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Post by John Darklight on Jan 22, 2016 23:24:34 GMT -8
Warlords & Freemen
Principal Authors: Eren
I want to receive critical responses: (via msg)
I will be using standard Universe rules here (e.g., canon-only, fleet limits, etc.): Y
Location: Various
Timeframe: 13 Years prior to current Universe timeline
Info: This story will focus on the npc's i have yet to include in Eren's storyline. During this period he is eleven living on Dantooine and is of no importance to this Story arc.
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Post by John Darklight on Jan 28, 2016 22:24:10 GMT -8
>> The Revanence was the ship that ended everything. As much as i hate Exender and his Empire, that monster of a ship executed the end of our era magnificently. I knew our movement known as The Underground was a lost cause from the beginning but when they pulled that wildcard the long waged war quickly declined to an extermination. Just like that.
He kept his glare, looking from each man and women to the next. He had that sort of face one would feel the want to listen to, eyes which drew you in and a deep voice as startling as his reputation around these parts of Nar Shaddaa. The smugglers moon is known for it's criminals hence the nickname, but there was one man a fool would not even dare to cross. Before we all came together it was every criminal for himself, it's always been like that but there was one man I wanted dead even more then Exender. Fucking John Rackham.
Some even repeated what the old man said last with a mere whisper, most laughed to mock the name but this man, he silenced everyone. Victor Kane slammed his empty glass of ale against the surface of the table, his anger arising with the response of ignorance he got. Do not get confused between hate and respect, I'd gladly trade the lives of the lot of yah to get him back!! A silence fell upon the room. Victor pushed the empty glass across the table, receiving another without even asking. We may have lost the war but sure as hell didn't go down without a fight. I sure as hell wouldn't be here if it weren't for Rackham. He died but he took the Revenance down with him. I never questioned how he did it alone nor will i question what is possible or impossible again. The man is a legend, we never did win the war but against all odds we did win that last battle. Let this story be a lesson to all of you...apart we are nothing more then scum beneath the Empires feet but together we are a force to be feared! <<
Victor raised his glass as did everyone else with a cheer when suddenly a woman of the crowd spoke up, she kept speaking up until everyone could hear her. Victor looked out amongst the crowd when he noticed this one woman pushing her way towards him. >> I've been flying for fifteen years to one side of the galaxy to the other and never have i ever heard of this ship you call The Revenance!! <<
He chuckled in his deep voice, beneath the scruffy grey beard. Sitting up in his seat the older man planted his hands against the top of his knee's and glared at the woman who must be implying that he is a liar. He stood up, causing everyone take a step back away from the female pilot. She took a look at everyone then returned back to him. >> You must be new around here. Any idea who i am? <<
She smirked, planting her hands against her hip bones.
>> You are one lying old man and I am the best star fighter pilot you have never heard of. Exender was never a huge threat to the Republic, maybe to you he ran an empire but in comparison to the military he lead nothing more then a band of fools. She turned to everyone. The Revanence never existed! I know!! <<
They were all looking from her, to Victor Kane. No doubt he was a huge influence around here but they were like sheep, and believed who sounded more inspirational without needing to know the facts or even thinking to consider that there are facts to be thought of. From the silence, the door to the pub creaked open and slammed shut. Living legend. I am John Rackham and i am alive!!
Victor pushed several people aside and looked at John.
>> How in the blazes did you make it off that ship alive?!!
Everyone was now looking at both Victor and John. Already forgetting about the woman claiming to be the best pilot ever. John chuckled, patting Victor on the shoulder before moving past him to tell his amazing story of how he survived the impossible. People looked at him like he were a celebrity around these parts. Aye. I did indeed take down the Revenance. I set a course straight into the command deck of that monster of a ship with no intentions of getting out alive. BOOM!! My starfighter goes threw the observation window but luck was on my side that day you see! So i crashed head on into the bridge but my ship did not explode..no. All of the crew was sucked out into the unforgiving abyss of space. Safe on the inside of my ship long enough for the force field to kick in to cover the exposed breach before i got out with just me on the command deck. Time was running out. I overloaded the ships main weapon and with only three minutes on the clock i ran for it...fighting threw a battalion of soldiers on my way to the nearest escape pod.
