Star Wars: Origins of the Force (Page 2 of 9)

No limitations, eh? I'm gonna enjoy this. ^_^ It took me a while but I've finally developed my main characters. I did my best to avoid the norm that's come to be expected of me [i.e. Mandalorians, bounty hunters, etc.], and I have to say I'm satisfied with my results. Unique characters whose professions can mesh into any plot you have to throw at me.

Organization: The Black Raiders
     Classification: Criminal
Date of Founding: N/A
Notable Members: N/A
Headquarters: N/A
Affiliated organizations/governments: N/A
History: The history and individuals behind the Black Raiders remain shrouded by secrecy. They are, however, infamously renown as one of the most vicious, self-promoting band of criminals in the galaxy.

Name: Soren Coup D'etat [Codename: Black Sheep]
Species: Samuac/Human
Age: 31
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 201 lbs
Profession: Black Raider - Captain
Background: The first son of Alaric Coup D'etat and rightful heir to the Samuac throne. Despite his illegitimate human blood, Alaric refused to disown Soren. Certain factions within the Samuac clans, however, detested the idea of a "Mongrel King." The night of Soren's 18th birthday, a massive fire broke out at the Coup D'etat Estate, killing Alaric and his wife Nyra as well as many others. Zain, Soren's half brother, was horribly burned before Soren managed to rescue him. The two fled the planet as Alaric's treacherous uncle took the throne, the majority of the Samuac clans rallying behind what would later be known as the Coup D'etat Purge. Deprived of the only life he'd ever known, Soren struggled to support both Zain and himself. By the time he was 19, Soren had become heavily involved in piracy and smuggling. Shortly afterwards he was recruited into the Black Raiders. At 25, Soren killed the Captain of the Black Raiders, claiming the title - as well as the "Black Kingdom" -for himself.

Name: Sarai Agni [Codename: Crimson Princess]
Species: Cathar/Epicanthix
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127 lbs
Profession: Black Raider - Thief
Background: The only child of the Cathar noble Bella Nox and rogue Epicanthix assassin Sark Agni. In the years following her expulsion from Cathar as a result of her "impure offspring", Bella was plagued by disease and finally passed away, leaving 12-year old Sarai to fend for herself. At the age of 18, Sarai was recruited into the Black Raiders after Soren witnessed an elaborate heist she led on Nar Shaddaa.

Name: Zain Coup D'etat [Codename: Pale Horse]
Species: Samuac
Age: 22
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 179 lbs
Profession: Black Raider - Assassin
Background: The second son of Alaric Coup D'etat and Soren's half brother. Though Zain managed to escape the Coup D'etat Purge on New Kisge with the help of Soren, he did not do so unscathed. The majority of Zain's right side was consumed by fire, resulting in horrendous scars he still bears today. Knowing Soren feels guilty for those scars, Zain does his best to wear clothes which hide them in order to ease his brother's pain. Recruited into the Black Raiders at the age of 16 after Soren claimed the Captain's title.

Name: Ash Landers [Codename: White Lie]
Species: Clawdite/Echani
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 198 lbs
Profession: Black Raider - Masquerader
Background: The experimental child of the Echani Catherina Ishiharan and the Clawdite Kaien Shibaan. Born from the Echani's desire to develop the next generation of assassins, Ash was seen as nothing more than a tool with which the Echani could test their theories and research. Thusly, Ash was never given a name but instead referred to by the last digit of his year of birth: "Six." Raised among the Echani to be a spy as well as an assassin, Ash subconsciously assumed their likeness. Eventually, Ash's true form came to resemble that of a pureblooded Echani rather than a Clawdite mix breed. How Ash ever became a Black Raider -or even how he gained his current name -remains something of a mystery and a subject both he and Soren tend to avoid with sufficient skill.

