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Thread: Dissapearing Celebrities (Cerberus and Alessa)

Tyra and Beyonce were pulled out from their cages and roughly had thick collars fastened around their neck. They cried out in outrage at this, struggling to free their hands and take the collars off. Meanwhile, Abel wrapped his odd tail around himself and smiled, making them look away, sobbing. They were then taken roughly to a car, with Beyonce tied down on the floor of the car, her butt forced to rise far into the air as Tyra was placed on his lap, her hose sliding against him as he asks her how she would please her Master. Master! I don't have a Master, damnit! I won't please anyone I don't want! A shock ran through their body and the squealed out in surprise, being told that they should answer if they didn't want to be punished. He licked his lips evilly, and Tyra shivered at the sight, almost glad Beyonce couldn't see it. His hands slid over her firm breasts, rubnbing them and squeezing as she squirmed in his lap, trying to find a way to get free. Beyonce made muffled sounds as she struggled to get off the floor. He said they would prove a fun challenege, but it would have to wait while they were trained. Trained?? Trained for what, they both wondered, their eyes meeting and fear shining in their eyes. Emma and Miley had been chained in another pair of pens and had gone through similar experiences, fear and anger surging through their treatment and how helpless they were - so different from their carefree life just a few hours before. Bracers were placed on their wrists, binding them and limiting their movement, as someone introduced himself as Pyrodock, and that they could call him Master. Miley couldn't help it, and snickered at the idea of calling someone Master. It just seemed so silly. Emma tried to get her to stop, fear clear in her expression, but Miley kept smirking and snickering.
Thread: Dissapearing Celebrities (Cerberus and Alessa)

Abel looked at Tyra and held onto her and grinned. oh You'll do fine my pet you'll do fine. He grinned and licked his lips watching as she kept squirming on his lap to try and keep him interested and happy through the ride back. Once they were there Abel pulled Tyra out while his bodyguards grabbed Beyonc and looked at Abel. Abel just nodded watching them. This fine one Will stay with me. As he pulled Tyra close to him, his tail sneaking up her dress. She will be with me while the other one. have her put in my private pens that I had furnished for the time being until after the party. The guards nodded and grabbed Beyonc and dragged her to another room. Her ropes were traded for bracers that with a touch would lock her hands together and her feet. She was allowed free roam in the room which was actually quite well to do, a large sized bed, bathroom, closest and dresser and everything she would need. yet when she tried to leave the room the bracers would keep her from leaving, almost like those invisible fences they use to keep pets in. Pyro watched Miley and Emma leading them away from the pens and to what seemed to be a nice flat and ushered them in. The bracers hummed and glowed white before returning to gold. Think of this as your house, able to go where you want..but you wont leave unless I let you.. Learn this..as long as you do as told I wont have to punish you. but should one of you act up, the other will be punished..I like to think of myself as caring and I can be kind, you will be fed, clothed, sleep in a bed but will also do as told..there are others out there who are not as kind.
Thread: Dissapearing Celebrities (Cerberus and Alessa)

Tyra wasn't squirming to please him but to escape, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he just licked his lips and seemed to enjoy it as she struggled during the trip. Finally, the car stopped and the two women were tugged out of the car. Abel claimed Tyra, his weird tail stroking her thighs under her dress, teasing her skin. He directed the guards to take Beyonce to a private pen until after the party, whatever that meant. Beyonce was taken into her room and bracers were placed on her but she wasn't actually bound anymore and could move around. As soon as the guards left, she began to explore the room, looking for a way out. There was a lot of different, wonderful furniture but she didn't care about that. She had to get out! Surely there were people looking for her! If she could just find a way to get word out! She moved to the door, however, but she couldn't walk through it.. the bracers held her back. Cursing, she tried and tried again, always failing! Meanwhile, Emma and Miley were led out by Pyro, the bracers on their writers glowing a moment as they moved into what looked like an apartment. They were told they could do and go where they want, but they couldn't leave and had to do what they were told - that if one of them messed up, the other would be punished. Emma and Miley shared a terrified glance with each other - what had seemed ridiculous had suddenly become much more real.
Thread: Dissapearing Celebrities (Cerberus and Alessa)

Abel looked at Tyra and licked his lips looking her over before thinking about what to do with her. Tell me my pet, what are you deepest and darkest fantasies and fetishes. So that I know how to reward you for obeying your master. He was using every bit of control to not jump up and pin Tyra down to the floor and have her right there. He watched and waited to see if Tyra would obey him or not, and as he was dealing with her the Bracers on Beyonc's wrist would of glowed before having the bobby pin break. After that it would of sent a small shock into miss Knowles, but the shock wouldnt of hurt but actually pleasured her. Pyro looked at the two girls and just shook his head as they seemed to want to be defiant. I really didn't want it to come to this but fine.. He sighed watching the girls before sending the shocks through their bodies, giving them pain and pleasure mixed together. He knew he'd be able to break them. He let the shocks carry on for a while until he stopped and looked at them. It grows late at the night..Your room is down the hall and to the right. You may sleep if you want.
Thread: Character Creation and Sheet

