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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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Gaeln Norran

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((Jedi character, the first one I created in TOR, possibly coming to ITC soonTM ))

 

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Lost Padawan: Part Three

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The young Jedi had been wandering for almost half the day through the crowded and dangerous levels of Nar Shaddaa when it had occurred to him he hadn't really planned this far enough ahead.  Leaning on one of the outer walkway railings Zhanne looked out over the cityscape and sighed.

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Lost Padawan: Part Two

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Zhanne didn't recall at what point he fell asleep, but the healing stims had done a good deal to repair his condition by the time we had woken.  He was still in pretty rough shape, but at least he could move.  The chrono showed he'd been out for ten hours, and the pod's limited sensors still showed no sign of pursuit.  Using the supplies from the medkit he tried to clean up a bit.  He was a mess.  His hair was tangled and filled with soot and grease from the fires, his body was equally stained with both soot and blood.

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Lost Padawan: Part One

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((working on more Lavaeus story, but in the mean time some Republic character fun from my Jedi Sentinel Z'hanne, the following events take place about 5 years prior to game launch ))

 

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Path of Rage: Earning her Saber

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(Part 4)
Lavaeus frowned at the barren landscape before her.   She'd been out in this forsaken wilderness for nearly two weeks.  Walking was the only means to travel. Technology ruled out by the environment.  A beast of burden would have only been another to protect from the elements and dangers; or more likely just a draw to larger predators looking for a meal.  She'd slept little, and barely ate fortunately the caves she found cover in, from the almost constant sand storms in the valley, frequently contained some source of water.

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Path of Rage: Tactical Training

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(Part 3)
The exercise and training room of the Academy was often crowded with acolytes, today was no different.  All manner of conditioning continued here as these would be Sith pushed themselves in what little free time they had to gain any advantage over the competition.  

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Path of Rage: Lessons in Fury and Time Management

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((Part 2, once again comments are welcome))


"Pitiful.  Your rage is undisciplined, unfocused.  Until you learn to control it you are nothing more than an animal, slave," the emphasis on the last word was meant to provoke her even more, taunt her, push her.

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Path of Rage: Beginnings

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 ((part one of an introduction to my Sith Assassin, feel free to comment if you like))

Rooms of the Past

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Rooms

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The Rogue's Road

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((a Little background story for my TOR Smuggler Car'tulak, with an appearance from my Agent Jaakra))

A Shadow Rises

"They have failed us,” one of the cloaked holos rumbled ominously.

“They failed the Emperor,” another corrected, his metallic voice rumbling.

“Not all of them, Lord Decimus” a female holo corrected.  “Many are loyal and proficient soldiers of the Empire.  It is only through lack of strong leadership that they have faltered.”

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Cry Havoc!

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((transcription of a speech given by Reaper, President of the Invicta Motorcycle Club: Grand Canyon Province, on May 5th))

Brothers and Sisters, we are at war.

Life can be a bitch, sometimes... ((OOC absence notice))

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((I'm using the blog because for some reason it says I'm restricted from the forums, but anyway,:

Due to RL shit and such, I won't be playing for awhile. Maybe a week, two weeks tops. ICly, Ryan will be on an urgent buisness trip in Credit Bend.

I'm so sad and sorry to leave, especially so near to Mardi Gras, but the real world calls. Save a Mardi Gras hat for me! :P))

A New Life

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The woman gently set the children down on Lifenet pods, reaching over to a lever. The two younglings were bawling with fear. "Quiet, Artyom and Angelica, they'll hear us!" The woman shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face. "They are not those people anymore... they are Ryan and Kate..." She pulls the lever down, and the children disappear.

 

What happened then in Germany shall forever be shrouded in mystery.

 

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