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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Cinnagar was the capital city of Empress Teta, and it was here its ruler's palace was located. Due to the sheer size of the city—it covered half the planet—the whole world was in fact sometimes called Cinnagar. This was a place where the citizens could experience the sights and glamour of the Core Worlds in the Core District. Many shops and restaurants found in Cinnagar were based on a certain planet in the Core Worlds, for instance, the Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts featured many art displays, Coruscant Fashions sold the latest Core Worlds styles, and Club Corellia offered many different cuisines from around the Core Worlds as well as all-night dancing and entertainment.
How the strange bug came to Cinnagar was never pinpointed. But it raged through across the planet like a wildfire through a dry forest with a high wind pressing it forward. Doctors quickly came to the sound conclusion that it was an unknown illness. As consequence treating the sickness remained a mystery and as deaths began to occur quite sporadically isolating those infected then quarantining them became the standard response. The less savoury cleanup and disposal of the dead came to be a secondary but indeed weighty part of combating the illness
Diving down through the atmosphere, the damaged freighter circled over the city. Death and famine had taken this place - the same as he had seen before leaving Corellia. Streets were littered with the dead and building brought down to their foundations. Still, there were some that roamed the streets - alive and violent in nature. They were infected and continued to follow their primal instincts. Violence and destruction. Death and sickness. Fear. It had all overtaken the city and Geir could sense the fear swelling up with his apprentice.
The bothan padawan had never seen anything like this before and he had no defense against the fear and grief that had begun to overtake him - at least not until Geir used the Force to steady him. It was comforting to have his master here and even more so in such a trying time as this.
Empress Teta was in chaos and ruin and now seemed very unlikely that there would be a chance to repair the damaged hyperdrive here. Instead, the two Jedi might be better suited to commandeer a new vessel that had been abandoned in the wake of such catastrophe.
The freighter circled the main portion of the city several times accessing the magnitude of all that had happened here. So much death and destruction. Building toppled and bodies lining the streets. The scene was disheartening and weighed heavily on Geir's conscience. The Jedi were suppose to protect the innocent. They were supposed to keep the peace but in this they had been able to do nothing. Their numbers now dwindled, the same as the rest of the galaxy. It was the thing of nightmares.
Finally locating a spot to set the freighter down, Geir gave the young bothan a set of instructions, hopefully that would keep them both safe in such trying times as these.
With a hiss of wailing pistons and gears, the ship finally touched down and the engines cut power. The ramp extended to reveal the pad was completely vacant with the exception of a YX-1980 light freighter, the same as the one they traveled in.
And so Cinnagar had proven to not be as fruitful as either Jedi had hoped - the plague having taken its toll heavily on the world. Death filled the streets. Even the very platform in which they landed was marked by it.
Geir and his padawan, Kotyr, now walked down the ramp of the light freighter, and stepped out onto the duracrete platform. Blood marred its surface in areas, painting cruel pictures of the violence that had occurred here.
Hastily, Kotyr ran over to one of the bodies that lay limp and lifeless on the pad. He knelt and placed his fingers by the neck of the human female, feeling for a pulse. None was present. With the same hand, his moved his fingers over the face and brushed the eye lids closed while chanting some kind kind of prayer of the woman. He shook his head and looked to his master, Geir, who had since stopped to observe the young bothan's actions. "She's gone, Master." He paused, collecting himself and hi thoughts in the shock of what had actually happened here. "Master . . ." he said, "Why? How could something like this happen? How would we not be able to foresee any of this?"
Geir took a pause and noted their current situation. There was so much death and pain here. So much so, that he had begun to feel the fear rising within the padawan and at only sixteen years of age, Geir would have expected no less.
He approached the bothan, laying a hand on a shoulder once he arrived. "The Dark Side of the Force shrouds many things, but perhaps it was our own arrogance that blinded us from what swept across the galaxy." His words were all in speculation. Something had come and the Jedi had failed to take notice until the time was too late. They'd become too comfortable in the status quo that something like this was allowed to sweep over everything. "But we should not allow fear and uncertainty to grip us, for once we do, we will have surely lost." As he finished, he patted the bothan's shoulder and stepped back. "Come. We must find a way to repair the ship or find another form of passage away from here."
In a singular motion, Kotyr rose to his feet and fell in line with his master, rubbing a tear from his eye as his heart still ached from what had befallen the galaxy in which they lived. "Yes, Master." It was the only the bothan said, his tone carrying a slight tremble.
Geir reached out with the Force and felt a tremor, but its source he struggled to believe. The tremor seemed to originate from his apprentice, Kotyr, but had only just begun. He reached out again and surely enough the tremor was still there - and it was growing. Something was growing within the young Bothan and a wave of concern took Geir.
