Star Wars RP!!!!

"Wait i can help i have contacts that can help, oh hell what's the use."Austrara wanders away an is ever seen again.

((just cuz you're not a jedi doesnt mean you have to or should quit the game, Fontroy))

(OOC)Who say i'm quiting an i can create another charecter you know (OOC)

((Well, do what you want, I guess...are you planning a different character, then?))

Evgrisa hesitated near Austrara for a second, then jogged up to Master Starweaver.
"You understand he's more dangerous now than ever...he's more dangerous than I am," she said when she slowed to a walk next to Master Starweaver. "A man with no boundaries and nothing to live can easily be the end of someone they view as an opponent."
Then she recalled who she was talking to, and she stopped herself. If she was concerned about his descisions and the consequenses of them...no, she couldn't afford to start caring about others. Then again, could she?
She pulled out an elctronic device and activated it. Promptly, the words "Severed tree ate too many bee hive" were displayed. 7382-B5.
When they sat down, she yanked a piece of cloth out of the sole of her shoe and looked at it, studying the mysterious symbols. Next to 7382-B5 were the words Blue; Gungan.
"We're going back to Naboo," she said, replacing the list in its hiding place.

Damien stormed into the holding cells after blowing up several droids he had passed on his way. He knocked over several apprentices as headed to the interrogation cell in the very back of the room. Inside the blood-stained, iron bars sat a middle aged twi'lek male against the opposing wall. Just as the prisoner raised his eyes to him, Damien once again struck out with the force, grasping the twi'lek's neck and flinging him face first into the grating in front of Damien. The twi'lek fell onto his belly, bellowing in pain.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" Damien roared, using the force to amplify his voice. The twi'lek didn't respond. Damien held his hand out to the prisoner, soon followed by an excrutiating jolt of electricity. The prisoner writhed in pain untill Damien ceased, smoke rised from his singed prison clothes.
In a calmer, more sinister voice, Damien asked again, "Where is she?".
The twi'lek coughed up blood. "Coruscant....last I heard, she was on Coruscant," he said. His head then dropped to the floor. Damien felt him become one with the force as he turned to an apprentice who had been watching.
"Did he have anything on him when you captured him?" Damien asked.
"Not much. A simple holocron, some bacta capsules, and a lightsaber," The apprentice replied quietly.
Damien was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Download his holocron onto my ships computer. I'm leaving," Damien said as he signaled the apprentice to follow him.
"My lord, do you think this will work?" the apprentice asked weakly.
"Of course it will. For some reason, he wants her alive. The skilled hunter does not attack the body, spirit or mind. He strikes for the heart."

Darth Vengence watched her, anger swirling around him. How dare she come to his domain, come and leave at her whim...

"I can kill her, Master."

The voice came from behind him, from his apprentice. Vengence spoke, "No, none will touch her. I want to know where she's going."

She'd been in the presence of the Jedi Council for nearly four hours, and now she left with two Jedi escorting her... Never mind that. "How's the Senator?"

"More determined than we had hoped. If he'd give us his codes, we could impersonate him with a Changeling."

"Then do what is necessary to extract the needed information. Nothing will keep us from our goal. Nothing." Darth Vengence said, pacing.

"Yes, Master."

"What business do you have with the jedi?" the bothan asked as he fingered his drink. Damien figured he was a card player from his expression. His face was practically unreadable, but Damien could sense greed and deception in every crevice of his voice. The cantina was filled with the usual slime balls. But a liars mask could not keep out the power of the darkside.
"Do you have the data or not?" The sith asked in a harsh, impatient voice.
"Maybe. For the right price,"
Damien could guess where this was going to go. Instead of bargaining with a two-bit con man, he once again exercised his prowess in the force, pentrating the bothans frail mind.
"You will give me the data," Damien commanded. A look of absolute horror struck the bothan's face. He scrambled through the vest he wore, finally throwing onto the table a strangely new-looking datapad. Damien reached for the datapad as the bothan tripped and stumbled from the table.
Damien thought to himself as he activated the object.
"Now, let's see where you are...."

As you can see, Damien Starkiller is not, I repeat, NOT a nice person. Then again, I would be a little grumpy after getting frozen in carbonite for three centuries! EEEEEEVVILLL!!!

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They were back on Master Starweaver's ship again, and the two Jedis were involved in some sort of meeting Evgrisa didn't care to attend.
She had nearly full reign of the ship, having rediscovered the changed passwords. After a time, she grew to like a room with some machinery in it. It had cozy cubbyholes that were tucked out of the way and reminded her of less lonely times on the road. Some places were warm; others cold. There were two doors in and out, in addition to the ventalation shaft.
After some time listening to the thrum of engines through the floor, she slept.


Something woke her. Cold swept through her frame, and she held still. In the glow of machine lights, she saw someone darting around pipes, then into shadows. She held still, but couldn't see the person. She took a quiet breath, then trusted her blind instincts and rolled away, hitting the wall hard.
Someone shrieked in anger, and she recognized him.
"Evening, Raysos." She said, as much to spite him as to tell him his lovely darts had missed.
"Evgrisa. Who have you gotten tangled with this time?"
She stood, barefoot, and paced between the humming machines. She was slammed against the wall unexpectedly. She coughed at the force of it, "Still picking on those weaker than you?"
"Tell me, what are you up to?" Raysos's breath was clear; he hadn't eaten in a while.
"I was about to ask you the same."
His lips curved, "There's always work for a changeling. You were in my way."
She kicked him blindly. Since he doubled over, she hoped she'd hit a vulnerable place. Before she got far, he threw her to the floor again, knocking open a valve. Some sort of vapor hissed out, stinging her eyes and making Raysos cough.
As she lost conscious, she felt Raysos die.

