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Title: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 11, 2011, 11:43:05 PM
While I know we have that whole 1 active RPG per person, I'm setting this up as a test case for a new style of play, playing with a DM, or Dungeon Master as it's formally known. When using the DM system, one player, i.e. me, controls the world and what happens to the characters. While the players take the actions, the DM formulates the response of the NPC's and the world, within reason. While DMing is usually used with table top RPGing, it can be easily formatted for the text style we use.

~Story~                                                                

Two years before the entrance of the Jedi into the Mandalorian War lead by Revan, the Mandalorians were crushing resistance to their conquest. Not all enemies were slain my the Mandalorians, and some even put into prison/work camps to help supply the Mandalorian war effort. This is the story of one such group and how they came to escape such a place together, and survive a harsh, war-torn galaxy.

~Characters~                                                            

Player: Drake Vhett
Name: Horace Rad
Age: 36
Occupation: Smuggler
Description: A man of medium height and slim build, he is quite nondescript with his scraggly brown hair and beard, and his dull green eyes. His face bears a patch of healed burns on the back right of his jaw and no other scars. He often wears a green-brown trench jacket(like a trench coat but smaller and more pockets, used by aviators) over his grey shirt which always manages to be half tucked into black pants secured to brown boots. He wears blue tinted aviators when the mod strikes him.
Personality: A quick witted and often snide man to his detractors, he is quite a comedian to his friends and comrades.

Player: Talo
Name: Geric Grey
Age: 40
Occupation: Suspected Spy
Description: He stands at 1.8 meters tall, with dull grey eyes accurate to his name and short brown hair.
Personality: A secretive man without any compunction about using violence to protect his thoughts, his demur attitude and sarcastic remarks often leave others off guard.

Player: Noldorin Mando
Name: Bal Emosn
Age: 41
Occupation: Resistance Fighter (currently POW)
Description: A short man, Emosn stands at a diminutive 5' 6'', but has the broad build of an agricultural worker. Captured on a raid, Emosn still wears his worn olive green combat uniform and Republic-issue combat boots. His hair has grown to the nape of his neck in captivity, split by a scar on his scalp that runs to the midpoint of his eyebrow over his blue eyes.
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Emosn demands respect from those he works with, and is slow to trust. However, he takes the slightest betrayal as a declaration of war, and has, in his opinion, few friends and enough enemies to conquer the Galaxy ten times over.

Player: N-11 Commander Ordo
Name: Narsic Givenar
Age: 35
Occupation: Commando in the Republic resistance forces (Current POW)
Description: Average height, although muscular as any SpecOps trooper would be. Blonde hair, Ocean gray/green/blue eye color.
Personality: A hard, professional man with a get-the-job-done attitude, although has been known to be laid back and sarcastic at times.

Player: Laney97
Name: Drad Kolz
Age: 22
Occupation: Smuggler
Description: With a very large build and tall apperance, Drad also has some burns from previous smuggling runs as he prefers to purposely get into a chase rather than do what most do.  He wears the same green flight suit every time he is doing a run. His eyes are blue with dark brown hair. His spiked hair also adds to his very imposing apperance.
Personality: Even though he understands alot, Drad isn't very good at talking, but is very serious towards his enemys and very helpful and kind to comrades.

Player: Eparavu
Name: Dha'bev Shiskel
Age: 27
Occupation: Professional bodyguard
Description/personality: A maroon devaronian with a permanent grin. His lithe build is unusual for his species, as is his sunny demeanor, which masks the sorrow he feels when around bloodshed. One of the galaxy's remaining crusaders, he made a living providing protection to wealthy merchants and politicians. He joined the neo-crusader movement at the behest of a client who supplied them with weapons. When it was discovered that his client was selling to the Republic as well, he was executed. Dha'bev's resulting revolt and attempted defection led to his detainment and planned execution. He waits with a dour patience, plotting his exit and the retrieval of his armor.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Noldorin Mando on June 14, 2011, 05:07:13 PM
Player: Noldorin Mando
Name: Bal Emosn
Age: 41
Occupation: Resistance Fighter (currently POW)
Description: A short man, Emosn stands at a diminutive 5' 6'', but has the broad build of an agricultural worker. Captured on a raid, Emosn still wears his worn olive green combat uniform and Republic-issue combat boots. His hair has grown to the nape of his neck in captivity, split by a scar on his scalp that runs to the midpoint of his eyebrow over his blue eyes.
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Emosn demands respect from those he works with, and is slow to trust. However, he takes the slightest betrayal as a declaration of war, and has, in his opinion, few friends and enough enemies to conquer the Galaxy ten times over.

Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 15, 2011, 01:40:10 PM
OCC: I have to try some RP, and I know alot about how some smugglers work. I might have stretched it a bit too far, so I'll downplay it if asked by the DM.

Player: Laney97
Name: Drad Kolz
Age: 22
Occupation: Smuggler
Description: With a very large build and tall apperance, Drad also has some burns from previous smuggling runs as he prefers to purposely get into a chase rather than do what most do.  He wears the same green flight suit every time he is doing a run. His eyes are blue with dark brown hair. His spiked hair also adds to his very imposing apperance.
Personality: Even though he understands alot, Drad isn't very good at talking, but is very serious towards his enemys and very helpful and kind to comrades.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on June 15, 2011, 02:53:49 PM
Dude, your character cannot be a Mandalorian in a Mando prison camp. The way this story is set up, there shouldn't be any Mando characters.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 15, 2011, 03:01:13 PM
I mis-read it. Fixed.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 15, 2011, 03:20:17 PM
We have to start on the 21st since Talo is away for 10 days.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 15, 2011, 04:34:02 PM
This is exactly how I always tried to run RPs... excellent.
player: Eparavu (duh)
Name: Dha'bev Shiskel
Age: 27
Occupation: Professional bodyguard
Description/personality: A maroon devaronian with a permanent grin. His lithe build is unusual for his species, as is his sunny demeanor, which masks the sorrow he feels when around bloodshed. One of the galaxy's remaining crusaders, he made a living providing protection to wealthy merchants and politicians. He joined the neo-crusader movement at the behest of a client who supplied them with weapons. When it was discovered that his client was selling to the Republic as well, he was executed. Dha'bev's resulting revolt and attempted defection led to his detainment and planned execution. He waits with a dour patience, plotting his exit and the retrieval of his armor.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 16, 2011, 01:12:34 PM
We have to start on the 21st since Talo is away for 10 days.

Fine by me. I can't really do much until my new illness is gone. Doctor says it shold be gone within a week.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 16, 2011, 01:16:17 PM
What a party we have. This will be great.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 19, 2011, 11:22:30 AM
Best ever.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 19, 2011, 11:24:41 AM
Don't spam the bloody topic.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 19, 2011, 11:26:53 AM
Sorry.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 19, 2011, 11:30:42 AM
Kid, what do you think spam is? A one word post is spam. I don't care for your apology or require it. What I do require is for you to stop spamming, and not just in this topic, but every other topic where you make posts of this ilk.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 19, 2011, 11:39:46 AM
Kid, what do you think spam is? A one word post is spam. I don't care for your apology or require it. What I do require is for you to stop spamming, and not just in this topic, but every other topic where you make posts of this ilk.

Calm down. Look, I was saying sorry, to make peace and other random crap. And erm... people don't understand this usually but having a good go at people who go off-topic is kinda like doing it in itself. Just saying.

So, can new players join or will we just start on the 21st without letting new ones join?
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 19, 2011, 11:54:06 AM
Kid, you need to learn when to drop something before you make is a bigger issue. I suggest you drop it now and take your false politeness elsewhere.

We're staring the RP on the 21st. I rarely turn away players, but I'm looking at one I'm considering to kick out right now.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 19, 2011, 12:06:41 PM
Udesii guys.
Let's put a damper on it until the rp starts.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 21, 2011, 11:38:04 PM
Geric Grey
The sound of a closing door jarred you awake from your slumber. Rather, your induced slumber. You were being lead along, somehow moving on your previously unconscious feet, through a camp filled with mandalorians. Each glared at you as you reached a metal gate, topped with barbed wire and flanked by towers. In each tower a repeater was aimed at the inside of the camp. You move your hand to find it is bound. Upon further tactile inspection you find one finger is covered in ink, while the back of your right hand bears the bump from a injection. You arrive at the gate to find it opening. The sun blinds you as you and your guard step through.

