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Star Wars The Grey Way

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  1. The Vanguard

    The Vanguard Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 12, 2016
    IC: Icharis
    Grey Sanctuary, Oratory

    Icharis tuned in ever so intently to hear the answer to his questions.

    “You are here because the Force has lead you here, however, whether you remain here or not, that is entirely up to you. Let it be known, that should you choose the later, it is quite unlikely that you will find us again.”

    He knew what the Gardener said was true, and it was all starting to come together.

    “Riddles, by the way, encourage critical thinking and associative analysis. It helps boost mental growth and acumen. Without the ability to solve riddles, we become mere automatons. Incapable of resolving seemingly random complexities. We would lack spontaneity and imagination. Don’t you agree?”

    Icharis nodded in agreement as he sat back in his seat, reflecting on all the wisdom dispensed. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning.

    This is the place I felt! This is the place I was looking for! His eyes widened at how much he had missed up to this point. Fear of the Empire caused him to suppress and ignore his 'hidden sense' that led him here from the get-go.

    The next moments began to flow quickly.

    “As I said, this is a place of learning and growth, our purpose is to teach the next generation of unconventional force users.”
    Without any prompting or technical communication, everyone here was brought together by the Force, amazing! Icharis felt slightly silly for missing this when he first arrived. But he didn't let it bother him, he had plenty reason to be leery.

    “Many are called, but few are chosen.”

    These words rang loud in confirmation within him.

    “There is no Empire here…”

    “There is no zealotry, there is moderation..."

    “There is no pride, there is humility…”

    “There is no hate, there is love…”

    “There is no good or evil, there is no light or dark…”

    “There is the Force.”

    The bearded man closed his eyes for a moment as he took a breath. His staff began to shimmer and then glow. White energy coalesced at the tip, then rose to the chamber’s ceiling, where it spun, then shot-out, passing harmlessly through and out of sight.

    I'm definitely in the right place, Icharis whispered to Q.

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  2. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Ezzuk in what appears to be the Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    As he began to address the new arrivals, Ezzuk noted the receeding, waxing and waning of another's presence without the usual distance. It was the sensation of one simply fading away like the backwash of an fast burn acceleration.

    The 'Gardener' at least replied to his statement. Perhaps this was the way of these, one did not ask without stating? Perhaps. He had run across stranger things in the depths of the stars.

    The Gardener nodded his head respectfully before answering. “And that you will. A true fleet of like minded beings we will be.” The man's words gave echo to the very idea of what it meant to be Ebruchi, Ebruchi was not just what he was, it was who he was.

    Before more could be said in turn, another voice was heard, this time from a human with obvious cybernetic implants. Always had to eat around such things, and tended to have 'surprise' unappetizing portions with those additions.

    “Excuse me,” said the man. “I'm not supposed to be here. My ship got caught in the gravity well and I was forced to land. Also, enough riddles, what is the real purpose of this place? Are you allies of the Empire?"

    Gardener offered a respectful nod to the human before answering.

    “You are here because the Force has lead you here, however, whether you remain here or not, that is entirely up to you. Let it be know, that should you choose the later, it is quite unlikely that you will find us again.”

    A small pause followed, Ezzuk turned this knowledge over in his mind. He knew the way, he was born amongst these stars. It was no blind jump here, it was following clues and his own knowledge of these wilds that the fleets of his kindred yet flew no matter their outward form with hidden bases never entered into a ships computer but known to mind and the stars that kept the next generation and the resources they had gathered.

    “Riddles, by the way, encourage critical thinking and associative analysis. It helps boost mental growth and acumen. Without the ability to solve riddles, we become mere automatons. Incapable of resolving seemingly random complexities. We would lack spontaneity and imagination. Don’t you agree?”

    A pleasant smile adorned the gardener’s countenance as he took a single step forward, his staff tapping the floor as he did so and creating an audible echo around the chamber.

    “As I said, this is a place of learning and growth, our purpose is to teach the next generation of unconventional force users.”

    The Gardener looked upon each individual present, his green eyes steady, his gaze bespeaking of wisdom yet to be imparted.

    “Many are called, but few are chosen.”

    interesting words, for it bespoke that all may not be.

    “There is no Empire here…” the Gardener intoned with casual ease.

    Yeah, no competition for these if they were the ones he truly sought.

    “There is no zealotry, there is moderation..."

    Zealots were the worst, even if they were for you they were shifty and could kill you just to help you.

    “There is no pride, there is humility…”

    Wait. . .what? This one needed explanation. Pride was synonymous with rank, shown and warn as though additions to your very skin as his own pile of animal hides showed. Humility was to be subserviant to those with higher rank, better stories in their hides and greater pride. How could their be one without the other?

    “There is no hate, there is love…”

    Whatever.

    “There is no good or evil, there is no light or dark…”

    Blazing Chains would approve, and so he was willing to take this at face value.

    “There is the Force.”

    Always.

    The bearded man closed his eyes for a moment as he took a breath. His staff began to shimmer and then glow. White energy coalesced at the tip, then rose to the chamber’s ceiling, where it spun, then shot-out, passing harmlessly through and out of sight.

    Ezzuk was amazed and noisily exhaled with a hiss, he felt power in that. So much power. If ever there had been a doubt that he was at the right place after all of this, that dispelled it.

    “What else would you like to know?” He asked the gathered group, as if nothing had occurred.

    Behind the group, the Zabrak was just out of sight as he was quiet. His head was bowed and his eyes closed, his head half-tilted, a posture that could be construed as concentration.

    Looking back and then forward he had to tilt his head. "Are the orbs apart of him?"

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  3. DarthIshyZ

    DarthIshyZ Chosen One star 8

    Registered:
    Jan 8, 2005
    IC: Gildar
    In space around Decameron Alpha

    Gildar was running. He had to. You tend to have to when you've killed someone. And when that someone was your master, you tend to have guards after you pretty quickly. He stole a ship to get away and tried to get into hyperspace to get away from them. Some random coordinates to just get lost. The guards following him were good, though. They followed him.

    When he came out of hyperspace, he saw a system. So, where is he now? Definitely uncharted. There was a forested planet that seemed to be... calling to him. The forest meant he should be able to breathe there, at least. A plan was forming in his head. A head that was sweating profusely.

    His ship shook. It had taken a couple shots already and wouldn't last much longer.

    His master deserved what she'd got. She was mean to everyone. Master Holmcoff had actually killed many of his fellow slaves. It didn't make sense to Gildar. She'd just have to buy more slaves if she kills them. Gildar had actually taken several beatings. Master didn't kill him mainly because he was Force Sensitive. She had had to pay more for him.

    One day Gildar just couldn't take it any more. And now Master Holmcoff was dead. He'd had to kill one more person, too. The chambers guard so that he could get away. It was actually quite easy. Just squeeze their brains and they turn to mush.

    So what is the plan? He knew if he had used an escape pod, he would be shot down. Perhaps he could use that to his benefit, though. Yes! Perfect. Then with the opening from the pod he could jump out of the ship. There was a bit of cloud cover a few kilometers away. Now he put his plan into motion.

    First he pointed the ship in the right direction. He wanted to make it look as if the ship was abandoned so he wouldn't have to steer. Maybe the guard would give up if he thought Gildar was dead. He pressed a few buttons. The escape pod ejected. As predicted, the guard blew it out of the sky. The hole that had been the escape pod had been covered by an iris enclosure. Gildar used his Force power to open that iris once he had started to hit atmosphere. Now he just waited and looked out the viewport. As soon as he was inside one of the bigger clouds, he jumped through the hole. The ship continued on. The guard ship didn't seem to see him. It followed the ship.

    Gildar had jumped from multi-story roofs before, but this was quite different. He was free falling out of the sky toward the forest below. Had to, really. Any parachute would give him away. The trees approached surprisingly fast. Now that he got closer, he could see there were some vines and underbrush. Maybe he would survive this. He hit the main part of the tree and broke through. Caught a vine and slowed his fall still more, then landed in the underbrush.

