BROB Turns You Into Your Avatar Pt. XXIII & Official RP Thread

"Sorry! I needed to get us out quickly. Get to that freighter!"

Fighters aren't likely to be hyperdrive-capable, so we had no choice but to get to the freighter. I seriously hope it's a fast ride, because this is going to be a short one otherwise.

DNG:
And by gentle, do you mean with violence?

'Seeing as this place has no purpose, I shall be going.'

*I stood up from my meditation position and moved to find the portal back to the villa I left Larxene in. It was time to test out an ability my class presented me with. Upon entering the villa, I looked around for Larxene.

*Your team quickly jumps into the freighter, Bastila just going with it, as the cieling starts to collapse above you. A huge explosion erupts somewhere in the distance, and people are jamming into the ships, several trying to get aboard your own. Revan takes a copilot seat, leaving the captains seat to you.*

"Okay Jedi, time to show us what you can do. Get us out of here!"


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"You or them?"

*Larxene was currently in her chosen room, a fairly large one devoid of most furniture, reading one of the many books she picked out.*

My heart bled for the people I saw outside that I couldn't help, but I had no choice but to take off with just the few of us.

Having shed some tears (and vowed to kick Malak's ass when I get my hands on him), I realized that I wasn't the best pilot in the galaxy (Jeff can run rings around me all day), but I used the Force to make up for my shortcomings. Let the Force flow and aid me in getting off this rock!

*The moment you're out of the hangar, you behold hell. The city is on fire, and being blasted into ruins by a hailstorm of red bolts from on high. Mile tall structures are reduced to rubble in an instant, taking all within to their deaths. As you and the other ships fly up to escape, the warships turn their weapons on you. Before you can react, a ship in front of you explodes.*

DNG:
Them.

*I knock before entering the room and ask the Nobody,

"Do you like it here?"

"HA! Haha! Ahaha! Ha! Haha! Ho. Hahaha! Ha. Hehe. Heh. Heh. Heeeeeeh. Good one."

"Meh, it's okay. About the same as that stupid castle, but at least I don't have to babysit."

DNG:
So you're telling me the one who forbade gods from entering her city would just peacefully let us roam it?

"So what would make it better then? I am trying to convince you to join my side after all. I don't want to rely on 'No Life King'."

Hey you! Behind the keyboard!

Huh? You mean me?

Yeah, you! You missed the fact that a new thread had been started. That's why I've been staring at bad 70's hair for a day!

Uh... sorry?

You'd better be. Or it'll be stabbity time for Mister Player.

I'll fix it.

You'd better.

I'm starting to wonder how many of these walking carpets I'm going to have to kill when a slightly less hairy person arrives. Not many can pull off the white shirt, black vest look, but he makes it work.

"Good morning! Would you like to buy some Scout Trooper cookies? I was supposed to sell them in Mos Eisley, but I took wrong turn at Albuquerque. That rabbit cut me off!"

"Let me put it this way. You could walk in, and they would have to let you do whatever you wanted. Because they could do all of Jack and Shit to stop you."

"Pff, like I care. I was just fine working with Marluxia to take over the organization, but that's all down the drain with the kid dead and the rest of the members out for my non-existent blood. Honestly, I just want something to wreck."



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"Cue seventies sitcom music."

*Mr Solo looks at you, clearly weirded out, one hand on his blaster.*

"The hell are you supposed to be? What's with the tights? I don't think they have circuses on KashyyYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYk."

DNG:
Excellent.

"Are you up for a battle of 70,000 troops of mercenaries, dragon knights, mages, trolls, orcs, and golems? All of which are waiting to be slaughtered by your hands?"

*She closes the book, and hops out of the chair she was sitting in, a grin on her face, kunai in her hands.*

"Lead the way."

"I'm the second best there is at what Canadians to with pointy things. I'd be the best, but nobody liked that movie."

Well what do you know. Maybe he DIDN'T shoot first.

"Hmm, I think I know what you mean."

*He holsters his gun, giving you an odd look, before the wookies set about giving everyone refreshments. Made of breadthings and liquid cancer, most like. Han politely takes a cup/bowl, but sips not of the strange fluid.*

I peel back my mask, and take a slurp.

"Thanks. Chewy." I mumble. It tastes almost as bad as Wolverine's chili, with an aftertaste of Hank McCoy's laundry.

*I smile and open up a portal to Familiar of Zero verse during the retreat of Tristain and Germanian troops. The two of us beheld the original 50,000 Albion troops plus the 20,000 that turned traitor through means of the Ring of Andvari. The night sky atop the Hills of Saxe-Gotha were lit by the oncoming force that one Saito Hiraga was suppose to take on in Louise's stead. I smiled at Larxene before waving my hand at the forces I had promised,

"Have fun my dear."

*After she left, I created a clone from the shadows then moved to find the legendary Gandalfr himself. When I did I smiled at him and caught the sword he had swung at me and held it firmly in place.

"Hello Hiraga. Don't worry too much, I'm only here to watch a friend of mine slaughter Albion's forces."

*He obviously did not believe me and I believe I heard Derf say something about my presence as a vampire. My smile widened to show my fangs frightening the kid even more which unbalanced him after I let go of the magic drinking sword. Using a Shades spell I copied True Creation to craft a blade of adamant and engaged the kid in combat.

"You're quite good for a novice. Those runes of yours must be quite exquisitely made to match me in terms of strength and speed."

*His lapse in concentration due to shock cost him a wounded leg but that wasn't enough to bring the boy down. The two of continued this little battle, me preventing him from going off to ruin Larxene's fun.

*Needless to say(yet we say it anyway.), the Wookies react in disgust and horror at your appearance, and much vomiting is done by all. Except Han, who just sets his drink down.*

"And what's the story behind that? If you don't mind me asking."

"That's a very long story. It all started back in the Golden Age, when men were men, women were women, and some of the women were also men."

Madame Fatale. The more you know, kids!

Some time later...

"...Then Kirby left Marvel, and Claremont arrived, and everyone gained the secondary mutation of 'extra subplots'."

And later still...

"...But the Robster wasn't much for unique ideas, so he came up with a copy of a guy named Deathstroke, who I always thought should have starred in porn films. And he named him Deadpool, because it had the word 'Dead' in in. And here I am!"

*Crickets chirped. Suffice to say, someone was asleep, someone was stunned, and Han looked like he needed a strong drink.*

"Huh, well...that was...quite a story. I'm...gonna go back to doing some smuggling or something. Nice visit Chuey."
*Wookie noise.*
*So Han left, and likely never came back.*

"So, anyway, while you have a lovely home, a great example of Arborial architecture, I have things to do, people to kill. Where's the next flight off this rock?"

*One of the Wookies points in the general direction of west. That way clearly lies a vast swamp of inevitable doom. Quite charming. They wookies roar and gesture the vague idea that a ship may be there in a few hours. Or possibly months.*

*The fireworks Larxene was throwing around was fading which meant the opposition was close to being, if not already, dead. The clone who had watched the lightning and kunai based slaughter walked over to the Nobody and asked her,

"Did you have fun?"

"Thanks! Piece of advice! Cut down on the Rogaine! Seriously!"

I wander off into the swamp, whistling a track from Dazzler's last album, No, Really, I can sing!

*She wipes the blood off her knives one a corpses face, grinning.*

"Yeah, I did. Never enough senseless slaughter in the organization. Gonna have to do this again, real soon."


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*One of the wookies roars something at you, pointing to the door. The others give you looks, aside from the little one, who is gnawing on your leg.*

*PUNT* "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

THEN, I wander off into the swamp, as in the post above.