Name: Rhys Alasdair [Codename: Lost Cause]
Species: Human [some Zygerrian blood]
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 203 lbs
Profession: Black Raider - Mercenary
Background: The first son of the Zygerrian/Human mercenary Siv Alasdair and a deceased human mother. Though the majority of Rhys's blood is considered human, his striking red hair marks him as a Zygerrian descendant. As such, Rhys was allowed to engage in minor conflicts from a very young age. During one battle, however, the 15-year old was captured by a group of Zygerrian slavers who sold him as a gladiator. Rhys was forced to brave the pits of Loovria for 5 long years before Soren bought his freedom. Rhys, feeling indebted to the Samuac halfbreed for such kindness, vowed allegiance to Soren, thusly becoming a Black Raider.

Name: Unknown [Codename: Scar]
Species: Human [assumption]
Age: 36 [assumption]
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 262 lbs
Profession: Isvalan Warrior Monk/Black Raider - "Guard Dog"
Background: Almost nothing is known about Scar before he joined the Black Raiders. According to Soren, however, Scar was an Isvalan Warrior Monk before joining the infamous criminal organization.

Done! Hope you like 'em. ^_^ Now let's get this show on the road.

Sorry it took me so long. Life ya know? A quick minor adjustment to a character before we really get into things: Ash Landers is now this guy. He just looks more assassin/spy/badass. ^_^ Also the picture below is just a reference for Soren's outfit. You've already seen Sarai's full body pic so there's really no need.
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A man suddenly steps into the room, his strides mimicking the grace and subtle power often associated with a noble, a mixture of black and white robes flaring eloquently behind him.

"They would be us, Mr. Antilles," the man remarks with traces of distain, his voice weighed with superiority as stormy blue eyes casually narrow on John. The naturally cold gaze was enough to intimidate lesser men.

"Ah yes," Colonel James states as he straightens his posture, a habit which befit a military man of his stature. "John, allow me to introduce Soren Coup D'etat. He's in charge of your team of combat specialists."

John glances at the new arrival as if his curiosity had not been entirely peaked. Coup D'etat. Coup D'etat. That name... where had he heard it before? And why did it have the hair at the nape of his neck standing on end? Coup D'etat... of course! The Black Raiders. Perhaps the most notorious and bloodthirsty band of assassins, mercenaries, and thieves the galaxy would ever bear.

"Combat specialists?" a woman nearly scoffs at the term as she enters behind Soren, her voice soft as silk and yet deliciously powerful. Much like her body which hid the dangerous muscles of an ancient predator beneath enticingly smooth honey brown skin. She crosses her arms. "Whatever you have to tell yourself to clear your conscious, Colonel, fine. Like I care. As long as we're paid when this little escapade of the Council's is over with we won't have any problems."

James waves a dismissive hand in an attempt to move the conversation away from its current topic. "The contract was approved and sealed by the Council, Raider. You'll get the rest of your credits when the job is done, don't you worry."

"Oh, you misunderstood, Colonel," the woman clarifies, almost amused. "It was a warning. A courtesy one might say. You can screw us over if you like, but we'll get what's ours one way or another. Even if that means I have to-"

"That's enough," Soren injects in a calm and collected manner, the dominance in his voice unmistakable. "We are here to cooperate with the Alliance forces, Sarai, not threaten them. Is that understood?"

Sarai immediately lowers her gaze. "Yes, sir."

Soren's eyes now jump to Colonel James as he turns his attention to the older man. "My apologies, Mr. James. Sarai may not be a purebred but I have come to learn she possesses every bit of a Cathar's temper."

"I read as much in her files."

"Interesting," Soren responds cooly. "I was not aware Alliance military personnel considered outdated psychological reports accurate, Colonel."

It was an insult. A incredibly subtle one but an insult nonetheless. The Alliance had been waging a background tug-of-war campaign against the Black Raiders for almost ten years now. They never confronted one another directly but occasionally a valuable Black Raider shipment would simply disappeared while Alliance field operatives or supplies often wound up missing.

