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  1. Wow! This is incredible. I really felt like I was watching something the original animators made, thats how awesome it is! If you do end up making these into a Voya Nui movie, I would love to help out with voice acting. Keep up the good work!
  2. IC: Jake "That couldn't be... a person, could it?" Jake asked. The speech was garbled to the vigilante's tired ears, and he couldn't really focus on translating. "What's it saying?"
  3. IC: Rex (Taris, Lower City) 'Whaaa... Dealing? How- what- oh just great.' Rex inwardly groaned. Outwardly though, he just gave a heavy sigh. "Okay, for starters, we aren't dealing anything, so if you followed us for that, you're out of luck. Next, that's your question to answer, and finally, go back the way you came and wander around, you'll make your way back up eventually... I think." Then he narrowed his eyes. He was getting some strange vibes from this person, nothing dangerous, but still... strange. "But while you're here, why did you follow us?" There was an edge to Rex's voice which hadn't been there previously, hinting at trouble if he didn't like the answer.
  4. IC: Jake "Well, that makes two of us." Jake responded, though felt like shouting at the unfairness of it all. The thing was still alive?!? He managed to lift his head just enough to see a shadowy form, definitely NOT the thing they'd been fighting, and struggled into a crouching position. But when he heard that whimper... "What is it?" the vigilante asked, still puzzled over that strangely human noise he thought originated from the shadow being.
  5. IC: Rex (Taris) Rex checked around the next corner before answering. "We are extremely close, we've actually crossed into the Lower City by this point. It should be... there!" the human quietly exclaimed. On a corner stood an old, yet still intact, building with chipped paint and an unintelligible sign above it. The entrance was boarded shut, along with the windows, but they were the same boards that he remembered, so nothing seemed like it had come in. "There's a secret entrance on the other side, though it may be a bit of a squeeze." As it turned out, the hole was just big enough for them to fit through, and as they stood up on the other side, Rex glanced around the dim interior appreciatively. "No one's been here. Good." There was a thick layer of dust coating every surface of the area once filled with games and simulators, sparking memories of Rex's time here. This had been where he'd done his first simulator ride, but the arcade had soon closed due to a lack of funds. Fortunately, the place was in excellent repair, and he could see a door which he knew led to the hopefully less dusty managerial rooms, and possibly a power switch. "Follow me, I think the power switch is this way. By the way, did we lose whoever was following us?"
  6. IC: Rex Toliman (Taris Alleyway) Rex raised an eyebrow. "Well then, just follow me. Very few people know how to navigate this area." He whispered. "I only know because this was where I hung out when I was little." With that, Rex proceeded to lead Enaltai through random twists and turns, down side streets, between cracked walls, and through maze-like intersections. Many of the turns were quick and close together, which would make it difficult for someone to follow them. Hopefully, it would throw off whoever was pursuing them
  7. IC: Rex Toliman (Taris Alleyway) "Sounds interesting. Although, if you don't know what you're looking for, how will you find it?" Rex grinned. "The Force? And turn here, this is a shortcut." This 'shortcut', as Rex called it, was a winding maze of buildings which had been built too close together and concealed a relatively unknown entryway to the Lower City.
  8. IC: Rex Toliman (Taris Alleyway) "Alright then, follow me." Rex decided the alley route to his destination would be fastest, and began to walk down an alley that would lead them to it. "So, what brings you to Taris? I get the feeling you aren't here for sightseeing."
  9. IC: Rex Toliman A location instantly popped into Rex's mind. "I assume a bar wouldn't work, so here's an idea. It's an old arcade, been abandoned for years, but it isn't part of any gang's territory and has all its walls." He thought for a moment before continuing. "Everything else around there is pretty dilapidated though, and it's in the Lower City. However, I'm pretty sure it still has power."
  10. IC: Jake Jake watched in disbelief as his plan actually worked. The monster was dead! 'I'm alive!' He mentally exclaimed. Then, his Persona faded away, and exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. The vigilante toppled forward, barely managing to catch himself on his hands and knees. "Are you guys ok?" He gasped out, fighting off unconsciousness, not noticing the shadowy form at the end of the alley.
