New People Come Here ! (Ranks)

[Sickjeremiah]

Vaan_Hatake

Okay, I already posted my rp sample which you said was great, and it says that the Shadow Hand and Dark Lord statuses are open, can I have one of those?

Those spots aren't open yet...  

[Sickjeremiah]

omgIisonfiyah

Hey is there anything I need to know when filling out my profile?

Just fill it out then I approve it.  

[Boiled_Squash]

Okay, whats the highest spot available, sith, or jedi, or neutral or whatever...  

[K-Blade]

I would like to be a Jedi, any rank will do.

A coughing fit brought Cassandra back to consciousness, slowly the world around her faded from blackness to just a blurry haze, and she would swear that her head was about to burst from the noise ringing in her ears. Bit by bit the world came into focus as she coughed again; pulling her hand away from her mouth, she blinked her magenta eyes as she stared at the blood splattered across her palm, the binder cuffs clicking on her wrist. She was kneeling on the floor leaning up against one wall, her other hand still clutching the chinstrap of a once white helmet now stained red.

Several bodies lay strewn about her, some in expanding pools of blood, others lay with eyes still open in the eternal empty stare of the dead. The ship still seemed to be in a state of chaos, but at least the fighting had move on from her area. Emergency lights bathed the pilots’ locker room with a sickening red glow.

Commands echoed through out the ship and she realized that it had been the order for all starfighters to prep for launch that had roused her. Leaning heavly upon the wall, she gathered herself and stood up, the helmet clattering free from her non-existent grasp. Searing pain shot up her arm from shattered fingers, causing her to inhale sharply and she cringed once more.

Gingerly she reached to her side, the maniacal clinking on her wrist and her fingers found the cause of the stabbing pain at every breath she took. Drakes’ boot knife was protruding from between two of her ribs, a result of his flailing as Cassandra had concaved his head in with one of the stormtroopers helmets. It was the very knife her wing-leader had used to split her body-glove from collarbone to pelvis, leaving a thin line of crimson on her torso to mark the blade tips path.

Step by step she made her way towards the hatch, her good hand braced against the wall as she found the her depth perception was off, most likely due to one eye swollen shut from receiving a E-11 blaster butt to the face. Drake and his cronies had jumped Cassandra as she had been changing into her flight-suit with sadistic thoughts running through their heads. They had come in as fast as any starfighter, breaking her nose and splitting her lip in their first attack, and as her eyes began to tear up one of them had attempted to slap a pair of binders on her.

That’s when the real fight started, the entire encounter had taken only seconds and was still a blurred out memory as Cassandra had shown her fellow pilot and his trooper escort the finer points of hand-to hand combat. Reaching out to open the hatch with her good arm, fingers attached to bloody knuckles busted open from striking hard armor, pressed the code and the door slid open. Leaving a trail of blood, she stepped out into the hallway bracing herself on the bulkhead when the deck shuttered beneath her un-steady feet.

Leaning against the wall, she slid down to the cold deck plates, folding her legs beneath her as the darkness swallowed her vision once more.  

[Prince Lucivar-Yaslana]

Mandalorian Mercenary, please


Des placed a heavy paw on the younger Mercenary's shoulder. "Udesii, ad'ika, udesii. These are full-fledged Knights, not some AgriCorps washouts. It will take all of us working together to handle them. And the troopers onboard aren't some mindless droids. They are highly trained, highly intelligent, and well equipped being bred for the sole purpose of war. We may even run into RC's or ARC's, specialized troops trained by the best Mercs I've ever fought with; Skirata, Vau, Bralor, and Fett himself. Do not take this mission lightly. I assube your Beskar'gam is vacuum-sealed? Selective decompression during infiltration may be our best hope to collect our full fee." The Wookiee Mercenary then turned by to the Neimoidian.
"I will accept the job on a few conditions. One, I have been doing this sort of thing far longer than my comrades, so I want tactical command of the mission. Two, forget your Refugee ship, we take mine. It is a model already in use with the Republic Navy; if we combine a new paint-job with the Republic codes and transponders I already have, infiltration should be much easier. I'm more comfortable with the Modified ship I already know, than the one I don't. Plus, if the second hijacking doesn't go as planned, I would like some remote-operated back-up; not to mention emergency exfiltration plan. Third and final condition, resources going to outfit the Refugee ship, be used instead for additional supplies as requested by myself and the other two members of the mission. I would like a small Ion-cannon attached to the Atiniir. A localized Ion blast may be the best way to get through ship security. After you've taken request from my friends, use the rest on power packs for our blasters as well as concussion and frag grenades. No EMP or stun grenades, those will be useless against KATARN armor."  

