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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Ne'tra Ruyot settled gently down in a relatively clear square just large enough for it to fit. Hettyc and R34Per moved down the ramp and secured the ship behind them. They moved carefully through town, their destination wasn't far but they weren't sure exactly what they'd find in town either... Desperate people are often hard to predict.
A few hours later they had a couple of repulsor sleds ferrying most of their booze from their cargo hold into one of the few open bars. The owner had plenty of creds, but those weren't worth much. One of his patrons was happy to trade fuel for most of it, which was fine by Hettyc. He also talked with a Gungan and got a small shipment of the plasma booma's the natives liked to use as hand grenades and dozen of the hydro-static shields. The natives got the last of his shipment to take to their underwater city in return.
R34Per suggested they enjoy a few hours down time while they could. They could also try to wrangle a few pilots or at least a few starships for the Aliit. It was a bit of a journey, but still every little bit would help. So they took a booth in the back corner, Hettyc working his way through a local scotch with his bucye sitting on the bench beside him. R34Per stood at the end of the table, discretely chatting with Naboo's many electronic denizens while keeping an auditory sensor sifting through the rooms conversations for anyone who might be of interest to them.
Hettyc's view port cleared to show a pristine world, with an obvious scab of smoke that could only be the smoldering remains of Theed. His YV-929, Ne'tra Ruyot, exited hyperspace smoothly and began sweeping for signs of local traffic. He picked up the ion trail of a ship that had preceded him maybe just hours ago. Though his sensors could do no more than trace it into Naboo's atmosphere. Someone had made a landing, but there seemed to be no local authority in place. It would be a good guess then that whoever had arrived before him could hold their own against the viral hordes, if any still existed on the planet below.
A more detailed scan of Theed as he approached high orbit, showed that the fires were dying out slowly, as they consumed the last abandoned remnants of the once scenic and iconic city. Hettyc checked and confirmed that his target destination no longer existed. A mild problem for a man with a full hold. Parts of the city had survived, and plenty of inhabitants remained, but the main spaceport was a total disaster. He scanned the surface surrounding the city. Most of it seemed to show signs of the inhabitant's violent passing. He focused on the areas that seemed devoid of these signs, hoping to find something of interest; in particular a place to offload cargo and maybe pick a new one up. If all else failed he'd just land outside of the city and get a few sleds to haul his cargo into one of the surviving establishments.
Hettyc listened quietly and attentively to his elders. They were far more experienced, which didn't quite equate to wiser, but came pretty close in this culture. He followed his Mand'alor's instructions literally, taking time to think through what he needed to do next. He spent his time listening as he ate, trying to get a better sense of the other clans. Everyone had been hit, none as hard as Ordo, but everyone was feeling the loss. It was perhaps the first time Hettyc had been in the 'baat and felt the atmosphere there was... echoylir, as opposed to the usual shereshoy. It was rather unnerving, but still everyone held a determination, a single stoic resolve to press through. It was a bitter grief that looked to the coming vengeance with eager anticipation.
As beings began to leave and go about their business in town, Hettyc excused himself and did the same. There were pilots to be hired and shuttled out to the various ports and outposts. Some would come with ships, many would not. Or'dinii needed logistical support badly, as did many of the aliite. Hettyc was calling in every favor he could to get pilots and other needed personnel onto the aliit's payroll for the near future. R34Per set himself to restaffing the training centers Or'dinii already had, and getting as many new recruits singed up as possible, while making the passing requirements even stricter, since these vode would be fighting a crusade against a wide variety of foes. Slacking off in classes would not be tolerated, lack of physical and mental discipline would be penalized significantly. Thankfully, most of the aliit was used to having to be in top shape to get through the year's tough scrapes. It just meant this year was going to be particularly brutal.
Things looked bleak for now, but in a few months... Or'dinii should be back on it's feet and ready to swinging. Though it's contribution to the war would be mostly older hulls, refitted and on occasion completely gutted and rebuilt beneath the shell. They'd be a rag tag bunch to be sure, but they'd all pull their weight. Hettyc and R34Per finished their business in town and then left to finish their cargo run, the war wouldn't pay for itself after all.
