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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Drez, Izmar, Kano, Lex, and the commando droids all made their way towards the infirmary, hoping to not encounter any resistance on the way there. It was already bad enough that they didn't know where they were going, but to search for a room while in a battle isn't the situation they plan on being in. In addition to that, there was literally almost no cover at all in the hallways, so they were going to be exposed.
Time seemed to stand still as the Lord of Deception and the Jedi Blademaster fell into battle, the Jedi's blade flashing up and easily parrying the Sith's initial attack. Then, they fell into a blur or red and blue as the two men fell upon each other like two male lions challenging each other for the position of alpha. The troopers and everyone else gave the two duelists a large birth, some of them even stopping to watch their Master take on the Jedi.
There were splitting cracks of sound as blades clashed, eruptions of fiery hot sparks showering the two as they moved together in the dance of death. They weaved in and out, their expert footwork carrying them lightly across the scorched floor, their minds delved deeply into the force as the light and the dark clashed, hoping to find a weakness to break through and claim victory.
Time continued to pass, each strike from either combatant falling short in their hopes of striking a fatal blow. It appeared the two duelists were evenly matched and finally, Geir broke off the engagement, stepping gracefully backwards and halting. His chest heaved with every breath, his brow glistening in the low light. And across the small circle of ground given to them by the spectators, Andor mirrored.
Another round of words were exchanged from the Jedi declaring that this was Andor's final chance to surrender to which the Sith Lord offered a swift rebuke claiming surrender only comes in the form of death. Then they were at it again.
Andor's right blade came down overheard, but as expected was met with a solid block from his opponent. Then, came the second blade, amplified to a speed yet unseen by the Jedi master. It came upwards from the side, twisting around at the last moment as it sheared through the Jedi's wrist. The blue blade disappeared from sight as the hilt clattered to the ground and rolled away in defeat.
Geir gave a cry of pain as he tried to retreat, but Andor was ruthless as he moved forward, his blades blurring yet again until Geir's other blade was out of the picture, a smoldering hand still clasped tightly against the hilt....
He kicked out with his foot, catching Geir in the ankle. There was a loud crack and another cry of pain as the Jedi blade master fell to his knees, his head hanging in defeat. Andor smiled that devilish smile as he deactivated his left lightsaber and placed it on his belt. Now, he towered over the beaten Jedi, his opponent dominated in shadow.
"I'm not the monster you think I am." Andor said as he looked down upon Geir. There was a pause as Geir looked up, his eyes meeting those of Andor. The Jedi's face wore a mask of pain, anguish, defeat, but amongst all, he looked confused. But before he could speak, Andor grabbed the top of his head, his white skeletal fingers taking in a chunk of hair and holding him still. "I'm worse."
Then, his right wrist twitched and the crimson blade arched across empty space until it burned through the Jedi's neck. Andor began to cackle, again, as the crimson light reflected off his smiling face.
Geir's headless body crumpled to the ground in front of the Sith as he raised his left hand above his head, triumphantly showing off his trophy.
Geir Hammand, Blademaster of the Jedi Order, was dead.
The Exile was quickly waylaid by the Sith’s bodyguard. They may have been elite soldiers by someone’s standards, but they were sloppy, moving within range of his lightsaber and not being very protective of ranged fire from his DL-44 Kirwin almost walked through the Vanguard. With five soldiers left one of them was able to knock Kirwin’s blaster out of his hand during a short one on one fight. The soldier wielded a type of electro-baton that could compete with his lightsaber strikes. With his hand free Kirwin grasped his hilt with both hands to deliver more powerful blows and overwhelmed the man.
The last four also used the same electro-batons as the first, but the Jedi had learned from the first encounter and, calling upon the Force, pulled all four toward himself suddenly and slashed horizontally ending them at once at once. That was when he heard it: a cry, through the Force. Kirwin turned his head to see Geir kneeling in front of the deranged Sith, there was no time for him to react however as the next instance a crimson blade separated Geir’s head from his shoulders and his lifeless body dropped to the floor.
Shock punched the Exile in the gut as he stared at the body but he didn’t have long to gape as crimson flashed in his peripheral vision. Instinctively Kirwin’s golden blade rose to meet it and he turned to see the hulking armored Sith standing in front of him. The Jedi was sure that if the Sith’s face wasn’t covered by his helmet there would be either a scowl or sneer on it. Kirwin’s shock at the death of his newest friend turned to complete and utter rage. The righteousness he felt before as he defended the week was gone, and in its place was the desire for revenge and death.
He shoved with his lightsaber to create some room between himself and his opponent. The Sith grunted as he stepped back, where he withdrew a second lightsaber and ignited a golden blade. Kirwin was not perturbed by the second lightsaber as he no longer cared if he survived or died. He only wanted to kill and this Sith stood in his way. Kirwin lunged at the man bringing his blade from a low ready to strike at his middle, planning on testing the form of Trákata that he had been practicing since he had discovered the instructive Holocron on Coruscant. The Sith brought his left blade to bare on Kirwin’s readying his red one for a counter-strike.
