General Roleplaying

Taking The First Step (training)

feeds@yuku.com (veeks) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:10:37 GMT

Being a rebel wasn't easy. Gale knew this to be a fact. The life of a rebel soldier was filled with nothing but drills and battles. There were very rare moments when Gale was able to sleep for more than three hours. And there were even rarer moments where he had some free time to kill. This was one of those rarer moments. The Thrall Stompers had nothing big to participate in, leaving him with some spare time on his hands. Since he was always busy, he didn't really know what to do....

The Best of the Best. (Sal)

feeds@yuku.com (Jorgo Mono) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:06:28 GMT

Death.

Death meant a great deal of things to a great many people. This simply fact was ironic, considering that death in one of the very few absolutes for many denizens of the galaxy. Even with its occurrence undoubtedly manifesting in almost every life, there were dozens or even hundreds of different interpretations into what exactly 'death' meant. From the Jedi and their "One with The Force" theory, to the...

Progression through Force

feeds@yuku.com (Vechlin Cimntech Alltemi) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:19:06 GMT

Vechlin meditated in his chambers, focusing the tidal waves of the force around him into a spinning motion, swirling rapidly and twisting the winds around him. Nothing but silence filled the man'sears. Nothing was present that could distract him. All that remained on Daemonis was an abandoned base, echoing with the eerie emptiness, and the occasional...

Family Ties.

feeds@yuku.com (Cohl Johun) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:26:23 GMT

It was another blistering hot day on Tatooine, both suns followed Tanner as he trekked the outskirts of mos eisley. His armor was white hot to the touch, and his short military cut brown hair dripped with sweat. He squinted as he as entered the city, a scar boar from the top of his eyebrow down his eye to the middle of his cheek; a particularly crazed clawdite tried to dig is eye out of his socket once on Coruscant, Tanner wore it like a badge of honor. He had been hired by the Empire to...

Another day of hard work. (Training)

feeds@yuku.com (Vechlin Cimntech Alltemi) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:17:22 GMT

ooc:: Combat sense
IC::
'Focus the force' Vechlin thought to himself as he sat on the steel floors of his Freighter. He cleared his mind of any straying thoughts that would betray his sense of the force, seeing the world around him as something more than physical reality. The drones overhead circled his body in an attack pattern. Vechlin could feel them, even with the space of nothingness between his body and their thin steel casing. The...

Just Desert (Open)

feeds@yuku.com (Izaak von Schwartzkrieg) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:29:11 GMT
An Invincible class Dreadnaught and her two Corsair Battleship escorts exited hyperspace over the desert planet of Tatooine. A signal had been sent to Agent 01:29 to rendez-vous with them over the planet to begin the preparations for the birth of two new variants to the Thralls. Spearheaded by Izaak von Schwartzkrieg himself and the two nightsisters who had not accompanied Lady Shanha, Lady Arfard of the Serpents, half the Ziost laboratory personnel, and Doctor Varz himself, a jamming signal...

Deal with the Devil (Tartoco)

feeds@yuku.com (Thrion) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:06:08 GMT
Kurgan stood on the bridge of the now fifty percent operational Providence Destroyer. His eyes gazed out off the bridge of the Black Hand and saw only the Droid Control Ship resting out there. Soon they would be gone, at last. Two ships capable of so much and a full 2 wings of Vulture droids would at last be tossed aside. Kurgan understood the reason, and relished it. While they would make a great addition to the Rebel Fleet, they were a pain in their own. Far too difficult ot maintain...

Repercussions of the Dark Side (Training)

feeds@yuku.com (Thrion) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:37:22 GMT
(Construction; Dark Side Amulet; Req: 700; Supplied: 751)
The Dark Side had many tools, and Thrion spent days learning about them all. He focused on how amulets were forged and used though both seemed to be lacking in detail. Still he studied and learned. He came to the conclusion quickly that he could use all the pain and anger bottled up within side him to aide him far more in such a relic than just the explosion when he needed it. He took out a small red gem from an old case he had...

Fragile Trust

feeds@yuku.com (Naomi Monoe) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:33:06 GMT
Naomi rubbed her head, the pain still unrelenting and unwilling to leave.

She was sprawled out on one of the bunks Aarki had provided to her. "The frak happened?" she had asked when she had finally awaken. The last she could recall was that they had begun to spar, the Force a wild, screaming banshee of energy between them. Aarki gave her a searching look and told her she'd been beaten. Naturally, this simply angered Naomi; a flush of heat colored her cheeks, shame...

Whip it good (The search for parts and lightwhip construction.)

feeds@yuku.com (TiCira Hawk) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 07:23:00 GMT

TiCira ran her hand through her hair, her long slender fingers pushing the thick mass of auburn curls and braids off her sun kissed face as she made her way through the small crowd of villagers. A small child crossed her path, brandishing a sword as he yelled a ferocious warrior cry-- as ferocious as a five year old could make. Another small roar behind her, and the Dathomiri turned her head to see another little boy running to attack the first...

