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Star Wars STAR WARS: The Road to the Final Episode

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  1. Sinrebirth

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

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    If this isn't the ending you desired -

    If it brings you despair -

    Then leave this world for another.

    Your options are endless.

    But.


    If you do leave this world behind, don't expect to return to the one from which you came -

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  2. Sinrebirth

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

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    Blades sank into a body.

    Through.

    Flesh became spirit.

    That wasn’t supposed to happen.

    No.

    But it did.

    He did.

    Snap.

    Changed.
     
  3. Sinrebirth

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

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    IC: TYPHOJEM
    100,000 BBY

    The Left Handed Lord was a cunning strategist.

    He thought in terms of realms, timelines, and omniverses.

    He was, after all, the Great-Grandson of the First Darkness.

    Typhojem hated that.

    As He would say.

    Gods have no family.

    He is, after all, endless.

    And so, as He stood in the void, foreseeing that the massed forces of the Ones would come to face Him soon, He spun out his own future.

    The Kaiburr Crystal; secreted on Mimban with a shard of Himself.

    The Dark Holocron; seeded into the future, where it would one day contain a hundred millennia of Sith history.

    The Apoptosis Gate - the access to the Higher and Lower Realms, that had been created, but it would be sealed within the Well.

    There would be a 'Time Lock' on the Cosmic Wars.

    The End of Time would come when the Gate was opened by three Keys.

    When the Ones were dead.

    That Gate had stuttered open and allowed Sistros, Faya and Braata through.

    Inexplicably.

    But it would be fully opened by Darth Haretisch.

    It already had.

    But then -

    The Protector Masters leapt into the Gate.

    He turned, a wordless NO, and in that moment, had He spoken, they would have been obliterated -

    But instead they went through.

    Into His future.

    HOW DARE THEY!
     
  4. Sinrebirth

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

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    At the bottom of the Well; Mortis - 156 ABY

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    They arrived to a place that would be familiar to each of them.

    The Well of the Dark Side.

    Lava bit at them, in the ashen sky.

    It was a play of what had happened before… and after.

    Three corpses lay on the ground; at least two still.

    One stood before them, wounded, yes.

    He had done it.

    He’d slaughtered the three of them.

    They’d marched on the Well to defend it from the forces of the Sith Pantheon, a confederation of darksiders who were determined to release the Old Ones, in league with Abeloth, and played by the traitor Ku’ar Danar.

    But they’d expected Darth Haretisch to aid them. To use the Keys that three Lords of the Sith had inherited, or had bestowed upon them -

    The Epitaph Keys.

    Those concerns cultivated by the Master of the Masters.

    Three Keys had been extricated from the Sith dying on the floor. The descendant of Vale; the nameless Lorekeeper; the Zabrak Manticore.

    Their blood was the medium.

    Joren Graal, Bellorum and Dunkeel arrived, with the many memories of Aryan, Soliloquy and others with them.

    They knew this was the moment that Typhojem began the End of Time.

    That he would be coming through the Gate that they had just taken!

    Was this the Master’s plan all along?

    To make it so they arrived here and now?

    At the point of no return?

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  5. Sinrebirth

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

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    A city

    Caedus turned, snarled, and dove away.

    It was Mortis, but also, it was illusionary.

    Towers were everywhere; but not as closely as say Coruscant, but replete enough.

    It was definitely a built-up area, and carbon-fuel powered vehicles traipsed they roads beneath the tower.

    So high up were they that those shades of cars seem indistinct, and the people among them were definitely akin to ants.

    The Black Coat stood, doing something with the moon.

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    He hadn’t been speaking.

    Someone else had.

    He turned to Azathoth, who would wake in a Black Coat of his own, the hood tucked up.

    “So you made it!”

    TAG: @Shadowsun (combo)
     
  6. Sinrebirth

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

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    Many years before the End of Time, before the Resurrection

    Nubia.

    An office.

    In his excitement, Norin Graul (the First), reached for young Arek, and initially seemed to be pulling him into an embrace but he rapidly saw the flicker of concern in his descendants expression -

    And placed his hands around the boys neck.

    “You wouldn’t keep something from your great-great-grandfather, would you now?”

    He began to push, driving Arek down atop the desk, scattering datapads.

    Many, many, years later, a Black-Coat turned his head; worried.

    TAG: @HanSolo29 (combo)
     
  7. Sinrebirth

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    After the Resurrection

    Lumiya snorted at Sybelle, regarded the battered Aryan Graul. “You truly think that he can save anyone?” She toed the man, who she had dropped. “He can’t even save himself.”

    She regarded Sybelle. “What do you know of the Two Oracles of the Sith? If you cannot answer this question, I’ll have no use for you, Chiss.”

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    A smirk. “Not as an Epitaph project, but I do need an apprentice to ruin… my placeholder.”

    She regarded Aryan. “Go, if you can. Your son is down the hallway.”

    Lumiya grinned and ignored the man thereafter.

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  8. Sinrebirth

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

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    Kamino, formerly

    The Fosh regarded the defeated clone, her hand - wet to the touch - vised on the wrist of Xundel. “Thank you, my friend. But now that’s done… I have to deliver you.”

    There was a flash in the Force.

