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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Tatooine was a planet located in the Outer Rim, a region of the galaxy far removed from its core. It had three moons, Ghomrassen, Guermessa and Chenini. Due to Tatooine orbiting its two suns, Tatoo I and Tatoo II, the planet was oppressed by a scorching climate. The whole planet was covered in harsh deserts, and only a small part of its northern hemisphere could sustain intelligent life. The landscape was covered with sand dunes, mountains, and canyons, which made traversing the planet very difficult. Due to the absence of surface water, those who lived on Tatooine had to draw moisture through the dry air.
Inhabiting the planet were many native species, the largest of which were the carnivorous krayt dragons. The common krayt dragon, while more plentiful, was shadowed by the greater krayt dragon, which submerged itself under the shifting sands and used its powerful limbs to swim through the dunes. In addition, the common bantha and eopie species also found a home on the world, along with dewbacks, rontos, womp rats, massiffs and scurriers.
The arid climate of Tatooine made it unique indeed; whereas in many a planet the disease flourished here it found little to maintain it. Consequently, unlike many other planets Tatooine, although far from unscathed had a considerably lower death rate
"Nekkel juuvar obwegadada,"1the tiny rodent-like creature said, and he cursed aloud, letting his voice billow out and echo in the vast openness of the Dune Sea. The blistering heat wasn't kind. No sir, not the least bit kind. That along with the fact that the tiny creature wrapped up in ragged robes had been traversing the sands for quite some time now. However, there was a glint of something just beyond the horizon. His eyes widened variably, almost so large that it seemed they might pop from their sockets. Add that to the fact his jaw had nearly dropped to the desert sands themselves. His lips fluttered in the anticipation of what just could be there of the horizon.
"Oooo!" The tiny man spoke in exclamation. There certainly did appear to be something beyond the horizon there. Something shiny. "Ahhh!" His eyes lit up with joy at last and he picked up his feet and hurried toward the shiny specter in off in the distance. It seemed the more he ran, the farther away the speckle of glittering light seemed to get. "Ra'ti."2The tiny man cursed, his voice distraught by heavy breathing. Nevertheless, he ran, attempting the catch up to the illusive specter.
Finally, it just seemed the fantastic figment would have the better of him as he tripped up over his own two feet and fell flat on his face; only his face didn't fall flat into the sand. Rather, it had managed to find the one patch of Bantha poop for miles in the Dune Sea.
He picked himself back up, making his way to his knees and spat, hunks of brown and black lofting out and away. He didn't say anything past that, but brought himself back to his feet and observed the area around himself. He didn't even take care to wipe his face clean of the fecal matter splattered upon it. He frowned for a moment before noticing some wilted piece of 'plastic' in the sand just next to him. Again, his eyes lit brightly, and his jaw dropped low.
Bzzzzt! A buzzing noise suddenly turned straight to a gagging one as some sort of insect flew down the man's throat. He fell back and beat his chest vigorously, continuing to heave and gag away. Finally, with one last hock, he spit up the disfigured bug of which he knew nothing about. He picked it up and examined it very closely, bringing it up to a single eye, only he didn't have monocle so the feat was pointless. Shrugging his shoulders, he tossed it aside and proceeded to kneel next to the wilted pieces and burnt plastic. His picked one up, but dropped it very quickly, cursing incoherently under his breath. "Chikua wass,"3he said as he shunned the piece away with some strange hands movements. However, it didn't take long for him to re-approach one of the pieces, only this time when he lifted it from the sands, he managed to keep a hold on it, though there was an uncomfortable burning sensation that came along with it.
He pulled the colorful piece closer to his face, where he then proceeded to stick out his tongue and lick it. Immediately, he dropped it and realizing the new found discomfort to his hands and tongue, jumped back and frantically ran around in circles, blowing on his hands and doing whatever he could manage to alleviate the tingly feeling that hung over his tongue. He bit down on his tongue hoping that for some bizarre reason, it'd do something to help. Nope. He yelped and he yelped loudly.