DID YOU MAKE IT!?!? Someone in the crowd screamed out. The woman rolled her eyes, not only to the man shouting out the question but to John's story. She was smart enough to know this was the biggest load of bullshit she's ever heard. She wondered how many times the two of them have rehearsed this, but their end game was the question.
OH I DID...but not without struggle. I crash landed into the great dune sea of Tattooine, where many have perished but there is a fate worse then that, a fate worse then death. I crash landed straight into the bowels of the deadly Sarlaac, TRAPPED! In my pod for hours on end. Eventually i was able to get out, i climbed out of the throat of that beast. With my two Vibro blades i was able to fend off it's razor sharp teeth as i dug into it's flesh with sharp steel of those blades. For two days i wandered the scorching hot dunes, faced off with rancors and other monsters you can only imagine!! I EVEN DIED! But not even death could beat me...i awoke a day later to those who found me out there. I was given water, food but then i discovered my savours were slavers. I only discovered this when they sold me and i had become a Gladiator...where i would become the greatest gla- -
Victor stopped John before drawing in closer. >> You're going a bit over board with your story mate. He whispered.
John grew quiet, looking at him before nodding.
Aye. You all get the point!! And one of you may be even lucky enough to join our crew to venture on amazing adventures where you could start your own legend. Tonight!! We will be taking on one lucky person to join the crew! If you think yah have what it takes...then see us tonight, here at this pub.
Avery sat at the bar, ignoring his foolish story. Not believing that everyone here bought what was coming out of his mouth, she glanced up at the alcohol on display to make a choice before being asked what she wanted. Looking to her far left she noticed that John guy and victor sit down at the bar as well speaking to each other. Hey!! - what can i get yah?
He asked her twice in total until she realized he was standing in front of her on the other side of the counter. >> Uh...just an ale. Put it on my tab. She said to him. Don't tell me you believe what he said too Jarvis, isn't it obvious?! <<
He leaned in.
Between you and me...i don't care what the man has to say. He's bringing in good business. You aren't.
She darted a look at him.
Ouch.
He poured the ale into the glass before leaning in again and motioning to John & Victor.
They're more clever then you think them to be. I say you should sign up with em...I believe what you said, I've seen you fly. They could use you. Besides you're turning into a local drunk who walks in here talking about the good old days...they're offering work. You are without work. I'm sure you can put the rest of that together.
She drank her ale thinking maybe Jarvis was right about not only them, but herself.
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Post by John Darklight on Mar 2, 2016 19:11:59 GMT -8
>> There are an infinite amount of reasons why i would leave you for dead with nothing but your boots and...what's left of your ego. Rackham. None of those reasons include my utter hatred towards you my old friend.
He gave Victor a smug smirk before downing another shot of rum, placing the empty drink down amongst a dozen other previously used shot glasses before pouring another and shifting the drink across the table to his current challenger. Ah! I know why. I'm a young, more talented version of you. Everything about me you despise and yet here you are! Drinking. With me. There may be many reasons why you would leave me for dead but there is one important reason why you would go against those infinite temptations... In his low voice he chuckled, swaying back and forth in his seat before drinking his next shot. >> And what is that?!
Victor said, laughing. He planted his hands against the edge of the table to stabilize himself from falling over. As drunk as Victor Kane was, not even that could prevent him from hitting the floor, lights out for the night. I'm Captain J- >> ...John Rackham is it?! For a moment he was slightly confused. Of course I'm John Rackham?! Why would i ask meself if I'm me?! The man wavered back and forth just like Victor did before he was out.
>> Over here you fool. I'm the one asking!! << Avery stepped over Victor, planting her hands against the edge of the table to lean in and wave her hand in front of Rackhams face. She finally got his attention after he was finished staring into the nothing before him, glancing at her then recalling her face as he entered earlier. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he was speechless for the moment, perhaps it was her big puffy red lips standing out from her fair skin complexion. You - the mouth talker. Ah- John chuckled. Yup. Yes. Exactly!!
