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[SIZE=1]James sighed and looked at the girl. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was stained from tears streaking down it. She looked a mess. He was reminded of how he looked when he had looked in the mirror a few minutes ago. "Of course you can," he said, "I don't think I could stand being alone tonight either." He smiled weakly at her, and she smiled weakly back. She curled up in the recliner that sat in the corner of James' room. "No, I couldn't do that to a lady. You take the bed, I'll take the chair, or maybe the floor," he said, being a true gentleman. She smiled, thanked him, then moved and curled up on the bed. He threw some blankets down on the floor to lie on, and some pillows, and laid down, taking his shoes and tie off. "It's strange. I'm finding myself hating the Master of Games already," he said, "I wasn't sure it was possible to hate someone in the first day you met them, but here's my proof." Yelena laughed slightly. "Well, goodnight, Yelena. Sleep well," he said softly. "Goodnight, James," she replied. James found himself unable to sleep. He sat up, took a notebook from his pocket, saw that Yelena was fast asleep, probably exhausted from all the sudden excitement. He took a pen out, clicked the top and began writing. "Yelena," he wrote, "After the money to pay her way through college. Kaine-After the excitement. Tucker-Wishes to build and fly his own aeroplane. Imogen-Motives unknown. Sakura-Motives unknown." Then, he clicked the nib back into the pen, flipped the notebook closed and put both items away. "Ok, I'm ready," he told himself. He got up, and walked out of the room. Then he took the stairs down a few floors, until he got to a long hallway. "This is it," he said to himself. He took a deep breath and began walking down the corridor...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1](OOC: You, Kairi, are the most devilish person I have encountered in a long time) James read his card at the table, shielding it from everyone else's view under the table. He read the short instruction, and felt rather ill. He felt the colour drain from his face, and he began shaking and sweating, something which he wasn't used to. "I'm sorry," he said shakily to Yelena, "I appear to have lost my appetite." He stood from his chair and walked out of the door, his legs threatening to fail and drop him to the floor with every step. His shoes clicked as he walked, but this time it was an erratic click, with his footsteps flailing all over the place. He walked to the stairs, and, forseeing that he wouldn't be able to get up them, he dropped and sat down on the second step. He held his face in his hands, and he shook. He simply sat on the step trembling. These nerves were scarier than when he was about to jump out of an aeroplane at thirty thousand feet. But then he told himself: "That's all they are. It's just nerves, nothing more. How bad can it be?" This settled him somewhat, and he stood up. He climbed the stairs slowly, and went to his room. He splashed his face with cold water from the bathroom, then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale, and he thought he had better lie down for a little while. He would do what the Master had told him first thing in the morning.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Phoenix was crouched on a hilltop, where the map had led him. Night had fallen, and everything was shrouded in darkness. The moon gave off pale light, not bright enough to light up the hilltop. He burnt the map on a small fire he had lit, then he extinguished the flames once the map had gone. "So you are Phoenix?" said a voice behind him, "Roland has told me much of you." Phoenix stood, whirled round and drew his sword, holding it to the man's throat. "Godo?" he asked quietly. "Indeed." "You have come to engrave me?" "Yes I have." Phoenix did not lower the sword. A look of suspicion crossed his face. He felt, deep down in his gut, that this was not Godo. "Are you a man, or something else, Godo?" he asked. Godo gave Phoenix a strange look, and replied: "I'm a man, of course, Phoenix. Why would Roland send a beast to do a man's work?" "Because Roland didn't send you." Phoenix slashed Godo's arm. The same thick, black blood seeped out of the wound that Phoenix had seen earlier that day, when he killed Chaos' men. Godo looked down at the wound, and sighed. "I didn't want you to find out like this. I wanted you to die first!" He changed, his shape unravelling and transforming into something different entirely. It was a huge beast, with four arms and a tail. It's head was like a lizard's, and it snarled with great ferocity. "A changeling!" gasped Phoenix. He had never seen a changeling before, only read about them. He drew his second sword, and waited for the thing to come to him. It rushed him, snarling, with blood-flecked slaver spraying from its jaws. One of its arms turned into an organic blade, and slashed at him. He leapt over the arm-weapon, and jumped onto the thing's head. He rammed one of his swords into the beast's eye. It went straight through and came out of the back of his head, with blood spraying everywhere. As it fell to the floor, it crumbled to dust. It was like ash from a recently-extinguished fire, and it scattered across the hilltop, blowing away in the wind. Phoenix sat down, and waited for the real Godo to arrive.