Name:Alanah Jeren

Age:19

Race:Tatooineian

Home Planet:Tatooine

Affiliation:Jedi

Class: Padawan

Lightsaber:Yellow

Description:Young padawan from the area of Tatooine with short black hair reasonbly good build good dexderity an strong power to the force

Bio:Alan as his freind called him was found by a Jedi who saw he had potential to be a good Jedi, so he made him his Padawan. Soon the Jedi relize he was close to force a great asset to the Jedi so he started to illegally train him more advanced force attacks an better lightsaber fighting. Alan had been told to come to do some last training with his Master then the Jedi who taught him would confess his sins to the Jedi Council, an hope Alan would become a jedi knight.


Alan arrived at his master house an saw his master fighting a sith he immediatly ignited his sabre an was just about to attack when his master shouted in his mind

"no Alan he too powerful go to the Jedi Council i'll not live, but tell them the situaction here the sith have attacked here for a reason remember that he said in mind."

Alan ran out of the building an ran to the Starship parked outside he needed to go Corustant but he had no idea where to go from their,

He started the ship engine an left his home in a Republic ship.

"There they are," Damien mumbled to himself. Using the data that was 'given' to him in the bar on Coruscant, he managed to intercept them enroute to the Naboo system. He stared at his radar system as he tracked them through hyperspace. "Arm ion torpedoes" he commanded to his computer as the dot on his radar inched ever closer. He thought about simply using a tractor beam to pull them out. But, considering that he was in a fighter ship, and he had no idea what they would be using, he didn't want to take the risk of being dragged behind a larger, more powerful ship. And besides, an ion torpedo would knock them out of hyperspace and disable their engines. Damien flicked open the tip of the control stick, his thumb hovering over the launcher button.
He stared at the radar screen as they inched closer.
"Right......NOW!"

Evgrisa rolled over with a groan. The valve must have had sensors on it to shut itself off, she realized, otherwise, she'd have been as dead as Saysos. Kicking him off her legs, she staggered to her feet. Her body throbbed with every pulse, ached every time she reached for something for support in the darkness. What had woken her?
Then, a more important thought came: How did Saysos get aboard? She knew him; he wouldn't stick around to account for a dead body, and he never went anywhere without a backup exit plan. She turned her head where she'd left his corpse, "I learned from the best, you facedancer. Now, what was your backup plan?"
Suddenly, her fingers touched the control board. She flicked the lights on. There was a click, but no light. Was the power out? She tested the doors, and they opened, but refused to close.
What had gone on while she was knocked out?

His ship on full throttle, Damien closed in on the frigate. Manuevering to a flat surface, he engaged the grav-locks on the underside of his sleek black ship, attaching it to the larger ship. The docking tube met with the hull as Damien lowered himself into it. Drawing one of his lightsabers, he activated it's crimson blade, cutting through the hull like it was paper. Once he finished his molten circle, he deactivated his lightsaber and gave it a hard stomp, sending the circle of metal crashing to the deck below. Seconds later, after he had confirmed the coast clear by using a mirror in his pocket, he let go of the railings of the docking tube, falling gracefully and quietly on top of the broken metal. He did not need a light in the darkened ship- the force would be his eyes. He could sense at least three force adepts aboard.
"Let the games begin," he whispered, letting out an evil grin.

Viberations ran through the ship, whispering of a hunter. Evgrisa felt them as she would her own body. Her blood ran thick with adrenaline, sharpening her senses until the smallest noise was almost painful. The healer's part of her ran a quick check through her body. Even in good light, her eyes would be useless. Perhaps for only two hours, perhaps for years. Now was the only time that mattered to her.

She sat still, dropping her consciousness completely, like she did when she was the quarry for Orith. She opened her eyes and saw the gasses trapped behind an invisble barrier. She felt his death, and she felt the pulse of the living. Yet she couldn't feel herself. She couldn't feel her bare feet against the cold floor; she couldn't tell if her feet touched anything. Her hand brushed against hot metal, and only the commotion caused by burning skin made her move her hand away.

Pain, emotion, was gone.

Alanah was far into space now he had no idea where to go next he looked for a place to land to ask for directions.

He had no idea what the planet was but would find out soon enough.

He landed the ship got out an looked around the planet it had huge trees, an beautiful landscape he walked out his ship heard a noise,he ignited his sabre an readyed himself.

Damien swiftly weaved through the silence and darkness of the ship. As he reached his senses out, he felt an anomoly in the force. Almost like someone dying and becoming one with the force, but different somehow. At one moment, he could sense his quarry like a beacon, and the next, nothing. His mind raced as he went from compartment to compartment, desperately searching for his prey. He came to two doors. He felt emanations of the force from within each of them. "Jedi" he said to himself as he moved on, as silent as a shadow. 'Where is she?' Damien thought as he quickened his pace. He stopped in his tracks as he came to an intersection of the ship. There, coming from the corridor to the right, was his goal- The blonde haired girl he had searched so long for. She walked as if in a daze, but as soon as Damien even thought of going for his blaster, she turned her head and looked straight at him. They stood there in a standstill for what seemed as forever. Finally, Damien's hand reached his blaster holder within his coat. As he drew it, the girl ran with incredible speed into the opposing corridor. Damien fired his weapon at her as he took up pursuit, knowing well that the every jedi on the ship heard him...