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Star Wars STAR WARS: EPISODE XII: LEGACY OF THE FORCE

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  1. Sinrebirth

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    THE SIEGE OF JAKKU

    IN ORBIT - MOONLET

    IC: Asori Rogriss

    Commandeered First Order base

    The orbital situation had changed over the six months. The Tho Yor had slowly but surely reoriented around their prey, allowing the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer to slink out-system.

    They’d kept the jamming up, kept tractors on ships as need be to keep them in the cordon, kept gravity well generators up. While in theory one or two small ships could sneak out the system, it was not an easy task, and sneaking in was much easier than getting out.

    Eventually, the entirety of the fleets gathered here were backed on to Jakku, their quadrants of the upper hemisphere. None were above the Sith Temple, but still, they had their backs against the wall.

    The Megador; the various ships headed by a sole surviving Onager-class Star Destroyer; the Scythe and the listing Errant Venture; the two One Sith Dragons XoXaan and Omen. Missing were Jedi TwinTails, hidden somewhere, systems of and the Force drawn close. Interspersed among them were minimal hulks; whenever a ship fell behind it was promptly consumed by the Tho Yor, and converted into mass for the monoliths or more TIE Daggers, that periodically raided the Resistance fighters.

    That, and the minefield.

    The Tho Yor had surrounded the planet in an immense minefield and drawn back, placing Jakku and its moon in that line. While couriers could carry messages between the jamming between the craft, TIE Daggers had thus far intercepted and shot down each and every single one.

    THE MOON OF JAKKU

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    The analysis was, slowly but surely, that they were in trouble. The situation had been mostly static for the last six months, if not gradually growing worse.

    When they’d been outside the Tho Yor cordon, they’d been able to connect with the galaxy, to see the fall of Adumar, collapse of the northern local governments, the worsening situation. But with glacial patience the Tho Yor had turned around their respective enemies and deployed a system enveloping minefield that they’d clearly been nurturing for months inside their internal factories.

    It had been Asori plenty of time to lament the death of her father, and the loss of her world. She’d been twenty-nine when the Empire was no longer safe, when her fathers honour meant they could no longer support the corruption of the Moffs. Adumar had been her home since then, for three decades and more besides. Asori had fought Pellaeon, the Yuuzhan Vong, and Galactic Alliance besides her father, and the aging man had survived it all. But this war? This one and cost Asori her father and home, and it was hard.

    Where his brother was, she couldn’t say, but Asori felt that she’d know he she was gone. Surely she would?

    She was standing over analytics, conscious that their forces were probably the most well provisioned and positioned to make a difference and she was glad that it was Trec who had to make all the decisions right now. Asori turned to look at Trec and see what brilliant plan he had in mind now they were inside the minefield.

    And then the comms crackled to life.

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  2. Sinrebirth

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    THE SIEGE OF JAKKU

    IN ORBIT - THE SITH DRAGON XOXAAN

    IC: Seha Dorvald

    Aboard the XoXaan, tertiary adjunct

    The orbital situation had changed over the six months. The Tho Yor had slowly but surely reoriented around their prey, allowing the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer to slink out-system.

    They’d kept the jamming up, kept tractors on ships as need be to keep them in the cordon, kept gravity well generators up. While in theory one or two small ships could sneak out the system, it was not an easy task, and sneaking in was much easier than getting out.

    Eventually, the entirety of the fleets gathered here were backed on to Jakku, their quadrants of the upper hemisphere. None were above the Sith Temple, but still, they had their backs against the wall.

    The Megador; the various ships headed by a sole surviving Onager-class Star Destroyer; the Scythe and the listing Errant Venture; the two One Sith Dragons XoXaan and Omen. Missing were Jedi TwinTails, hidden somewhere, systems of and the Force drawn close. Interspersed among them were minimal hulks; whenever a ship fell behind it was promptly consumed by the Tho Yor, and converted into mass for the monoliths or more TIE Daggers, that periodically raided the Resistance fighters.

    That, and the minefield.

    The Tho Yor had surrounded the planet in an immense minefield and drawn back, placing Jakku and its moon in that line. While couriers could carry messages between the jamming between the craft, TIE Daggers had thus far intercepted and shot down each and every single one.

    ABOARD THE SITH DRAGON

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    The Sith Dragon named XoXaan had been named for Lord Krayt’s master, one of the original Dark Lords of the Sith who had left a Holocron to continue her legacy. XoXaan herself had died during the shadow wars, hunted by the Ronin Ajunta Pall and Sheev Tapani some seven millennia ago.

    But not before she recorded her teachings, and left them in her tomb on Korriban - not that she had been buried there. As was often the case, the Sith made edifices to their success and didn’t make it to their prepared burial place. Sith like Ku’ar Danar, Naga Sadow, Ludo Kressh, Darth Bane, even Darth Vader, they had never been buried where they intended, the twists and turns of open warfare capturing them unaware.

    But their legacy could be picked up and taken anew, as it had by Darth Krayt, and forged into the One Sith Order. Reforming the Dark Jedi of the Shadow Academy into a Sith legion, and then hiding in the cloister of XoXaan in anticipation of their coming to the aid of Palpatine’s Final Order. Krayt had survived the Battle of Exegol and taken the One Sith independent, preparing his own war of conquest - or liberation, if the First Order proved as tyrannical as it seemed.

    But here they were now, the One Sith trapped at Jakku with the rest. The New Jedi Order had attacked them, been repelled, and then the Tho Yor trapped them anyway. The flagship was lost in the initial ambush, and the ChaseMaster frigates that had acted as escort for the two surviving Dragons - the Omen, commanded by Grand Lord Takaris Yur being the other - long gone, consumed by the Tho Yor and converted into the replete minefield.

    But Seha Dorvald hadn’t been concerned about that for some time now. No, she and Talon had been on the run, sticking to the shadows of the Sith Dragon to avoid being caught and killed. They might have considered just blowing up the Dragon, but there had been a couple of factors.

    One, the Jedi TwinTails might be nearby and shredded by the detonation. Occasionally Seha had a sense of them - Zekk, Tesar, Lowbacca, others - and she couldn’t countenance a suicidal action that did more damage than good.

    Two, the Sith had captured Tahiri. Blowing up her was not something Seha wanted to do. She’d vetoed it to Talon, even before she mentioned it, and with how close the confines of the various maintenance shafts, darkened corridors and so forth of the capital ship were, Seha was sure that Talon was fed-up of them being in each others personal space. There was a definite tension there, between them, and Seha tried to ignore it, especially as her mind was often shifting to Ben Skywalker, for some reason.

    How obsessed Talon was with killing Darth Wyyrlok II after six months of ambushes, chases and fights on the wrong side of outnumbered Seha couldn’t say.

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    How much she cared about saving Tahiri from the One Sith, she couldn’t say. Did Talon appreciate that Tahiri had sacrificed herself for them?

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    How close Talon was to just returning to the Sith, she couldn’t say.

    Seha was getting the courage to ask, to risk a confrontation, when their comlinks triggered - the first time in six months, to the point Seha had forgotten she was even carrying it -

    A female voice.

    One Seha knew.

    Vestara…”

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  3. Sinrebirth

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    THE SIEGE OF JAKKU

    IN ORBIT - SCYTHE

    IC: Wedge Antilles

    Aboard the Scythe, hangar

    The orbital situation had changed over the six months. The Tho Yor had slowly but surely reoriented around their prey, allowing the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer to slink out-system.

    They’d kept the jamming up, kept tractors on ships as need be to keep them in the cordon, kept gravity well generators up. While in theory one or two small ships could sneak out the system, it was not an easy task, and sneaking in was much easier than getting out.

    Eventually, the entirety of the fleets gathered here were backed on to Jakku, their quadrants of the upper hemisphere. None were above the Sith Temple, but still, they had their backs against the wall.

    The Megador; the various ships headed by a sole surviving Onager-class Star Destroyer; the Scythe and the listing Errant Venture; the two One Sith Dragons XoXaan and Omen. Missing were Jedi TwinTails, hidden somewhere, systems of and the Force drawn close. Interspersed among them were minimal hulks; whenever a ship fell behind it was promptly consumed by the Tho Yor, and converted into mass for the monoliths or more TIE Daggers, that periodically raided the Resistance fighters.

    That, and the minefield.

    The Tho Yor had surrounded the planet in an immense minefield and drawn back, placing Jakku and its moon in that line. While couriers could carry messages between the jamming between the craft, TIE Daggers had thus far intercepted and shot down each and every single one.

    ABOARD THE SCYTHE

    Wedge felt his age today.

    His losses.

    A lifetime of pilots, of Star Destroyer crewers, of friends and family; a wife, a stepson; battles and worlds.

    Today it was the Errant Venture, which was now drifting, lifeless, besides the Scythe. He and Ackbar had concluded that sharing their limited resources between three ships - the third being the one the Lexrul forces had brought to Jakku - was a very good way to lose quicker, and they didn’t have the fighters to warrant two launching platforms. The Venture had fought at every major engagement in the last sixty years, it was nowhere near as efficient or powerful as the MC140 prototype, even though the Mon Calamari design was a third of its size.

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    The remnants of Black, Corona and Rogue Squadron were gathered in the hangar of the hangar bay of the Scythe, and among them had every torpedo, litre of fuel and unit of blaster gas left available. The Quarren forces were long gone, and the carrier they’d had, scuttled and consumed by the Tho Yor and transformed into a minefield.

    It was becoming hopeless, and Wedge looked at his daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter and began to worry that they’d die with him here. With Tiber, his pregnant better half Zara, and more besides. Even if they won, Wedge worried for his granddaughter, who seemed to have been hard radicalised by the months of loss.

    There just didn’t seem to be a specific point to strike, to turn the tide and win… and without a way to coordinate between the other players in-system…

    Wedge stepped off the last shuttle from the Venture and found himself looking at the pilots and surviving crew members and wondering if they expected a speech, a last minute strategy from the military genius that was Wedge Antilles.

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    He swallowed, ready to speak, and then all their comlinks activated.

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  4. Sinrebirth

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    THE SIEGE OF JAKKU

    THE TEMPLE OF THE CONTINGENCY

    IC: Vestara Khai

    Control Room

    It had taken her weeks to get here.

    Stranded when Ship was shot down, she’d been forced to abandon him and head on foot. Determined but unworried, the Sith woman knew that Ship had self-repairing mechanisms and would come to her aid when he could.

    Whatever had happened, Vestara knew that it was intrinsically woven in with the fate of Ap’lek, the last Knight of Ren. She’d figured out that his resurrection cradle was beside the Controller, the mechanism that had allowed Snoke to command the Celestial technology. She knew Ap’lek had survived, woken in his final clone body, and then something had gone… wrong.

    As she has snuck past First Order Stormtroopers she realised just what had. The control area was a mess, with consoles ripped apart by lightsaber strikes, black-robed acolytes dead on the floor… and a veritable mountain of shattered Kyber covering the room. From there was a pile of bodies in various states of clone disfigurement, some recognisably Knights of Ren, some unrecognisably Ap’lek… mutated, naked versions of the Falleen.

    If Ap’lek had been forced to kill himself again and again, she suddenly understood that he may have simply gone insane. Vestara actually grew somewhat fearful when she crossed into the final chamber inside the underground cavern.

    But there he was.

    On the floor, breathing, his eyes wide open but clearly not seeing anything. Catatonic with shock, maybe. Vestara looked over him briefly to see he was minorly wounded but her eyes were drawn to the immense screen behind him; it showed Jakku in its entirety, and a shaft running to the planets core. “Oh,” she said, without thinking.

    It was a bomb.

    The entire planet.

    It could crack and destroy everyone here.

    In get shock, her eyes glossed over the rest of the displays. There were many redlines; the Kyber Crystal in the other room had been the Controller mechanism, and it’s destruction had damaged the Tho Yor matrix, but a secondary source was giving instructions to the monoliths so Snoke’s position wasn’t compromised… but a Force user was needed to command Jakku’s destruction… and Ap’lek had clearly killed then all, and resisted.

    Vestara looked to the Knight of Ren, to the Kyber detritus, and called one of the crystal shards to her. The systems called it the Heart, one of four such Kyber concentrations. Intrigued, she poured herself into the Kyber and tried to retrace her steps. A twist of her mind, and suddenly she had it.

    Looking at Ap’lek, she ruthlessly clamped down on her emotions, and poured a bolt of lightning into him; jump-starting him. “Come on, Ap’lek, it’s time.”

    As he recovered, she turned to the Kyber and spoke.

    Ap’lek’s first thought would be that he couldn’t hear Snoke anymore. That something had shifted within him, and he was free.

    [​IMG]

    Finally.

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  5. Sinrebirth

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    THE SIEGE OF JAKKU

    THE MESSAGE


    The comms of everyone crackled to life and a woman’s voice came through. By everyone, it included personal comlinks, forgotten about for months in pockets, X-wing channels, capital ship transmitters, across the entire system - even those merely witnessing the violence would be looped in.

    I have infiltrated the Sith Temple here on Jakku, the heart of the Contingency that Snoke has put here. Jakku is a trap - a rigged planet ready to explode. It always has been, and Snoke has primed it again.

    The Controller has been destroyed - a massive Kyber Crystal that Snoke has dominated, but there is another - one more Kyber Heart that he uses to command the Tho Yor. I don’t know where Snoke is, but I know he is watching us through the Tho Yor. He knows Jakku hasn’t destroyed us all, it’s why he’s mined the entire system - he now knows that I’ve taken the control room here, and I am sure his army on the surface will come for me.

    It’s because I’m using the Kyber shards here to break the communications blackout here; you can talk, for now.

    Figure out how to win this fight, before we all die.


    She cut the line, and left them to their plans. Some of them wouldn’t be concerned, some of them would be too busy, some of them would be the leaders they needed to weave them back into a Galactic Alliance.

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    AJAN KLOSS

    IC: Connix

    Aboard the wreckage of the Knife 9, Ajan Kloss orbit

    The Mandator IV-class Dreadnought had been disabled in a rather miraculous effort by the Jedi formerly known as the Mortis Knights. Missing for fifteen years while they hunted a mythological blade that could kill an eldritch Old One, they’d returned to a galaxy much changed.

    Where they had left a recovering Galactic Alliance and hundreds of Jedi Knights, they returned to a decimated Odder and a collapsed Alliance, the New Republic destroyed and the Empire reformed into a murderous First Order. Celestial warships dominate the galaxy, and the rebels are on the run.

    Here, at Ajan Kloss, the Jedi, led by Lando Calrissian, they found the refugee capital of the galaxy. With what little ships were left to fight, they took down the Knife 9, but at the expense of most of their fighters. Now they had the two Jedi’s personal craft, and the Lady Luck - and a million refugees huddled in a convoy, overlapping shields to keep them protected from TIE raids.

    Their opposition? Seventeen kilometres of Dreadnaught - the Eclipse - complete with gravity well generators and an axial superlaser - as well as the Celestial signal jammer. For six months that ship had held them hostage, unable to communicate and unable to escape. It still had six squadrons of TIEs left, though they’d managed to destroy twice that number before now.

    Connix, as Acting Chancellor, had Lando bring her aboard the wreck of the Knife 9, the First Order crew having long fled to the Eclipse. In the darkened hangar of the Dreadnought, Connix, Lando and the last two Jedi found supplies, fuel and even ammunition. They’d been able to restock and resupply, and rearm.

