A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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A sharp, cold wind shrieked through Vandelhelm's capital. Like daggers, it pierced the flesh of any who mustered enough courage to step for outside - to challenge its wrathful torment. This was the city where the Metalsmith's Guild had been founded. This was a world of vast natural resources with many alloys and ores - perfect for a man to come into business with. Vandelhelm would prove to be a haven of wealth and resources should Aaramis come to terms on a potential alliance of trade agreement while he was here.
Aaramis had be born a world not very different from this once, a mining world with an abundance of natural resources, but he had not been born into a proper name or a proper family. He had been a bastard who knew no father and had been force to learn the ways of life on his own. His mother had raised him as best she could, but even so, there was only so much a single mother of four children could do to provide; especially when her employment was of the not so proper kind. She slept around for money and that had been how she had gotten to the point of having the four children she could ill afford to raise. Aaramis was the second oldest of the four, and the eldest son. In many ways, he was forced to become a father to his siblings and those actions perhaps helped to mold him into what he was today. His motivation and determination had brought him up from nothing and now he was forging an Empire.
The T-4a Shuttle continued to close in on the planet's surface and Elias continued to make jests at Dari, the attractive, Hapan female. Aaramis sat motionless in the pilot's seat continuing to observe the shuttle's sensors and systems while guiding the craft to the surface with piloting expertise.
= Elias Qorbon = Elias winked at Dari as he continued his flirtatiousness. "Babe . . . I promise you won't regret a thing. Let me take you out for just one meal."
= Dari Charrel = Dari shook her head disapprovingly, her silky black her waving gracefully as she did. She flashed her blue-green eyes to Aaramis and then back to Elias. "No." Her response to his proposition was short and direct; she had zero intention of going anywhere with this man. Even less so in the form of a date.
= Elias Qorbon = He smiled at her. Playing the "hard to get" card really got him going. There simply wasn't quite anything exactly like the desire of wanting something that you just can't quite seem to have. "What's the matter? Afraid you might like it? Afraid it made lead to something else?" For a fleeting moment, he thought about reaching to caress her hand, but withdrew when he remembered her rather recent threat.
= Dar Charrel = "Like it? Like something about sitting down with an arrogant, egotistical jackass who thinks and talks about nothing other than himself? Yeah . . . I think I am quite alright without that in my life. Besides, you're not enough of a man for me." Her retort was snappy and aggravated in nature. His games were beginning to become ever more annoying. And they remained persistent.
The incessant failed courting efforts between Dari and Elias, though muffled, was beginning to nag at him. Like humming bird just outside a window, you could hear the unending vibrations cast out as sound waves by the blur that were the flapping wings, but it lacked the volume to trully nag at or annoy anyone. Nevertheless, he continued to guide the ship towards its destination, a landing pad in the southeastern part of the city.
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With the codes and commands both sent and received, Aaramis steered the twenty-six and a half meter craft to the open landing pad. There, he hovered over it for a bit before turning the craft 164 degrees to the right before setting the ship down gently in the center of the landing pad. The pad number was 3A three craft occupied the other three pads that were there for visiting purposes. On pad 1A, sat a YT-1300 Freighter, 2A hosted a Marketta-class shuttle, and 4A, an HWK-290. Three fine craft that seemed to have definitely been taken care of.
Landing pad personnel flourished around the site and looked to be maintaining good order, keeping the pads swept and litter picked up. It was rather impressive to see just how well kept the place was.
Upon landing, Aaramis cut the power to all the ship's computer systems minus that of the Life Support. Life support was vital at all times; that was a given. He walked to and approached the rear of the ship, exiting the bridge in the process; Elias and Dari followed suit. There, he turned to the aft airlock and entered in a code on the control panel to the right side. With the completion of the code, the airlock unlatched and open. The pistons that worked the ramp hissed as it descended to the hardened ground of the platform. Aaramis strode out onto the ramp and walked, his footsteps, a hushed "clap" of the metallic ramp, then a casual "thud" on the platform's hardened surface.
