Fandom Star Wars The Old Republic: The Ties That Bind

[TheWhiteLion]

The Galaxy is on the brink of war once again. Peace between the two superpowers is crumbling rapidly as the Treaty of Coruscant is constantly being tested and boundaries are crossed. However, the Force has a peculiar way of using these trying times to remind the galaxy that we are all connected. It is now the time for hero's to arise!


Sith, Jedi, Soliders, Scoundrels, and anything in between must take up arms for their factions and ensure that their ideals still stand at the end of the day.


Along the way, however, they will find allies and enemies alike while traveling to all corners of the galaxy in search of peace. Or domination.


However, two people will find that, with every difference there is a common ground. Perhaps the only lines that divide are the ones we draw ourselves.


After all, the Force surrounds and binds us all.

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Alright, let's get this bad boy underway! Few rules.

1. No God Modding! The only time I will ever God mod is if it's plot related.

2. You are not invincible, you are not untouchable. Please try to keep fights interesting and not one sided slugfests.

3. Respect your fellow Rp'ers.

4. Please abide by all site rules and regulations.

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With that, pick a planet and begin your adventure. This may not be what you're used to, but you don't have to be anywhere or around anyone for the time being. If we all need to be at a certain place, i'll post it in the OOC chat. If you have any questions post them there also.


Ah, one more thing... HAVE FUN!

 

[Rentition]

Zetarra sat motionless atop a geonosian spire. Geonosis, a quiet planet on the outer rim so long as you left the locals alone. Her saber gently floated above her lap as she sat cross-legged, focusing on the force to lift it, she kept her eyes closed. Soon, the stones atop the spire began to rise. She focused on the button, and had the saber activate only one side. then the other side. She spun it rapidly as her mind kept thought on only the lightsaber. Quickly, she stood, and grabbed it out of thin air, twirling it gingerly, gracefully, around as she jumped and flipped atop the spire. Her skill as a knight was increasing. But so was her power in the dark side. As well as her distrust for both factions. Both were equally unreasonable. Be it the jedi in their harsh rules and regulations, or the dark side for its idiotic ruthlessness. She slipped, as her mind wondered so did her feet. She quickly regained her balance and stood atop the spire. Still as can be.

 

[TheWhiteLion]

It always amazed hiraga, how peaceful Tython seemed on the surface. When you close your eyes and focus on nothing but the simple breeze in the air and sounds of water trickling away in the brook nearby. Well, in his case, his eyes were always closed but the sentiment was still there. But look through the eyes of the force, metaphorically speaking, and suddenly everything becomes far more complicated. At the spring that fed the brook, something had died in the water and was slowly rotting away. The breeze was turning cold, signalling another rainstorm. With this in mind, he broke from his meditation and stood slowly to his feet. Such was the way of life, where there was good, there was also an equal bad.


The warrior extinguished his saber, his latest mission over with. His contacts had informed him that some highly advanced droids were seen scouring the wastes of the balmorran arms factory, so he went to investigate. Sure enough, there were droids trying to salvage the remains of their fallen brothers, but they weren't what he was hoping, and dreading, they were so he dispatched them rather quickly. Noda wiped the sweat from his brow, the ever present mechanical whir that accompanied such movements droned on in his ear. He would need to find a solid lead soon. If his master was planning what he thought, the empire wouldn't stand a chance.

 

[WanderingJester]

Kalin stared at the holo-statue in front of him, situated in a out of the way spot near the main memorial honoring Revan and his companions in Coreilla's planetary capital, Coronet City, specifically in the Leisure Garden section of Axial Park. The same park would later be targeted by a Sith Bombardment in the Cold War.