Before Kirwin’s blade made contact with his opponent’s golden blade he tapped the ignitor switch twice, quickly turning off his lightsaber and turning it back on passing it through the Sith’s arrogant defense. Unfortunately, the blade did not rend armor and flesh, but instead was met by the Sith’s second blade. Kirwin felt pressure build between himself and the Sith before he was thrown back a couple paces by the Force. He looked back at the Sith after steadying himself and readied his saber for another attack.
This time it was the Sith who moved first, quickly covering the space between them and striking high and low with his sabers. Kirwin quickly blocked the low blow and dodged the high strike. Returning with a combo of powerful two-handed blows meant to throw his foe off-balance. The Sith back peddled a little before holding his ground against his attacker. The fight continued to change in attacks and defenses. The rage Kirwin felt slowly abated as he began to tire and the Sith began to press his attack feeling the fight drawing to a close.
“You will never win. You aren’t strong enough. Your fear betrays you. You. Are. Weak!” said a voice in Kirwin’s head, the same voice of the Sith from his past. Kirwin was on the defensive as the Sith before him rained blow upon blow on his lightsaber. As the voice fell silent his lightsaber was ripped from his grasp and Kirwin stumbled, falling to one knee as he looked up at the Sith that towered before him.
“Pitiful. Just like all Jedi. You will never defeat the Sith. We are more powerful than any Jedi will ever be.” Continued the voice in his head.
The Sith stood, seemingly drinking in his victory. He stowed his golden lightsaber and placed the tip of the crimson blade beneath Kirwin’s chin. A Tsk Tsk came from behind the mask, taunting Kirwin before he raised it to deal the final blow.
“And now, you will die.”
“I. Am. Not. Weak!” Kirwin angrily said under his breath. The crimson blade screamed toward his neck, in seconds it would end his life. Feeling the Force fill his limbs with energy the Exile leapt to the side of the Sith and reached out with his palm calling his lightsaber to himself. As the Sith turned to face the now crouched man, Kirwin ignited his saber with a snap-hiss and launched himself at his towering enemy and their blades locked once more. What his opponent did not realize as they locked blades was that Kirwin had also called for his DL-44 that he had lost earlier in his fight. Once the blades locked the muzzle of Kirwin’s blaster also rested itself under the chin of the Sith Lord.
Kirwin’s Violet eye turned into a bright Crimson as his rage grew and the blue of his good eye slowly melted to an eerie yellow rimmed in red. All the falling Jedi could think of was one word, that he voiced in a low but commanding tone: “Die!”
The DL-44 rang out as Kirwin pulled the trigger, sending its plasma bolt through the brain of the Sith, ending his life. As the dark robed figure crumpled to the ground Kirwin turned to face toward the other Sith in the room. He quickly took in the destruction of the entire room right before stars flashed across his vision and everything went black.
Drez, the 3 clone troopers, and the commando droids reached the infirmary they were looking for after what seemed to be forever of running. Fortunately for them, they were able to avoid enemy contact along the way as well. On the other hand, they were started to get worn out, which is something nobody wanted to happen to them in the midst of battle.
The door to the infirmary was sealed shut, and the attempt to slice the console was unsuccessful, so Lex attempted something that would amuse all of them. Being the demolitions expert of the group, he was obviously going to blow a big hole through the door. Lex quickly unpacked his equipment and quickly set up charges all around the frame of the door.
"Step back boys." Lex informed them as he began running away from the door in search of cover. The other troopers listened to the order and began searching for cover, Drez instructing the commando droids to take cover as well. Once each trooper was at least 50 feet from the blast radius, Lex flicked up the detonator, caught it in mid-air, and pressed the button.
Numerous explosions around the frame of the door erupted, causing both the door to fly clean off and the walls around them to shake tremendously. "That wasn't so bad." Kano said as he began walking back towards the infirmary.
Within a brief moment, everyone had entered the infirmary, only to see 4 half-blind clone troopers cussing and moving around as if they're zombies. The carbon-freezing was certainly going to have after effects, and these recently unfrozen clone troopers were in no condition to fight, which is why Drez had them keep laying down and assured them that they were in safe hands. The voice of the other clone troopers immensely helped calm them down.
Drez turned to the commando droid's leader. "I need you to protect these troopers at all costs as we go down to the evac train now." He ordered, with the commando droid nodding in acknowledgement of the given order. The 4 recovered clones would still have to be transported down on a medical bed, probably still without the ability to see, hence the reason for the protection of these clones.