His gaze flashed to the youthful bothan and he scanned the boy as Kotyr rubbed a eye with his furry hand veiling the fact that his eyes had begun to redden - a sign of an even more ominous future and generated from the tremor that Geir felt within him. "Are you feeling okay, Kotyr?"
The words were asked with genuine concern as he continued to look upon his apprentice, examining him.
"Yes, Master. Eye itched is all and my stomach feels a little off, but I believe that is because of what we've seen since we landed here." His fur covered hand fell from his face now, revealing two intensely red and irritated eyes.
Likely a result of Kotyr's rubbing of them, Geir dismissed other possibilities for the time being. However, that tremor he continued to feel swelling within his apprentice concerned him as its nature was dark and unnatural. Something corrupt and vile. However, nothing had been around Kotyr to cause such a corruption so the likelihood of an outsider influence was small. However, this corruption with the Botham 'was' growing and that was enough of a reason to be concerned.
The two pushed onward, investigating the nature of what had occurred here, while also searching for either a new ship or a means to fix their damaged one. The latter option at this point likely wasn't going to be available to them.
"Master?" The young Bothan looked to his master with concern, his eyes reddened with irritation. "As much as I know you won't like the idea, we may have to take another ship in order to get off this rock and back home."
"I feel you may be right, Kotyr. As much as I disfavor the idea of taking what is not my own, we may be left with other choice than to do so." Geir reached a hand down and rubbed the bothan's left shoulder as if to consul him, before jerking back. The young apprentice was warm to the touch. Feverish. He turned a concerned gaze to the padawan's face and studied him carefully.
It has been a few minutes since their encounter with the dying woman from earlier, but even if she was carrying any sort of disease, surely it'd take longer than this to take hold of a new host. Ill or not, Kotyr was beginning to exhibit some strange signs that were not common to his usual self. Red, irritated eyes. A nauseated stomach. Feverish warmth. It simply did not add up and that was concern enough for Geir.
He reached out with the Force to see if anything else had changed within his apprentice, before quickly withdrawing. The same darkness he'd since in the bothan earlier was still there, only now it had grown significantly. It was a kind of corruption though to this point, his apprentice has not exhibited any kind of mental effects to it.
"How are you feeling now, Kotyr."
"I'm fine, Master. Really. Why do you keep asking?" Kotyr smiled up at his master, revealing his canine like teeth, though there was a significant display of foaming saliva covering them. He coughed and small traces of blood shot from the chasm of his mouth and onto the duracrete floor. He rubbed his mouth with a sleeve and looked back to Geir, his face now expressing concern over the blood he'd just coughed up.
"That's why," Geir said, nodding to the blood sprayed out across the duracrete, knowing his apprentice had already seen it.
Kotyr's heart began to race and fear hung heavy over him. Quickly that fear turned to a repressed anger and his hand dropped to the hilt of his sabre that hung by his right hip and gripped it tightly. His musculature tensed and his head scanned the hundreds of bodies that littered the area. The anger grew and grew and there was no sign of it subsiding anytime soon. His thoughts fell far from Geir conversation now and he shrieked out. "Who could have done this?! Why would they have done this?! Why did we do nothing to stop it?!
Geir withdrew as the verbal torrent erupted forth from his apprentice. No once in the number of years Geir had been training the young Bothan, had the youth ever given in to any form of anger or frustration. For that, Geir had long considered himself to be lucky to have had Kotyr as an apprentice. But this? This appeared to be years of repressed anger and pain. Anger and pain that had not been appropriately dealt with or released and was now being directed at him. It simply baffled Geir, but did not even slightly deter him from trying to help his apprentice.
"There is no passion, there is serenity." Geir simply uttered the third of the five core precepts of the Jedi Code. It was a simple principal and it was a guiding one. Like the rest of the Code. It derived from the first of the precepts, 'there is no emotion, there is peace,' and served as a reminder to all Jedi to act without passion in every facet and choice, every decision. Kotyr had acted out in an uncontrolled passionate oration, not typical, nor acceptable or the Jedi. Geir's words had been aimed to remind the bothan of that. However, the words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Geir felt the emotions smell up within the apprentice. Fighting and struggling for and escape.
Kotyr's body shook violently and he pulled the hilt of his lightsaber - the weapon and shield of the Jedi - from its place along his belt and thumbed its activation mechanism. A vibrant blue blade roared to life with that classic snap hiss chord followed by a mellow hum of stable, focused energy. The bothan let out a pain filled shriek with bloodshot eyes locked onto Geir. He salivated and caressed his canine like teeth with a serpent-like tongue.
