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STAR WARS RP!!!!!
STAR WARS RP!!!!! This will be taking place after episode six, and you can be any character from the books or you can make up your own. And please up to two charries!!!!
Name: Jaina Solo
Age:13
Personality: like a mix of Han and Leia
Weapon: A VIOLET lightsaber!!!!!!!
Other: very techy girl, so she knows how to fly a lot of ships and yeah.
Name: Azea Fett
Age:13
Personality: like Boba Fett, but a girl.
Weapon: a blaster
Other: smart, lives on her wits. You know she is Boba Fetts kid!!!
submitted by Cho Chang, age 12, In transfiguration
(October 7, 2015 - 9:57 am)
(October 7, 2015 - 9:57 am)
Sela~
I run for my life, an armed droid chasing me. My employer had wanted me to steal a ship, a ship named the Assassin. It had seemed easy enough. The hanger where the Assassin was located had been easy to hack into. I didn't see any guards......which was weird. I'm glad I stayed on high alert, otherwise I'd be dead by now. I turn as I run and shoot the droid's head off. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that there will be more of them. Very soon. After running for what seems like ages, I reach the Assassin. I whistle in surprise. This thing's too good to hand over to some slimey Gungan. I think I'll just keep it for myself...... It's much better than my current bucket of rust. And I know exactly where to go to keep it out of said Gungan's hands...... A place where he's not exactly welcome.......I'm heading to Naboo.
(December 27, 2015 - 3:03 pm)
I know you are probably kinda busy now but if you get a moment could you, Will T. or Cuiro you please post? Thanks.
~Elvina
(December 28, 2015 - 10:38 am)
I step into a dimly lighted room with smoke in the air. The room is full of broken droids and droid parts scattered across the floor. "Good thing that no one is here." I say to myself as I sneak up the stairway into a breakroom for guards; but there is only one guard there whom I knock unconsious. One more stairwell to go; that I knew because I could hear music (Typical for a hut.) and loud, angry voices coming from it.
In the room I quickly slip into the shadows, where I bump into a gamorrean who angrily grunts at me. "Sorry!" I snap back at him. Luckily no one saw the exchange, but the only reason why was because all attention was devoted to the two young girls in the center of the room, who were facing a hutt who was sitting on a throne, holding a lightsaber handle. "Old Rotta himself." I mutter under my breath. "Time for action." ********** I draw one of my DL-44 blasters and shoot Rotta's hand, who promtly drops the lightsaber, which rolls to one of the girls feet who picks it up and holds it in a defensive stance and warns anyone who dare try to attack her. I myself, ignite the darksaber and run up to Rotta and hold it to his throat. "Anyone who touches the girls, or me, also kills this ugly slug!" I shout. All commotion stops, then all of a sudden, the girl who does not have a lightsaber, kicks the other girl's ankle and dashes out of the building. "Wow, those two must not have been together." I thought to myself. "Now, to finish this job. Run!" I shout to the girl with the lightsaber. "I'll meet you outside!" I slice through Rotta's neck and dash out of the building, right behind the girl.
(December 28, 2015 - 7:32 pm)
You and Matt L. are the same person, right?
~Trey~
For a moment, nobody moves. Even Chesa is too stunned even to make a peep. I could almost believe that what I saw was a fluke, a training exercise between two Jedi, nothing to see here, move along, move along...but the crimson blade sliding back into its hilt is incriminating evidence enough. The boy Padawan is still standing there, with his saber out, but in the next moment the freeze is broken. The azure blade extinguishes with a hiss-snap, its wielder dashes over to the fallen Kara, Chesa buries her face in my jumpsuit front again.
I pick her up, with no small degree of difficulty, and follow Nyja to the Padawan's side. Checking Kara's pulse, he says, "She's alive. Just unconscious, and probably concussed pretty badly. Force, I didn't mean to hit her that hard..." He straightens up, apparently shaking off the guilt to some extent, and continues in a brighter tone, "Well, thank you anyway for the help in distracting her. I think she was trying to kill me at least, if not the girl as well. What's her name?"
