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  1. Sanity

    Korriban

    “Oh, you know.” Brad started, relaxing. He moved over to the corner that was motioned to be his. “Get told to fight, you fight.”
  2. Sanity

    Korriban

    Brad was shaken from his whole ordeal. He carefully walked over and collected his blaster and multi-tool. As he bent down to pick up his multi-tool he winced and placed his hand on the bruise now on his spine. That's going to be a nuisance. Brad straightened up and headed for the door. Asik was waiting for him, and he followed without much of a fuss until he got in the room and Adik. One of them leaned in and spoke. "You... killed Grigok." Brad felt the air of menace coming from both men. He stretched out his shoulders and his left foot dropped back. Looking up into the eyes of the man who spoke. The malice in his eyes plain to see. "What's it to you. Where you his little Schutta?" He said clenching his fist ready to counter an attack.
  3. Sanity

    Korriban

    "All I need to do is distract you." Brad looked puzzled. He felt an odd tingling. Something was coming. He just couldn't place his finger on it, he stepped towards Adik. "What the Krong are you on about?" Brad said. The change in range was enough to throw off the blade as it tumbled end over end towards Brad. Instead of the vibroblade connecting with Brad's neck, and dropping him, the handle of the weapon came around and slammed Brad in the base if the skull. Even though the blow was just with the handle, it was still quite a shock to Brad. His eye returned to their normal colour and everything seemed to go blurry for a second before coming back into focus. The vibroknife clattered to the cold, stone floor, and Brad's left hand moved up to the base of his skull to cradle the wound. He didn't know what hit him, but it hurt. "What the druk? That really hurt. Why would you do something like that?" Brad held up his right hand to motion Adik to wait. "I'm just gonna teach the little lurdo that if you do something, do it right." Brad turned away from Adik and stormed across the room. Little traces of yellow flashing across his eyes as he let the anger take over. "You blaster-brained Hutt spawn..." He muttered as he moved closer until he was standing over the hobbled Faen. He bent down to pick up a piece of wood, roughly the size of a baseball bat. Hefting the piece of shattered weapon rack on his shoulder, Brad scowled and stomped down onto Faen's already wounded leg, He used the stomp as an opportunity to swing the piece of wood down in an attempt to knock Faen out.
  4. Sanity

    Korriban

    Brad got headbutted by Grgor. Pain searing through his face. A small cut above his eye opened up. Blood spilling down the side of his face. The multi-tool was knocked from his hand and Brad was kicked in the back of the knee, crumpling him to the floor. Midway through his fall, time seemed to slow for Brad. His eyes turned yellow. They were making a fool of him. How could they do that? They didn't deserve mercy. They deserve death.As he fell, Brad launched his right foot out towards Grigor's gut. His right hand going for the blaster pistol still on his hip. He ack hit the ground, and the shudder of hitting the hard stone ground caused Brad to wince. It did not deter him. He would win at any cost. Brad, through all his anger, drew his blaster pistol and screamed. He fired two shots at the large Grigor. Rolling to the left, he stopped on his stomach and looked around for Faen. Once he saw the other hopeful, he sprung to his feet, firing at the nimble hopeful. Brad stormed towards the agile hopeful. Still firing. He pulled the trigger one last time but it didn't fire. It had overheated. Brad screamed. Throwing the blaster itself at Faen before turning to Adik. "You!" He yelled raising his hand to point at the acolyte. "Think you're so tough. You haven't even tried attacking. You coward." ((3))
  5. Sanity

    Korriban

    The macrofuser missed. Damn. That's been done. Brad started to fall back as he shot upright from the jab to his spin. Pain coming from his lower back and shoulder as he received both punches.Refusing to let these hopefuls win, Brad tried something new. He twisted his arm around and caught a handful of Grigor's robes. He still had the macrofuser in his free hand. He Brad pulled on Grigor so he came face to face. Brad spat into Grigor's face and at the same moment, brought the macrofuser up into Grigor's armpit. He kept holding himself there with his arm while pushing the Macrofser further at Grigor's armpit. Brad then delivered two sharp knees to his groin. ((2))
  6. Sanity

