Name: David Blanc
Race: Human
Job: Retired Jedi Master, Mayor of 33 Star Wars Lane
Residence: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
House Desc.: A fully upgraded-to-my-standards White House

TCP we are reborn again!

Name: IG-44
Race: IG assasin droid
Job: Museum Owner/Weapons and Droids dealer
Residence: 200 Droid Plaza

House: An old droid factory that IG-44 converted into his museum and home. IG-44 secretly sells weapons and droids on the Black market.

Also, I will do a second character:

Name: Clone Emperor Palpatine
Race: Human
Job: Reborn Sith Master/IG-44's partner/Museum Curator
Residence: The underground bunker underneath IG-44's museum

Bio: He joined up with IG-44 to help create some of the greatest assault droids in the history of the galaxy. Together they both dream of being the ONLY supplier of arms to 33 Star Wars Lane.

*signs up*

*copies stats from the ezBoard SWN*

Homeworld: Tatooine
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Title: Lord
Age: 42 (At Battle of Yavin)
Height: 2.02 meters in armor
Weapon: Lightsaber, E-11 Blaster Rifle
Occupation: Sith Master/Lord
Vehicle: TIE Advanced x1, Executor, Imperial speeder bike, Lambda Class Advanced X1
Affiliation: Galactic Empire, Sith
Quote: I find your lack of faith disturbing...
Midi-Cholorian Counting: Over 20,000
History: Once known as Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader retired from the Empire just before the fall of the Empire. He roams about in the streets, not knowing what would happen next...

IC: Vader builds his palact (You all know what it's like)

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Name:Garlic Fiel Junior
Age:20
Spacecraft:Geonosian Fighter
Land Vehicle:AT-TE
Armour:Mandalorian Class V2
House:Bara-dur
Job:Imperial Mega-Officer
Weapon:Purple Lightsabre

Bio:
Despite his father being the infamous garlic farter, Garlic Fiel Junior does not have the ability to release Steadfast HQ crushing pumps.Owns a small army.Like his father, he enjoys secksually abusing Yoda.

Garlic Fiel Junior woke up and breathed the morning air.
"Beautiful day to castrate some of Yoda's clones!"He said.
He ignited his lightsabre and ran down to Yoda's house, cackling madly.

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Name: Peter Starlancer
Race: Human
Job: Retired Steadfast CO (I assume this is later than the Reborn version)
Residence: 1701 Explorer Ave.
House Desc.: A fairly large house, riddled with secrets, some of wich I don't even know!

Name: Brian Hak'ta
Race: Sciellian
Job: Peters housemate
Residence: See Peter Starlancer
House Desc.: See Peter Starlancer

Peter had retired from Steadfast, leaving R7-T1 in command. He moved to a house on 1701 Explorer ave. Were he lived with Brian Kak'ta. Brian was a Scallien, a reptillian humanoid race. In the past, peter had a large role in saving SW Lane. He'd been saving it snence the first crissis. And, most Recently, he helped the city Fight Moff Yittreas and Darth JAke, the evil incarnation of Jake. He had been the guardian of Jakes journal as well. Now, all of that is over... or is it?

OOC: What do you think?

Name: Maximilian Yittreas (The nice Yittreas that is always on the good side)
Rank: Moff
Home: 74656 Imperial Lane (The giant fortress on the left)
Relatives: Evil Half-Brother: Moff Maxamillion Yittreas (The one from SWN5)
Forces: 3 Intrepid-class Starships
27,000 Dark Trooper Phase IIs
32 Turbolaser batteries
40 Type X Phaser Banks
50,000 Officers and enlisted men
OOC: I am friends with STarlancer, Peter. Besides, how can you hate someone with three Intrepids?

BIC:
I leaned back in my chair as I read the news PADD. My evil half-brother had been defeated on 33 Star Wars Lane. Three million Imperials gave their lives for a foolish cause. The former headquarters of the Empire were smashed. My imbecile half-brother would most likely be seeking assistance from me, but he will be denied.

OOC: Sorry to reopen old wounds, but leave my stuff alone. If you want a tour or are a friend, come on by.

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Name: Knotted Maggots
Race: Eeopie
Job: Zoo attraction
Residence: The zoo

I walked around town looking for Peter Starlancer. I had a small package under my arm holding some Romulan Ale.

