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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 0:16:24 GMT -8
Jedi Master Rawkill waddled onto stage, his diminutive size making the trek take longer then it would for anyone else of normal size. Legions of women all let out a collective sigh as they watched what they thought was a cute little teddy bear approach presenters podium. The floor elevated so that Rawkill could see over the podium, no doubt there was a good amount of moistened cherry's throughout the Theatre=Jedi Master Rawkill=Yaa-yaah! and welcome to the Sithies 2014. Today I am here to present the award for Best Darksider. We must first consider, what makes a Darksider, a Darksider. Well the obvious starts with them being members of the Dark side of the Force, but not necessarily a Sith specifically. A dark sider seeks great power, both through physical and mental force. They harness their rage to burn their enemies with their sight, and command legions of followers...Something I think these nominee's embody almost perfectly: Walter Avius, Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase, Caed Maas, and Sinistra. Rawkill then fumbled a little with the envelope, his fur covered paws struggling to comprehend the madness of a human's envelope design. How in the hell did people ever survive using these cursed things as their only means of communication for thousands of years before electronic communication. Rawkill then used one of his nails as a type of knife to cut the envelope open, before reading the result=Jedi Master Rawkill=And the winner is... Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase! YUB YUB! The awards table rose up from the floor with the nominee and winner awards on it:
Lord Jud'dayus the Debase - WINNER
Walter Avius
Caed Maas
Sinistra
The platform then descended to stage height as Rawkill waddled off, winking at the hordes of adoring female fans that he had amassed, all waiting to feel the Ewok Spear of Power
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 0:21:54 GMT -8
As Rawkill made his way off stage, the light dimmed as a countdown clock appeared on the holo screens that showed how long it was until the next award was to be presented
=Jack the Voice Over=
The Sithies 2014 return in 9 hours...
The lights in the Theatre atrium lights returned to normal brightness, allowing the patrons to more easily come and go until the next presentations begun
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2014 13:07:20 GMT -8
Appearing from a puff of rather evil looking yellow smoke, Aya steps out onto the stage as the faint but distinctive scent passes through the room. Her two facial horns glittered with a dark red liquid that was quickly hardening into clusters of yellow crystals.-Aya Greetings mortals, I bring from the depths of the underworld a trophy for the worst of the worst. Gunrunners, Free Traders, Gangsters, Crime Lords, Pirates, Thieves, Smugglers, Drug Cutters. The names they operate under are as legion as the crimes they commit.Behind her a number of smokey figures appear, faint & faded but still recognizable. As Aya talks she moves from one figure to the next.-Aya Adrien Draykon, smuggler captain & the leader of a whole crew of sinners.
Arcanus Sunstrider, A heartless assassin known as Alpharius to some.
Arkan Bloodrage, pirate scum with an unhealthy taste for ramming his fleet down his prey's throat.
Cromna Fenn, a senator also know as Crom'nen, who like many of his colleges belongs to us.
Exchequer Australis, The source of more criminal groups than any other & hopelessly mired in our ways.
Jace Stealer, a member of the Unfair Advantage.
Karana Malora, another member of the Unfair Advantage. At this point her hand was wreathed in a swirl of flame. After a moment the fire vanished leaving only a charred slip of paper behind. The short Zabrak looks at it & lets out a rather unnerving laugh.-Aya And the soul we claim this year is Crom'nen, come forth & claim your just reward!At this point, six of the smoky figures seem to quiver in pain before dissolving. The image of the last figure sharped more & more until it burst into fire leaving the Twi'lek in its place.After setting the award in the hands of the Twi'lek, she turns into a pillar of salt before rapidly crumbling away into nothing. The burnt slip of paper floats to the ground, the words "Crom'nen" & "The Password is Admiral" charred into its surface.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 15:18:17 GMT -8
With Wilhelm currently busy elsewhere, the Sithies crew had no choice but to let Jack introduce the next presenter, dim miner the lights as Sinistra's headshot was projected on the screens
=Jack the Voice Over=
Once again we descend down the rabbit hole in search of a winner. Tonight, we bring you a special guest to present the Best Lightsider. Ladies and Gentlemen, now on the Main Stage, the Emperor of the Galactic Empire and Dark Lord of the Sith... Sinistra!