    The fact that it actually worked was surprising, to say the least. His back hurt. His hands had friction burns. He had cuts all over his body. And his left wrist hurt like hell, sprained maybe, but not broken. His legs worked, too. He was able to walk, well, limp.
    He had seen a settlement nearby, so he started in that direction. Perhaps he could steal some food there.

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    IC: Alejac Ridacuf, Guard for Jilljan Holmcoff
    Chasing Gildar's ship

    This slave has always been trouble. Now it was time for him to die. Alejac had known some Force sensitives before coming into Jilljan's service. He knew it was a bad idea for her to buy this one. Time after time Alejac or one of the other guards had to punish Gildar. Now Jilljan was dead. Alejac would have to find a new employer, but if he loses this joker that new job will be tough to get.

    He has to admit the slave had some skills. He stole the right ship. And he was piloting it reasonably well. Alejac had tagged him a couple times, though. It had taken some skills on Alejac's part, too. Following Gildar through hyperspace to this system would have been impossible if the ships systems hadn't been connected.

    What happened next was unusual. Gildar had to have had some kind of mental lapse to think that an escape pod would work. The ships targeting system caught the pod immediately, and Alejac had destroyed it. That couldn't have been Gildar's thinking, though. That was too obvious. Alejac continued to follow the ship all the way to ground. Then he saw the ship crash and explode. Most beings he would give up right away. Gildar, not a chance. He's shown he is capable.

    He saw a settlement nearby. If Gildar was still alive he would head there. Alejac set the controls to go there so he can ask about searching the surrounding forest. And, maybe they would have a job for him.

    Alejac piloted the shuttle to the settlement and walked up to the first being he found. "I need to speak to someone in authority here. I've tracked a felon to your planet. He should be in this viscinity. I need permission to search the local area for him or his body."
     
  4. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    Aicurn Ihi IC:
    ~Edge of Civilization, Decameron Alpha~

    The fun with the floating remote droid was over all too soon. Such things were always over all too soon. The soft mechanical cooing turned to a warning squeal, flashing lights accompanying it.

    Aicurn snatched her hand back and jumped slightly, caught by surprise.

    "Qa?"

    Almost as soon as the word was out of her mouth, did she hear the growl. It was impossible for it not to catch her attention. Slowly she turned her head in the direction the sustained predatory sound emanated from.

    Two of them. Lowered to the ground in mid-stalk, eyes leering, muscles tensing. Her own eyes widening.

    Run, child. Run!

    That savior voice came to her again and it nearly made her jump again, which she immediately let herself use the motion to just spin around and take off. She didn't need to look back to know that the moment she made the sudden motion of even spinning, it made the predators lurch toward her.

    Ryloth was full of many dangers as well and while she had never been in this particular situation before, she had heard tales in the past…

    She much preferred they had stayed as tales though!

    Aicurn'ihi didn't even watch as she ran. Almost feeling every time one of the felines pounced in an attack instead, though the remote that remained with her seemed to be defending her with something. She didn't bother to look to see how.

    All she knew was that she had to get away. Like the voice said. She needed to run, run, run!

    The sound of one of the creatures was getting louder, getting closer. She was doomed!

    Then came the brief flash of white. Blinded, but only for a couple seconds, she knew she had no time to wonder. Just. Keep. Running.

    On and on her feet pounded the dirt and grass beneath her, twisting through the trees and leaping over logs. For every natural crossroad or beaten path, instincts seemed to kick in and tell her which way to angle or turn.

    A small bit of movement to her right caused her to look over, but she noticed it was only the remote now keeping up with her. Good.

    No time for sighs of relief.

    How long had she been running? She didn't think she had run this far without being winded for some time, but that didn't matter right now. Details would come later for now…

    What was that? Her eyes narrowed as she slowed only barely. In the distance, between the trees, a structure looming larger upon her approach.

    A temple? In this place?

    Offering a momentary glance over her shoulder, she gave a mental shrug…and kept going.

    She wouldn't stop till she knew she was safe, no matter how bad she'd be gasping for breath by the end.

    Never in the young twi'lek's wildest dreams would she ever imagine that her very spirit was being inexorably pulled, called, to this very place.

    Nonetheless. She had arrived.

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  5. Darth Master Titus

    Darth Master Titus Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Dec 10, 2014
    Julius Agrippa
    Grey Sanctuary, Oratory

    Finally arriving at the Oratory, Julius could see how many newcomers were gathering. It was sort of a relief that he wasn't the only one here. The group seemed to be gathering around one person in particular, a man who commanded attention, and not because he craved it.

    Others had begun asking the man questions, and for each question, he had an answer. It almost seemed too good to be true.

    In truth, Julius did not know much about the Force. He had learned a great deal as a child and teenager, or so he thought. Being here amongst other Force users showed him how little he knew, since many of them were more powerful in the Force than him, yet they still flooded the bearded man with questions.

    Julius had entered his forties just a year prior, having two decades to hone his proficiency in the Force. But not much learning had occurred in those twenty some-odd years. Most of his time he spent meditating, reaching out to other Jedi through the Force. No call was returned, however. Agrippa almost viewed himself as pathetic. A former Jedi with such a baseline understanding of the Force at his age... He wished to amend this during his time on this unknown planet.

    One could only imagine how frustrating it must be waiting on a call for twenty years with no reply. This is how Julius felt. Betrayed by silence. No one there to teach him how to listen to the Force and to understand its calling, not just acknowledge its presence.

    He tried getting a read on everyone gathered around, some were easier to read than others. For sure, the most common feeling in the Oratory would have to have been uncertainty, and curiosity. Julius also could sense the shortening of patience with some of the answers given by the one named Polmath.

    Julius himself was still feeling uncertainty about this whole situation. What was their true purpose of being here? Just to learn? He did not have answers, which is most likely why he found himself on Decameron Alpha to begin with.

    He kept a safe distance from the group, and kept to himself. Julius did not view himself as outgoing, so he avoided introductions as best he could. He was sure he'd get more answers when things died down. But with more newcomers entering the Grey Sanctuary, it might be a while until he got some answers.

    What was certain however was Polmath loved speaking in riddles, and deciphering them would be a blast, Julius sarcastically said to himself.

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  6. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Grey Sanctuary grounds
    Side entrance

    Perhaps the young man had been too focused on his light injuries to notice or hear the feral fauna stalking him during his short jaunt to the structure he had seen, or maybe he did hear them, which very likely spurred him on at a quick pace.

    Still, the creatures that stalked him did not attack. It was almost as if something kept them from doing so, something unknown and unseen.

    Gildar, who was limping and favoring a leg, finally reached a side entrance. The ramp was framed by plants and the door seemed far away, but with a surge of will power and the need to survive, he pressed on. He did not hesitate to open the door, which was strangely unlocked. Or maybe that’s how they did things on low population planets. It didn’t much matter.

    The newcomer entered and found himself in some kind of storage area. The crates were neatly organized in sections. Around a particularly large stack, there was an empty desk with a chair. But the thing that would draw Gildar’s attention, would not be the effects on the desk, but the unattended meal that was set upon it. Did it belong to someone? Or was it waiting for him?

    Unbeknownst to Gildar, there was another occupant in the room. From the ceiling, a single flying remote remained still, and out of sight, as its central eye blinked, focusing on him and getting a much closer look at the newcomer, almost as if trying to decipher his intentions.

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    Outdoor Garden

    Alejac had not seen the landing platform, simply because it was not for him to see. Instead, the guard-turned-hunter made his landing near one of the outdoor gardens, where a small clearing beckoned.

    Upon landing, he saw a figure walking past a nearby dome, some sort of green house, quite likely, and making its way to him. The figure was clad in dark robes and became clearer only as it neared.

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    Now they were face to face and he could see that it was a female with striking eyes. Her dark cloak surrounded her like a shroud and her hood was up. She also appeared to be weaponless. By her very posture, she seemed to be ‘someone in authority’, but despite that, she remained silent and regarded him with penetrating curiosity, allowing him to speak first.

    “I need to speak to someone in authority here. I’ve tracked a felon to your planet. He should be in this vicinity. I need permission to search the local area for him or his body.” Alejac informed in an officious manner.

    The woman smiled thinly.

