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Star Wars Star Wars: Episode IV: Twilight of the Force: A Father’s Legacy - Game is now OVER!

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  1. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 8 Staff Member Manager

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    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Jyn Erso
    Mandalore orbit, Ghost room

    As Piett replied to confirm that he had recalled all ships from Republic territory, a comment that Owen was able to back up, Feyna bit hard on the key point of the matter. "Before we ask Ka'rta, or anyone, to deal with this, who sent them?"

    "What's going on?"
    There was the aforementioned Ka'rta, but she seemed to have not heard that point. Jyn Esro chimed in, cutting across whatever Hera would have said. It did not escape Jyn's notice how Jerod and Mirdala, was it? The way they both seemed to hover around Ka'rta briefly, before heading into the increasingly crowded room.

    "Fleet Admiral Piett is in the middle of surrendering the Coruscant Imperial Fleet, and he's the only senior Imperial that Krennic didn't get to with his death squads..." she vaguely gestured in his holograms direction. He looked a bit put out, but the fact was he had to handle some of the barbs. "... but a Separatist shuttle has arrived, with, to quote, What should have been in the Box."

    "It's been scanned as safe, and he's claiming that Mas Amedda sent it." Jyn held out a holoproj, readying to show it all. "Oh, I'm Jyn Erso, by the way - my father sabotaged the Imperial Death Star - the one which blew up all the Jedi bar Ood Bnar over there." The Neti in the shadowed corner of the room bobbed his head.

    Without asking for the Chancellor's permission, she activated it. It was indeed the Chagrian Emperor, all tattooed in red and black. "If you are seeing this, Chancellor Organa, Mandalore Linnett, and her Rebel Council... I am dead. I went to confront Luke Skywalker, who has fallen to the dark side because... well, because I killed his mother and sister and his father didn't stop me. Quite churlish, if you ask me. He was trained by Maul, but Maul is dead now. His first apprentice, Qi'ra Ananke, I believe you are aware of."

    "She's gone to hide in the Unknown Regions, but you'll see from the data appended that she is likely going to cross paths with Aryan Graul and Pascale Rouser, who had been in my employ." Mas Amedda shrugged. "I have sent given orders for my droids to dedicate themselves to Skywalker... to force his father to intervene, but you and I know that by the time Anakin intervenes against his blood many of you could be dead. Kenobi died for his father's fear; the Jedi children on Ossus were taken because of it too." Ood Bnar froze, devastated but unwilling to share his sense of loss.

    "But first I ordered the droids to strip the Separatist Ultimate Weapon clean of weapons, and return the Crystal of Mimban to your care; in a replica of the Box that I believe Maz Kanata gave to you to protect it. Or, perhaps, she had a replica, for her choice of box just so happened to match something in my possession. Make of that what you will." Another shrug. The dead, it seemed, were very nonchalant. "I have also, with my death, had transmitted orders for the Empire to join your 'New Republic', as the press is calling it. The time of fear is over... but Skywalker, he will remain aloof." A carnivorous smirk came to the Chagrian's face. "But you will have no choice but to build a galaxy which can stand on its own, with strong institutions and principals to protect it from Luke Skywalker; so perhaps you will live in a different fear."

    He finished with a sigh. "But if you wish to try your luck, you can send to the coordinates my shuttle has jumped from. The Weapon is there; disarmed, for now, but Skywalker will want it. He will take it. You can have your finale, and end the next war before it begins... if you think you can."

    Amedda laughed, and cut out, leaving them all to his words.

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    IC: Dark Ahsoka

    Ach-To

    The conflict beneath was mirrored by the one above ground. The Jedi tree burned, and then Rouser came rushing out, opening fire and surprising Dark Ahsoka, who found the passivity of Windu's responses to be contemptible. Instead, Dark Ahsoka's mind had drifted to the confrontation in the cave, trying to sense out the interplay of whatever was happening between Ananke, Aryan, Lyz and Arek... the island rumbled just as she paused to focus, her mind split three ways - on the cave, on Windu, on the shaking which threatened to topple them from their feet.

    It was not a shaking which would be noticed inside the cave, but it caused Porgs to alight from the island, squeaking, and the remaining Caretakers to rush to their small wooden boats. The battle was truly enjoined, and when the mirror opened, well, the Caretakers had been here once before and had no desire to be again. The last time, well... it had been bad.

    In all of this, Rouser and his newly Force heightened senses opened fire, and Dark Ahsoka hopped back from Windu to catch the lower and upper shots and dodge the middle one - too slow, with all the competing issues. The bolt burst into her stomach, and Dark Ahsoka cried out, toppling back and away as much as the island would attempt to throw Rouser and Windu down.

    It was almost as if the island was trying to throw them off it. Dark Ahsoka, a hole smoking in her, stood, pointing the Dagger of Mortis at Rouser with a snarl. Ignoring Windu entirely, she threw herself forward, gripping bodily Rouser's weapons and intending to rip them away.

    TAG: @BobaMatt, @Jerjerrod-Lennox, @HanSolo29, @QueenSabe7 (latter two, please continue our combo)
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    IC: Super Tactical Droid

    Ultimate Weapon, Flag hangar

    Sensors welcome Darth Zorn to the ship, and fighters escorted him at a respectful distance. Standing in the hangar was a double row of Super Battle Droids, and a Super Tactical Droid flanked by four IG bodyguard droids. To the rear of the hangar stood a row of Droideka's, all upright, and prepared. Otherwise the hangar was devoid of fuel cells, items to throw, and indeed other effects a Jedi or Sith were so good at using against droids.

    But, it was no trap.

    The droids stood to attention, and the Super Tactical Droid even saluted as his ship approached the moonlet's VIP hangar. The entire crew were now droids, now directed to be loyal to the successor to Darth Wyyrlok.

    It made no difference to the droid. "My lord, as indicated by comms I have been ordered to serve you henceforth. As you can see, we are well under way fulfilling Lord Wyyrlok's final order to strip the weaponry from the Weapon, and the Crystal had been sent to the Mandalore system." It held out the datapad. Within it would be a list of the one thousand droid fighters, one million battle droids, and the remainder 32% of the turbolasers it had. There was minimal of much else.

    "I have taken the liberty of cancelling the late Masters orders to disarm the station, though I have been unable to ascertain where he has had sent the weapons he ordered stripped from the ships, and with it much of our landing craft, shuttles and smaller vessels were used to presumably thwart you in some inconvenient manner." It was the only tactic which seemed to make sense to the Super Tactical Droid, and it may as well offer its analysis to Lord Skywalker.

    "We do have confirmation of some hundred capital ships now anchored in the Mandalore system, and communications from Hapes, Coruscant, Corellia, and so forth being focused upon the Rebel/Republic presence in-system." It produced a further datapad. "And we have the coordinates in the Unknown Regions that former Emperor Aryan Graul, Qi'ra Ananke and former Black Sun Overlord Pascale Rouser fled too."

    This was all detail... loose ends, even. The future was what was important, and whether Zorn was ready to face his father now, or face the galaxy now, or neither.

    The One Sith were children, still more Jedi than Sith.

    The galaxy had turned to the New Republic in the meantime.

    The Dark Lord was dead; long live the Dark Lord.

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  2. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

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    Aug 19, 2002
    Mace Windu
    Ach-To...

    It was overwhelming. The island was swarmed in darkness. First a shadow of Ahsoka, shaking him to his core, but perhaps not too much for him if not for the arrival of Sith - real Sith, the likes of which he had not faced since that day on Coruscant - and the presence of...presences from the past. Ancient Jed'aii. The Force was too strong, here, too present...his senses were blocked, not by a lack of the Force, but too much of it. An excess. He could not find his focus. And the dark side, so near, calling to him from the mirror cave, making his fingers twitch. And now a blow to his gut, a loss, a death, a transformation. Then new commotion, the fancy man firing a blaster. Stupid of him.

    But brave.

    But now the island itself was in revolt. Was he to die here? Was their arrival tearing the world to shreds?

    And then a voice. Ahsoka's: "Focus." He knew in that moment that she was one with the Force. A silence settled on him. Ahsoka's dismissal from the Order - her quitting - had been one of the failures of the order. But here she'd achieved a perfect Oneness. All was not lost. The Jedi Order would survive. He turned to the shade: "Leave him." He ignited his own weapon. Reaching out into the Force, he interrupted the shadow's grasp on Rouser, then fixed his attention to the blade of Mortis, which he sought to pull to his own grasp.

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  3. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Darth Zorn
    The Sith Star (fka Ultimate Weapon)

    Darth Zorn smiled as he saw the hangar. They were prepared for a force user to attack in the same inefficient way droids usually were. Fuel cells were nice, but droids were just as good to throw them around. Anyway, nobody raised his hand against him.

    He took the datapad and had a fleeting look. An army, basically. He had inherited an army and a big battle station without a super weapon and minimalized defense weapons. Ships had been send away. Wyyrlock had been an indecisive fool right to the very end. Yet he had left him some of his stuff to play with. Useful, but not what he was truly after.

    The Droid reported.

    Politics. An Empire had become a New Republic and planets were mentioned were the disgraced Graul and a lot of people he had never heard of seemed to be. He could hardly be any less interested in them. Whoever opposed him would in the end suffer the same fate as all who had opposed him had before. But not yet. He had taken an unholy vow to restore the Sith Order. That was what he would do.

    Another cold shiver went through him. He slowly learned to anticipate and control them. Yet they weakened him considerably. He had not yet mastered the darkness he had let into his soul. Only when it obeyed his commands he would be ready to face his father.

    "Prepare to jump to the Mytus-System as soon as the Millennium Falcon is on board. Jump to Mytus II, the planet is uninhabited." Zorn hissed out and waved. "My quarters. I want to meditate."

    He would not stretch his strength any further. He had to regain it. He had to master the power he had gained.

    Father, I can feel your despair.

    His fall would weaken Anakin Skywalker. Every act of cruelty he would commit would make him feel more responsible. Zorn knew Anakin had lost almost anything, but he would take even more from him. He would break his soul, spirit and soul. Only then he would face him and take the last remaining essence from him ... his destiny. Destiny for him was no longer anything given to him, but taken.

    Darth Zorn saw his X-Wing gently glide into the hangar. He smiled. Artoo. A perfect messenger.

    "Follow me R2." He said simply and turned around to leave before the children would see him in his weakened state.

    -------

    "I feel the Embrace, but I also feel it trying to consume me. You have cheated me." His words were a single long hiss. The floating hologram of XoXaan smiled.

    "Have I? Have you not overcome all your rivals? Have you not overcome all your enemies?" She asked.

    Zorn sat down in the throne atop the metal stairs and buried his face in his hand.

    "Not yet. Not all of them." Zorn felt the next shiver run through him.

    "You have been trained in the ways of the Sith for weeks. Not even you can expect to master the powers the Dark Lords of old have tamed in centuries in such a short amount of time. Yet, the power has not consumed you, not overwhelmed you. You have defeated a Dark Lord without suffering a scratch. You my apprentice will be the most powerful Sith of all time, but not yet. Patience and control. The next lesson you have to learn is patience ... and control."

    Zorn looked at her. Finally he nodded. Yes, these weeks had been a nightmarish series of confrontation, through which he had grown. Mara Jade and Brandl, the guardians, Kenobi, Krayt, Maul and finally Lord Wyyrlock. They all had fallen to his power. Yet, finally he had reached a barriere he could not force himself through. Steadily he had to peel away layer after layer until it crumbled and gave him access to the power it withheld from him.

    "On this station my new Order of the Sith shall be born." He whispered the words.

    "And their darkness shall reflect yours, strengthening you. One will, many bodies. One Sith." XoXaan smiled and retreated to the dimly glomming holocron.

    Be careful my vile Master, or have you forgotten what a Sith does with his Master in the end?

    He smiled and closed his eyes. The message had been recorded and Artoo was on his way to deliver it. He would announce himself.

    When he finally returned he would do so stronger than ever before. Stronger than his weak father, who had denied himself the unlimited power the Dark Side offered.

    The thought of finally fulfilling his destiny gave him strength and it already felt much easier to fight down the next wave of darkness running through him.

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  4. Jerjerrod-Lennox

    Jerjerrod-Lennox Fall 2019 RPF - Best Roleplayer star 7 VIP - Game Winner

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    Mar 9, 2005
    IC: Pascale Rouser
    Location: An island, Ach To


    It felt like the island was trying to chuck them off.

    Whether it had something to do with what he could feel in the Force regarding the unknown Force user and Ananake remained to be seen. Perhaps it had something to do with Mace Windu and him being here as well. Or maybe it had something to do with Ahsoka/notAhsoka being here.

    Whatever it was he hoped the planet would not break apart and kill them all with it. It seemed such a pretty planet, one you could easily retire too if you fancied getting away from it all.

    However he had a bigger problem in front of him. Ahsoka/not Ahsoka was not done yet. And with all that was going on it seemed she/it was distracted by all that was going on. And it worked to his advantage with his middle shot hitting her in the stomach and nearly toppling her over and away from Windu who so far seemed just to be watching what was going on.

    Rouser was trying to keep himself steady despite the face the island in essence was fighting back. He had to try and balance himself and make sure that whatever move Ahsoka/not Ahsoka made he had to be ready for it. He couldn't really use the Force to center himself otherwise he would not be able to use it against whatever dark entity was inside Ahsoka at the moment.

    And it seemed Pascale was now a target because Ahsoka/ not Ahsoka decided she had had enough of Windu standing around and went straight for him. The Dagger of Mortis was held out in front of her as if she wanted nothing better than to either slice him in half or skewer him. And Pascale saw no point in going for the hilts again, he had tried twice and been unsuccessful there was no point going for it a third time when he was about to be very up close and personal with a dark entity.

    Again.

    What is it about dark entities and me?

    He managed to withdraw his vibroblade again but unfortunately could not holster his blaster in time before she grabbed both of his weapon’s and tried to rip them away using the Force. Pascale though had had enough and he wanted to end this because hopefully with her/it gone the island may calm down a bit. He was trying hard to keep his balance in order to provide a better position to possibly make a strike.

    Then there was a familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber and Windu spoke up.

    "Leave him."

    It was a relief for Pascale as it seemed Windu now wanted to join the party. And inside he smirked, Ahsoka/notAhsoka was going to be surprised if she thought this Jedi would be a walkover, and she was matching wits with an archeologist of all people.

    An archeologist ho was a novice in the Force and had an Echo that he was not sure where it had come from. But this entity had picked the wrong men to pick a fight with.

    He felt through the Force the grip that Ahsoka/not Ahsoka had on him was slipping thanks to Windu. He added his own shove to the mix, focusing his eyes on Ahsoka/not Ahsoka’s eyes staring deep into them as if he could stare straight into the dark entity’s soul.

    I have been consumed by the beast before, and I will not be consumed by YOU.

    Waiting until she had gotten close enough using the Force he tried to shove her away as hard as he could, he lifted one of his legs and focused on her stomach wound, aiming the kick straight and hopefully true using all of his weight behind it and hopefully pushing her back towards Windu and his waiting blade. He was ready with his weapons just in case.

    Perhaps he could ask nicely for the Dagger of Mortis at the end.

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  5. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 24, 2004
    OOC: Another combo w/ @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422 and @TheSilentInfluence

    IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa, Ka'rta, and Madelyn Linnett

    Briefing room, Aboard the Ghost, Mandalore orbit

    Feyna pursed her lips, frowning at the now-empty space previously occupied by Amedda’s hologram. Once again, she didn’t fully trust everything he was saying—though unfortunately, much of his last monologue, before the battle, had evidently proven true. She wanted to believe that he was really gone this time, but he’d been supposedly dead before, and Feyna had no desire to fall into another of his traps.

    The idea that Luke would take the weapon for himself, after its Imperial equivalent had killed his mother and sister, was beyond detestable to Feyna—but without the crystal, the weapon’s superlaser couldn’t function anyway. Or at least it wouldn’t be destroying any planets, even if it had other weaponry.

    Assuming that Amedda was telling the truth about the crystal, of course. Why it mattered that Solo’s Box matched one in Amedda’s possession, Feyna didn’t know, nor did she particularly care. She was more concerned with its contents. “I want to actually see this crystal, before anything is decided as to how owe proceed from here.”

    She wouldn’t be making that mistake again.

    Ka'rta remained against the wall arching her brow. Really, really the puppet master behind everything, pulling all the strings pushing the galaxy towards darkness suddenly decides to 'make the galaxy better' by forcing the Empire and Republic to work together, to make stronger institutions. It sounded like a man scrambling to spite a partner that turned on him. Wasn't the whole goal to turn the scion of the Skywalker name to the 'dark side' whatever that meant. This was all confusing and made no sense to her. She most certainly didn't take him at his word. Then the 'Chancellor' spoke.

    "For once, I'm in agreement, let's see the crystal first. I don't fancy breaking another box when I find it empty."


    "Let's see, shall we..." said Hera, and in short order they were taking aboard the box from the docked ship. A single skinny and useless B-1 pilot droid was present, with blue colouring to indicate its role, with no weapons aboard, unless the droids stupidity could be considered to be so apparent to be painful. Owen shot it anyway, and clucked over the shuttle, confirming it had jumped straight from the Horuset system, and that its sensors showed that it had been launched from the Weapon; it had even recorded the ships stripping it of weapons, but, of course, recordings could be falsified and only the Crystal itself was evidence of anything.

    There it was.

    A box of the same design as the one Maz Kanata had handed over, sealed up but twelve faces present as ever.

    [​IMG]

    This one however included a short inscription.

    Treachery, Dread and Pain will come to the Protectors, and fracture they will.

    But otherwise, it was merely the box as before.

    Jyn frowned. "This is the box that everyone was chasing across the galaxy? Containing a perfect kyber crystal, or some-such?" There wasn't much else to add to that.

    "I just thought it was a random box that Han was given..." Jerod wondered aloud. "Why would Amedda have a copy in his collection?"

    "I am conscious that this is distracting us from the Ultimate Weapon... but we can't risk going after it if it has that superweapon," Hera said, hands on her hips.

    Feyna eyed the box with disdain. The inscription was new, and a bit unnerving, oddly reminding her of Amedda's cryptic references to a prophecy in his speech before the battle. She wanted to ask Master Bnar about it, but the crystal and the Ultimate Weapon were higher priority at the moment.

    She wondered whether it was a good idea to be discussing this in front of Piett, and she was aware that she'd left him hanging, but depending on whether the crystal was actually in the box or not, she might have another question or two for him, so she let him wait.

    She turned to Ka'rta. "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?"

    Madelyn had stayed quiet so far but turned to look at Ka'rta as Freya spoke. She nodded her permission, and reached out with the force.

    "If you want to go ahead, but just remember what happened on Mimban." Madelyn warned, and she felt more calm and collected. More confident. Maybe I'm finally learning to trust in the force and grow. Madelyn thought, and she eyed everyone else in the room. "And then once we've made our decisions, I need to discuss Mandalore with Ka'rta before we make any more decisions about how we move ahead." She leaned against a crate and shrugged, fingers tapping against the darksaber.

