SANDAL'S JOURNAL: Life has come to a standstill of sorts. I spend my days tending to the baby, @Tifa_Maximus, who surprises me with how smart she is. She definitely looks like both @corden_maximusand I. She has my cheekbones, his hair, and my smile. It's a tad bittersweet because she is already starting to display a Force ability, telepathy. I am worried because of the history of the Jedi and Sith. They always try to take the child away and raise it in their own beliefs. I would be proud if she choose the way of the Jedi but will she? And if she does, she will never lead a normal life. Well, being a Force sensitive or Force user, one never really has a normal life, as I have come to believe. But those problems are a long ways away. It depresses me to think of them, actually. I am trying to spend each day, living life to its fullest. Corden has been preoccupied as of late, but visits when he can. And we are fortunate to have such good friends around. Do I miss being a Rebellion spy? Somewhat. Do I love being a mother? Absolutely. Do I feel like I have let down my fellow Rebels? I don't know the answer to that. It is said that spies do not retire. They simply go into hiding, and for good. The few instances where the Imperials have gotten close to finding me, I have managed to escape. But I am no more of a threat to them than any other Kiffar. I have no more business with them or the Rebels. If I were to be taken prisoner by the Imperials, all of the information I have would be outdated at this point. It would be worthless to even come after me. I assume there is still a bounty on my head. I believe Corden cleared it once, but who knows if I got another placed on me. Look at me, rambling. As I always do. Well, mother is still engaged in her diplomatic work and a bit disappointed that I stopped my own. She never quite understood what raising a family truly meant. After all, I spent my childhood at a monestary most days. Corden's buire are doing fine on Tattooine. They invested in a moisture farm and says it shall provide a nice nest egg for retirement. Although Corden's father just will never stop working, so I am sure they are set for the rest of their cycles. As for me, I have been spending it with the baby in various safehouses. My friends love playing with her, and it gives me much needed R&R. Not to be mean, but the baby just will not stop tele-babbling. It's constant. And at her age, most children actually voice words, but she insists on speaking through telepathic images. It's exhausting answering her. And wherever I go, she can find me. *sigh* but at least I know if she is chattering to me, she is safe and happy. And that is what matters. Well, I had better get back to my reading. I have about 30 minutes before Tifa wakes up and starts chatting away. ** SANDAL

CORDEN'S STORYLINE: The Kyrt'sad Base

Sandal Maximus' Journal

It appears our ad'ika (@_JMalik) took matters into his own hands and single-handedly attacked a Kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) base.  Sometimes I think the ad'ika, Joey, takes after his adopted father more and more each day. Joey apparently got all of Corden's recklessness and none of my reserved nature. I worry about our son everyday, but I have faith in the Force that Joey will overcome and be okay. I do, however, pray to the Maker for Joey's safe return each night. 

In the strange turn of events, Joey was in Kyrt'sad space and found himself a captive of the Death Watch. Or rather, should I say it, they were unknowingly his captive. He nearly wiped them out. Only General Xenen Kaori (@Kyrtsad) and his daughter Mali (@DW_Mali) escaped successfully. Joey, you see, has abilities that are not known here in our galaxy. It appears Xenen and Mali underestimated Joey and lost a base and some of their crew as a result.  

But what matters to me is not the destruction of the base, only that Joey is safe. Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) and I are safe on a ship in orbit around the Mandalorian homeworld of Manda'yaim, and currently visit with my husband at night when most of the crew is asleep.  My husband (@Corden_Maximus) still maintains his identity as Oram Merev, or the Mand'alor's personal assassin. How long he will maintain this ruse, I do not know. 

EDITORIAL: Re-load

Thank you all for following. Please note that the roleplaying has been on hiatus for a few months and probably a few more as our team re-groups. There have been small little roleplays here and there on various accounts, but nothing that I have really updated the blog with. Unfortunately, with real life happening, I have had less and less time to devote to this blog. I do appreciate that you check in and hopefully I will have something for you soon. However, I am on my out-of-character account at least once daily, so please feel free to follow that.  Thank you!

Corden's Storyline: The Return

This storyline has been roleplayed late into the morning, so many of you may have missed it. Unfortunately, it is pretty extensive so this is a summary of what happened. 


Summary


Corden resurrected. 


What were you expecting? That was it. *eyeroll* Fine... 