*Atton ran through the corridors of the facility, attempting to put as much distance between himself and the hangar as possible. He had hoped Adi would be right behind him, but it was clear after a moment that he would not be following. A chill ran through Atton as he realized Adi wasn't making it out of that hangar before it was destroyed.
Gritting his teeth, Atton's pace slowed as he neared the turbolift that would take him below. He debated going back for Adi, but also wondered if there was anything to go back for in the first place. Or if there were still bad guys in there. With a heavy sigh, he opened the turbolift dooor.*"Damn it...Adi if you die, I'll piss on your grave..."*With that, he pushed the button and the turbolift descended...*
"What do we do now?" Lex asked. They weren't given any clear instructions on what to do after finding the rest of the clones. In fact, nobody told them anything at all. They were going to have to rely on their wits.
"There has to be an evac route out of here." Izmar said, with a bit of frustration hinted in the tone of his voice.
"So should we attempt to find anyone else? Or at least figure out where the hell anyone is? We haven't seen anybody for quite a while now. Aside from that explosion, there has barely been any noise at all." Kano remarked, probably equally, if not more, frustrated as Izmar.
Drez held up a finger as he thought. "Barely any noise at all." He turned around, giving the troopers his back as his head rested on his hand. "We must probably be in one of the furthest sections of the facility away from everyone." What came next in his mind didn't amuse him, and he definitely knew it wasn't going to please the clone troopers either. Sure, they enjoyed the action and loved blasting stuff, but currently there could be lives at stake. They were transporting four barely conscious clone troopers, along with the fact that there were Sith in the facility now, engaging the enemy could prove detrimental to them. "There are two options: we could move towards the fighting, or we could take the elevators and see where that could lead us. What do you want?"
"I say we take our chances with the elevators. I'd rather live another day instead of dying in a place like this." Kano replied, being the first to do so.
"I agree with Kano. Besides, we need to escort these troopers to safety." Izmar said, referring to the currently recovering clones.
"I just want the chance to eat some real food." Lex shrugged. While he didn't give a direct answer, it was pretty obvious he wanted to take the elevators.
Drez nodded his head in approval. "Fair enough. Let's see where they'll lead us to then." He said. With that, he signaled the commando droids to follow him and the clones.
Dash had started moving again as the enemy converged on his location, cutting a few down and offering their souls to Ashla, he sighed deeply as he was backed in a corner for a moment, when suddenly all hell broke loose. Dash felt Geir's life flare before he saw the Sith strike home. "No!" Dash roared charging from behind another pillar, in that same instance, Kirwin was somehow up, way up and then the oppressive force that was Abaddon was gone, extinguished from this world the same as the Jedi. Dash cursed in Zabraki and moved behind another pillar as a scattering of blaster fire came from the other side. "Sith!" Dash roared. "You're out numbered surrender and we will let you live!" He yelled out as an enemy turned around his pillar and got a saber to the face for his trouble.
::Operation Overrun Initiated, please evacuate to FBP Alpha at your earliest convivence. Self-destruct in T-Minus 15 Minutes::
That disembodied voice brought ill news indeed, Dash's mind began to race, they had no time for a stand off now. Dash peeked and saw the young Jedi girl and with a burst of force speed and sending of blaster bolts back at the shooters Dash was next to her. "C'mon young one, we must go." He said pointing towards an exit door, he could hear thundering footsteps echoing down the halls over the burning and crackling of fire and explosions in other parts of the city.
Andor stood there, Geir's decapitated head held triumphantly above him, as he watched the man he'd seen in the holo-recordings on Coruscant fall gracelessly into anger. Hmph, apparently Geir had meant something to the boy... Oh well. Andor watched idly as Kirwin leapt at Abaddon, the two falling into an aggressive, but quick duel. Andor could sense the dark side in the boy. It was strong. He was strong.... But he was consumed by his hatred and anger, and although it made him powerful, his inability to control his emotions made him unpredictable and unstable. Andor could sense it coming before it happened, and when Abaddon's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, Andor smiled.
He'd found a new apprentice.
Kirwin collapsed to the ground, unconscious from his exertion of raw power. Then, there was a sudden shrill alarm and a voice warning of an imminent self-destruction of the facility... An interesting turn of events to say the least.
Andor calmly brought his wrist-comlink to his face, unbothered by the events around him, "Recall all forces. Rendezvous at base Alpha. Bring me the boy and the bodies of the blade master and Abaddon. Depart in ten minutes, any stragglers will be cleansed."
He turned swiftly, his black cloak billowing out behind him as he began to make his way through the building to the shuttles outside that had brought the troops. Around him, the remaining soldiers moved quickly, stopping only to pick up Geir's corpse and lightsabers, along with Abaddon and his belongings, and finally, that of the unconscious Kirwin. He strode confidently past Mike, "My dear friend, I'm afraid we'll have to continue this party another time. Until then."