    Of everything she had done; revealed.

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    As she’d spoken, her very tears had poisoned him. A paralytic swept up him, one mixed with Yuuzhan Vong cells to make it even more potent - a microscopic assault as advanced as any mad, bad science of the Master Shapers, the genius of Darth Tenebrous, or the murderous cunning of Dr Gast.

    She smiled.

    “One less hurdle for Rey to overcome. I have done my part, in evening the playing the field. But I must betray you again.”

    The Force was gathered around her.

    Prepared to defend.

    The Rey clone… she snapped it’s neck.

    TAG: @darthbernael (combo)
     
  9. Sinrebirth

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

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    Jakku

    The sensation was Masana; a colossal Force pulse emerged from her, and suddenly the ship was tumbling, screaming damage.

    As Vydra came to her room, the writhing was apparent -

    She’d sprouted tentacles, her eyes blazing pinpricks in blackened sockets, her mouth a maw of teeth -

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    “What in the Force is that,” Maz cried out. “Where did you find her!?”

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  10. Sinrebirth

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

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    Eriadu - in the nineteenth year of the Second Galactic Civil War

    They had been, it would feel, held in a between place, as they crossed from the Twilight Timeline to this one.

    The main one, it was said, by Arb.

    As he explained it, Palpatine had experimented with creating a new timeline, in faking his death when instead Mace Windu should have taken a walk through the window of his office.

    That being a mild failure, what with the Heroes of the Galaxy killing him once and for all...

    ... he'd tried again, Changing things so that he established his cloning facilities on Exegol, and not Byss.

    One more explosion later, he'd tried to amalgamate the two, or, perhaps, someone else did.

    Arb had shrugged.

    It was all tied into what the late, elder Atreus and the aged Tarkin, father of Wilhulf, had been caught up in on Nirauan, in the care of the 'Professor' - one of the Master of Many Names' many, well, names.

    The Black-Coat, the Professor, Wapoe, the Lost Master, the Foreteller, and, of course, Dartitha Trayus, later merely Darth, as the language evolved and moved on...

    But here they were.

    Eriadu.

    Former capital of the warlord state known as the Tarkinate.

    Recently the entire leadership had been killed by an assassin, and a military dictatorship lead by one Admiral Hublin had occurred... only to fall apart when Hublin was killed at the Battle of Coruscant.

    But it was yet another world of politics, shipyards and individuals.

    Everything that Atreus, Tarkin and of course Marana could work with.

    "So here we are. Not far from, um, whatever the name of that world the Jensaarai settled on," he nodded to Masana, the former Saarai-Kaar - the equivalent of Jensaarai Grandmaster.

    "And Eriadu is ripe for the taking. I gather even Kuat is a bit disconnected - conquered by the Empire, led by one of Palpatine's rogue clones." Another shrug. "A chap named Snoke."

    Arb leafed through datapads and handed them over. "Access to accounts. Should be pretty hefty about now. I invested, oh, fifty years ago?" A grin.

    "So, acclimatise yourself, as I won't be staying long." He indicated their ship, a kind of diamond-shaped starfighter, but large enough to contain the four of them.

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    "Can you use your cunning and resources to take over a world, Destructors of the Omni-Verse?"

    TAG: @TheAdmiral, @darthbernael (singles)
     
  11. Sinrebirth

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    IC: Caedus
    The Last Arrival

    It was separated, because it travelled of its own volition.

    Its own scheme and reasoning.

    A Han Solo had made a deal with a Darkness, that he would destroy Darth Vader, and surrender his body.

    That Darkness called itself Caedus.

    But no, not the Caedus that antagonised them on Mortis, no.

    Because that Caedus stood before Han Solo as he awoke inside Mortis.

    Travelling outside a realm with a Gate meant that you could arrive anywhere, and anywhen.

    But he arrived in the nineteenth year of the Second Galactic Civil War of the One Timeline.

    Here.

    Now.

    And so.

    Caedus stood before Han Solo.

    And receded into his true face.

    And ignited a lightsaber blade of green.

    "Hi, Dad."

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    TAG: @HanSolo29 (combo)
     
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  12. Sinrebirth

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

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    They had been cleaved from where they were to be here, a string of fate connecting them all...

    ... the mad design come full circle...

    ... the Final Episode was coming...

    ... the final -
     
  13. Sinrebirth

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

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    How long would they be here, before being released back to whence they came?

    It depended if they escaped, of course.

    If they were freed from all that controlled their lives.

    It was possible.

    It was doable.

    But for the moment...

    ... they were here.

    Facing what they had to face.
     
  14. Lady_Belligerent

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

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    Sybelle
    MZX32905, near Bimmiel

    Sybelle didn’t want Lumiya to notice that she had feelings, or shared an all too brief history with Aryan. The woman might exploit it, and that could be more harmful to Aryan’s already fragile mental state.

    It was difficult when she looked over and met Aryan’s gaze, she thought he might be feeling guilty, and that wouldn’t do. He had to be strong to take on the task of escaping. Her resistance was slipping and she only wanted to run to him, to take him in her arms. She had to push those selfish thoughts aside and be strong, so that Aryan could be strong too.

