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Fanfiction / Darkness Beneath
« on: September 10, 2012, 11:50:47 PM »
“And, Stay down!” The armored assailant yells over the roar of the Coruscant underworld. Crimson blood pools around the old mans head, soaking into the the weathered walkway. His shoulder is charred where A blaster bolt found its mark, and he bleeds out of multiple knife wounds. His nose is broken where A solid kick hit it. A group of the low lives circle him like birds, picking at the scraps. His few possessions, gone. The old man, looks up, makes a muted motion with his hand, and falls back into the pool of blood. A thug kicks him in the side. No movement. The birds, done picking with their meal, retreat to their speeders. After they are gone, the only sign that they were ever there, is an old man in a brown robe, laying dead in the walkway.

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Thump! Step, Step. Thump! Step, Step. Thump!

Nole Outlander walks slowly through the streets. The pounding in the back of his head, never ceasing to annoy him. He finds himself walking down an empty side street overlooking the speeder lanes. Everything has become a blur. The only constant, the thumping in the far reaches of his mind. Everything is dusty and decaying. A dense layer of filth fills the air. Little light reaches down into this part of the city planet. What little does, only makes the dust and decay more prominent. Each step he takes labors through the air until it hits the ground.

Thump! Step, Step. Thump! Step, Step. Thump!

He vision blurs even more. All he knows is that what he's looking for, whatever it may be, is ahead. A dark blob appears on the walkway. The shapes and colors muddle, becoming more and more clear as he approaches. He picks out A host of shapes. A circle, and A rough rectangle. “A head and body” Nole thinks, picking out the legs and feet in the blur. Around the figure, A substance pools. Now, he can pick out individual details. The liquid appears to be originating from the person. Blood, he realizes. The mans disfigured nose. The tears and rips in his once clean, brown robe. The charred area surrounding the majority of his shoulder. The thumping increases in his head.

Thump! Step. Thump! Step. Thump! Step. Thump!

The blood now pools around the fabric Nole uses for shoes. The life of the man bleeds through and makes contact with his feet. Cold as ice, it sends a shiver up his spine. The gruesome scene before him does not disturb Nole. Murders, robberies, and rapes are common in the lower levels. Just another person in  the wrong place at the wrong time. The mans hand lays at an angle that makes a small gesture towards the buildings that lay along the walkway. The thumping increases to a fever pitch.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

He turns, looking toward the wall. Nothing stands out. He leans down on one knee. Nothing stands out. He lays on his stomach. Nothing stands out. A speeder passes overhead, and A piece of polished metal glints from inside A cracked open maintenance hatch at the base of the walkway. He tries to clear his head, to push the thumping away. Reaching inside, he uses his back legs to force more and more of his arm inside. His fingers brush along a smooth cylinder. He pushed harder, grabbing the object and pulling out of the hatch. The thumping returns, louder and at the forefront of his mind.

THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP

He fingers brush over the cool metal, picking out each feature by touch. At one end, A cap. At the other, what feels like an emitter of some sort. Near the middle, A button he assumes is the activator. He weighs it in his hands. Heavy. The object is oversized in his hands. Orientating it so the emitter is facing out, he thumbs the activator...

Snap-Hiss.....

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PC and Console Gaming / Minecraft Mandalorian server.
« on: May 17, 2012, 01:41:38 AM »
Ok. I have made a minecraft server with a mandalorian theme. Me and a member of the mercs moderate it and are currently setting up the first town and making star wars themed things. One of these things being a skyhook. If anyone on here would like to join the server. Please proceed here: http://mercs.firespray.net/forum/index.php?topic=51151.0

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Boba Fett Mermaid
« on: February 20, 2012, 11:23:54 PM »
Now in new Blured version!


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Mandalorians / Bull Osik: Quotes from other Forums
« on: February 09, 2012, 01:20:40 AM »
I have decided to put this up to show what goes on against us in other forums. (Well not us, but mandalorians and Travis)

By a guy on the Jedi council forums:
DEAR KAREN TRAVISS,

While I have enjoyed the general storyline of your books, you need get something straight.

