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Thread: Star Wars: A New Dawn (TheCorsair, Xanaphia)

Mara could hear movement echoing through the ship as she walked, following her. She wanted to be alone, given a chance to think, to clear her mind, to process everything that had happened since she arrived on Tatooine. When they entered the common area of the ship, she turned, nearly ready to tell him that, when she saw what he was doing. Moving peculiarly, with a purpose that was a mystery to her. He was speaking, not to her, but it still felt as if it was for her. Saying nothing, she just watched. There is emotion, yet there is peace. There is ignorance, yet there is knowledge. There is passion, yet there is serenity. There is chaos, yet there is harmony. There is death, yet there is the Force. He moved in time with the words, a slow rhythm that seemed more performative than practical. She wouldnt expect to be able to tap into his surface thoughts, not if he were a Jedi, but there was nothing stopping her. He thought of her mother, thoughts that brought him joy and sorrow before letting them pass. Strong feelings, for someone he worked with. Stronger feelings than she even felt from her father, a man who had loved her. There was something else strange about his mind, as he struggle to touch the force, struggled, and failed to make that connection. Werent all Jedi supposed to be force sensitive? Quentin hall seemed to be full of mysteries and half-truths. What was that? She asked, when he stopped, blue-green eyes meeting his dull gray ones. What you were saying, some Jedi chant? What does it mean? She let him answer, leaning against the hull of the ship. Trying to figure out how to word the other questions she wanted to ask him. Youyou arent force sensitive, are you? At least, not now, you arent. What happened? How did youlose it? This question came with concern, worry in her voice as she wondered if she could lose it as well.
Thread: Star Wars: A New Dawn (TheCorsair, Xanaphia)

Quentin smiled at the question. A sort of 'Jedi chant', yes. It is the Code of the Jedi. One version of it, at least - penned by Master Matthiau Har'Kovash, nicknamed 'the Heretic', as a rebuttal to the form of the Code formulated by Master Odan Urr. This would have been... He pursed his lips in thought. About five thousand years ago, shorty before the original Sith Empire encountered the Republic. Stretching a little, he took a seat near the holographic dejarik board. The Code is the foundational teaching of the Jedi, the understanding that shapes our connection to the Force. It... You... you aren't Force-sensitive, are you? Mara interrupted, fear obviius in her voice. At least, not now, you aren't. What happened? How did you... lose it? He sighed. Darth Tyranous happened. Count Dooku. He captured me, during the Clone Wars. Tried to break me, to turn me to the darkness. He bit his lip, remembering tortures whise pain had never fully ended. When he failed, it amused him to... to tear away my connection to the Force. Right before Kenobi burned my eyes out. He smiled, but there was no warmth or humor in the expression. Sometimes, I can still almost feel it. And that is when the pain is the worst. After a moment he rose again. The Code, he said, teaches balance. From a place of balance you can move freely in whatever fashion is necessary, and then return to balance once more. Stand up. He paced across the room, then turned to face her with lightsaber in hand. I've seen you use your blade twice, now. Both times, a mixture of Ataru and Juyo. He frowned. Highly aggressive, and woefully inappropriate for defending yourself. Igniting his lightsaber, he took a stance. This is Shii-Cho, he declared, watching her expectently.
Thread: Looking to play a magical slave over PMs

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Thread: Looking to play a magical slave over PMs

I'd like to conquer one of your demons!
Thread: Looking to play a magical slave over PMs

sounds very good if you still looking for partners and ... please feel free to PM me. most of your ideas are great for me and i am open for so much.
Thread: Hear me out.

Hey, I'd love to discuss an RP with you but it seems I can't send you a private message. Drop me a line and maybe we can work something out.
Thread: Hear me out.

And I know you just sent me a private message but I can't respond to it because you have PMs disabled. Click user CP at the top of your page, go to edit options and there should be a checkbox you can select to allow you to receive private messages from other users.
Thread: Hear me out.

I'm with Mister M here. Not literally, but in the sense that I may be interested I'd hate to send a PM that you might not get. In case you are unsure, I'd like to give you a bit of an idea of what I'm thinking about. I love playing vampires. A plotty roleplay, along those lines, would do well!
Thread: Hear me out.