    “This is a place of sanctuary. There are no felons here, so you’ve no need to search for any.”

    The woman informed him, matching his officious manner, then she looked past him.

    “If anyone lives or dies in the savage garden, it is because the force wills it.”

    A brief pause followed with no other explanation.

    “Now, is there anything else you require?”

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    Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    So far, the morning was progressing well, despite appearances. True growth could only take place through trials, some which were visible and occurred on the physical plane, while others did not.

    Polmath himself could see the challenge he had been presented with this time around. To guide a new generation of greys. The Sith and the Jedi had it easy by comparison, but he would not have it any other way. This was an immeasurable honor, one he’d partaken in for a very long time.

    The Gardener dismissed the fleeting thought easily enough, as he took in the scene that unfolded before him. It seemed the Ebruchi was less daunted by the current situation than the rest of the new arrivals and offered up another question.

    The Ebruchi looked back towards Galvan, then back to his host: “Are the orbs a part of him?”

    “Indeed, they are…” Polmath answered with a nod. “Galvan has a connection with them. Much like a parent is connected to their offsprings, or so he has told me.”

    The Gardener reflected on his own words for a brief moment, a light smile brought on by a memory appeared on his face.

    “We are all connected, on various levels. Some connections are stronger than others and can be strengthened to reach greater heights, while some can erode and grow weaker, while others can even be broken.”

    A brief shadow passed over Polmath’s eyes at that last part.

    “You are all here because you have a connection to the force, but beyond that, you also have something else. The potential for possibilities outside established conventions. Knowledge must be balanced by wisdom and power by humility. In time, if you wish it, you will know fully what I mean.”

    The bearded man chuckled in a fatherly manner, as if remembering something.

    “There will be enough time for philosophy and mystery, forgive my indulgence. You already know who I am. You can continue to ask your questions, but pray introduce yourselves as we go along, yes?”

    Tag: @Darth Master Titus, @The Vanguard, @Mikaboshi, @Sinrebirth, @Mitth_Fisto

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    Grey Sanctuary
    Hallways

    Once they had entered the structure, the flying remote bleeps happily at Aicurn.

    The two were inside some kind of garden, comprised mostly of small rocks and vegetation. Larger rocks jutted out from the ground like islands, throughout the garden. Though the rocks covering the ground were mostly of a slate color, there were many other polished rock formations of varying colors and design.

    It was a peaceful place, which felt strong and steady, firm and grounded, yet subtly loose and interconnected.

    The flying remote issued a series of beeps, getting the female twi’leks attention before flitting off to what looked like an exit. After convincing Aicurn to follow, the remote bounced happily through the air, leading her through several hallways, which were well lit. Tapestries hung from them as well as inspirational writing. There were accompanying images as well, some which seemed otherworldly.

    Eventually, the flying remote guided Aicurn to a hall that would lead to an area with an open door. The young twi’lek female would be able to see light coming through, as well as hear the sound of someone speaking. Should she peek in, Aicurn would be sure to see the many sentients that were within the chamber, and a bearded man speaking at its center.


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  7. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    Victus
    Wraith
    A Most Non-Standard Orbit, Unknown Planet

    Despite what seemed to be going on, Victus seemed undisturbed by the events unfolding. In fact if one had to place a word on how his expression turned, it would read more as annoyed than anything else. Letting out an exasperated sigh the Inquisitor turned and gazed out the forward viewport at the planet, eyes glaring with frustration.

    “It would seem you do not want me to arrive, however I have spent far too much of my life obeying the will of another. So no... You have no say in this.” Taking in a breath Victus closed his eyes and focused his mind. Not on him, not on the anomaly behind them, but his crew. Some of the men he’d known for nearly a decade, others nearly two years. They had lived, and bled, and fought together. They were all brothers and sisters, in Arms and more, they had a connection, a connection Victus could use.

    Calm yourselves... Focus on my voice, focus on our task.” He could feel their uncertainty, their fear, it was understandable, because they did not know. “The Force does not work this way. The laws of the Universe are a constant, even the Force cannot change it to this degree. Look to the world before us, it sits pristine, untouched by what should rightfully be tearing it apart.”

    Reaching out with the Force he focused on his navigators, “Reach out, grasp your controls.” He felt them comply, and knowing the ships as he had he could feel that the throttles had been pulled back, and the ships were fighting themselves to go both forward and backwards. “We are being lied to. Focus your minds, focus on our task. We seek our friend, our compatriot.”

    He pushed his hand forward, and felt the throttles move forward. “It does not want us here, but it does not know us, and it has no say. Remember who we are, we are the Shadow Vanguard. We are not who we were. We did not abandon our Empire, our Empire abandoned us, abandoned its people. We are beyond that, we are united. We are brothers, we are one.”

    Every voice on the ships echoed the words. “We are brothers, we are one.”

    Grasping the amulet that hung around his neck Victus turned and in his mind's eye he could see this, singularity, this force that supposedly threatened his men. “I do not know you. I do not know what you seek to hide. But while we are no threat to you, you threaten our family, and you keep us from our Brother.” Victus focused on the amulet, on himself, the ships, the singularity, his men, his brothers here and the one down below.

    There is only the Force, and the will to use it. And my will, our will, our purpose, is greater than yours, and we seek only to pass.” Reaching out he focused his will, and the will of all his followers, their desire to find their compatriot, their brother. “We are Brothers, we are One, and We are one with the Force. Now begone.” Then with the strength and purpose of hundreds of minds bound together in a singular will through the bonds of Battle Meditation Victus waved his hand and willed this illusion away.

    The Lord Inquisitor, would be playing no more games today, not where his family was concerned.

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  8. Kev-Mas_Colcha

    Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 15, 2002
    Kev-Mas Colcha
    Decameron Alpha
    Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Pool of Reflection
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    Kev-Mas, sensing the apparent danger that threatened his comrade and crew began to panic. He trusted Victus’ abilities to get himself out of trouble, but the wonders of Decameron Alpha were far beyond what he had ever experienced before, and likely that of what Victus had experienced as well. While he knew that his resourcefulness could get him out of trouble, he also knew that it was just as easily capable of getting him into trouble if he was not careful, and with how he could sometimes be a little too confident in his abilities that was a frequent possibility. While Kev-Mas had never witnessed such a failure from Victus he always knew in the back of his mind that it might eventually happen, and he constantly ran such scenarios through his head as to prepare for the event in which his pride would risk a fall. Pride such as the overwhelming sense of pride Kev-Mas had been sensing from him today, that was ironically equal in strength to his own pride, if not stronger thanks to his attempts to restrain it while centering himself.

    He reached out towards his friend, and noticed the exact predicament that Victus seemed to be in. Kev-Mas lacked the intricate knowledge of a great deal of things that Victus was proficient in, such as in this case, science. While the apparent presence of a singularity pushing the Wraith away from the planet seemed impossibly odd to Victus, allowing him to see through the illusion, Kev-Mas saw no issue with it. So, when Victus channeled the ancient art of Battle Meditation, pulling himself and his crew out of the illusion to continue to stand strong and push onwards, Kev-Mas only fell into a further state of panic, compounded by his confusion towards the actions of his brother in arms.

    With this intense state of panic, he was no longer centered properly. His mind was out of control, and his grip on the ability known as the Art of the Small was lost. No longer was he invisible to the eyes of the Force, and any Force sensitives in the immediate area might be able to sense not only him but an intense state of panic and confusion blaring out.

    Even worse, is that these intense negative emotions were the very things that were perfect for triggering another episode with his pesky branding. With an intense burning pain, the mark of the Emperor’s Hand lashed out against Kev-Mas, attempting to make use of the situation to pull him back to the darkness.

    Kev-Mas let out a blood-curdling scream, as if his heart was slowly being lit aflame and fell to the ground, convulsing and flailing about rapidly in an unconscious state.

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  9. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Jul 12, 2005
    Leto
    Decameron Alpha, Oratory

    "In time, if you wish it, you will know fully what I mean."

    Indeed, Leto wished it, in time. The present must be dedicated to his learning, or rather, his unlearning. He smiled to himself, amused by his thoughts.

