Open Warring Warlords at War With other Warlords.

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  1. RAZ

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    Raz had always planned to return to this planet, his last journey here was probably enough to make anyone else perminately vacate this sector of the Galaxy, and vow never to return or probably even talk about it. But something about the simplicity of it all had drawn him back, as after all he did typically enjoy taking what he called 'Vacations' and using his skinshifting ability to drop into several different assorted communities pretending to be one of them, and escape the hassle of the real galaxy. Perhaps that is why he was once again back in the orbit of the mostly peaceful looking planet. It was no doubt they had taken steps within the planet's government's to avoid planet wide pollution unlike a certain skizz hole of a planet infested with fat ugly slugs.

    Still, Raz wondered what kind of a mess he had made during his last visit, he and two other had almost announced their presence to the whole world back then, and doing that to a planet that had never made any sort of contact with the outside Galaxy can sometimes shatter the planet's sense of order. Anyway, this time, Raz had a plan, a better one at least. He wasn't just going to land and wonder around aimlessly, no, he'd been studying the planet now, for almost two combined weeks worth of time, and believed he had a way to create his own little foot hold here, somewhere he could hide out regularly.

    While the planet was mostly a peaceful world, there were areas of it riddled with violent conflict, and it was in those areas that Raz had planned to make an entrance. Silently he would park his ship somewhere secluded where he could hide it, and then enter the society with the plan to take over some sort of something shortly after arrival. In this area there were self proclaimed kings, and warlords all vying for land, he planned to make it all his, after all he was smarter than them.

    After waiting half a day, and studying some more, and preparing his gear, Raz brought the ship in nice and dark, keeping low and cold until he found a place to park that he could cover the ship.

    Giving the droids and crew the orders to take off at the first sight of discovery, Raz set out on foot, his backpack filled with the gear he would probably need for the job.
     
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    Raz slid down hills, and climbed through groves, and trudged through rivers for miles before he came across a sort of settlement. It was more like a camp, the peoples of the settlement appeared very disorganized, and Raz spotted the two people who had been set as pseudo guards long before he actually approached the encampment.

    Standing about six meters up in a tree, Raz tossed a rock to the ground to gain the attention of the man standing guard, his archaic slug thrower the only weapon he seemed to have. It worked, the man had caught sight of the movement, and was slowly walking in Raz's direction, looking down at the undergrowth at the copious amount of plants that had grown in the area, thinking as Raz had planned, that someone was hiding in it. With one more rock to the ground, the man raised his gun and began to search the area, knowing nothing about what was about to occur.

    Once he was in range, Raz plummeted from the tree top, falling fast, and landed on the man's torso, Raz's knife sliding quickly multiple times into the man's chest. He died almost half a moment later, not a shot being fired, the way Raz wanted it.

    Kneeling beside the man, Raz held his face in his hands, as his own began to take the shape, color, and complexion of the now dead man's. Now that Raz looked the part, he picked up the man's slug thrower, and pushed his body under the brush.

    Making his way back into the settlement, Raz walked around, the place seemed to be very disorganized and most people were separated by some sort of class Raz couldn't identify. Finally he came across the only permenant looking building in the place, the rest appearing to be temporary looking tents and structures. Inside Raz found who he believed to be in charge.

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    The man had been living a much more posh lifestyle than any of the other people Raz had seen. Servants and food littered the inside of the man's residence. Plush furniture and pieces of art adorned the room, Raz was immediately made sick by this man, disgusted at his lifestyle.

    Raz approached him and managed to convince him that his attention was needed. Raz filled the man's head with lies, telling him that Raz had found something in the nearby forest that he needed to see, but neglected to say what it was. Unfortunately for Raz the man summoned four others who carried these slug throwers as well, and the party of six set out.

    Raz was only able to walk them about a mile away before the fat man began asking questions, Raz decided this was the time, and turned on them, causing a complete surprise he was able to quickly down all four of the man's guards with his own slug thrower, and lift the leader off the ground with the force, choking him and pulling him toward Raz. The man was clearly surprised and gripped at his own neck and tried to gasp for breath, a sensation Raz would personally see never came. After killing the man Raz held the man's head in his hands, and once again assumed the identity of his kill.