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Name: Alexander Dante Nickname: The End Age: 29 Gender: Male Affiliation: Bloody Angels Appearance: Dante is around 6?6?, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and a flat stomach. He has silver hair which falls down over his face, and startlingly blue eyes, one of which has a small scar over it. His skin is tanned, but not very much so. He is mostly seen with stubble around his chin, as he doesn?t shave too often. On his shoulder-blades, there are tattoos of blood-red angel wings, one on each shoulder-blade. On his left arm there is a tribal-looking flame tattoo, and on his chest there is a large one in the shape of a Phoenix. He wears black trousers, with flames up one leg, and black boots with metal heels and spurs, and a black shirt and jacket. He wears black leather gloves on his hands to cover serious burn injuries from his youth. Bio: Alexander was born to a drug-addicted father and a prostitute mother in Uptown Los Diablos. He lived with his parents, but they seriously neglected him, leaving him alone in the apartment on regular occasions, while his father bought more cocaine and his mother went out and sold her body to pay for his father?s cocaine. It was a big surprise that he didn?t die, but Alexander was a tough one. Ever since he could walk, Alexander had trained himself to fight, with anything he could find. Broom handles, kitchen knives and even saucepans were turned into deadly weapons in Alexander?s hands. When he was twelve, he joined a small street gang, who worked for Diego Juarez, a member of the Bloody Angels, one of the main gangs in Los Diablos. They got paid a little money each for stealing certain things from shops, vandalizing certain areas, and beating certain people senseless. But then, as he grew older, it became apparent that Juarez was sending them into Black Devil territory to cause havoc and mayhem. They were in serious danger from the Devils, and the only way they could see to escape from the wrath of the Devils was to join the Bloody Angels, and be protected by their numbers. This was, of course Juarez?s plan all along. Alexander and his friends quickly became the Angel?s most ruthless hit squad, and they even helped Juarez in taking out Michael Lorenzo, a high-ranking Devil, and he continues to be one of the best hitmen in the entire gang. Specialities: Alexander can fight in close-quarters with almost anything, but since joining the Bloody Angels, he has found a certain liking for long-range weapons. He has a Desert Eagle and a Single Action Army (SAA) Revolver, which he has become extremely proficient with. His skilful executions have earned him the nickname: ?The End.?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alex took a seat at the computer in the computer cafe. Arcaine took the one next to him. They both logged on. "How do you reckon we should go about this?" asked Alex. Arcaine shrugged, apparently as unsure about their task as Alex was. "Maybe we should just Google it and work our way from there," he suggested. "Good plan," said Alex. He went to the world's most widely used search engine, and typed in "greek mythology." It came up with around four hundred thousand results. "This could take a while," said Alex. -------------- After around an hour, they had come up with a long list of monsters they could be facing. It included the Chimera, the Hydra, Argus, the many-eyed guard of Hera, the Minotaur, Scylla and Charibdis, the sea-monsters, and the Sirens. "Do you reckon that's good enough?" asked Alex. "I should think so," replied Arcaine. They printed off the list of monsters, which took up almost five pages of A4, and then logged off, paid the cafe owner, and left, heading back to Ebony's house.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"This seat taken?" asked James. The girl shook her head, so he sat down. He looked up and down the table, and saw the people sitting at it, but no-one had any food yet. "Everything we need, eh?" he said sarcastically, "Well, I need food right now, so where is it?" He smiled at the girl. She gave him a small smile back. "James Gregson, by the way, don't believe we've met yet," he said to her, "And you might be...?" "Yelena Korolev," she replied in a Russian accent, "Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand, and he shook it. "So, why are you here, then? I mean, I'm here for the money, and the thrill of it, but I can't seem to work out why you would be here." "Have you managed to work out why the rest of the contestants are here?" she asked, seeming to become more comfortable in his presence with each passing minute. "Well, some of them. Take Kaine, he's here for the adventure. He couldn't care less about the money. Sean is trying to get away from the world, but the money would be a bonus for him. Tucker, however, just wants to get enough money to build his own plane and fly it around the world. So, now that I've proved I know the other motives for coming here, are you going to tell me yours? I mean, it's only fair, really." (OOC: Tag, Ozy)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Kaith readied herself for the drop out of hyperspace. She hated it. It always made her feel nauseous and ill. She closed her eyes, felt the feeling of sickness wash over her and concentrated on not throwing up. After a few seconds, she felt the sickness subside, a feeling which told her they were in normal space. She stood up, saw the perfect, graceful landing the pilot made and turned to the students. "Now I hope you're all prepared for your first mission. I understand you might be a little nervous, but that's natural. I was nervous on my first mission too. But once we get out and into the base, we will be splitting into three groups. Going with myself will be Kassaen Jartuck, Jodo Rade and Jureel Dartan. With Master Fargal will be Cedrax Selus, Kel Lenan and Mimishi. With Master Jedoth and Gartrek will be Exador Quyr'gg, Alask Fey'lya and Jassk Fey'lya. We will split into these groups once we are out there. My group will be tracing the perimeter, trying to find out how the enemy got into the stronghold. Fargal's group will be trying to find any survivors and get them out of there, and Jedoth's group will be trying to find security footage of what happened here. Does everyone understand?" she said. The students nodded. "Good. Now, let's move out." They walked slowly off the ship, moving into the base. They split into their groups and went to their individual positions. ------------ "Excellent," said Kassius, "The Jedi are here." He took his lightsaber out and kept it ready. Then he walked out towards one group of Jedi... (OOC: I'm not going to tell you which group Kassius is heading towards yet. It will be revealed in my next post. For now, just do whatever Kaith has told you to.