Being a Mercenary in Spectre's employ is a complicated thing, in many ways. Your character has all the freedom they could ever want, so long as they continue to work and continue to do what they do best. However, unknown to most of the mercenaries working for Spectre, if not ALL of them, they are there to continue the constant cycle of conflict. Every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction at some point. This is due in no small part to Spectre's constant manipulation of events, Eastern Europe is held in terror due to Vonistan's extensive terrorism industry that is all generated by one person. That is the background for people hired by Spectre, you maintain the status quo because Spectre keeps tabs and alters things to serve the purpose. For a Mercenary, a winwin situation..although an unknown one. Yet again, there are rules..some that are taken from the interest thread. Post your sheet here, any questions? Shoot me a PM for cleanliness of the thread. 1. Have your age match the experience of the character That's all I ask, I'll give some wiggle room..but mostly let's keep it a bit real, people. 2. Action doesn't always mean 'direct combat' You're more than happy to make a hacker character, a technician, a medic. It is assumed that they would at least be reasonably competent in firearms usage unless stated otherwise. Call me an ass if I start seeing a lot of hackers who are expert shots, but I'll be putting an end to that. You want some super awesome shot, be an ex-solider or something. 3. Being a Merc doesn't mean you can't be a good guy It just means that you're using your talents to make money, in a field that is typically known for it's gray view of things. You get hired for security, you usually leave your opinions at the door like any other job. Just remember, every action will generally have an equal reaction. -- Below is a character sheet, due to the more independent nature of this compared to the previous one. Instead of position, you'll have a primary, secondary and tertiary skill. Basically, these are the skills that your character has been trained to do, or has very extensive knowledge in doing so. This does not mean your character cannot do something like field medicine, it merely means that a character with medicfirst aidfield medicine as a primary or even tertiary skill will be better at it than you. This is not about having the best character, this is about making a character you want and using your strengths and weaknesses to get a job done, maybe with someone else, or even a group. Character Information Name- Age- Height- Weight- Hair Color- Eye Color- Physical Appearance Background Prior experience to mercenary status- Skills- Primary- Secondary- Tertiary- Biography-
Thread: Character Creation and Sheet

Character Information Name- Johnathan Margrave Age- 34 Height-6'1 Weight-172 Hair Color-Black Eye Color-Blue Physical Appearance-Tall and lanky, John looks less imposing than you'd think. He has the physical conditioning of an athlete who is trying to quit smoking. His wife forced him to do it Background Prior experience to mercenary status- John has no military experience to speak of on a official scale, but he spent much of his youth in the lands of Africa as a gun runner, and took part in many conflicts before he was hired on by Spectre. Skills- Primary-Munitions and resource gathering, gun running, etcera. Secondary-Firearm maintenance and usage. Tertiary-Bootlegging, pirating..etcera. Biography- Growing up to a wealthy set of parents in the south african lands, Johnathan Margrave's parents were killed during the Apartheid and sent him on a downward spiral into the dark underbelly of Africa. Having no where to go and his inheritance taken from him by his uncle and aunt. His father was an accomplished big game hunter and passed the knowledge onto his son. Who used it to hire himself out for whoever would pay him, that soon turned into a more lucrative business of being a courier to a local gun runner. At the age of 18, John Margrave had ran himself up the coast to Sierra Leone where he set up shop as a gun runner for the many forces vying for blood diamonds. It was here that John made the most friends and enemies as he grew up, amassing a small fortune before he became high in demand worldwide, supplying arms to Chechen rebels during the drawn out Chechnya war and found himself eventually in the employ of Spectre, fueling the arms supply to every faction that needs it.
Thread: Character Creation and Sheet