    Sybelle looked in the direction Lumiya had directed Aryan, ’go, hurry and save your son.’ She had no clue how she was able to stay so calm, all she tried to think about was Aryan getting to safety. Hopefully he heard her words and he would run, and get as far away from here and never return.

    “Are you in the habit of ruining your apprentices, ma’am?” Sybelle turned her focus on the woman, “don’t you think I’m a little mature for an apprentice, even as a disposable one?”

    The lightwhip definitely intimidated Sybelle, and she dreaded learning what it's bite would feel like. Would this person use it on her? It seemed probable.

    “I was… am, an archaeologist, so I am familiar with the tales of artifacts such as an oracle stone. Of course, I’m not sure if that’s what you speak of.”

    Sybelle’s fingernails were digging into her palms to keep her hands steady, “sadly I wouldn’t know if such a stone exists or is simply a legend. Maybe you could share anything you’ve learned about this?”

    Tag: @HanSolo29 @Sinrebirth
     
  15. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Aryan Graul
    Asteroid Habitat

    The surprise was evident on Aryan’s face when Lumiya ultimately accepted the conditions of their proposal—but not without taunting, of course. While her provocative words had easily pierced his weakened defenses and compounded his anxiety, he was able to momentarily suppress its effects to reflect on the strange turn of events. He hadn’t expected their desperate plea to actually succeed, and he became naturally suspicious of her motives. In fact, he felt tempted to renege his offer to ensure that she couldn’t hurt them further.

    Until he noticed the palpable change in her behavior. Suddenly, she seemed disinterested in his plight. He was nothing; a mere pawn who she could easily discard. The Dark Lady’s attention had now shifted to another… to Sybelle.

    Aryan’s heart clenched with worry, causing physical pain to manifest within his chest. His hand clutched at his tattered shirt to ease his discomfort, and he gasped as it became difficult to draw breath. He wanted to intervene and prevent Sybelle from carrying out her end of the deal. He couldn’t allow her to make such a costly mistake, especially not for him.

    However, as she had moments before, his former lover broke into his mind and offered him encouraging thoughts. 'Go, hurry, and save your son.'

    Sybelle had given him her consent to leave. How could he refuse her? He wouldn't dare betray her trust and destroy everything she had suffered for. Deep down, he still… loved her.

    Biting his lower lip, Aryan nodded to acknowledge her words. His gaze lingered a moment longer before he reluctantly turned and retreated toward the exit. As he staggered into the corridor that Lumiya had indicated, he gripped the side for support and pulled his body along hand over hand, shuffling along in a slow, lumbering motion until he reached his destination.

    Aryan did not hesitate as he crossed the threshold to save Arek.

    TAG: @Lady Belligerent; @Sinrebirth
     
  16. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Joren Graal [Sistros]
    Well of the Dark Side, Mortis

    ~156 ABY~


    The sulfuric air burned Joren’s nose as he stood upon the ash-covered ground, fire and brimstone rising up on the horizon in an endless sea of destruction for as far as the eye could see. It was all familiar to him… perhaps a little too familiar. After their personal encounter with Typhojem in the spiritual domain, returning to Mortis and the Well of the Dark Side almost felt like a homecoming of sorts.

    Except this was different.

    It wasn’t the same realm or even the same time.

    They had returned to the past… their past, but the One Timeline’s future. Joren couldn’t begin to explain all of the technicalities that had allowed them to essentially time travel, but perhaps it didn’t matter. He recognized this as the moment when Darth Haretisch had opened the gate to grant Typhojem access to their reality. However, the Left-Handed God had yet to pass through the seal, which offered a hint as to their purpose here.

    Was this the culmination of their efforts? Did the Master intend for them to prevent The End of Time from happening?

    Joren inclined his chin to survey their surroundings, reaching down to idly clasp Bellorum’s hand in his own. He was mindful that a version of himself was among the chaos—in the form of Aryan Graul. However, it wasn’t his goal to directly intervene with his affairs… not yet, anyway. Instead, he focused on the three bodies sprawled on the precipice of the lava lake. The trio had served as the final sacrifice for the ancient ritual; the three Keys that would unleash the leviathan from the gates of hell.

    Darth Manticore.

    The Lorekeeper.

    … and Syren.

    A frown crossed Joren’s countenance as he stared at the woman’s pale features, her fiery locks cascading over her shoulders to pool around her lifeless form. For a fleeting moment, his heart ached for the memory of their unconventional romance, but it quickly passed. The passion they had once shared had become nothing more than a fading spark that would soon dissolve into the wind, though he still reached for it one last time… if only to bid his former lover a final farewell.

    Closing his eyes briefly, Joren then squeezed Bellorum’s hand and finally cast Syren out of his life forever. He felt emboldened by this process, reaffirming his commitment to Tera in all her iterations. They were inseparable; two souls existing as one.

    Eternal.

    Only then did he unclip the lightsaber from his belt and turn to confront Haretisch. With a flick of his thumb, he ignited the brilliant, blue blade.

    "You must be proud of your accomplishments," Joren called over the howling wind, his eyes reflecting his resolve. "You’ve betrayed your companions, slaughtered your mentors, and are about to unleash an era of perpetual pain and suffering on an unsuspecting galaxy. And for what?! An empty promise that would condemn you to the depths of hell? If all you seek is oblivion, I can certainly grant you that release."

