The Trevorian Campaign

[Venico]

Aboard the Interdictor Cruiser you have come to be, word starts spreading as you assemble in the main hangar. Rumors that you'll be getting promoted, dismissed, or executed all circulate. Murmurs slow down as a shuttle glides into the hangar. After the ramp lowers, you see two imposing figures step out of the ship.

One you recognize as Revan and the other one looks like Malak, but he appears different somehow. A silver respirator circles his neck covering his mouth, and his skin looks pale and translucent. Malak's eyes are a mixture of yellow and red. The pair walk forward and shake hands with General Velria, a Zabrak who commands your ship, the Trevorian. After a curt nod, they turn towards the crowd and Revan steps forward.

"My colleagues, we live in dire times. For years we fought the Manadlorians, gave our blood to protect the Republic. But why? Why should we step forward when the weak and cowardly held off on protecting their own until it was on their doorstep?! Too long has this cancerous union been crippling the systems it holds onto. We, the strong of the galaxy, have thrown ourselves into peril to protect the weak and shepherd them to safety." Revan paused and panned his vision across the crowd.

"We step into a new era! Where the strong rule and we aren't afraid to face threats. We don't waste hours talking about anger, instead we embrace it! We use it! We are walking into a new age. Who here will walk with me?"

Velria immediately steps forward and salutes Revan. "Sir, you have led us and protected us when the Republic would have rather sat on its laurels and watched us perish. I stand by you." A resounding shout comes from the crowd and everyone around you salutes or cries out support for this new age.

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So this is where our adventures shall be taking place. Aboard the well armed, Interdictor-class Cruiser named The Trevorian. Anything Out of Character should be put in a spoiler like the application you're about to fill out. Yaaaay. Your first post should contain your character sheet (in spoilers) and then we'll go from there. Once we have enough people, I'll post my character and we'll get started. Quick note, if you choose to be a force user you will be a new/weak one. This is for balance purposes.

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[Dead Account]

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Name: Velecor Baneraven

Race:Echani

Home World/Region: Eshan

Weapons Proficient With: Shortstaff, blaster pistol

Force Abilities? None

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Unique Skills: languages (fluent in huttese, mandolorian, and basic)

BackStory:(I will type this tomorrow)

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[Venico]

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Name: Kilner Vos

Race: Human, Male

Home World/Region: Nar Shadaa of the Mid Rim

Weapons Proficient With: Blaster Pistols, Rifles, Shotguns, and a slight proficiency with long ranged, scoped weapons. Good old fashioned fists too.

Force Abilities? Nope.

Inventory: Thick cut armor, a heavy blaster pistol, a shotgun with the name Meldra burnt into the stock, thirty feet of carbon rope, a weeks worth of rations, a blowtorch, and enough ammunition to fire for a week.

Unique Skills: While he might not have the aim or the guile of most people, Kilner has the ability to take punishment like no one else. He can also stare down almost anything.

BackStory: Kilner was born on the Smuggler's moon to unknown parents. He grew up on the streets and eventually became an enforcer for local clubs and gangs. Once he was old enough he started offering mercenary services to those willing to pay and became a tough thug of Nar Shadaa. Yearning for more out of life though, when Kiln heard of the massacres on the Outer reaches of the Republic, he decided he wanted a fight. Enlisting and soon climbing through the ranks, Kilner fought in the trenches the entire Mandalorian War and followed Revan's lead on every issue. Not a leader, not anything but a mad dog looking for a fight, Kilner loves himself some combat.

Physical Description (image optional): A human male, around 6' 2". Broad shoulders and thick, corded arms. Grey, plated armor covering him. Most of the time he has his helmet off, this is when you can see his gnarled face. His left cheek is almost completely missing and his jaw carries scars all the way to his ear. He got this after a blaster bolt struck his helmet and nearly killed him. His light brown hair is usually short cropped, and his eyes are a steel grey color. His face is almost always contorted in a constant snarl.

[Vaculatestar]

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Name:Erik deCrion

Race:Human

Home World/Region:Tatooine

Weapons Proficient With:Blaster Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Vibroblade/Vibrosword

Force Abilities?none

Inventory:Blaster Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Vibrosword, multitude of grenades of varying types depending on the operation, 2 energy shields with which he protects himself from enemy blaster fire with

Unique Skills: Excellent marksman, excellent hand to hand combat

BackStory: Lieutenant Erik deCrion is a human male born on the planet of Tatooine. Growing up a rough life a slave to the Hutts, he eventually grew into a very mean demeaner. When he first heard of the Mandalorian Wars breaking out he managed to escape and stow away on the first freighter to Coruscant where he enlisted with the Republic forces to fight the Mandalorian Menace. Over the years he rose through the ranks as his mean demeaner proved to assist him in being a more than capable soldier. Wth ruthless soldiering that even Mandalorians respected earned him the respect of his Commanding Officers, and then Revan and Malak who towards the end of the war, promoted him to the rank of Lieutenant and gave him his first command and sent him to the Battle of Dxun where he and his battalion proved ruthless in their tactics against the Mandalorians assaulting Mandalorian positions on their own without fear, and without mercy, slaughtered every Mandalorian in their path and destroyed every droid that got in their way. After Revan and Malak left known space he went with them, seeking to continue to serve the two now former Jedi. He then continued to serve them in the Jedi Civil War

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[James]

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It's getting closer...

