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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)
Sorry if this has already been asked... but are you Curio? This is addressed to Jela.
(July 21, 2016 - 11:39 am)
Jela, are you Brookiera?
(July 21, 2016 - 11:41 am)
I can't wait for the next part!
(July 22, 2016 - 1:39 pm)
AHH! Sorry I haven't commented at all, Jela, but I love this!
(July 22, 2016 - 3:34 pm)
yeah. Just stomp. It'll be ok. Ooh.
(July 23, 2016 - 6:41 pm)
Jela! *holds lightsaber to Jela's neck* POST MORE OR ELSE!!! Umm, please.
(July 23, 2016 - 7:04 pm)
Thanks for topping this! I haven't been able to post new days becuase (hint who I am coming here) I have been on vacation! Leafpool should know this one XD.
And no, I am not any of the people that you have guessed. I should be able to post by next Wednesday. Could you guys keep this topped for me? Thanks!
(July 23, 2016 - 7:07 pm)
Um... hm, sorry I don't. Maybe Leeli? But she only came back a couple days ago.
(July 24, 2016 - 1:47 pm)
Sounds like Windswift.
(July 25, 2016 - 8:26 am)
One word: Lobsters. XD
(July 25, 2016 - 9:37 am)
*unleashes Crazy Side*
JUST POST ALREADY I DUNNO WHO YOU ARE!!!
#H*$W(YHFCVNOERK:QLFMP!OOOOOO#FJMQP"#JF *@! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*goes on knees and begs* PLEASE WRITE THE NEXT PART!!
(July 25, 2016 - 9:50 am)
Sorry, guys. I'm staying with friends until Tuesday, and then I have to write a paper draft, and then I have to type it. But I'll be waiting for a layover flight for three hours, so I probably will have it done soon. I hope.
(May 'da force be with you. Peace out.)
(July 25, 2016 - 6:18 pm)
B-but..*sobs*
lol, it's okay.
(July 25, 2016 - 8:48 pm)
Jela, you arern't Icy or Novelist, are you?
(July 26, 2016 - 5:52 am)
Hello, everyone! My deepest apologies for taking so long to write this! On the plane home from Maine, I had a serious case of wrtier's block...... Not even kidding when I say that the only thing I could think to write was "We are now at cruising altitude. You are now free to move about the cabin." Anyways, here it is. Oh, and I'm going to make all you padawan a full Jedis, to avoid confusion with masters and such. Hope that's ok.
(any hints located in the last paragraph were completely intended)
Day four~
"Brook! Can I talk to you for a minute?" Chinchilla hurried along a corridor in the rebel airship, blue eyes wide with innocence. Brookeira turned around. "Sure! What's up?" Chinchilla pulled Brook into a nearby room. "Brookeira. Are you sure we chose the right side?" Brook immediately let her right hand drift over to her lightsaber. Chinchilla laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Brookeira's spine, and widened her eyes innocently. "What, having second thought?" Then she pulled out a green lightsaber, which flickered for a moment before turning red. Brook gasped and snarled "Traitor." Her blue-green eyes turned to chips of ice, and she lunged at Chinchalla, pulling out her sea-green lightsaber as she did so. Chinchilla laughed and blocked Brook's blade, locking their weapons in a fusion of red and cold, green sparks. Brookeira noticed with a jolt that Chinchilla's eyes had turned a nightmarish shade of red, and seemed to crackle with electricity. Chinchilla suddenly pulled her lightsaber away and lunged at Brook, who managed to block and counterattack. As did, she heard someone's voice echoing down the hallway. "Chinchilla, it's time for you and Shadowmoon to go!' Chinchilla whipped around, catching Brookeira off guard,and knocked her out with the hilt of her lightsaber. "I'll deal with you later" she snarled, and she used to the force to punch Brook out of sight. A millisecond later, Danire walked into the room, light brown eyes lit with excitement. "You ready, Chinchilla?" Chinchilla grinned. "Definitely."
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Brookeira woke up with a splitting headache. She opened her eyes and lay there for a moment, staring at the blank, white ceiling. Then, she remembered what had just happened. Jumping to her feet, she sprinted out the door, running with every ounce of energy she possessed. Maybe, if she could reach the hanger before Chinchilla and Shadowmoon....... She on an extra ounce of speed, and burst insto the control room. "The ship! Did it leave?" Everyone in the room turned to her. Sydney gasped "Are you OK? We've been looking for you for ages!" Brook slumped to the floor. "Chinchilla. She's a Sith. She attacked me...." Danie gasped. Leafmist facepalmed and groaned "I knew it." Jela frowned. "Their ship just left, and we can't comunicate with them." Novella grimaced. "I guess there's no going back now." Leafmist nodded somberly. "Truer words were never spoked."
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Claria opened her eyes, and found herself in her cell. She sat up, and noticed with a jolt that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. She was the only one in the cell. She grimaced. She was getting a smug sense of satisfaction from her twin Sith sister, Clara. Reaching into her robes, she pulled out a small communication device. She pushed a button. "Icy, Azea, this is Claria. Do you read me?"
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"Icy, Azea, this is Claria. Do you read me?" Icy bolted into a sitting position and pushed a button on her astromech. "Loud and clear. Is there anything you can't smuggle?" "As of yet, no. What happened to you?" Icy sighed. "I just woke up all alone, without you or Azea. She doesn't have a comm device." Icy paused. "Uh oh, works time. Got to go." "Stay safe." "Bye." Icy slipped the astromech into her robes, and three storm troopers marched in to escort her to work.
(July 29, 2016 - 7:17 am)