    A yacht and two fighters.

    Against a Dreadnought.

    Connix pursed her lips, looking more like Leia than she ever had. “It’s been six months, and nobody has come to save us. So we need to solve this on our own. Apart from one command shuttle leaving the Eclipse at the start of the blockade, we’ve no indication of First Order intentions save to keep us here.”

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    She looked at them. Lando, looking aged as ever, was sitting on an overturned crate, watched the meeting with a shrug. Connix ended up deferring to the Jedi. “We don’t have enough supplies to keep the Mon Calamari refugees fed after this week. So we’re going to have to try to escape the cordon again… or attack the Eclipse.”

    “I’m open to ideas.”

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  7. Sinrebirth

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    STARKILLER BASE II

    IC: Darth Traya

    Darkness

    Outside the universe, there is nothing.

    This nothing is oft called hyperspace; sometimes darkspace.

    A tiny bubble of existence hangs in the nothing. This nothing is called a ship. A shuttle, in-fact, by the terminology of those who exist.

    This bubble has neither motion nor stillness, nor even orientation, since the nothing has no distance or direction. It hangs there forever, or less than an instant because in the nothing there is also no time. Time, distance, and direction have meaning only inside the bubble, and the bubble maintains the existence of these things only by an absolute separation of what is within from what is without.

    The bubble is its own universe.

    Outside the universe, there is nothing.

    Jaina Solo Fel hangs in the white, exploring the spectrum of pain.

    In the far infrared, she finds cinders of thirst that bake her throat. Higher, up in the visible wavelengths, gleam the crimson wire-stretched ligaments that sizzle within her shoulders; grinding, glass-shard screams from her hip-joints like the death shrieks of golden starflowers. There is green here, too - bubbling tongues of acid hungrily lap at her nerves - as well as lightning-blue shocks that spasm her overloaded body into convulsion.

    And higher still, now far beyond the ultraviolet betrayal that brought her here - the betrayal that delivered her into the hands of Snoke, the betrayal that gathered her into the Embrace of Pain, the betrayal of Vergere, truly Darth Traya, whom she had not trusted, no, not ever, but nor had she seen the true completeness of her treachery - she finds silent shattering gamma-ray bursts sleeping into her brain.

    Those gamma-ray bursts are the colour of death.

    Anakin.

    Mara.

    Jacen.

    Han, her father.

    Luke, her uncle.

    Leia, her mother.

    She has faced death many times over.

    That her husband, Jagged, is not dead, merely mistaken. The magic charm that protected them until Sernpidal was back, somehow, unfairly saving her husband but not her brothers or parents or uncle and aunt.

    That her brother had once been in an Embrace of Pain, shattered by the death of Anakin, and Vergere had turned him into Darth Caedus. It was implied before now; obvious now.

    That her entire life had been nothing more than a shadow dejarik game between Snoke and Palpatine. Because if Snoke and Vergere were in league, that meant Vergere and Lumiya were in league, and that meant Darth Caedus had merely been a weapon aimed at Exegol.

    Turning away from that fact means she sees only pain.

    She cannot remember if she is on a ship, or planet-bound. She had been aboard the Eclipse, but she’s not sure if that happened to her, or to someone else. She cannot remember if such distinctions mean anything.

    All she knows is the white.

    But that is where the comparison ends.

    Because in the white, inside her, there is life; her son, growing stronger and more, and she defended him from the white, the white which nibbled at her resolve, but she would not let it get to him.

    She would reach for him.

    But he was gone.

    Where was he?

    Where was her son?

    The touch of a hand along her jaw leaked time into the white. It was not a human hand, not Wookiee, not family or close friend - four fingers, mutually opposable, hard-fleshed as a raptor’s talon - but the touch was warm, and moist, and somehow not unfriendly.

    Pain retreated toward the back of her mind until she could think again, and Jaina Solo Fel could open her eyes.

    To Vergere.

    Darth Traya.

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    —-
    IC: Ben Skywalker

    Twilight

    He’d known all about this place.

    Ben Skywalker, that is.

    He had to remind himself of his name, more often than not. Snoke had told him that he was a clone, made him dress as Kylo Ren, do his dark deeds. He wasn’t Ben Solo though - he was Ben Skywalker.

    His mother was Mara, killed by Darth Caedus.

    His father was Luke, having sacrificed himself to save the Resistance.

    Snoke and Palpatine had coloured his entire life, he knew this, knew that his cousin Jacen had been a pawn of Vergere, of Snoke… that Palpatine’s legacy was a mutated monstrous version of himself.

    But he had come back to the belly of the beast, to Starkiller Base, reborn and recreated for Snoke’s final victory. Celestial and Rakata and Sith technologies and philosophies weaved together in the ultimate superweapon…

    Ben knew the way, but he thought himself shadowed, mad, lost, and he couldn’t bring himself to confess to his crimes to Adam, to Jagged. He needed to repent, to forgive, to forget.

    He went to the star named Olim.

    He snuck in to the Perave system.

    Approached the only inhabitable planet.

    Used his codes to bypass the security net.

    He ended up in Kylo Ren’s room.

    His room.

    Where else would Snoke put his cousin?

    In the corner, catatonic, having been there for six months, in the place where he was awake and alive and dead inside and had killed and killed and killed.

    The words drummed around his mind.

    Ben Solo was a clone.

    A clone.

    A clone.

    A clone.

    But Ben Solo would know, intellectually, that it was impossible to clone a powerful Force user - which meant he was a degenerating body, that he would die, in weeks, or months.

    He was walking death.

    How would the man who had run Rey through respond when he was awoken by his cousin, by the young man who was named for him, who had been a Jedi prodigy after him, a Sith apprentice before him, a hero in his own right before him, Luke’s chosen successor in-spite of Ben Solo being right there.

    “You’re not a clone, Ben.”

    That was how he woke him.

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    —-
    Light

    It was a small cargo ship that Finn had managed to stowaway aboard, mind-tricking a Stormtrooper search and avoiding Captain Phasma.

    Finn distinctly remembered how chilled to the bone he had been to hear her voice, snapping commands and capturing refugees, spies and more besides. Intelligence agencies were desperate to track the movements of the supply chain. Bothans, Hapans, even a Yuuzhan Vong named Scut were picked up by the swift scans and brutal searches. The crewers of the freighters were replaced before they went to the final target, and so there were no opportunities to sneak even someone further.

    How Zorii had managed it, and gotten word to Jannah, he couldn’t begin to fathom. Even with the Force, he’d had several near-misses. He gathered it had something to do with Abba, who was in the second of the boxes.

    Bang, bang, bang!

    He jumped, calling his lightsaber to hand a moment before he realised that was the signal. He looked up from inside his neuraniam covered box - a specific order apparently - and saw Zorii’s distinctive vizor. “Rebel scum,” she said, good-naturedly.

    Also over the lip popped the small Babu Frik. “Hey, hey!”

    “Hey, Babu,” Finn grinned, and stood up, helped out of the box by Zorii. “That’s me.”

    He saw the streak of hyperspace through the windows to the small freighter. “May as well get all your jokes out now before we get there,” Zorii quipped. “Your sense of humour isn’t gonna last.” She reached over and used a tool to break Abba out, giving her old criminal friend a mere nod; they weren’t friends, merely associates, and her only way to get messages out and a second ship in. Neuranium was rare enough, that Snoke was looking for some was clinch data only a CIS lover could find; they were always hooked into weird metal sources.

    “I don’t get why it’s so bad you couldn’t put that into the courier message.”

    “It was risky enough sending one,” Zorii said. “If I put what it was, it would never have reached you.” Her tone was hard. “Hell, I reckon if I named it aloud now I’d cause a ripple in the Force that Snoke would pick up.”

    “That bad?” Finn frowned, sweating slightly.

    “That bad, that bad,” Babu confirmed, somehow sounding serious even with his preternaturally happy voice.

    “But Rey’s here,” Finn said, firmly. “I can tell. She’s not dead.” Unconsciously his hand went to his chest; she’d been in pain, terrible pain, but she hadn’t died. Her light still existed in this place.

    The ship decanted from hyperspace, and he finally saw what it was. Finally saw what had spooked Zorii so. It was a white, snow covered planet at the best of times, historically known for its crystal mines, mad scientists, and connections to the ancient Sith.

    Of course there had been a Kyber Heart here.

    Of course Snoke had taken the world and remade it anew.

    Finn had a sinking feeling that went through his gut to his very knees.

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    It was another Starkiller Base.

    And he sensed her, right in the middle of it all.

    Rey was alive.

    But this time, he wasn’t going to be chasing her down, screaming her name and panicking for her welfare. He was the Finn who had led the rebellion on Coruscant, who had overturned an Empire. General Finn. Emperor Palpatine’s rebirth had robbed him of the time to develop besides Rey, as a Jedi, suddenly ended the war only to transform the Resistance into Alliance into rebels again.

    This time he was embracing who he truly was.

    A true Jedi.

    [​IMG]

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    DARKNESS

    IC: Snoke

    The Shadows

    Musing.

    Debating.

    Triumphing.

    Fearing.

    Snoke loomed over his throne room.

    He did not pace; his body still pained him with every step.

    He had won; the Resistance, Imperials, Jedi and Sith were trapped at Jakku. Adumar had fallen; Ajan Kloss was besieged; the northern quadrant of the galaxy had fallen into chaos.

    He had lost; the Resurrection ship had been destroyed, his cloning facilities on Kamino wrecked by Rey, Kylo Ren resisted his control, and Jakku had not detonated in six months.

    But he would triumph; Starkiller Base neared completion, all but in secret; he had captured Jaina Solo Fel and her child to be; he had masterfully sidestepped the death of Palpatine and the Dark Side’s shadow to become his own master, free of Emperors or the Father of Shadows.

    But he was vulnerable; he had not yet found a suitable host for his spirit, now his clone supply was cut. He was nearing the same position that Palpatine had been - with one body left, no vessel for him prepared. Could he risk taking Rey? Or Kylo Ren? Or even Jaina? When he’d a supply of bodies it hadn’t mattered - he did not need to risk taking Ben Skywalker’s body.

    But now, he was the closest to victory and defeat he’d ever been.

    The Legacy of the Force itself was up for grabs. The next person to win might rule for another century without resistance. The Jedi, the Sith, the Empire, the Republic - let old things die.

    Indeed.

    Let Old things die.

    Kill the past, if you had to.

    Kylo Ren had understood that… was he, even now, the greatest apprentice he had ever had? Even as Palpatine? Even as the mastermind of Darth Caedus?

    His mind drifted back…

    Many years ago

    This was not his first venture without Palpatine behind his eyes, but it was among the most important. There were other Snoke’s that the Emperor puppeted, slinking from one to the other like a shadow attached to the soles of one’s feet.

    Snoke took some time to experiment when he was awake, but not commanded by Palpatine. The Emperor was not yet secured entirely to his Ommin Cage, the framework which kept his body alive, and upright, so he would visit Korriban to manage his Inquisitors-come-Sith, or he would detach himself to command the Second Imperium. Those times when he was unmistakably Palpatine, or White Eyes, Snoke’s limbs were quiet of his influence.

    It did not take much to ascertain his makers schedule, and to locate the other Snoke’s. One, on the Supremacy, another aboard the Drengir station, acting as the shadowed liaison to young Ben Solo, another, hidden in the depths of the Kathol Reach experimenting with duplicating the genetic key to the Eternal Fleet…

    Those copies of himself he knew much about. He knew too that he was not a capable vessel for Palpatine’s essence, that his form was mutated and deformed and temporary. How many Snoke’s had already died to prop up the schemes of the First Order? Snoke did not know.

    But he had his own intentions, his own plans - to sabotage his creator’s own projects, to perfect his own, to seize control of the Exegol cloners with the subtlest of turns of the Force. It had taken little to ensure Palpatine would never perfect a new clone, that he would be forced to confront the only lineage that could possibly contain his spirit - the Skywalker’s.

    Snoke had been content to bide his time, but word had reached him that the One Sith had discovered the location of a Sith that was not aligned with their design, and had intended to draw her into the fold to eliminate her. Instead the Yuuzhan Vong had intervened, capturing two Sith and sending the rogue - the woman, fleeing. Or perhaps she had enabled the ambush? After all, she was Lumiya, Dark Lady of the Sith.

    And now, another Sith, Vergere, had resurfaced, and the two were combined in their actions; suddenly, a Rule of Two had returned to the stage. The potential for the Dyad, as ever, as unlikely as it seemed. But whereas Palpatine and his newest toy, Darth Krayt, had an affinity for Korriban, Lumiya had been trained in the shadow - on Ziost. He knew she would be here, somewhere in the Citadel.

    Commanding one of the numerous chrome hulled Nubian yachts of the Contingency, Snoke came to planetfall on the forested world. Once a city world of the same standing as Eriadu or Contruum, it had been depopulated by Emperor Vitiate over three and half millennia ago and never truly recovered. An advancing ice age had prevented a second recovery, even when returned to Sith hands by Darth Ruin for the best part of a thousand years. Only the ancient citadel remained, a broken down hovel from the same time as Ajunta Pall, XoXaan, Tulak Hord and the other original Dark Lords of the Sith. Twelve in number, once upon a time, with a shadowed thirteenth in the wings as herald or recusant.

    Snoke was feeling fanciful, it seemed, or perhaps he merely sought to embrace the Sith with their lore. Women like Lumiya and Vergere wouldn’t care for that, though. They’d only care about enemies, that perennial unifier among the Sith.

    He only hoped they had not approached Ben Solo yet; or all would be for naught.

    The Empire would never be restored as a force for order if they had.

    A dark bemusement to his malformed lips, and he brought the ship down atop the citadel roof, an immense landing platform. It responded, ancient mechanisms drawing him down into the hangar, and sealing him in, in the dark. Snoke smiled at the dark, and saw his own reflection in the viewscreen, twisted and distorted, smiling back.

    In the glimmer of light generated by his console he spied two other ships, and he knew his intuitions had been true, that the risk he’d taken hiding Lumiya and Vergere from Exegol had been warranted. A twirl of a finger and the ramp lowered, and he padded out from the yacht, pain stretching his synapses as it always did, but that fire was merely his fuel; Snoke was a creation that was born to die. It served him well, added to his fervour to kill his maker.

    Something both of these women had sought and attempted.

    “I come with many reasons not to kill me outright, Darth Lumiya, Lady Vergere,” Snoke said, his voice grave, pitched through the shadows. His mind sought the lighting for mere ease, if only to enable him to illuminate the two Sith out of surprise.

    “Not Darth, merely Lumiya,” came a voice to his left. Snoke tilted to his right, peering and was assured by a wisp of movement.

    “And not Lady, merely Vergere,” came the voice, above him, as if perched atop his shuttle, and Snoke swept his hand, sending a gentle Force wave beneath his ship, bumping lightly whomever was beneath.

    “We need not play cat and mouse,” he said, bemused. “I have no desire to hurt you; quite the opposite. I come with a warning.”

    “A warning?” Lumiya’s voice opined. “For the Dark Lady of the Sith?”

    “For someone who has hidden amongst the Yuuzhan Vong for fifty years?”

