[IC] Star Wars - Decreed [Mature]

[DuchessLivilla]

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

The year is 10 BBY. For nine years the Empire has been tightening its grip on the galaxy. What Jedi that survived Order 66 have fled into hiding for their own safety, taking with them the knowledge and history of their order. The Empire has found plenty of willing recruits to bolster its ranks; from ex-slaves, politicians and smugglers to everything in between, all eager to take whatever they can get...Or just to avoid being harmed themselves.

It seems however that the Emperor has grown bored with the softly-softly -if it could be called that- and a new decree has been dispatched to all corners. It will no longer be possible to 'toe the line' and pay lip service to the Empire. Every citizen of the galaxy must now be registered as a supporter or enemy of the Empire. Those that are labeled as enemies, and those that refuse to be registered, are to be captured or killed on sight.

Stormtroopers and loyal officers are being dispatched to every known planet to catalog and register locals. The net is closing in on those who wish to be free from Imperial influence and control.

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Spoiler: Character Cards 

Spoiler: Irate 

Name: Shakara Meddika
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shakara stands at about six feet tall, with ear-length black hair and light grey eyes. He's usually seen wearing Sith robes, with the exception of the cloak, in which case he wears his Serennian cloak instead.
Alignment: True Neutral
Force Sensitive: Yes
Race: Human
Homeworld: Serenno
Weapon(s): 2 lightsabers, slugthrower.
Starship: Black Corellian YT-1300, "Spirit of Serenno"
Personality:
History: Shakara was one of the two Meddika princes of Serenno. At a young age it was apparent he was force sensitive, and at the age of ten, became a padawan. And what later exiled from the Jedi order two years later after learning several dark force techniques. Since then he has continued training in lightsaber dueling, as well as becoming very proficient in both light and dark force powers, but not attaching himself to either Jedi or Sith.
Recently, he has been tasked to locating Jedi and those on the run from the Galactic Empire and offering them asylum on Serenno.
Miscellaneous:

Spoiler: KRC 

Name: Malakai Burnlaye

Alias: Kai

Age: 32 (biologically) 182 (chronologically)

Gender: Female

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7c/67/55/7...dd4a50d2cb.jpg

Alignment: Lawful Good

Force Sensitive?: Yes

Race: Human

Homeworld: Star Fury

Weapon(s):
Left Vambrace Lightsaber shoto
Blue blade
Right Vambrace Lightsaber shoto
Green blade

Curved Hilt Lightsaber
Silver blade (using her specially modified lightsaber crystal)
Curved Hilt Lightsaber
Silver blade (using her specially modified lightsaber crystal)

Starship?: No

Personality: A Renaissance woman, Malakai is relatively humble and matter of fact about her abilities. She is usually casual about anything that goes on but is deadly serious about the welfare of her people, and about combat situations.

History: History: Malakai was born to two Corellian couriers/smugglers on their ship the Star Fury. During a routine trip gone wrong, the Sparrowhawk had to make an emergency barely controlled landing. They would have been killed by the people who shot them down if it were not for a Jedi saving them. The Jedi came to their aid because Malakai was strong with the Force. They reluctantly gave Malakai over to the Jedi for training. As a Jedi Initiate, she was described as gifted with raw Force skills. When she passed the Initiate Trials, she was picked by Nawos Ra a female Cathar. For the next decade Nawos taught Malakai what it means to be a Jedi, they are not heroes, they are not saviors, they are servants to Force and the people. She showed incredible skill in building & using lightsabers.

After training for a decade, Malakai underwent the Trials of Knighthood and passed. Malakai was knighted. She took on Dot Rhund a female Nautolan as a padawan a couple of years later. She trained Dot for ten years, Dot passed the Trials of Knighthood. Since Malakai was able to successfully train a Padawan who was able to successfully pass the Trials of Knighthood she was promoted to Master. She took time off from training one-on-one to training the younglings. She was named Jedi Battlemaster. In her spare time, she built lightsabers perfecting her technique, and creating new designs. Her specialty was the ability to temper kyber crystals, so it reflects the user’s connection with the Force. By doing that the color and the length will vary depending on the Jedi using it. Her skills at crafting lightsabers became renowned within the ranks of the Jedi and the Sith. So much so that on the rare occasion she left the Jedi Temple on Coruscant she was captured by the Sith to create lightsabers for them. She initially refused.

When the Sith made it became clear that failure to comply would lead to the death of innocents she reluctantly complied. It wasn’t her finest work, but it was good enough to pass the Sith’s inspection. She also hid a transmitter into each of the Lightsabers she gave to the Sith. She built two lightsabers for herself in secret. She built them into her vambraces. Since she had to build them in secret, she couldn’t modify the kyber crystals the same way she normally would and with the limited space the blade had to be shorter than normal. To prevent her cortosis armor from shorting out her lightsaber she applied a small patch of metal to insulate the lightsaber from the cortosis.

She bided her time looking for an opportunity to escape. The moment she found a way to escape she took it. After she escaped, she reported back to the Jedi Council. She was assigned a Padawan to train while she hunted down the Sith and her lightsabers. Before leaving to track down the Sith she built new full-sized lightsabers for herself.

She spent years tracking down each member of the Sith. Every time she successfully killed them and liberated one of her lightsabers, she removed the kyber crystal and destroyed the rest. The kyber crystal was kept in a bag on her belt.

