In the edge of the unknown, a massive steel ship embarks from Corvus Beta, the biggest trading port in the sector. Heading towards a research station in the Allied Republic, 60 candidates were selected to be brought to the labs to run a few tests. These candidates were expected to be dwindled down when the tests are complete, though no one was informed of this. Inside the chambers of the steel beast, lies the soon to be heroes of the galaxy, all selected, now suddenly awake at the same time, getting some sort of sense that danger drawls near...
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"Honor is a fools prize. Glory is of no use to the dead" Game/Dungeon Mastering in: Star Wars Dawn of Defiance Playing in: Three Sisters (The DM is currently MIA) "Everybody gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather take it standing up than when I'm laying down"
The Tannhäuser gate... lights flashing across the dark like falling stars and the hope of a people burning in wave upon wave of astral fire... A stately bronze dragonborn groggily opens his eyes, then snaps to instant awareness, feeling the light static of life flicker across his hardened battle-carapace. Stiffly, he twists his neck until a satisfying crack pings through the room. With a leap, he smoothly rises to his feet and stands, senses alive and basking in the joy of alertness. Still, something... oppressive hangs in the air, like the shadow of a great wing. It reminds him of his experiences in waning hours of the last stand, when the embers of Draconia's civil war faded into the maw of void. Firenze Thadesius, alert and breathing deeply, whispers into the quiet of the room in an impossibly resonant voice.
"...something comes..."
He strides out into the corridor, turning to study both ends of the hall.
Master your weapon, but know that it can be taken from your hand. Clothe yourself in disguise, but know that it can be torn from your body. Train your tongue to beguile, but know that the enemy can cut it from your mouth. Yet above all, trust in the power of your mind, for you carry it with you always. ... ...
An-Ran meditates quietly. Interstellar travel is always too quiet. Pale and powerless, as if all life had been sucked out of the vacuum of the universe, and the rest of the mechanical roaring and navigational beeping falter away at a rapid rate. He silently repeats the tenets he was once taught under the New Crown, until he feels a sudden wave of alertness as he instantly opens his eyes. An-Ran stands up, dressed only in a simply fitted black robe, his slender form blends in the shadow of the night. Opening the sliding door to his chamber, he sees a Dragonborn walking about the hallway. Leaning against the wall with arms crossed, he waits until the other comes close. “Can I help you with something?” He asks lazily.
Hondo, a High Elf with white hair and light blue skin, is sitting Indian style on the cold steel floor. He was selected by the Kevlar Council to perform a few simple tests, a sort of break from his extensive combat tour on Kalashnar. Of course, he went alone and commando, since the Council is a neutral system. Just a few simple tests, then home to Kiros for a few months.
All of a sudden, he senses something. Danger? an intruder? Hondo calmly stands up and opens the door of his cell. He looks out into the hallway and sees the Dragonborn. He says to him, "You sensed it too?"
Cipher sits in her room, leaning over a set of armor laid out on the nearby cot. She is of about average height, with jaw length black hair. She looks roughly human, but those that are knowledgeable about engineering can tell most of her body is cybernetic. Finishing up with the armor, it packs away into a small, easier to carry piece that she can wear on her back. She is dressed in simple clothing; a tank top with black cargo pants and boots, and a pair of dog tags on a chain around her neck.
There had been something in the air recently. It reminded her of the lab. That made her restless. She leaves the room, and seeing to others in the hall, stopped. Her eyes flick between them, sizing them up before walking further down the hall.
"Precognition is a rare ability, even among the Mystics, but I fear a great doom approaches us all. Tell me - for my mind is befuddled with stasis - do you know of any reason why we might be in grave harm? I had thought this transport to be on a safe passage to a remote research facility. Does anyone recall otherwise?"
All of a sudden, the ship shutters and shakes violently. The rumble of a distant explosion is heard. Sirens wail across the ship like those heard on warships, with a dire announcement over the Comms. “Battle stations all crew! Passengers remain calm. Evacuate to the escape pods. We will return for you. Do not panic, proceed in orderly fashion!” With that the ship rumbled as doors opened, people rushing towards the nearest escape pod. A subtle voice in your head tells you that you know who to get in the pod with, as long as there’s a pod left.
