Star Wars OPEN Star Wars: Episode XI: THE HIDDEN TEMPLE - follow up to the 2021 RPF Award winning game!

The Cast of Star Wars: Episode XI: The Hidden Temple

Abaddon - played by @The Jedi in the Pumas
Adam Lyons - played by @adaml83
Adrias Stark - played by @TheAdmiral
Ahsoka Tano - played by @Corellian_Outrider
Amethyst Ordgwal - played by @Adalia-Durron
Ap’lek Ren - played by @Silvertough
Aryan Graul - played by @HanSolo29
Atin-Kot Kouwr - played by @darthbernael
Asteria Magnus - played by @TheSilentInfluence
Axtine Yore - played by @ConservativeJedi321
Azathoth - played by @Shadowsun
Barriss Sunrider - played by @CosmoHender
Bernhardt Johnson - played by @Jerjerrod-Lennox
Briana “HQ, Angel” Odan - played by Adaml83
Delta Oriana - played by Adalia-Durron
Eeth Saxan - played by CosmoHender
Eleanor Magnus - played by TheSilentInfluence
Emyrson Ink’ester - played by @SiouxFan
Ennis Tremyren - played by @Mistress_Renata
Falen Windrider - played by @Sarge
Faya - played by @Mitth_Fisto
Finnefrael “Feral” Ordgwal - played by darthbernael
Grazden Ka’leth - played by @clone commander bossk
Jaina Solo Fel - played by @Lady Belligerent
Jesse Durron - played by Adalia-Durron
Kira Elnath - played by @Force of Light
Julee Rouser - played by @JediMasterAnne
Kael “Swift” Swiftflight - played by Adaml83
Kuruk Ren - played by darthbernael
Kylo Ren - played by @greyjedi125
Midosh Jel - played by @Ihsan997
Nadira Mendenhall - played by @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha
Najla Romeyn - played by @Vehn
Natasi Daala - played by Lady Belligerent
Nyssa Nightstar - played by @Anedon
Remus - played by darthbernael
Rhoen Aquilla - played by @galactic-vagabond422
Sistros - played by HanSolo29
Skirrin Cloudstrike - played by The Jedi In The Pumas
Tajana - played by @darthhelinith
Talon, Darth - played by CosmoHender
Tiberionel ‘Tiber’ Ordwgal - played by darthbernael
Tiberius Covax - played by Jerjerrod-Lennox
Tirran Huxley - played by Mitth_Fisto
Trec ke Mattino - played by Adaml83
Vicrul Ren - played by Shadowsun
William Aima - played by Shadowsun
Xundel - played by darthbernael
Yanjon - played by Jerjerrod-Lennox
Zara Ordwgal - played by Adalia-Durron
Zeseem Dunkel - played by Mitth_Fisto

 

CORUSCANT



IC: Poe Dameron
Orbit, aboard the Millennium Falcon

They had to swerve.

Chewbacca swore with a roar.

Finn, not even the best pilot aboard, cringed.

He gripped the chair, but trusted Poe.

Mostly.

Temiri toppled back down the corridor towards the central area, where William and Eeth would be strapped in by the dejarik table -

"Bloah!"

The Falcon cut past the tail-end of an Imperial Star Destroyer, rolled over the listing hulk of a Super Star Destroyer, bypass a shattered Corellian Corvette -

And then they were through.

"Incoming, can I have Jedi in the gunwell's or not?" Upper and Lower were free. Temiri was in the cargo bay due to tumbling, and BB-8 and D-0 were extricating him -

A set of seven Howlrunner fighters flew right by and Poe tensed -

"Must be something important on their minds!"

They swept across the wrecked city, seeing all manner of First Order, Imperial and New Order crawler, tank, walker and trooper savaging each other, burning down the Boulevard they had all fought so hard over five years before. A few hours before, refugees were emerging from the lower levels to claw their way to ships and escape, a few hours before, war was fought in the skies of the capital... and a few hours before that, it had been peace...

Poe grimaced.

He didn't call the Jedi back out of the gunwells - whichever one ended up where - because he expected he'd need them at any time. Chewie had the concussion missiles armed and ready too.

"There!" Finn pointed at the down Liberator, the signal confirming what his eyes had taken in mere moments ago. Indeed, there it was. The captured Resurgent-class Star Destroyer had been commanded by a skeleton crew from a Resistance Gladiator-class Star Destroyer, and even that amount of people had been cut down at.

Feral, Tiber, Zara, Delta and the others had lost good people.