Ordo was gone? Or'dinii was plentiful still just scattered and disconnected. And Mand'alor calls for a crusade... There was work to be done indeed. Much work for everyone, but the mando'ade would pull through. They have faced many threats before, and will face many more. This... will be a time of glory for the mando'ade, though by necessity this time instead of their own ambition. Hettyc tried to process all the implications... It was just to much. Focus, first we are asked to rebuild. That would have to be his priority until mand'alor sent forth a new request. Or'dinii would rebuild and prepare for the coming crusade. Hopefully leadership of the clan would be finalized soon, and he could pass this great burden to someone more qualified. He could lead a handful of verde in battle, but an entire aliit through this mess? Hettyc did not envy the mand'alor, knowing how much greater this must all weigh upon him.
"Aliit Or'dinii is with you, oya mand'alor."
R34Per was quiet. He was making an audio recording of the entire meeting for the aliit's records. He was excited to be called to crusade; he was made to help big guns shoot things very well after all. And he'd gotten better since he'd left imperial service. Working with Hettyc was often boring, but it helped the aliit so R34Per didn't complain. It also kept him in contact with a wide variety of resources that he had never been allowed to work with freely before. As Hettyc announced Or'dinii's answer to the call, an uncomfortable moment after it had been made, R34Per added his own shrill whistle of excitement. The mando'ade were going to war!
Hettyc arrived after Reyn, having made a few short stops on the way. He'd heard the mand'alors call for aliit'alors and had passed it along to his Or'dinii contacts just in normal lines of communication were being disrupted by the aftershocks of the sorcerous plague. He gave the message the highest priority he could, to help it reach the right ears in time to respond. And he got a response all right... just not the one he expected much less wanted. Since he was closest surviving member of the aliit to manda'yaim... and since most of the Or'dinii Alor'ade had been killed in or shortly after the sorcery had struck. He'd be the aliit's voice for this meeting.
A short but intense data-dump had followed... Through which Hettyc cursed quietly. Or'dinii's unusual luck had held. By numbers, they had fared better than most, possibly all, other aliit. The quirk, was that most of the vode that the aliit did lose; had invariably been some sort of leadership or logistical support for the aliit. Many of the outposts had survived, or been consolidated, but had little way of getting supplies they needed. Communications were holding, for now, but it aliit Or'dinii would be quite busy just trying to re-establish tactile contact between it's worlds and outposts for years to come. Or'dinii had verde, and besbe, to fight with, but no way to get most of those verde to the fight.
A considerable quantity of the aliit's liquid resources were being funneled into getting new ships and crews to run the day to day supply runs until the Aliit could get it's own people trained and equipped to sustain the far flung outposts and worlds. Those worlds closest to Lehon, were able source some aid from the surviving vode there. For now, it was enough. Mostly thanks to the ingenuity that many mando'ade had cultivated in the years of working away from the main body of the galaxy. Still, Or'dinii had a long uphill fight ahead if they were going to avoid extinction all together.
And that's the short version of why Hettyc got to play aliit'alor today. For now it was acting only, but... well. If Reyn didn't kill him on the spot, and Hettyc wasn't really sure he was against that, He had a nagging feeling that this was going to be all too permanent for his liking. This time, both he and R34Per showed up at the Oyu'baat. R34Per had come along, mostly to help him keep the details straight and to record the meeting so that Hettyc could review the important parts later, since the sudden increase in responsibility made him want to drink himself under the floor boards... maybe permanently. He shook that thought from his head, He had work to do. He wouldn't let his aliit down, deliberately, not after everything else they'd found on their plates. His words to the brat on Manaan had been haunting him since he'd been designated acting Alor. Osik, Haran, Chakaare.
Pausing just inside the door, Hettyc removed his helm, and took a deep breath. Mostly to soothe his nerves. Seeing the alore already seated, he made his way over to the table and addressed Reyn directly. He remained standing until invited to take a seat, since he was only an acting alor.
Mand'alor... I regret to inform you, that I am, apparently, the best Aliit Or'dinii can send to this gathering. It would seem this curse has been a greater blight to us than I was aware of on Manaan. I hope I didn't cause you much trouble there?