Name: Aerith Yavok

Race: Vahla, Male

Home World/Region: Several thousand years ago the cult which ruled the home world of the Vahla was decimated by the Jedi Knights in an attempt to quash their dark and destructive tendencies. Their home world was lost, and the remaining Vahla were scattered to the metaphorical winds (no wind in space).

Weapons Proficient With: Lightsaber

Force Abilities?: Yes, all members of the Vahla race are force sensitive. Basic "Sith" force abilities.

Inventory: Lightsaber, deep black robes, basic blaster pistol.

Unique Skills: Innate skill with a lightsaber, plus incredible flexibility and agility that comes hand in hand with being one of the Vahla.

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Physical Description (image optional): A Vahla male with light grey skin, deep blood red hair, and of skinny build. Typical to his race Aerith is 6' 6", and has grey ever widening eyes.

[Treize Dreizehn]

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Name: Waylend Khex

Race: Tholothian/Human Hybrid

Home World/Region: Alaris Prime

Weapons Proficient With: Blaster Pistol.

Force Abilities: Force Sensitivity, Limited Ability to Focus and Improve Physical Performance(force jump, force speed). Limited force Persuasion.

Inventory: Padawan Robes, Arkanian Heavy Pistol, GenoHaradan Blaster, and a Disruptor Pistol. Echani Vibroblade.

Unique Skills: Due to his training being cut short by the war, Waylend has been focused on improving his worth as soldier and pilot. He is an expert shot with his Blaster Pistols and he is a fairly competent pilot and excellent shot in a Sith Interceptor.

BackStory:
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones I'm not sure when I first realized that the Jedi were just plain wrong. Master Jehar used to tell me. "We're part of the Mercy Corps, but don't expect the Mandalorians to show us any mercy if they catch us." Something about the inherent unfairness in that sentiment bugs me. I'm supposed to be training to be a Jedi. I'm supposed to uphold these values of justice and righteousness. All the while my enemy is allowed to trample the weak underfoot. It's lunacy.

But I'm definitely getting ahead of myself.

I never really knew my parents. They tell me I'm half Tholothian which means at some point a human and a Tholothian fell in love. Or maybe they just fucked. I have no way of knowing. All I know is that it seems likely I'll live a long time. If a blaster bolt doesn't find me first. Heh.

I grew up in the Jedi Temple on Alaris Prime. I didn't have any trouble making initiate, but the rest of our students weren't nearly as lucky. By the time I made Padawan there were hardly any new students showing up, and most of the older students had already washed out. I got what I'd been wanting for years when Master Jehar selected me as her Padawan. She was kind and compassionate, but she took shit from exactly nobody. I witnessed her lash out at the Temple Council a number of times, and it barely fazed me when she was tasked to gain more information on the Revanchist. The council was happy to see her go.

Jehar was a good Jedi. But so was Revan. We'd tracked him and his disciples to Cathar. We thought we'd landed outside of scanner range. Turned out the Alaris Council missed the memo. The high council sent their own people under Vrook Lamar, and the Revanchist were on guard already. Being captured by Jedi was a strange feeling. I'd been training my whole life to be like the men and women around me, and while they weren't threatening us yet, Jehar and I both knew one wrong move and sabers would come out. After that, who knows what might've happened?

It didn't matter though. We were there when he found the mask. I got a glimpse at Revan's face just before we all felt the echoes of the murder of the Cathar. That's not the right word. The Mandalorians didn't murder the Cathar people. Massacre isn't strong enough either. This was an unspeakably evil act. And because of the vision, we all knew that it wasn't out of ignorance. This genocide was pursued with full knowledge of just how wrong it was. Revan put the mask on, and he never took it off again.

Vrook went home. It wasn't long after that before the Council relented and let us join the Revanchist officially. Not that it mattered to Jehar or me. We'd already taken part in a few small scale battles by then.

Another drink? Yeah if you're buying.

The war was a blur. We spent the next 5 years fighting the Mandalorians wherever we could. We were stationed on the Trevorian a couple of years ago. Jehar and I found our calling as fighter pilots. There wasn't a single ship that could stand up to our blasters. One time the two of us managed to take out a cruiser on our own. It was glorious.

I don't mean glorious obviously. War isn't supposed to be glorious. But when you're facing that kind of evil, it's hard not to revel in their destruction.

But, the Mandalorians were strong. See... that's when I think it started to dawn on me. Sometime between retreat after retreat. Defeat after defeat. They were strong because they didn't give a shit about who they hurt. They could use their full power. The Jedi taught us to limit ourselves. We're supposed to try and keep our strength in check. Cause if we don't someone could get hurt.

