Roleplay

Espionage aboard the SSD EXECUTOR! The REBEL ALLIANCE is in dire straights. Rushing to set up their newly founded ECHO BASE on the icy planet of HOTH, the Rebellion must prevent the evil GALACTIC EMPIRE from finding them at all costs.

To accomplish this, the alliance has dispatched a team of SPIES to operate undercover on the Empire's flagship and keep it off the Rebellion's trail.

Now, as the Empire draws ever nearer to the hidden base, despite their best efforts, the Rebel spies grow truly desperate....



Rules:

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Current Players: @BroomHare @Eaglerider @ResidentLunatic @SharkMeat


Current Posting Order:
ResidentLunatic
Eaglerider
BroomHare


Players on Hiatus:
@SharkMeat



Current Player Characters:
Boba Fett – ResidentLunatic
Rhy'ull – ResidentLunatic
Xrayzi Dax – ResidentLunatic
Darth Vader – ResidentLunatic
Firmus Piett – BroomHare
Gavin Dalmerion – BroomHare
Kalvem "Kal" Thrax – BroomHare
Trent Darsst – Eaglerider
Nalias – SharkMeat
*Hazard – Draconequis
*Sinya Dara – RockyDrago
*Kyra Rhod – SparrowsWings
*Liam Aluharm – Violetah


*Characters with a strikethrough are a part of the story/world, but are not currently participating.

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Name: Firmus Piett [FUR-muhss pee-EHT]


Age: 42


Species: Human


Affilliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Captain of the SSD Executor


Height: 1.65m [About 5'5"]


Personality: Clever, cunning and incredibly loyal to the Empire, this imperial captain is proud, perhaps too much so for his own good. The idea of working with bounty hunters to accomplish a task that the Imperial Navy ought to have no trouble doing alone is grating on him tremendously. The fact that the Imperial Navy has not been able to accomplish this task on its own is confounding him to no end, but he cannot quite figure out how the Rebellion is continuing to throw them off course.


Physical Description: Short and frankly, scrawny. Piett has grey-blue eyes and short brown hair, which is always kept extremely neat. The captain, of course, wears the standard Imperial Navy Officers' uniform, including the optional short, black gloves.


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Name: Kalvem "Kal" Thrax [KAL-vehm "KAL" THRAKS]


Age: 20


Species: Human


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Stormtrooper


Height: 1.80m [About 5'11"]


Personality: Kalvem Thrax was drafted into this war, and if he hadn't been, he would be peacefully holed up in a cabin somewhere, isolated from the rest of the galaxy. He's doing his part because he has to.That's not to say he doesn't support the Empire, of course; the Rebellion strikes him as a bundle of bleeding hearts who don't bother looking at every side of the issue before blowing up the nearest trooper for something he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. Truly, though, if he'd had a choice, he would have kept his hands out of all of it.


He's still getting used to this killing business, which is why they stationed him on a star ship in the first place. He earned a place on the Executor because he can shoot a gnat from twenty paces. He earned his place on a star ship because he'd rather not have to.


Physical Description: Thrax is tall and muscled, like the rest of the Imperial Army, with a tousle of Mousy-brown hair over his rounded features. It's cropped decently short at the moment, thanks to regulations, though he's usually used to dusting it out of his large brown eyes.




Name: Trent Darsst


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Age: 28


Species: human


Occupation: Scout Trooper


Height: 1.83m [About 6'0"]


Personality: Calm and collected, his patience made him the perfect scout trooper to wait for key rebels where they felt safe before eliminating them. Like most troopers he is a talented marksman and very observant. To many he his perfect for the scout trooper divisions. Born on the planet Coruscant, he enlisted so that his sister didn't have to.


Physical description: he wears the standard scout trooper armor. But without it equipped he has a pale skin tone, blue eyes and brown hair as well as an average muscle build.




