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
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Tython's environment was remarkably sensitive to the Force; powerful disturbances in the Force, such the presence of an individual particularly strong in either the light or dark side of the Force, could cause immense Force storms and groundquakes that would ravage Tython's surface.[3] However, by the year 1990 BBY, all hyperlanes to Tython had become unstable and forgotten, and the planet itself had been devastated—the planet was covered by a constant layer of storms, and its surface was the color of ash, with barren plains where immense forests had once stood.
Alarms sounded and emergency lamps flashed as the vessel erupted through one of the many Force storms that continually ravaged the surface of this once lively and beautiful world. This . . . this was completely different from all the texts Geir and his half-sister, Tireya, had rambled through in his effort to find this place. What had happened here. Why did this world now appear to be dead? Forgotten and destroyed. What terrible tale did this planet have to share with him?
During the times of the Old Republic, the Jedi Order had been here. There were supposed to be the ruins of old temples among these ashen lands somewhere. But where? Nothing was as it was supposed to be. No. This land, this world was supposed to be beautiful and vibrant. Full of life, not destruction and death. Nevertheless, something had called here. Something in the Force. A tremor, maybe? The knowledge that must still be locked away here? But how did this happen?
Geir struggled to remain focused on what had driven him to seek out this place, instead drifting and fighting with the endless scenarios that could have driven this place to become what it was now.
A chime sounded from his transponder as his apprentice continued to pilot the craft toward the surface. A message with a tag line of "Jedi Order." What could this be?
My Brothers and sisters in the force
This is the Jedi holonet, a secure channel for communication within the order. For the safety of the projects development I have had to renounce my given name for official transmissions. The name I have taken in its place, the name you may know me by, is the Grandmaster.
If you are receiving this message then you have not been called home to be one with the force. Sincerest apologies, my friends. Since I began the project of creating this secure Jedi holonet, I have all but cut myself off from the events of the rest of the galaxy. I have seen your access to the network to find a former master, a padawan… a lover. Most of these for naught.
In the past, such call would be for unification. I do not know if that is what you, my brothers and sisters, want this so I will not claim to offer it. What I would like is a show to ourselves that we still number greatly. I await you on Naboo. Contact via this network when you have arrived in Theed.
Until then, May the force be with you
The Grandmaster? What was this? Who was this?
Suddenly the vessel shook violently as something struck. It moaned and whine as its descent now began increasing in speed. "Master, we've been hit! We're going down. This storm . . . I think something, maybe lightning or debris, struck the ship." Kotyr's voice was frantic and distraught. There was a hint of fear in it, but he more or less remained composed.
"Continue flying use down. Brace for a rough landing and try to save as much of the ship as possible. We're likely going to be here for a long while now. At least until the storm passes or we can get this sip repaired." At that moment, Geir reached out with the Force and did what he could to comfort his apprentice. To reassure him or at least push the fear from him. The ship was going down now; that was an unavoidable act. What they needed to focus on now, was surviving this ordeal.
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CRASH! The ship plummeted into the barren, ashen plane, sliding some distance before coming to a halt.
"Access the damage and report back with a SITREP." Geir spoke to his apprentice directly. He knew his apprentice was far better with mechanics and piloting than he was. Plus this message peak his interests. There so much obscurity in it.
His transponder chimed again as this time a data packet came in from his half-sister back on Corellia.
I've received a data packet from someone who calls themselves "the Grandmaster." I take it you received the same, however if not, I will be forwarding to you.
He acknowledge its receipt and thumbed a few commands on his transponder and replied to her.
I've gotten the same message. I don't sense anything at play here, but be careful and watch yourself. I won't be making it, unfortunately. This place is not what we thought. My ship was damaged upon atmospheric entry and now we need to formulate repairs. Go to the meeting and find out what you can. May the Force Be With You. Always.
With a flurry of motion, Kotyr returned to Geir with his assessment of their current predicament. His face carried a concerned expression with it as he shook his. He turned toward a container of tools and spare parts located in one of the storage compartments of the ship. "Well, Master . . ." Kotyr paused as he lifted a Harris wrench and set it to the side. "It doesn't look good. Plating on the port side has taken heavy damage, and the hyperdrive is leaking. Internal coolant systems also seem to be damaged."
Geir looked toward a hologram displaying the former Tython - before the deathly state it took now - and then back to his apprentice. It amazed him, how well the young Bothan could handle himself around a ship. Around technology. It almost seemed as though he could speak to them as he was always so quickly and so accurately able to troubleshoot and assess a situation.
Thinking back, Geir chuckled, he couldn't do remotely what the young Bothan could when it came to the skill of mechanical work - and he was more the sixty years his elder. Amazing the gifts some are born with.
"Do we have what we need to repair?" Geir's voice calm and reserved and he inquired into the situation.
"The port side hull plating coolant systems will be easy enough to repair. But . . . He paused as he pulled another item from the container and set it to the side. "But, we won't make it far once we get off Tython with hyperdrive in the state it is. I'll do what I can, but I'm not confident we'll make it much further than Empress Teta without risking too muck with its integrity and getting stuck in open space somewhere." He pulled another item from the container and set it to the side.
"How long for the repairs?"
"Hard to say. Coolant systems should be a matter of an hour or two. The hull plating damage? Well . . ." He paused a moment, contemplating the possible maintenance time. "Once the storm lessens or subsides, maybe a day if all goes well." He returned to he task of collecting the appropriate tools and materials to make the repairs.
Several hours had passed now and there had been no change in the status of the storm that tortured the ashen plain the ship had come down on. Thunder rumbled and lightning split the sky in a violent display.
Making his way to the small bridge of the freighter and peered through the transparasteel that served as the view port. There was no break to be seen as the continue until they became one with land in the distance. What had happened here? Why was it a planet that once reigned as a bastion of his order had now succumb to this endless torment. This trip had been intended to be about discovery and knowledge. To accrue a better understanding of the past in order to guide the present into a better future. His mind shifted to a memory . . . a remark that a former master of his used to often say. "The path to the greatest knowledge, begins in the tremors of the past," however the words were always more jumbled in order than that and it was always easier to just repeat them in this manner.
The Jedi Master, Zayne Tokare, had served as his Master long ago. The same species as the renowned Grandmaster, Yoda, Zayne had also spoken in the same manner. When this cataclysm occurred, Geir had felt the little green man's force signature pass on as well. He had been take by the calamity and there was nothing to be done to bring him back.
Geir turned his attention back to the viewport and scanned the horizon once again. In the distance there seemed to be a strange structure - perhaps the ruins of a long abandoned Jedi temple or ancient civilization.
"Master Hammand." The words sprung from the mouth of his Bothan apprentice, Kotyr. "Repairs have been made to the coolant systems and exterior plating. When ready, we should be able to leave, though repairs will still be necessary." The Bothan turned to the star map and looked for a relevant system nearby that may be able to aid in repairs. Spotting Empress Teta, he plugged the coordinates into the navigational computer of the ship and began preparations for departure.
Geir simply gave a slight nod of the head as he kept his gave focused on the horizon. His curiosity drifted to the ruins out there, but so many other matters pressed forward for his attention. Matters he could not simply ignore.
The Universe had been dealt a massive blow, and without swift action, it would likely fall into an irreversible downward spiral. Chaos would take over and order would never be allowed to resume. "Take us away. We need to get to Naboo. This 'Grand Master' has called, and so we will find out what he needs."
With a flurry of commands and controls, the Bothan sprung the freighter into motion, and quickly angled the vessel upwards and away from this planet. Tython had been found, but it could be explored another time. Right now the greater galaxy needed his attention and personal endeavors would have to wait.