Right? Think about that for a minute. If we hadn't stopped them, the Mandalorians would've wiped out everyone. Why should I hold back against that kind of threat?

I don't know why I felt lucky to be on the edge of the Malachor battle. We were keeping a squadron of Davaab's busy, you could never tell just how maneuverable those things could be. One of them might be stock standard, and shock you with how fast it could turn, then another one might have a fancy life support system and turn like a Bantha. It made it interesting. We could do a mass scan and get a good handle on it, but one time off Taris I got nailed by a fighter that showed up heavy before Jehar bailed me out... heh. I'm sorry. Everyone always wants to know what happened at Malachor.

The Trevorian was minutes away from pursuing some destroyer down Malachor's gravity well. I still had a visual on Jehar's fighter when the Mass Shadow Generator went off. She was just a... little too far away. I heard her... stoic as always as she got pulled down with the rest of the fleet. She told me to hit the afterburners, like I didn't already know that. I got away. She didn't.

I made it back to the Trevorian easily enough once we were out of range. I... I don't remember crying, but I must have. I remember wiping the water off my face. I didn't even know I could do that.

So I've just been bouncing around onship since then. The captain doesn't mind having a few Mercy Corp members around, and we get to see some cleanup action every once in a while.

I heard a guy say a few minutes ago that Revan was back and he'd be coming aboard tomorrow. It's been forever since I was in the same room as that man. What do you think he wants?

Physical Description (image optional): Appears as a human male, about 5'9. Olive colored skin. Posture is generally relaxed. Wears padawan robes two sizes too large, appearing to dissapear in them. Gaunt appearance, appears sick. Rarely smiles, but laughs easily.

[shetef]

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Name: Khamyr Musal

Race: Zelosian

Home World/Region: Zelos

Weapons Proficient With: lightsaber, blaster rifle

Force Abilities? Grey Jedi

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[Bran Triune]

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Name: Martinus Sul

Race: Human

Home World/Region: Coruscant

Weapons Proficient With: Blaster rifle, blaster gun, lightsaber, vibroblade.

Force Abilities? Limited force sense.

Inventory: Aforementioned proficient weapons, mechanic kit.

Unique Skills: Resourcefulness, engineering skills.

BackStory: Martinus grew up in the slums of Coruscant, where his family was killed in the everyday violence the rest of the planet was content to ignore. His time there taught him to be ruthless and intelligent, and he picked up a fair amount of skills as he clawed his way out, most relevantly engineering skills. He ended up getting a job repairing the consoles and machinery in the Republic's Archives, which he would browse through in his free time. He used the Archives to further his knowledge of combat and the art of war, and used his free time to hone these skills and constructing weapons, of which his masterpiece is his lightsaber. When the Mandalorian's struck, he could think of no better way to test these skills than in the field of war, and so he met Revan.

Physical Description (image optional): 6ft, slightly portly with some muscle, short copper hair and beard. One of his eyes, his right hand, and numerous internal organs have been replaced with cybernetic prosthetics.

[Venico]

A holoboard's message is displayed along a few corridors. It speaks in a monotone voice and reads off the words on the board.

General Velria has requested a team of specialized soldiers and force users to report to Shuttle Bay 3. Preferably without previous assignments and without too much concern for one's own safety. Thank you.

The message repeats every 30 seconds and a most soldiers pass it by without a second glance, but Kilner stopped and read it. He had been itching for action for a long while and this sounded like just the ticket. Kiln's armor needed a bit of tending to but hopefully he could do that later. Looking left and right, he eventually thudded off towards Shuttle Bay 3 and did his best not to knock over anyone else on his way there.

Upon entering the bay, Kilner was a bit shocked to see the General there. Her horns looked sharp and Kiln can't help but admire the way her uniform clings to her body. But, once in, he saluted and stood at attention. "General! Reporting for a special assignment I heard of."

Velria looked over Kiln once and stopped at his face. He couldn't tell if she was admiring the way he looked or was disgusted but the way his flesh was missing and exposed parts under where his face should be. "You'll do. Just tell me what you do and who you are. Balls to rank we need this done."

"Kilner Vos, ma'am. Shotgun surgeon and general shield in the front line. I may not be the best shot but I know how to take them. I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty and doing what I need to for me and my team to survive." A nod from Velria seemed to be her accepting this.

"But if I might ask, what is this assignment? Why do you need force users and specialized soldiers?"

A slight smile spread across the Zabrak's face. "You're hunting a Jedi, soldier."

[Vaculatestar]

Lieutenant deCrion read the message that was scrolling over and over again and thought to himself "what the hell? Sure beats patrolling a ship not in any obvious danger for the immediate future" and reported to Shuttle Bay 3.

Upon entering the shuttle bay he deCrion saw another soldier already having reported for this special assignment and seemed to be talking with... General Velria herself? Lieutenant deCrion made sure his uniform was in proper order and out of sheer force of habit marched towards the poor and gave a smart salute to the General. The General saluted back and motioned for deCrion to be at east. deCrion relaxed and asked "sir, why the need for specialized soldiers?!"