The wreckage was forming an impromptu blockade that the Resistance fighters could shoot their blasters over at the advancing First Order Stormtroopers. Among them were local refugees too, including, potentially to the surprise of themselves and everyone else, Julee, Tiberius, Tirran and Jedi Knight Tahiri Veila - the latter keeping her Force presence dimmed and her lightsaber hidden. Among the Twi'lek survivors was also a distinct red-skinned one - Talon, caught up in the Coruscanti violence, but not yet noticed... but every now and then Tahiri would frown and take her eyes off Tirran to look for whatever it was she could dimly sense...

But now, their survival was predicated upon their escape of the Resistance -

The Fortuna, Tirran's ship, and Talon's prototype Fury, they were all not especially far from the downed Star Destroyer - which had crashed in the middle of the respective missions. Tirran's personal ship was tucked away in an intact warehouse to the south of here. Indeed, from their pinned down position, they would each be able to see their ships at different points of the proverbial compass, each half buried, but, as far as they could tell from the distance they were at, intact and undamaged. Worst, the Liberator's crash into the Opera district had driven all manner of debris down into the Underworld... into Abaddon's world - it's immense wreckage had plugged what had been previously an immense artificial sinkhole into the depths of Coruscant, plunging 1313 levels into darkness and shadow.

But what about the pilots of Black Squadron, who had never been able to launch before the Liberator was downed? Their X-wings and fighters in the hangar had been dug out and the Destroyer's innards acting like a cave they could launch from - if they could ever get into the air without being shot down by -

"Imperial Walker!"

There was a big AT-AT, ancient, but still heavily armed. Poe grimaced. "Can someone deal with that?" He flipped the Falcon as the massive head swung as far as its neck allowed and it spat fire at them -

"And keep an eye out for those Howlrunners!" Rose shouted to them.

The fighters below would see the Falcon was here, and the walker distracted -

Some of them let out a cheer, alerting the enemy soldiers in the middle of their final charge -

Knowing that they were exposed, white troopers rushed forward, dozens of them vulnerable to fire as they crossed from cover towards the Resistance fighters on the ground -

There had to be at least a hundred, all firing at Tiber, Zara, Julee, Tiberius, Tirran, Talon and the impromptu battlements that protected them -

They would have to work together...

... for now.

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AJAN KLOSS



IC: Admiral Aftab Ackbar
Ajan Kloss, in orbit above, aboard the Scythe

A few hours ago, ships began to arrive on Ajan Kloss, and the population of the planet shifted from one sentient to hundreds, and thousands. An early altercation was averted when news spread, vouching for that individual.

X-wings that had hurled themselves into hyperspace at an immense risk made it, trailing debris. Civilian shuttles and refugees ships, such as those flown by Syal Antilles, the Wookiee Chak, and the aging rogue, Uncle Villie, saving those who were in need of savig and ferrying them to the surface.

The Resistance Fleet hung in orbit above the world of Ajan Kloss.

Fifteen years ago, this had became their main base after being chased from Crait.

Now, it was again.

There were four capital ships, dozens of smaller ones, from armed freighters to light cruisers to fast corvettes.

The Scythe, the Emancipator, the Sabaton, the Errant Venture.

It wasn't the most auspicious fleet.

But they'd just lost the Inner Systems.

Driven from Coruscant, Kuat, Chandrila, Bilbringi, retreating to the Outer Rim seemed the only natural thing to do.

Connix had headed down to the surface to coordinate the wounded and checks of their supplies and forces, and the foundations. Ackbar had a line open to her, as she spoke. He had just returned from a scouting mission from the Core Systems himself, piloting an A-wing in-person.

Older and looking more like his late father, the Admiral Gial Ackbar who had defeated the Old Empire, Second Imperium and Yuuzhan Vong, he spoke gravely.

"Something very big is happening, Connix... we saw Order ships from both sides of the civil war heading to Kuat, and other ships joining them from all manner of coordinates!"

"Our spies and probe droids report similar sightings," she said gravely.

Besides Ackbar was a pair of veterans. Lando Calrissian and Wedge Antilles. With Connix, having been called to the impromptu tent that she had set up, was Johnson, Rose Tico and Rhoen Aquilla.

The former Agent had been marooned briefly, before the Resistance arrived, and apparently Juno Eclipse had left an encrypted beacon in orbit to explain his presence and speak of his trustworthiness. That testimony unnecessary with Rose present, who had embraced her old friend and drew him to the command meeting, placing her finger on her lips. She didn't want to have to argue with Connix about a former Agent. He would be there, and he would be quiet, for now.

Rhoen for his part had made it to Ajan Kloss with what was left of his new and former command - his X-wing was a wreck but his keepsakes had survived. But among them was those who had managed to catch up in the panicked retreat, for Dancer Squadron had been on leave when the New Order struck. Missing from among them was Jesse Durron, who did not return. A new Dancer Squadron would be needed, it seemed, from the few pilots they had left...

