Star Wars THE FOREVER WAR

Lora Skywalker
Battlefield of Nesron

She felt it. The rage, the rage swelling up inside of her like a wave hitting the shore. She knew this feeling, she knew the familiar vibe of this and she knew the gift it brought her.

The Sith with their primitve view on things would never unleash such power. there was no light, no dark. The Potentium did not know such crude diffences. There was only one self and your own access to the force. What you made out of it, was yours, yours alone. Rage was an emotion. Nothing more. No path, no damnation. Lora was not corrupted, Lora was not fallen. Laura was free. Laura was the Chosen One.

No light, no dark, but there was . . . power.

With a primal scream she summoned every bit of debris she found and then spreadh er arms, sending it into the attacking hordes, as her body already found itself in the air. She leaped up, igniting her lightsaber again and accelerated her movements, her very existence. They could not hurt her, if they could not get her. No, they could not get her. They could never do anything to change destiny. She was The Chosen One. Not this enigmatic old man they called the ONE, not any of her fellow Jedi. She knew, deep, deep inside herself, that it was her. Only her!


As she landed back on her feet she began her dance, her blade passing through the flesh of the enemy in rapid slashes.

Lora Skywalker felt . . . complete.

Tag: Sir_Draco, Mitth

 

IC: Callista
Vjun, Hideout

Callista was about to comment on the random nature of her joining up with resistance when she heard the explosion. A number of things happened at once, built in subroutines registered the immediate danger and activated defense measures. Her shield generator, already active, switched to full power. The low light setting of hideout caused her eyes to switch to infrared allowing her to see flesh, and blood, and power cores more clearly. Finally her IFF recognition system switched on fully, which wasn’t exactly helpful considering she didn’t have anybody’s IFF database at the moment.​

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All this happened faster than it took her to draw her blaster and take aim towards the main gate. Even with the dust and debris she could clearly see infrared signatures, and discerning Toben’s men from the Republics was simple. The Republic troops were the ones coming in. Her targeting software activated, registering data from her eyes, calculated the locations of hostile targets, chose lethality as the primary option, and transferred that information to the systems responsible for her motor control. Then in one, fluid motion, she raised her blaster and fired.​

Tag: Sir_Draco & spycoder9

OOC: Sorry for being so late, been swamped.

 

ooc: No worries, I am pretty busy right now myself. Hopefully everybody got through the storm season and I promise I make an update before the US got a new President.

 

The Battle of Nesron

Vibre hissed out, looked back and then with a powerful push threw back Arek. The last move hinted what power the Sith Lord had held back, what strength he had not revealed in the short duel. But instead of going after Arek he turned and and his troops immediately swarmed around him, making him vanish in their ranks.

His last look before he left though went straight at Arek. It seemed to say, that they would soon meet again.

“RETREAT.” Vibre send those words into the force, too. Obeying his master and demanding obedience from his children. The pack had been hurt and decimated by Lora Skywalkers first furious attack and was now ordered to leave the battle-field before they could end this Jedi’s existence. Their humiliation would be without retribution, but the commands of the father had to be obeyed, always.



Terryn saw the Sith leaving, avoiding combat and quickly withdrawing. They were afraid. Fear. Not of the Jedi but of something much deeper. “Sir, we lost 40 percent of our troops. Considering the numbers we fought against not that bad, Sir.” An Imbued reported faithfully.


Vencin and the other Jedi saw the Sith now withdrawing. Everywhere their troops were in an organized, secure drawback from the frontline. “Why? They were winning?” The voice was raspy and old and without anybody recognizing him until he spoke. Master Lediath was the leader of Nesron´s troops and a bitter and experienced leader of men. He looked around, not really expecting an answer. Then his eyes fell on Vencin and Janus. He nodded to the young Jedi and his gaze returned to the now clearing battlefield. “I have a bad feeling about this.” He finally announced.

Master Lediath

“You think it is because of Skywalker?” Janus asked and the Devaronian looked at the sole figure standing on the battlefield on the west-front.

Tag: Sarge221, SirakRomar, Mitth_Fisto, BLemelisk, Spycoder9

 

Vencin Dermun

Nesron Battlefield

No one answered to confirm or deny his question but then again no one really had to. The young Padawan could see for himself how the Sith were retreating. Droids and Imbued launched blasterfire at the Republic lines in order to prevent anyone charging at the retreating forces while the Sith used their lightsabers to send back incoming fire before sheathing their blades and retreating whether with Force-enhanced leaps or speed or simply disappearing into the midst of their own troopers and armor. No matter how Ven looked at it, it was a full - if organized - retreat.