    The merc, well soon to be ex-merc if things were going to go the way they looked like they were, stepped up to the box. It looked the same, and she didn't care about the inscription all she cared about was the crystal. She walked forward open it like the last one, keeping her anger in check. Though she was still walking with a limp the bacta infused bandages doing their work, but slower than she needed them to. Looking to the Manda'lor she nodded her head. They would have to have a long talk about the future, of their home, and their clan.

    It opened without resistance; it revealed the Crystal of Pomojema in all its glory. Everything was as Amedda had said.

    Her eyes fell on the crystal that started this whole nightmare. She never thought she would actually be happy...well maybe happy was too strong a word...not angry to see it. She closed it turning back to the group.

    "It's the real deal all right...now what do we do with it?"

    "Unfortunately, these crystals are nearly impossible to destroy," Feyna began, remembering what Dr. Erso had told her. "So the best we can do is hide it away somewhere safe."

    Her gaze shifted to Piett. "Admiral, do you know, or do you have any information as to where Amedda hid the other crystals that the Empire stripped from the kyber worlds?" Possibly he didn't know, but if he did, they would need to ensure that those, too, didn't fall into the wrong hands.

    Piett shook his head. "They all went into the Death Star, but I may have a suggestion - we could drop it into a black hole. The Maw, perhaps?" He paused. "Did you want my fleet to advance on Korriban, to pursue the Weapon?"

    Mirdala, arms folded, hinted. "You could take the fleet here after Skywalker, leave Mandalore to recover from you bringing your war into our neutral territory..."

    That was dangerous speaking, because Linnett was Manda'lor, not him, but he may as well throw it out there. Jyn and the Coway gave him a look, separately scowling. Piett kept his face neutral - he was not here to dictate the Chancellor's policy.

    Ka'rta moved next to Mirdala looking to the others in the room. "He has a point." She grumbled, "Our job is done here, the Separatist Military is broken, the Imperial and Republic Fleets are coalescing into one. It is not Mandalore's problem that the chosen one's brat turned evil. We've given all we have...You are looking at the sum total of the Mando'a Military." She gestured to herself and Mirdala, "We've got nothing to contribute on this little mission of yours. We just got a Manda'lor the clans could follow...I don't fancy putting her in danger again...for nothing."

    Jerod seemed to be unhappy with that, but also, content. After all, Ka'rta had found herself a place, and she had returned to Mandalore. She had a home, and it wasn't Owen and her. So, Jerod simply kept her comments to herself and glared at Owen to stay silent.

    He did, with a shrug.

    Ka'rta looked to her former family, her Aunt and Uncle, maybe her mouth was getting a head of her. Was she really part of Mandalore now? Was this her home, not the stars above? Looking to Madelyn she recalled her promise, the one she made when she brought her into their clan. Her home was with her, where ever that was. It was a promise she couldn't leave behind to wander the stars with them.

    He look was a little mournful, and almost begging forgiveness.

    Feyna said nothing to Piett's suggestion about the crystal; it wasn't a bad idea, but she still didn't quite trust Piett enough to actually settle on the crystal's fate with him listening.

    As to the Weapon...Linnett hadn't yet decided whether or not Mandalore would join the New Republic, and while Feyna wouldn't press her for an answer now, it was clear that the Empire--and perhaps the Republic, as well--had worn out its welcome at Mandalore.

    "One way or another, I don't believe there is any further need for the fleet's presence at Mandalore, unless they intend to assist in the cleanup and recovery--and even then, only if the Mandalore requests it.

    "In regards to pursuing the Weapon, however...what is your current location, Admiral? The fleet here might be closer to Korriban, and the sooner we can locate the Weapon, the better."


    Piett clicked his feet together, coming to attention. "Chancellor, the fleet is above the inner Vandor planets; the closest inhabitable worlds I could rush refugees from Coruscant. You are most likely closest to Korriban, as say, though I can set out at your order." He saluted.

    Feyna was now commanding the surviving military of the galaxy. Ood Bnar nodded to himself, and Jyn pressed her lips together. The sooner the Weapon was destroyed, the sooner her fathers legacy would be redeemed in full. Owen squeezed Jerod's hand, smiling to each other in the kind of tired way that only two people hoping to have retired by now could.

    Madelyn sighed and rubbed a hand across her eyes. Should we help? We don't have that kind of mitary strength right now. She looked at Ka'tra when she spoke and nodded at her when she was done.

    "I'm sorry Chancellor; but I need to start rebuilding my planet." She looked at Admiral Piett and added, "I will be expecting you to help pay for our rebuilding efforts." Madelyn pointed out and spoke again before anyone had a chance to reply. "I wish you all the best of luck." She looked and Ka'tra and added in a whisper; "I want to declare Mandalore's independence from the Republic. What do you think?"

    Ka'rta gave Madelyn a look arching her brow a little. Taken a little by surprise by her suggestion. She had expected the Manda'lor to be all for staying in the Republic, of working with them. Going Independent would be a hard road and it would take a while for them to fully rebuild. But, it would be their rebuild, something to keep the clans occupied and working together rather than scheming to overthrow one another.

    "It could work." She whispered back, "It will be a hard road, and will take a long time, but we can do it...so long as we can control any meddling that occurs." She tightened her fist, not trusting the Chancellor or the Admiral to not try and 'intervene' in Mandalorian affairs.

    Madelyn smiled. "I know. But we can go down that road together; with our family." She took a deep breath and look around the room. "Mandalore and its systems will become independent from the Republic." Madelyn declared with confidence. "I will have a council made up and any matters which the Republic wishes to address with us will have to go through them."

    Feyna only nodded to Linnett; it was not an unexpected decision, considering the trouble they'd brought to Mandalore.

    She turned to Piett. "The fleet here will proceed to Korriban, but you are to take your fleet to Elom, and hold there on standby."

    Without the crystal, the Weapon wasn't as intimidating a target as it could have been, but it couldn't hurt to have Piett nearby for backup, and Elom wasn't far from Korriban.

    "I'll be in touch with you again soon."

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  6. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    OOC: A crazy epic combo with the always amazing QueenSabe and our illustrious GM Sinrebirth! Thank you both! [face_hypnotized]^:)^

    IC: Darth Ananke, Aryan, Lyz, and Arek Graul

    Mirror Cave, Ach-to

    The moment came and passed, and surprisingly…impossibly, Aryan was still alive. He couldn’t explain what had occurred, but he perceived it as a palpable shift that seemed to resonate through the entire length of the cavern. Arek remained at the center of this mild disturbance, and while the boy didn’t articulate his thoughts directly, Aryan could see the change in his demeanor. In that way, he could read his son’s moods and expressions as plainly as a formal report on his datapad.

    And in this instance, they told him that Arek had come to a revelation of sorts. Whether Aryan’s words had incited that discovery, or if it was something else beyond his control, he couldn’t be certain. There was one thing he did know, however – the change, the positive pulse that now reverberated all around them; it was hope. Hope for the family and of their possible reconciliation.

    And that scared Aryan.

    Not only because he was starting to actually believe him, but it also meant that Arek was likely about to do something desperate. It was nearly impossible to think about, especially after he had only just reached him through the darkness that had tainted his soul. That’s why he remained rooted in place, even when his son advised him to run and flee by the same passage that Lyz had taken to escape. He wanted to know why this had to happen; if there was anything he could do to assist. Perhaps he could bring him back from the brink…

    “Arek,” Aryan called weakly, his brow furrowed with concern. He spread his hands with his palms out, practically pleading with him to step away and join him.

    And then he realized why that wouldn’t be possible, or rather...why Arek would refuse. The discomfort started as a dull ache at the base of his jaw, steadily working its way into his ear and up through his sinuses until he ultimately winced in pain. It felt like the onset of a terrible toothache, but he knew better than that; it was a warning. Somehow, he knew she was coming before he ever heard the clipped staccato of her footsteps echoing from the far end of the cavern:

    Ananke had arrived to finish the job she had started on Coruscant.

    And Arek, through his youthful optimism, had elected to sacrifice himself to stop her, and possibly save what remained of their fractured family.

    Ananke hadn't taken a single step further after she had dropped down the hole to land on her feet, touching the dirt-covered ground of the cave with no more than a faint thud. The impact, however light it was, shifted her ribs and the resulting pain drove deep but she had settled herself so far into the darkest reaches of the Force that it was there and gone quickly. Her mind was intensely focused on things far more important than her mediocre injuries; they were only fuel for the fire and nothing more.

    She could see them, and they her, and while it was clear now that Arek had cut whatever meager ties he might have had to her, she didn't care in the least. She had laid eyes on Aryan and the very sight of the former Emperor still alive made her feel as though her skin was alight in flame, the blood running beneath near-boiling. She had thought that son would kill father, and mother - Lyz Graul's presence here was not lost on her, and she honed in on her location... not far off down a shadowed corridor - but she had thought wrong, and was not surprised. She had known Arek was too weak, too needy and attached to his parents. Maybe he actually thought they loved him... idiot.

    They feared him, and it wasted on a cowardly child that would never live to reach his true potential. Her only regret was having ever entertained the idea of training him, however, she knew her motivations for doing so would've reached the same conclusion as now. His death.

    Aryan wanted to protest and attempt to knock some sense into the boy, but he knew it was a fruitless gesture. He had inherited Aryan’s stubborn pride, and he wouldn’t listen to reason, despite the fact that he was grossly outmatched compared to Ananke’s raw power. And yet, if there was a chance that he could succeed, he had to give him that opportunity. He couldn’t deny him that one final chance at fulfillment and gratification.

    With a deep sigh, Aryan resolved himself to what must take place and offered a small nod of understanding. He stared at his son for a long moment after that, his vision blurring slightly as he committed every detail of his countenance to memory. He then finally turned and began to make his retreat down the darkened corridor.

    Small tendrils of electricity danced on and around Ananke's palms as she listened to Arek telling Aryan to run, and then teasing her with a threat for her to leave. She betrayed no emotion because she felt none, watching as the elder Graul began to retreat with her lips curled into a sneer, her eyes returning to his son.

    "I should have killed you in the forest when I had the chance," she hissed like a snake, poison dripping from every word. They weren't close, but she knew he would hear her. "Though now, mommy and daddy have the opportunity to watch."

    As she had already reached for Lyz in the Force, she formed an unseen vice around the woman's skeletal frame and with a twist of a wrist and a clench of her fist she would feel - then not - the lower half of her spine arch back suddenly against her will and abruptly snap as she was nearly folded in half. Aryan might be close enough to hear an audible pop, Arek would surely sense it as she did, though it was a shame he wouldn't take pleasure from it as she did. No, he'd feel attacked, and Ananke wasn't foolish, having been well aware of the boy's growing strength long before she had joined the party down here. Her goal would be to get him to lose control and to act without a plan because she'd be able to end this quick enough at his first misstep.

    Being impulsive had its advantages but he was coddled and privileged, not broken and reborn. He would have no idea how to handle her.

    Arek felt and heard and felt his mother's spine go, and her cry out. Lyz crashed to the ground not far from Aryan, gasping. "Aryan, I can't feel my -"

    Tears burst from her, as she realised what Ananke had stolen from her. Her legs; her body; her pride and freedom. "She's crippled me."

    Aryan had heard the distinct snap of splintering bone even before Lyz confirmed his suspicions with a mournful cry. He had still been several feet away when he initially saw her body contort at an unnatural angle and collapse to the stone floor in a heap. It was truly a morbid display to behold, her frame becoming nothing more than a helpless marionette to an elusive and powerful puppetmaster.

    It was enough to give him pause.

    With a sharp intake of breath, Aryan now came to a shuffling halt and stood above the broken form of his wife, glancing down at her as she whimpered and moaned in her eternal agony. He realized that seeing her in this state had diminished his pain and loathing. He no longer wanted to harm her. Whether that was because he genuinely felt sorry for her, or he believed that she had finally received all she deserved, he could not be certain. Either way, he found that her past transgressions did not seem to matter quite so much after witnessing such a shameless act of cruelty. It dulled the senses, and on some level, perhaps he was even beginning to pity her.

    Maybe.

    “I need you to stay quiet and relax,” he huffed sharply as he knelt down beside her, resting a hand on her legs before reaching around to support her back and shoulders from behind. His actions were rather abrupt, but he remained mindful of her condition and tried not to move her in such a way that could injure her further.

    “They have...ways to fix this,” Aryan continued after a brief pause, tapping his prosthetic left leg to reaffirm his position. “It might take some effort, but it’s the same basic principle. But right now, I need you to focus so we can get out of here, alright?”

    Biting his lower lip, Aryan issued a sigh as he mulled over their options. He first glanced over his shoulder toward Arek and Ananke before turning back to regard the high, crystalline wall that blocked their path in the opposite direction. He wasn’t very confident in either escape route; they were essentially boxed in. Still, he had to try.

    For Arek, it was as if a dam had burst from within him, and he roared, his hands shoving forward and a stream of lightning was preceded by a powerful Force push. His rage buffeted them all, making Lyz's hair flare in the wind, and, laying awkwardly, she saw the cave light up blue and the lightning illuminate the darkness itself.

    Something primal hit them all, and Ananke and Aryan would feel it as if someone had driven a needle right through their skulls... and behind them, the mirror seemed to shine, the blue reflected in it coruscating across the surface as it became alive with the energy it witnessed.

    No matter how futile it seemed, Aryan had resolved to search for a way out through the apparent dead end, but just as he leveraged himself to stand with Lyz in his arms, he noted the strange, blue light scintillating along the cavern wall. It seemed to shift and waver in tandem with Arek’s violent outburst, a physical manifestation of his son’s tremendous power. It caused him to momentarily stumble.

    And that’s when the pain slammed into him.

    It started as a mild discomfort just above his eyebrows, something he could’ve easily attributed to his earlier head wound, but it only continued to grow in intensity. He gasped and closed his eyes tightly against the mounting pressure, stumbling back even further as he tried to get a handle on himself. That was the last thing he remembered before his mind blossomed with excruciating agony, sending a brilliant, white flare across his field of vision.

    Aryan cried out with an anguished scream, his expression twisting into a mask of pure misery. His legs buckled from under him, and he collapsed back to his knees, the impact jolting Lyz from his grip and sending her bouncing back to the stone floor. He hardly seemed to notice at this point. Instead, he clutched desperately at his head, his fingers curling inward to find purchase, almost as if he believed that this would relieve his suffering.

    It did not.

    With little hope left, Aryan fell into the fetal position and longed for oblivion to overtake him.

    Lyz felt Aryan drop her, unsure what was wrong with him, but instinctively knew that it was to do with whatever Arek was doing. She fell awkwardly, but it did nothing to her in comparison to what Ananke had done to her. She rolled and saw Aryan clutching his head, agony contorting his expression.

    Something Ananke had done to him? She reached over and laid herself over Aryan, holding him and his pain in her arms, trying to ignore her eyes as they stung. What did it matter what he had done to her? Or what she had done to him? They were in danger, and they needed each other now.

    She screamed, a hoarse cry of pain and misery and terror, but it was drowned out by the sound of Arek's light show, coruscating up the walls of the cave and jolting across the entire area, even though the majority was hurled at Ananke.

    Lyz was handled, Aryan was a non-issue, and Arek was responding accordingly. Ananke was prepared for his initial outburst to be one of frightening intensity and she was not let down when the younger Graul released a volley of lightning in her direction, one in which did manage to actually impress her.

    The Force assault left not just his fingertips but his entire body, coruscating throughout every corner and crevasse of the cavern just as something unseen reached into the deepest recesses of her mind. It was invasive and it was agonizing, so much so that Ananke cried out and dropped to her knees as she felt every joint seize up with pain. She could almost hear the cracks in her rib cage rattle against the pressure... but, as she acknowledged upon entering this impending battle, she was prepared.

    The Force push hit her ahead of when the electric shards would and she allowed it to take her. It smacked into her fresh and hastily constructed Force barrier, which snapped like a rubber band the moment the energy collided with it though it did take the brunt of the attack. Ananke was carried up off her knees and flew back a ways, coming to land half in-half out of the pool of water that nearly bisected the cave. In turn, she shoved up to standing again with the use of the Force and lit up her own electrically-charged counter-strike, just in time to match Arek's. Tears left her eyes from the strain, but she held her own, pushing back against a child that had no strategy except to sacrifice himself.

    She'd see to it he succeeded.

    Arek was rage incarnate; unfocused, unrefined, undefined. His anguish rolled through the cave, bolts ripping at the cave walls and lapping across the ground. Clods of earth were ripped free, but the font of his power sought Ananke.

    Her rage, though wounded, though singed, though worn, it was not clawing but a dagger driving through his storm, and it dug into his chest and sent him spinning, hurled end over end over Aryan and Lyz, crashing into the rearmost wall. He slid to the ground, a bloody smear evident, Arek flopping to the floor -

    But his attack did its harm, and though the most frontal element of it was torn apart, the rest touched the water Ananke now stood in for the briefest instant, conducting, electrifying her, before her attack hit and Arek’s lightning ceased -

    At which point the resonance between Aryan and Ananke and indeed Rouser, up above, came to an end. The pain ceased.

    Lyz tried to turn to look at Arek, and found she could not move quick enough. She could only seethe at herself, at Ananke, at everyone and everything. Tears burst free. “Aryan!”

    It was the plaintive wail of a helpless mother, impeaching the father to save them all.

    The blood, incidentally, vanished into the mirror. It glittered, and if someone could describe a reflective panel as malevolent, the way in which it greedily sucked up Arek’s blood and then shone all the better for it was the only way to describe it so.

    In the brilliance of the twin lightning display, in the midst of her focused assault that was only further fueled by her own pain and rage that coursed through her body and mind, Ananke managed to slice through Arek's powerful yet uncoordinated attack and beat him... sending a knife blow of the Force straight to his chest. She had a brief moment to watch as the boy's body sailed through the air, ensnared in the electric remnants of her lightning-like neon snakes were coiling around his limp form to guide it along to the far cavern wall. With a crunch he hit and she laughed, her hands dropping weakly to her sides as she reveled in a dark, malicious glee.

    Of course, Arek's damage had been done before she had broken him. Ananke's eyes were suddenly drawn down to her feet that still stood in less than an inch of water... she felt the millisecond of a static warmth just as the Force sent its warning but it was a warning come too late. She was abruptly struck with an electrical surge and for a stretch of discernible time she thought that she was being literally cooked from the inside out. The feeling surpassed the point of physical agony and moved into the realm of her soul, tearing her apart piece by piece...

    Aryan could barely hear Lyz’s frantic cry through the mental haze that had engulfed his mind in the wake of his agony. The pain might have subsided, but the scars remained; he felt weak, and he was having a difficult time focusing on what was occurring around him. He was only vaguely aware of the body slumped against the translucent wall, unmoving and bloodied. He furtively hoped that it belonged to Ananke, though he would soon have his spirits crushed when he realized that it was Arek instead.

    His boy...