looks fun. Name-Seargent Jacob Knight Age-26 Height-6'4 Weight-235 Hair Color-dark brown Eye Color-dark green Physical Appearance-rather thin, muscular but not in a body builder way. Several scars across his torso. Hair shaved into a US Army Buzz Cut, slightly pale skin. Background Prior experience to mercenary status-US Army Rangers, Cookeville PD SWAT Team Tennessee, Blackwater Skills- Primary-Closed Quarters Rifle Fighting Secondary-Wilderness Survival Tertiary-Sniping Biography- Jacob comes from a middle class family in Tennessee, USA. As a child, he greatly enjoyed shooting and joined the Cookeville Police Department at a young age. He was promoted to the SWAT Team fairly quickly and after performing numerous succesful missions for the department, he joined the US Army Rangers. While with the Rangers, he did a tour of duty in Afghanistan which ended with his HMMWV Humvee rolling over after being hit by an insurgent rocket propelled grenade. Jacob managed to repel Insurgent forces until rescue arrived but was seriously injured doing so. After leaving the Rangers, he became a mercanery, briefly working for Blackwater before he was employed by Spectre.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... After the seige of Darth Malak's star forge, the Sith armada was repelled and forced to rally under the wing of Darth Revan. Weakened, but vengeful, the Sith armies are bolstering their defenses and are preparing a counter-strike on the Republic. A Jedi informant turned Sith has been reported fleeing from the Expansion Region to the mid rim, undoubtably attempting to take refuge in the Outer Rim Sith Territory. A small detachment of Jedi and republic troopers have been despactched to the last known location of the informant in hopes to capture and interrogate him before he reaches the poiunt of no return. The team of master and apprentice have made planet fall on Trandosha, home to the warlike replians known as Trandoshians. But far darker things lurk in the slums of Dosha than just the theives and scum of this world.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh Frae wasn't a very a tall woman, only two inches above five feet, her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a simple braid that was twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. She wore the typical apprentice Jedi robes. Currently she was now walking along side her master, she looked around, keeping a sharp eye out for possible trouble, You didn't give me much to go on, Master, she said to him, Who or what are we looking for? she asked as she cast a green eyed glance to him before looking around again.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Master Drago Geiger walked with his usual sombre attitude as he exited the boarding ramp from the Star Ship the Golden Contact . He was a tall, but lithe man. His head was topped with shoulder length, jet-black hair, slicked back and braided. His pale face was clean shaven and soft, much like the rest of his body. He looked down at his anxious padiwan with his black, slanted eyes, his mind swarming internal feelings of pity and sympathy. He remembered a time when he too would feel the stressful ebb and flow of the force never knowing when somehting was amiss or he was simply in an unfamiliar setting. Being born in the outer rim he understands the shift in comfortable settings that a jedi will encounter during their interstellar travels. Something as simple as increased pressure or lower gravity between world to world will greatly effect a young Jedi's unhoned skills. But thats Drago's duty, to instruct the child under his wing until she too is ready to be knighted. He blinked once, the impact of such intimidating eyes made it hard for even his padiwan to look at him. We are looking for a Mandilorian, my student he began, his voice pious yet smooth. His name is Casmiro Kaspar. He is a weedy, spineless little rodent, but he is well connected. Undoubtably he's paid all who he's encountered here to keep their mouths shut. He allowed a smile to breach his solem expression The thing you must learn about Trandoshans, Yareh, is that they will do just about anything for a price. Even break a promise they were paid to keep.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

She gave Master Drago a small smile in return, I will keep that in mind, Master, she told him softly to his warning of the Trandoshans. They continued walking together, as she tried to keep an eye out for the Mandilorian, Casmiro. She attempted to keep the calm, serious demeanor she'd been taught, and that Drago encouraged. It was a bit hard though, this was the first time she'd been taken on a mission, the first time she'd been out of the Jedi school building. Needless to say, the ebb and flow of the force felt more than strange, it felt disconcerting, and she'd been trying to become accustomed to it, it wasn't exactly happening quick enough for her liking, but patience. She needed to remain patient.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

OOC Sorry for the redonculous wait. Work takes priority Drago looked down at his apprentice with a frown, seeing that his words meant little to the young Jedi. He opened his mouth to speak when a large Republic Trooper, clad in the armor of a captain approached him. Ah, Captain Eglasius, I assume all is well aboard the Contact . Yessir. Replied the stern and dicsiplined soldier, his blue eyes darting around in suspicion Two of my men are staying aboard with the droids to assure everything stays intact here. The rest of the unit and I are awaiting your orders. His eyes fell on the beautiful young girl by Drago's side. He gave her a seducing smile, but his smile faded when he met Drago's eyes. A grim expresssion unlike any other than an Outer Rim Born could make was strewn across his pale face. I want you to make your way to the entertainment district here, my apprentice and I will investigate the Hab block and the Market. spoke the somber jedi. Yessir. saluted the Trooper marching off with sudden respect in his stride to meet his men.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh arched her brow when the Trooper, in her view, practically leered at her, and was deeply grateful that Drago gave him the glare he did. When the Trooper left, she looked up at her Master, I don't suppose you can teach me that glare sometime, Master? she asked wryly as she slid her hands into her the opposite sleeves, effectively folding her arms across her abdomen, but loosely. Then she tilted her head to the side, So back to the Trandoshans, why is it they feel the need to betray each other or their employers? It can't just simply be greed, could it? she asked him.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

