I live! Yes ladies and gents, I am still writing and working away! Though it's been more in an RP fashion of late, I still have something for everyone just to show that I live. A completed story! gaspAnd not just that…but it'll be a three part series.
First, must give credit where it is due, and get the disclaimers out of the way. As I have lots of characters involved, I'll introduce you to them bit by bit as each chapter progresses, with credits for the character or idea as necessary.
Character List and Credits:
Karen Sotherland is an original character © Terra Drake.
Jimi the kitsune is © jimi (as he calls himself).
Ryvaken Talderen, and Ryzahn are © Ryvaken.
Jedith Errant, Etin, Viper, and Rea Vipe, is © Jedith Errant
Derr and Nyn is © Derr
Unknown is ©…Unknown
Tank, Bolt, Darcy20, CT, Darth Char, are © My characters
Star Wars is copyright © 1977-2005 LucasFilm LTD. Star Trek is © Paramount Pictures All characters used with permission of the creators.
Now allow me to introduce the cast of the first chapter to you.
Name: Ryvaken Tadrya
Appearance: 6 inches tall, pointed ears, tan silk and brown leather clothes, six wings, etc etc etc
Weapons: Fairly ordinary tiny longbow with an unordinary quiver containing four types of arrows and occasional specialties
Abilities: Woe to anyone that tries to shoot him down, for they are wasting their time. Reflexes, while not fast enough to dodge bullets, are nonetheless fast enough to dodge arrows, swords, and, when combined with his small size, the aim of all but the best of fighters. Also, he exerts control over all forms of electricity to some extent.
Personality: Hyper and playful. When threatened, he is cold and serious. These are good traits to have in a friend in battle.
Name: Ryzahn
Appearance: The hair of Einstein attached to a tall, unhealthily thin body, clothed in what was once a white lab coat. Ancient burn marks cover everything. Bulges suggest a pair of bandoliers under the coat; they contain explosives, adhesives, detonators, wire kits, bombs, grenades, and napalm canisters. His right sleeve is bulged with a compact flamethrower.
Weapons: Um, read the above. He built all of it himself.
Personality: Frankly he could care less if he's minion or mastermind. He likes to create explosives and truly loves using them. Appropriate adjectives are psychotic, insane, genius, creative, and cold.
Name: Amy Nynstraam aka Nyn (he is a guy, his parents were not all there)
Appearance: 6'3"; long black hair that goes to his shoulders; wears a black trench coat and black pants; deep and serious eyes, blue; a very serious take-no-bs aura
Weapons: Has very strong powers over the mind, is telekinetic, psychic, pyrokinetic, and remote view; has two micro Uzis ; a wavy knife; a swan-off 12-guage shotgun
Personality: Is a quote "tight ass", being very serious about things; gets straight to the point; at times will joke and fool around but it is rare; most free time is spent meditating; also is a hopeless romantic looking for a girl
Name: Derrith Nynstraam, aka Derr
Appearance: Can usually be found sporting a agent style suit with a red tie; a pair of sunglasses; black hair that almost goes to the bottom of the neck; 6'2"
Weapons: Two Berretta M9s; a pig sticker combat knife; Widow Maker (if you don't know what that is I SHUN you!) ; a Claymore (sword, not mine) ; Desert Eagle ; the battle van; a sawn-off 12 gauge shotgun; SPAS 12 pump action shotgun; M16 with grenade launcher; PSG1 Sniper Rifle; Drugnov sniper rifle.
Personality: Sometimes psychotic, sometimes not. Derr is the kind of guy you want on your side when the heat turns up. Extremely loyal to his friends and family, and extremely vicious towards his enemies
Name: Karen Sotherland
Appearance: Karen dresses in rags, and is recently homeless. She has long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She would look like a cheerleader if not for the constantly depressed expression she has on her face. As though she were dead inside. Also, if one looks her over, they will notice that her right hand is missing entirely.
Weapons: The NightBlade, a weapon of pure evil, has found a home in Karen's left hand. It appears as a simple iron sword hilt with a circular hand guard, but there is so much more to it. The weapon channels the anger, the hatred, the pure, unadulterated rage of its wielder, into a blade of energy that is blacker than the darkest night, and colder than the mightiest blizzard. The weapon also seems to have a presence to it, as though it has a life of its own.
