Star Wars: Fate of the Old Republic

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Breaking Peace
Cleon "Csillo Ark"

Clausocalanus pavo

An unusually prolific zooplankton found in the temperate oceans of Velusia. Its unique form allows it to efficiently filter water for algae, plankton and even large hydrocarbon molecules. These creatures have been instrumental in keeping the oceans clean from some industrial waste produced from the floating mining rigs that extract ore from the oceans. These small creatures have a difficult time moving about the ocean; instead they float on ocean currents and use rigid fins to help direct their path. They travel in large colonies and have tell-tale silver sheen about them that turns the ocean into a light show made from reflecting light off their exoskeleton.

Csillo put his data pad down and looked out at the Velusian Ocean. He was sitting on a large mining vessel, the Vanua, which acted very much like the creatures he was studying. The ship would filter the ocean water and extract a variety of rare ores from the water. Velusia was special because of this phenomenon. Csillo really didn’t care about the ore; he was taken away by the beauty of the planet. Crystal blue-green waters surrounded the small islands that were scattered around the planet. Velusia didn’t have a land mass greater than 25,000 square kilometers and a typical island was only 9,000 square kilometers. In Csillo’s mind each island was its own wonder-ground of spectacular plants and animals; it was the oceans of a planet that called to him though. Velusia’s deep ocean was rolling hills of royal blue serenity. Csillo sat upon the Vanua, looked out at the ocean in peace, blocking out the sounds of the ship and workers around him.

When the Vanua docked at the Nexcore Facility on the island of Levu, Csillo was still lost in thought. He disembarked from the ship and was heading back to his rented room when shouting broke out. At first he couldn’t make out what was being said between the myriad of languages being thrown around, but then a fellow visiting student ran into him.

“Chiloe, what’s going on?” Csillo asked as the young Twi’lek woman nearly ran him over.

“The Sith,” she said with venomous distain, “their bombing Coruscant!” Csillo froze. Chiloe took his hand and led him to the promenade commons. Large screens, usually dedicated to advertisement and the occasional news feed, were all showing the same thing: Coruscant was being attacked. Csillo couldn’t believe it. All around him, from various points of view, the screens showed scenes of massive destruction, devastation and death. His heart was racing. His parents were on Coruscant. “Where are the bloody Republic!” Chiloe was clearly upset. She turned and punched Csillo. When he turned and looked at her tears were slowly falling down his face. Her demeanor changed instantly, “Oh I am so sorry Silo, I didn’t mean to,” she stammered, “I am just… Are you ok.” Chiloe watched as Csillo turned back to the screens searching. “Oh frang,” she realized the source of his anguish. “I’m really sorry Silo, I forgot your parents are on Coruscant. Maybe they got out, look,” she pointed to one of the screens, “some crazy pilots are shuttling people off planet.”

“No,” he replied, “I can feel it.” He looked up at Chiloe as tears continued to fall. “They didn’t make it.”

It's not all fun and games
Calvin Hathowe - Earl

Finally a chance for something different. We have been reading Mechanical books and watching boring training videos for ever now. Master Sargent Thanewulf, our teacher, brought up a challenge. We get twelve hours to build a makeshift speeder. After completing the speeders, we race them winning team doesn’t have to clean the mess hall for a month. He picked the five best of us to pick out our teams and then took us to the junkyard.

I was one of the team captains. Master Sargent Thanewulf had us choose one team mate at a time until everyone was on a team. I think I have a pretty solid team but we have only five people, and the other teams had six.

  • Sean Kolzaar – Job bulding and stabilizing the repulserlift
    • A smart and Friendly Zabrak.
    • One of the best general techs we have in class.
    • Also can Play a KeyBed amazingly. (OOC its Like a piano)
  • Elias Jett – Job Hauling heavy things around and wiring
    • A massive guy.
    • He is really good with wiring and electronics.
    • Also good at hefting the big stuff so I don’t have to, but don’t tell him I said that.
  • Jonathan Maverick – Job installing and programming vehicular computer
    • An all around cool guy.
    • The best Computer system programmer and installer.
    • Quite the pick up artist with the ladies
  • Niko Watkins – Job constructing the main engine with me and Piloting during the race
    • A very Nice guy
    • A technical genius
    • Doesn’t have the common sense to not touch the stove while it is on.

