Begeren Colony

Rivoso Varnheim, Human, Early 40s.
Imperial/Independent
Both an elusive and enigmatic figure, more often than not he will be encountered when he wishes it to be so. Rivoso is both an outlaw and a pariah to his former Empire, maintaining his loyalties despite his designation as an AWOL asset. Acting as both an independent contractor and an information broker in wild space, he often haunts cantinas throughout Nar Shaddaa, Hutta, and on rare occasion, even as far as the Rishii maze. Wherever intrigue and mystery reside, it is a safe bet that Rivoso is not far behind, if not already involved in some degree. Ruthless, clever, tenacious, with a side of unorthodox, he makes for a useful ally and a dangerous foe. Should he take part in a quest, or offer one, rest assured that he certainly has an angle that would prove beneficial for him and by extension, his Empire.


(I've got a few other active characters should the need arise, but that will come at a later date.)

Hi, yes, hello. I'm peeking out from the shadows once again.

As far as game mastering goes, I haven't exactly taken the GM role and "run" an event persay. However, in the past, I've tried to push a few self initiated plot-lines forward with the intent of including a good handful of players and having some fun. To those who are well acquainted with me, you know that the behind the scenes spying and espionage/intrigue tend to be what I enjoy most. But, that type of play comes with a host of issues in of itself that I won't digress into at this moment.

Recently however, I'm trying my hand at a more direct method of DMing as I have a plot-line in the works (and utilizing the years worth of IC progress/building I've done) for the small guild I'm a part of. As a student though, in addition to being a newbie, it's taking longer than I'd like because as Dassalya said, life gets pretty hectic.

I would be open to including others to take part in other areas that may not be directly connected to the main focus I have with the guild (as they're a small group of people I can trust to help me with mistakes and such), but again, it's a slow process for me right now. Plus, I don't want to take off more than I can chew especially with school coming up again here shortly.

Weee, this thread! Now @Rivoso can stop laughing when Feyda talks with the Warrior voice...

Feyda: Nathan Young
Specifically how the actor speaks for that character. Warning, the video has some gross and offensive language, because Nathan, well, is a bit of a 

Hazaly: Evanna Lynch
Also known as Luna Lovegood! Same as her faceclaim, which is always handy, though voice-wise she speaks a bit lower as Evanna now does in adulthood.

I will forever giggle about that

Quote from: Rivoso on 02/12/18, 06:46:37 PM

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... especially one from that Masquerade Ball we had. @Rivoso was biggest fan of Bælfir's lack of pants.

@Auryn I'm gonna need you to check your citation on that one bucko :p

I has the proof.

GG WP I'll happily take being outplayed here

With the crisp air wafting down from the Alderaanian mountains, it was difficult not to pause and breathe it in. Despite the hurried nature of his errand, Ensign Nottewell fell victim to the enchanting breeze, the cool air filling his lungs as he closed his eyes, bringing about a refreshed feeling over his troubled mind. It was when the young officer remembered the datapad in his hands that his eyes snapped open once again, his pace briskly carrying him on once more. He stood tall as he walked, trying desperately to appear as though he were on official business while his legs began to ache as his strides proved to be just a bit too long.

If it wasn’t for the illicit nature of his errand, Nottewell might’ve taken a few moments longer to enjoy the orderly nature of House Thul’s main grounds, paired neatly against the magnificent snow-topped backdrop that the towering mountains provided. Yet, he’d already wasted enough time. More than he should have. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, hastily wiped away by his sleeve as he turned a corner, legs quickly vaulting him up the stairway before him. With a quick check of his chrono, the ensign darted around another turn, heading straight for the modest cantina that was his destination.

Several minutes passed after Nottewell had gotten a table, his fingers tapping anxiously against the datapad he held in his lap while he directed his gaze towards the entrance every few seconds. Something felt off, as the contact he’d been instructed to meet was supposed to have been where he sat already. With a slight tremble in his hand, the ensign reached for his glass, downing the rest of its contents very hastily before setting it down with a loud clunk. The ensign let out a shaky sigh, doing his best not to let the anxiety swelling up in his chest take control of the situation.

The effort was menial at best, given that the ensign nearly fell out of his seat when a figure sat down across from him unannounced. The clothing he wore was reminiscent of his contact, yet the face was entirely different. Gray streaks of hair weaved through black, combed back in a casual, almost bedraggled fashion. Most notably though was the cybernetic eye, Imperial design given away by the piercing scarlet glow that emanated from it’s center, and the perpendicular scars that lay underneath.

“Y-You’re n-”

“Not your contact? ‘Fraid not.”