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"Honor is a fools prize. Glory is of no use to the dead" Game/Dungeon Mastering in: Star Wars Dawn of Defiance Playing in: Three Sisters (The DM is currently MIA) "Everybody gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather take it standing up than when I'm laying down"
"Why can't anything be simple?" Cipher complains. Her armor expands out of the backpack, spreading across her body. After a few seconds it settles into a suit of power armor. "Let's get moving then shall we?"
In the chamber next to the dragonborn, a young elven man awakes with a jolt, trying to remember how he got here. He groans as his mind produces no clues as to his whereabouts. Trying to drift back off to sleep, his mind races, and he vividly remembers a snippet of his past life... the monstrous figure edging closer to the ship, the initial jolt as it collided with the ship, the panic of the passengers, what seemed like hours of utter chaos and destruction, the wreckage of the ship floating off in space, barely holding on to life as the behemoth approached him... No, he didn't want to live through that again. But maybe he was. Hearing the announcement over the comms, he turns over in his bed as he drowns it out. Here we go, about to die again, he thinks to himself. As the ship shakes he falls out of bed, hitting his head on the floor. Damn it, he almost says out loud. Can't I die in peace? He rubs his eyes and exits his chamber and sees the others congregating outside. "Well, shall we get going?" he asks all of them.
“Not the psionic power I haven’t seen before...” An-Ran mutters under his breath. His body tenses up at the intrusion of thoughts into his mind, but no, the New Crown wasn’t the only one that trained soldiers under the discipline of psionic practice. With loud siren and blinking lights, he eyes his bunkmates deeply, before turning around and sprinting towards the escape pods.
"Come all - we must make haste!" Firenze strides forward boldly, following the flashing decal above the far doorway as an indicator of the proper direction for escape.
Hondo runs toward the escape pods. He sees that the Dragonborn, a human, and another elf are running with him. He gets to Escape Pod 4, the one he sensed. He points to the other elf, "You, elf, you are with me." He turned to the other two, "You two stay together, I have this feeling that we will need each other."
The young brown-skinned elf blindly follows the other elf, he thought he heard Hondo was his name? It didn't matter; if Hondo... or whatever his name was... had the feeling, he should probably follow along with it. "Uh... catch up with you later... I guess?" he says to the dragonborn and the human who are with them. "That is, given we don't die." He turns towards the escape pod, hopping into it first before helping Hondo in.
Before passing through the threshold into the pod, Firenze stands still for a brief moment, head bowed, and passes his hands over his face in an odd gesture while muttering under his breath. He then moves into the pod and starts to strap himself in.
Hondo is sitting in the control seat, prepping the escape pod for ejection. "Alright, everything looks in order, we would escape without any problems." He turns around to look at the elf. "Well, let's take a look at...." Hondo looks at the elf as though he looks familiar. "Fallin? Is that you? "Hondo beams a smile and goes to give the elf a firm handshake. "It is good to see you, comrade. It's me, Hondo. Hondo Moonriver from the Kevlar Academy."
Fallin smiles shallowly as Hondo recognizes him. He rejects the handshake, instead simply saying, "Good to see you too. You should probably be focusing on getting us out of here instead of rebuilding our friendship." He swallows his words as he remembers himself and Hondo at the academy. "Not that that isn't also important." He flips a few switches as they prepare to launch from the ship, before strapping himself in. "I thought you'd have forgotten me. Or at the very least thought I was dead."
“Are you still sore about not getting selected for Spec Ops? That wasn’t my fault, you know.” Hondo turns back to the controls of the escape pod. “I never forget a brother in the service.”