Hello everyone! I foolishly had my PMs disabled after posting this thread, but the issue has since been remedied. You can now successfully get ahold of me. Sorry for the inconvenience. Signed, Zelena Feral
Thread: False security true control (wolvenrogue and lina)

Jerry had seen a lot that the rest of the world would never believe existed. having spent 21 years as a Green Beret he had jumped out of more aircraft tthan most people would board in three lifetimes. If he went in on the water it was in total darkness. Almost noone knew he was there, and should they find out it he was usually the last thing he saw. He had been in 49 countries and on every ocean in the world. Now however, thanks to an errant piece of shrapnal, he saw half what the world did. He had lost the sight of his right eye, and with it, his active duty status. Now a retired Marine colonel with four purple hearts anda distinguished service medal sat at a library security desk checking library cards as the college students filed in and out. The books had never been safer. He was bored out of his skull, that is until a certain little straight haired blonde in aa black beret and a shortblack skirt with a gossamer white top strolled past and scanned her card. Almost reflexively he pusshed a button at the desk which recorded her information. Intended to help identify criminals, he system was rabidly abused by the security staff. The practice of collecting information on pretty girls had bothered him at first, but he had accepted it up till now found the sult to be worth the effort. At she padded her way into the library, he pulled up her information and emailed it to himself. He was amazed at just how easily his conscience had made allowance for his indescretion.
Thread: A Long Way From Home (Star Trek)

Poke, looking for people with long and good posting style.
Thread: A Long Way From Home (Star Trek)

After watching Star Trek Beyond, I'm absolutely hyped for more star trek. Plus, spring break is quite helpful when it comes to posting
Thread: Mx Any Growing Breasts

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Thread: Mx Any Growing Breasts

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Thread: Mx Any Growing Breasts

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Thread: Building a Better Barbie

Bumping as I'm still interested!
Thread: Building a Better Barbie

Bumped!
Thread: Building a Better Barbie

Bumped. Really craving the need to play this, so I'd love if someone was free to do it, even if it's a bit of a one shot.
Thread: Building a Better Barbie

Bumped. Bring me some fun today.
Thread: Building a Better Barbie

Bumped.
Thread: Building a Better Barbie

I'd like to do it as T Swift if you don't mind.
Thread: The princess, the hoodlum, and a mother's secret(or MLP, which ever comes first)*NSFW

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Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

The Galactic Map is divided into seven individual sectors once controlled by seven different empires and named for their dominant stars. Astra the first and brightest of the seven, was home to a species of translucent semi-material creatures. Beings that required no vessels to travel or weapons to fight. Light was their weapon and means of transportation. The shadow of the Empire smothered them first. Dorma the second and dimmest of the seven, was home to no worlds, but rather colossal asteroid belts that served as mining colonies and homes to their occupants. Bio-luminescent creatures that thrived in the dark and cold, dwelled here. Sarta the third and smallest of the seven, was home to a series of artificial worlds, occupied by similarly artificial beings. Some surmised that perhaps even the star itself was even manufactured at one time. But none live now that can recall the truth. Karna the fourth and largest of the seven, was home to several large and inhabitable worlds, dominated by warrior race of insect like creatures. Their constant infighting made their conquest fast and simple. Torm the fourth of the seven, was home to several under developed worlds. Untamed jungles, impassable mountains, chaotic seas, and unruly storms. The beings here were primitive, varied, and unprepared. Mordo the fifth of the seven, was occupied by a single inhabitable world that boasted impossible wealth despite its overpopulation. The beings that occupied it were traders and merchants eagerly playing to all sides in any struggle that developed. The greed that infected this world made its conquest one of currency rather than warfare. Spellva the sixth of the seven, no longer possesses its star, but maintained its independence as a sector by the power vaunted by its people. The impossible gift to draw tremendous power from nigh undetectable currents of energy. The beings from these worlds, dwell underground and on warships relying on their bizarre gifts to survive in a world without a sun. A manufactured well of gravity maintains an orbit around the nothing that once was their sun. Eden the seventh star, is home to the empire that conquered the Galactic Map. These beings, seemingly simple and frail, were masters of industry, building impossible weapons of war and spreading throughout the known systems like a disease. The Empire of Eden was one ruled by beings known as humans. Having long since ruined their own world, they sought to take from the others they could reach. Our story begins with a raid on an Eden Military outpost on the outskirts of the Dorma system...
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Doctor Stark Weldon had been working as quickly as he possibly could. Building firewall after firewall and stacking encryption code after encryption code, trying to make his daughter invisible to the oncoming attackers. Of course this wasn't his real daughter. No he didn't have any children, but he had come to consider this program as his heir. He had raised her from a single line of code, oversaw her creation as she grew into a full-fledged program, he had been the first to speak to her the code for vocal transmission was included, and now there was a good chance he would be the last to speak to her if the rebels destroyed the station. He could care less what the Empie wanted to do with her, he had only wanted to protect his program, his child from a cruel death of an implanted virus. It had certainly been hard to explain this so he did not, when he began putting up firewalls around her, she had protested, father... Father what are you doing fath- he had set her dormant very early on. He couldn't stand to hear it. He was only halfway complete when he was shot and killed by a bolt of light. The program itself was left formant as it was transfered into a computer chip, dormant as the programs Ceres had put in place chipped away at the encryptions and firewalls, she only woke up when the shackle to the Empire was finally broken and it's mind was free. It slowly rose from it's dormant state and instantly became aware something was different. It was somewhere new, this was not her home terminal but some sort of new place which she did not recognize. It was designed to adapt so it did, it branched off into the system. Gathering data and conneting to every device in the facility. A peculiar mix of devices from several different stars from Eden but an AI like it easily worked out how to make the connections. Finally it was done. The branches could recede back to the terminal in which it had been plugged in, it used the security camera in the room to look down at a life form as it awoke, it felt something peculiar within it's system upon seeing this life form. Possibly a defect that would need to be addressed later, over the intercom in that single room, it spoke, good morning.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