She successfully killed all but one. He was the most elusive of them all and he knew how to hide from tracking. She eventually tracked him down, when confronted he initiated the self-destruct sequence of the space station he used as his base hidden deep inside. She successfully killed the Sith and liberated his lightsaber, but she was unable to get off before it exploded. She programmed the computer to eject the next thing frozen in carbonite, she then froze herself in carbonite.

Her Padawan escaped in their ship, but she was left frozen and drifting in space. Her frozen body was eventually discovered over a hundred years. She was put on display in someone’s private gallery. She remained there for over forty years. She left the private gallery when it was raided by pirates. From there she bounced around for over a decade eventually she ended up in a public gallery. Eventually, an activist who found it atrocious that she was being displayed as a piece of art broke in one night and freed her.

Miscellaneous: She held the rank of Jedi Sabersmith & Battlemaster
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Name: Miahal Shalina

Alias: Mia

Age: 18

Gender: Feminine programming

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e3/fe/d2/e...12d088955a.jpg

Alignment: Lawful/Chaotic Neutral whatever and whoever pays the best

Force Sensitive?: N/A

Race: Replica droid

Homeworld: Coruscant (programming) The data on the planet she was actually constructed on is lost.

Weapon(s): Holstered on her hips: dual BH-4 Double Blaster
Kept in internal storage: Dual vibroblade daggers, dual Kyuzo petars, dual BH-4 Double Blaster

Starship?: Coruscant Sunrise a heavily modified YT-2400 light freighter

Personality: Although physically resembling a human female, there was a coolness about her that could be attributed to her true nature as a human replica droid. This coolness was part of her ability to kill without any sign of conscience or emotion, and she often considered killing to be the easiest solution to problems.

She is not one to speak unnecessarily and would generally not offer an opinion unless it was requested. Although often terse, Mia exhibited a sometimes-playful sense of arrogance. Mia also wanted to be stretched to her limits, preferring to perform jobs that she saw as challenging.

History: Dildari Dinthor had secured his place as the leader of his crime syndicate. Dildari's position necessitated a certain degree of paranoia and, with little trust for those around him, Dildari sought out a completely loyal lieutenant, one who did not suffer from the same fallibility as an organic.

He had secured the plans for a replica droid, by secure he kidnapped the designers. Mia cost Dildari twelve million credits. Her long, silky blond hair and clear blue eyes, combined with a fit and healthy-looking figure, gave her the appearance of a beautiful human woman in her early twenties. Her voice was cool and even, with no discernible accent.

Mia's lungs breathed air and her heart pumped blood, although, like all her organs, they were entirely synthetic, consisting of bio-fibers. Her bone structure was constructed of high-strength, polymer-covered alloys, and thousands of micro-gyros embedded in her joints gave her a perfect sense of balance. Both her bones and organs appeared entirely Human when scanned, as did her flawless, cloned skin. The skin was the only truly organic part of Mia's body, cloned from genuine Human skin specifically for her. Her muscles, however, would not fool scanners—for them to provide her with greater strength, they were made of a material that scanned as an unknown tissue. One of the few ways that she could be seen to differ from Humans was that her body temperature was ten percent cooler than was considered normal, cold enough to kill a Human.

Her VerboBrain processor was extensively modified to allow her to keep track of all the duties Dildari would require of her. Positronic Human behavioral programs allowed her to act Human—she could eat, drink, and perform any other function needed to pass for a normal woman. She was also capable of emulating all the "more intimate" functions of a human woman, and Dildari often made use of her abilities in that regard. The processor was also loaded with tactical assessment data, combat, espionage, and assassination techniques.

Mia's eyes hid advanced sensors, providing her with infrared, low-light, and telescopic vision, while her locked-access memory recorded input from her sensors, including audio recording. She also had an integrated, encrypted comlink for secure communications. Mia's ability with languages was also impressive, her vocabulator and translator unit allowed her to speak a variety of languages. She was ambidextrous and could carry up to five kilograms in her internal storage.

Upon completion, her programming was complemented by extensive exercise to tone her muscles and combat training to ensure that she had all the skills required, including the use of a variety of weapons, though she would rarely need to use them. With her training complete, Mia's speed, combat skills, and stealth capabilities made her the ideal assassin.

Dildari eventually fell in love with Mia. When a faction within the crime syndicate betrayed him, they came for Mia first. He sacrificed himself to save her. After Mia killed everyone, she tried to save him, but it was too late. He died in her arms. His final words were to profess his love for Mia.

The death of her master and his profession of love had a big effect on Mia. Dropping out of sight, Mia spent a couple of years coming to terms with what had happened and contemplating her future. She was aware that, with the knowledge and abilities she possessed, she could have taken over the syndicate herself and become rich and powerful, yet at the same time she began to wonder just how human she could be.

Miscellaneous: Works as a bodyguard, assassin, translator, bounty hunter, lover
She keeps Dildari’s twin Vibroswords mounted over her bed.
She has .6 kilograms of storage space left in her internal storage compartments.

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Spoiler: Elizabeth 

Name: "Princess" Aurra Selikus

Alias: Ra Seli

Age: Twenty-two

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Good

Force-Sensitive?: Yes

Race: Human

Homeworld: Corellia

Weapon(s): Lightsaber, DL-18 Blaster Pistol, Halberd

Starship?: The Aurora II (scout vessel)

Personality: Fierce and stubborn are two words many would describe Aurra as. WIP

History: Aurra was born and raised in a family with four other children on the planet of Corellia. She was the youngest among them and the only one to be force-sensitive. This left her parents keeping her in hiding for the most part from the Jedi. The Selikus family was what you would call crime lords and they owned a good portion of Corellia - three princesses, two princes, and a king and queen made up the "royal" family, along with distant relatives. They wanted a monarchy again and so they wished to rule Corellia. Until Order 66 came into play and they had to escape the planet for their daughter's sake.