    The walk back was a short one, and he was met half way by other men who had heard the shots being fired, wearing the face of their leader, they believed every word he said when he called all the other men traitors and said that he had to do away with them. This put a slight tinge of fear in some of the man's faces, and Raz bathed in it. It was his time to rule this bunch of outcasts..
     
  3. Xhexania

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    With small plumes of smoke trailing out behind the small freighter, the pilot activated his best piloting skills to avoid crashing nose first into the ever nearing ground. His ship was precious to him, but the few passengers that booked passage aboard his flying love affair were far more precious. If they died under his watch, or become seriously wounded, word of this catastrophe would ruin his business before it really took off. His three crewmen were scurrying about, getting the passengers strapped in for the impending crash. Appearing in the doorway, her aroma proceeding her, the red skinned Twi'lek stared hard at him.

    "Your piloting skills are less desirable than your hospitality," she said stealing a glance out the viewport before settling back on him. The pilot struggled with a reply. his focus on not getting everyone killed. When he turned to speak, the woman was gone. The woman gave him the creeps, but she had the credits and he needed her credits; still she was scary to be around. Just when he gained control of his falling ship, all the systems went dark and the entire lot was at the mercy of gravity.

    Then the ship crashed.

    The pilot immediately rushed to the passenger compartments only to be intercepted by the woman. "Congratulations, you managed to kill everyone on board except for us. Naturally," she said with a faceless expression on her face. How was that possible the pilot thought? The crash was bad, but it wasn't that bad. How could all of the passengers die from such a minor crash? Then he saw the metal object in her hand. It looked familiar to him and he dug around his memory as to when he saw such an object. Then it hit him, it was a lightsaber hilt. But this woman could not possibly be a Jedi.

    Breaking his concentration, the woman spoke again. "Yes, yes. I killed them all. No pointe in dragging this out. Now, you and I are alone on this planet and it's your responsibility to find passage off for me." Taking a step back with the shock of all this playing out in his body, he shook his head replying, "No! You murdered all those people and my crew! Now you expect me to help you off this planet, go to hell!"

    "Tragic," she responded right before she extended both her hands, where small electrical pulse danced and crackled along her fingertips. She exited the ship, as the only survivor, into a unknown forest on an unknown world.
     
  4. Alask Vrein

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    "Twitchy, I've a feeling we're not in the Outer Rim anymore..."

    A lone nerf-herder freighter sat in space, slowly making its way towards the planet that loomed over the ship. It was truly a sight to behold, but Alask was more distracted by the fact they had screwed up their hyperspace calculations and were probably an unreasonable distance from any civilization. They were stranded out in the Unknown Space, a region that was never mapped or explored and was only told about through rumors and legends. The Twi'lek gulped as he looked towards the planet becoming ever so large as the ship went forward.

    The astromech droid seemed to be pacing back and forth frantically, small bits of binary escaping from the droid. Sympathetically, Alask put a hand on Twitchy, hoping to calm the little guy down.

    "It's okay! Maybe... maybe this planet has people on it or something? That'd be nice y'know! We could probably refuel and maybe go to a bar or something!" Alask let out a nervous laugh, trying to keep his hopes up but a part of him realizing that he might end up stranded and die with his body in an uncharted part of the galaxy, never to be found. Their best bet was to get onto the surface of the planet and see if there was any signs of civilization.


    "Hey, Twitchy!" The Rutian looked over to his astromech droid, messing with a few knobs nearby, "Check our comms, maybe we can get a signal out or something!"


    The droid let out a happy beep and made its way over to the communications area, checking to see if the systems were working. Once everything was set and done, the droid returned back to its owner, relaying the information that the comms channels were working. The Twi'lek let out a smile as he got up and walked over to the communications area, having his astromech pilot the ship.