However, as a result of increasing pressure, some of the Alliance's best operatives had recently been assigned to a covert team tasked with capturing the Black Raiders at any cost. There were no new psychological reports because that team had made absolutely no progress. It was an utter failure. On top of that, the Alliance currently found itself in a predicament where the deadly skills of the trained killers they'd been hunting were necessary if only to ensure greater chances of success.

It was bitter irony.

"Accurate enough," James retorts quickly, refusing to allow Soren's blow to wound his pride.

Soren seems to approve. "I see. Well, if we are done here, Mr. Antilles, we should get moving," he suggests. "We have work to do and it will certainly not get done here. Not to mention the Black Raiders are not exactly renown for our patience."

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Had to take control of Colonel James for a minute cause otherwise it was impossible to write anything of value. Hope I did him justice.

Last edited by Beautiful Chaos (2011-12-29 02:03:58)

Sorry for not being here but I had to be there for my family since Christmas was my late father's birthday.
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Name: Unknown
Code Name: Jester
Age: 29
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 250lbs.
Rance: Human/Tusken Raider
Class: Merc
History: My father was a Tusken Raider Cheiften who had a son (me) by a female human slave. My mother died during child birth and father later died fighting a Krayt Dragon on Tattoonie. Others of my tribe raised me but I always found myself on the outs because to them I was still only half a tusken raider and half outsider. At the age of 18 I went out on my own and got transport off Tattoonie for another place where I can cut out a peice for me. Even tho I am half and half I still look more human then Tusken Raider but I wear the robes and mask of my Tribe.

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I am on a small ship that has no hyperdrive but has the cryo beds so we sleep as the ship drifts to a planet with life or a ship. The ship drifts on low power towards the core worlds where the ship's sensors picked up on signs of life. I have been drifting throw space in cryo sleep for 144 years but I have no idea that the time that I think has passed which is only afew years tops has really been 144 years.

Computer: (Tries to reactivate the pilot and co-polit but there beds have failed and they are long dead.)

Computer: (Scans for any life signs in the other beds and mine is the only bed that still works but power in the bed in draining fast.)

Computer: Activate bed 16 and send out dissress signal.....

Bed 16: (Opens and I come back awake)

Jester: What the hell is going on?

Jester: (I step out of the bed and my legs fill like jello from the sleep)

Jester: HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANYBODY ELSE AWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jester: (No one answers so I stumble to the cockpitt to find that the computer is the only one there)

Jester: Computer, Where is everyone?

Computer: You are the only one that made it fore the other beds failed long ago.

Jester: Where are we? Are we close to Core worlds yet?

Computer: I do not have the data on this part of the galaxy and we are no where near the core worlds.

Jester: Did you have any type of a help call and did you activate it?

Computer: Yes I activated it but unless we are within 400meters of a ship or planet then we are out of luck.

Jester: Computer, Keep that becon on and take us to the nearest planet, ship or anything with life signs. I will be in the mess hall and med labs making a list of supplies.

Computer: Yes Cpatian,

Jester: Captain?

Computer: Yes, After the Captain and Co-polit deid you became the Captain.

Jester: Okay. (I walk to the mess hall and grab something to eat and take list of food rashins and then head to the med lab where I find nothing at all really.)

(The signal from the ship keeps sending out the dissress signal as the ships drifts closer and closer to a ship that is not in the data banks of the 144 year old ship that I am on.)

My character is on a ship that is 144 years older then any ship that you have so it dose not have hyperdrive so it took longer to get somewhere. Also we were heading for the core worlds when we went into cryo sleep and during our sleep something happened to the computers nav. and the computer replotted and had us going to a part of the galaxy that has not been discoved before or at least in my time it was not discovered.
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Okay, I fixed it in my first post where I am not hearding towards Merburshir anymore but is still drifting in space towards a ship that could be yours. I add that the ship does not show up in my ship's data records because my ship is old and out dated because it is 144 years old.
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Roderick: I guess it's all out there now...there you have it, son.