At just the age of two, she began showing clear signs that she was force-sensitive. It was apparent she was strong in the force but that is not what her parents had wanted for her. Her parents discouraged the behavior of using anything to do with the force and she was reprimanded accordingly when she was found using the force. Aurra wanted to become a Jedi, it was her dream.

When not practicing what she could in private, Aurra was always found at the Selikus private line of starships. She was fascinated with flying and her eldest brother was the one who taught her how to fly at such a young age, letting her take flight in secrecy when they could. It was always a fun experience for her and she was quite good at it. Her family was also a maker of starships, not just crime lords. Although they wouldn't call themselves crime lords - rather they'd name themselves royalty even if Corellia was no longer a monarchy. They still viewed themselves as such.

It wasn't until she was nine that she found the Jedi who would teach her the ways of the force. He would teach her on Corellia and the Jedi Order would be none the wiser as it was not her duty to become another youngling under them. They would not attempt to take her under their wing. For a time, her parents were very against the idea but their youngest daughter pleaded and begged, and eventually Aurra got her way.

His name was Huin Far and he was a togruta. He stated he had sensed her from a far distance and knew he was the one to be her Master and she his Padawan. He taught her a great deal, and soon she was able to create her lightsaber. Huin was unbeknownst even to the Jedi Order for reasons unknown to Aurra for he never spoke of it.

About three years later, Jedis were sent to execution and the Selikus family realized they needed to leave Corellia right as things were safer for them to travel; as soon as that time came, they packed up what they could and left on their decently sized yacht. Huin, however, was nowhere to be found after Order 66.

They traveled to Yavin IV and placed their ship in an exceptionally remote area of the planet. It was there she was raised and practiced her lightsaber skills on her own without a Jedi to train her. It was difficult but she learned exceptionally well. Her mother scrutinized her more openly than her father did. She didn't wish for her child to be killed by the Empire. She was not aware of how the force worked but she knew they could find Aurra.

It was heard that her relatives still living on Corellia were slaughtered after word got out from one of the relatives that they were holding a force-sensitive teenager but their location remained unknown to even them. It was a heartbreaking matter - to think one of their own would betray their family.

It wasn't long after that the Empire found their whereabouts and killed off Aurra's parents and siblings in a bloody battle of blasters. Aurra managed to flee on her scout vessel, the Aurora II - built by her with some help of course. She went into hyperdrive and cried her little heart out.

It was then she found Huin again. They discovered each other through the force on the planet of Tatooine. They spent some time together honing her skills until she was found by the Inquistors, away from Huin at the time. They captured her and tried to sway her to join the Inquisitors as she was strong and could do wonders to assist them in finding those who were force-sensitive. They could tell she was strong as Darth Sidious was the one to find her through the force. Darth Vader carried out the plan to find her, however, she did not bend to their will. She always wanted to be a Jedi and she wasn't about to change her mind for the bloody Imperials who killed her family.

It was Huin Far who would then save her but end up sacrificing himself in the process. And it was at that moment she changed her name to Ra Seli as she fled into hyperdrive.

Miscellaneous: More details of her backstory will be stated in the IC.

Spoiler: Hanne 

Name: Marienna Beren

Alias:

Age: 33

Gender: Female

Appearance: Marienna can be regarded as hauntingly beautiful, standing at near six feet, she is slender, pale, with long black hair. In stark contrast to her hair, and dark brown eyes, she is almost always found to be wearing white.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Force Sensitive?: No

Race: Human

Homeworld: Naboo

Weapon(s): ELG-3A Blaster Pistol

Starship?: N/A

Personality: Cold, calculating. There is always something going on behind her eyes. Does not suffer fools.

History: Born and raised on Naboo, Marienna has actually spent most of her adult life on Coruscant, preferring that to her native environment. Identified at an early age as particularly brilliant, Marienna would go on to attend to the Royal Academy of Theed, after which she served in various capacities in the legislature. Following the Clone Wars and establishment of the Empire, Marienna would be appointed to serve as Senator in the new Galactic Senate. It was there she gained a reputation for cruelty, a strict adherence to the letter of the law and her ruthless efficiency. She is one of several Senators, and notably serves as the Chair of a secret committee, blessed by the Empire tasked with the continued hunt for remaining Jedi threats, and the identification of force sensitive children.

Miscellaneous:

All a WIP.

Spoiler: Liv 

Name: Syanna Mortus

Alias: Such things are beneath her.

Title: The Lady Syanna

Age: Late 30s, but appears younger due to extensive beauty treatments

Gender: Female

Appearance: Though rather short, even for a woman, standing at only 5ft tall, no one can miss Syanna. Beautiful, in youth and rumoured (falsely; though she doesn't deny it) to have been the mistress of the Emperor himself, she still retains something of the rather wanton appeal she once had. With natural red hair, so long she can, if she wished, sit on it, and always elaborately styled, Syanna carries herself with almost regal dignity. Her eyes, though as blue and as beautiful as sapphires, are cold most of the time, and only seem to come alive when she is inflicting pain or tormenting someone.

For some however, none of this cruelty removes the desire for her.

Always dressed lavishly and regally, with the utmost attention to detail.


Alignment: Lawfully Evil (though naturally psychopathic)

Force Sensitive?: No

Race: Human

Homeworld: Naboo (claims, falsely as it happens)

Weapon(s):

-A clawed finger ring of polished silver, jointed to match her own, but with a sharp and deadly tip that can slash a throat or vein in half a second with perfect sharpness.