Name: Liam Aluharm


Age: 23


Species: Human


Affiliation: Imperial Empire


Occupation: Scout Trooper


Height: 1.72m [About 5'8"]


Personality: A quiet man, he doesn't talk much unless he is around fellow scout troopers, with whom he can be quite chatty. He's proud of his skills as a scout trooper and feels they separates him from the other troops of the Empire, particularly ordinary stormtroopers. He grew up in a city, never having seen anything more wild than carefully curated parks his entire childhood. What he did see were lots of vehicles, and he had a keen interest that lead to him to learn how to drive and repair them at a young age. Started training as an officer, he discovered his love for the wilderness and switched to scout trooper training. Now he hates being on ships and in cities. He believes that the Empire is needed to enforce law in the galaxy, however recently he has started to become uncomfortable with some of its actions.


Physical Description: While in armour he looks like any other scout trooper, under the helmet he has tan skin that is pale due to being constantly covered and short pale golden blonde hair. His face is egg shaped and long, with watery blue eyes, low thick eyebrows and a constant frown, and his ears stick out. He has a lean build, which tends towards looking lanky when not in his armour.


Additional Note:




Name: Retwin [Reht-WIN]


Age: 32


Race: Human


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Saboteur, droid specialization; Chief of Engineering


Height: 1.70 meters [About 5' 7"]


Personality: Hyper focused on all areas relating to his current assignment, Retwin can be considered “task oriented.” He loves the droids and all parts of their creation. However, he does not do well if someone disobeys his orders or direct orders from his superior while under his supervision. He has trouble channeling his emotions when thrown such curveballs (Imperial Amy = no tolerance for disobedience so neglect to follow rules is rare). If you disrupt his schedule or mess with his droids, prepare for several very well worded sentences of different emotional states. He is extremely intelligent and can be considered book smart, not social smart.

When all goes right, he is very pleasant to be around. Cracks the occasional very bad pun, will joke about the current Admiral (while he isn’t around of course), and finds joy in the tiniest successes with new projects.


Physical Description: Dark brown hair with blue eyes and pale skin. Along his smooth and pronounced jawline is always a thin layer of 5 o’clock shadow, it never goes away (he tries). He can most always be found in the black uniform standard to most saboteur and engineers. Body type is physically a bit square, but solid muscle. His strong build and thick structure allow him to manipulate oddly shaped hunks of metal with ease.


Additional Notes:



Name: Maximilian Veers [MAX-ah-MIL-ee-on VEARS]


Age: 50


Race: Human


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Imperial Army General


Height: 1.93 meters [About 6'4"]


Personality: When it comes to his army and serving the Empire, General Veers will stop at nothing to fulfill his duty. He fights on the front line with his troopers and is not afraid to talk one-on-one with Vader (although he is careful to watch what he says). He takes his role very seriously and is described as being cunning and capable.


Physical Description: Tall and muscular with a square face, Veers in his green uniform towers 10cm over the average stormtrooper. Brown hair that is peppered with grey and a wrinkling face from years of military stress make him appear slightly older than he is. His brown eyes may appear hard but to those who knew him before they are filled with pain and anger over his lost family.


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Name: Gavin Dalmerion [GA-vihn dal-MEER-ee-uhn]


Age: 24


Species: Human


Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic


Occupation: Alliance Intelligence Operative (Undercover as an Imperial Navy Trooper)


Height: 1.72m [About 5'8"]


Personality: Cool, composed and very watchful, Gavin is a quiet man who prefers not to say a word until he's got a very solid handle on the situation. Never one for a snap decision, this Intelligence Op. was a perfect fit for this delicate mission – he's had no trouble blending in and taking orders. However, though he's working hard to keep his men from seeing the strain, with the Empire inching ever closer to the secret base, Gavin is definitely beginning to feel the pressure on their outfit.


Physical Description: Average height and slight, this Rebellion spy has pale skin, brown hair, hazel eyes and long, pointed features.


Additional Note:



Name: Rhy'ull Fenn [RE-yule]


Age: 33


Species: Twi'lek


Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic


Occupation: Spacecraft mechanic


Height: 1.80m [About 5'11"]


Personality: Rhy'ull was born a slave and had been sold to many different masters, and businesses long before he had even reached adulthood. His final place of captivity being a seedy outpost bar, where he met his beloved the personal handmaid to a wealthy elderly aristocrat. One his freedom had been purchased he went to live as a butler for the aristocrat on a decent salary. He is fiercely loyal to his cause and family, putting them before anything else including his own safety. His handy, and fairly open minded to new procedures and ideas keeping him flexible. He does however have a streak of cowardice in him, preferring to run and hide during combat rather than stand and fight.


