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Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

Of course, I need the support of my constutuents. Need to know they support joining with the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It didn't take any particular acting skill for Quentin to appear shocked. The Senator's words, after all, were borderline treason. That's, that's a, a bold statement, Senator, he temporized. But, isn't too bold? As long as the seperatist force is small, the Republic will seek to enslave us through force, Coralis replied, falling into the rhythms of a prepared speech. But, if enough of us left the Republic, war would be unthinkable. Nodding along, Quentin sipped at his drink. So. Succession, then, to firce peace? The Senator nodded. Make the war too costly to continue, and the Republic will come to the table, and grant our demands. That... there is a certain logic to the idea. It still wasn't hard to act shocked, as he tried to decide how to respond. Thecnically, he could act now. Arrest the man for treason, or... The Senator turned, smiling a smug smile. Would you be interested in meeting Count Dooku, Westin? I could arrange a meeting. His eyes went wide. My dear sir! he gasped. I... that is, I mean, yes! I should like that very much indeed! Scripted to appear spontaneous, repeated one if the guests, savoring the words as he clearly stared at her breasts. He was a tall, sticky man, a wall of fat-padded muscle with thinning hair. How remarkable. So you enjoyed the shoot?
Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

Quentin curled his arm around Kaydia, stroking her hip as uf his mere touch could soothe the roiling dark thoughts in her mind. The Senator is extremely well placed, he murmured. He even suggested that he might be able to arrange for me to meet with Count Dooku himself! Can you imagine what an opportunity that would be? Glancing around the room, taking note of the hunger in the eyes that lingered on his wife, he shivered. No wonder she was feeling out of balance. I almost hate to bring this up, he added, still speaking in a low whisper, but he wants you to put on a private show, implying that there would be political benefits to indulging him. His eyes flicked around the room as they found seats, and he took a glass of sparkling wine from a passing droid. I,m hesitant, in thiscrowd. But it wouldn't be the first time we've had an audience. Well, if everyone is quite comfortable, Senator Coralis asked, why don't we start the show? He gestured, and the lights dimmed. A special presentation, in honor of our guest. Quentin settled back, using his arm to mold Kaydia possessively to him as the holovid flickered in. Let them watch, he thought smugly. She's mine, unless we're sharing... But the thought trailed away as the image resolved, displaying a scene he'd never watched. He knew it, from her descriotions and nightmaresm but he'd never seen it. He'd never wanted to. Chains jerked the holographic Kaydia into the air. Then a man stepped into the frame, long blonde hair caught into a pony tail, a grey military greatcoat over a silk shirt and black slacks. Welcome aboard, m'lady. Quentin Hall, rogue Jedi. The Jedi Council offered a hundred thousand dactares for infirmation leading to his capture. A tidy profit. And you're nit bad either - I might get as much as three hundred thousand from Black Sun for you. It took a minute for Quentin to react, a shicked minute in which the pirate ripped her clothes from her bidy and in which she tried to turn the tables. Such a magnificent display, breathed one of the watchers. You could believe it was real. It was, Quentin thought, trembling with rage. Suddenly, he was on his feet. Stop this! Now! My dear... Coralis began. Quentin fixed him with his gaze, pinning him in place as the Force surged through him. Turn it off. Now. His hands balled into fists as the Senator,not understanding why, obeyed. Only then, did he remember who he was supposed to be atthat moment. Firgive me, he added, pulling Kaydia to her feet. We had thought you referred to a... to a different... He shook his head, half escorting and half pushing his wife towards the door. That... was not a oroduction she remembers... fondly...
Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

Kaydia! No Quentin screamed in his mind. He had to scream with his mind, because he couldn't scream out loud. He couldn't speak at all. Couldn't even move . All he could go was watch in helpless sorrow and horror as the guests scattered and as she pinned Senator Coralis to the wall. He knew the technique. Force Paralysis was one of the names, a way of stopping all voluntary motor signals from the target's brain. He'd taught her the technique, but he'd never dreamed she'd use it against him. Why? he wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. She'd done it for the same reason she was blocking his thoughts, letting them slide away as if her soul were encased in impregnable black armor. She didn't want him to stop her. He couldn't blame her, not really. The son of a bitch had watched her rapes and tortures as entertainment . Had wanted her to put on a private show, bused and degraded for his pleasure. Kaydia! he howled. No! Don't give in to your hate! Don't... There was a loud, wet crack as the Senator folded in half backwards, screaming in agony before falling chillingly silent. Now that, Kaydia remarked, sipping her wine, was a well crafted snuff scene. Tears streaming down his face, Quentin strained helplessly against her implacable iron grip. Did she even know she'd done it to him? Did it matter? No, he decided. It didn't. Once he'd told her that if it was a choice between her and the Code, he chose her. That hadn't changed. Not now. Especially not now, when she'd need him the most. Kaydia, he gasped.
Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