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In the edge of the unknown, a massive steel ship embarks from Corvus Beta, the biggest trading port in the sector. Heading towards a research station in the Allied Republic, 60 candidates were selected to be brought to the labs to run a few tests. These candidates were expected to be dwindled down when the tests are complete, though no one was informed of this. Inside the chambers of the steel beast, lies the soon to be heroes of the galaxy, all selected, now suddenly awake at the same time, getting some sort of sense that danger drawls near...
"Honor is a fools prize. Glory is of no use to the dead"
Game/Dungeon Mastering in:
Star Wars Dawn of Defiance
Playing in:
Three Sisters (The DM is currently MIA)
"Everybody gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather take it standing up than when I'm laying down"
The Tannhäuser gate... lights flashing across the dark like falling stars and the hope of a people burning in wave upon wave of astral fire... A stately bronze dragonborn groggily opens his eyes, then snaps to instant awareness, feeling the light static of life flicker across his hardened battle-carapace. Stiffly, he twists his neck until a satisfying crack pings through the room. With a leap, he smoothly rises to his feet and stands, senses alive and basking in the joy of alertness. Still, something... oppressive hangs in the air, like the shadow of a great wing. It reminds him of his experiences in waning hours of the last stand, when the embers of Draconia's civil war faded into the maw of void. Firenze Thadesius, alert and breathing deeply, whispers into the quiet of the room in an impossibly resonant voice.
"...something comes..."
He strides out into the corridor, turning to study both ends of the hall.
Master your weapon, but know that it can be taken from your hand.
Clothe yourself in disguise, but know that it can be torn from your body.
Train your tongue to beguile, but know that the enemy can cut it from your mouth.
Yet above all, trust in the power of your mind, for you carry it with you always.
... ...
An-Ran meditates quietly. Interstellar travel is always too quiet. Pale and powerless, as if all life had been sucked out of the vacuum of the universe, and the rest of the mechanical roaring and navigational beeping falter away at a rapid rate. He silently repeats the tenets he was once taught under the New Crown, until he feels a sudden wave of alertness as he instantly opens his eyes. An-Ran stands up, dressed only in a simply fitted black robe, his slender form blends in the shadow of the night. Opening the sliding door to his chamber, he sees a Dragonborn walking about the hallway. Leaning against the wall with arms crossed, he waits until the other comes close. “Can I help you with something?” He asks lazily.
Hondo, a High Elf with white hair and light blue skin, is sitting Indian style on the cold steel floor. He was selected by the Kevlar Council to perform a few simple tests, a sort of break from his extensive combat tour on Kalashnar. Of course, he went alone and commando, since the Council is a neutral system. Just a few simple tests, then home to Kiros for a few months.
All of a sudden, he senses something. Danger? an intruder? Hondo calmly stands up and opens the door of his cell. He looks out into the hallway and sees the Dragonborn. He says to him, "You sensed it too?"
Cipher sits in her room, leaning over a set of armor laid out on the nearby cot. She is of about average height, with jaw length black hair. She looks roughly human, but those that are knowledgeable about engineering can tell most of her body is cybernetic. Finishing up with the armor, it packs away into a small, easier to carry piece that she can wear on her back. She is dressed in simple clothing; a tank top with black cargo pants and boots, and a pair of dog tags on a chain around her neck.
There had been something in the air recently. It reminded her of the lab. That made her restless. She leaves the room, and seeing to others in the hall, stopped. Her eyes flick between them, sizing them up before walking further down the hall.
"Precognition is a rare ability, even among the Mystics, but I fear a great doom approaches us all. Tell me - for my mind is befuddled with stasis - do you know of any reason why we might be in grave harm? I had thought this transport to be on a safe passage to a remote research facility. Does anyone recall otherwise?"
All of a sudden, the ship shutters and shakes violently. The rumble of a distant explosion is heard. Sirens wail across the ship like those heard on warships, with a dire announcement over the Comms. “Battle stations all crew! Passengers remain calm. Evacuate to the escape pods. We will return for you. Do not panic, proceed in orderly fashion!” With that the ship rumbled as doors opened, people rushing towards the nearest escape pod. A subtle voice in your head tells you that you know who to get in the pod with, as long as there’s a pod left.