  11. IC: Rex Toliman Rex thought for a moment, reflecting back on his past. There weren't really any times he could remember when he'd done anything strange... "So... you're saying I have this Force. And that it's caused by strong emotion?" That didn't seem wholly right to him. "If I would have used the Force every time I've gotten angry, there would be a lot of people in hospitals for death by Force Choke." He dug deeper through his memories, frowning a little as nothing came up. Wait. "But then again, there was this one time in a bar not to far from here. I'll spare you the details, but there was an argument, and I found myself facing a few ticked off gang members. Someone pulled a blaster behind me, but I dodged the shot without even seeing it. Only thing was, I was completely calm at the time. Like, unnaturally calm, even as I took down those thugs. I've never lifted anyone off the ground or choked them though..." Rex trailed off, trying to rationalize that memory. He'd just put it down to luck and some skill at the time, but now... Rex suddenly realized he hadn't introduced himself. "By the way, my name's Rex. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand to shake.
  12. IC: Rex Toliman Rex slowly rose to his feet, glancing occasionally at the blade. This was certainly not going as planned (not that he'd really had one to begin with), though at least the Arkanian believed that he wasn't an agent of some sort and/or trying to kill him. He brushed off his jacket before replying. "Probably not in the way you mean it, if that's what let you do the choke-thing. The only way I've heard it used is in physics class.. Why do you ask?" Rex said warily. Internally though, his thoughts were racing at light speed. 'Why would this guy ask me such a random question? I still have no idea what's going on!' He thought frantically, while still keeping his outward expression reasonably calm.
  13. IC: Rex Toliman Whatever Rex expected when he walked into the alleyway, it was definitely NOT to be choked by nothing, lifted into the air, and be confronted by an obviously angry, sword wielding, and paranoid Arkanian. However, he found himself in that situation now. And considering his windpipe was still recovering, he could barely get a few words out. He pushed himself into a sitting position, deciding standing suddenly might result in an acute case of decapitation, and managed to wheeze out a few words. “Not Imperial- *cough* -or Inquisitor.” Rex rubbed a hand over his throat, feeling oddly calm about the entire situation now that he wasn’t being strangled. “I had a… funny feeling. Like something was telling me to follow you, but… within my own mind.” Rex ducked his head swiftly in slight embarrassment. That had sounded a lot better in his head. Saying it aloud made him just sound a little crazy or something. The human coughed again, then fixed the Arkanian with a glare, his calm suddenly evaporating like water on Tatooine. “And can you please get that sword out of my face? If you can tell when I’m lying, you should know if I’m telling the truth.” Rex took a deep breath, trying again to center himself and focus on more important matters. “And while we’re on the subject, how the ###### did you choke me from across the alley?”
  14. IC: Rex Toliman Rex quickly grew tired of following the Arkanian, and was preparing to head into the arcade at the end of the street when the guy ducked into an alley. 'Of all the times!' Rex thought, and gave one last, longing glance at the corner arcade. After quickly glancing around to make sure no one's attention was on him, he casually walked into the alleyway. The human furrowed his brow. He still felt that strange urge to follow this random person, but now there was a sense of... Danger? Warning? Rex couldn't tell. He surveyed the alleyway from just the entrance, noticing most of it was heavily shadowed. He prepared to reach for his knife if he was attacked, and after a few deep breaths traveled farther in. Within a few steps, the shadows swallowed him up.
  15. IC: Rex Toliman When the Arkanian shot a look over at Rex, the human flinched backwards. A foreign emotion had been slammed his mind, one of irritation, and he immediately looked away, taking deep breaths to control his rising confusion and panic. That emotion wasn't his, and as Rex had no idea what had just happened, he slipped into the calming breathing he used to get to sleep after a particularly frustrating day. Unknown to him, this external bombardment of force presence, the surprise of feeling someone else's emotions, and the panic it brought with it caused a momentary lapse in the subconscious mental barriers blocking his latent force potential. They were left in place from years of being told to "never stand out and never be different" in some form or another, instilled during his time in the orphanage. The lapse caused his force presence to flare ever so slightly before settling down again. A few moments later, sufficiently calmed and blissfully unaware of his slightly more noticeable presence in the force, he glanced up again and saw the Arkanian - who at this point he was sure was the source of the weird feeling - quickly walking towards the Mid City exit of the spaceport. Rex's mind told him go home and sleep. However, something was pulling him along, telling him to follow this one person for absolutely no discernible reason. Bemoaning his lack of sleep in the near future, Rex peeled himself of the wall and began following the Arkanian. Luckily for him, the best piloting simulators were in the general vicinity of the gate to Mid City. Rex shrugged. If nothing happened by the time he happened upon a suitable arcade, he would stop, play a round on the simulator, then go home and sleep. Yep. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan.
