Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

Yola everyone! As you all know, I'm midnightwolf92. Kinda obvious...but most of you know, my ideas for stories and the like are simply...dumb. That's for the lack of a better word. So, I have yet another. I've always wanted to make a storybook about Star Wars. Here goes:

4,000 years before the Empire, a shadow was making its way across the Galaxy. Jedi were falling to it, while the Sith were flocking to it. After the fall of Darth Treya, the planet of Malachor V split apart, leaving the most concentrated form of Dark Side energy ever to be had. However, this energy was different. It seemed to be alive. It moved from planet to planet trying to find the perfect being in which to give the power. Finally, coming across Coruscant, the shadow fell...

Okay, so there's the plot so far. However, as the story moves along, more plots can be discovered.

Rules (we all love them):

NO God modding (Most important)

Keep the story Star Wars related..use this if you need help with finding some history about the Knights of the Old Republic as themes from the games and books will probably pop up starwars.wikia.com

Some language is allowed but there is a limit. Use common sense. There are people who will get offended and I will be forced to put a cap on all language if needed.


Characters!! Yay!!

First and foremost, Jedi and Sith characters are not allowed...yet!! The Sith are hiding waiting to strike so no one knows where they are. The Jedi are all falling to the shadow, so they're also hiding. As the story progresses they will become available.

Now, since this is the Star Wars Universe, you can be anything from Star Wars that you want to be. If you're in the military, state what branch (Navy, Army, etc.) Yes they did have Marines, except they will be known as the Star Corps. You must also state your rank. If you want to be something like General or Admiral, PM me first and I'll decide.

If you have any questions, PM me and I'll get back as soon as possible.


Have fun!!

Here's the first character:


Name: Scrata Jensen

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Occupation: Star fighter pilot in the most rag tag but most successful squadron...the Remnants

Rank in Squadron: Corporal

Personality: Funny (considered the jokester of the Squadron), he cares about his fellow Squad mates and when one of them dies, he takes it personally. He's smart, selfless, and is willing to give all that he has to to Republic.

History: Scrata grew up on Manaan to Selkath parents. He was orphaned during the last war with Darth Treya. Since then, he's failed at everything he does except pilot. He then joined the Republic Navy as a star fighter pilot and he was constantly shifted between Squadrons until he came to the Remnants. There he stayed.

Looks: Average height and weight. Not too pudgy but not skinny either. Close shaven black hair, bright, blue eyes, and a sleek attractive looking face.

I'll give it a try... I guess.

Name: Jessen Velegion

Race: I am a JEDI KNIGHT WHEN I CAN BE ONE!!!! But for now I am a lowly human... LIKE PRINCESS LEIA!

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Occupation: Ummm. Star Corps! I want to be an Admiral so I will PM you.

Rank: Admiral (hooray!)

Appearance: Small but svelte, long silvery hair, pale complexion,eerie violet eyes, has amazing endurance skills and it shows.

Personality: Very ambitious. Believes that anything is possible. Is very headstrong and hates it when people take her less seriously just because she's a girl. She's also very frank. Don't ask her if your dress makes you look fat unless you want the honest answer.

History: I'm sort of at loss of terms. Like the fancy ones your using... but heres the basics. She grew up on her own. Living on the streets toughened her up and taught her important life lessons. She joined the republic and is proud of it. She joined a nameless squadron. Actually it's not nameless. It's called Evanescence. It is very secretive and uses the element of surprise a lot. Though it is small, it is powerful.

As you can see, I need some Star Wars review! But I hope this is adequete. PM me if anything is wrong...

Okay..it seems like this storybook is dying...already. But, anyway, I gave a link as to what you can use for info....... starwars.wikia.com

This should help. And if you can't think of a name, just use the Remnants.

Name: Villian Dance (goes by Vil)
Race: Human
Occupation: Military (naval)
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (isn't time relative?)
Rank: lieutenant

Personality: Vil is very serious. He pilots a very hush-hush figther type; his squad are the beta testers. When not on duty, he retires to his quarters, where he studies tactics. He's never shown a Force connection.