Hettyc woke in his room over the 'baat, sleep slowly receding from his weary brain. Some great pile of osik had hit the galactic fan, and now everyone seemed to be screaming about it and how they deserved recompense for their losses. He didn't mind the steady stream of work; just the constant bleating that seemed to go with it lately. His next run would be pretty straight forward at least, delivering the 'baat's special blend of spiced caf to various licensed retailers as compensation for the bed and meal last night. This little run would end in a bar on Maanan if he recalled correctly... Eh, details were in his ship's log. First a bath and breakfast...
About half an hour later, Hettyc was finishing a hearty breakfast at the bar in his beskar'gam, buy'ce clipped to his hip. He finished his own mug of spiced caf as he stood and wiped his whiskered snout clean with the provided napkin. Fur was great, but it had a tendency to collect stray bits of food when eating. Tossing the used napkin on his plate, he donned his buy'ce and nodded to the bar tender, indicating that he was starting the supply run as soon he boarded his ship. The cargo had been loaded during the night, his gunner R34Per, had seen to the details.
R34Per was originally R3-4P, an imperial gunner aboard a strike cruiser patrolling the outer rim. Then a pirate raid went terribly wrong... In short the pirates mistimed their attack, and died horribly. Then the virus they had planted in the ships systems finally activated and vented all decks while bathing the ship in lethal doses of radiation for a short time. The now crew-less cruiser drifted on auto-pilot for weeks. Eventually a salvage crew found the ship and Hettyc had been tasked with returning the droids to an Imperial Naval Station for memory wipes and reassignment. One little droid had not been keen on being reassigned within the imperial navy. Hettyc was in need of more crew members, and offered the droid a job. It accepted, and took the name R34Per. That had been eighteen months before the galaxy went to osik, and now R34Per was as much a part of Hettyc's aliit as he was.
Hettyc smiled as he passed through the Oyu'baat's door on his way out, his aliit was one of the few that considered droids as equals. But, aliit Or'dinii was unusual in many regards, and most relished the nuances of the aliit. Hettyc checked his HUD chronometer and set lift off for T+40 minutes, alerting his vod with a few blinks to sync his chronometer with the ship's chronometer.
APPEARANCE: Sleek black fur, over lean, muscular body. Prefers to remain in motion, even if the motion is minor. Armor is painted in a mottled green pattern. He usually wears his armor, a light suit of beskargam, in public, unless on Selonia.
FORCE POWERS: N/A
WEAPONS: Beskad, katana blade. E-11 blaster carbine, assorted grenades. Other weapons are equipped to purpose.
BIOGRAPHY: Born off of Selonia. Grew up in a colony ship on it's way to the outer edges of the galaxy. Attacked by pirates in Hutt Space, the ship was boarded a number of times as it drifted with damaged drives. Slavers were pulling citizens out as fast as they could ship them to the pens. A young hutt to offense that such an operation was happening so close to his space and not contributing to his coffers. Most of the ship had been sacked already, when the hutt's enforcers arrived. They searched the ship carefully, marking sections for dismantling and scrapping. Hettyc barely more than a child, used the ship's systems against the enforcers, believing them to be more slavers, which wasn't far off. A mandolorian, more clever than most of the enforcers, caught him with a stun shot. Hettyc woke in a cell. A voice spoke to him, in selonian, and he responded. His new father explained what had happened to the others, and what could happen to him. It was his choice, to be a victim, or learn to fight and avenge those he'd lost. Hettyc chose the latter.
He grew and trained hard under his buir, working with him on his buir's contracts until he was skilled enough to take on his own work. He did grunt work, dirty work, whatever paid the bills and got him a little closer to exacting vengeance on the slavers. All it took in the end, was a stolen fighter, and a few well placed concussion missiles on a Hutt transport. The slavers were eradicated, though most of the slaves were also killed. Though in his mind, death was better than being enslaved, so it was a release. He's now looking for his next job, having sold the fighter for a beat up old shuttle, the sales being ... might have been inebriated at the time of the sale. Hettyc is currently flying a lightly used, YV-929, the armed variant. A "liberated" R-3 unit, R34Per, serves as his gunner. He's currently looking for a solid co-pilot, though various beinsg have filled the chair briefly.