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ToryD

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Sagas


THE LOST TALES


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Taking place in 160 ABY, the story will focus on ending The Sith Wars, a civil war fought between Sith of opposing sides. The residents of the Galactic Republic, the Jedi Order and all life in the Galaxy is at risk because of this increasingly violent conflict. Your role is one of freedom. Choose to fill any shoes you please in this very large Galaxy. You will interact, grow and expand your own personal saga with everyone involved, all while moving the plot forward toward it's epic culmination.

An organization of radical Sith warriors that was established by Darth Krayt. This group consists of many Sith under one leader, The Dark Lord of the Sith. This leader commands and the acolytes obey. Those who display the most power and loyalty are awarded the title "Darth" and given a place of honor among the group. This group is mainly located on the Sith homeworld of Korriban.





Brought back to life by Darth Wredd, the Rule of Two is firmly rooted in the Old Ways of the Sith. One master, one apprentice. One to wield the power and one to crave it. Those who split from The One Sith found their place among those here, as some sought power while others that already had the power didn't wish to obey one leader. Both master and apprentice have the "Darth" title. While fewer in number than The One Sith, those practicing the Rule of Two are often better trained because of their one on one style.





Reinstated by loyal individuals to the Light side of The Force, The Jedi Order is headed by the esteemed Jedi Council, a group of masters hand picked for the sole duty of guiding this group of stalwart warriors. The Jedi have reclaimed the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and train there primarily. A master will train a knight. A knight will train an apprentice. And the padawans will eagerly await their turn to be chosen for training.





With so many groups scattered about this vast Galaxy, listing them all would be a very daunting task. But as this is an RP based on choice, all organizations that are around as of 138 ABY are okay for use in Sagas. For reference on these organizations, please consult www.starwars.wikia.com


The Episode Formula


Star Wars Sagas is going to differ itself from other similar RP's by having what is called "The Episode Formula." This particular style of writing will allow each character that signs up a chance to steal the spotlight.


This is done by giving one character the chance to shine with their own personal mission. This mission can be used to learn a new skill, acquire knowledge or to better understand the character as a whole. During this mission, the character it revolves around will be the "lead" while the rest of the writers will aid in the completion of their story. Once the story is completed, someone else will take on the spotlight, continuing around and around until everyone gets a turn.


The catch, however, is that the mission must move the main plot forward in some small way. That is where you will meet your challenge. Not only by constructing a great mission for everyone to enjoy, but to help benefit the story in a way that makes sense.


While the creative freedom is in your hands, the OOC forum will be a great place to discuss possible plot advancements. Or, if you're not comfortable with a public debate, feel free to PM me.


The Galaxy Room


While the main structure is that of missions, plot movements and character growth, there will also be room for those who simply would like to RP without the constraints of being on a specific mission. This "Galaxy Room" will give players the ability to RP freely outside the main plot. Though, we still ask that any stories created here still make sense for the greater story at hand. Don't go blowing up Naboo, because we may need it later on.


Star Wars Encyclopedia


Given that this is a very large franchise, it's hard to really maintain every tidbit of information on one little forum. So, to help unravel the complication, I ask that everyone please refer to the Star Wars wikia. Wookieepedia, as it's more affectionately referred to, is a wealth of knowledge for anyone seeking information on the Galaxy and everything in it. It will be our bible for this RP, so to speak. Everyone should at least glance at it if they haven't before.

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General Rules


1.) No Godmodding


2.) No Young Masters


3.) No Controlling Another Player's Character Without Permission


4.) No Autohitting In Fights


5.) Do Not Kill Characters Without Permission


6.) Know Your Situation.


Example: Say you're an Imperial Agent on Coruscant, you're not going to wear your Imperial uniform, or start questioning the Republic's ways, you're going to keep your cover. Or you're a Smuggler on a planet with a bounty on your head, you're not going to start boasting about how skilled you are. If you're a bounty hunter on a militarized world, you won't punch a Senator in the gut because you don't like him, or you'll get in trouble. Consequences. Be aware of them.


7.) Please Use Good Grammar


8.) Use The OOC Section For OOC Chat


9.) Do not interact with any known, established or famous characters. Yeah, it might be nice to arm-wrestle Darth Bane or sit down and have tea with Yoda… but… simply… don’t do it! Who is to say how Darth Vader or Luke or Han Solo would react to the events in your story? Certainly not you! These characters, especially those from the films and TV series, are very dear to us and we know them very well. Interacting with these characters should, simply, be avoided at all cost.