What happened?

Everyone kept saying that Nesron was the turning point. Whoever won here would win the Gordian Reach in due time and the loser would be forced further back into their own territory. It was an outcome that both the Republic and the Sith wanted to be the winners of to the point where every soldier would be sacrificed if need be if Ven wanted to believe the rumors. And the Sith had been winning a moment ago....or had they?

Why would they retreat if this meant such a setback for their forces? Ven questioned himself. He was no general, but you didn't need to be one to think the obvious: that the Sith had something more important to deal with. He wondered if that something was a different way for the Sith to win the war. Or, at the very least, extend it. Or was the cause for victory simply because the Sith did not wish to die here?

“Why? They were winning?”

Fortunately, it seemed like he wasn't the only one that was confused. Turning to the owner of the voice, Vencin - despite how tired he still was - nonetheless straightened and gave the Zabrak a formal bow, "Master Lediath."

“You think it is because of Skywalker?”

Hearing the name Ven immediately turned in the direction where he had last seen Master Lora Skywalker. To be more specific, he turned to where he had last felt the tremendous powers that had set the ground shaking and had caused Ven's senses to reel.

"Is she all right?" Ven asked and even tried to stand up on his toes in order to look over the Republic's defensive line to spot the legendary Jedi. It was only then that the question of why Skywalker had saved him came to mind. After getting a good look upon getting to safety, Ven had been able to see how stressed their lines had been. Surely the powers of such a legend would've been more useful elsewhere then saving he lives of two young Jedi?

Must've been because of the Sith, he thought to himself. She must've used the opportunity to take out a high-ranking Sith and perhaps send the rest of the enemy forces in disarray with his death. I can't think of any other reason as to why she had come to our aid. I just hope she didn't die because of it.

TAG: Sir_Draco, SirakRomar, Nesron Combatants

 

Corellia, Government District

„We got visitor´s hours, every Tuesday.“ The leader of the guard said and then he turned to leave. “Otherwise, the Government of Corellia has no business with the Jedi. Make an official appointment, as do all political visitors.” He quickly returned to his men, still unaware of the events happeneing above them.

“They hate little more than a Jedi.” The voice came from behind. An elder man stood there from a near-human species, wearing robes and looking up to the top of the building. There was a strange absence in the force where he stood, but otherwise he looked like a Corellian. “Ironic, is it? Considering how you sided with htem more than once throughout history. But that´s the nature of tales. Too easy to forget, too quick to pass on into history and to so many . . . irrelevant in the end.” The man looked at Urijah, finally and his eyes were intense. “Yet, I assure you nothing is up there for you. Only a prime minister who hates you even more than his guards do, probably.”

Tag: Jumpin_Jesus




Vjun, Sewers

Lila looked at Erian and then nodded. “He enters the system in half an hour. Maybe an hour until he arrives. We´ve been ordered back to the Crusader immediately to report to him upon his arrival. I am sure he will have questions for that one, too.” She smirked and nodded to the Fallen One. Questions. The word had a certain cruelty, when it came from Lila.

“Our shuttle is waiting on the streets and I assume they will have a nice bacta-batch for your limb. Might do the trick until a proper meditation inside a tank serves the problem.” He hand on the lightsaber she ordered the Imbued to bring Masaya up. “Everything okay?” She asked Erian then. “The little snake did not get to you, did she? Her dossier said she is a skilled speaker.”

Was it concern in Lila´s eyes? Or was it genuine suspicion? She was so cold, it was impossible to tell apart with her. Maybe there was no longer a difference to her. “Oh an we got some childpushers. Send the regular troops to take care of them.” She added as she turned to leave.

Tag: @Cmdr

 

Zara Zorn
Bureau of the Prime Minister, Corellia

The stab was powerful but the attack of an untrained lightsaber fighter. She kept her calm, because he calmness was all that kept her alive now. balancing her anger and thoughts and then . . . she reacted, guided by the force. She dodged the stab and with a wide swing welcomed the leaping attacker from behind, hopefully severing him into two pieces, as she braught her lightsaber around again, to cover her body, as she stepped back towards the Prime Minister. Once the two were in front of her she could attack, she could take initiative. And to do so, she began to summon the force, began to focus her and into her hands, her body, her arms.

