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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When he spoke the word, such as she'd not heard in decades, she could not but hold the slightest of breaths until his voice silenced. Only then did she exhale and collect her thoughts, once again bringing her thoughts back to a composed and impassioned peace. He was correct, in his own way, and with his words came her own thoughts contemplative to the notion of subjective definition. His choice of honorary for her had been in err, perhaps given his age, but it was not those words that held continual resonance.
"Whether or not you were obstinate, or detached or disillusioned, are not the concern of the Force in this moment," she breathed with a small shake of her head, not bringing her eyes up to meet his for even a moment. As he spoke, finally bringing forth his question that she knew would ultimately have dogged those far less resilient than herself. She felt a part of her quiver at the very idea of being questioned about her purpose, shaken by the idea that perhaps even she knew not what it was. Only when she lifted her eyes to meet his did she finally resolve the know the answer she wished to deliver.
"My purpose is my own. However," she paused and turned to look towards the skies above the fungus covered planet's surface.
"If one must know my purpose than one would be best left with this." She trailed off as she stepped forward and began to eye the skies alone for what felt like minutes to those passing by. However, she allowed the Zabrak to see something in her mind that only she had seen for as long as she could remember.
First, the image of her grandfather as he discussed his life as a smuggler to the woman she never knew as her grandmother. Second, of the woman she knew as her mother. A woman bound for the stars but destined to die passing her legacy on to one far more talented than herself. And finally to her master, a woman shrouded in her image of her but glowing within the Force that she drew the essence to transfer such images with. Only when the images all blurred into one, folding perfectly upon her small but vibrant brunette haired form, did she turn back and look at the Zabrak.
"Is to live as those before me could not, and find the balance in this galaxy, no this universe, that none before me could even comprehend. And I will fulfill this purpose alone if I must."
She had always known the Force to be the one to indulge the deepest of mysteries. It never lead her astray, rarely had she found further confusion in her desires to follow it's pull. As the zabrak put himself down as a simple, uninteresting individual she knew that it was nothing more than what could be perceived as a deterrent.
But from what truth?
She'd watched him sit, heard his insight into her own journey thus far and noted the burning aura within him. Nothing about him was characteristic of a simple bystander; a nobody to be passed by in the search for something far greater. Closing her eyes for but a moment she allowed herself to center on the thoughts that his words planted in the corners of her mind. If he wished to be treated as such, than why did he carry himself in a manner so different?
"Perhaps my intent was to make known my family in light of our mutual grasp of the Force," she breathed as she let her mind drift briefly over thoughts of family. "I speak of those I've lost but came before me, but I am not alone if that is what you're suggesting."
He may not have been, or perhaps he was not intending to, but she could not be certain with his insight into far more than he let on. Katria was still back where she had left her, but there was little purchase in knowing that one could not see beyond their eyes when they possessed access to the living Force. To be blinded by the pitch dark or blinding light of the Force was the only means she knew to mask the greatest truths.
"You claim you are nothing special, but the Force is never wrong in it's designations or deliverance. You have a purpose, a meaning, and perhaps that is what it intends for me to discover."
It wasn't until the large zabrak turned, his words rolling off his tongue in a manner she had not expected, that the young spacer fully grasped his aura. As though her were a beacon in an indecipherable murk the being before her held an energy even she had to briefly contemplate before fully immersing herself. It was when he finally brushed her mind back that she fully had come to grasp the entire gravity of the situation, her body recoiling minutely before she leveled her gaze to his own; scaling up to his entire height.
"Grand Master Vos," she mused as she let the syllables dance in the air. She had heard stories of the shadows, tales of the endeavors of those who chose the life of invisibility over the public light. Her master had spoken highly of their aspirations, but poorly of their methods, she herself having been one of those adverse to act of subterfuge. "You are a long way from the home of your order and charge."
Endor, as she knew it, was the planet that came to mind. Then the planet he had mentioned in a passing breath amidst his divulged caricature. All at once it had struck her as to why they had taken a stop at Dantooine on their journey to Felucia and all in that same instance did she realize just who the Force had drawn her to. Her eyes lighting up for but a moment, then dulling into their usual passive hue, she took in a breath and composed herself.
"My name is Dinah Vekarr, daughter of Tyria Vekarr and grand daughter of Shaden Vekarr. The Force led me here," she breathed, not sure how he would take what she was about to say. "It led me to you."
Was it bringing her cousin to a backwater world? Following the Force to a world so clouded even she could not discern it's guidance? As she pressed her mind beyond the quandary, delving deeper into her own understanding of the Force, the draw once again pressed against her mind. A draw she had felt before she and Katria's departure from Dantooine; towards an anchor she could not know identity.