The crowd erupted into a round up applause as the lights did some party action, before returning to a normal state ahead of Sinistra's appearance, the camera's ready and waiting to center on her
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 22, 2014 15:33:24 GMT -8
The sounds of music and gregorian chants drifted through the theatre as Sinistra entered from the rear, her dress flowing around her, ripples of silk on a breeze. She paused before the microphone, an imperial accent and crisp diction marking her speech as she began her presentation in her lilting mezzo voice with an edge of velvety darkness. Ladies and gentleman, characters and writers alike; it is my great honor to once again present the Sithy award for Best Lightsider. This year has seen turmoil and strife, situations that stretch the limits of our personalities and test our mettle. War is not gentle, it is not kind, and the sacrifices demanded by it can be great. It is through those hardships that help to define the traits that solidify those who champion the just and the good. The nominees this year for Best Lightsider are: Devlin Dewe Terra Kiros Adieumus Matango Eli Vandal Aerandir Calmcacil Ael Jade Will Son'tir The winner for Best Lightsider is..." She opened a cream colored envelope, and pulled out the embossed card inside."Adieumus Matango!"She gives him a round of applause and steps off to the side of the the stage to allow him to accept his award as a triumphant tune begins to play.OOC:The album for nominee trophies is here and the password is Sinistra.
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Post by Sithies Manager on Feb 22, 2014 16:30:39 GMT -8
An older woman in a lovely black evening gown and sparkling of jewels makes her way onto the stage, stopping at the microphone and signalling for silence. She is smiling gently and knowingly as it is down to the final three awards of the night.
"Good evening everyone, I hope you're all having a wonderful time enjoying the company of this community we have made. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their participation in this crazy little corner of the internet and in this group of Star Wars geeks. The Sithy Awards are labor of love, a chance to recognize our friends for their efforts in crafting a finely woven tale for all of us to enjoy. I would like to thank my staff for their tireless effort in putting on this year's awards."
She leads them all in another round of applause before she continues.
"And now to present the award for Best Character - Female, Morgan Calmcacil!"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Feb 22, 2014 16:36:59 GMT -8
*Little Morgan, in her pretty purple dress, ascended the stage and made her way to the podium. Due to her small size, she had to request some assistance in setting up props so that she could actually reach the microphone. Once she was up there, she grinned as she began her presentation.*Last year, I got to present the award for Best Male Character, which was fun, but this year, I get to present the award for the better sex! *There was clearly the slightest bit of hesitance as she spoke that last word due to her childish conceptions of the word, but she managed to quickly shrug it off.*Yeah! Us girls do all the work! We do the tough stuff already, like having babies and taking care of families, and then we can do anything else guys can do at once! And there's something else we do every month that's tough too, but nobody tells me what that is. *She shrugged to herself, then started to open the envelope as she continued.*Tonight, we celebrate the best of the best, and those are... *She looks down at the list and her eyes widen briefly.*That's a lot of people... *Realizing she'd said that out loud, she looked up, eyes still widened, and she grinned nervously.*Er, sorry. The nominees are... Ael Jade, Lord Sinistra, @terrakiros, Jena Shaewe, Lyssa Ramaela, @ambah, Ice Matango, Lia Corusa, and Diva, from Aeons Torn. And the winner is... *Upon removing the winner's name from the envelope, there was a noticeable look of disappointment, but she knew she wasn't supposed to be biased—whatever that meant—and smiled again as she looked back up at the audience.*Lia Corusa! *She grinned and clapped, then leaned toward the microphone again.*Oh! By the way, I love you Daddy and Jake and Uncle Ambar, please don't get mad at me for making fun of boys. *She giggled and hopped down, exiting the stage and leaving the floor to the next person on stage.*OOC: Trophy gallery here, the password is my name, Morgan!