Powers: Zilch. She's an ordinary human.
Personality: Karen feels defeated, and comes off dead. There is no longer any life to her face, and she hasn't smiled in well over a year. She just wanders, and sometimes cries, although lately she has become depressed beyond crying.
Name: Jedith Errant
Appearnace: Errant of average height, around 5'8" (173cm), and of average build. All in all...very average, easy to underestimate if you don't take a good study of his demeanor and person. He usually wears blue trousers with a red stripe down the outside seam and black soft-soled boots. He wears a plain white shirt which he usually covers with a heavy leather bomber jacket. The jacket is covered in patches, the most noticeable: the new patch on his right shoulder of a greenish planet with a breaking chain over the planet and the other is the large patch on his back of crossed lightsabers with several types of starfighter ducking up and around the crossed sabers.
Overall he looks relatively youthful, around his late twenties, for his age, around his early forties. This is on account of him being a half-breed of a Human and a Zeltron. Errant's short brown hair is parted on left towards the right. His eyes are icy blue when at calm, but turn a reflective crimson when ready to take action. He has a slight pinkish twinge to his other wise light tan. His visible skin is scar-free except a web of criss-crossing scars on his right hand and forearm.
Weapons: His main weapons are an orange-bladed lightsaber and an orange-bladed lightdirk. The lightsaber has meter long blade whilst the dirk is only about 0.5 meters long. Errant also carries a MerrSonn DeathHammer heavy blaster pistol; it has an optimal range of 30 meters and a maximum range of 120 meters and delivers a punch of a blaster rifle at the range. In his boot, he has hidden a small vibroblade. This is weapon of last resort, but he usually uses it as a tool more than a weapon.
Powers: Errant is namely a Jedi Sentinel. He has abilities in the core powers of the Jedi but he is never all that powerful in them. His telekinesis is average, his healing is substandard. He can heal himself well and heal minor damage to others. Errant's powers lie mostly in affecting the mind (Persuasion, Mind Trick, Telepathy, Empathy), which stems from his mother, a Zeltron. They are already empathic, Zeltron Jedi are average in everything but mind powers.
Errant has mastered a few fringe powers that are quite unpracticed by most Jedi including the ability to separate his mind from his body and explore with his "spirit," but the downside is that his body wastes away quickly while his mind is absent. Another ecliptic power Errant is gifted with is his "damselsense." With his empathy and telepathy Errant is able to sense the distress and fear of females from a distance away.
Errant has the biological power of pheromones because of his Zeltron heritage. His body generates and stores enough pheromones for him to release one good burst a day. These pheromones make the target puddy in the Zeltron's hand, and only a few species in all of the SW galaxy can even resist them. Errant doesn't use this trait nearly at all because of the sheer twisting of wills it produces. Another side to Errant is a hidden one of loss and sorrow. Biologically and culturally Zeltrons mourn to the exclusion of everything else when they are hit with grief. Errant is no different and carries his locked away below the surface. Even though he's worked through them and moved on, the memories still carry enough power. And new raw events have a profound effect on him. Enough hurt can push him to angry outburts or can lock him up with grief.
Personality: Errant naturally exudes a air of cheerful mischief. A grin or smile is almost always present on his face. And he goes to great lengths to make others around him happy. Though you have to be careful because if he has the opportunity and the thought cross his mind he's liable to play a trick or joke on anyone within reach.
Name: Rea Vipe Rea usually can be found wearing a green flightsuit which is covered in pockets but not really designed by an eunuch. If forced and prodded, Rea cleans up well and wears a simple blouse and skirt. She never, never wears anything backless or bear mid-drift because of a crosshatch of welts from her rear to the small of her back that she recieved from beatings as a kid.
Apperance: Rea looks to be in her later twenties. She's about 5'4" and skinny but filled out in all the right places. Her short neck-length auburn hair gives her overall appearence of a firey young woman. Her emerald eyes used to complete this look, but her opaque black eyes give her a slightly unsettling appearance.
