opeagleeye

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    • Detroit Basketball

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      I love them, but no other team pisses me off that much. How could they lose that? It was theirs. It was gauransheed. How? Why? What were they thinking? Dear God its just not right.

      I realized last night that I shouldn't watch basketball. The moment I sat down to watch that game, I was in a bad mood. I was happy before, but all it took was one piston's mistake and I was yelling and screaming. That can't be healthy.

      On the plus side, my family members are gone and Kenton is coming over for some intense Halo2 playing.

    • Explanation

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      I realize the three entries below may not be of interest to everyone. I love RPG's. all types. D&D? I've done it. d20 Modern? I gave it a shot. but of all the RPG's I've played, Star Wars d20 is by far my favorite. there is just something about it that I can't resist. For my newest campaign, I'm supposed to create a character with a detailed background. Most of the other campaigns I've been in have been blood baths with no thinking invovled. I decided this time I wanted to do something real. my character history is going to be detailed, and I'm going to play my character well. If you don't like Star Wars (then I don't like you), you won't like this. If you don't want to read a story, just stay away from the posts. Otherwise, please just read and give me suggestions.

    • Charcter history Part 3

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      It was as if she knew many secrets, all of which were important.
      I asked her for her name.
      “Alana Katri. Master Katri once. A long time ago. But that time is long gone, I am Master Katri no longer. I am Alana.â€Â
      Still her words confused me. She spoke to me as if I knew things about her already. As if I knew all that she did. Still, she seemed to be a kind woman, and as far as I could tell, she had indeed saved me.
      The water was soothing to my throat, and I began to converse with her. I asked first where I was.
      “The same place you’ve been for the rest of your life I imagine. The underworld of Coruscant. Nothing special about this place, just another temporary home.†She had been here for a long time as well clearly, and this was a tribute to her. Few humans could survive in the under city. It was too much for them. But I still didn’t know who she was or how I was alive. Before I could ask her though, she answered my question.
      “You were as good as dead when I got there…..you had fought well on your own, but he was too much for you. I fought him…..used a few tricks I learned back in my time. It had been a long time since I had faced off against one so strong in the force….he nearly overpowered me. In the end, I was forced to hide us both…..he nearly found me, but his confusion altered his perception of the force. He must have sensed others in the area because he ran off. That’s when I brought you here.†She gestured to the room I was in.
      “I’m sorry about the Rillit worms, but he had cut into you too deeply for your wounds to heal on their own. It was necessary, if unfortunate. You’ll be better off for it.â€Â
      I digested her words. Everything she said cleared up one mystery but brought another. How had she hidden us both from that beast? How had she had time to escape him at all? The story made no sense.
      Suddenly, a wheel turned into place in my mind. Roaring, I vaulted into the air, desperate to find the rykk blade I had guarded for so long. Dizziness overcame me. Alana rushed towards me trying to calm me down. I shoved her to the side. The blade could not be lost…..it was all that was left. I charged about the room, losing focus as the dizziness grew inside me.
      I collapsed to the ground.

      The hunt had gone on for days. I had picked up the scent of the one who had stolen the rykk blade from my father’s body. He was a Wookie, which surprised me. I had encountered few Wookies in my time on Coruscant. Why would a Wookie take a rykk blade from the deathbed of another Wookie? I was enraged. I had failed my father, but I could still be redeemed. I would find the blade.
      The hunt had led me deeper into Coruscant than I had ever gone. It was a more dangerous world than even the one I had grown up in, but nothing could stop me. Trophies from the bodies of three Yuuzhan Vong warriors lay in the pack strapped to my waist. They had all died in battle. They were indeed worthy opponents, but still my will to survive had prevailed over theirs. Beyond those three, I had encountered many creatures I had never seen before. They were strong, fast and deadly. But I had prevailed over them as well.
      Nothing would keep me from my goal.
      He knew I was coming. Somehow he knew. He had begun covering his tracks, hiding his campfires. He was doing a poor job of it, but he was trying. Had he seen me somehow? Had I ever been that close to him? Had he seen the evidence of one of my campfires? He had traveled in circles many times. Perhaps I had not been covering my tracks as well as I thought.
      Still I hunted.
      He had tried to lose me, but I had found him at last. His campfire was just ahead, and he was oblivious to my presence as I moved forward.
      I stepped into the light of the campfire. He jumped back, shocked at my appearance. He was but a child, not even thirty years old. I moved forward.
      I asked for the rykk blade. He said he did not have it. Lies. I threw him to the ground, demanding the blade. He pointed to the bag by the fire. I opened it. The blade was inside, but the bowcaster was gone. He tried to run, but I caught up with him.
      I held the rykk blade to his neck. Why had he taken the weapons? He claimed he had intended to protect them. Why? He broke down. he needed a way to defend himself. The weapons were familiar, he took them because he knew ho to use them.
      Where was the bowcaster? He had never seen a bowcaster. More lies. I knew he had taken it. Where was it? Finally, he gave up hope. He told me everything. He had broken it. Lost hold of it while climbing down into the lower levels. He left it behind. He didn’t know how to fix it.
      Anger grew inside of me. Why had he not been more careful with it? He begged for mercy. I gave it to him.
      His death was quick and painless, his head snapped around his shoulders. His spinal cord broken. I had the rykk blade. I had done enough to redeem myself, but I had still failed.