The shining sun lit the blue sky, dotted with the occasional white clouds, above the armored gray Jedi, as he gazed upon the bald man on the slightly elevated platform, chiseled out of light and stood in a heroic pose that would probably have made the actual person disgusted had the subject of the memorial been alive to see it. Kalin gave a small amused smile at the thought as he reflected upon the holo-statue in front of him, standing as motionless as the lightsaber wielding figure on the pedestal. The spot, frequented only by lovers looking for a secluded spot for a private rendezvous or a student from the nearby academy to study in, was nearly emptied except for the armored man. When he had arrived earlier during the day, a couple had be snuggling on a nearby bench, whispering sweet nothings to each other while an amateur poet tried to find his muse on the green lawn behind the memorial. One glance at the approaching figure prompted the couple to leave immediately, but the aspiring poet paid no heed to Kalin, which suited the force user just fine.


To be fair, the intimidation factor of the armor wasn't at maximum level, as Kalin did not wear his mask or helmet, choosing to use the hood to hide his face instead. While the Eternal technology built into the armor made it so that even with it on, to the normal person it wouldn't have seemed it, outside of not being able to eat anything. Still it bothered Kalin slightly when he tried to reach out with the force with it on, so most of the time he deemed it unnecessary unless he prepared to head into an active warzone, which is more often now that the treaty's all be shreded by both sides. Kalin shook his head slightly at what the figure in front of him would think of the world now, should he still be alive to see it. Perhaps he was still watching, through the force. It was entirely possible of course, and Kalin hoped to find a way to contact him in the future should that be the case. His wisdom would certainly be appreciated by Kalin, even if others won't.


After a solid hour of standing there, the gray Jedi walked up to the memorial and pulled out something off his belt. A deactivated lightsaber emerged in his hand, placed gently at the feet of the holo-statue, just above the inscription on the projection platform. It belonged to the now rotting corpse of a former Jedi Knight in one of the many out-of-the-way alleys in the city, particularly one by the space port, where the meddling Jedi had confronted Kalin earlier in the day about owning and carrying an unauthorized lightsaber (he didn't see Kalin's secondary one hidden by the cloak). Satisfied, the young man gave a respectful nod of the head to the memorial before turning around and walking away.


The lightsaber laid by its lonesome right in front of the holo-statue's right feet, above the name Jolee Bindo.

 

[nevermore0714]

"I don't see how you're so comfortable with this place." Kreuz muttered under her breath, as she and her companion approached the complex they'd been staying in for the past few weeks. "If I had to risk seeing my family again, I'd cut my own arm off."


"Yes, but your family would recognize you." Verboten replied. "Though we've failed in our search today, I'm sure that tomorrow will find us embarking towards new possibilities. Maybe another Sith holocron is on Kashyyyk, maybe a Jedi holocron is hidden on Geonosis, maybe Endor or Yavin IV will have an ancient library. Maybe-"


"Two questions." Kreuz interrupted. "First, why do you say 'we' failed? My only goal here is to keep you alive so that I can get better with the force." Kreuz put two fingers to his throat. "You seem to be alive."


Chuckling, Verboten responded, "Fair enough. I've failed in my search today. What's your second question? Master Kreuz."


"You're being a nerf-herder again." Kreuz narrowed her eyes. "Second, why do you always get optimistic when you fail? I much prefer the ol' pessimist that yells at his books when he thinks he's in private."


His face reddening, Verboten kept silent until they were on the balcony of their suite, staring out at the city.


Finally breaking the silence, Kreuz asked, "Why don't we own a nice place like this?"


"Is that rhetorical?" Verboten asked.


"Probably." Kreuz shrugged. "Let's go somewhere interesting in this city before we leave."

 

[NightQueen]

Coruscant, Senate Building:





Nakari had been back in the senate buildings for a week now. Filing paperwork on the latest negotiations. It was tedious work but importantly it ket her on the move so she was not much of a target for anyone planning an attack on the senate building again. She knew the Grand Chancellor would be meeting with the Jedi Council about how they can increase security from any Sith lords pride in attacking in a blatant way.


