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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Wilhelm looked around in awe at the detail of the room, the breathtaking throne holding his attention.
At least, that’s what he let his face show.
Wilhelm was no stranger to royalty, or those seeking to fill the power void. His formative years were centered around diplomacy with multiple worlds. Cato Neimoidia, Scipio, Naboo, and countless others. This backwards industrial world was nothing in comparison to the rest of the galaxy, let alone the jewels in her crown.
After a moment of continued observation, Wilhelm smiled and addressed the servant.
“No my friend, I believe I am alright. Unless you have any standing orders from your master, I will be waiting here.”
As he spoke, Wilhelm slowly made his way to the throne, eventually taking his place to the right of the throne. There, he waited patiently.
“Now arriving at freshly liberated Kuat. More precisely, at your coordinates, Master. Records indicate that this is the Estate of the Ten. Enjoy your stay, Master.”
The engines of the yacht whined to a stop as the ship touched down in the hangar. Wilhelm descended the ramp to be greeted by a servant of Andor.
“Lord Quintas, a pleasure to meet you. Please, follow me.”
Staying silent, Wilhelm folded his hands behind his back and followed the servant.
With the cut of the transmission, Wilhelm’s office went dark. Silence surrounded him as he contemplated his next move. The table was set, and he was invited. But what awaited?
“Destiny,” he whispered under his breath.
The shutters on the windows slowly opened, giving way once more to the light of day. Wilhelm pressed a button on his desk to open a comm channel.
“Gregor, ready my personal ship. Send a Droid to pilot, I will be traveling to Kuat for… negotiations. Alone.”
After a brief delay, Gregor replied, “It will be done, my Lord. But, alone, sir? The galaxy isn’t as safe as it was before the-“
Wilhelm interjected, “Silence! While I appreciate the concern Gregor, I am well aware of the current threats around the galaxy. I will be in the hangar soon. See to it that my ship is ready.”
On the wall hung three vibroblades. Two common blades formed an X while a thinner, more elegant duelist's blade divided them. Wilhelm approached the display and gently pulled on the duelist’s blade. A small click could be heard as a panel opened to reveal a curved lightsaber. Like his predecessor who had passed decades ago, Wilhelm had long practiced saber combat and prided himself as an expert duelist. Grabbing the weapon, Wilhelm attached it to his side. Donning his black cape, Wilhelm concealed the saber and made his way to the hangar.
The events on Kuat took Wilhelm back. Being cut off from the galaxy had crippled his intelligence network. Nevertheless, this was not Wilhelm’s first negotiation. He laughed at the idea that he cared about “saving” Serenno.
“Do you think I care about the survival of Serrano? People are a resource. They can, and will, be replaced.” Wilhelm seated himself in his chair, placing his elbows on the desk and crossing his fingers. “No Andor, I need you for something else. I need you for knowledge. Those with the knowledge of history have the power to repeat it. Or finish the work those before you started…”
Wilhelm’s voice trailed off and he averted his gaze to the side briefly. He shifted his eyes back to meet Andor’s. “Tell me, Andor, have you ever heard of the research of Darth Plagueis? The one who delved into creating life? Preserving it indefinitely?”
The repulse took Wilhelm by surprise. Even more surprising was the grace by which Andor moved into position behind him. There was no resisting the force of the repulse. Wilhelm was knocked off balance and was going to hit the ground. He needed to make the best of the bad situation. Andor had positioned himself behind Wilhelm. Knowing Andor’s saber was likely aimed to skewer him, Wilhelm turned his body slightly to the left by shifting his left heel. Andor’s saber grazed Wilhelm’s Phrik armor, weakening it significantly on the left side, but still protecting him from harm.
With the same movement to the left, Wilhelm brought his saber around, aiming directly for Andor’s gut. If he did not move, this would surely pierce Andor’s armor, gravely injuring him. Regardless if the attack connected, Wilhelm would land on his left side and on the ground.