    Korriban

    Brad was thrown into the middle of the room hitting the sandstone floor hard. "Karking Druk" He muttered t himself as he rose to his feet. He looked around and saw the three men circling. This was not good. He would have to be creative. He stepped forward, closer to Grigor. He slid his left foot back to ready himself to attack. Pulling his survival tool from his belt, he flicked out the macrofuser. Activating the welding tool as he swung it at Grigor's leg. He followed it up with a uppercut with his free hand. ((1))
  7. Sanity

    Korriban

    Brad was slightly disheartened at the laughter his question received. It was quickly replaced by anger. How dare he assume I am like every other hopeful? Half of them are probably just doing it as a rebellious phase. The other half too weak. Holding onto themselves. Brads fists clenched. Brad had now=thing. He had nowhere to go. If he died here, he would have lost nothing. Brad turned towards the warrior temple. "What the Pfassk was he thinking? Thinking I am just like the other hopefuls.I am nothing like them." He said as he stalked towards the warrior temple. With nothing to lose, Brad stormed in through the entrance of the warrior temple. "I'm here!" He called out into the temple getting a few looks. Brad didn't care. He would prove himself. "Hopefuls come forth and face me. I'll prove I am worthy."
  8. Sanity

    Korriban

    "Down there?" Brad said gesturing down the hall. The air in the temple was a little overwhelming. Such anger. Such hatred. It was all so intense, even Brad could feel it. He turned to the temple that was pointed to as the warrior temple. It seemed to call to him. He took a step towards it and halted himself. Brad turned to the dorms and walked down towards them. He would have time later to explore the temple. Hopefully with a master. He stopped about ten metres from the dorms. He thought to himself. This didn't seem like the sort of place that had designated bunks, or if they were designated, it was because the strong had a personal preference. Probably best to wait until nighttime when everyone was in their bunk to avoid unnecessary conflict among the order he was joining. He turned, looking back to Kashaw then the Warrior temple. His gaze moving back to the pureblood Sith. "You said you cannot train me. Who will?"
  9. Sanity

    Korriban

    Brad closed the cockpit of his fighter and paused. He felt something. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He could feel it in the back of his mind. He was so enthralled by trying to figure out what this feeling was he jumped when he heard the voice. The deep voice of the sith catching Brad off guard. He spun around seeing the large man, Brad honestly didn't know why he came to the planet, he had felt drawn here. He couldn't explain why. Maybe the sith could... Maybe it was the force... Maybe it was destiny that he should join the sith... "I don't know why I came. I had a feeling this is where I am meant to be. Maybe I am meant to join you. I left my home twice, aside from that ship..." he gestured to the ship behind him. "I have nothing except my passion.If you are sith, and that is a real question. Train me. I have the passion and will to learn. I don't believe in coincidence, I was drawn here for a reason, and the sith seem the only one who can tell me why. Maybe I am destined to live a long life as a sith, or honourably for the dark lord. I don't care. I have nowhere else to go."
  10. Sanity