[Sickjeremiah]

K-Blade

I would like to be a Jedi, any rank will do.

A coughing fit brought Cassandra back to consciousness, slowly the world around her faded from blackness to just a blurry haze, and she would swear that her head was about to burst from the noise ringing in her ears. Bit by bit the world came into focus as she coughed again; pulling her hand away from her mouth, she blinked her magenta eyes as she stared at the blood splattered across her palm, the binder cuffs clicking on her wrist. She was kneeling on the floor leaning up against one wall, her other hand still clutching the chinstrap of a once white helmet now stained red.

Several bodies lay strewn about her, some in expanding pools of blood, others lay with eyes still open in the eternal empty stare of the dead. The ship still seemed to be in a state of chaos, but at least the fighting had move on from her area. Emergency lights bathed the pilots’ locker room with a sickening red glow.

Commands echoed through out the ship and she realized that it had been the order for all starfighters to prep for launch that had roused her. Leaning heavly upon the wall, she gathered herself and stood up, the helmet clattering free from her non-existent grasp. Searing pain shot up her arm from shattered fingers, causing her to inhale sharply and she cringed once more.

Gingerly she reached to her side, the maniacal clinking on her wrist and her fingers found the cause of the stabbing pain at every breath she took. Drakes’ boot knife was protruding from between two of her ribs, a result of his flailing as Cassandra had concaved his head in with one of the stormtroopers helmets. It was the very knife her wing-leader had used to split her body-glove from collarbone to pelvis, leaving a thin line of crimson on her torso to mark the blade tips path.

Step by step she made her way towards the hatch, her good hand braced against the wall as she found the her depth perception was off, most likely due to one eye swollen shut from receiving a E-11 blaster butt to the face. Drake and his cronies had jumped Cassandra as she had been changing into her flight-suit with sadistic thoughts running through their heads. They had come in as fast as any starfighter, breaking her nose and splitting her lip in their first attack, and as her eyes began to tear up one of them had attempted to slap a pair of binders on her.

That’s when the real fight started, the entire encounter had taken only seconds and was still a blurred out memory as Cassandra had shown her fellow pilot and his trooper escort the finer points of hand-to hand combat. Reaching out to open the hatch with her good arm, fingers attached to bloody knuckles busted open from striking hard armor, pressed the code and the door slid open. Leaving a trail of blood, she stepped out into the hallway bracing herself on the bulkhead when the deck shuttered beneath her un-steady feet.

Leaning against the wall, she slid down to the cold deck plates, folding her legs beneath her as the darkness swallowed her vision once more.

You can be a Jedi Master..  

[Sickjeremiah]

