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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Felucia was a remote world in the Felucia system, overrun with thick, colorful, and humid jungle, which was punctuated with small farming villages populated by the planet's native Felucians. Several non-sentient species also inhabited the world, including Gelagrubs, jungle rancors, and tee-muss. Despite its perceived insignificance, its important location and resources (which included the healing plant nysillin) led to several conflicts both in orbit and on the surface.
Felucia held out remarkably well through the pestilence that ravaged the known universe. No exact reasons had been determined but the planet remained one of the untouched parts of the wide universe. Moreover few knew this secret
Felucia. A Karking sith spit of a planet if she'd ever been to one. Add the fact that she had been to one made the matter only that much worse. Humidity, plants and fungi as far as the eye could see made the planet nothing short of the last vacation destinations. She'd have chosen any other but she was here nonetheless.
Clearing the edge of the docking ramp, and treading vicariously through a variety of cluster of mushrooms, the young mercenary let out an aggravated sigh. Dinah's idea to come to the fungus ridden world. Dinah's idea to come to the fringes of populated space to search for kark knows who. Dinah's idea to do anything that would put her completely on edge.
"I hope she knows just who she's looking for this time," she muttered to herself as she pulled the verpine pistol from it's holster and examined it's barrel. She knew it's make, she knew it's design flaws and yet nothing changed how she looked at it's delicate deadliness; even if such thoughts didn't deter her from fixating on the worst of things at their worst. "Last time she found us nothing but a pile of bones, a half dead holocron and a variety of busted artifacts.
Not exactly what I signed up for." As she finished, brushing some of the fungal mold off her boot as she moved towards what she believed to be a more decent cluster of light, she tilted her head and took a good look at the sky. Dark, from the look of it, and filled with life she couldn't even begin to recognize even if she was given a few years to study it. That was Dinah's area of expertise, and even then they deferred to their wookiee compatriot.
Shoving that thought to the back of her mind, along with a variety of other thoughts that brought her more sultry side a snide smirk, she chuckled to herself and climbed to get a better vantage on the city her cousin had so haphazardly wandered off to without even a word as to her goal.
If anything lived her, let alone continued to inhabit it, chances are they were the ones likely to find it.
"Nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing."
Anya had been traveling the universe, searching for nothing in particular. She would just catch a ride, and land wherever, until she got bored and moved on. She took a look around the cantina one more time, before she stepped out and made her way towards the outskirts of the city. She knew people that were just visiting, usually docked there. Anya would try to bribe her way on to a ship to get off this planet. She was tired of the humidity, and the smell of plants everywhere, drove her kind of crazy. Pulling her bag up on her shoulder, she walked through the grass, kicking at it as she went.
Her mind started to wonder where she would go next. She never really thought that far ahead, but she was still a dreamer. Hoping to find a place to actually come home. Until then, she was determined not to settle. As she drew closer, she noticed a ship docked by itself. Anya had hoped that she would have had some choices, but one was better than nothing. That's when she noticed a woman a little off to the side of the ship and she raised a brow curiously. "Excuse me, is this your ship?" she asked and started to slow down her pace, so the woman wouldn't feel like she was being bombarded. "I would like to buy a seat if you wouldn't mind" she said and gave her a soft smile. Anya knew she could say no, and try another day, but she really hoped that she would be lucky today.
Such were the words that would bounce through her head as she drifted fondly back onto the final days she'd had with her father. On a time when she knew her life had been simpler. Even now, as her frustration plagued her, as she felt her own agitation begin to put strain on her focus she could not help but recall those words. Words that stopped her as she took a step towards the nearest fungal growth with the intent to dislodge it from it's place atop the overgrown hill.
For the better as it would seem, as the moment she halted herself was the moment a beautiful creature presented itself. Or so it would have been were she not standing nearly heel deep in muck and partially suffocating on the humid air. A grievance she would have to take up with her cousin when she returned from the city below; IF she returned from the city at all.
"Yeah, she's mine," she began as she probed her gaze over the small, yet admittedly distracting, young woman. "And the seats aren't exactly for sale."
She couldn't help but feel a smirk come to her lips as she set the rifle, that had been perched against her shoulder until now, gently against the dirt so she could pivot herself towards the woman. Finally able to get a better look at her through her hair until she finally brushed it away from her face; hopefully displaying some of her better side in the process.
"But for you I could make one available if only to make our next trip more exciting." She breathed, allowing her last word to carry a bit in anticipation of a reaction before turning and carrying the rifle up the docking ramp. She knew she was being forward, she was aware that some were adverse to such blatant advances, but she was bored and far from interested in dull exchanges. Even still she needed to be sure she'd feel welcome.
"That is if you're not adverse to the company of a woman who knows her way around more than just a blaster and a mess hall."
"Nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing."
“Yeah, she's mine, and the seats aren't exactly for sale.”
Anya’s face dropped at her words. ”Shit!” she thought to herself before the woman continued and her face brightened. She smiled at the woman, who had turned to face her now. ”I tend to be very entertaining” she teased right back. ”and don’t worry, but I will tell you, blasters are for cheaters” she said giving her a smirk. ”Thank you for letting me come aboard” she said, watching her walk up the ramp and slowly followed her. ”I am so tired of this planet already” Anya shook her head slightly and looked down, wondering where she would end up next. Not that there were many places anymore. With the Plague having wiped out civilizations and more. She felt the force around her, to get a read on the woman, while offering her hand to her. ”I’m Anya by the way” she said and gave her another smile.
She looked around at the ship, checking things out, but her eyes eventually fell back on the woman. She couldn’t help but give her a once over. She was a pretty woman, that was for sure. Anya tried to stay away from people, and not get attached. She had been hurt way to many times. Most of the time, she was focusing on training, to make sure that she would never be hurt again. She also wanted justice, not that she would ever tell anyone that out loud. Whoever released that plague, they killed millions upon millions of people, not to mention her own family. She slightly shook her head, trying to get rid of the dark thoughts and forced a smile on her face.
It was easy welcoming an attractive woman aboard the Pride. As easy as it was for a Vekarr to win a competition in a contest in marksmanship. For Katria, as marked by taste as she was, it was even easier as she allowed the young woman to make herself comfortable on as small a notion as simple gratitude; and it made overlooking the blaster cheat remark like taking a breath of fresh air.
With a small nod to the young woman, acknowledging her gratitude as cleanly as possible, the young mercenary set the weapon she had been carrying and took a seat across from her would be passenger. She hadn't missed that the young woman's mind was elsewhere following her last words, but little was going to keep this woman from drawing in this catch for a chance to spend more time with her.
Or at least that's what the mercenary told herself as she made herself comfortable in the notion she would find more than simple banter with the first non-Dinah woman she'd encountered in months.
Leaning her head back against the cold metal of the ships interior the young brunette tilted her head and eyed the other woman for a few silent moments, pursing her lips pensively.
"You don't strike me as what others would call a," she paused as she spoke to lift her head up a bit and add emphasis to what she was about to say. "Seasoned traveler. You seem more like a lost soul to me; but I've been known to make bad character judgements when my mind strays into places it probably shouldn't."
She mused, allowing herself to trail off as she kicked her filter into gear internally. She rarely found being forward to a problem, but if she was going to make money transporting this woman from this fungal rock to another she was going to have to force herself into restraint. So, with a clear of her throat and a shift in her posture she leaned forward against the rifle and eyed the woman over.
"What does bring a woman like you out to this kark of a planet anyway?"
