A Clone Alone.

Now I am going to make a Star Wars story, i got he idea while playing battlefront, except I am not going to start until tomorrow, its Clone Wars-Galactic Civil War. I thought that if anyone wants a character in the story, they can post it here before I start the story. Please note that this is not an RPG. The characters are going to be used for my story, maybe I'll do an RPG about it if enough are interested.

Sign-up sheet:

Name:
Classification/Nickname:
Species:
Home planet:
Faction:
Specialty:
Weapons:
Rank:
Appearance:

Here are my main story characters:

Name: Jonas
Classification/Nickname: Kappa-38
Species: Human
Home Planet: Kamino
Faction: Galactic Republic/Galactic Empire/Rebel Alliance/New Republic
Specialty: Assault
Weapons: Blaster Rifle, Blaster Shotgun Pistol.
Rank: Sergent
Appearance: White Clone Trooper armor/White Stormtrooper armor

Name: Telk Nor
Classification/Nickname: N/A
Species: Kel Dor
Home Planet: Dorin
Faction: Galactic Republic/Rebel Alliance/New Republic
Specialty: N/A
Weapons: Yellow Lightsaber
Rank: Jedi Knight (Clone Wars)/Jedi Master (Civil War)
Appearance: Orange-Brown skin, protective mask and goggles on face, wears Jedi robes.

Remember, this is NOT an RPG.

I'll sign up!

Name: Fayar Delcor
Classification/Nickname: ARCMD-31
Species: Human
Home planet: Tatooine
Faction: Galactic Republic
Specialty: Infiltration/Espionage
Weapons: Customized blaster rifle
Rank: ARC Lieutenant (recruited from a band of mercenaries)
Appearance: Wears indigo colored Phase I clonetrooper armor with a red shoulder pauldron and a black gear vest with extra clips, thermal detonators, etc.

Thanks for subscibing. I think I'll start the story next week.

Here's some signs of life. P.S. Sorry for the double post, but I need to get you guyses attention.



As he ducked, hiding from the mechanised figure, a neckless figure, firing red laser bolts toward him, yet remaining motionless. He clutched his long, heavy, black rifle, readying it, preparing to fire, pull the trigger, when, suddenly, a blue beam of energy pierced the droid's body, and slicing upwards. Then a mysterious figure revealed itself.
"Are you fine, soldier?" The figure asked. He nodded and stood up, red sand dripping from his stark white armour. He started to walk, but when the figure began running, he tried to follow without success. That person was, literally, going hyperspace on foot. His blade slicing through any droids in front of him. He then began running in the person's footsteps. He saw more of these people in robes, with these energy swords. Blue, green, a few yellows, a purple, even an orange. That one, with the mask, had a blue one, a steel coloured mask with a set of similar goggles. He had seen a few of these aliens. He remembered their name, these samurais of space, they were called the Jedi. This one he saw used powers like none other. He can transform the environment, and even create electricity from his fingertips. Then, to his front, he saw more of these droids, a few two wheeled vehicles and even something large and fearsome, something tall and strong, something that was right on top of him. He rolled to the side, avoiding one of its four legs, four thin, flimsy legs, looked more like a pair of stilts, holding up a large, black sphere, with two satellites attached to it, one on top, one underneath. He wanted to leave, get off the planet, out of all this carnage and mayhem. That's when he saw more like him, in the same, white armour, wielding the same weapons, doing what must be done: fight these things, these machines, this Confederacy.
"Let's go soldier," one of them said, "are you deaf? I said get a move on."
"Yes sir, sorry sir." He said, as he started toward the battlefield. Realising that this man was his superior, he didn't object to his wishes. As he headed into battle, guns blazing, firing at all things artificial, all things ahead of him. One of those two wheeled machines, Hailfire droids, headed toward him, leaving tracks in the sand and a trail of dust. He opened fire, but it had no effect. He kept firing, and eventually, activated a thermal detonator, and lobed it at the vehicle, damaging it severely, but not destroying it. He proceeded forward until he was faced by one of those insect-like droids. Its shield activated, and, from its blaster hands, it fired a volley of laser bolts in his general direction, but not directly at him. He jumped into a crater, the result of the bombing, and looked back. He saw clones, about a dozen or so, get slaughtered by this three legged killing machine. He started firing at the droid, with no effect whatsoever. He then waited for it to redeploy into a ball, when it was vulnerable. Clutching his rifle, he peered out from the pit and ducked just as quick. There were at least half a dozen of these droids. He then heard a rumbling, and he looked behind him once more. An AT-TE was headed this way, firing at the droids, who stood no chance against this behemoth. When they were all dispatched, he got up, sand dripping from his armour once more. He heard the sound of engines. He looked above and saw less than half a dozen gunships above him, two of which were destroyed. He got a glimpse of one of them, carrying two Jedi and a few clones. He noticed that one of them was Delta-66, his friend and fellow trooper, wearing the same white armour. He then saw the mysterious Jedi in front of him, who turned around and headed to the battle. He quickly followed this man into battle, toward victory.