These amateurs were warriors, but they did not know the power of the dark side. They did barely know the power of the force at all.

Zara would teach them that valuable lesson and it would be their final one.

The Dark Side was death and those who controlled it brought death. Lagore had taught her that.

Now it was time to stay true to his teachings.

"Stay behind me." She hissed to the Prime Minister as the power began to fill her like an empty vessel.

Tag: Sir_Draco, HanSolo29

 

Urijah
Corellia, Government District

Urijah looked at the guard as the new death weakly resonated in the force momentarily before fading. He briefly considered using the the force mind trick to let him in but there were at least 10 other armed men around him that would be suspicious and would be more than pleased to enforce the law upon the Jedi.
Urijah sighed rolled his neck around looking at the building. A death in a government building was always interesting and more often extremely dangerous, usually the work of assassins or carefully placed thermal detonators the size of Urijah's finger that would end up leaving the whole room covered in burnt senator.

“They hate little more than a Jedi, Ironic, is it? Considering how you sided with them more than once throughout history. But that´s the nature of tales. Too easy to forget, too quick to pass on into history and to so many . . . irrelevant in the end. Yet, I assure you nothing is up there for you. Only a prime minister who hates you even more than his guards do, probably.”

Urijah turned to face a strange looking "man" behind him looking up to the top of the Administrative Building. He spoke the truth, Corellia had not been a fan of the Jedi for a long time and Urijah could not blame them. The Jedi had faded from their shining white knight status into more of a medium gray corrupted senator. Urijah still tried his best to distance himself of that and back into the helpful role the Jedi should have. Looking at the man Urijah considered his next move, his conscious told him to persist and make his way up there, after all any death in an administrative building is interesting. On the other hand he had no idea what so ever how he would get into the building with all these guards around him.

As he thought Urijah noticed this mans absence in the force and it perplexed him. As far as he knew the only ones that could remain invisible in the force were the Yuuzhan Vong, and he wasn't so sure this man was of Vong descent. Letting out a massive sigh Urijah took a step to the strange being in front of him. "Well hating Jedi I've come to notice is a common theme among Coronet," Urijah looked up toward the building and gave a half-hearted smile as he turned his head back to the robed man and folded his arms. "Though, a Jedi hating Prime Minister, a Jedi-Sith War, and a displeased Corellia do make for quite an interesting tremor in the force."


Tag: Sir_Draco

 

Erian Serenni

Vjun, Sewers​

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An hour. He had an hour to subtly ask the apprentice questions about Tython and Saya before the High Inquisitor started his interrogation. So lost in thought on how he was going to do that, he almost missed what Lila had been saying to both him and the Imbued. He blinked impassively at the Imbued Jedi and heard the blind belief in her tone and choice of words. He was uncertain as to whether she was actually concerned for him or if she was suspecting he had become compromised in his own faith.​

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Except you had long before you took this assignment. Saya simple drove the wedge deeper until it is on the verge of shattering. He suspected that whatever truth was on Tython it would do one of two things. Either reaffirm his faith in the Protectorate and the Potentium or shatter it completely.​

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"I am fine," he simply said, his voice neutral and betraying nothing of his doubts. He pulled up his mental shields and strengthened them just in case. "Except my pride." That part was at least the truth. Having been rescued by the Imbued and discovered to be beaten in a duel had hurt his dignity. He suspected he would be smarting from it for a while. He would spend some time in a salle, practicing his katas once his leg had healed enough to let him.​

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He frowned at the news of childpushers being captured and dealt with. "And the children they were pushing?" he asked of her, following her out of the sewers.​

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TAG: Sir_Draco

 

Terryn Kae
Nesron Battlefield


They were leaving in droves. The occasional skirmish here and there, one including the Chosen One, but mainly they had been retreating. And Terryn accepted that with a grim satisfaction. He didn’t know if it was a success. Only a true success was a complete slaughter in Terryn’s eyes. Bakura, prime example.

Testing the air, he could feel a common emotion amongst them. Fear. A rational fear, but not of their Jedi enemy. Something bigger. . .and perhaps even a little frightening to Terryn. Just the sheer deepness made it strange.

“Sir, we lost 40 percent of our troops.” The voice came from behind Terryn. An Imbued soldier, faithful as ever. “Considering the numbers we fought against not that bad, Sir.”

“Not that bad at all.” Terryn spun around to look at this particular Imbued. “But considering the fact that we lost people. . .”Terryn paused. He was without words for a moment.