The City was steadfast. Strong and proud, or so it seemed. This, being Aaramis first visit to the planet in a number of years. He expected a lot to have happened since then, but to the naked eye, not much had. The city seemed cleaned, but that was just about it. The population had been cut immensely, likely an effect of the cataclysm that had recently wreaked havoc across the universe. A great death that saw people driven to insanity. Force people to kill and destroy. To raze once great citadels to the ground.
The people that were here were of a variety of races and possibly refugees from the terrible event of rather recent history. Human. Irridonian. Chazrach. There were several here. They ranged in age from small school children to old geezers who looked to be too feeble to even walk. The ranged from absolutely beautiful to hideous and disfigured. All that could be said was there was a diversity.
Stepping out into the streets, Aaramis motioned for Dari and Elias to go about their assignments. To gather food and necessities bring back to the ship while he was to go to the local cantina to possibly get himself up to date here. To figure actual the current state of affairs that resulted from this cataclysm. Even though he'd made himself into a successful man, he didn't need an entire city knowing of his presence here - at least not yet. He wasn't sure how he'd be received.
Aside from the DC-15 blaster pistol holstered at his right hip, Aaramis carried a short phrik blade sheathed in its case at his right boot and a single lightsaber strapped to the underside of either arm and concealed by the sleeve of his tunic.
Finally, Aaramis came across the first Cantina he had seen since proceeding northward on a small street to the east of the rather large platform. The sign simply read "Cantina Rimma." As he entered the place, it reeked of a foul odor, and was highly congested. What the city seemed on the outside, this cantina seemed to seek to disprove. There were beings passed out at the bar and on the floor, obviously wasted after a long night's visit to the place and those who were still conscious were hammered and continuing to take shot after shot after shot. Making his way to the bar area, Aaramis pushed a man out of the way causing him to fall to the ground in an unconscious heap. Then, tapped his finger on the bar while he proceeded to sit where the man he had shoved off had been.
The bartender didn't move, shifting in and out of a state of sleeping. He was a rather scruffy and grizzled looking man, with a shaggy, graying beard. His face was dirty and it was easy to identify him as an Arhan with his thin and frail build and his elongated facial features. He looked to be in his late fifties or even sixties. Needless to say, time had not been nice to him him.
Aaramis pounded the palm of his hand on the bar now to attempt to get the Arhan's attention, but still nothing. He didn't budge; his eyes stayed close.
Then, Aaramis spoke up in a manner of clearing his throat to attempt to gain the man's attention. Again, nothing. What was with this bartender and his lousy service? Did he need a clean blow to his jaw to bring him back or something?
Aaramis rose to his feet now a leaned over the counter. Grabbing the Arhan with both hands on the collar of his shirt, he pulled the man over the counter a bit, but harshly. His temper was beginning to flare, but he was keeping it under control. He hated lousy service. It was mid afternoon and he was receiving service like it was four in the a.m. It needed to fix itself, and it needed to do so now or he would resort to what he knew wasn't appropriate for someone trying to forge positive relationships.
Still, nothing as he had pulled the Arhan man up and over the bar. He let go of the Arhan's collar and let the body fall limp and weak to the ground on the other side of the bar. Just before he did so, though, his crewman, Elias, waltzed into the cantina, obviously looking for him. He high stepped over many of the unconscious figures in the cantina and had a dazed look on his face. Confused and suspicious.