The plague had been no mystery to she and her cousin, it's very nature and cause as it swept across the galaxy. It was the survivors and their heroes that cluttered her mind with their very nature. Who were they? How had they survived? Where had they gone? As she walked the streets of Kway Teow, amidst the massive fungal columns and various habitation structures, she knew that perhaps one of those beings had found their way to this world.
She was familiar with the oblivion that was trusting in the Force for a distinct answer. The endless pool that was the Force was not one to provide absolute details or answers absent the need to be scrutinized. Even still she allowed it to guide her, with what little it wished to provide, and had followed it to the world of Felucia without more than a notion and an inkling. Her cousin would never understand, but essence had made itself sound in the Force and she would find it.
For the slightest of moments, the Force going silent, the young woman passed by a rather large and robed figure. A figure she felt drawn to watch, turning herself to follow his path as he carried his presence almost aimlessly. The Force spoke no more, save for whispers from all directions adrift about the being she had brought her focus down upon. With the slightest tap of her mind into the Force that she knew constantly flowed through her, she reached.
NAME: My name is Dinah Aerena Vekarr. My mother wanted something beautiful, and my father was adamant on naming me after his mother.
PRONUNCIATION: Die-Nuh Veck-ar.
FACTION: While my cousin Katria seems to be rather fond of her independence, and I'm comfortable keeping to myself. Even still, we Vekarr's do better together.
RANK: While I don't have a traditional rank, my master Nyla as a Rogue Master of the Jedi Order trained me since the day I displayed Force Potential. While my training would qualify me as a master, my unorthodox and non-traditional training inclines me to practice restraint.
SPECIES: Unlike my cousin I don't have any special genetics. I am simply human.
AGE: I am three months younger than my cousin Katria, which makes me twenty six.
SEX: I am female and I am loosely heterosexual.
HEIGHT: I stand at five feet six inches, I envy Katria's Epicanthix genes.
WEIGHT: I weigh in at one hundred and thirty two pounds, with that I'm on the slender side.
EYES: My eyes are a vivid blue, a trait I get from my father.
HAIR: I have long, shoulder length brown hair with natural highlights that fluctuate with the lighting of an environment.
SKIN: I have very pale skin with a fair complexion. While I would like to tan my skin a bit, I think I'd prefer to avoid the planets necessary to do so.
FORCE SENSITIVE: I am, and my mother was proud when it was discovered.
Agile: While my cousin likes to keep her distance and stay as far from combat as possible, I find I have to be quick on my feet. Due to this I find my speed is better than most I've encountered, whether it be with a blaster, a lightsaber or even simple bodily maneuvers.
Meticulous: I pay close attention to fine details. I like to keep things in an orderly fashion because it keeps me out of the way of hairy situations. The more easily I can peer through the fine print of a situation, the more easily I can slip through the cracks and slip myself out.
WEAKNESSES:
No-Nonsense: While this makes me more mature in many ways, it often comes down to a complex clashing debilitation in that I find it difficult to be casual or flirtatious when it would otherwise provide me with a better opportunity. I like to get to business rather than beat around the bush.
Force Reliant: While I am perfectly capable of applying my skills and talents as a smuggler and combatant, I find myself reliant on my ability to use the Force. Often times I find myself using the Force to augment an application of an ability or manipulation of a situation rather than relying on my own natural capability or the situation's organic evolutions.
APPEARANCE: While I stated above that I stand at five feet six inches, weigh one hundred and thirty two pounds and that I have long brown hair I have a minimal amount of distinguishing marks or traits to my body. It's my fashion, however, that stands out in contrast to my chosen career.
I prefer to wear clothes with more dignity, contrast from those of my cousins they would be much more modest sporting long sleeves and less revealed skin. While she would argue that this makes me much less exciting I would argue that it makes me more professional and distinct.
While there is a part of me that wishes I could dress more provocatively, I am more than comfortable with the clothing I have chosen for myself. I am confident in myself and how I carry myself, I don't have to prove myself to any of you.
Though if I was to disclose something significantly troublesome of my physical outward appearance it is that I have an array of scars and bruising on my body from my time as a practiced smuggler. Not even my training was able to prepare me for everything that the galaxy had to offer.
From an early age I knew I was from a special family. My grandfather was the son of a legendary mid rim smuggler and my mother was a talented Force Sensitive navigator. My life, however, begins when my mother met my father Jan on a routine smuggling trip from the Coruscant to Nar Shaddaa. I don't know what brought them together, or even why my mother was content to marry such a tough non-Force man, but I within months of their marriage I was conceived; and years later born.