      I woke up slowly. My surroundings came into focus. A new room, another campfire. There were restraints around my arms and legs. I struggled against them, but they were too strong.
      “Dark dreams you’ve been having. You have a shadowy past my young friend.†I roared curses in her direction until I ran out of breath, but she just ignored me.
      “I’ve done nothing to harm you. I’ve only helped you. I can still help you, if you tell me what is wrong.†I demanded to know what she had done with the rykk blade.
      “So that’s what this is about. Rest assured the rykk blade is safe. “She reached into a sack by her side and pulled it out, holding it above my face. “You needn’t worry, I brought all your possessions.†I cursed at her, demanding she put down the weapon. She was not worthy of it. She just laughed. In one fluid motion she whirled around, throwing the rykk blade into a post at least fifty feet away. It pierced straight into the heart of the post. She glanced back towards me.
      “I studied under Jedi who could do things with a rykk blade that would amaze even the most skilled Wookie warriors. I am more worthy of that weapon than you will ever be, I assure you.†Her words stung. I was growing angry.

    • Character History part 2

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      I readied myself but I knew there was no hope. He would kill me, and I would die before completing the hunt…..

      Dreams

      It was a familiar memory. A dream really. One I had seen a million times before. It was one I had never told my father about, unlike the others. I didn’t think he would like to know I had dreamed about his past.
      Always it started the same….anxiety. A hunt unfinished. The underworld of Kasshyk, on the right of passage with my grandfather. But my grandfather had to leave. They both had to leave. Urgent trouble. A space voyage. A long one. Until they reached Coruscant. Business dealings. My grandfather was in a trouble….he had made a promise he couldn’t keep. Many people were angry with him. He sought to escape. They flew into orbit, trying to get away. But they were shot down.
      A crash landing on the surface of Coruscant. My father and my grandfather had nowhere to go. They ran away, being followed by bounty hunters, smugglers, many others. To the under levels. My grandfather stopping to face their pursuers, telling my father to keep running. He gave my father his Rykk blade and his bowcaster, telling him to keep it safe until they met again. My father looking back, watching the force pike slide through my grandfather’s chest.
      Anguish, he hid. Still they searched. For months on end they searched. Lower and lower he went, until the surface was just a memory. Years flying by. Still they searched. His past long gone, but not forgotten. His new life accepted. Nowhere to go but down….

      I woke up beside a warm fire. I did not know where I was. I tried to stand up, but pain rushed through my body. It was unbearable. I gave up. A voice called out.
      “I’m sorry if it hurts, but your wounds were too deep to heal on their own. I’m afraid those will always be apart of you now.â€Â
      I was confused. I didn’t know where the voice was coming from, or what it was talking about. I tried to speak, but could only mumble incoherently.
      “Save your energy. You have much healing to do yet.†A face came into my vision. A human. Female.
      “It was an old trick I learned. Rillit worms, they’re all over the place. They’re in you now. Infused in your wounds. A part of you. I’m sorry….it had to be done.â€Â
      I was not myself anymore; the pain came into sharp focus. My forearms, my thighs, my chest. It was excruciating.
      “The pain will go away eventually, don’t worry,†she said soothingly, “But it will take time. Don’t worry, in the end you’ll be as good as new. Same person you once were. I promise….â€Â
      I drifted back to sleep.