After choosing our teams. Master Sargent Thanewulf takes us out to a junkyard and tells us we have two hours to salvage before we start building. This Place reminder me of Bucks junkyard except smaller. This was something I’ve done a million times with Darbie, scrapping through the junkyard finding parts for our speeder. First we find a hollowed out hull of a Lhoshan Swoop Racer, I have Elias and Maverick drag it over to our building section. I find another Lhoshan swoop racer with a destroyed hull but the engine didn’t need to much work. Everyone else was finding different pieces for the speeder. Some of the parts where for for a Lhoshan AeroChaser, Aratech Navigator, and even an engine from an XC-01 Starfighter AKA the Star Saber. We got to work piecing it together. Everyone was working on different things. After three hours of building it looked like total crap pieces and parts everywhere. After five hours in to the competition it looked like a speeder already.

While the others where working on there respective areas of the speeder. Me and Wilkins where working on converting the Star Saber engine to fit with the Swoop Racer engine. The idea being using the Swoop Racer to power the speeder mostly, but if there was a long straight away you could kick in the Star Saber engine. It would be modded to be used as a auxiliary engine transfer with a Mod Switch adapter for a quick trade back and forth for the engine. This being quite a dangerous process while assembling, me and Wilkins built it away from the rest of the speeder just in case something on the engine burnt out it wouldn’t short the rest of the speeder. It took a couple of hours of work to get it assembled. When we where confident that it was in working condition we had to disassemble parts of it and hook it up to the hull.

Now it’s crunch time its taking a while to fit this engine into the hull. Everyone is helping out hooking up the wiring and everything to the engine. We only had about an hour to reassemble the engine. “Only Fifteen minutes left.”, we hear Master Sargent Shout. I start doing last minute checkups on the steering and stabilizers and such. When Wilkins went to hook up the engine transfer converter between the engines. He hooked up one side correctly and hooked up the positives to negatives on the other and shocked the crap out of himself. It made a huge Snap of electricity moving through the lines. I threw him back about five feet and his entire right arm went numb. We went over and made sure he was alright. Other than some singed hair and his arm being numb he was. I ran over to try to fix the damage to the engine that it did. “Only Five more minutes.”, we hear. Well Sith spit, I can’t get it working. I tweaked a couple things and it fired right up. I double checked the switch for both engines and It worked though the wiring was practically fused so I couldn’t replace it. Maverick ran and grabbed the stencil he made and slapped a symbol on the side of our speeder as they counted down. “Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one. Time is up, Put your stuff down and walk away from your speeders.” said Master Sargent Thanewulf. We walked away looking back on our speeder it looked pretty awesome.

Well It was finished. We pulled it together and I knew we where going to win. We all went to the mess hall for dinner. The race will be first thing tomorrow morning. Unfortunately Wilkins arm was still numb and it looked like I was going to have to pilot this ship myself. I haven’t piloted anything in a race since I was like twelve or thirteen years old. Thinking back that didn’t end well either. Darbie and I, where riding our speeder and we when beating the Mcclary’s our rivals. When all of the sudden Darbie was trying to give us a boost something happened and we ran nearly ran straight into the wall. I was able to skid us along the wall and I landed the bike on its side. We let go of the bike and rolled on the ground the bike smashed into the other wall and exploded covering us in oil and dirt. I still think it was his fault he says it was my fault. That was the last time I had raced though. Now, I can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow. I really hope we win.

Jevic Brand

I was five years old when I picked up my first weapon. My father took me outside after breakfast to a group of targets that he had set up. He handed me a blaster pistol and told me that its time I started learning to fight. There were five targets, each with a number on it, spread out in front of us. He told me that he would call out a number and I would shoot it. “Target one” he said, I pointed the pistol at it and fired, missing. “Again” he stated, I fired and missed. “Again” he stated, I aimed carefully and missed again. “Again he stated. I kept firing and after each shot he said again, I couldn’t hit the target, every shot seemed to go differently, some left some right I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. It always seemed so easy when I saw people training, point it at the target and pull the trigger. After what seemed to be an eternity of the word again I pulled the trigger and heard a click. The power cell had run out.

He walked over slowly and took the pistol from me. He could see the disappointment in my face. Looking me in my eyes he asked, “what did you learn”? I wasn’t sure what to say, I had missed every shot he had to be disappointed in me. “I need to practice more so that I can hit the target” I tentatively asked. Shacking his head he said “no, the lesson was that you need to start thinking for yourself, I handed you a pistol and you have never picked one up or fired one, you don’t know how to fire one.” He paused for a minute before continuing “You should have asked me to show you how to fire it, there is no shame in learning how to do something you have never done before, everyone needs to strive to learn and better themselves in all that they do.”