"Honor is a fools prize. Glory is of no use to the dead"
Game/Dungeon Mastering in:
Star Wars Dawn of Defiance
Playing in:
Three Sisters (The DM is currently MIA)
"Everybody gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather take it standing up than when I'm laying down"
Hondo feels that sensation again as if he already knows what to do. "Alright soldiers, you heard him, everybody, into the escape pods!"
"Why can't anything be simple?" Cipher complains. Her armor expands out of the backpack, spreading across her body. After a few seconds it settles into a suit of power armor. "Let's get moving then shall we?"
In the chamber next to the dragonborn, a young elven man awakes with a jolt, trying to remember how he got here. He groans as his mind produces no clues as to his whereabouts. Trying to drift back off to sleep, his mind races, and he vividly remembers a snippet of his past life... the monstrous figure edging closer to the ship, the initial jolt as it collided with the ship, the panic of the passengers, what seemed like hours of utter chaos and destruction, the wreckage of the ship floating off in space, barely holding on to life as the behemoth approached him... No, he didn't want to live through that again. But maybe he was. Hearing the announcement over the comms, he turns over in his bed as he drowns it out. Here we go, about to die again, he thinks to himself. As the ship shakes he falls out of bed, hitting his head on the floor. Damn it, he almost says out loud. Can't I die in peace? He rubs his eyes and exits his chamber and sees the others congregating outside. "Well, shall we get going?" he asks all of them.
“Not the psionic power I haven’t seen before...” An-Ran mutters under his breath. His body tenses up at the intrusion of thoughts into his mind, but no, the New Crown wasn’t the only one that trained soldiers under the discipline of psionic practice. With loud siren and blinking lights, he eyes his bunkmates deeply, before turning around and sprinting towards the escape pods.
"Come all - we must make haste!" Firenze strides forward boldly, following the flashing decal above the far doorway as an indicator of the proper direction for escape.
Hondo runs toward the escape pods. He sees that the Dragonborn, a human, and another elf are running with him. He gets to Escape Pod 4, the one he sensed. He points to the other elf, "You, elf, you are with me." He turned to the other two, "You two stay together, I have this feeling that we will need each other."
The imperious dragonborn looks at the augmented humanoid and flares his nostrils slightly. "Very well. But quickly now!"
The young brown-skinned elf blindly follows the other elf, he thought he heard Hondo was his name? It didn't matter; if Hondo... or whatever his name was... had the feeling, he should probably follow along with it. "Uh... catch up with you later... I guess?" he says to the dragonborn and the human who are with them. "That is, given we don't die." He turns towards the escape pod, hopping into it first before helping Hondo in.
Cipher shrugs and follows the dragonborn to the escape pod.
Before passing through the threshold into the pod, Firenze stands still for a brief moment, head bowed, and passes his hands over his face in an odd gesture while muttering under his breath. He then moves into the pod and starts to strap himself in.
Hondo is sitting in the control seat, prepping the escape pod for ejection. "Alright, everything looks in order, we would escape without any problems." He turns around to look at the elf. "Well, let's take a look at...." Hondo looks at the elf as though he looks familiar. "Fallin? Is that you? "Hondo beams a smile and goes to give the elf a firm handshake. "It is good to see you, comrade. It's me, Hondo. Hondo Moonriver from the Kevlar Academy."
Fallin smiles shallowly as Hondo recognizes him. He rejects the handshake, instead simply saying, "Good to see you too. You should probably be focusing on getting us out of here instead of rebuilding our friendship." He swallows his words as he remembers himself and Hondo at the academy. "Not that that isn't also important." He flips a few switches as they prepare to launch from the ship, before strapping himself in. "I thought you'd have forgotten me. Or at the very least thought I was dead."
“Are you still sore about not getting selected for Spec Ops? That wasn’t my fault, you know.” Hondo turns back to the controls of the escape pod. “I never forget a brother in the service.”