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You are curled up on your favorite easy chair, eating popcorn and watching "The Empire Strikes Back" Luke is currently screaming "Nooooooo!!!!" You roll your eyes. Having Darth Vader as a parent would be AWESOME, and you don't really see what there is to complain about. Just as you are thinking this, your TV explodes. You jump up, spilling popcorn everywhere, and are about to pull a Luke (Nooooooo!!!) when two small ships burst in through the open window. It's the Millenium Falcon and the Death Star, and they're each about the size of a coffee mug. They're having an epic shoot out, and some of the stray shots have hit the TV and other things in the room. You cringe. Your mother is not going to be happy about that vase. Then you turn to the dueling ships. "What the hut is going on here?!" The ships stop fighting and turn to you, hovering at about chest height. Then, the Millenium Falcon drops to the floor, and the hologram of a women dressed in long robes appears from where the top has slid away. She has large, hazel eyes, long auburn hair, and a sense of grace and elegance about her. She bows at the waist. "Greeting. My name is Jela Gantu, and I have come to ask for your help. The valency is under threat from Darth Tyranus and the Republic, and the Rebel Alliance is weakining. We have heard of you "CBers", powerful beings that inhabit the planet earth. If you choose to help our cuase, then place your hand on the blue orb. You will be immediately transported to the rebel base. Please help. You're out only hope." Then, with that famous (yet somewhat altered) phrase, Jela dissapeares, and the Millenium Falcon turns into a glowing blue orb that hovers at about chest height. You are about to reach out and touch it, when the Deathstar suddenly undergoes the same transformation as the Millenium Falcon, dropping to the ground and sliding away its top, reavealing a red-tinged hologram. This hologram is of a young women, with glossy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and black armor over a slim black jumpsuit and cape. She grins evilly. "Hello, CBer. I am Darth Tyranus. If you are seeing this now, then my little Death Star has followed the Jedi's tiny, silly Millenium Falcon. I imagine that Jela has already given her pathetic little speech, asking for help. If you would like to respond to that sad little cuase, then fine. Do so. But if you would like to join the more powerful side, the winning side, the touch the red orb. The choice is yours, and yours alone. But, for your safety, and for the sake of not having ME as an enemy, I highly suggest you join the Darkside. See you there." With that, the Death Star turns into a red orb and floats next to the blue one. They make a strange contrast, and it almost seems like the light from each orb is trying to outdo the other. You grin. You know where your loyalties lie. And, without hesitation, you reach forwards and grab an orb. Then, the world around you dissapears in a flash of light, and you are on your way towards an adventure.
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So, this is like a hybrid between a ski lodge and a story that I write. It's a story in that, you know, it's a story, but it's like a ski lodge beacuase I'm not doing MCs and such. Up to twelve people may join! You can be any race with any pesonality, but I would prefer is you kept your CB name to some degree. You can modify it if you wish. No Æs or CAPTCHAS please. Here's the charrie sheet, and have fun!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Republic or Rebels:
Other (Jedi, bounty hunter, ect): 8u
Weapon:
Hamilton?:
submitted by Jela G., age Star Wars!, Rebel Base
(July 15, 2016 - 9:12 am)
(July 15, 2016 - 9:12 am)
*hides behind Brookeira*
(July 19, 2016 - 10:09 pm)
*pats Danie's smol head*
There, there, smol Danie. I will protect you. And not die. Phew.
(July 20, 2016 - 11:10 am)
I am not Will or Mirax! And I'm so glad that I inspired Star Wars watching! Yay!
Brook, don't worry, I won't kill you. But I was thinking, if any of you do get killed, which I'm not saying you will be, you may submit a new charrie sheet and come back as someone else.
(July 19, 2016 - 4:51 pm)
....I haven't been mentioned.....*broken heart*
;)
(July 19, 2016 - 6:21 pm)
wow! This is hard! Are you owl girl? Mei? How 'bout bumble buddy? How 'bout GARED!!!!
(July 19, 2016 - 7:20 pm)
Wow. That is so me. /my charrie. Playing her is kinda second nature to meh.
Sloth says baty. I AM NOT BATTY!
(July 20, 2016 - 6:55 am)
Nope! I'll give you a hint..... I'm in this!
Icy, Mirax, I'm so sorry! I'll get to you today! (Or tomorrow, depending on whether I can type it up today) It's just, I had to get Cho to a certain point and, well, you'll see. (Today. Hopefully.)