    A light scoff issued from his lips as he took a cautious step forward. "However, I prefer to approach this another way. You may know me as Aryan Graul in your time, but so much has transpired since our last encounter. As the victor who defeated Cold Danda Sane, Typhojem’s progenitor, I’m here to remind you that it’s not too late. You can turn away from this, Haretisch, and choose the right path."

    Joren extended his hand to emphasize his point. "You can choose life."

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  17. Lady_Belligerent

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

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    IC: Bellorum Graul - Braata
    Well of the Dark Side, Mortis

    If nightmares were scented, then they would definitely be the stench of roasted rotting flesh that Bell would now associate with this place. Mortis…

    It was jarring to see Haretisch standing before her after the time that had passed since she’d last seen him. She was grateful when Joren spoke up, it allowed Bell to take in the scene around her and steady her thoughts.

    Only moments ago they’d been standing before Typhojem, and now Haretisch was moments from freeing the demon from his cell. The Left-Handed God that had loomed over the three of them moments ago, was no doubt waiting to start his rein of terror and destruction.

    She’d barely glanced at the three bodies, it didn’t seem important since they were beyond saving. Syren lay closest to her.

    Bell hadn’t seen her since she’d blamed Bellorum for Aryan being drugged and holos taken of him with Valieri, it was even more of a blow when it seemed Aryan believed Syren… after all Bell had done for him. Thankfully he learned the truth and broke his ties to the twisted woman, who never once supported him when he was wounded.

    All that could be done for Syren, Manticore, and Lorekeeper now was the act of burning their remains, perhaps there would be time later to carry out that deed. They had all once been companions and she would try to show them that one final act of respect, even if she knew they might not do the same for her.

    Feeling Joren take her hand, Bell quickly glanced to look at his familiar face, his eyes. For the first time since she’d found herself here, she saw him in Joren. Aryan’s eyes were staring back at her, and that was the sign she needed.

    It was okay. He had seen the shell of his former lover laying there, empty, and he sealed Syren out his heart for good. Bell now understood how their destinies were intertwined and nothing would sunder their bonds. History had been written for them long ago, and it was perfect.

    She hoped that Joren’s words got through to the wounded man before them, he was moments away from surrendering his own life, and it felt that they had to at least try and save him.

    “Let us heal your wounds,” she asked Hatetisch, “we can help you out of this mess.”

    Tag@ Sinrebirth @HanSolo29 @Darth_wanderguard @Mitth_Fisto
     
  18. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, Fuego, Pyrofuego! star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    IC Marana and Tarkin
    Eriadu - in the nineteenth year of the Second Galactic Civil War

    Tarkin gazed out of the viewscreen, at his homeworld. ’Well…not my homeworld, per se. It is Eriadu but in another timeline.’ he thought. He glanced over at Marana, ”This is definitely a different universe, ours is much more destroyed. But, it is Eriadu and the people there should know the Tarkins.”

    His gaze shifted, taking in his granddaughter. A sigh escaped, Jori, I’m not sure what happened in this reality between my Jori and I but, no matter what, any genetic test will show that you are a Tarkin as well and that will be important down there.”

    Marana nodded at Arb, ”Susevfi.” she reminded him. ”Are the Jensaarai here in this reality too? They could be of great assistance.” she mused.

    She smiled at the title that Arb was insisting upon using. ”Destructors of the Omni-Verse, hmmm? You know the Keshians mythology would paint us as demon gods with a name like that.”

    Tarkin snorted at her statement, ”Destructors has a certain ring, and we are planning on doing our all here, to stop the Master of Masters. But…a mix of the Jensaarai and Eriaduans would be a formidable mix.”

    He leaned on his cane as he glanced at Arb, ”Would have been nice if you had made me a bit younger when we crossed over.”

    Glancing at the planet below again, ”So…are we planning on landing at the capital or some outlying region?”

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  19. Sinrebirth

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

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    IC: Ike
    Attack on Titan

    They likely felt when the Patriarch left them be. For one, his avatar, or servant, or ally, whatever, departed entirely.

    Ike was battered and basically down because of the Pure Titan, and they were fighting hard but it wasn’t precisely easy - the creatures didn’t die like normal monsters. But one thing was clear; they weren’t like a Darkness, or whatever equivalent was roaming.

    He looked for Alecto and Cocytus in the chaos. The violence had driven them into the Main Street of the walled town - and there was a quartet of larger mongrel Titan’s battling; a giant ape, a brute with glass-like fists, an armoured warrior, and a smaller Titan with razor claws and a giant jaw - though the latter was down and out.

    It wasn’t the best look, as the brute and the warrior sparred like they weren’t giants. Gnats of humans flew around them on wires and cables, using rockets and blades -

    Then the ape took a shot on its nape and crashed to the ground -

    And an immense oversized Titan, it’s neck elongated, began gnawing at the neck of the armoured warrior as he pinned the other -

    He was nudged from his focus as an immense arm landed besides him, the one shorn by a lightsaber -

    But -

    “The neck!” Ike spluttered, using the Force to leap over another grabbing hand, and Alecto pumped a shot into its neck, shot after shot -

    “Cocytus!”

