Yokey pokey! Start the RP now, I will!

Terron~

The wind blew steadily, stirring the dust of the desert into small, red twisters. The two moons of Tatoine were just beggining to rise up over the horizon, and the huge sun, just setting below it. Terron lay on a tall rock, watching this. In his right hand he gripped his un-ignited lightsaber, wating in aprehention. He looked to his left, where he could see two more figures laying in a similare fashion not too far from him. He lifted his hand up, not much, but enough to get the other figure's attention, and gave them a brief wave. The two other figures saw his gesture and nodded. Terron's brother Fynn and their fellow padawan Maya were ready for the ambush.

Terron looked back down at the desert scene before him, more specifically, at the valley that lay beneath him. Sure enough, his eyes fell on the target. A small, armed band of Storm troopers. There were about twenty of them.The five in the front of the precession were armed with blaster rifles, they were posing as the guards to watch for attacks (Like the one about to occur) Then there came about ten troopers towards the back, also armed, but with smaller blasters. They were leading a small group of people, villigers, as prisoners through the hot desert. THen at the back were the remnants of the Troopers, watching the back of the line. Terron's blood boiled. Memories of the Tuskan invasion of his own village were flashing in his head. He had been in the  same place as those villagers beneath him not so long ago. The villager's were lucky though, they had been able to send out a distress call before they had been captured, and even luckier that Terron's village had intercepted it. Now for the rescue.

But why was the Empire interested in the locals of some tiny desert village? Terron's grip tightened on his saber. It didn't matter. It was time to take care of buisness here. Terron slowly lifted to his feet, and gave his two comrads a wave. Then, Terron ignited his saber, ran towards the edge of the huge rock he was on, and threw himself into open air.  

Name: Elisai Salar

Age: 22

Status: Merchant working for the Empire 

Personality: outgoing, funny, but works for herself and herself only in the long run. So will be cheerful and considerate in conversation, but that's it. Clever, knows how to get on someone's good side.

Background: her parents left their homeworld of Kesh and raised her on a nearby planet, but when she turned 16 she left for Coruscant. There she got a job for the Empire and quickly rose to be one of their main unofficial contract-agreement-people (dunno what the word is)

If anyone got any suggestions for Elisai, I'm open 

Aya~

I pace through the Jedi Temple, picking up my stupid robes as I go.

What could Master Sealosi possibly want?

"Ah, Aya, today is the day of your birth," he announces as I walk into the room.

Yes, or "Happy Birthday," to some.

"Thank you, Master Sealosi. You called me?"

He clears his throat. "Yes. Recently we have had a short event with stormtroopers and some of our own Jedi. A padawan was injured throughout the fight."

Suddenly I'm attentive. "Who?"

"Maya," he sighs. "And though another one fought bravely, the Council still sees it as a reckless move on his part."

"...who's?" I ask slowly.

"A younger Jedi-to-be, Terron Batara. Because of this, we think it would be best if you were to be his Master in training him to be a better Jedi. We believe that he needs the discipline."

"Padawan?" I scoff. "Me? You want me to train a padwan?"

"Yes," he slowly replies. "Is there anything wrong with that? Good. I didn't think so. He is in the training room, so you can go see him now."

He didn't even let me respond! Oh well, I won't argue with him.

I give him a slight bow before walking out and heading to the place where the Padawans are.

Terron Batara. My new Padawan. 

~Erin

I charge my long DC-15A Blaster rifle.  Who is that?  Sullust has barely any people on it, not many at all.

I shake my head.  I must have been hearing things.

I crunch through the underground hallway, trying not to run into anyone.  I notice a sizzling sound right above me.  Then, a dripping sound.  A spot of orange at my trimantium-tipped boots (cost a fortune to get, I saved up enough money for 3 Han Solos) and I break into a cold sweat.  Shoot.  I turn, and run, my shoes tapping the osidian ground, my scarf trailing behind me.  I risk a glance back, and see the end of my scarf catch fire.  Shoot.  

I tear my scarf off and make it to a larger opening in the tunnel with a hole at the top, about 200 feet wide.  Not large enough for most ships, but just big enough for my TIE fighter.  

I jam my helmet over my goggles, and lift off.  I soar away, adrenaline pumping, as the small undreground town explodes in lava and rock.

Ooh, we're starting!

Ariel~

I stand behind the the small, dusty counter space in my father's shop. As the suns sank, the back of the shop had slowly become in enveloped in bluish shadows, leaving me with a good place to stand and listen to my father's heated conversation with the man in black. I don't know who he is; I don't think I've ever seen him before, but he seems to know my father, judging from the fact that they are on first-name basis with each other. He had entered the shops mere minutes ago, and my father had turned, the blood draining from his face at the sight of the cloaked figure. Who the stars would wear a cloak, and a black one at that, in this heat?

"They know where you are, Laksda," the man hisses," They will come for you and they will find you. You're a marked man. There is no escape from the Empire."

My head jerks up to stare at the stranger. My father glares at me. Ducking my head and pretending to sweep the counter off with a cloth, I contemplate the stranger's words thoughtfully. Empire? The Empire didn't exist out here. All it is is sand, sand, sand.

