A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Vandelhelm . . . a planet easily missed as it was well hidden within the Vandahelm Cloud. A cloud so thick and obscure that it would be impossible for a ship of more the fifty meters in length to have the maneuverability to navigate. So . . . on this occasion, a small Lambda-class T4a shuttle slowly and methodically maneuvered its way through the cloud, making four passes before eventually bearing in on the planet Vandelhelm itself. On the bridge sat three sentient beings. It [the bridge] was vacant of any droid, whether it be astromech, assassin, protocol, or what not. The three were humanoid and at least human-like in appearance.
Dari Charrel was a slender, Hapan female. Her dark hair - black in color - curled and shined, seeming to enhance her already captivating light green-blue eyes. She wore a dark, formal-style dress and a ruby-red cloak with the hood currently laying lazy-like to her back. Elias Qorbon was an athletic looking human man. He wore a ceremonial style robe of dark-red and black, trimmed in gold. His hair was blonde and cut at a short to medium length, part along the left. The final occupant of the bridge was Aaramis Ker, a tall, human male with medium length dark, wavy hair. His eyes were dark brown, nearly black orbs set deep in his face. He had a chiseled jaw and sharp, masculine features.
Being the pilot of the craft, Aaramis let his right hand rest on the throttle of the craft, pushing the shift forward and increasing the ships speed until the planet's gravitational pull could be felt. Once that happened, he eased off the throttle and brought the ship's shielding online, while also running a systems analysis.
\\Lambda T-4a - Verdant \\System Diagnostic and Analysis: RUN
Satisfied with the analysis of the ship's systems and coming to of the shielding, Aaramis pushed the throttle forward once more, increasing the craft's speed yet again. The shuttle lurched forward and headed into Vandelhelm's atmosphere. With the inevitable shaking of the ship that would commence as it entered the planet's atmosphere, the two other figures sat back in the passenger seating area and strapped themselves in.
Elias looked to his left where Dari sat. He smacked the inside of the her right thigh tenderly with his left hand, a massaged gently of if attempting to flirt; a mistake, surely, but one he was willing to make. A smile was over his face as it seemed to always be.
= Elias Qorbon = "Hey, babe . . . why don't you let me take you for some dinner?" Elias looked her in the eye in an intimate, yet playful fashion. He heart ached for her, yet hers belonged to another.
= Dari Charrel = She sneered as the man tried to court her. He'd done this for some time now and she was growing tired of his games. She had no interests in him in that manner. For her, they were only friends. She raised a hand smacked him with a ferocity across the jaw; his complexion reddening in the shape of the hand the impacted it. "Don't fucking touch me again. The next time you do will be the last time you have that hand." She turned from him and let out a slight chuckle. "And everyone knows how much you like that hand."
Aaramis laughed in the pilot's chair though he did not get involved in the debauchery going on behind him. He didn't need to. Both were loyal to him and his cause. And Dari . . . well, Dari was something more to him. He trusted her, even as Elias threw himself in all his splendor at her.
Finally the shuttle broke into the planet's ozone layer and before long was heading planet-side.