Description: Rake-thin, Vil keeps in shape with regular workouts. He prefers to always be clean-shaven; he says a beard is hell in a pressure suit. At six-foo-four, he has to stoop to enter the cockpit.

Okay..it seems like this storybook is dying...already. But, anyway, I gave a link as to what you can use for info....... starwars.wikia.com

This should help. And if you can't think of a name, just use the Remnants

Does this mean that I'm not doing a good job... say what you need too. I won't be offended.

Oh yeah... and is the Remnants actually real because if not I won't have any trouble making a squadron up.

The Remnants are just a squadron I made up. Although, I based them on Blue wing from KotOR. They're the ones that blew a hole through Sith defenses so that capital ships could destroy the Star Forge....at least I think it was Blue

Okay. I'm good now. I changed everything. And I tried the website.

Name: Jay Quizea

Race: Twi'lek

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Personality: Wry sense of humor. Respects bounty hunters with standards of Boba and Jango Fett and despises hunters with characteristics of Bossk. Although young, she is well known and feared for her bounty hunting skills, but she will not kill for a bounty.

History: Grew up on Coruscant and was abandoned by parents at age seven. Fended for herself on the streets and learned to fight. Grew to hate the Jedi and eventually became a bounty hunter.

Looks: White skin but always wears armor and a black mask. She usually wears a hood, so hardly anyone who knows her knows that she's a twi'lek.

Vil could feel the extra gravites tugging at him. He exectued a tight turn, then righted himself. A quick blast of the ion cannon, and the target became scattered light.

He grinned. It felt good to be the best; no one in the Armada had his skill with a fighter.

(By the way, could someone brief me on the technology? I'm not familiar with KotOR.)

Okay...good. Now that we have people, I just want to make it clear for you and any newcomers that this is based on the OLD Republic. I mean literally 4,000 years before the movies.

My character isn't a Jedi but has force sensitivity, I hope that's ok


Name: Ren'Wi

Race: Togruta http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Togruta

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Occupation: Informant working for the Jedi (not a Jedi himself)

Rank: N/A

Personality: Around most of his friends he's a light-hearted practical joker. However, when associating with the few friends he has outside of his social class, or his aunt, he is more himself; passionate and somewhat cynical, but a trustworthy individual. He refuses to fall into the decadence of his social class, and keeps himself thoroughly disciplined.

History: Son of the Ambassador of Shilli, Nephew of Jedi Master Ashen'wi (who I may later introduce). Although he is force sensitive, he arrived with his father on Coruscant and was discovered by his aunt far too late to be trained as a Jedi. Nevertheless he has traumatic precognitive dreams, which dont make much sense to him but are incredily painful. His aunt has helped him by teaching him meditative and calming routines, but has been forbidden by the council from teaching him more. In gratitude he's been feeding her information about the inner working of the upper class.

Looks: Stereotypically Togrutan, with a dominance of blue and white around his head, with a bit more red for the rest of his body. He wears the robes of his class, which look nothing like Jedi robes: being more ornate and difficult to move around in. Keeps himself in fighting trim, but is a peaceful individual.

Alright..Let's start. And Yes, Rubric, that's fine. When we bring Jedi and Sith into the story, you can make your character a Jedi or Sith.



Scrata was laying in his bunk on board the Retribution. The small cramped room was one of the many in the crew quarters used for pilots. He had just turned over when the alarm claxons sounded. Scrata jumped out of his bunk and quickly got suited up in his armored flight suit. The fighter bay was down the hall. He sprinted and found his fighter. The small V-Wing was fueled and armed.

"All crews to their stations. Unknown threat on radar. Prepare for intercept."

The pilots scrambled for their ships. Last minute flight checks were given and thrusters were fired. The blue light from the ion engines lit up the dark hanger. Scrata jumped into his cockpit. The Astromech droid he named Ordo. His favorite Mandalorian clan.