“Direct and to the point. I appreciate the promptness, although I will require more proof for the Godliness claim. Nevertheless, I sought audience to discuss what I believe to be a fruitful alliance. I have my suspicions as to what your true nature is. If I am correct, I understand that you cannot exactly reveal yourself to the galaxy at large. Your kind has largely been forgotten by the common rabble, but given enough time, they will come to see you for what you are.”
Wilhelm stepped closer to the holoprojector, hands behind his back still clasped.
“So this is what I propose. While you continue to work in the shadows, I shall be your face. Using the diplomatic connections I have built through the years and the coffers of Serrano, I will act on your behalf to sow whatever seeds you desire throughout the galaxy. Together, we shall reap a harvest of limitless potential.”
The smirk returned to his face. “What say you, Andor? Will you accept my assistance to spread your influence?”
Wilhelm stood at the observation window looking down upon his capital city. He studied the razed lower class quarter that burned at the height of the plague in the riots. The middle class believed that the plague originated in the lower class quarters. Before they could be stopped, a riotous group swarmed the ghetto, burning much of it to the ground. Serenno’s security forces barely contained the incident before the rioting overran the entire city. Tens of thousands died, crippling many of the trading companies. It would take over a decade for Serenno to recuperate.
No matter, Wilhelm thought to himself. Progress with march forward. It always does.
Wilhelm’s thoughts were interrupted by an alert from his desk. A holo communication was pending. Wilhelm pondered the alert and turned to face the holoprojector. With a wave of the hand, the room darkened and doors were locked. A hooded figure appeared, shrouded in darkness
Wilhelm smirked slightly and dryly inquired, “Andor, I presume?”
There were two options to attempt to deal with this tornado of death; move, or stand firm. Wilhelm chose the former.
Wilhelm firmly planted his feet on the courtyard stone. His left hand left the resting position from his back and gripped the hilt of his saber to attempt to brace against what was coming next. Rather than continue waiting, Wilhelm made the next move. With one motion, Wilhelm's saber moved the opposite direction of Andor's spin and found itself locked in-between both Andor's weapons. By doing this, Wilhelm hoped to stop the onslaught, even if this required a large amount of physical effort.
Wilhelm flicked his saber, deflecting the blaster bolts with ease across other areas of the courtyard. He then returned to the same defensive posture, lightsaber held vertically in his right hand, left hand behind the back, and slowly began moving clockwise, keeping the same five meter distance. Wilhelm scoffed, “Come now, you must do more than that. Show me the true power of the Sith!”
Wilhelm exhaled and began to slowly make his way out to meet his opponent. His eyes flicked to the blaster on Andor’s hip as he reached for it.
A Sith Lord? Using a blaster? So uncivilized, Wilhelm thought to himself.
At five meters, Wilhelm ignited his lightsaber, the black blade slowly hissing as it emerged from the hilt. Wilhelm tightly gripped his saber in his right hand, adopting a defensive position. With his left hand, Wilhelm let free a small burst of Force Lightning. He did not expect to cause any real damage to Andor, instead the goal was to goad Andor into attacking first.
Wilhelm smirked as the download to his comm device completed. For years, he had been searching for more information on the Old Republic and it's histories. Now, on Dantooine, he finally had a more complete log on conflict between the Old Republic and the Sith Empire of old.
Wilhelm turned to leave the archives, but something was different from when he had entered. Something had arrived at the ruined temple. Something unsettling... Something... Powerful. He had arrived.
Well, I did request his presence, Wilhelm thought to himself.
But there was hate in the Force. This meeting would not be as civil as Wilhelm had hoped. He began creeping towards the archive exit, linked directly to the courtyard. And the source of Andor's power. Wilhelm removed his curved saber from his side as he stepped outside. Twenty meters away, directly across the courtyard, a figure stood in the opposing doorway.
Wilhelm called out, “Andor, I presume? Judging by the surge of power, I suppose you aren’t here to discuss diplomatically?”
Already knowing the answer, Wilhelm began channeling the old energies of the temple that haunted it. This fight would not be easy, but Wilhelm was determined to show his strength.