Ackbar continued. "The civil war will leave the Imperial system a wasteland... the populations are in ire straits... what it portends, I can't say... but I fear for the galaxy!" He sounded grave. "Any news from General Skywalker?" He referenced Rey then. Connix tensed, but replied anyway.

"Yes... not good, I'm afraid. Rey's Star Destroyer went down in the Imperial City itself... the Admiral and commander of Black Squadron were aboard... among others..." She grimaced. "Poe and Finn have led a mission to find and rescue them."

"And did they succeed?"

"They're maintaining radio silence... but if they did succeed, we should know soon!"

There was a ripple of hyperspace energy, and Ackbar looked up to the screen, half-expecting the Millennium Falcon to appear. Instead it was a motley ship, and then another, and then another - none of which were out-of-place among the make-shift fleet, but bore the sigil of the Mandalorians.

Connix turned to Rhoen. "Commander, how quickly can you get in the air?"

Rose cast a glance at Johnson. "Come on! Let's get aboard the Crow!" She referenced her personal ship at this point. She was already running that way -

Ackbar began shouting orders to reorient the forward firing heavy weapons of the Scythe at the new arrivals, because they didn't know what side the Mandalorians would fall in this latest turn of the war. A million had became Brutetroopers for the First Order five years ago, spinning on the turn of a credcoin to the enemy side.

But the pennant ship was that of Eleanor, and she had barely escaped the devastation of Concord Dawn -

Asteria's ship was missing, but Kaz, Amaria and the rest of the family had made it -

But the Resistance didn't know that.

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KUAT



IC: Vice Admiral Veed
Kuat, New Order marshalling point

The fleet was gathered.

The two surviving Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyers. Hastily renamed the Eclipse III and Eclipse IV.

The Mandator IV-class Knife 9, command ship of the Knights of Ren.

A queer ship in the middle of it all, neatly nestled between the three much more massive ships.



The Resurrection Ship.

Those self-same Knights of Ren were being called to the Eclipse IV, as was Vice Admiral Veed, commander of the Eclipse III.

The hangar of the Eclipse IV was assigned to Najla Romeyn, to greet the Master of the Knights of Ren, by the Grand Admiral.

Kylo Ren would arrive from Kamino in his Sith Infiltrator. Stalker had stayed behind to, and I quote, Prepare.

Vicrul Ren, Ap'lek Ren and Kuruk Ren would be conveyed by a First Order Command Shuttle, after the medics and techs checked they were undamaged by yet another resurrection. There was barely time to ensure their memories had been reset to before their deaths...

Remus would come with Veed aboard another such ship. It was not a request; it was an order, though undoubtedly the Nagai would come willingly, now she could fully sense her brother... though he would not remember her at all...

Vestara Khai and Nihl were conveyed by a third from the Knife 9. Vestara was unhappy, having spent five years as a Knight of Ren and not piercing the inner circle of New Order plans. That she could sense Vicrul again was not a cause for celebration. The lanky teenage Nagai, Nihl, didn't care either was as long as he grew stronger in the Force and in power.



Vice Admiral Veed



Vestara Khai



Nihl

Each of them would arrive in that hangar, and Nalja would have to greet them respectively - a potential death being offered to her if she offended any of them. Their reputations preceded them - she had a List of her visitors.

The Vice Admiral.

The six Knights of Ren-to-be, all Lords in the hierarchy of the New Order.

The Supreme Leader, returned after five years of absence.

One had to wonder how Nalja would cope!

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WAVETT




IC: Captain Remal
Battle of Wavett, aboard the Chimaera, flagship of the Maw Irregulars

The Captain regarded the competing factions with some concern. They had held off for the moment, the four Empire-era Star Destroyers of the Maw Irregular Fleet. Successor to the Deep Core Empire, the Imperial Core, the Second Imperium. A host of failed nation-states that had continued the First Galactic Civil War long after either the Galactic Concordance or Bastion Accords.

The New Order.

A successor state to the First Order, it seemingly had been biding its time until the Eclipse Fleet was ready. With Supreme Leader Snoke, Captain Phasma and the Knights of Ren serving it, it was merely missing a great naval officer and ruthless ground commander to recomplete its military matrix. Remal had thought that Admiral Daala was that naval officer; but seemingly not. So who?

Warlord Gherlid

The dominating force upon the Hydian Way and in the northern quadrant, the nonhuman had usurped control of several First Order assets after the Battle of Exegol, mainly former Imperial Remnant assets donated by the Moffs. Snoke had bought his cooperation with an Eclipse Super Star Destroyer, but it seemingly had not lasted.

