Star Wars: System the Serendipitous

Author: If you want the system to not look terrible, decrease the text size if you're on the app or on a smaller device. I made it on PC so it's adjusted to look right on a monitor.

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The second the mysterious woman spoke the words 'Force System', the thrumming shaded lights drained out of the pedestalled cube and twirled there way up Ian's arm. The lights then span around Ian's head, forming a halo, before diving into him, similar to the light that had guided him here.

Before Ian had a chance to react to the light, a choir of voices invaded his mind, "Uploading... Uploading...Uploading... Congratulations you have been chosen as the inheritor of The Force System, Invented by {(bzzz)\(The great all-knowing, super-genius, who's phenomenal in the sack)/(bzzz)}Master Nikola-Aspectus-Lee, and co-founded by Grandmaster's, {(bzzz)\(For f*cks sake Lee)/(bzzz)} Oswald Black, {(bzzz)\(Ugh, Lee...)/(bzzz)} Vetula-Illus-Im-Iông, {(bzzz)\(I thought we were supposed to be quiet for this part?)/(bzzz)} Rostadnt Aretha, and {(bzzz)\(Grrr, idiots, shut up!)/(bzzz)} Ray Silva."

What sounded like a robot reading out a script was interjected by a cacophony of voices, shouting, boasting, and sighing in shame; all chattering away inside Ian's head. After the final voice yelled at the others to shut up, there was a momentary silence before the system continued to speak.

"The Force System was designed to house the master's ghosts, to await a fated disciple who has the bloodline, talent, and disposition to" ---The system's voice was bleeped out for a few seconds--- "and to this purpose, you can seek guidance from the masters and aid from The Force System."

"Huh?" was all Ian could muster, utterly confused.

"This is the system's menus, made for your convenience. All information displayed has been obtained through the mental link to assist with your quest, Inheritor."

A thin, pale blue hologram appeared in front of Ian and he was astonished by how game-like the system's interface was. Ian scanned through his information:

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|<-Name: Ian Bradshaw // Species: Error(32var) // Rank: Unranked // Age: 7->|

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(Current/CurrentMax)~(Max)

|<-Health: (73/80)~(81)----------//-Recovery Rate: (0.9 per, hour)--->|

|<-Stamina: (7/117)~(144)-------//-Recovery Rate: (2.7 per, minute)-->|

|<-Force: (226/328)~(22,455)---//-Recovery Rate: (5.1 per, minute)--->|

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|<-Strength: (5/9)~(9) + (0)--->|

|<-Speed: (12/17)~(17) + (0)--->|

|<-Midicount: (22,455)------>|

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|<-Light Affinity: (482/1000) // Dark Affinity: (518/1000)->|

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|<-Force Skills: Click To Open: [>]-----------(0)-->|

|<-Tech Skills/Rank: Click To Open: [>]------(0)-->|

|<-Bio Skills/Rank: Click To Open: [>]-------(0)-->|

|<-Pilot Skills/Rank: Click To Open: [>]------(0)-->|

|<-Combat Skills/Rank: Click To Open: [>]---(0)-->|

|<-System Skills: Click To Open: [˅]---------(3)-->|

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{-Language Translater: (Lvl: Max)-----(Auto)-}

{-Inspect: (Lvl: Max)---------------(Select)-}

{-Call Master: (Lvl: Max)-----------(Select)-}

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After Ian finished looking over his 'stats', the system continued with its script. "Induction over, uploading.... complete, time for introductions."

In-front of Ian, the arc's light seemed to shimmer, and out of nothing corporealize five figures. The figures were translucent and varied greatly in appearance and the system introduced them to Ian one by one.

"Going from the left we have Grandmaster, Aretha. Master of Sense, and an expert pilot."

Aretha was, as far as Ian could tell, human. She was tall, pretty, and had a rather vacant stare; as if she was blind. "Hi," she said, waving.

"Grandmaster Oswald. Master of Alter and biology."

Oswald was the tallest of the lot, and he appeared to be composed of various flora, with leaf-like hair, bark-like skin and radiant chlorophyll green eyes. Oswald was staring intently at Ian "Your species is an error... What exactly are you?" he asked and Ian replied "I... I don't know." "Hmm, curious, you must possess at least in part..." was all Oswald could say before the system cut him off.

"Grandmaster, Illus. Master of Bendu and Control."

Illus looked nothing like Ian had imagined, she was a lizard-woman, with fangs, claws, and cyan-blue scales. Her voice did not match her form. "I really am glad you made it, another millennium and I probably would have gone mad." She said with a toothy/fanged smile.

"Grandmaster, Ray. Master of Combat and Bogan."

The man was simply an Orc, muscular, with greenish-grey skin, sabre tooth fangs and devil-like horns, he was perhaps the scariest looking thing Ian had ever seen. "Greetings" He grunted, and with fist clasped in palm, he gave a quick bow.

"And Master, Nikola. Master of Technologies."

"Hiya, It's yours truly."

When Ian looked over at Nikola, he stared at him for a little while before coming to a conclusion.

Nikola was from the same species as the man who saved him from the collapsing ship;

he was a Junker.