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Phoenix rode on through across the plain, the wind whistling past him, flowing through his hair and throwing his cloak out behind him. He rode on for miles until he came to a guarded river crossing. It was a narrow river, but flowing fast enough to wash away anyone who tried to cross. There was a small wooden bridge over the river, guarded by three of Chaos' men. These were massive, hulking brutes, clad in rusted steel armour, covered in spikes. Inside the armour, the beings were barely human, more twisted remains of what could have been humans once before. Phoenix dismounted and hid Inferno in the bushes to one side of the path. He drew his swords, and crept up on the nearest one. He grabbed the hulking beast, and smelt the rotting flesh inside the armour. He covered its mouth and drew his sword across its throat with the other hand. Black blood squirted out, covering Phoenix's hand and drenching the grass around the beast. He ran silently over to the second guard, and, again covering its mouth with one hand, he ran the thing through with the other sword. His weapon became covered in the sticky black fluid. The final one turned and saw him, as well as the bodies of his two fallen comrades. It snarled at him, and drew a sword as rusty as its armour, covered in dried blood. Phoenix took both swords, and flipped them over and over in his hands. As the thing charged him, its sword flailing high over its head, Phoenix ducked low, slicing its kneecaps, dropping it to its knees. It howled in pain, and the sticky black blood covered the floor. Phoenix stood, and placed his swords either side of its neck, and drew them both across, decapitating the beast. The blood flew up and splattered across Phoenix's face. He wiped both his swords on the grass, finding a patch that was not stained with blood. He walked over to the bushes and remounted Inferno. He cantered steadily across the bridge, then started running again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Kaith met the assorted young Jedi in the hangar. She looked up and down the ranks with pride. These were the finest young Jedi in the galaxy, all discovered and nurtured by her and the other Jedi Masters. And now she could be taking them to their doom. She shook this notion out of her head, and moved them all on board the ship. It was an enlarged version of the old Jedi Starfighters used in the Clone Wars. It was a long vehicle, of a triangular shape, with weapons under the wings, in case they needed them. She went to the pilot, checked everything was ready, and told him to initiate take-off. He saluted to her, and began take-off procedures. He checked all systems were ready and took off, into the stars. "Now, I know for many of you that this is your first trip off the planet, but don't be afraid. This is just another routine observation mission, trying to find out a reason why the base is gone. We are not expecting to be doing any fighting, but I hope you have all brought your weapons, just in case." The students all nodded and held up their sabers. "Good. Now, at the current speed we are travelling at, we should be there in approximately two hours. That gives you time to get in some last-minute practice, whether it is with your lightsabers or the Force, use the time well." ---------------- Down on the planet, Kassius felt the oncoming presence of the Jedi, and he smiled viciously from the darkened corner he was waiting in...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]He turned to see the girl who was riding toward him. He saw her riding towards him, her hair flowing out behind her. He groaned, and under the cover of his cloak, he took a firm grip on the end of his sword. "Hey!" she cried out, "Wait!" He began to draw the weapon, and as she got closer, he took it all the way out of it's sheath and leapt from his horse towards her. He landed on the ground next to her horse, with his blade pressing into the soft flesh of her neck. "Who are you, girl?" he said in his soft, yet menacing tone. She started shaking, seeing the blade at her throat, and replied, stammering: "I'm Kyss. P-please don't hurt m-me." He grimaced, and moved the weapon away, placing it back in it's sheath. He moved his cloak so it hung over his entire body, concealing his weapons. "I've seen you before. You were in that meeting. You are working for Roland too?" he questioned. "Yes, I am. That's a beautiful horse. Where did you get it?" she asked, rubbing her neck. "You don't want to know where I got him from, girl, it would shock you to your core. You couldn't handle it." "Try me," she said defiantly. "I had to wade through knee-deep blood, and walk across fire created by Chaos himself to earn the right to ride that horse. He is a fine horse, but he came at a price." He pulled back his hair to reveal that one of his ears was torn and bloodied. She looked sick, suddenly turning pale, sweating and clamping a hand over her mouth. "Now leave me, girl," he said forcefully. He walked over to his horse, and swung himself on. "What's he called?" He drew in his breath, trying to keep his cool. "His name is fitting for where he came from. He is Inferno." He turned and rode away from the girl, beginning his search for Godo...