Before Remal was a New Order Resurgent-class, named the Bellicose in memory of the original four destroyers that Daala had once commanded. A sham, basically. He wanted nothing more than to attack it, but they were not here to do such a thing.

Gherlid had present two Imperial II-class Star Destroyers. Elderly now, for the design had entered the galaxy some seven plus decades ago now, but his TIE Raptors were a fearsome prototype design that he had resurrected to combat the New Order TIE Whispers.

They were essentially evenly matched, but as the Chimaera arrived, both sides put out comm calls - undoubtedly for reinforcements. Admiral Daala was no friend to warlords, nor to the New Order, since they’d blown apart a New Order SSD at the Battle of Chandrila.

A Gamma-class assault shuttle was launching even now, deploying their forces for their true goal; Lyz and Arek Graul, the wife and child of the former Imperial Senator, First Order Vice Chancellor and puppet New Order Chancellor - Aryan Graul. Among it would be the latest iteration of the Storm Commandos, an elite Stormtrooper force. TIE Defenders formed up and began to escort the ship to the watery surface of Wavett.

Then wide-spectrum jamming flooded the system, and Captain Remal swore. “Did the Admiral go with Graul?”

“I don’t know, sir,” an officer answered.

“Then find out!”

A request for aid, and then jamming?

Trap.

It had to be.

On the surface

The ship of Xundel and the others impacted the sea; even the combined efforts of four Force Users could not compete with hull damage, fiery crashing, and crippled engines.

They were; the One Sith Lord Aden Kya, the Old Republic Jedi Master T’ra Saa, the Master of Many Names.

And Xundel, a former Jedi, of the same species as Yoda - the current chosen of the so-called Balance, an essence that made its presence known in the days before the ancient Twilight Wars.

Leader of a cross-group of Force users known as the Protectors.

Currently victim to treachery, base torture and imprisonment, and finally the death of one of their own; Vergere, the former Jedi responsible for her own Skywalker-Solo family tragedy.

The team was drowning, technically.

Here to hunt down Abeloth, the Fallen Goddess of Chaos, they’d been shot up the moment they arrived in-system, unaware of the raging battle between the New Order and Warlord Gherlid.

But then the ship shook with a colossal CLANG, as one, then two massive impacts occurred on the upper hull. Aden swore; T’ra Saa beetled her wooden brow; the Master simply shrugged, as he was want to do.

The ship was pulled up from the watery depths of Wavett, a hovering platform drawing then into a gaping hangar. It was a bulk cruiser, repurposed for aquatic recovery. The comms activated - the only functional system they had left save for hull integrity - and a balding human appeared.

He looked grim; like he’d been fishing ships in peril from the sea for days.

“This is Foreman Chrys of the Wavett Shipyards. Please respond.”

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VENJAGGA SYSTEM

IC: 2-IB
A devastated world

The call went out to all neighboring worlds.

The forces had withdrawn from the battle, decamping for Coruscant or Bilbringi respectively. The Colonies was caught in the middle of the conflict between Warlord Gherlid and the New Order, and Jagga II suffered as many worlds did from small-scale skirmishes.

Here, Gherlid's TIE Raptors had savaged a New Order Maxima-class cruiser, forcing a withdrawal, but not before a Lancer-class frigate crippled most of the Raptors, forcing the survivors back to their elderly Quasar-class cruiser-carrier.

Neither side had won the Battle of Jagga II.

But none of that was relevant to those who were called to help.

Medical frigates were en route from Borleais, with a relief effort focused around the concussion missile production on Jagga II - apparently the battle had damaged the factory, threatening to set off various explosives and detonators. A triage hospital had been set up beyond what was hopefully sufficient distance, but the casualties were in the hundreds and the majority of the local emergency services were busy in the cities.



The Medical Frigate Compassion, out of Borleias

So this is what 2-1B was apart of, and he looked to a nurse he didn't know from his records, but no surprises there as medics had been rushed from several worlds - mostly volunteers, or offered by damaged worlds - there was even a Hapan delegation offering help.

It was into this that the ship of Asteria, fleeing Concord Dawn at any trajectory, arrived, burning through atmosphere and seemingly on a collision with the plant -

Mirta Gev was unconscious, having been tossed around like a ragdoll during the escape -

She'd need to get their ship under control -

Alarms sounded out throughout the tent-hospital for them to head back to the frigate and take cover -

The medical droid 2-1B threw up his hands in panic and rushed to get by Nadira -

“We’re doomed!”