"Get in there spy" the mandalorian sneered at you. He kicked the back of your knee and pushed you forward. You fall on your face, your arms still tied behind you. A gate shuts behind you, but you are unable to see anything from your position on the ground.

Bal Emosn

The slight light cracking through the cargo container you slept in with the other POW's wakes you. You hear some commotion at the gate before the large metal doors slam shut. The smell of a dead body is pungent inside the container. The pull yourself to the crack to view a bit of the gate, only to see a bound man face down on the ground. The early morning breeze pushed against your face.

Narsic Givenar

The stirring of the man across the cargo container from you and the thunk of a body hitting the ground a ways away wakes you. The slam of the gate starts awake the rest of the occupant, save for one who smelled putrid. His eyes were bloated and his skin pale. He must have died during the night, the yellow wound on his collar showing his killer, infection. Looking about you notice a man at the crack that was left at the cargo container's door, letting some air in. Not enough to compete with the stench of a dead body, but some.

Drad Kolz

You snap awake as a mandalorian kicks the metal cot you are sleeping in. The fall out the side, only to be kicked by the mandalorian in the stomach. You gasp as the air leaves your lungs. The mandalorian lifts you by the arm as another does on the other side. They drag you to a line of detainees being processed. Most look like soldiers, covered in wounds ranging from stabs to massive burns. Each looks filled with anger or sorrow. The look of the rebelling and defeated. A few others seem to be different sorts, smugglers, spies, local resistance, civilians, you know not. You bump into a man wearing nondescript cloths, though the style gives you pause. A green-grey jacket over a a grey shirt, half tucked into black pants, rife with pockets that look like they've been opened recently and searched. The garb of a smuggler.

Horace Rad

Rad held up his hands as he walked down the ramp. Over a dozen rifles were trained on him, and just as many turrets on his ship. He sighed as he walked down the ramp hands still in the air. A mandalorian yanked his hands down behind his back, securing them with cuffs as another removed his blaster from the inside of his jacket. The mandalorian found three others, two blades, and a death stick case.

"Been trying to quite for ages, but those things are so good they'll kill me" he smirked. The mandalorian punched him in the mouth.

"Shut up smuggler scum," he sneered. "you're just in time for processing, it just opened"

"When's the local brothel open? I'll drop in and see your mother. Maybe open up your sister too" Rad sneered. Those comments earned him a punch in the stomach.

"Shut it scum" the mandalorian replied angrily.

"I'll shut your wife's mouth around my..." was all Rad could say before he was head-butted. He decided to wait until he could see again to speak. That took quite a while. He finally blinked away the dots to find a man bumping into him.

Dha'bev Shiskel

"What should we do with the traitor?" a voice asks from the other side of the door. You see nothing in the darkness, the light in the cell having burnt out long ago.

"Shoot 'em in the head" another voice, this one very base and gruff, suggested.

"Hang him by the neck until his feet stop kicking" another, more smooth and sophisticated, replied.

"We could let him go in the main camp. See how long he lasts" the first voice ponders.

"I'm in. Twenty credits on two hours" the gruff voice exclaimed.

"I say four days" the sophisticated voice challenged.

"A week. I say a week, he used to be one of us" the first finished. You were suddenly blinded by a bright light. and yanked out. Finding yourself on a catwalk ten feet above a camp, you suddenly noticed the ground was getting closer. Then blackness.