    A pitiful groan issued from Aryan’s throat as he reluctantly lifted his head and disentangled himself from Lyz’s protective embrace. His eyes immediately traversed the cavern until they came to rest on his son, his lips parting with distress and fear. He wanted to rant or slam his fists into the stone edifice that loomed before him, but all he could do was stare as he inched close to Arek’s side. It was over; the darkness had defeated them. Aryan had failed to fulfill his son’s last request by securing their escape, and now Arek had suffered the consequences in vain.

    As he reached out to touch his son’s face and to wipe away the blood smeared upon his forehead, he saw that his hand was trembling. Aryan quickly clenched it into a fist so that Arek would not bear witness to his vulnerabilities. Instead, he angled his chin so that he could see the spectral pool and the creature wallowing at its edge – the wounded Ananke.

    And then it stopped. Like a light had been switched off, it all ceased to be and Ananke collapsed wholly back into the pool's edge, gasping and wheezing for air. Every breath felt as though she were inhaling still-lit ash into her scorched lungs, and the taste of blood returned to her tongue. Tremors lingered as muscles involuntarily spasmed, sending her back arching painfully, though it allowed her to really see the mirrored surface of another side of this cave. It seemed to shimmer...

    “This is your fault,” Aryan hissed under his breath, his blue-gray eyes shining brightly with a fierce intensity.

    In the silence that followed, he could feel the pressure mounting within his chest, an uncontrollable burn that soon reached out to consume every fiber of his being. Rage. Pure, unbridled rage. It fueled his despair and left him desperately seeking an outlet to alleviate his pain.

    Without warning, Aryan clenched his teeth and unleashed a raw, terrifying scream.

    Ananke's eyes whipped to where Aryan lie near his son's immobile form, choking out a cackle in reaction to his vocal rage. She dissolved into a coughing fit, and as it came to an end she slowly began struggling to regain her footing but found it quite difficult to get her legs to hold her weight. No matter, and she kept her gaze on the Graul men as she half walked, half stumbled her way along the lip of the water towards them, using rocks and walls to keep her balance.

    The glittering wall, almost alive in the way it seemed to ebb and flow with its reflections, was now to her right with her targets a ways down dead ahead as she came to a stop, grasping a sharp outcropping of stone and leaning there while she still worked to regain her composure. "This is all my fault, you twit," she snapped, sweeping her free hand out to point at them, specifically Arek. "Every single second of it, mine."

    Pulling on the Force as hard as she could to sustain her, Ananke pushed away from her support and cautiously - unevenly - stepped closer, her lightsaber returning to a hand and activating immediately. The crimson blade was reflected strangely at the mirror-wall at her side, following along like a bloody shadow. "Your reign is at an end, Emperor," she stated calmly, now picking up on signs of life still emanating from his son. She lifted her opposite hand to raise his body from the ground, choosing to disregard the fact that her arm was shaking against the strain. Arek moved deftly across the space and she dropped him down hard a few feet in front of her.

    "The last thing you will see is me, taking the last vestiges of life from your only child. Before I do the same... to you." Most of her body soaked in water and coated in earth, blood caked to her face and hair, her clothes torn and ruined... Ananke appeared every bit the part of a beaten woman, a being drained and almost to the point of saying 'no more.' In her mind, and what she knew she felt within, it was still quite the opposite. This was the end, and she would finish it herself.

    Raising her lightsaber high above her head, she looked down at Arek and lunged in with a pair of deceptively agile steps, her blade coming down on a trajectory that would aim to pierce him straight in the center of his chest. Where she had driven the proverbial knife before, now she actually would.

    Aryan ignored her taunting and rose shakily to his feet, his eyes focused on Arek’s inanimate form as it floated across the cavern in accordance with Ananke’s will. As he ultimately landed at her feet, and she lifted her blade to run the boy through, Aryan reacted on pure impulse. It was a primal instinct that extended down to his very soul – the love of a father for his only son.

    With his fists clenched at his sides and his expression pulled tight with grim determination, Aryan scuffled forward in an attempt to thwart Ananke’s killing blow. He didn’t know how he would accomplish this seemingly impossible feat, but he would literally throw himself at her if he had to.

    Unfortunately, he wouldn’t reach them in time to make a difference.

    The blade went in, and in and in... and out the other side. Arek gasped, pained and burned and murdered through and through. So this was what death felt like. Arek clutched her hands, holding her there so she could not kill him immediately by withdrawing the lightsaber. He would nonetheless die within moments.

    Lyz screamed, holding out her hand, another to her face, choking on tears. The Graul family was finished; without their son, they had no future. It didn't matter what they had done to each other, as long as Arek kept the family alive. They would not reverberate through history without Arek - history would merely remember Aryan and Lyz, the Emperor and Empress who had been the pieces in the game between Amedda and Ananke.

    Arek grimaced, and poured the Force into her wrists, electrifying her again, determined to hurt this damnable woman, his teeth grit in agony. "I refuse to die... without you..." He was burning out, burning through -

    Ananke held fast, resisting the urge to pull away from Arek even as he attempted one more time to cause her lasting damage. She was locked eye-to-eye with him, watching eagerly as the very last breath left his lungs and his life force died out like a flame doused by water. She was riddled with electric shocks again, but they were nowhere near the strength of his first try and while painful, were shuffled off her skin the moment he passed.

    The mirror gleamed, and just as suddenly Arek was yanked from her blade, his corpse sliding between Aryan and Lyz, a bloody smear streaking across the floor until he reached the mirror - and vanishing within it, but his death echoed out -

    And echoed through Aryan. As his son died, he would feel the Force burst out of him, Arek's final act upon the Force emerging from Aryan; lightning exploded from him, and Lyz managed to roll away in shock. The lightning ripped into the cave anew, digging deep, and a word echoed through the mirror in a surprised voice.

    “Skelm?!”

    Illuminated in the mirror, the lightning showing him, was a man in black. A black hood; a black silhouette; a black visage. He covered his mouth, cringing to himself, thinking to himself. Oops. I hope they didn't hear me. Not that yanking their dead son through a mirror was obvious enough!

    Maybe they'd see him, maybe they wouldn't. They were a little busy at present!

    I reckon I can tick "What would happen if I put Qi’ra in the other timeline?" off my list of questions, mind you. It definitely didn't do what I had expected... he thought to himself. It's all gone so very differently to there... but at least I know it wasn't her that changed things between the two realities…

    Aryan could not mourn; the power that had encompassed the hollow space after Arek had vanished consumed him to the point of feeling numb. As such, he did not hear the disembodied voice call out with an unusual name, nor did he see the shadowy presence shimmering in the reflective surface. In fact, he could not focus on anything else in that moment except for the profound transformation happening within his body and mind. He could sense it coursing through his veins, filling every facet of his being until it erupted in a tremendous ball of energy that coruscated out from his very soul.

    He had found his release.

    Thrown onto her back by the sequence of inexplicable happenings, Ananke shielded her eyes from the display emanating from Aryan though none of it reached her physically for the time being. She was far more preoccupied by Arek's body, anyways, and how it had simply disappeared. Here and gone in a heartbeat, sucked away from the blade of her lightsaber and into the peculiar fabric of the wall that now she knew was much more than just that, as from it came a sound - a voice that called out what she assumed could be a name.

    Keeping a peripheral watch on the gathering energies encircling the former Emperor, she rolled to her side and then rose to full height, peering into the almost ethereal shine, staring and seeing... an outline. Or more shadow, perhaps, but it moved in a human-like way. Her lips parted in thought. "Skelm..." she repeated under her breath, tasting the word but not knowing at all what it meant or whom it belonged to. However, she deduced enough considering who among them still lived, and knowing that it was not hers, well...

    Her head whipped back to Aryan as the Force couldn't ignore what it was that seemed to be consuming him. Her gaze narrowed and she squared herself off, the mysterious mirror at her back and her foe at her front.

    It was both painful and exhilarating, and Aryan heard himself scream as he closed his eyes against the blinding intensity that surrounded him. He couldn’t explain what was happening to him; it was as if this power...this force, was feeding on his emotions – all of his rage, his anger, frustration, anguish, and grief. It all came together to become a powerful ally. If he delved deep enough, he found that he could almost touch it.

    Was this his son’s parting gift to him before he had perished? Had he somehow passed on to him his affinity for the Force? If so, how was that possible? It didn’t make sense; none of it made sense.

    And yet, Aryan realized that he was still in a life or death situation. He could not waste this opportunity trying to figure things out. He had to act, he had to--was he able to manipulate it as well?

    Angling his chin toward Ananke, Aryan bared his teeth and sneered at the woman, all of his hate rushing to the surface. Without much thought, he instinctively seized upon this…echo in the Force that was running through him and turned it upon Ananke. It took all of his effort to find his center, his knees and hands trembling under the strain, as he yelled out once more.

    If she had actually cared Ananke may have rolled her eyes, but she didn't care in the least. Having picked up via senses, and the obvious physical movements Aryan displayed - that he would attempt to project these powers of unknown origin towards where she stood - the Sith was already moving out of harm's way before it would even release from his body. Instead, seeing as her interest had shifted by this point to focus on where it was Arek's corpse had been whisked off to, she merely lifted herself from the ground to jump a short distance away in order to redirect whatever was about to happen upon the wall she now wished to see the other side of.

    Having landed only a foot or two next to where Lyz lie, her blade, still ignited, swept out viciously once and then came back around to slash down a second time vertically. The top of the woman's skull would lob off right as her chest was seared open clear through to her heart. Ananke wouldn't even pause to admire her good work, having already turned back to see if Graul actually had enough strength to crack a mirror before this was all over.

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    IC: Admiral Raddus
    Profundity, flagship of the New Republic fleet, then, Korriban

    It had been a chaotic hour, swapping between a battle for survival to ship after ship arriving to join the armada gathering - Hapan Battle Dragons, Centrality battlecruisers, Senex Dreadnaughts, Corellian cruisers and corvettes, Fondorian assault frigates, Sullustan cruiser-carriers and of course more than two dozen captured Imperial Star Destroyers. Admiral Raddus, aboard the sole Mon Calamari cruiser, the Profundity, had accepted the survivors of the Battle of Mandalore on the surface.

    Winter was stabilized, but word had spread that Mandalore Linnett had requested the New Republic leave, and indeed leave the Mandalore Sector alone. It was a wrinkle in the shoal, but Raddus appreciated that the Mandalorians had been thoroughly divided by the Empire and criminal families, and had suffered terribly at the hands of the Separatists. They deserved the opportunity to rebuild and recover.

    The fleet was gearing up even as the Chancellor was escorted aboard, given all manner of sit-rep, acquired a staff of aides donated by various worlds seeking her approval - who promptly were turned around by Hera Syndulla with reassurances that everyone would have their chance to speak to the Chancellor in good time -, given a brief opportunity to refresh herself, and even offered food while the fleet jumped, with Piett heading to Elom with a somewhat smaller fleet.

    Raddus would have preferred the no nonsense Senator Bel Iblis, but he was long gone, leaving Feyna Organa in-charge, and Raddus thanked the ocean that he had the opportunity to quibble over his leader rather than a school of dead to mourn over. The fleet arrived as she reached the bridge, exposing the Ultimate Weapon in all its spherical glory...

    The Admiral stood to attention, and appreciated that they had a fight on their hands. He regarded the screens; Prince Isolder of Hapes, Jan Dodonna leading the captured Imperial ships, Kvarm Jia of Fondor, and so forth, all awaiting orders. But the Chancellor, with little Jyn Erso, Hera and Ood Bnar among her retinue, would have first and final say on the attack.

    Meanwhile, Darth Zorn, he found that his little toy would need some tweaking. It did not jump to the Mytus system as instructed, not immediately. Some separate droids had received instructions to dismantle the engines, and the Super Tactical Droid had to issue counter-orders. It didn't take long to fix, and as the New Republic Fleet arrived the hyperdrive was already winding up. But, nonetheless, there was a gap in-which the Ultimate Weapon was vulnerable.

    He was awoken from his meditations with the news, and that the fleet that had arrived. More than two hundred capital ships, more than half of which were Star Destroyer size or equivalents. A true threat. Nearing weapons range, and the Weapon was not yet ready to jump; nearly, but not as nearly as the streaking capital ships were ready for the battle to end the war.

    Five minutes, maybe eight, at most.

    The children felt the Jedi Master, and the Jedi Master felt them. But, he did not intervene. The Chancellor had to make a decision for all the children of the galaxy, not just a handful of Jedi ones. Where the children true Jedi, they would have understood the necessity of their sacrifice, nay, they would have demanded it.

    The Crystal however... the son of Skywalker would be able to sense the oily presence of it aboard the Profundity, even at the center of the immense formation, behind the rustling arms of a thousand guns, the poised attention of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and pilots, the gathered mass of hundreds of starfighters, crouched in their hangars and ready to launch.

    Perhaps that was Darth Wyyrlok's final manipulation; tempting the boy who lusted for power with the Crystal itself...

    ... with ultimate power.

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    IC: Dark Ahsoka

    Ach-To, skirmishing by the Jedi tree

    As fire consumed the ancient wood, Mace yanked upon the Mortis Dagger, and it tumbled free as Dark Ahsoka wrestled with competing influences. Similarly, Rouser would succeed in tipping the balance with his shove, but before his foot could be raised the Echo of the confrontation below drove through his forehead, a pain unlike any.

    The damage was done, however, and Dark Ahsoka fell upon Mace's lightsaber, which split her in two. In a moment, the apparition vanished, with Ahsoka's voice ringing. Thank you.

    The pain came to an end for Rouser as the island shook all the more, and the Force seemed to writhe with confusion, and then - split. The island did as the Force did, a rent opening the ground. The cave that Ananke had killed Arek and Lyz suddenly acquired a seam in the ceiling, and the crevasse began at the tree and ended at the cave. Such was the suddenness of the moment that Mace and Rouser would fall down the island-wide split, tipped into the arena, splashing into the water, bruised and bloodied -

    - the Dagger of Mortis clattered to the ground at Aryan's feet -

    - the glass mirror shattered, revealing darkness -



    "All right! Enough!" The mirror at the base of the cave - directly opposite the split tree some distance away - allowed a man in a black-coat and hood to appear through, though not all of him came into their world.

    "Yes, hi, Master Windu, I know you couldn't see through the mirror earlier but I didn't want to spoil you for the end, you see!" Behind the cloaked-man they could see a backdrop of green, with some kind of structure in the distance. A circular walled city? On the grass behind him lay Arek’s body.

    There would be a ripple of shock within Ananke, Rouser and Aryan. They didn't know this man, but part of them recognised him. Somehow, impossibly so.

    "I did it!" He held up his gloved hands, as if to confess. "I changed one or two things, alright?" He cried out. "I did it."

    What Ananke would be able to recognise was that the sensation clinging to this mind was the same as the Holocron of Braata. She would also recognise that the said Holocron had warned her against rushing head-long, and of course as much as she had fought and killed Ahsoka and Arek and even Rouser and Aryan seemingly now had the Force, she also had Mace Windu here, a senior Jedi Master - somehow - in a chain of somehow’s that had began when she overthrew Darth Maul all those years ago.

    The man in the hood waited for the tableau to calm; for the exhaustion all four of them would feel nibbled at them.

    Would he find that calm?

    The confrontation here would set off the rest of the future that had been ruined... and they each had their piece of the puzzle.

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    IC: Arb Skynxnex

    Mandalore, Keldabe

    In short order, the New Republic fleet left, depositing Linnett, Ka'rta, Jerod, Owen and Mirdala in the wreckage of Keldabe. Bladebringer came too, before heading off to command her surviving Coway to come and serve the SkyWalker and Mandalore as their honour guard. She left to gather her men and women, bowing to Ka'rta first. The five of them were left with an open path to the old city centre.

    Already clans were moving to dig through the wreckage. There was a halfway decent-sized building near the center which was mostly intact, and someone had erected a flag there. A few smaller, squat buildings were intact, but that was hardly a reflection of the capital which had once stood here. The Osik had been through hell, but it was already the focus of a small repair effort beside the not-quite-tower.

    In very short order, they were there, and as they neared the Osik a small group of Mandalorians stepped down the ramp. In the lead was a shorter man, but he cocked a blaster from his shoulder, before it became apparent that the four escorting Mandalorians were crimson armoured... and their helmets were horned.

    "Yes, we're the very last of Death Watch," the front man, grinned. He had no helmet, but that would not enable them to identify him. "The name's Arb Skynxnex, I served Lady Ananke. You may have heard of some of my handiwork; the burning down of Coruscant?" His smirk widened.

    The two rearmost Mandalorians drew short sabers of beskad, while the front two held paired chrome pistols. “Us three, and Lady Ananke - we’ve been tugging back and forth on the fate of the Mandalorians but now it’s over. We’ve very much done.” He jerker a thing back at Ka’rta’s ship.

    "Pretty ship, but now, Mandalore, I require that Darksaber back." Arb shrugged. "The sooner you do so, the less likely it is that one of your friends die, and of course I don't trigger the bomb." He held out a switch. "The one aboard the Osik."

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  8. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    (A finale for Mandalore written by @Sinrebirth @TheSilentInfluence and myself)

    IC
    : Madelyn Linnett, Ka'rta
    Mandalore

    Madelyn realised she should have been scared. But she wasn't. She felt the force go through her, keeping her calm as she looked at the remaining members of Death Watch.

    "You want be to surrender? I thought you came to be to discuss yours." Madelyn put a hand behind her back, crossed her fingers to let Ka'rta know to shoot the one with the trigger. She placed her other hand on the Darksaber, smiling sweetly.

    "I know all about Death Watch. You had the right idea, Mandalorian's should never be pacifists. We don't need to be. And now that we are on our own again; the Republic or the Sith can't force us to do their bidding. Everything we do is for Mandalore." Madelyn shrugged at them and unhooked the Darksaber. Held it out in front of her. "Everything that needs to be done is for Mandalore. You were never treated the way you deserve were you?"

    As they were getting returned to the ground, Ka'rta got back into her armor, with some help from Mirdala. She still walked with a bit of a limp, but her reactions shouldn't be slowed by painkillers, since she never took any. Walking down the ramp and through the rubble she found other clans other Mandalorians pawing through it, looking for loved ones, or starting the rebuild that would take many years to complete.

    In the rubble she saw a familiar shape...the Oisk. It took everything she had not to rush up to it like finding an old friend again. Her joy was somewhat tempered by the approaching red and black figures, Death Watch. A sneer formed under her facemask as Skynxnex threatened her, and her ship. They had to know they were outnumbered, one call from the true Manda'lor and they would be turned into atoms. Under her helmet she set her com to a hardened frequency, not a mandalorian one, the one used between her Jerrod and Owen. She had also added Mirdala though if he was listening on it was another matter.

    "Owen take out the back left, Jerrod back right, me and Mirdala will handle the front two...let's hope the Manada'lor is quick enough...on my signal." Her hands drifted down to her blaster pistols. These people once fought by their side, now they turned against them. They would need to be eliminated. Either by the Manda'lor or by her right hand...Ka'rta.

    Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Madelyn give the a signal of her own. Crossed fingers, she was lying she was not discussing surrender, she was distracting them.

