Madara: Mangekyou Master

Sorry, quod? I fail to see how this relates to my current conversation/gleeful state.

I'll say... 5,000 credits. That being said, he might find his bounty going up based on how things are playing out.

Black Sun would have a hand in most of the more "legitimate" businesses on Coruscant. Banks, pharmaceuticals, stock market, etc. They're allied with the Hutts, but Black Sun runs the official Bounty Hunters' Guild. Big bounties and lots of hunters follow those that would attack Black Sun without care.Ymper, I love that idea! I'll put it into the Cantina's profile post.

IC (Anshar Rune): As Anshar nimbly stepped into the craft, he couldn't help but smile. On the surface, it felt almost like any other ship, but as soon as one set foot on the ramp, the familiar, warm pulse of the Dark Side washed out from the ship. "Beautiful."The half-Kage apprentice slipped through the narrow corridor that led to the living quarters on the sleek ship. He turned to one of the other apprentices. "Dibs out crashing with the creepy Kaminoan." He glanced at Jaceren. "Roomies?"

Right off the bat, I'm gonna say no Electric Judgment. It's a very advanced skill, quite beyond a newly knighted Jedi.

Dark fantasy? Heck yeah!

IC (Carawyn Jade): The Zeltron brushed his arm warmer off indignantly. "Whatever." He turned about like an impetuous child. It wasn't often that someone refused him in such a dismissive manner. The young man headed back to the bar, where he had left his tray of Hutta Swampshots in the care of a furry little alien. Unfortunately, leaving drinks unattended in the Drunk Side was like leaving bantha steak for sand-vultures. The tray of strong, fruity liqueurs of various colours had disappeared. The Zeltron looked about in frustration and slapped his forehead, before letting his hands drop in dejected defeat. Tonight was not his night. "Brix! Those nerf-kriffing carrion." "Hormonal child. The nerve." The nearly red-skinned man scowled at no one in particular, and made his way through the crowd of patrons that now teemed about the bar. He fished a narrow red crystalline tube from his arm warmer and made his way to the exit. He needed to get out bar and find a secluded spot to have a death stick in peace. "Kriffers." The Zeltron slipped out of the Drunk Side of the Moon's side exit, and sauntered down the alley before glancing around. Aside from a few gaudily dressed humanoids slumped in the corners, clearly under the effects of death sticks or some other form of hallucinogen, he was alone. One of the death stick users rolled over, eyes wide with terror, mumbling incoherently. "Must have got a bad batch." With a haughty grin, the young man crouched slightly, then back-flipped upwards, catching the rungs of a ladder and clambering up to a balcony that was above the bar. Once the young man was comfortably seated with his back against a metal grate, he raised the narrow tube to his mouth, and pressed one end. The liquid lit up briefly, and the Zeltron closed one eye in satisfaction. The Zeltron mumbled softly. "Satyr, Satyr, Siren calling, bantha blue milk has gone bad in the dumpster." GM IC (Master Chask Far'fella): Master Chask was about to send off the assembled Knights when a comm buzzed from within the folds of his robe. The Jedi Master removed a narrow crystalline tube that glowed yellow. Mast Bn'sen chuckled in disapproval. "What, have your friends in the Senate introduced you to death sticks, Master Chask? I hardly think that Grandmaster Windu would approve." The Equine Jedi shook his head vehemently. "Of course not. This is a communication device for undercover investigators. Liquid crystal matrix activated by an electric charge triggered by pressing the end of the device." He raised the stick near his mouth. "Jade. Any news?" A voice crackled over the comm feed, a blend of a mumble and a whisper. "Affirmative, sir. I think I've found our suspect. At the very least, I've had a run-in with a Chiss female matching her description. I saw her meeting with a scumbag pirate. After seeing the credit chips she threw on the table, I'm 90% sure we have our man... er... woman. I'm sending coordinates to you now. Please send Jedi back-up immediately. And hold the wet droids. A boys in white action would probably make this neighbourhood explode. I'm not sure how long she'll hang around at the Drunk Side of the Moon."

Hmmm... yup, she doesn't look like a psychopath. Approved.