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Feb 22, 2014 17:04:20 GMT -8
Post by Sithies Manager on Feb 22, 2014 17:04:20 GMT -8
Betty returned after the award presentation amid the applause, smiling and signaling for silence.
"And now a lady who needs no introduction. She's smooth, strong, soft and runs a tight ship at the RDMC. Here to present the award for Best Character - Male is Ice Matango!"
Betty stepped offstage for Ice to come out and present her award.
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Post by Ice Matango on Feb 22, 2014 17:57:47 GMT -8
Once second she was at the bar, the next she was standing on the stage with an envelope in her hand, the shot glass of whiskey still in her other hand. How the hell did that happen? Damn, these Sithies were ran by a bunch of tricky bastards. Looking at the words on the envelope, she saw that it was for Best Male Character. Smirking, she drank down the shot of whiskey and tossed the glass over her shoulder, hearing it shatter somewhere behind her, while stepping up to the mic. "Ladies and Gentlemen, and Sinistra - because I would never be stupid enough, or drunk enough, to call you a lady..." She glanced at Sinistra with a wink, giving the darksider a nod before continuing. "...I'm here to present the award for Best Male Character. These nine men have worked hard throughout the year in their various endeavors and being nominated by their peers is just one of the many accomplishments they have all achieved.
The nominees for Best Character- Male are:
Aerandir Calmcacil
Zion Moraviel
Atlantis Vyridian
Arkan Bloodrage
Adieumus Matango
Ander Tagira
Adrien Draykon
Walter Avius
Trull Ordo."Pursing her lips, she ripped the envelope open and arched a delicate eyebrow when she read the name."And the winner is, Adrien Draykon!"She applauded, along with the audience as she stepped aside to let he devilishly handsome smuggler accept his trophy.......---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The trophies are HERE and the password is unknown
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 22, 2014 18:45:08 GMT -8
As Adrien approaches the stage the music starts to play and he smiles as he walks up the stairs, and across the stage waving to the crowd. As he approached the podium he reached out and shook Ice's hand and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek before turning to face the applauding crowd. The roaring sound of clapping and whistles made his smile grow even bigger and he grabbed his award then lifted it in the air and the cheers boomed even louder before he set it down and motioned for everyone to settle down. When the cheers finally died down he leaned forward to the mic. "Thank you." He looks out across the audience and then turns to Ice and nods a thank you to her as well. "Wow, now that's an unexpected treat. It's almost bitter sweet, the guys in this category are a great bunch, it could have gone to any one of them. I'd like to thank a few people specifically, Constanza Vinti and Sinistra, you two are a couple of the best partners I've ever had and quite honestly you make me look better. The Matango clan, thank you for letting me use Honoghr all the time, it's like a home away from home. I'd like to thank my crew, the people who read our stories, and the people that keep me on my toes day in and day out, I'm looking at you Fel crew. Lastly and probably most importantly I would like to thank those of you who nominated me for this and other awards, win or lose I am truly grateful for your praise. It's been a while since I've been on this stage, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you all."He starts to walk off the stage, waving to everyone once again as his exit music hits. |
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 22, 2014 19:32:14 GMT -8
Jedi Master Rawkill waddled onto stage, his diminutive size making the trek take longer then it would for anyone else of normal size. Legions of women all let out a collective sigh as they watched what they thought was a cute little teddy bear approach presenters podium. The floor elevated so that Rawkill could see over the podium, no doubt there was a good amount of moistened cherry's throughout the Theatre=Jedi Master Rawkill=Yaa-yaah! and welcome to the Sithies 2014. Today I am here to present the award for Best Darksider. We must first consider, what makes a Darksider, a Darksider. Well the obvious starts with them being members of the Dark side of the Force, but not necessarily a Sith specifically. A dark sider seeks great power, both through physical and mental force. They harness their rage to burn their enemies with their sight, and command legions of followers...Something I think these nominee's embody almost perfectly: Walter Avius, Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase, Caed Maas, and Sinistra. Rawkill then fumbled a little with the envelope, his fur covered paws struggling to comprehend the madness of a human's envelope design. How in the hell did people ever survive using these cursed things as their only means of communication for thousands of years before electronic communication. Rawkill then used one of his nails as a type of knife to cut the envelope open, before reading the result=Jedi Master Rawkill=And the winner is... Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase! YUB YUB! The awards table rose up from the floor with the nominee and winner awards on it. The platform then descended to stage height as Rawkill waddled off, winking at the hordes of adoring female fans that he had amassed, all waiting to feel the Ewok Spear of Power
With a lazy shrug Jud tore his gaze away from Mike as they carted him off. The Sith's bottle of Thallrika came up to his face and upended, as an Ewok took the stage. "Damn savages..." Jud murmured under his breath as he took a swig, the crowd reacted better to the fuzzy animal than Jud ever could, and more than they should have. Jud shook his head and looked around him in disbelief. "Don't you know they're savages?" He asked loudly, the drink starting to take hold of his tongue. "Seriously. They eat people. I seens it..." Jud continued, standing up and lulling slightly as he spoke. "Cuddly yub yub teddy bears, my arse!"
Light filled his eye, and in an instant he was bathed in the blinding shimmer of several spotlights. Jud froze, thinking they'd finally found him; the heckler. "Oh...shtako." Jud managed, waiting for the light to be replaced with figures to lead him way from the proceedings and back to whatever rock he liked to live under. Instead there were jeers and clapping. The lights remaining fixed on him as his eyesight finally started to return. Everyone was looking at him, had they really liked his thoughts on the savagery of the Ewoks that much? No, of course not! Jud thought to himself as he continued to regain his composure.
"Oh...oh, Bogan no." He finally breathed, his single eye widening before looking up into the vaulted ceiling of the theater. "You actually won? We actually won?" The Venerable Sith finished, reminded that this was an awards ceremony, not just a meet and greet, or wife swap. He was the center of attention because he'd been elevated by his peers, and was now excepted to take the walk, give a speech and give a wave to his admiring public. "You can't make me!" Jud yelled skywards, crossing his arms and sitting on the ground like a petulant child. "You can't, you can't, you can't." Was his mantra, until he was miraculously on the stage in the same sitting position, as if he'd never moved.
"Whills be damned!" Jud shouted, knowing he'd never win against the powers that wrote him. He looked out over the throngs before him, and his stomach tightened. he'd never taken public speaking as a Jedi, and 3000 years or so of talking to no one but books, himself and ghosts didn't help the situation. With a timid chuckle the Sith got to his feet, and shooed the dirty little cannibal bear away with the remainder of his Thallrika bottle.
"Damned savages..." He said, the mic picking up the aside comment before Jud even turned to address the crowd. "Um... zzzzzzzvvhhhrrrrk" Jud started, placing his bottle on the podium with a reverberating thunk. The feedback causing the crowd to cover their ears in protest. "I'm honored to have been granted this award..." Jud looked at the inscription to know what he was actually receiving. "For Best Darksider... by Bogan, best even? Who would have thunk it?" Jud mused to himself aloud, not caring so much if the crowd heard his amazement.
The Sith was silent for a moment, maybe due to marveling at his new shiny trophy, but then another voice came from the dark recesses of the Sith's veiled face. "Well, this was an unexpected bonus for staying on with the site. Its been a good 7 going on 8 years of writing with exceptionally talented writers from all walks of life, and all sides of the globe to get here. And as much as I'm humbled by my peers choosing to allow me this accolade, I'd also ask everyone present to give a hand for all the runners up, and nominees. They are just as much a part of the life blood of this site as anyone here." Jud's hands picked the trophy up and hefted it over his hooded head. "Thanks again, but now I return you to your regularly scheduled ancient Sith mummy..."