The stranger smirked slightly, pulling out a small device and placing it on the table between them before leaning back quite comfortably in his chair. His gaze, while appearing quite casual, sent a shiver up the young Imperial’s spine. Something was definitely not right.

“Now then,” the newcomer began, “Nottewell was it? We’ve been tracking you for quite some time. I must say, I’m rather disappointed honestly. Tell me, what are you doing here exactly?”

Nottewell could feel his ears burning, the lump in his throat nearly cutting off the air from reaching his lungs.

“Meeting someone.” he murmured.

“For what purpose, exactly?”

“Trading station schemat-”

A hand came up instinctively, nearly knocking the datapad it had held to the ground. The fact that the ensign nearly blurted out an answer so easily made his eyes widen in fear.

“Come now ensign, trading schematics? They wouldn’t belong to the Empire now would they?”

“Yes.”

“Tsk. That’s a shame. And your contact, SIS I’m guessing?”

“Y-Yes.”

The stranger shook his head, letting out a sigh as he leaned forward. When he looked at the ensign once again, the casual facade had all but disappeared, replaced with a damning glare the bore right through the young man.

“It seems your situation has taken a turn for the worse, Ensign.” a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he spoke, “Sith Intelligence is on the way, and I can promise you that what they’ll do to you is far worse a fate than you can imagine right now. Afterall, the traitors the bring in don’t tend to see daylight ever again..”

Nottewell let out a shaky breath, this is not how he imagined this meeting would turn out. His fingers flexed and unflexed while he stared back at the mysterious figure.

“That said, seeing as you’re young and nothing more than a fool, I’m willing to give you an out.”

The Stranger slipped a hand into his coat, pulling out a small holdout blaster and placing it on the table.

“There's enough power in the cell for one lethal shot. Do yourself a favour and use it.”

The explanation was a chilling one, requiring no further elaboration. Nottewell went pale, his eyes staring down at the weapon, completely ignoring the other man as he stood up and left.


The crisp, cool air swept up into a light breeze as Rivoso exited the cantina, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He had missed Alderaan, to some extent, as it had often served as tranquil haven in his early service days. But that had been years ago, now, the smell of the mountain air brought back bittersweet memories of colleagues long gone and rivals now forgotten. The Agent ran a hand through his hair as he casually strolled away, the sound of a single blaster shot followed by several screams bringing a menacing smile to his lips. His holocomm chirped once before he unhooked it from his belt,

“C’mon Rivvy what’s the hold up?”

“I had to buy the kid a drink first. It was the least I could do.”

“Sheesh, aren’t you the generous one..”

“Leslie, you and I should both know it better than anyone. He was lucky I found him first.”


Several droids held a perimeter around the cantina while a small group of Imperial troopers moved about within. It had only been about twenty minutes after the incident occurred, just enough time for Sith Intelligence to show up. A trio of agents followed behind their leader, Watcher Thirty-Five, who’d insisted upon seeing to the scene personally. Sharp blue eyes took in the scene before him, gazing at the corpse that lay atop the dining table. Without a word, he held out a hand, an agent quickly retrieving a datapad and placing it within the outstretched fingers. On it’s screen was a picture of the former Ensign Nottewell, accompanied with a list of information along its side.

The Watcher’s brow rose slightly as he scrolled along the screen, his gaze focusing on the list of suspected crimes that popped up with small warnings.

“Can we confirm this?” he looked to one of the agents.

As if on cue, one of the troopers handed over the datapad that the former ensign had held. As it powered up, the Watcher turned his attention to the trooper.

“What about witness testimonies, did anyone see who he was meeting?”

“Yes sir. Witnesses report a man with a scarred face and cybernetic was sitting at the table with the victim.” the trooper traced a finger along his helmet in the shape of the scar described, moving from brow to jaw, and then another overlapping line across the cheek and nose.

A frown formed on the Imperial’s lips, his brow furrowing tightly into a scowl. Already he had his suspicions, but a small part of him was hoping he was wrong.

“Sir? We also found this on the table.”

With a low grunt, the Watcher turned and took the small device in hand, his thumb pressing the power button quickly. The small text that appeared on the screen made him curse under his breath. ‘Still playing by the rules, Watcher? -R’. It was enough to make his face go red, fingers curling tightly around the small device until his knuckles went white. For the former agent in question, the Watcher knew that making his presence known so blatantly was nothing short of deliberate.

This is the third time in a row, why come out of hiding now?!

Personally, I don't really see anything wrong with the personal ships the way they are. Perhaps it's just because I'm not the choosiest individual.