    “There will be enough time for philosophy and mystery, forgive my indulgence. You already know who I am. You can continue to ask your questions, but pray introduce yourselves as we go along, yes?"

    Having noticed a man standing a bit separate from the group Leto motioned to him, Julius would be sure to see him. ”I've not met you yet, name's Leto, yours?" Before any answer could come from the man a horrible piercing scream filled the oratory, with it a flood of intense emotion. It was all centered around the Crimson Dagger, a man that Leto had even forgotten was in the room...it was curious such an important detail slipped his mind, he would ponder that later.

    The bewilderment within in Leto was apparent to all who saw his face, he didn't even know how to react to what he was seeing. He was no doctor, no far from that, he had rudimentary first aid knowledge but nothing that would assistance the now convulsing man. Not long ago Leto would have just killed him for being a liability and walked away, now he wondered at what the right thing to do was.

    He had only known the man formally for a short while, far less than an hours time, and he had seen erratic mood swings and now he was having some form of seizure. He considered suggesting that the man be detained, for his own safety of course. Or would it in fact be better to end his suffering? If it was an act of mercy rather than hate, would that be appropriate? Leto found himself confused, he had not been here long, he still struggled with issues of morality that were not clearly defined.

    He would have to discuss this with Polmath at a later time, for now he kind of felt obligated to do....something. He looked around the room at the others, "Is there a doctor in the room?"

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  10. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Decameron Alpha
    Planetary Orbit

    Their bond was their strength and their leader was the fulcrum on which their fate rested. Not only was he the fulcrum, but the pendulum as well. Lord Victus marshaled his crew under his leadership, calling on their unity which was reinforced by his unwavering focus and his abilities in the force.

    The Echani leader was a being who possessed deep convictions and a mighty will, but neither of those qualities were in question. His intentions however, were another matter.

    The effects of the micro singularity subsided, allowing the ship to sail on and continue on its course. It would be Victus himself who would know that he had dispelled the powerful illusion which had gripped him and his crew, but more profoundly, he would know that he had passed an important test.

    As a man of science, he had misgivings about what he was experiencing, and with good enough reason. However, it would not be the first time that men of learning would be faced with events that would shatter what they decided to be possible or not. The Force would forever remain inscrutable, even to them.

    As it was, Lord Victus, who held no ill-intent, was free to continue on his way. His mission was partially complete, now that he had a fixed location on his friend.

    Tag: @Kahn_Iceay

    ****
    Grey Sanctuary
    Pool of Reflection

    Kev-Mas, sensing ‘danger’ through his connection to Lord Victus, seemed to have transformed the grey jedi’s concern into fear.

    Fear for Lord Victus’ safety and that of his crew. And fear, was a portal through which the darkside was known to manifest itself. It was at the point when Kev-Mas had lost control of his ‘center’ that the darkside brand sought to control him.

    Burning pain, mind-bending agony and despair were the reward for his lapse.

    Kev-Mas let out a blood-curdling scream, which carried through the sanctuary hallways. The former Emperor’s Hand fell on the floor, convulsing and flailing about as the darkside sought to assert its dominance anew.

    Without a doubt, all within the sanctuary could feel his anguish through the force, and it was quite likely that Lord Victus could sense it as well.

    This was the first time the Crimson Dagger ever had such an episode within the Grey Sanctuary. What damage he could do to himself, his surroundings or any other being was unknown. Of a truth, it would be best not to find out.

    Tag: @Kev-Mas_Colcha

    ************
    Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    The scream which reverberated through the Oratory was carried with it a disturbance in the force.

    The Gardener turned his head and gazed in the direction of the disturbance, almost as if he were able to see through walls.

    Leto, would have to wait for introductions much later.

    Kev-Mas Colcha…” the bearded man breathed out. “He is in great pain. He has gone to the Pool of Radiance.”

    Polmath was already on the move, quite swiftly for someone his age.

    “Leto. Your assistance, if you please.” The Gardener intoned calmly as he exited the Oratory, robes flowing in his wake.

    “The rest of you, stay a safe distance behind.” He called out behind him.

    With those words, the gardener rounded the corner and disappeared down the hall.

    Galvan moved to the door and watched Polmath exit the oratory.

    “It will be fine.” He asserted, as he addressed the rest of the newcomers.


    Tag: @Mikaboshi, @Darth Master Titus, @The Vanguard, @Darth_Elu, @Mitth_Fisto, @Sinrebirth
     
  11. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    Victus
    Wraith
    in descent

    The illusion passed, and the ships settled back onto their course. The two escorts slowly coming into stationary orbits while the Wraith continued on course to where Victus had sensed Colcha. The Echani’s brow furrowed, and many thoughts filled his mind. It took a great deal of power to cause an illusion on a scale of which his crew had seen, but more, Victus had seen it. His experience with the universe, how he studied the ways of the Force and all the science available to the Empire that he could manage had let him see through it, he had none the less seen it.

    This bothered Victus on a number of levels, because it meant that whomever, or whatever had willed such an illusion was strong enough to fool his vision. That meant that the Inquisitor would need to be on his guard, but at the same time he felt as though he would not have to deal with such situations again, as though he had, for one reason or another, appeased this, things questions of him. And that, unsettled him even more.

    Not however, as much as his sudden lack of ability to feel or sense his friend. Kev-Mas’ presence had been a solidified thing, and yet in all the commotion and focus of overcoming the illusion he’d lost it. There was a brief flare of fear, that could have easily been his crew, then pain and finally, nothing. He leaned forward over the back of an empty chair overlooking the navigation pit. “Have us descend as quickly as is possible without putting the ship at risk. Something has gone awry with Lord Colcha and I fear the worst.”

    Fear. Fear the said, lead to the Darkside. A path that Victus knew well. This place, he felt, would not take too kindly to the dark. “There is only the Force,” he said again to himself. “And the will to use it.” As the heat of friction began to wash up across the ships view port, as the atmosphere began to drag against the ship, trying to force it away in re-entry Victus steeled his resolve.


    This was just another mystery to solve. Another challenge to overcome. If any group could do it, it would be his people. Or so he hoped.

    Tag: greyjedi125, any with a clear line of sight to see a ship entering atmospher
     
  12. DarthIshyZ

    DarthIshyZ Chosen One star 8

    Registered:
    Jan 8, 2005
    IC: Alejac Ridacuf, Guard for Jilljan Holmcoff
    Decameron Alpha

    A girl. Grand. Alejac raised an eyebrow as she spoke. It was one thing to serve Jilljan. She had money and could pay for her respect. This girl looked like she didn't have anything to her name except the clothes on her back. Maybe there was someone else, but Alejac would need to get by her first.

    He considered her words carefully.
    • “This is a place of sanctuary. There are no felons here, so you’ve no need to search for any.”
    • “If anyone lives or dies in the savage garden, it is because the force wills it.”
    • “Now, is there anything else you require?”
    "Sanctuary." "The Force." These must be escaped Jedi. Were the Empire still around, this could be useful information for a Bounty. As it is, it helped him understand this place a bit better.

    And she must be a Force user. Need to be more cautious with her. Girl or not, being a Force user, his neck could be on the line.

    "no felons here" That beyond anything upset him. Obviously he wasn't looking for... well, maybe not obvious to this girl. Perhaps he needed to explain.

    He straightened his uniform to give his most commanding presence. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I didn't explain properly, Miss..." he prompted and waited for a name, none forthcoming, he continued, "well, obviously I'm not searching for of of the residents of your, um, sanctuary, here. This man has murdered someone. Your life and the lives of others here are in danger." Although he didn't really believe that, with the word danger, he stood taller and puffed out his chest to emphasize the word and imply that he was her savior. "Now, I need to repeat my request. I would like to search your grounds for this murderer to be able to take him to justice. May I speak to your supe--" A scream. A horrendous scream. Alejac pulled his blaster from his holster, although who to point it at he had no idea. "You see? One of your residents is already in trouble!" He tried an end-run around her.