"You Fugger!" Jud yelled, laying the trophy down on the podium before taking up his bottle. "You could have just told me..." Jud said with a shake of his head, before scooping up the trophy and sauntering off the stage with the bottle horizontal to his face. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 20:20:14 GMT -8
While the original Wilhelm was off entertaining a female guest, a clone Wilhelm suddenly appeared on the stage, from a shroud of shadows, his eyes glowing a deep red to differentiate the clone from the original. Wilhelm walked to the front of the stage and settled the crowd as it was time to introduce the final presenter
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Thank you, thank you all. And now it's time for the all important Best Overall award. This is the only award that really matters here tonight... oh I wasn't nominated, well then this just sucks... Well I kind of feel bad about inviting my friend to come present this... Well she is here anyway, so might as well get her to still present... Jack...
The Clone Wilhelm disappeared back into his shroud of shadows as the lights dimmed to a deep blue and a headshot of Rebecca was projected onto the screens
=Jack the Voice Over=
Coming to you from The Sithies Hall on Dressel, you are watching The Sithies 2014. And now on the Sithies Main Stage, here to present the Best Overall award, JvS' blue skinned beauty....Lady Rebecca.
The blue lights brightened a little as the camera's started to search the stage for Rebecca, waiting to center on the Lady of the Chiss
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 21:17:00 GMT -8
Rebecca appeared in a puff of blue smoke, clad in her new dress. She gave a bow to the crowd as she approached the presenter's podium, the lights were set to a nice cool blue, before fading to a warm yellow light so people could actually see the blue skinned Chiss"Wow, it's so nice to be back here at the Sithies 2014 with you guys!" Rebecca The crowd applauded Rebecca's opening statement, happy to have Rebecca back at the sithies"Last time I was here, I was presenting Best Planet, and now I have the honour of presenting Best Overall. It's why I prefer playing the big rooms, because you get to work alongside women like Ice and Sinistra, and men like... well let's just say there were some men and leave it at that..." Rebecca The crowd responded to Rebecca's remarks with a loud laugh, Before Rebecca calmed them down again"Now, I suppose I should actually speak a little bit about the award I am here to present. Although there have been a good number of awards presented, the Best Overall differentiate's itself by not focusing solely on a specific aspect of a character. The Best Overall award is about a Writer who fits into no specific category, and at times can write a plethora of gender's, species', and spectrum's of the force. These are traits that these nominee's all exhibit: Ael Jade, Varro Calistarious, Aerandir Calmcacil, Eralam, Gideon Raith, Ice Matango, Corr Vhett, Sinistra, and Taung H'rel" Rebecca Rebecca then picked up the envelope from the podium and tore it open"And the winner is..." Rebecca She then looked around, making sure Mike Frantz was no where nearby"Gideon Raith" Rebecca A table appeared behind Rebecca with the following award resting on it:
Gideon Raith - WINNER
Ael Jade
Varro Calistarious
Aerandir Calmcacil
Eralam
Ice Matango
Corr Vhett
Sinistra
Taung H'rel
Rebecca then quickly disappeared in another cloud of blue smoke before Gideon can get on stage and try defile her. Thankfully she was already gone by now, leaving the stage emptyOOC: the password is Rebecca
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 22, 2014 22:17:57 GMT -8
*Little Morgan, in her pretty purple dress, ascended the stage and made her way to the podium. Due to her small size, she had to request some assistance in setting up props so that she could actually reach the microphone. Once she was up there, she grinned as she began her presentation.*Last year, I got to present the award for Best Male Character, which was fun, but this year, I get to present the award for the better sex! *There was clearly the slightest bit of hesitance as she spoke that last word due to her childish conceptions of the word, but she managed to quickly shrug it off.