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ATRISIA



IC: A'Sharad Hett
Tomb of the First Atrisian Emperor, Bogan Collection


Atrisia, in the Atrisi system, known locally as Kitel Phard, after the ancient dynasty.

Capital of the Atrisian Commonwealth.

Tomb-world of the Atrisian Emperors.

Such as the one we found ourselves in now, beneath the surface…

The tomb was what it was.

Tomb-like.

But nobody had managed to bypass the Vonduun Crabs that had been left here, though biologists had wondered when they had been seeded on Atrisia, speculating as to an ancient connection between the proto-Atrisians who fought in the Cosmic Wars for the Old Ones. But there were plenty of anomalous Yuuzhan Vong creations in the galaxy, some from as early as the time of Darth Revan.

It's a worthwhile mention, because two such individuals - from that era - existed in the Bogan Collection.

In stasis chambers, deposited there by Emperor Valkorian with his array of Celestial-related artefacts.

His Holocron leered at Barriss and A'Sharad, who regarded it.




"You cannot fathom my reach. I am Eternal, and that eternity means that I know the dangers of these technologies. The Celestials left them as traps for fools. The Rakatans parsed the smallest part of their knowledge, and the Star Forge destroyed them."

A deep chuckle.

"That's quite enough," growled Hett.

"No, I do not think it is. The Jedi woman, she understood, and she left, merely adding to my Collection what the Jedi did not wish to be taken. The Golden-Coat, he did not. He interfered... the defenses I had employed were undone... but you..."

A gesture to the four cylinders.

Three opened.

"You are my victims."

Hett ignited a pair of green lightsabers.

"Be careful."

Perhaps Valkorion thought that millennia of seclusion would drive them mad, transform them into monsters. But when two of the pods revealed a Taung - Atin-Kot - and a Nautolan of all things - Zeseem Dunkel - then one would be forgiven for being concerned. The other released a human who had been added to the Bogan Collection recently, in-fact, Azathoth, though he would not immediately recall when and how he was deposited here.

The fourth one remained stubbornly shut.

The depths of Atrisia had secrets it seemed.

All to be unlocked and...

... what?

Used to do what, exactly?

Barriss Offee had started this quest on behalf of her late Master...

... but now what would she do with three sentients, a missing Celestial artefact, and a gloating Holocron of Valkorion?

---
In orbit

In orbit however was Ahsoka Tano.

Trace, well, she had stayed behind. She had heard Ahsoka's words, but needed to speak to Barriss herself.

Had she really murdered Arb out of cold blood?

She would wait, and she would find out.

Ahsoka though, the return to orbit connected her to the HoloNet.

To reports.

Whereas when she had headed to the planet the Galactic Alliance had restored itself, the entire war had turned around. Coruscant, Kuat, Chandrila, Bilbringi - most of the major inner worlds had just fallen to the New Order, commanding immense Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyers and allied with the Galactic Warlords.

But it had just as swiftly fallen apart, and engagements between them all had broken out at Coruscant and Wavett and elsewhere. It was pandemonium, and after the sudden turnaround, the causalities were starting to fill the Force as abandoned populations were caught between warring factions.

Wounded but not inactive, Morai regarded it all with concern. She turned her head to the Togruta and tapped a screen. An attack by the New Order on Concord Dawn, using new dipyramid-designs. Not much larger than a modern Star Destroyer, but considerably more deadly - the entire might of the Mandalorian clans had not stopped a single one. The attackers had moved on now, but Morai was insistent that these were concerning.

They were, after all, smaller versions of that one place where Ahsoka might have had a chance to stop all this happening. All those years ago...

Mortis.

The New Order had accessed the technology of the Ones.

Of the Celestials.

Whatever had been stolen from the Bogan Collection that the Sith Emperor Vitiate had hidden there, it was connected.

The Force told her so.

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MORTIS



Near the Citadel




There was a glade within the kaleidoscope world of Mortis.

Between a set of trees, it had stood out in the middle of the otherwise forested area when Rey had pursued Kylo Ren five years ago. Engrossed in a vision, Rey had lashed out with her lightsaber and decapitated a statue, which was surprisingly present.

Indeed, when the vision cleared, she was surrounded by four statues.

Had you been an expert in Nouanese history, or perhaps present in the exhibit that Arb had ran, and toured Ahsoka Tano around, you would have recognised the quartet. Indeed, if you paid attention to various images of then-Chancellor Palpatine's office, these exact statues had been within his blood-red chambers.

The Sages of Dwartii.

Sistros, Braata, Yanjon and Faya.

Five years ago, Rey had removed the head of Braata, peering in the seemingly hollow construct, and found nothing.

