Welcome to STAR WARS:Knights of the Old Republic RP, an au Old Republic era based board set three years after the events of the kotor game, approximately 3953 BBY. Feel free to look around and say hello. We are accepting both originals and canons.
Sing for the reluctant heroes, I wanna be brave like you
It had been quite a while since she'd seen a proper light source. She felt hungry, cold and tired. She'd been this way for a while. She couldn't put a time to how long it'd be like this, though she could easily count how many meals she'd had, how many times she'd left the room. Her clothes had started to smell bad, she was very often able to grab a toilet. Let alone the fact that she'd felt horrible, her neck was killing her. She knew what was going on, wasn't something easy to sleep on. She wasn't in a good situation, out of all the luck int he galaxy, she'd have to now consider how much this actually happens if she were to escape this fate maybe she can do something in her power to help.
She'd started her day three weeks ago inside the temple training grounds on Coruscant. Drawing like usual, when that became something of a bore she'd left the grounds and wandered outside of the temple with her book and pencils. She felt off, there was a yearning, pulling feeling that seemed to require her attention, she really could off the point tell anyone anything other the alluring scent of something exerting her name. The force felt beckoning her into a direction.
She'd wandered for a while, going through some of the later districts, exactly that though, wandering. She had no destination and only sought out what was calling her. Though her attention was completely taken by this, a group of un-wanted company had taken notice of her and their shady notions were masked by the strong sense that was calling for Alodi.
She made her way towards the feeling, un-aware of the repulsive group that had begun to stalk her. She was stopped, as a strike of lightning hit her senses she found herself aiding instantly to a cry of a child infront of her. Almost instant instinct as she'd bent at the knee, dropping her book and pencils as she'd offer her attention to the child. Though she was so quick to regret as her hands touched what she had thought was a child, ended up being a covered sub-frequency resonator in a disguise. In a close proximity whine she was knocked from her feet, laying completely disorientated on the ground, collecting her consciousness she'd seen the four shadowy figures above her. In an alerted state she'd asked for help, the group returning with laughter. Despite her efforts in her weakened state the group help her up by her arms, hitting her neck with a tranquilizer.
She didn't know how long she was out, though she did awake within a force barrier quarters with three other girls of various race. One Twi'lek, one human and the third was a pinkish skinned Nautolan. The human girl seemed younger then her, the other two seemed a little bit older. She tried to create dialog with the three others several times but it seemed fear gripped them rather heavily. She'd meditate for hours in the quiet, the Twi'lek acknowledged her as a jedi. Though trying to keep it under wraps, the kidnappers eventually found out from her lightsaber they had swiped.
The smugglers were trafficking them for buyers, there was no mistaking the outcome of her being kidnapped. The three didn't take long, the smugglers had buyers meet them on their ship. Keeping Alodi out of the list for a special reason.
They were on their way to sell her to a "special" client. Though she had ample opportunity to escape and get an advantage on her captors, there seemed to be way more then just four of them aboard the ship, including several droids that looked like they were ready for war. The size of the ship from her stretching out with the force indicated that the ship was larger then she'd anticipated. She looked to the force in her long stay upon the ship, her decision to not retaliate was a very calculated decision. She would leave all her will, fate and faith to the force. Believing that the force had something for her, all she had to do was believe.
It'd been a very long time, her treatment wasn't very accommodating. She was beaten a few times, she went without food and water for long periods of time. As if breaking her in, she did too lose a fair focus on time. Alot of her time was spent either meditating or sleeping. She felt weaker as time went on and when it should have beaten her down, her faith in the force restored what ever thought tried to betray her.
Was a curious time however. She'd just been knocked out of her meditation as she'd noticed something wasn't right. What she could gather from intercoms and radios nearby, the ship had been under-attack for a while. The warp-drive had been damaged and half of their engines were locked down for maintenance after a long battle with who ever they were being attacked by. IT seemed they were nearby a friendly system. Small talk between radios had her believe that they had sent a distress beacon hoping for their allies to rally and help them. Alodi still didn't take much care to the situation, she'd return to the middle of the room as she'd continue to meditate to connect herself to the force and explore her situation.
Fal stood on the cockpit. Arms crossed over his chest as every single console chimed, and readouts of information and data displays crossed the screens. Everything from status of the hyperdrive, atmospherical conditions in and out of the ship, status of the hull, oxygen reserves and fuel cell conditions became visible.
