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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Venator cocked his head as she spoke, and then nodded along. She was offended by the armor but if she looked it was purely a ceremonial gift. He sighed inwardly at her hostility but reminded himself he was dealing with Mando's here and they where a tricky race. "I apologize for the armor, it was a gift from a former Mandolore, it seemed fitting to wear, that was my mistake." He removed the golden helm and tossed it to one of his men revealing his cruel Zabraki face, unlike his creator he had hair dreaded between his horns and a pointed beard he had both eyes and they burned yellow, like most of those steeped in the Darkside. "I want nothing but for the Mandolorian people to prosper, naas a jate Kelir acyk mhi." He finished simply, he was partially telling the truth and partially lying, one day he hoped to hire them as the mighty warriors they where but until they where stable here on Mandolore that wouldn't even remotely be a possibility, and what better way than to help them on their feet, the mando where crass and blunt, but they also knew how to repay a debt better than anyone, and for now this first time it would indeed be free of charge, no cost, no retainer, no he would pay for their services at a later date, he still had limitless resources when it came to funding and in the future he would make an offer they couldn't refuse. "Please understand I offer these goods in faith and friendship, they are a gift, there is no debt need be repaid, there is no time frame to return anything it is yours and I give it freely, I merely request that should a bidding war ever happen for your services I get a call before it begins, not even favoritism merely a chance to pay you and your glorious warriors their worth." He said lastly waiting for the go ahead to have supplies run down from the ships waiting in orbit from the Lady Mandolore.
The Shuttle descended and then out of the mists came two Mandalorian ships, they didn't seem hostile so the shuttle waggled its wings and let them begin the escort. The elite guard Venator had brought stood in formation near the ramp, however Venator himself was seated in an oddly placed central seat facing the ramp, his helmed head was lowered and he was caught deep in thought.
~Am I the true Venator? He whispered to his own mind, I am made of his flesh, I have his power, his skill his cunning and size, I wear his armor I walk amongst his men, or what where once his men, Venator had seen Loki, now five years older, somehow still alive, which if Venator walked should not be. He was damaged a cybernetic eye implant, and scars on his body, Venator was a perfect specimen, then why was Loki now so different from himself, imagine if they came together, creator and clone, what chaos could they sow upon the galaxy....~
With a gentle bump the shuttle touched down in a rather empty spaceport, the pilots remarked that Keldabe looked worse for wear, which seemed par for the course, according to his commanders the faction before the plague had been thirty warships strong and 80,000 troops now it was but two and some five thousand troops, but they would rebuild from the ashes for their Lord militant had returned.
"Scan the perimeter, I'm sure the Mando will have some type of contingency in place, I merely want to know, do not act, the galaxy has gone crazy and they are right to act us such, especially since they denied us landing clearance, make sure the supply shuttles are ready to launch on my command as well." He said as stood, he walked forward briskly and one of the crew members lowered the ramp that was now facing the envoys from the Mandolorian's. Five, interesting he had expected more in the open, so few? Perhaps they where worse off than he feared. He walked briskly down the ramp and nodded at them, it had just came through that they had denied his shuttle landing, noted he'd have to apologize for that.
"My apologies Mando'lore, my communications director failed to alert us in time that you did not wish us to land, he is being dealt with as we speak." Indeed at that moment World Eater troops where gleefully tearing apart the communications officer one limb at a time, a slow and agonizing death. "Now on to business, many years ago a Mandolorian and I ended up working together, later he revealed his ambitions, and I along with my order helped him seize control and unite your people, albeit temporarily he did not last long, however he gifted me this armor and he gained my respect and gratitude that stretches to all your people." Venator paused briefly. "The plague has been unkind to us all and in a gesture of solidarity and civility, we bring food, clothing, and medicine to the people of Mandolore, ready to be delivered at your word, and then we can discuss more serious matters, for there are enemies in the galaxy that would see your kind and mine obliterated from the galaxy..." Venator bowed low to the female mandolorian pegging her for the leader of her people that she was.
An Imperial II Class star destroyer dropped out of hyperspace, it was completely covered in black paint, on front of its bridge tower was a simple planetoid image surrounded by a gaping mouth as though being devoured, beside it came a Tector class painted the same exact way though it had red stripes running up it with the logo planted on its forward section. They where older ships but outfitted with modern hardware and the crews where battled hardened warriors of the World Eater faction they had been die hard loyalists to their Lord Militant Venator who had at last returned them and promised them what they craved most, blood and glory but that isn't why this small remaining force had come to Mandolore, no Venator the tall armored being on the Imperial II known as "The Invidia" Looked as the "The Malum" his Tector class also dropped out of space, neither had its shields or weapons primed.
"Commander Abslo, hail the planet and let it be known we come in peace and request an audience with The Mandolore." The man in the crisp black uniform nodded and hailed the planet requesting an audience Venator wore his armor, he had not told anyone here that he was replacement for their Lord Loki, that he was his clone, but he had his memories, he knew the codes and now this force, what was once a part of one of the largest military forces the galaxy had known was his, but another such force was in front of him, blood thirsty warriors, mercenary's, they'd work for the highest bidder and the best offers, and Venator had that in spades, he had access to massive accounts of credits, there where two separate accounts, one he couldn't touch but he'd cut it off the remaining money but it too was substantial. "Capitan Kard, prepare my shuttle, Abslo let me know when they respond right away."
::Hail Mandlore! My lord a former ally of your people Lord Militant Venator, requests a peaceful audience with your leader "The Mandolore." We humbly await your response.::
Venator turned on his heel, cloak swirling, he was completely encased in resplendent gold armor, once a gift from a former mandolore, the only difference was the lack of Jet pack and the helm, which was spiked and allowed his horns to exit them, it had been left for him at the cloning complex on Dantooine, Venator entered the hyperlift and was whisked away to his personal hanger and entered his lambada class star destroyer, he brought a token guard with him, four of his heavy warriors with simple bolt throwers and swords he wanted not a show of power but a show of respect.