3 clone troopers, even if they are nulls, ARE NO MATCH FOR AN ARMED JEDI KNIGHT OF EVEN MEDIOCRE SKILL, EVEN IF SAID JEDI IS CORNERED! In the 501st book, you even had a Spartti clone as the hero in a 3 v 1 battle against a lone Jedi.

You have elevated the Mandos as "almost Jedi" but without the force, and that just isn't the case.

Also, I sometimes feel like there is too much conversation, like a high school student who is adding non-relevant data to meet a required word count.

So anyway, back off on the "Super Mando" stuff.

Sincerely,

SENSORED

Posted under the topic, what do you think of the Republic commando Novels?:
I think these are the weakest books out there, along with the Clone Wars novelizations and a third of the Legacy of the Jedi series (Guess which third). Any thoughts?

Douchebag:
It appears that if I mention the author of these books by name, I get banned, so lets just call her the author.

I hate these books. I think the author is, hands down, the worst Star Wars author ever. Her books are boring, she invents new Jedi powers left and right like she has never read another Star Wars book. And I am sick of her writing in a different language, forcing the reader to be constantly looking up words. Does anyone else feel this way? I'm sick of how she is now writing just about EVERY Star Wars book out there. Does she have some strange contract with Lucas Books, or does Lucas Books actually like the crap she writes? Thoughts?

Under the same topic
I hate the LotF as a whole even when there were good books in the series. It's the overall thing that counts. Sure, the Mandos were an annoying group of authorial pets, but compared to the ending of the series and the mess Invincible left things in I think the glorification of Mandos is not a big deal. Jacen's death and the flop ending are.

In my opinion, the first RC book was pretty ok.

It's ok though! He thought the RC books were pretty OK.

Post any more you find here.

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General Star Wars / What is your battle cry?
« on: February 05, 2012, 03:06:04 PM »
If you were charging into battle, What would your battle cry be?

Mine would be " Vode An! Today we fight!"

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Role-Playing / Brothers All : The Hunt
« on: January 25, 2012, 10:18:39 PM »
A group of Mandalorians,Clones, And Droids travel across the galaxy in the modified 3-Z light freighter, Brothers All.  looking for work, they will take any job. Escort,Search and Destroy,Defend,Capture. You name it, they'l do it. Set during the Rise of the Empire era. Starting Location: Everyone is gathered in the ships central hub. A message of a 2 million credit bounty has been sent out.
Now, All characters must use their forum name. An exception can be made if that persons Forum name cannot be used. In that case, it will be used as a nickname. Also, your species is also dependent on your name. I.E. I'm a clone, Drake is a Mando, And 899 is a droid. If you would like, you can tie in a previous RP as part of your characters history.

Name: RC-1499 A.K.A Det
Age:Human-14 Clone-28
Race:Clone
Appearance: Jango fett clone.  Scar across cheek and miscellaneous other wounds.
Armor: RC-Armor, Green stripes. Range finder. Worn out belt with lots of pockets. Bandoleer with grenades and ammo.
Weapons: Modified Z-9 Rotary blaster, Gauntlet Vibroblade. Grenades and extra ammo. Knife. 2 DC 17s.
History: Raised as a Republic commando. After his squad was killed, he was moved to Crimson Squad, The time between The records for Crimson squad are unclear between the start and end of the war. Now serving as the most experienced person with explosives on the ship Brothers All
Personality: Kind to people he has met, but shy to everyone else. Would much rather be blowing Osik up than eating at a caf.

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / T-shirt production interest thread.
« on: January 24, 2012, 07:20:28 PM »
I am looking for people to either donate art or get a percentage for their art. Post here a sample and whether you will donate or take percentage.

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / T-shirt production
« on: January 20, 2012, 08:29:27 PM »
Yes, I know there is already a thread for this. But, I am going to start production of these shirts. All the money I earn I will use to fund my Mandalorian costume. I do need designs to print and will be contacting Some of the artist on the forum. I also have a good moto for the back. "We aren't Jedi" tell me what you think of it and submit any artwork.