    "Mayday, mayday! Anyone who is receiving this signal, my name is Alask'vrein and I'm stranded out in an unknown area. Anyone out there, please come to assist! If there's anyone out there-"


    Suddenly, something broke through over the communications channel, disrupting Alask's little mayday signal. It seemed like it was coming from the planet itself, but it wasn't like most of the signals in the galaxy. It seemed... archaic in a way. What the hell was this? Anxious, the boy tried to open up the message, and a large video suddenly appeared on the ship's holoprojector.

    "Good luck, and don't f*ck it up." A dark-skinned woman with quite big hair and red dress spoke as the camera zoomed out towards two others, one wearing a pink bodysuit and the other wearing a large dress. Alask couldn't help but look as the video began playing.


    It looked like the same type of Holoshows that he'd watched before, like a competition, but this was quite different. It all changed when the woman with the dress ripped it off and began her performance. The astromech looked back, and as soon as the droid saw the video, the little guy was automatically interested in whatever was playing on the holoprojector than the ship's controls. The two just sat and watched the performance, Alask rooting for the woman who had ripped off her dress. The people at the judge's panel seemed to be enjoying themselves, and so were Alask and Twitchy. Unfortunately, it was all cut short by the sound of something burning as the ship began to pierce through the planet's atmosphere at max speed.

    "What's that smell? Twitchy, did you burst another circuit board again-" As soon as he realized what was happening, the Twi'lek boy could only look on with horror as he saw the ground starting to become ever so visible as the ship made its way through the clouds. He broke out into a sprint and grabbed a hold of the controls, trying to stop them from crashing directly into the surface and exploding into a fireball from impact. The astromech zoomed around, letting out metallic screams as the holoprojector continued displaying the video, the word 'Money' filling the ship as the word continued to repeat itself through the song playing in the video.


    With all his strength, Alask pulled the ship's steering controls up, hoping that they wouldn't nosedive straight into the ground. They were even closer to the ground, and a forest of sorts could be seen where they were headed. The ship was slowly decreasing in speed, and the pilot was amazed that the ship had moved quite quickly for being a nerf-herder. Within a few minutes, the ship was close towards its slow-paced speed right as it dove into the forest canopy, sending various tree branches off into the distance. The ship continued its descent before finally crashing into the ground, sending a plethora of dirt flying into the air.

    "Well, that was a nice landing..."
     
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  5. RAZ

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    Raz was now posing as the leader of this here group of savage, unadvanced maruarders, and he had plans to take it steps further by commanding a vast amount of land here. After learning what he could about the various other war lords of the area, Raz was assembling a squadron of men, some fifty large, all of them armed with archaic slug throwers, and none of them wearing any sort of armor, as apparently that sort of thing was rare on this planet. Raz thought this to be odd, but accepted it all the same.

    It was nearing the dark hours, the sun would set in only a matter of an hour and half or so, Raz had his men at attention and was explaining the plan to them, they were going to storm an enemy compound and take over. But Raz's plan was waylaid as he saw a ship come crashing down from the sky, well he thought it was a ship, figured it was at least. Could have been a meteor or something else, but the last time he was here he had crashed his lifeboat, and days later two others had crashed their ships as well. What was it with this planet and crashing ships? Maybe it had a violent magnetic field around it, Raz didn't know, but he knew he would need to find out who was on board, perhaps they were stuck here now, he remembered how bad it was when he was stuck here, and that was at least in a civilized area of the planet. This part, not so much.

    Keeping with part of his plan, he ordered his now very surprised, and a little worrisome army of fifty men to follow him to the crash site, it couldn't be more than ten or so miles from where they were.

    Luckily, the group of savage warriors had lots of different vehicles at their disposal, land vehicles, slow and gas powered, but it was better than walking. Loading up, mostly in the backs of what they called trucks, the whole group made their way in a caravan style towards the crash site.

