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 Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:27 pm
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Still, something puzzled Master Vivencio as he almost tripped into this vision of two young Jedi. The little Gelfling was of the utmost curiosity. He felt, connected to him. He grumbled it off as age getting the better of him. And yet, the Na'vi felt something similar in him -- A Jedi wise beyond his years. An almost magnetic energy radiated from him. Ulan could tell his distinct sex as he had no wings. "Thra... was by far... the most... integral part of my spiritual... journey as a... Jedi, and... explorer."
Still there was not much time for pleasantries as the Hunters, or worse to the young Jedi, Reverents, could be very close behind them.
"Jedi, we... will have... time. Much time. However... Vermin... we must find... the hanger." He couldn't help but watch the Mercenary drool at the Na'vi. Indeed, they were a beautiful and sensual race, and, due to this, could fetch a great deal of credit in the wrong circuits. "Vermin... trust... focus... discipline..." He preached hoping this would snap him out of it.
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Hopefully the old master was right, and they would have time.
"On it!" Vermin said, blasting through walls. He grabbed some grenades from his belt and threw them down the hall from where the villains were coming to hunt them, and set proximity gas and sonic mines against the walls to further impede the crew of the covanant ship as he blasted through the walls.
"You said there were three jedi, Master Ulan, but this is only two."
"The third was no jedi," Dvorak said. "He is darkness. A white shadow. A monster."
The grenades went off and the ground under them shook but everyone remained standing, hopefully.
Vermin blasted another wall. "Ladies first."
As they stood in newly created hangar doorway, hundreds of grunts stopped waddling about to turn to them. "Heretics! Get 'em, stupids!" Called out a little red armored one carrying a strange glowing needle shooter and on came the heat. Thousands of explosive crystals arched their way like arrows with a mind of their own, trailing, seeking, bursting. In the midst of this needle-chaos, plasma fire crept just behind. This blanket of fire would blind any regular fighter from what followed, a rush of these brave little idiots ready to brawl.
"Vermin... find something... flyable. I want to... get out of... here before this... monster Jedi... finds us." Ordered, letting go of his cane to wish around the wall of needles and start knowing out the opposition in a flank. Not all of them, but it would be helpful for round two. His hand jot out in unison to lift the paneling beneath them and intercept the fire. However, when the needles made contact, the flooring-turned-barrier burst into unexpected shrapnel; a piece dug a nice chunk of of his bicep. He winced. "Quickly... younglings... you must follow... Vermin."
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Vermin grabbed the hand gun at his back, a Scorpion heavy pistol. He flipped out some cryo ammo and slapped it into the chamber. He fired a volley and the little grunts were paused, no, frozen. A jelly-like mass stuck to them, some beeping. Whatever grunts didn't get hit were curious or panicked. And then, the rounds exploded!
"ULAN!" shouted Vermin.
Dvorak skid to Ulan's side and lifted the shield with the force, hurling it at the enemies. There was too much smoke from Vermin's bombs and mines, and Dvorak headed through the hole, following Vermin and Riti.
"Where's Ulan?" Asked Vermin.
"He'll come, trust the force," Dvorak said. "Now, find a ship!"
"Which one do we go to?" She asked, looking over at Vermin. He seemed like he knew ships better than Dvorak did.
More monsters had caught up to them now and Dvorak turned and brandished his saber, deflecting laser blasts and giving the pair cover.
"I'll hold them off, get her onto a ship!" Dvorak yelled to Vermin, pacing backward and fanning his saber rapidly to shield the three of them. "I am right behind you, Riti."
"This way," Vermin continued to tug Riti along, and they headed for a Phantom drop ship. The back ramp was down and the rear door was open. "Hurry!" He yelled back at Dvorak, and then pressed his Scorpian pistol into Riti's hand. "Shoot them!"
Arms were blown off, knees, legs, chunks of mid-section and ribs. Exploded in light and smoke and a mist of blood.
He heard Riti cry out and fought to hold onto his consciousnesses. Dazed, he slowly rolled onto his stomach, and shakily got to his knees.