    Ike didn’t have time to wonder why there were only three of them left. However, he did note one of the locals coming to their aid, firing a missile that slammed into the open mouth of one Pure Titan and erupted through its neck, dropping it -

    It didn’t heal!

    The one that Cocytus had ripped an arm from, it was steaming from the damage, and a new limb was forming -

    Definitely the neck!

    “Who the hell are you?”

    Matthaeus looked at the strange group, not quite armed or attired like others in the Survey Corps. He didn’t reply, dodging a hand -

    Ike realised he’d lost track of someone, looked for Kardis, saw a Pure Titan literally hurling itself, mouth first, at him -

    What in the Nine Corellian Hells were these creatures?

    TAG: @Darth Cocytus, @greyjedi125
    —-
    IC: Agent Smith

    The Matrix

    They would sense it, or rather, see it. One moment they were seeing their surroundings carry by, and then, it happened again - Deja vu.

    A cat mewled at them, and then the windows became walls -

    The Patriarch’s presence was missing… as were his representatives. Had they been taken away by whatever had adjusted the very system around them?

    But a door was also present where it had not been - it opened, and Smith stood there. The man looked at them behind his sunglasses.

    “Purpose… what is your purpose here…” a grimace; disgust. “Your code is… anomalous.”

    “But if you wish to survive what happens next…” a smirk. “You should come with me. The Matrix is not forgiving.”

    He turned, and through the door they would see a room of screens, surrounding them all, if they stepped through.

    The cat, for his part, hissed at Smith, who glared at it as he turned…

    … but undoubtedly the sudden influx of code would draw the eye of the operator supporting Kiowa, who would give him a hint that a building had just been rewired -

    Deja vu was merely the system changing something, and a building had seemingly been randomly sealed off - there were no known human assets in that part of the city, and yet, the Matrix had purposely sealed whoever was inside - strange code and all - and that invited investigation… no?

    TAG: @Jerjerrod-Lennox, @greyjedi125 (combo), single for @Vehn if he wants to play along!
    —-
    Heart

    It was a bit more dramatic for Soliloquy.

    Whatever or wherever he had been, it was gone, and for a brief moment he unmistakably hung in space - and then Heart enfolded him, a bit panicked by his sudden appearance in vacuum.

    Are you okay?

    The small Tho Yor spoke, worried.

    TAG: @Mitth_Fisto (combo)


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  20. Sinrebirth

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

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    IC: Lumiya
    Amused, after the Resurrection

    She turned and led Sybelle to a room inside the caverns, ignoring Aryan's scrambling.

    They turned a corner and then Lumiya turned back, placing something in the Chiss woman's hands.

    It was round, completely spherical, and for a moment it flashed with a memory of who had once held it.

    [​IMG]

    The voice was grave... the hands that held it, were not her own, they stank of decay, her entire skin, for a brief moment.

    Then she was back in her own body.

    Another image, of an aged man, commanding the Oracle Stone.

    [​IMG]

    Darth Tyranus, or, to her, Count Dooku.

    Lumiya watched, and waited for her to react.

    TAG: @Lady Belligerent
    ---
    IC: Arek Graul

    Bound, in body and soul

    Eventually the room was revealed.

    It had no door, which was odd perhaps for a prison.

    But when Aryan made his way around the entrance of the area, where the Force tugged him - where Arek drew him...

    He would see why the cell need not be locked.

    [​IMG]

    It was a box... styled in the art of the ancient New Mandalorians, a pacifist faction that did not survive the Clone Wars.

    A beskar sarcophagus.

    The Force struck at Aryan with a vision.

    A memory of the past.

    [​IMG]

    A Sith Lord had been held in this box.

    Darth Maul.

    TAG: @HanSolo29
     
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  21. Sinrebirth

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

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Arb
    The Time of the Second Great War

    The older of their crew - physically, anyway - leaned on his cane as he glanced at Arb, ”Would have been nice if you had made me a bit younger when we crossed over.”

    "Oh ya," Arb said, bemused.

    Tarkin was wryly sounding, as if de-aging was simply within his power. "So…are we planning on landing at the capital or some outlying region?”

    "Capital, surely, to announce the return of the Tarkin's and our new and shiny alliance with the Kuat, no?" He gave Atreus the side eye. "Or are you intending to go all Force-wise on us and head off to join the Jedi, Jori?"

    A sly turn of his head back to Masana. "Whatever we're called, who cares. We're the skifter in the deck that the Master has stacked. We're going to build something to throw at him and his Protectors." A grin. "And the first thing this... Confederacy is going to need, is Force Users."

    "If there weren't Jensaarai here, you wouldn't have been brought along." A wink.

    "So, if you want to ally the Jensaarai with Eriadu, we can get started on, I dunno, convincing the Sluis Van shipyards to join us?"

    His eye glittered with malice and purpose.

    "The southern galaxy hasn't yet been penetrated by the resurgent Empire. Apart from Naboo, they're no further to conquering this quadrant. We could easily take it, and build something or other here..."

    He was almost lazy. "That Eternal Empire, sans the droids, perhaps?"