*John huffs in contempt*: *silently under his breath* if anyone should be worried about being blindsided by someone else, clearly it's us by them.

*aloud* well they talk a good game...we'll see how they walk it. I'm out.

*John salutes his superiors and leaves for the Horizon*

John *to Black Raiders*: I suppose you want to a tour?

John: Glad to hear it. I need one too. Ensign, care to give the guest and myself a tour of the ship?

Ensign Kato (human): Not at all, sir. *looks at Soren disgustedly for a moment then begins walking* This is the Combat Information Center, where most of the crew works their shifts and the commanding officer issues real-time orders during combat.

*continues walking toward the bridge*

an extension of the CIC, the bridge contains our navigator *looks at Executive Officer and Navigator Hogstren (human)* and pilots helm the ship. The ship's newly installed artificial intelligence also helps navigate and pilot during emergency countermeasures. We call her ARIA: Advanced Recon and Intelligence Android.

*a virtual image in the form of a rather attractive female appears in front of Soren*

Aria: Hello, Soren*winks*

Kato: Enough, Aria.

Aria: Very well....*disappears*

Kato: The armory and tech labs are on the port and starboard sides of this deck, respectively.

*The three go down to the crew deck*

This is the Crew Deck, where you *looks at Soren disgustedly again* will sleep with the rest of your crew in your privately reserved dorm, away from the rest of the crew. On the interior port and starboard sides are the first lieutenant's office, and the medical bay. Behind the medbay is the AI core room.

Aria: *glaring at Soren* Only the ones I love are allowed in my heart.

Kato: She tries so hard, Major.... The starboard exterior contains 5 hidden orbital cannons used in case of immediate bombardment of a planet, moon, or base.

*throughout the walk, most of the crew looks at Soren with the same disgusted or untrusting expressions*

Towards the superior part of the ship in the main battery, where the twin laser and torpedo cannons and newly installed Thax cannon is stored. The twin lasers are used for quick strikes while the Thax is used for more lengthy cruiser-versus-cruiser space battles, and hitting an enemy from a distance, when the option is available.

Aria: I determine whether or not the option is available for either case.

Kato: Indeed you do, Aria.

*They next go down to engineering*

Kato: This is the engineering deck, where the faster-than-light drive core is located. Also housed are the port and starboard observation rooms, cargo holds, and garage, where the shuttle is kept for planetside operations. And that concludes the tour.

Oh and if you're wondering about the first deck, that is the commanding officer's private quarters. No one is allowed without permission. If you do try and sneak up there, you will be treated as a highest priority threat, labeled as a potential assassin and be dealt with accordingly. In short: it's off limits to everyone except the Captain--Major in this case--and invited guests. Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen, the CIC needs me. *salutes John and walks off*

Jest, Prince and I are still at wherever the Horizon is docked.
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"It seems my reputation precedes me," Soren comments, cool gaze suddenly cutting to the side to catch the suspicious eyes of the engineers, both fumbling about as they quickly return to whatever it was they were supposed to be doing. "If you are wise, Mr. Antilles," the Samuac halfbreed continues, returning his attention to John, "you will make sure they do not interfere with our work. You are our only priority. As far as we are concerned everyone else on this ship is expendable."

The grated floor beneath them vibrates faintly, a sign the Horizon's exterior cargo door was closing. The Raiders must have finished loading their ordnance. "Come with me," Soren all but demands, that noble superiority nearly bending John to his will as he abruptly turns and heads towards the cargo hold without giving John any chance to oppose. "I believe it is time you came face to face with the 'most vicious animals known to galactic society', Major."

The door leading to the cargo hold opens with a hiss, the noise successfully drawing the attention of the individuals inside. Sarai stands closest to the door, icy blue eyes narrowing on John distrustfully, a delicate hand resting casually on one of her pistols. The Black Raider crates had been scanned for abnormalities as per standard regulation for all cargo. They were packing some serious heat for such a simple mission. No doubt they wanted to keep the Alliance from getting their hands on any of it. Sarai was acting as a guard, keeping out unwanted guests.

