Roleplay

Six months have passed since the Battle of Yavin. In the ELROOD SECTOR, combat between IMPERIAL and REBEL forces is almost constant.

During a rare moment of quiet, the IPV CONVOR was making its regular rounds. However, unbeknownst to the Convor, a group of Rebels have stolen the IPV KIROS for their own!

A fierce battle soon erupted, sending both ships spiraling to the icy planet of LANTHRYM below. Only time will tell whether any survivors will make it off the icy planet alive or whether they will succumb to the temperatures or the locals first….


Rules:

1. Common RP courtesy rules apply. (No Power Playing, God Moding, etc.)
   
   
   A note on the Force: Because the Force lends itself to Power Playing/God Modding, there are a few specific rules on it:

   • On Reading Other People's Thoughts and Feelings: As long as you only take from what's posted in the RP and not what's said on the OOC Board, go for it: fair game.
     
   • On Force Pushes, Throwing Things With the Force, etc.: Things like this are treated like any other attack; that is, you can tell us what your character did and even what they intended to happen, but leave exactly what happens to the victimized character.
     
   • On Force Chokes, Pulls, Grabs, etc.: Because these can't be "dodged," per say, these have to be handled a little differently. If you want to perform a choke, hold, grab, etc. on someone's character, just pop on over to the OOC Board and clear it with that character's author first.
2. Canon characters and OC's are both totally fine. After all, the majority of the films' casts were extras!
   
3. If you're going to choose a canon character, just make sure they're alive first, and check to see approximately what rank they'd be during 0.5 ABY (see below for resource).
   
4. You're welcome to play as many characters as you feel you can handle.
   
5. Typos happen, but please double-check your posts for spelling and grammar errors before you post them.
   
6. To that end, no chatspeak.
   
7. I'm not a stickler on post length: just make sure you give us enough to go on. Actions and words are key, but thoughts and feelings are half the fun!
   
8. Please keep the RP in the PG-PG13 range. Bad things can happen, but there's no need for gratuitous detail.
   
9. On that note! For this RP I've got a circumstantial rule: If you are playing a crew member from the Convor or the Kiros, you must have some kind of injury. This can be as major or minor as you like! Anything from a few cuts and bruises to hanging off the end of the mortal coil by your fingertips is fine by me! Just so long as your character can still participate, that is.
   
10. Please be decent to each other OOC.
    
11. Sometimes RP's can get tricky, especially when there's a posting order! (and Writers' Block is super real). So, if for some reason you just can't come up with a post, it's absolutely no worry. Just pop on over to the OOC Board and type us a simple "Skip me, for now please!" or something to that effect, and we'll pick you back up on the next round.
    
12. On a similar note, life is busy, and RP's can last a long time. Sometimes you've got to bail out of an RP, and that's totally cool! Here's a few steps for stepping out of the RP if you must.
    
    • Let us know in the OOC Board that you're going to have to step out: It keeps us all on the same page, and we want to say a proper goodbye!
      
    • Find a way to get your character out of the plot: You can kill them off, send them into a crowd to "investigate something," whatever floats your flotilla! You can even lead them away in a manner that leaves them alive and open to step back in if you think you might rejoin us when things get less busy! Just make sure you set it up so that the rest of us can carry on. Remember, if your speeder breaks down, pull over. Otherwise we're all heading planetside!
      
    • If you are playing a canon character due to be alive in Episode V: Please DO NOT kill them! If they've become integral to the plot, see if anyone else might want to pick them up. If they haven't, just find some way to move them out of the plot without killing them off. Have them reassigned by high command, maybe.
13. Have fun; it's a Star Wars RP!

And that's that! Anyone Interested in joining can pop on over to our OOC Board and give our first post a read through!

Any information you could ever need can be found on The Wookieepedia. You'll want to look in the Legends tab.

Current Players: @BroomHare @ResidentLunatic @Eaglerider


Players on Hiatus:
@SharkMeat



Current Posting Order:
BroomHare
ResidentLunatic
Eaglerider




Current Characters:
Commander Montross "Monty" Wolf - BroomHare
Xegur Oucoa - ResidentLunatic
Adrian Sadow - Eaglerider
Uli Redsky - Violetah
*Djedann Kahdash - SharkMeat

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

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Name: Commander Montross "Monty" Wolf [MON-tross "MON-tee" WULF]


Age: 58


Race: Human


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Commander of the IPV Convor


Height: 1.88 meters [About 6' 2"]


Personality: Proud and loyal, Wolf has a shockingly low level of ambition for an Imperial. The fact of the matter is, the commander is happy in his position. Wolf has been a member of the Navy since the days of the Republic, and for him the Empire is just the next iteration. The Rebellion is a bundle of kids doing what kids do: getting uppity and wanting to change the world, but they're making a mess of it in the process, and, well, we can't have that. For him, the war just isn't personal. He's very proud of his job protecting the citizens of the Empire, but he's just doing his job.