Weapons: Rea followed her brother in buying a Merr Sonn DeathHammer but wears hers in a thigh holster while his is in a shoulder holster. Other than that she has a boot vibroblade and nothing else.
Powers: Rea is deceptive in her powers, the only thing that hints at them are her black eyes. She is a vampire, sired by her love. (excerpted from the vampire Queen, Terra) Vampiric regeneration. Enhanced strength. Moves silently. Dark vision. Spiritual vampire bite. Feeds off blood. Vulnerabilities to water, flame, and blood loss.
Personality: Rea is a firecracker. She's friendly and giggly around friends and family, but if you set her off, she'll come down on you like a ton of bricks. She protects herself and loved ones with a furvor that is a little bit frightening. She's a bit of a wiseass, but not nearly as mischievious as her brother.
Name: E-10 (Etin in dialogue)
Appearance: There's nothing cuddly about E-10 at first glance. In fact everything about him says "hulking, intimidating death machine." E-10 is now inhabiting a YVH (Yuuzhan Vong Hunter) droid chassis. He is around six feet ten inches tall and weighs around 800 pounds. His form is entirely covered with a greay armor giving him the appearance of a very muscular knight. In between his shoulders is the designation "8M-6" E-10 has glowing red photoreceptors for eyes.
Weapons: E-10 has a variable power repeating blaster in his right arm. He can vary it from stun blasts all the way up to levels needed to take down starfighters. He has a mount on his left arm that he leaves open and attaches a weapon as the situation dictates. He usually goes with a retractable vibrosword or a mini seeker missile launcher with fifty round capacity.
In addition to his mountable weapons, E-10 is incredibly strong and agile owing to his advanced servomotor and repulsorlifts. He can jump fairly high and hover for very short times with his repulsorlifts, but the repulsors also add to his dexterity and strength, giving him enough power to crush armored warriors with a bear hug. The little droid has become a straight-talker in years. He doesn't like dodgy language. He'll come right out and say something harsh or not. His years also don't allow him to put up with much. He'll match insult for insult, prank for prank, and damage for damage. He's not bound by any limitations Errant put on himself. He could easily seek vengeance or do a load of things Errant couldn't. Mostly, E-10 is a quiet and loyal to Errant and his friends. Loyal enough to follow Errant to their doom. That loyalty come from his base programming, the loyalty Errant has shown him, the fact that Errant is one of the better masters in the galaxy, and the fact that Errant cared enough for him to manumit him (freed him as a droid.)
Powers: No mystical powers, E-10 is highly intelligent and is able to comprehend and operate advanced machinery and computers. He is able to link up and control the weaponry of the Cerulean Dream from short distances away via slave circuits.
Personality: E-10 is very old droid and has ways to circumvent memory wipes. Without a memory wipe in more than sixty years he has developed his own personality. He's got kind a crotchety old man to him, which fits the droid fine for his age and relation to Errant. E-10 is undoubtedly Errant's closest friend and a lot of times in Errant's turbulent history he has been something of a father figure and mentor for the orphan.
Name: Unknown
Age: 16
Apperance: Black T-shirt, brown khakis and boots, and a silver scarf
Weapon: Amazingly enough, his scarf, which is partially sentient and has a symbiotic relationship with him.
Background: Unknown has been wandering since before he can remember. He doesn't know why or how, or even if he had any family. One day when he was moving through a forest he found an ancient temple. While exploring the temple he found a silver scarf, and thinking it would be worth something to some one, he picked it up. Before he knew it, the thing had wrapped around his neck and mouth. Shortly after the temple then began to collapse and Unknown barely escaped.
Abilities: He is able to stretch his scarf out up to sixty feet, make the edge of the scarf sharp, able to cut through almost anything (with exceptions), form a shield that stops pistol bullets, arrows, bolts, swords, and punches, allow him to breath underwater, protects him from most air-born poisons and can use the scarf to swing on braches or other jutting features. Strangely, the properties of the scarf keep Unknown's neck from snapping while using it in such a manner. Otherwise he is a normal young human being.
Name: Jimi
Age: Unknown, more than a hundred years, though he seems to be 15 though
Fur color: A reddish brown with yellow tips on his tails.