IC (Carawyn Jade): It was only the natural empathic gifts of the Zeltron that saved the young man from a very painful and potentially expensive experience. Carawyn felt the simmer of irritation bubbling in the woman's mind, which gave him a fraction of a second to shift his arm a couple of inches. Not enough to block the blow, but more than enough to slightly deflect the trajectory of the strike. "Oww!" The Zeltron gasped in pain as the woman's elbow jammed directly into his thigh, just below the hip. He let go of the Chiss on the Beach, and raised both hands in what appeared to be a panicked defense. "That was uncalled for, cheri!" The Zeltron raised his eyebrow as the woman's associate unveiled a set of wicked looking natural spines, and scrambled backwards, away from the deadly elbow."Pleaseplease! No need for that. I don't want no trouble. I just saw a rich, beautiful mamacita flashing credits, and assumed someone she wanted a good time like everyone else here." The Zeltron stumbled from the booth, holding his thigh with one hand. "Forget it."

IC (Carawyn Jade): "I'll say a toast is in order." The Zeltron, dark blue hair combed in a flowing wave with braided tips popped into the seat beside the Chiss female. He he slid a tall glass with multiple layers of blue of various shades in front of her. "It's not often that such a stunning woman. Let me buy this round, cheri." The Zeltron winked, not that the female would have seen the motion through his reflective goggles. "We could mix it up a little-" He moved to place his red arm around the Chiss. "Make purple together."The tray of Hutta Swampshots was abandoned in front of the two guards, just barely out of reach of the furry bear-like creature. GM IC (Chask Far'fella): "That operative is rather undercover. He'll find you when you arrive."

I'm not actually familiar with the series. : P So I wasn't sure what to comment.

Excellent. I have no other concerns. Talentia, Approved. +1

IC (Carawyn Jade): The Drunk Side of the Moon was infamous in the Chum Bucket for three things. The dizzying ambiguity of its huge menu of (somewhat similar) drinks, a clientele that would rival the Senate in diversity, and its no-questions-asked dance floor. Music, if it could be called that, blared from enormous speaker-droids that hovered over the dance floor, controlled by a hooded Neimodian DJ that stood on a heavily modified Single Trooper Aerial Platform. The music rang out on several wavelengths, accommodating for everyone from Gotals to Humans. That being said, the warbling blend of music combined with the mass of writhing dancers on the floor, made for a chaotic atmosphere. It was from this pandemonium that a young Zeltron man slipped out. He was clad in skimpy neon jade-green and blue clothing that showed off his well-defined abdominal region. A pair of striped arm warmers hid his forearms, and accented his red skin. A pair of reflective goggles concealed his eyes, highlighting a flawless grin. The Zeltron dancer slid into a repulsorlift that took him from the dance floor, to the main area of the bar, and flashed a flirtatious grin at a pretty Togruta, before heading for the bar. The young man took a seat not far from an armoured blue-skinned woman and a shabby-looking figure with wraps concealing his head. The nearly red-skinned patron smirked and raised his hand to a burly Besalisk bartender. "Yo, Dex! Can you hit me up with two Chisses on the Beach and a tray of Hutta Swampshots?"

Incapable*

OOC: Strack. There is no such thing as Shik metal in Star Wars. As far as I can research, there has never been such a metal. There are many lightsaber-resistant materials in canon. Please use them instead of making up your own.

GM IC (Chask Far'fella): Master Far'fella clasped his hand together in a sign of respect and nodded to San Vroon and the other Knights. "Some of you will need to go down to the lower levels and see if you can find any leads on the suspect. My operative is currently down in one of the seedier drinking holes in the lower levels trying to gather intel." "The owner of the Casino has gathered the guards and staff that were present during the robbery. The Coruscant Guard has already questioned the droids, but they requested Jedi to question the organic witnesses. If you see anything that might indicate the location of the gang, be it as small as a button or a fragment of a gas grenade, pursue the lead." "Jedi Knight Venra Vos is on location at the Glittering Sky Casino. You can't miss him. Tan Kiffar, dreadlocks, triple-forked beard." The faun-like Jedi Master indicated the Kiffar Jedi's unusual facial hair, he withdrew a communication device from the folds of his dark blue robe. "Ah, it appears as though the investigator has found a potential lead in the lower city. A neighbourhood called the..." The Councillor's nose wrinkled. "The Chum Bucket." "You may transport yourselves there in whichever manner you wish. Keep it prudent. We don't want to spook the swoopers deeper into the Underlevels."