Physical Description: Wolf is tall and lanky, but with broad shoulders all the same. His face is large and square, with a fluff of silver hair tucked under his cap and large grey-green eyes set over a small nose and a wide mouth. Wolf looks every bit his age, but the lines of his face give a more pleasant effect than you'd expect from an Imperial.


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Name: Xegur Oucoa [ZEE-gr oak-oa]


Age: 37


Race: Zabrak "Dathomirian"


Affiliation: Galactic Empire


Occupation: Former engineer, Xegur is an officer's candidate due for a pretty hefty promotion, as well as personal force training from a sith lord provided he is able to complete the tasks laid out for him.


Height: 1.78 meters [About 5' 10"]


Personality: Xegur is spirited and clever often times relying on his wit and silver tongued charm to worm his way in and out of difficult situations. He's tenacious and intrepid, though not to the point of being unreasonable. The young zabrak is also fiercely loyal he values his allies and his friends more than your typical imperial, likely because companionship is a finite commodity. When it comes to dealing with enemies though he prefers to remain tactful usually using charm and steely logic to subdue them rather than violence or hollow threats. However when battle dose ensue he quickly becomes ruthless, fighting with a savage ferocity.


*Physical Description: Xegur is tall and fairly lithe, his angular frame being just muscular enough to hint at the years of rigorous physical training he's subjected himself to. By the standards of a few races he is a fairly attractive male, sporting a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, defined brow ridge, and an intimidating 'crown' of curved horns(two jutting from his temples, while the rest encircle the crown of his head). He bares the tribal tattoos of his people in a deep sanguine, to off set his ink colored skin, and large kaleidoscopic eyes that fade from gold to bright red around his pupils.


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Name: Uli Redsky [Yoo-lee Red-sky]


Age: 39


Race: Zabrak


Affiliation: Rebel Alliance


Occupation: Rebel Soldier


Height: 1.83 meters [About 6'0"]


Personality: Brave, selfless, great sense of humour and likes to joke around, loves music. 'Team dad', looks out for the newer and younger people and tries to support them. A Zabrak from Naboo, he is quite the charmer. He loves music, and is talented with many instruments. He also loves to joke around and cheer up others, being an eternal optimist. His siding with the rebellion is based around the anti-alien mindset of the Empire, as well as its oppressive nature. Is a soldier in the Rebellion.


Physical Description: Tall, yellow skin, purple hair in top knot, blue line tattoos, gold eyes.


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Name: Adrian Sadow [AY-dree-aan SAY-dow]


Age: 28


Race: Human


Affiliation: Rebel Alliance


Occupation: Rebel Soldier


Height: 1.78 meters [About 5' 10"]


Personality: Quiet, but kind-hearted, he is one risking himself for others as he fights against the Empire. He is a bit mysterious though, frequently remaining quiet during operations except when spoken to. He is very cautious as he believes Imperials could be anywhere now.


Physical Description: Average muscle build, though he has green eyes and wears the clothing of typical rebel soldiers. He carried his blaster rifle at all times and tries to keep his clothes clean when possible.

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Name: Djedann Kahdash [Jeh-DAWN Kah-DASH]


Age: 35


Race: Human


Affiliation: Rogue/Refugee


Occupation: Before the Battle of Yavin and the destruction of the Death Star, Djedann was in charge of overseeing shipments her family would make to those they made trade deals with.


Height: 1.30 meters [About 4' 2"]


Personality: Witty, sharp tongued, and prone to being a little too honest. She has an incredibly strong personal sense of right versus wrong which can drive her to do things that seem irrational or ultimately put her in unnecessary danger. She's stubborn and loyal to her friends. She remains extremely opinionated on the subject of the Empire being evil and the war at hand.