    "Change of plans...go with the flow." She sent out before quickly drawing her pistols and spraying shots, the first few aimed at Skynxnex's head.

    Madelyn turned the Darksaber on just below the wrist that was holding the trigger hoping to cut it of, her other hand ready to catch the device and move out of the way of the shots. Using the darksaber again to chop down another Death Watch member. She turned again and took at defensive stance as more of her people pulled out their weapons.

    "Ka'rta on your left!"

    The former merc turned just in time as the short blade cut across the back of her armor. Bringing her arm over she locked the other Death Watch member's hands against her and pressed her blaster under their chin and fired. The shot didn't exit the armor too strong to let the blast travel past their head. Throwing their body to the ground she turned to see on of the other black and red clad soldiers go for a grenade on their belt.

    "Grenade." she called out pointing towards the being reaching for the ordinance.

    Madelyn turned and used the force to throw her darksaber at the Death Watch member before they could grab the grenade, slicing through the gap in their armor between their neck and head. Madelyn brought the Darksaber back to her and held it once again, nodding at Ka'rta before looking around for more enemies.

    In short order the initial group was dealt with drawing the attention of the other mandalorians around. They began to move closer, what weapons they had out. Ka'rta turned to them scanning for any Death Watch hiding among them. Spotting one she fired off a quick shot catching them in the throat. That was one, but there could be more.

    In very short order, Synxnex found the entire situation had gone wrong, and he barely managed to jerk his head back from the blaster shots thrown his way. One creased his face and another caught his eye, to which he screamed, firing his jet-pack and launching away from the fray, leaving the remote behind and narrowly missing losing a hand. He precariously landed on the corner of the half-building, looking down some dozen stories as the other four died, one hand clutching his face.

    His other hand had drifted to his stomach, and he looked down at them.

    "So... the future belongs to you, does it?"

    He toppled, falling out of sight but with a satisfying crunch at the end of the fall.

    Jerod and Mirdala and Owen had launched into action in a dramatic moment, and the surviving Death Watch were down; dead. Not that Ka'rta and Linnett had left much to do.

    Mandalorians were milling around the edges of the city, watching the fray. They began to trot over, milling for a moment - for their Mandalore telling them what they were to do next. If they were to be independent, as word suggested, how would they stand?

    As Protectors? As Crusaders? Or would they merely serve a new Death Watch under Linnett?

    There were three pathways open to the Mandalorians - there always had been, and always would be. The Jedi and Sith could lean on any one of them at any one time, what few remained. But the New Republic existed, and the Empire had yet to entirely fade.

    For a moment, they were something, and nothing. Mirdala sized up the gathering two or three dozen in the interim.

    Madelyn watched the Mandalorian's start to mill about. She looked at Ka'rta and reached over to pull her by her side as she started to speak. "In the Old Republic Mandalorians followed each other into battle. We didn't squabble amongst ourselves, we weren't divided. As Mandalorians we need to protect ourselves and our people. So now we need to rebuild ourselves. I don't want to rely on the Republic or the Sith for their protection. Have we not protected our own for generations?" Madelyn took a deep breath. "This is a new era for us. As long as we work together I know we can stand on our own."

    Ka'rta stood next to Madelyn, the new manda'lor that has seen this planet through the most latest battle, unified them, and destroyed the last remaining pieces of those that stood against their coming together. They were now a united Mandalore, how long they stayed like that was a up for discussion. Though if Madelyn could rally them, they could hold together at least for the rest of her life.

    "The future, finally after so many years is in our hands, we get the chance to rebuild, we guide it not dictated by wars, or by our neighbors. It is ours, let's make something of it."

    There was a commotion between them all, but then the cheers began. It was infectious, and very swiftly took over the group, and indeed spread to the rest of the remaining City. At the end of it all, these two had led them through a Separatist and Imperial invasion and everyone now knew to steer well clear of Mandalore. The New Republic could have had their go at conquest, and instead they left, and Mandalore was again its own.

    It was a cheer of hope.

    All the loose ends were done.

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  9. Jerjerrod-Lennox

    Jerjerrod-Lennox Fall 2019 RPF - Best Roleplayer star 7 VIP - Game Winner

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    IC: Pascale Rouser
    Location: An island, then a cave Ach To


    Whatever Mace had done it seemed to have worked as the Dagger of Mortis tumbled free of Ahsoka/not Ahsoka’s grasp. The shove he had also commenced also worked because she immediately moved away from him and back towards Windu.

    However as he raised his leg , a pain shot into his skull that felt like someone had been hammering on his head, or perhaps one of the worst hangovers ever. It seemed the Echo of what was going on downstairs as it were was reverberating around in his brain. Whomever was down there with Qi’ra was not helping the Force in any way, indeed it seemed as if the Force, the place or whatever it was was being ripped apart.

    COULD YOU PLEASE KNOCK THAT OFF! He managed to think to those below although he didn't know himself how he could even think that thought.

    Meanwhile the entity that had consumed Ahsoka was eventually defeated thanks to Windu’s blade. She vanished and Pascale felt her say something to Windu as she departed. And Ahsoka Tano, Jedi warrior and Clone Wars hero was gone. Pascale did feel a little sad for her but unfortunately the entity had consumed her and there was only one outcome: kill or be killed.

    Thankfully as she disappeared the pain in his head subsided and Pascale could think again which he was glad about. Because if there was one thing he treasured, it was his intelligence. He managed to sheath his vibroblade and holstered his blaster, hopefully he would not need those anymore. Before he could thank Windu for the save however the Force seemed to split, as if something had happened and it had decided to split itself. Could it have been something that had happened in the battle down below?.

    He didn't even get a chance to think about it as the island split in time with the Force and the island decided to finally chuck him into the gap that was widening. And all he could think of was….

    I hope Firenze is undamaged still. Because if Qi’ra has decided to destroy my yacht, then she owes me another one. With interest.

    He tried to slow himself down with the Force as he approached a pool of water that was within the cave but unfortunately it wasn't good enough. He ended up entering the pool with a mighty splash and not looking as elegant as he would have liked. And now that was his suit properly ruined, he already had blood on his shirt from where the beast had been extracted, now he had a sopping wet suit to go with it.

    And there goes my wardrobe.

    He managed to drag himself out with a fit of coughing and then took off his jacket no doubt revealing his blaster and the sheathed vibroblade. His hat had fallen off as well and he had managed to retrieve it and tucked it under his arm after he had removed his jacket. Hopefully Windu had come down more gracefully.

    Pascale realised he now felt exhausted both in body and mind. All he wanted to do was find somewhere he could have a quick power nap. But he would have to find a way out of this cave which at the moment seemed unlikely.

    The famed dagger was now resting at the feet of none other than the Emperor himself Aryan Graul who didn't look very Imperial at the moment. Pascale gave him a bow "Your Highness" he said simply. Qi'ra was there too a d she looked like she had gone through hell and to Pascale's surprise there were two dead bodies as well, one of them a child.

    All this bloody murder and violence hsd to stop. It was getting too barbaric now. A mirror in the cave then shattered revealing a person in a black hood to poke his head through.

    Not another one….

    However the Echo within him reacted as if it knew him from somewhere. Hopefully all would be revealed as to whether this hooded person's actions were friendly or hostile.

    "Yes, hi, Master Windu, I know you couldn't see through the mirror earlier but I didn't want to spoil you for the end, you see!" Behind the cloaked-man they could see a backdrop of green, with some kind of structure in the distance. A circular walled city?


    "I did it!" He held up his gloved hands, as if to confess. "I changed one or two things, alright?" He cried out. "I did it."

    What the hell was going on?.

    "Pascale turned to Ananke and gave her a hard stare "Did you kill that woman and child?. Because if you did then I hope you stay in a deep dark hole for the rest of your miserable little life you barbaric piece of scum. You will answer for your crimes one day, because you'd probably just enjoy death, you need to be in a cold dark cell to think it all over"

    He turned back to the hooded man "I have seen a black hooded man before and I hope you are not another Sith Lord. You changed things? Does it mean you are responsible for all this mess? Because if you are then you deserve to be in a cell with her. And I hope you have some answers for us"

    He folded his arms "And they had better be good ones"

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  10. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Ananke
    Temple Cave, Ach-To

    The mirror did indeed shatter as she had hoped and Ananke found herself tipping her head back in amazement at the resulting break in the earth above, and in the very fabric of the Force. The ground quaked beneath her feet as debris and dirt rained down upon where she stood – still about the length of her lightsaber blade’s distance from Aryan Graul’s left – and she raised a small umbrella of protection until it dissipated a short time later. A massive tangle of roots jutted out of the far end of the cave ceiling and the knotted branches of a tree could be made out in the briefly blinding brightness that now streamed into the darkness.

    In the ensuing seconds after everything had been changed by her choice, in that newly created stream of light from high above a few major additions were immediately apparent.

    First she saw an intricate dagger at Aryan’s feet that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It was instantly clear it was of great importance. Second, she felt then also saw the figures of Pascale Rouser and the assumed source of an unknown presence she had sensed when first arriving, both having joined them from outside. And third, the shadowy outline from behind the mirror was suddenly not skewed by it anymore and appeared to be very real, but also at the same time, not.

    Ananke’s eyes merely shifted repeatedly among all the new players and the dear Emperor at her side, letting things continue on without intrusion before deciding her best course of action. As if inexplicably drawn there, she had a rather difficult time straying from the man behind the mirror for longer than a second or so, and once he began speaking she gave into his allure and focused solely on him – gaze only - and the scenery he brought with.

    Arek’s corpse was strewn out behind him and beyond that, a stretch of green encircling a vast metropolis that was an even further stretch of space away. Like another planet viewed through a holoscreen and yet, right in front of her in real time. Eyes narrowing, she gnashed her teeth. Impossible.

    Her entire body tightened as her mind tried to grasp any logic in what she was seeing. And in doing so, she bore into this Man in Black with her senses, attempting to rummage through him for answers. Like smacking head first into a wall, she was blocked from getting anywhere close to his most protected consciousness, but she did…. feel something. A prickling familiarity not yet placed lit up her memories, but it was not enough to stir anything concrete. Which nagged at her.

    Who was this man? She could not see his face.

    "I did it," he cried out and Ananke simmered in her indecisiveness. In her confusion. It grew and grew and she mentally rifled through images, thoughts, emotions… there. On the tip of her tongue it was there.

    Braata.

    That was it – her holocron. What she located in this stranger was what she had already found in Braata’s wavelengths. They were the same frequency. The exact same.

    “But how?” she questioned aloud though not loud enough to be heard, her free hand resting over the pocket the device was stowed away within. Brow furrowing, she shook her head slowly, consumed with puzzlement and wonder. The Force was shifting and cresting in ways that she had never experienced before, how should she proceed?

    Her momentary awe was interrupted, however, much to her increasing annoyance.

    "Did you kill that woman and child?. Because if you did then I hope you stay in a deep dark hole for the rest of your miserable little life you barbaric piece of scum. You will answer for your crimes one day, because you'd probably just enjoy death, you need to be in a cold dark cell to think it all over"

    Rouser, trying his best to be intimidating. Much like Graul, these men thought themselves so much more important than the world did – like their words actually mattered. It was a plague upon their sex, though their gender never did much to eradicate the disease. They always enjoyed their delusions of grandeur. Leveling a sidelong glance in the vicinity of where he stood, it was a blessing for him that they were not close to one another, or she’d have throttled him to death without the use of dark tactics. It was no delusion that her strength was greater than his.

    Near enough to see the charred outline of her fatal wound in Arek’s chest behind the billowing folds of the black cloak, Ananke returned her stare to the shadowed visage of the unknown being. She raised her chin and didn’t bothering indulging Rouser with a response, instead speaking up over the last few words to tumble out of his ever-moving mouth.

    “Am I supposed to know who you are?” Her tone leaned into sarcasm and she paused for measure, right hand clenching down on the hilt of her still-activated crimson saber, which she kept in between herself and Aryan. “You talk like you do, but I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

    Another pause, then her free hand left the outline of her holocron and crossed in front of her to swiftly call that mysterious dagger into her open palm. It had a purpose she was unsure of so naturally, it was safest in her possession.

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  11. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 24, 2004
    OOC: Combo w/ @LordTroepfchen , and approved by @Sinrebirth :D

    IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa and Darth Zorn

    Korriban

    The massive Ultimate Weapon loomed before the fleet as Feyna arrived on the bridge of the Profundity, having cleaned up and changed during the journey through hyperspace. There hadn’t been enough time for sleep, but she’d had a chance to eat, finally, and had spent some time hiding in the medbay, sitting with Winter. There was a crowd of prospective aides asking to meet with her, but thankfully General Syndulla had been keeping them at bay, allowing Feyna to have some time to herself.

    She did not like the position that fate had seen fit to put her in.

    To ensure the safety of the rest of the galaxy, she had to go up against Luke—a corrupted, twisted version of Luke, but he still used to be Luke. She’d grown up with him; he and Leia had spent nearly as much time at the Palace on Alderaan as they had on Naboo. She’d known him her whole life. And while Feyna had noticed in the past that Luke occasionally seemed edgy, broody…well, what teenager wasn’t, at some point? But she’d never imagined that he could have become her enemy.

    Yet here they were.

    Both she and Luke had been propelled down their current paths by the same devastating event, but while Luke had been consumed by his anger and rage at the deaths of his mother and sister to the point of becoming something they would never have wanted, Feyna translated her loss into determination, a resolve to prevent such a tragedy from ever happening again.

    She had to assume he had probably taken command of the Weapon by now, and that he’d taken the Jedi children on board with him.

    The children…she wouldn’t even bother to beg the gods’ forgiveness. At least her parents weren’t here to see. She felt sick at the mere idea of having to…she couldn’t even finish the thought. But she could see no way around it. Even if there’d been time to put together a rescue mission, Luke—Zorn, now, she had to keep reminding herself—probably wasn’t going to give up the children easily, she had no leverage for a trade (she obviously wasn’t going to give him the crystal, the one thing he might want), and any attempts to save them would likely only end in the rescuers’ deaths, and wasted time.

    “Deploy fighter squadrons,” she stated to her commanders.

    She did not want to kill Luke, but the Ultimate Weapon, or any other superweapon of its class, had no place in a civilzed galaxy, and if Zorn chose to try to fight for it...then so be it.

    Darth Zorn eyes snapped open as the fleet arrived in the system. A hundred ships. He slowly stood up and folded his arms. He could flee. He did not need this battle station, not if he controlled the power of the Dark Side.

    But there was something attracting his curiosity. A Jedi? And ... the crystal. He felt the crystal nearby, hidden deep inside the fleet. Protected and shielded. He lay his head aside. Had these fools truly brought it here? This was all so bluntly set up. Wyyrlock took the crystal from the station and sabotaged the hyperdrive and then he manipulated ... whoever this was ... into getting it back here? It felt like a madman's attempt to create a feeling of control by randomly manipulate people's decision processes to regain the feeling of ... power.

    Zorn closed his eyes again. The Embrace still was feeding on his soul. He had it under control now, but the anger rising inside his soul gave it fuel to break out again. He shivered and a wave of darkness went through him.

    He was weakened, but still far from powerless.

    "Let them get closer and prepare the droid fighters. No return fire until I give the command." He ordered the command unit. "Also prepare my Sith Intruder." Mentally he ordered Jovan to take the Falcon and flee.

    He opened a channel to the attack fleet and smirked. "Never enough wars to fight, right? Have you come to do Wyyrlock's dirty work? He is dead, he won't be able to thank you for it." His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I made sure of that." He stepped closer to his window. "Or are you here to take revenge?"

    Feyna closed her eyes for a moment, wishing that his voice hadn't sounded so much like Luke's. It would have made it easier.

    Part of her didn't want to talk to him; probably it wouldn't do any good, he was probably too far gone, beyond reasoning with, and he might be trying to stall for time while he restored the station's lesser weapons.

    On the other hand, it didn't seem as if he knew who he was speaking to--did he even know she was alive?

    If he did, he didn't care, but if he didn't...would it make any difference?

    Feyna mentally scoffed; if she actually thought that she could turn him away from his destructive path, where others had failed, then she really was kidding herself.

    But as dangerous as he was...officially, the fleet was here to destroy the Weapon, not to kill Luke.

    "Luke, it's Feyna," she began, her voice gentle, sympathetic. She, more than anyone else here, understood what he'd lost. "I know about Amedda...and I know what you've become.

    "The Separatists are defeated, and the Empire is finished; the fleet here is under my command, as acting-Chancellor of the New Republic. They will destroy this station, this last symbol of Amedda's oppression and terrorism.

    "I don't want to kill you. I definitely don't want to kill those children that you've taken.

    "Out of respect for who you used to be..."
    She paused, swallowed, continued, "and out of respect for Padme, and Leia, I am giving you one chance. Leave the Ultimate Weapon. Release the children to us. You can surrender yourself into my custody, or flee into exile, whichever you choose."

    She glanced to her advancing fighters, still not quite in range. "I will not extend this offer again, and if you choose to defend this station...then you will go down with it."

    She left it there. She had a sinking feeling that he would not agree, that she was only wasting her breath...but she'd had to try.

    Darth Zorn knew this all was a distraction. It lured him away from his true path, from his true destiny. From the destiny he had to take. Anakin Skywalker had not come. His father was not leading the charge. Instead a fleet was here. Ships. Souls. Ordinary men trying to bring down a Dark Lord of the Sith before he grew so far beyond them they could never stop him again.

    Feyna, it was her. Like a distant memory she sounded to him. A memory of a young man he had killed on this planet.

    He laughed at her offer and this laugh was not Luke Skywalker's laugh, but the one of Darth Zorn.

    "You do not have any idea what I have become, or you would not have been so foolish to make that threat." Zorn whispered the words into the comm.

    "Do your worst." He simply replied. cut the line and opened the communication to the commanding Droid again. "Fire at will, launch the fighters."

    If they wanted Wyyrlock's oversized toy they would have to take it.

    Zorn turned and left the throne room, which had never felt like his. The holocron leaped off it's podium and into his hand. Mentally he ordered Yovan to bring his siblings to the second Sith Intruder and with quick steps he made his way to the private hangar. Another wave of darkness was taking hold of him he fought down. He gained some measure of control now. XoXaan had not lied. Eventually he would harvest this power. Ultimate Power.

    The Dark Lord would not fight the battles others had meant him to fight. He was the Dark Lord of the Sith. He obeyed nobodies will, certainly not that of his slain enemies or child-Chancellors.

    Boarding Lord Wyyrlock's advanced Sith Intruder he took control himself and activated the cloaking device. He waited for Maul's ship with the Younglings on board to do the same and leave the hangar, before he fired his engines and followed it. Around him Droid Fighters launched and alarms were ringing. The Ultimate Weapon was preparing for it's possibly final battle. The final reminder of Darth Wyyrlock's short rule would vanish in one last battle.

    Darth Zorn would not defend it. It was a poisoned gift. Speeding out of the hangar he made his way towards the jump coordinates, feeling the children in the other ship, also he could not see it with it's cloaking device activated.