    TAG: @darthbernael, updated TAG for @TheAdmiral
     
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  22. AgentViper007

    AgentViper007 Force Ghost star 7

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    OOC: A combo with @Sinrebirth

    IC: Vydra Delomeux & The Spirit Posse, Maz Kanata, Abeloth
    Location: Night Buzzard, Jakku


    Why the hell was she back? Had she somehow consumed Masana? Was Masana her all along?

    "That is Abeloth" Vydra simply said "A rather nasty creature I fought in spirit form. This however looks like the real thing….." and the problem was if that was Masana's body she was inhabiting he would have to kill her.

    It was his first proper fight against a god. What better time to test one's skills. Pascale's One and Twilight and Qwi all rallied to Vydra. They knew they had a job to do, help Vydra. Would Beaumont join in?

    Vydra pulled the Skywalker blade off his belt and moved into Guard of the Hawk stance "Hello sweetie, been a long time. Now you be a good girl and crawl back to whatever hole you came out of".

    Abeloth grinned. "Thank you for bringing me out of Mortis. I am merely a shadow of her greatness. But my reaching Mortis allowed me to weave a body." She sat up, flexed her fingers. "Callista Masana. A former Jedi Knight; a powerful host for my avatar."

    Beaumont had his fists clenched, ready. Abeloth regarded him, and the other spectral presences, finally looking to Maz. "You've quite a crew, Yanjon. Or was it Faya? I forget." She was seemingly nonplussed by the lightsaber blade.

    "Yanjon, formerly" Vydra responded simply "Now? Just a thorn in your side, that irritating itch you can't get rid of. Scourge of darksiders everywhere" he grinned and flamboyantly twirled his blade.

    He knew a bit more about Masana, or Callista now. He would try and save her, or at least rescue her spirit.

    The Pascales and Qwi gave Abeloth stares that wanted to melt Abeloth right then and there. Ready to shield and deflect.

    "So come and get me….if you can"

    Abeloth snorted. "I'm more interested in the Celestial tech that the little bug-eyed one here needs the blue frail one for." A tentacle indicated Maz and then Qwi.

    "Can you truly wizard through such things?" Her eyes fluttered at Qwi.

    Qwi hissed at Abeloth "You have no idea what I am capable of, and if I were aware of Celestial tech there is no way I would give anything to you. You can't have me"

    "And you'd have to go through me and those other three chaps there to get her. Bad luck sweetie" Vydra responded.

    Abeloth's tentacles and shapes receded, and she adopted the form she once had.

    "I'm simply along for the ride, my friends. Acclimatising myself to this..." she regarded the body. "Fictional form was an issue, is all. I am not a threat, I merely reverted to form because I was..."

    "... afraid?" Maz supplied.

    "Me?" She sounded indignant.

    "If you're a shadow, and using some kind of body that you made on Mortis, I am pretty sure you're counting your blessings," Beaumont said. "I bet it won't last forever."

    Abeloth lidded her eyes. "Let's not speak anymore of that. Jakku, yes? Celestial technology?"

    Maz looked wistful. "Or, you could explain why we shouldn't just space you... but it's not my ship." Her eyes looked to Vydra and the others.

    Qwi folded her arms "I agree, why should we not space you? You tried to attack Vydra, conned him into helping you from Mortis and you are some god who wants Celestial tech. Sounds fishy to me".

    Her statement received nods from both Pascales.

    "And you want Qwi too" Vydra added "I know what you are, what you do. You've taken an innocent woman and taken her body and spirit".

    He lowered his blade but kept it lit "So tell me your plan, if I catch you lying you get spaced".

    Abeloth rolled her eyes. "I'm not really strong enough to do much, at this point." She shrugged. "Fear is the food of Gods, and it's not as if you've brought me somewhere full of that. A backwater, empty of people for the most part, and I'm not most of myself nowadays." A slight grin.

    "You can keep speaking in riddles, or die, I imagine," Maz said.

    A sigh. "Beyond the Shadows we can leave our bodies and create an essence of ourselves. Once strong enough, it can be split, and possess two bodies." She looked at her hands. "My essence was so wounded nearly two decades ago that I can barely fill a single body. I am all Shadow, here and now. Weak, mewling." Disgust entered her tone. "If Vydra wants to hold a thirty-five thousand year grudge, who am I to disagree." A shrug. "But being as the Master manipulated you into letting me free..."

    Vydra sniffed in derision "I keep being reminded of that. And you have still told us nothing of your plan".

    "You remind me of the Master, always speaking riddles and nonsense. So get to the point, or you can find yourself rather dead…."

    Abeloth pouted. "Snoke has a Shadow too. Not just his corporeal self. We kill his body, or even bodies, it won't make a difference. We need to break his power, and that means breaking his control of the Celestial tech."

    She eyed Jakku. "I reckon it's down there."

    "So that's where I come in '' Qwi said "Try and figure out what this technology uses and then destroy it. It must have some sort of power source or maybe even a Force source".

    Vydra nodded "And if it's Force based source I can try and break it's hold. Snoke mentally damaged me" he smirked "I think it's time for some payback".

    "I did wonder why Callista brought us here. If it can help bring the galaxy back to the light well…let's do it"

    "What's your stake in all this though? I thought you loved chaos…"

    Abeloth shrugged. "I can't precisely have my way with the Sith working with the Darknesses... my parents, my uncles, my aunts - I don't care to share the cosmos with them."