As they step into the hold, John's eyes lock with those of perhaps the most noticeable of the Raiders: an extremely well-built man who easily towers a few good inches above him if not more, naturally tanned skin enunciating the 'X' shaped scar across the upper portion of his chiseled face, authentic tribal tattoos curling around powerful arms. John's attention is drawn away from the daunting tank of a human by the sharp flick of a lighter, his gaze landing on the redhead sitting atop one of the crates they'd hauled in, elbows on his knees in a relaxed manner, a lit cigarette dangling loosely from his lips.

A black shirt clings loosely to his body, the long, open collar revealing a small portion of the tattoos covering his chest, the design mimicking the ones which decorate his forehead and travel down the sides of his neck. At the redhead's feet sits a young man not far beyond his twenties, the black cloth wrapped around his head completely veiling the right side of his face and neck, silver hair and light skin contrasting with the one vibrant red eye visible. A Samuac purebred.

In a dark corner at the far end of the room, John can just barely make out another male figure, haunting silver eyes cutting through the darkness to pin John beneath a predatory gaze. "Here we are, Mr. Antilles," Soren annouces, his eyes gleaming with something akin to pride. "The Black Raiders. The army of six. Your army."

He motions towards Sarai with a gentle hand. "I believe you have already met Sarai... though you were not officially introduced seeing as the encounter was so brief."

"Not brief enough," the Cathar halfbreed retorts in disapproval. It was more than obvious she was not very happy about working with the Alliance. However, her loyalty belonged to Soren. She refused to question his judgment.

Soren ignores Sarai's little protest. She had her reasons for hating the Alliance but Soren never allowed personal affairs to effect business opportunities. "We are all efficient killers, Mr. Antilles," the Raider Captain states darkly as if this fact were obvious, a chilling edge clinging to the fringes of his voice. "We would not be here today were that not the case. However, any man with a gun can potentially kill. The Black Raiders are successful because we each contribute skills beyond the ability to simply pull a trigger."

"On top of her combat involvement," the Samauc halfbreed continues, "Sarai shall also be operating as our technology specialist." His attention drifts towards the large man. "Scar is our heavy hitter and explosive expert while Rhys's exceptional skills with automatic weaponry," he nearly praises, that stormy gaze landing on the redhead, "has earned him his spot as our weapons specialist."

Soren's eyes soften significantly on the silver-haired man at Rhys's feet, his voice taking on a tender tone which betrays his affection for the younger man. "Zain tends to work best in situations where a more subtle touch is required and has mastered numerous sabotage techniques to further his ability to operate on his own."

Those kind eyes suddenly take on a dangerous gleam, however, as they find the figure lurking in the shadows at the far side of the room. "Ash... well... he is an engineered masterpiece. A born killer," the Raider Captain remarks absently, those silver and grey eyes locked in some silent duel, "designed to fell entire armies. The best of the Echani and the Clawdite entwined in one single being to create an infiltrator without match."

Soren sighs, closing his eyes briefly before he opens them again, cool gaze cutting to the side to steal a glance at John. "We are the true Black Raiders, Mr. Antilles," he adds on a small smile. "The kings of war."

Computer: Captain, The ship has started docking with us.

Jester: Good, At least someone picked up on this signal.

Jester: (I stand up and head for the docking door)

Jester: Computer, When we dock shut down all systems untill I and I alone give the command to reactivate.

Computer: Yes Sir, Shutting down all systems when we dock.

Jester: (I pick up my bag that has some food, health supplies and a couple holo photos of my tribe and mother and father.)

Jester: I wonder who this is, Maybe Hutt because I seen ships of theirs being this big before.

Jester: (I pick up and shoulder my Tusken Raider Cheiften Stick/Rifle and stand at the docking doors)

Jester: Oh, I need to unlock the airlock....(Presses the keys 5,7,1,1,0 and now my airlock is unlocked and will open when docking is complete)