    If anyone nearby bothered to look closely enough, they might have seen Feyna's eyes glass over for the briefest moment, her shoulders sag almost imperceptibly.

    Luke Skywalker was dead. There was only Zorn now.

    She straightened, despite the heavy pit of guilt in her stomach. "Very well, then," she muttered under her breath, then turned to Raddus.

    "Begin the attack."

    This ends here.

    Darth Zorn watched the ships of Feyna's fleet go into formation for a long moment, as the crippled space station began spitting green energy and droid fighters out. Wyyrlock had relied on technology too much. A lesson to be learned.

    He needed no confirmation of the battles outcome. As the Soth Intruder of Lord Maul went into hyperspace he smiled. A feeling of satisfaction took hold of him. He would learn to control his power. The Sith would rise again through him. Finally, he would return.

    Pulling the lever back he watched the stars become white lines and left Korriban behind him.

    Feyna watched as droid fighters emerged from the station to engage the Republic's forces; she didn't want to be over-confident that her fleet could handle them, but she wasn't too worried...yet.

    She'd seen more death in the past few days than anyone should have to face in a lifetime, and she loathed to add these children to that toll, but she couldn't put the lives of trillions at risk for the sake of a few.

    After the darkness and chaos that the recent days had brought, she was eager to finish this, to see the end of the Ultimate Weapon, this offensive machine that represented everything she opposed.

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  12. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    Mace Windu
    Ach-To

    The Jedi master swung his lightsaber mightily, bracing himself for the parry, thinking ahead through the next moves, but was surprised to find that his lightsaber passed through the shade of Ahsoka like smoke. She was gone, and Ahsoka's voice brushed its fingers across the surface of his mind as it left. "Thank you."

    The fancy-dressed man, now disheveled, caught his breath in the eerie silence of the aftermath. He began to ask what was going on, why were all these enemies here, did he have an explanation for...? But then a shot of danger in the Force made Mace leap as time slowed and the island itself seemed to rend in the middle, pulling apart and cracking, first with one great upward motion and then heaving in twain with extraordinary power. The Jedi master felt himself falling past debris, colliding with rocks and soil, a porg nest careening through the air into the dark, damp cold beneath. And in the Force...a power. Like the mirror cave.

    Mace quickly softened his fall with the Force but the impact with the rocks below was still enough to injure his arm as he instinctually attempted to brace himself. Mace felt his lightsaber smack into the rocks and heard the clatter of the dagger. There were other beings here. Mace sucked air into his lungs after a moment - after the wind had been knocked from him - and coughed before finally looking up. Who were all these people? What was going on in the galaxy?

    "All right enough!" Came a voice, accompanied by a shattering sound. Mace watched as a mirror dissolved, scattering shards across the stone floor.

    A man in black stepped through the space, hooded cloaked like a Sith Lord from a children's book. "Yes, hi, Master Windu, I know you couldn't see through the mirror earlier but I didn't want to spoil you for the end, you see!" Master Windu, still on the floor, attempted to catch his breath, but called his lightsaber to his palm all the same. He hoped it hadn't been damaged. He hoped that he himself had not been damaged - looking at the man, Mace felt a sharp burning pain in his right wrist, and a tingling numbness in his right hand, as if it weren't there.

    "I did it!" The man in black held up a pair of gloved hands as if asking for mercy. "I changed one or two things, alright?" He cried out. "I did it."

    The fancy clothes man spoke, now. "Did you kill that woman and child?. Because if you did then I hope you stay in a deep dark hole for the rest of your miserable little life you barbaric piece of scum. You will answer for your crimes one day, because you'd probably just enjoy death, you need to be in a cold dark cell to think it all over."

    "Am I supposed to know who you are? You talk like you do, but I’ve never seen you before in my life.” This was the woman, now. Mace choked his agreement, but such darkness came from her. He struggled to his feet, the world swimming. He activated his lightsaber - which protested and sputtered, but came to life - and pointed it at the mysterious figure, only now noticing the corpse at the man's feet.

    "I don't know what's going on here, but I need to know who you are. Identify yourself now, or I can just use the dental records later."

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  13. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Aryan Graul
    Mirror Cave, Ach-To

    Things escalated quickly after Lyz met her end at the hands of Ananke’s lightsaber. Even as her death resonated prominently through the Force and slowly dissipated, the whole subterranean space began to rumble ominously. The violent tremor sent a shockwave through the ceiling, dislodging rock and debris from high above and culminating in a tumultuous eruption that split the entire length of the cavern in two. Daylight rushed in from the newly formed fissure, revealing the remnants of a gnarled tree and depositing two figures into the springs below.

    At the same time, the crystalline wall that had acted as an elusive barrier during the confrontation shattered. Beyond it lay an impossibly lush landscape with a fortified wall looming in the distance, presumably a city. Arek’s body rested in the foreground of this picturesque environment and served as the tangible link for the strange, hooded man to make his presence known...a presence Aryan had not noticed until now. It was familiar, yet…different, almost like peering at a distant memory through a protective shroud. It was hard to explain, particularly when nothing made sense anymore.

    The cloaked man stopped partway through the newly-created gateway and addressed them directly. "All right! Enough! I did it,” he confessed, holding up his gloved hands as if to feign innocence. "I changed one or two things, alright? I did it.”

    Aryan only stared at the newcomer, carefully gauging his words and trying to determine whether his own spontaneous awakening through the Force had caused one, or both of these oddities to occur. It had seemed likely at the time, though now he wasn’t so sure. Was it all a coincidence? At any rate, it didn't help with everything else that had occurred. He still felt raw…broken. He had lost everything, and now this outsider wanted to flaunt his powers and brag about changing the natural course of events. It was as if he considered it a game. That vexed Aryan even more, and he found himself clenching his fists at his sides.

    “Then you let my son die…” he rumbled in a deep baritone, his eyes blazing with angry tears.

    The former Emperor took a menacing step forward to confront the hooded man, but the tip of his boot caught something solid underfoot. The object scuffed against the stone floor with a metallic rattle, bringing him to a halt. A triangular dagger with a grooved handle rested at his feet, practically begging him to retrieve it. But before he could do so, another voice announced itself.

    "Your Highness," came the lightly accented drawl, no doubt belonging to one of the two beings who had splashed down in the cave-in.

    Clenching his jaw, Aryan angled his chin to glare at the sodden man with the short-cropped hair and expensive suit. He did not recognize him from any faction in the Senate, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be a bother. He had already managed to raise his ire by addressing him by his disgraced title, after all. And unfortunately, he wasn’t alone; Jedi Master Windu staggered from the rubble shortly after.

    Aryan issued an exasperated sigh and turned away, as if ashamed. Great.

    Thankfully, the awkward encounter didn’t last long, and the small group soon devolved into a tense debate with the cloaked man. It was the perfect time for Aryan to distance himself from the situation and quietly reflect and mourn for those he had lost. Lyz doubtlessly had a lot to answer for, but Arek? He had only been an innocent child. Aryan could never forgive them--her for committing such a heinous crime. He would get his revenge; Ananke, and perhaps the Dark Man, would pay.

    As if on cue, a distinctive chill ran down his spine, setting the hair on his arms on end as it thrust him from his reverie and alerted him to movement near his feet. Aryan whirled just in time to see Darth Ananke stretching out to recall the mysterious dagger to the palm of her hand. This bold attempt elicited a bitter rage inside his chest, and before he realized what he was doing, Aryan extended his own hand and tried to counteract her actions with his burgeoning powers. It never occurred to him that he was not yet strong enough to oppose her and would likely fail; his hatred for Ananke burned too brightly to see reason.

    “No,” he growled out through clenched teeth, sweat beading up on his forehead and glinting in the dim light. “You’ve taken enough. That’s mine – it came to me!”

    Aryan cried out with the exertion, now pouring all of his energy into succeeding at this one task.

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  14. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 8 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Well I Can Hardly Tell You, Can I?
    Ach-To, former Dark Cave, now more like a Hole in the Floor

    As the others got high and mighty with the random man in the mirror, Mace brandished his lightsaber at the cloaked-man, who waved his gloved hands softly. "Look, it's not my fault." He pointed at Ananke, Rouser, Graul. "I needed the five of them, you see, but after what the Traitor and the Heretic did, they ended up scattered up and down time. Two were four thousand years away from the others, one I couldn't tell you where he is, and one was a hundred and fifty years from here, and I needed to try and get three of them together. Three of them makes up a Key, and then I can open up a gate, you see."

    What he did leave out was that the Key could be bestowed upon another, and it was none too dissimilar to the Echo, in that the Echo brought the Force to you from the past - down your family tree. It could be argued that, until someone confirmed that Qi'ra was truly a Force sensitive - possible, for the cloaked-man had not checked - that she had an Echo. But he expected she was truly a permanent Force sensitive, unlike Aryan and Rouser, who were merely following a historic connection...

    He knew he wasn't making much sense. "So I wiped his memory and took him and his family back a little bit..." He pointed to Aryan. "I found him here, so he could stay, but elsewhere, he's much harder to work with." The man indicated Rouser. "She, well, she was in the other timeline, the one that I've been trying to figure out." He indicated Qi'ra. "So I moved her over here, and decided to see what would happen. Han changed, sure, but not that much."

    Again, not much sense. "But that's all I changed. Two things! I didn't kill Palpatine early, whoever did that is the real villain, would you believe." The man sighed, dropping his shoulders. "Master Windu, you're supposed to be dead, but for some reason the Father left you the Dagger in-case you didn't, when it should stay in Mortis until the Sith head there in a century and a half. It won't make sense until I show you, but I need -"

    Ananke paid no heed and yanked at the Mortis Dagger, and Aryan did the same. "No, no, no! Don't do that!"

    The Mortis Dagger began to glow, and a ball of energy exploded outwards, encompassing them. They were briefly buffeted by the wave of energy, and then encompassed. The black-cloaked man however was pushed back through the mirror, which became opaque again. The mirror vanished, becoming nothing more than the wall.

    The four of them were consumed by white, and then...

    Awoke.

    Ananke was beside her ship, which had bobbed to the surface, revealing that it was not nearly as damaged as it had suggested.

    Aryan, he was atop his ship, which was floating in the ocean, some distance from the island, or, rather, the islands.

    Rouser, he was beneath his yacht, which was tucked on the edge of the island but intact; his droid had vanished, mind you.

    Lastly, Windu awoke inside Ahsoka's ship; it was still hers, even though she was gone; the Force confirmed as much.

    Each of the ships were not fully repaired if damaged, but they were functional, and could reach hyperspace... all four had disabled weapons... but the four of them were indeed entirely separated. The island had split, shattered by the tumult that had occurred and they had been deposited far away. It was an unsatisfactory resolution to events, but Arek and Lyz Graul were dead; Ahsoka and Morai were gone; the last vestiges of the Son had been destroyed.

    However, each ship would have a simple message on the display.

    The Force has been fractured in two by the Sins of Rebirth. Yet, here, there was an attempt to make the Two become One... which has been ruined. I tried to fix the Force... I appreciate that you won't appreciate my having liberally moved you around the timeline, but it was for your own good. But, what should have fixed things, well, someone has broken the Force again. When Palpatine died; it changed everything. I doubt all four of you believe me, I doubt all four of you care about what's happened; I know one of you will brush this off and head back into the galaxy unchanged, a Darkness through and through - but that is what you are, and sometimes we'll need that. But you four know. I cannot come across anymore; this channel is closed to me. My legacy, you will need to unearth it on Nouane; on Tython; on Korriban; on Mustafar; on Malachor; on Kesh or Mortis, if you can find them. I am sorry; so, so, so sorry, but it's up to you to fix this... and stop what has changed from consuming the galaxy.

    What Ananke would have that the others didn't have, however, was her Holocron.

    Braata was active again. She shrugged, pulling off her hood and revealing a woman's face. "It's been a while, Darth Ananke."

    But everyone left Ach-To, a world where they were never supposed to have met each other, an act of serendipity having done so, with questions, and a secret which could consume the entire galaxy. In man ways, they had power over it, if they could figure out what was supposed to have happened.

    However... only one of them had a Holocron which had told her owner that something had gone wrong; a head start, she had, into the Twilit Mystery.

    The violence on Ach-To, it had never been a finale. It had been an act of revelation, merely caused by their issues with each other, and nothing more nor less. Had they been unified, who could say what would have happened. The Master of the meeting was gone, driven back to where, or when they had come from.

    The Twilight of the Force had already began; twenty years ago, when it was not adjusted, not merely nudged, but completely and irrevocably changed.

    She licked her lips at that thought, teeth sharp in her smile.

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    IC: Admiral Raddus

    Battle of Korriban

    It was not an impossible result, but it was a well-fought one.

    At some point, Piett joined the fray, his Imperial Star Destroyers flanking the spheroid and giving the New Republic fleet the chance to fend off the thousands of droid fighters besieging it. Dozens of ships were lost, but it was not nearly as bad as it could have been. Analysts noted that entire sections of the Weapon were bereft of weapons, suggesting much of it had been stripped bare, or perhaps had never been armed in the first place.

    Early the engagement, Ood Bnar laid a branch upon Feyna's shoulder and let her know that the children and Skywalker were gone; in the confusion, it had been impossible to track them, but there was only so much they could do with the Ultimate Weapon nearby. Hera headed out with the Ghost and joined the fray, leading a newly constituted Phoenix Squadron. Halfway through the hour long scrum, Winter, looking pale, joined the bridge crew, watching the end with Feyna.

    Raddus commanded his new fleets, him and Dodonna and Isolder devising new joint tactics with Hapan Battle Dragons now in the mix. The Hapan gravity mines triggered to stop the Weapon escaping, but there was never a question of them stopping smaller ships. As the Imperial deployment scoured the hull of the Weapon, the spheroid began to crack apart, and, as the fighter assault withered away, Raddus ordered all ships to focus on one point of the Weapon - and end it all.

    A concentrated barrage burst the hull, and, the weapon exploded.

    Gone; obliterated.

    A great cheer erupted aboard the Profundity, and all manner of celebratory message swept across the galaxy. Systems which had been cautiously neutral in the last day threw their support to Feyna, and there were immediate calls to reconvene the Senate. Raddus, Dodonna, Syndulla, Jyn, and Bnar were never far away, but Feyna had won the Galactic Civil War, which was what everyone was calling the last week of brutal battles, and she had all the political cachet she wanted to make whatever she wanted for this galaxy.

    Notwithstanding that Darth Zorn had escaped.

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    IC: Jerod and Owen

    Mandalore, later

    It didn't take long for normalcy to prevail.

    The Mandalorians were a hardy people, and they didn't complain about what had happened; it was what it was, and they had take what was given.

    In short order, Jerod and Owen had arranged transport to deeper in the Outer Rim, and it was time. They stood at the edge of a clearing in the wrecked city, intending to depart with the transport for destinations unknown. "Retirement," Owen said.

    "Peace and quiet," said Jerod. Owen wrinkled his face at that, but he smiled warmly at Ka'rta nonetheless.

    Mirdala, standing behind her, folded his arms and didn't have anything to add to the goodbye. This was between them and Ka'rta, and as much as anything, it was a despicably happy ending that Mirdala was not especially invested in.

    TAG: @Jerjerrod-Lennox (combo)
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    IC: Yoda

    Spectral, visiting

    The blue ghost of Master Yoda found Linnett in the war room of the newly erected MandalMotors tower - the second building completed in New Keldabe - after the Oyu'baat was rebuilt. He seemed smaller than not in the ornate room, filled with technology and the like. "Padawan Linnett," Master Yoda began, softly. They were alone; rarely did Mandalorians trouble her nowadays, unless they had a dispute or someone wanted advice on what best to do about something or other. She was a figurehead; Mandalorians didn't want a leader until they wanted one, and even then, not necessarily in time, as the recent crisis had shown.

    The late Jedi Grand Master regarded the trappings of Mandalore, wizened eyes shrewd but not judging; even an edge of curiosity was evident. "Speak with you, I would." The blue-green troll settled on the floor, cross-legged, his walking stick in his lap.

    "Time you have, hmmm?"

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    IC: Senator Sabe

    Naboo, later

    It was time to check on the young woman, and it was never a pleasant one. Mara Jade had refused to politely accept any of the treatments the hospital had given her, even though the Empire strictly speaking would have burned down the hospital for harbouring a dangerous Dark Jedi. She had been crippled by Luke some weeks earlier, and now, in the middle of the new Senate's first address, Sabe had the unenviable task of checking on Jade. Her last treatment had been successful, and she should have been restored to health, but something inside the woman seemed to have broken, and she refused to complete her recovery.

    The Queen was already debating handing her over to the authorities now her health was nearly recovered, but that was a discussion which had been shelved as Sabe was about to head to join the Senate, albeit a few days later than the opening, which was playing on the HoloNet now.

    She found an empty bed, and a note.

    Gone hunting, don't be mad, Farmboy.

    Sabe knew it wasn't for her.

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    IC: Jyn Erso

    Before the Senate address, world to be confirmed

    Jyn stood with Winter, doing the decidedly out-of-character job of assisting Feyna with her dress for the show. It reminded Jyn that Feyna was a Princess, albeit of a world now destroyed, as well as with her adopted family. Jyn knew how it felt to be an orphan, and she wouldn't wish it upon everyone. Feyna was expected to make a unifying initial speech to the galaxy, hot on the heels of much of the galaxy petitioning to join the New Republic.

    Supreme Commander Raddus, Generals Dodonna and Syndulla were expected to be present, though Dodonna was due to retire once the ceremony opening the new Senate was completed, and Feyna was to announce that as well. Similarly, she was to decide on a new capital world, while Coruscant was rebuilt - if it was to ever host the government again, that is. But for a moment, Jyn was here, having been a spare part for some days now. Indeed, she had yet to speak, woman to woman, with Feyna, and now was as good as time as any, in a private area, nondescript save for the creepy Box, kept to the corner of the room.

    "Winter, can I have a moment with Feyna."

    The woman, the spitting image of the late Leia, smiled softly, and nodded. "Goodbye, Jyn." Winter embraced her, and Jyn tried not to notice how thin the other woman had become during her recovery.

    "Goodbye, Winter." Jyn turned to face Feyna, conscious that there was less than half an hour before the event itself.

    TAG: @JediMasterAnne (combo)

    @LordTroepfchen - you have an open TAG to confirm what you are up to, but a plot bunny for you nonetheless.

    @DarkLordoftheFins - not yet, please.
     
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  15. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 24, 2004
    IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa
    Battle of Korriban

    When someone told her, later, that the fight had only lasted an hour, Feyna wasn’t sure she believed them; it felt so much longer, and the wait was agonizing.

    Bnar had informed her, not long into the battle, that Zorn and the children had escaped, and even though she knew that letting a budding Sith loose on the galaxy was…problematic, at the least, there was a part of her that couldn’t help feeling relieved.

    As the station gradually began to collapse under the barrage, she could feel her chest tightening, tensing, her heart pounding in anticipation. Piett’s fleet was called in, and though the droid fighters did manage to take out some of the Republic ships, there were enough here that it wasn’t enough to shift the tide.