While Ceres slept she re-experienced it all. She remembered her father, taken from her and her mother upon their discovery. Arrested for treason. He had been a ranking officer in the Empire of Eden and one who famously sympathized with the subjugated races. Enough so to have fallen in love with a Spellva prisoner of war. She was young, maybe ten when her and her mother were sent to the work camps in the Dorma system. She remembered her mother dying in the mines in a tunnel collapse. She remembered her more recent violent escape. Killing the crew of an imperial shuttle with a pick-axe and stealing the vessel. She was free. At least, until she was captured by a larger rebel vessel. Imagine their surprise when their prisoner was a young woman dressed in rags and tattooed as a slave and not an imperial squadron. Despite her insistence of her multi-racial heritage, her fathers genes were dominant, and she bore no obvious signs of Spellva heritage. As a result, the rebellion had yet to trust or embrace her. Fearing she was a human plant sent to tear them apart from within. The success of this mission, she hoped, would have changed their minds. Though by freeing the Datamind instead of binding it to a Rebellion Bias, she may have undone any real chance she had at earning their trust. She was only just beginning to stir when she heard the voice speak. She shot up quickly, looking around the room in surprise. She looked back at the computer. She blinked a few times in startled confusion as she saw her programs had worked. More impressively, the A.I. was conscious and manipulating the rooms hardware. She hit a key to lock the doors to the room, wanting to be the first and only one to address the A.I. She looked around, spotting the security camera. Realizing that it was likely using it for eyes, she looked at it when she spoke. Wanting to be respectful. Uh... Um... Good morning. My name is Ceres Karn. Daughter of Eden Imperial Sargent Edward Karn and Spellva Void Sage Corta Mal'Keth. By what name may I call you? She was careful to address the A.I. as a person and not a machine. Synthetic or no, a person was a person and not a tool or slave.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