    Maz sniffed. "So you will betray us when it suits you."

    "At least that makes me reliable," Abeloth said, grinning.

    Beaumont pouted, but shrugged. "I'm loath to point out that it's been often that the Republic and Jedi only won because the forces of the dark side in-fought. Ajunta Pall and the Shadow Sith Lords; Kressh and Sadow and Vitiate; Revan and Malak and the Triumvirate; the Dark Council; Ruin and his apprentices; Palpatine and Lumiya and Caedus and Snoke..."

    He looked to the other resident historians, the Pascale's. "It's probably our best hope if Abeloth here helps us take down Snoke."

    Turning her eyes to Vydra, she regarded him deeply and fully. "It's your decision. Your ship. Your destiny."

    Vydra was thinking hard, the Pascales looked at each other after Beaumonts speech and nodded.

    "Sith infighting has indeed been happening over the generations" said Pascale One "Perhaps infighting this time could help us"

    "A Celestial could be useful indeed" said Pascale Twilight "But I would exercise caution".

    Vydra sighed "Well I haven't got anything else to do so I might as well take this on. Do some good at least and perhaps stop this needless war. If I can stop this darkness spreading then well…what have I got to lose?"

    He extinguished his blade "But you betray us" he growled at Abeloth "I will have no hesitation in sending you back into a dark pit where you belong".

    Qwi meanwhile had been thinking "I've just had a thought. I'm not sure whether I can destroy this technology in spirit form. Perhaps this needs to be done physically".

    She shrugged "If there is a way to do this then it could help. Besides, I don't have to worry about death this time. I lost everything when I died, my spirit will head straight to oblivion this time. If I can do some good before then, redeem myself then i'm all for it"

    TA: @Sinrebirth
     
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  23. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Lady Kardis Talathee
    When Titan’s Attack!

    Something unexpected and strange had occurred in all the commotion. In her perceptions, Kardis became aware that only Ike, Cocytus and Alecto were accounted for; the others were gone, as though they had never been present.

    She would not let that irritation brought by this realization diminish her focus, but rather, use it to increase her efforts. It didn’t matter who was left, regaining control of their situation was imperative to their survival at this juncture.

    These creatures, these Titans were apparently resilient, they enjoyed the benefits of corporeal regeneration- but everything made could be unmade, everything living could be killed, if only one knew how.

    “The neck!!” a familiar voice cried out.

    Leave it to Ike to discover the trick of it first.

    Kardis waited not a breath as she went into action, they had to get clear of these creatures as soon as possible.

    Eyes like crimson found Ike and his imminent situation, a titan was rushing him. Kardis took a prodigious leap, her eldritch ring flaring once again, even as her form became lighter than air- propelled at great speeds. The creature was focused on Ike, a mistake she exploited.

    As she sailed over the rushing titan, an oversized verdant scythe of eldritch energy appeared from thin air. The weapon sang as it cleaved through the air, then the neck of the rushing titan. Kardis turned in mid-air to land, her form solidifying as she touched down, the verdant scythe twirling in her hands- she expected a full decapitation.

    Close to them, a local soldier made an earnest inquiry. His tone was questioning, but not threatening. This was acceptable. Kardis remained silent for the moment.

    There was easy way to covey the notion that their timeline was fixed and nothing they did here would bring a change.

    Hopefully, they were not all trapped here.


    Tag: @Sinrebirth, @Darth Cocytus
     
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  24. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    OOC: The following is a combo with Sinrebirth – thank you so much! [:D]


    IC: Arek Graul and Norin Graul

    Private Office, the Graul Estate, Nubia

    The only warning Arek received about the imminent danger came in the form of a slight prickle at the base of his skull. It lingered a moment before the sensation proceeded to travel down the length of his spine, causing his body to involuntarily shudder. He recognized it as the Force, and he was able to brace himself just as Norin’s hands enclosed around his throat and drove him back against the desktop.

    In the ensuing confusion, Arek grunted and clenched his teeth, the force of the impact scattering flimsies and datapads in all directions.

    "You wouldn’t keep something from your great-great-grandfather, would you now?" the older man growled in his manic state.

    For a moment, Arek could only lay back and stare into those crazed-filled eyes. It was truly remarkable how quickly the man had succumbed to his insecurities. It was as if someone had toggled a switch inside his brain to conjure this feral beast who wore his grandfather’s face. Norin had physically harmed him in the past, and he knew that he couldn't remain complacent in such a precarious position. Not this time. Not if he wanted to subdue the monster.

    As if on instinct, Arek lowered one hand to his side to retrieve the Solo lightsaber while the other reached up to grab Norin’s right wrist. "I told you," the young man spoke sharply, his countenance twisting into a sneer as he compelled the Force to augment his strength. "It’s not wise to know too much about your future… and you… just… proved that."

    With a frenzied yell, he ignited the lightsaber’s green blade and brought it around to slash across Norin’s back. It was not a killing blow; he only intended to graze the flesh, and hopefully, scare the man into submission.

    Norin howled, and recoiled away, tripping over his chair and tumbling to the corner.