*Yeah! Us girls do all the work! We do the tough stuff already, like having babies and taking care of families, and then we can do anything else guys can do at once! And there's something else we do every month that's tough too, but nobody tells me what that is. *She shrugged to herself, then started to open the envelope as she continued.*Tonight, we celebrate the best of the best, and those are... *She looks down at the list and her eyes widen briefly.*That's a lot of people... *Realizing she'd said that out loud, she looked up, eyes still widened, and she grinned nervously.*Er, sorry. The nominees are... Ael Jade, Lord Sinistra, @terrakiros, Jena Shaewe, Lyssa Ramaela, @ambah, Ice Matango, Lia Corusa, and Diva, from Aeons Torn. And the winner is... *Upon removing the winner's name from the envelope, there was a noticeable look of disappointment, but she knew she wasn't supposed to be biased—whatever that meant—and smiled again as she looked back up at the audience.*Lia Corusa! *She grinned and clapped, then leaned toward the microphone again.*Oh! By the way, I love you Daddy and Jake and Uncle Ambar, please don't get mad at me for making fun of boys. *She giggled and hopped down, exiting the stage and leaving the floor to the next person on stage.*OOC: Trophy gallery here, the password is my name, Morgan!
Which was why Lia Corusa wasn't on stage. In fact, she was nowhere near the event.
In her place on the stage stood a young woman, brown hair and eyes, simple features. Her royal blue gown swept the floor behind her as she quickly leaned towards the mic, Lia’s award shining in her hand. “Thank you, Morgan! I accept this award on Lia’s behalf,” she said, voice gentle and sincere but rushed. Clearly she was nervous. Poor thing. “She couldn't be here tonight because, well, half of you are trying to claim her bounty, and heavy security or not, we can’t have that kind of chaos at the Sithies.” A low ripple of chuckles from the crowd. She smiled. “So, a huge salute to the other nominees, I know Lia has read many of each of your posts, and she has massive amounts of respect for all of you. Thank you to the judges and the fabulously organized Sithies management group for giving the JvS community such a great event, and to the wonderfully talented people following Lia Corusa’s wild story. Stay tuned. The fun’s only just begun!” With a small wave and a tiny curtsy, the mystery woman strode off-stage and disappeared into the crowds behind the curtains.
Only later, after a long series of plans involving much dodging and circling around and stealthy sneaking to avoid any tails anyone might have put on her, would the woman deliver the award to Lia, who was hiding in the shadows of a vacant warehouse many miles from the Sithies event center watching the program on a datapad. And then, she'd vanish with a wink back into the realms of Out-Of-Character, leaving the blond runaway to appreciate her award on her own. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 23:25:28 GMT -8
Rebecca appeared in a puff of blue smoke, clad in her new dress. She gave a bow to the crowd as she approached the presenter's podium, the lights were set to a nice cool blue, before fading to a warm yellow light so people could actually see the blue skinned Chiss"Wow, it's so nice to be back here at the Sithies 2014 with you guys!" Rebecca The crowd applauded Rebecca's opening statement, happy to have Rebecca back at the sithies"Last time I was here, I was presenting Best Planet, and now I have the honour of presenting Best Overall. It's why I prefer playing the big rooms, because you get to work alongside women like Ice and Sinistra, and men like... well let's just say there were some men and leave it at that..." Rebecca The crowd responded to Rebecca's remarks with a loud laugh, Before Rebecca calmed them down again"Now, I suppose I should actually speak a little bit about the award I am here to present. Although there have been a good number of awards presented, the Best Overall differentiate's itself by not focusing solely on a specific aspect of a character. The Best Overall award is about a Writer who fits into no specific category, and at times can write a plethora of gender's, species', and spectrum's of the force. These are traits that these nominee's all exhibit: Ael Jade, Varro Calistarious, Aerandir Calmcacil, Eralam, Gideon Raith, Ice Matango, Corr Vhett, Sinistra, and Taung H'rel" Rebecca Rebecca then picked up the envelope from the podium and tore it open"And the winner is..." Rebecca She then looked around, making sure Mike Frantz was no where nearby"Gideon Raith" Rebecca A table appeared behind Rebecca with the following award resting on it:
