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<From: General Rahm Orade>
<To: Project Invicta - et al>
<Subject: Republic piracy and rebuilding efforts on TARIS>

<Imperial forces on the ruined city planet of Taris struggle to put a halt to the Republic's efforts to recolonize and rebuild the infrastructure. Private mercenaries under contract by the Senate and the Jedi augment their forces, and the Jedi themselves have a heavy presence on the planet. All Project Invicta forces available are requested to be in orbit over Hoth no later than 20:00 hours Coruscant Standard Time(8pm CST) this Friday. Hazard pay will be discussed upon arrival..>

<Respond to this message ASAP if you can extract yourself from your current mission and divert to Taris at the appropriate time.>

<Victory for the Empire.>

<end message>

Rahm Orade's picture


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(A text message flashes on your datapad. When you open it, the following is displayed.)

<From: General Rahm Orade>
<To: Project Invicta - et al>
<Subject: Republic incursion on Hoth>

<Imperial forces on the strategically significant ice planet of Hoth are under siege by the Republic military. The Republic must not be allowed to prevail and reclaim the technology from their lost military vessels. All Project Invicta forces available are requested to be in orbit over Hoth no later than 20:00 hours Coruscant Standard Time(8pm CST) this Friday. Hazard pay will be discussed upon arrival. Bring cold weather gear. Tank-tops are not advisable.>

<Attached is a detailed summary of what this mission will entail.>

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Korth'al Intro

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“Name, Korth’al. Rank, none of your krething business.”

Korth’al  had spat this line out over and over again at his captors he wasn’t really paying attention to the questions anymore. He was now looking for avenues of escape from his prison on whatever planet they had shipped him to. Judging by how his captors smelled like bantha shit most times it wasn’t a core world but he wasn’t sure how far they would go to throw him off. He was snapped out of his analysis by another person entering the room. Judging by his interrogators face she wasn’t supposed to come in but come in she had.

“Get out Sha’tha. I am not to be interrupted.”

The woman looked down at the floor sheepishly. “I’m sorry, sir but his vitals are odd. I need to check him or he won’t be able to spew that line at you for much longer.”

Game director

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It appears Craig has steped aside and there is a new game director for AOC, TSW, and AO.



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*TSW* Sister Janice Smithe aka 'M-126'

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(( this is a short story aboutn a Character in The Secret World I hope you enjoy it

DB ))

Justice in the Sith Empire

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Leaning against the corner, his armor slightly dirt from the trip.  His helmet turns side to side as his visor catches the faces of those passing by.  The reflection clearly displayed, some even catch a glance before turning away not sure if they should look.  Behind the visor his eye shifts looking at everyone, but concentrating on one.  His eye squint for a moment, familiar outlines, features and colors in the face.  Could this be his target?  

As the person walks by, they have to walk of a sith, confident, arrogant, and flowing of hate.  The sith passes, he references the face, "Yes" it is his target.  The man turns slowly and quietly as not to rattle the sith, he follows.  The man keeps a comfortable distance between the two but always seems to have an eye on him.  The sith turns the corner and enters a small building, possible the sith's residence, or an office, the building was to plain to tell.

Sharing a lil AoC rp

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Underworld Update - Crime Lord Ratlash Killed in Double-Cross

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((An Underworld Update for all you find people with underworld characters))

Information from several reliable sources suggest that several days ago Ratlash, a known crime lord, specializing in underworld trading of goods and secrets, was killed in a double-cross on Hutta. Apparently Ratlash, alone  walked into a trap, disguised as the sale of a rare artifact. The corpse was found and is in the custody of Beelu the Hutt.

Taking credit for the kill is the crime organization known as the Fawkez gang. Ratlash and the Fawkez gang were known rivals in underworld dealing.  The Fawkez gang is expected to attempt to aquire the contacts and current deals of the deceased twi'lek. Business as usual.

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Incoming Transmition to all Intelligence Personnel

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<<<Incoming Transmition>>>


Attention Intelligence personnel of Project Invicta.

This is Captain Synex speaking.

You have all, no doubt, heard of the unfortunate passing of our leader, Commander Ratlash.  While we grieve the loss of such a…colourful colleague, however, our enemies do not, and we must maintain our convection and resolve.

As such, His Grace, Count Noctifier, has seen fit to place me at the head of Invicta’s Intelligence Branch.  My first order of business is to remind you all, that Commander Ratlash created this department through her hard work and unmatched cunning.  She is to be remembered as the standard by which we all measure ourselves.  We will continue to perform to the same standard of perfection which she set for us.

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Captain Eisley`s Pirate Code

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Someone asked on SWTOR-RP if our characters lived by a code and it made me think of this as a code Henerkin and his crew could live by.

The Skull`s Pirate Code.

1. It starts with the Jolly Roger, It end with the Jolly Roger.
2. The crew is Family.
3. Family before Loot.
4. Loot before Pirates.
5. Pirates before everyone else.
6. Problems within the Pirates are settled with words before blood.
7. If words fail, Keelhaul it shall be.
8. Once given to a fellow Pirate, a Pirate's word is his bond.
9. Loose lips sink ships, never rat on a fellow Pirate.
10.There will be no forgiveness, Vengeance voids the code.


