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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She was alone. Leaning on the back of her chair, never really having time to sit, she crunched the leather with her perfectly painted, emerald nails. Despite dedication to her work, these visions could not be ignored. This was evident. "Planet Pandora's location on screen." She ordered, and the screen changed to show bone-white, covenant battleships raining blue fire down on the planet. She grunted, rather harshly. It was unclear if this was frustration or pain, but it was definitely heavy. "Computer, do a full analysis of this planet's atmospheric changes of the past 72 hours. I have a bad feeling about this." She delegated before a charge emerged in the center of the room as a hologram. This was the collaboration of technologies at its best. "Plasma? Such an outdated form of attack." She was baffled, but came to the conclusion that this attack was obviously not meant to destroy. There were plenty other means to use for devastating and annihilating results and this was not one of them.
She pressed her communicator, still crunching the leather as her signature. "Mr. Vermin, please report to Command -- Immediately."
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For all the technology, why couldn't their be teleporters from floor to floor?
Vermin stepped into the turbo-lift. "Computer, command." There was a chime, and he felt the very subtle shift beneath his feet as the lift began to move.
Soon the doors slid open and the turian stepped into command. It was his first time there and he had to try and stop himself from looking around in a quiet awe. He walked across the expansive command centre and came to a disciplined stop next to Chimera Forta's leather chair. The way she crunched the leather made his mandibles twitch.
Finally his eyes focused on the screen where fire the colour of water and ice was falling down on a sphere which seemed to be dead and dying. Nothing could grow there. The bone white ships though, those were new.
"You asked for me?"
Her eyes were glossy as she passed the tiny chip that Hyppolyta, the A.I., was programmed too. "Your supplies are unlimited --- take what you must. Hyppolyta is programmed to act as my subordinate and respond how I would. Unfortunately, the computer is not smart enough to register both mine and Forta's mind in one device. Understand that I, or she, will act on Forta's best interest at all times as you search for this force-sensitive connection. Although you too will be blind to it, I'm sure you'll find it -- whatever it may be. If I've learned anything of the force, it has it's own linear destiny." She chuckled, rather pettily. It was as if it was all too much trouble.
He clicked his tongue. "Before I go, I was questioning a man who docked shortly after the crash. He docked alone. He was able to navigate the...interference around the station. Alone." He repeated the word. "It's all in my report. Commander, he knew this station well." He gave the trill a knowing look. That man knew about, for instance, why Vermin was here. "Like I said," he produced a datapad and handed it to her. "It's all in my report. But I think someone with his skills would be useful to me on a mission like this one."
Her thoughts were her own.
"Mr..." She hesitated slightly. "Vermin. I trust your judgement; after all, security is your concern -- protection is mine. I must remember they're not to be confused." She acted, taking the data-pad and glazing through it as she walked the bridge down to the hologram. There, she took in Vermin's concerns towards how dangerous this could actually become. Very She concluded.
"Computer, scan our database for look-a-like unidentified crafts of Pandora's attackers." She muffled her words, ever-so slightly, molecularly, as she touched the side of her face with her index and middle fingers to help her think -- another nameless idiocyncracy.
"Do stay until the Datas examined. Vermin, your mission is to find the source of this force-sensitivity, but also to gather information on these adversarial attackers. I'm interested in knowing why they've committed this felony more than seeing them pay for it. Understood." She finalized, waiting for the system to buffer.
"And if he challenges me, I'll just shoot him." He shrugged, his gold eyes smirking. "Besides, I'm guessing this A.I. is a sort of GPS, or at least a two-way radio." He eyed her. "Keeping tabs on me...sir?"
But he cleared his throat before she could pick up on his questionable line of conversation and light teasing. "I'll go tell Wolf not to get too comfortable, an come back. Hopefully by then the data will be reviewed and we can head out. Will that be all...sir?"
"We'll meet in my chambers -- Computer, transfer request to my quarters -- as I'd like to meet this 'Wolf' among the 'Lions'. Well, Lioness, and I'll be damned if a stranger smudges the ivory railings of the bridge, you have my word -- Vermin." She headed to the executive elevator, where Vermin would also hopefully enter.