“Please make sure that Knight Lousea’s body is preserved so that she may have a rightful passing.”

It was the most he could give her.


TAG: @SirDraco

 

ooc: Been away for a few days, but just wanted to let people know that the next week updates will come faster. Starting tonight.

 

Vjun, Sewers

„The children?“ Lila looked at Erain and then she nodded, as if she had understood what he truly meant. “I ordered them captured if possible. We could use the recruits, after all. And there is said to be a high percentage of force sensitives around here. Vader´s court and all, I assume.”

She had started walking, flanked by troops and Masaya guarded by four of their strongest Imbued. “The High Inquisitor should be here within the hour.” She nodded then. “And he seems to have a follow up assignment for us. Another traitor, probably.” She said it with a grim smile. The hunt was something she enjoyed. No doubt.

Outside was already a shuttle, waiting for passengers and above the shape of the three sisterships of the Inquisition were clearly visible. War or no war, the Inquisition had it´s own small fleet, which was always equipped with the best of the current technological standard. The three destroyers above were a fine example of it. The Truth, The Justice and The Judge were Republica VII-class warships and they had been updated especially for the purpose of hunting, transporting prisoners and being used as mobile bases of operations for subduing rebellious planets.

“Let´s bring her up and prepare the prisoner for the High Inquisitor. And you might have half an hour in Medbay. And new robes might be fine, two. We´re really having a bit of a strong odor about us, after our little trip down there.” Lila smiled.

And as they arrived above the warning bells rang. The acid rain was coming. A good time to leave, anyway.

Tag: @Cmrd (you can “Godmod” yourself into the hangar bay of the Justice)

Republica-Class



Vjun, Smuggler Caves

Callista killed two, three men who entered quickly, but it became painfully clear, they were many. Too many. No matter how brave they fought, this was a small army and sooner or later they would overcome them. “Take the children on board and make your run, it´s now or never!” It was Morne, the young man who had organized the ships who was screaming now over the sound of gunfire. Then he left cover for a second to kill another trooper with an aimed shot.

The general, as Torben was called, looked at him. He wanted to stay, that much was obvious. But if they operation should work, the one who had figured it out needed to coordinate it. “On my mark, you get the children on board, Iß´ll give you cover!” He shouted to Callista and nodded. “I´ll be right behind you.” He added and he knew it meant leaving all his men. All of them would die here.
“3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . MARK!” And he jumped up firing from both his rifle and pistol. The moment the talking had needed had already swept another soldiers into the hangar. It had also cost two of the militia their lives. They were loosing quickly.

Tag: Kahn_Iceay


Corellia, In front of the Government Building

The elder man chuckled a bit and looked up. “Oh you got no idea, boy. You got no idea.” He then said. Finally his eyes returned to Urijah and his eyes had the sickly yellowish gleam of a Sith now. “I think you have been away for too long, Urijah, Son of the Beastlord. Then again, you might have returned just in time. I assume you won´t wish to slay me with all those people around, do you? So what do you say? Should we have a little heart-to-heart about the force and how it is danger from your orders actions?”



He smiled and turned his back to Urijah to walk over to a Cantina not far away. He walked slowly, leaving his back defenseless to the boy. At least it seemed so.

Tag: Jumpin_Jesus



Corellia, Bureau

The Imbued from behind managed to bring his blade around and actually block the slicing attack of Zara. But he had trouble landing on his feet and his partner waited. Then they build a line again, both with hissing red blades, looking at Zara and seemingly hesitating a moment. Did they feel it coming? Probably? They decided to try, anyway. Both attacked at once, leaping forward and unleashing a cascade of quick strokes.

Tag: @HanSolo2, TheSithGirly



The Battle of Nesron gets a day, because I was told some people were working on their posts.

 

Urijah
Corellia, In front of the Government Building

Urijah looked at the man surprised as he noticed his eyes. He took a moment to rub his own "Sith" eye for a minute. The yellow iris was a bad side affect of being born out of the dark side of the force and caused nothing but trouble. When he was brought before the council with one yellow eye shinning from the sunlight pouring in from the skylight and the other brown one dully absorbing the light into a dark abyss, the Protectorate branded it as an omen of death. There was another mark however that Urijah could hide somewhat easily, a mark on his let palm he had had for as long has he could remember. He had been told it was the mark of the Beastlord by a Jedi historian.

