliases for so long there were times when she had forgotten her real name.
The high-pitched voice of one of the droids shook her out of her thought.
“Trade transition MJ-1 is ready and standing by.”
MJ-1? Was that the one with the giant plasma casters…? Oh no, wait, these are the upgraded shield enforcers for the tanks.
“Did my account receive the investment?”
“Affirmative.”
“Checked for bugs?”
The droid nodded again. “Affirmative. No tracking devices were detected.”
“Good, good…Very well then. Complete trade transmission. They should be glad to receive these, just in time that for that civil war too. Oh, and inform them that I have located their enemy’s base, send them the planet’s coordinates along with the merchandise. Make sure none of these dealings can be traced.”
The droid turned around and left the large chamber its master was in. The light clacking if its metal soles drummed the floor at a military pace as it slowly faded from earshot.
Buitre checked out the droid as it departed. It was one of those battle droids that seemed to be popping up everywhere these days. A long head, skeletal body, and that annoying nasal voice with the “Roger, roger,” all the time. She had first gotten her hand on these things after a war in which the Trade Federation was involved. There seemed to be hundred of thousands of these littering the battlefield. Efficient to produce but by the looks of it they weren’t as proficient in battle, yet they did prove to be very capable workers with the proper program. They had been a most interesting experimental subject to test new technology on, they seemed to respond almost immediately to outer stimuli and their interface system worked well with other machinery. In short, one could mix and match these things to whatever other mechanical being. Some with surprising results.
Buitre had managed to make this one stop saying “Roger” but the damn thing just replaced that word with “Affirmative,” and found difficulty completely erasing their memory drives. Extra precaution were taken on them so they could not be traced. The last thing she needed would be none other than the Separatists or any other hostile alien species finding her vessel. She had kept its location a secret for countless years and she was not going to mess up because a stupid droid accidentally sent a homing beacon.
The doors parted with a loud hiss, steam rising from the floors up disappearing with the air. Buitre’s silhouette became clearer as she walked into the open, the sterile white lab coat waving behind her sleek black bodysuit. The ramp to the other side was long and all around the sides of the largest chamber in the ship many droids were busy monitoring current wars and sending the Vulture ships to quickly collect in those that had just ended before either side of the battle could get their hands on the better preserved tanks and weapons, a few mechanic droids were inspecting already collected goodies, while the ones with more advanced A.I. worked on fixing and upgrading the weapons. Assembly lines worth of spare parts were examined and analyzed for utilization. Everyone worked diligently and with ruthless efficiency. Buitre had always preferred droids to organic beings, the latter always “broke” so effortlessly, while a droid could be easily fixed and they never argued or questioned.
Thus the name of the ship: The Factory.
A small hovering droid that looked like a cross between a crab and a squid came up to Buitre as she leaned over the railing to get a better view of her workers.
The little mech did not say anything but projected a hologram of one of the computer’s monitoring scans. She checked the information, the sectors around seemed to be in order…except for that little thing…
“Is that a rift?” she asked to herself though she already knew the answer.
That was an odd finding. Rifts in space rarely occurred unless by extremely specified circumstances – and none of those conditions were natural. Someone created this little gap…and that someone must be very proficient with their techonology to create this. This tid-bit could lead to better monetary findings in the future.
“Continue monitoring this sector. Upgrade information at the end of each hour, also check for any ship that could have been near that area that might give a clue of where the source of it would be. Once the source is found, send a greeting message. I would like to meet who created this and know what else could they be up to."
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Post by The General on May 31, 2005 9:44:29 GMT -5
Grievous was slightly taken a back by Kroenen's lust to find and kill the jedi, but was never the less, pleased at his enthusiasm. Slowly Grievous reached into his cape and from concealed pockets began removing lightsabers from them. Gently, he slid seven of the sabers into the anti-grav belt around his waist, the sleek customized hilts hovering around his waist.
With that, he unhinged the cape, allowing it to fall to the ground, and reviel his skeletal form. With the cape now off, instead of hunching over, he stood erect, displaying the mechanical perfection that he was believed to be. The two eyes that sat deep within the dread mask of his face were framed by a sleek head, two blade features slicing down on either side.
The large head sat on an impossibly thin neck created from an intwining of cords and metal tubings that hissed softly every time he moved his head. His chest and waist were fragmented, truely looking like the ivory skeleton of some long dead humanoid, save for the silver ribs that crossed over the waist from the mechanical spinal cord on the back.
His arms too were thin, and unusually long, with small, six fingered hands at the end. The fingers were sharp at the end, and sloly curled into fists as he began to rise to his full height on the twisted, double jointed legs he stood on. Bending back like a birds, the legs had two knees to allow him full movement, and also similar to some birds, they ended in metallic, taloned feet. The feet too were and oddity, two toes in front, one on either side, and two in the back, reminiscent of the hands.
His raspy breathing filled the large hallway as he stood, his head almost scraping the low ceiling, only inches away from doing so.
"Well Gentlemen, I believe we have a Jedi to catch." He hissed, his eyes narrowing.
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With a deafening roar, the large shuttle which contained the three slowly began to descend, landing with a vague thud onto the planets surface. Settling at last on a grassy stretch, the shuttle doors hissed open, a ramp sliding down as it did so.
Grievous was the first to exit the ship, his metal talons clicking on the ramp, then sinking into the moist, black soil of Kashyyk. They had just landed on the planet, and already Grievous felt something was amiss. He turned his head to the left, looking in the distance, the scanners within his eyes vaguely cross viewing the surrouding area.