He staggered as he got up from his chair and pulled out his blaster. BEHOLD THE LEGENDARY JOHN RA - His finger slipped on the trigger releasing an energy burst, blowing out one of the lights over his head. The glass cylinder fell from the ceiling, breaking over his head on impact. Avery stood there with her own blaster held out, holding it just like a Republic soldier would. She sighed before returning to the bar. That was clearly the deal breaker for her.
>> There's no way I'm joining the two of them. She said while flipping a credit between her fingers, no doubt she was in desperate need of work and perhaps this was the level of desperation she was currently at, even if she didn't realize it yet.
You were a Republic Commando & an Ace pilot. I'm sure you can handle a couple of drunks. I've seen dozens of backwash soldiers come in here and drink themselves to death, I've had former Imperial officers. Bounty Hunters stripped of their name, retired Republic soldiers who can't face reality outside of the military. It's a deep well you will never come out of. She smirked before getting up and shifting a few credits over to Jarvis. He pushed them back. Last one's on me.
Avery took them back.
>> Goodnight Jarvis.
She said to him with a smile. He looked at the two guys passed out on the floor then returned to Avery. There's some truth to his story...most of it exaggerated, yes but they're still out there. The Underground. They're not all gone.
She did not stop for such a revelation, but he knew more then he would let on. Avery continued to leave with a sway of her hand, waving goodbye to Jarvis. She left the pub and was met with the night sky on the smugglers moon, a haze of lights. Beyond that was everything but Avery was grounded by regret. A weight which anchored her here like many people before her. Of course Jarvis was right, he usually is.
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Post by John Darklight on Mar 8, 2016 18:40:57 GMT -8
Rackham!! Yah Ani Di'kut.
Jarvis stood over him who was clearly out of it. Victor was already gone seeing as it was the following morning, John hadn't moved an inch. He tilted his head to the side and thought perhaps the man was dead and this was just another clean up job. Before he raised his voice again the man moved, shifting his hand from out underneath himself but he did not get up. Put him in the brig. I'll interrogate him later...
He mumbled which irritated Jarvis. He proceeded by nudging him on his shoulder with the bottom of his foot, Rackham merely swatted at his foot but it was clear he had no memory of where he is currently. He kicked him this time and shouted at the drunk pirate. Bic ni skana'din!!
He let out a groan before rolling over, shielding his eyes from the light. Galactic Basic, please!! You sound like my ex. He rubbed his face, closed his eyes tight before rubbing them. As he struggled to get up onto his feet he let out a yawn, but was cut off since his throat was as dry as the dune sea. He got himself to the bar. Water.
We need to talk Rackham. John chuckled, with his hands covering his face before pointing at Jarvis. Oh especially that... Jarvis passed him a glass of water who consumed it before he could get another word out, he set the glass down and cleared his throat. But that was galactic basic.
He pointed at Jarvis. Still sounds like my ex! Now. What do you want to talk to me about...who did i piss off. What did i break. Who do i owe.
Neither!! Just shut up for a second. Last night Avery offered to join your crew, but in your state she withdrew her offer. Now you will go find her and beg her to join your crew...got it?
He laughed, at the same time he tried to remember who this Avery was. He stopped before the laughing crossed the point where he would sound like a psycho, growing quiet for a moment he kept trying to think of that name, then looked at Jarvis. Sorry. Who's Avery? That was the moment he recalled seeing her last night. Wait now. Ah yes, the red lips. Why do i feel there's something you're not telling me, she's not contagious now is she?! I was basically lip locking with the broad last night!!
SHE'S-NOT-CONTAGIOUS!! Jarvis said, shouting quickly. He calmed himself for a moment, then glanced at Rackham with a look he's not given someone in a long time. Jarvis did not want to see Avery stuck here for the rest of her life. With her talents, she should be out there fighting the good fight. Lets get one thing behind us here. I could rip you in half. With my Mandalorian train-
MANDALORIAN!! Yes. Now I remember. That's why you speak that gibberish like my ex girlfriend. He was prepared to knock him out for another night but instead, John quickly got up wavering his hands before he could do anything to him. Okay!! Okay!! I'll go find this April girl and I'll show her a life piracy and we'll all live happily ever after..aye?