Gideon Raith - WINNER
Ael Jade
Varro Calistarious
Aerandir Calmcacil
Eralam
Ice Matango
Corr Vhett
Sinistra
Taung H'rel
Rebecca then quickly disappeared in another cloud of blue smoke before Gideon can get on stage and try defile her. Thankfully she was already gone by now, leaving the stage emptyOOC: the password is Rebecca “Well... This is awkward.” He chuckled. “Don’t fret Becca darlin’, I’m all out of juice - but if I ask for volunteers; bring a raincoat.” Turning his gaze towards one of the Wenches stalking the floor, his cocky grin slowly fades. “Next time Hun, keep the bubbly.” Clearing his throat and turning towards the cardinal points of the auditorium, the Stormtrooper began his first and final speech in regards to the Sithies. “I’m honoured to have been nominated for this award, and even more so for taking it in what I’d hope was a close race. There is no way that a lowly, faceless, Stormtrooper could beat his Emperor, a pair Jedi High Councillor’s, a Fallen god, a big tittied Jedi Knight, a homicidal Mandalorian with an ego the size of Yavin, and one of my glorious opponents at Kuat; whose got a bigger erection for weapons than I do. Are the Judges mad? Could it be that all those years of my military organization being mocked for horrid accuracy have finally paid off?” He paused. “Well the answers pretty obvious, because this is one mark that I struck true.” Taking the award from its presenter and placing it beside his helm, Gideon’s cocky smile returned. “To think, I’m the only one without wiggly jazz hands on that list. This only proves the force is more of a burden than a boon when compared to my rifle. And I’m not talking about the rifle I presented earlier, though that one’s spread was far from supposed inefficiencies common with the Stormtrooper effect. So take that Rebel scum!” Coughing once to disguise his lack of preparation and to surmise much of his acceptance speech, Gideon ended his bout with a bow and walked off the stage with helm and award in hand. |
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Feb 22, 2014 23:26:36 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 23:26:36 GMT -8
With the last of the Sithies awards presented and all the important speeches done, The Clone of Wilhelm appeared from his shroud of shadows on center stage. His original was still off entertaining guests, so it fell to the Wilhelm clone to take care of all the closing ceremony duties=Wilhelm's Clone=Well Ladies and Gentlemen, we are nearing the end of the Sithies for 2014, comemorating the year of 2012-2013. I want to first say a big congratulations to all of the award winners who appeared tonight, and those who were unable to make it. We've had some good laughs, and some haunting memories that not even brain bleach will ever fix. But thems the breaks, however there is a couple awards that need to be taken care of first. The first being the award for Favourite Sithies Speech, which goes to... dear god, dare I say it... Gideon Raith, with assistance from Clem The Pancake Thief, Eradomens, Lord Jud'Dayus: The Debase, Mike Frantz, and Zion Morviael. The second is a participation medal that goes to Ander Tagira, for GALSAF's participation at Kuat, good work. And finally we are greatly saddened that the "saviour of the jedi" was unable to make it... or are we? With that taken care of, The official after party is being held in the Bar/Ballroom, so head on over there... Wilhelm's Clone disappeared back into a shroud of shadows as the lights on stage went dark and the screen displayed "The Sithies 2014" on them as the final voice over played=Jack the Voice Over=Once again we take a deep breath... reach for the skies... and rise from the rabbit hole to where the heaven's give birth to the sun...... Thank you, and remember... the after party has only just begun...Suddenly a short maniacal laughter track was played as the Theatre went fully dark, before the house lights came up and ushers started guiding people out of the Theatre towards the Bar/BallroomOOC: with permission from Ander
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Feb 23, 2014 12:18:34 GMT -8
Post by Walter Avius on Feb 23, 2014 12:18:34 GMT -8