"Chesa," comes said girl's muffled voice. "And thank you too."
"What was that?" the Padawan asks.
"Her name's Chesa," I repeat, setting Chesa back on her feet. "I'm Trey, and this is my wife Nyja. We owe you an enormous debt of gratitude for keeping our daughter safe."
"Oh, it was nothing. She wasn't really with me for that long. And then the other Twi'lek showed up-" he gestures to Kara- "and there was this disturbance in the...I mean, my Jedi sense started acting up like crazy, and I figured..."
"That's alright," Nyja cuts in with a relieved smile. "We know about the Force, Padawan...?"
"Tarrin. My name is Padawan Tarrin."
"Tarrin, then. We really do owe you our thanks. If you don't mind my asking, what are we going to do with Kara?"
"How do you know her name?" Padawan Tarrin demands, brows beetled together in suspicion.
Chesa suddenly pipes up, "Padawan Bi'farran told me about her, how she disappeared and stuff, and then I saw her in a hangar on Dia, and her ship was Huttese so I thought what the heck?! and figured out where she might be going, and then I told Mom and she said we had to go to Corellia first and we went there and saw this big explosion on the Holonet, and Kara was one of the suspects so we knew it had to be her and then we came here as fast as we could!" She finally remembers to inhale. Padawan Tarrin's shocked expression matches mine when I heard about Chesa's feat of detection back on Dia, almost to a T.
Hastily regaining his composure (and shutting his mouth with an audible click), he responds, "That's...that's great, I guess. Now that I think about it, you might be right that she was behind all this. We'll need to get her to Master Skywalker and the Jedi as fast as possible."
We follow as he Force-floats Kara's unconscious form away from the scene. Nyja looks about at the few remaining sentients milling around, one hand resting near her blaster, daring anyone to interfere. Chesa chatters animatedly to Padawan Tarrin as she trots beside him. As for me, I trail behind, one thought on endlessly looped playback inside my head: What have we gotten ourselves into??
(December 29, 2015 - 11:22 am)
Jack Tarrin~
I walked along, using the force to carry the dark apprentice's body back to my ship. Chesa ran along beside me, chatting about the explosion to me. She knew a lot of useful things about the dark apprentice. Once I was aboard my ship, I put the apprentice in a holding cell until she would wake up. Then I'd question her. Until then, I would try to get more informatnion from Chesa and her family. I picked up the darksaber from the table where I had put it and examined it. I ignited the blade. The red glow cast an eerie light around the walls. Interesting, I thought. I thought the Empire had been destroyed years ago. I was obvioously was wrong. This war was far from over. Just then I heard a small groan from the apprentice's cell.
"Well. That wasn't half bad jedi," the apprentice said.
"Thank you," I said. "But your tone suggests a hole in my plan."
She smiled. "Oh, the Sith always will be one step ahead." She held up a small device.
"Hm. I'm impressed. You had that tracking device up your cloak's sleeve the whole time."
"Indeed."
"I'm assumming your master will be here within the hour?"
"Within the next ten minutes."
"Once again I'm impressed."
She smiled again. "You're no match for my master, jedi."
I turned my back away from the apprentice. I was in deeep trouble. Again. Just my luck.
(December 29, 2015 - 9:20 pm)
Elvina or St. Owl, could you please post? My charries aren't Force-sensitive, and they don't know the entirety of what's going on here, so they tend to be a step or two behind the Jedi. I can't write their reactions without something to react to.
(December 30, 2015 - 9:04 pm)
Okay! I'm back!
@Curio, Matt L. and Cron are the same person.
@Eliza, Matt L/Cron is my 13(?) Year old uncle, and Coconut the Dog is my sister. (This is referring to page 11)
(December 31, 2015 - 9:08 am)
I will try to post today or tomorrow but I am really busy and will be gone most of the day.