    ------------

    IC: Gildar
    Some room in this settlement he'd found

    He made it here in better time and in better shape than he'd really expected. His legs and right knee were burning from the injuries. He found the closest unlocked door to take refuge. He slipped inside, unseen, and closed the door. He slipped down the wall to the floor to give his legs a rest. He seemed to be in some sort of store room. Crate upon crate of supplies. He expected some sort of quartermaster or lorekeeper to walk in any minute.

    In one crate, strangely near the door, he found some first aid supplies. He grabbed two bacta patches. He put one on his aching knee and the other on his injured wrist.

    Positioned on one wall was a small table and chair. Gildar was surprised to find a plate with a meal. He crawled over to the desk, favoring his hurt leg. The smell was incredible. Certainly it was a better meal than slaves like him were used to. He glanced around. Quick, feral movements. "Where is the owner of this plate?" Gildar thought. "If it's missing, that will give me away, but it smells so good."

    He looked around for someplace to hide. Finding none, he pulled out the chair and looked under the table. There was just enough room for him under there. Quicky, he grabbed the meal along with the knife and stole under the table. No need for the fork. The meal wouldn't last long enough. With the knife he could put up some cursory defense, though. He pulled the chair back in to hide himself and started to eat.

    He intended to finish quickly and then look for some kind of clothing to conceal himself. He'll obviously be noticed in his slave clothing.

    Just as Gildar had taken his first bite, a scream sounded. No. Felt. It went through his very being. It hurt. Gildar felt a tear on his cheek.
     
  13. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Grey Sanctuary
    Outdoor garden

    The woman in dark robes cooly studied the man before her, as her head was slightly tilted in a curious gesture. She did not need her force senses to understand the type of man he was. She could tell by just looking at him. He wore his persona for all to see.

    Patiently, she watched him straighten his uniform before he addressed her again, this time in a more commanding tone.

    “Perhaps I didn’t explain properly, Miss…” he stalled, as he attempted to prompt a name from her, not that he had shared his identity either.

    Xaan.” She interjected bluntly.

    “Well, obviously I'm not searching for one of the residents of your, um, sanctuary, here. This man has murdered someone. Your life and the lives of others here are in danger."

    “Oh?” Xaan said with feigned surprise. “Haven’t you killed anyone before?” She asked the man, who apparently or quite conveniently, did not hear or acknowledged her question, as he simply kept on about his business.

    He was in the middle of repeating his previous request, but was unable to finish. An anguished scream proceeded from somewhere within the Sanctuary which was located behind them. Xaan both heard and felt the source of the scream, still, she remained calm.

    “You see?” The man said excitedly. “One of your residents is already in trouble!”

    The man already had his weapon in hand, which caused Xaan to shake her head ever so slowly. He quickly moved around her, circumventing her form, yet not knowing exactly where he was going, or how to get there, except he follow the garden path.

    The man did not receive authority to proceed, so he was technically trespassing. It seemed that was a thing of the moment. So eager to rush past was he, that the man tripped on a vine which lay on the floor, causing him to fall. Was the vine there a moment ago? There was no way of knowing for sure.

    Even stranger was the fact that upon falling, the man’s weapon came apart in sections, sprawling on the ground before him.

    Xaan simply took a step toward the prone man.

    “You didn’t finish asking for permission.” She pointed out cooly, her dichromatic gaze firmly upon him. Smoothly, she glanced toward the Sanctuary building then back at the man.

    “Do you need any help getting up?”

    Several paces behind Xaan, a flying remote exited the green house.

    *********

    Grey Sanctuary
    Storage area

    Resourceful as always, Gildar managed to do a bit of patching-up, with the bacta he found inside a first aid-kit. He would need medical attention for sure, but the palliatives were a welcomed temporary fix.

    That had gone well enough for the escaped slave, but resisting a warm meal was not in the cards for him. Reasoning with himself, Gildar took a chance and availed himself of the plate. Hiding under the table and barricading himself with the chair bespoke of his inherent cunning, not to mention ‘equipping’ the knife for defense.

    As soon as he’d taken his first bite, a terrible scream echoed through the storage area. Not only was the terrible sound something Gildar could hear, but he also felt the pain and discomfort as the sensation coursed through his very being.

    A tear ran down the young man’s cheek and it was then that he heard a voice.

    ‘Be at ease. No harm shall come to you, for you are safe here. Eat. Rest.’

    The voice was aiming and a source of comfort. The sudden sensation of pain seemed to wash away.

    For the moment, quiet returned to the storage area.

    Gildar now knew for certain that the place was not deserted, though he knew nothing else. What he chose to do next was entirely up to him.


    Tag: DarthIshyZ
     
  14. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Jul 12, 2005
    Going to do a small bit of retconning and fix my location in my previous post.

    Leto
    Decameron Alpha, Oratory

    "Kev-Mas Colcha…” the bearded man breathed out. “He is in great pain. He has gone to the Pool of Radiance.”

    Polmath's words drew Leto him back to the world, so intense was the raw emotion erupting from Kev-Mas that it had created the illusion within Leto's mind of him standing near the pool of radiance looking down upon the convulsing man. His vision was dark, his thoughts and words tainted by ego and pride...he knew he could do better. Leto thanked the Force silently for the lesson.

    “Leto. Your assistance, if you please.” The Gardener intoned calmly as he exited the Oratory, robes flowing in his wake. Without a word Leto hopped off his perch and quickened his steps until he was following close behind Polmath, though he desperately wished to greet and interact with those in the oratory he was respectful of the pain Kev was experiencing and truly hoped to assist his fellow follower of the Grey.

    Tag: Darth Master Titus Kev-Mas_Colcha greyjedi125 The Vanguard Sinrebirth Mitth_Fisto Darth_Elu

    There, better I think.
     
  15. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Ezzuk in what appears to be the Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    As he began to finally get answers the way of things and the Force itself seemed to roil and change. It was not the scream itself that made him uncomfortable, that actually made him slightly more aware of how long it had been since he last ate, rather it was how the Force felt. What that true sense gave unto him, that his own natural and common senses did not was that this might not be a natural death nor even one from natural predator upon prey.

    They were told to wait at a safe distance and Ezzuk simply took a seat upon the floor and let the Zabrak and the others here go about whatever they wanted. He could wait, he wasn't that hungry, yet. Although to be fair he should put in his request now, "If the being dies I could go for an arm or leg shortly." he simply spoke as his scent and eating tentacles squirmed in their passing notions of hunger and feeding. Nothing urgent. Just another day on another world in another building.

    He was at peace, and he was hungry. That was all.

    TAG: greyjedi125, @Mikaboshi, @Darth Master Titus, @The Vanguard, @Darth_Elu, Sinrebirth
     
  16. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    Aicurn Ihi IC:
    ~Hallways, Grey Sanctuary~

    It was the happy bleeps from the remote "guide" that alerted Aicurn that it was safe again. Gladly, she finally slowed down from her frantic run of her life and came to a halt.

    Bent at the waist, hands on her knees, and taking shuddering gasps of breath as if she was trying to desperately drink the air in; the twi'lek girl let herself gather her center again. To be honest, she felt on the verge of exhaustion now. The idea of just collapsing where she was, was somewhat appealing in the back of her mind.

    But then again…

    Ootay ohk Do?

    Slowly, she straightened again and took her surroundings in. Some kind of garden, with the majority of it being filled with small rocks and vegetation. Larger rocks did jut out from the ground at intervals like islands however.

    The teenager's gaze uncertaintly expanded further out, taking in the entirety of the scene. Most of the rocks on the ground were a slate color, yet other polished formations boasted various colors and designs other than that.

    A simple tranquility. A sense of firm strength yet loose connections presented itself in her mind as she took it in.

    Then came the remote's series of bleeps, feeling it had let her rest long enough. Not that Aicurn'ihi completely agreed, but it would do for her to learn her location. Spotting where it was at, it then bleeped once more and flitted off toward some kind of exit.

    Cautiously, walking now, she moved after the flying device. It continued its evident joy as it led her through several hallways, all of which were well lit. Somebody was home clearly. There were tapestries, otherworldly images, and inspirational writing spaced evenly throughout some of them. Most of which she couldn't read, though she did see one in her native tongue that cheered her up.