Flex - Lightsaber forms go under the Skills section. A little more detail on her proficiency with the lightsaber would be beneficial. Also, I'm hesitant to approve a Padawan with three lightsaber forms (two would be fine).

Flex, (to add to Ymper's comments) her set of Force skills is a bit broad for a Padawan. I'd like to see it narrowed a bit. A little more detail on the Force Skills wouldn't hurt.

A swoop gang robbed an upper Mid-levels casino owned by a very wealthy Senator from Rodia. Jedi are being sent down to investigate alongside the Coruscant Guard.Absolutely! There's a Kel Dor guard that was stunned by the gang. I'd imagine that a security commander would want to question such a witness.

You can have a droid fetch him (maybe he was in a section of the ship that was further away for the droid to run?).

I'll be getting one up after Muay Thai tonight.

For all Jedi players! If you're interested, we'll be tying the Jedi on Coruscant into the swoop gang thievery mission. :3

GM IC (Chask Far'fella): Chask Far'fella slipped into the training hall where Master Bn'sen, Master Yttro, and several Jedi Knights were watching a group of potential Padawans sparring. The Master's winced slightly as a Togruta Padawan took a blow to the face from a training saber, tumbling over onto his backside. His Trandoshan opponent raised her lightsaber triumphantly and let out a short roar of glee. "They both might as well enroll into the Service Corps now." "You." The Councillor trotted down a set of shallow stone steps, and pointed out the Togruta with his hand. "You were too passive in your use of Form III. You have to make use of openings in your opponent's bladework. A Jedi does not wield his lightsaber in fear.""And you." The faun-like Jedi Master turned to the Trandoshan Initiate. "A blow like that with a real lightsaber would have been lethal against any Sith. However... you delved a little too deep into your aggression. The sword of a Jedi must be tempered with inner peace. Unrestrained jubilance is unseemly, and can lead to the Dark Side."He turned to the rest of the Initiates, blue robes moving in a graceful arc, and clasped his pale hands together. "Well then, you all look rather tired. Take a five minute breather." He waved his hand, sending the Initiates scurrying off. Once the last Initiate had left the room, the Jedi Master briskly strode up to Master Bn'sen and Yttro, his voice ringing clearly through the hall. "There has been a situation in the mid-levels. An Underlevel swoop gang decided to raid a rather up-scale business establishment. Normally, I would leave this to the guard. But, something caught my attention."The Master withdrew a marble-like data sphere, dropping it into a projector that rose from the edge of the steps. The image of a sleek, female Chiss flickered in the middle of the room. "Tell me, Master Bn'sen, doesn't she look like one of your former Initiates?" The burly Human squinted and stroked his beard in contemplation. "As a matter of fact, yes. The name's slipped my mind, but she does seem familiar." Chask smiled in satisfaction. "Excellent." He glanced at the Knights who had been spectators of the Initiates' performance. "I have an operative on the ground, but if we're facing a criminal that may have had Jedi training, he'll likely need backup. We Jedi need to make it clear that brazen criminal invasions of law-abiding establishments will not be tolerated."

@Doctor, I see no real issues with the profile. Unless Ymper or Basilisk have particular questions, approved. +1@ToaDraconix, General is not a rank with reference to the Jedi. As a Jedi player, you have the option of starting at Knight or below ranking. I would recommend tweaking his personal history a little. It looks a little disjointed at the moment. @Alex - Sharon Victor is a totally cool name. As for the Senate Guard rankings, I think Commander is generic enough to be good. I couldn't find anything specific online. Approved. +1 @Nentir - It'd work similarly to a normal holo recording advice. I'd imagine you'd have to focus a little on the Force though (if it's a Force-based holocron and not a standard data holocron, one would have to pour a bit of their personality into the organic crystal matrix). @To All - My apologies for the delay in getting up GM ICs. I had written up a bunch but they were deleted accidentally. :'(

Zealots, or even people who genuinely think that it is wrong that one can transform into an exact replica of another, etc, etc.People who have lost loved ones due to the actions of Wizards or magical things (would you believe someone who says they saw their dad snatched up and eaten by a griffin while hunting?). We also know that in England, Dark Wizards killed a number of Muggles for funzies. I'm sure that some people wouldn't believe the official explanation.