No-one.

That was not the case for the other three, however.

The Sages, renowned for their philosophical contributions that led to the formation of the First Galactic Republic, had in-fact been people, not just archetypes drawn by a masterful artist. Four Protectors, precursors of the ancient Jedi Knights, who had been tasked with stopping the Twilight Wars thirty-five millennia ago by their mysterious Master, the Black-Coat..

But he had been unable to tell them the truth of matters, his actions to construct the Holocrons of Prophecy and Heresies watched from the very shadows by Croke spies and shards of Darkness. Indeed, he had set it all up as a ploy, to lure the enemy into possessing the Sages, and imprisoning them within the statues until he could figure out how to defeat them.

It had taken time, but eventually he'd imprisoned three in Sistros, Yanjon and Faya, though while one nearly failed and had to go through a winding path to reach this point, the latter two had been pure when it came down to it, and now, after most of the Holocrons were destroyed, they'd gone a winding path through time and ended up here.

On Mortis.

How much more time had passed since they had been encased in their shells - two of them again to survive the destruction of the asteroid-Citadel they stood on - could not be said.

They'd been Outside Time, or caught up in the Aftermath of Beginnings, or engrossed in Twilight.

Pithy, yes, but also accurate.

But now they were here.

Their shells broke, and they would see each other again, some for the first time in millennia.

Joren, Vydra and Dunkeel.

Sistros, Yanjon and Faya respectively.

No Braata.

Still no Braata.

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NIRAUAN



IC: Ohali Soroc
By the broken down Hijarna fortress

The call came in, and Ohali knew it was time to head home.

She’d been in a satellite galaxy at the time - officially called Companion Besh but locally known as Firefist. The star cluster had been ravaged by a galactic war between the Tofs and the Nagai and their allies - which had at times included the Mandalorians. Though the Tofs had not recovered from a brief jaunt into Known Space after the Battle of Endor, neither side was strong enough to wipe out the other, and so it wasn’t easiest place for search for a needle in a haystack.

That is, to hunt the Mortis Monolith.

The fabled home of the Celestials known as the Ones, had they not had the testimony of Obi-Wan Kenobi that it was a real place, Ohali would have given up years ago.

Especially as she’d been up close and personal with a Monolith before. She still shuddered at the memory, when she found the structure deep in the Chiloon Rift. Dark side spirits, possessed Columi, criminal masterminds…

But she’d persisted - Grandmaster Luke Skywalker had tasked her and ten Jedi Knights to hunt down Mortis and recover the Dagger therein, which was said to be able to kill Celestials - as it had the Father, Son and Daughter during the Clone Wars.

But they needed to have it before the ‘Mother’ returned; the Chaos Celestial named Abeloth.

With the great distances involved, be it the depths of the Unknown Regions or the satellite galaxies, Ohali and the other Quest Knights had been out of contact for fifteen years. So far, they could not sense their fellow Jedi in the Force.

But the Duros Jedi knew something was wrong when she arrived in the Nirauan system, at the border of Known Space.

The second habitable planet here, Korilev, it had been blown up. From the orbit of the debris field, her astromech Larti thought it had to have been five years ago. Dread creeping into the pit of her stomach, and sweat beading her cranium, Ohali opened herself to the Force more than she had for months, and reached out.

There was a blazing Light arriving in-system.

Another female presence, the only known surviving Jedi Master of the New Jedi Order.

Jaina Solo Fel.

Having spent years out of the eye of the galaxy hunting her cousin, when she’d received the reminder she would know that there as a chance - small as it was, that not only would ten Jedi Knights be returning to the galaxy - the broken galaxy, dominated by the latest iteration of Empire; the New Order.

And what lurked at the very edge of the system, expecting a call at any point, unable to detect what was arriving above Nirauan due to the debris field of Korilev blocking their sensors? Why we’d need to ask Skirrin, who would see nearby Adumar standing firm, but the entire border of the Known and Unknown otherwise alive with skirmishes…

But that wasn’t important to the Quest Knights.

For perhaps other Jedi would come.

Was this the turning point?

Or, the more ultimate question was, after fifteen years…

How many Quest Knights would make the rendezvous?

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STAR WARS

THE HIDDEN TEMPLE

BEGINS…

 

Remus
Kuat, arriving

True to his word, Veed had let Remus enjoy the comforts of the Eclipse on the flight to Kuat. She hadn’t needed much, simply relaxing for the first time in years. The data she had on her Father was in the back of her mind and she knew she’d need to find him. But, forefront in her mind was that she’d get to see her brother, for the first time since he disappeared.

