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    Welcome to the Resistance!


    We are The Resistance. Together we fight for the freedom of the galaxy under its tyrannical rule, The First Order. Everything we stand for, everything we are, is to stand up for the balance of the galaxy. Luke Skywalker has returned, along with his pupil, Rey, to train a new generation of Jedi. We are desperate for a lead on this struggle for peace. Any new recruits are welcome!


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    The resistance is still recovering from the StarKiller's attacks on their planets. Luke has just returned and plans to reorder the jedi to finally be restored, with the help of Rey. The Resistance pleads for new members.


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    [size=15pt][shadow=navy,left][glow=blue,2,300]"People Are Sometimes Like Roses.
    The Top Layer: Beautiful, Sweet, And Caring.
    The Bottom Layer: Prickly And Will Fight Back With All They've Got.
    Me, I'm Always A Rose."[/glow][/shadow]    [/size]


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    .:Abimari Wickives:.
    "Ugh, another long day ahead of you. Training and what-not," she murmured to herself, slowly opening her eyes to the light brown ceiling above her. Abimari Wickives, 23, Arkanian... a part of the Resistance. Her eyes shot open and she looked around, realizing that she wasn't back home on Arkania, and that she was in the Resistance's camp. "Great. My leg hasn't woken up," Abi groaned, and looked down at her metal prosthetic limb. She sometimes regrets getting this thing, but then again it's a great weapon in battle. She tapped on her metal knee and heard a little clicking noise, which to her meant that her leg was on and ready to move. Getting up off the bed and heading to the bathroom, she washed up, styled her hair, and got dressed into her usual clothes- a black wife-beater and tan cargo pants with dark brown combat boots. Once completely dressed, she headed out of her quarters and out into the open, waiting for a command from a senior officer.




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    Rey took a step back and then launched at the dummy with her staff. Twirling it in all different directions she hit the dummy in the most vulnerable spots. Sweat trickled down her face as she fought with dummy. Advances in the technology department had allowed for new training equipment, which including melee and close combat training. The mechanical whirring sounds coming from the machine began to speed up as it calculated every move. "Ooof!" And now Rey was on the floor. Damn, that thing's too fast. Whatever, I'm done here. In a bout of frustration, Rey turned off the machine and left the combat area. The nineteen year old fixed her staff to her back and looked up at the sun.Oh wow, It's so late already. Wonder if there's anything left for breakfast. With that, the jedi in training walked toward the mess hall, ready to chow down.

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    The brilliantly colored Twi'lek rolled from under a damaged X-Wing, her wrench in her mouth and wire cutters in one hand. Goggles covered her pink eyes and shading them from the bright of the headlamp she wore that was tethered to her binded lekku. She reached for her hydroclamper and disappeared back under the X-Wing. Alright...red connects to blue, cut green.. Snip. She cut the green wire and clamped it quickly, rolling out again and setting the wire cutters aside. Retrieving a bit of animated metal sealant. Applying it generously to the open hole, the liquid began to sizzle and then dried. Alright... Wires set connected the green wire back to the board, twisting it into place before again rolling out from under it. Her purple face dirty with grease and fuel. She wiped at her forehead slightly, rising to her feet and moving her supply to the side with her feet. Assessing her work one last time," Alright..." she said to herself, climbing to the cockpit of the X-Wing," Come on, Come on, Come on. Start for mama..." She cooed to herself, firing up the X-Wing. Happy everything was going smoothly until, the X-Wing groaned with disapproval, jutting out a smelly black gas from its engine." No!no!no!" Wires jumped out and examined what happened," Oh! Duh! I forgot to replace the hyperdrive cover!" She laughed, doing just that and reassessing her work. Alright... She refired the engine and instead did what it was supposed to." Oh yeah! I did it! Whose the best? Oh course, I am!" She chanted to herself.    [/size][/justify]

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    Well he still had to get up. Rolling out of his standard-issue and very bland bed, the pilot pulled on a black t-shirt and cargo pants along with his flight boots and headed outside, throwing his jacket over his shoulder, just in case. His feet softly thudded against the floor, randomly wondering where BB-8 was.




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    [size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]

    Karou woke bright and early ready for a hard day of pilot drills. She bounced out of bed, a bright grin on her face. Her short blue hair swayed gently as she ran around, gathering everything she would need for today. She threw on her uniform and dashed out the door.

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    Seeing as all Wires had to do was done, she took a moment to revel in the silence around her. She disappeared to a back room and sat at her desk. She took out a writing utensil and began to write, practicing her letters carefully.
    Wires had really learned to read and write recently, having spent most of her life as a slave. And with her freedom, Wires taught herself the luxury of writing, and reading.
    She finished and stood, the empty feeling in her stomach reminded herself that she would have to eat at her next designated break, but for now, she figured she should clean up her work space, so that was what she did.
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