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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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?"
Nothing the mercenary could contemplate brought any other reason to her being there. June hadn't needed any spare parts for her droids, Dinah needed no potential relics buried beneath the worlds surface and Skiss gave no clicks about business. So, as she wandered through the mounds of literal droid waste, the mercenary scanned the area for her business. Rumor that a mark of significant value would be on the world and ripe for the picking were she to find it before someone else.
Or at least that was what the dealer on Malastare had told her while her crew entertained themselves with pod racing.
As she entered the small valley, amidst the piles of droid salvage, the mercenary flicked through a few protocols on her left bracer. Mere moments later, as she situated herself atop to the remains of an archaic gonk droid, a small probe droid popped up from behind the heap to her south east and began to circle the area. She did not idle, however, as the droid began it's rounds and immediately flicked away at a small device implanted into her right bracer; vanishing almost completely from the naked eye as her Bothan cloaking device projected it's stealth field.
In all her years of training, she had learned only one thing to aid her most effectively in combating the unknown: Do not let them see, hear or sense you. Clutching her Taozin amulet briefly and pulling the verpine pistol off her belt, the mercenary adjusted her terentatek hide jacket and moved once more towards the nearest heap of garbage to the north of her. Whether or not the probe found anything came second to her own survival on this wasteland of a planet.
She was no droid, she was a Vekarr; She didn't come here to die.
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."
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.
NAME: As long as you're asking, my name is Katria Maize Vekarr. I chose the middle name myself. Not even sure I ever had one.
PRONUNCIATION: Cat-Ree-Uh Veck-Ar.
FACTION: Don't have one, but I'm a smuggler, mercenary and bounty hunter..
RANK: You might say I qualify as a drifter, but also a hunter-killer.
SPECIES: My father was mostly human and my mother was an epicanthix.
AGE: I'm twenty seven.
SEX: Let's keep this simple. I'm female and I like both men and women. But my love is reserved for ladies only.
HEIGHT: I'm roughly five feet and nine inches. I blame my freakishly tall mother.
WEIGHT: I'm about average weight for my height. Okay? On the slimmer side if you must know.
EYES: My eyes are hazel. I got them from my father's side of the family.
HAIR: Brown. Plain and simple. Didn't get my mother's dark, dark hair.
SKIN: My skin is average, by epicanthix standards, and I didn't have to search out any two sunned, backwater planet to get that way. I'm looking at you, Tatooine.
FORCE SENSITIVE: A rephrasing of the question: Can you make things float and shoot lightning from your fingers? No. No I cannot. Way to make me feel special ya kriffing dugg lover.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: So I'm going to list these because I can't be bothered to be understructured.
I'm a class S marksman, if there was one. My father could have been classified as something in the multiple S's? I can hit a mark from half the recommended distance with my verpine rifle without a scope. Double the standard recommendation with the scope.
I know my way around a computer console and can slice through most codes presented to me. Unfortunately I'm not an encyclopedia of languages so there are a few computers out there I have no hope in all kark of cracking.
I can't pilot worth a damn. Basic flight and navigation? Sure. Give me a task involving a fire fight or an asteroid field and I'd prefer to be in the passenger seat or in the gunner's chair. That stupid bug can handle the piloting for me.
I don't do well with people. Sure I can talk and use complex sentences, but that doesn't mean I want to be anywhere near crowds of people for long periods of time. Am I afraid of them? No. I just don't like them. Especially the nosey types who don't know when to quite asking their questions.
Planning is my forte. Give me a layout, a map and a plan? We're golden. I do have a tendency to overthink things, however, which puts me in a position to have to improvise. Sure I know how to improvise, unfortunately I'm not very good at.
APPEARANCE: I'm five nine, have hazel eyes and... Well I feel like I've told you this already. So... let's get to the more interesting stuff. I like to wear tight, form fitting pants, moderately small complimenting tops and the occasional jacket. I may not be one hundred percent practical, but at least I'm sensible. I have a job to do, and you can like it or not.
Of course, if we're going somewhere like Sullust or Mustafar? I'm going to need time to plan an outfit with minimal heat absorption but plenty of heat protection.
BIOGRAPHY: My story starts twenty eight years back. My father met my mother while on a mission to commandeer a high class craft. How they ran into one another and where, I don't know and couldn't get anyone to tell me. All I know is that within the year they had conceived and brought me into... this galaxy.
For ten years my parents raised me as they would a girl who wasn't in the life. Unlike my cousin Tyria, it wasn't until I was ten that my father started teaching me what I needed to know to survive.
It only took the death of my mother to shake him into it. Not that that's a laughing matter. If I were to lie and say it didn't effect my father and I in the slightest, I'd be lying.
Devastated, my father spent the next ten years teaching me everything there was to know about the things I would need to be good at. Survival, marksmanship, blade work, hand to hand combat, seduction (as well as that can go between a father and his daughter) and even slicing. Thankfully he also taught me how to give less than a kark about how much moral and ethical value should go into our work.
If you can sleep at night after? Than you're golden.
All I knew after the day he and my uncle disappeared seven years ago was that I needed to survive. I needed to make a name for myself and survive with the majority of the old crew either missing, departed or dead.
And survive, I did.
I'm a Vekarr and it's what Vekarr's do.
SHIP AND EQUIPMENT: I fly an old YT-1300 model that I inherited from my father and his brother. It's beat up and hasn't run at one hundred percent in years, but I'm making do. As long as I'm not the pilot, it's going to last me a very long time. When not flying in my personal ship, my operations are run out of a salvaged Imperial era Star Destroyer.
As far as equipment goes? I keep handy a supply of what I need to keep myself physically intact. That and I lug around my father's modified verpine rail-rifle and a military grade verpine modified Disruptor Rifle. I rarely keep on hand any of the smaller more pratical stuff, but you wouldn't catch me dead without a DL-44 or verpine shatter pistol on my hip. I also own a Taozin Amulet, a phrik combat knife, two mandalorian utility bracers (fitted with gabonna crystal memory links to a set of long range probe droids and fitted with micro interwoven silver faraday weave), two Verpine modified Hand Cannons, a Bothan grade Personal Cloaking Device and a military mobility shield. I also have armor for my arms and feet fitted with contoured ultrachrome plating to match with alchemically shaped, fitted and matching Terentatek hide fatigues for combat.
I may not be a quick draw it's saved my life more times than I can count.
COMPANIONS: June Tal - Katria's occasional romantic partner and the pilot of her ship the "Vekarr's Pride"
Skiss Iskiss - Katria's verpine engineer and gunsmith