Height: Very short.
Weight: Very low.
Bio/short history: Not much is known about the kitsune known as Jimi. Some think that he just doesn't let on his past, but the truth is he knows nothing of it. He started his life out as a simple kitsune in a forest far from any known human civilization. Over the years his mischievous and curious nature lead him closer and closer towards human habitation. On one journey he finally entered a town and was amazed by all he saw, and decided to open up his own shop. A coffee shop no less.
Due to his nature being mischievous though, and with his slight skill of magic, his coffee was known to transform the drinkers, yet it brought more customers as the transformations were never permanent and were always of a benign nature.
Yet, even as he made friends in this new world, he still had enemies from the past. During one serious fight he became crippled temporarily. An attempted spell backfired, and it gave him a sister from it. A long time later he fell into a magical pool by accident, and another kitsune from ages past that had died there merged with his form, gaining him several extra tails. He seeks answers as to why the previous kitsune had died in the spot where the pool had formed, but whether he will ever learn them remains to be seen.
He has a cheery, 'nothing can depress me attitude;' though, it is more of a front to hide his ambitions and goals, as is typical of kitsunes in general. Or at least one that is made up of two kitsunes into one form now. He also has a bad habit of jumping down women's shirts at the drop of a hat, and has an insatiable craving for donuts at all times. He is brilliant, but eccentric.
Powers/abilities: His magical powers where at one time without measure, but with the "birth" of his sister his ice and water spells left him, and at the "birth" of his brother his fire spells also left him. Not being good at much else he devoted his magic to lighting spells. He also has the strange ability to take on the forms of something non-living in order to escape danger if and whenever necessary.
Name: RBLM1A2Tanker The Force (obvious), ability to heal others and self to a degree (about 15-25, depending on injury), Force shove/pull, lightning, saber throw, leap (up to three stories), speed (doesn't last long, about 60 seconds), Grip (think Vader) Absorb, Protection (a protective Force shield that lasts for only a short time), and Force Destruction (a powerful ball of Force energy that can cause great damage to an area, a last resort ability). Personal strength and stamina is greater than normal humans due to his training within a gravity chamber at 10x gravity for over three years (hence why he isn't a pancake or a total mess now...he worked up to that level over that course of time.) All Jedi have one ability that pertains to just them, and Tank's is one that is explained in a short story sample below the Bio. Can work on mechanical machinery, but is more adept with computer equipment and repair, and is good at 'jury-rigging' a machine when needed.
Nickname: Tank or Tanker
Age: 24
Hair color: Red
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Race: Human
Ship: Woodland camo painted Xwing and TIE Defender, both named Azazel. Possibly looking into a larger ship for long hauls.
Occupation: Starfighter pilot and commander. Jedi Master. Engineer.
Personality: Easy going, jokester among friends. Quiet until his opinion is needed. Calm, and very observant. Has a take charge attitude when necessary.
Abilities/Powers list: Due to his unique nature, as long as he doesn't let dark emotions or thoughts cloud his thinking to the point of absolute hate or rage or aggression, he's able to wield the powers of both the Light and the Dark side of the Force, to a degree anyways.
He is greatly skilled with a lightsaber, although not to the level of Luke Skywalker. He makes up for this by improvising whenever necessary during combat. Is skilled with other weapons and especially with an Xwing or TIE Defender as well, but is willing to learn to improve and work with others.
Weapons: a blue-bladed lightsaber is his standard weapon, but is flexible and can make use of whatever is available, if the saber is taken away.
Armor: Not needed usually, but will use anything that's handy.
Clothing : Loose, casual, functional in case of battle (think of a Mace Windu, or other Jedi in Star Wars Attack of the Clones), usually a tan or light brown gi and cloak, but isn't above wearing other clothing when necessary.
Name:CloneTanker He is a complete copy in every sense of the word except for the aforementioned powers. What's more is he is fully aware he is a clone, and accepts it without a problem. His life revolves around The ReBeL Shop, and he likes it that way.
Nickname: CTank, or CT
Gender: Male
Hair color: Red
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Race: Human
Occupation: Pilot, Jedi Learned. Engineer. Part-owner and main operator of The ReBeL Shop.