Physical Description: His skin is a soft tan with electric blue stripes along both brain tails, the outer sides of his arms and legs, and along his sides. He has large, bright blue eyes, with the usual thick black eyelashes. He wears standard clothing consisting of tan pants a white shirt, and black boots.


Additional Note:



Name: She responds to the pseudonym Hazard. Her real name? You'll have to pry it out of her cold, dead fingers.


Age: 25


Species: Firrerreo


Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic


Occupation: Alliance Intelligence Operative (Undercover as a Military Engineer)


Height: 1.65m [About 5'5"]


Personality: Hazard is literally as her 'name' would suggest. She's determined, volatile, highly violent, animalistic, and dangerous, a perfect representation of her dying race. She's defiant, sarcastic, and sassy. She seems like the last person who should have been chosen to become a spy. Despite this, Hazard is immensely clever. She knows when it's appropriate to talk and when it's time to keep her mouth shut. She also knows just how much she can push the boundary without drawing any suspicion. Though if she feels someone is towing the line with her, she will put them in their place without hesitation. She also has the uncanny ability to know when she's being lied to.


Hazard is a born warrior, built for battle of every kind. She's not afraid of anything, even her own death, and can be a bit reckless as a result.


Physical Description: Hazard is a young female near-human woman with slightly feral features. She has highly developed canine teeth set in a wide mouth and a head framed by pixie cut two-toned (blonde and black) hair. Her animalistic eyes have nictitating membranes which allow her to see into the ultraviolet range, and her small rounded ears gift her with enhanced hearing (which can be rather annoying when she's trying to sleep).


Her skin, as other Firrerreo is normally a beautiful gold. However, as all Firrerro, its known for turning silver when she's angry, frightened or wounded.


Additional Notes:



Name: Sinya Dara [SIHN-yah DAH-rah]


Age: 21


Race: Twi'lek


Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic


Occupation: Alliance Intelligence Operative (Undercover as a Droid Engineer)


Height: 1.83 meters [About 6' 0"]


Personality: Sinya is introvert and doesn't like to talk to those who aren't close to her. She can be a little lazy sometimes and is pretty weak. She's bad at making decisions on her own but though doesn't like to work with others. She prefers not to be around others. She can be rude sometimes but mostly only to those who are rude to others, tho she doesn't talk to them in a rude way when she is being rude to someone but instead shows it with her lekkus.


Physical Description: Sinya is shorter than most Twi'leks, and while they usually are quite tall, she is as short as a human. She is purple with blue eyes and wears a short, greyish-black robe and black boots.


Additional Note(s):



Name: Kyra Rhod [KY-rah ROD]


Age: 26


Race: Human


Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic


Occupation: Alliance Intelligence Operative (Undercover as a Stormtrooper)


Height: 1.75 meters [About 5' 9"]


Personality: Kyra’s mind is always moving and taking in everything around him. He moves with purpose and is extremely charismatic. He is great at planning and organizing the best way to accomplish a task, especially when plans don’t go exactly as they should. His cunning and brains make up for his clumsiness. He specializes in strategizing and sharp shooting. While finding assignments for this mission, he purposely found a Stormtrooper number in the center of formation so his misstepping would be less likely to be noticed. Appears stern and serious but he turns into a child when given new tech to use.


Physical Description: Black hair with widow’s peak that when loose hangs just past shoulder blades but can most often be found pulled into a dutch braid. Long oval face with a pointed chin and small sharp nose. Deep brown eyes and pale skin, when combined with the other features, make him look intense.

Body structure is very thin, but solid. He is all muscle and is much stronger than he looks.