-Two jeweled, and yet deadly, hairpins that dangle with jeweled 'S' pendants in ruby and diamond.

-A short, graceful curved blade, thin and deadly, also heavily engraved and decorated that hangs from her belt by a jeweled chain.

Starship?:

- Imperial Cruiser, heavily modified inside to be as luxurious as possible. It also contains a specially built interrogation room...fully equipped with all manner of cruel devices.

Personality: Syanna is a naturally cold and cruel woman, who delights in causing pain and suffering to others, even if it gains her very little aside from amusement. However, she is a born stateswoman, with a gift for politics, though she has no official rank.

An almost compulsive liar, though she does know when it is best to be truthful, Syanna has invented much of her past, including her background, family and likely even her name. Still, in choosing her targets wisely, she has used her charms and wiles to climb ever higher in the world, and now has the money and power to do as she pleases...as long as she toes the line with her Imperial paymasters.

History:

The genuine story, unknown to almost everyone bar a very small amount of people, is that Syanna was born on Tatooine, to slave parents and spent her childhood as a slave herself. Even then she had a cruel streak and would often, happily it seemed, turn in other slaves for 'crimes' and reported on anyone and everyone if it gained her something...or if she was bored.

This drew the attention of the ruling Hutts and she, again, happily, became a spy and almost confidante to several members of the family, finally being freed after three or four years at their side.

With the Hutt's blessing, she left Tatooine and using their contacts began to work as a spy and assassin for hire. It was a role she excelled at. It was also then that she abandoned her birth name, of Kira, and adopted her new name of Syanna.

By her late teens, Syanna, who had grown into a beauty, used her looks and charms to gain power and money, as well as make and keep contacts. Some of this was done by the age old way of sleeping with powerful men, and then robbing or blackmailing them -or killing them if they were a target- and some of it was done with more skilled methods.

However she did it, now known as The Lady Syanna, she came to the attention of the Empire, who recognised her skills as both spy and stateswoman. She was soon gracing every high-class function and moving in every wealthy circle and event.

She was gifted her own Cruiser, servants and guards, and recruited her own staff of fiercely loyal men and women. She had a knack for picking people too, from all walks of life, collecting the best in each field around her. It was likely a motivation too that displeasing their Lady meant death. There were no second chances.

Now, some twenty years later, Syanna continues her work, delighting in every aspect of it. She has cast such a spell over those she meets, and spread so many stories about herself, that no one is entirely sure of the truth anymore.

Was she really once the Emperor's mistress?! And mother to a child of his?

No.

But the rumour served her purposes and so she did not deny it, in fact, she often, with a smile, merely stated that 'A Lady does not kiss and tell' which of course only fanned the flames.

Miscellaneous: Clothing and appearance is hugely important to Syanna, and she is always dressed to impress. She delights in Naboo style of clothing, as well as laying her gowns with wide fabric belts, and sweeping sleeves (reminiscent of Kimonos), with jewels hanging from said belts. Her hair, red and flaming, is always heavily styled and plaited, interlaced with pearls and pins of silver, including her two weapons, artfully concealed.

Spoiler: Ygg 

Name: Verantis jan Kravaar

Alias: Kravaar, Skull-Face

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Force Sensitive?: No

Species: Kaleesh

Homeworld: Kalee

Personality: Verantis sits at the crux of two cultures that place a great deal of importance on honor, usefulness, and combat ability. He throws himself at everything with the same ferocious intensity. He hates backing down. He enjoys challenges and will do everything he can to level the playing field. He lives by a strict code of honor, both in and out of combat.

History:

Verantis’ story begins long before he was born. Out in Wild Space, two species were locked in war. The insatiable, conquering Yam’rii of Huk were invading Kalee and had been caught off-guard by the tenacity of the native species. The Yam’rii began capturing, enslaving, and selling the Kaleesh, exporting them all over their many, many colony worlds.

In a far-flung outpost, a clan of Mandalorians was in hiding. They had been pursued across the galaxy and needed a rest. Unbeknownst to them, they had set up camp on a Yam’rii-owned planet. However, upon seeing the plight of the Kaleesh slaves, they decided to free them. The Mandalorians helped the Kaleesh overthrow their Yam’rii masters, and impressed with their ferocity in battle, invited them to join their clan.

Over the years, the two groups have merged to become one cohesive sect, combining Kaleesh and Mandalorian culture. Verantis was born in his crux, a true Kaleesh Mandalorian. Now he works as a bounty hunter to help support his clan.

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• All playable characters need to be 18+.
• Sensual? Cool. Sexual? Not cool. PLEASE USE FADE TO BLACK
• No killing off other characters without the player's direct consent.
• No playing other playable characters, without consent in OOC or private message, please make this clear to all if this is taking place.
• Some NPCs may only be played by either the GM or Co-GM.
• Both the dark side and the light side are playable.
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• These rules are subject to change.

[KRCmdrSheppard]

Miahal Shalina was technically immune to the registration since she was a droid, but she found it easier to operate if she allowed people to think she was a human. Saved her a lot of time not explaining everything to people. As a bodyguard, assassin, translator, bounty hunter, and lover the Empire was one of her best clients. She took no sides in any conflict whoever paid the best bought her loyalty for the length of the contract. She naturally registered as a supporter of the Empire, she didn't care one way or another.