    “I assumed that was indeed the case, Vergere,” Snoke said, pleased. “It got you ahead of Sidious’s assassins, no? A shame you never knew he was Palpatine.”

    “You know a great deal about me…”

    “Things only Palpatine should know, no?” Snoke turned a finger and pushed over one of the other ships with an exertion. It was minimally damaged, but he wasn’t playing in the dark forever. He was on a time limit. “I suppose I should tell you about Exegol then.”

    “The mythical homeworld of the Sith,” Lumiya finished. “The way was lost millennia ago.”

    “Lost and found.”

    Vergere interrupted. “By you?”

    “By Palpatine,” Snoke replied coolly. The two of them hesitated, and Lumiya exuded certainty.

    “You’re a mutated clone of him,” she breathed, surprised. “Another Palpatine.”

    “I am Snoke,” he corrected. “I am myself,” he said firmly. “Palpatine is my enemy.”

    “Palpatine’s dead,” Lumiya said, firmly. “He died at Endor - his clones aren’t even Sith.”

    Snoke turned on her location, a Force exertion yanking her forward, and he saw her lightwhip ignite in a chorus of snap-hisses -

    A patter of movement on the metal floor, and Vergere was moving on him, a flicker of a finger on his outstretched hand triggered the lights, and he had a glimpsed of a Fosh hand reaching for his exposed wrist -

    His free hand, pointed down, ignited with blue fire, and a bolt of lightning reflected up into her, sending her tumbling -

    Lumiya’s lightwhip came furling for his neck and he stepped back, caught the edge of the ramp and landed heavily on his back, the energy slicing close to his nose -

    Hissing, he went to sit up, aware he was not suited for this physical task, and Lumiya was already swinging down at him -

    All this energy, he rued, and merely flexed a finger to catch the lightwhip fronds in a Force grip, and then he tilted the finger to send the lightwhip spinning from her hand -

    And suddenly that hand dropped to his side, useless, no longer obeying him, and Snoke and Lumiya had a blank moment of staring at each other while they adjusted -

    He lifted his other hand, she opened her palm and shot him in the chest, and his hand spasmed, a blast of lightning shredding her triangular headpiece -

    “Enough!” Vergere said, bounding over, looking ragged with burns but otherwise fine. “He’s paralysed - my tears will do their work.”

    Paralysed, Snoke thought, reflecting on Fosh tears, one reason of many why Sidious had erased Vergere’s homeworld. He lifted his still-functioning hand and seized them both, squeezing hard enough to render them both bug-eyed.

    Lumiya held both her palms out to fire at him, to kill him, and Vergere placed a hand on her arm, whispering. “My neck is especially vulnerable -“

    Snoke released them before the paralytic even prevented him from doing so. He merely breathed, hoping to achieve something from this disaster. “Palpatine is alive,” he just said it, no longer seeking the best time or angle to do so; aplomb was unnecessary now. “He cannot clone himself - his source material was sabotaged,” he tilted his chin to Lumiya. “He is trapped in a clone that wasn’t ready… but he’s planning for his return. Building a Sith Empire, in the Unknowns, from Exegol.”

    Lumiya had seemingly understood Vergere’s point - Snoke could have killed her easily with a neck twist - and he hadn’t. He had been speaking the truth. She stepped over him, her eyes piercing. “Take me to him.”

    “I cannot, and he would destroy you without a thought. That was his intention when he sent the One Sith to collect you.”

    “Krayt is in-league with Sidious?” Vergere seemed surprised. “He hated Palpatine.”

    “He took over the survivors of the Inquisitors and Shadow Academy on Korriban,” Snoke said, wincing as he tried to be comfortable in death. Not his first time, but always painful. “Krayt was mutated by the Yuuzhan Vong and cannot stand up to Palpatine without a cure… and Palpatine cannot be far from Exegol or risk his clone’s collapse.”

    “So they entered a pact,” Lumiya surmised. “And where does Snoke fit in? A rogue clone?”

    “He can duplicate me, because my body will not last. Assign me to key projects, puppet me from afar,” Snoke spat. “But I became self-aware, and now his cloning facilities can only create more of myself.” He grinned maliciously. “I will outlive Palpatine, unless he finds another host - which he intends to do when he unveils his new Sith Empire.” A cough. “For now he has me command the First Order, a group of secularist Imperials that led Jakku. The ones loyal enough to the Empire to enact Operation Cinder, who believed in order. From those he picks the ones who believe in himself for Exegol.”

    “And causes mayhem in the galaxy behind proxies,” Lumiya finishes. “The Dark Jedi plots against Skywalker.”

    “All experiments, of which the One Sith are but another,” Snoke couldn’t move both his arms now, but at least being numb was better than being in pain.

    “Killing you doesn’t matter, does it?” Vergere said, directly.

    “Not to me,” Snoke said, chuckling. “I gestate with my other clones; we are connected. They’ll know that I made contact.”

    “So what would you have us do,” Lumiya said, drily. “We were looking to isolate one of the Jedi from the flock and use them to create a new Sith Lord… I’ve already handed over the necessary ingredients to destroy the Yuuzhan Vong to my contacts among the Chiss.” A sniff. “From the chaos of the Yuuzhan Vong, the galaxy will crave order, and the Sith will give it to them.”

    “If we are going to create our orderly regime, it needs a single responsible sane Sith atop of it, one powerful enough to stand up to Palpatine and Skywalker,” Snoke felt the cold creeping up his throat, but was amused that Lumiya’s own plan had given him an angle.

    Vergere narrowed her eyes. “We had intended to target the most vulnerable of the Solo children, but we wonder if he is too troubled, too unfocused, Ben Solo -“

    “No!” Snoke said, so firmly he surprised them both. “Palpatine has his eyes on Ben, has had since birth. They have a connection - if you have made a move against Ben, he will know, he will come for you -“

    The paralytic reached his tongue -

    “We haven’t done anything, Snoke, nothing at all,” Vergere stepped over, her hands wet, and Snoke began to feel the cold subside. Evidently she could have saved him all along; indeed, one hand was upon his blaster wound, assisting with the healing.

    They’d been torturing him.

    Delicious.

    Snoke felt his tongue again, and spoke, haltingly. “Target another Solo child, and find them a powerful apprentice. The galaxy will turn to whichever tyrant appears first. Sidious, or your - or our candidate. The First Order will bring what we want, without Palpatine’s madness, without the Sith way polluting the galaxy. Palpatine had foreseen his success, on a golden throne, himself, in Krayt’s body -“

    Vergere’s eyes widened, and Lumiya stepped over her, returning her deactivated lightwhip to her hand, her own gaze narrowed. Snoke didn’t intend to recover, he was accelerating the collapse of this body himself, he didn’t need to be here, merely to guide the path, to keep them from Ben Solo -

    “Our Sith needs to break the future…”

    He grimaced.

    “Then Chaos can be unleashed upon his Grand Design -“

    The grimace merely hid his grin; the germ of true madness that Snoke had in mind.

    “Vergere -“

    “He’s wasting away, it’s his body, not the wounds we’ve inflicted -“

    Fools, Snoke thought to himself as he rambled as if mad. “And after that, Palpatine can be led out of the shadows, and die, hunting a body, but this time -“ a splutter, “this time, Darth Lumiya, Darth Traya,” he reached for them with spasming hands. “This time he dies for good.”

    And with that Snoke let his body expire, and he laughed his way into the netherworld of the Force.

    Lumiya and Vergere stood in silence for a moment, before Lumiya spoke. “Not Ben Solo.”

    “Not Ben Solo,” Vergere agreed, looking deep into the corpse before them.

    “Lord Caedus will not be Ben Solo.”

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  9. Sgt.Matt

    Sgt.Matt Jedi Master star 3

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    May 12, 2018
    GM Approved

    Name: Trigger

    Age: 26

    Species: Hassk

    Homeworld: Hasskyn

    Affiliation: Resistance Commando

    Force Sensitivity: None

    Personal Effects: Chance-Cube Necklace, Replacement Galven Barrels (Four on each wrist)

    Personal Starship (if any): (Not exactly one for flying, the little guy is built more for fighting on the ground than the skies.)

    Personal Weapon: Boiler Rifle, Vibroblade

    Bio: Trigger was one of the many, many recruits pulled in from the outer reaches of the galaxy when the Resisatnce first started. Very much like the alliance of old, the organization was not very picky when it came to recruitment for the cause; there was zero limitations for those who could serve if they were against the rising First Order. One such person with zero limitation was Trigger, a lone Hassk bodyguard for a Hylobon spice-dealer who desired a job with better need for his violent tendencies. Taking leave of his previous employer on a remote spice factory on Hasskyn and boarding a hidden Resistance ship heavy with new meat; the small figure found himself in a battle that allowed him to indulge in his species aggressive attitudes. Put to training with various other vagabonds, farmboys, smugglers, gunrunners, and other scum scraped off the galaxies underside; the Hassk youth was placed into the Resistance commando units after completing his combat education.

    For the next few missions with the rebellious organization, Trigger took up operations of sabotage and guerilla warfare; making use of his night vision and excellent hearing to pick enemy forces.

    Personality: Trigger is a Hassk of little words, all he enjoys is combat and thrills from it, a cultural attitude purveyed by his carnivorous kind. Laconic in periods of peace, Trigger can often be found playing with the chance cubes he wears across his necklace and joining the regular joes for happy hour. However, woe to any foes who face him on the battlefield, for the Hassk male would go into a bloodied frenzy that wouldn’t stop until the blasters run dry.

    Appearance: Trigger is a Hassk male with black fur, cornflower blue skin, and bright yellow eyes. His only garb of clothing is a bandolier of energy cells, two separate arm bands with four galven barrels attached, a vibroblade sheath on his right thigh, and chance cube necklace around his neck.

    Likes: Fighting, Drinking, and Gambling.

    Dislikes: Long Periods Without Combat, Watered Liquor, The First Order, and Blue Milkshakes.
     
  10. Sinrebirth

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  11. adaml83

    adaml83 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 8, 2004
    IC: Briana Odan, Medb Ra-oon
    Planet Lost to History, Zakuul

    Briana hated this planet, she had been sent here to look for something, anything that could even up the disparity between everyone and Snoke. There were rumors of an Eternal Fleet, but finding them, she didn’t know where to look.

    And then these stupid, disgusting Grysks showed up.

    Not many, Intel on them suggested that they show up in small numbers until they decide to reveal their trap, and Briana had only seen a couple so far. She heard something, almost something that sounded like orders to find something or someone, though she didn’t know what. Briana didn’t think it was her, the Wraiths had many tricks of hiding themselves and their fighters, but she wasn’t certain.

    Not that they don’t have some sort of dog thing helping them out…
    —----

    Medb was watching from elsewhere, she could have chosen to watch from her mansion but then she could be seen. She’d already found a Grysk and dispatched one leaving it out as a warning to the others with a message in the sky overhead, but it did not seem that these Grysks wanted to listen. Medb guessed that they were ordered here to prevent something or someone from finding something. She felt a presence, it might be these Adumari or an associate of theirs who had moved into the area nearby escaping from something. Rumors among the Tearmann were that someone had managed to get the Tho Yor to work for them.

    It wasn’t these Grysks though, it appeared that the group was splitting up, one to search this area, the other group, to move to wherever the next location was. She decided to wait for some time before starting her next step.

    Once it was clear that they were now isolated Medb pointed a finger at the Grysk and a small narrow green beam shot out from her finger and at the Grysk.
    —----

    Briana, at this point, had brought her blaster carbine up and was preparing to shoot the closest Sniffer, it was what she had decided to call those things, when she saw the green beam strike the Grysk, it started to scream before quickly turning into a fine grey dust. The sniffer closest to Briana heard the scream and looked in its direction, and Briana shot it with her carbine until it stopped moving. The other sniffer from what she could see had been crushed by a rock.

    Ugh…

    Suddenly a woman with dark skin, and red hair suddenly appeared behind her, “Come with me, you’ll be safe.”

    Briana disbelieved the intentions, “Why”, she lowered her voice, “why should I believe you, I don’t know who you are.

    She sighed, “We do not have time, cairde tapaidh

    Suddenly, Briana felt like this young woman whom she didn't even know her name, was trustworthy. "Through that glowing…portal?"

    Briana received a nod, "Take my hand, you will be safe." Briana took her hand and followed her through the portal.

    The portal closed and the two women found themselves on a small lawn with a pathway to this five-story mansion. They both walked up to the entrance and went inside. Once the door closed, Briana felt the compulsion to follow and listen to this dark-skinned, red-haired, green-eyed woman drop away completely, and her temper replaced it, "You manipulated me! You betrayed my trust!"

    I never had it to begin with, and with your defenses the way they were, the Grysks would have been back and we would have had to fight another group.” she clocked her head towards a door, "We can eat while we discuss why you're here."

    Briana was about to offer something up when her stomach complained loudly. She reconsidered and meekly spoke up, "Thank you." she followed the mysterious woman. Briana was about to speak up when the woman quietly chuckled.

    "You want to know who I am and what this is." she brought a chair over to a spot next to the table, "Sit, my name is Medb Ra-oon and this is my mansion inside a pocket dimension. With the door closed, it can not be seen from the outside so we are safe."

    It was clear from Medb's reading that there were more questions, though it also seemed that Briana had something against Force users. Medb finished her snack, "I am a member of a Force user group called Tearmann, which means sanctuary. We aren't strictly Jedi or Sith, partially because we developed independently over several thousand years, but mostly because the Sith are all into this triple Sheev, double Dooku backstabbing ego contest."

    "And the Jedi?"

    "The Jedi repeat the same mistakes over and over again, like trusting a Skywalker with children."

    Briana barely avoided a spit take, usually she was the one to make statements like that, though at her questioning look, "I don't know what I'm looking for. I was told by a friend that there may be something here that could even the odds against Snoke."

    "That is not the only thing, though."

    "Something that can scrub the poisonous atmosphere from Adumar's moon away so it doesn't affect the planet…though again I have no idea of what to look for in this problem either."

    Medb noted the problem, it would require research, she sent her plate through a portal before looking at Briana, "Do you want a plate while we work?"

    "Work where?"

    Medb smiled, "The Library"

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  12. Sarge

    Sarge 5x Wacky Wednesday winner star 10 VIP - Game Winner

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    Oct 4, 1998
    IC: Falen Windrider
    Ajan Kloss


    “We don’t have enough supplies to keep the Mon Calamari refugees fed after this week. So we’re going to have to try to escape the cordon again… or attack the Eclipse. I’m open to ideas.”

    Falen had heard similar words from Connix for months. He restrained himself from shaking his head in discouragement; pessimism would do no good. Unfortunately, in this situation it was hard to distinguish between pessimism and realism.

    "I'm still brainstorming for a military or technical solution, but nothing has panned out in theory. If we scrounged all the fuel we can spare, we could make a decent bomb, but the biggest bomb we can make wouldn't make a dent in Eclipse's armor, let alone shields, unless we got it inside the hull, and I can't come up with a way to put it there. Or, we could use the fuel to make a smokescreen that would hide our fleet for a few minutes, but I haven't thought of anything useful we could do behind the smokescreen. Finally, the survivors from this ship know how I boarded here and hijacked the helm controls, so Eclipse will be prepared against that tactic."
    They had discussed all these options repeatedly, and he was just restating them in different words in the hope that somehow they'd spark a fresh idea. Judging by the faces around him, it was still no go.