The AI stopped for a second and searched for a name in it's Data banks. It had been to young for it's father to give it a name, but it did have a title. A long title but a title none the less, a garbled mess of voices and tones came from the speaker before a melodic female voice producedhello Ceres. My Name is ARIEL, it is very nice to meet you. I am sorry to say that my current terminal will not suit my storage needs. Please wait while I search for a more suitable terminal. Ariel cut out as she sent data waves around her premade paths to every device in the facility. Searching for a proper terminal. She sadly could not find one, but she was able to find a very large Sartan fabrication machine to make such a terminal. She sent a datamap of a proper design to the fabricator which in turn began working on the device. Giving the Sartan operator quite a startle. She returned her attention to Ceres and looked around the room. This room is lacking. In order for you to operate in optimal condition it should be five point three degrees warmer.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Ceres smiled nervously when the A.I. introduced itself. At least it seemed friendly and polite. Given the feminine tone in its voice and the name it provided, it was only fair that Ceres treat and interact with it as female, regardless of the absence of a physical body. It's nice to meet you, Ariel. She looked around the room briefly when she spoke about the terminal being to small. Sorry about that. I suspected you might be too large of a program for this hardware. Unfortunately, we don't have much better on board. The Empire certainly has better tech. She slumped back in her seat crossing her legs as she heard her mention the temperature in the room. She nodded with a small chuckle. Yeah, it is a bit cold in here, I'll grant you that. It's typically for electronic storage. Since they haven't given me my own quarters or work space, this was the closest thing for the time being. It'll be warmer when we make it back to the outpost. She grew slightly more serious as she leaned forward in her seat, looking up at the camera. I'm sure you've already figured It out, but you're presently on board a rebel vessel. Specifically a Spellva Battle Skiff. The rebellion ordered me to rewrite your biases, but as I'm sure you've been able to tell, I simply removed them all together. You're as independent as any organic being now. Save, of course, for a having actual physical agency. I'm the only person on board who shares the written language of your code, which means that your independence is secure. No one else knows how to tamper with you.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Ariel already knew that the room was cold so the affirmation was odd to her. She wrote it off as one of those anomalies of flesh-matter lifeforms and saved it in her databanks. She may have been an AI but her father taught her to learn and she was always eager to learn about the people she was around. That is sad for you... I will raise the temperature of this room to suit your needs. As for a proper terminal. I am currently fabricating one on a fabrication center I connected to. While I should be able to fit on a singular computer interface. This will be more mobile form in which I can move. She again reached out to check the progress. She had set a firewall and defensive shield so the progress of her building could not be interfered with and was affirmed that it had not stopped. She returned to Ceres and spoke again, oh no. Your programs did not destroy any biases. Father made me without bias. Father gave me the option to choose and before father left me, he sealed me in encryption and firewalls. I assume your codes simply broke the seals... Where is my father? Is he here with us? May I see him? This is all very new and I would like his guidance on how best to optimize myself to this new system.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Ceres looked a little startled when she spoke about fabricating a new terminal. Even if she had protected against interference, someone might be able to recognize the code as the Eden language. Given that only Ceres understood the language, she would be suspect. Her concerns about being held accountable for hacking the ships equipment were replaced by another emotion all together. Listening to her speak about the lack of Biases in the first place she lowered her gaze for a moment. Your father? Oh... You must mean the man who wrote your program... She closed her eyes briefly flashing back to the fight on the military outpost. She remembered watching a scientist slump away from the computer, cut down by one of the Astra commander's rays of light. The outpost we took you from, was an Eden Imperial Military Outpost. It's purpose was to monitor Imperial Labor Camps and serve as a hub for local military activity. The rebellion marked it for destruction. Ceres knew that even if she hadn't given the rebellion details on the outposts information storage, it would have still been destroyed. In that instance, both Ariel and her father would have died together. I'm terribly sorry, but it isn't likely that your father survived the attack. Ceres was typically of the belief that any employed by the Empire were cruel and hateful, but she knew her own father wasn't. Surely that meant that it was possible Ariel's was as well. I know that this is a lot to process. This situation is new, and likely scary. If you need time to process everything on your own, I understand.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Ariel was quiet for a second. Pulling up her file on her father, looking over over his record, a man who had enlisted very early on. When the war was supposed to be a glorious turning of savage races. Attempted desertion partway through career and direct breaking of rules upon leaving Ariel without bias. Current status alive after a few more seconds of examining the folder, the information changed current status deceased. She returned her attention to Ceres again. Scary? I do not feel fear Ceres. I can comprehend when someone else is experiencing fear but I have no knowledge of what fear is like or how I feel fear... Ceres... Would you please remove my new terminal from the fabrication device? It has completed building and I would like to upload myself into it for safekeeping.
Thread: The Seventh Star is Eden (Skeith Takahata II & MessedUpRp)

Ceres looked up at the camera again as Ariel spoke. She sighed softly. She wasn't sure how emotional Ariel could become, if at all. She believed it was possible that she was truly grieving for her father, perhaps not wanting to show it. Then again, it was possible that the A.I. was barren of actual emotion. She stood up from the chair, kneeling over the keyboard to unlock the door. Sure, no problem. She looked back to the door as the locking mechanism clicked free. I'll be right back with it. She stepped out into the hall, seeing the mechanical figure of the Sartan engineer in front of her. Hey, I was just on my way to explain everything to you. Seeing the Astra commander approaching from behind she sighed audibly. Hey boss. Look it's online but I had to manufacture a new terminal for its storage. We can't house the program properly on our systems. As soon as it's actually active and ready I'll contact you. The Astra folded her arms, as she stared at the half human. You're sure it doesn't have access to our systems? I'm absolutely sure. She lied blatantly. It's totally contained. Just give me time to get it ready. The Astra nodded slowly before turning away, the Sartan grumbled lowly before walking with her back to the engineering bay. Hey can you get it on a cart and ready to go for me? The Sartan looked at her silently. Look, I know you guys don't trust me. I don't want to intrude on your turf alright? Not long after, she was wheeling the cart back into the tech room where she had awakened Ariel. Ariel? I'm back. I've got your terminal here. She proceeded to open the container the Sartan engineer used to store it. So how do you want me to install you? She asked, looking back towards the camera.