      I had been running for days before I realized my mistake. I had left my father at his death place, with his rykk blade and his bowcaster. His death was noble, but I had left him unhonored. The Yuuzhan Vong had lost my trail long ago, so I returned.
      When I reached the remains of the rancor we had been gutting just days before…I broke down. The memories rushed in. It was unbearable. My agony washed through me. The hunt had been finished, but we had been unprepared to accept that we were the hunted. Why had we not seen them coming? Always before I had been able to sense them coming long before they were near me. But not this time. I had been trained in the hunt, but it had not helped me.
      I began the descent to my father’s deathbed. The buildings were unstable, and it took several days to actually travel down that far. Ironic, since it had taken my father only a few seconds.
      His body was there, The Yuuzhan Vong beside him. But the rykk blade was not there, nor his bowcaster. I had run, and the scavengers had come and taken away the only tokens of my grandfather’s clan that still existed. I had failed.
      The fire that burned my father’s body was large enough to burn for hours. The Yuuzhan Vong burned with him. A proper ending for two creatures capable of destroying such a powerful warrior. They had ruined my life, but they had my respect…..they would be worthy adversaries.
      I searched for my father’s possessions.

      Consciousness returned gradually, bringing with it the memory of pain. My forearms burned from it. I would not let it beat me. Slowly but steadily I lifted my forearms before my face. The black scales that covered them were repulsive, hard and ugly.
      Realization brought back the memory of pain in my chest and thighs. I did not bother trying to look. I knew what they had to look like. I tilted my head back and forth, trying to get a bearing on my surroundings. The room was small. The fire was small as well. No one was here. I was still unable to defend myself, whether or not there was a threat. I had to get up.
      It felt like it took hours, but eventually I was on my feet. I had my balance, but lost it when I heard her voice.
      “You should be commended for your strength, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear from me.†I whirled around to face her, losing my balance and falling to the ground. I stared at her feet, unable to move quickly enough to get up. How had I missed her? She had not been there seconds before. She hadn’t been there.
      “It’s alright. Here, let me help you.†She knelt down, placing her hands on my shoulders and rolling me onto my back. The worms won’t be able to do their job if they can’t get enough oxygen. You’d better just rest.†I moaned a curse in her direction, which she apparently found to be funny.
      “I assure you young one, that my honor is not at stake in any way. I saved you from death, in more ways than one. That creature would have cut you to pieces had I not stopped him.†She came directly into view, stretching her arms out before her and twirling around. She looked at her hands, which were clenched firmly as if holding the hilt of a sword.
      “Nice to know I can still do it. It’s been a while.†She moved out of my view again, returning with a pillow and a cup of water.
      “Drink, it’ll do you good. You’ve much recovering to do yet, but I think you’ll heal quickly than others would. You are in tune with those creatures, though I don’t think you realize it.†Her words confused me. I didn’t like being helpless, but it seemed I was under her care. She looked old, but not because of age so much as wisdom.

    • Charcter History. Suggestions please.

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      The Hunt

      The scouts moved forward, I could smell their stench as they got closer. Luckily for me they still didn’t know I was there.
      One step too far. My force pike whipped out from the shadows, catching the first Yuuzhan Vong square in his anatomical equivalent of a temple. He dropped like a stone. The second was faster and smarter, jumping immediately away from his fallen comrade and pulling out his amphistaff to block the first blow I sent in his direction. I pushed forward against him until we were inches apart. He stared directly into my eyes. Which is why he never saw the rykk blade that I slipped into his side.
      The fight had been quick and silent; the others would not know where I was. The bodies slid into the darkness, along with me. At least four more were coming, but I had time.