OOC: If you want a different color tell me, but it can't already be in use.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 22, 2011, 10:09:59 AM
Dha'Bev kept his eyes clenched, absently feeling at the tips of his horns.
Well, all in one piece, more or less.
He forced his feet underneath himself, and strained against his aching muscles to stand and face his surroundings.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 22, 2011, 11:02:33 AM
Dha'bev Shiske

Stretching before you is a mass of cargo containers, strewn about as if hap hazardly thrown around by a giant. Each container was coated in rust, moss, graffiti, or some combination of the three. Filth and grim seems the permeate the camp as much as a feeling of dread, sorrow, and expectations. Upon inspection your more immediate surroundings you notice pockets of mangy, unwashed people peaking out and around the containers in your direction. There is a path to your left, front, and right.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 22, 2011, 12:58:12 PM
Dha hooks his thumbs into his waistband, and wanders off to the right. He keeps his head low so as to promote inconspicuity, but also to lean into a dash should the need arise.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 22, 2011, 01:19:16 PM
Dha'bev Shiske

You find yourself confronted by a pair of large humans. While not as tall as you, they are twice as wide you. The pure girth of their muscles almost screams 'wall', or 'mountain' at you. They cross their arms and stand side by side. They manage to take up the entire alley, their shoulders almost touching the sides. One peers up at you, a full head shorter than you.

"Who are you? Republic soldier, smuggler, merc?" the man asks. The other looks you up and down, evaluating you.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 22, 2011, 01:31:46 PM
Dha'bev put on an expression of "who, me?".
He rubbed the back of his head, trying to put on a winning smile despite the array of sharp teeth.
"Bodyguard for hire, actually. Turns out protecting a traitor makes you a traitor."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 22, 2011, 01:43:42 PM
Dha'bev Shiske

"That makes you mandalorian then, does it?" the man asks, narrowing his eyes. The other rests his hand on his belt, obviously on some sort of weapon, but you can't tell what it is. A few more humans gather around you, interested in the possibility of some revenge.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on June 22, 2011, 02:57:14 PM
Narsic carefully moved away from the bloated corpse, and made his way towards the man who had just been thrown in with them. He was grateful for the chance to get outside into fresh air, away from the putrid mixture of excrement, sweat, dead bodies and battle wounds that infested the sleeping quarters.

The rest of the camp was waking, beginning to take notice of the new prisoners received during the night. Narsic was sure he'd run into them soon enough, he didn't have any need to go searching for them. It's not like he had limited time on his hands.

He approached the new prisoner.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 22, 2011, 03:11:06 PM
Drad was helpless and couldn't do anything apart from take what the mandalorians threw at him. When he was left in the line, still trying to get back his breath, he snarled under his breath, "One day..." before bumping into a man he recognized as one of his own - a smuggler.

"So, risks of being a detainee are in the job discription, hey?" He said carefully. This man could, of course, just be any of the random beings in the camp, just dressed like his profession. "What's your name?" He asked. If he could befriend a smuggler here, he might make it out un-scared. He needed an allie - a friend.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 22, 2011, 03:19:31 PM
"Who said anything about a mandalorian? I was meatshielding for a weapons runner who decided republic money was just as good as neo. Our kind captors didn't think so."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Noldorin Mando on June 22, 2011, 05:13:30 PM
Bal Emosn propped himself up on his elbows and scowled at the bound man before him. The others were beginning to move, driven by the commotion. Glancing over his shoulder, Emosn saw a fellow prisoner crawl towards him. Pulling his tattered shemagh from around his neck, Emosn wrapped it around his face to stifle the smell of decomposition from the back of the container.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 22, 2011, 06:12:39 PM
Narsic Givenar

You find yourself next to another prisoner, a shemagh around his face, obscuring his features. You push the opening to allow you to see the new arrival, who was still face down. The man beside you glances at you before returning his gaze to the new addition to the camp.

Horace Rad & Drad Kolz

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a simple freighter captain, transporting supplies to refugee world." Rad said. He glanced at the kid next to him critically.

"Captain Johnathon Farseen, East Tatooine Shipping Company," he said winking. He stepped forward as the line slowly moved."You?"

Bal Emosn

You see a few men approach the new arrival. They seem to have the intent of robbing the man. One has what appears to be a knife fashioned out of a piece of container and leaves for a handle, the rat-like man holding it scampering slowly toward the prone man.

Dha'bev Shiskel

"Well then, you ought to 'ev said you were a merc. Way you introduce yourself you make someone think you're a mando turncoat" the second man said, letting his hand fall. The two men parted, allowing you by. Continuing down the alley made by the cargo containers, you find yourself in a market of sorts. How this could exist in a prison camp was a testament to the greed of people. Vendor's selling meds, food, smokes, blankets, and more were aplenty.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on June 22, 2011, 06:25:25 PM
Narsic was debating whether to move in and assist the new prisoner. Chances were, the new guy was a fellow Mando-opposer, but getting involved in something could be dangerous.