    He was almost feral, and he scrambled around the desk. "Guards, guards!"

    He exhorted, calling out.

    "Jedi assassin!"

    Arek staggered back and uttered a quiet curse at his lack of foresight—he should’ve anticipated the man’s hostile reaction, though he refused to extinguish the lightsaber to placate the situation. In his mind, they were beyond that. Norin Graul was a dangerous man, and he wasn’t taking any chances.

    Still, he couldn’t allow the guards to take him when they arrived. His mission was far too important, and he couldn’t afford any delays.

    Biting his lower lip, Arek took a cautious step forward, his hands tightening marginally on the lightsaber hilt. "I didn’t intend for this to happen," he murmured under his breath, the annoyance evident in his tone. "I thought you would be willing to cooperate, especially with the nature of my task. You've done your research on the Epitaph, so you should know what’s at stake. You could’ve risen to great heights, received the recognition you deserve… and I could’ve helped you achieve that."

    He inwardly cringed at that notion. It wasn’t ideal to encourage the man’s controlling nature by stroking his narcissistic personality, though it was necessary to appeal to his sensibilities. At this juncture, it was more favorable to have him as a reluctant ally than an enemy. All he needed was that final push…

    "If you refuse to assist me, then I have no choice," Arek sighed in a dramatic fashion to emphasize the gravity of the situation. "Maybe your son would provide the help I need to find my father."

    "My son!" Norin snarled, eyes flittering to the lightsaber hilt initially, and then back, lips licked.

    The door crashed down and a burly individual appeared, sporting cybernetics and a cloak.

    Sith Trooper.

    "Secure him!" Norin spat.

    A crimson blade emerged in the man's hand, and a roar ripped out into the Force.

    The bellow slammed into his psyche and proceeded to spread to all facets of his being, the darkness slowly permeating his body like a disease. Arek noticeably trembled and staggered back several paces, his countenance turning pale. He felt the bile rising in his throat, and it took all of his willpower to resist the urge to empty the contents of his stomach.

    There was no denying the negative impact this creature had on his faculties. The last time he had encountered it was in his nightmares, and before that—

    Images flashed in quick succession in his mind's eye—

    An explosion rocked the horizon, followed by towering flames that licked the skies above Coruscant’s urban sprawl. A decimated building with hapless bodies pouring from its coffers, mangled and charred. Screams of pain and terror, overshadowed by the constant thrum of blaster fire.

    That’s when the creatures appeared, stepping forth from the shadows.

    They plowed through the throng of beings trying to flee the chaos, carving a deadly swath of destruction in their wake. They were relentless; they showed no mercy. Everyone in their path met the same fate. It was a grisly death; blood flowed through the streets.

    And now they have come here…

    … but how was that possible?

    If he was right about the chronological sequence of events, how had Norin Graul acquired Sith Troopers long before their time? Before the arrival of Krayt and his minions? It was decades before the Sith Empire would ever have a chance to create them.

    Unless…

    Arek couldn’t bring himself to finish that thought. With a slight gasp, his eyes darted between Norin and the hulking warrior, his jaw working wordlessly as he tried to formulate a plan. But in the spur of the moment, there was no time to ponder all the possibilities. The implications were far too great. He simply… ran.

    Using the Force to augment his speed and agility, Arek clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and took a leap of faith as he crashed through the nearest window to escape. Hopefully, the fall wasn’t too great, and he would live to warn others of the terrible truth he had learned.

    TAG: @Sinrebirth
     
  25. Lady_Belligerent

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

    Registered:
    Jan 29, 2008
    IC: Sybelle
    MZX32905, near Bimmiel

    Sybelle quickly brushed away a tear as Aryan made his way to his son, she had to hope that Aryan would have done the same if the situation had been reversed. Maybe he would have taken actions that could have saved their daughter. Maybe that was why Sybelle had been revived. Could some deity have placed her with Aryan so he could save his son?

    That probably wasn’t the case, it was just folly, but she needed something to cling to. A reason for why she was able to walk away from the only man she’d ever loved without being able to tell him that.

    Following Lumiya, she was in awe of the cavern they had walked into. Sybelle was so engrossed with seeing everything that she almost bumped into her captor when she’d suddenly stopped.

    By reflex Sybelle had taken the orb thrust into her hands, and she was immediately struck by a scene playing in her mind. Without realizing it, her hands gently stroked the cool surface, it appeared she was giving the stone reassurance and comfort.

    The scent was so overwhelming that she gagged. It was an odor that you had to prepare yourself in advance to manage. Rotting dead flesh, had an unmistakable scent, the hands were old and crumbly, the haunting voice fit the corpse-like hands.

    It was gone as quickly as it had startled her, she breathed in deeply now that the odor had passed.

    She looked at Lumiya, but instead of seeing her, she dissolved into an older man ordering the stone. It wasn’t clear what he wanted, unless it was the Dark Hope promised by the dead man.

    Her grasp on the stone tightened, she willed it to show her more, but the scene was gone and she was back standing in the cavern.

    Sybelle noticed Lumiya watching her and asked, “are you looking for the same thing? This Dark Hope that Dooku and Palpatine wanted?”

    Tag: @Sinrebirth @HanSolo29
     
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