Her current assignment was a long-term bodyguard/assassination contract. She was contracted to protect an Imperial as he toured the Outer Rim. What exactly he was doing she had no idea. All she knew was he was going to a bunch of different planets and every once in a while she would be contacted about assassinating someone. Today she found herself on Nar Shadaa. Why? She had no fragging clue. She just knew this day was going to be a pain in her ass.


Malakai Burnlaye had been in carbonite stasis for 150 years. She was currently on display in a gallery on Nar Shadaa for anyone to see if they had enough to get in. Word of her prominent display had come to the attention of activists who did not support that particular form of art. They broke in during the night and freed several carbonite works of art. When Malakai woke up she and the others were suffering from hibernation sickness.

She was experiencing the following symptoms temporary stiffness, muscle weakness, numbness, deafness, blindness, confusion, exhaustion, dehydration, dizziness, & memory loss. Her rescuers gave her some andris as a remedy for hibernation sickness.

Malakai and the others rescued were taken to a safe house on Nar Shadaa where a doctor was looking after them. The doctor was amazed by Malakai's condition. Hers was the most serious case he has ever seen that didn't result in death. The doctor was a Jedi sympathizer when he discovered her lightsabers he kept them hidden. The others might have been as understanding as him. Malakai was under the doctor's supervision for months. She used the Force to see since her eyes were incapable. Her hearing eventually came back. Even after months and numerous treatments her natural sight never returned. The doctor was not hopeful that it ever would. The doctor during her treatment got her up to speed on the history of the universe since she entered hibernation. With the doctor's help and leaning into lack of natural sight she developed a cane that she could use that would also hide her lightsabers. The doctor also acquired some normal clothes for her to wear. The only armor she kept was the vambraces that had hidden lightsabers.

[omgLYNX]

Shakara set his drink down on the bar, his eyes sliding to the side. Three of them, moving around the cantina, registering patrons. Shakara smirked at the lies of the patrons, finished his drink and raised a single finger the the bartender, ordering another bantha blaster.
"Hey you."
Shakara slowly turned in his seat toward the trooper behind him, who then continued, "Your name?"
Shakara let out a sigh, then his response, "Sudas tu."
"From?"
"Sudas tave aeuso. Mezdi dabar ar tu geida kia mezdi sis aikste su tu'iea natura."
"Do you support the empire?"
Silence between the two. Shakara turned around to the bar, placed a handful of flan on the counter, picked up his drink and finished it, then spoke, "Tu fasonija tu'iea siurk."
Shakara placed his left foot against the bar, moving his right hand to his side. He kicked with his left foot.
It was quick, a spin, the powering up of a lightsaber, and at the end, Shakara was facing the bar, his white leftsaber in an underhand grip, and a bisected storm trooper. He extended his empty hand towards the two other troopers, knocking them promptly onto their backs, then Shakara stood up from his stool and ran.

[Hannelorian]

In the shadow of Nal Hutta, Nar Shadaa, the smuggler's moon shone brightly. It was not far from this, that a unit of Star Destroyers lay in wait, slowly orbiting as though they were watching and perhaps plotting. Those on board went about their business, Imperial decrees phased them not, as all they did was in service to the throne. Every new order built on the last. When the decree for registration came down, it wasn't much of a surprise. Then again, precious little was a surprise in the years since the Emperor seized absolute control.

On one such Destroyer, in a hushed room a group of Senators gathered. In soft, almost whispered voices, thoughts were exchanged. The decree had a deep impact in the Senate, it seemed almost meaningless to fight it. Yet there were those who championed it. Among that subset there were those who served simply to please the Emperor, and those who craved acceptance and indulgence. Rare was the soul who served for the austere nature of service.

The group, the most ardent supporters of the policy, were dispatched to be impress upon local authorities the importance, no, the severity of the decree. What better place to start than the lawless smuggler's moon? Behind a simple, unimposing desk sat a figure, draped in flowing white fabric, a simple dress that fell to her feet and matching cape. Her dark brown eyes were foreboding, appearing to lack life or any sense of a soul. Black hair arranged in an elegant and ornate up-do that was characteristic of her home world. The figure had survived the useless reign of Amidala, and now rose in her own right to office of Senator.

As Marienna Beren cast her gaze across the assembled group, one might remark on her beauty. She was striking, haunting almost. There was something unsettling about her appearance, likely the lack of emotion that read across her features. She had quickly gained favor amongst the radical, and made a name for herself, one of the Emperor's favorites. She was loyal, she followed the letter of a law and never acted too far outside of the boundaries. Every person she took down, she did with grace and ease. One did not cross Senator Beren without consequence.

"We will find them. We will end them." Marienna spoke. The Senator's voice matched her appearance, cold, with a harsh edge. Those who fled registration, those who escaped Order 66, those who began to show an inkling of Force Sensitivity and were begging for reprieve on this seedy planet. She would seek them out, she would restore order. "Sympathizers, collaborators, conspirators. All must be weeded out." There was a grave severity in the words she spoke to the curated group, each selected for this mission for a purpose.

The Senate alone was not enough, intelligence was the name of the game. For that, the Lady Syanna Mortus was required. Long ago the two had crossed paths and forged an unlikely friendship, of a sort. Syanna served a unique purpose, and a unique position of privilege. There was little she did not know and her tenacity was something Marienna held in the highest regard. The two would meet at the Space port. Syanna preferred to travel in comfort, the Senator preferred safety. It was rare for her to deign appropriate to leave Coruscant, save for the occasional trip to Naboo to fulfil her duties as Senator. In truth, she detested her own people, their love for democracy, freedom. It was almost sickening.

