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You are curled up on your favorite easy chair, eating popcorn and watching "The Empire Strikes Back" Luke is currently screaming "Nooooooo!!!!" You roll your eyes. Having Darth Vader as a parent would be AWESOME, and you don't really see what there is to complain about. Just as you are thinking this, your TV explodes. You jump up, spilling popcorn everywhere, and are about to pull a Luke (Nooooooo!!!) when two small ships burst in through the open window. It's the Millenium Falcon and the Death Star, and they're each about the size of a coffee mug. They're having an epic shoot out, and some of the stray shots have hit the TV and other things in the room. You cringe. Your mother is not going to be happy about that vase. Then you turn to the dueling ships. "What the hut is going on here?!" The ships stop fighting and turn to you, hovering at about chest height. Then, the Millenium Falcon drops to the floor, and the hologram of a women dressed in long robes appears from where the top has slid away. She has large, hazel eyes, long auburn hair, and a sense of grace and elegance about her. She bows at the waist. "Greeting. My name is Jela Gantu, and I have come to ask for your help. The valency is under threat from Darth Tyranus and the Republic, and the Rebel Alliance is weakining. We have heard of you "CBers", powerful beings that inhabit the planet earth. If you choose to help our cuase, then place your hand on the blue orb. You will be immediately transported to the rebel base. Please help. You're out only hope." Then, with that famous (yet somewhat altered) phrase, Jela dissapeares, and the Millenium Falcon turns into a glowing blue orb that hovers at about chest height. You are about to reach out and touch it, when the Deathstar suddenly undergoes the same transformation as the Millenium Falcon, dropping to the ground and sliding away its top, reavealing a red-tinged hologram. This hologram is of a young women, with glossy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and black armor over a slim black jumpsuit and cape. She grins evilly. "Hello, CBer. I am Darth Tyranus. If you are seeing this now, then my little Death Star has followed the Jedi's tiny, silly Millenium Falcon. I imagine that Jela has already given her pathetic little speech, asking for help. If you would like to respond to that sad little cuase, then fine. Do so. But if you would like to join the more powerful side, the winning side, the touch the red orb. The choice is yours, and yours alone. But, for your safety, and for the sake of not having ME as an enemy, I highly suggest you join the Darkside. See you there." With that, the Death Star turns into a red orb and floats next to the blue one. They make a strange contrast, and it almost seems like the light from each orb is trying to outdo the other. You grin. You know where your loyalties lie. And, without hesitation, you reach forwards and grab an orb. Then, the world around you dissapears in a flash of light, and you are on your way towards an adventure.
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So, this is like a hybrid between a ski lodge and a story that I write. It's a story in that, you know, it's a story, but it's like a ski lodge beacuase I'm not doing MCs and such. Up to twelve people may join! You can be any race with any pesonality, but I would prefer is you kept your CB name to some degree. You can modify it if you wish. No Æs or CAPTCHAS please. Here's the charrie sheet, and have fun!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Republic or Rebels:
Other (Jedi, bounty hunter, ect): 8u
Weapon:
Hamilton?:
submitted by Jela G., age Star Wars!, Rebel Base
(July 15, 2016 - 9:12 am)
(July 15, 2016 - 9:12 am)
That was amazing!!! Thank you! Awesome job!
(July 17, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
My CAPTCHA says "bgwy" Big way? I don't get it.
(July 17, 2016 - 7:00 pm)
*claps hands together cheerfully*
MORRREEE! The girl with dirty blond hair? Me, correct?
(July 17, 2016 - 7:52 pm)
Yup! For the revolution!
My CAPTCHA says "hdvt" HD tv? I wish.
(July 17, 2016 - 8:11 pm)
Ooh, this is cool! Haha, Hamilton reference. (Somebody said Farmer Refuted was a funny song on some thread, so I decided to listen to it. Lin-Manuel Miranda is a lyric-writing genius.)
Nice job, Jela!
*gasps* Fflewddur said "unto"! That's a word! "Once more unto the breach." ...What am I even quoting?
Oh. Apparently Shakespeare.
(July 17, 2016 - 8:43 pm)
AAAAAWWWWWEEEEESSSSOOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STAR WAAAAAAARRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!
(July 18, 2016 - 9:54 am)
Is it ok if I join?
Name: Riri Lolama
Age: 14
Apperence: Choppy black hair, short, skinny, fair skinned and has a slight blush on her face. Wide green/blue eyes that sparkle like jewels.
Personality: Quiet, brave, always fiercely determined.
Republic or Rebels: Rebels!
Other: Jedi
Weapon: Laser gun and a glowing, sleek, black sword. Every now and then she breaks out her blue lightsaber and uses the force.
Hamilton: What's that?
Second character!
Name: Clara Seek.
Age: 16
Apperence: Red hair, pale skin, freckly, violet eyes that shine bright whenever she has an idea.
Personality: Strict, a little kind, strong.
Republic or Rebels: Republic.
Other: She is a Darth.
Weapon: Red lightsaber, the force. Her apperence. She often acts as a spy.
Hamilton: Still don't know what that is.