Wilhelm sat silently in his study drumming his fingers on the desk while a fire quietly popped in the hearth. Behind him, a large window was overlooking the once bustling capital of Serenno. The plague had taken it's toll on here, much like everywhere else. House Quintas barely maintained order, but resources were running thin. The finest doctors for hire had been brought to Serenno to try and discover a current, and they had failed. Not to mention they subcumed to the disease in the process. *What a waste of credits* Wilhelm thought to himself.
At that moment, the door chimed. Wilhelm stopped his drumming and sighed, "Enter." A dark haired, average sized man entered the study. It was Wilhelm's chief assistant, Gregor Quintas, a nephew of his.
"My Lord, I bring word of the... Man... You wished to learn more about. There is definitely more to him than what was originally believed."
Wilhelm stared into the fire, dryly answering, "Continue, Gregor. My patience is running thin nowadays and I really have no interest in playing guessing games." But Gregor's intial reaction was all that Wilhelm needed to solidify his assumptions.
Gregor stammered, "Er, yes, sorry my Lord, I-I meant no offense. Um, as I was saying, there is more to the man in question than what our original investigators tipped us off to. I assume you read the briefing on the assualt of the Red Dawn Medical Center?"
"Yes, I am familiar with the events that occurred. From what I understand, the Jedi effort to cure the plague was erased by enemy forces. The Jedi have been missing ever since."
"Correct, my Lord. But, after extensive communications and bribery, we've been able to pull the security holotapes of the attack. It's... Interesting, to say the least. I'll play it for you."
Walking over to the computer station, Gregor inserted a memory chip and began to play the security recording.
"I apologize in advance for the quality. The original footage was low quality and there was some corruption to contend with as well."
Wilhelm silently stared at the footage. Amid the chaos of smoke and explosions, a shuttle lands. A tall, sickly man exits. The video cuts to static momentarily. When it resumes, the man is now away from the shuttle, holding two objects in his hand.
*Lightsabers!* Wilhelm thought to himself. *Just as I suspected. The Sith aren't dead. Moreover, they are involved with the plague.*
The video cuts abruptly. "Again, My Lord, I apologize. That was the only remaining camera and it was destroyed in that moment." Gregor backs away from the computer and returns to standing across from the desk.
Wilhelm silently contemplated his next word choice. While he knew that an agent of the Sith had been involved, he wasn't sure if Gregor had possibly came to that conclusion as well.
"Gregor, what exactly did I just look at?"
"We aren't sure My Lord. We cross referenced insignias and have tracked it to some sort of... As crazy as it seems... Monastic order. The only name we've found has been whispers in the underground. Andor, I believe it was."
*Good* Wilhelm thought to himself. *Nobody suspects the Sith exist or have a hand in the matter.*
Wilhelm leaned back slightly from his desk before silently standing. He stared out the window overlooking his city before finally speaking.
"Gregor. I want an audience with this... Andor. I believe he may be the key to ensuring that House Quintas, and Serenno herself, do not collapse upon themselves. Put a word through our underground channels for contact."
Gregor stood quietly with his mouth agape for several moments. Wilhelm turned slightly while continuing to stare out of the window. "Gregor? I do not believe I stuttered. Begin work to get me an audience. Now."
Upon hearing the anger in Wilhelm's voice, Gregor regained his composure, "My-My Lord I'm not sure that is a good idea. This man orchestrated a successful attack against the Jedi, wiping out a fortified installation and killing those inside. I'm not sure I can do this in good faith, it may endanger-"
Wilhelm turned around to meet Gregor's eyes as he protested. Gregor's speech stopped abruptly as he could not find the will to continue speaking.
"Gregor," Wilhelm was now speaking through gritted teeth, his piercing blue eyes like daggers through his assistants soul, "You do not care about my endangerment. You live to serve *me*. You perform *my* will as *I* see fit. Now do as *you* are told!"