Physical Description: Olive skin with freckles on her face and shoulders. Her hair is a dark auburn that is swept back in a way that looks like a lion's mane. She keeps it in a messy ponytail most of the time. Despite her height she is pretty muscular and can really pack a punch. As a teenager she sustained heavy burns across her upper body, the most damage done to her chest. As such her chest is flat and covered end to end with one large burn scar. Some burn scars can be seen creeping up her neck from under her shirt. Her eyes are a light blue with flecks of hazel around her pupils. There is a long scar that runs down her right eye and splits at the end as well as a scar on the right side of her chin that stops just below her lower lip.


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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.

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Six months after the Battle of Yavin, the Elrood Sector was in a state of almost-constant battle. During one of the system's rare moments of quiet, Commander Montross Wolf of the IPV Convore was on routine patrol, when another Imperial Patrol Vehicle, the IPV Kiros, having secretly stolen by Rebellion soldier Uli Redsky and his team, turned on his ship and fired! The two ships were soon locked in a vicious skirmish, which, by the end, sent both ships plummeting to the planet down below.

Commander Wolf awoke some time later to find his ship burning around him. Making a quick escape, Commander Wolf found himself on the icy, snow-covered surface of Lanthrym, freezing, with nothing but a broken ankle, some bruised ribs and a healthy facial gash to keep him company.

At the same time, some distance away, Uli Redsky's was beginning to stir as well and soon found his head ringing and ship torn in two, separated at the cockpit in the crash. Making his way free of the wreck, Redski soon caught sight of a figure in the distance. He followed quickly, believing them to be a member of his crew. However, despite his calls and pace, the mysterious figure vanished from sight before the Zabrak could catch up.

Uli's calls, however, did catch the attention of Commander Wolf, who, barely able to make out the shape of another man in the distance, headed toward the noise, knowing he would survive better with help than alone and desperately in need of shelter besides.

When the two finally found each other, they were quick to make clear that neither one was in the mood to fight, and decided almost at once to return to Redsky's ship for shelter from the mounting blizzard, seeing as Wolf's was so thoroughly out of commission.

As the two began their march back to the wreck of the Kiros, Djadann Kahdash, a local rogue, having heard the two ships plow into the planet's surface, made short work of preparing herself for a good scavenge, looking to loot the more close by Kiros for whatever she could find.

Blast that blazing alarm; he was awake already…. Commander Montross Wolf swung a wild arm out for the table beside his bunk and missed. He growled, a raspy gurgle bubbling in his throat behind clenched teeth.

"Quiet down…."

Did he really have to get up? Couldn't the ship run without him for five extra minutes? His crew was good, and he was stiff, all he wanted was to go back to sleep. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember getting any real, good sleep…. In fact, he didn't even remember going to sleep. Slowly, the commander cracked open his eyes.

He was met with the sight of smoke and twisted metal.

"Blinking frak!" It all came rushing back with nauseating swiftness. The patrol, the skirmish, the engine failure. Engine failure had a different alarm…. This one meant One glance behind him was all it took to tell him what this one meant. Bright orange flames licked the doorway from the room behind the cockpit.

"Ah, flak."

Wolf tried to scramble to his feet, but his restraints sent him smashing back into his seat. All of the air poured out of his lungs in a wheezing rush as he collapsed. He gasped wildly to try and recover, but what he took back in was thick with smoke. The commander coughed harshly as he fiddled with the restraints, tears starting to form in his eyes as he fought for breath and freedom.

"Come on you blazing– "

With a sharp click the lock released, and the Commander rolled out of his seat and bolted. Keeping low, he flung an arm over his mouth and nose and headed for the back of the cockpit. There was only one way out. It was already on fire. He didn't have time to argue. Wolf took two seconds to steady his nerves, rocking back and forth on his feet before he finally threw his tall, lanky frame, taking the already damaged door with him into the room behind

It was a hundred degrees warmer in here, and twenty times as bright. The commander blinked as the flames dazzled his eyes, muttering another curse into his arm. He swept his gaze over the room once in a vain search for anyone else, but it was too bright to make anything out.

A cabinet peeling away from the wall and smashing into a pile of sparks and embers was all the cue he needed. Time to go. Wolf turned to his left and launched his shoulder into the door. It rattled, but it didn't give.

"Come on you stupid–"

He threw himself against it again, and again, and then again. No use. He panted panicked and exhausted. He wasn't going to die here, and he wasn't getting to the cargo hold. It was him, or this door, he thought, backing himself up, and it damn well wasn't going to be him, so this door better get out of the karking way. With one last cry, Wolf launched himself off the ground and into the door.