    Feyna was slightly alarmed when Winter emerged from the medbay to join her, and any other time, she would have sent her right back to bed, worried as she was for her, but she wouldn’t deny her this. The Ultimate Weapon was not the Death Star, this was not the abomination that had destroyed their home, but watching its destruction was just as fullfilling.

    She reached for Winter’s hand as Raddus ordered the fleet to focus all fire on a single weakened spot on the Weapon’s hull, and watched as explosions bloomed over the area, spread, and finally engulfed the Weapon.

    It was done.

    Cheers erupted across the bridge, becoming increasingly louder as the celebratory mood swept through the ship. Feyna hugged Winter, tears streaming down her face, overwhelmed with so many emotions: relief, joy, satisfaction, mixed with the lingering grief for what they’d lost, for those who could not be there who should have been.

    Bail and Breha; Padme and Leia; Obi-Wan and the Jedi; Mon Mothma, Ackbar, Garm, and so many others who’d fought Amedda and the Empire for so long, who had died before they could see the payoff.

    But they had won.

    The Galactic Civil War, and the grinding Cold War before it, was over.

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  16. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Madelyn Linnett
    War Room, Mandalore

    Madelyn knew she was enjoying her position. She didn't mind being left alone, and knew she could seek out her people or Ka'rta if she was lonely. But she didn't feel that way right now. She felt at peace.

    Madter Yoda appearing was startling, but Madelyn threw him a smile and knelt on the ground when he greeted her, realizing that it had been too long since she had been in Master Yoda's presence. "I'll always make time for you Master Yoda." She paused and thought for a moment. "Did you ever know I would be in this position?" Madelyn asked with curiousity.

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  17. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    Combo with Sinre

    IC: Ananke, w/the Holocron

    The Aurora, Ach-To

    Ananke moaned. A distinct bubbling noise rose from her lungs as she wheezed for air, seizing as much oxygen as she could though the vital organs wouldn't expand enough to allow it. Uncomfortably uneven pressure poked at her back, lying as such was making it hard to breathe.

    The rest of her senses followed. Her body registered in full first and felt as though it had been tossed down a deep, ragged hole, every muscle and bone screaming in varying degrees of fatigue and pain. The ringing in her ears was slowly replaced with gusty wails of wind and the liquid crashes of a tumultuous sea. Light poured through her eyelids, causing them both to flutter open, squinting as her vision acclimated to the brightness of the cloudy skies that floated high above. They surrounded the enormous black spike of a ship that loomed above her, piercing the grey like a knife had sliced it open to reveal the dead of night beyond.

    Realization dawned then that this was her yacht, the Aurora, impossibly whole even as she had watched it collapse into the rock-ridden shore below. Digging her fingers into the dirt beneath her, she also came to see that she was perched on the jutting ledge of stone where Ahsoka Tano had received her when she had landed on this hellhole what seemed like days ago now. Her mind was a fog, a heavy veil that wouldn't show her more recent memories even as she wracked her brain in a panic. What had happened to bring her back here from the cave? And the others... she could no longer feel them...

    Immense confusion was what forced Ananke to move. She steeled herself and turned to her side, then up to an elbow, then knees and lastly feet, staggering the rest of the way to the bottom entrance of the ship with her breath held. She was startled to find all power restored, riding the lift to the very top and making her way to the penthouse office as quickly as her unsteady legs would carry her. Collapsing so hard into her desk chair it nearly toppled over backwards, she seethed through the pain and accessed her personal controls to better assess the damage - aside from cosmetic issues and a few minor systems that were not fully functional, the Aurora was completely flyable and her hyperdrive was operational. She could leave.

    Only stalled from progressing to launch prep, a message awaited her within the ships files and she read it in an unnaturally calm manner. Once through, Ananke shook her head in disbelief, pounding a closed fist down upon the armrest of her chair. None of this, nothing was making sense!

    A jolt stung her side and she jumped, her hand locking down over the spot and finding her holocron instead. The cube was literally vibrating.

    Whisking the device out into view she set it down before her, the hooded shape of Braata materializing the second she let go. Ananke sat back an for the first time since the device came into her possession, she did not know what to say. Though, she would find some words after the image did the unexpected and pulled down its hood, revealing the visage of a woman.

    "It's been a while, Darth Ananke."

    "It's time to tell me who you are," she replied, not asking. Placing an elbow upon the desk, she leaned in to study her better. Did she know this face?

    “I’ve two names, but neither of them you’d recognise. I used to be one person before I was split.” A shrug. “Now I’m just Braata; a Sage of Dwartii, a Protector of Nouane. This Holocron of Heresies; it was one of five, and there were five Holocron’s of Prophecy to correspond with them; the black-hooded man, if that was who I think it was, he’s the one who made me.”

    Yes, five of each. She had not mis-spoke.

    “My origin, she had a cube-shaped Holocron of Prophecy, but it didn’t show this - what’s happening now... and now we know why. Which means the entire future is up for grabs. If you could find a Holocron of Prophecy... you’d know everything that was supposed to happen... and be able to anticipate it happening here.”

    Braata suspected that Ananke sometimes saw her red pyramidal shape as a blue cube for that reason; the mental overlap between.

    “I think I know where one is; and that’s why I was given to you.”

    "Where," Ananke asked, pieces of what had happened on the island appearing suddenly in her mind as the holocron spoke. Most specifically, the strange hooded-being that lingered behind the mirror wall and how he had talked to her, a familiarity she didn't share but managed to make her feel troubled.

    She initiated the take-off sequence then, if only to escape the feelings she was having and to put space between herself and Graul, Rouser too. Both of those men deserved death, more so the former, but she would only be wasting even more of her time in pursuing them further. Graul would have to go on living without his only child and perhaps that was a torment far worse than death.

    She wouldn't know.

    Braata smiled, softly, terribly.

    “Where else, Lady Ananke, but where your story truly began. Where the past met you, and swallowed you whole.”

    The air chilled noticeably.

    “Malachor, of course.”

    Ananke stilled, dropping her stare to Braata. There was a twitch of her lips that would say she wanted to snarl at the mere mention of that place, Malachor, but the Dark Lord of the Sith remained passive and calm.

    "Setting course for Malachor," she acknowledged in a rough tone, and did just that as the Aurora reached the fringes of Ach-To's atmosphere. The island and all its mystery left behind.

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  18. Jerjerrod-Lennox

    Jerjerrod-Lennox Fall 2019 RPF - Best Roleplayer star 7 VIP - Game Winner

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    IC: Pascale Rouser
    Location: The cave, then Firenze, Ach To


    It seemed as though they had somewhat of a stalemate.

    Ananke had simply demanded that the cloaked man reveal himself while Mace had gotten straight down to business and had activated his lightsaber and had used some of his usual personality to try and get answers. Emperor Graul or former Emperor as Pscale guessed now since he had made no remark after Pascale had called him “Your Highness” was focusing on the fact that his son was dead.

    The cloaked man spoke up, "Look, it's not my fault." he started pointing at each of them "I needed the five of them, you see, but after what the Traitor and the Heretic did, they ended up scattered up and down time. Two were four thousand years away from the others, one I couldn't tell you where he is, and one was a hundred and fifty years from here, and I needed to try and get three of them together. Three of them makes up a Key, and then I can open up a gate, you see."

    What the hell is he spouting about? Sounds like utter nonsense to me.


    Pascale through his life had heard many stories, tales and legends and even prophecies but this sounded like someone was talking about something that made no sense whatsoever. If anybody understood it then Rouser would have been impressed.

    "So I wiped his memory and took him and his family back a little bit..." He pointed to Aryan. "I found him here, so he could stay, but elsewhere, he's much harder to work with." The man indicated Rouser. "She, well, she was in the other timeline, the one that I've been trying to figure out." He indicated Qi'ra. "So I moved her over here, and decided to see what would happen. Han changed, sure, but not that much."

    Definitely still nonsense
    . Pascale wondered if this may be all to do with the Echo he had inside of him and it seemed that he was not alone, Ananke and Graul it seemed had possible Echoes and it seemed like his they had been unleashed. Well his and Graul’s anyway as he wondered whether the former Emperor like he had not been Force sensitive.

    It did resonate however with what the beast had told him before. But it seemed there may have been another timeline, and it did stretch his imagination to see what that would be like. Whether he existed in that timeline and what he would be like there.

    "But that's all I changed. Two things! I didn't kill Palpatine early, whoever did that is the real villain, would you believe." The man sighed, dropping his shoulders. "Master Windu, you're supposed to be dead, but for some reason the Father left you the Dagger in-case you didn't, when it should stay in Mortis until the Sith head there in a century and a half. It won't make sense until I show you, but I need -"

    He could feel through the Force that Ananke and Graul were both going for the dagger. Rouser was not interested in it at the moment, let them two slug it out and he could pick up the spoils later. But as the cloaked man tried to stop them both the Mortis dagger glowed and the ball of light expanded and before Pascale could even think of trying to erect a shield the light enveloped him and he fell into darkness…

    And when he awoke he found a welcome sight as he looked up. His new yacht Firenze was sitting on the island he had landed on, still thankfully intact. He was getting fed up of lying on the floor now, he preferred he was lying on a comfy bed. His jacket and hat were still with him thankfully however it seemed the droid who was fixing his ship had done a runner. He didn't know what the droid had managed to fix before it had abandoned it’s post but judging by the scuffs that were still on the paintwork, it hadn't done a lot.

    He did a quick circle of the yacht inspecting it. The blast damage from the turbolaser shot was still there as well as the scrapes from rubbing against the other ship when he arrived at this island retreat, which now looked like a bit of a mess thanks to the antics of the Force and the fight down below.

    Time to get off this planet and head back to a more civilized world. And get away from Ananke and Graul.

    Well if there was any civilized worlds left after this war.

    Rouser made his way up the ramp, jacket and hat in hand. It felt good to be back on his yacht, well his new one anyway. It wasn't his beloved Fortuna but he could make it into his new pad pretty easily. His datapad was still where he had left it in the common area. Perhaps he could add Ach To to his archive as well as all the data he had collected on the Sith artifacts he had gathered.

    He could make quite a few credits by selling this stuff off. Maybe he could keep one or two bits for his collection…

    As he made his way into the cockpit he noticed the comm was flashing for his attention, he took a seat and pulled the message up.

    The Force has been fractured in two by the Sins of Rebirth. Yet, here, there was an attempt to make the Two become One... which has been ruined. I tried to fix the Force... I appreciate that you won't appreciate my having liberally moved you around the timeline, but it was for your own good. But, what should have fixed things, well, someone has broken the Force again. When Palpatine died; it changed everything. I doubt all four of you believe me, I doubt all four of you care about what's happened; I know one of you will brush this off and head back into the galaxy unchanged, a Darkness through and through - but that is what you are, and sometimes we'll need that. But you four know. I cannot come across anymore; this channel is closed to me. My legacy, you will need to unearth it on Nouane; on Tython; on Korriban; on Mustafar; on Malachor; on Kesh or Mortis, if you can find them. I am sorry; so, so, so sorry, but it's up to you to fix this... and stop what has changed from consuming the galaxy.

    More nonsense but one thing stood out, someone possibly the cloaked man was messing about with lives and the galaxy. To be honest he could let the others just get on with it, after all he never asked to get involved in a war, he never took sides. All he cared about was finding artifacts and delivering them and he didn't care who paid him so long as they delivered on arrival.

    He would have to find someplace to get Firenze fixed, maybe get some optional extras installed, get a new wardrobe and hopefully restock his weapons, supplies and get some new tools. And perhaps do some research into some possible new targets. Black Sun was a possibility, he probably would not be Underlord again but it was nice to be leader of a crime syndicate for all of ten minutes. Perhaps he could be contracted again.

    But which of these planets would do?

    Mustafar: lava, black rocks and dirty air. No thanks.

    Mortis: The dagger comes from there although I haven't heard of anything else there. And I don’t fancy being corrupted by an entity again. Pass.

    Malachor: Sith academy and Temple there, known for a battle between the Jedi and the Sith, a tainted world, also famous for an atrocity during the Mandalorian Wars. Possible but inhospitable.

    Korriban: Homeworld of the Sith. Very dangerous, a few colleagues have tried to explore their tombs and never returned. An archaeologists dream but not for me for now. Pass.

    Kesh: Relatively unknown. Not sure what's there. Don’t fancy a trip into Wild Space though.

    Tython: Rumored homeworld of the Jed'aii and Jedi Orders. Now home to Flesh Raiders. Final battle of the Despot War and an Infinite Empire vessel crashed there. Interesting but I don't fancy being chased around by zombies.


    That left one option left: Nouane.

    The Dark Man had mentioned that Sages came from near there or from there, and that there was a temple there too. But Pascale was more interested in it’s libraries, the amount of information they held possibly regarding artifacts, treasures, legends and perhaps even tomes on the Force itself. After all, he had a connection to the Force, might as well see what he could find out. It was a staunch ally of the Empire the last he had heard but once he rejoined the galaxy hopefully he would find out what had happened after he had disappeared. And perhaps he could find what he was looking for supplies and repairs wise.

    Time to get everything sorted, then hopefully it'll should be back to what I should be doing….

    Which is some good old fashioned tomb raiding.


    All this nonsense about legacies and trying to fix the Force and so on. Someone of course had played around with his life and now he had to clean up the mess left behind. He snorted. His life had changed now and there was probably no way to change it back again. Something was going to consume the galaxy by the sounds of it, he would cross that bridge when it came to it. But for now it was time to get back to what he should be doing, his usual day job. He wasn't going to go around chasing something that could end up being a useless mission.

    The Echo would probably disagree but he was in control. His life, his rules. It had remained quiet all through Ach To until the cloaked man came along, but right now it was just along for the ride.

    What that Echo is could be a legacy, but it has given me nothing so far. Perhaps one day it may decide to reveal all. But until then it can stay quiet if it wants. I have to get back to what I do best and perhaps find some new treasures and memories to collect.

    Rouser started the yachts systems up, everything was in the green including the hyperdrive now. So the droid did fix something at least he thought with a chuckle.

    He lifted Firenze smoothly off the island and moved her up into the atmosphere. Hopefully the hyperdrive wouldn't malfunction this time and drop him on some uninhabited planet. He set the coordinates for Nouane and pulled the hyperdrive lever forward.

    Pascale Rouser was heading back into civilization.

    And he was ready.

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  19. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    (A lovely combo post between myself and @Sinrebirth )
    IC Ka'rta
    Mandalore

    She knew this time was coming, the time that Owen and Jerrod were going to finally take that retirement. Though she doubted that they would really retire. She stood there trying to be nonchalant, pretending that this wasn't anything special. She'd left their care before, before this mission, the mission that sent her across the galaxy and now had her staring down the barrel of something she never really wanted or expected. She was the right hand of the Manda'lor, an advisor, and Vode. Though right now, she wanted to drop everything and head right back out, to find the fights, and earn credits for it. She had no need for it, she was loaded after the mission on Mimban. And being part of the government she might not have to worry about her basic needs. The more important thing, she had a home, a place that wasn't always moving around a place to come back to, to fall back on when things got rough.

    It hurt more than she wanted to let on, hurt leaving her family and home behind. Even for another one. They were, after her parents disappeared, her family a surrogate mother and father that she needed at that time. They looked after her and now they wouldn't be there anymore. She stood there for far too long, still weighing her options still going over everything that they had done for her. Eventually even her scared and angry heart couldn't take it any more and she stepped up taking them both in a hug.

    "You don't have to go...I'm sure I can find a place for you here...I can visit often." She said voice cracking and holding back tears.

    They joined her in the hug, a hard, tough one, from Owen, and an enveloping one, from Jerrod. Both of them had tears in their eyes, though. Owen drew back, gruff but acting it. "No, you were right. We shouldn't be watching your back anymore. You need to be able to focus on the future; not worrying about us."

    Jerrod nodded but it was a stiff one; she clearly had a large part of her which wanted to stay. "You have a world to rebuild; a nation to support. Linnett is young; she'll need your advice - someone outside the clans, someone who knows how the galaxy really works. We'll just get in the way of that," a slight smile, and then, gesturing with her chin behind Ka'rta to Mirdala. "And of that, too."

    Owen snorted, softly. "Last time we overheard you doing it, I thought someone was beating down the bulkhead. I need to be in a different star system."

    She smiled looking away she wasn't one to be shy, but that one got her, or maybe it was because it was coming from Owen and Jerrod. Their words make her think about the future, one she never thought she'd have. Being Linnett's adviser, helping to rebuild this wreck of a city and a planet. It was not something she expected or something she wanted, but was stuck with.

    The merc was about to interject, but Owen's words stuck in her mind. Not the 'doing it' comment. More the he needed to be in another star system. She still wasn't sure if she wanted them so far away, so distant from her when they had been so close through all of this.

    "I mean, we can try to keep it down next time...and what if I need you, and you're so far way?"

    Jerrod looked to Owen, and they exchanged a couple-discussion that was indecipherable to anyone outside the relationship. “We’ll come straight away, Ka’rta.”

    “We promise to stay in-touch, maybe even a weekly call,” Jerrod said.

    “Bi-weekly,” Owen growled. “You don’t need to check in with ‘Mom and Dad’ if you don’t want to.”

    “But no more than a month of no contact,” Jerrod finished. Owen nodded, smirking. He looked back at Mirdala.

    “I’ll break your legs if you hurt her.”

    Jerrod snorted. “If she left you with any.”

    The humour was becoming forced but it was at a good tempo. They drew her into one more hug. Owen held back a slither; they needed to get going.

    Ka'rta rubbed her face into Jerrod's chest wiping her eyes as tears threatened to fall. It wouldn't do to go crying in front of Mirdala her...whatever he was. She didn't think it would hurt this much, or be this hard to let go. They were mercs, they move around, they break apart, but this, this had become more than that. This was her family. Sure they fought, and argued sometimes, but that's what made it stronger. Now, Ka'rta had made something of her own, had found an extension of the family.

    Though part of her wanted to hold on forever, to keep them here she could hear the transport starting to spool up its engines. With one last squeeze she let them go, waiting for them to take a step back.

    "I'll be sure to answer...though I might be busy sometimes." She gave a broad smirk looking over to Mirdala over her shoulder. "I..." her heart got caught in her throat. "I hope you both are happy...That you can finally take the time you wanted to be...something else."

    “Oh Ka’rta,” Jerrod said sweetly, before Owen cut in.

    “We’re already who we wanted to be; because of you,” Owen said, making sure their eyes met. “We’ve been lucky to be able to be part of your life so don’t you dare think we’ve put our life on hold for you. We didn’t, Ka’rta.”

    Jerrod smiles at him, at his passion about their daughter. And that is what she was, at the end of the day. “But now its time for you to stand on your own, so you can completely own the life you have created - we’ve been tagging along for a while now, and we’re so proud of you for that,” Owen continued. “But you don’t need us slowing you down and making you worry. That’s all.” He mock-punched her in the shoulder. “Promise.”

    “What he said,” Jerrod managed to add, tears freely streaming. “Now go and, um, ride the wave and all that.” It was a very lame attempt at slang from this decade.

