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An end, and new beginnings.

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A glimpse into the past III

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(( here is some more background with treize, one can only wonder how this all will play out if this specific project was ever discovered...))

 

The soft beeping of diagnostic devices echo through the lab as objects floated in small containers and screens flickered with information. The shuffle of feet with a slight whine of servos echoed loudly in the still room as a man with shoulder length, stringy and oiled looking white hair moved up to the kolto tank near the far end. His stark pure white eyes glinted with deranged excitement at the figure floating inside.

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A glimpse into the past II

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 The bridge was silent, he preferred it that way, no useless chatter. If there was one thing Vosse disliked, it was useless talking. His eyes scanned across the consoles; everything inworking order, no ships on scanner, holo net activity relatively silent...hold on.

He shifts and inputs the command code for the transmission coming in, listening to the soft whine of the holo projector coming to life and taking form of a symbol rather than a person.

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Coma

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((OOC: This is the first part of a Synthesis story.  The events take place alternating between events leading up to and during the Party Cruise.  I hope it isn't too confusing all the jumping around.  ))

 

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Alderaan Campaign: Intro

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Attn: Count Noctifer, Kreele, Ostillio, Ratlash and the rest of Project Invicta. 

From: Lady Synthesis: Imperial Reclamation Services: Alderaan Branch

Honor among killers

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[abit of stories leading up to her joining Invicta... :D enjoy]

NaNo 5: When the music stops, part 4

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The tapping woke her. Noctifer stood at the console at the foot of her bed. She sat up and winced. "Bah... hoping it was all a bad dream. Hello Nocty... or would you prefer, Greetings Your Grace?"

She poked at her feet. "Hmm, I cannot tell. What is the prognosis? Will they recover? Seriously, letting your cousin get frostbitten. Was that really necessary Nocty?" Warily Rafy, tread warily. You are in the nexu's den now. And by the looks of things back on Serenno. Varn palace... the winter palace?

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Path of Rage: Cold Hate and Icy Rage

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((content warning: violence and torture, breif but may be disturbing to some.  A touch of Lavaeus at work.))

NaNo 4: When the music stops, part 3

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Forced into this kneeling position as she was, she realised that she could no longer feel her feet, nor indeed her shins or the front of her knees. A flurry of snow that mimicked the lack of clarity in her brain... through both she came up with a random different tack to try. "Remember Noctifer, it might be unwise to provoke an incident. The Carlyle sweeteners are needed in processing your agricultural produce." But the wind whipped away her words and she realised that Noctifer was staring forward not at her now.

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Kidnapped

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(I'm not new to writing, but new to this whole RP thing, so be gentle with me, k? :P)

"Can you hear anything," she heard her sister whisper.

 

NaNo 3: When the music stops, part 2

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It was the cold that cut through the drugs they had given her. Icy blasts, flakes landing on her eyelashes, the wind cutting through her unsuitable clothing, the chill of hardpacked snow under her from knees to toes. It took a moment for her mind to clear, to register the slave collar round her neck, the bindings about her wrists. She blinked, seeing a purple and silver robe before her. Purple and silver, certainly not jedi colours. Sheesh, you're not at a fashion show now, Rafy. Focus!

NaNo #2 Miel "Grapple"

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NaNo#2 Miel Fhera "Grapple"

I double-checked the coordinates on my holopad. The problem with abandoned warehouses was that they were all quite similar; they were big, run-down, surrounded by garbage and lacking in clear signage. The global positioning system suggested that the physical location in front of me was a match.

I didn't have a plan, largely because I didn't really know what I was doing here. Still, if I was going to find Jasaar, this was the only vague lead that I had.

NaNo #1 Vaila "Unfriendly"

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 I would, if I could do it again, die differently. Still I reckon that's what they all say. The thing about death is that you only get one chance and if you don't get it right, you're stuck with what you've got.

And it definitely wasn't getting it right.

NaNo 2: When the music stops, part 1

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"Thank you for coming, Scouter."

"See now, I can explain."

He looked up sharply from his datapad at the smiling woman, always ready with a snappy retort. Some might say she dressed snappily too. Far too finely for a lowly freighter pilot, in blue and impractical white.

"Then you do know what this is about?"

"It's like this. Ateya hired me knowing I'm a party animal. I get a bit of leeway. I get the jobs done, all of them. One or two maybe a couple of days late is all."

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A glimpse into the past...

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((Some back story to wonder about that I thought would be an interesting bit to share...))

 

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Sacuro's Log - Reassigned-

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((with the Chiss vibe going after reading some other peoples stuff and a lot of the information online I wanted to make a proper Chiss, or as close to one as I can manage.  So introducing Raith’Sacuro’Nuruodo.  Enjoy))

 

NaNo 1: the pilot's first kill

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As part of NaNoWriMo, some snippets from my characters' lives as they have played out the past 6 months since I started SWToR.

 

 

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Can You Really Come Home?

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((a little follow up and a bit more background for my Chiss, she also appears in a couple of other stories as a supporting character.  Enjoy))

The echo of her footfalls echoed in the corridor as Jaakra made her way back toward the speeder landing pad.  This had been the first time in over five years she had set foot in Imperial Intelligence HQ.  She had come under the pretense of a job and had gotten far more than she’d bargained; far more.

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The Rescue

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((a story giveing a bit of a reintroduction to a few of mine and Jela's characters that came from a bit of inspiration from just before I stared playing again.  Enjoy.))

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A Family Tree of Sorts....

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Okay, I’ve been working on a “family tree” of sorts for my characters. Obviously each story requires more detail, but here is the basic outline:

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A Glimpse at a former life....

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So I was bored this morning, because the servers are still down (grrr) and I was cruising around Youtube after watching Poison's video of last night's antics. I stumbled onto this old video, a true blast from the past. It brought back memories that actually made me a little sad. My Halo 2 glory days with a great group of girls I have sadly fallen out of favor with. Burnt bridges you know. But this video harkens back to happier times. Much happier times.

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2 New Chars

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IRL

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I just thought I'd give you guys some RL info about myself. While I'm liking the RP aspects of this guild, I like connecting with people on a real level as well.

First of all, anyone who plays Xbox should add me, my gamertag is II R4T3D X II since that is my primary gaming outlet. I'll always be a console girl at heart.

Tython and the Jedi Order

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New to this whole RP thing....

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I guess I never really thought about giving life to my characters before. I mean, they've always lived and breathed for me, but I never thought anyone else would want to share the stories I created in my own head about them. Games have always been my escape, my emotional sanctuary and the characters I create are extensions of me. They do the things I want to do but can't.... or sometimes shouldn't. They give me an avenue and an outlet. It was a little surprising to find out I'm not the only person who sees it like that... and that people even might like to hear my ideas.

Rooms and caverns

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Captain Car'tulak

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((character sheet style info on Car'tulak))



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Personal Journal of Zaslonyat

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*pulling out her datapad, Zaslonyat begins to record*

Vacation over. Just my luck too. Ran into the Count, and it wasn't pretty.

I explained to him my frustration in replacing a cyborg, only to be zapped by the arrogant Sith Lord. If it's not by him, it's by that stuck-up, egotistical Darth known as Exousia. Both think that by using this "Force" crap, they can push people around.

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