    "I've also been thinking about how gravity well projectors work. Since those are applications of artificial gravity engineering, I inventoried all the artificial gravity equipment we have access to: deck gravity plates, tractor beams, repulsor coils, anti-grav lifts, whatever I could find. Theoretically, if we welded all of them together into one projector and energized it with a decent-sized hyperdrive power core set to overload, it would burn itself out in less than a second, but it could put out a focused anti-grav pulse that just might be strong enough to make a tiny hole in the interdiction field. More likely, the one ship trying to make the jump would be torn apart by gravitational shear forces. And even if one ship did escape Ajan Kloss, what could it do?"

    Dismissing that scheme, he reluctantly decided to voice one last possibility, which he had previously kept to himself out of distaste for the idea. "The only other suggestion I can come up with is one of guile. We could go to Eclipse as an envoy under a flag of truce, to discuss terms of surrender. Face-to-face with their leadership..." His hand gestured meaningfully. "...we could influence them to see the wisdom of letting us go. The problem with that is that it would make us deceivers and liars. No one would trust any Jedi after that, and rightfully so. We would lose any possibility of meaningful negotiations in the future, and we would also lose the moral high ground. Lastly, the Force has a great deal of influence over the weak-minded, but the commander of Eclipse is not at all likely to be weak-minded, so the attempt would not only sabotage our own reputations of integrity, it would most likely fail."

    He bowed his head to Connix. "I apologize for not coming up with better ideas yet. I hope to do better soon. Perhaps my brother Axtine has something more helpful than I do?"


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  13. Sgt.Matt

    Sgt.Matt Jedi Master star 3

    Registered:
    May 12, 2018
    IC: Trigger
    Jakku; Ground Camp

    Trigger hated the burning sun of the desert, matched with the hillocks of old Imperial and Republic wrecks, this made traversing for high grounds an absolute challenge as a commando. Though he did keep to one of the rules of being a commando, "Always adapt to everything", he had this forced into his stubborn mind by a fierce private drill sergeant prior to officially joining the Resistance. At least he could have prepped us for planets like this! The Hassk sat outside of the tent he shared with that one daredevil pilot and wookie, both seemed like good chaps. They both exited the tent as he adjusted a freshly oiled galven barrel into his rifle, carrying a Medpac towards the others in their little base camp. Jedi, or some remnant of what they once were, were the many warriors that decided to accompany Poe on this planet.
    Trigger never understood the space wizards or their connection to some spiritual nonsense, they seemed to be well with a laser sword and made good warriors, he never bothered them for it. Then a noise piqued his rather strong senses, something whirring in the distance, like an engine being pushed to ludirous speeds. One of the Jedi heard the noise too and turned his head to the distance before acknowledging the same thought as Trigger had, it was speeders.
    The Hassk didn't even need Dameron to tell him, he already grabbed his boiler rifle; clambering up a massive rocky sand wall that laid behind their little tent city. Slapping in an energy cell and pumping the rifle with his tibanna-jacked bottle, Trigger laid down atop the sandy wall roof with his rifle scope attached. {When the speeders come in sight, aim for the riders; the speeders could be useful for us!} Trigger hollered down to the other resistance members below. {Dameron Catch!}
    As the sight of kicking sand started to appear in the distance and the comms unit started to babble, the Hassk commando tossed down half of his energy cells hanging from his bandolier to the pilot below him. They needed to conserve tibanna and cell ammo, Trigger was not willing to leave his comrades without ammunition and conceded to split his plentiful rounds with the others, for their survival was on the line...

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  14. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Zeseem Dunkel & Tirran Huxley
    Sand

    The Battle of Jakku had raged for six long months. After the initial ambush, it became clear that the Tho Yor were present to keep them contained, and separated. The Resistance, the Imperial Remnant, the Jedi and the Sith, trapped by Celestial weapons in the command of a distant Emperor Snoke.

    The landers had all been shot out of the sky, bringing damage to the ships of Barriss, Tirran and the transport carrying Zeseem and Atin-Kot. They’d been separated, divided, and even the Millennium Falcon had been cast into a sand-drift. Imperial walkers and Stormtroopers had advanced, and though most of the walkers were gone, the Jedi lines were broken, and they’d been long on the run.

    Run was a funny term as Zeseem kept heading off on his own periodically to meditate on something, something he kept telling his brother he didn't know how to describe. . .it wasn't long before he had found someone else sitting out in the nowhere's and often would return to sit with the Sitter in silence. Feeling the ebb and flow of his own life as he realized he was not just Zeseem Dunkel, but Dunkeel. A fine but terrifying distinction that over the last six months had continued to open itself within him in a controlled manner to preserve his psyche.

    Today the dust-storm was settling on the surface to allow Barriss, thirsting, baked by the suns and desert, carrying the oft unconscious Trace into the Jedi camp. K’Kruhk, Tirran, Ennic, and others had a makeshift camp in the desert, the enemy base - a Sith Temple of some kind - in the visual distance. The storm had covered their movements so far, and now it was subsiding, they would be vulnerable. K’Kruhk looked over as he saw Barriss emerging from the sand, called out. “Medic!” Zeseem barely lifted his head and Tirran Huxley, well he refused to leave his ship except to work his moisture vaporators and for this impromptu meeting.

    Ahsoka was nowhere to be seen, and the tent opened to T’ra Saa, looking worn. Inside the tent were the droids, switched off to conserve their energy. They were very few in number now - just T’ra Saa, K’Kruhk, Tirran, Ennic, Zeseem and Atin-Kot. Tirran’s ship was the nearest, and, as fate would have it, the closest to being repaired - in no small part as it was the only ship Tirran would seriously work on repairing. From the tent came Poe, and Chewbacca too, a med-pack in hand; their last one.

    Poe growled at the parting skies, and looked for Tirran. “I know you’ve no hyperdrive, but we need to go for it, now. Attack the Temple and use your ship for it.” He looked at Ennic. “Convince him, would ya, I don’t even know where the Falcon is anymore and Rey is going to kill me when she finds out I lost Han’s ship.”

    Tirran burbled in his tank. This was not the first time this action had been suggested and Tirran wasn't jumping at the war bait. Chewbacca headed towards Barriss, producing a water canteen and rumbling softly to her that she could let Trace down. He eyed Atin-Kot to support the women; they were both in as bad a state as the other. Zeseem walked forward extended a hand over the wounded, using the Force to aid in their healings. If too bad off he could put them both into a Force stasis for surgery and then a Force Healing trance.

    Unsaid was that Rey and Finn should have been here, but they weren’t.

    K’Kruhk peered into the distance, and narrowed his eyes. He could sense it too. “They’re coming. Speeders, five of them, First Order Stormtroopers.”

    They wouldn’t have long.

    "Get me something better than 'lets kill the other guy' and we talk about using my ship." he burbled back, "That or some serious compensatory remunerations that I can carry." Tirran Huxley was serious, he had only ever promised them to get them onto the planet and he had fulfilled his deal. Until he was paid more he was only dedicated to getting his ship working and finding a way out of this death trap.

    Poe indicated to the Hassk to get in position, to prop up by the nearest sand dune and get ready to shoot things. Tirran moved to help relocate the wounded to his ship. He could try to drag them out across the sands out of danger and add it to their tab.

    “How long do we have?” Poe asked. Tirran had this down enough to know the spoon benders were all short sighted.

    “Not long,” T’ra Saa said, exhaustion in her voice. Well at least they were giving honest answers these days.

    Then, a surprise; their comms crackled to life.

    The message was a strange one and didn't make a whole lot of sense to Tirran, Zeseem unfortunately merely felt a minor pain in his head as more knowledge brought forward that he didn't know before. Old Rebel reports on where the Emperor had a secret vault on Jakku and the station that had been defeated by a group of two rebels ahead of a small group that had no business succeeding. The Force at work counteracting the Emperor's plans, just as it apparently was here doing so again.

    Zeseem stood from his menstruations to the wounded. "We need to decide if we go to rescue her in force with whomever can hear on the comms, or save our group to regroup and assault this second location as the main objective we did not even know about for the Sith Temple has been completed for us." Zeseem stated wearily with a little extra Force to carry his voice. "Better choose quickly. I can make Tirran take us if we all agree." That he made sure to use the Force to insure Tirran didn't hear. Right now all Zeseem truly wanted was to return to the Sitter and listen to the universe that was connected to himself.

    TAG: @Mistress_Renata, @CosmoHender, @Sinrebirth , @darthbernael, @Sgt.Matt
     
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  15. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Feb 10, 2009
    IC: Tamus
    Niima Outpost

    Three away from the front, and it seemed like everyone was about to scarper.
    This was not the life Tamus had envisioned when he had snuck out late at night several years prior.

    One of the unfortunate side-effects of being a half-neti freak; he, unlike his father, had to eat. He’d tried to put it off for a while, of course, and sure, he could avoid hunger for much longer than other creatures, but his apparently human stomach had recently become quite insistent that it required something other than sunlight and water. Plus, there was no soil on this planet, and kriff knew he missed the feeling of earth between his toes.

    He sighed, absorbed by hunger pangs and trying to remain nicely inconspicuous in the line, hard for a lithe youth who was now beyond six feet.

    Shifting his weight from one foot to the next, he felt the datapad in his pocket and briefly considered trying to message his mother. If he asked for her aid, she’d likely send him a large sum of money and appear on the very next ship she could get to Jakku, single-handedly breaking the siege… And he’d also catch an earful about being caught up in the middle of an intergalactic conflict and be majorly embarrassed in the process.

    No thanks.

    He’d had to lie about what he’d been doing over the last few months- he’d rather keep up the pretence than admit that he was stuck in the middle of a warzone.

    His comlink chimed and for one brief moment, he thought it was Helinith or Renn, and he was going to have to come clean-

    I have infiltrated the Sith Temple here on Jakku, the heart of the Contingency that Snoke has put here. Jakku is a trap - a rigged planet ready to explode. It always has been, and Snoke has primed it again.

    The Controller has been destroyed - a massive Kyber Crystal that Snoke has dominated, but there is another - one more Kyber Heart that he uses to command the Tho Yor. I don’t know where Snoke is, but I know he is watching us through the Tho Yor. He knows Jakku hasn’t destroyed us all, it’s why he’s mined the entire system - he now knows that I’ve taken the control room here, and I am sure his army on the surface will come for me.

    It’s because I’m using the Kyber shards here to break the communications blackout here; you can talk, for now.

    Figure out how to win this fight, before we all die.

    There was panicked shouts and yells, and the market descended into chaos.

    Glancing around him, Tamus saw another being who hadn’t completely lost their head and nodded to him in a friendly way.

    “Well, hopefully this means something or someone is going to finally break this siege. My mother would kill me if I got myself blown up.”

    Tags: @TheAdmiral @Sinrebirth
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  16. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, Fuego, Pyrofuego! star 5 Staff Member Manager VIP - Game Winner

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC: Atin-Kot
    The desert of Jakku

    Glad of the armor that had, in this era come to symbolize the Mandalorians, even though it had been his own people that had influenced that group to wear what they did, Atin-Kot sighed as his visor darkened with the sand storm dissipating. Often, during those howling, blinding, vortexes of wind and sand he was able to leave only his senses on alert and retreat into himself.

    He’d felt the changes in his brother and had a feeling Zeseem could feel the same in him. It was different, of course, but there felt to be some similarities. Some of what he felt, as time went by and the communion he fell into in those times deepened, stirred memories, not his, that he’d learned in the last six months.

    Six months and he was still learning, trying to decipher all that he was learning. However, what he’d already learned made him know the battle they were fighting here on the surface was merely one level of a battle that stretched from the mere physical, across the cosmos, and even unto realms mortals were not privy to.

    As the dust began to settle he took the two staves, that his staff had broken into during a battle several months before, and slid them into the improvised holsters for them on his belt. His mind was elsewhere as he looked around the small encampment the remaining Jedi called home, at least for now. Only five Force users as he wasn’t sure that even the more mature Jedi of this time would classify himself as a Jedi anymore and, he glanced at Zeseem, his battle brother was more in the grey than the light these days as well.

    Five Force users as well as several others, including the wookiee and the man he reminded himself. Memories floated to the surface of his mind, of time and again that those like him had found themselves with a, what could be called, motley crew of others, trying to stop those that wished to control everything or drown it in darkness. He had to shake it as the cry went out.

    Sighing, turning, and pulling the staves out again, he scanned toward where he too now felt the speeders racing toward their camp. He began to trudge toward the nearest dunes as he noticed others also taking up positions to defend their camp. And then he caught the wookiee eyeing him. With another sigh, he sheathed the staves, moving carefully over the sands to support Barriss and T’ra Saa.

    When he reached them, he found Zeseem already there, assisting. As his brother helped one, he went to the other, hearing the weariness in the Neti’s voice. Placing the gauntlet of one long fingered hand on her shoulder, not having to reach too high to do so, he let energy flow into her, reaching to sense for any wounds, trying to revive her.

    The comms crackled to life and, as he listened, his head turned, peering through his visor at the Sith Temple in the distance.

    I have infiltrated the Sith Temple here on Jakku, the heart of the Contingency that Snoke has put here. Jakku is a trap - a rigged planet ready to explode. It always has been, and Snoke has primed it again.

    The Controller has been destroyed - a massive Kyber Crystal that Snoke has dominated, but there is another - one more Kyber Heart that he uses to command the Tho Yor. I don’t know where Snoke is, but I know he is watching us through the Tho Yor. He knows Jakku hasn’t destroyed us all, it’s why he’s mined the entire system - he now knows that I’ve taken the control room here, and I am sure his army on the surface will come for me.

    It’s because I’m using the Kyber shards here to break the communications blackout here; you can talk, for now.

    Figure out how to win this fight, before we all die.


    When the woman’s voice stopped he turned back, helmet swiveling between T’ra Saa and Zeseem. ”I…I know where she is. I’ve, it’s a bit difficult to explain, been there before. And, I suspect whatever the Emperor hopes to use to destroy the planet would be there too. So..” he rolled his shoulders, loosening them, ”I believe that’s the best spot where I should go.”

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  17. AgentViper007

    AgentViper007 Force Ghost star 7

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    Both CS's GM Approved

    [​IMG]
    Name: Bernhardt Johnson (formally known as The Agent)

    Age: 44

    Species: Human

    Homeworld: Unknown (cannot remember)

    Affiliation: formerly Resistance, then First Order, now back as a Resistance Agent

    Force Sensitivity: N

    Personal Effects: Dresses in a suit and sunglasses, wears an earpiece to receive orders (former appearance), now wears what he needs to.

    Personal Starship (if any): Formerly a Firespray class patrol craft, the Silencer, (crashed) , now none

    Personal Weapon: Blaster pistol

    Bio: His name is Johnson. Known as The Agent.

    An emotionless assassin. The man that does the First Order's dirty work. An expert in marksmanship and martial arts. Trained to be the ultimate assassin.

    He has no knowledge of his past, of who he was. Where he was originally from, whom he served or whether he was just unlucky to be captured and brainwashed. Whether he had a family or someone he loved.

    All he knows is to follow orders and to kill his targets. Whether it be by his blaster pistol, hands or his ship, the Silencer.