Once the adrenaline of the kill wore off, Kaydia was aware of her surroundings. The ringing of alarms and the terror of screams and Quentins gasping of her name. She could feel the panic of the guests as they sought refuge from her and the confusion of others who had no idea yet what shed done. And worst of all, she could feel Quentins horror and lamentation over what she had done. She released him at that, only half aware she had paralyzed him in the first place. I she tried, looking at him, her husband, searching her mind for some explanation that made sense. The wet trails on his cheeks stung, and now everything that had felt good about killing the senator felt rotten. In the end, she really was just Scarlet. Unable to meet his gaze, unable to accept the concern and love that still flowed from him to her, she turned away, QuentinI m sorry. Im notI wasnt strong enough. Just outside, sirens blared, surrounding the building. Escape would be difficult, but not impossible. Not for them. But how many more would die because of her? Some might say she was justified in murdering the treasonous bastard, but it still wasnt right. She was a Jedi, and she was supposed to be better than that. Im going to turn myself in, She declared, swallowing hard at the admission. I never properly paid for the crimes I committed as Scarlet, and as long I am allowed to roam free, she will live within me. She turned towards him now, trying to hold back the tears, but not succeeding as she saw the look in his eyes. Still, she approached him, brushing his hair from his face, smiling sadly. I love you, Quentin. I will always love you, no matter what. She took a kiss, a kiss she strongly suspected might be their last for a long while, if not their last ever.
Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

The Jedi came for her all too soon. Quentin sat numbly, drained and exhausted as local security forces stunned her into submission and cuffed her wrists and ankles behind her before they cuffed him too. They weren't taking chances, even though the security footage showed him helpless and unmoving as the Senator had been murdered. We can still run, he'd told her. Begged her. Disappear, and let the Council decide your fate. They'll understand. Thay have to! But she'd refused, and waited for security to arrive. And now it was too late. We'll handle it from here, Anakin Skywalker told the officer. Rex. Take a detachment and escort Scarlett to the shuttle. He eyed the two prisoners, noting her resignation and his despair. As gently as possible. And release Mister... He smiked, just a little. Westin Armaia. I think he's another victim here. Yes, General. The Clonetroopers gathered round and escorted Kaydia away. Quentin watched, helpless as the doors cloeed behind her, cutting her off from his sight. Then a hard metal hand rested on his shoulder. We'll do what we can for her, Master Faylen, Anakin assured him. Quentin barely reacted, almost not recognizing his cover identity within the Order. Quentin Hall was dead, after all. I know. I read the initial report, Anakin continued, eyes narrowing. She was clearly provoked. I'm sure that, when I present the evidence to the Supreme Chancellor, he'll find a way to offer clemency. Quentin turned a little, startled. The Supreme Chancellor? Oh, yes. He asked the Council to send me specifically. Anakin smiled, and squeezed Quentin's shoulder comfortingly. Don't worry. He's taken a personal interest in Jedi Kaydia Voss-Hall.
Thread: Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn (Corsair and Xana)

Is this your first trip to Alderaan? The customs agent asked, looking over her paperwork. The question brought back memories, of lying in bed, counting down the minutes. Of watching her sleeping lover, as she pleasured him awake. Of being carried through the ship, and making love as the shower rained down on them. Take everything I have, everything I am. Take me forever. Marry me. It is, she lied smoothly, flashing the official a friendly smile. Jedi Knight Kaydia Voss had been to Alderaan once, to take a renegade Jedi into custody, but she wasnt Kaydia today. She hadnt been Kaydia in quite some time. Enjoy your visit, Miss Lorsha Lestrante. She doubted she could seduce Bail as she had Satine. By all accounts the Queen and her consort were very much in love. Seducing both occurred to her for a moment, but then shed have to kill the queen too, and regicide could complicate things. But seduction was far from her only tool. Following two days of surveillance, she found her in with the senator. Playing the same role she had the first time shed come to Alderaan, with Quentin. Bail had a dedicated chauffer, Enric Tahli, but when he was unable to perform his duties, they contracted with an agency for a temp. And as it turned out, Enric was as susceptible to force suggestion as anyone. Pulling up to the palace gates, security looked over her forged liscense, No Enric today? the security guard mused casually. No, he cashed in his vacation time. I guess Champagne Supernova is having a reunion tour? she suggest, throwing out a thought she had pulled form Enric brain before sending him on his way. Oh, the Gallaxes brothers managed to make up? I might have to see if I have any PTO left, he joked, returning her documentation. Id be quick if I were you. They are likely to start feuding again, mid tour, she teased, putting everything away in console compartment. They shared laughed, before he informed the Senator over the intercom that his car was waiting on him.
Thread: Book of Obedience