"So, Ordo, what do you think it is?" Scrata asked. The droid sounded off a series of beeps and shrieks.

JAY:

Jay Quizea stood in the corner of the brightly lit bar, her green eyes the only thing about her cloaked figure that moved. They were slanted and sharp, noting every movement and storing it in the massive database of her mind. She grunted in disgust at the twi'lek dancers on the stage and quickly flicked her eyes away, stilll searching for her quarry. Then, she spotted him. He was a tall, wearing loose, brown pants and a V-neck tunic. The red tie around his waist was her signal that this was the person whe was to meet. Jay frowned. His face was covered, an unfortunate development. Not knowing what this person looked like, she had no idea what species or gender this thing was.
Well, she thought, I guess I'll just have to roll with it and see what happens.

She walked up to him and, after a slight nod of her quarry they began to walk to a table in a dark corner of the bar. They sat down quietly and Jay waited for her employer to speak.
"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Quizea," said the person. A deep voice indicated that he was a male, and that he was human. Jay smiled slighly at the added "Mr." in the proposal.
"It's Ms. Quizea, actually," she said, a small twist of humor coloring her voice. And you can call me Jay." Something like a laugh emerged from the mysterious face, and he continued speaking.
"Very well. Back to my proposal. I don't know if you've heard the rumors, but something very... mysterious is haunting the planet of Coruscant. Jay frowned. She had noticed a change in the atmosphere; crime rates were up, and there was a sort of depressing felling in the town.
" Something big is happening, Jay," he said. "And I am employing you to help further my cause and elevate the mysterious happenings on Coruscant."
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I'll post more later, but I'm a little pressed for time right now.

"Hmm...An Ion storm? I don't think so, buddy," Scrata tilted the control yoke up a little bit. The bolts and arms holding the craft released.

"Hey, Scrata!" A voice sounded through his comset.

"Yes, Bejil?"

"If this is not an ion storm, you owe me a drink," Bejil laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get right on that," Scrata said as he pushed the yoke forward. The engines hummed and his V-Wing lurched forward and out of the hangar bay. Other craft soon followed. The "storm was coming closer and soon Scrata could see radar blips on his Heads Up Display.

"That's odd...Hey check your radar! Since when do Ion storms make radar blips?" Scrata asked over the comm.

"I got movement! Something's in there!" A shaky voiced pilot shrieked.

"Don't worry. It's probably just debris. Just too be safe, everyone prime their cannons and make sure emergency light speed coordinates are keyed in, We're right over Dathomir, but just in case.." Scrata hadn't finished voicing that suggestion when something started coming in at high speed on his radar. He looked up and saw a flesh colored blob coming right him. He steered to the left but the blob still came at him.

"Oh mother of...!"

A ship exploded at his right. Then another and another and another. This left sixteen of his twenty.

"Shoot them! They are hostile, repeat, they are hostile!" Scrata took aim at a blob in front of him. He zoomed in and saw that it was alive. He sent the data to the bridge of the Retribution.

"Roger that, Corporal. You have permission to engage. Additional squadrons are enroute from Dathomir," the voice of a bridge comm officer came through.

"Umm..these are the Yuuzhan Vong."

"The what?!" Scrata yelled.

"The Yuuzhan Vong...they were never seen this far in the Galaxy. Hold on, I'm getting a message from their commander." The comset Scrata wore went dead. Then his view screen flashed and popped up just as the flesh blobs pulled off back into the storm. The head of the Vong commander flickered up on the screen.

"You are impeding our progress for our religious pilgrimage. Therefore, you must be destroyed. We came here for the Spirit. The life of the Galaxy you stole from us many thousands of years ago. This Spirit is of knowledge and power and is the life of a planet that your kind destroyed twenty years ago. You called it Malachor, you killed our Lord." The message ended.

"What do we do?" Scrata asked his remaining squadron.