    Recently though flashes of his past have started to resurface...and Johnson wonders if this could affect his missions and him personally. To not follow the program means certain death.

    He mostly worked out of the outfit known as the Agency. The execution of the criminal known as DJ was attracting a lot of attention and so Johnson was assigned to patrol the area. During the execution he pursued a young child who had caused problems and a Kubaz whom it seemed was helping the child escape. He lost his quarry much to his annoyance.

    His next mission was to investigate the Don, the Governor of Uscru district. Partnered with Agent Brown he arrived at the Opera House to prepare his investigation when an explosion at a fuel depot grabbed his attention. He pursued a woman named Lin who was running away from the carnage that ensued where they eventually took part in a hand to hand duel. Lin escaped and Johnson killed one of her friends but had let a target escape once again.

    Arriving back at the Opera House Johnson managed to eliminate Resistance fighters who were on the attack. But memories were beginning to return of a woman...a woman he thought he knew well. But first he had to survive another fight this time with the Kubaz that he had pursued at the execution, Dol Khan. He managed to survive but was injured and Jalynn Graul the Chancellor’s daughter failed to be rescued.

    Memories had begun to assail him then from his past life. That he had fought for the Resistance. That the woman he was seeing was his lover, a First Order defector. Someone who had been quite high up and that they had parted on bad terms the last time they had met up. He learnt more thanks to a medical droid. His lover’s name was Ilsa Ferguson. And he had been captured, tortured, interrogated and turned into a First Order Agent. Losing his humanity and all of his memories.

    Forced to comply he became what he had sought to destroy thanks to a scientist named Lucretia who had fallen in love with him but that he never loved back due to his feelings for Ilsa. Lucretia however planned for her and his escape but she disappeared before any escape plan could take place. Johnson lost hope.

    However, back in the present Johnson resolved to find Ilsa to be reunited with her. Due to be returned for reconditioning Johnson headed back towards the Agency in order to try and find his lost love. But along the way he encountered Lin and Dade, the kid that had escaped him at the execution. Thanks to a distraction by them Johnson managed to grab Ilsa and head towards his Firespray ship the Silencer.

    They were pursued along the way by Agents Smith, Jackson and Thompson, the latter two his old partners. They made it to the Silencer only to find Dr Edda Gast, the lead scientist of the Agency, facing off against them. Johnson managed to push her off his ship to her death and found other pieces of his memory puzzle. His first name was Bernhardt, Ilsa had sacrificed her high station in the FIrst Order to find him and that he had been an Agent for years (turned out it was nine years, Ilsa had been searching for him for three).

    Arriving at the Capitol Johnson decided in order to keep Sellik busy he would give her the altered coordinates of where Rose Tico’s ship the Phantom Hawk were heading so he and Ilsa could head inside to start the reconditioning process and pull the Agent personality out of Johnson. He succeeded in driving the Agent out but Ilsa remained sceptical of Johnson’s motives of continuing to fight after his personality had returned.

    However to escape the Capitol they first had to fight Agent Smith and his mechtroopers. However from out of the mechtroopers came a surprise voice: Leia’s. Her voice would begin to spark a rebellion and Johnson managed to defeat the mechtroopers and kill Smith. But his fight came at a cost. Ilsa decided to leave him after seeing what he had done and deciding not to follow him. With a broken heart he began to head back to his ship.

    Hearing Rose had been captured, Johnson decided to try and rescue her, on the way he met a brutetrooper named Savara Raine and managed to avoid both Hux and Sellik who were near Rose’s interrogation cell. Managing to free Rose they ran into the last Agent, Jones. After defeating Jones Rose outlined her mission: to take down the galactic jammer that was jamming communications all over the galaxy.

    Both he and Rose formed an alliance. As they tried to get into the room housing the jammer he encountered someone he did not expect to meet again...Ilsa. They fought and Johnson did the unthinkable, he shot her and she died but not before forgiving him and telling him to go and revealing that Lucretia was alive, that she had not been shot by Smith and died after all. She died after activating a grenade to blow up some troopers that were chasing Johnson and Rose.

    Heartbroken, Johnson managed to enter the room with the jammer thanks to a brief power cut. However he would be involved in a fight for his life, fighting the resurrected Agent Smith and his copies, he had managed to assimilate the technicians in the room. Johnson managed to defeat Smith but he was physically and mentally exhausted after doing so. Lucretia it seemed had chosen him as the one to defeat Smith and his program.

    Rose and Johnson went their separate ways after Johnson vowed not to leave his ship behind in his escape. Hoping he could either assist Rose again or find Lucretia he headed back to the hangar managing to dodge Phasma who was very much alive. Johnson managed to board his ship but was unable to escape the Capitol due to the shields being up. After a fight with some TIE fighters a tracker began to ping at him, someone was trying to call him. Resolving to solve the mystery he managed to create a gap in the shield thanks to a seismic mine strike on the Capitol and escaped.

    Following the tracker's coordinates he arrived at the planet Christophsis. After trying to get through Captain Trench’s blockade and being attacked by tri fighters he managed to bring his damaged ship into land. Exhausted he collapsed and was brought inside the crystal caves he had landed at. And there he met someone he did not expect to see so soon…..Lucretia. Neither alive nor dead she had decided to atone for her sins by becoming part of the crystal caves.

    Johnson tried to ask her to come with him but to no avail. Feeling lost and alone he decided to head back to his ship to rest and decide on his next move. However he never got to decide it. When he awoke he had been captured by Captain Trench and was eventually handed over to the Resistance. Facing the prospect of spending the rest of his life in a prison cell or executed for war crimes he decided to do the right thing and turn himself in with a guilty plea.

    However thanks to a chat from Rose Tico he changed his plea to not guilty. The trial began, and Johnson was grilled extensively. However he learned one shocking truth: Ilsa, his lover, was the one who betrayed him to the First Order.

    Johnson however was found not guilty and deciding to rejoin the cause rejoined the Resistance and went back into intelligence. He was partnered with Juno Eclipse and her ship the Rogue Shadow.

    For four years they worked together on missions. They were then assigned to Kuat on a stealth mission to take out one of the Eclipse class star destroyers. But things went wrong…

    Johnson, back in his guise as an Agent was found out and forced to fight a new breed of Agent created by Dr Gast. After a brief fight Johnson tried to escape but found the Rogue Shadow had disappeared. Johnson was captured.

    After being locked in a Force cage, Johnson was brought to a person he believed he had killed...Dr Gast. She revealed that she intended to create more clones of herself using Johnson's blood and that of a dead God Abeloth.

    Arriving at Coruscant the ship was ambushed, one of the ships being the Rogue Shadow. Managing to escape he rejoined Juno and her Force sensitive husband Galen Malek. He decided they should head back to the old Resistance base at Ajan Kloss to regroup.

    Juno and her husband decided to head back to Coruscant but Johnson resisted. He was given a mission later on: find and destroy the control signal for the monstrous Monoliths.

    Heading to Coruscant with Rose, he was ordered to find the signal whilst she split off. It wasn't long before he was headed back up again and straight into Snoke's lair.

    After a quick meet with Resistance heroes Finn, Poe and Chewbacca who had been caught, his identity as a Resistance agent was revealed. He managed to escape pursuit by Phasma and retook his ship, the Silencer which had been rebuilt and parked up.

    A surprise was in store for him. A woman claiming to be the real Lucretia now owned the ship and was transporting cargo. However before anything could be revealed the ship was attacked by the brute Agent and the Silencer crashed.

    For months he has been unconscious. He doesn't know where he is or whether has been turned back into an Agent. The Resistance thinks the AGENT program is dead…

    But is it?

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    [​IMG]
    Name: Vydra Delomeux (Yanjon)

    Age: 36 (even after millennia of being stuck in a statue)

    Species: Human

    Homeworld: Nouane

    Affiliation: Unaligned (Protector Master)

    Force Sensitivity: Y

    Personal Effects: Just the clothes he wears

    Personal Starship : None

    Personal Weapon: Lightsaber (blue Skywalker blade)

    Bio: On Nouane, knowledge is power.

    To be a part of the Protectors is not just a privilege. It is an honour.

    That is what Vydra thought anyway.

    Born into a family of librarians, Vydra spent his early years scouring his family's library entranced by the information and knowledge that the books and tomes contained. Being an isolated planet was a problem however as people travelled to the planet but the indigenous population never left.

    Vydra yearned to learn more about the known universe and to travel the stars seeking out as many planets as he could. However he had no idea that he was Force sensitive, but he knew that he could hear thoughts and feelings. He had an instinct to guide him in which books to read and it was then that he learnt about the War of the Temporal Planes and the Protectors themselves and the Force powers they wielded.

    As he grew he was slated to own his family’s library. However he was not interested in their disappointment. Instead he wanted to know more about galactic history and more about the Force. What people could do with it and all about the light and dark sides. It piqued his interest more and more. He was able to talk to the philosophers and scholars that passed through to pursue all the knowledge he could find and to hopefully someday improve his limited knowledge of the mystic arts.

    It was then that Vydra resolved to become a Protector, to enhance his abilities and to protect those on the planet including his family from threats from the known and unknown.

    It was then that the Master found him.

    His Force talents were minimal, however his knowledge could become useful. He resolved to become a good and loyal student to become not just a formidable scholar but perhaps one day a formidable warrior. Nouane had never known war but it was best to be prepared. Under the Master he was sure to progress.

    He joined his new classmates, Vale, Dunkeel, Zas'tel and his friend Joren Graal. During his time with the Master he learnt lessons regarding the future, the so-called Twilight Wars, the Force and how to create his own Forcesaber which carried a green blade, the sign of a defender.

    But he also learned secrets which would eventually destroy his friendship with Joren and force him into exile, to leave his family behind and give up his Forcesaber. One of those was that he had been anointed Yanjon which Joren used to strip him of the Force.

    The other was that he was to train apprentices for the dark times to come. A second class of Protectors. But his mission failed when he went into exile.

    Devastated, Vydra wanted to end it all, knowing that the Master had ruined his life. But instead was encased in a crystalline substance. And from there, his spiritual adventures began…

    Throughout milennia he travelled, looking in on different points in galactic history. His sister Venezia continued the bloodline, his Echo, his spirit passing through the generations until it stopped….at a man named Pascale Rouser.

    Vydra watched as his descendents grew older, and then came a chance meeting. One that would haunt Vydra forever.

    Fate brought two different versions of Pascale and Vydra together. The Pascale from the Twilight timeline held darkness within him, only Vydra's Echo was keeping him alive. The Pascale from the One timeline intended to change his ways.

    Knowing that he needed more Force energy to combat the coming darkness and continue his mission, Vydra stripped both Pascales of the Echo. It resulted in Pascale Twilight's death and Vydra felt devastated at killing his sister's descendants.

    His spiritual adventures continued, along the way Vydra kept meeting the Master as he had in the past and fought the Goddess Abeloth. Eventually he ended up at the end...or so he thought.

    Vydra eventually arrived back inside his body and the statue where he was able to break out. And got a welcome surprise when he saw his fellow classmate Dunkeel had also made it.

    Also there was another classmate Zas'tel who had disappeared during the Master's teachings. They had arrived at the End of Time itself. Zas'tel also gave Vydra a lightsaber as his original blade had been lost.

    But it was no ordinary blade. It was the lightsaber wielded by Anakin Skywalker, then his son Luke before Mara Jade Luke's wife took it. The Skywalker blade would be treasured by Vydra.

    Their reunion was interrupted by the arrival of the Gods and Goddess Abeloth and Vydra had to retreat aboard Dunkeel's Tho Yor, Heart. They had picked up a passenger along the way, Joren's descendant Arek Graul.

    Not long afterwards Vydra was thrown out of the ship and once again met up with the Twilight version of Pascale, his spirit at least.

    There he found out what had happened after he had disappeared into his statue and that Nouane had been destroyed and became Dwatii. However Nouane popped up, right next door.

    And Vydra knew his purpose...to defend, to protect and serve.

    Returning to Heart they headed to their destination, a dark castle. There the Master was once again there...and he had more tricks in store.

    First Vydra met Cocytus, a Sith from another timeline and his apprentice Alecto. He battled Alecto and succeeded in stranding the Sith.

    Next he battled a man of metal but before that fight could get going he once again was reunited with the two Pascales. Pascale One was later into his life whilst Pascale Twilight was before his death.

    The meeting was brief as he and they were chased away. The Pascale's returned home (the Twilight version it turned out did not) and Vydra moved on.

    He did manage to help Pascale One and his wife Feyna as they faced their own trial against the dark. Succeeding and his family future safe, Vydra headed off once again his spirit returning to his body.

    Vydra ended up on Mortis and was reunited with his former comrades Dunkeel and Joren. But something happened which Vydra did not expect, his Darkness was unleashed. Fearing what could happen to him he decided to face his trials alone.

    Completing his trials which sadly included watching Pascale One die but giving his daughter Julee and her lover Tiberius a bond they could share, he appeared back on Mortis.

    There he met a woman called Masana with her memory wiped and lost on thise foreboding planet. He decided to help her and thanks to the spirits of his descendants and others that were linked with him he managed to pilot a ship out. But he became mentally damaged and stripped of his Darkness after a mental duel with Snoke.

    He managed to make it to Jakku, where he met up with the pirate queen Maz Kanata. And there was another surprise in store, Masana was Callista Masana a former Jedi Knight but she had been consumed by the goddess Abeloth.

    They decided to all work together to try and stop Snoke, down on Jakku was technology that had to be stopped. What they found was a Gate with more people coming through. Abeloth departed Callista and was inhabited by the former scientist Qwi Xux.

    Things went from bad to worse as he and others were pulled through the Gate. He lost all the spirits and Callista thanks to a fight with the Sith. He ended up trapped in the World Between Worlds knowing that he had failed again.

    Somehow he managed to find his way out and outside. But where and what condition would he be in?
     
  18. adaml83

    adaml83 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 8, 2004
    IC: Medb Ra-oon, Briana Odan
    Mansion in a Pocket Dimension

    Briana handed her plate to Medb and she then sent it through the portal, "Come on, you should like this part."

    Briana followed, looked at the sign that Medb indicated, "Up." and suddenly she was slowly moving upward.

    Medb quickly followed, "You want to know why I did not use my disintegrate power more? It is too high a risk most of the time."

    At Briana's confused look, Medb continued, "It can be deflected by Tearmann weapons and lightsabers that we know of. If they are skilled enough they can deflect it back at you or at one of your friends. I do not want to be personally responsible for the loss of one of my friends or a loved one."

    Briana believed that she finally understood, “So it’s basically something to use for an ambush?

    Only if you are sure that your enemy can not detect you. A person can bring a weapon to a guard position quickly. Faster if that person is trained in the Force.” At this point, they reached the library level which when Medb opened the door appeared to be vast, white, and empty. Medb manipulated something and the room turned into something resembling a warmer Jedi archive dated roughly 4000 years ago.

    Briana looked around and at a table, she found her plate and nearby several plates of what smelled like freshly baked cookies. She resisted the immediate urge to drool, though she was a bit confused, she expected books.

    "Most of this is digitized, and carefully translated into Basic. I could make them all books, but they would be quite heavy and this place would be a good bit larger." Medb addressed the room, "Computer, bring up information on the Eternal Fleet, its current location, the Eternal Throne and the power source used to control the fleet, and its location. Also look up whether it is possible to move the Throne and the power source."

