I want to thank everybody for joining this rp and giving it your all, it’s been a really amazing experience to write here with such fantastic writers. We’ve had LOADS of fun, and despite our small size, the activity level of this place has always been totally incredible, and I thank you for that. It was my honor to admin this blog for you lovely beans and I wish you all the best of luck in the rp world, wherever your endeavors may take you, but it’s become increasingly obvious that this place should come to its natural end, so for now I’ll let it rest.
I love everybody, thank you for coming along this silly ride with me for as long as you have. Hope to see you again soon~
BIO: THE UNIVERSE DEMANDS BALANCE; ARE YOU OF THE DARK, OR THE LIGHT?
Wind blew relentlessly, the desert wind, hot in the daytime, cold at night in Kinyov. Home was a sparsely populated and largely desert province within the planet of Lorrd. The small community there? Mostly desert farmers and Dewback breeders. Those born of the desert, they could follow no other path. Kie’s father and brother fully expect him to join the family business one day after he finished high school. However like most kids from a small town, where everyone knows everyone, everything is familiar and even the dust storms have close family names, Kie is not convinced yet that there’s nothing more to life than keeping the harvest records for his father on an arid farm of the dunes.
Without consulting his parents, he applies for and registers for his first year at Lorrd University where he stuffs as many classes he likes in under the pretense of learning accounting. Contained in the heart of the city, Kie finds it harder and harder on school breaks to return back to Kinyov’s dunes, born of the cloudless sky and carrying the harshness of times passage in each tiny grain of sand. Although he has yet to declare a major, he’s knows already his family will push him into the very expected field of keeping books. After watching his parents run their desert farm for years, he knows that his time of freedom and adventure is quickly running out. Watching the spaceports in the distance from the dorms on the campus, just makes him dream even more of something different, dare he believe better, than where he is currently heading.
Great examinations of the self take place, and a great recharging of energy in preparation for a new opportunity rose up. It is not on a whim he see the commanding amber eyed man moving with fearless purpose, and unwavering force. Following for a few days, he pounces, like a sand demon. Using his Lorrdian skills as a mimic and kinetic communicator, he shamelessly read the body language until he finds the opening he needs. Realizing this rag tag ship and it’s interesting band of beings might be just the adventure he’s craving, the student falsely assigns himself a more lofty title of administrative accountant graduate in order to slip aboard The Derelict as a crew member without the slightest bit of guilt.
After all what could possibly go wrong spending a year or two riding among the stars?
THEY ARE A 27 YEAR OLD CREW MEMBER
THEY ARE A HUMANOID FROM THE PLANET CORUSCANT
(PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:) aside from the derelict itself, her body takes the shape of a repurposed, custom protocol droid with distinctly feminine features. a dark, steel grey in color, this platform is not intended for combat and only leaves the ship when necessary. her body can only leave the derelict for a few hours at a time ( within a certain transmission range ) before needing to recharge.
BIO: THE UNIVERSE DEMANDS BALANCE; ARE YOU OF THE DARK, OR THE LIGHT?
3. did you get left behind?
the derelict is quiet. nothing but the humdrum whirring of the engine behind her walls, the flickering lights of the dashboard—once more, she is alone. almost. a few of the crew elect to stay behind, but those who do care little for the vastness of the galaxy. she envies them.
her platform is left on the bridge, slumped in the secondary pilot chair—a temporary sleep state. the planet they travel to is hot, red, and teeming with illegal activity. her platform would be more likely to be scrapped for credits than be of any assistance. and so it remains, golden eyes no longer glowing, staring lifeless, a dull void. the windows of the ship soon follow suit, visibility dimmed to zero, a black tint darkening the glass. there is little to be seen outside. as one would expect, being left in a hangar.
a silent sunset fills her senses then, moving images, played and replayed—recordings from a distant planet. it morphs into a soaring vision, like a bird above bright waters. a green landscape dotted with snow-topped mountains. she’s acutely aware of everything. even loss.
from her external cameras, she sees the captain rise above all the rest, striding long past the group, his coat a dark trail behind him. she watches until he’s out of sight, out of range, ducking beneath a large archway. where he goes, she can’t follow.
you should’ve let me die.
the images play again and again.
2. can you remember your death?
when she comes to, there’s an ache in her jaw that feels like hell, the taste of blood in her mouth—she’s laid on her side, hands curled into loose fists, rough stone under her cheeks. bleary blinks to clear her vision: she’s in some kind of room. large, empty, tall wooden columns. a warehouse, maybe. a boot nudges into her ribs and she groans, a sharp pain jolting her senses. a mutter above her, but she can’t make sense of much more, floating in and out, in, out, where am i?
the stream of light spills in from the far end of the room as the doors hiss open. she squints her eyes against the moving shadows: three figures, one in white, two with blaster rifles. a sudden cold grips her. not because of the weapons, but because of the—
“doctor,” she rasps.
the man in question looks grim. a frown tugging at the already deep-set lines in his face. but he doesn’t gasp, doesn’t reprimand. he did this to her, after all.