Additional Notes:

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Name: Boba Fett


Age: Wouldn't we all like to know... Somewhere in between his 20's and 30's (I'm guessing)


Species: Human (clone of Jango Fett)


Affiliation: Confederacy of Independent Systems, Boba Fett's syndicate, Hutt Clan, Galactic Empire


Occupation: Bounty Hunter


Height: 1.83m [About 6'0"]


Personality: Confident, self assured unapologetic, clever, and calloused


Physical Description: Tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes. Just like all of the other clones, however he is rarely seen out of his trademark modified green Mandalorian armor.


Additional Note:



Name: Xrayzi Dax


Age: 22


Species: Mixed, Rattataki/Human


Affiliation: Confederacy of Independent Systems, Boba Fett's syndicate, Hutt Clan, Galactic Empire


Occupation: Bounty Hunter


Height: 1.80m [About 5' 11"]


Personality: Dax is sharp witted, and sassy. Often relying on a mix of intelligence, blaster proficiency, and brute strength to get herself out of tight situations. She's proud, and sarcastic too making for a volatile mix of hot blooded emotion.


Physical Description: Dax really does reflect both of her genetic halves. Getting chalk white skin decorated with the classic tribal tattoos from her shoulders down to her ankles. And gunmetal grey eyes from her Rattaki mother. From her human father she inherited thick black hair, and a curvier body type. With wide hips and a larger bust. When she isn't dressed in her dark red Mandalorian armor, she prefers form fitting tan pants, tall black boots, and a loose fitting red shirt.


Additional Note:



Name: Nalias [Nah-lee-AHS]


Age: 39


Species: Human


Affiliation: Former Jedi, current neutral rogue


Occupation: None, current prisoner on the ship for an unrelated event


Height: 1.63m [About 5'4"]


Personality: Snarky and sarcastic. They enjoy playing mind games with and taunting the Stormtroopers guarding their cell. A witness to the tragedy on Coruscant that destroyed the Jedi, Nalias feels as though they are responsible for preserving the memories of those they lost. But in doing so they had chosen to go into hiding instead of fight against the Empire. They feel as though the Empire has already won and have forgotten what it meant to fight for a righteous cause. But this doesn't mean they aren't passionate and emotional as well. On a normal day they're loud and outspoken, not afraid to say what they feel. They're also the type to just accept their current situation. This could explain their passive attitude at being imprisoned by the Empire despite their fear.


Physical Description: Link!


Additional Note:

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Here will be a list of the currently available NPC's and the characteristics they've collected throughout the RP. Bolded NPC's are currently in use by the player whose name follows.




Controller Jhoff

Controller Xam

Controller Hectre

Trooper Hobson - BromHare

Unnamed Doctor

Chief Retwin

Lieutenant Suba

General Maximilian Veers

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[*] Boba Fett
[*] Captain Firmus Piett
[*] Chief Retwin
[*] Controller Jhoff
[*] General Maximilian Veers
[*] Lieutenant Suba
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@BroomHare This is excellent! Please ping me when you're ready for me to contribute (I'm more Empire/First Order!)

Slave1 hung in dead space as the bounty hunters inside finished recovering from their last hunt. Dax set her teacher's blaster aside having finished cleaning it. She picked up her own blaster and began cleaning it off too. Rolling her sore shoulder, wincing at her bruised ribs. Granted she'd taken worse back in the gladiatorial ring but getting smashed into a canyon wall wan't exactly fun.

Fett wasn't particularly concerned with the damage done to his student, he'd seen her rally back from worse. She hadn't verbally complained outside of a streamline of curse words and other obscenities. He wiped off a splatter of mud from his helmet with a rag. "How are the blasters coming?" He called from the pilot's chair. She looked up brightly "fine. They'll be clean and ready for our next hunt in a few clicks Fett!" He nodded "good."

Captain Piett bit back a sigh as the monitor before him reported yet another empty scan. Blast it all, but these miscreants were slippery. Piett ran a hand over his stinging eyes. Vader had gone not two cycles prior, off to check in on another lead with the Avenger, leaving them with standing orders to work 'round the clock until they found the rebel base. This search was becoming ridiculous, he mused. How many dank, uninhabited corners of this galaxy could there be for them to hide in?