Arriving insystem the Admiral had sent her a message that was couched as a request but obviously was not. She had to chuckle as she waited for him in the hangar. As she waited, she instructed the droid in her ship to inform the transport droid pilot to be ready to shift ships once everything was cleared, she wasn’t going to lose her Father’s ship again. When the Admiral arrived, ”Took you long enough, not like I’ve been waiting a decade and a half to see my brother again.”

Following him onto the shuttle that would take them across to the Eclipse IV she took a seat, feeling her brother’s presence stronger and stronger every moment. She could sense that his side of their bond was still a blank spot, which meant he was still lost to whatever the adjustment that Veed had mentioned she wouldn’t receive as part of the package deal of saving her brother and becoming a Knight of Ren by his side.

As they approached the hangar, she could see the welcoming party. Gauging from the size and makeup of the people she could see, it wasn’t meant for them but for someone with a lot more ranks. She chuckled, ”How does it feel to be second fiddle, Veed? We seem to be in the way of whoever this is meant for.” She didn’t care about the Imp, just that he was a means to an end to get to her brother.

When they landed, she let the Admiral exit first as she was sure he would demand that honor anyway. Lurking behind him, she descended the ramp, moving to get the best view of the proceedings. She could sense that her brother, and she surmised by that the other Knights, was headed toward this ship as well, so this was to be a big gathering, to prepare for whoever it was to arrive.

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Kuruk
Awakening and arriving

Kuruk Ren woke, finding himself on a medbay table once again. The last thing he could remember was fighting on Exegol and then this. Shaking his head to clear it slightly as he sat up, he noticed both Vicrul Ren and Ap’lek Ren in the space as well. Grunting a greeting, he otherwise ignored them both as he began to dress in his uniform. Once the boots, pants, top, and jacket were on, he retrieved his rifle from the weapon stand, slinging it in place and securing the lanyard attached to its stock to his belt. He picked up his helmet and walked over to the mirror.

It was the same Nagai face, his, that filled the space, although there were flickers at the edges of his vision, his mind racing, flickering sights in his mind, something was off form before he woke. Shaking his head again his eyes lit on the mirror and, as with every time since they had fought the old Jedi, Luke, and the scavenger girl on that island, a female Nagai’s face filled the mirror for a few moments. He groaned, ’Who in the Nine Hells is she…?’ he thought.

By the time he turned away, still wondering, the other two seemed ready so he slipped his helmet into place and nodded to them. They were given another once over by the medics before they were guided to a First Order Command Shuttle. When it cleared the hangar he could see two Eclipses as well as Knife 9 they had just left. The shuttle turned toward one of the larger ships and he sat back, ”Ugh, a meeting, I hate meetings…” he muttered.

When the shuttle entered the hangar, he saw a similar one already nearby, as well as what looked like a formation of Imperials, led by an officer that must have a decent rank, to have called such a gathering. But what truly got his interest was that, in another small group, was a Nagai. Not just any Nagai either, a female who looked exactly like the face he’d been seeing in the mirror and in his mind all the time!

When they touched down, he and his ‘brothers’ stepped out of it, seeing the fear in the eyes of the female FO officer at the front of the formation. It made him chuckle but he didn’t care at the moment, even ignoring the third, shuttle that landed as the formation didn’t tighten their ranks so it wasn’t anyone he needed to be concerned with.

A muttered word to Vicrul and Ap’lek, Kuruk stepped across the hangar, to the small formation. Ignoring the FO Admiral, he was nothing to a Knight, his gaze, through his slit, was on the woman. Coming to a halt before her, ”Who are you?”

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Eclipse IV hangar

Remus had seen the second shuttle arrive, seen what had to be the Knights step off. One, burning bright in her mind, her brother she knew, stepped away from the others and walked directly up to her. His question registered and it took her a minute to respond. It was his voice the same as it had been the day he disappeared.

Her eyes tried to pierce the slit in the visor, ”Hello Kuruk, I am Remus, I am how you were able to be healed.” She didn’t know if her brother knew he was a clone of himself and had been cloned multiple times so didn’t want to bring that out yet.

Kuruk’s head tilted, her voice rang bells in his mind but still all of it eluded him. ”How could you have helped heal me?”

She grinned, ”Spoilers, Kuruk. I’m the newest of the Knights as well, yet to receive my title. So, what say we see who’s coming next?”

He nodded, now somewhat assured of who or what she was, now. He turned and settled next to her, as the third shuttle’s hatch opened. What, who, stepped out made him chuckle, a similar sound coming from this Remus beside him. She tilted her head toward his, ”Oh look, seems biker chick is in fashion among the humans again…” she teased as Vestara Khai stepped out.