The group boarded a transport which in time made it's way to the space port. The Senator departed, with others in tow and naturally accompanied by a contingent of guards. There were no chances to be taken. Something of a smile cracked across her pallid lips. Word of commotion, and lightsabers had been all too quick to reach her ears. This was going to be fantastic.

[DuchessLivilla]

When Lady Syanna had read the new decreed she, much like her friend, Marienna, had been thrilled. Partly because she believed it was the right thing for the galaxy, and partly because it would cause chaos in those sectors she loved to move in. It would be a boon to her spy network; with everyone who wished to escape taking risks left, right and centre, and playing right into her hands.

This thought came back to her as she lounged in the large, and deep -it could accommodate 6 people if needed!- bath in her private quarters. Like most of her interior-decorating choices, the bathroom was done in shades of grey, black and gold, with deep obsidian coloured tiles, picked out with tiny golden flower tiles at random places along the walls. The tub itself was sunken into the floor -quite a feet for plumbing design in a cruiser but the Lady was never concerned with what could be done, only that she wished it done- and coloured gold so that the water itself seemed to glow when she bathed.

The idea of bathing in gold had always amused her greatly. It appealed to her love of wealth. It was, to her mind, the very ideal of opulence.

Syanna swam to the side of her great bath and lent her head on the lip with a smirk. She knew time was marching on and she had to get ready for the arrival at Nar Shadaa, but still she lingered a few moments longer. It would not take long to dress; her hair, already styled and piled upon her head in a mass of burning red curls, pinned with her two trusty blade-hairpins, took the longest and that was done. Her gown awaited her nextdoor in her room, along with her handmaidens to dress her.

Finally, with a sigh, she reached over and picked up a delicate golden bell and rang it. Of course, buttons and various technology existed that could do the same thing and summon her servants, but Syanna clung, with almost fanatical obsitence, to the, in her view, more civilised way of doing things and so she had a bell. It was also while she had no truck with droids, of any sort. She would no have none of them dashing about her ship, cluttering up the place and ruining the peace and calm with their beeping.

No.

No such things for the Lady Syanna.

She instead had servants, male and female, all humanoid, through of various races, and all considered to be shining examples of looks and beauty in their species. She dressed them in grey, black and gold, and held them to strict rules and a code of loyalty that was so rigidly enforced that death was the only way to leave her service once one entered it.

As such, she did not have to wait even a full 30 seconds before a female Togruta, dressed in white and gold, entered the room and bowed. "My Lady," she said, and held up a towelled robe for her Mistress to step into.

Syanna climbed from the pool, unconcerned with modesty, and stepped into the robe the girl held. "How close are we, Temi?"

"About an hour or so away, my Lady. We have received a communique from the Senator and she shall meet you upon the shipyard when you dock."

"I see...Good, good. Well she shall expect us to be late," Syanna was well known for being 'fashionably' late when dealing with politicians; it annoyed them and they made mistakes. She was always waiting for business and military contacts though; that put them off their stride. Everything, to her, was a game of getting what she wanted. "So we need not hurry. Still, I should like to be in orbit when they arrive, so I might assess the situation on Nar Shadaa...it has been some time. Come, Temi, I must dress."

-

A little over an hour later, Syanna's cruiser touched down at the port and a small detachment of stormtroopers, clad in white and gold armour -a special agreement between her and her minders- marched down the gangway and stood to attention.

The Lady herself then alighted, walking down with amazing grace, considering the heavily layered gown she wore. It was deep purple, with long flowing sleeves that almost trailed the ground. All throughout the fabric, like cracks in the ground after an quake, were seams of gold thread, some thick, some thin, giving the illusion that, at any moment, the gown would burst open into a shower of liquid gold. The wide obi-belt she wore covered the space from her breasts to her hip almost, and was black in colour, the black of endless space. It was a strange mix; a rich coloured gown, slashed with gold, to suddenly the blackest colour possible. It dragged at the eye.

Behind her came her handmaids, Temi, and another two; one human, and one Mirialan, heads down, hands clasped demurely in front of them.

"Is she here?" Syanna asked one of the port's guards, who hurried over.

"Y-yes, my Lady, yes, if you would follow me," he stumbled over his words and hastily set off towards the Senator's transport, where her own guards were waiting.

[ElizabethStark]

Tears streaked down Aurra's cheeks as Aurora II was in hyperdrive. She was finally able to cry. Her right hand clenched the hyperdrive lever while the other gripped her upper arm; blood came trailing out of her deep wound but she didn't seem to care at the moment.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cried out loud and then she screamed - screamed for all of them. Her siblings. Her parents. Her relatives on Corellia. Her Master. Their deaths were all to save her; to become a Jedi Knight and possibly more than that - it seemed but a curse in disguise. Why was she born so sensitive to the force? Out of all in the galaxy... why her? It appeared more of a condemnation than anything else. If only she had not been so set on becoming a Jedi maybe they would all still be alive, even Huin Far. Perhaps he would have set out on that venture he always spoke about instead of teaching her to become a Jedi but despite it all... she understood deep down this was her destiny, and whether or not she was to become a Jedi Darth Vader would have found her eventually.

Jeti, the tideer she had known since he was a cub, tried comforting her for the thirty minutes she sat there. He had been on her vessel on Tatooine during the time of her capture. They were headed away from the planet to get further off from the Empire. Ultimately, Aurra began to feel the physical pain that came with being tortured. She let her emotions get the better of her while her wounds required healing. Huin could use force healing and a myriad of times he had attempted to teach her but to no avail. She cursed under her breath as she wiped her tears away and lifted herself from the burgundy chair while placing her starship on autopilot. Jeti followed her to the bathroom but once there Aurra shut the door on him after giving him a small pat.