"How much longer?" The Jedi heard himself speak softly, as he stood behind the captain's chair. Arms now behind his back as his boots clanged and clicked over the metallic surface of the floor. Not out of impatience but just for sheer information. Even though he felt reassured that the Force would be guiding their path at the moment.
Marle kept her hands on the controls, eyes trained on the displays that instruments brought forth. Either she was focusing as deeply as she could or had decided to simply ignore the Jedi Master altogether. He inclined for the former, after knowing his associate for as long as he did. She only seemed to respond to credits. "Tamaren?" He spoke again as politely as one could ask to a smuggler/treasure hunter.
"Hey... hey now... If you're dying to know you could just use those hooky powers of yours and instantly know right?"
She spoke with a blasé tonality to her voice. Her eyes scanned the radar of her loaner vessel... She hated everything about this little blockade runner. The way she put it, the vessel didn't have enough "ass" to haul some serious payloads. Her baby was worlds away on lockdown... Every credit counted to get reunited with her lovechild...
Her mouth began to water as she read the distress signal, as well as the serial beacon of the vessel. She knew that ship from anywhere, and she knew who owned it as well. She took in a deep breath before a devilish smile overtook her stoic expression... She could smell the credits.
"Hey... looks like someone isn't doing to well right now. Wouldn't it be right up your alley to see if we could lend a hand?"
She turned exposing the distress signal and the ship reading to her company. He was a keep detector of bullshit, she knew that from their first encounter. However, ultimately his jedi-type was one that was always looking for the next soul to save.
Just so happened that this one could be beneficial to them both. She turned back to the control panel setting the ship into auto pilot with the express direction to get close and release the boarding drop.
She walked away grabbing her "special" gear harness from the rack jus outside the cock pit... It was time to get to work.
Sing for the reluctant heroes, I wanna be brave like you
The ship had been un-prepared for this situation it seemed. Alodi sat patiently within her confines. It had a been an awkward few minutes with no sounds or crackles even from the comms sounding throughout the ship. Infact she could feel each living persons aboard the ship moving quite erratically. Something had them stirred. This she felt with a looming spiral of fear. This was something most interesting. She almost couldn't help but chuckle, feeling evil in a way in hopes that there was something about to make their day bad. Though she didn't wish for anyone to be harmed.
As if they were at full alarm, the radio silence was halted, there was orders being given left right and center. For a weird, weird reason there was a human man, in his thirties, jet black hair however his side-burns were as if painted white with white hairs. A goatie black as night to fit his appearance. Long dark red trench-coat hiding a white t-shirt with a bandoleer strapped around his chest and over his right shoulder. Long black cargo pants with a studded black and silver belt with a pistol holstered to it. Alodi could pick out the modifications to a point, from what it seemed he was a very good pin-point accuracy close range gunman. The man finished off his look with large black boots, steel capped, hearing the clinking from the way it weighed down the front of his boots, possibly to help with his accuracy with his fire-arm. Was not a bad looking man but he wasn't winning no universes bachelor awards. Had a nasty scar that ran down his right eye, didn't seem to complicate his sight at all though.
Alodi seemed pleased to have some company atleast even if it were bad company, she was so bored. Though the man seemed to just sniffle angrily before after a long period of silence he'd pace up and down the force fielded quarters. He'd take a hard look at her in her meditative position on hte floor.
"Ok, so i'm going to ask. Since you're not going to say anything." She'd give a rather sensible smile, still at this point even trying to give an impression that she was a bit over everything at this point, though she still wanted to keep her composure. "What.. Do.. You... Want?"
The guy seemed to find some level of humor from what she'd said. She'd give her a quick spike of her index finger in a gun-formed hand as if too acknowledge her in the most assholish way possible. He'd spin on his heels turning to the stairwayed access to the part of the ship she was located. Turning slightly to someone she didn't realize was nearby the corridor out of sight. It was alarming that she hadn't known there was som- droid. It's a droid.. She has droids watching her. The people they're meeting are obviously high-priced. This wasn't a time to start feeling a little scared, though she wasn't going to try and kid herself.