    Korriban

    The impact of the vessel hitting the atmosphere of Korriban jolted Brad in the pilot seat. He had a feeling this was where he was meant to be. Ever since Brad sold his house on Tatooine, to start his life of space adventure, he had felt drawn to Korriban. He had travelled a few times to the system, but this would be the first time he would land. The H-14 falcon class starfighter decent slowed as Brad brought it into a hover. He was having second thoughts. He felt the all too familiar pull to land on the planet. It was calling to him. He had vivid dreams of coming here. He swore he could sometimes hear the screams of those the sith had sacrificed. Brad lowered his ship down onto a landing pad. He had requested access before entering the atmosphere. Te starfighter touched down with a considerable jolt.The clank of durasteel hitting the landing pad a familiar sound to Brad. He climbed from the cockpit and dropped down onto the hard surface of the landing pad. The noise was new. Having lived on Tatooine for a few years, the hustle and bustle of the Faust Intergalactic Starport. The smell of blood was in the air. He wasn't sure if it was real or not, but oddly, Brad found he didn't hate it.
  11. Manufacturer: Tacitus Corporation Production Line: Falcon-class Line Model: H14 Technical Weapon Designation: H14 Falcon Starfighter Composition: Durasteel Hull, Mirrsteel Armor Plating, Transparisteel Cockpit Ownership: None Description: The Falcon-class H14 Starfighter was the result of a contract between the Tacitus Corporation and Shipwright Elias Markson. When he was signed onto Tacitus as the Head of Development, one of his first tasks assigned to him was to create a completely original starship that could be marketed by Tacitus and could potentially become a best-seller. The general shape of the Falcon comes from the iconic X-wing starfighter, something that is quite noticeable, but that is where the similarity with other fighters ends. The H14 Falcon is a sleek fighter, built so it could achieve high speeds and manoeuvrability in atmospheric conditions alongside the vacuum of space, and the H14 is designed to be able to seat two people. The pilot, sitting in front, pilots the craft and controls the lasers, while the co-pilot who sits in back controls navigation and the proton torpedoes, but in the case, only one pilot is in the vehicle, all functions can be switched to pilot-only. The S-foils on the craft acts a dual-purpose, for concealing the dual lasers to enemies using a standard threat analysis scanner and to save space when landing. Another unique thing about the H14 Falcon is the use of Mirrsteel Armor Plating. Mirrsteel is often used in building skyscrapers and is a strong metal, obviously strong enough to hold up an entire building. Thinking out of the box, Markson had Mirrsteel plates made to fit on most of the H14, which has turned out to be an effective form of armour, more protective than standard durasteel. Also, the H14 employs a SLAM Overdrive System, which allows the H14 to boost to high speeds, higher than that of regular starfighters. All in all, the Falcon-class H14 Starfighter is a great choice for pretty much everyone, from pirates to spacers, and officers to bounty hunters. Classification: Starfighter Height: 9m Width: 10m Length: 22m Power Core Generator: QR-9 Miniaturized Antimatter Generator, Fuel Cells (SLAM Fuel) Hyperdrive Rating: Class 1.1 Minimum Crew: 1 Optimal Crew: 2 Armaments: 2 TAC-45 Dual Laser Cannons, Proton Torpedo Launcher (10 Torpedoes) Non-Combative Attachments: YU-3 Sensor Package w/ Threat Analysis Package, Life Support Module, Navigation & Targeting System, J2 Shield Generator, SubLight Acceleration Motor (SLAM System), Incom GBk-585 hyperdrive unit[ Passenger Capacity: None Cargo Capacity: 120 kilograms Consumables: 7 Days Sublight Speed and Maneuverability: 110 MGLTs (135 MGLTs w/ SLAM)
  12. BRAD THORN'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Brad Thorn A.K.A: Bradley. Homeworld: Roon Species: Human Physical Description Age: 23 Height: 5 foot 11 inches Weight: 153lb Hair: short, brown. Eyes: green Sex: male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Black synthetic pants, with knee pads (worn and dusty). A brown dessert tunic. A bantha hide jacket. Weapon: DH-17 blaster pistol Common Inventory: 3-MAL personal comlink, a survival tool, anti glare goggles. Faction Information Force Sensitive Alignment: chaotic evil. Current Faction Affiliation: SIth Order Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History: Force Side: Dark Trained by: n/a Trained who: n/a Known Skills: Piloting. Fixing things. Background: Brad was born and raised on Roon for the first sixteen years of his life. When he turned sixteen, he stole a ship and left. He made a jump to Tatooine, where he sold the ship he stole, a simple light freighter he had no use for, and used the money to start a life for himself. He found work at a scrapyard and managed to build a life for himself. Growing bored of the menial labour, Brad would sell his home and buy a Falcon-class H14 Starfighter. He always seemed to have good intuition and a thirst for darkness. Brad would make his way to join the sith. Ship Registration Name: Falcon-class H14 Starfighter Class: Starfighter Model: H14 Manufacturer: Tacitus Corporation Length: 22m Armaments: 2 TAC-45 Dual Laser Cannons, Proton Torpedo Launcher (10 Torpedoes) Armor: Mirrsteel Armor Plating Anti-Personnel Defenses: n/a Appearance: Modifications: n/a
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