“Now let me show you how to fire a pistol” he said as he slid a new power pack into the handle.

Darbie Hayes - Training
Darbie Hayes - Brian Fuhrman

“Damnit Darbie! How the hell can you clip me!? What was that?! Are you trying to kill me!?” Mason, a midshipman just like Darbie, says as he throws down his flight helmet onto the ground. “This is a flippin TRAINING exercise, you DOLT!”

Darbie chuckles as he begins walking to the lockers, Mason in tow. “Hey, you’re alive right? You lost, but you’re alive. Consider it a learning experience, now you know what to do!”

“Learning experience?!” Mason says angrily, as spit flies from his mouth “Sure, I’ll learn that I NEVER WANT TO FLY AGAINST YOU!”

“Leasson learned then.” Darbie says as he stifles a laugh as he opens his locker to put away the flight suit and don his uniform. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t know it was going to work either, just sounded like a good idea. Besides, its not like I cracked the hull or anything.”


“Well…” Darbie ponders for a moment “Consider it cross training then! Now you can go to the Mechanic Bay and actually learn how a ship works, give you more respect for it!”

“Respect?! Why you piece of Bantha PooDoo, Im going to RIP YOUR H…” Mason starts yelling as he’s interrupted by a man of medium stature and light frame wearing Leuitenant tags.

“Midshipman Hayes, get your ASS to the Flight Commanders office, NOW” he says furiously “I assume he wants to talk about your little adventure up there and WHY YOUR WRECKING REPUBLIC PROPERTY!!”

Darbies’ smile fades, and quickly puts the rest of his gear in his locker, and jogs to catch up to Lt. Maxwell, the man that was just yelling at him. When he catches up, he hears everything he expects.
“What the hell we’re you THINKING? This isn’t your playground!”
“Are you trying to kill yourself? Or perhaps your squadmate? Did he piss you off?!”
“Maybe you’re a plant by the empire, JUST TO PISS ME OFF!”

Darbies head swims, he knows he’s pissed off Lt. Maxwell more times than he can count, but did he really step over the line this time?
The Lieutenant knocks on the Flight Commanders office door as he mutters to himself.

“Enter” a voice says calmly from the other side of the closed door.
As they both enter, the Flight Commander pours over two open files. “Midshipman Hayes, in front of me are two files, one… is your achievements, and the other, your write ups. It seems you have a serious reckless issue here. You pull stunts, not authorized by the Navy, you consistently put yourself in danger, you effectively ruin your competitors equipment, and you fight dirty in the air.”

Lt. Maxwell smugly grins, knowing what’s going to come next.

“That’s why I’ve decided to reassign you Delta Base on a special mission” The Flight Commander says, while digging in his top drawer, then tossing an ensign bar to Darbie. “You are to report to Delta Base, your ship leaves in an hour.”

Lt. Maxwell looks as if he’s about to cry, he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

The Fleet Commander continues, “Congratulation Ensign Hayes, don’t screw it up”

Rathe Warslide - NPC

Fall of coruscant small

Thunder boomed in the distance.


A sleepy Rathe Warslide opened his young, light gray eyes. A storm really had to rage for him to hear it through the thick steel walls of the satellite Jedi Temple of Coruscant. It was especially odd for the thunder to be powerful enough to make the furniture rattle.


Suddenly, a sorrowful feeling washed over him. The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his breath deserted him. His heart felt as if it was suddenly crushed and inflated, and deep inside, Rathe knew… thousands of lives were suddenly lost.


By the third bellow of thunder, Rathe was on his feet. He had fallen asleep in a meditation chamber, and usually he would worry about a scolding from Master J’on, but he knew that there were more important matters at hand. He moved to the door and punched the OPEN sequence on the small computer to his right. The thick steel doors slid open and allowed a cacophony of sounds to rush into the chamber.

“Evacuate the second-year younglings on the 187th floor! Pull back from the roof, that fight is lost!”

Rathe couldn’t tell who was yelling, but he saw a least two dozen jedi running about. Fires marred the formerly pristine blue-gray floors.


“It’s not thunder”, Rathe whispered, his eyes wide. His heart fell to his stomach as he realized that his sector of Coruscant was being shelled by artillery. The walls shook as alarms blared. He watched a large slab of metal, shorn free from the ceiling with immense force, crush three jedi.

“Rathe!”, he heard a voice calling in the distance. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but he recognized the voice of his master. The young padawan wheeled around to see his master round the corner of a corridor. Rathe saw the look of relief wash over his J’on Drakfist’s face.