The man stood far back, where the droid was located. Looking back towards Alodi. "Sorry, Miss. You'll have to excuse the technical difficulties" He'd tip his head as doors to the area shut, leaving her now in darkness apart from the force field keeping her prisoner.
The man was known as Jahx Valkeir. Usually known for his profiteering on the worst that usually is to come. He's a not a very nice man, often taking the word known as betrayal as a very easy way to gain profit. The word profit could very well be his middle-name. He generally never runs with the same crew twice. There isn't nothing he'll do for Credits, trafficking of everything to humanoids to exotic wildlife. Assassinations to drugs and he'll even ask for double to kill your grandmother. The man is the very definition of a sore-loser. Hasn't the best of manners and only speaks with terms of profit. Though he's an honest man, never lies directly and is a weasel and a snake.
Though the man does like a clean image, steering clear of the horrible mental image people have of him. "Ahh.. Droids. Maybe i should just have Droids for my team next haul." A rather colourful Rodian stood infront of him. Jahx knew very little in the way of communication with the mostly rodian crew he actually had picked up for this run. He'd only been able to gather what the Rodian wanted. With a hand-wave he'd beckon the Rodian off. He did have a clue at what the Rodian had gotten at though. He'd made his lengthy way back to the bridge, where another human crew member had a set of headphones on. Wasn't much to detail, there was an unknown ship off in the distance and making a very quick pace towards their stricken ship.
Now wasn't the time for a random to make their appearance... There wasn't enough time to fire a warning shot either. "Ohk, stranger. Nows as we have made that impressionable approach towards mah ship 'eres a word a caution. Shove off, ya hear. Any attempt at breaching them bays now, will have a hella lota trouble awaitin. Wouldn't wanna be brewin more trouble for me nows, would ya. The Rahlga (ship) and it's mighty fine crew here would much appreciate it." The I.D. coding for the ship wasn't fast enough being nabbed by the machine. Without even being able to have a proper breath in, putting down the microphone to the loud transmission to the oncoming ship, the damn ships already docked at an airlock.
Jahx felt a mighty powerful sense of familiarity pulse through his being. In some sense people would say this was the force telling him that something was about to go down, as well as a familiarity to the person about to cause it. With a stricken gut with overthinking his situation he'd made his way down to the part of the ship to which the invaders would have to come through. Setting up a few of his rodian pals to sit at the door to make a "more formal" first welcome. Since the transmission was met with a rather rude silence, there was betting the people of the unidentified ship were here for a chat. He'd quickly un-holster his pistol, readying it for one of his crackshots. He didn't have to make a move at all, with the amount of Rodians and other crew he had onboard to be his bantha fodder. His droids were his last line of defense. Less they didn't know what was aboard the ship the better, especially the three rancors on the lower levels tranquilized with constant sedatives.. He had enough room to laugh if this death crew were up to the challenge... Well given he still didn't know how many of them there were.
Fal ignored the course language that Tamaren always seemed to use. It mattered little whether he objected against it or allowed it. Either way, the treasure hunter would do as she pleased, nothing more, nothing less. From their encounter the man had learned very well that she tolerated his Jedi ways as long as there was profit, and he would tolerate hers as long that whatever she had procured that belonged to the Jedi Order was returned back without an incident.
Without saying a word he would follow the woman after the docking was complete. It was a short walk to the airlock. And in every step that the Jedi Master took, in every draw of breath, he felt as how he opened himself to the fountain that was the Force. His senses, so accustomed to the prodigious effects would begin to adjust quickly as a cool wave seemed to expand inside his body, bringing calm and serenity, but also warning of the storm that would come in the form of a skirmish.
Left hand at the ready, the massive Zabrak plucked his hanging lightsaber from his utility belt. Feeling the cool leather and metal, so used to his hand after so many decades, becoming once more one with himself. The airlock objected, opening with a hiss as the walkway umbilical between both ships was revealed. With a commanding step the Jedi Master walked froward.
The Force acting as a guardian and warning of the danger. His lightsaber snap-hissed, and with the all too familiar scent of ozone filling his nostrils, the emerald blade moved with a life of its own, guided by the ethereal powers of the Jedi, meeting the blaster bolt that burnt the greasy air of the ship. With a twist of his wrist he deflected the first, with another with deflected the second, returning the third towards the caster, aiming for the shoulder. "Business as usual with Tamaren then..." The Jedi Master heard himself say.