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Phoenix gathered up his belongings, namely his two swords and his silver pendant, engraved with the mark of Chaos. This was something he had taken from one of Chaos' most feared warriors, a being that he had killed in cold blood. He took up the map and left the room. He passed the stables as a few people took horses for their journeys, but he didn't need to take one. He had his own, hidden in the woods just a short distance away from the house where they had all gathered. Twigs on the floor snapped as Phoenix approached his steed. It was a fine, but terrifying beast. It was completely jet-black, with eyes that flashed with fury. It was his, and he had named it Grigori, after a race of beings who protected mankind. He stroked Grigori's mane, and swung himself up onto the saddle. He kicked the horse sharply in the side to get it started, something which he hated doing but that he knew was necessary. It rode faster than any other horse in the land, and he sped across the moors, his cape flapping out behind him as the horse ran... (OOC: Sorry, it's appalling, but I'm kinda braindead at the moment)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]James waltzed down the garden towards the fountain, and, seeing many of the other contestants already waiting, he took his time. There was no sign of the Master of Games yet. He straightened his suit, as he was now getting into a habit of doing, and walked down the long garden. The fountain splashed in the distance. The sun beamed down, casting reflections on the shallow water of the fountain. There was the girl he had bumped into in the hallway standing next to the fountain, so he walked over to her to introduce himself properly. He walked up to her and stood next to the fountain, staring at the cherubs squirting water from their mouths that decorated the fountain. "I have a fountain much like this at home," he said to the girl, "Except mine squirts champagne." "You must be rather rich, then," she replied, apparently unimpressed. "Well, I have managed to acquire rather a large fortune over the last few years." "If you already have enough money, then why do you need to participate in this contest?" she asked. "A good question, my dear. I love the thrill of the unknown. This game should prove to be rather interesting in that aspect. If I won the money, it would be an added bonus. And what about you, Imogen. Why are you taking part?" "The money, and the experience. Now if you'll excuse me, I was talking to someone else before you so rudely interrupted." James looked past Imogen, and saw the girl, Sakura, standing there. She waved jovially, and he sighed. "Forgive me," he said, and took a seat on the fountain...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]James walked slowly up to his room, the sound of his footsteps ringing through the cavernous building. He walked down the corridor where everyone had their rooms, and found the one which said: "James" on the door. He turned the handle, and the door slid open silently. That was good. You could always tell how good a room would be by seeing whether the door creaked when opened. He went inside, and saw his room. Everything was warm colours, terracottas and oranges all the way through. He loved warm colours, they reminded him of the fire in his heart. He dumped his suitcase on the bed, and sat on it, loosening his tie. He got up again momentarily, and went to the bathroom. Again, warm colours. How the hell did this Master of Games know so much about him? He had only had contact with him once, and that was only a few hours before he had arrived. He looked in the mirror, for the first time that day. He shuddered. There were bags under his eyes, and his hair was messy. No wonder the other guests didn't seem to take to him, with him looking like that. He combed his silver hair, tidying it up no end, and washed his face. He now looked as he would like to. He tugged at his goatee beard, wondering whether it was still a good look or not. He felt dirty after his long car journey, so he stripped off to take a shower. His muscles rippled across his body, and he felt refreshed as the cold water splashed onto him. He only took cold showers, for reasons he couldn't remember, possibly dating back to his childhood. As he stepped out of the shower cubicle, he grabbed a towel and rubbed himself dry. As he left the bathroom, his suitcase was in the corner of the room, nowehre near where he had left it, and it was empty. He looked around for his clothes, eventually finding them pressed and hanging up in his wardrobe. Weird. "Who's there?" he said, believing there was someone in his room, moving things around. There was no answer. He scratched his beard, and then moved to the bed. This house was getting stranger by the minute.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"You want me to tell you everything I remember? Well, it's not much, but I remember these guys, scientists, I think, standing over me, with all kinds of needles and metal instruments. It was kinda scary," Alec told Kana. "So, we were experimented on?" she said. "I guess that's one way of looking at it. All I know is that six months ago when I went missing, I didn't have these powers, and now I do." Alec walked away, not feeling comfortable around Kana. She stayed where she was, expecting him to turn around and come back, but he didn't. He carried on walking until he found a nice quiet field to sit in and think for a while. But, as he entered the field, it stopped being quiet. There was a fight going on, between some teenage boys, and a group of strange misfits. There was a giant panda, with two swords, a werewolf, a normal-looking kid, a reasonably normal-looking girl, and a bird. Alec watched the fight unfold, seeing that these people had abilities like he did. The bird flew down from a tree and helped in the fight, before changing back to a human form, one of a girl, naked, and collapsing into the panda's arms. They began to walk off, the panda carrying the girl. Alec got up and ran after them "Wait!" he shouted. The panda turned around, brandishing one of his swords, and glared at him. "You want some more of this, punk?" he growled. "I'm not with those guys. I'm like you, I have weird powers. I'm Alec, by the way." The werewolf said: "I'm Sakura, the panda is Jonny, there's Kite, the other one you saw was Enyo, and the naked one is Kefira." As she spoke, it was like she had two separate voices, both of which were talking at the same time. "So what do you do?" Alec asked Kite. "I have wind powers. Watch this." He lifted off the ground into the air, and flew around the field, before landing gracefully. "Wow." "I know, it's pretty cool. What about you? Show us what you do." "I don't really want to. The last few times I've used my power, people have got hurt. I don't think I want to hurt you." "You'll be fine, just show us." "Fine, if you insist, but on your head be it." Alec closed his eyes, and his body erupted into flame. He rose a few feet in the air, and hovered there. His eyes blazed, and the grass around him became charred and blackened. He then extinguished the flame and fell to the floor. "Impressive," said Sakura in her weird double voice. "I know, but I haven't quite got control over my powers yet, so don't be surprised if they go a little out of control." They walked away, welcoming Alec into their little group...