NationStates Jolt Archive

A Malkir (my jedi faction) Councilor sits upon his chair in the ancient temple of Criltorn, one of the meeting grounds of the remaining space from the origonal Galactic Republic of Huntaer now replaced by the Galacic Empire of Huntaer.

The Malkir Councilor, a bald man with a beard waits for peoples comments.
The Councilor, Master Horkan, sat. Waiting, listening. He sits patiently.

"Who will dare to support our rebellion? Who will be willing to help give rise to the good and bring down the evil? Who is willing?"


OOC:

Basicly, I'm trying to form up an alliance of some sort to help fight against my main nation of Huntaer. These people have peacefull intentions and don't wish any harm to come to others. They were the gardians of peace and justice for the Old Huntarian Republic.

I just want to know who is interested in helping this nation in a rebellion.

OOC: OOPS. I had a little bit of a computer problem there. I have it fixed.

A green furred creature emerges from a shadow in one corner of the temple. His fur is in some disarray. he is six and a half feet tall, and his hands have six fingers, three on each side of the palm. A jedi would detect a variance in his left hand, though there is nothing visibly different about it. At his side is a plasma pistol.
"Cyrian Space will support you."

(ooc: supposing of course, that you'll accept that he got into the nation. This guy's like the Cyrian James Bond.)