“Rathe! Thank the Force you’re all right. We have to get to the ground level! Follow me, young one.” J’on’s eyes were warm and he was cool-headed, despite the chaos all around. When Rathe was around his master, he felt peace wash over him. The world could be colliding with another and Master Drakfist would keep him with a level head.

The two jedi sprinted down a hallway and Rathe realized that they were passing by the lifts. “Master?”

“The lifts are too dangerous! To that window!”

The jedi rushed to the transparisteel window and J’on plunged his saber into the transparent metal. Rathe followed suit and soon the two of them were each cutting half of a slab out of it. As their lightsabers neared each other, J’on panted, “Okay, Rathe. Clear the way!”

The padawan glanced over to his master. J’on often gave him challenges, even in dire situations. Any chance to blast objects with the Force was a welcome one for the padawan. He took in a deep breath and focused himself. Then he collected the energy of the world around and coalesced it in his hand. He knew as he felt the tug in the pit of his stomach how easy it would be to let his emotion empower his action. If he gave in to the frantic panic around him, he could easily push away the severed transparisteel. But such emotion-guided actions were not the jedi way. Emotion guided use of the force paves the away for seduction to the Dark Side. He exhaled and pushed, reaching out with the force. He heard the screech of the metal as the cut section was thrown out into the lower city below.

After a moment of satisfaction, Rathe hoped that the section of transparent metal would not hurt anybody below. But as he looked out upon Coruscant, finally looking beyond the window, he saw that millions would be hurt this day. War had come to them and their enemy, the Sith, had brought the fight to their home.

“Come, padawan”, J’on nodded toward the opening. “Master, I’m… I’m scared.” “Rathe, you must not let these emotions guide you. There is no emotion. There is only peace.”

Rathe looked down and saw the ledges that he assumed his master meant for them to leap down to, one by one. “But what if I fall?”, the padawan asked, looking to his J’on’s eyes.

The jedi master smiled reassuringly and clapped a hand on his student’s shoulder. “Then I will catch you.” Master Drakfist leaped out the window, leaving an astonished Rathe behind.


Rathe sat up in the rack of the Lightbringer, his chest heaving, sweat covering his body. It had been five years since that day on Coruscant and yet the dreams were still so vivid. He swung his legs over the edge of the gunship’s cot and his head throbbed. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but he felt malice just before his ship exploded. He barely had time to eject.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and collect his thoughts. Was Master Drakfist the one firing the turret? Why had he felt the Dark Side so near? “Master”, he whispered and frowned. “Master.”

A New Direction
Cleon- "Csillo Ark"

I sat quietly in the taxi as we made our way back to “The Incognito.” They were brooding; the padawan was visibly upset, although he did a good job of managing his anger and resentment. I was numb. I had been for several years. I knew what they were planning to do and I didn’t stop them. Why didn’t I? Was I truly willing to see an innocent, honest and brave man break down and succumb to the pressures of a criminal; a life of indentured slavery? I guess I was.

He had a bracelet very similar to the one my mother possessed, destroyed with her 5 years ago; I took it. She was always a bright star to me, full of joy and mischief. She was kind but lived by a different code than most of the galaxy, she was always true to her word though. Very much like the bracelet, with its Gungan pearls that possessed shifting and swirling colors of blue, green, silver and purple, and yet held together by strong and soft metal. My mother used to say that possessions are useless unless you are willing to protect them. She was a burglar, before she met my dad. We didn’t really own much and weren’t materialistic, for my mom she said it was more of a challenge thing than possessing the stolen item. Dad said she was talented but once she hooked up with him, that part of her life was left behind.

The bracelet was in my hand, I could feel the smooth pearls beneath my fingers. I could see her. Her long silver mane, braded and studded with beads, clothed in a simple grey dress, singing softly while I laid my head in her lap, gazing up at the stars. It was clear night on Alderaan. “You know the people of Alderaan are very much like us. They value knowledge, peace and freedom. Always remember that Csillo; we Ryn are never homeless as long as we have our freedom. It is what defines us as a people. Sometimes we may become adrift, but sooner or later you heart will show you the way.”

The taxi came to a stop and every solemnly exited the speeder. I looked up and I could see the towering city around us, the lights of the upper levels and the speeders twinkling like stars. For the first time in many years I felt something; guilt and shame. The bracelet in my hand became cold and I knew that I was adrift no longer.