Enough with the colorful pieces; he turn to another piece on the sandy ground. It was made of some paper material, and much more comfortable to deal with than the last two pieces he'd tried to handle. It was some kind of catalog to a place he had no recollection of. He didn't know how to read in Galactic Basic, nor speak it. Jawaese was all he'd ever known. However, he flipped through it and looked at the pictures associated with the place until he came across a picture he couldn't peel his eyes away from. It was comprised of an bald, human-like man and several furry teddy bear looking creatures. His eyes were full of splendor and his heart began to throb. His tongue dangled out the side of his mouth, clinched between his teeth.
Then, he hugged the catalog to his chest and swayed to and fro. "A breton nya mombay m'bwa!"4For the first time in his life the Jawa was in love; and at that, he was in love with someone he only knew by a picture in a catalog of Endor.
1A Jawa Curse 2A Jawa Curse 3"Them hot," 4"This is mine, all mine!"
A strange whistling echoed out around the little fellow, yet he couldn't determine it's locations. He spun, frantically, trying to figure out what this odd noise was. Where was it coming from? WHERE?! He turned and turned and turned. North? East? South? West? Where was this wretched whistling noise coming from. The speed at which he turned began to increase, growing more rapid with each and every turn until things just blurred. He caught himself at first as he began to stumble forward, but when he stumbled back, he wasn't so lucky.
"Kaplat!" He fell flat on his back and with his gaze turned skyward, he could see just where the nuisance of a noise was coming from. A hunk a metal - might as well have just been junk - was plummeting down and right toward his position. His eyes drew large, but his jaw failed to drop. No, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, at least until his feet got ahead of his conscience, jetting his frame away in a chaotic fashion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" His voice cast out in a terrified screech as his feet carried his figure onward. However, it just didn't seem the his feet could make up the coverage area lost by his tiny strides.
As the flying, metal sea turtle looking thing came crashing down, Shrrgnein was just far enough away to miss the ship itself, but not the spray of sand it cast out upon impact. No, the poor, little guy got buried so that only his ankles and feet shown above the sand as the blast wave had flipped his vertical orientation. He wiggled and dug as best he could, but the attempts to free himself seemed to be at the point of futility. But finally . . . finally he caught leverage of something that allowed him to whittle his way out before his painfully suffocated. He instantly coughed up a mouthful of sand once he'd been able to return to his feet.
Then, the tiny figure began to pat himself down, hoping to half his weight by relieving himself of the large volume of sand that had found its way into his britches. He pulled around the waistband and shook as hard as he may flinging sand everywhere. Heh! This was kind of fun and it continued on for a few short minutes until he realized a harsh reality.
The panic immediately kicked in as he patted himself in a desperate manner looking for something he must have lost. "Nyetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"1he cried out once he confirmed to himself that he'd lost the Endor Catalog he'd just picked up a few minutes earlier. "Nyetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"2he cried out again, tears now flooding his eyes and dripping down to the desolate terrain below. He couldn't even pull himself to say anything else as he went crazy in his search to recover the piece. By the time, he'd finished, he'd dug about fifty irate holes in the sands of the Dune Sea though it was a futile effort when they filled right back in. Then, there it was! He just caught a glimpse of it as a breeze began to pick up. The breeze carried the wrinkled pages delicately aloof and Shrrgnein sprung forward after them. He was in full flight, well stride, until he ran smack dab into something much larger than himself. Upon hitting it, face first, his legs elevated from the ground and he fell flat on his bum, but by some miracle, he'd managed to land right on the catalog even if it come at the cost of a face plant into something's, or rather a bantha's, choobies.
He spit quickly before opening the pages of the collection of random characters that advertised Endor, where he quickly went to the picture of the bald, human-like man surrounded by walking teddy bears. He hugged it to his chest and swayed intimately back and forth repeatedly mumbling the words "A beton nya mombay m'bwa!"3
1"Noooooooooooooo!" 2"Noooooooooooooo!" 3"This is mine, all mine!"