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Thread: Book of Obedience

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Thread: Chronicles, Repository, and Archive  (Comments welcome)

Welcome. Speak, Friend, and Enter This is where I store settings and characters and work on them outside of stories, and store information from stories to incorporate them back into the settings. Its all a rough work in progress so no doubt, grammatical and spelling errors bound throughout , including incomplete thoughts or sentences, or badly merged passages. The Chronicles portion will likely consist of scraps of old stories and perhaps a list of roleplays, but perhaps not. It will include things such as few of the unique settings I have developed along with story partners , specifically one Fantasy world , one Sci Fi galactic sector , and one Post-apocalyptic setting The Repository wil contain characters I have played and may call upon again either as bit players, background texure, etc but first I will focus on the chars or archetypes I will be using in my active roleplays. Finally, the Archive is where old plots will go to be stored once I am not actively seeking them, assuming I ever get around to creating that increasingly theoretical request thread. NOTE - Comments Now Welcome!
Thread: Chronicles, Repository, and Archive  (Comments welcome)

RE Chronicles, Repository, and Archive Chronicles III Post apocalyptic and other minor settings.
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RE Chronicles, Repository, and Archive Repository II - Fantasy Deathwind Real Name sounds like Marawan but spelled differently Male Drow Hair Silver Eyes Red H- 5'7 W- 150 Age over 100 Assassin Deathwind's real name is hard to pronounce for most non-drow, but he has come to prefer his nom de guerre anyhow. For such a murdering bastard he can be truly affable and genteel, but never mistake that he is a vile , sadistic creature who has chosen to torture people and end lives for fun and profit. He is not welcome in the Underdark as he has rejected the Matriarchal system, but they have come to an understanding with the powers that be. They have stopped sending hunting parties to kill him, and he has stopped sending back bags of chopped up hunting parties. He has some unknown mystical powers but it is known his magical resistance is very strong. He is a meticulous planner, and normally if he doesn't know he wil win a fight there won't be one. He is not a believer in a fair fight, taking every advantage he can. He is deadly accurate with his hand crossbow which fires quarrels that are commonly coated with venom. When operating in a city and not on a job, most likely it will be the sleep venom rather than a more deadly toxin His slender figure makes him look almost like a scarecrow at times He has come to enjoy working with human partner named Reaper- the two are a mismatched pair, but they are brought together by their common sadism. img150x200 Reaper Real name unrevealed Human Male Hair Bald Eyes Brown H 6'8 W 350 Reaper is a mountain of a man, a former soldier then mercenary, who wears a featureless iron mask with a moveable mouth cover and a slit for his eyes. . He was a member of the elite Black Blade Platoon of the famous mercenary company, the Legion of the Star , though he was cashiered from the Legion for murder and rape, in abstentia as he didn't stick around to be tried. He uses a thick curved blade as his main weapon and also has spiked gauntlets. In battle he seeks to protect Deathwind first and foremost. He tends to wearing heavy armor and is not mobile, his peripheral vision is often not the best because of his mask. He would rather injure painfully than kill immediately. He rarely talks, in fact some claim he is unable to do so, but he can make very loud grunts and roars. It is said he is a cannibal, but that is not known to be true for certain. In fact many thing are said about the pair - Deathwind and Reaper, but how much of it is true, how much folktale, and how much of it planted by the duo themselves, is hard to say at this time.
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RE Chronicles, Repository, and Archive New Characters td Quinn Maloney Street Financier, Bookie, Love Broker, Restaurateur. Quinn is an old school Irish mobster who doesn't like to take crap from anyone but also knows how to stay alive, too. He has a penchant for turning out his pretty waitresses at restaurants he buys and putting them to work in his brothels. A lot of those girls go missing too, though Quinn has so far avoided any rumors that he is a sadistic serial killer. Quinn is a blunt instrument but he has his uses. He is still married to his original wife, Patty , but she lives every day of her life in fear and denial. td td td
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RE Chronicles, Repository, and Archive Reserved Space - and doing the Happy Dance that I found my higher res version of the RPG map, complete with layers, etc.
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RE Chronicles, Repository, and Archive Reserved Space - Comments Welcome below here
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New char Quinn Maloney, scumbag mobster
Thread: RP: FTWD: Survive With Me (randomname98766789 x greenandgold)