= Elias Qorbon = "You do all this, Cap," Grant said to Aaramis as he watched the frail Arhan man falling weakly behind the bar. An uncanny looked crossed face as he knelt down next to one of the unconscious men fumbling around the pants to see if there were any credits he might be able to snag, still looking up at Massacre. "Now let's see what these drunken fools have on em', eh? Might be able to round up quite a few credits don't ya' think?" As Elias went to the next unconscious individual and began patting him down for credits, he went on to speak to the body, turning his gaze away from Aaramis. "Don't flatter yourself here, ya' git. I'm not trying to feel ya' up. Just snaggin' those credits ya' no longer have reason to keep." The man then proceeded to regain consciousness and as he did so, Grant took notice. "Sorry about this, git, but . . . " Grant drove his right fist into the left said of the man's jaw, a place often referred to in a manner of speaking as "the button" in the sense that "he hit him right on the button."
= Aaramis Ker = He didn't acknowledge Elias when he first entered the cantina, even with his intricate movements to avoid kicking and harassing those who were unconscious on the ground. He took notice of Elias, but never acknowledge him until he started talking to the unconscious figure on the ground. "Didn't I give you orders already, Elias?" He raised an eyebrow toward Grant, knowing exactly the fact that he did.
= Elias Qorbon = Elias proceeded to knock yet another barely conscious figure out as Aaramis' word's came across as he too was still speaking to the barely conscious figures on the ground incoherently now as he continued to strip them of their funds and credits. "Yeah, and I did them. Well, for the most part anyway, Cap." Then Grant proceed to mumble something under his breath, not intending for Massacre to actually understand what he was saying. "Always such a busy body. Never lettin' go and havin' a little fun. Sheesh."
= Aaramis Ker = Indeed, Aaramis did catch the last bit that Elias had mumbled under his breath and before he would even have the chance to think Aaramis had him pinned against the back wall, slamming him up against it by the collar with both hands, suspending him from the ground. "Your outright defiance is not amusing. You defy me me like this again or spit upon my name as you just did again and I'll cut your tongue from your mouth and paint my name in blood across your back." Aaramis released him and Elias fell to his knees, defeated.
= Elias Qorbon = "Understand, Commander." He stood and head to the exit of the cantina, head still hanging in defeat.
Aaramis turned and observed the scene once more. At this point, he really desired something to drink, and it needed to be something heavy. However, the bartender wasn't conscious, nor was anyone else in the Cantina. But finally someone, someone who was actually conscious gathered themselves enough to speak. It was a woman and she had been tucked away, hidden, in the back corner. She was human by the look of things, but quite tall.
Aaramis walked in her direction, hoping to get some answers as to what happened here and why he couldn't order his fucking drink. From the distance before she had looked human, just very tall, but when he closed in on where she was seated, he could distinguish that she wasn't. She was only near-human as she was an Epicanthix, a being very similar to a baseline human distinguished by the fact that they were tall, dark haired, and muscular. He'd never met an independent female Epicanthix before, but he had met many males and knew their prowess for being great warriors.
= Epicanthix Woman = She sat there, in the back corner, hands folded and legs crossed. She wore a black dress, cut off at mid thigh and appeared to any normal man as very seductive. Aaramis noticed, but he was faithful to someone else. As tempting as she was, he couldn't push himself to. It was one of his more honorable qualities. "It was foolish for you to come back here, Boruin," the woman said as he came close to where she was seated. She knew his name and he could not recall having ever said it since arriving here.
= Aaramis Ker = "I'm afraid you've made a mistake, miss. The only thing I know of a 'Boruin' is one that disappeared from this place when he was, but just a child," Aaramis said as he responded to the woman. It was startling to be accused so openly of being someone he wasn't. Perhaps he had a twin out there somewhere.
= Epicanthix Woman = "I'm sorry. I just thought you were that child which went missing years ago. He was a terrific student before he disappeared. Maybe a little trouble, but a terrific student. Oh, I'm sorry a man such as yourself most certainly wouldn't be interested in his tale. I'm sorry to have bothered you with it." Her words were pleasant, but it was evident she was reinforcing the fact that she strongly believe him to be "Boruin," which he was not.
