Dark Age of the Force

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It's been seven hundred years since a great plague has swept the galaxy, devastating the Jedi and Sith and leaving civilization in ruins. From these ashes, three fledgling empires have arisen, resilient and powerful; the Corellians, the Hutts, and the Mandalorians. Will you pick a side and lead your people to glory? Or will you lurk in the shadows, bent on nothing but your own goals? Step into the Dark Age and carve your name into the stars.

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Aevum Alleyne

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Yesterday at 10:03 am
Everything had gone awry. His plan had blown up in his face, literally and figuratively. The team was wiped out, the ship wasn't able to be salvaged like he had planned. Nothing was going right. As such, he had activated the beacon. The one life line he had, that would hopefully work.

Smugglers, criminals, mercenaries, they all gave their word freely, but there was only a slight chance that they would follow through with it. A female Twilek named Lin'ami had worked with Aevum and his team once before. Transporting them onto a moon where they took a mine for some rich Alderaanian. She had performed well, kept it a secret, not sold them out, and transported them back after the mission. It was there that she had given him a beacon. A color coded beacon, that if he needed her he could alert her. His luck was pressed pretty thin this time. He was stuck in an escape pod, wreckage all around him, his team decimated. No other options than to call on this last option.

Aevum, sweat running down his face, trying to control his breathing since the life support systems were at an end, he pressed the button on the beacon. There were four colors: Blue for future planning, green for a current mission, yellow for urgent, and red for a life or death crisis. He pressed it until the red color held steady, knowing that the beacon had connected with its source. He pressed his eyes tight, his heart beating rapidly, hoping that she would respond and that she was within range to save him.

"I'm fucked this time..." He whispered into the void, a loud silence the only response. When he opened his eyes he saw nothing but his failure floating in front of him.
Jul 6 2018, 11:30 PM
Secrets lie everywhere. There are secrets within people, within actions, within words. Then there are secrets within ships. A secret of what a starship carries. Some are nondescript like the one flying through hyperspace on its way to the homeworld of the Coalition. This ship was supposed to look like it held no one of import, but a full squadron of fighters flanking the ship didn't keep that message.

Every sign screamed of a person of importance. Someone worth guarding but someone who needed to not be in everyone's face. That was why there were more secrets within that ship. Not the person being transported. Not even some cleverly encrypted message or a package to be delivered from a foreign state. No, the secrets were in shipping containers, ventilation ducts, refresher rooms, smuggling hideaways. The secrets were lethal and those secrets were about to reveal themselves.

Aevum Alleyne sat in a small shipping container with one thing in mind. All he could think of were the possible downfalls of this mission. It had been given via encrypted message. However, they payout was huge. Half on acceptance, half upon completion. Standard practice for his line of work, however, the first half was large enough that he could entice all twenty of his band of misfits.

The man in the shipping container was a Mercenary Captain, but only titled thus loosely. He didn't have many assets, however, he did have a group he could call upon depending on the job. They all worked for other people in the meantime. This job was enough to pull them all together. Huge payouts for all twenty-one of them and immense notoriety. It would be enough to boost his stature immensely. To be able to demand the best jobs and finally get a ship to operate of, instead of working out of a cantina like an amateur. He had been waiting in place for three hours, time had finally arrived.

Slowly he eased out of the false door in the back of the container, knowing that it was toward a nearby wall. Aevum stretched his legs as he backed out then maintained his crouch, allowing his eyes to adjust to the artificial light of the starship. He was in the cargo hold, one of three team members there. If everyone were on point, they would all be inching out of their hiding spaces. Aevum checked his gear for optimization before peering over the boxes to get a survey of the personnel on board.
Jul 4 2018, 07:59 PM
Hello all.

Aevum Alleyne is open and ready for business. He is a Mercenary Captain in the Huttese Empire, however, he is open for everything. Rivals, friends, loves, enemies, contacts big and small, whatever your heart desires.

I am looking for significant character and storyline development. I'm open to anything.
Jul 4 2018, 07:05 AM
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CHARACTER STATUS<br>
Aevum is currently a Mercenary Captain loosely in charge of 10-20 mercenaries. His hold is tenuous because of a lack of assets. The soldiers believe in him and his capabilities but he lacks what he needs to support them and run missions independent of a patron. He has no ship, no stockpile of arms, no store of credits. He has spent everything he has on his gear and issuing commission payments to his personnel.
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Aevum wishes to become a force within the galaxy. To grow his power and influence beyond being just a guard force for whoever pays the most and sitting in a cantons until someone contacts him. He is tired of being a cog in some machine. He wants to he of more influence.
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REWARDS WISHLIST
<br>Whatever inspires you during our missions. Whether it be gear, credits, ability upgrades, force awakening, I don't mind, all of it is fun. It would be cool to build to a capital ship.[/b]
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<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Gregarious - A cultivated leader, he can lead his team in and out of a multitude of situations. <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Honest - Although he can be cold, he never lies. <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Cavalier - Even though he is honest, that doesn't mean he cares about you or your cause. <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Ambitious - Aevum is not happy settling for second best. <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Resolute - Once his mind is set on a goal he focuses on the issues and dissects solutions. He never quits, even when he knows he should. <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Ruthless - There is nothing Aevum is unwilling to do to accomplish his goals. <br>
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Aevum Alleyne was born into the middle class of Corellia. His parents were non-descript workers, cogs in the royal machine that was Corellian culture. Childhood was much the same for that level of citizen. Schooling, clubs, social affairs, the whole boring nine yards. None of it interested Aevum, he learned what he needed to progress but his mind was always on the future. His club activities focused on more "menial" interests according to his parents. Survival skills, self defense, piloting, etc.<p>

When maturity occurred he was cut off from his family because he joined the Templars. His family was astonished, though he didn't know why they were surprised. Aevum was never one to lie about his intentions. From seventeen until twenty-seven he was a member of the Templars. However, he never acquired any kind of significant rank. Although he became very adept soldier, Aevum was never what he considered a fanatic. He didn't believe in the Corellian way of thinking, that they were better than anyone else. That they had the right to rule everyone else because of their heritage.<p>

After ten years of service, Aevum left. He resigned from duty along with three other soldiers and left Coalition space. The four banded together under Aevum's lead and went toward Hutt space to sell their services. It was rough going at first as everyone thought of them as spies for the Coalition. However, after a few dire missions which resulted in only Aevum living out of the four that came with him, trust was being built.<p>

Three years later Aevum has proven himself loyal to the Hutts, as long as they pay. Because of this he has gained a stable of ten to twenty soldiers under his banner. The ten are his stable personnel and the other half he is able to call upon depending on the job. However, Aevum is not stopping here, his ambitions continue to grow.

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OOC NAME: Huey
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OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
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FACE CLAIM: Random Deviantart photo.
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