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lee's handcuffs snapped off his wrists, and he was dragged away from the pole. He looked around to see what was happening, but saw nothing. He struggled, and tried to resist, but he was still being dragged away. He vaguely heard M's voice in the distance, shouting after him. He blacked out at that point, and when he woke up, he was lying on a medical table, with a single pool of light on him. There were dark figures standing just outside the light, but Lee couldn't see any of their features. One of them said something which Lee couldn't make out, and then he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Something had stabbed a needle into his arm, and was now draining blood from him. He felt woozy as they drew more and more blood from him, and then he passed out again. When he woke up, he was back in the cell, handcuffed to the pipe again, but M was no longer there. There was a bandage around his arm, stopping more blood from escaping, but he still felt dizzy, and he was sweating a large amount. There was some shouting outside the cell, and Lee looked up to see M being dragged back into the cell. He was unconscious, and sweat was pouring down his body. Whatever it was that had captured them cuffed him back to the pole, and Lee saw a bandage on his arm as well. He shuffled around the pole and nudged M, who awoke sharply. He looked around, not knowing where he was for a second, and then remembered, and his head fell. "M, did they take blood from you as well?" Lee asked. "I think so." "Why do they want our blood?" Lee asked. "Who knows. But I do know one thing. We're not in a blood bank." They both laughed a little. "My arm really hurts. I think when they stuck that needle in me, I tensed my muscle. The needle broke off and I think it's still in my arm," said M. "You have a needle in your arm? Maybe we can use that to pick the lock on these handcuffs." "No, these are magnetic handcuffs. You can't pick the lock, there's an electronic combination lock." "Dammit!" shouted Lee. His voice echoed through the room. He tensed up. Suddenly, there were more visions of Ivy dying in his mind. His head fell to his chest, and tears began to run down his cheeks. M was next to him, being tortured as well, and a feeling of despair washed over Lee. He couldn't see any way out of this. He felt that he and M would die in here...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]That's awesome, cheers Ozy[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The limo pulled up outside a large mansion a few hours later, and James peered through the tinted window. There were several people standing outside already. He opened the door and stepped out, his black shoes crunching onto the gravel. He stood up, and straightened his suit, then went round to the back of the vehicle and opened the boot, getting his suitcase out. His shoes crunched even more as he walked up the drive, reaching the other people, whom he assumed must be the other "contestants." He walked up to one, a young man sitting on the ground, quietly somking a battered cigarette, and extended his hand. "James Gregson, pleased to meet you," he said with a smile. The young man took his hand and shook it. "The name's Tucker Owens, expert pilot and plane-building extraordinare," said the young man, smiling back at James. "Alright, kid, I didn't need your life story," said James coldly, turning his attention away. He hated people who tried to impose themselves on you like that. He saw the others, all talking to each other, getting to know one another. He walked over to one group, and joined in the conversation. "And you are?" asked one, a Scot, before correcting himself. "Sorry, that sounded rude. Sean Glacier." James shook hands with Sean. "I'm James Gregson," he said. "I've heard of you," said one of the girls, "You're like a millionaire playboy or something, aren't you?" "Well, I have been described as a playboy before, mostly by my manservant, but he's old, he doesn't know what it is to live on the edge." "Didn't you get addicted to cocaine? You were in rehab for, like, a year. I remember seeing it on TV." "You're full of questions, aren't you?" he said, "What's your name?" "Sakura Hiwatari," she said, holding out her hand. He took it, but instead of shaking it, he kissed it, as a true gentleman would. She withdrew her hand, suddenly embarassed. "I'll leave you two alone," said James. He nodded to them both and walked away. He took a seat on a bench, and waited for the rest of the contestants to arrive.[/SIZE]

Hi, I need a nice dark Star Wars banner and avi to go with my new RP. It is up in the Adventure Square if you need inspiration, but I was thinking of something along the lines of fire, and a figure coming through the flames. If this is asking too much, then just tell me and I'll narrow the field a little. Also, I'd like the words on the banner to read: "Join the Dark Side..." I hope this is not too much trouble. Thanks