OOC: Can we assume this is immediately after SWN5? And I'm evil Yitty's older brother who had some surgery, so I am physically 25 while being chronologically 48. Is this legal?

#1:
Name: Yoda
Age: 900 approx.
Race: Erm....
Residence: A trailor.
Job: Retired jedi master.
Brief History:
After the great clone and Galactic Empire wars, Yoda decided to come out of hiding (you never saw him disappear under that blanket, right out that window?)
He fought and helped in all the wars so far, always on the good side. He now does pretty much nothing.

#2:
Name: Ricky.
Age: Undefined.
Race: Ewok/God.
Residence: Great Ewok Fort of Thangordoriam.
Job: Weapons Manufacturer.
Brief History:
At the beginning of time when the ewok gods were created, many wars were fought. Over time the gods had vanished in wars with other gods, and Ricky was left standing as the last ewok god.
In SWN 1 when the old Moff Yittreas attacked SWN lane, Ricky turned the tides of the war by uniting the great ewok army on the field and won.
Afterwards, the fort of Thangordoriam was built. Made for defense, the walls have beyond reality strength since Ricky helped build it.
Ricky now continues to work at his Weapons Manufacturing job within the fort. Most ewoks rely on the buisness as their job.

Name: Eothain
Age: 11
Race: Human
Residence: A small house
Job: erm...
Brief History:...

I got tired of walking around town with a very expensive bottle of ale, so I went back home. Then I had an idea. After all my neighbors had gone through, why not liven things up with a party. I immediately ordered my chefs to prepare all kinds of goodies. I then told my waiters to break out the best beverages I had, everything from soda for the kids, to bloodwine and Romulan ale for the more daring adults. I then searched the holophone book for entertainers. A few calls, and I was in business. I then sent invitations ot the whole town, except for my evil half brother and some freak five blocks down name rusty who was trying to put canned ham through his monitor and keyboard.

OOC: I'm here!
Name: R7-T1
Species: R7 Droid
History: Escaped from storage, worked at mueseum, joined the police, became steadfast officer, became head of steadfast.
BIC: Now that he was the head of steadfast, R7-T1 was really busy. Blue left to go explore the galaxy so R7-T1 was overrun with work. R7-T1 was surprised that Peter retired and surprised he was now in charge. He got an invitation to a party and decided to go once he got organized.

IG-44 awoke. It was a new day. IG-44 had retained command of many of his businesses after the great war, and had hired the Clone Emperor to help him run the museum.

IG-44 realized that this town needed....a bar.

Palpatine opens the bar under his name: Palpy's Pub

IG-44 sat back in his chair and relaxed.

I waited for people to come to the party. In the meantime, I ordered all Imperial personnel to wear their dress uniforms. I then put mine on. It was white with gold trim, and There was a pin on the right side, a delta backed by the Imperial insignia. It was the symbol of the Starfleet-Imperial alliance.

R7-T1 finally finished organizing steadfast. He was as tired as a droid can be, and wondered how it seemed that Peter who needed to sleep used run it so easily. Now that it was finally organized, and he was done working his shift at the factory, R7-T1 decides to learn cloning. He inserts the programing, and knows everything exactly. Now he built clone vats, and other clonig supplies. He builds a cloning facility in his back yard, puts all the cloning stuff in it, and decides to go to the party. There he hands out phamlets advertising his clonig facility, and decides to ask people for uses for it. R7-T1 also chugs oil. After getting the droid equivalant of being drunk from oil, he tries to get a date with a female TDL Nanny Droid, but gets hit in the head instead. Then he becomes no longer drunk and decides to talk to people.

IG-44 told Palpatine that they needed a break. They decided to head to the party in their newly purchased limo-class speeder. On the way to the party the Clone Emperor asked IG-44 what had become of the great droid armies of old..

"Things like that just don't go away. They just disappear..." the droid said.

I sent out an invitation to Palpatine, IG-44, and R7-T1, just in case they didn't get one the first time.

OOC: Why does your imperial regime tend to remind me of the Nazi's?