Any sense of protest, or memory of protest, was erased from Gregor's mind in that instant. Gregor simply smiled and replied, "As you wish, My Lord." Gregor bowed and exited the study. Wilhelm smirked, proud of his work and returned to staring out the window.
*This is the opportunity I have long awaited. If I am to solve the great mystery, I will need refinement in the arts of the Sith. The holocrons and sacred texts have long assisted me, but they are now exhausted. Andor, and this order of his, provide a new avenue for research. Until then, however, I wait.*
Wilhelm returned to his desk, again, drumming his fingers as he awaited the call.
Appearance: 45 years of age. 6'0, slender and fit. Short, silver hair with piercing blue eyes, yellow when overwhelmed with dark power. Fair complextion. Usually wears black military style outfits with red trim and adorned with the family crest; a golden starburst. A billowing black cape is always in tow.
Biography: Wilhelm, the oldest born child of House Quintas, was born into the political squabbles of Serenno. The planet had devolved into a feudal society following the fall of House Dooku. House Quintas maintained a modest amount of power and respect amongst the houses of Serenno, but never a major amount of either. A scholar at a young age, Wilhelm delved deep into galactic history, from the time of the Old Republic to the the rise of the Galatic Empire. These time periods developed Wilhelm's interest in the mysterious group known as the Sith. Wilhelm dedicated his life to discovering who the Sith were and all of their secrets.
By the age of 18, Wilhelm had developed a reputation of a young man who was able to close whatever deal was necessary to further his agendas. On the outside, Wilhelm seemed like a shrew negotiator. His tactics were a secret nobody understood. In reality, Wilhelm's studies into the Sith had paid off. Wilhelm became a master of mind manipulation. House Quintas' foolish rival houses stood no chance against the power of the force. One by one, Wilhelm coerced other houses to either swear fealty, become absorbed, or be destroyed militarily.
Wilhelm took a leave of absence from inter-house diplomatic work for House Quintas at age 25. Officially, this time was used to study the different cultures of the galaxies in order to expand intergalactic trade. Wilhelm's true motive was to visit sites considered sacred to the Sith and to further his descent into power. Much of this time was spent exploring the ruins of Korriban. It was here that Wilhelm discovered the ruins of a Sith Academy and the dark holocrons within. These holocrons taught Wilhelm the nature and abilities of the Sith. It was here that Wilhelm dubbed himself Darth Vita, echoing the Sith obsession with life. The newly anointed Darth Vita continued his training in secret around the galaxy, adopting a similar style of blade and combat technique to that of Count Dooku of Serenno. In addition to his mastery of single combat, Wilhelm continued to explore the unnatural abilities of the dark side of the force.
At age 35, Wilhelm's father, and head of House Quintas, died under mysterious circumstances shortly after Wilhelm's return. Doctors were stumped and eventually settled on natural causes. Only Wilhelm knew of the truth. He had used his ever growing Sith abilities to drain the living force from his father. With House Quintas under his control, Wilhelm fully consolidated power and retook the vacant title of Count of Serenno. Backed by the wealth of Serenno, Count Wilhelm began expanding his research into the Sith to achieve his ultimate goal: the manipulation of life in order to both create it and prolong it, because those who control life are those who rule it. All other Sith institutions had fallen due to lack of vision, Darth Vita's would not.
Weapons: Single curved saber, modeled in tribute to Count Dooku of Serenno. Black blade color. Biocoded and emp shielded.
Armor: Lightweight, military style tunic designed to allow for maximum maneuverability. Tightly woven and enfused with saber resistant Phrik material. Good against stopping single strikes but will wear quickly if hit multiple times in the same area. Black duelers gauntlets made of identical Phrik material.
Force abilities: Mastered: Mind Control Force Fear Drain Force
Proficient: Force Lightning Force Choke Force Cloak Telekinesis
Traits: + Extermely confident in abilities + Highly intelligent and adaptable + Rational and tactical + Master of diplomacy, even without assistance from the Force
- Obessive. - Desires only the best, and the best results. - Confidence to the point of narcissim. - Quick to retreat if the battle seems lost