Delta-66 was not uneasy with flying; he enjoyed it, so much that he volunteered to stay aboard the gunship. The two Jedi he was with were talking about something, but he wasn't sure what. He didn't pay much attention to them either. There was a young woman standing beside him too, wondering who she was, he was about to ask her when some blaster fire knocked both him and the young woman out of the gunship. He landed on the sand, and was quit surprised at his soft landing, considering the circumstances. He got up, picked up his rifle, and could see markings in the sand, like a body hitting and rolling in the sand. He saw the young woman and headed toward her.
"Are you alright?" He asked, with the accent that originated from the donor for their jeans, Jango Fett, who he was never able to meet.
"Yes," she said, "I'm fine"
"We have to get back to the forward command center, come on." He said, taking one step in the direction of the command center before she said:
"No, we've got to go help Obi-Wan."
"Right away." He said without hesitation. They both started on their way to the gunship's location. He kept asking himself who she was, but never bothered to ask her. He knew there were more important things than socialization at the moment. They both made footsteps in the red sand, heading on their way.

"In time you are, Master Koon," Yoda said, with his ancient, withered voice, "Escort me to Dooku, you will."
"Yes Master Yoda, you shall arrive safely, but may I recommend this trooper to escort you," Koon said, "He has superior tactics compared to other soldiers, I recommend him."
"Decided, it is." he said walking to the gunship, "Escort me, you will."
"Yes, Master Yoda." Kappa-38 finally said, walking to the gunship and standing beside Yoda. He looked at the Jedi, two feet tall, over five hundred years old; he wondered how such a small creature could be a Jedi Master. He then turned his attention to the battlefield and saw Master Koon head into battle once more. The gunship departed and headed in the indicated direction. He looked outside, and could see the battle ravaging, never ending, and was glad to be out of that mayhem.

Wow, that sounds really good so far! I can't wait for the next update.

Thank, I've put more work into it than anything else so far, I've actually empresed myself. Your character should appear during the Episode 3 part, if I'm not mistaken. Could you tell me what happens to him during and/or after Order 66?

PM'd!

Each part will have two or three chapters, very small chapters. There should be six parts if I'm right. Next chapter will have to wait 'till the weekend, maybe along with the rant.

El bumpo. Justan addon, the next chapter will most likely be done on the weekend, not sure when exactly, but we shall all see.

Can't wait to read it, Phail!

Call me Dr. Phail (You know, Dr. Phil) your character should be included when we get to the Clone Wars part of the story, but I'll introduce your Jedi earlier as well as mine. Just thought I should tell you, and If you haveanymore character ideas, feel free to send them to me via PM or post 'em here.

M'kay.

Here's an update.

My fave created Jedi:

Name: Kedran Var
Classification/Nickname: None
Species: Human
Home planet: Bakura, Wild Space
Faction: Galactic Republic, New Republic* (Sith in alternate reality, but not this one :p)**
Specialty: None
Weapons: Orange Lightsaber, force push, lift, blast, lightning, mind control, block and fire.
Rank: Master
Appearance: Grey hair, 6' 1" tall, 198 lbs, purple eyes, stubble, wears Jedi robes, earing on right ear, gauntlets with finger holes.

*He doesn't join the Rebel Alliance.
**That's right.

Tomorrow, the next part will be up.

Nother bump. Anyway, here's chapter 2 of part 1.