The snow stung when it hit his face. Panting, Wolf raised his head and around the planet onto which they'd crashed. There was nothing to see but a snowy, flat waste. Wind whipped past him, carrying grainy powder with it that scratched at his already stinging eyes. Pushing himself up onto his elbows first, the commander managed to roll onto one side, and he turned back to the twisted remains of his ship.

She was a disaster. Her smooth, polished hull was a crumpled heap. Gashes, and dents had destroyed her once-elegant shape. Carbon marks scarred whatever still lied flat. He pushed himself to his feet slowly, stiffly, and stared at the flames slowly overtaking her from the engines.

What was he going to do? Where was her crew? Where was his crew?
Somehow he ended up on his knees. He hadn't mean to. It took him a few moments more to register exactly why he had. It hurt to breath. It hurt a lot to breath. Those restraints had probably saved his life. They also bruised his ribs. They probably wouldn't have if he'd put them on properly. Myn would never let him hear the end of it…. Of course, that assumed he actually saw her again….

He took a few moments more to take stock of the rest of his body. The feeling of thick liquid running down his right cheek clued him into the deep cut on his face, but that didn't worry him half as much as his other discovery. One boot felt tight, and something told him it wasn't the cold shrinking his shoes. He swallowed hard as he started to shiver in the chill.

What was he going to do?

He was cold and his chest felt tight. Grimacing, Uli opened his eyes and found himself staring up into a bright sky. He was confused because the last thing he remembered was being on a ship. A crashing ship, mind you, but he shouldn't be outside. But that was a question for later. First he needed to figure out if he was injured, because currently he felt numb. He opened and closed each eye individually, before wriggling his fingers and toes. Everything seemed to be working normally, except for his left arm. It was aching something fierce and he could barely move his fingers. Not able to see why, given he was lying on his back, he tensed his muscles and tried to sit up, but sudden pain from his abdomen and the pounding in his head forced him to stop. Determined to get to his feet, however, Uli rolled onto his right side and pushed himself to his feet using his knees and good arm. Now upright, he could see exactly what had happened to the ship his team had stolen.

A hundred meters in front of him lay the cockpit, which had sheared off from the main part of the ship during the crash. Looking in the direction of deep divots which scored the icy plain they had crashed on, he could see the rest of the ship about five hundred meters behind the cockpit, smoke gently rising from it's sides and back. It looked bad, but at least he figured this meant the ship had broken up pretty close to the ground, and that hopefully meant more survivors. Uli tried to remember exactly how he survived the crash, but the last thing he could was strapping himself into an empty seat in the cockpit once they realised that the ship had lost power and was going down. There was nothing after that.

He took a tentative step towards the cockpit, looking for signs of other survivors, boots sinking into ankle high snow. He let out a sigh when he saw nothing, and instead looked down at his left arm. He could see the problem now, an unsightly bulge half way down his forearm that distorted the shape of his jacket sleeve. He reckoned it was broken, and he had a sudden sickly feeling. He had nothing on him that could be used to make a temporary sling, and he wasn't going to sacrifice any of his insufficient clothing layers to do so. He looked back towards the cockpit and hoped that the medpack was still inside, and took a deep breath to ready himself for his next step. Before he started to walk back towards the cockpit, however, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning, being careful to not let the pounding in his head destabilize him, he was a dark shape silhouetted against the pale snow. He stared at it for a few moments before realising that it seemed to be wearing the same uniform as his rebel unit. "Hey!" he called out, voice faint and croaking. He swallowed and tried again. "Hey, you!" This time his voice seemed stronger, but he was slowing realising the the sharp ringing he had heard since he woke up wasn't an alarm, it was in his ears.

"Hey, you!"

Wolf whipped his head around to face the noise. He just thought he might have heard something, carried to him on the wind from he didn't know how far. Clutching his arms for warmth, he stumbled toward it. The commander squinted through the gloom, face scrunched up against the oncoming wind. Barely, dimly, in the distance, he could just make a dark form, vague and almost shapeless in the storm.

"Hey!" he called, but he knew almost as soon as he did that it was useless. Even he wasn't going to carry against this wind. He turned back to the burning wreck of his ship one last time, watching the cloud of amber steam rising steadily off her hull. Was it smarter to just stay here? At least there was warmth here… but if she blew, and she could, standing too close was a beastly plan… and she wouldn't last forever anyway. He'd be dead when she went out. He looked back out to the winking shadow in the distance. If they were decent, they'd survive better together. They could even be one of his men; he couldn't tell from here.