[SIZE=1]?There?s something coming up on our radar, sir,? said the Republic soldier, viewing the computer console. ?What kind of something?? asked the Commander. ?I?m not sure, sir, we can?t get a proper reading. Oh my God!? ?What?? ?It?s breached our outer defences! No, it hasn?t just breached them, it?s completely destroyed them!? ?Can we get any kind of idea what we?re looking at here?? ?Wait a minute, I can see it!? ?What is it? What kind of an army is it? What kind of weaponry do they have?? ?It?s not an army, sir.? ?Then how many of them are there?? ?Just the one, sir,? replied the soldier disbelievingly. He swivelled his chair around to look at the Commander. ?One?? said the Commander, ?How can one person destroy our outer defences?? ?Well, we?re about to find out.? ?What do you mean?? ?Whatever it is, it?s moving towards us.? The Commander gasped, then ran to the intercom. He pressed the button, and spoke into the mouthpiece. His voice was broadcasted across the entire military complex. ?Ready weaponry, and all soldiers to battle stations!? he shouted, ?We have an unidentified threat moving in from the outer defences, and we need it eliminated!? All across the complex, soldiers ran to their stations, and readied all the heavy weapons along the walls. The Commander strapped on his armour and ran out to the front line. Soldiers there were ready, with the heavy weapons all loaded. ?Open fire!? boomed the Commander. All the heavy weapons fired, blasting green laser bolts across the field. They went streaking towards their foe, and exploded into showers of grit and dirt as they hit. The smoke cleared as the weapons stopped firing. ?Did we get him?? asked one soldier. ?We?ll have to wait and find out,? said the Commander. The smoke cleared gradually, and a single silhouette could be seen through the dust clouds. ?Target has not, repeat not been eliminated. Open fire with all weapons!? shouted the Commander again. All weapons, both heavy and hand-held, opened fire on the single target. Bright green streaks of laser blasted towards it, but a small red light appeared in the figure?s hand. It deflected all the blasts back at the complex, blowing holes in the walls. ?What the hell is that thing?? shouted the Commander, now surrounded by the bodies of his men. The figure leapt into the air, and flew to the top of the wall. His black cloak flapped in the breeze behind him, and he landed, slashing with his weapon. ?A Jedi?? said the Commander disbelievingly, ?Why would a Jedi attack a Republic stronghold?? ?I am no Jedi, Commander,? said the figure, striding over to him. He raised his lightsaber and plunged it into the Commander?s chest. The entire complex had been taken apart by one man. Darth Kassius. [CENTER]-------------- [/CENTER] Jedi Master Kaith awoke from her meditative state with a jolt. Something had happened. Many people had died. She got to her feet, feeling the pain of those who had died, and nudged Master Jedoth, also in a meditative state. ?Did you feel it, Jedoth?? she asked. ?Yes, Kaith. I felt a great disturbance in the Force. Many people have died today, away in the Outer Rim. We must alert the students.? The small, grey-skinned figure got up and jumped down from his seat, walking alongside Master Kaith. They reached the mess hall, where all the students were gathered for a lesson from Jedi Master Fargal, and took their position at the lectern. ?Students,? began Kaith, ?Some of you may have felt a disturbance in the Force a few moments ago. This is due to a large-scale slaughter of troops on a Republic stronghold in the Outer Rim. According to early reports, there were no survivors. I believe that as Jedi, our duty as keepers of the peace is to travel to the Outer Rim and find out what happened. The students I will be taking with me are as follows?? (OOC: This is where you come in. All of you have been chosen to accompany the Jedi Masters to the Outer Rim to investigate the remains of the Republic stronghold. Remember to tread cautiously, there is no telling what might happen?)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Phoenix (second name unknown) [B]Age[/B]: 29 [B]Personality[/B]: Phoenix keeps himself to himself, and dislikes other people. He is cold-hearted, and could be considered to be evil, if Chaos had not taken that title. He sees all others as expendable in the battle against Chaos, and will take someone's life if he sees a need for it, even if they are fighting alongside him. [B]Appearance[/B]: Phoenix is tall, with shoulder-length black hair and a scar over one eye. His skin isn't tanned, but it isn't really pale either, and his eyes are a piercing blue. He wears a black tunic, with black trousers and boots, and has a long black cloak on his back, which is quite ragged and tattered from years of fighting. [B]Weapon[/B]: Phoenix has a pair of short, curved, double-edged swords which he keeps under his cloak, strapped to his hip. [B]Ambitions for fighting Chaos[/B]: He wishes to obtain Chaos' power, something which he believes will only happen if he kills Chaos. [B]Crests: Crest Of Darkness Crest Of Destruction Crest Of Intelligence[/B] [B]Your Encounter With Juren[/B]: The night was dark, and the cold wind rippled through the dark figure's cloak as he stood atop the cliff. His sword hung limp at his side, and he touched the hilt with two of his fingers. His eyes were closed, and he took a few deep breaths of the crisp night air. The village he looked down upon was burning, setting the evening aflame with colour. He saw the destruction, and a small smile crossed his lips. "Anyone who sees destruction as you do could be described as evil themselves," said a calm voice from behind the figure. He drew his longsword, and in an instant he was upon the speaker. He held his sword to the man's throat. "Who are you to question a stranger?" asked the dark figure. "One who wishes for that stranger to fight alongside him. I've seen you fight, Phoenix. You're a good fighter, one that I could use on my team." "If you have seen me fight, then you must also have seen me kill. You must have seen me slaughter innocents merely because they were getting in the way. You don't want someone like me on your team, trust me." "Well, I guess if you don't want to fight Chaos, then that's up to you." "You're going to fight Chaos?" asked Phoenix. The man nodded. "It is a fool's errand. You will never defeat him." "Well, we'll never know if we don't try. I know what you want from Chaos. If you come with me, you will attain it." "Very well. I will accompany you, but only