Part 1: Chapter 2

As the gunship approached one of the giant, red, dissymmetrical spires, it passed by two figures heading in the same direction.
“Pilot, drop down and pick them up.” Kappa-38 said to the clone pilot, who wore similar armour, but with yellow markings, a somewhat different helmet, and, when he turned to face the clone, 38 saw the breathing apparatus on his chest piece. Holding onto the bar until they landed, and 38 jumped out and asked them what they were doing here. They responded by saying they fell out of their gunship, due to the shelling and enemy fire. They then, all three of them, boarded the gunship, and it took off again. A few minutes passed, and they could see a hangar and, something else, next to the spire, in the sand the remains of a gunship, a blackened shell, no fire, no life. The gunship stopped right beside the platform, turning ninety degrees, and its passengers, the Jedi master, the young woman, and four clones, including 38 and 66.
“Go around, I must. Take Dooku by surprise.” The Jedi said, leaving the rest of them on the large, steel platform, they could hear chatter between the Jedi and someone else. Their lightsabers activated, and 38 wanted to go into battle, to aid the Jedi master. 66 grabbed him by the arm, and when 38 looked at him, he shook his head. 38 understood why, he understood what he had to do. He waited, even though it was unbearable, he knew he must. He could hear electric discharges, similar to that of the Kel Dor Jedi. He knew he had to wait, wait until the master came out alive. Then, suddenly, he heard a loud banging sound, as if something large hit the ground, then he could hear engines. When he looked to the origin of the sound, he saw a ship, brown in color, appearing to have a large fin on top. They all fired at it, but it was no use, without the help of the gunship, they wouldn’t even scratch it.
“Escaped, Dooku has. Safe, the Jedi are.” The master said as he exited the spire. 38 and two more clones headed inside to help the Jedi while 66 called for the gunship to return and pick them up.

Meanwhile, the battle still continued, the Confederacy was losing, and, in the distance, a man, another Jedi, toyed with the droids. He lifted them, threw them around, and eventually spun them around. Then, another Jedi, a woman came, and he spoke to the Jedi.
“Stop playing around, Master. The battle still ensues.”
“Don’t worry so much, my apprentice, there’s no danger here, these droids are perfectly under control.” He said, and shortly after, he electrocuted them, disabling their circuits, making them useless, metallic shells. He removed a silver hilt from his belt, and activated it. An orange blade appeared. They both started running toward the battle, but Kedran stopped, pain within his skull, a shadowy pain, the power of the Sith. His apprentice, Kera Teran, stopped, and approached him. She asked him of his condition, but he didn’t answer, he just charged toward the battle, faster than any other Jedi, stronger than any other Sith, he destroyed all the droids in his path, he had a raging sensation, one that overcame him, ever since his mission to Tatooine, he has had this feeling. He then fell to the sandy, red ground. Kera ran over, hoping he wasn’t dead. He still breathed, but faintly. She helped him up, red sand covering his robes. She then picked up his lightsaber and placed it on his belt. A clone trooper walked over to him, asking her if he was fine.
“He needs medical attention; I need you to bring him back to the forward command center.” The trooper answered, and helped Kera bring him back over. They got him on a gunship, along with Kera and the clone trooper. The gunship headed to one of the large, grey, triangular ships in orbit. The hatches of the gunship closed, and it left the atmosphere of the red, sandy planet known as Geonosis. It docked with the large ship, and waiting there were masters Yoda and Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker, missing most of his forearm, Padmé and four clones, two of which were Kappa-38 and Delta-66. They brought Kedran, along with the two other Jedi to the medibay for analysis and treatment. Sadly, Kedran could not be helped physically. Kera approached him; put her hands above his head, using the force to heal his mental wounds, but it didn’t work, and drained Kera. She needed rest, and that, she got.

“Do you think he’ll make it?” 38 asked his comrade.
“These Jedi are strong, both physically and mentally. I’m confident he’ll survive.” 66 replied. They both looked at the Jedi, weapons holstered. It was quiet inside the ship. Everyone was either sleeping or talking in the conference room, or, if they’re clones, they’re guarding key areas or preparing themselves for inspection.
“Where am I?” Kedran semi-yelled after half-jumping from his bed.
“You’re onboard the Executor, our cruiser. The battle’s over, sir. You collapsed during battle and were brought here. You must have been healed by you’re apprentice, but it was apparently longer than it’s supposed to be.” 38 explained to him, without any sense of emotion in his voice.
“Kera,” he asked as he rose from his bed,” where is she?”
“She’s in the guest quarter’s ove…” His sentence trailed off as Kedran ran passed him, heading for the elevator, to get to the guest quarters, to talk to Kera, to thank her. 38 and 66 started walking toward the elevator; it was their time for a break as well.

Please note that these chapters may be extremely small. Also note that part 1 is complete. Next part, The Clone Wars.

Epic Phail wrote:Call me Dr. Phail (You know, Dr. Phil) your character should be included when we get to the Clone Wars part of the story, but I'll introduce your Jedi earlier as well as mine. Just thought I should tell you, and If you haveanymore character ideas, feel free to send them to me via PM or post 'em here.

Ok, maybe not, they will both be introduced at the very same time, give or take a sentence or two.

That was really good, Epic Phail. Lots of details and a great story line. Keep it up!

Thanks for the encouragement, the ending was tough on me though.

I'm working on it.