Prince Lucivar-Yaslana

Mandalorian Mercenary, please


Des placed a heavy paw on the younger Mercenary's shoulder. "Udesii, ad'ika, udesii. These are full-fledged Knights, not some AgriCorps washouts. It will take all of us working together to handle them. And the troopers onboard aren't some mindless droids. They are highly trained, highly intelligent, and well equipped being bred for the sole purpose of war. We may even run into RC's or ARC's, specialized troops trained by the best Mercs I've ever fought with; Skirata, Vau, Bralor, and Fett himself. Do not take this mission lightly. I assube your Beskar'gam is vacuum-sealed? Selective decompression during infiltration may be our best hope to collect our full fee." The Wookiee Mercenary then turned by to the Neimoidian.
"I will accept the job on a few conditions. One, I have been doing this sort of thing far longer than my comrades, so I want tactical command of the mission. Two, forget your Refugee ship, we take mine. It is a model already in use with the Republic Navy; if we combine a new paint-job with the Republic codes and transponders I already have, infiltration should be much easier. I'm more comfortable with the Modified ship I already know, than the one I don't. Plus, if the second hijacking doesn't go as planned, I would like some remote-operated back-up; not to mention emergency exfiltration plan. Third and final condition, resources going to outfit the Refugee ship, be used instead for additional supplies as requested by myself and the other two members of the mission. I would like a small Ion-cannon attached to the Atiniir. A localized Ion blast may be the best way to get through ship security. After you've taken request from my friends, use the rest on power packs for our blasters as well as concussion and frag grenades. No EMP or stun grenades, those will be useless against KATARN armor."

Yes you can..  

[K-Blade]

Sickjeremiah

K-Blade

I would like to be a Jedi, any rank will do.

A coughing fit brought Cassandra back to consciousness, slowly the world around her faded from blackness to just a blurry haze, and she would swear that her head was about to burst from the noise ringing in her ears. Bit by bit the world came into focus as she coughed again; pulling her hand away from her mouth, she blinked her magenta eyes as she stared at the blood splattered across her palm, the binder cuffs clicking on her wrist. She was kneeling on the floor leaning up against one wall, her other hand still clutching the chinstrap of a once white helmet now stained red.

Several bodies lay strewn about her, some in expanding pools of blood, others lay with eyes still open in the eternal empty stare of the dead. The ship still seemed to be in a state of chaos, but at least the fighting had move on from her area. Emergency lights bathed the pilots’ locker room with a sickening red glow.

Commands echoed through out the ship and she realized that it had been the order for all starfighters to prep for launch that had roused her. Leaning heavly upon the wall, she gathered herself and stood up, the helmet clattering free from her non-existent grasp. Searing pain shot up her arm from shattered fingers, causing her to inhale sharply and she cringed once more.

Gingerly she reached to her side, the maniacal clinking on her wrist and her fingers found the cause of the stabbing pain at every breath she took. Drakes’ boot knife was protruding from between two of her ribs, a result of his flailing as Cassandra had concaved his head in with one of the stormtroopers helmets. It was the very knife her wing-leader had used to split her body-glove from collarbone to pelvis, leaving a thin line of crimson on her torso to mark the blade tips path.

Step by step she made her way towards the hatch, her good hand braced against the wall as she found the her depth perception was off, most likely due to one eye swollen shut from receiving a E-11 blaster butt to the face. Drake and his cronies had jumped Cassandra as she had been changing into her flight-suit with sadistic thoughts running through their heads. They had come in as fast as any starfighter, breaking her nose and splitting her lip in their first attack, and as her eyes began to tear up one of them had attempted to slap a pair of binders on her.

That’s when the real fight started, the entire encounter had taken only seconds and was still a blurred out memory as Cassandra had shown her fellow pilot and his trooper escort the finer points of hand-to hand combat. Reaching out to open the hatch with her good arm, fingers attached to bloody knuckles busted open from striking hard armor, pressed the code and the door slid open. Leaving a trail of blood, she stepped out into the hallway bracing herself on the bulkhead when the deck shuttered beneath her un-steady feet.

Leaning against the wall, she slid down to the cold deck plates, folding her legs beneath her as the darkness swallowed her vision once more.

You can be a Jedi Master..

Cool, thanks.  

[Boiled_Squash]

why does nobody answer my questions?  

[Sickjeremiah]

Vaan_Hatake

why does nobody answer my questions?

Look in the Ranking List.  

[Boiled_Squash]

Okay, can I be a Dark jedi or something? Is there a hierarchy for them too?  

[omgIisonfiyah]

Hey where do you post if you're a Sith Lord?  

[Sickjeremiah]

omgIisonfiyah

Hey where do you post if you're a Sith Lord?

You can post anywhere! Do a Sith territory.  