The Lord of Deception walked into the dim light of the setting sun as he walked up the ramp to one of the escort shuttles. He sat in one of the seats at the cockpit, closed his eyes and took a breath. There wasn't time to reflect about the events of the battle now, but there was one thing that was certain.
The Order of Ruin was his. It had always been. Abaddon had served his purpose as the puppet, albeit, not quite as Andor had intended. But now, Andor was openly at the top. He was the true Lord of Ruin.
And now, the galaxy would experience the true power of the Dark side.
Loki skidded into the atrium as Andor and his troopers retreated, he now held Kirwins blaster on his back and two of the enemies guns as well. He had a perfect shot at Andor as he left but lowered the gun as he saw the widespread destruction. He waited until the enemy shuttles left. "Niobe, you can turn it off now." He said into the air as the klaxons ceased wailing. He saw his brother helping a female to her feet and the drinking Jedi from the hanger standing off to one side. The Blade Master lay in an unmoving heap near a destroyed shuttle, it seems they'd missed some fun here as well, Loki waved his hand and a group of thirty or so people poured from the hall way. "The entrance is against that wall." He said pointing, waving his hand now that he'd dropped one of the blasters a panel appeared. "The code is 1216, it'll lead to an underground train, we will take that to safety." He said to one of the group as the hurried off to open the tube. Then five or six at a time they whooshed away. "Niobe, when the others disembark recall the train here." Loki strode over to Dash. "We can talk later..." He said slowly pointing towards the tube, Dash merely nodded and tugged the girl with him into the next run and disappeared. Loki reached out with the force, checking for life he'd become adapt at telling between infected and healthy, all he felt was infected on the other levels of the RDMC, himself and Mike, nodding at the Jedi he walked to the tube hoping he would follow and was whisked away after everyone else had gone.
Bellum limped down the hallway, his knee was starting to hurt even more than usual. He stopped to rest it on an undamaged bench as he contemlated on which room to check first. The main laboratory might be the best place to check. That was where Adi had introduced everyone to the lead scientist in charge of the research. Bacta was also on Bellum's list of items to obtain, he needed to heal his broken knee as quickly as possible. He had probed it with his mind as he traveled to Honoghr and realized that the reason he could walk on it so well was because it was a minor fracture, not completely broken. Even so, only having several days of natural healing without any medical aid had not helped his case. After an hour of rest and planning Bellum lifted himself from the bench and limped down the hallway once again. He finally made it to the main laboratory, the doors were closed and refused to open when he approached, meaning they must have either lost power or were locked. "A minor inconvinience." Bellum said as he called upon the Force to rip the doors out and thew them down the hallway. He then proceeded to march through the open doorway and straight to one of the many consoles located around the parimeter of the room.
Bellum was pleased to see that the consoles had power and were not password or ID protected. That pleasure however was slowly sucked dry as he began his search for the RDMC's research on the plague's cure. Moments turned to minutes which in turn extended to hours and hours of searching without any results. Bellum moved from console to console thinking the data might have been saved on a local file instead of a server file due to the importance, but after almost twenty straight hours and all consoles searched Bellum had found nothing on the research. Ragged and sleep deprived Bellum didn't have the energy to get angry about not finding the files. Instead he grabbed a datastick and downloaded a list of names of the scientists who had been working on the project, making sure that the lead scientist, by the name of 'Sven Bismarck' was on the list, if anyone knew anything on the cure it was him.
Once that was done Bellum tiredly shuffled his way to the medical labs, upset that he hadn't completed his master's mission for him. As he searched the shelves and drawers for a syringe of bacta for his knee. After pulling apart multiple storage containers he found waht he was looking for: a syringe of sedatives and a syringe labeled 'E-Bacta'; an experimental form of bacta. Sitting down in a rolling chair Bellum pulled the cap off of the sedative syringe and stabbed his upper thigh, injecting the medicine into his system. Once he felt the pain start to melt away he took the second syringe and repeated the process. Bellum then got up out of the chair and layed down on one of the patient tables and waited for the sedatives to fully take over every one of his senses.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep but Bellum felt fully refreshed and ready to travel. As he got off the table he felt a dull pain from his knee. He probed his knee with the Force and found that the bacta had done a number on the fracture, not fully healed but on the way to recovery. He began walking to the door but couldn't help the limp he had accuired. He walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the RDMC exit. He had accuired half of the items his master had sent him here for and he needed to return to him so that they could move to the next step in their plan. If they could get the scientists that had been working on the cure it might be possible to remake the research they had accomplished before the Attack on Honoghr. Bellum soon made it to his ship and fired up the engines. taking off the satchel Bellum placed it in a secure location on his ship. Soon his ship was in low orbit and Bellum was plotting his course back to Kuat.