Finishing her report she stood up and decided to get some air and relax. Heading out onto the balcony of her office she looked out at the sprawling city of the Galactic Republic. Pouring out a glass of wine she took a drink and sighed in contentment sitting back onto the lounging chair setup.


She could tell from her travels the Galaxy was getting a more dangerous place. While she was not force sensitive, she could feel the shifting power. The buildup that would tip everything over the edge.

 

[WanderingJester]

Kalin sat at the bar, nursing his third bottle of Circuit Cider while staring off into space.


He had just spent a good part of the last 16 hours scouting the main administration building of Coronet city, as well as the defensive structures around it and the local and planetary garrison buildings, collecting data and forming a comprehensive picture on the capital's military might. Most of the plans had been unchanged since he served with the Jedi Order in what seemed like a lifetime ago, and Kalin just completed the details of the picture with what he hadn't known before as well as those that have changed since then. Still, the gray Jedi was nothing if not thorough, so he also planned a late night break in of the main administration building's archives, to get blueprints and contingency plans in case of an invasion or attack, before leaving the planet. So while he waited for the appropriate time, the young man decided to grab something to eat.


Kalin had overheard some of the locals talk about a bar and diner that was tucked away from the busier main streets and sections of the capital, and while the neighborhood surrounding it had a rough reputation, people still often frequent the place. Deciding to check the place out himself, he went over, ignoring the stares and whispers on the streets as he passed other pedestrians. When he arrived, the decor of the place didn't impress or surprise him. It looked borderline run down, though some of the waitresses did looked as tasty as the food here were rumored. The place, filled with everyone from bounty hunters to low-tier local officials, eyed him up and down as the gray jedi walked in, less about his lightsaber and more of his armor, before returning to their own business. One particularly intoxicated Trandoshan thought to impressed the females of the establishment by starting a fight with Kalin; the young man quickly disabused him of that notion with a punch to the face that sent the drunk straight into the arms of the place's Gamorrean bouncers, who promptly vacated the thug from the premises.


Kalin walked up to the bar, where a three eyed bartender apathetically looked at Kalin and took his orders. After eating the simple, but surprising quite delicious food, the gray Jedi went over the night's plans in his head, going over details once more while pondering a way to reach into the force and somehow verifying if there was indeed a way to contact Master Bindo. He had forgo his usual self-force suppression, which he often employed to mask his own signature within the force. Less of a way to hide completely but more to make it difficult for anyone to identify him through it. Tonight though, he settled for power containment, only concealing his true might in favor of the guise of an average Jedi knight or Sith Warrior. Though he didn't bother reaching out with his senses, Kalin already knew that the Imperial spy pretending to be celebrating happy hour with her coworkers haven't let her eyes wandered off his back for any more than a minute. He didn't let it bother him though, not anymore than the smuggling team eating in the corner on the opposite end of the diner that were more covert in their observation, or the bounty hunter sitting further down the bar debating whether he should take a chance in capturing Kalin or not.


No, Kalin just kept a casual, almost subconscious eye on the surroundings while taking another sip from the Circuit Cider bottle again, half meditating and half pondering philosophically now, even as he waved for another bottle at the bartender with the hand that held a credit chip.

 

[nevermore0714]

The two Sith were taking their time, exploring the city of Coronet. Both of them kept their power suppressed as they wandered into a bar with a three-eyed bartender. Verboten was dressed in a Corellian business suit, while Kreuz was in her robes. The two took a couple seats and ordered two glasses of Corellian brandy. After Verboten paid for their glasses, the two began a rehearsed conversation about the coarseness of sand and how it gets everywhere.


As the two spoke, Verboten kept track of the fellow people in the bar. The Gamorrean bouncers didn't seem to be much of a threat, so long as neither of them started anything. The bounty hunter seemed more interested in the armored fellow. The group of smugglers seemed to have their attention locked in their own conversation about onions, finger bones, and the color red; Verboten assumed that this was part of some greater story that was going to be told in at least seven books. But, what really drew his attention was the group of Imperials enjoying Happy Hour, one of whom seemed to be giving special attention to a force user that was drinking alone.