It really was beginning to drive him mad. They were getting close: they had to be, but he'd thought that perhaps a hundred times already. It didn't sort out. The Empire held every card; they had the time, the ships, the men – everything, and yet the Rebellion continued to evade them. How could every lead they'd had – and the leads did seem to be plentiful! – turn out to be useless prattle? He hadn't expected the hunt to be easy, he was no fool, but for the Empire to fall to this…. He let that thought go though. It didn't matter. His orders were to find them. If that meant they had to check every slime-ridden cave and rat-infested alleyway in the galaxy, in order to do it, then they would.

Still, their latest contact did little to calm the ire quietly building in his chest.

"Captain?" chirped an ensign from the pit.

"Yes, ensign?"

"Slave 1 has entered communications range, sir."

Piett took a moment to swallow the bile that rose up in his throat.

"Excellent. Open a channel."

"Aye, sir."

"Slave 1, this is Captain Firmus Piett of the SSD Executor requesting report. Have you any lead on the location of the rebel base?"

Across the bridge, a uniformed navy trooper stood at attention, blank-faced and seemingly disinterested, trying to hide the slight increase in tempo brought to his breathing by his racing heart.

They were running out of ideas. How many more fake leads could they throw in the Empire's way? How many more false "Rebel sightings" could they orchestrate from within the ship before their cover blew? Piett was getting suspicious; Gavin knew it – he was too sharp not to be by now; the man was only going to stand for so many wrong turns before he figured out they'd been misleading him for two months.

In and of itself, that wasn't terrible. One man they could discredit. One man they could throw under the speeder: blame it on incompetence, and Vader would take care of the rest, but bounty hunters? Bounty hunters were harder to work around. If they knew what they were talking about…. Gavin took a deep breath. He couldn't do anything about that from here. He forced his train of thought down a different track.

It wasn't every day you saw the Empire shelling out to the criminal underworld for leads. Imp. Intel. must have been having a fit! He wondered.... The rebel spy allowed himself a look around the room, letting his hazel eyes wander lazily over the faces of the bridge crew (forcing himself not glance about too quickly and read as the nervous twit he felt like). Not everyone on the bridge seemed overly pleased with this new contact either. It would be interesting to see how this played out.

Fett shook his head, he couldn't even get an hour to him- er they couldn't even get an hour to themselves. He glanced over at Dax who'd finished with the blasters and was currently bandaging herself, tightly wrapping thin strips of fabric over her chest, shoulder and arm. The top portion of her armor lay at her feet, the deadpan expression she bore accurately described how he felt at the moment. He toyed with the idea of pretending to have a busted comm but ultimately decided against it.

He sighed through his nose as their prisoner began to scream through his gag, though muffled it was still irritating at the very least. He pressed the 'accept' button for the comm with a bit more force than was necessary. "Slave1. We don't currently have any solid information on any rebel bases but, we may have something, or rather someone, who can alter that." He nodded at Dax to shut their captive up before his headache got any worse. The resounding thud of a boot meeting the fleshy body of the rebel was disgustingly satisfying to him. Silence was all that followed aside from the dull and very sparse sobs that escaped the twi'lek. "We have a captive for you sir."

Dax stayed by the holding cell staring at the poor man through the bars, the kick she'd landed had been deceptively well placed. No permanent damage would be left behind on, or inside the body. Not that it would mater when the empire got hold of him, she pressed her back against the ship's hull and slid down it resting her head against the cool metal. She didn't like this part of the job, playing the inadvertent executioner. Despite all of her years working with the infamous Boba Fett, Dax couldn't seem to rid herself of her conscious.

She had been staring down at her knees during her internal monologue, when she glanced up she felt her stomach twist. A pair of watery, electric blue orbs met with her own steely gaze; she felt wrong staring back at him as realization hit her, his sobs hadn't been a response to her kick but to the icy realization that he was about to die. He didn't look at her with accusation written on his face, but sorrow. Silently pleading with her to let him go from his prone fetal position on the floor. She felt sick in that instance and murmured "I'm sorry" keeping her voice soft enough to evade the senior hunter's ears.