= Aaramis = "Oh, please do. Go on with your tale. You've intrigued me now." It wasn't that Aaramis was truly enticed by it, but he was curious as to what became of the story here, not to mention that she had claimed boy to be a "terrific student." From the knowledge he'd collected over the years, he'd come to know that the student she spoke of had become a Sith Lord out in the Universe somewhere.
= Epicanthix Woman = She cleared her throat before she open her mouth again to begin the tale. "As you have said, Boruin did indeed disappear from his home here on Vandelhelm quite some time ago. Thirty-three years ago on the day, to be precise. However that comes later in the tale. Now to begin.
There was this pair in the beginning. A Sith father and mother that conceived and had a set of twins. Two precious little boys. They were just the most adorable little things and the parenting styles were just astonishing, completely different from what one would expect from the Sith species. The three years that they raised little ole Boruin and his precious brother, Aitir, here on Vandelhelm, were three years of the best parenting that the two had ever had. In fact, citizens from all over Vandelhelm idolized the two for their fantastic parenting abilities and often stopped by and visited for tips as to what they could do to be better and for the first three years of the brothers' lives, here, they were loved and nurtured like no other.
However, it seemed that evil always had its way of ending the good in life. It was quite a shame that such distress was soon to come. It was late in the night on a Thursday and three fugitives escaped from the local prison system and fled deep into the city, finally ending up at the front steps of the house where this lovely family lived. They broke in on that night and, even though it is said that the parents fought valiantly to protect their children and their home, they were cut down by the three men and Aitir was kidnapped while Boruim was left in a pool of the blood of his parents.
Why they kidnapped poor little Aitir, I will never know. Poor boy, I still wonder what ever became of him.
But anyways, when the authorities finally showed up at the home that had just undergone the horrific event due to a concerned neighbor's call because of some shrieks and yells that could be heard, Boruin was found there. His tear glands had run dry, yet he still managed to cry. One of his neighbors took him in after the incident, but things, for Boruin, would never return to the way they were. He had been scarred emotionally and psychologically to the point of no return. Nevertheless, the foster parents would do their best to give him a loving environment to grow in, but he always had this darkness about him, like the person that was Boruin had died and was replaced by demons of some type or another.
His parents, well foster parents, were concerned about his well being and kind of forced him into counseling, but even that didn't work. If anything, it made things worse as within a month of meeting the counselors, he ended up disappearing from the place. His foster parents were found dead, ruthlessly slaughtered the next morning and a week later, a cargo ship that had been sent outbound toward the core of the galaxy was reported missing and having never arrived. It is thought that the boy known as Boruin had stowed away on the craft and taken it over and sent it elsewhere.
It's a shame that such tragedies happen to such great people, but that is the tale of Boruin. I do pray routinely for his well being." As she finished, tears began to flood from her eyes as it was evident that this woman had once and still cared deeply for this individual she had told the tale of and it was his tale.
= Aaramis Ker = Aaramis had sat patiently through her telling of this Boruin's childhood, but found it hard to hold back when she spoke flirtatiously of the children. "Well, I'm not that troubled child you seem to love so much. Your story was - well - a story, but I fail to see how you could think I would be that child. I'm not even of the Sith species." Aaramis turned away from the woman and began walking toward the exit, but would be stopped as he felt some force attempting to enter his mind. Blocking it out he cracked his neck and pivoted on his right foot a full 180 degrees to come face to face with the woman yet again, only this time she was standing and had the hilt of a lightsaber in hand. Her head was lowered and her shoulders lurched forward. Anger was evident in her face.
= Epicanthix Woman = "I'll kill that demon inside of you and bring you back, Boruin." With that being said she let out a harsh cry and lunged forward, igniting the yellow blade of her lightsaber as she did so.
What was wrong with this woman? Was she so lost in her own lust and rage that she couldn't see the obvious answer that he was not this Boruin. No red skin. No face tentacles. Brown eyes, not red or orange. How idiotic could someone's rage drive them to be?