Extended Summary


The Kyrt'sad (@Akaan_DW) were in possession of Corden's body (@Corden_Maximus), which had the vital organs blown away by the pirates known as the Bloodscars.  Akaan sold the body to the Mandalorian mad scientist Demagol (@Demagol_).  It was there that Corden's body underwent a series of artificial organ replacements, essentially bringing him back to life. 


((DEMAGOL'S SOLO ROLEPLAY)) [Landing back on Osadia, Demagol orders his men to take the corpse of @corden_maximus to his private laboratory, not to be disturbed.] [Demagol sets the corpse on the slab closest to the bodily fluids cooler and deftly cuts off any fabric on Corden's body] A lot of damage.Not that it should prevent my work. [Motions for a Medroid to come over with his tools as he begins to remove the now useless parts]I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it's possible...I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it's possible...I'm going to bring the Mand'alor back to life.[Without delay, Demagol orders his men to begin fabricating polyeurothane replacement organs to his exact specifications as he preps the---melted and mangled edges of Corden's heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, and stomach for bonding with the artificial replacements]This will work.[As the men deliver the parts, Demagol finishes inserting a neural pacemaker into Corden's brain, preparing to jump-start the synapses]Good.[His skilled surgeon's hands make short work of reattatching the artificial organs, grafting Syntheskin to close his torso cavity. He ---places a series of electrodes on Corden's nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden's brain and---places a series of electrodes on Corden's nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden's brain and---That sends 50,000 volts coursing through @corden_maximus 's lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]-That sends 50,000 volts coursing through @corden_maximus 's lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]Instantly Demagol forces a breathing tube down Corden's throat,setting the electrodes to automatically shock him if needed]Ha! I have done the impossible! I have brought the dead back to life!


And now cyborg-zombie-Corden has resurrected!

With the help of Boss (@RC_Boss) and Dralin (@DralinVerda), they pay for the reanimated Corden and the story continued in their storylines. Unfortunately, it is a pain to cut-and-paste everyone's dialog so you are just going to have to read through their timelines to get the dialog.

Fast forward.

Corden's baby daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) recognizes his life force returning to the galaxy and immediately contacts him through the Force with the things she has learned from reading time with her mother, Sandal Maximus (@Sandal_Maximus).  Tifa, already communicating through the Force, sends Corden random thoughts, usually colors and shapes.  It is then that Corden decides to return home. Confused, exhausted, and dehydrated, his wife mistook him for a clone set-up by the Kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) or Imperials. She attacks Corden, but is stopped by Boss. And it then that Corden says Tifa has been contacting him, and knowing she never told anyone about Tifa's growing Force abilities, she knows it is really him. After a brief reunion, Sandal collapses on the bed, finally able to sleep.  Corden and Boss take Tifa to hang out in Sandal's bunker in the interim.

In the bunker, after everyone has rested, Corden and Boss discuss plans for the future. Corden wants a ship (The Chakaar) and some men to plan covert operations. And that is where the story resumes...

Editorial: Roleplaying as a Ravioli

This is completely separate from any storyline listed in this website, but was something silly I thought of today. I decided I was going to roleplay as a ravioli. And this is a metaphor for life.  But the important component of the story is for the reader to come to their own conclusions versus what I intended for it to be.  These are taken directly from my Tweets with little editing (although it could use it, but eh, I'm quite lazy today).  These were posted today under the #IAmARavioli hashtag.


Please enjoy!


I was once a crop of wheat, growing in the sun light. I was picked. That is when my transformation began. 
The machines tore my wheaty body into pieces, mixing it with other wheats, and soon we were all one. One doughy mass.
The machines changed my body, filled me with a gooey mass, stamped out a new form. I was reborn.
I traveled with others like me in a plastic vessel. It was like a womb. We felt safe and protected.
Hands grabbed us, shoved our home into the depths of a freezer. And there we sat for an eternity. Simply being ourselves.
We were beginning to show our age. The Makers decided to put us on clearance. A red sticker was applied to our plastic vessel.
And a small Maker peered at us, and said they wanted Ravioli for dinner. That is when we knew. Our name was Ravioli.
We were scanned by a red light, heard a beep, and pushed into a dark cavern filled with other non-Ravioli.
Tucked away for more time, we finally emerged. And that same tiny Maker squeeled with glee upon seeing us.
Held on the precipice, staring into the metal abyss, we were afraid as the steam hit us. Summoning our courage, we dove in.
The heat tempered our bodies. It cooked our insides. And when pulled out, we were softened and delicate.
Placed on a flat vessel, decorated with a red sauce, we were presented to the Little Maker. And we became one with it.
And then we became poop. Which was flushed into a waste treatment facility. We were sold to a Chinese farm as fertilizer. 
Now I am growing in a sunny field somewhere in China. I am now Bok Choi.