He looked back at the man next to him with a raised eyebrow, asking the unspoken question. 'Are you going to help?'  Recieving no real response, vocal or otherwise, Narsic decided to intervene. He could easily handle the little sewer rat, even if he was armed. The tricky thing would be letting it go unnoticed by the guards and friends of the rat, who were skulking off in a corner barely within view.

Crawling out of the container and standing up, Narsic took two quick steps and was standing over the man on the ground.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on June 22, 2011, 07:38:07 PM
"I wonder what passes for cash in this squalor" Dha'bev muttered, glancing in-obviously at the wares around him. "Maybe I can find a nice, shiny shank."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on June 23, 2011, 01:11:45 PM
{{OOC: I don't know whether that last part was for me. If I get it wrong, I'll edit it. But I guess it was...}}


"Erm... Drad. Drad Kolz." Drad put his hand out for shaking whilst moving in-line with him. "East Tatooine, eh?"

He thought for a moment, thinking whether or not to tell him everything. The big thing about him - He was more of a smuggler for a contract. He'd work for anyone. He'd do a run and then find a new contractor. Unless the current employer offered something new, of course. He chanced it. "I worked for them once. Good payment, too. Anyway, I drift, more or less. New contract, new employer, new payment. Basically a merc of the frieght-jockeys." Drad laughed, thinking of the irony.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on June 24, 2011, 11:47:28 PM
OOC: We  are currently waiting for Talo, as his input is needed for Nold and N-11 to progress, and I don't want Laney and Eparavu to get too far ahead.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Talo on June 30, 2011, 01:19:26 AM
OOC: I've been gone for two full weeks actually, and I'm in the middle of a move right now so spare time is limited. But here's a post to keep things moving.

OT: Geric Grey struggled to sit up without the use of his hands, realizing he was in imminent danger but still slow in coming to. Looking up he noticed what exactly what the threat was: several figures approaching him one with something that was vaguely metallic in the individuals hand.

Sighing Geric called out to the characters coming towards him: "Do you need something? Because I have nothing to offer."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on July 11, 2011, 08:25:08 PM
Horace Rad & Drad Kolz

"Right. How'd you end up a mandalorian prisoner?" Rad asked the kid critically.

Narsic Givenar

As you approach, the man finally sits up, and calls out,

"Do you need something? Because I have nothing to offer". The rat-man freezes, eyeing both of you. His friends, three humans and a twi'lek, approach.

Dha'bev Shiskel

"Sir, care to browse my fine wares? I have a wide variety of items for sale, including food, weapons, even some, 'entertainment'" a Duros asks.

Geric Grey

You see the rat-man freeze, and his friends, three humans and a twi'lek, join him. Another human seems to be moving toward you, but is not part of rat-man's group.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on July 11, 2011, 08:28:21 PM
Shiskel eyed the buln-headed alien warily.
[What goes for currency around these parts?] he wondered to himself. [Better not ask; be just as bad as stripping down and screaming I AM NEW HERE]

"What is the going rate for some passable knuckle dusters?"
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on July 11, 2011, 08:36:24 PM
Dha'bev Shiskel

"Eh, half a food pack, a pair of blankets, a medical syringe. Depends on what you've got" the Duros muttered.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on July 12, 2011, 12:04:37 PM
"Half because I hate them, half because I was caught smuggling around there turf." Drad said. "How about you?"
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on July 12, 2011, 12:36:26 PM
"Let me get back to you on that."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on July 30, 2011, 12:31:00 PM
"Sh*t." 

Narsic swears under his breath. The fool had brought more attention upon himself. Here goes nothing.  He thought as he made a few quick steps and stood between the man on the ground and the rat-pack.

Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Noldorin Mando on August 14, 2011, 10:33:01 PM
Emosn sighed and followed his impromptu ally. "Get him into the container. We can deal with them better with a choke point." He growled, pulling off his shemagh. In combat it could easily be siezed and used to drag Bal down to be killed. Shoving it into his shirt, he bent his knees, ready to scoop up the seemingly-wounded man into a carry and sprint for the container.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on August 14, 2011, 11:37:22 PM
OOC: First lesson of RoH, I'm going to be very conniving and actively try to kill you if you are not attentive. If you want your character to look around, say, behind them, you have to tell me, lest they get blind-sided. Or, if you want to try and see if someone is lying, you have to mention that you are looking for the signs of a liar. Things like hitting and enemy, spotting a lie, hacking a computer, will be decided on a dice roll. If it's even, you are successful, if odd, you fail.

Narsic Givenar & Bal Emosn & Geric Grey
The men of the rat pack begin to circle you in a clockwise direction, and glance between you, the man on the ground, and the man who has moved beside you.

"Get him into the container. We can deal with them better with a choke point" he growls as he pulls down the shemagh around his neck and tucked in into his shirt. He moved toward the man on the ground as if to pick him up only to be grabbed in a bear hug from behind by a Twi'lek. You feel the point of a sharp object poking under your armpit

Horace Rad & Drad Kolz

"Kid, I'd keep comments like that to myself. Bandying about anti-mandalorian slogans won't be good for your health," Rad said to you. He glanced at the head of the line, only one person in-between you and the processor. "I was running bantha furs to the inner ring in exchange for medical supplies for Tatooine. I happened to be in the wrong gravity well at the wrong time" Rad added. He held stepped forward to have his picture taken.

"Name?" the bored mandalorian asked. Rad tried to glance at the picture that had been taken.

"Did I take a good picture? I've been told I'm very photogenic" Rad smirked, receiving a rifle but to the side of his knee for his trouble.

"Name?" the mandalorian asked again.

"Captain Johnathon Farseen, East Tatooine Supply Company," Rad said. "No need to be so rough. Only trying to liven the mood" he mentioned as he was pushed toward the gate.

You are pushed toward the processor. A quick picture is taken and the same boerd mandalorian asked you,

"Name?"

Dha'bev Shiskel

"I will be here all day, ready to trade quality goods with you my fellow" the Duros said.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on August 15, 2011, 12:01:24 AM
Narsic tried to grab the man on the ground, but before he could make a move, a he felt a sharp object in his armpit. With a sigh, he froze and turned.

A new member of the rat pack, whom Narsic had seen with them before, had come up from the other direction, and now had a makeshift knife to his skin. He exchanged a few quick glances with his recently acquired ally. Narsic hoped he was a competent fighter, for this would surely end in a scuffle.

"What do you want, bantha breath?" Narsic asked the dirty little man with the knife. He kept a sharp eye on his limbs, lest he get struck unexpectedly.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on August 20, 2011, 04:44:20 PM
"Worse the guys can do is poke me," Drad said, "I have rights." Then Drad was put infront of the processor, and he asked his name. "Drad. Drad Kolz." Anythig else you want from me?" He was playing it cool. He didn't want to reveal his employer. He'd lie if he had to, maybe picking one someone else had said. Drad waited for the next question.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on August 21, 2011, 01:23:10 AM
Narsic Givenar

"You shouldn't stick your nose where it don't belong. Give me all your stuff, and maybe I won't stick you" The man sneered back, holding out his other hand expectantly.

Horace Rad & Drad Kolz

"Next" the mandalorian said in a monotone voice. The guards pushed you toward the gate as well.