" Is that so? And what if I don't run? What of my family, my job, my future? What of the Rebellion? I must, must deliver the message! If the Rebellion does not know of this, then I will be executed by the Empire anyway, along with thousand of innocent civilians!"

My father paces the room heatedly. He turns to the man, points a finger at him,

"This is about the Republic! Peace must be restored to the galaxy! You have to understand this, Jash!" 

" You cannot go! I will not let you!"

"The message must be delivered!" Laksda yells at the stranger, Jash. I have not seen him this angry in a very long time. Abandoning all pretense of cleaning the counter, I straighten up, pushing my long, strawberry-blond hair away from my eyes and stare at the pair of men in heated discussion.

"You counld get someone else to go," Jash says quietly. My father snorts,

"Who? I'm the only Resistance Fighter for miles!"  Resistance Fighter? My father is a Resistance Fighter? He never showed any signs of caring about the Empire or the Rebellion!

"By the time I get to someone and explain the problem, it'll be too late! Who do you expect's gonna risk their life for this?" Laksda challenges. Jash's eyes flick, only for a second, to where I stand wide-eyed at their conversation, but my father sees.

"No," he says flatly,"I will not let her. She will not go. I will not let her go. It is far, far to dangerous. To even attempt to let a young girl do it would be-"

"I'm not that young!" I interject suddenly. My father seems to realize that I'm here.

"Go to the back Ariel," he commands.

"No," I toss my hair and stand firm," You want me to deliver this, this thing?" I ask, directing the question towards Jash instead of my father. He hesitates,

"Well, yes," he concedes," It would be far more advisable than letting Laksda go. But, obviously, you cannot-"

"What would I have to do?" 

Jash looks extremely uncomfortable now. He glances guiltily at my father before speaking,"It would be incredibly dangerous. You would have to book passage to Coruscant, on a ship leaving soon, as soon as possible. Then, you would have to avoid questions and Imperial entanglements. When you reached Coruscant, you have have to seek an appointment with the Jedi council, again as soon as possible. After that, it is a matter of deciding the best course of action, which you will not be doing of course, but then you would have to come back here and go into hiding-"

"Hiding? Why?" I cut in. He looks absolutely stunned,

"Because the Empire will be searching for you! You'll be a marked man, er, woman!"

It takes a few minutes for this rather large and weighty piece of information to digest properly. I turn to my father. His expression is stony, but underneath I see pity, and fear. I also spot resignation, an emotion Laksda used quite a lot with me when I was younger. And when I was older. I was, sorry, am, a rather difficult child. He nods, very slightly. i turn to Jash,

"When do I leave?" 

Can Ariel's village be the one that the Padawans were protecting? The Empire is searching for her father? Is that ok?

Sounds great to me! ^^

Can your charrie schedule an appointment with mine, at the Jedi Temple? 

I'm making Zas and Ariel friends. A. because I kind-of have QE's permission (kind of), and B., because it would be fun to write. 

QE, I'm so sorry if I get Ariel's personality wrong.  

And lastly, sorry this is short.  

Zas~

"I need to borrow your landspeeder. Now. As in, right now." 

"Could I get a please? Or at least a 'hello Zas, nice to see your handsome fa—'" I cut off when Ariel gets the look on her face which means she is seriously considering slapping me.

"Do I have to spell this out for you? I NEED YOUR LANDSPEEDER NOW," she replies, making her voice slow and deliberate. 

"Fine. Take it out for a joyride. Crash into a few windfarms. See if I care." I try to make my tone sarcastic, but the truth is, I really don't care. I hardly go anywhere anyways. So, whatever. Ariel lowers her voice.

"This is serious, Zas." Her eyes flash with a defiant fire that I've never seen in her before. Something about her change of tone and expression whispers; something is off. Something is happening. I debate turning and walking away, leaving her to chase her own problems at high speed, but some long-dead curiousity begins to awake, like a green shoot pushing itself up from a desert. 

"Ariel?"

"Huh?"

"I'll come with you." 

Is it okay if I change my character? I wrote that when I didn't have much time...so maybe just scrap it? 

Here is the new character sheet:

Name: Alexis Lerend -goes by Alex

Age:14 or 15 maybe 16... (I have trouble writing characters that are way older then me cause they sound like kids...so yeah.) 

Status: I was going to make her a Jedi but because I have troulbe writing characters that are way older then my, she'll have to be something else, cause I'm too young to be a Jedi. So... She will be a theif...it fits her character anyway. 

Personality: Funny, brave, wild, crazy, adventurous,hot headed, annoying, ambitious, spontaneous and impatient. 

Background: She is an orphan. Her father was a Jedi but she didn't know it, she has the force but not that strong. (is that okay?) She grew up on  Tatoine and stole for her food.

Appearance: She's really tall, has bright red hair that looks like fire and dark green eyes, wears a long red cloak that comes to the back of her knees and is slightly small for her, black leggins and a black loose top.

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Is it okay if she is one of the  prisoners, Will?? I will write my part after I get an OK on this charrie. 

Thankee ya'll