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!
The Saga Continues is the product of the mind of ADMIN ADI; all contents are copyright their original owners. All characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. All images are copyright their original owners. This skin Operation Mindcrime was made by pharaoh leap of Pixel Perfect and put together by ADMIN KRYSTAL
Ziost, sometimes referred to as the "Gateway to the Empire" in the days of the Old Republic, was a world made up of ancient dark forests and barren tundra. However, the trees withered away and the planet became very similar, in landscape, to Korriban.
Shrieking in from the bellows of the deep, dark, void of open space, a lone Imperious-class Star Destroyer appeared above the storied planet, Ziost. Carbon scoring painted the surface of the vessel, a sign to countless skirmishes the vessel - and it's crew - had endured. And even though there was further evidence of a damaged state of the large battle born vessel, the previous heavily damaged classification had withered away to a simply damaged state with much of the repair work having been well underway.
Immediately, the ship cut to sub-light engines and coasted into an orbit above the planet.
Much had come to pass in the time since the the galaxy and Force has lashed out against the weakness that had plagued it like an infectious disease that spread like an advanced form of cancer. The weak were coddled everywhere as the pathetic Republic had spread its vile propaganda at every twist and turn. Weakness had come to be worshiped and praised throughout the galaxy where the only reprieve from such filth was to venture deep into the unknown. Deep into the old Space of the past empires built upon strength and the laws of nature where only the fittest among the living survive and flourish.
Among those aboard the large Star Destroyer, was a man raised to these ideals. A man who had now returned home. A man known in legends and myths and at points exalted as more. It's true he was strong and his presence has run its course through the galaxy far longer than one might think possible, but the Force unlocked a gateway to a great many powers and abilities that many could only ever hope to dream of.
But this man - this Kissai - was not here for mere means of homecoming. No, there was much more to his being here than to revisit the place of his birth, but such things would be revealed in time. For now, there were more pressing matters at hand. It was time to strike out against the weakness that plagued and threatened to destroy the galaxy.
Thumbing a few commands, the Sith opened an encrypted comm to the leaders of the newly erected Order of Ruin. The time was now and the first target was chosen. A place that sought to bring back the weak and unleash them once more upon the galaxy. Desiring nothing more than to cripple it. And this is simply something that could not be allowed. Not if the galaxy was to be truly saved.
::Execute the order. Honoghr will burn and the funnel that allows the weak to return to plague the galaxy twice over shall be made no more.::