    It read: Sahak nuro ji kesuitan, vu'sulan dan tlanan jei taber.

    She smiled at it, despite its serious message. A reminder of home was an uplifting image she needed right then, though the pangs of homesickness presented itself as well. Not knowing how to read it, she ignored the accompanying translation in Basic under it. ("Do not judge the situation, till you grasp its weight.")

    The bouncing remote caught her attention again and she turned to follow once more.

    "Si'jovi'asi," she murmured quietly.

    Holding her hands to her chest again, the pulsing pain reminding her of its existence, she inched toward the open door that the remote seemed to pause at. Light poured through from it and the sound of someone speaking presented itself. Uncertainty clutched at her heart once more though. The last people she had ever met were slavers…

    Gulping, she simply shook her head and leaned her back against the wall for a moment. Taking a steadying breath, she peeked her head around the corner to see the number of individuals in the area. Each more interesting and unique than the last visually.

    No other twi'leks.

    None of them seemed to speak Ryl either as she didn't comprehend any of the ensuing conversation. Backing around the corner again, her mind raced. She debated upon the merits of waiting for a while or revealing herself till she realized the obvious truth.

    Aicurn's eyes settled on the patiently waiting remote again. That was a machine. Quite likely connected to a network or a controller and had already relayed her presence…

    Sighing, Aicurn steeled herself to walk through into the room beyond.

    Then came the scream. She knew now where it originated from, let alone who, but she heard it clearly. Felt it even. The string of odd sensations ever since arriving on this strange planet continued!

    Panic, confusion, and pain which mingled with her own all blossomed like some kind of nightmare rose in her mind. Biting her lip and sinking down to the floor, she tucked herself into as small as a ball as she could.

    Ji bo'oe…nie eti fi'sehan…nie eti fi'sehan…nie eti FI'SEHAN!!!

    She hiccuped in between her silent sobs, trying to disappear and not in a state of mind to think on how ridiculous such an idea was. Trying to end the feelings. Trying to understand. Trying…

    Trying to…

    Trying…

    T...

    Darkness enveloped Aicurn as her mind and body were overwhelmed with the powerful emotions, her own state taxed to the limit before hand as it was. Thus the girl sat unconscious and vulnerable in a place she didn't know. At a time she didn't realize. With a destiny she never saw coming.

    Fa'kan san.

    Tag: greyjedi125 Kev-Mas_Colcha Mikaboshi Darth Master Titus The Vanguard Mitth_Fisto Sinrebirth

    ****
    Ryl Translation Corner

    Where am I?
    Sorry.
    The pain…make it stop…make it stop…make it STOP!!!
    Help me.
     
  17. The Vanguard

    The Vanguard Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 12, 2016
    IC - Icharis
    Grey Sanctuary, Oratory

    Intorductions! About time I got to know this rag-tag band of strangers, he thought to himself.

    The overall mood of the group had settled into a comfortable silence when Q alerted him of an incoming ship with old Imperial signatures.
    *Bleep-woooo*

    "Blast it all, just when I was getting cozy," his eyes rolling as he muttered.

    On the heels of the report, a piercing shriek broke any and all concentration as everyone (almost at once) looked toward the direction of the scream.

    "What in the name of death-sticks was that?!" Icharis audibly voiced what was on their collective minds.

    This couldn't be coincidence, an Imperial ship was entering the atmosphere and it sounded like someone just took a blade to the chest down the hall. It didn't matter to him that the Empire's back was broken at Endor. They still had ships, they still had stormtroopers, and by golly they would still have open bounties.

    Before he could act, the Gardener spoke out, "Kev-Mas-Colcha..." he voiced other words that Icharis could hear but wasn't paying mind, "Pool of Reflection."

    Must be talking about the scream. Sure he was concerned as the rest of the group was, minus the Ebruchi who just looked hungry, but he was more concerned with the paranoia of capture.

    Just then the bearded wizard and the one identifying himself as Leto, headed towards the scream.
    "The rest of you, stay a safe distance behind."

    Icharis thought hard about what he should do next. Would they protect him? Would they care? Nobody owed him anything in that place and he was still a stranger. Calm down man. Get ahold of yourself. That ship could be stolen for all you know, his brow was furrowed at this point as he kept thinking to himself.

    He decided to stay put, but not without a backup plan..

    "Q prime the engines for takeoff but don't fire her up yet, I want to wait and see what happens.."

    TAG: greyjedi125 Mikaboshi Mitth_Fisto Kev-Mas_Colcha Darth_Elu DarthIshyZ Kahn_Iceay Darth Master Titus
     
  18. Kev-Mas_Colcha

    Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 15, 2002
    OOC: This is a flashback sequence that occurs in Kev-Mas’ mind as a dream as he is incapacitated

    Kev-Mas Colcha

    Mindor – 10:7:16 (25 BBY)
    Planet surface, Grand Mindor Resort, Slave Pens
    Flavor music for post

    A burly looking Nikto slave handler looked down on a young 14-year-old Kev-Mas Colcha and barked out his orders. “All right kid, go scrub the refreshers. Now.”

    Kev-Mas remained silent, and unmoving.

    “Are you deaf? I said go clean out the refreshers!”
    “No,” replied Kev-Mas defiantly, as the now angered Nikto moved to strike him.

    The alien could only get halfway towards the boy before being held back by a mysterious force. Kev-Mas lifted his hand, making a gesture that looked as if he was grasping something with it. The man looked on in sheer terror and pain, as he realized his airway was being constricted. A few seconds more went by, and the man collapsed to the floor lifeless.

    A normal child would have panicked at what they had done, but not Kev-Mas. His mother, also a fellow slave, had told him of the exploits of the great warriors of his Thyrsian lineage, the Sun Guard. Originally it started as mere stories to keep his mind off of the harsh conditions of his day to day life as a slave, but these stories gave Kev-Mas hope. Being the ever-curious mind as he was, he sought out to train in the ways of the Sun Guard in secret. At night, he would sneak out and train under the wing of a washed out Sun Guard who taught him everything there was for him to teach, and give him a caf supplement to replenish his lost sleep so he could persevere through the next day’s labor.

    This man, seemed like an incredibly competent fighter, which made Kev-Mas wonder why or how exactly he washed out. Later Kev-Mas would learn that it was because after the Dark Lords of the Sith took control of them they had lost their ways and went astray from their spiritual traditions to serve them. Nonetheless though, this man, who kept his identity secret even from Kev-Mas remained devoted to the true ways of the Sun Guard and taught him everything he knew. Including one very important teaching that kept Kev-Mas alive today – never look back after a kill, for shame lead to fear and fear would lead to death.

    So Kev-Mas, who by human standards would be a mere teenager but by Echani and Thyrsian traditions was already a man, only looked back upon his victim to take advantage of his situation. Initially, he was weaponless, but the man he killed had a vibroblade on his back, which Kev-Mas took for himself to carry out his mission.

    Today was the day he had been waiting for. Today was the day he had been training for. Out of the ashes he would rise a man. Not a man who was bound by the shackles of his youth, but a man who had broken them off and shackled his captors with death. He did not know what freedom felt like, but he was determined to find out exactly that.
    Sneaking through the door left open by his recent victim, he crouched down behind a crate and peered around, scouting the area for his next kill. He would use stealth to his advantage, and strike his enemy when they were not expecting combat. He had the tactical advantage of surprise, and he would do all he could to maintain that advantage.

    Movement. The young man noticed a lone Nikto slaver move towards the door, as if he was curious to why it had been left open. He waited for him to pass by him and then struck out, thrusting his blade into his back near his neck, making sure to sever his vocal cords as he drove it through.

    Success. The slaver fell to the floor without a shriek, only a thud that would serve as a diversion to draw out another slaver to investigate. He too would fall.

    After several more kills, Kev-Mas, who had a mental count of every slaver in the compound realized that there was only one left. Arising from his perch which was now neighbor to a pile of bodies that he had moved behind another pile of crates, he made his way out to the next room over where he was confronted by another Nikto.

    “Stop right there slave! Where did you get that weapon?”

