i went ahead and asked KlinH4xx0r if i could make my own star wars rpg. since i am a huge fan of starwars i thought this would be fun. unlike my other rp i have going, caucheka's super hero rpg, i will be in control of the bad guys, which makes it run smoother. i will be allowing 4 characters, and you can be of almost any race you choose... if it is sentient. you may also be a droid, if someone would choose to be an astromech droid that would be helpful. your character does not start as a jedi, but later in the story you will have the chance to be one. if you guys have any questions let me know. i will also let you guys decide what time it takes place. if its old republic, new republic, clone wars etc... but you will not be meeting any of the characters from the actual SW realm. in a minute or 2 i will post the character sheet.
"Where are they...?" the man whispered, trying not to make a sound. He was lying prone on the jungle floor, covered by a blanket of leaves and foliage. He was wearing a suit of heavy armor, colored green to match the flora. "What was that?" He had heard something. Rolling over onto his back, he scanned the area in view. "Oh... Not a Boma. Just people. Almost as bad, if you think about it..." The man rose, startling the two people he had seen.
Poison pulled out his swords, as did Storm. They had heard something. A man rose up seemingly out of nowhere, and pointed what looked to be a repeater rifle at them. "Stand down now, or I shoot." Poison pulled out the Rodian's blaster pistol, holding it up for the man to see. "We were sent so see you, sir. By Mandalore. We need you to examine something we... Picked up on Tatooine." The man lowered his rifle, approaching Storm and Poison. "What is it you want me to look at? This pistol?" He removed it from Poison's grip, examining the weapon. "Hm... I've seen this before. Come with me, and I'll have it examined properly." The weapons master walked out of the jungle, Poison and Storm following in suit. They reached a small dwelling, where the man beckoned them to enter.
Dc: me? i am Jymeean Nei Shektal. I am a Kaleesh from the planet Kalee. I had come to Naboo because it was a planet strong with the republic. My people are locked in combat with the Huks, a soulless race of beings trying to force us into slavery. I came to ask for assistance from the Republic.
Sorry, Caucheka... High school started a while back and I haven't been able to get on as much. I'll get back on this tomorrow. Right now, I has homework to do.
The weapons master walked over to his workbench and carefully disassembled the weapon. "Quite a catch right here, boy." "What is it?" Poison replied. "It is a modified heavy blaster, manufactured on this very moon. I made it myself." He turned his gaze to a display, which appeared to show a list of weaponry. "Let's see..." He scrolled down until he found what he was looking for. "Ah! Here we are." He stopped, expanding the screen.
|WEAPON - MNDALORIAN HEAVY BLASTER <MODIFIED> |OWNER - SVEN KENDIS | - CLAN ORDO |REGISTERED - 10 MONTHS, 17 DAYS AGO
"I made this gun for Sven just a few months before he was murdered." The man sighed. "He was a mighty warrior. It was a shame to have lost him." "Who was his killer?" Poison inquired. "I don't know. But, some say they saw a Rodian run off into the woods only a few minutes after Sven was killed. We never found him... We assumed he had been killed by a Zakkeg or a pack of Boma." "He's not dead. We found him on Tatooine. He tried to threaten me with that same blaster." The weapons master looked up from the blaster. "Really? Interesting... I suggest you hunt that b****** down, so he can be brought before Mandalore." Poison gave a nod. He and Storm left the dwelling, moving back towards the Spectra.
alright so since you guys are leaving im taking control back, so where do you guys want to go? youdontseeme, create a character that me and dc are gonna meet at the cantina.
dc: *they sit down at the cantina, Jymeean orders a drink, then turns to you.* so, we can do anything except from go back to our home planets, what do you want to do?