A tusken spun about on his heel - not an easy feat to perform whilst on soft sand - in order to see what had startled his bantha. His head tilted awkwardly at the curious hooded creature in front of him, uttering gibberish that resembled a space hamster on helium. Odd as this site was, his attention quickly gravitated toward the item clutched in the miniature hood-monster's arms. Spitting out something resembling the a barking seal and pumping his staff repetitiously in the air above his head, he swiped the catalog from the little thief. Normally he wouldn't have minded letting go of an insignificant piece of reading material, but this catalog held some bit of sentimental value for to this strange tusken and it appeared that he had claimed the brochure that the Jawa had found already. He barked about once more, waved his staff clumsily around in front of him in a shooing motion, not paying much more attention to the little guy. His mind was focused on calming his bantha, though it seemed to be completely oblivious to the happenings.
Shrrgnein's jaw dropped, nearly falling out of socket as his new possession was snatched away from him by the hand of one of those strange barking clown things that he was forced to share his planet with. However, the expression quickly grew grim as he let his itty-bitty mind work its evil genius.
An awkward smirk creased his shady face as his right arm reached behind his back to retrieve some kind of makeshift tool; it certainly didn't look safe, having the appearance of being some kind of home made apparatus. There probably wasn't a being alive that could even tell you what the contraption was, probably not even the small creature, himself. Nevertheless, he had it for some reason and the intent behind him retrieving the odd device couldn't have been particularly kind. "Utinni,"1he cried as he reared back and kicked at the bipedal space seal's shin before jabbing at his crotch with the home made contraption with carried enough of a charge to riddle an area numb for hours.
Then the Jawa snatched the catalog back, rolled it into a bundle and, mustering as much strength as his little frame could manage, flung himself from his feet and wailed at the thing's head. "Mombay m'bwa!"2
1A commonly used Jaw expression. A Jawa battlecry. "Wow!" 2"That is mine!"
The tusken had been far too busy attempting to calm an already docile bantha to pay much attention to the little creature's tantrum, and the kick at his shins felt like someone had tossed a pebble at him, although the shock to his unmentionables went considerably more noticeable. "YOWWWAHH!!!!" The tusken hollered in its awkward barking way with wide eyes; the jolt was more than enough to bring him down to one knee, after which he felt a swift wallop on the back of his head. "Ow!" The tusken let out another cry of pain.
He still had no idea what the creature was spouting in its high-pitched language. The tusken spoke out something the Jawa could not understand. He groaned and staggered up on his feet, though still feeling the unpleasant effects from the shock to the groin. All of this over a catalog for Endor? A catalog he'd thought he'd already laid claim to? The tusken wasn't of a mentally sound mind, so he would simply let the little guy keep his treasure be gone without a fuss. So . . . he didn't leave the situation be and carry on with his day. After all, it was his catalog - or so he thought.
The Tusken barked out something incoherent in his seal-like voice again waiving his staff overhead once more. He grumbled then proceeded to swing the staff at the little rag-covered annoyance before grabbing onto the other end of the catalog and kicking out at the creature with his right foot with enough force to punt the little guy quite a ways across the dessert.
"THWACK!" The sound rang out as the tusken's staff impacted into the tiny Jawa's frame. It sent him back - probably five yards or so - through the air where he would later come down. However, to his own surprise, he didn't come down on the blistering hot sand. No; it was something much different. Something . . . well . . . (how should one say it?) . . . fleshy? Well, once he hit whatever this fleshy thing was, he fell to the ground in a position flat on his face.
Quickly, he scrambled back to his feet, spitting sand from his mouth and ferociously rubbing more from his beady eyes. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, but he let his curiosity take hold and so, he spun around on his heel and looked eye-to-eye with a Krayt Dragon. Wait! A Krayt Dragon?! "AHHHHHHHHHHHH," he screamed out in as loud a manner as he could. With it, his feet moved so quickly he might as well have buried himself in the sand before jetting off in the tusken's direction.
His thoughts at this point drew incoherent and when he reached the man, he would proceed toward the scaling the mountain that was the tusken's back. He sat on the tusken's shoulders now and hugged his head tightly, still in fear and in a panicked frenzy over his discovery of the . . . Krayt Dragon. He clung even tighter, his hands now actually going to where they would cover the tusken's eyes as his adjusted his grip.