I can see how it might be desirable to some, but I think the reason they don't consider it is because it seems extremely niche specific. For example, a PvE guild really only needs a SH to show off decorations, a GTN, bank, mailbox, crafting table, and a vendor here or there.  The same with a PvP guild, which, any of the available Strongholds will do. In addition to this, a solo player who is unaffiliated can already purchase these utility items for their personal ship, and are unlikely to have more than 4 people in a group anyways.

So it really is only the RP population that it would appeal to. And, I don't know how much of the RP population would even want it. Yeah, it would be a nice convenience, but does it impact the ability to RP in an efficient manner? I would argue that it doesn't.

Essentially, you have a fraction of a fraction of the game population calling for such a feature, which from a business standpoint, it isn't exactly a productive investment for the dev-team (I think at least).

The children were also given gifts, including a toy version of M1-4X... whose voice box, while devoid of explicitly Anti-Imperial or Pro-Republic messages, is happy to expouse the virtues of democracy and the eeeeevils of tyranny!

Meanwhile in Sarresh's office.

The sound of the door sliding open startled Rivoso awake, his entire body tightening at the fact he’d been caught unaware. The familiar tone of his personal protocol droid allowed him to relax, giving it a slow nod once it had announced his guest had arrived. A quick glance towards the chronometer caused him to raise a brow in surprise, he’d found sleep for several hours while curled up on the couch within his office. Upon this realization, the stiffness within his muscles was made quite apparent and elicited a groan as he stretched them out.

With a final check of his uniform to ensure it was in neat and proper order, he sat at his desk and opened a blank document. His fingers went to work on the keypad, the beginnings of a formal trade proposal addressed for the ‘Shadren Hegemony’ made their way onto the document. The door before him slid open, followed by the sound of dull footsteps atop carpet which caused his gaze to flick upwards momentarily. Before him stood a young man of Imperial descent with every detail of his outfit fixed to a meticulous level. His chestnut brown hair was slicked back in a neat fashion, and his posture seemed far more rigid than proper.

“Lorn, welcome. I am Emissary, as I’m sure our benefactor has made you aware already.”

“He has sir, I understand you have a project of a rather sensitive matter?”

Rivoso paused in his typing and shifted his focus entirely  to the young agent that stood before him. His brow furrowed and he gestured to a chair before steepling his fingers beneath his jaw.

“In the most basic sense yes. But before I delve into the details of the matter, I need to ensure that you understand what exactly our motives are with the work that you will no doubt become involved with. The goal of this organization is of a protective nature, our allegiance is to the galaxy at large. When called upon, you must be willing and able to set aside any and all prejudices you may have in order to carry out these assignments. They are not designed to further the agenda of any one faction, but rather to protect the innocent from tragedies such as the destruction of Ziost some years ago.”

“Pardon my interruption, but such a goal seems idealistic at best. Just how can a small organization in the shadows hope to stop such catastrophic events?”

“The details behind how we operate are none of your concern, but if it eases your mind, the resources at our disposal are incredibly far reaching and have been built up over years of preparation. What we focus on are events of mass ruin and needless destruction: wars of political, economic, and social reasons are none of our concern as such events are inevitable. With that said, you would not have been brought into this organization if you did not share similar sentiments or could not see the larger picture here.”

Lorn offered a simple nod, remaining quiet for the time being.

“With that said, we can discuss the nature of your assignment. There has been a coup within the Belsmuth sector, signalling that a new faction of note as arisen on the galactic board. Under normal circumstances we would stand back and keep a passive watch on them, but this is not the case. The Shadren Hegemony’s rise to power has been swift, most likely attributed to the use of a very corrupt vein in the Force. In short, Necromancy.”

“I have heard of similar uses of the Force within the Sith in ages past, but has the art been perfected now?”

“Unknown. So far we don’t know the scale of this power, nor how far it may reach. What we can assume is that it is indeed powerful if this faction has become so potent in such a small timeframe. For now, we will be sending you to the various worlds within their territory to determine the local views on the King and Queen, as well as this necromantic gift being used on such a wide scale. It is strictly an information gathering task. Subterfuge will be your main weapon for the time being, as you are going to be given the necessary documentation to be identified as a Zakuulan citizen.  This cannot be tied back to the planet Nistia, the Sith Empire, or the Republic, and failure is not an option. Is this understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, you will become our primary contact within the Shadren system, so I expect you to use your intelligence training to establish a network of connections there as quickly as possible. Resources such as credits or black market materials can be acquisitioned upon request. As for your position within Sith Intelligence, our contacts there have ensured that you will be on an undercover assignment on Zakuul. Good luck.”

With a final nod, Lorn stood and turned to leave. Once the door had shut behind him, Rivoso turned back to his console and resumed his work upon the trade proposal.