10.) Speak like a Wookiee. Be mindful of the races of Star Wars. Although there was a Wookiee (or two, maybe, if I remember correctly) that spoke Republic Basic in the KOTOR games, we’ve yet to hear any Wookiees speak anything but Shiriiwook…or maybe Thykarann or Xacik in the films or the TV series. Granted, Wookiees could understand Basic and non-wookies could understand one of the Wookiee languages, but it’s not acceptable for a Wookiee to go about blabbing in Basic. The point to make here extends to being mindful of the mannerisms of the various races of Star Wars as well as their interactions and politics and religions. Know the race you’re writing for.


11.) Be patient with your fellow writers (and the public should be patient with a story). Many people on this forum have real lives with real jobs and families. It takes some people longer to respond or to take their turn at writing. Most people are here to have fun. Those “other” people should be ignored….or run through with a red-bladed lightsaber!


12.) Finally, while patience must be practiced, don't go suddenly inactive without any notification. If you must leave us for a time, let us know so we can work your character(s) out of the story for a while so the others can continue.


13.) Because "The 12 Rules" just seems odd. Have fun.





Episode I


Enter: Crow




The crowd roared, the sound of a thousand voices echoing down the hall, through the corridors and into the dressing room that belonged to a young man. He was tall, his fair skin glistening with sweat. His long, brown hair tied back in a tight ponytail. A look of determination splashed across his face. He finished wrapping the bandages around his wrists, then slid into his shockboxing gloves, stretching his fingers and feeling them out. With everything ready to go, he turned and made his way to the source of the sound.


Bursting through a large curtain, the young man was greeted with cheers, the stands filled to capacity in what was Coruscant's largest underground arena: The Pit. He looked out over the sea of faces, drinking in the moment, then made his way down the ramp, into the ring. An announcer in the center of the ring yelled out to the crowd. "Making his way down the ramp, give it up for CROW!" He climbed up into the ring, nodded at the referee, the announcer, then turned back towards the curtain, jumping in place as he waited.


"And his opponent.. RANCOR!" A gargantuan Herglic emerged from the curtain, much to the crowd's delight. The sheer size of this creature was enough to turn heads. Bulging muscles, standing a whole head taller than Crow and looking as angry as a Hutt that just lost a bet, this creature was clearly ready for a fight. As it entered the ring, it looked down at Crow, and Crow looked up at it. "Fight!"


The bell sounded, the crowd cheered and the Herglic swung a large fist. Crow narrowly dodged the blow and the one that immediately followed. The Herglic was not deterred at all, however, continuing it's sloppy barrage of electrified punches with Crow sidestepping each one, dancing around the ring like a rabbit running from a wolf.
 
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Davin had been spending a pleasant evening at the Pit, as usual. He was starting to run low on credits, but he would occasionally pick a winner and have another couple rounds of drinks. As he started to run low he called a pretty Twi'lek waitress over and ordered another, leaning forward a bit when the next fight started. He had seen the Rancor fight before, and he was a tough bastard at the best of times. This 'Crow' kid was going to have his work cut out for him.


When the waitress returned with his drink he pulled out a few credits and slipped them into her palm. "Put me down for Crow. I like betting on the underdogs." he said with a fleeting smirk, watching the Twi'lek nod with a smile and saunter away. He had to pull his attention from her shapely form and turn to watch the fight, scratching at his beard in thought.
 
The Herglic was growing more sluggish with each failed blow, meanwhile, Crow continued to move quickly and smoothly, showing no signs of fatigue, searching carefully for the first opening that the creature would present to him. As a right punch came, then a left, then a right, the Herglic slowed momentarily allowing Crow to seize the opportunity, reaching out and striking the creature square in the jaw, the sparks from the shockboxing gloves sending electrical impulses all throughout the Herglic, instigating it even more. It composed itself and picked up momentum, feeding off the temporary energy given to it from it's own frustration.


Crow wasn't so easily thrown off his game, though, and his swaying effortlessly continued, not even breaking so much as a sweat.
 
Davin watched the fight with interest, sipping at his drink. He smirked a bit, watching the kid duck and weave like a pro. It was interesting to watch him so easily dodge the Herglic's blows. As he watched the fight, turning to ogle some of the girls occasionally, he was struck with a bright idea. He took his drink and made his way through the crowd, down to the quieter, lower levels where the fighters would normally congregate. He stood in the doorway and watched the fight, waiting for Crow to be done beating the Herglic senseless.
 
