With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
ScatterStar is a Star Wars crossover forum based RPG set in the 26th century and takes place between Episode III and Episode IV. Ever wanted a Vulcan Jedi? A Klingon with a BFG 9000? A Roswell Grey Sith? A Yautja bounty-hunter who collects the lightsabers of his kills? A Wookie ensign in Star Fleet? In ScatterStar, all this and more can be possible.
Because the Universe is a very, very big place...
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The Dug's big brown eyes narrowed his eyes as his gaze roved out across the patrons as he looked for his target.
He nudged the Cathar at his side and gave a tiny, nearly imperceptible nod at a chitinous creature in a corner booth. The Dug bled into the crowd, weaving his way through bodies taller and stronger and harder than his. They provided a good cover.
When he got in range, he pounced, like a spidermonkey, tackleing the Prawn.
The crowd hardly paid any attention to them. They were too focused on themselves and their drinks to care what was going on between these two and the Prawn.
His mouth chatted and cluttered odd noises of surprise, as he took eyes to his old companion. Orkkrkshthshhhshh?!?" "You? What are you doing here?" He exclaimed, a slight squeak in his percussive gibberish.
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A jumbled of clattering shrimpy tendrils equalled: "It has been more than a year, Kevik. I surprised you haven't been counting. You were always the clingy sort." He teased.
"Anything interesting come through your - what ARE you ridding these days?" His brow tilted, making a sexual reference to the furry creature that sat with them -- Men! He couldn't help but wait for her to introduce herself; after all, she did sit at his table. Prawns were a very territorial race by nature, food, tech, woman. It was wise to show caution around races this equip to destroy you.
"How's business." His bug-eyes rolled awkwardly from her and back to the doug, as he sipped electric-blue, hard-liquor from what looked like a hamster or bird feeder. Obviously, there mouths were not fashioned for glasses.
She offered no more then that to the conversation. She had nothing much to say to the King. She wanted to be back at her ship, finishing a few repairs, but Kevik had insisted that she come along.
"'Lina is my new partner." Kevik said. "Been riding her...ship. The Pridefire. As for business..." He leaned forward. "You still in the business of dealing 'J'? Because the two of us? We've fallen across a huge demand."
He caught the end of the Dug's line. "It seems this is no longer the case." He clicked, another up-beat witty remark for the books.
"We must find somewhere to talk."
"Still got the shrimpy little shuttle from your world? I'm sure it could be nicely pocketed in the Pridefire."
In truth, Kevik missed the cozy escape pod, with it's HUD navigation, it's weird jelly-like chair, and the dead cables that provided hammocks and vines for him to hang from and annoy Daryl.
It was adjourned. The Prawn finished his Blue Necta, quickly, impressively. They would leave for the PrideFire now. The large Prawn, hefty even for his kind, walked off. Necta was strong but he was still standing, without a stumble, and headed to the Hanger. A Firefly class ship wasn't good at camouflage.
Passes where shown at the doors and large metal behemoths opened to reveal it next to his. The ship, however large, looked like it could hardly pierce the atmosphere, let alone space-travel. He waited. Gawking. Shocked. How was this not reaped from the galaxy? It was a giant hazard. Regardless, it would suit his needs to at least discuss in private.
The three moved on to the shipyard and Kevik saw the pride in her eyes as she gazed upon the aptly named Pridefire.
"Theeere she is." Kevik said, looking at both ships. Following his gaze, neither Melina or Daryl could tell which ship he was referring to. Or maybe it was the look in Melina's eyes.
"King, I want you as an ace in the hole. We leave first, then you, and we scoop up your ship in space, sound good?"
Her mood seemed irritable over the fact some stranger was coming on to her ship. It would take time for her to warm up to this new soon to be shipmate.
The three of them turned to see, at rough count, around 10 armed officers, weapons drawn. Guess a pack of three wanted criminals palling around together was bound to get the attention of the authorities sooner or later.
"Officers..." Kevik began. "This is a little extreme for a dine-and-dash, don't you think?"
"The three of you have bounties on your heads." Said the officer in command. "Combined, it would be enough for each of this unit to feed our families for a month."
It was true, with the stranglehold the Empire had on the galaxy. trade had nearly come to a stop and poverty was on the rise.
"Look," Kevik said with a reasonable tone. "I'm sure no one wants to get hurt here. So just lower your weapons and let us go. For your family's sake. If you continue this, you'll force my hand. I'll try my best not to kill anyone, but I certainly will make it impossible for your to work again. I can't speak for my other two buddies, here."
"Shitstains!" He screamed in this scratching battle hiss as he ran towards the enemy. A blaster shot of towards Kevik but The King intercepted it with his claw. He was fast enough that when this hand started to bleed it was already implanted in the idiots face, elbow deep enough to pierce the next guy's neck. The shock of this, caused the succeeding guy to flail and loose his blaster to the open air. The King drew his own I his other hand, a lightning-rail hand-held, and caught the skyward gun with his hand protruding from the grunt's throat. He let loose on the blaster, shooting a remaining two of the total four on his left, having positioned himself tall and horizontal to see the divided enemy. The lighting-rail was cannoned to vaporize the rightward four. Now, there was nothing to worry about from the rear. A blaster shot from the throat-ward group, and The King used his victim as a meat-shield, charging at the other two who simply ran from this savage furry. Daryl, the sensible drunk, wouldn't let this happen - shooting a slower one as we ran with the blaster. The faster one, the coward, would suffer from having the arm-corpses thrown from yards on top of him with a shock-put swing. It slowed him down enough for Daryl to meander over and step on his ankle. He crouched to speak with the cripple.
He spotted a vibro-dagger.
"I have a message for this bounty-lord." He hissed in broken standard, flipping him over while drawing this blade from the victim's boot. He ripped open his shirt and carved a shrimp with a crown on is chest before standing tall over this imbecile. "I think he'll remember me." He smeared to finalize, stepping on his other ankle. Then, he simple stumbled to his new crew.
"So Kitty, do you trust me more now, or before?" He questioned in an insensitive drawl, only to sound like clacking.
She gave him a dull look "It takes more then beating weaklings to get me to trust. But I suppose you don't annoy me as much as you did." That was the closest she came to letting him know that she was starting to warm up to him. "And don't call me Kitty."
It was a blur, a cacophony of screams and blaster discharge. Of smashing bones and splattered meat.
Then it was over and he could hear Melina and Daryl conversing. He was glad there was no jokes or threats about cats eating shellfish. Daryl was King for a reason.
"Welcome to our little crew, King." He said, galumphing after the two of his crew mates. He spotted the vibro dagger and tried to slip it out of Daryl's hand and into his own. Kevik was, after all, saving up for a vibro dagger. "I'll take that."
Entering into her precious ship. The Pridefire was her true home. She quickly made her way towards the cockpit and sat in the pilot's seat, already prepping the engines to get going.
Then, felt a knick at his loot. Kevik had very quick and agile, and fighting over a dagger was wasted energy and just troublesome. "All that bloody-knuckles payed off, huh squirrel-monkey." He gave a fake jab, joking again. "Keep it."
"I'll meet you in space. I'll bring The Can." He assured, before walking off over his victims. He turned to laugh with the gang as he made over the corpse mountain.
He gripped the blade and tucked it into his armcuff, and trundled over to the Pridefire. "Meet you in 5, King."
"He knows. Alright? He's been in this special line of work for years. Smuggling Jedi to safe zones. He's an expert. If he can't get a few dozen safe, no one can." He turned his head to look at her. "Don't you trust my judgement?"