He snorted and then coughed to hide another laugh, ”Oh jeez, he better not be a Knight, he looks like an absolute sourpuss.” not realizing he was falling back on old rhythms as they bantered, at the appearance of Nihl.

She smiled, ”Let’s just hope whoever is left to come isn’t as teenage angst as those two appear to be…”

TAGS: @Sinrebirth, @Vehn, @greyjedi125, @Silvertough, @Shadowsun

 

OOC: First Atrisia and then Wavett here, Xundel and then Atin-Kot

IC Xundel
Wavett, Ocean Rescue

Xundel had done all he could to bring them down safely but the damage had been too severe. All he could do was mitigate the damage. First the engines went fully, not even the attitude thrusters responded when the power generators were gone, he was using the glide characteristics of the ship to try to get them down more slowly and the way the ship was it had all the same glide characteristics of a metric ton cube of bricks as well as the same shape.

He had told everyone to strap in and those that could find a seat or willing to ensure they had one had done so, buckling in tightly. For once, for the first time, they acted in unison, attempting to slow and mitigate the impact, the ocean that came into view racing up at them. ”Hang o…” he yelled, cut off as they were all slammed around like peas in a pod. He was quite glad that he’d told them to strap in.

Unstrapping, he checked the others, unsurprised at the various reactions. The viewscreen was cracked and slipping under the water. ”Of course…” he muttered.

They were sinking, water already coming in, and they didn’t have anything to get them out easily. He reminded himself to ‘thank’ Snoke when they ran into him next for giving them a rust bucket of a ship to leave in. He shrugged then, of course that too was typical of a tantruming child.

And then the ship rang with a deep clanging sound. They were lifted from the water as the others reacted. He stumped up to where the viewscreen was coming out of the water again, to see a large airborne vessel.

The view disappeared as they were swung into what had to be the hold of the vessel. And then the comm crackled, which surprised Xundel, he’d figured every system had gone down but perhaps the comm had a backup battery.

“This is Foreman Chrys of the Wavett Shipyards. Please respond.”

A deep sigh, before he keyed the comm, ”I am Xundel, myself and my crew all survived. We appreciate the rescue. This ship was given to us and we weren’t expecting the battle overhead, had our engines shot off by someone firing at someone else, wrong place, wrong time. We’d appreciate if you can get us to shore so we can get to our business here.”

TAG: @Sinrebirth

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IC Atin-Kot Kouwr
Tomb of the First Atrisian Emperor, Bogan Collection

Atin-Kot had lost track of how long it had been, had lost count after the first few years. But it had been long enough for even the passing of days and years to have become worse than monotonous, it had become tedious and annoying beyond belief. Even silence had taken on tones and notes over the years, ones at the edges of hearing that he couldn’t explain or even understand.

And then the stasis chamber opened, dumping him onto the floor. Stasis had kept his muscles from atrophying but millennia without use still meant he felt weak, not to mention a severe case of stasis sickness. The Taung vomited clear liquid on the floor, nothing had been in his stomach, not since the last meal he’d had…he couldn’t even remember. A familiar hiss though, one that tugged at long forgotten memories reached his ears.

Looking up, he saw two blurry figures, long lines of green by their bodies. A third was there, seeming to have been deposited from stasis as well, like…oh who was his name? Atin-Kot raised his arms, fists knuckling his head as he tried to remember, ”Zessseem” he muttered to himself.

He turned his gaze the other way and saw a figure whose dimensions might have been his old companion and one jailer and even before teammate. ”ðês wêmend duguð?”* his parched lips, mouth, and throat croaked to who he assumed was Zeseem.

Struggling to his feet, he used the open door of the stasis pod to hold himself up, less easy for a being whose knees faced backward to most bipeds. Looking at the slowly coming into view beings before him, ”ðider bydel we?” he asked.

The silence that responded, and the unfamiliar words that the other one from stasis had said made his usual seeming frown turn even deeper. What had happened? How long had it been? Speaking even more slowly, almost exaggeratedly, ”ðâ man?”* Again…silence.

He sighed, rubbed his eyes to try to refocus them. The four figures came into focus and he sighed at first, he’d been right, Zeseem was there, as were two male beings and a female. He sighed, seeing the way they looked at him and Zeseem, ”onfæreld lýtesne?* Onhagian wið−hogian âwiht.”

TAG: @Sinrebirth, @Shadowsun, @Mitth_Fisto, @CosmoHender

ðider bydel we? Where are we?
ðâ [is] man? When is it?
ðês wêmend [these] duguð? Who are these people?
[What] [is]onfæreld lýtesne? What is going on?
Onhagian wið−hogian âwiht. Please say something.