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / My Armor
« on: January 20, 2012, 12:20:18 AM »
I have decided to follow in the footsteps of Mereel and build my own kit. I have a list of parts ready and will start asap. I appreciate any tips you guys have.

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Role-Playing / The Shadowed Death (DEAD)
« on: January 17, 2012, 07:07:44 PM »
Set during the GCW On the imperial interdictor cruiser Shadowed Death. A group of tie pilots struggle as comrades are killed and war rages around them. Anyone interested?

Name: Dylan Sunrider
Sex: Male
Age:21
Race: Corellian (Human)
Weapons: Blaster Pistol, Fusion cutter
Ship: Tie Fighter
Height:6'5
Weight:190 pounds
Appearance:short brown hair, brown eyes, young face, slightly muscular. Wears imperial uniform.
History: grew up on Corellia until 6 and moved to Amorris. Was drafted into the Imperial Military. Entered Pilot academy at 19 and graduated with high marks. Has served on the Imperial Interdictor  Shadowed Death for the last year as the leader of a Tie fighter squadron.
Personality: Naive, youthful, rebellious, kind.


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Role-Playing / Star wars Space battles
« on: December 17, 2011, 11:10:11 PM »
I have set this up as a new forum game. People will submit their own ship and will be matched by another similarly sized ship. I will write a short story (1-5 paragraphs) of the battle, give it a rating to each ship, and determine the winner. This will be a tournament system. Each ship must be star wars realistic and from the SW universe. NO crazy add on's. You may have fighters in a large cruiser. If you are displeased with the outcome of the match, you may ask for a rematch. I will ask Drake to help me on some of these.

Let the battle begin!

Current match: Vlet Hansen's Keldabe-class battleship VS. PaperHat's Venator-class Star Destroyer

BTW: if you want, you may name your ships.

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General Star Wars / Star wars Space battles
« on: December 15, 2011, 11:06:45 PM »
I have set this up as a new forum game. People will submit their own ship and will be matched by another similarly sized ship. I will write a short story (1-5 paragraphs) of the battle, give it a rating to each ship, and determine the winner. This will be a tournament system. Each ship must be star wars realistic and from the SW universe. NO crazy add on's. You may have fighters in a large cruiser. If you are displeased with the outcome of the match, you may ask for a rematch. I will ask Drake to help me on some of these.

Let the battle begin!

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Clone Wars Era / Mandalore "CW or RC?"
« on: November 30, 2011, 09:46:51 PM »
Which do you think is canon?

I think the RC version. The CW one is just wrong.

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General Star Wars / Celebration VI
« on: November 29, 2011, 11:06:30 PM »
Who is going?

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General Star Wars / Star wars dance idea
« on: November 27, 2011, 01:36:24 AM »

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Fanfiction / Red Eclipse
« on: November 26, 2011, 09:06:13 PM »
“We have your next assignment.” My master explained


My mind wandered as my master started to explain. I had been a Jedi for two days. “I must stop calling him master, I am no longer his padawan.” I thought.


“Jake, are you listening?” My master asked “You must pay attention if you are to succeed.”


“Yes master Ren, I am listening”


“Good.” He said “Now, you must go to the planet Dyneria and inspect some strange events. We expect sith involvement, but we are not sure.”


“What should I look for?” I asked


“anything unusual” He said, in the tone he had when he was unsure. “ It could be a simple as a break in, or as evil as a mass murder.”


“I will leave immediately” I stated “I’ll take my starfighter and...”. “Wait” he said, his hand in front of me “I have transportation arranged. For this mission, you must not draw attention.”


I don't like going anywhere without my starfighter. But, I agreed and headed for the cargo ship heading for Dyneria. Light glared off the hull of the modified freighter. The freighter had seen better times and wasn’t the best thing to look at.