    “I killed one of your men for it,” replied Kev-Mas calmly, “I would have thought you might be able to recognize it. Guess not.”

    “You lie slave. No slave could possibly outmatch a Nikto warrior, especially a mere child!”

    “Try calling the rest in here then. They won’t respond though, because they’re all dead and you’re next.”

    The Nikto then pulled out his commlink and did exactly that.

    “Is that fear I smell?” mocked Kev-Mas as he could see the Nikto visibly shaking in his boots, “So much for the proud warrior routine you were giving me earlier.”

    The Nikto made a run for it, knowing full well that if he didn’t get out of here that he’d be done for.

    Unfortunately for him, Kev-Mas had the power of the Force on his side. While he did use it on occasion, he did not know why he was capable of such feats, but his training as a Sun Guard taught him to take advantage of everything in his arsenal. So, that’s what he did. Such as now, when he hurled his vibroblade like a spear at his enemy, using the Force to guide it straight into his enemy’s back, piercing through his heart.

    “Pathetic,” mocked Kev-Mas, as he retrieved his weapon from the last captor.

    Wiping it clean, he made his way to the now empty hangar bay. Empty, except for his way out. He spotted a Z-95 Headhunter, clearly heavily modified and sporting a custom paintjob that was black featuring flames flanking the fuselage.

    “Don’t mind if I do…” he said to himself as he climbed into the cockpit.

    Donning a flight helmet, he flipped a few switches and primed the ship for ignition. A few moments later, he was in space orbiting Mindor and he had only one thing in mind.

    He was going to become a Sun Guard, and restore them to their former glory. He had a debt to repay to the man who had trained him (who he lovingly referred to as “Old faithful”) and he figured that would be the perfect way to do it.

    He set the coordinates on the fighter’s Navi computer for the twin-sun planet of Thyrsus, and moments later he entered the blue swirl of hyperspace. On to destiny.

    Tag: Nobody, at least not until he comes to
     
  19. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    The newcomers were uncertain as to how they should react to their developing and unexpected events. It was no surprise that some felt uncertain, yet the very event they now experience tested their resolve and commitment. Who would stay and who would remain?

    The Ebruchi simply sat down, and waited.

    The cyborg seemed to ponder whether or not he would remain or go on his merry way, but for the moment, he seemed to stand his ground, though adopting a more cautious posture.

    Perhaps the others harbored similar concerns.

    The zabrak walked up to the cyborg just then, quite likely interrupting his musings.

    “Could you please remove these pots from this section? I will have need of the grassy bed below.”

    Galvan indicated a row of four planted pots, measuring roughly around 3 meters long.

    Without another word, the zabrak moved off and stepped out just outside the Oratory door, before bending down. When he returned, he carried a female Twi’lek in his arms, cradled as one would a patient. She seemed to be asleep.

    “She’s gone through a great deal to get here, just like the rest of you. Right now, she is in need of some rest.”

    By her attire, it was plain to see that she had been through much. Burn spots on her clothes were apparent as well as patches of dirt all around, as well as small pieces of vegetation.

    Galvan stood for a moment, holding the unconscious twi’lek female and waited until the make-shift bed was made ready before setting her down.

    Tag: The Vanguard, Mitth_Fisto, Darth_Elu, Darth Master Titus, Sinrebirth

    ********

    Grey Sanctuary
    Pool of Reflection

    Swiftly, he travelled down the hallway, not slowing even once, until he crossed into the chamber itself.

    The bearded man known as The Gardener did not need to glance around, finding Kev Mas Colcha’s convulsing form in an instant. Without a second of hesitation, he moved next to the Crimson Dagger’s body, knelt down on one knee and placed one hand on the man’s chest.

    Polmath sighed in relief, and only then did he look back to Leto.

    “You will be my anchor. Remain present and in the moment.”

    Without further explanation, Polmath’s eyes closed and his staff began to glow softly. A moment later, his head was bowed.

    ****

    Indeed, the custom Z-95 Headhunter had been modified, quite beyond its eye catching paint job. It appeared that it also sported a cramped passenger seat behind the pilot. Maybe it had been there all along and had gone unnoticed until now.

    The starfighter had left Mindor behind as it jumped into hyperspace through an elongating star field. Streaks of light soon fell behind, giving way to what could be visually construed as a hyperspace tunnel.

    Young Kev Mas Colcha had never tasted freedom, until now. However, the tangy taste of blood, this time not his own, was nothing new. He had taken the lives of his enemies, swiftly and without remorse. Retribution was had and justice was served.


    Now, all that remained was for him to become a Sun Guard.

    “And how did that work out for you, pray tell.”

    The voice came from behind him, which was certainly a surprise, though it sounded strangely familiar. Should the young pilot turn around, he would see the face of a bearded man, his green eyes trained on him, gazing his way with deep concern etched upon his visage.


    Tag: Kev-Mas_Colcha, Mikaboshi

    OOC: That 'dream sequence' worked out perfectly.
     
  20. Kev-Mas_Colcha

    Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 15, 2002
    Kev-Mas Colcha
    Hyperspace – 10:7:16 (25 BBY)…apparently
    Enroute to Thyrsus…apparently
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    The sudden intrusion of a familiar face into his flashback startled Kev-Mas back further towards reality. Such things would happen when you realize said familiar face was not known until recently, and thus you’re hurled 42 galactic standard years through time to the present. All to answer a question about the events that happened afterwards.

    Still locked in a dream like sequence, the scenery faded away from Kev-Mas reliving his past traveling through hyperspace with newfound freedom to his present self standing in an empty void of grey, facing the man he knew as Polmath, or The Gardener. The void was not a solid grey, but rather a cloudy mass, depicting the various shades of grey in the spectrum between black and white.

    “Not good at all,” remarked Kev-Mas, “I did go on to become a Sun Guard, but my gift with the Force caught the immediate attention of one of the two Sith Lords who had dominion over the Sun Guard. The man who would later be known as the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic and later the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. Just like how I used the Force as a tool to ensure my freedom, he groomed me into a tool to be used against his enemies.”

    Kev-Mas continued, “My lofty goals of removing the sith influence from the Sun Guard were trampled over by his own plans for me. He blinded me and granted me what he told me was a better vision. Indeed, the improvements to my eyesight were there. The cybernetic enhancements gave me sight that was far better than any lifeform. But they came at a price. Attached to these enhancements were a sith amulet, binding me to his will. If I was to even think of resisting, my whole entire body would become consumed with painful jolts of electricity, shocking me into submission. He shattered my dreams, and enslaved me with a wrath worse than I had experienced as a child. Being enslaved and forced to do menial labor is one thing. But having your dreams crushed and forced into submission to carry out the dark deeds of your master is a far worse fate. I’ve been to hell and back, Polmath. The reason I carry my past with me is because every time I try to forget I’m pulled back in against my will. It terrifies me to think that the struggles I deal with right now with my branding might not be the only forces trying to pull me back.”

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  21. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    Victus
    Unknown Planet
    final descent

    The craft descended through the atmosphere with no further issue and as they grew closer to the surface the entire atmosphere of the ship felt, calmer, as though the planet itself was having a calming effect on the crew. In hindsight Victus should have expected this, but at the same time he felt it would do no harm, his men were professional, regardless of situation, and he felt no further hostility in the direction of he and his men.

    As the approached the coordinates, the ship began to react to a navigational beacon. A blanket broadcast that seemed to be directing ships towards a small landing pad, one far too small for the Wraith to rest on, and there seemed no clearings large enough for the ship to come to a rest. Victus eyed the navigational readouts, watching the data roll by on a holodisplay. “Bring the ships repulsor field online.” He motioned to an open space, clear of taller trees, not far from the pad. “We cannot land, but we can bring the ship to a hover there. I will then disembark to the landing pad.”

    Turning, he headed back towards the lift that would take him down to the launch bay. Two guards tood ready to join him, fitted in the best gear they could find, and looking nothing like their former Stormtrooper selves. “Remain here.” Victus said with a raised hand, bidding them to stay. “We may be testing the patience of this world, or its overseer, and they have shown themselves to be powerful. I do not wish to put you at more risk than needed, nor do I wish to provoke a response by appearing to be deploying an invasion force.”