Examining the small man he seemed he posed no threat, though this was extremely inaccurate, because Urijah could get no reading on his force presence. Looking to the building he felt torn. Here was an obvious Sith, or what appeared to be, and then there was a death in a government building. The image of a room covered in scorched senator almost made him burst out laughing.

He could not attack this man, nor did he want to. As strange as this man was Urijah felt attacking him would result in something horrible. So he chose to try and approach this man, hoping he could be a desperately needed well of information since Cilarn seemed to be just as clueless as he was. Urijah looked at the Administrative building once more and decided to put it off deciding that a possible Sith in front of him was more important than some petty assassination.


"Wait! Who are you? and how do you know who I am?" Urijah called out as he started running towards the strange old man. He was caught a little off-guard by him knowing his name, but then again, the yellow eye, and being the son of the Beastlord did not help him remain incognito.

 

ooc: Approved or better said demanded via PM by the GM.

Zara Zorn
Bureau, Corellia

They were still two and that made their atack dangerous. The advantage of numbers might not have been the most comfortable one, but even though she was clearly more experienced with the blade, she hardly had that kind of experience. It was not her first fight to death. But she could still count them with one hand.

The thought distracted her and for a second she retreated into the defense. Hissing, humming the blades screamed out as they met. Quick were the attacks of the enemy and quick was her response. but both enemies made her step back bit by bit, dodging, blocking the two blades. And then the left one raised his blade and she found her footing again. With a scream she unleashed the force she had summoned and blue lightning spit out of her fingertips, crawling into the armor or the attacking right assassin. The man screamed out and stumbled back as the dark energy tortured him, imprisoning him in the suit that had been made to protect him. Zara gave it a second and jumped aside, as the blade of the left assssin came down. Again it hit the floor, but this time the man was quick to get it up again and block her counter-attack. Above her head her blade was locked. Zara had anticipated this. She gave the man a powerful kick and send him sliding over the floor. With the force she called the man´s lightsaber from his hand into hers and leaped forward. Before the man was even up, both blades severed his torso.

One left. Hissing Zara turned and let go of the blade she had robbed from the second assassin. It made it´s was towards the third of the assassins, just as he leaped forward towards her.

The two parts of his body crushed to the floor and Zara felt him fade from hte force. A moment she cowered on the ground, one leg spread, one close to her body, the blade humming. then she slowly raised and allowed her blade to die down. "Prime Minister? I hope you are not injured?" She said and a small formal bow to the politician was all she could afford, before she reached out in the force to see if more enemies were nearby. Her hair was sweaty, so she pushed it out of her eyes. Unaware she revealed the yellow eyes that were trademakr of a Sith throught that gesture.

Tag: HanSolo29, Sir_Draco

 

Myrah
Smuggler Tunnels, Vjun


Complete chaos erupted within seconds.

Myrah watched as an explosion rocked the room, and through the dust came soldiers. . .a lot of them. The robotic woman immediately whipped out her own blaster and popped off a few shots. Myrah whipped out her own weapon, but realized soon that they were no match against the oncoming barrage of men. And then Morne was shouting about the children. The General told her and the other woman to take the kids and run.

And right when he gave the signal, she did so.

Once they reached the ship, Myrah noticed Yaka was already standing there. The poor boy signaled for her to go ahead to get to the cockpit, while he assisted the other woman get the children onboard. She rushed to the front, sitting down in her own seat and preparing the ship for liftoff. The measures she had taken before in getting ready paid off.

She prayed that Yaka could hurry and help the woman get the kids. Then they could escape. Remembering something from long ago. . ., she tried to center herself and her emotions. It helped her while flying if she was calm within herself. It was something ingrained in her past life. Something she only turned to when measures were drastic.


TAG: Kahn_Iceay, Sir_Draco

 

Corellia, Government plaza and beyond

"I heard of you." The Sith said and kept on walking, forcing the young Jedi to follow him or he would loose him. "Your father mentioned you once."

The old man made his way towards the plaza nearby, where people were selling goods as if it was a market place. Turmoil was there, as people seemed to surround a scene which could not be seen from where they were standing. "And my people call me Darth Lagore. Or simply Lagore, if you prefer that." He sighed and slowly began to walk around the crowd and the yet unseen scene they were all witnessing. "I am here to ursurp the Republic´s hold on Corellia, obviously. And to end the war. Why are you here? To rejoin your order and slaughter more innecoents in the name of the force?" Mockery played around his lips. Yet, Urijah probably recognized the hand of the old man never left his robes. Certainly he had a lightsaber under those clothings.