  16. IC: Rex Toliman, Spaceport. In one of the many seats in the Taris Spaceport control tower, a young human rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and readjusted his headset. He'd been working nonstop since midnight because his replacement, curse him, hadn't shown up for work that day. Instead, he'd dropped off a cup of caff for Rex and left, claiming he had the flu. At least, that's what his manager told him. What had probably happened is his replacement didn't even show, and Rex knew the caff was from the manager's office. But that wasn't important. What WAS important was that he was getting overtime pay, and his shift would be done in about... a minute. Rex was internally sobbing in relief. Even with the caff (affectionately named "Rocket Fuel" for obvious reasons) the space traffic controller was bone tired, and needed nothing more than to collapse on his bed at home. He glared at his clock. He swore it had read one minute for more than- A voice came over his headset just as the final minute ticked away. "Rex! Your done here, get home and get a few days rest. I'll comm you when I need you back here again." The manager cut the line without waiting for a response. Rex immediately stowed his headset, logged off his terminal, and was out the door faster than an Imperial Tie Fighter. He shrugged his jacket on over his uniform, made sure his blaster wasn't tangled in the folds, and left at a leisurely pace. The human was already thinking of how soft and wonderful his bed was when something happened; it felt like a 'twang' in the air near the customs booths he was walking past. He stopped and leaned casually against a nearby wall, gazing at a booth with a Neimoidian manning it, talking to an Arkanian. Rex frowned. He didn't know what, but something was... different about the Arkanian. He continued to lean against the wall, trying to figure out what had caused that strange feeling.
  17. Ok, so I made this a few days ago and have been super excited to join this! Here goes... Name: Rex Toliman Age: 20 Gender/Species: Human Male Appearance: Slightly taller than average (6’0”) with pale skin, brown eyes and short brown hair. His fairly lanky frame hides a surprising strength, and Rex’s face has defined cheek bones, round eyes, and a slightly crooked nose which was broken from a bar fight. He usually has his gray uniform on, though in his time off wears standard civilian clothes and a thick brown jacket. He always has his scuffed black boots on (there’s a knife in his left one) and has a shoulder-holster under his jacket for his blaster. Skills: Great at piloting sims (though he’s never actually flown before) and knows how to handle a blaster and knife. Force Abilities: He is force sensitive (but he doesn’t know). Currently, he just has above average spacial awareness and gets "bad feelings" if something is about to go terribly wrong. Equipment: Wrist-mounted comlink, low powered blaster pistol, and a knife in his boot. Personality: Rex has never been confrontational, but if someone ticks him off he is quick to smack them down verbally or physically if necessary. He is content in his life, but also confident that he can make it better through enough hard work. Even so, Rex commonly gets in fights because of his quick temper, though most of the time the other person started it. He avoids arguments with Imperials at all costs, and is a bit of a stickler for laws and rules. History: Rex was born and raised on Taris and grew up in the slums around the spaceport, until his parents were arrested for smuggling supplies to Rebels when he was six. He ended up in a surprisingly well-funded orphanage, and began working odd jobs around the spaceport for money to fund his favorite pastime; the local arcade’s piloting simulator. He worked unofficially at the spaceport for years, and when he turned 16 the orphanage released him. Rex was immediately hired by the manager of the spaceport, who he’d known since he was 14, and began his job as an air-traffic controller, a position which pays just enough for a small apartment near the port, basic necessities, and more simulator time. Rex still holds this job today, and as such has noticed many strange ships touching down on Taris, something he felt he needed to look into… Ship: Nope, but he wants one. Affiliation: None, but still a bit peeved that the Empire arrested his parents. Rank: Nothing official, except for his job. Position: Air-traffic controller. Alignment: By D@D standards, Lawful Neutral. He will try to avoid breaking laws, but he won’t go out of his way to help someone he doesn’t know. That should be it. -sonyaxe
  18. Looks great so far, I like that Sony is getting some screen... err, page time. I am genuinely interested in the direction of this story, and can't wait for the next chapter!