Personality: Easy going, jokester among friends. Quiet until his opinion is needed. Calm, and very observant. Has a take charge attitude when necessary.
Abilities/Powers list: Due to a built in block CT cannot achieve the same level of Force ability as the original. He has access to all the neutral Force powers, but is unable to access the more advanced abilities, such as Heal, Destruction, Lighting, Drain, Absorb and Protection, or the natural ability Tank himself has with forming air blocks.
Name: Thunderbolt He's a manumitted droid, free to do as he wishes. He remains with the Jedi more out of loyalty and to learn more from the ever inquisitive former soldier. Hasn't found out much about Tank's past, but is hoping that someday he'll be able to find out all about it, and about the machinery he used to work on. Tank wouldn't have survived as long as he has without Bolt. Tank wouldn't have survived at all from the attack on his homeworld if Bolt hadn't gotten tired of his messing around in the Xwing's cockpit and decided to head home, although Tank believes he kicked in the autopilot. Bolt earned his name of Thunderbolt when, on a much later mission to a planet, he was blasted by a bolt of lightning. He has since been modified to not be affected by them, since it seems that his green-topped dome gets hit by them often. He's been called Bolt most of the rest of the time mainly because it's easier to say, although he suspects that it's the Jedi's way of teasing him by implying he's just a bucket of bolts sometimes. He doesn't mind though, and rather prefers it over the full name. Has an insane urge to race other droids, most notably the famous ones. Has raced Artoo, but has not beaten him yet. He fully intends to beat the wily old droid.
Nickname: Bolt
Age: Unknown
Height: Short
Race: Astromech R2 Droid
Occupation: Astromech for Jedi Master M1A2Tanker.
Personality: Jokester. Intelligent. A droid racing addict.
Abilities/Powers list: Mostly the standard compliment of tools and such within his bays. Does have a magnetic cable though for...anything really.
History: Bolt has no recollection of the time before the mission where his previous pilot had been killed on Tank's homeworld and he jumped in. It is possible he had a memory wipe prior to the mission, although since then he hasn't had one.
Name: Darcy 20
Age: Undetermined
Height: Several stories tall
Occupation: Main computer for the RBL Store
Personality: Still be developed. Highly inquisitive. Always seeking out new life and information.
Abilities/Powers list: An incredibly advanced electronics system, far beyond anything on the planet by several centuries, as it was made to be a mainframe computer on a Federation Galaxy-class starship. Has access to all the formidable defenses and weapons systems built into the RBL Store, which are rather extensive. Possesses powerful sensors to keep track of all within the store, where all merchandise is until purchase, and to keep track of incoming and outgoing space traffic around the planet.
Name: Darth Char (Originally known as T2) The Force (obvious), Force shove/pull, lightning, saber throw, leap (up to three stories), speed (doesn't last long, about 60 seconds), Grip (think Vader) Force Drain (an ability that steals life and Force strength from a target) and Force Destruction (a powerful ball of Force energy that can cause great damage to an area), as well as a new devestating power, Force Inner Fire. Originally his personal strength and stamina was equal to Tank's, due to being an exact duplicate of him. During his time of absence though, he continued to train, and may possibly be stronger. No reports on his abilities or strength have come forth since. All Jedi have one ability that pertains to just them; however, due to the incident that created T2, and now his renouncement of the Light Side of the Force, he no longer has that ability...at least, not in that regard. Can work on mechanical machinery, but is more adept with computer equipment and repair, and is good at 'jury-rigging' a machine when needed.
Title: Dark Lord of the Sith
Age: 24
Hair color: Red
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Race: Human
Occupation: Sith Lord
Abilities/Powers list: His powers are to the Dark Side of the Force, with no deviation at all. He gave up all abilities to Light Side powers during his long journeys.
Weapons: an red-bladed lightsaber is his standard weapon, but will make use of whatever is available, saber missing or not.
Armor: A customized battle armor that encompasses his body from the neck down under his normal clothing that help him to blend in with normal crowds yet still maintain maximum protection.
Ok, I think I've drowned everyone in enough of the techical stuff. Time to move onto the story eh?
Enjoy!
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