      Time….it seemed like it was all gone. Things had gone from bad to worse to impossible in just weeks.
      For years I had lived in the under city of Coruscant, oblivious to the world above me. My father and I had hunted together, he had taught me the ways of the warrior, and I in turn had become the embodiment of his past….the life that was ripped away from him so quickly.
      Food was scarce, but the hunt always brought us what we needed….always. Others were not so fortunate….the lower levels were a harsh place that few had the fortitude and will to survive. Most died simply because they gave up trying. The rest because they were not quick enough.
      My childhood was spent with a tribe. A rare bonding in our world, forged out of necessity. My father needed help bringing me up, and the group of Bothan criminals needed protection. They brought me up, and lived longer for it. They ate well for many years, until I was old enough to hunt. Then they died. We could not have saved them anyways.
      That night has always been hard to remember, but it always comes back to me. The beasts of the under city invaded our camp, killing all they could catch. My father and I escaped them, that night, and many nights afterwards as they tirelessly chased us through the city.
      That was the first of many such nights.
      After that, my father brought me up the way his father brought him up. I learned the ways of the hunt. Kasshyk, according to my father, was much like the world I lived on now. The under world was a dangerous place that few could survive. That I had grown up here, he said, was a tribute to my strength. He gave me a right of passage; he honored me in the name of his father’s clan. I was what he couldn’t be, and he was proud of me for it.
      I lived that way for seventy years. Until the Yuuzhan Vong came.
      We had never even known that the old republic had fallen, let alone that a dictatorship had been established in its stead. The fall of the Jedi, the rebellion, all were news to me when I finally escaped Coruscant. But none of those things mattered when the Yuuzhan Vong first arrived.
      We were mid-hunt, a small rancor our target, when the rumbling started. Terraforming, as I learned later, following a large space battle which we had known nothing about. It caused buildings to tumble and the ground to shake beneath our feet. We took cover, abandoning the hunt until we had ridden the storm out.
      When it was all over, we continued the hunt. Our world was mostly unchanged, and we dared not venture upward to discover the source f the disturbance, we did not know what would await us. We decided to let it come to us, if it did at all.
      The rancor lay before us, a fire built inside it slowly cooking the meat off of its bones. We were hidden deep within the rubble of a decrepit building, safe from even the keenest of noses, or so we thought. The creature that found us was ferocious. A voxyn, sent into the lower levels to search for any hiding Jedi. Together we defeated it, but in the heat of the battle, we missed the two Yuuzhan Vong that snuck up behind us, before I knew what had happened, my father was dead.
      He died in a valiant battle, bringing both the warriors down by dragging them over the precipice and thousands of feet down until they finally landed. I was shocked. In a span of ten seconds, my world had changed. My father had died. And I had no one. I ran into the depths of the under city.

      I counted the badges of my victories. Fifty Yuuzhan Vong dead. Amphistaffs, villips, dismembered hands. All who entered my domain were my game. I had become ten times the hunter I once was.
      The rest of the hunting pack was coming. The scouts had been just the first. But there were too many Yuuzhan Vong for me to fight now. Ten had come. This was not a normal hunting pack. They had to be watching over something.
      The howl came just moments before the voxyn lunged through the wall straight towards my chest.
      I swung my Rykk blade out, dropping to the ground. I scored a slash along its stomach, but it was not enough to take it down. I knew it wasn’t. The voxyn rebounded in my direction, and I swung again, rolling to the side. Another slash along one of its hind legs. Still it was nowhere near death. I wouldn’t be able to win this fight. Already the Yuuzhan Vong were pouring into the building.
      I sprung to my feet, preparing for the voxyn’s coming attack. It never came. The voxyn howled and whipped to face me. Then dashed around me. I whipped around, expecting an attack from behind.
      The voxyn was running toward a man, several hundred feet away. He was tall, and looked very week. A childlike smile was spread across his face. He wore gloves on his hands, and had some form of metal elbow pads on his arms. Looking closer I noticed matching kneepads. The voxyn leapt into the air.
      Light exploded around the man. Six red beams of light extended from his body as he whipped into the air, slicing the voxyn into several pieces. The Yuuzhan Vong that had been running towards me refocused their attention to the greater threat. I watched in awe as warrior after warrior fell at the man’s blades. A Jedi, I realized. Like the ones my father had once told me about. But something was wrong about this man.
      All too soon the warriors were all dead. The tall man looked up from their dead bodies into my eyes. He advanced.

    • Your Soul is Mine

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      So I've decided summer sucks, which is definitely an odd thing to say. Definitely just hate not having anything to do. My life is too boring. On the plus side, I did just finish all my driving for part 1 of Driver's education last night. And I've gotten so used to rejection, that it doesn't phase me anymore. Summer has some advantages I guess.

      I don't know, I just don't care enough anymore. I'll be playing Halo 2 all tomorrow, and my friend Kenton will be over. Technically, hes not supposed to come over because of my "dismal" grades (come on, B's and C's get degrees), but my parents are gone all weekend along with the siblings who would rat me out for my sister's softball tournament. I'm good to go. As long as I remember to mow the lawn that is.

      I've decided to get the "Wood" faceplate for my XBox 360. Very stylish.

      Also cheers for hot girls that refuse to believe they're hot. I don't feel like I'm overstepping boundaries when I hit on them.

    • Oh boy.

      14 years ago

      opeagleeye

      I finally got my this website to give me an acount. I don't know if the old version was just giving some people problems, but I couldn't get an account. Been a fan since the start, and I'm pretty psyched to be a member of the community here.

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