    After only fifteen minutes or so, the group arrived, Raz spotting the ship and recognizing it almost immediately as he'd seen its type before. Raz was using an old blaster revolver he'd taken off a dead man a while back and his men all had their slug throwers, if he had to actually fire he may need to explain some things to his men, but for now he didn't care, his own safety took precedent.

    Hello? Raz called in Galatic basic, which wasn't much different than the language spoken on this planet, toward the wreck, his men all at attention and waiting for Raz go give the order to fire if he needed to.
     
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    Eyes shifting around the forest, occasionally glancing up at the canopy of leaves and branches that blotted out the light, she tried to sort out her bearings. She was lost, completely, on a world of unknown origins and no way to decipher a proper direction. During the crash, she didn't spend time staring out the viewports hoping to glimpse signs of civilization; her only concerns where her survival and the tiny, precious object she locked away in a small box that was tucked away inside one her robe's inner pockets. Absentmindedly, she tapped the small bulge to ensure it was still there.

    After some deliberation, she picked a route and started down the path putting the wreck and dead bodies behind her. During her walk, she mentally stored away the various flora along the way, the scientific part of her heart swooning with delight. Her love of science was always flourishing, which extended even to botany; which she had found produced some rather interesting results when two or three plants where spliced together. Unfortunately, she had no means to collect samples which rattled her mental state slightly. She could only hope the future held a return trip back to this planet, whatever planet this was.

    With an undisclosed amount of time passing, she arrived to a small clearing where she saw the remnants of broken branches dangling from atop the trees. Another crash victim, she pondered. Looking up from her standing pointe now, she took notice that the day was slowly giving over to night, and thought it wise to locate suitable lodgings for the evening. It was one thing to be lost on a planet during the day, it was worse at night, with no concrete knowledge of what hunted and ruled these sprawling forests. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should investigate the other site first. In the end, she moved back into the forest heading to where the crash site may be based upon the trajectory she amassed from the angle of broken tree tops; and in the process hoping to find a place for the night, it was a scenario she could except.
     
  7. Alask Vrein

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    With a less than graceful landing, Alask and his droid had found themselves stranded on an unknown planet that seemed to be quite interesting. But the first thing on the smuggler's mind was the state of their ship. Getting up from his seat, the Twi'lek made his way towards various parts of the ship that held vital systems, examining them for any damage. He was quite worried about the exterior damage, but there were enough scrap parts on the ship to take care of that.

    "Alright Twitchy, take note! Hyperdrive is fine, engines are tolerable, that sealing thing we used on that one part kind of melted off during the crash so make sure that you get the tube out of the crate, and that's basically all for interior damage." Alask let out a small sigh as he walked over to the cargo hold ramp, hitting one of the buttons to slide the ramp down. Taking a step outside, the heat and sounds of the forest hit him.

    The trail of destruction the ship had left behind was quite visible, and anyone with a decent sense of tracking would be able to find the ship. Alask didn't know whether to be glad about that or scared out of his mind. What if the locals were a bunch of weirdos who had a knack for the taste of a young Twi'lek boy's flesh? He shuddered as he thought about it, the thought like something out a horror holomovie. Gulping, the boy made his way around the ship, examining the damage done.

    There were large scratches across the hull, mostly due to the tree branches, but other than that everything looked fine. No leaks from the engines, no major damage, they had gotten quite lucky. The kid let out a small laugh as he looked up towards the sky, a small bit of sweat dripping down his neck. It sure was hot out here, but at the same time this place seemed pretty nice. Maybe if he got the chance he could try and have a picnic.

    "Hello?"

    Alask nearly froze as he heard the sound of a man's voice, and he looked towards his side to see a large group of men all armed with guns, their leader quite scary looking. The kid was a bit scared, mostly because it wasn't everyday you saw a whole group of men with slugthrowers. Running towards his ship's ramp, Alask prayed that these guys weren't slavers or random group of murderers. Ducking behind a crate, Alask let out a few small breaths, peering around the corner to try and get a look at the men.