The Fight to Ensue As the woman came barreling toward him, he barely had the time to snap and single lightsaber to his right hand and ignite the crimson red blade. When he did so, he brought it straight across from the low left to the high right, sweeping and parrying her vertical, chop-like strike. Her momentum would carry her on and out the door giving Aaramis enough time to snap the second lightsaber to his left hand and ignite its crimson red blade. With two blades now in hand, Aaramis was ready for anything she would throw at him. As she began to charge at him once more, Aaramis drew the force within him and began to call upon his anger to strengthen his upcoming attack. When she finally made it to just outside five meters of her lightsaber's effective striking distance, Aaramis sent his palms forward in the form of a push, sending the woman flying backwards and out into the street where he began to tread to. Walking forward, both blades now held down to his side, head lowered and remaining focused, he stood just outside the exit and entrance to the cantina which reeked of vile odors. The woman was bringing herself to her feet once again when he made it there and just stood, a sinister and piercing glare befalling the woman who attack him. His shoulders rose and fell with each breath, though the breathing remained steady with the continuing fight.
Finally she regained enough of herself to throw her efforts at him once again. She charged. The "thud" of her feet was a clamor in the air as her stride became faster and faster. When she broke to within striking distance, she took both hands on the the hilt of her lightsaber and brought them over her right shoulder and stepped in towards him to strengthen her blow as she brought the lightsaber down at him only to have it stopped by the crossing blades of Aaramis as he brought them upward in a defensive position then front kicked using his right leg to her lower chest cavity, pushing her backwards and bringing her ever closer to and edge of a cliff with nothing but sharp, jagged rocks at the base.
She stuttered backwards and caught her balance once again just within a few feet of the edge. Aaramis kept a steady slow pacing step as he continued his advance toward her position and then she threw herself at him again. This time though, she would call on the force to power her in a force jump/leap to fly over Aaramis' head and end up on the other side, somersaulting with a corkscrew as she did so. She would land about ten feet or so behind him, dropping down to a very low stance on one knee with her lightsaber slung way out to her right. Aaramis had by this time pivoted around a full 180 degrees again and began his stalk towards her again. As she brought her lightsaber above her head as with the form of Shien or Djem So, Aaramis swung both of his lightsabers toward it to counteract it. Once they hit, though Epicanthix are known for their strength, Aaramis was able to over power her in the strength addendum and also to switch to a reverse grip on the hilt in his right hand. Now as he out-muscled her, he force her lightsaber into a dangerous position behind her back with the blade pointing straight downward. At this position and with her lack of true training, he held most all the cards in his favor.
Still holding her in that position, Aaramis brought his right knee up in a fashion to knee her in the gut and did so, causing her to heave forward. Then he quickly spun in place, switching back to a forward grip on the hilt in his right hand in the process and brought both blades upward at he head and neck and decapitated her where she stood, heaved over. The now lifeless body fell to it's knees then finally to the ground, the headed sitting upright next to it.
The fight was over now and that was the end of it.
Alas, the time had come to conclude his visit here. For as short lived as it had been, it had been equally uneventful. In fact, without even having to work in any diplomatic efforts, Vandelhelm's leadership had already begun its efforts in the aid of the recovery of the universe. It'd not broken it prior ties to it partners and be located as it was, the plague - this Red Eye Death - had barely touched it. Perhaps . . . perhaps Vandelhelm was the single world within the galaxy that still functioned to near normalcy. There would be no surprise in that, however, financial aspects still had taken a hit to the commonwealth here. With no remaining consumers for the resources of the world, there was no income.
Aaramis drained his glass of ale and stood from the bar where he'd been seated. Giving a nod to the governor he'd been sitting with, he took his leave of the place and headed to his vessel. Elias remained behind to offer any help he might be able and also to act as a belly button for further operations should there come a time for it.
Upon reaching his shuttle, Aaramis boarded it and primed it for launched. once everything came online and greened up as good to go, he throttle the engines and sped off into the atmosphere and left the system.