Tag: Jumpin_Jesus

 

Erian Serenni

Enroute to Justice​

Erian knew which way Lila had been thinking the moment he voiced it. Although he disliked childpushers, he disliked it even more when children were killed simply because it was too difficult to recruit them or they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. He gave her a dark look as he spoke coldly, "Any children found are to be captured unharmed. We will not resort to the same immorality of the Sith. We become no better than that which we are fighting."​

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Except we are no better than them.
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He did not wait for her reply and gestured for the Imbued helping him to get him aboard the shuttle and settled into one of the crash seats. Once everyone was on board and secured and the ramp raised, the Jedi Inquisitor closed his eyes and attempted to meditate for the trip up to one of the ships in orbit, grateful for the painkillers numbing the pain in his leg.​

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We force children into our Order and armies, and kill masters for simply voicing against the direction the Order has gone. He knew these things because he had been the executioner of many. Blood stained his hands more than the captured apprentice. And all for what? Was he doing the Will of the Force or was it the will of the Darkside he has been listening to all this time? Master, I wish you were here. You could tell me what I have been missing.​

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But his master was not here and probably would never be. He didn't know where the old man had gone or even if he was still alive. He had seen what Erian had failed to see and quietly left the Order. Erian would not be surprised if the Inquisition found him in the last decade and dealt with him.​

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By the time the shuttle landed in the hanger bay of The Justice, Erian was no more at peace than he had been when he first began this mission. He doubted he would ever be at peace again.​

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TAG: Sir_Draco

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Urijah
Corellia, Government plaza and beyond

Urijah's eyes began to widen slightly as the the Sith Lord finished his sentence, "Your father mentioned you once." Urijah broke his step with the man to look at him curiously. He wondered what his father had said about him.


As he regained his pace with Lagore the people in the marketplace seemed to be congregating around an incident that had occurred recently. He hoped it wasn't related to the death he felt or this new Sith Lord's presence.

Urijah was slightly surprised by his name, he thought he had heard it mentioned by either his master or in a holonet news report when he was a youngling. Feeling extremely foolish, Urijah cursed under his breath for not being able to pin him as a Sith faster. The yellow eyes were the obvious give away, but the absence in the force was not. This man was either extremely gifted in the force, or an alien of some sort, but Urijah began to doubt that possibility. "I am here to usurp the Republic´s hold on Corellia, obviously. And to end the war. Why are you here? To rejoin your order and slaughter more innocent in the name of the force?"

Why am I here..., Urijah thought deeply. He was for sure not here to help in the killing more innocent people that was for sure. "I am here..." Urijah trailed off before picking up again, "I am here to help the Order against "your people". I realized avoiding this problem was doing more harm than good. I intend to do what I think is right, and that is to win the war the right way, without slaughtering whole systems of innocent people. I know I may not be able to influence the Protectorate, but I can try to stop what Jedi or Sith I can from killing more and more innocent people." Urijah remained silent for a moment trying to think of what next to say. "Yet these are my brothers and sisters trying to maintain peace in the galaxy and I must help them, no matter how bad their ways of gaining peace are. I will do what I can to stop it when I come across it....but then again you and your Sith are, in a way my brothers and sisters too, and your ideas of peace aren't as bad as the Republic's, some people will think. In short I'm here to stop any wrong doings I come across committed by either Jedi or Sith." Urijah looked directly at Lagore as they kept walking, "This includes you."

Looking at the old man he took note of his hand never leaving his robe, most likely griping his light saber. As they continued to walk Urijah began to slide his hand onto one of his two light sabers. Hopefully the death in the Government building had nothing to do with Lagore or a possible accomplice. Urijah would have enough trouble dealing with this one Sith, as talented as he was, it had still been five years since his last real duel.


Tag: @Sir_Draco

 

ooc: Disregard the 3rd paragraph in my post and replace it with this, I did not like the way it came out but while i was editing it I went over the 90 minute time limit by accident

Urijah was slightly surprised by his name, he thought he had heard it mentioned by either his master or in a Holonet news report when he was a youngling. Urijah wondered, besides the yellow eyes and the absence in the force Lagore seemed to be a very typical elderly man. He knew this was not true as Sith could be very deceptive and you did not want to underestimate a Sith by any means. As he spoke to Urijah he even seemed to treat him with near felicity, Urijah guessed being the son of the Beastlord came with it's perks at times. "I am here to usurp the Republic´s hold on Corellia, obviously. And to end the war. Why are you here? To rejoin your order and slaughter more innocent in the name of the force?"