    Patting the shoulder of elder of the two he stepped into the turbolift and let it seal behind him. He rode it in silence, still reaching out trying to find Kev-Mas and failing, he found only the soothing sense of the world around him, and a mild echoing twinge of trepidation. He spoke to no one then, as he moved out onto the launch pad, climbing into his TIE and setting the craft to automatically follow the navigational beacon to the landing pad.


    Take no overt reactions. He thought to himself, Show whomever it is that did not want you here that you mean no harm. Conflict is not necessary, until it is. As the ship settled down on the landing pad he climbed up onto the ships roof through the hatch, placed his foot in the recessed elevation winch that popped out and slowly descended down to the deck. There he waited, because he knew he would likely soon be greeted.

    Tag: greyjedi125 , Others who can see the ship arrive
     
  22. The Vanguard

    The Vanguard Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 12, 2016
    IC - Icharis
    Oratory

    “Could you please remove these pots from this section? I will have need of the grassy bed below.”
    Icharis was zapped back into the present with a request from Galvan.
    Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he moved in compliance.

    The Zabrak indicated a row of four planted pots, measuring roughly around 3 meters long.
    "You there," Icharis motioned to the older-looking man near him, "can you give me hand with these pots?"

    Without another word, the zabrak moved off and stepped out just outside the Oratory door, before bending down. When he returned, he carried a female Twi’lek in his arms, cradled as one would a patient. She seemed to be asleep.

    “She’s gone through a great deal to get here, just like the rest of you. Right now, she is in need of some rest.”
    The sight of the girl made the matter urgent. She looked like she was dragged through the jungle by a speeder, he thought.
    "Ready? Let's move these things." Icharis called out.

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  23. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Lassin

    More people, more events, more words. Lassin found himself detached from it all, and thinking of Dyspeth.

    Of the Empire.

    His hand twitched, and his senses tugged outward - what was causing him such a reaction? His mind cast towards the dark inky splotches upon the Force; he tasted at them, remembered them from a much older memory, one of him as a younger boy.

    ---

    Red eyes in a grey, fanged visage.

    A lightsaber of red, double ended, spinning.

    A cry of rage; a man's.

    A strangled sob; a woman's.

    Pain, but not physical; a parting that was mental.


    Lassin's eyes fluttered for a moment as the memory darted behind his pupils. There was a commotion, and Lassin tuned into it. Everyone seemed to be struggling with their own internal issues, but Lassin knew that those two darknesses reminded him of the stories his mother had told him.

    Of Inquisitors.

    Icharis was looking for assistance, but Lassin's eyes focused on the problem differently. He stretched his hands, forgetting that he had his concealed lightsaber in one of them as he reached for the pots with the Force.

    He was dedicated now, he ruefully reflected, but he had to trust that they would not overreact -

    - that dark countenance again. If only they would, and save me from my misery.

    TAG: Darth_Elu, The Vanguard, Mitth_Fisto, greyjedi125, Darth Master Titus


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  24. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Grey Sanctuary
    Oratory

    Without a moments hesitation, the cyborg Icharis, attempted to enlist the aid of another newcomer, Julius Agrippa. It stood to reason that two males could feasible move all four potted plants with sufficient alacrity.

    The female twi’lek being held by the zabrak did look as if she could use a place to rest.

    But before any attempt could be made, another newcomer took quick initiative.

    Lassin’s robed form stretched out his hands, even as he used the force and reached for the potted plants. One by one, they were levitated and placed nearby, with no mishaps whatsoever. His skill and control were worthy of note.

    A measure of silence had come over the oratory.

    “Thank you.” Galvan said, then laid down the unconscious twi’lek upon the grassy bed. With practiced motions, he grabbed hold of her wrist, then took a moment to feel her pulse. He seemed satisfied at the findings, evinced by his audible sigh of relief, before he turned and straitened back up.

    “Seems you’ve had proper training.” he commented to Lassin, nodding approvingly, before turning to the others, who began to show their restlessness, and not without good reason. The morning meeting had not gone exactly as planned, however, other opportunities were presenting themselves.

    “While we wait…” Galvan began saying in a louder voice. “ …Can I interest anyone in some refreshments?”

    He looked to everyone gathered and waited upon their responses.

    Tag: The Vanguard, Darth Master Titus, Sinrebirth, Mitth_Fisto, Darth_Elu

    ***************
    Grey Sanctuary
    Landing Platform

    His ship hovered and loomed above the platform, like a silent sentinel while he waited. But wait long he did not.

    No doubt Lord Victus could see it as it approached. The vehicle glinted in the sun, its chrome exterior polished to near mirror finish. The craft looked a lot sleeker than a Mantelian Skiff, but the slight similarity was still there. Aboard it, a single pilot could be seen.

    The skiff moved smoothly through the air, almost like a vessel on water, thanks to its repulsors. Within moments it docked gracefully and parallel to its waiting guest. Victus would be able to see that the pilot was an undisguised proxy droid, though it did appear a lot more advanced than any he may have seen before.

    <‘Welcome to the Grey Sanctuary at Decameron Alpha’.> It said in greeting, its voice pleasant, yet still masculine.

    <‘ I am Locum-17. I’ve been charged with your conveyance. Please board the vehicle and do watch your step.’>

    Tag: Kahn_Iceay

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    Grey Space

    Polmath listened as he always did. Patiently and attentively, taking in all manner of nuances and meanings, some which even the speaker might not be aware of. Absently, he stroked his beard with his free hand.

    Here, in this Grey Space, he could hear Kev-Mas speak and have greater understanding of his words.

    It was true.

    As long as he possessed the Sith Brand and those eyes, the former Emperor’s Hand would never truly be rid of his ‘past’.

    The gardener remained silent for a moment as he considered what was said.

    Although the Emperor was no more, there was still a Battle of Wills within Kev Mas. Even after death, the Dark Lord’s influence was still at play. ’Twas indeed an insidious thing.

    “You know Kev Mas…” Polmath’s gaze shifted to regard the only other person present inside the mindscape.

    “We have the ability to remove those implants.”

    The bearded man nodded sagely, pausing so the full weight of his words would sink in.

    “I’d like to know your thoughts on that, however, you can tell me now, or when you wake up. Either way, you will have a visitor shortly.”


    Tag: Kev-Mas_Colcha, ( Mikaboshi )
     
  25. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    Victus
    Decameron Alpha
    Landing Pad

    So, Victus thought to himself, the planet is called Decameron Alpha. He would need to update his personal star chart, but he would omit it from a public update. He was also being greeted by a droid, not an organic person, this almost felt like an insult. Regardless, Victus stepped forward and climbed into the speeder in silence. Lost in thought.

    The droid was advanced, about as Advanced as those in advanced R&D within the Empire prior to the fall of Palpatine. At least if he went by appearance, and he wasn’t about to dissect it. So, going by visuals only, that meant that whoever was out here was either very well sponsored, or had some previous means of gaining highly advanced, and highly secret technology.

    Victus held to the former, as for all the Empire’s flaws, it was nothing if not capable of keeping military secrets a secret, in the core worlds anyway. Then there was the droid, the droid in and of itself was a message, and again one that almost felt insulting. Locum-17 was it’s announced designation, and a Locum was a temporary fill in for a role, usually clerical roles or those in the medical field. Meaning that this place was indeed a place of spiritual importance. It also meant that he wasn't important enough for the person who actually filled the role to be present, or if he was less cynical, that person was pre-disposed.

    And of course there was the name of this place, the Grey Sanctuary. The Emperor’s records had mention of ‘grey jedi’. Jedi who did not quite match up with the monastic norms of the Jedi Order, the once venerable Qui-Gon Jinn had been considered by some to be one. However other documents had lead one to believe that ‘grey’ was a very broad and very unspecific term for any individual who fell somewhere between the roles of a traditional Dark Jedi such as the late Inquisitorious or a traditional Jedi such as Luke Skywalker.


    A bigger mystery, Victus mused to himself, and I do aim to solve it.

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