Partly inspired by the Traveler code from FE and as you see there is a lot of room for interpretation, on purpose.

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Mandalorian Military Ranks

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New Master

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A day on The Skull.

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((This is a pirate story I made for the Crime Spree thread of The Black Barge Collective. http://www.swtor-rp.com/ebonhawk/m/3285754/viewthread/5252823-black-barge-collective-crime-spree-open-undeworld-story-thread/post/last#last  ))



- The Ship: The Skull -

Now on its 7th captain, The Skull is a 187 years old pirate ship based on a Corellian XB Freighter, the ancestor of the more common XS. The name came from the massive skull at the front, often used as a ram. It's rusty and looks derelict, but it's one of the toughest ships of its class. Some say it's even haunted, but none could ever confirm. The Captain says its only malfunctions of an old ship but some of the crew really believe it is haunted.


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Anachris - Backstory

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(ooc: this is a bit of Anachris' story leading up to her meeting Poison and getting involved with PI/Clan Kilgar)

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Knight Jonos

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Glasses clink and the girls chatted over the whiskey. After the path was set, they got to relaxing and moved to the main room. The red haired girl seemed dwarfed in size next to the muscle bound blond, but that didn't stop her brat like behavior. Who would blame her? She was practically blackmailed into being a pilot, mechanic, medic, and thief for her. Many glasses were drained, mainly by the red head. Seven glasses passed. "Y'know wot I like 'bout ye sithie?" She looked over. "Wot?" A grin cracked her lips. "Nuffin'." She busted up laughing but soon after, she fell asleep. The blonde gal sighed in relief and waited a moment before checking if she was asleep.


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Better Ships & Gardens (All about Izao)

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One: How to Use a Lightsaber for Pruning

It was quiet aboard the ship—which was a rental, and bore no name worth mentioning. Izao’s last ship was destroyed some months prior, its name best forgotten. Technically she was still running, but the firethorn trees still needed tending if they were to retain their value.

She had started with nine, having purchased them for a pittance from a pirate who didn’t know what he had plundered. One sold immediately to a noble on Alderaan, the ridiculous sum it fetched was enough to live comfortably for quite a long time.

It didn’t take many credits for Izao to live comfortably, but expenses added up, particularly when bribes and payoffs were often necessary. Now the money was almost gone, and traveling alone was apparently no longer a viable option. It would soon be time to part with another tree, if only to give her comfortable breathing room until she could find a crew to join.

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<<<Official Internal Memo to All Official Department of Secrets Personnel>>>

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<<<Incoming Transmition>>>

<<<Official Internal Memo to All Official Department of Secrets Personnel>>>


From: Capt. Ziah’Synex, Department of Secrets

To: All Official Department of Secrets Personnel

Subject: Reminder of Protocols in Regards to Chain of Command


Attention all Department of Secrets Personnel.

With this current spike in operational actions, it is easy to get lost in the rapid pace of developing intelligence.  It is, however, critically important to the efficiency and reputation of The DoS, that protocols and procedures be followed, and the chain of command be acknowledged.

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A very merry shiny holiday...in spaaaaaace.

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'twas the night..err day..day after....day after the day after Lifeday, and all around hoth, the wampas were enjoying their feast of tuan tuans...

"WILL YOU SLOW DOWN ALREADY!?!" andronokas yelled from his speeder, his cold climate gear spotted with some snow as he raced after another speeder with a young girl atop it. The speeder suddenly stops and he curses loudly as he slides his down next to it, kicking up snow in a white misting. "Damnit squirt don't do that, you tryin to get me killed?"

The young woman looks at him and tilts her head into the fur neck of the climate gear he had been able to get her to put on before they got on planet, her silver eyes looked at his with a confused curiosity. " But Andronokas, you heard what the people were saying in the cantina, there were shiny things here, and I'm not about to let them get away!" she looks serious for a moment, clenching her fist dramatically as he sighs loudly and groans.

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Yer Fired!

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Agoris hated governments, probably more than he hated having a ship without rum on it. Yet he always seemed to be at the mercy of one form of government or the other. In this case it was two ruling parties that wanted to see him. The Admiralty of Lion’s Arch and Queen Jeana had both requested his person to discuss matters pertaining to his company. As both owned part of the company, at this point, he knew the fact that they were calling him in wasn’t good. Agoris ran his hand over the red feather in his cap before he entered the building bowing slightly before the people at the table waiting for him.

“Captain Agors Korsakov reporting as ordered. What can I do for you fine folks today?”

The people gathered at the table just gave him blank looks for a moment then one of the Admiralty, a Norn, spoke up.

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Priority One: Operation Indigo Recovery

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To: All Active Project Invicta Personnel

Objective: Recover Project Invicta personnel from enemy hands using any means necessary.