"Kid, you think you have rights? This is a mandalorian prison camp, you don't have any rights. They keep places like this open so they have a labor force, nothing else. You cause trouble, they kill you. They think you have information they need, they work their way through your fingers until you tell them. You don't have any rights. To them, you're no more than a bantha" Rad said dismissively, shaking his head.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on August 22, 2011, 03:57:31 PM
"Well, it was nice meeting you, if you can call this place nice." Drad said, ignoring what had just been said. "Hope to see you again sometime. If we live long enough, of course." He looked away, wondering what to do next.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on August 22, 2011, 04:04:49 PM
OOC: Laney, we're standing before a closed gate surrounding by mandalorians. There's no walking away.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Laney97 on August 23, 2011, 04:50:09 PM
OOC: Okay, editing...
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Eparavu on August 28, 2011, 12:32:56 PM
Dha'bev removed his shoes, checking the bottom for dung as more of a totemic gesture than anything. He waved them invitingly at the merchant.
Better to sell them now than mugged for them later. Plus it saves taking them off if I need to kick someone in the snoot.
"I will trade you one of these for a pair of knuckle dusters. I will give you both if you can tell me where I can rest my horns without needing a weapon."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: N-11 Commander Ordo on September 04, 2011, 01:44:20 AM
Narsic rolled his eyes at the man. "Please, what the hell do you think I've got on me? We are currently in a prison camp, if you hadn't noticed. With your intelligence, it wouldn't shock me, though."
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Noldorin Mando on September 08, 2011, 09:59:26 PM
Emosn cursed his stupidity momentarily, then gathered his wits and moved to sieze the Twi'lek's lekku as hard as he could and smash his heel onto the man's instep. If it worked, his opponent would be incapacitated by pain, and his dilema would be enough to attract the attention of his allies and allow Bal's companion to escape and sieze their fellow captive. With any luck, they could make it back to the storage container and hold the mob off from there.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Talo on September 12, 2011, 10:44:22 PM
Geric backed away from the melee looking for a chance to bolt.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Cassa_Mirdala'Kotep on October 19, 2011, 08:10:59 PM
Here is my bio.  :)

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Ternna Nerprin (mother) is an opera singer,  Zaken Torms (father )is a Senator ( Elder sister) Kelte Torms is in politics and elder brother Jekt Torms is working on his acting career.

Rysati Torms is considered the odd ball of the family, too smart for her own good, went into medical school and left home. Ended up on the Colony as one of their Doctors. When the Mandalorians turned the place into a prison camp. She was allowed to keep being a Doctor as long as she didn't cause trouble. She treats both the Mandalorians and the prisoners injuries when she's allowed. Rest of the time she's the 'entertainment' for one of the Mandolarian keepers.

Rysati is 28 years old, 5'2" Human,  with Dual colored eyes, right eye light green, left eye golden brown. Auburn hair kept in a braid most of the time. When it is loose it is wavy-curly down to her knees. She has a light tan complexion with freckles here and there. She's fit but not a real fighter. She uses her head. Can be stubborn specially when treating a patient. Likes to laugh when there is something to laugh about. Doesn't like crying infront of others and avoids that at all costs. When on duty she's allowed her usual Doctor's gear, simple tunic shirt and pants and lab coat. When 'entertaining' she wears whatever her keeper provides.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Drake Vhett on October 19, 2011, 08:16:29 PM
OOC: For you....yes.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: Cassa_Mirdala'Kotep on October 24, 2011, 10:12:35 PM
Rysati,s fingers moved quickly as she finished closing the wound on the leg of the patient in front of her. It had been a nasty gushing thing caused by a very long blade. Now though it was nearly closed and she was going to wrap the leg in bacta bandages. The Bacta tank was currently occupied by another patient in more need of speedier recovery. She stood back from the newer patient and gave a small grin. "Rest and keep that clean." Though she knew it wouldn,t be completely up to the guy once he was outside he was fair game to the others. Still he was allowed time to recovery. Folks couldn't work if they died. Rysati walked over to the sink cleaned her tools and hands and put the medical tools into the sanitizer. She sat down in her chair and waited.
Title: Re: Remnant of Hope
Post by: ScreechTheMighty on December 31, 2011, 12:46:49 AM
((Player: Screech The Mighty
Name: Ren Anansi
Age: 21
Occupation: Street Magician/Thief
Description: Ren is slightly taller than average, and thin. He has shaggy red hair and green eyes. Also has freckles, and some scarring on the left side of his mouth. Usually smiling.
Personality: Ren has a talent for mischief and lying. He prefers to use words over weapons, but is willing to fight if he must. He's talkative, but rarely reveals anything about himself. While he claims to be loyal only to himself, if he likes you, he'll help you out. Occasionally gets in situations that are way over his head (hence the prison camp thing).))