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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by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Mon Mar 06, 2017 1:15 pm
"Think I'll need to upgrade anything for him around here?" She always loved having a project to do. Working on her ship was her big hobby.
"There he is."
Kevik opened the shuttle bay ramp as Melina navigated the Pridefire toward the small shuttle craft. The Pridefire swallowed up the Tin Can, the unofficial name of the small Prawn shuttle, like a bird with a fish. Kevik slowly closed the doors and waited for the ship to cool before he flipped on the ship-wide communication.
"Thank you for flying Pridefire Skies. If you'd be so courteous as to extend patience, our stewards and stewardesses will be coming down the aisle to collect any trash or cans you have need to dispose of. Sit back, and have a pleasant flight."
He dropped down just as Daryl was exiting the TinCan. "Welcome to our humble home, King. Feel free to think of it as the same for you. C'mon, let's get show you around."
He grab a can and closed the fridge very slowly in amazement and docility. He was trying to be stealthy, but overwhelmed.
"This, and some Necta, and it might get warmer in here." He gave a belly clacking, deep within his range. "I think tour is over now! He smirked, sitting at some steam-punk barstool and cracking open the jar. What's ours is mine now, he thought.
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Her ears twitched in irritation as she leaned against the cool wall of the ship, arms crossed. Despite the fact that her posture radiated irritation and dislike, she seemed a little more...friendlier then before.
"hey," he said, vaulting into the chair opposite of Daryl. "Thanks for the blade by the way." He pulled the paisley scarf from his belt pouch, it still a little stained with blood from when he wiped off the knife. But it would be good as new once washed.
"Remember this?" He spread it out and snapped it, to let it hang, wrinkled, a bit threadbare. It seems Kevik and his little kerchief had been through a lot in the years Daryl and he had parted ways.
"Does the holographic-radio work. Can always go for a some Son-of-a-Bith on the ol' HR." He asked them both, getting a glimpse of the one in the kitchen.
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But they sounded...alarmed. They always talked over eachother but this was frenzied, worried. It was hard to make out what they were saying.
"....A planet has been attacked. We're getting reports of some planet in wild space being...attacked. With some tactic we've never seen before in this sector of the galaxy."
"What?" Kevik's eyes grew wide and he flicked the channel. The burbling, husky voice of some random mon calamari was trying to sputter out a similar report as Fosenbeed had been.
"It is unknown what planet has been attacked, or the identity of the attackers. In truth the sources are unverified. We will keep you posted."
Kevik looked to Daryl, then Melina, then he hurried to the communications panel in the cock-pit. He opened a channel. "Scatterstar, this is the Pridefire, do you read? This is the Firefly Class starship Pridefire, come in Scatterstar, do you read? Receiving reports of a planet attack. Can you confirm? Scatterstar do you read?"