Corden's Storyline: Pride Lost - The New Chapter

Sandal Maximus' Private Journal


I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it. Every time I thought about getting revenge on the Blackscar leader, the one that in some way (albeit indirectly) contributed to my husband's unfortunate death, I just couldn't do it.  Sarge's (@RC_Sarge) words kept ringing in my mind, that this wasn't me. I wasn't one for revenge. Taking a life for a life was not the Jedi way. And he was right. Killing that pirate would have done nothing to bring Corden back. All it would have done was possibly ended the pirate's capacity to hurt others. But again, that was not the Jedi way. As he sat there, fear in his eyes, I saw in him a piece of myself. That human part within all of us. I saw him as an evil man only on the basis of his decisions based upon life circumstances, a product of his upbringing and his own temperment, not as a nameless thug. Bound as he was, he posed no threat to me any longer. He had already taken away that which destroyed me on the inside. There was nothing left to hate him with. I know this sounds strange, and maybe it is just the ramblings of a woman in grief, but I just couldn't do it.  I had already killed two that day.  And two souls are a lot to pray over.

After raiding the Bloodscar compound, I took the leader back to the Everser for Boss (@RC_Boss) and his associate Dralin (@DralinVerda) to deal with. My droids, Beskarad (@Beskarad) and KOSMOS (@_Kos_Mos) earned their rest that night.

After a good long bath, I spent the evening with our daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). The strange thing is I could have sworn Tifa mentally projected a picture of Corden's face into my mind, asking where he was. I chalk that one up to a lack of sleep recently, but if she were like me... if... then it would explain the feelings I have. The joy if she is indeed a Force-sensitive or Force-user... but also the dread of knowing the prison that having an ability in the Force could mean. And if she is, then it is my duty to train her how to use her natural gifts properly. It's the least I can do... for him.

Corden's Storyline: Pride Lost - Conclusion

This is written as an editorial to keep followers up with the story and not written from a particular character's perspective. If you have any questions regarding this storyline, please contact @Corden_Maximus on Twitter. Please note this storyline is intellectual property of the typist behind Corden Maximus, except for those components written by other typists. Thank you!

Out of desperation, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus) made a trip to a planet located in the Outer Rim in search of a rare flower that could perhaps, hold the key to unlocking his degenerative genetic illness. With the clock ticking, and unable to wait for his wife to manufacture healing serums, Corden took his comrade Rang Skirata (@TheRangSkirata) with him on the secret journey.  Unfortunately, this particular flower grew within the territory of a merciless pirate group known as the Bloodscars; thus the territory was fiercely protected to the extent that any intruder was killed on sight.

After locating the flower, Corden and Rang were discovered.  Although they tried to outrun the Bloodscars, it was too late.  Corden was killed and only Rang survived to return to the Haate vi Jorso'ran to inform Corden's wife (@Sandal_Maximus) of Corden's death.  However, at the time of Corden's death, Sandal immediately felt the life taken from his body and collapsed in her laboratory.  Her bodyguard, Sarge (@RC_Sarge) was alerted to her falling by his "man-down" indicator and immediately rushed to find her.  In the medbay, Rang informed Sarge that Corden had died.  

The following day, Sarge informed Sandal of what had happened.  That is when she told him that Corden came to her in a dream, telling her to take care of Tifa.  It was then she knew.  After release from the medbay, Sandal left Tifa with a relative as she began her grieving process.  

After his death, Corden sent pre-recorded messages to his good friends Rang and Boss (@RC_Boss).  These messages contained instructions on what Corden wanted done after his demise.  Rang was instructed to take his body for a proper burial, and Boss was instructed to become head of the military Corden had amassed.  Although given the helm of the Mand'alor, Boss was hesitant and decided against assuming the post himself.  Boss approached Sandal to tell her of Corden's wishes, and she relayed that her intention was to gain revenge for the death of her husband. 

In the interim, Akaan (@Akaan_dw) was sent to retrieve Corden's body from the pirates.