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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He had been walking for what felt like days, now. It could have been only a few hours...or it might have been a week, but he truly had lost track of the days since the Red Eyed Death had come to Garqi, and taken quite literally everything from him. With the planet in complete chaotic turmoil, Rife had managed to make his way to a safe point. There, he met up with the remnants of a GarSEC special operations squad, now tasked with protecting the handful of survivors that had gotten into a cleared area away from the main cities.
Safe but only for a moment, however.
One of the survivors was a carrier of the virus without being affected by the disease. Within an hour of their arrival, four of the survivors were infected. To make things worse, there was a breach in one of the perimeter fences, and the unit lost four more of their troopers. It was decided almost immediately to evacuate off-world, but even -that- went badly. Again, an infected, this time one of the soldiers, fell rapidly to the virus, and attacked the other troopers. Immediately, the ship dropped out of hyperspace. To avoid any more casualties, three of the surviving five troopers had grabbed Rife, and jumped into escape pods, along with another packed with weapons and gear.
The jettison went horribly awry as well.
One of the pods had a faulty booster, and instead of being sent planetside, it went rapidly out into deep space, spiraling a trail of white gas as it rolled through the blackness. The other three, including Rife's own, made it to the surface....but the one containing the pair of troopers crashed on impact, its chute not opening rapidly enough. There was barely enough left to even identify what kind of pod it was, let alone the occupants.
He was alone, utterly, and completely.
When he caught his bearings enough to exit the escape pod, Rife saw the smoking tail end of another. Stumbling his way toward it, he was hoping that it was at least one of the troopers, that -someone- had survived. He was sorely disappointed when he saw it was just gear and weapons. He took what he could carry, including armor, a helmet, several power packs, a blaster rifle, a bandoleer of detonators, and a pair of blaster pistols. He completed the gear with a combat knife, knowing that it would probably come in really handy. This place was a wasteland from the looks of things. It had the look of a massive city as far as the eye could see, but it was just...ruined, destroyed....totally shattered. Apparently, Garqi wasn't the only place that the plague had struck.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the positioning system he had snagged from the drop pod. "Coruscant-Amethyst District-Enter with caution!" was emblazoned across the section of the map. Seeing a central hub, Rife figured he could find someone. There were bound to be survivors, and he would probably find them there. Gearing up, he started off in the direction his map was pointing.
NAME: Alistaire Ringlea FACTION: None RANK: Acting Corporal in the former GarSEC Special Operations Unit SPECIES: Human AGE: 28 SEX: Male HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 156 lbs EYES: Brown HAIR: Brown SKIN: Caucasian FORCE SENSITIVE: No APPEARANCE: Alistaire is an average human, at least up until the Red-Eyed Death struck the universe. Over the course of the last few months, he has acquired various pieces of military gear to wear, such as a pair of black combat boots, basic fatigues, a chest protector, and a helmet with a half visor.
FORCE POWERS
Not a one. To be frank, Alistaire doesn't even know what the force IS, or that it even exists. He has not been exposed to it's use as of yet
WEAPONS
DC-15 carbine, two blaster pistols, several thermal detonators, an active camo projector, and several bandoleers of ammunition.
ABOUT
Alistaire was comfortable in his life before the plague. He was normal...had a daily job, family, and a life plan that involved pretty much nothing else. Then, the Red Death came. Within days of it striking Corellia, his family was attacked, and brutally killed. Fleeing, Alistaire managed to stay alive long enough to make his way to a zone free of infection.One of the few survivors that managed to make it to a safe zone, Alistaire met up with a group of soldiers who had gotten away from the hell that the plague had caused on Garqi. Befriending them, he found himself brought along with the group when the safe zone was over-run, and they got off-world. However, the planet they landed on was also deep in the throes of infection. One by one, the GarSEC troopers were killed by the infected, leaving only Alistaire to make it back to the ship, and get off-planet. Arming himself with whatever the GarSEC troopers had left in the ship, he has assumed the role of a newer trooper in their ranks, in order to give himself more 'street cred', so to speak. In essence, with his family dead and gone, Alistaire is merely trying to re-invent who he is in order to move forward with his life in this new post-apocalyptic existence.