    “Oh lord,” Owen said, cringing. “Please can we go before she tries that again?”

    Seeing Jerrod cry brought more tears to Ka'rta's eyes. Her breaths coming in short sniffles. She couldn't hold back, just one more hug before they left, before they put that little bit of painful distance between them.

    "I love you both, I will always worry about you." It hurt more than all her scars put together for her to finally let go, to take those steps away though her heart was aching to do so. "Now go..." She rubbed her eyes with her gloved hand. "Go before I put binders on both of you and make you stay."

    Jerrod kissed her on the cheek. “We’re going, we’re going.”

    Owen smiled. “Be good, Ka’rta.”

    With that, they broke the goodbye, and headed to the ship. They waved as it took off, and that, as they say, was that.

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  20. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 24, 2004
    OOC: Combo w/ the GM

    IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa, Winter, and Jyn Erso

    Before the Senate address

    After the days of fighting battles and hopping all over the galaxy, returning to something as mundane as getting ready for a Senate meeting should have been comforting in its familiarity. But instead, Feyna found it rather surreal, almost foreign. And she was nervous, on top of that.

    She was about to make her first formal address as acting Chancellor of the New Republic, and considering that it was only her second Senate appearance ever—not to mention the disastrous consequences of her first meeting, however much it had not been her fault—nervous was a bit of an understatement.

    Feyna was currently revising her speech notes on her datapad, Jyn waiting nearby while Winter was putting the last pins in Feyna’s hair; though Winter was recovering from the wounds sustained at Mandalore, she had lost a noticeable amount of weight in the process and Feyna still worried. The young Chancellor’s own injuries were mostly healed, though the scar across her forehead was still visible. Otherwise, Feyna was starting to look more like her old self.

    She had donned a simple dark blue dress with long, loose sleeves, with a matched cape of embroidered velvet that reminded her of an overcoat her father used to wear. She had considered wearing the clothes she’d been wearing the day of the summit, but the bright white dress felt inappropriate; the galaxy was celebrating the fall of the Empire, but there were billions dead across several planets, and a more somber wardrobe felt more suited to the occasion.

    She was wearing one small piece of jewelry from that day, however; a chalcedony brooch, in the shape of the Alderaanian Royal Crest, pinned over her heart, the pale stone standing out against the dark fabric.

    It felt a bit silly, maybe even shallow, to be having Winter and Jyn helping her dress, but she was glad of the company, though there was still a sort of strained uneasiness between Feyna and Jyn. Not hostility, just a quiet awkwardness. Feyna suspected that Jyn was feeling a little out of place, and she had seemed a bit of a fifth wheel over the past couple of days, another reason Feyna let her help out wherever she wanted to. She had the feeling that Jyn wanted to talk to her, but in the flurry of activity in the wake of the Ultimate Weapon’s destruction, there hadn’t been a good time, until now.

    That Jyn had said goodbye to Winter suggested that she had figured out a plan for herself, that she was leaving. Feyna wondered if they’d ever see her again.

    She took a seat, setting aside her datapad and gesturing to another empty chair.

    “What will you do now?”

    Jyn felt the simplicity of Feyna's question.

    It was enormous, and yet, the way she had presented it, in an almost terrifyingly normal manner, well, it stuck in her throat with the heaviness of it all - that they could even have a normal. After so many, many years on the run. She took the seat the Chancellor had offered, and Jyn again felt that awkwardness. Feyna was a Princess and a Chancellor. Jyn was just Jyn.

    In essence, she needed to convey that.

    "I want to go out into the galaxy and look after the little person again. It's how I started... and it's how I ended up wanting to be. This," she gestured to the entire room, "It is good and it is important, but its far away from everyone and there will always be people hiding petty evils in the light that you cast." Jyn realised she specifically meant 'you' as in Feyna herself.

    "I'm a rogue, sorry," Jyn said, sheepishly, but also, unabashedly. It was who she was.

    Feyna nodded in understanding, even managing a wry smile.

    Part of her was actually slightly envious, odd as it probably would seem to anyone else. She wouldn’t go so far as to say that Jyn’s life was, or would be simple, but Feyna had quite a mess to clean up, with so many worlds affected by the recent attacks from the Separatists and the Empire: Naboo, Chandrila, Kashyyyk, Mandalore, to say nothing of her own people’s predicament. Feyna felt like she’d been neglecting the displaced Alderaanians, and she had to wonder if they thought she’d forgotten about them. Her parents had spent years drilling it into her, that her responsibility was to her own people first, and Feyna couldn’t help feeling disappointed in herself.

    That wasn’t a problem for Jyn to fix though.

    “What you’re doing is still important,” Feyna told her. “And sometimes we forget about those little evils when we get too focused on the bigger ones, so it’s good to have someone out there keeping watch.” Zorn was still on the loose, with a handful of future students, and there’d been no further word on Qi’ra. Feyna had yet to get rid of the crystal, and she wanted to speak with Master Bnar before she made a final decision on how to dispose of it.

    There were no new reports on Aryan or Lyz Graul since their respective departures from Coruscant, and Feyna had not received any more telepathic messages from Arek, so she was privately mourning him, as well, but she kept that to herself. She still would have liked some confirmation, some kind of closure, but she didn’t know if she was ever going to get it.

    Maybe if Qi’ra was captured one day, or if one of the Grauls showed themselves, maybe she’d get answers then. But they might all be dead already, too.

    She had hoped that the Empire’s fall, and the destruction of the Ultimate Weapon, might have lured Anakin out, but his whereabouts remained unknown, as well.

    “Where were you, all those years, if Krennic couldn’t find you?” She asked, curious.

    Jyn could tell that Feyna was surrounded by thoughts and regrets, but she simply smiled through the question. "Oh, out and about. Saw Gerrera took me under his wing for a bit, until he abandoned me. For my own good, no doubt." Jyn rolled her eyes somewhat, self-deprecatingly. "Extremists can justify just about anything they do."

    "I was in Hutt Space when I heard about Alderaan. It was pretty difficult to track down the action, because of the chase for that,"
    Jyn indicated the box, "but it sounds like everyone was on the run for a bit."

    Jyn paused, bit her lip in a nervous gesture that she promptly banished. "You're welcome to join me, when you're done here. It's a lean life, but a good one. I was wrapped up by what I thought was my responsibility when I was younger - when I hated the Empire. But now... now, I just want some peace and quiet, and to do more good than I did bad, if possible."

    Feyna let out a mirthless chuckle. “Tempting offer,” she replied. “But not a realistic possibility for me, I think.”

    There was still the gundark in the room, and Feyna suddenly had to wonder if Jyn even knew the extent of her father’s work with the Empire.

    “How old were you, when Krennic took your father?”

    "Oh, Force," Jyn said, eyes clouding as she thought back. "Seven?" She came back to herself, nodding. "I was born during the Clone Wars; two years before it ended. Apparently my parents only narrowly escaped the battle droids sent to take Lokori. The droids withdrew when Palpatine died, in all that confusion surrounding Order 66."

    "Why do you ask?"


    "I just wondered how long it had been."

    Feyna tapped her fingers on the tabletop, that awkwardness creeping back in. She didn't know how much Jyn knew, so she wasn't sure how to go about this particular topic.

    Jyn, typically, launched in. "I really came in to ask what you thought of my father, now. You were with him when he died, according to everyone. I know about the sabotage of the Death Star, about how it didn't make a difference between Amedda was furnishing the Separatists with his research without his knowledge."

    That wasn't a tremendous deduction, for it was obvious now that Amedda was head of both the Empire and Separatists, much like Palpatine had been.

    "I realised, after he died, that I wanted to speak to him one last time. To know if he thought of me; if I had mattered in the end. Winter said that she only briefly met my father - that you and Arek Graul traveled with him from Delaya."

    This was as much the reason she had came here as the reason she had wanted to meet Feyna Organa at all.

    To speak to the last person he had seen before he died.

    Feyna was careful with her answer; her feelings regarding the late Dr. Erso were still somewhat complicated, but she didn't blame Jyn for her father's actions, and she didn't want Jyn to blame herself, either.

    "With his last words, he asked me to find you. I think he thought of you, and feared for you, every day.

    "I don't condone some of the things your father did, but I don't think he was a horrible person. Just a frightened man who made the wrong choices for the right reasons, who found the courage to do the right thing in the end. He rescued me and Arek from the debris field at Alderaan, sabotaged the Death Star and stole its technical data. He swore to me that he hadn't known they would use the Death Star on Alderaan, and I choose to believe him."


    Jyn seemed to shudder into the silence. She was clearly trying not to cry; a woman who had been hard her entire life, and had no desire to let it all out right here and now. Jyn wanted to stand, and run out of the room, never seeing the Chancellor ever again - never wanting to feel ever again.

    But Jyn was not that kind of woman.

    "Thank you, Feyna," she wanted to draw the woman into a hug, but she didn't know if she could, or should, or even how to, not now. In the end, she just was silent, her eyes glistening.

    She had needed to know that her father wasn't a monster.

    She now knew he wasn't.

    He was just a human; like all fathers really are, at the heart of it all.

    Feyna reached over to grasp Jyn's hand. "There were others involved in the Death Star who were far worse than your father; I'll save my grudges for them." Though with Krennic, Tarkin and Amedda all dead, hating them felt like a waste of energy.

    "Wherever you end up, if you ever need anything, even if it's just to talk, you know where to find me."

    Jyn squeezed back, smiling. “I’ll make sure that you know where I am, too.” Jyn went for the hug; she respected this woman, and it wasn’t weak to show it.

    “Thank you, Feyna.”

    "You're welcome, Jyn." Feyna returned the embrace, and when Jyn released her, she added, "And thank you." For her services to the Rebellion and the Republic, and even just the little things over the past few days.

    "Take care of yourself out there."

    Jyn stood up. "May the Force with you, Chancellor."

    She grinned, and went to leave, trying not to look at the box. The Senate was waiting, and Winter waved Jyn off as she went. "Ready?"

    Feyna rose, also waving goodbye to Jyn, then turned to Winter. She let out a small sigh. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

    She stopped in the doorway, glancing back to the Box, as if to make sure it was still there, before closing the door and locking it behind her. Feyna still didn’t like having it around, but at the same time, she was paranoid about someone taking it. The sooner she could talk to Master Bnar about it, the sooner she could be rid of it, but there were still other things to tend to first.

    She briefly closed her hand around the pin on her chest, thinking again of her parents, of Padme and Garm and Mon and Leia, everyone she wished could be here now. Then she held her chin up, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

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  21. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Darth Zorn
    Ancient Ruins, Unknown Planet

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    Darth Zorn had chosen the planet with care. Probably forgotten by the galaxy his father had once told him about this place. The ancient ruins of unknown purpose and origin, predating the Jedi and Sith ... young Luke had always wanted to see them. Now he made them his new home. The two Sith Intruder were safely stowed away. Eventually he would use them to sneak back into the galaxy. But for now he had all he needed and wanted right here.

    The ten children fought in the courtyard over the privilege of their own lightsaber. Four lightsaber he had. Two from Wyyrlock, one each from Krayt and Maul. The lightsaber of Kenobi was not for any of his students. It had resisted his attempts to change it yet and had remained it's blue blade. It was as if the stubbornness of the old owner had possessed the weapon. Zorn kept it in his simple private quarters with the holocron of XoXaan. No student was allowed to go near them. The consequence of disobeying that rule was death.

    So the first rule had been created. The students had been obedient. More rules would follow. This was now an academy. A place of learning. The cold stone of these ruins was the birthplace of a new Order of the Sith. It would also be a perfect breeding ground for his own power.

    Zorn closed his eyes and reached into the force. Since he had left Korriban his senses seemed to be more acute, trained under the brutal pressure of the Dark Side world he felt they were now sharpened. He felt his father. An echo around an absence. He had feared he was dead, but somehow he was certain he was not. There wasn't much else left to feel. Some spots of darkness. Somewhere he felt Mara Jade. She reached out to him as he had reached out to his father. Hunting.


    Darth Zorn felt the cold hold of the Embrace, but he also felt the inability of the destructive power to overpower him. Inside the soul the growing powers of Zorn and the raging cold darkness of the Dark Side had come to a stalemate. A constant battle that weakened him considerably. Therefore he knew his final test had to wait. His father ... he would be unable to defeat him in this weakened state. Yet, knowing he was too strong to loose this battle it was a matter of time until Darth Zorn mastered the forces trying to consume him. Once he had control over them, he would be more powerful than any leaving creature. Even more powerful than his father, whose powers were great, but eternally crippled by his inability to embrace his destiny.

    He would destroy him and take this destiny like he took the destiny of all the others. Finally he would be the Chosen One. Nothing would stand in his way. His vision would be the fate of the galaxy.

    But first he had to rest ... and send his farewell to the galaxy for now. R2 would do that.

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

    Many months later ...

    A silent call, a secret whisper and finally a cold embrace of the invitation. His presence spread. Unheard by any except those for who it was meant. Those uninitiated. Those in need of purpose. The numbers were growing. The children were joined by others.

    Darth Zorn looked down at the courtyard, where a sole minor inquisitor who had joined his call trained the children in the basic techniques of the force. Zorn himself had meditated and then had felt the presence. He felt it now even closer.

    "Ignite this lightsaber and I assure you I will do things to your spine no medical droid can repair." Zorn said with a calm voice. He felt Mara Jade's hesitation. The call had reached her of course and naturally she had followed it to what she had assumed her prey. But on the way she had heard ... rumors. Darth Wyyrlock slain? Darth Maul, too? Even the great Obi-Wan Kenobi? Bit by bit she must have understood this was not a young boy she faced anymore. Not a man with a lack of training and great potential. But how shocking had it had to be now. Finally she found the boy and felt this power ... this power she was probably very familiar with.

    A Sith.

    "You are no Sith, just a boy with Daddy issues ..." Mara spit out in an attempt to once again regain conversational dominance.

    Zorn smiled and turned. A smile that seemed to say ... because that worked so well last time .

    "Those like you actually don't have a say in that." He said honestly. Then he stepped closer as she came from the shadows. Her hands were around a lightsaber she had got somewhere. Zorn looked at it. A Jedi weapon, he could tell.

    "Those like me ..." Mara smiled, but the smile did not show the confidence it should. She had fantasized of teaching the boy a lesson and now faced an avalanche of power. Zorn lay his head aside. He reached deep into her soul and let some of his darkness fill her. Conditioned by Palpatine she could not resist.

    "A simple choice." Darth Zorn said and folded his hands behind his back. "Try or kneel." He looked at her and waited patiently.

    Mara stared at him. She had prepared smart ways to provoke him and a million insults. Now that she stood before him she was not so sure it was even something she desired, provoking him. In her mind she had defeated him in combat again and again and yet standing before the dark yellow-eyed figure in front of her made it so painfully clear that those were childish fantasies.

    "I owe you, you know?" Darth Zorn then said to her surprise. Mara stared at him. "They say every journey begins with a first step. You were my first step. Through you I learned ... how little you all are ... how much I have been forced to live among lesser beings. Weaklings. Through you I found strength." He opened his mouth and then smiled. "This gratitude is used up."

    She felt his forceful entry into her presence and her throat tightened. Her defenses were wiped away as if they were nothing to him. He had maybe not even recognized they were there. His hands came forth from behind her back and her lightsaber was ripped from her hand with a wave of two fingers. Mara's eyes widened in horror.

    "Kneel." She gasped. Simply because there was nothing else to say.

    Zorn nodded and turned around again, as she went to her knees.

    "Smart girl." He replied, his lip curling up in amused disgust.

    ---------

    There were minor elements left of the former Inquisitors. Tremayne, Vialco, Jaalib Brandl ... there were Jedi wandering lost and desperate about their losses ... there were also the youngest ones. Those who had never been trained. Jade was incredibly helpful finding them all. Zorn lured them all to his new temple and tested them. Many did not pass. Some joined the ranks. Their numbers grew. So did his control over the powers of the dark embrace. Soon he would fully control it.

    Plans began to form. Plans to set the galaxy on fire ... a fire so absolute Anakin Skywalker would never be able to ignore it.

    It was six months after he had vanished when he signaled his lone X-Wing floating near Naboo to use the royal code of the Amidala family to connect with the holo-network and deliver his message.

    Finally he announced himself.


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  22. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Darth Zorn
    Ancient Ruins, Unknown Planet

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    Darth Zorn had chosen the planet with care. Probably forgotten by the galaxy his father had once told him about this place. The ancient ruins of unknown purpose and origin, predating the Jedi and Sith ... young Luke had always wanted to see them. Now he made them his new home. The two Sith Intruder were safely stowed away. Eventually he would use them to sneak back into the galaxy. But for now he had all he needed and wanted right here.

    The ten children fought in the courtyard over the privilege of their own lightsaber. Four lightsaber he had. Two from Wyyrlock, one each from Krayt and Maul. The lightsaber of Kenobi was not for any of his students. It had resisted his attempts to change it yet and had remained it's blue blade. It was as if the stubbornness of the old owner had possessed the weapon. Zorn kept it in his simple private quarters with the holocron of XoXaan. No student was allowed to go near them. The consequence of disobeying that rule was death.

    So the first rule had been created. The students had been obedient. More rules would follow. This was now an academy. A place of learning. The cold stone of these ruins was the birthplace of a new Order of the Sith. It would also be a perfect breeding ground for his own power.

    Zorn closed his eyes and reached into the force. Since he had left Korriban his senses seemed to be more acute, trained under the brutal pressure of the Dark Side world he felt they were now sharpened. He felt his father. An echo around an absence. He had feared he was dead, but somehow he was certain he was not. There wasn't much else left to feel. Some spots of darkness. Somewhere he felt Mara Jade. She reached out to him as he had reached out to his father. Hunting.


    Darth Zorn felt the cold hold of the Embrace, but he also felt the inability of the destructive power to overpower him. Inside the soul the growing powers of Zorn and the raging cold darkness of the Dark Side had come to a stalemate. A constant battle that weakened him considerably. Therefore he knew his final test had to wait. His father ... he would be unable to defeat him in this weakened state. Yet, knowing he was too strong to loose this battle it was a matter of time until Darth Zorn mastered the forces trying to consume him. Once he had control over them, he would be more powerful than any leaving creature. Even more powerful than his father, whose powers were great, but eternally crippled by his inability to embrace his destiny.

    He would destroy him and take this destiny like he took the destiny of all the others. Finally he would be the Chosen One. Nothing would stand in his way. His vision would be the fate of the galaxy.

    But first he had to rest ... and send his farewell to the galaxy for now. R2 would do that.

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    Many months later ...

    A silent call, a secret whisper and finally a cold embrace of the invitation. His presence spread. Unheard by any except those for who it was meant. Those uninitiated. Those in need of purpose. The numbers were growing. The children were joined by others.

    Darth Zorn looked down at the courtyard, where a sole minor inquisitor who had joined his call trained the children in the basic techniques of the force. Zorn himself had meditated and then had felt the presence. He felt it now even closer.