    "Vocalized computer? Nice." Briana was reading about a scumbag of a person named Koley Linn, who if she had her way would have made his death last longer because it just seems like he didn't do anything that was a net positive for anyone who he dealt with.

    "It is quite useful, it might take some time for the computer to find all of the relevant information, we can supply a datapad, or card with enough memory," Medb held a card up, "This is for a different project, though just as important." Medb was looking up as much current information on Adumar, Danglars, and the latter's atmosphere to see if any solutions existed and if there were any unexpected problems lurking for the Adumari.

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  19. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Valerie "Val" Aquilla
    Scythe

    There was a pain in her chest gazing out the viewport seeing the crimson ship that had been her home for the past six months. The old girl was dying, and not quickly. If she was honest with herself it was dead a long time ago, at least for a month. It was just a long goodbye to the Venture. Another thing taken from her, her home, her childhood, the life she could of had. All of it ripped away by yet another war. It seemed to follow her family like a shadow. War, and loss of communication. They had been sitting in the dark waiting for some word from the outside, some sign there there was more to the galaxy than just them and the monster that constantly trailed them. But, there had been no word, no sign that there was still hope left in the universe. Val remembered the last time the population was cut off from each other, she was born in that time, spent her first few years cut off from the world.

    She understood the strategy, cut off communication, cut off coordination, simple as that. Though she'd thought the Force Beacon system fixed that. But, as with all things Force related it failed at the first opportunity. Now they were trapped like rats waiting for the end to come. Not that Val was planing on going quietly. She'd been running simulations, trying to find a weakness in the monolith that hounded them. And she had the beginnings of an idea. It would require getting enough ordnance on target to blow a hole in it, then she would fly into the gap and tear it apart from the inside.

    She would likely die in the attempt but, it would break this siege. And they desperately needed something.

    Then she heard it, a message from the outside, they could talk again, for the first time in a long time, they had something. They had hope.

    "Dad…" She rushed to her father a man that looked tired haggard and far older than his 35 years. "You're sending me out right?"

    "Be patient Val," He said with a sigh, "We have a change now, but we need to coordinate with the others. We can't let this pass us by." He turned away speaking into his comm, calling for a meeting. He was always in meetings, ever since he took the generalship and left the cockpit behind he'd been always going to meetings about this or that. He'd given up the fight.

    Well, Val hadn't, and she was ready to fight, all she needed was a target.

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  20. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, Fuego, Pyrofuego! star 5 Staff Member Manager VIP - Game Winner

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC: Sabel, Decimus, Eleodie - combo with our GM
    Aboard the Sunder

    Admiral’s Office

    In the mostly dark room two spots of color formed as the figure at the desk opened his eyes. The bright red color, eyes not hiding Sabel’s feelings, shone, almost lighting the room in red. He’d been contemplating, strategizing, trying to figure out what could be done next. Thankfully the minefield that was pushing them toward the atmosphere was vast; it wasn't as fully populated as the others, due to his orders to destroy any hulk that had to be abandoned, before the Tho Yor could pull it in to recycle into fighters and mine.

    Even so, he was down to this Onager, the modified ships that he’d still held back due to the energy demands when they revealed they were hybrid Venator/Onager’s. Which meant, of capital ships, besides the smaller cruisers and assault carriers, which were as few as the capital ships, those were all he had. Supplies were diminishing, consumables too, so they needed to find a way out of this trap soon or they’d be down to being forced to the planet below and there was nowhere else after that.

    Eleodie’s Stateroom

    Decimus smiled at Eleodie as zhe cuddled close, the fiery emotions beginning to fade down to the level of affection they felt for each other. When the comm crackled, they nodded, feeling the urgency coming from the being they had grown even closer to over the last six months. So, when zhe bounded to zher feet, Decimus was already doing the same. It took just a moment to pull the bodystocking on and then slam themself into their armor. It sealed quickly over their form, helmet under one arm as they darted after zher, heading toward the bridge.

    Admiral’s Office

    Sabel listened to the broadcast with an arched eyebrow. One long finger tapped on the desk before he hit the intercom, ”Eleodie, Decimus, meet me in the flag office, just off the bridge.” he sent before leaning back in his high backed seat, fingers steepled before his face, as he considered what to do next.

    Eleodie winced at the intercom. So he did know, as he'd summoned them both. No, surely not, it was a surprise to them too, to zher as much as Decimus... shaking off zher concerns - zhe was an adult after all - zhe nodded firmly, and led Decimus without saying anything further.

    Zhe opted to ignore and furtive glances from the crew as zhe went...

    Decimus felt Eleodie stiffen beside them, the tense moment as Lord Sabel called them both to meet him. The Red Guard felt secure that their Lord had no objections to them, after all he was the one that had asked Decimus to clothe her in the armor of a Red Guard, even months prior.

    The sephi guard, as usual, ignored the crew, unless specifically approached by one, as they took the most direct route to the bridge and then the flag office. After receiving a single word response, ”Come!”, they opened the door, only closing it once they and Eleodie had entered.

    Sabel sat behind the desk, an amused smile on his face. His attention flitted back and forth between the two of them before settling on Eleodie. ”Before other business, yes I know, and can feel your apprehension that I know.” He chuckled softly, ”How could I not, the emotions you two have fill the Force around you.” Raising a hand, ”You would have known, months ago, if I had any objections, Eleodie.”

    He then abruptly changed the subject, playing the recording the crew had made of the broadcast, for the two of them. ”Intriguing development.” he murmured, as he glanced out of the viewport, toward the curve of the planet and the other quadrants that held those still fighting. Turning his attention back to the pair, ”I wonder if those present truly understand the diversity of who the Emperor chose to shove into his trap?” Eyeing zher specifically, ”Thoughts?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

    Eleodie's cheeks blushed gold, but zhe pressed on, analysis was zher primary use to the crew; zhe was no warrior like Decimus, armour or not. Zher mind cleared, zhe spoke up. "Have the Imperials not contacted us yet?"

    The Rebels, sure, they might steer clear of a force styled in Imperial regalia, but the Remnant? They'd surely reach out.

    Those two other capital ships, tentatively identified as Dragon warships, they were an unknown, and the cruciform designs of the new, modern X-wings - TwinTails, from what little comms had been snatched months ago - they had long vanished. The minefield around the Dragons and those TwinTails was particularly dense, having been reinforced by the consumption of a third Dragon and various ChaseMaster frigates.

    The corners of Sabel’s lips turned up in a fractional smile at Eleodie’s blush. Doing that to one’s offspring, of which he was now certain zhe was his, was what he was sure was one of the perks of being a parent. But that was for later, still, delayed that talk was.

    He glanced at Decimus when she asked about the Imperials. The sephi met his gaze then reached down, tapping at their wrist gauntlet, on the pad attached. Waiting for a few moments for the response, ”No, Lord, they have been silent on the comms.”

    Sitting back in his chair once more, steepling his hands before his face, the smiled widened a little more, ”Perhaps they still worry, even in their worse predicament, that I intend to take their territories when we break free. A moot point at the moment, but people have refused to communicate for less.”

    "So should we contact them?" Zhe said, sharply. "And which ones? Sure we have Imp designs, but that doesn't mean we like the Imps."

    Decimus stiffened slightly.

    "No offence intended, but we're not the Empire, are we? We're the... um... successors to the Empire of the Hand? We've never been involved in that Sith garbage, surely?"

    Sabel let his features still, ”Did your…did Eleodie senior…tell you about my own past?” he asked as he arched an eyebrow.

    ”However, you are mostly correct. Whatever reason we were sent to the Unknowns, that reason is no longer valid and we are our own polity.” he glanced at Decimus, for a moment, ”If Palpatine were somehow able to return, demand your fealty, would he have it?”

    Decimus’ eyes narrowed for a moment, ”Lord, our loyalty is to you and you alone.” they said carefully, eyes shifting for a moment toward Eleodie.

    Snorting at that, Sabel glanced out of the viewscreen, ”Which to contact is a good question though. I sense so few strong in the Force among those in orbit; those who are seem to be on the surface and I doubt they could assist the battle here.”

    Eleodie narrowed zher eyes. "Decimus, can we have a moment alone with our uncle?"

    Decimus would likely look from zher to him, seeking approval in the shadowed room, Jakku's primary briefly behind the Tho Yor in the dim distance.

    With a nod, Decimus turned, ”Please do not hurt zher, Lord. Zhe is important.” they said before the door shut behind them.

    Sabel chuckled at that, sitting forward in his seat, palms flat on the desk. His red eyes met Eleodie’s eyes, ”Something tells me you know exactly what that just was. And I will flip Decimus’s words, do not hurt them. The Red Guard…they are almost as a child of my own.” he said with a slow wink at her.

    Sitting back again, the left side of his mouth turned up in a small smile, ”That out of the way, what is it that you could not discuss with company?”

    "You asked Decimus if he would be loyal to you or Palpatine, but you sidetracked whether you'd been involved with the Sith." Eleodie's eyes narrowed. "Uncle, what did our progenitor omit to mention?"

    A dry chuckle escaped Sabel’s lips as his red eyes flared. The room around the two of them dimmed, darkness filling the space. He stood, seeming not to have moved as a body should but rather elevated to standing then shifted from behind the desk to stand before Eleodie. ”Your progenitor seemed to have omitted quite a bit. Some things that are quite important as well.” his tone as dry as the chuckle had been.

    His eyes flared more and more as they locked on hers, his will suddenly filling the darkness that had become his office. Scene after scene burst into view in the darkness, a blue youth with power he didn’t know a Chiss male could utilize, a teen Chiss who had grown into his power and used it to excel in the CDEF academy, a young adult Chiss male that looked even more like Sabel now than the youths had who commanded a squadron of the CDEF, a hooded, cloaked figure with glowing red eyes kneeling before a wizened, stooped figure, the window behind the standing figure showing a starscape with Imperial SDs, a fully adult Sabel wielding a red bladed lightsaber facing down a foe while the sense of his will burst even stronger. And then there was a vision of Eleodie’s progenitor and Sabel in a bed, sharing in passion. Laid over the visions was a voice, felt more mentally than heard, ’The Force is strong in my family…my mother was a skywalker, I am an independent Sith, and my…offspring…does not yet seem to realize that zhe can use it too.’

    In that moment his will pressed against her mind, opened to her, and admitted what he’d known since the moment zhe’d contacted him, that zhe was his child. Another dry chuckle filled the darkness that had returned and was slowly fading back to the office, ”Why do you think the Red Guard call me Lord, not just because I rule, but because they have all learned what they know of their own Force abilities from me.” His eyes flared one more time, ”And one, one of my favorite, adopted children, has bonded themselves to you, my offspring.”

    Zhe blinked a few times; several times, actually.

    Eleodie stood before zher 'uncle'.

    "No. Our progenitor would have told us."

    Zhe turned to go. "Leave us alone."

    This was too much. Too much for Eleodie. He was zher progenitor, too? A Sith?

    The door was still locked as Eleodie turned toward it. ”Us?” he asked, tone still dry, one eyebrow arched as he wondered if she thought Decimus would not listen if their Lord called. ”And your progenitor had a unique sense of humor. Zhe never told me you existed, but I could not deny the truth once I sensed it.”

    Turning and stalking behind his desk his fingers splayed out as he placed his hands on the surface of it, leaning forward slightly. ”Take your time, talk to Decimus, recognize the truth of my words. But…” he pushed with his hands, straightening, his red eyes glowing, ”...not too much time, we still must escape this trap set for us.”

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  21. Lady_Belligerent

    Lady_Belligerent Queen of the RPF, SWC, C&P, and Pancakes & Waffles star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Jan 29, 2008
    Combo with @Sinrebirth - thanks for so much fun!

    IC: Jaina Fel and Vergere

    Starkiller Base

    In the rare moments that Jaina was able to think clearly, she vowed to never wear white.

    She didn’t want anything white to touch her… it represented the static noise that preceded jolts of pain that mercilessly wracked her body.

    White was so stark and cruel that it shut out everything else. Jaina couldn’t move, she didn’t exist there, nothing existed… all was erased except the pain. White nullified everything but pain, and the pain eradicated everything,

    An even rarer moment was when she could find the energy to part her lips and speak. The hoarse sound that escaped her lips was startling because she didn’t recognize it.

    What did you do to my baby?

    She was aware that her eyes opened, but her vision was weak.

    All she could see was the nightmare bird that only ever lied and ruined everything she touched. Vergere.

    “Where is my son?” Jaina’s raspy voice demanded.

    How long had she been restrained? Jaina couldn’t process time, but she had no recollection of delivering her son, so he had to be safely nestled within her womb. Yet she couldn’t feel him.

    Vergere was capable of killing her infant, she was that evil and twisted.

    Why_can’t_ I_feel_ him?

    Vergere smiled, human-style, showing her teeth behind that beak.

    Her crest turned green, and then orange, and then red.

    Her antennae sprang back and forward as if distressed.

    Her whiskers twitched, and she wiped at one.

    Her knees twisted outwards, as she crouched down akin to an avian.

    She was incredibly unreadable.

    "Your son? Why, how do the dead know to ask about such things?"

    Jaina would’ve laughed, or lunged at the witch… if only she could.

    The dead, if only.

    Dying would have to be easier, but the monstrosity wouldn’t allow her that relief. During moments of consciousness she imagined every possible conclusion.

    One was to sever the vine-like restraints and use it to choke Vergere. Another possibility was that she could find the strength to snap the bird’s neck, it couldn’t take that much effort. But, her thoughts always ended with the same painful realization that her baby was gone.

    “Why?” Jaina asked. “I’ve always lived just inside the line between dark and light. I’m no stranger to the darkness, and I’ve embraced it at times.” The effort of speaking was so difficult that she had gone limp in exhaustion, still she had to speak her mind before she was unconscious again. “You didn’t need this thing to convince me,” Jaina managed to force out the words. “All it would’ve taken was asking…”

    Every fiber of muscle, and every tendon, felt as if it had been stretched to the breaking point, and then burned to ashes. She wanted to stop fighting to live, but not until she knew the fate of her child.

    Vergere cocked her head, all avian again.

    "Why is a question always deeper than it's answer, Jaina." A liquid shrug. "Why not? Or is this a matter of epistemology?"

    She leaned closer, stood on her tip-toes and whispered. "But I would ask how can the dead even give birth?" She drew back, met Jaina's eyes. "You do understand that you are dead? You've been here for months, everyone knows you are gone. Where else could you be, if you are not swinging the Sword of the Jedi at the enemies of the Light?"

    Jaina did manage to cough out a small laugh at that. “You forget that I’ve seen you in action,” she began quoting what she’d heard Jacen say, “Everything I tell you is a lie. Every question I ask is a trick. You will find no truth in me.

    It took every bit of Jaina’s energy to get the words out. “But, hey, if I’m dead then you’re in Hell with me… for all eternity.”

    She settled to her hind legs again.

    "Hell is a point of view, Sword of the Jedi."

    Her eyes lidded.

    "In your death you have left a son."

    She pivoted on one foot, and twirled away.

    "Your brother, when Jacen died, he became so much more."

    Vergere leaned over her own shoulder to look back.

