The Padawan's elbows clunked onto the ship's console. "Master, what are we going to do? All of our brothers and…" "I know, Padawan," the older man interrupted his student, before sighing heavily, “I know." Palpatine...how could this have happened? We trusted him… "We can't go back, can we?" his Padawan was saying. "If the clones have turned against the Jedi Order, then…master, the Grand Army is everywhere." Despair in the girl’s voice drew icy fingers across the older man's heart. But he couldn’t let it distract him. He had to save himself and his Padawan. Thinking on where they could hide, an idea came to mind, "The Outer Rim. It will serve, at least until we can figure out what to do." He had raised the navicomputer's displays when the proximity alarm began to blare. "Master…it's a Star Destr…" And whatever the girl was going to say next was drowned out by localised thunder as blue lightning crashed across the freighter's prow. Shields screamed. The vessel shuddered, a wounded animal in the night. Drawing on the Force, the Master quickly ran his hands over the console, activating the Hyperdrive… …just as a second salvo from the massive Destroyer washed over the freighter, sending it rolling through space, as sparks flew from the consoles… And then it was over, the ship entered into the blue tunnel of hyperspace. But it would only last for a few seconds, as the ship let out a torturous groan before the tunnel collapsed into a star field. One that the Master didn’t recognize… The girl was getting to her feet. "Ugh...where are we? Master?" Where you are most needed, something whispered to the older man. But he pushed the thought away turning to examine the sparking wreck that was the nav console, "I don't know...the charts have been…" "Master." A strange calm in his pupil's voice. The older man looked at the girl - to see his padawan with eyes fixed out the viewport. The master looked that way, and saw it: a blue-green world looming large off the freighter's port bow, hues strangely hypnotic in the eternal galactic night. Emergency cutout must have kicked in, he thought. He tore his eyes away from the view, instinct taking over. He flicked his eyes over the readouts. "I'll need your help - autopilot is down, and we're not going to last much longer up here." He pressed buttons; perused a display. "Atmospheric content seems to support life." "Do you know which world that is, master?" And for a second, he thought he did - something about it all lingered on the tip of his tongue. But then Master Sule was pressing buttons, turning to the task of preserving the tiny capsule of the freighter's protective bubble long enough for them to land. "I suppose we are about to find out." Tython, the forgotten homeworld of the Jedi Order. Abandoned since the time of the Ruusan Reformation, the world had entered into obscurity to all but the most dedicated Jedi scholars. And even they assumed that the world was empty of any Jedi, aside from those in the many graveyards on the world. However, they were wrong. The best kept secret of the Jedi High Council, was the relative handful of Jedi who had stayed behind on their ancestral home. Frozen in carbonite, for a reason that was lost to time, these Jedi slumbered in the deteriorating Tython Temples. Eventually, they were forgotten even by the Council, just as their home was. But even if the reason was forgotten to time, the Jedi would serve a purpose nonetheless. Centuries after even the most devoted scholars had forgotten Tython, the Jedi Order would be nearly destroyed from within. With the traitorous Darth Vader leading the former Grand Army of the Republic against them, the few remaining Jedi fled far and wide. A pair of these refugees would stumble upon Tython, and awaken their ancient brethren from their centuries long sleep... Forgotten by time, you are one of these Ancient Jedi. Only you know the true reason you were frozen, all those years ago. But now, you have been awoken from your deep slumber. The question becomes, in a Galaxy that barely resembles what it was when you last saw it...what will you do? You have the power of the Force behind you, but in a Galaxy hostile to your very kind. As a Jedi, you can barely comprehend this. But you must, for your sake, and for the sake of your nearly extinct brethren. In a Galaxy fallen under the iron-boot of the Sith...you must do what you can to survive. And take the fight back to the Sith. But a small part of you wonders if you should just give in and join the Sith. Will you give in to these traitorous thoughts and join the Dark Side? The temptation is strong, as it always has been. But the Dark Side was stronger than it had been even when you were put into carbonite. In the end, the choice remains yours and yours alone...what will you do? Your Character: Obviously, this game will revolve mostly around Force Users, whether Jedi, or Dark Jedi. I won't limit your choice here. Choose whichever you prefer, just know that we all start on Tython. And that we all begin as Jedi. You can still go dark, but you won't start that way. Here is the CS: Basics: Name: Species: Gender: Languages: Home Planet: Appearance: Skin Color: Hair/Fur Color: Eye Color: Height: Clothing: Bio: Jedi Rank and other information: Rank: Lightsaber: Amount: Type: Color: Lightsaber Form: Skill Set: Force Strengths: Force Weaknesses: Rules: 1. No god-modding 2. GM-word is final 3. Send CS to GM (via PM) before posting 4. No rank above Jedi Knight/Dark Jedi Knight (for now) 5. Have fun!! (Credit goes to Saintheart for helping with the opening) A final note: there will be no penalty for going dark. Other than having to make the GM (me) work harder by writing up Imp characters That should be it though, so I'll make the first IC post once I have enough people ready.