(December 31, 2015 - 11:49 am)
Hi! Can I join the RP? I'm new to Chatterbox.
(December 31, 2015 - 2:35 pm)
Kara-I wake up in a small cell. My hands are tied behind me back and that is tied to the wall. From thr throbbing I can feel that I am on a ship moving fast. Hyperdrive or even lightspeed. Then I feel my throbbing head. I let out a small groan before I can stop myself. The door opens and I see the padwan that I fought. Then I notice that he has another lightsaber clipped to his belt. MY lightsaber.
"Well that wasn't half so bad, Jedi," I say trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
"Thank you," he says, "but your tone suggests a hole in my plan."
I smile and say, "Oh, the Sith will always be one step ahead." I hold up my tracking device that my master insested I put there.
"Hm. I'm impressed. You had that tracking device up your cloak's sleeve the whole time. "
"Indeed. That's what I call a trick up my sleeve."
"I'm assumming your master will be here within an hour?"
"Within the next ten minutes."
"Once again I'm impressed."
I smile and say, "You're no match for my master, Jedi. You may have beat me but you won't beat him. I think you should just go to the escape pods and blast off. You will live to see another day if you do. "
He laughes and says, "I will think about your offer to live." Then he leaves and I hear the door lock.
I twist around, trying to reach my belt. When I do I grab a small knife with my teeth, then I start sawing at the rope. It takes a few minutes but I get it undone and climb to my feet. My wrists are a little but sore and it takes a few minutes to get the circulation back, but them I sit down on the floor and start to concentrate. In my mind I make myself as small as I can and slip through the crack in the door. I feel the lock and unlock it then I go back to myself and walk through the door.
My master may have not taught me to fight that well but he taught me to do some other cool things.
(December 31, 2015 - 6:33 pm)
Hi! Can I join the RP? I'm new to Chatterbox.
(December 31, 2015 - 5:53 pm)
Here's my characters:
Name: Jade Shigan
Age: 16
Species: Human
Home world: Bespin
Weapon: Jade Green Lightsaber
Affiliation: Jedi
Personality: Jade is a thoughtful girl with a playful side. She is sometimes impulsive and acts on her her instinct. She is Force sensitive and is in training at the Jedi temple on Yavin 4 under Master Tionne. Jade's parents are Bespin gas miners but Jade never knew them.
Notes: Jade is being sent on the ship Meditation by Master Tionne to the explosion on Naboo.
Name: Xina Wesell
Age: 18
Species: Clawdite Shapeshifter
Weapon: Laser Blaster and Poisonous Centepeds
Affiliation: Assassin and Bounty Hunter
Personality: Sly and Mysterious. She is Zam Wesell's granddaughter.
(December 31, 2015 - 6:24 pm)
Cho Chang, what's going on with your charries?
~Jade
Master Tionne has given me instructions to go to Naboo and look for the person who caused the explosion of the spaceport. The Jedi hadn't received word from Jack recently and so they sent me to find out what was going on. I boarded the Meditation and flew away from Yavin 4. While I was flying I spied Jack's ship! Over the comlink I said " Jack, this is Jade, padawan of Master Tionne. Are you Ok? Do you copy? The Jedi have lost contact with you and are sending me to Naboo." I hoped he would reply and I could fly back to Yavin 4 and forget about this assignment.
~Xina
I was in Rotta the Hutts palace when two girls were dragged in. Both were struggling with there captor. I wanted to observe the situation more closely so I hid in a heating duct and watched them more closely. Yep these were the ones all right. The ones my client wanted me to kidnap.
(December 31, 2015 - 7:46 pm)
Hey St. Owl are you still doing this? We kinda wouldn't mind if you posted about tomorrow.
(January 1, 2016 - 1:14 am)
Can you please post!? We need you to post now. If you don't mind.
(January 2, 2016 - 12:14 pm)