First Assignment (Atin)

feeds@yuku.com (TiCira Hawk) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:03:14 GMT

Kai'le leaned over the NavComputer, the holographic display of the Velm system bathing her face in a shimmering blue glow. She frowned momentarily, biting her lower lip as she entered new coordinates for her next assignment. No… their next assignment.

Killing in the name of.

feeds@yuku.com (Cohl Johun) — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 06:02:46 GMT
Slight character development, but feel free to join in.

Seven years ago

As he looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, Cohl watched a man move through a crowded city street. "Target is moving towards vector alpha." He said to the spotter next to him. The soldier peered through his microbinoculors and relayed the information into a comlink. The Correlian was laid out on the roof of a three-story building, almost three hundred meters from the...

A Good Smurfing (Smurfette)

feeds@yuku.com (Captain Zechs Merquise) — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 16:33:59 GMT
The transport rested upon the soil alone before the ruins of a once mighty temple long destroyed by an ancient Sith Lord. Kane's loyal forces broke through the ruins and aimed deeper. What better place to bury garbage than under worthless ruins?

"My lord," one of the faithful marked said, "We shall break into the lower levels soon. Some chambers are still intact though nothing of value is present that we can detect within the force."

Kane smirked...

Imperial Diplomacy....(Open)

feeds@yuku.com (Siroc) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 06:51:56 GMT

(OOC: Here we go, new to this so any advice...or anything really would be greatly appreciated!)

The air on Telerath was aspray with the ocean's breeze. Siroc straightened the cuffs on his Imperial uniform before again adjusting his officer's cap, never quite getting it right where he wanted it since the Academy. The custom tailored...

The Price of Dreams. (Laz)

feeds@yuku.com (Salem Norongachi) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 22:55:38 GMT
The Edge Space Station, home to the pirate group Morgans Cut Throats for over a hundred years, was silent for the first time in so many years. Its corridors empty, its mess halls devoid of life and as the generators began to shift into stand by the Entire fleet pulled away from the station en mass. Ten Dreadnaughts, an Acclamator Assault ship and various smaller corvettes and frigates jumped to Hyperspace in unison. Salem Norongachi was taking no chances, nothing would stand in his way,...

Dark Meteor (belated, yet promised Togoria)

feeds@yuku.com (Izaak von Schwartzkrieg) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 22:47:07 GMT
Silence reigned over the planet of Togoria. Isolationist and generally unconcerned with galactic politics, the Togorians were, despite all their efforts, a well valued species throughout history. Their finesse and prowess in a single compact feline form had, not for the first and never for the last time, invited a dark gaze. The voids of space did not allow for sound to travel, but if it did, the silence over Togoria had this day, been ruined, been shattered, by the arrival of a single...

From A To B (Closed, CD)

feeds@yuku.com (Naomi Monoe) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 10:50:36 GMT
Aarki sat in the cargo hold, her dark eyes boring into Naomi's own purple ones.

"So, a Sith," she said, her voice low, a hint of a growl nestled in its lush tones. "I should have known your kind would attempt to take me. Lead by filth! By men!" she hissed, thrusting an accusing finger at Naomi. Noami recoiled--she had her own experiences with a man that had left a burning hatred within her--but held onto her confusion....

Tipping the scales (Jedi/Sith)

feeds@yuku.com (Eryk Aiden) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 03:13:39 GMT
In one of the meeting rooms at the main Jedi enclave on Naboo, twelve Jedi sat patiently, awaiting the arrival of the Grand Master. Each of the twelve Jedi had been hand-picked for a special assignment which would see the Jedi gain a foothold in the seemingly unstoppable recent onslaught of Sith activity against them.

Eryk took a deep breath before he entered the room. The plan of action he and the other Jedi Council members had decided upon was risky, but would ultimately allow...

A favor to ask... (Training, Sal)

feeds@yuku.com (TiCira Hawk) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:20:02 GMT

First Lieutenant TiCira Hawk slowly ambled her way over towards Sal's temporary quarters on the Astronomican. After the Maghara incident, they arrived at headquarters for Sal to continue talks with Admiral Tartoc. Since the night in Professor Siuk's chamber, Ti came to the realization that she...

Izaak's Trail of Tears (Sith Slayers)

feeds@yuku.com (Naomi Monoe) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 02:21:03 GMT
Two women sat at a bar.

One of them nursed the remnants of a drink, her grim smile suggesting that liquor had worked its charm upon her blood. The other, her own drink too colorful and cheery to be anything of the alcoholic variety, shook her head at something the other said. "No, I don't," the former was saying, her voice exotic, her words tinged with the slur of a steady drinker. "I honestly...am not...drunk," she insisted, urging the other to believe her....