As Verboten was lost in his thoughts, mindlessly continuing the rehearsed conversation, Kreuz was going through ideas in her own mind about how to effectively stir up something interesting.

 

[Rentition]

The ex-jedi jumped from her perch, landing gracefully upon the ground. Exerting a small amount of force from her body to ease her fall. She strolled to her ship, parked 20 ft from the spire. Her stroll was intereupted. Geonosian warriors appeared on all sides of her. Zetarra grinned to herself and ignited her saber. "Leave now. Or die." They all laughed, knowing that taking her captive would be profitable. The jedi council were not keen on deserters. Their leader stepped forward. "We know your history now, ex jedi. You will not be free for much longer, deserter." Zetarra smiled openly. "Well, cheers then." The geonosians opened fire.


Her saber spun flawlessly around her body, deflecting back blasts. Slowly picking off her assailents. Then they sent in their melee units. The knight lept from area to area spinning and slashing through geonosian skin, the green blood splattering the ground. Her orange saber flourishing around her body. When all but their leader laid lifeless in the dirt. "You dispicible person. You just ruined my favorite training spot." She glared at him, then deactivated the saber. "You live. But know that if you attempt to track or follow me, i may not be so kind." She walked back to her ship. She cursed herself for her mercy. Then got on board and flew into space, setting a course for coronet.

 

[WanderingJester]

Two more patrons walked in as the night progressed, and Kalin wouldn't have paid much attention to them, but his gut told him to do otherwise when he saw the girl's robes in his peripheries; they reminded him enough of the kind used by force users that they caught his attention. However, the bounty hunter had chosen this moment to finish his glass of liquid courage, and using the supplement to reinforce his original stock, came to a decision. Getting up, he drew out his blaster in a manner than reminded Kalin of a Rancor's subtlety. However, the bounty hunter put enough care to not alert the dim-witted Gamorrean bouncers as he made his way towards the gray Jedi. When he reached the bored looking Kalin, who had finished the rest of his cider in one breath, the freelance hunter put his free hand on a white armored shoulder.


"Hey buddy, don't-" The bounty hunter never finished his sentence as a Circuit Cider bottle smashed against his head. The bounty hunter tried to get a shot off, but a sharp pain responded from the hand holding his blaster as Kalin's free hand broken several fingers in the process of disarming his opponent. By the time the hunter realized this, the young man had dropped the broken bottle's neck and slammed the bounty hunter's head against the bar. Hard. When the unconscious man slid down the side of the bar, Kalin found himself surrounded by several viibro-axe wielding Gamorreans as well as who he presumed to be the head of security of the establishment: a balding middle aged man with a pig's nose holding a Vulkar Shock Stick.


The gray Jedi held his hands up to indicate the lack of threat from him, though he knew that it wasn't the gesture the prevented a prompt and unruly forced exit curtsied of the smelly security staff in front of him. It wasn't even the lightsaber that hung from his belt in full view of his opened robe that partially covered his armor. The diner/bar hybrid's security hadn't descended upon him because they saw the credit chip he held up in one of his raised hands. Kalin knew they could only see his face behind his nose, due to his hood, and so gave a smirk as he dropped the chip containing twice the amount of his tab down on the bar.


"Sorry about the mess, gentlemen. I was on my way out anyways." With that he began walking towards the exit, closely watched by the Gamorreans and their boss.


On the way out Kalin could see the table of smugglers; all of them had their hands on the hand of their respective weapons as they watched him walk to the exit. He also gave a passing glance at the Imperials, and cursed near silently. The spy was gone, and Kalin could almost hear the order for Sith Assassins dispatched no doubt to eliminate him. This would complicate things, seeing as he was trying to complete the mission and leave the planet before dawn broke. He would have to work fast tonight.