Jarvis shook his head.
This is a delivery job. In exchange for her services on board for the time being...i need you to find someone and bring her to this person. All i can tell you is that the man is the captain of the Vigilance, he's known to make port on Manaan for several days on and off. If you do that for me, you'll discover there are more friends then you realize still out there willing to lend a hand.
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Post by John Darklight on Mar 26, 2016 23:11:51 GMT -8
The engines fluttered following the attempt to divert power, John looked at the Captain. He was in a state of deep thought after another systems failure throughout the ship, Victor understood that Nar Shaddaa was in a state of power struggle as it stands as a Criminal underworld. It was also precisely why he wanted to get out of here before he was pulled in to the mess, John knew that expression. Something wasn't right ever since arrival here on the smugglers moon and it was not paranoia, he's been through a lot of stuff with Victor to know to trust in his gut feeling. >> John. I know you talk to the crew...i need your honesty. What do they think of me?
Not something he expected to hear from Victor which brought up some questions of his own, but he thought about it. There has been conflict between the crew in the past but nothing to the degree of mutiny, at least not back then. Since yesterday they've gained two extra members but they haven't been around long enough to develop an opinion of any kind, as for the people who've been here from months to years that's another story. Nothing worth mentioning. Ah, except that they find you repulsive and weak. Other then that i can't think of anything else!
John said sarcastically as he kicked his legs up, resting his feet on the table. He smirked before yawning for the thousandth time this day, usually he's good with hangovers but this time he can't shake the feeling of deprived sleep. Maybe he was just getting old, John thought. >> Sometimes i truly hate you, did you know that John?
He said when suddenly one of the female members of the crew named Ruelle entered, she approached the Captain while John relaxed with his hands behind his head, perhaps to catch some shut eye until she spoke up. >> Hasazell's men...eight of them outside. Heavily armed.
John's eyes opened, that was his cue. He stood up and approached the two of them, glancing at Victor who was brought only into deeper thought. He brushed his hands through the black of his frizzy beard as he came to a conclusion with his past thoughts. >> It seems my crew has been infiltrated by one of Hasazells men, it's no coincidence that we experience systems failure after getting new hands onboard.
John looked at Ruelle.
Gather the men, tell no one else about this. We'll deal with those two when the time is right. Now, let's deal with them and get this over with.
Hasazell's men waited outside, they wouldn't of come if they knew Captain Kane & his crew could just take off. They knew the systems were offline, the one's they needed to be offline to show up here. There were no turrets or engines powered so they left the ship to meet them face to face. Garris Crom lead Hasazell's men, he was the type who was all talk and hid behind the guns and sacrifice of others. Six of the crew left the ship, two of which were actually Hasazell's and before they knew it, John & Victor kicked them to their knee's and trained their aim on each of them. >> Crom!! What the hell is this?!
The Captain said as Ruelle & Fhrerz took aim at the group of eight along side of John & Victor. Crom was slightly different today, because today he had the balls to step out from behind his men in front of the blasters aim. I'll keep this meeting short and sweet. You're done, Kane. Done! Your ship, your crew belongs to Hasazell now. Understand? Anyone who comes to work for Hasazell will be making double of what your Captain Victor Kane is providing you with. Do all yah hear--
John's blaster fumed with hot smoke after pulling the trigger, putting one between Crom's eyes. When the first shot is fired, there is always that extreme rush of adrenaline when for a split second everyone can see everything moving in a slow motion, as their brains race to catch up to the realization that shit is about to hit the fan. Victor pulled the trigger, killing the Hasazell gang member he had. Laser fire erupted from both Ruelle and Fhrerz equipped with blaster rifles. For a moment Victor could see as John lifted the Hasazell gang member he had, using him as a human shield as a tactic to push closer while continuously pulling the trigger to his blaster. Four of them were already dead before hitting the ground, the rest took cover behind cargo crates. When John got close enough he tossed the body aside and equipped himself with his Vibro blade, driving it into the chest of the closest man before pulling the blade out and kicking the man over the railing. Immediately following this execution, John felt the extreme pain of getting shot, his shoulder felt like it was instantly lit on fire. Despite this wound he turned around, letting out what almost sounded like a vicious growl as he moved towards the one who wounded him.