The Ride Back
Rathe Warslide - NPC

There is no emotion, there is peace.

My heart felt as if it were in a vice as I saw Republic soldiers resort to thuggery. How far were they willing to go to maintain the cover of their assignment? The Mandalorian didn’t seem as if he cared, but wasn’t that to be expected? Mandalorians are known to care only of battle and their clans. Is that what this assignment was to him? A vehicle for his next battle?

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

My companions knew that this assignment was wrong when they took it. I understand that the Rakghoul serum is important if we wish to hunt them for Taris, but why take a job in which we would hurt a citizen of Taris? We could have worked on the docks. We could have done a myriad of other things, but why take a job to confront somebody? Aggression leads to anger and anger leads to fighting. Were they really so surprised when a firefight broke out?

There is no passion, there is serenity.

My heart pounded as I watched these men shoot up an honest businessman’s shop. I felt moved and it took every every breathing technique I knew to clear my mind and let serenity wash over me. I could have easily slashed the lock to enter the storefront. My lightsaber would have made quick work of the durasteel mechanism. Yes, I would have added to the damage toll, but I could have prevented more. My only fear was that by reacting to the anger inside of me, I would have fueled the flames.

I wish I could say that this was the first time in my life that I felt lost. It has been some time since I have felt comfortable turning to Master Drakfist for guidance. I wish I could say that my instincts misguidedly wanted to turn to him even now. Sadly, this is not true. I sensed a change in my master and I was blind to the extent of it. Master Drakfist has turned to the Sith and it is my fault. I could have saved him.

When I look at my companions, I see many flaws. Yet, as much as I am repulsed by their recent actions, it pales into comparison of my own transgressions. Master Drakfist was as much my responsibility as I was his. I know what he is capable of, and I can only imagine what those capabilities will be with the destructive power of the Darkside.

Their actions were horrible, but they pale in comparison with my own.

Jevic Brand

Today we ruined the life of a Twi’lek. This event has led me to make the choice to keep a record of the jobs and events that happen in my life so that I may reflect on the choices I make. To pay to repair the ship and finish our mission we took the first job we could find. A crime boss named Mr. Fetch, offered us the first in a series of jobs. It was a simple job to get his brother to agree to accept his offer of protection, we later found out protection from hutt. In doing the job we did nothing less than ruin his life all for 750 credits. This did not sit well with the republic boys and the jedi. When I think about it I don’t like the choice I made, there was no honor in ruining him when nothing worthwhile was gained, if anything we took a step back from our goal since we have to pay off an inconvenience fee. It was a very interesting lesson in how the hutt syndicates do business; at the end of the day they will make a profit.

With my choice to be a mercenary and bounty hunter I accept that I may work with the criminal aspect but I think that I will avoid the hutt side of it. It feels like they pull you in and then warp you to fit their goals, discarding you when you have no more profit left for them.

I think that while I work for the republic I will need to make an effort to keep to their code and rules as much as I can while still being true to my beliefs.

Time to try some more honest work as they call it. Its rakghoul hunting time.

Fallout and Boon
Csillo Ark

From the computer records of datapad YT7-09A-Y, owner Csillo Ark, time stamp XX-YY-ZZ
(just after the meeting with the wookie)
/begin coded access

Login ****************
Code ***************

>Updating system information…. Good afternoon Mr. Ark, all systems updated and secure connection to Holonet, encryption code AF9IU0, established.

>14 New Messages… accessing
Account Disabled from Unicorp Banking, Bessimir
Account Disabled from Froz University Library, Froz
Rogue? What happened man? From Chiloe Zari’tel
Account Disabled from Antar Commercial Banking, Antar
• RE: Stajin Ark Contract from Tausk
Account Disabled from Unicorp Banking, Coruscant
Account Disabled from Cora Shipping Company

/load message from Tausk

>Loading message from Tausk
Mr. Csillo Ark, as per our contract with your father, Stajin Ark, his investment account has been reactivated and access has been transferred to you. This account has a structured settlement and 15,000 credits have been made available. As the account continues to mature you can expect a much higher return. Your first payment has already been authorized and can be transferred, see attached security protocol. Additional information on how to contact us is also included in the security protocol.
Good day

>End of message, security protocol and encryption is attached.

>Activating protocol ERROR: Data Corruption 87%, irretrievable

>Confirmation, 15,000 credits have been transferred to cred-stik **********.

/search Holonet- Taris- medical supplies- Meeble

… 15 minutes later …
>Purchase confirmation, supplies will be held for 48 hours.


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