According to current investigation, the slave known as Sophyve Jarma (also known as Keren Lot #24601), Pilot First Class Orrella Jarma and possibly Auxiliary Dene White have been kidnapped, captured or killed by unknown enemy personnel.

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The Joker and the King: A Lokian Pirate Story.

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Spades walked to the door of King Juhado the Grudgebearer when he arrived and showed his bounty to the guards. They nodded and let him pass to the main corridor leading to the throne room of the mighty Lokian Pirate King.


When he entered the King’s court with the head of Mallochio a Tattoine Exchange Underboss the King, a Houk, heavily augmented with cybernetics, greeted him.

King: “Ah Spades!  Maybe you are worth the reputation you forged yourself after all.“ The King laughed.

Spades: “Forged?”

King: “your credentials appeared to be all fake my friend, but you did good work. To buy my forgiveness, you will do more work for me, unpaid. And then we shall see if I let you live.”

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An end, and new beginnings.

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<<Incoming Transmission: Ostilio Kilgar>>

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(The following transmission would be available through all channels within Project Invicta, and Clan Kilgar, on project and personal holo projectors.)

<<Incoming Transmission: Ostilio Kilgar>>


*Should you answer it, your holocommunicator will come to light, an outlined red holo-projection of a tall warrior clad in heavy armor, perhaps familiar to some. The figure seems to be pacing, his hands firmly grasped behind his back suddenly he speaks, a familiar voice, cold and with little emotion yet distorted somewhat by the trade mark helmet with a T-shaped visor.*

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Shadowed Thoughts

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A lot had been happening in the last few months. There had been her introduction into Project Invicta and meeting some of the crew there. She'd heard a lot over the comm channels. Learned a lot. Stalking the bridge of her ship, she kept looking at the starcharts, and shaking her head. From one silly flirtatious moment, and a very male instinct to protect, she'd wound up in a relationship with Dreh'pehs. It had also catapulted her into a situation that had, at first, been rather lucrative.

Bloodstained Tales

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Talyc just left Tattooine after meeting some jawa princess that is apparently part of the clan. He thought to himself the foul-mouthed disrespectful pirate knows nothing about clan and family, yet she feels she has the right to open her mouth and let the filth come pouring out because she has known Ost'ika for some time. Her empty and idle threats like some Aruetii di'kut that thinks she is entitled to some sort of respect and doesn't have to earn it. She claims to be here to learn to fight, and to seek shelter while the heat is on her skipper and her crew. Why would I respect and care about someone who treats clan like some sort of resort. This is a way of life, not for the half hearted to dabble in when they want. Ost'ika better not assign me to train her.

Ehn Alii'gai Tsad (The Alliance of Three Banners)

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Ostilio stood in an old abandoned hanger on the fleet with two like minded individuals before him. Both female warriors, clad in thick beskar plating, one to his left and one to his right. Their meeting was in secret and of great importance, the discussion of an alliance of clans brought the three mandalorian chieftens together. Sure all mandalorians were united under the will of Mand'alor...and more so the Resol'nare or six acts that bound them together... but not all clans worked together, the reputation of the mandalorians only recently recovered from the mandalorian wars. Not their eventual defeat, but their fall from honor. Forsaking the old ways of their ancestors and becoming butchers, and thieves. Many clans were still stuck in the ways of the neo-crusaders, forsaking honor to pillage, loot, and kill all in their path, clans that thirsted for another galactic crusade.


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*Evil Grin* Mhwahahaha Best kids book ever!

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I am definitely getting this for my niece and nephew


Basicly teaches them to think for themselves.


For people like me who grew up wathing Harlock (a Space Pirate who was also an obvious anarchist) this is pretty awsome. We can have another generation who will be a grain of sand in the social cog  :P

Not that I am completely anarchist myself but free thinking is soon gonna be the only freedom that remains, might as well teach the kids early  :)


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SENDER: Librarian Chald'Rikkah'Inrokini, Expeditionary Libary: Extra Territorial Affairs Division



Greetings Captain;

It is in earnest that I begin my search for relevant information regarding the doctor. However; I feel it prudent to inform you that due to prior obligations that cannot be disregarded for diplomatic reasons, I will be conducting my research remotely. I should like to think that this will not hinder my progress too greatly, though I offer my sincerest apologies should such a contingency arise.

With that proviso in place, I shall present my findings to you as and when they come to light.


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The Grudge - Part 3 - A Space Encounter

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 ((This Is starting where the previous part ended. The Skull had an encounter on its way to Ord Mantell. This made me realize that after more than a year RPing a Space Pirate, I almost never wrote about a space battle, So here is one.))




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Operation Purity:Prologue.

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Operation Purity:



40 years before the events, of the forming of the SOG and Operation Purity, Csilla, capitol world of the Chiss Ascendancy, there was a great uproar.

Doctor Uns'Aki’Nurrh, was one of the most brilliant scientists in the Ascendancy, specialising in genetics and eugenics.  He gained a great deal of fame and respect for his research in treating multiple forms of birth defects and abnormalities during foetal development.

He was hailed as a hero of science, but he wanted more.


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