It wasn't long before the panting Herglic lost all momentum, stumbling forward and right into Crow's left hook. With another left hook, a right jab and a swift uppercut, the Herglic fell to the floor, out cold and shaking violently from the voltage that ravaged his body. The crowd roared as the bell was sounded and Crow's hand was raised into the air by the referee. "Another win by K.O. for Crow!" The announcer shouted. Not one to sit and bask in the crowd's praise, he exited the ring, heading back up towards the dressing rooms. Brushing past the curtain, he entered the lobby and bumped into a bearded man. He brushed past him, nodding. "Sorry." He uttered quietly.
 
Davin smirked a bit. He was glad he placed a bet on Crow. As the shockboxer brushed past him he smiled, shaking his head. "Not at all, friend. Good fight out there." he said, moving over to him. "Say... I've got a little proposition for you." he said, eyeing the fighter for a moment.


"What would you say to an easy 500 credits?" he asked, grinning a bit. "You're a good fighter, but I know that none of you make an awful lot of money."
 
The idea of an extra 500 credits enticed him, that much was undeniable. He'd be needing all the money he could get if he planned on continuing his stay on Coruscant to unearth his past. But the underground scene was shady. And the people... even more so. Crow turned, facing the man, raising an eyebrow, collectively assessing anything he could that would give him insight into this person and who he may have been. For the sake of keeping him talking, Crow responded, "What'd you have in mind?"
 
Vanis followed Linea as she parted the dense, uproarious crowd of the Pit. The normally lucid interconnections of the Force seemed muddled here, chaotic. And even further discomforting, it seemed like an ironic place for people like them. Even among the vast assortment of the crowd the two seemed out of place. It was evident in how they walked, how they talked, how they dressed. The Luka Sene mentors were ambiguous in the regards of telling them why they were sent there, only elaborating that there was something there that they had to witness. Naturally, the first place to search was at the center of events: The arena.


"There is a pair of seats open over here," Linea shouted back over the ocean of sound. Treading through the sea of people, they sat down on rusted metal stools flanking a broad stretch of glass that peered down over the arena. One of the fights seemed to have just concluded. A human and a herglic. Though, something seemed strange about the human, who was now exiting triumphantly. The Force flowed strangely around him. It was drawn to him in a curious way, slithering around him like snakes that refused to bite. It was attracted to him, but repelled by him in an almost paradoxical manner.


"We need to talk to him," Vanis finally said after a moment of silence between the two that was filled with the frivolous chatter of others. Linea nodded in agreement only chime in, "If we're both thinking of the boxer, then you may want to rethink your strategy. I doubt there's a way to get down there without drawing too much attention." Vanis simply sighed and muttered an inaudible "Right," far beneath the depths of all the noise. "Here, we can wait near the exit. I'm sure he'll come by eventually."


"I hope you have a plan after that," Linea commented as she lifted herself from her chair, if it could be called such a thing. "Working on it," Vanis replied as they traveled into the crowd, submerging themselves in the depths of the place.
 
Davin just shrugged, smirking a bit. "All you have to do is throw your next fight, somewhere towards the end. Just make it look natural." he said, leaning against the wall. "Hell, I'll buy your next couple rounds of drinks to ease the pain of the beating." he joked, chuckling a bit. "What do you say? You seem like an upright fellow, so if your pride is worth more than my credits, I understand. But, if you're interested, I'm more than happy to pay you for a job well done."
 
"Throw a fight?" He thought, "What's this guy's angle?" Crow shifted, folding his arms and tensing ever so slightly, trusting this man less and less with each passing moment. "I don't think so. These fights are guaranteed income. You aren't. No hard feelings, but it's the nature of the beast. You seem like an "upright" fellow, so, I'm sure you can understand." He replied, eyes narrowing towards the man. A feeling was creeping into the back of his mind though, like an etching making it's first indentations into the surface. He couldn't place the source, but the feeling was telling him to not walk away just yet. It told him to stay a moment longer.
 
Davin sighed a bit, scratching at his beard for a moment. "Alright, I understand. Well, if you're so sure..." he said, reaching into a hidden pocket on his sleeve, flashing a stack of credits for a moment. "Then I won't try to argue it. Just lemme know if you change your mind." he said with a tiny smirk on his face. He knew the lure of cold, hard credits, and now that this shockboxer knew that Davin was good to his word, he hoped the man would change his tune.


"The name's Davin, by the way."
 
Vanis and Linea exited the maw of the massive coliseum, stemming off the stream of people to stand flanking the broad metallic archway. The crowd steadily inched along, cacophonous with winding-down excitement accentuated by delinquency. Their was a certain uncomfortable business about everything, like the rapid, buzzing roar of a bee hive, yet among all of the swarming madness Vanis was left standing, waiting. He would simply have to keep waiting until the man passed them by, as there wasn't much other of a choice. It was inherently clear that he would have to be careful.
 

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