My youth was a fairly complicated one, if you could call it a childhood, riddled with gun fights, explosions and general mayhem. For the first few months of my life I can safely, and ironically, say that my life was constantly in danger. It was during this time that my father suffered the injury that would bring him to a constant state of near death; my mother was never the same after that. As such, it was fairly quickly that I was passed along to the woman I would come to know as my teacher.
I didn't know in my youth what the significance of my place as Nyla Sallaros' apprentice, but as time passed it soon became quite apparent that my new teacher had once taught my mother same as me. However, unlike my mother, it was conveyed to me early on that my sensitivity to the Force being discovered not long after I was born had put me at a significant advantage over my mother and her very minor grasp of the nature of the Force. It made much less sense back then.
Needless to say, for a time, things went fairly well for a student learning from a rogue Jedi Master. She didn't like being referred to as such and often came to consider herself a drifter or a mystic. Her knowledge and skill were apparent, but she rarely discussed the origins of that experience in detail. Only when she was instructing me in the ways of the Force and it's applications did she fully delve into why she had left the Jedi Order and why she was so adamant against rejoining it after so many years.
My training was difficult at first, what with my grandfather constantly intervening with his own idea of how I should apply my talents, and for quite some time Nyla spent her days trying to segue me away from the use of a blaster. Ultimately it was a failed use of her energy as she resorted to teaching me the practical applications of the Force and lightsaber combat in tandem with my growing talent with my grandfather's DL-44 blaster pistol. While it wasn't efficient, it was flashy.
My first challenge came in the form of a skirmish between the Vekarr crew and an individual who claimed to be working for a very particular employer. It wasn't much of a fight, but it was one that showed me that even the applications of the Force were not enough to subdue a foe. My training with practical applications of telekinesis and emotions were no match for the wit and resilience of the man sent after us by this mystery employer. This was also the same day I discovered the brilliance of a lightsaber first hand.
During the years following I continued to focus on my training, despite Nyla's advancing age, taking my attention from skill to skill until I could fully realize where my talents lay. I hardly believe that my skills came to match hers, let alone any others, but I could say for certain that my future as a Force touched smuggler were promising. Something that became quickly pertinent when my grandfather and his brother disappeared into the empty reaches of space.
Leaving the search for my grandfather and her own father to Katria, I took to the depths of the core and studied everything on the Force I possibly could under the guidance of Nyla. A difficult task balancing the study of the Force, the nature of the galaxy and the practice of lightsaber combat in the same motion I strove to prove that a scoundrel could also become proficient in the ways of the Force; and contribute to their trade in a way that stood as productive.
Years have passed since then, I have returned from my exploration of the various planets about the galaxy and time has taught me control in a way I still find challenging to grasp. Even still, in light of my mother and master's disappearance, I am determined to take on the stead of my master and shape the galaxy from the pilots chair of a smuggling freighter. Some have said it will be impossible, others have sworn to make it challenging but if I have learned anything from the training my teacher put me through there is little I am unwilling to do to prove that I am as capable of taming the Force and the galaxy as any other.
My weapons and skills may be different from yours but I'm a Vekarr.
And Vekarr's get the job done.
SHIP & EQUIPMENT: Her cousin's top grade smuggling modified YT-1300 freighter called the "Vekarr's Pride".
Dinah carries a modified DL-44 blaster pistol that belonged to her grandfather Shaden Vekarr as well as two silver single-bladed lightsabers. While they feel impractical to her, she also has a liking of thermal detonators.
POWERS:
Control Force Powers:
Force Speed IIIIIIIIII
Force Stealth IIIIII
Force Valor I
Force Body IIII
Tapas IIII
Sense Force Powers:
Force Sense IIIIIIIIII
Force Sight IIII
Telepathy IIII
- Comprehend Speech IIII
Alteration Force Powers:
Alter Damage IIII
Droid Disable IIIII
Force Confusion IIIIIIIIII
Force-flash IIIIII
Force Jump IIIIII
Force Lightning III
Force Persuasion IIIIIIIIII
Force Push/Pull IIIIII
Force Weapon I
Force Stun IIIIII
Force Slow IIIII
Force Repulse IIIII
Force Grip IIIIIII
Malacia IIIIII
Mechu-deru IIII
Mind Trick IIIIIIIIII
Telekinesis IIIIIII
Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho III
Makashi I
Soresu III
Ataru II
Djem-so/Shien I
Niman IIII
Juyo/Vapaad* IIIIII
Extra Lightsaber Forms/Techniques:
Jar'Kai IIIII
Trakata I
*Practices Vapaad with a basic practical knowledge of it's mental application.