(July 20, 2016 - 7:56 am)
Hello, everyone! I'm going to be gone from now to next Tuesday, and I won't be able to post, so here's something to tide you over until then!
Three~
The Cbers were split into groups. Chinchilla and Shadowmoon would be going on a rescue mission for Icy and Claria, two rebels that had been captured earlier, and where now inside the Republic's main battle station, the Tyranous, named Darth Tyrenous, who was as conceited as she was evil. And she was very evil. Leafmist, Brookeira, Danie, Novella, and Sydney would be given the importent job of infiltrating a strategic republic bunker, stealing some importent information, and blowing up the bunker. "Masked Piester would have loved this." Brookeira grinned, her sea green eyes standing out against her pale skin and white hair, held up in a tight bun. Blowing stuff up. This was going to be fun. Jela called them all together before they left. "Everyone, I don't think that I, or the Rebels, can thank you enough for what you are doing. Shadowmoon, Chinchilla, we need Icy and Claria back soon. While you're there, remember to try and grab any information you can. Don't, under any circumstances, try to take on Darth Tyrenous. We need you alive. Chinchilla, I'm rather surprised that you volunteered for this. Why?" Chinchilla grinned. "Becuase it sounded like a challenge." In her mind, she thought 'also, because I can get back to my master and possibly kill Shadowmoon while I'm at it. Perfect' Jela continued. "The rest of you are heading to Hoth. The Republic has a bunker there that contains vital information, as well as weapons and ships. If you can steal the information, then detonate the bunker, it might change the tide of the war. But be warned, the bunker is very heavily guarded." She fixed all the Cbers with a serious look. "Are you ready?" All the Cbers stood up at once and cheered "For the Rebels!"
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Azea was tossed down on the floor of a cop, white cell with two other girls in it. She looked up, and was instantly fixed with suspicious stares. One of the girls, a pale blonde with big, blue eyes, was holding a small astromech and fiddling with it. Azea stared at it. "How's you get that in here?" The other girl, a fair-skinned redhead with bright green eyes said "Smuggling, don't ya know. It's kinda my forte." The blonde girl swayed slightly, put down her astromech, and fell asleep slumped against the wall. The redhead shook her head sadly. "Poor Icy. The Republic has her working her tech genius day and night. I'm Claria, by the way." Azea nodded at her. "Azea." "Why are you in here?" Claria asked. Azea snorted. "I spat on Darth Tyrenous's pet sith." Claria grinned. "Icy and I, we're Rebels." Her eyes lit up with hope for a moment. "Are you?" Azea shook her head. "No, but if I ever get out of this place, I'm planning on it. I believe in debts." Claria nodded. "I sure hope they do, and soon."
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Clara Seek strode down a corridor on the "Tyranous". Her violet eyes, pale skin, and red hair constrasted with the billowing black cloak and black clothing that she wore. She stopped for a moment, reaching out with the force. "So, sister, how are you enjoying the life of a rebel?" She knew that her sister had the force, but had never been trained in it, so all that she got in return was a strong sense of anger. Clara smiled. She decided that it was about time she payed a little visit. She walked towards the holding cells, a malicious grin on her face. She finally stopped at one and, waving aside the guard, stepped inside. On the floor were three girls, one blonde, on black haired, and one redhead. She leaned down toward Claria. "Hello, sister. How's life?"
(July 20, 2016 - 1:48 pm)
:D
(July 21, 2016 - 8:02 am)
Dun! Dun! DUUN! Wow Jela. Awesome plot twist! This is great!
(July 21, 2016 - 8:58 am)
Yay! I've entered! What a plot twist, wow!
(July 21, 2016 - 9:55 am)
Chinchille! How could you! But please, I too have a smol Chinchilla to look after.
After studying some writing variables, I assume Jela is Elmodaisy or Leafpool.
(July 20, 2016 - 3:56 pm)
This is just so cool...also, take care, Shadowmoon. Chinchilla might just try to kill you. Which I am realizing is very ironic considering her namesake is a soft cuddly animal.
(July 20, 2016 - 8:31 pm)
I would be honored to be writing this... but no, I am not Jela. Anyway, I'm in it.
(July 21, 2016 - 8:48 am)
Nope, I'm not Jela.
(July 21, 2016 - 11:38 am)