The ride was uneventful, and the man beside me smelt like bantha poop. The planet, like the freighter, had seen better days. Most of the land was sand and rock. What wasn't rock had plants on it. The small spaceport sat perched on a plateau and led down into the small village. The spaceport was filled with people begging for water. Hiding my face under a plain cloak, I made my way out of the ship and into the port.


The shock wave hit me and I flew forward into the wall. The force softened the blow and I landed onto the floor. The room spun for a moment until I shook my head to clear it. The freighter sat on the pad  with the top and side ripped out and smoking. Seats landed on the sided of walls around the pad. My ears were still ringing. I ran towards the freighter while people ran away. I reached out through the force. “Good” I thought. “No one was killed.” The ground became scorched and littered with debris as I neared the wreckage.


The wind billowed through my cloak as I stood examining the wreckage. The explosive had been placed inside the ship and the piece of the hull had been ripped outward. Peoples cloths and luggage lay strewn around the ship. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a hooded figure walking toward the exit. I tried to sense him through the force, but all I could sense was metal and circuits. “A droid!” I realized. I moved towards it and followed it down into the town. It seemed not to notice me. It moved between the shacks and building, no doubt intending on loosing any pursuit.


Leaving the town, I dodged in and out of rocks, following the droid. It wound in and out of paths, riverbeds, and long forgotten building. It ended at a cave. It entered and I followed, staying in the darkness of the cave wall. After about 100 meters of cave, a light shined through a doorway. The droid entered the door. I dashed through and was momentarily blinded by light.


“Who are you?” A voice asked, filled with artificial venom. But also something kind lay underneath.


“I am a Jedi knight.” I stated “and who are you?”

“A Jedi! Here?!” The voice said, surprised.

My eyes adjusted and cleared. The room was large and rectangular. It had a bed in the corner and a stack of books on the nightstand. A small kitchen lay along the wall with another door and couch beside the door. The source of the voice, a young dark haired girl around my age,18, wearing simple farmers cloths, lay sitting on the bed with a book open.


“Leave Jedi, before I decide to kill you.” She had risen from the bed and stood in front of me, lightsaber hilt in hand.


“Why are you hurting these people?” I asked. I knew I had said the wrong thing as she approached. Her hair waved around her as she activated her lightsaber. Its red blade hummed to life.


“Leave now, and you wont be hurt!” She yelled. She sounded frightened. I activated my lightsaber and entered a defensive stance. She jumped into the air and out blades clashed.

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Role-Playing / Crimson Lead
« on: November 26, 2011, 06:23:41 PM »
Set during the clone wars, Crimson Squad,Comprised of a group of survivors from various units 4(RC's and a Pilot), Must comlete missions no other sane person would attempt in the name of the republic. Currently on the republic cruiser Valiant, meeting for the first time. Lets see how this story develops 8)

(My character)

Name: RC-1499 (Don't judge me!) AKA "Det"
Race:Human (Clone)
Apperence: Six feet tall. Scar across cheek. Brown hair. Brown eyes.
Armor: Green striped running down middle of knee and arm plates. Bandoleer of explosives and ammo. Green Republic symbol on back of armor. Rangefinder. Upgraded Visor and comm. Has a belt with a lot of pouches. 
Age: 12 clone years (24 human years)
Family: His brothers and seargent.
Equipment: Bandoleer. Upgraded Z-9 Rottary blaster. Rangefinder. Stimulants, rations, and miscilanious gear.
Vehicles: Custom swoop bike.
Skills/Class: Heavy Weapons/ Explosives
History: An RC since birth, showed a love of destruction after "Accidentaly" destroying an observation platform during a simmulation. Trained to be a mandalorian, he hums a mandalorian battle song before each mission. Is kind to his brothers and friends, will destroy anyone who gets in his way. 
Affiliations:Crimson Squad

I need 3 more RC's,The Pilot, and maby the seargent

Post your character below.

This is my first RP, so i  hope this is a good start.

BTW: Thank you all for the welcome to the forums.

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This story is awesome. (Not written by me)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4704509/1/

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