to fight Chaos. There is no other reason." (OOC: Sorry if it's a bit long)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The alarm clock sounded like a wailing siren, piercing through James' room and into his brain. He looked up. 7.30. He groaned. It was too early for this. He rolled over and gave the top of the clock a good hard whack. He got up, rather too quickly, and soon regretted it. He was a little bit hungover from the previous night. He wandered around his room blindly, searching desperately for the Alka-Seltzers. He found some underneath a pile of clothes, and dropped a couple into a glass of water. They fizzed up, and he drained the entire glass. His headache dissipated slightly. He threw some clothes on, probably the suit he had been wearing last night, and from the pocket dropped a pair of ladies' delicates. He picked them up from the floor and snorted mirthfully. Must have been a good night then. As he went downstairs, he grabbed a piece of toast for his breakfast, from the large tray of food prepared by Edgar, his manservant, and went into his study. He turned his computer on, and opened his e-mail account. There was one new e-mail. It said, rather ominously, that it had been sent to him by "The Master Of Games." Curious, he opened the message, and read through it. He checked his online bank account. There was a slight change, which could have been caused by the Master's apparent cash deposit, or it could have just been interest on his vast fortune. He picked up the phone, and dialled. It rang three times before someone answered it. "Hello," the voice on the other end said, "Metropolitan Bank Of London, how may I help you?" "Get me the manager," said James coldly. "May I ask who's speaking, please?" "No may bloody well not ask who's speaking. Now get me the manager!" he shouted down the phone. There was a whimpering noise, and then a change of connection. "Hello, this is the manager speaking, who is this?" said a harsh voice on the other end. "Ah, Frederick, it's James Gregson. Can you tell me where the last $10,000 wired into my account came from?" "Certainly, sir, it'll just take a moment." There was some shuffling, and a tapping of keyboard, and then the manager came back on the phone. "The answer is I'm afraid I don't know, sir. It came from a protected fund, untraceable." "But it definitely wasn't just interest?" "Oh, definitely not, sir." "Good. That's all I wanted to know." He hung up, and looked back to the e-mail. "The Master of Games, eh? Well, Master, you've whet my appetite," he said to himself, typing out a reply. [I][CENTER]To my dearest Master Of Games, I am intrigued by your offer, and I will accept a place in this mansion of yours. James Gregson.[/CENTER][/I] [CENTER]----------[/CENTER] After packing all his required belongings into a suitcase, James waited outside the front door of his mansion. Edgar stood next to him. "Edgar, hold all my calls for a couple of months. Tell them I've gone on vacation." "Very good, sir." His manservant turned and went back into the mansion. Very soon, a large black limousine pulled up just outside the house, and two rather large, muscular bodyguards got out. They were dressed in black designer suits with wraparound black sunglasses and bald heads. They looked capable of doing some serious damage. One of them took his suitcase, and the other held the door open for him. He got inside, and nodded. The seats were finest black leather, and the interior was all black and chrome, the in thing at the moment. There were magnums of champagne and delicate champagne flutes in the fridge, and all the finest food James could imagine. But he was used to the good life. He took himself a champagne flute and poured himself a glass. Being alone in the back of the car, he toasted himself. "Here's to my new adventure!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ok, all those sign-ups are great, if those who haven't could finish them, I will start this very soon. Asim, I'm a little confused, is your character a Jedi? Also, dMage, you can play Master Fargol if you PM me a decent profile for him. Finally, from now, the sign-ups are officially CLOSED, apart from for Burori, who can still sign up when he gets back from whatever he is doing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The Underground thread is now up, go there if you have any questions or if you wish to play one of the NPCs I mentioned earlier (I decided I probably couldn't handle playing five NPCs as well as my own character). Gartrek is reserved for Ozymandius Jones, though, so bear that in mind. This RP will probably be up in the Square by the weekend. I may even start it tomorrow, so please could you all finish your sign-ups.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]This is the Underground thread for my new Star Wars RP. This is where you can post any questions you may have about the RP. It is also where I will be posting the profiles of some other characters. I will be playing a couple of these, and I'm pretty sure Ozymandius Jones wants one as well, but Jedi Masters Jedoth and Fargal are up for grabs. I only want experienced RPers taking these positions. You must also be prepared to do some of what I tell you to, but don't worry, you don't have to follow all my orders to the letter. You can go off the rails a little. Just tell me if you want to play one of the other characters, then PM me with your profile for them. Here are my profiles for the two other characters I am playing: [U]1. Darth Lucius[/U] Name: Darth Lucius Age: 37 Gender: Male Personality: Lucius is an evil, malevolent being whose only emotions are hatred and dark respect for his apprentice, Darth Kassius. He cares about no-one, not even for his own welfare. All he cares about is the triumphant victory of the Sith. When he enters battle, he becomes an almost unstoppable killing machine, capable of taking out dozens of Jedi on his own. His strength is only matched by Kassius, and even though he doesn?t like to admit it, Kassius has proven himself more powerful than Lucius. Appearance: Lucius