[atreus]

((I'd like to be a sith please, any rank will do))

Atreus's back arched in pain as his ribs cracked due to the vast surge of pain he had so harshly endured. the dirt underneath his knees quickly blew a gust onto his legs as his bloody fist crashed down to the ground. lightning surged around him in a furious storm, surging tremors of unbarable pain throughout his entire body, a cruel but affective way of healing his body, sparking life into the muscles and bones he had lost the use of during his encounter in the tomb. His teeth gritted together as his eyes turned blood shot red. turning his head up towards the low and crumbling ceiling he let out a scream that shook the already shattered foundations...and then it was over. picking himself up from the confined space he stood on his two feet once more and examined his condition and his surroundings. It was a tight squeeze between the two walls, he was lucky to be alive at any rate. looking down at his hands, scars had acumulated all around his arms and his hands dripped in blood. Apart from that though no marking seemed visible.

He walked with a hunched back towards the end of the room being alot more wary about his environment while in his mind he replayed the scenario over and over, contemplating what he could have done better. It all started with the tiles. The heavy weight of his body must have set off the trap. The swarm of shyracks that emerged didn't cause too much of a problem, a close defensive stance such as soresu would have been more apropriate then the aggresive stance of juyo he used, but he was unaware that the walls and ceiling would cave in. the sudden change of stance left him vulnerabe as he took damage to his arms and legs. once the shyracks where over and done with it left him little time to run from the walls. He had used all his force and power to prevent them from crushing him, although his back had been shattered in the struggle. The memory was no more then another scar now.

Atreus was one of the very few Echani who had submitted to force training, however unlike the others his instruction came from the sith world of korriban. He was only a youngling when his master had slaughtered his parents, if not for the hatred Atreus had shown he would have been killed aswell, but he was better off as he was, his family had only held him back, and now here he was alone on Sereno, In the tomb of the legendary Darth bane, the creator of the rule of two.

Atreus emerged from the cramped room and came towards a small room with a large stone door. He examined his surrounding with a keen eye before coming to the conclusion there was no traps in this room, though the purpose of the room was unclear, it was just full of chewed up corpses, now thats what made him suspicious. Determination filled up his red eyes as he raised his palm and sent the stone door flying out of place, crumbling upon the ground. Stepping over the rubble and into a large red lit up room he finally found what he had been searching for. placed upon a pedastal surounded by lightsaber crystals was the holocron oof Darth bane. Atreus casually rubbed the cuffs on his hands as he sensed the room for any traps, once again it seemed clear however he was still as careful as possible. aproaching the pedasal he slowly placed his hands on the holocron. Suddenly a wave of dark energy burst out of the item sending a surge of both power and pain through Atreus's body. with all his might he finally managed to pull his hands away from the dark item, and that was when he heard the rumbling from the previous room. Drawing his lightsaber he quickly turned around displaying a suresu stance. However this time it wasn't shyracks. What stood in front of him was far more dangerous, an overly large, hidious mutanted terentatek, Obviously it had hibernated here for some time, and it was hungry. The beast quickly lunged towards Atreus and he quickly dodged a near fatal blow. His force powers would be no good here, all they would do would boost the beasts power and lust for the dark side. He'd have to end this as quickly as possible with physical force. For several minutes the beast threw an arrey of powerful claw attacks towards him as he dodged and deflected with his lightsaber, but even the energy of his saber didnt seem to penetrate the creatures thick hide. there was only one thing for it. Changing his stance to Ataru he leapt back and awaited for the beast to charge. The terentatek roared out as venom dripped from its tusks, then it ran towards him in a power hungry rage. that was Atreus's chance. as the beast approached he quickly leapt as high as he could over its head and brought his saber down towards its spine. as it slid across he suddenly reverted to the trakata form, turning his saber continuously on and off until it finally pierced straight through the beasts spinal core. Atreus landed on the floor not caring to look back at his dying pray, he simply basked in its defeat as his eyes perminantly rested upon the holocron.  

[Boiled_Squash]

Can I be a dark Jedi?