The Silent Angel soared over the city toward the landing pads, Kirwin scanned the city as he flew, nothing but destruction met his eyes. As he approached the landing pads Kirwin saw two XY-1980 freighters on the pad and just enough room for his ship, he also spotted two figures near one of the freighters, a Bothan and a human, both wore the garb of Jedi. Just as Kirwin engaged the landing sequence he saw the Bothan draw his lightsaber on the human, something didn’t seem right to him about how aggressively the lightsaber had been drawn. He had to get down there, NOW. The ship was in its final landing phase as Kirwin raced from the cockpit to the boarding ramp, aggressively punched the control pad to lower it. The ramp was barely extended before Kirwin sprinted off it toward the two Jedi, pull his own lightsaber from his belt and pressing the button to activate it. Kirwin came to a halt about six paces from the two Jedi and held his saber to the ready should anything bad happen. Looking at both Jedi Kirwin’s cybernetic eye indicated that the Bothan’s heart rate was significantly elevated as if he had just run a great distance, but the other Jedi’s, whose face was turned away from him, was calm.
This new arrival did not go unnoticed by the Jedi Master, however, there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. For one, his apprentice's behavior had regressed into such a barbaric state that it appeared any attempt to reach the young Bothan was falling upon def ears. It was an unfortunate truth. Of note, however, the aura of this new arrival seemed vaguely familiar to him. A Force signature that Geir had not felt in a number of years, but alas he felt no danger from the man. He kept his attention the the graver matter at hand . . . Kotyr.
Erupting with yet another harsh and painful shriek, Kotyr lashed forward violently with his brazen, blue blade. The focused energy of the blade cut through the air with ease, though far from any range to do Geir, or the new arrival any harm. The reddening of his eyes had intensified and the saliva almost seemed to foam in the corners of his lips.
With another flicker of motion, Kotyr slashed through the open air once more. Yet another harsh shrill billowed forth.
Geir flashed a cursory glance in Kirwin's direction, though he didn't take in enough of the man's appearance to truly identify the being as anything other than a man and that he carried a Jedi's weapon. Geir's focus returned to his hostile apprentice once more, seeking to quell the situation before it could escalate any further however impossible the task seemed to be at this point. "Kotyr." Geir's voice was calm and reassuring as he spoke to his apprentice once again. "You better than this. You can beat whatever this is. No one has to get hurt."
Once more, Geir felt the corrupt force that had spread through his apprentice even more. Never in his many years had Geir seen anything like this. It had taken mere minutes for whatever this sickness was to completely take over the young Bothan. Mere minutes to turn a loving young man into a rage filled barbaric regression. A boy trained well in the Force to control his emotions and not be consumed by them. If whatever this was could overtake a trained Force sensitive this quickly, what would be the time table of an infection of the standard populace?
"You're wrong! The Jedi let this happen! You let this happen! I trusted you and you let this happen! You let death take the galaxy! The Jedi are weak and it makes me sick that I was trained as one! A cruel and sinister grin cracked across the Bothan's face as he spoke his next words. "I'm going to kill you now. You must die. The Jedi must die. To hold one's self as saviors and protectors of the Galaxy only to watch in inaction as death swept across it. The Jedi are servants of themselves and their own hunger for power. No different than a Sith - only a Sith doesn't deny his lust for that power."
The unarmed Jedi’s voice sounded familiar, Kirwin just couldn’t place the name. The Bothan’s aggression level was rising fairly quickly and he wouldn’t stop rambling about the Jedi being at fault for what had happened to the entire galaxy. As he rambled he swung his lightsaber back and forth at his target inching closer with each swing. The swings may have been aggressive but they were methodical, predictable. Kirwin had no idea of the skill level of these two Jedi, and his training with a lightsaber had degraded over his stay in the medical facilities on Kamino, but with his practice with his blasters and his enhanced vision from his cybernetic eye, a single blast from his holstered DL-44 could potentially disarm this enraged Bothan quickly.
The Bothan’s blade sliced the air, from his left to his right, “…You must die. The Jedi must die."
Kirwin depressed the activation switch on his lightsaber and attached it to his belt.
The blade sliced back through the air, “…The Jedi are servants of themselves and their own hunger for power.”
Unbuckling the holster strap, Kirwin placed his hand on his blaster waiting for the next cycle of swings. Judging by the distance between the two Jedi he had plenty of time to react.