“vella,” he says quietly. he draws closer to her body on the ground, crouching next to her. “do you have it?”
“wha—”
“the memory chip. the research,” he says more insistently. “like i asked.”
her brows furrow in confusion. with what little strength she has left, she attempts to roll over, push herself onto her hands. a click behind her. a blaster aimed at her head. no words needed.
vella collapses back onto the ground, turning her head to face the doctor. she opens her mouth—
“i don’t understand,” she whispers. the blue light of the holo barely illuminates the dark room she sits in, huddled on the floor with her comm resting in the palm of her hand. the flickering image of the doctor doesn’t break eye contact, speaking as though they were still on his research station, as though months and months of silence in hiding hadn’t separated them. “i thought you were dead, i—what happened to you? how did you find me? is anyone else ali—”
“i went underground.” he interrupts her somewhat impatiently, eyes darting to a framed holo of his wife and daughter. a man with a blaster looks on at their little meeting, out of sight. “i made contact with the others,” he says slowly. “arden, jashra, kalen.” all dead. “they’re alive, vella. but the others…” he trails off, partially for effect, partially out of genuine regret.
she stares, chewing her lip as she listens in silence, a fluttering apprehension blooming in her chest. “why were we attacked, doctor? who were they? why—” she chokes on her words, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. why did everyone have to die?
the doctor sighs heavily. “they’re dangerous people, vella. people who want to use our work for their own material gain. it’s why i split the research,” he mutters. this part, at the very least, is the truth. “so they’d never have all of it.”
the man behind him smirks in amusement.
“listen,” the doctor says urgently, leaning forward. “i don’t know how secure this commlink is. let’s meet and we can talk more in person.”
“you asked me to meet you.” vella’s voice cracks as the doctor looms over her, blasters ready in the distance. “for what?”
“i’m sorry, vella” he mutters, gaze roving over her form. “it was either you or them. i tried to protect you but i—i need to continue my work. i need what’s on that chip. for my family’s sake.”
the mercenary behind her jerks his head. “search her.”
the doctor’s eyes flick to his face before he does as he’s told, poking and prodding at her pockets. one little chip for a life. “when i told you to run i meant it. i-i never wanted this to happen—” he stammers, mouth falling shut as soon as his fingers curl around the edges of his chip. but it doesn’t matter now. he rises up, hands trembling.
the mercenary doesn’t blink. “it’s intact?”
vella looks on, still splayed out on the ground as the doctor fumbles with his holopad, scrolling rapidly through the files. he’s with them. he’s with them. he’s working with them.
“yes,” he breathes. the doctor pivots on his heel. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs one last time, glancing at her form over his shoulder. and then he’s gone. a thin trail of tears run down her cheeks as her eyes slip shut.
a click of a blaster. no words needed.
is this the end?
bang.
1. i want my life back
when she comes to, there’s a distinct lack of feeling. it’s like she’s floating, boundless, with no body.
“i… think it worked.”
the voice is warped, muddled. like she’s dunked underwater.
with no body.
and then it all comes rushing in. the distinct lack of feeling. hyperaware, aware of nothing at all. the way her mind feels stretched and contorted, the whirring of the engine, the thudding behind the walls, the crackle, the distorted bird’s eye view—the tops of their heads the tops of their heads not their faces their heads—
“vella.” a voice cuts through her rising panic. strong. familiar. tinged with worry. “can you hear me?”
she screams, silent, soundless behind the console.
and the derelict’s systems go haywire, lights flashing red to blue to—nothing.
the ship plunges into darkness.
0. i want myself back
your research worked. what was left of it, anyway. that’s how they explain it, later on. we saved your mind, but… without a body, the derelict was our only option.
transcendence. who would’ve thought she’d be the first? the doctor would be ecstatic.
would you consider adding more varied spots? like additional roles to the ship?
Given that we still have a few canons left open, I don’t see much need to add more spots. Any of the non-jedi related muses can have roles on the ship with the right app and bio attached to them though, so if you can think of a position not already listed on the masterlist page that might be more varied for the ship, I’m all ears 👂👂👂👂
i love this rp to PIECES and im so happy you created it
I’m not gonna lie, this hit me in a very emotional place, reading it today of all days, from you all people, my darling love. I really want this rp to be a good, safe space to write in for you and everyone, and if there’s ever anything I should improve upon, I hope you will tell me and let me know~
I’m your biggest fan, and I’m so honored that I get to read your and everyone’s threads on the dash daily (because BET I read you guys’ threads lol), so thank you for joining, ily.