A shadow fell over him as a guard stood behind him, one armed, his gun pointed at the back of his head, ready to fire. Any stickybombs the Scorpion would fire would take too long to save Dvorak.
Dvorak looked back to see the guard elevated and pushed. He saw cracks begin to carve themselves in his armor and chips jump off. "Riti!" He scrabbled to his feet and ran with a stumble to the ship. "Riti, please, control your--"
"GET ON THE FUCKING BOAT!" Vermin screamed.
"What about Master Ulan?" Dvorak asked, breathless.
"Two Jedi for one." Vermin said. "Best we can do for now. Aiming Auto-cannons. Firing!"
He fired the auto-cannons and breached the ship. The sudden decompression sucked many of the covenant aliens into the cold airless void of space.
"Hang on!" Vermin thrust the ship forward, through the breach, and into space, away from Kappan and his ire.
"Everyone safe?" Vermin asked. Dvorak seemed exhausted, and was trying to calm Riti's fury.
"We're alive," panted the gelfling.
"Super." Vermin deadpanned. He opened a channel. "Scatterstar, this is Vermin. Do you read? Anybody? Anyone hear me? Chimera? Come in."
Suddenly, the PrideFire.
Dvorak was looking Riti over. "Master Ulan?" He asked.
"Vermin?" Kevik's voice jumped on the transmission. "Is that you?"
"Kevik? Sonovabitch, where you been?"
"Where've I been, where've YOU been? Hey, got a bounty on your head? I could use the credits for fuel."
"Very funny. Room enough for us to come aboard?"
"Three. And this ship is kinda sweet."
"We're comin'. Mel, set a course."
Daryl headed for the bay, seeming to become more and more crowded. Usually Prawns could find comfort in being crammed-packed in a bucket and shot across the galaxy; however, The King was no ordinary pawn. He was kind of a loner and, right now, his only friend was practically sucking face with this long-time nobody croco-kitty. He was jealous.
On top of that, quite literally, Ulan was hitching a ride on Daryl's back. This made him even more uncomfortable, but Scatterstar was willing to pay a handsome fee. Soon, they arrived in wait. "Thank you.. King Daryl..." --Now that, he could get used to-- "My friends... will be... most... rewarding."
The bay shuttle bay doors above the Pridefire opened and Vermin eased the Phantom into it. He killed the engines and opened the rear doors to the Phantom. He ushered the jedi out, following them. He first saw Daryl, his small gold eyes taking in the big cricket of a thing. "Thanks for the pick-up." He offered his hand, and that's when he saw Master Ulan on the Prawn's back.
"Master! I am greatly releaved that you are alive and well. This is my padawan, Riti." Now that things were calmer, they could really engage.
Vermin looked back at the ship. "Should we abandon it? So it can't be tracked? Sell it? Scrap it? Keep it?"
Riti was much calmer as the stepped out of the Phantom, she looked at everyone briefly before focusing on Master Ulan. She was still growing used to the vastness of species the universe held after only knowing her world.
"In an emergency." Daryl clicked, finishing the old one's sentence in his impatience. "We gotta act quickly if we're to make it to section 19 in one... one. I forget the Idiom. Imperial Array's are feeding? Seeding? Picking? Frak it all. You know what I mean. Kevik, rewire the entertainment network channels, something peppy, into the main communication's array of The PrideFire. Who knows, maybe the bucket-heads can catch up on some Son of a Bith." He drums the them song with his mouth tendrils, a beat-box if you will.
"Kitty. Fly!" Soon, King would be alone with Vermin, and the interrogation tactics could commence. He didn't like this two-legged armadillo, nor did he trust him alone with the livelihood. These Jedi were too valuable to be left alone with a stranger.
Riti nodded, kneeling down so she wasn't towering over the two. "Master Dvorak has done and excellent job...Considering all that's happened." She gave Dvorak a small, sad smile before her attention went back Ulan.
"Master Ulan, I think we all three would benefit with some meditations." He looked at Daryl. "Is there a place of quiet and tranquility upon this ship?"