    "Caedus. And then Lumiya anointed him Darth."

    A pirouette. "What shall we name you? And who shall make you Darth?"

    Don't listen to him, Jaina.

    It was Jacen's voice.

    She tried to shake her head, but probably didn’t. This was a time that she definitely didn't need, or want, Jacen’s interference.

    A few beads of sweat, or tears, trailed down her face. It was unimaginable since she was quite dehydrated at this point.

    Jaina finally spoke out, her teeth clenched, “you don’t get to name me! I embraced darkness long ago, in another war.”

    Jaina closed her eyes and used the pain and agony to give herself enough strength to speak her mind. When her eyes opened, and her statement was disembodied, “I am an avatar of the Goddess Yun-Harla!”

    Her mouth moved when she spoke again, “you may call me Goddess.”

    She used that statement to push back against the Embrace. Release me, now!

    No, Jaina, don't!

    Jacen again.

    Vergere chuckled, took a step back, her beak not moving as the sibilant noise echoed out.

    "Darth Harla, it has a ring to it, but I think not," she said with some amusement. "You seem to have a misunderstanding of what I did to your brother..." another pivot and pirouette. "Did you think Darth Caedus was your brother's truth?"

    She sounded so sad. "Don't you have any faith in your own twin?"

    The Force had no impact upon the Embrace, it did not care for her power in that spectrum.

    Jaina closed her eyes and searched for the bond she had shared with Jacen long ago. It had been silent practically since his time with Vergere, and she still wasn’t really sure that he could be trusted..

    I need you to not interfere, Jacen. You don’t understand the stakes… they have my child.

    She choked back a dry sob, and she arched her back to push through the pain. Her body had been brutally punished by the Embrace… the endless torture was starting to affect her mental state. Her joints were so damaged that she worried she might never walk again. Then Jaina began to have terrifying thoughts that she might truly be dead.

    “What did you do with my baby?” Jaina demanded. “I already embraced the Darkness, but you’d rather torture me than talk.”

    Speaking was painful, breathing was an effort, but she had to try. Giving up wasn’t an option.

    “You’ll get no cooperation from me until I get answers.”

    Vergere snorted. "The dead don't get to demand anything."

    She regarded the woman, and Jaina would have a clear sense that she was searching her twin bond; searching with the Force.

    "Really," she huffed. "The Force? Far too dangerous to be left in the hands of a child. I guess as you've embraced the Darkness, all I need do is take it away from you... with Light."

    “If you’ve harmed my baby,” Jaina struggled hard with the Embrace for it to allow her to speak. Her voice was gravely, and almost gone. “I will kill you,” she spat.

    A flicker of her clawed hand, and a supernova exploded within Jaina's brain, driving her into unconsciousness, without answers, without life, without... hope.

    In a heartbeat she was gone.

    Was this death?

    It felt like someone cut a power cable, except it was on her life.

    ’I failed, Aunt Mara… protect my son, if he lives.’

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  22. Lady_Belligerent

    Lady_Belligerent Queen of the RPF, SWC, C&P, and Pancakes & Waffles star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Jan 29, 2008
    Combo with @Sinrebirth, thank you for allowing me to try and fill the boots of these powerful women!

    IC: Daala, Darth Krayt, and Remal
    Megador - the brig
    She was used to being alone in this galaxy.

    Natasi felt alone now. Or was it another now? The one where she had been left in the midst of devastation?

    Someone had comforted her when she needed it. The kind words, and then the reassuring touch of holding her hand, it made a difference. In the scheme of things, it only amounted to crumbs, but that was enough to give Natasi the will to be strong and to carry on.

    Once she thought she had awakened, but maybe not because she was in the brig. It was hard to accept that after all of her years of service she didn’t rate the medbay?
    Maybe that was a dream too.

    The nuns had been a mixed bag. Some were nurturing and took exceptional care with her. Others were cruel, but their actions would prepare her for events later in life. So, overall things weren’t that bad.

    Except, her neck ached. Daala wanted to stretch the muscles, anything to just ease the pain, but she couldn’t move.

    Something had happened? Shouldn’t she be —working? Her memories were better than… what exactly was it that she had been doing? Maybe she’d just stay here.

    "Admiral?" It was Remal's voice, he sounded hopeful. "Are you conscious?"

    Said consciousness would reveal that she was bound, by arms and legs and even neck, which wasn't actually the cause of the pain in her neck.

    "Or is it..." His voice was almost heartbroken, now. "Someone else I'm talking to?"

    Speak up, my love, came the voice of Liegeus.

    She heard him, but he sounded far away. “No, you’re gone,” she whispered. “It was the Moffs…” Natasi slipped back into the memory of the nuns. She was such a good student and knew the value of education.

    This was a safer place. It was way before she loved Liegeus Vorn, and before they killed him. If I stay in the past, he’s alive… and safe.

    Daala groaned softly from the pain.

    There was a commotion. Remal ordered the cell opened, a guard disagreed, and it became a matter of shouting.

    From the shadows of her cell, though, emerged a shadow with an eye of blue and an eye of molten yellow.

    In his hand was a lightsaber.

    "If you are not Daala, I will kill you."

    You are my Natasi, you can do this.

    “I don’t know who the hell else you think I am,” Daala grumbled. “Don’t think for a minute that I’m not furious that I’m in the brig instead of getting medical care in the medbay. I’m being treated like a prisoner!

    She wanted to be taken to the Chimaera, but there didn’t seem to be anyone who she could tell. Where was Remal? And Graul?

    “I will have all of you court martialed for this insubordination.” The outburst was exhausting. How long have I been restrained? Natasi wondered.

    He paused, staring at her for a long moment. "Fine."

    A gesture of his hand, and the door to the brig ripped open.

    Remal was in the middle of a fisticuffs with four other guards, and the sudden light revealed the man besides her as Darth Krayt.

    "She's not Abeloth."

    Remal stood, dusted himself down, and glowered at the Remnant guards. "Ma'am?"

    Snap-hiss.

    A crimson blade appeared in the Sith Lord's hand, and just as quickly whipped apart the manacles and was switched off.

    She rolled to her side and slowly sat up. “How long have I been here?” She asked again. “Remal I need an update on what I’ve missed,” she said without looking away from Darth Krayt.

    Her memories weren’t clear, she had been with Aryan, and they were going over their situation, which wasn’t ideal. She remembered that much, and then after that there was pain.

    “Abeloth?” Daala whispered, “she was here! What happened?” She desperately needed answers to what had happened.

    Krayt pursed his tattooed lips. "She was, and she now is not. You were injected with an overdose of refrain; a memory drug. Abeloth hasn't appeared out of your memories since... but Lyz Graul has been unconscious since."

    "Injected by Aryan Graul," Remal supplied, unhappily. "But that was six months ago, Natasi, um, Admiral. We've been trapped in the Jakku system since then, our ships protected inside the Megador." He indicated her comlink. "We weren't able to communicate with anyone, until, well, now."

    Daala gripped her upper arms and shuddered, “you’re positive she’s gone?” She asked Krayt.

    She’d seen the destruction that Abeloth was capable of, and she didn’t want to be anywhere near her.

    “Hold on,” she suddenly said to Remal, looking shocked. “Six months? You’re saying six months have passed and we are still basically being held hostage in the same location?”

    She shook her head in disbelief that so much time had passed and nothing had been done about it. “Where is Graul?” Daala demanded.

    Krayt shook his head. "Not positive, no. But as you're awake, and Lyz Graul isn't." He turned to go. "I'm worried that Abeloth is in her."

    Remal scowled at the insinuation in her tone but schooled his features to military neutrality. "We were kept under tractor lock and gravitics locked the fleet aboard the Megador. The Tho Yor reoriented all the combined fleets so the planet backs to them, and then they deployed a whole minefield around the planet and moon, using the wreckage of capital ships as fuel and fodder."

    He swallowed, and Krayt replied. "Graul has been a hermit; locked up in his room with a Holocron belonging to Sistros, a Sage of Dwartii - an order that predates the Jedi and Sith, so basically Celestial era." He sniffed. "Presumably Graul believes he can find a solution in the past to our present."

    "Can I go?" Krayt said, evenly. "I'd rather kill Lyz Graul before Abeloth takes her fully, if she has moved over."

    Daala shakily stood and answered, “no! You will not kill Lyz Graul,” she insisted. “There has got to be some way around that, so figure it out.” She waved Krayt away, not caring for a moment that he was a Sith Lord, he cannot take over and kill anyone he wants like it’s his ship.

    Aryan wasn’t here to defend his wife, which had left Natasi to take charge. “Get someone to speak to Aryan and make sure his feelings on this matter are respected.”

    Then she looked over at Remal and gave a slight smile, “thank you for handling things while I was a prisoner. In the future, you have my permission to shoot anyone who locks me up instead of putting me in the medbay.”

    Krayt sniffed. "While you figure it out, I shall watch over her. But if she is Abeloth, she may be already dead." His mismatched eyes took in Daala, ignoring the obvious that she wasn't dead, and he skulked off.

    Remal nodded. "Poinard has headed to the Chancellor's room already."

    He did look apologetic, but accepted her smile and returned it. "I shall remember for future reference, ma'am." He turned to an adjunct droid and took her uniform off it, indicating her orange prison scrubs. "I'll be outside and ready for you, Admiral."

    He shooed off the growing crowd of guards and droids and shut the door, leaving it slightly ajar so she knew it wasn't locked.

    Natasi watched Remal leave, and slowly exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized that she’d been holding.

    First she sat down on the side of the cot to gather her thoughts, how had she been out of commission for six months she wondered in disbelief? Another side of her took in the scene and experienced a moment of almost pleasurable fear.

    Work first, the rest would come later. Natasi stood and removed the orange scrubs. The door being ajar wasn’t an issue for her, true modesty wasn’t an antiquated notion of women always being fully clothed from neck to toe. True modesty was collecting great achievements, and never speaking of them. Be proud of yourself, but do it in silence.

    She dressed carefully, in silence, and it was a healing experience for her soul. Waking up here in the rough orange scrubs had been a humiliation, and she would not forget who had done this to her.

    Lacking a comb, she used her fingers to detangle her copper hair before tightly braiding it. Someone, likely Remal, had thoughtfully tucked her hair pins into a pocket of her coat.

    Feeling whole again, she opened the door and spoke, “I’m ready, Remal. It’s time to take charge of this impasse.”

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  23. Silvertough

    Silvertough Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2018
    OOC: A very entertaining combo w/ @Sinrebirth . While IC, italicized sentences will be a character's internal thoughts!

    IC: Ap'lek-Iudex
    and Vestara
    Control Room

    Six months. Six months spent locked away within the confines of an internal, unseen debate hall, as fragments of memories passionately plead their cases to the Original Mind. The OM had spent an equal amount of time reviewing their cases, and retorting with speeches of its own. What else was there to do? The outside world had been silent, empty of noise and wriggling, slashing creatures. They were forced to turn inwards, to solve the great question of who or what they now were. Snoke's machinations, deliberate or otherwise, had changed what was once the singular Ap'lek into a being of many distinct parts.

    The OM certainly had a defining say in the matter, that was something they had all immediately agreed upon. They were the original after all. The collective had also agreed that due to their present circumstances, the OM couldn't remain the sole mind in charge of them all due to mere self-preservation. Not a single mind out of any of them could. There were too many of themselves trapped within a single head to function efficiently. A second had since been anointed as a representative for the other thoughts. Two, it had been decided, would be able to bear the workload of them all. Ap'lek, the Original Mind, and Iudex, the most fully formed of secondary consciousnesses, would lead them all in the outside world. The breakdown of responsibilities would be decided between the pair as they went along.

    Consensus had finally been reached.

    Ap'lek blinked as the outside world exploded back into focus. It was a peculiar sensation, seeing the world through their body's eyes again. Slower, in a way. He turned their head to both sides, scanning the room to identify what had awoken them.

    A woman? Ap'lek rose to a siting position, an eyebrow raised. She was familiar, why?

    Vestara. The Sith woman you fought with before. Who killed you so you would awaken here. Iudex gently posited. An unknowing contributor to our Singularity.

    "Vestara," Ap'lek stated with a grunt, his mouth unaccustomed to forming words after spending so long asleep, "We have a lot to catch up on. Time has.. been difficult to track."

    Vestara looked at Ap'lek, who did sincerely pluck at her heart strings with how... pathetic he looked.

    A clone, who knew he was a clone, having killed himself over and over.

    Snoke had left the failure of a tool behind, having failed to break him after months of trying, and unable to get another Force user to Jakku.

    "It's been six months, Ap'lek," she confirmed. "Assuming you want to still be known as Ap'lek, knowing what you do." She vaguely gestured to the room of dead.

    Ap'lek blinked in disbelief, a perplexed look sprouting upon his face. "Six... Months..? I see." It had been assumed among the internal Collective that a substantial portion of time had passed while they figured out exactly who or what they now were. But six months?

    "Much has changed then.. inside and out. Ap'lek as you knew him has.. changed. There are many voices, many thoughts inside this vessel." Ap'lek spoke quietly, with a notable absence of his former self's bitterness. "It was deemed necessary for our survival against Snoke.."

    Ap'lek's mouth held open for a moment, as a thought struck him as dramatically as Vestara's earlier lightning. "Snoke." He repeated, tilting his chin upwards to stare into her eyes. "He's.. Dead.. Correct? I can't feel his presence anymore."

    Vestara shook her head. "No, he isn't. He's just not here."

    She pursed her lips, a natural habit which accentuated the tiny scar on her lip, absent from attention due to the swirling of tattoos she had on her chin, but nonetheless she always felt it when she adopted that expression.

    "You're free of him, is all," Vestara said this carefully. "Presumably the voices... they cut the chord."

    Her yellow eyes roved over his visage. "But you're still... Ap'lek Ren?"

    "Good." Ap'lek replied, an unseen fire blazing bright within his eyes. "I still have purpose."

    We. Iudex corrected.

    "We still have purpose, yes." Ap'lek corrected himself before slowly rising to his feet. "The Ap'lek you knew was enslaved to the will of Snoke. With those shackles removed, we are different, improved. His memories, thoughts and desires are all still here, if you are so inclined to care."

    He turned, taking stock of the control room and the scattered bodies strewn about in various states of decay. "I suppose you're concerned about his sanity? Irrelevant. Such questions have already been answered within." Ap'lek gestured to one of the monitors displaying Jakuu's core. "Your message, is it accurate? Is this Snoke's Final Order?"

    Ap'lek appeared nonplussed. Even slightly bored. Snoke was anything but inconsistent. His other plans having seemingly failed, of course he would try to take everyone else down with him. Six months ago, Ap'lek would have probably done the same thing, if the roles were reversed.

    See how we've grown? Iudex murmured internally, an almost proud, father-like smile spreading across his unseen features. All that remains is to kill Snoke, once and for all. Although I imagine there's quite a growing list of people who want that honor for themselves..

    "That's a good point. "Ap'lek said aloud, unaware or uncaring that half of his internal conversation would go unheard. He turned back to look at Vestara. "I imagine such a weapons has created an alliance of sorts against Snoke, no?"

    "I mean, the we is a bit of a concerning thing," Vestara admitted, "and how you swap back and forth but it's fine."