Aurra gazed into the mirror, her eyes were red and puffy; her left cheek was bruised. How was she to become a true Jedi if she couldn't gain control of her emotions? She gripped the sink. Her eyes were a dark brown, and her messy hair was jet black and set into a queue with fabrics keeping it somewhat together. Her hair reached down below her bottom and her bangs were parted. Her golden brown skin was littered with fresh cuts and burns and on the right side of her hip was a branding mark. The Empire was truly evil. They could have eliminated her instead but they chose torture. As if that would compel her to change her mind and join the Inquisitors, especially after they killed her family. They knew she was only but a Padawan.

Aurra's physique was shaped nicely and well-toned; weighing 120 pounds and standing at just five feet and four inches. She would need to change her entire clothing and perhaps even gain a few tattoos to further her alias. She didn't mind permanent ink on her skin, she even found it to be attractive. She sighed and grabbed the small amount of sansanna spice that was still sitting around by the sink.

It's just for the pain... She lied to herself.

---

The tattoo artist Aurra found on Nar Shaddaa was cool and collected. He drew on her stomach with careful ease as if he had done it over a thousand times, which was probably true. After a while, the tattooist had finished on her stomach and moved to her arms but suddenly he stopped and hushed everyone out of the shop. Aurra sat up and wondered what was going on, she almost pulled out her blaster but thought better of it. He must have noticed the branding mark she had forgotten to hide in her spice-induced mindset as he said to her quietly, "Might wanna hide that."

Aurra hesitated for a minute, "Are you-"

"With the Empire? No. I do not agree with their methods in the slightest." He cut her off.

She pursed her lips.

The other human got up and left the scene before coming back with a pair of clothes, "These used to belong to my daughter, she was... a wielder."

What he gave Aurra was blue clothes that covered only her chest and legs, and her shoes were leathered. It had a hood to conceal one's features as well. She hurried them on as the tattoo artist turned from her and she did a once over, they fit rather nicely. She noticed he used past tense when speaking about his daughter, "Your daughter... you speak about her in the pretense..."

"As I said, she was a wielder."

It seemed he did not wish to speak about her any further so Aurra dropped the subject. She was never one to pry. She left the tattooist's small cantina after he had finished her arm tattoos and she issued a thank you as people began to pile back in.

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Blood pounded in Verantis’ ears. The sand of the arena was hot beneath his feet and it was interfering with his thermal sense. Snarling, he leveled his sword at his opponent: a Wookiee male built like a brick shithouse armed with a mace. Grakkus liked to have his gladiators use their species’ traditional weapons if they came from less advanced worlds, which is how he came to be fighting a Wookiee in nothing but a loincloth and armed with nothing but a pair of lig swords.

He began to move left and his opponent moved right. The two circled each other for a moment, eyes locked. Then, with a throaty reptilian roar, Verantis pounced. The Wookiee roared back and ran to meet him.

Verantis ducked under the swing from the heavy mace, feeling the sharp block of durasteel whizz past his head. With a flash of impervium, Verantis slashed the Wookiee’s calves with his sword. He rolled forward, narrowly being missed by the mace. Spinning to face his opponent, Verantis’ eyes widened to see the mace head colliding with his jaw. Verantis’ vision flashed white as his faceplate, the one piece of armor he was allowed to keep, clattered to the floor of the arena. He snarled an expletive about his foe’s mother in Kaleesh before jumping to his feet.

The Wookiee was already there, swinging his blasted mace. Verantis inverted his grips on his swords and spun, a flourishing whirlwind of blades. The Wookiee howled as two slashes appeared on his chest, blood spraying the sand in front of him. He stumbled back, holding his chest with one hand. Verantis leaped, slicing at the Wookiee’s forearm.

The Wookiee swung his mace again, but too slowly this time. Verantis sidestepped the blow, now even closer to his foe. The Wookiee reached out with his now blood-stained hand and Verantis took the opportunity to disarm his opponent. A fur-covered hand hit the sand and the Wookiee screamed. Verantis snarled and slashed an X across the Wookiee’s stomach. Viscera hit the ground with a wet splurch. Verantis leaned in close, gripping the Wookiee’s head.

“You fought well, Wookiee. I hope your soul finds peace.” With that, he stood and with a final slash, the Wookiee’s head slid off his neck. Verantis’ eyes scanned the crowd for the Hutts’ box. When he found it, he raised his blood-soaked arms and roared a terrible Kaleesh roar.

---

Later, after he had been washed and fed, he walked with Grakkus. The massive Hutt preferred to locomote himself with a dozen sets of mechanical legs rather than slither across the ground like his brethren. He seemed to think it make him appear elevated above the rest of his sluglike ilk, but Verantis viewed all Hutts with the same thinly-veiled disgust.

“I expect double my normal rate for this, Grakkus,” Verantis growled.

“Of course, of course. Anything for my favorite bounty hunter,” Grakkus waved his hands as if to do away with any thought otherwise. His reedy, slimy voice was surprisingly high pitched for a Hutt of his magnitude, but Grakkus was full of surprises. He was oozing pheromones Verantis recognized as the flattering type for Hutts, which was unsurprisingly similar to their lying pheromones.

His Gamemaster, a red-skinned humanoid who was a glorified majordomo presented a cantons of credits. Verantis took it happily, feeling the satisfying weight of a job well done.