He looked back to his padiwan before pulling his hood over his head, making the upper half of his face scarce. The only thing seen from under the shadow of his hood was the gleam of light on his all black, slanted eyes. That glare, my padiwan he said with a bright smile Is one talent I cannot teach. He walked on, sensing his student close in toe. They worked their way to the market place and Dragos lectured endlessly. The Trandoshans are greedy, yes, but they also have been at war with themselves for far longer than most races of their advancement. He began They have been genetically trained over generations to fight for survival even when such betrayals are unnessecary. As they walked into the market of diverse population, Yareh heard the familiar sound of a wookie amungst the crowd, one who was crying out in pain. Dragos seemed to not notice, or care perhaps.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh's attention went straight to the sound. Her head swiveled about upon her shoulders in the direction she heard it from, Master.. Someone's in trouble, she told him, then felt silly that she said such a thing, obviously, with the sounds of the pain filled cries, someone was in trouble. Without another thought, she started in the direction she was hearing the Wookie. Within seconds she was there, she remained at the outskirts of the crowd so she could survey the situation, find who was hurting the Wookie, and how many there were, so she could figure out how to disengage.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yerah? Spoke Drago, sensing her pressence vanish. But the young one was too quick, she had already escaped into the crowd and was too distracted to hear him shout YERAH! Several Trandoshans surrounded a wookie, beaten, bloody, and wrapped in chains. The massive beast fought back with all its might, throwing its captors around the opening. People walked by the situation like it was nothing, it was not uncommon for Wookies to be taken and sold as slaves on Trandosha. But this one its fur coated in dirt and caked with dried blood, its fur was patchy and its skin scarred. His eyes told a tale of heart break and sorrow. Silence you abomination shouted the only Trandoshan not engaged in the confrontation. He charged at him and stuck a tazer stick into its neck and it fell to the ground with throes of pain. The bruised captors kicked the wookie while it lay there, its eyes met Yerahs in the crowd, though she did not speak wookie, its eyes spoke a universal language Help me
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh's green eyes widened as she saw the horror before her. The Wookie's eyes pleaded with her to do something, but she wasn't exactly sure just what she could do. She knew she and Drago were here on a mission, and she didn't think he'd want her to use the Force and announce to everyone that there were Jedi in the vicinity. She took a step forward anyway and looked blankly at the ones hurting the poor Wookie, What is it you are doing to him, she demanded of them, using a flat voice.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

None of your concern, spat the lizard in charge, his one eyes blood red while the other was covered by a eye patch the hid the most grusome parts of his wicked scar. Leave 'ere now 'uman, or we'll be forced to take... drastic actions. He gave her a gnarled, sickly smile. His breath stank of carrion and his soul stank of malice. Drago strided swiftly accross the market, weaving inbetween the mass of multi-cultural bodies. He used his enhanced hearing to drown the empty noise around him and pin point the pressence of his unnruly apprentice. His brow arched up as he heard a familiar female voice speaking poor Doshan. Found you, he thought.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh glared blankly at the lizard who spoke to her and she shook her head slowly, I'm afraid I cannot leave, and you can try to take... drastic actions, she said as she readied herself for a fight, the Wookie needed her help, she couldn't just leave now, even though she was inwardly becoming afraid for her own life, on the outside, she actually appeared to be very calm, very collected, and she was actually starting to appear lethal, even though it appeared she had no weapons on her.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

The other Trandoshans looked up at Yerah viewing her as both brazen and stupid. They stood in silence and waited to see what the petite girl would do next. The Trandoshan captain looked back at his crew and snarled. Wot're you lookin' at?!? he hissed. He then turned to Yerah, his scaly snot inches from her face. Imma 'iv you one more chance to leave or I'll personally stab dis shok-maul through your skull. The manlizard's eye glowed with malice and rage. Striking fear, unnoticeably into Yerah.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

Yareh reacted almost instantly, normally, she would have placed the heel of her hand into his nose, unfortunately, the only real weak spot she could take advantage of on the Trandoshan was his eyes, the entire species' eyes were incredibly sensitive after all. With that in mind, she pulled a small knife from her belt and flashed it in the sunlight, quickly aiming the reflection in the Trandoshan's eyes, if it worked, she would then pick her left foot up quickly and slam it down onto his knee before jumping into a spin and kick her right foot out and hope it would land on the back of his head.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

The Trandoshan captain's pupil shrank and he clapsed his only working eye, thick salty tears streaming from it. DAMN YOU! he screamed KILL HER! Withlittle to no hestiation the barbaric Trandoshans quickly, drew their guns and aimed them at Yerah.
Thread: Spanner in the Works (SW RP [Mr. Nibbles x BeauteousDeath])

It seemed she had no choice now, it was to use the Force, or die for no apparent reason, she breathed in deep held her hands out and feeling the Force around her and in her she quickly imagined several hands coming from her own two, invisible to others but herself, and grab the Trandoshans' weapons, yanking them all out of their hands, she did this with an inward twist of her wrists, then she dropped the guns at her own feet and held her palms out to them again, this time immobilizing them. Now she just wondered what the hell she was going to do now?