    It wasn't, but she suspected it would have to do. Snoke was very powerful, and she knew how the Force could warp the mind; her own father had been influenced by Force Psychosis, many years ago. Vestara ignored the reminder that she'd had to kill her father, to save him.

    "I imagine so, yes," Vestara tapped away. "But there's something here. The system isn't keyed to me. It has genetic markers, and I think the only reason it listened to me is because of all the damage -"

    UNAUTHORISED ACCESS.

    The screens screamed red lettering, and there was a buzzing, and suddenly the floor behind them opened up, a droid appearing from what appeared to be a pocket-droid factory -

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    "Oh Sith," Vestara said -

    "It will take time to adjust to having two pilots in the seat, per se." Ap'lek admitted with a humorless smile. "We simply ask for your patience in the matter."

    They were silent as Vestara spoke, nodding softly as he absorbed the new information. Her assessment made sense, and hearing that there were others still aligned against his former Master was pleasing to hear.

    Even if they belong to the New Republic? Iudex pondered. How does that delightful human saying go? "An enemy of my enemy is my friend?" A temporary alliance will be bearable if it results in his death. Ap'lek responded. Hmph, acceptable.

    Ap'lek cocked his head to the side. "If this machine is genetically marked, shouldn't I, as a clone, try to..-"

    He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of an armed security droid. Curiously, it looked somewhat similar to the flesh-and-blood Dark Troopers he had fought alongside inside the Eclipse. An upgrade perhaps? Either way, it's purpose was painfully clear.

    May I? Iudex asked, doing the mental equivalent of cracking his knuckles. It's been so long since I've had some fun. Hmm.. I am admittedly curious to see how the Sith of old fight, enjoy ourselves, Iudex. Ap'lek said, relinquishing control of his body with a faint shudder.

    Iudex rose to their full height, an easy-going smirk spreading across their lips as they gained full control over the body. It was an odd feeling, being in a different body. Ap'lek's was thinner, more wiry than what he was used to. But the Force was still his ally, its call more potent than ever. Oh, he was looking forward to this.

    "I'll take care of the droids." Iudex stated, voice as smooth as silk, a stark contrast to Ap'lek's. "If you would be so kind to take care of the production side of things." He didn't wait for a response, instead closing the distance between himself and the droid with a single force-boosted sprint, fists clenched and raised defensively in front of his chin.

    The droid raised it's weapon and fired, a trio of blaster fire ripping through the space Iudex had just been occupying. He bobbed and weaved, twisting his body out of the way as he advanced closer and closer. Iudex responded in turn, letting loose a series of crippling jabs aimed at the droid's joints. The force was his ally, and it flowed freely though him as if nothing had ever changed.

    Vestara hesitated as Iudex moved, swiftly, boxing with the droid, which promptly began to spit sparks and twist apart. She turned back to the console and tried to get it to work. With every third key press, the system announced she was an intruder, and by the sixth a new droid was rising from the ground -

    She grimaced and typed faster, before it cleared the floor, and with her next sixth key-press a third appeared to be emerging from the mechanism under them, moving to the next floor panel to move aside -

    The Sith pulled her hands back before she pressed another sixth key, and she flipped over the second droid as the third looked to it's comrade facing Iudex -

    It wasn't precisely damaged, but it was discombobulated, which was the only response Vestara could give to the way the droid was processing a physical assault; with confusion. The droid discarded its blaster rifle, and swung a swift fist up, an uppercut that would shatter a jaw -

    Iudex snickered as he took hold of the droids rising fist, spun on his heel, and yanked the droid's arm down over his shoulder in a single motion. It impacted the ground in front of Iudex with a shower of sparks and protesting servos. With its arm still held firm in his grip, Iudex launched forward, wrenching the limb out of place before driving a knee down hard into its photoreceptors. It struggled, but from it's awkward position, the droid was unable to fully articulate its free arm, and instead harmlessly struck the air near Iudex's head.

    With his own free hand, the former Knight of Ren recalled the droid's blaster rifle with the force, snatching it out of the air and firing it single-handedly into the back of the second droid advancing upon Vestara.

    "I find that a lightsaber tends to work wonders on these things!" Iudex called out over the din of blaster fire, a grin spread wide across his lips.

    So where is yours, Ap'lek? He asked inwardly. Ap'lek only balked in response, his silence speaking volumes. I see. Add it to the list then.

    The bolts dug into the second droid, but didn't cause the armour to yield, but it did turn back to face him and opened fire -

    The third droid was clear of the ground and Vestara hissed.

    "Catch, Ap'lek."

    She underhanded a lightsaber hilt to him -

    And ignited her own.

    Iudex traded the blaster rifle in his hand for the lightsaber, catching and igniting its blade into the head of the prostrated droid beneath his knee within a single breath. Rising quickly, the lightsaber became a whirling blur of motion, deflecting or redirecting the second droid's salvo away from his body.

    His prior jubilance had cooled somewhat over the previous seconds. The rigors of combat were a good a test of any of his new body's abilities, and it appeared as if Ap'lek's was coming up lacking. Perhaps more accurately, the clone of a clone of a clone of Ap'lek's body wasn't matching Iudex's own standards of excellence. It was slower, more unrefined in certain aspects than he was used to.

    A blaster bolt managed to slip through his guard, forcing Iudex to tilt his head to the side at the last second to avoid it. His brow furrowed, but he said nothing as he began to advance deliberately, his disappointment evident enough.

    I've never had the opportunity to train extensively with a lightsaber. Ap'lek thought bitterly. Just another way Snoke kept the Knights of Ren under his heel.

    I see. I'll adjust.

    The second droid fell a moment later, bisected from shoulder to hip with a single slash. Iudex turned once more, now looking towards the final droid approaching Vestara. He then paused, staring at her with an eyebrow raised.

    The lightsaber fit to his hand like a glove.

    Or, rather, to Iudex...

    The blaster bolt had in-fact creased his cheek, acting a colourful note to his helmeted visage, but of course, the droid was down in short order, and Vestara had taken down hers.

    Breathing heavily, she regarded him. "How did that feel?"

    "This was a good warmup." Iudex purred warmly as he rose to his full height. "But nothing will compare to the real thing." With the danger passed, he took a moment to inspect the lightsaber in his hand. Iudex, along with Ap'lek internally, made a note of how well their shared body had adapted to the use of such a specialized weapon, even though they had always assumed that their original host lacked any sort of such training.

    Curious indeed.

    With a shrug, Iudex extinguished the lightsaber. He flashed Vestara with a grin, "Surely Snoke would have prepared something more substantial than a few hand-me-down droids to protect this facility, no? Otherwise, I'll hand the reigns back over to your friend here."

    She indicated the console. "I mean, it's keyed to keep spitting out those things as I use it."

    "So it's likely going to escalate. And there was a First Order army on the surface, engaging the Jedi landers." A shrug. "I bet they'll be in full retreat and heading here soon."

    Vestara smiled lightly, waiting for him to catch-on.

    Iudex hummed at that, pleased with such a notion. "It's been some time since I've tested myself against a full army.. Yes, yes that'll do nicely!" With practiced flair, Iudex bound the hilt of the lightsaber to his waist with some loose thread, before marching over to the console.

    All yours then, Ap'lek. Wake me when you need me.

    With that, Iudex's hold over their body receded, leaving Ap'lek once more in control. He blinked slowly, taking a moment to stretch out his limbs. It was a peculiar feeling, hopping in and out of control over one's body. With Iudex, it had felt akin to what a spider must feel right before molting. A sensation of being just slightly too big for the vessel it was inhabiting. Back with Ap'lek, it now felt like he had been slightly pulled apart, stretched ever so slightly apart.

    He was sure they would get over it as they grew more accustomed to their unique situation.

    Ap'lek stroked his chin as he stared at the monitor before him. Vestara has said the system had genetic markers. It would track then that he as a clone might have some better success. If not, well, he was sure Iudex would love the chance to dismantle a few more droids. Tentatively, he began tapping away at the keyboard.

    "So, are we looking for anything specific?"

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  24. Sinrebirth

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

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    IC: Captain Phasma
    Aboard the Indefatigable, in orbit above Starkiller Base

    It had been six months since the First Order had secured a wave of infiltrators. It wasn’t the first, nor last, that Captain Phasma had intercepted.

    However, it was not the most important.

    This one was more than most of them.

    It was the last Agent.

    The program had been destroyed on Coruscant, along with the brainchild of the project, Dr Gast. They had lost the original specimen too, the corpse of an eldritch abomination named Abeloth.

    Which meant that this Agent was key.

    To the secrets of genetic essence transfer… coding ones DNA to another, constructing a personality from blood rather than a Force spirit.

    Phasma spoke to him as he woke, attached to metal restraints, medical cables, blood tubes and more besides. The First Order’s decimated science division intended to continue the project after all.

    “Did you know, your creation is based upon notes that the First Order dug out from the wreckage of Exegol,” Phasma said lightly, still helmeted, but content in her beskar armour, shined to match her old chromium attire.

    “The Emperor had many ideas that he didn’t manage to master before Snoke sabotaged his clone tanks…” She said lightly. “The First Order picked at the successes of the Final Order, its unfinished legacies.”

    She spoke on. “Apparently Palpatine only needed a medium to complete the process. He had debated visiting the Maw himself, once upon a time.” Phasma stepped towards the mounted wall. “But here we are; you’re the new medium. Congratulations.”

    She indicated the ceiling. “Your own special prison, aboard the Indefatigable, our last of her class.” Amusement. “Just like me, the last of my tribe.”

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    “Just like you; the last of your kind.”

    But the Agent wasn’t alone; he’d be able to see someone just as surprised to see him. Vydra.

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  25. adaml83

    adaml83 Force Ghost star 5

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    Dec 8, 2004
    OOC: The following comes from the combined inner voices of myself and @Sinrebirth
    IC: Trec ke Mattino, Asori Rogriss


    Trec was a frustrated man. Six months in this siege and they had been thwarted to the point where they were in a weaker position than they were months ago. The blasted TIEs weren't helping either, managing to avoid the Adumari fighters and DP-20s. He then had a thought, "Have you managed to track the paths that the TIEs take through the minefields?"

    Asori was checking the signals, slowly but surely. "If you're asking whether there is a signal the TIEs are sending to navigate the mines, then I can't find one. They seem to be all apart of the same system, and the mines just know that the TIEs are an extension of themselves." She pursed her lips. "But I guess they're all an extension of those Tho Yor."

    Trec nodded, "Have you seen the research the Wraiths did on Celestial signals?"

    She looked to Trec, and hesitated. "Some, yeah, isn't it not too dissimilar to the gravitic work they did against the Vong?"

    Trec shrugged, "Maybe, I never asked and they never told me. I do have a thought, though. Do you think it's possible to isolate the part of the Celestial Signal that designates friend from foe?"

    "I mean we've had more than six months to analyze it, if we can't do it now, we won't be able to at all." She sounded a little amused. "Piggy was best at the hardcore maths, mind you."

    "Ok, then I have a couple of questions. One, could you change the IFF signals for both ourselves, and eventually everyone else fighting here to Friend along with changing the Tho Yor to Hostile? Two, if you do that, how long do you suppose it would actually work?" Trec's mind was racing now, Nadia would accuse him of acting like Adam in moments like these.

    "I can have a go, but I reckon you should be reaching to the military genius we know is here," she said, tapping datapads and sending orders and assembling the Focus Group, as she liked to call the techs. "I thought him and Adam were good?"

    She was referencing the old man himself; Wedge Antilles.

    Trec winced a little bit. Adam would mention when he and Wedge talked but some time ago it just...stopped. He suspected that it had something to do with Wedge and Iella's divorce, especially once Adam brought Iella into his network. Still...

    "I need you for your technical skills, especially since we cannot bring anyone from outside in to assist. That said...it would be a good idea to let Wedge and Reige know what we were thinking about trying. Even if it was just to find out what they thought, or if they saw flaws in the plan."

    "I'll see what I can do, sir," she sketched an informal salute, and turned to head off.

    Comms had some updates; a flurry of communications between the Resistance ships, and a distant comm from the Megador and they suspected Bastion, but nothing they could detect between the tentatively identified One Sith fleet and the rest, and the Onager-class Star Destroyer and its escorts were also silent.

    The angle in-which the Onager had arrived in-system suggested a trajectory from the Unknowns, near Lehon and the Rakatan Remnant, but not much else. The crews had tentative identified them as an Imperial off-shoot. Dark Empire of the Hand, or Empire of the Shadow Hand, for short, as Onager-class vessels and Lucrehulk carriers were definitely the province of the Dark Empire and also the Empire of the Hand... which did not fit with either.

    Trec blew out a small sigh, that part was accounted for and they were acting instead of reacting. There was little he could do about the new arrivals, but he wasn't inclined to bring anyone outside Wedge or Reige in on his plan. It was a risk, but Trec figured that those two could take the most advantage of the situation.

    Trec walked over to the sensor monitor, it looked like there were some Adumari satellites showing up, so he knew they were planning a rescue operation. He thought he also thought that he spotted the signature emissions from the new RZ-4 prototype that would compliment the TIE Defender Scouts.

    Trec immediately thought, I am behind on the situation at home, wherever that is.

    The updates floated in, that Ajan Kloss was still out of contact, that Kuat was being reinforced, that galactic trade was being ferried through the Axum system and to Coruscant and then to an unknown location and project...

    That Mortis had reinvigorated itself by consuming most of Adumar's moon and was now patrolling the system for strays…

    It hurt to see Adumar as it was, in fact, the only good thing going on were the signals of the Rogriss - class Mk IV stations defensively placed between Mortis and Adumar. Trec couldn't tell how many were there, but the debris fields indicated that several were lost over time.

    In some ways, the worse part was the atmospheric readings coming from the system. It not only meant that their homeworld was lost, but it was off-limits for the time being. Please tell me there's a plan for here, Nadia, Jagged, Adam, we need outside help.

    The galaxy had essentially, it seemed, fell into ruin without a central government.

    Snoke had no interest in order, his lesser forces were roving the galaxy bullying systems into handing over materiel, like a colossal protection racket. Even if there were no Star Destroyers assigned to the project, if a Maxima-class heavy cruiser arrived in-system, it had eighteen squadrons of TIE Predators and you would be very poorly placed to resist.

    Naboo had officially submitted articles of membership to the Galactic Empire, as had Atrisia too. Bilbringi and Borleias as well, stitching up a definite flank up the western flank. Who commanded the Empire was up for grabs, essentially.

    Mortis was slowing its patrols though, as if there was a lull...

    The Wraiths were waiting for a new signal, another triangulation of the enemy base. Jakku had sent the signals previously, but now, not one in the last six months. They had to wait for Mortis to receive new instructions...


    Trec knew that the new economy building up, but his estimates were months, maybe even a year old, based upon the buildup around Adumar, Nadia, and Adam, among others had adjusted the numbers upwards, it made him curious how they would attempt to break the siege and how massive an undertaking would be. It pleased him that they were not giving up, but he wanted to know what they were doing so he could jump in that direction.

    There was a comm call waiting for him.

    Call sign.

    Vader.

    Trec rolled his eyes, Someone thinks they are funny, "Put it on screen back here."

    He put on his headphones, "I hope that you're proud of yourself. The Comm officer already hit their quota of heart attacks."

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