He snarled, animalistic and deep. Durge was here, he could recognize the second rate pile of scrap metal he called a ship anywhere. Perhaps this was the perfect time to finish the vile worm, as it was a remote planet, and he wouldn't be too hard to defeat. After all, Grievous had read the files on the Gen'dai, and knew exactly where the nerve endings were, and exactly where to sever them.
"We may be having a little company later." Grievous commented, looking back to the others.
So, this was the area the Jedi had chosen as a base of operations. It was a sad excuse for a planet, with a technologically hindered species for it's natives. Wookies were powerful, both physically and mentally...however technology wasn't their forte, and he didn't think they minded that fact. Still, some of their items could use a little touching up on, as well as their weaponry. Aside from the bowcaster, it was all virtually primitive compared to the items species like the Geonosians could create.
Now, there was just the matter of where the Jedi was exactly. They knew he was here on Kashyyk, and Grievous remembered Kroenen mentioning something about a tracking device. Speed was of the essence, time was a massive factor in this playing feild. He wondered slightly if the Jedi had any help from the wookies...he doubted it, they were no where near nuetral, but at the same time, they weren't truely interested in the war. At least, not yet.
General Grievous turned away from the forest, facing Kroenen. "You mentioned earlier, a tracking device no? Now would be the time to use it, I believe Durge, the hand me down bounty hunter is also on this planet already, and hunting the Jedi."
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Post by Redeemer on May 31, 2005 18:13:21 GMT -5
His ship pulling in Matthus stepped out and answered General Grievous. "Yes the "Hand-me-down" is here, and if you follow me i know were the Jedi is. I can sense it." Matthus wondered if he would follow him.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jun 1, 2005 3:16:35 GMT -5
Watches the General remove his cape, starring at his figure from a moment. Such a marvelous work of electronics. He doubted that even he could create such a thing. Perhaps giving the proper tools and equipment, and a few hours booking up on this new technology, he could design something similar. Looks down at his left hand, holding the palm out open. This robotic hand of his is the only living creature-like creation he has made. Nothing compared to a full cybernetic body such as the Generals. But he had no need or no wish to make anything so advanced anytime soon. He’s still recovering over the many hours and days of hard labor put into the creating the time machine.
Watches the General rise, standing to his full height. He never realized the General was so tall. He himself was once considered to be exceptionally tall, but being near the General like this makes him look like the small one. Nods his head slowly at the Generals remark, removing himself of his own cape--or should I say his trench coat. Hands his trench coat around his arm, removing the small tracking device from the trench’s pocket. Dropped his trench coat down on the floor, near the General’s cape, where he was sure it wouldn’t be thrown away or anything. Grabs the tip of his hat for a moment, debating with himself if he should leave it here or leave it on. Lets go, moving his hand back down to his side, deciding to leave the hat on. He liked the hat…<br> The strong yet small armor plate he wore could barely be seen, unless looked at from the right angle, budging out from under his uniform’s shirt. He wore a lot a close, which begs to wonder how he doesn’t sweat to death. Wearing no only a thin suit, with a chest plate armor, a shirt over that, and a button up tux-like leather over-shirt over that, and a trench coat. Wearing all this did make him look bigger though, more muscular. His body, viewed plan, was thin and skinny. But only a soon-to-dead fool would dare question his strength and power by his figure appearance.
Looks away as the ramp descends, the sudden light from the outside gleaming in on them. Gives the lens of his mask a chance to adjust and get darker, so not to harm his most delicate and open (well duh) eyes, before turning his head back over and watching as the General made his way down, listening to the faint sound of his metallic feet making contact with the metal below. General’s next comment puzzled him a little, cocking his head to side and wondering what he meant by “we may have company.” What company? No matter, he was sure if they were, he would find out soon enough.
Slowly makes his way down the ramp, the silent sound of his boots hitting the metal easily going unnoticed. Looks around at the woodland of a planet they had landed on, stepping off the ramp and stamping near General’s side, his head slowly turning from side-to-side, taking in his surroundings. Turns his head, and attention, back over to General when he asked him something. Nods his head at his question, handing him the small tracking device that he had held in his hand. Waits impatiently, angered that Durge was after the jedi--HIS jedi. Sure, he could just as easily snatched up a villager or perhaps another prisoner from General’s ship and use them in a ritual sacrifice, he would probably do that latter anyway. But he had planned to use the escapee… this escapee.
Looks over at Matt, wondering what he meant by “I can sense it.” He didn’t know of or about the force yet, one of the things he’s going to have to get used to in the era. Looks back to the General, wondering and waiting to see if he’d take/use the tracking device HE planted and created, or rely on Matt’s ‘senses’. He would care which, really he just wanted to get his hands on the jedi, ASAP. But personally he would be angered at the General, if he had rely on Matt’s mere senses that were probably just a mental issue, other then his highly advanced tracking system.
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Post by Kane935 on Jun 4, 2005 23:22:59 GMT -5
When Durge was about to jump down the hill, his communicator beeped in an anoyinng fashion. Not wanting to prolong it too long, he activated the holo projecter in an instant. A holographic figure of a Magnaguard appeared. " Yes." said Durge " General, General Grievous and the Colonel, along with a few sith, have landed on Kashyyyk to track the jedi, and kill him." said the Magnaguard " Interesting, very interesting, but it was still a predictable move, none the less. Do you know of his location?" asked Durge " Yes, general" said the Magnaguard " Good, track the groups signal, and If they get close to me, contact me, immediately" said Durge " Of course, general" said the magnaguard Durge deactivated the holo projecter, activated his jet pack, and flew down to the mountains near him. This jedi was insignificant, and was waisting Durge's time than being sport.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 8, 2005 17:42:44 GMT -5
Askim knelt down in the darkness, and had a tool in his hand. With several sparks, and a grin, Askim turned on a machine humming faintly.
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