Star Wars: Wraith Squadron -- Back in the Air

[~Ozy~]

"Pretty. What do we blow up first?"​

They began as the dregs of the New Repbulic Starfighter Corps, predicted as a doomed project by Admiral Ackbar and commaned by Wedge Antilles. They became Wraith Squadron, the other elite of the Corps, the other squadron with a 50% casualty rate, the other squadron thrown in where it was suicide to even attempt, and lesser known about them, the vibroblades of the fledgeling Republic, the monsters under Imperial beds. They became a little-known and little-used intelligence cell.

Until now, 150 ABY, when the founding is but a memory, Luke Skywalker is long dead and the New Republic is under siege from a resurrected Sith Empire. The old squadron was wiped out during the Yuzhan Vong invasion. An acolyte of the New Jedi Order stumbles across mention of Wraith Squadron in his studies and is struck by an idea. With his friends, they gather what they need and begin to recreate the Wraiths. Rebuilt and refurbished X-Wings, and most telling, a Force Link. The Emperor used a more basic one to command his fleets and unify them, but between the small number of Jedi, it is closer, tighter, stronger. They act as a single entity now.

After a year of practice, after they are Knighted, the new Wraiths take to the air, acting as an independant military organazation, one acting for Republic interests, but where they see fit. It would make their long-dead (few from natural causes) predecessors smile.

Ground Rules:

1. The Link requires most of your Force abilities. In short, augumented jumps and runs, no Force Lightning, Pushes, Pulls, any of that jazz.
2. Use common sense. If you're a guy and you've been stuck in the jungle for three days, you're gonna want a shave when you get back. If you're a 115-pound girl, you aren't going to knock out an Imperial Guard. So on and so forth.
3. Proper grammar and spelling are required. End of story.
4. Please use first-person past-tense. It improves continuity.
5. Unless I know you well enough to trust your skill consistantly, I require an RP sample.

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Saber style: (A list of saber styles can be found here. For more information on your style, refer to Wookiepedia. For simplicity, keep to the seven basic forms.)
Appearance:
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History:
RP Sample:

 

[Kalylia]

Name: Lamira Lakoya

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Saber style: Soresu

Appearance: Short, straight black hair that she tends to spike out in the back. Her eyes are a deep green, and her skin has a nice, pale tone. She has a gorgeous smile. Her frame is rather thin and frail-looking, but don't let that fool you!

Personality: Lamira is an outgoing, loud girl. She has no qualms making her opinion known, but she is rather distrusting. She has joined the squadron, but doen't exactly like the idea of linking her force. She's not going to go off and kill any of her team-mates, she just takes her time before throwing herself in to a deep relationship.

History: (Must I? *pouts*) She is an orphan, at least as far as she is concerned. Her parents were both force users who turned to the dark side. After her birth, she was trained in the ways of the Dark Side for quite some time before she made her escape. How she managed to hold on to basic morals is beyond her, but all that matters to her now is that she is free. Her deepest, darkest desire is to kill the two that sired her.

RP Sample: I growled a little. This ship was the worst I'd ever flown, but I couldn't do anything about it. I had to get out, I had to get away. They couldn't keep me here anymore. I wouldn't let them.

I broke the atmosphere of my prison at break-neck speeds, rushing away like hell was at my heels. I didn't know where I was going, or why I was going there, all that mattered was that I was getting away.

To my intense suprise, nothing followed me. Maybe they thought I'd be coming back. Lucky for them I wasn't. Lucky for me as well. I'd go back eventually, but not until I had my own saber and I could kill them all, bathe them in their own blood like they'd bathed all my friends. Animals, pets, and humans alike. I couldn't have friends. But now, I was ready to get out in the world and live.

Life.

What a concept.

Forcing myself to focus on the space ahead of me, I sped onwards, scrambling my signals as I pushed farther and farther away from the place of death and hate.

 

[Houndoom1]

Name: General Grievous 2.0

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Saber style: (The page you have dose not shouw the style but it's the four saber way Grievous has it.)

Appearance: Just like Grievous execpt Smarter More cunning and he is blue.

Personality: ATempered warrior who only listens to his master. And more dealdy then Grievous.

History: After the death of General Grievous on Utapau the sith created a new Monster... General Grievous 2.0. Altough he was not the droid leader since the droids units were shut down (In episode 3).

RP Sample: *Cough Cough* "It seems the Jedi have *cough Cough* Gotten on to the plans of the Sith *cough*" Grievous 2.0 roared. "Once we get the signal *cough* we will attack!"

 

[Zone]

Name: Gexin Konarg
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Saber style: If I can't use Jar'Kai, Vaapad.
Appearance: Tall and thin with tan skin and long, brown hair. Normally wears black pants and a blue jacket that hides what his shirt looks like. His arms are slightly longer than normal. His eyes are hidden by dark goggles that he always wears.
Personality: Quiet and prefers to be alone. He doesn't talk much in conversations unless a subject he feels great emotion for is struck.
History: When he was very young, he toyed with powers he found he had. He was sent to be in training with a Jedi to learn about his force powers. This ended only a year later, when he was 6, since the Jedi was killed. His parents brought him into hiding, and told him to practice what he was taught. He was taught only the most simple of force powers, but trained them, and over the years got them to be very powerful. He eventually found more powers on his own, his favorites being dark force powers. He was punished by his parents and school teachers for using them, so he refrained from using them, but he still found them interesting. He decided to stop using dark powers from then on, but found it very hard, as he always had tendencies to use them in certain situations.
RP Sample: I was sitting in the chair I always sat in, though a little later than usual. I was having a drink at the local bar on Naboo, where I was living. I sensed something would happen soon. I had drunk about half of the drink when a large, menacing alien that I had never seen before came in and started storming at me.

"Get out of my seat!" he said. "I always sit here when I come here!"

"No," I responded.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of my seat right now before I make you into bantha fodder!"

"No," I said much more sternly this time. I felt darkness flowing inside of me, my head was telling me to grip him to death, while I wanted a better solution that wasn't related to the dark side.

"You have five seconds to get out of that chair before I kill you. Five..."

I decided to mind trick him. "You will go to a different bar and sit on a different chair at that place," I said while using the force to trick him into doing so.

"Uh, I guess I could do... that," he said. He then walked away slowly, and appeared very confused. I then turned back to the counter and finished my drink.

 

[Esupio]

Name: Blaze Kamereon
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Saber style: FormIII: Soresu.
Appearance: Average in size, with long blonde hair (simmalar to Anikan's), Usually wears a red cape which he removes while using his sabre, Usually wears
Personality: obsession with explosives and pretty good with them to (like scorch see Rebublic commando) Witty and will always try to see a bad situation in a different light usually making it worse.
History: Born into a jedi family, when he was six Blaze blew his house to pieces, this started his explosive obbsession, unfortunately his parents were killed by The Sith when he was 16. Of course his parents didn't go down without a fight both being Soresu users they took 1 sith with them, Before they died they had trained Blaze in the basics or Soresu, from then on Blaze learnt by his instincts.
RP Sample:
"THINGY GO BOOM!" I shouted as the training droid blew into smithereens
"Det packs plus the force equals fun" I laughed to myself as I attached my de-activated saber to my belt
"Why must they go down so easily, maybe droids don't do to well against soresu, oh well I'll find some use for it some day"
I walked out of my hut and sighed.