Tag: @Sir_Draco

 

IC: Callista
Vjun, Resistance Hideout

“Chit…” In all her vocabulary in all the languages she had stored away in her memory that single word summed up completely the feelings she had about this situation. She didn’t have time to mull it over and find a better term though, she had to act. “Mark!” The moment Toben yelled it she sprang to action rushing towards a few straggling children. There were three of them and they were huddled together, scared, frightened, and confused.​

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She skidded to a halt between them and the incoming solders, firing off a few more shots at any who decided to look in their direction. “I need you to hold on to each other!” She yelled over the blaster fire. She reached onto her belt and pulled out a full charge pack for her blaster, thumbed the activation nub and tossed it into the flood of oncoming line of soldiers. She took aim with her blaster and fired at it hoping the explosion from the compressed gas inside the pack would buy some time.​

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“Ok hold on!” She spun around and wrapped her arms around the kids, tight enough for grip but not tight enough to hurt them. Lifting them up from the ground she took off running towards the ramp of the ship. “We’re going to get you out of here.” She tried to sound calm, hoping in some way to calm the kids down, because being huddled and carried like this could not be comfortable, but it was necessary.​

Tag: Sir_Draco & spycoder9

 

ooc: My brother said he´d update later today, so I wanted to throw in my update, beofre leaving for holidays.

Lora Skywalker
The Battle of Nesron

Even the beasts were retreating.

Even they obeyed the echo through the force cmmanding them.

Retreating. They were all retreating. Covered in dust and her green glowing blade in her hand she watched the Sith withdraw from the field. Someone had ordered them back, despise the fact they had clearly been winning the day. Maybe the planet and the war would have been theirs, too. Breathing heavy Lora watched the last of the beasts vanish in the cloud of dust and breathed out one final time and as she took in air, she calmed herself. Anger was a powerful ally, but one that could cloud your judgment, too. She needed a head as clear as possible now. They would probably credit her appearance to be the reason of the Sith giving up for this day, but she doubted that was true. She had killed dozens, maybe a hundred of them. But they would have won this battle anyway. They were too many on this planet. The War Council had abandoned the Node to easily and was now not able to push troops back in fast enough to defend the last planets from falling. Once the Quarian Reach was in the hands of the Sith the battle would come to the Republic.

Lora knew that and she knew that would also mean they were loosing the war. She had to stop it and to do so she had to stop the Council as much as the Sith. They had to recognize her fate, they had to accept her destiny. She, not the silent old man dubbed THE ONE, no she was the Chosen One. A Skywalker. She would stop the Sith, she alone. But the council considered her thoughts something of a heresy. They needed her, therefore the Inquisition had yet to investigate the little cult she was assembling within the Jedi´s ranks, but one day they would come for her. If she did not come for them first.

Nesron would be the beginning. She had come here to take leadership from the weaekened Jedi´s ranks. Once she resumed control of the fleet and troops here she would organise the defense of the Republic space, she would fight the sith and no matter if she had a mandate or not, the Jedi would follow her. Which meant, the next step was to actually assume leadership here.

Slwoly she turned to the second line of defense. her green blade vanished into the hilt with a hiss and she attached it back to her belt. Step by step she neared the Jedi´s defenses not shwoing hurry, exhaustion or anger. she simply joined her brothers, reaching out in the force to find the strongest presence in the force around. Whoever had command after the death of so many Generals here, she had to deal with him quickly.

"Arek, I need you in the command center." She send vthe message to the commanding officer of the Atlas group and hissed out air.

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The Battle of Nesron

Master Lediath send a look to Vencin Derun and then sighed. “You´ll see she is hard to kill. I can still feel her.” He smiled at the dusty cloud that lay over the former battlefield as indeed a lone figure walked towards the Jedi. Lora Skywalker.

Others were in much more of a hurry. Bringing the wounded and a single dead Jedi back into their lines Terryn Kae had lead the remaining Imbued back to the main army. And it was exactly then he saw the familiar face. Vencin Derun and Terryn Kae had met before. Once. On Bakura.