A Time-Space warp hole appeared on stage, before the five members of Noble Team, Carter, Kat, Emile, Jorge, and Jun, appeared on stage. The Team was still dressed in their Mjolnir armour, since wearing tux's and armour was more of a Cassus or Plu thing to do. They approached the front of the stage, with Carter slightly out in the lead of the rest of themThank you all, it is a pleasure to be here tonight to present the award for Best NPC...A category that we know a thing or two about. Whilst this galaxy is all about the stories of you, the PCs, it is also true that you make up only a small fraction of this galaxy...The rest of it, is populated by people like ourselves, NPCs. Non-Player Character's can take pivotal roles in the SLs of PCs, such as that most prized R2 unit who get's you out of any sticky situation, or your army commander who is your mother's second cousins brother-in-law, twice removed. Regardless of their rank, they fill in the blanks that your character alone cannot...In fact, some NPCs can be so well written out, that they have their own backstory, their own lives. Someday they could even become their own PC, ya know? And tonight, we are here to recognize their talents of some of these amazing NPCs...And the nominee's are: Doneely Durant written by Walter Avius, Logan Aximand written by @gideonraith, Kaserp written by Walter Avius, Krae written by Arn Hart, Betsy written by Ice Matango, Lukas Matango written by Ice Matango, and One Bee written by Aerandir Calmcacil...And the winner is... Kaserp written by Walter Avius!Noble Team gave a huge round of applause as the trophy table rose behind them, ready to hand the awards out to the winner and the nominee's:
Kaserp written by Walter Avius - WINNER
Doneely Durant written by Walter Avius
Logan Aximand written by Gideon Raith
Krae written by Arn Hart
Betsy written by Ice Matango
Lukas Matango written by Ice Matango
One Bee written by Aerandir Calmcacil
Noble Team would then vanish back into the time-space portal, freeing upo the stage for the winner to make his speech, or for the host to announce the next presenter OOC: The Album password is Taung
But if that were the case, then why now do my knuckles run from the red and bleed white? Did I want this award? Surely not. How could this be more important than the accolades bestowed upon the battlefield, by the hand of the big man himself? I had been given an award one time not earned on the field. It was earned in other means, killing a dog, and the reward didn’t seem so rewarding. Beyond the lingering bruises and necrotic pain of the white hot iron. I guess some would call that a reward in a rancid and rotten way, bark growing upon a tree where it had once been stripped away, harder and stronger than ever before. But besides that, I never found much need for laurels unadorned with the scent of an enemies blood; not sure it got me anywhere in life.
Amidst deep thought, my heart fluttered when I heard my name spoken upon high decibel; didn’t realize that organ still worked beyond the motivating lust that drove me. As I rose from my seat, the business suit moved with me, absent a tie, with the half unbuttoned white shirt showing the most forthright hint of indecency, and I removed myself from any potential suspicions of elegance and dignified nature. These weren’t my peers; they were beneath me, nothing but the ants that reminded me of how tall I truly was. As I strode up to the stage, my orange Mohawk likely caught the light as I turned my emerald gaze towards the people of the crowd, moving up the stairs in stride.
I was on idle, a robot brought to movement but mentally removed from the occasion. As I accepted the award with a strong grip, I turned back towards the people who had gathered on Dressel and smiled, nodding quaintly.
“Not sure what to say. Umm...Thanks.” I said as I raised the award in the air and shrugged ever so slightly. Quickly after, I found my way back off the stage. This wasn’t the sort of spotlight I was interested, though I did subconsciously grip the award close to breast. A treasure was a treasure. Nevertheless, deep down I could have taken the time to thank the Sithies Staff for all the hard work they put into this. And recognized all the other candidates and the splendid writing they had completed the previous year. But that would have been the writer speaking, not Kaserp. I'm not the thankful type.
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