stands at around 6?11?, and is a commanding figure. His pale skin contrasts starkly with his vivid scarlet eyes, and his jet-black hair. He wears similar clothing to Kassius, with the robe and the hooded cloak, although his cloak is a lot more tattered and worn than Kassius?. His innocent looks hide his awesome dark power, and he is a lot stronger than he looks. Bio: Lucius was a promising young student, padawan to Luke Skywalker himself. It was from Skywalker that he learnt many of his skills, and he came to have a powerful grasp of the Force, as well as great skill with a lightsaber. He was top of his class in lightsaber duels, and his control of the Force was unmatched in the Academy. But then, another Jedi joined the Academy. A younger, more skilled Jedi than Lucius, named Adrien Larka. He showed skill in using the Force which was far superior to Lucius?, and could beat Lucius himself in a lightsaber duel within minutes. Lucius became increasingly jealous of Larka, and began to study the Dark Side arts, forbidden to any Jedi. He grew in strength, and challenged Larka to a lightsaber duel. They went outside, and fought ferociously for hours, until Lucius let his rage take control of him, and he killed Larka, mutilating his corpse severely. The Jedi masters found him hunched over Larka?s body, and threw him out of the academy. He fled the planet, and studied the Dark Side arts more closely. He eventually became powerful enough to be considered a Sith Lord. He hid himself away, disguising his midi-chlorian signature from Luke Skywalker as he hunted down all the Sith. It has been many years, but now Lucius has returned to his triumphant place, as the only true Sith Lord in the galaxy. Lightsaber colour and type: Single-ended red lightsaber Mostly likely to turn to: Already belongs to the Dark Side [U]2. Jedi Master Kaith[/U] Name: Jedi Master Kaith Age: 35 Gender: Female Personality: Kaith is a strict leader, and a stalwart Jedi master, but she can be comforting and caring when she needs to be. She is often distant, because she has lost so many friends and relations to the Sith, but when she enters battle with a Sith, she will forget everything else and focus all her energies on the battle. Some of her methods may seem a little strange to more by-the-books Jedi, but they always seem to work. Appearance: Kaith, while not being that tall, still has an air of command. She has a powerful figure, being muscular in a subtle way, with a slim body and perfectly rounded breasts. She has long legs, and auburn-coloured hair, which falls down to her shoulders in a ponytail. Her eyes are a deep, absorbing green, and her skin is lightly tanned, and slightly freckly. Bio: Kaith trained alongside Lucius as a Jedi, and although she was two years younger than him, she was second only to him in all their classes. She was strong and confident with the Force, although sometimes a little cocky, and was extremely proficient with a lightsaber. Her main strength, however, came in her acrobatics. She was extremely agile, and could manoeuvre herself into almost any position feasible. She put this into great use in battle, finding she could easily confuse her foes by flipping around all over the place, a tactic used to great effect by Jedi Master Yoda during the time of the Clone Wars. She quickly became one of the best Jedi in the academy, and she made great friends with Adrien Larka when he joined the academy. She believed, that if neither of them had become Jedi, they would have become lovers, as they were that close. She was heartbroken when Lucius killed him, and was the first to find him after the duel. She almost killed him when he had his back turned, but stopped herself, knowing that anger would only lead to the Dark Side. She let Lucius escape, vowing to find him again one day. She got through all of this to rise to the rank of Jedi Master, and she has been ever since she was 26. She made great success in her missions across the galaxy, and has become one of the greatest Jedi Masters since Obi-Wan Kenobi. Many of her friends, fellow Jedi Masters, fell to an assault on the Jedi academy by Darth Kassius, and she has vowed to hunt down both Sith Lords. When she was 29, she became the youngest ever head of the Jedi academy, a position which she takes great pride in. She has been one of the finest teachers the academy has ever seen, and that is matched by her leadership skills. Lightsaber colour and type: Single-ended purple lightsaber Most likely to turn to: Already belongs to the Light Side [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alec ran down the street as fast as he could, leaving a slight trail of flame in the air behind him. His hand was still flaming. He shook it, which extinguished the flames, and carried on running. As he ran, an arm flew out in front of him, and struck him in the chest, sending him flying to the ground. "Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" asked the person who had just clothes-lined him. It was a tall woman, wearing dirty clothes, with two metal poles strapped to her back. Alec flipped onto his feet, with strength he didn't know he had, and held his hands out to either side of him. "Seriously, lady, you don't want to get involved with me. I'm dangerous," he said nervously. "Oh yeah?" she said, "Show me what you got." She got into a readied stance, all her muscles primed and ready to spring at a moment's notice. "Fine," he said darkly. Flames burst forth from his hands, and engulfed almost his entire body. His eyes blazed with fire and fury, and he became a human ball of flame. He stretched his hands out in front of him, and fire spewed forth from them, coursing over the woman. She dodged and leapt onto the wall, where she sprang off behind Alec, and drew one of her poles. He shot a burst of flame backwards, and she went flying before falling to the ground. "I told you I'm dangerous!" he shouted in a different voice, this one deep and booming, full of rage. He rose into the air a few feet, then turned himself over and flew at the woman like a blazing comet...[/SIZE]