Gavin felt his stomach wrench. Captive? Operatives he'd asked to draw the Empire's attention on distant planets whipped through his head: men and women he knew well... men and women he didn't. If one of them cracked, what were he and his team going to do? If they didn't, how much could he and his team do for them without blowing their own cover?

Seeds he could plant to get the rumor mill going filtered through his mind as he watched the gears turning in the captain's brain - ways to discredit the bounty hunters and the "rebel." Of course, that was if they even took the poor thing on board.

The captain blinked. The Empire had not asked for prisoners. They were more than capable of apprehending their own... Yet, perhaps at this point a lead was a lead. They'd simply have to do the dirty work themselves.

"Very well then, Slave 1, you may bring your prisoner to us. Our communications officer shall instruct you further." He gave his officer a quick nod, and the other man set about his task.

"Slave 1, you are cleared for landing in hangar bay four."

Gavin took a deep breath. 'Here we go...'

Fett didn't bother to reply he just shut the link down and hissed through his teeth. Piloting the ship into the hangar was simple enough, though her glared at any who came too near to his single most precious object. The senior bounty hunter gazed back at his student, he was well aware of her mental struggle with this part of the job, but if she were to preform without hindrances when she was on her own he'd have to work the guilt out of her. He cleared his throat sharply pointing at the discarded chest plate, shoulder guards, and gloved bracers. She looked over her shoulder and mouthed an 'oh'. She slid on a black sleeveless undershirt on over the linen wraps and put on the rest of her armor with only mild difficulty. The swelling in her injured shoulder making the fit uncomfortable. Her helmet locked into place with a click and she childishly gave the clone a thumbs up.

"Did you wander around only partially clothed on Rattatak as well?" He seemed to lack genuine interest as he spoke aiming only to point out her lack of decorum.

"Yes actually I did. So did most of the others too, it was the ones who were constantly dressed that were considered public disturbances, because surely they had something to hide."

He huffed and strapped his blasters to his belt, Dax following suit wincing when the shift in stance put too much pressure on the injured shoulder.

"Fett? Maybe I should stay behind on this one, my injury is proving to be more severe than I had previously thought."

"No." He didn't offer an explanation or leave it open for discussion, or argument. Boba Fett was many things but soft wasn't one of them.

She left it at that standing behind him as the walk way descended from Slave1's hull. She opened the holding cell and took the captive by his arm hauling him upright. Her grip was like a vice, each finger digging into the muscle till they felt bone. The twi'lek didn't cry or struggle now he just stood there waiting to go to his execution, death no longer scared him. He wouldn't give up the new base, but an almost abandoned one across the system. It was sparsely populated but he supposed that there were enough remaining rebels that the empire would have some blood to spill. Maybe that would keep the others safe long enough for them to topple the regime. He hoped so anyway.

The silence stretched on for longer than Piett was entirely comfortable with, and he shot a look into the crew pit.

"Slave 1 appears to have cut communications, sir."

For a moment, Piett and Gavin shared a reaction: a wave of ambivalence – relief for not having to interact with the bounty hunters mixed with very strong suspicion.

"Keep an eye on them, ensign. I don't want – "

"Sir," called the controller, "hanger four reports Slave 1 has landed."

Piett gave a swift nod. Then he turned to Gavin. "You there, gather the rest of your squad and report back here. You shall accompany me to the hanger to welcome our guests."

Gavin nodded back. "Aye, sir." With that he turned on his heel and left.

Ten standard minutes later, armed and armored, Gavin strode into the hanger bay with the rest of his squad, stormtroopers streaming in behind the captain to meet their latest arrivals.

Piett came to a halt before the bounty hunter and paused, waiting while his troops formed a solid line behind him. "The prisoner, if you please, Mr. Fett."

Dax didn't lessen her grip, watching out of her tinted visor silently. Fett rested his hands on his hips, "not until I receive payment. We aren't a charity not that anything you do to the prisoner will be charitable either. Vader always pays generously perhaps we should take our business directly to him." His words were calm, and evenly placed, he meant what he said. Daxx glanced between the two men uneasily, she wasn't looking forward to another direct dealing with the sith lord.