IC:
Ricky went to the party, not really caring whether he was invited or not. He started a spear throwing contest.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it.
"Ricky! Glad you could come. I assume you received the invite I sent you?"
Ricky and I bantered, then the Ewok ran off. He started throwing spears.
"Good idea Ricky. I heard that the entertainment's cruiser was delayed, but this time, KEEP THE BLASTED SPEARS AWAY FROM ME!!"

Peter got his invitation and left for the party, packing a small blaster, just in case. Peter knocked on the door. Yittreas opened it, greeted him, and invited him in. Ricky invited him to join the spearthrowing contest. Peter accepted, and came in second (to ricky). This was the most fun he'd had in a long time.

R7-T1 heard of IG-44's conversation, he had a knack at that, probably because of the little microphones he rigged onto IG-44. Once IG-44 arrived, R7-T1 said, "The droid armies didn't disapear. Me and Blue hid all of them, and then deleted the where abouts from our memory banks. We even hid many of Moff's droids. Once the battle ended we quickly hid them all. They're locked up and the code for controling them is also deleted from our memory. In the case of the armies that we thought should no longer be such powerful weapons, and that no one should use them. We also thought that they might have to be used at one time so hid them, but deleted the things needed to run them from our memory. Blue is off out exploring so you have to take my word for it. Also the where abouts and codes are hidden in a book that is hidden in the city. I hope those armies won't be needed, but since you are such a good freind of mine and many of those droids were yours, I decided to tell you." Then R7-T1 went back to partying.

I joined in the spear-throwing. I threw just as far as Ricky, thanks to my accident with a plama concuit that required a great deal of bionic implants.

OOC: Since, I'm saying Blue is off exploreing the galaxy, here is my second character.
Name: Jabba the Hutt
Species: Hutt
Occupation: Crime Boss
BIC:
Jabba woke up hafter being knocked unconcous because of lack of oxygen. Luckily someone through him off the barge so he didn't blow up with it. He found his palace a mess, so decided to leave Tatoonie. He had some land he inherited for off on another planet. There he had set up another palace. When he got there his new palace was empty but Jabba hired people to decorate it and get food and stuff. Then he noticed there was a party going on and left to go there even though he wasn't invited. Next Jabba put an add for slave dancers. The rreward for anyone who got him one was 5,000,000 credits. Jabba was stinking rich and could afford to do that. At the party he lost badly at a spear throwing contest.

Meanwhile R7-T1 chugged to much oil and got the droid equivalant of drunk again.

OOC: Interesting charachter pic, Shadow. A Cop and a crime lord.

OOC: Yah, I like doing stuff like that. It allows meusually to create trouble and then stop it if no one else does. This way I can either start trouble, stop trouble, or both.

Peter was walking around. Suddenly, the floor unde rhim collapsed!
"Woaaah!"
Peter fell into darkness. He landed on a mat. A farmiliar voice cackled nearby him.
"Yittreas!" Peter said.
"Yesss..." Yittreas confirmed in a hissing voice.

Jabba decides to walk up and tell many people about his add for a slave dancer and that five million credits will be given to anyone who gives him one. He also talks to Moff about doing buisness with him and tells him also about how anyone who gives him a slave dancer will get five million credits.

Meanwhile R7-T1 is looking around for Peter, but can't find Peter.

Palpatine accidentally bumps into Jabba, who tells him about the 5 million credit reward. Palpatine's eyes gleam, and immediately leaves the party towards the city slums...it was rumored that Padme and Leia lived there...

IG-44 walked about the party. He wondered how R7 had picked up on his conversation with Palpatine. There was more to the little droid than met the eye.

He looked about Yittreas place and noted the many Starfleet weapons hanging about the walls. Starfleet was a strange organization from another galaxy, that had recently allied itself with the Galactic Empire.
(OOC: yes I know what Starfleet is I am just saying that for the story)

IG-44 found an Imperial technician who showed him a tour of Yittreas' place, including a large room devoted to strange creatures called Borg....IG-44 was quite impressed and paid off the technician several thousand credits for a few small Borg chips. He placed the chips into a compartment and then returned to the party to try and get R7 sober.

OOC:
1. No ST
2. Starfleet would not ally itself with the empire
3. The empire fell in SWN 5. This is New republic era.

I gave Jabba a dancing girl named Kate Meehan. He gave me the 5,000,000 credits.