Victor just barely missed laser fire skimming past his ear, but he kept approaching this one before driving his combat blade into the mans chest, pinning him against the cargo crate before pressing the barrel of his blaster against his forehead and pulling the trigger. He pushed the corpse aside, catching his breath while hearing the sound of John screaming in the face of the last man, this one struggled for air as the last thing he would see was this monstrous version of John Rackham. With his hand pressed against his frail neck he instantly crushed the muscles with one tight squeeze before letting the body fall. A spray of blood trickled down John's face, blood of another. Though his own blood gushed from his shoulder wound and it was very exposed. >> Boy, you have a darkness inside of you like none other. Get him up into the medbay now, inform the doctor he's due for surgery yesterday!!
John smirked with a laugh before shaking his head. I'm fine - - I just - - i just need some- He dropped everything before collapsing, hitting the ground as a pool of blood slowly formed beneath him. Everything was blurry but he noticed Avery just as he felt his arms and legs being shifted, then getting picked up. Lips girl....you're late.. John mumbled, then groaned as they carried him inside. She looked at Victor.
>> I would be a fool if i didn't expect things like this to happen. Is he going to be okay? I've seen Bantha's lose less blood then that and die. She said to Victor while looking at all of the blood & corpses, a part of her being drawn towards the Chaos.
>> If he were still here he'd say of course...he's John fucking Rackham. Victor looked at her closely then motioned her to follow him closely as they approached the former two members who turned out of be Hasazell's men. He pointed to the two then looked at Avery. There's only one thing you should know about joining us...if you betray us you will die. So if all is said and done, welcome to the crew.
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Post by John Darklight on Apr 2, 2016 23:05:00 GMT -8
A lone Venator Destroyer appeared stationary amongst a graveyard of smaller class ships. It's engines brought the ship into a slow cruise through the wreckage of a recent space battle which ended the lives of several thousands of people both civilian and military. Built like a naval battle cruiser, this ship was not of the Republic. Another ship appeared on the radar hiding behind the megatons of wreckage but it was nothing more then a civilian transport ship and it's crew making the desperate attempt to get clear of this massacre. >> We will have them in our sights within minutes Captain!
The Destroyer made a risky steer towards the thick of it, heading further into it in an attempt to chase down & destroy the transport ship. Captain Ichabod Low stood at the far end of the bridge with his eye on space, his impaired sight was often something his opponents would see as his disadvantage. His right eye was missing, in fact half of his eye socket was gone altogether but this wound did not end there. All the way from the gaping hole where the right side of his eye socket should be was a tear through flesh & bone that extended all the way back to his ear, a wound no one would survive, even Ichabod himself died for several minutes before being brought back to life. Some say it was the purity of hate & revenge, the sense of unfinished business that brought him back. His war against the galaxy. After listening to the words of a crew member he shook his head.
>> Target the ship's location. Obliterate everything that stands between us and them! The Captain said in his demanding voice. Every weapon on the destroyers broadside came online, charging as the low hum became louder before the cannons unleashed a red hell of lasers. The Crew of the transport ship continued to play it slowly until the ship was in the clear away from the graveyard, this, everything here use to be their fleet. Allies, friends & family. Women. Children. Ichabod Low was a man of no mercy. >> We're almost out!!
One of the crew said when he spotted the nearest clearing, but that sense of hope was short lived. Few of the bridge crew walked to the far end, unsure of what they were seeing. Though it gradually got closer before they all realized it was their inevitable doom nearing. The flicker of red burst through the last wreckage, large pieces of other ships collided with them seconds before the seemingly endless volley of laser completely devastated the transport vessel. Everything was in ruin, everyone dead. What was even more dead was the look in the Captains eye, his one pale coloured eye that did not match up with the creeping smile appearing across his lips. He usually did have a secrete agenda but there are times when no one is even sure if he's just racking up a body count for sport. Everyone under his command feared him, some even respected him but no one has even thought of the word mutiny here. No one alive at least. Somehow. He always finds out. The man was fear in the flesh.
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