The Bothan swung his blade back into Kirwin’s view, “…Only a Sith doesn’t deny his lust for that power.” smiling with murder in his eyes, the Bothan lunged for the unarmed Jedi. Kirwin’s reaction was almost instinctual as he whipped out his pistol and fired, not to kill, only to disarm. Kirwin had noted that the Bothan obviously meant something to the Jedi, maybe a fellow knight, maybe his padawan. With that in mind, he knew it was not his place to kill the Bothan, only to try to save his victim. The next couple seconds felt like they dragged on for forever as Kirwin prayed to the Force he was accurate.
So this is what it had come to now. Kotyr's eyes gave way to his actions, and at this point the Master Jedi could see that there was no changing his course. At least not now, but what else could be done. Geir had no intentions of kill his padawan, but he may eventually be left with no other choice. An unfortunate outcome, yet a very strong possibility.
Soon enough, Kotyr had lunged at him, striking out in a stabbing fashion aimed directly for his chest. However, the move had been predictable - the Bothan's eyes had given it away. With a grace, Geir pivoted and faced his body sideways to his apprentice. His right shoulder lead his body and he leaned back a few inches for some reassurance that the blade would pass away from his body. Geir right hand shot forward with an inhuman speed and grasped the Bothan's right wrist which happened to be the one with the blade held in hand.
Geir pulled hard toward himself and buried his right should into the pocket of the aggressor's shoulder while pulling the majority of the bothan's weight behind his right hip while continuing to pivot.
In a singular motion, Geir had grasped the Bothan's wrist and turned that maneuver into a very effective hip throw that would eventually put Kotyr on his back. All was going smoothly until a single shot range out and a blaster bolt volleyed through the dense air. The flash of compressed light flew forward toward a target that had moved from its original position and was followed shortly by a thud and a short puff of smoke. The scent of singed hair lofted into the air as Kotyr was struck across the right side of his face at around the orbital socket.
Kotyr released a pain filled scream, but soon fell silent as the life left his body. His hand released its grip on his weapon and the blade retreated back into its housing.
Geir looked down in awe and disbelief as his apprentice lay on the cold duracrete below him. Dead.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way. How could his have been true to the lightsaber hilt one second then be replaced with the wielder’s head? That shouldn’t have happened.” Kirwin thought to himself as he stood there, blaster in hand, knowing he was to blame for the Bothan’s death. He hadn’t wanted to kill the Jedi, but the Bothan had been hostile, maybe it was for the better. Holstering his blaster Kirwin tentatively walked toward the lone Jedi, stopping three paces from him. “I-I’m sorry about what happened. My shot was lined up perfectly, and then, i-it wasn’t. Again, I am sorry for killing him. I-I didn’t mean to.” Kirwin blurted out at the Jedi.
He turned and looked at the dead Bothan, where his eye should have been there was a burned hole, staring at him, screaming at him for what he had done. Kirwin’s left hand shot up to his cybernetic eye, touching it and the durasteel plate that surrounded it underneath the shadow that obscured his face. He lowered his hand, and unsure what to say next, he started talking to himself, “This is wrong, it’s all wrong. I came here looking for answers not bloodshed. I came seeking a Jedi for wisdom and guidance, not to murder one.”
He returned his attention to the surviving Jedi, trying to gauge his aggression toward Kirwin and his likelihood of attacking with either the Force or lightsaber. Kirwin couldn’t see the Jedi’s full face, but something seemed familiar about the details he did see. He just couldn’t place the name with the face he saw. Kirwin hoped that the Jedi would be unaggressive toward him as he had very little maneuverability in the short distance apart they stood.
Geir listened as the words fell upon his ears. Everything had happened so fast, but this presence was so familiar to him.And the voice? He heard it before, several years ago. But where? Who was he?
After taking a moment to recollect himself once he was sure there was no further aggression, Geir right hand drifted across the face of the fallen Bothan, closing the eye lids in the best manner he was able. He rose and turned on his heel to face the man, Kirwin's face still veiled in shadow. It was obvious that the man was conflicted and reasonably so considering the events that had just unfolded before him. He'd intended to disarm the apprentice, not kill him. Find a peaceful resolution to a highly tense state. However, the Force had a will of its own and unfortunately that had lead to the Bothan's unification with the Force.
Looking the man in the glow of his cybernetic eye, Geir spoke. His tone would be calm and assuring. It would have an authority and conviction about it. "Know that what happened here could have ended no other way. It was the will of the Force that he be unshackled of his pain and you were the one to see it through. Do not linger on these things or question your own actions. Doing so may present a doorway to a path filled with pain and sorrow should you choose to step through it."
The words were spoken as a true Jedi Master. Of one who lived and breathed the Jedi Code. Yoda's words had long been a tenet about the grievances of death and the Force. "Rejoice for those who become one with the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not."