Wolf dragged in a breath. "Hey!" He waved his arms above his head. "Hey! Over here! Hey!"

The shape waved an arm at Uli, clearly saying 'Come here', before turning away and running off into the snow. Uli pushed himself to chase after it, ignoring how it felt like someone had used his body as a punching bag. As he ran it grew darker, and a slicing wind started to hit him from behind, blowing stinging snow against his bare head. "Wait up!" he called out, but the shape didn't slow down. It just seemed to drop out from view. The wind was harder now, the whipped up snow forming the beginning of a blizzard. It had become so difficult to see Uli nearly stumbled over a cliff, and had to fight to regain his balance. Looking out from where he was standing, he saw a dark shape lit up with orange flames. It looked familiar... Uli realised that it was probably the Imperial ship that had shot his ship down. At least it had gone down as well.

But why would a Rebel run off to an Imperial ship when he has his own crew to worry about? The thought set of alarm bells in his mind, but he pushed it away. They probably just saw something and ran towards it hoping they could use it to rescue us, he reasoned. Crouching down, he slid down the small cliff, hoping he was still following the mysterious figure. He wasn't about to left alone in a blizzard if he could help it. Down here the wind was even stronger, so sharp and cold it went through his clothes like they weren't there. He had to narrow his eyes and duck his head as he ran, trying to protect his face as much as possible. A faint sound seemed to ride on the wind, and Uli snapped his head up, looking around wildly. It sounded like a voice, even though he could not make out the words over the ringing in his ears. "Where are you?" he called out, starting to shiver violently. He hoped it was from the cold and not shock. Stumbling through the deepening snow he saw someone waving their arms above their head. "I'm here," he called out to them, "Keep walking!"

Wolf stumbled forward against the wind as the shadowy figure grew closer, more distinct in spite of the worsening onslaught. The commander tried to grit his teeth in a futile attempt to keep them from chattering, but he could feel the twitching in his jaw all the same. he tried to distract himself from it. He had to. He let his mind wander to try and push past it. He wondered briefly whether the growing darkness was because of the forming blizzard or if night was starting to fall. How long had he been out? How long had it taken the fire to spread through his ship?

"I'm here! Keep walking!"

Wolf paused and blinked as the voice carried to him, this time more clear, this time sounding like real, Basic words.

"I'm coming!" he called back. "Slowly…" he muttered to himself.

'Just keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep breathing….'

Wolf repeated those words in his head as he plodded through the rising snow, keeping his eyes fixed on the slowly forming shape before him. As he drew within perhaps a hundred feet, a feature became clear that was not, necessarily, the best sign.

This man had horns.

"Ah flak," he muttered. "Rebel… Let's hope he's a decent sort…" With a push, the commander closed the last few feet between them. "Oi! How fares your ship?" he cried, shouting over the wind. "We're gonna need to get out of this storm!"

Higher commands would have his head, but command be damned if he died in a blizzard when a willing Rebel had shelter to spare.

Uli felt his breath catch in his throat as the unknown man appeared through the snow. An Imperial. Great. His right hand automatically reached to where he usually had his blaster holstered, but he wasn't surprised to feel nothing there. He couldn't even remember if he had his blaster on him when the ship went down. At least the Imp appeared worst for wear, with a large gash on his head, and didn't seem to be armed.

"Oi! How fares your ship? We're gonna need to get out of this storm!"

The question surprised Uli for a moment, before it clicked. The Imp was looking for shelter, and was hoping he could help. Well, it's not like he was cruel enough to condemn a man to freezing in the snow, even if he worked for the Empire. Plus, if he and the Imperial stayed together long enough for the Rebels to pick them up, maybe he could be a source of intel. At least with another person the chances of survival hopefully increased.

"It's not on fire," Uli said with a slightly wry smile. "It tore itself in half during the crash though. But it should be able to shelter us for a bit." He let out a shaky breath, then looked behind him. With all the flying snow it was almost impossible for him to see where he came from, but he thought he could see the small cliff he had slid down. "We should get going now, before we freeze to death. Follow me," he ordered Wolf before turning and trudging off towards it, head bent against the wind.

To try and get his mind off the biting cold, he called over his shoulder to Wolf, "Have you seen anyone else around? I thought I saw someone before, but they disappeared into the blizzard."