    "Ignite this lightsaber and I assure you I will do things to your spine no medical droid can repair." Zorn said with a calm voice. He felt Mara Jade's hesitation. The call had reached her of course and naturally she had followed it to what she had assumed her prey. But on the way she had heard ... rumors. Darth Wyyrlock slain? Darth Maul, too? Even the great Obi-Wan Kenobi? Bit by bit she must have understood this was not a young boy she faced anymore. Not a man with a lack of training and great potential. But how shocking had it had to be now. Finally she found the boy and felt this power ... this power she was probably very familiar with.

    A Sith.

    "You are no Sith, just a boy with Daddy issues ..." Mara spit out in an attempt to once again regain conversational dominance.

    Zorn smiled and turned. A smile that seemed to say ... because that worked so well last time .

    "Those like you actually don't have a say in that." He said honestly. Then he stepped closer as she came from the shadows. Her hands were around a lightsaber she had got somewhere. Zorn looked at it. A Jedi weapon, he could tell.

    "Those like me ..." Mara smiled, but the smile did not show the confidence it should. She had fantasized of teaching the boy a lesson and now faced an avalanche of power. Zorn lay his head aside. He reached deep into her soul and let some of his darkness fill her. Conditioned by Palpatine she could not resist.

    "A simple choice." Darth Zorn said and folded his hands behind his back. "Try or kneel." He looked at her and waited patiently.

    Mara stared at him. She had prepared smart ways to provoke him and a million insults. Now that she stood before him she was not so sure it was even something she desired, provoking him. In her mind she had defeated him in combat again and again and yet standing before the dark yellow-eyed figure in front of her made it so painfully clear that those were childish fantasies.

    "I owe you, you know?" Darth Zorn then said to her surprise. Mara stared at him. "They say every journey begins with a first step. You were my first step. Through you I learned ... how little you all are ... how much I have been forced to live among lesser beings. Weaklings. Through you I found strength." He opened his mouth and then smiled. "This gratitude is used up."

    She felt his forceful entry into her presence and her throat tightened. Her defenses were wiped away as if they were nothing to him. He had maybe not even recognized they were there. His hands came forth from behind her back and her lightsaber was ripped from her hand with a wave of two fingers. Mara's eyes widened in horror.

    "Kneel." She gasped. Simply because there was nothing else to say.

    Zorn nodded and turned around again, as she went to her knees.

    "Smart girl." He replied, his lip curling up in amused disgust.

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    There were minor elements left of the former Inquisitors. Tremayne, Vialco, Jaalib Brandl ... there were Jedi wandering lost and desperate about their losses ... there were also the youngest ones. Those who had never been trained. Jade was incredibly helpful finding them all. Zorn lured them all to his new temple and tested them. Many did not pass. Some joined the ranks. Their numbers grew. So did his control over the powers of the dark embrace. Soon he would fully control it.

    Plans began to form. Plans to set the galaxy on fire ... a fire so absolute Anakin Skywalker would never be able to ignore it.

    It was six months after he had vanished when he signaled his lone X-Wing floating near Naboo to use the royal code of the Amidala family to connect with the holo-network and deliver his message.

    Finally he announced himself.


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  23. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    IC: Aryan Graul
    Imperial Shuttle, Ach-To

    Several hours had passed since the altercation in the cave and the unexpected encounter with the cloaked man. Aryan had tried to use that time to regain his bearings and reflect on everything that had occurred, though that was proving more difficult than he originally anticipated. Nothing seemed to make sense to him; any answers the cloaked man had provided were purposely vague or flawed. His nonchalant attitude had only exacerbated the situation further and made the former Emperor even more frustrated. What was he supposed to think when the man touted on about mystical keys and gateways, sending people back through time, and manipulating events to change the course of history?

    In addition, the man insisted that Aryan was from 150 years in the future. That theory was absolutely absurd! He must have been high on some very potent spice to devise such a nonsensical tale.

    Nonetheless, Aryan still couldn’t explain some of the other strange circumstances that had taken place. For one, how had he ended up back on his shuttle, the same shuttle that had clearly sunk to the ocean depths upon his ill-fated arrival? It was seemingly impossible for it to still have hull integrity after withstanding that kind of pressure, and yet…here he was. Aside from a few faulty components that would require adjusting once he entered the atmosphere and some minor rifts along the outer frame that he had to hastily patch, the shuttle appeared intact and ready for spaceflight.

    And then there was the matter of the Force itself. How was it possible for him to miraculously obtain those abilities? Aryan could describe it no other way. He could feel it reverberating inside of him, almost like an extension of himself that allowed him to perceive things that he formerly could not. It was far beyond his normal insight, opening up pathways he previously thought insurmountable. He would go as far as to say that it had granted him a new lease on life...

    But what did it matter when his son was dead?

    Aryan knew he could not bring Arek back. It didn’t work that way. Even with the Force, there were surely limits to what he could accomplish, and resurrecting the dead was not a practical solution. Perhaps it wasn’t even rational...or sane. More than likely, it was the senseless ravings of a grieving father. He realized that he had to keep himself grounded in reality and nurture his powers from there if he wanted to survive. The only logical path he could think of was to avenge his death, but even that would take time and careful planning to hunt down those responsible. Ananke would not escape his wrath forever, though for the moment she would have to wait. And it wasn’t just Ananke; he wanted retribution for all the wrongs the galaxy had forced him to endure. He wanted his power and status back.

    But yet again, that would take time.

    And so, once he had settled everything with the shuttle and ran her through the pre-flight checklist, Aryan could finally mourn. He even felt a slight pang of sorrow for Lyz, though his main focus remained with Arek. It was hard to say how long he remained this way; everything had become a blur. With his elbows resting carelessly atop the console and his vision marred with tears, he did not notice that his actions had inadvertently triggered the comm board. A small monitor soon winked into existence, and Aryan found himself squinting against the artificial light to read the small text scrolling across the screen:

    I appreciate that you won't appreciate my having liberally moved you around the timeline, but it was for your own good. But, what should have fixed things, well, someone has broken the Force again. When Palpatine died; it changed everything. I doubt all four of you, believe me, I doubt all four of you care about what's happened; I know one of you will brush this off and head back into the galaxy unchanged, a Darkness through and through - but that is what you are, and sometimes we'll need that. But you four know. I cannot come across anymore; this channel is closed to me. My legacy, you will need to unearth it on Nouane; on Tython; on Korriban; on Mustafar; on Malachor; on Kesh or Mortis, if you can find them. I am sorry; so, so, so sorry, but it's up to you to fix this... and stop what has changed from consuming the galaxy.

    As if on instinct, Aryan curled his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the panel, causing the message to flicker and fade away. What kind of nonsense was this? Was the cloaked man so dense that he thought he could tap into his comm system and continue the charade? It didn’t make sense; none of it did. Why should he care about offering his assistance to a sadistic madman? No, the cloaked man was on his own in this instance.

    If Aryan wanted to make an impression and get out of this predicament, he had to help himself. It wouldn't be easy, but to achieve his goals, he required discipline and strength so that he could harness the Force and bend it to his every whim. In order to do that, he knew that he had to find a teacher...but where?

    It was something he would contemplate as he set out on his journey. For now, he needed to find a safe port where he could ditch this shuttle before it disclosed his location to his foes. An Imperial shuttle was far too conspicuous for his liking. He could not afford any unwanted attention right now, particularly for someone with his background – he still had a famous face, so it was imperative that he remain under the radar.

    Bringing up the navigation charts, Aryan began to wade through his options, seeking the closest planet that contained a bustling spaceport. The crowds would make it easier for him to slip in and disappear. Fortunately, he did not have to search for long. Bakura appeared to meet all of the requirements – it was the closest civilized system and attracted plenty of local and commercial traffic. It wasn’t his first choice, but it would certainly serve his purposes.

    Aryan punched the information into the navicomputer and took hold of the control yoke as he engaged the thrusters. The tiny shuttle soon shot away from Ach-to enroute to its new destination – Bakura.

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  24. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 8 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Master Yoda
    Mandalore, Keldabe City, the new Mandalmotors tower

    "Knew?"

    The wizened Master seemed to wonder aloud, his eyes closing as she shook her head. "Knew that you were destined for an event, I did. Mandalore? No, that I did not see." There was a pause one which seemed to fill the Force, as if the old master was pensive; fearful of what he was supposed to say, but knowing that he had to speak the truth, before he left.

    Yoda turned slightly, seemingly perturbed. "You were destined to fall, I fear, Linnett. That is what I saw."

    He sighed, sagging somewhat. "Told you, I had to, before I cannot."

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    IC: Mirdala
    Mandalore, Keldabe City, landing strip by Mandalmotor's tower

    They were gone, heading off into orbit. Jerrod and Owen, on one more adventure, together. Mirdala watched it head off, not saying anything for a moment, and giving Ka'rta time to put herself back together. He would have drawn any other woman into a hug, to support her, but Ka'rta wasn't any other woman.

    Which is precisely why he was so attracted to her; which he admitted to himself now. Of course, that left a lot in her bolo-ball court, so to speak, so Mirdala knew that he had to harden his skin to beskar levels in-case she decided to cut ties. It could happen. She was herself, and as much as the galaxy was changing, he had no idea if she wanted him to fit into the new story.

    The next chapter, he supposed.

    He didn't speak, and waited for her.

    He was okay with waiting.

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    IC: Winter

    Senate chambers

    After Jyn left, there wasn't much time for pleasantries. As she entered the chamber, she would see all manner of species and peoples gathered. On the dais that she was expected to ascend and speak from, Generals Dodonna and Syndulla, Admirals Raddus and Piett, Hapan Prince Isolder, Senex Lord Garronin, and others stood, all at attention. It was a tremendous display of unity, after decades of just the opposite. There were already topics for the Senate to engage with... the Hutts, reparations, a discussion about whether to reduce the size of fleets across the galaxy, the name of the new capital world... and more besides.

    But right here, and now, acting-Chancellor Organa had the stage, and to set the term of the New Republic Senate. Nineteen years to the day since Order 66, the calendar was already being re-dated by all manner of record keeper.

    0 ATA

    After the Treaty of Alderaan.

    The destruction of the Ultimate Weapon was being heralded as the true moment where the various worlds first acted as one, but referencing the Sith homeworld of Korriban seemed out of place, and indeed the refusal of Mandalore to rejoin the galactic community made making the Battle of Mandalore the new opening date of the calendar difficult. But everyone was calling the foundation of the New Republic the Treaty of Alderaan after the point where almost everyone, everywhere, albeit in muted terms, had thought that the Empire needed to go.

    But it was Feyna who had spoken up and made it happen, with Linnett, Ka'rta, Arek, Hera, Anakin, Han and so many others... even if Han's gambit nearly snuffed out all the light. Together they undid Aryan, Lyz, Ananke, Tarkin, Krennic and Daala... and of course Amedda and his Dark Man plans.

    Winter stood aside to allow Feyna through, resplendent as she was. Feyna had one final speech to make, the speech to determine the new future that lay before them. Winter knew that Feyna hated these things; that she was best when bouncing off someone who was speaking to her, being her passionate and convincing self. A speech was so far removed from everyone before her, but Winter knew that Breha, Bail, Padme and Leia had all influenced young Feyna into a truly incredible person.

    So, too, would the destruction of Alderaan.

    She managed to keep the grimace out of her face, and smiled to Feyna. The off-screen team, televising the message to anyone who wanted to watch, but to all corners of the known galaxy, all confirmed that she was live in five, four, three..

    two...

    one.

    Winter flashed her warmest smile as the friend she loved more than any one in the galaxy took the next step to heal the galaxies broken heart - the one which Palpatine inculcated with darkness until it shattered in three for two nearly two decades.

    May the Force be with you, she mouthed to Feyna,.

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    IC: Braata

    Malachor, Malachor system, days later

    As interesting as Malachor II and III were, with their various Sith tombs from millennia ago, or indeed the debris field of Malachor V, which even now resonated with the dark side, their target was the planet merely named Malachor, which was in-fact so much more. Braata had recounted how Darth Trayus, to avoid a campaign by the water species of Iskalon, who had settled on nearby Mon Cala, had drew the system together using technology that was long gone and beyond that of the galaxy now, a hundred millennia later.

    That was the past, and the so-called Cosmic Wars she had learned all about that.

    But they were here for a Holocron of Prophecy, not the past.

    In short order they arrived, and, in shorter order, they reached the fated Temple, the one which Maul had sought to manipulate Ananke into assisting him open, all those years ago. Their confrontation had seen Maul left for dead, only to be picked up anew by the rebels hunting a way to defeat the Sith. Maul had escaped, and, well, his survival had created Darth Zorn.

    That was the present, and they knew all about that.

    But they were here for a Holocron of Prophecy, not the past.

    Into the crater they went, to the hidden Temple which legend stated controlled this station; though what with the altercation between Maul, Jedi and Inquisitors, who could say what remained. It was not long before they stood at the foot of the Temple... and it was not long before, for another time in her life, Ananke was among the petrified statues of the Jedi and Sith who had fallen here millennia ago, their shadows surrounding them all.

    The shadows seemed to convalesce, and they stepped free.

    It was Maul.

    Clearly, it was not, because it was a blackened version of him, but he stood before Ananke nonetheless.

    "I was here for years, apprentice. Did you not think that I would have left a part of myself? Me, who had surpassed death once before by my will? That I had mastered Pain, like the ancient Sith of old?"

    He held a lightsaber. "You are no Dark Lord, as long as I live... and I am not dead, as long as you live."

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    IC: The Narrator

    Bakura, Wild Space, days later

    As the former capital of the Separatists, Bakura was a wave of rumination and intrigue, but not yet violence. The droids had long left this world to occupy others, and the independent nature of the world meant it was not a natural fit for the Separatist Council as and when it visited. More than anything, the world was too far removed from the rest of the galaxy to resist the Confederacy, nor to care about it.

    But that did not mean it was not civilised. It was just that; a population, a small shipyard, a bustling export industry that was already reaching out to strike deals with Coruscant for its local exports and so forth. In orbit, a trio of Bakura-class Star Destroyers held position, guarding the world from any threat, be it from the Unknown Regions or the Known Galaxy.

    It was a quintessentially between world, a world, perhaps, between worlds.

    But the pun wouldn't endear you to the locals, who considered themselves relatively important, and, in spite of being a Confederacy member to the end, a humanocentric viewpoint had caught hold and nonhumans were lucky to be second-class citizens, even the Yuzzem who colonised the world with them. As such, they viewed themselves as the centre of their quadrant, an overabundance of overconfidence which had been fed ever since the Confederacy set up a base here, since Grievous trounced the Republic in the opening weeks of the Clone Wars, and then when they became the capital.

    A space station held in orbit, accepting the string of refugees and indeed Aryan Graul without much concern. There was the intend to take in ships to the customs area as soon as possible, enabling guards to deal with threats, rather than cause a scuffle in space. As such Aryan made it to customs very quickly, and then was asked to remain in his ship, along with a whole host of motley ships throughout this level of the station hangar.

    For Aryan, it would be an experience involving the Force; his first of a new world. It was so busy, and noisy, and chaotic, and, it could be said, overwhelming. Luckily, there were only a few hundred people aboard the station but had there been more? It may have been too much. Indeed, the Star Destroyers had a larger population that the station, and they left a strong impression as two Bellabub-22's guided him to the station without a word.

    But Aryan would sense three things within his immediate vicinity.

    One, shone light, white, even, in his perceptions.

    Another, it was dark, as much shadow as Ananke had been in his new senses.

    However, the other, it was vague; a shawl of black drawn over a softness that was similarly edges.

    Three Force users were nearby.

    But their identities, Aryan would not know; just their rough locations in the area.

    It would largely depend on how the trip to Bakura had softened the man; or not, with the loss of his son, and his wife,notwithstanding that she was estranged, complicated, terrible, as their relationship was, even in death.

    One thing would be obvious; Aryan needed a Master.

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    IC: Unknown

    Nouane, Inner Rim, days later

    Rouser's travel took time, but he had ample supplies to complete it. His jaunt into the Unknown Regions had seen the galaxy a changed place. The New Republic had replaced the Empire, Republic and Separatists, and a host of neutral factions, including the Commonality, Hapans, Corporate Sector Senex Lords and Centrality had all committed to the new regime. Some of those had not been members of the Old Republic, but almost everyone seemed to accept that the Galactic Cold War had precipitated two decades of terror for a galaxy in stalemate, a precarious balance which the Five Crime Families had taken advantage of.

    The destruction of Alderaan, burning of Coruscant, and devastation's of Mimban, Kashyyyk and Mandalore over the space of a week had left the galaxy with no taste for full-blown violence. The Empire had been invalidated as an idea for generating more chaos than order; it was not as if it had created twenty years of stability, merely concealing the intention to create terrible superweapons.

    Of course, that meant that all manner of jobs Rouser had lined up vanished now that there was a new spirit of co-operation. But, similarly, there were new archaeologist opportunities on worlds unaccessible to the Republic; Hapan and Senex worlds guarded for centuries and so forth. But here he was, arriving at Nouane, bypassing all those places for a world which, by all historical accounts, had not been relevant for about twenty-one thousand years...

    But, here he was, and as his ship settled down on the concourse, he was greeted by a sole blond-haired man in a brown-cloak, a cross-running over his chest. He smiled, a handsome smile, at that. With a shrug, the man strode to the bottom of the ramp.

    "Welcome, visitor to Nouane," he called to the ship. "I am here to complete your orientation of our small world. Unlike Obroa-Skai, which pronounces its prominence to the rest of the galaxy, Nouane opts for a much quieter approach to history."

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  25. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

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    Mace Windu...
    Hyperspace...


    As the blue swirl of hyperspace spun outside the front viewport, Mace Windu allowed his eyes to come in and out of focus, reading and rereading the message. It was so much gibberish, and yet...

    Mace Windu had heard of the World Between Worlds, read about the Aiing-Ti monks and their flow walking. Was it possible to change the flow of time? He knew in his feelings this was true. That Ahsoka had been right.

    Ahsoka. How the Order had wronged her. Perhaps she could have helped rebuild. But then, she didn't owe the Order anything. Master Windu sighed and sank further into his chair. He would have liked to have made amends. Perhaps she knows that. He remembered the feeling of her voice skipping across his brain, like fingertips on a bannister: "Thank you." She knew.

    Windu had spent the rest of this trip catching up on the news, as odd as that felt. He'd spent so many years on Ossus obsessively compiling information about the universe at large, keeping abreast of the galaxy's condition as the Jedi sat in hiding, and now in the course of so little time, so much had been overturned. He set his jaw. It's possible - probably - that very little of what he read was reliable, but it was a place to start.

    Windu smiled as he remembered Master Kenobi's penchant for investigation. Perhaps he was watching over him, here. Of the destinations mentioned in the message, only one was possible for him. The Father had chosen him. The Father had given him the dagger. And so now Mace Windu would have to find his way to the Father's home.

    An alarm bell sounded and the old Jedi watched as the brilliant blue-white of hyperspace resolved itself into realspace. Before him, in the distance, an enormous geometric shape, spinning in the void, like the Tho-Yor of old. This was Mortis. It called to him.

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