Vencin had become a legend among Jedi as being the young Padawan who had warned the Republic of the Sith´s presence, or at least about the rebellion. Terryn Kae was one of the Jedi who had come to Bakura with Master Fel and had fought to regain the planet. The Invisible Sith. The sith they never saw while fighting, who never left proof of their existence and who left the doubt if Sith were ever involved in many minds.
Terryn Kae had been part of the Jedi who had ordered the bombardment of the planet. And Vencin Derun had ever since lived with the truth he had called them to a planet that had done little other mistake than disobey.

“In the time of war disobedience is treachery, my friends.” The words of Master Fel had never left anybody who had heard them that day. And the galaxy had become a much more obedient place.


Janus stepped next to Vencin and looked at Terryn Kae who escorted his wounded into the camp behind the second line. “Isn´t that Kae?” He asked and rubbed his throat.




Above the former battlefield, on top of the hills that had covered the Sith approach Lord Vibre awaited his “pets”. The other Sith stepped back when they saw the approaching beasts. But he smiled. “You have showed you live up to your promise, Mufassa.” He gave one of the rare compliments. “Now you shall feast on something different. The High Lords call for a meeting and if I read the situation right, there shall be a nice little feast for you.” He turned and stepped away from the regular army and crossed the hills to a small group a dark creatures assembling nearby in the ruins of an old temple. “You found her, did you? You faced Skywalker?”
Curiosity and respect, two rare attributes were in Vibre´s voice. The war changed many things and brought forth sides of Mufassa´s creator never seen before.

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Corellia, Plaza

„Well,“ the elder Sith smiled almost generously was his gesture as he stepped closer ot the crowd. “That plan seems a little . . . unpractical. If you turn on a Jedi your fellow brothers will hunt you down. So how would you stop them from their crimes?” Lagore looked at Urijah. “Would you turn against your brothers? Against your order?” A gesture of his hand and the crowd seemed to part before Urijah and the old man and a bitter smile appeared on Lagore´s lips. “Because the only man killing innocents here seems to be a Jedi.” He hissed and then Urijah saw the blonde man standing amidst the crowd and the three Selonian´s on their knees before him. The blonde man had an ignited lightsaber in his left with a brilliant blue blade and his other hand was extended into a grip that seemed to hold only air. Yet three Selonian´s were on their knees gasping for a single breathe. One collapsed in front of him and the blue eyes of the Inquisitor eyed the remaining two. “Where is Cilarn!” He hissed. “Tell me and I´ll let the one who talks life.”

There was something else about this young and blonde Jedi. He was wearing the white and golden robes of the Jedi Inquisition.

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Ooc: Vjun comes soon, tomorrow latest

 

Urijah
Corellia, Government plaza and beyond

Unfortunately Lagore was right. Urijah would have to take some sort of stand somewhere. As much as he hated it, at one point he would have to side with one of his "families". Urijah had two families in this, the Jedi, his adoptive parents and the Sith, his biological parents.

Or maybe....A third group could rise in this war? His friends far, far away that had aided him in his time of need and him in theirs? During the course of his stint in Wild Space and Unknown regions Urijah had made a considerable amount of friends. These "friends" tended to be royal alien Princes and Princesses whom Urijah had the honor to be a bodyguard to who's parents governed over large and small areas. This would be hard though, trips to and back to these places took about one month and Urijah's cause was led by a whole one person. No doubt at some point Urijah would be brutally hunted down by his Order and eventually tortured to the point of being seduced by the dark side. He needed something big to hide him, massive ranks of men where he could easily melt into. He shelved the ideas and went back to the matter at hand.

The decision was made here as Urijah looked in horror at the Jedi strangling the three Selonians yelling for Cilarn. That was the second thing thrust into his mental plan. If the Inquisition was looking for Cilarn it was only a matter of time before he was hunted down and captured. Urijah couldn't let that happen to a Jedi who only wanted to help the poor plagued race.

"Meet me in landing bay 15 in an hour, there we will talk about my return to my brethren once I deal with this fool and speak with a friend of mine." There was a mix of anger and disappointment in his voice as he spoke to Lagore truly disappointed at the choice he had to make. Good would come out of it soon though, Urijah hoped.

Moving to the front of the parted crown Urijah met the gaze of the yellow robed Jedi. There was a soft smack as he silently summoned his light saber to his hand. A fizzling broke the eerie silence as the saber sprung alive in a burst of teal. He stood their waiting for the Jedi to re-act to him.

ooc: I'm going to have Urijah use one of his sabers for now because two seems too hard right now with my amount of of experience. He still has the other one on his belt, but he's just not using it

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