    That's when he noticed it. The leader guy was speaking Galactic Basic. That meant the guy was probably somewhere from the Galaxy or something! Happily, the kid got up from his hiding place and called out to the man, still staying within his ship in case they tried anything.

    "Hey man! It's good to finally see someone that's from the Galaxy again, I was kind of just expecting a bunch of aliens or something. You wouldn't know where we are would you? And also, uh, don't shoot me... please? I don't wanna die here."
     
  8. Venatus Phoenix

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    "ACCURSED INFERNAL MACHINE! Why, why in all the seven hells do you REFUSE TO FUNCTION AS COMMANDED!"

    To say that his patience with this starship had come to an end would be an understatement in the extreme. He and his apprentice had been stuck on this rock for no longer than four hours after Aliyah had landed it there. As it turned out, along one of their last stops someone had scrapping parts of their ship. Being much too hurried to be bothered by such things, as bloodthirsty shadows tend to keep one occupied, they left the planet in haste. They noticed it too late, and Aliyah had to make an emergency landing on the planet before setting a beacon for help. Unfortunately, this planet was hardly a hotspot for travel. For the better part of those four hours, they had both been attempting to macgyver the ship back together, but these strange mechanical devices were foreign to him. He never had to tinker with technology before, he had no use for it.

    There was absolutely no point in losing his demeanor over this. He stalked from the engine roomed haughtily until he reached his quarters, opening the small lockbox he had at the foot of his bunk to reveal a wooden pipe. Grabbing what little herb he had left in the ship, he packed the pipe full and walked right out of the ship itself. It would calm his nerves for a time, but he knew the frustration would simply build again. He needed to walk and attempting to find advanced civilization seemed like a good enough reason to warrant the risk. For the time being, he would smoke until Aliyah emerged from the ship, at which point he would explain his plan.

    "We should scout ahead, see if we can't find any signs of civilization. Perhaps seek help. At worst, I can teach you how to hunt and we get a temporary break from this nightmare..."

    His nose quivered momentarily at the familiar smell of smoke. He could feel a number of bright flames nearby, the energy from the heat calling to him as if cries for aid. The pyromancer's aura flickered even as his eyes began to glow amber and gold anew, sparking as his mind raced. Another sign, from the Force? Perhaps this was Varg, The Wolf God's way of telling him that was where to look, and a fire was a good sign of life if ever there was. The instant he crested the small hill they had landed nearby, however, he saw a very different story. Two crashes, one looking much worse than the other, several miles away. There was most certainly people that had survived, and the pair were bound to try and help however they could. Retrieving his traveling cloak, Venatus began to go forth, leaving his pipe and annoyance behind.

    "Crashes. Seems we may yet have a purpose here after all."

    @Autumn's Firefly (This looks interesting)
     
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    Aliyah hated this entire situation. Not just because she felt like it was her fault, but also because there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. What made it worse is that they insisted on trying anyway, and the results were... less than stellar. The engine was gutted, they'd need to salvage parts or await rescue. The Order was bound to notice the beacon, though Aliyah didn't think they'd be all too pleased to see her. She hadn't done anything wrong, per say, but she did fight against a God of Darkness and his evil shadow minions. Now that was a traumatic memory she would never forget.

    Yelling isn't helping...

    She couldn't help him, he walked right out. She didn't know whether she should be frustrated, sad or just plain angry. This altogether sucked. She tossed the tool she was holding across the engine room in defeat, turning back to the lounge area in time to spot Venatus leaving the ship.

    "Hey. What is that?"

    He was holding a pipe. She knew what was packed in it, but never imagined he was the type to smoke it. Considering all the kiffery they had to deal with over the past few weeks, though, it was reasonable. But she wanted to hear what his explanation was. He replied with the important details first, his plan to get us out of here. Shortly after, maybe due to the smoking, he just wandered off over a hill and came back looking absolutely pleased. Beaming, almost. Crashes? Now she understood.

    "Alright. Let's get to helping people."

    They took off over the hill and into the trees, towards the crash sites. Aliyah was immediately aware she might be able to salvage enough to get us off this rock.