(July 18, 2016 - 3:09 pm)
I think you should let her-we need more republic....
Although currently I'm technically in the Republic because I'm being held captive and forced to make droids for them (I'm a huge mechanic), but I'm a Rebel.
(July 18, 2016 - 5:56 pm)
Glad you liked it Leafpool!
So, I won't be able to post today, but I hopefully will post tomorrow!
ps. Icewolf, would you mind only having 1 charrie? They're both awesome, but it might be a little hard to write in two of you.....
(July 18, 2016 - 7:43 pm)
Jela, are you Mirax? How 'bout, um, er, uh, eh, wild guess here, Will T?
(July 19, 2016 - 5:50 am)
Ok, here's the new day! Icy and Mirax, you will be introduced tomorrow, and Icewolf, I think I'll use your Sith charrie, if that's ok. If not, I haven't written her in yet, but I would prefer to use your Sith.
Day two~
"Welcome, CBers, to the rebel base!" Jela Gantu was standing in front of the group of seven CBers, a hint of a smile on her face. "I'm going to introduce you to the Jedi counsel. They were a little doubtful that my plan would work, but now it has, and I need to show you to them. You need to make a good impression. Now, follow me." The Cbers nervously followed Jela into a large, white room where several counsel members sat staring at them with stony expressions. Strain and exhaustion were clearly written across their faces. Jela bowed. "I shall now introduce you to the Cbers" She waved her hand, and Brookeira stepped forwards. Bowing at the waist, she said "Greetings, esteemed counsel. I am Brookeira, and this is my padawan, Danie." Danie stepped behind her mentor, eyes lit with excitement. Brook bowed again and stepped aside. The others introduced themselves in the same manner. Novella, with her wavy black hair and brown eyes, and her mentor, Chinchilla. Leafmist, with her slender frame, bright green eyes, and long, red hair. And finally Shadowmoon, the only non-human of the group, a black Twi-lek with purple markings on her face and head tentacles (which I'm just going to point out are called Lekku) Leafmist couldn't help noticing something rather off about Chinchilla. Although her blue eye shone kindly from under her long, blonde hair, Leafmist felt that there was something deeper, something darker, hovering just beneath the surface. Leafmist shook her head, dismissing the thought. She must be imagining things. Chinchilla was kind and gentle, she couldn't possibly be a spy. Right?
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Chinchilla sat watching the others, her mind racing. When the time had come to choose sides, she had grabbed the red orb. But she had been transported to the rebel base, with a message from Darth Tyranous tucked away in her boot.
"Kill Brookeira. She is a threat."
She had grinned. She had her mission. She would not fail.
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Azea gritted her teeth as the Pilot IV was pulled in by the tractor beam. She was being captured by on of the Republic's huge battles stations, and she had never know anyone to escape on of those alive. A voice crackled through her radio. "Greetings, bounty hunter scum. You will be taken to our newest recruits. Do not try to escape, or you will be terminated. Have a nice day." The radio message ended with an ominous crackle, and Azea say in silence for the rest of the trip.
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Leafpool strode out to meet the bounty hunter, who was being led out of her ship at gunpoint, a small BB8 unit rolling behind her. Leafpool was rather taken aback by the ferocious look in her gaze. If looks could kill....... Leafpool walked up to her. "What is your name?" "Azea Fett." "What are you doing here?" "Why is that any of your business?" Leafpool resisted the urge to slap the girl across the face. Just as she was about to answer, Daisy strode imperiously up behind her. "That doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is if you choose to join the Darkside." She turned to Azea. "Will you? There will be great rewards." In response, Azea spat on the floor in Daisy's direction. "Is that enough of an answer for you?" Daisy rolled her eyes. "Very well. Guards, take her to a cell with the other two rebels." As Azea was paraded past the two evil Cbers, Leafpool did not hold back. She slapped Azea across the face. Hard. Azea absorbed the impact, and barely avoided toppling over. "That's for spitting" she hissed, and she grinned as Azea was led down the hall, head held high and cheek burning.
(July 19, 2016 - 7:23 am)
Oh yeah, forgot to add, sorry if that was a little harsh.
Also, I probably won't be able to post for a week from Wednesday. I'll be writing paper drafts, though, so I'll try to compensate as soon as possible.
(July 19, 2016 - 7:25 am)
It's great! And my character is harsh, but I love it! More of the harshness!
(July 19, 2016 - 9:40 am)
This is so cool...I watched A New Hope last night because of this (you know it's been a while when your sister thinks Han Solo's name is Obi-Wan Kenobi) and I realized I need to appreciate Star Wars more. It's pretty awesome, and so is this story!
Also, it's okay for the story to get harsh sometimes. It happens. I mean, it's the Dark Side. If it wasn't a little dark, it would be inappropriately named. :-)
(July 19, 2016 - 9:38 am)
No... Chinchilla! I knew I smelled a rat! Or rather, a chinchilla!
Please don't kill me, I have a smol Danie to look after. You wouldn't want to leave my smol Danie without her mentor, would you?
But seriously, please don't kill me. I love this story and want to be a part of it.
(July 19, 2016 - 12:38 pm)