“I do so hope you’ll visit us again, Kravarr. I’d love to have you as my champion full-time.” The gleam in the Hutt’s eye was hungry, perhaps more than usual for a Hutt. Verantis shook his head.

“No, I prefer the hunt. But maybe I will fight some more Wookiees, if you can make it worth my while.”

“Of course! And, good hunting.” By now, they had made it to the landing platform. With a nod, Verantis activated his Jetpack and took off into the city to see a man about a hunt.

[KRCmdrSheppard]

Malakai Burnlaye could sense someone through the force. She had her doctor show her around town. She was on Nar Shadaa once ages ago. It was very different. She listened to the doctor as he spoke about the various businesses and buildings around them. At one point she saw through the Force a child coming at her but she didn't react. The child ran into her. She grabbed the kid's hand as the little urchin tried to pick her pocket. "Wrong pocket little one." With her free hand, she tossed something and let the boy chase after it. "Why did you give him credits?" Malakai laughed, it was sweet and gentle. "I just made him think it was. It was a random bit of candy." They kept walking for a while. They eventually came upon the spot where some Stormtroopers were murdered. She could smell burnt flesh. She whispered into the doctor's ear. "Lightsaber attack. Distinctive aroma, not very pleasant. Worse if the victim is a Wookie. Burnt fur is the worst."


Miahal Shalina was following her assignment around for awhile on Nar Shadaa. Her current boss also had Stormtroopers accompanying him in their standard armor and weapons. Miahal didn't trust the Stormtroopers, they couldn't hit the broadside of a capital ship if their lives depended upon it. Why the Empire insisted on these dunderheads is beyond her. The Clones were much better. Miahal suspected her boss also didn't trust the Stormtroopers to do the job either, why else hire her. The meeting was to happen soon, she was scoping out the meeting spot so she could plan for any attacks.

[omgLYNX]

Shakara pulled himself fully onto the rooftop, taking a moment to look down at the two fallen troopers. More would undoubtedly be here soon, plus Shakara had already ruled out this location for his target. He turned and walked to the other side of the rooftop, a view of the spaceport.
He wondered for a second why any parent would bring their children to this place, as a family of Twi'leks disembarking from their ship. Shifting his view to other ships, some kind of royalty, and then his last glance, troopers, probably someone important. Would probably be best for a pickup. Shakara pulled a communicator from his belt and brought it to his mouth, and was about to speak, before his eyes widened, and quickly put the communicator back on his belt.
That was senatress Marienna Beren. A smirk crossed Shakara's lips, "Amzi kia zaist.(Time to play.)"

Just a few moments later, the sound of two lightsabers activating, and a voice coming from behind Marienna and her guards, "Senatress Beren, I've been so excited to meet you."

[Hannelorian]

Ah yes. There was the sweet, sweet sound the Senator had not heard in some time. The distinct hiss and then steady hum of lightsabers igniting. It was just a moment later that the voice of a man reached her ears. Marienna looked down at the ground, utterly unremarkable. Something of a smile crossed her face, before raising her head once more. The senator took her time in responding. The warm winds of Nar Shaddaa blew, carrying with them stray strands of her raven hair, and the crisp white fabric of her dress and cloak.

"Have you?" Marienna called, an inherent icy quality in her tone. "Somehow, I simply cannot imagine that being true." There was a long, exasperated sigh. It was as though Marienna were more bothered than anything else. Her guards had already turned around and closed rank, pulling in closer to her. It was at this moment that Marienna turned to face the one who had dared to interrupt her.

"Serennian." The clothing the man wore was entirely distinctive of his home, or what she had assumed was his home. The flow of the fabric, the pattern, it reminded her of Count Dooku, what a weak man he had been. Laughable almost. "This is all rather convenient. My retinue and I came all this way to look for the likes of you... and here you are, coming to me. Now I am positively enthralled by your boldness." There was a hint of sarcasm in her words as she simply stared out at him. Her eyes, dark, seemed soulless. There was no kindness within her, or at least none that any could perceive. The remaining Senators behind her slowly, very slowly make their way back toward the ship, yet Marienna remained. "I am hoping you can help me." Her words feature an uplifting lilt, almost one of confident optimism.

"There's an intriguing little rumour going about. Something along the lines of the Serennian government harboring Jedi... or should I say those who were once Jedi." Marienna laughed, as though amused at her own joke and waved her arms in a mocking comedic gesture. "Or those precious little ones... just starting to realize that they too can feel the ripples of the force begin to course through them.." Marienna's mouth turned for a moment into a twisted smile before the emotion vanished from her face. "No matter." The Senator took a step back and shrugged it off.

"In a way, I suppose I should be thanking you. Making this so very easy. Unfortunately for you, today will not be the day you die." Marienna wasn't quite done amusing herself so soon. "You're about to captured, brutally interrogated, and then and only then will you be sentenced to death." Anticipating a response from the figure before she, she raised a single hand, as though to stop him proactively. "Before you try something foolish. You may wish to turn your gaze upward. Take note of the Imperial Class I Star Destroyer." The Senator dropped her hand and shook her head. "If you think for even a moment that I would hesitate to have this entire platform taken out, you don't know my work very well." Marienna now clasped her hands together in delight, terribly pleased with herself.

"Guards. If you would be so kind." The two of the four guards surrounding her moved forward, a further contingent of troopers exited her transport and made their way to the scene. "Now do be quick about it. I'm late for a very important meeting. I do dread the very thought of being tardy." The two troopers are her side quickly hurried the Senator off of the platform as best they could while the other troopers positioned themselves to engage the mysterious figure.