Summer had just begun. 20-year-old Braden Patterson was home from the University of Southern California. As an upcoming Junior, Braden was a star baseball player and majored in criminal justice, desiring a path for himself just like his father took. Despite Jack Pattersons early death, his son Braden admired his father and knew from a young age what he wanted to do help people. Braden had gone through so much in his life already but one thing has been constant Alicia Clark. She helped him through the darkest nights and roughest days with her kind words and sweet touches. Utterly and indubitably, Braden was head over heels in love. Though he stayed with his mother during the break, he spent ample time with Alicia. The hospital was overrun with patients and his mother, a nurse, was called in. Now, he had not heard back from the woman since this morning but he did not worry. Los Angeles was massive and when the hospitals went into Code Black, she rarely had time to communicate with him. Always, he held some resentment for the woman since she checked out after her husband died, leaving Braden and his older sister alone. Thankfully, she did turn her life around and now sustained a good job and was clean. Not thinking anything was wrong, Braden sat on the couch of the Clark living room, snuggled with Alicia as they watched a funny movie on television. Travis Manawa was working on the pipes in the kitchen underneath the sink and Madison Clark prepared to leave. She was a guidance counselor at the high school where Alicia had just graduated from. Despite it being summer break, she was one of the workers that had to work extra days. She never had an issue with Braden and it was commonplace to see him and her daughter together. The day had been normal, calm. Braden only glanced towards the screen as his hands gently massaged the lower part of her back while they cuddled. Often, Madison had seemed to neglect Alicia because of the problems her eldest child caused, Nick Clark. He was a drug addict and he often overshadowed Alicias accomplishments. Madison constantly moved Nick in-and-out of recovery homes for drugs but it never worked. She had even missed a birthday or two for Alicia because she was busy with Nick. However, Braden has always been there. Just when they were having a nice moment together, Madison peered her head into the living room and called for Alicia. Alicia, we have to go to the hospital. They found Nick on the road. She commented quietly while Nick found another way to ruin a moment for the couple again.
Thread: RP: FTWD: Survive With Me (randomname98766789 x greenandgold)

RE Survive With Me FTWD randomname98766789 x greenandgold A long time ago, Alicia would have protested at how her brother and his drug addiction seemed to run the lives of everyone in their family. But getting upset was simply a waste of time and energy. Acting out or getting upset wasn't going to change things. It surely wasn't going to change her brother. Ever since their father had died in a car accident years ago, Nick had been addicted to some drug or another, unable to cope with the loss. He was constantly moved around from recovery home to recovery home, as their mother desperately hoped that one of them would do him some good. It never did. She was used to being overlooked. Anything she accomplished always paled in comparison to Nick managing to stay sober for a day, a week. And while she wanted the best for her brother and wanted him to be healthy, sometimes, knowing that she was practically invisible to her family, caused a pain her chest that ached for days. Alicia had made Valedictorian of her class when she had graduated, but neither her mother, brother, or step-father knew. Braden was the only one she had told, and she had deeply appreciated his enthusiasm and happiness, more than he'd ever know. At her mother's words, Alicia turned off the TV and got up. She gave Braden a small, strained smile and moved to get her shoes. Once she had slipped them on, she turned back to her boyfriend. You don't have to come. You're welcome to stay here, or do something better or more interesting or more important with your time. It's not like you're gonna miss anything. We all know how this is going to go. The words were spoken softly, and Alicia stood on her tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on her boyfriend's lips. When it came to her relationship with Nick, she always felt like the older sibling, probably because she had always taken care of him, instead of the other way around. She couldn't remember the last time her parents or brother had comforted her for anything. It was just Braden, for the last several years.
Thread: RP: FTWD: Survive With Me (randomname98766789 x greenandgold)

RE Survive With Me Fear The Walking Dead one x one randomname98766789 and greenandgold You should already know the answer, Alicia. Braden answered in a matter-of-factly manner. Even when she went through times like these with her brother, Braden even stepped up and went with her to the hospitals and rehabilitation facilities. Today, it was not any different. Slipping on his own shoes and grabbing his wallet and cell phone, Braden followed Travis and Madison outside. Once reaching the car, the younger couple sat in the backseat while the couple sat in the front two seats. The car ride was silent and all Braden did was offer support for Alicia, holding her hand with light squeezes every now and again. The group of four arrived at the hospital. The main hospital in Los Angeles was full, the one where Bradens mother worked, so they went into the hospital just outside of Los Angeles where the paramedics had taken Nick since his case was not as severe as others. Once they were taken to Nicks room where the police were talking to Nick. He was restrained to the bed and had been on drugs again. This time, he was talking about one friend of his eating someone else and trying to attack him. It was bad, this time. Madison tried to talk with Nick, get him some more help at a new rehabilitation clinic but Nick just argued with her. In the middle of the arguments, Travis had to take a phone call from his ex-wife, Liza. Since this was not Bradens place to speak, he just stayed quiet beside Alicia, offering her a hand to hold if she wanted it. If not, he was there for support and he hoped she could see that. Madison and Nick yelled at one another and it was clearly driving Madison crazy. Braden thought she wanted to be a good mother for both of her children but Nick made that so hard. Finally, Travis returned after an argument with Liza about their son Chris and decided that he could stay and watch over Nick while she left to help the school with their college counselling and other duties she had to complete since the year was over.