  19. IC: Jake Jake's Squirtle jumped on his shoulder, and with the rest of the group started to sprint away, until he remembered a small detail... The ladder was still outside, and they had no way of getting it. "Guys! We're trapped in here. We have to confront them with everything we have!" Without waiting for a response, Jake stopped at the end of the hallway, and turned on his heel. The narrow corridor would stop him from getting swarmed, or so he hoped. He released his other Pokemon, and they stood before him protectively, waiting for the cultists to emerge. As Jake saw his Pokemon defending him, something clicked in his mind. He couldn't run, but he could fight. A righteous anger burned through him, sweeping away all fear or restraint. These monsters could not be allowed to continue their sacrifices. Jake would make sure of that. Finally, pathways in his brain connected, and the full power of Aura coursed through Jake's body. His eyes flushed solid, glowing blue. A wind kicked up around him, scattering dust and small rocks as his power briefly manifested itself, before dying down to nothing more than a small breeze which ruffled his hair slightly. And suddenly, he could physically see the anger, the rage, the insanity burning from the room which they had just fled. He grimaced. This fight would not be easy. "Pikachu, when they emerge use Thunderbolt. Charmeleon, use Flamethrower and Squirtle, use Water Gun. Machop, be ready with a Quick Guard if we need it." The Pokemon readied their attacks, their determination manifesting itself in their Aura for Jake to see. He almost smiled. No matter what happened, they wouldn't go down easily. OOC: If I didn't say this already, Parugi approved Jake's Aura powers.
  20. IC: Jake Though he was running off pure adrenaline at this point, Jake managed to grin weakly. "Well then... let's hope this works." With that, Jake turned towards Quirinus and tossed his persona his baseball bat. "Destroy it." With that, the Persona sprinted towards Asag, raising the baseball bat for what would be a truly mighty blow if it connected.
  21. IC: Jake Jake stared, something niggling in the back of his mind. This thing was familiar somehow... he couldn't quite place it though, until realization struck like thunder and his mind was dragged down memory lane... Jake was sitting at a table, staring in complete shock at the sudden reversal of the game. His uncle chuckled. "And now, using my five stone demons, I can summon Asag, Demon Lord of the Mountains!" He put the card on the table, its illustration depicting a thing hidden in shadows with a huge tongue sticking from it. "Now, I attack you directly to win the game." "Great game Uncle!" Jake laughed. "I've never seen you use that card before though. Can I see it?" "Of course," his uncle said. "Here." Jake reverently took the card, and read its description out loud. "A fiend with complete control of the mountains, the only one to have bested this monster was a great hero wielding a talking mace." Awesome card, Uncle!" Jake exclaimed. Abruptly, Jake found himself back in the present. "I know how to beat it..." He whispered. The vigilante glanced at his baseball bat, weighing the odds. "We don't need last words. We need last actions." Jake said. "I have a way to beat it. Do you trust me?" Jake asked.
  22. Did anyone notice how Lewa's combiner looks a lot like a fairy? Also, sets look great!
  23. IC: Jake Jake saw the stone come down, seemingly in slow motion. He watched with a horrified gaze, unable to look away from the murder he saw in front of his still glowing eyes. The trainer barely noticed the Houndoom being released; his sight was locked on the once-living body. He had felt her death, on some level beyond what he could see with his eyes. Somehow, Jake yanked his sight away from the gruesome scene, but even without it in his vision he still could not rid himself of the feeling of death this room held. With a shaking hand, he managed to snag Squirtle's pokeball and enlarged it. His breath shook, but it was with a clear voice that he called, "Squirtle! I need your help here!" The tiny turtle pokemon appeared in a flash of light, focused completely on the Houndoom snarling at him from across the room.
  24. I checked a star registry it is $54 to name a star. Either that or spam NASA's inbox with emails about this.
  25. Name: Sony Gender: Male Element 1: Plasma Element 2: Sonics Other: Likes swords and shields, and wears a kanohi calix. Generally awkward in social situations, though quite good in a fight, although he usually hangs back and plays defensive.
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