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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As with all lucky breaks Dorian had his when he was least expecting it. Once all the cargo was secured and accounted for Dorian was sent to the bridge, it was a relatively short walk based on the size of the ship but it took him away from the rest of the men on board. As he made his way Dorian passed by the crew quarters, looking inside he saw that several of the infected crew were still alive.
Activating the cloaking device on his armour Dorian picked up a random pipe off the ground and walked around the corner swinging it against a wall before throwing the pipe down the hall. Almost on cue the horde of the infected individuals ran down the hall towards the noise bypassing the invisible man. Minutes passed before he heard the screams of surprise before a short gun battle.
Creeping down the hall Dorian was happy to see that the rest of his allies were dead, as with all but two of the infected. Or maybe not happy but surprised at the ease with which they had been dispatched. Aiming his new KD-30 at the first of the two remaining infected he fired at center of mass the bullet initially doing very little damage despite dropping the man. It took a few seconds for the acid to eat its way into a position where its burning nature was revealed. In those seconds though the second shot had been made taking out the right leg of the second individual.
Dorian hoped that his suits filters and his bodies natural immunity to toxins would be enough to keep the plague at bay. He had no wish to become a mindless murder bot. Picking up the second man the suits internal servos fought against the raw strength of the man he held. Tossing him into the ship that had brought the quartet Dorian removed the seal connecting the two ships. As they detached Dorian went back to the bridge and made the needed arrangements before the ship jumped into hyperspace leaving the planet far behind.
The corridor before the cargo bay was by far the worst one they quartet had encountered thus far. The plague had clearly taken hold on the crew and those that had not died from its effects right away began a terrible brutal attack on those not infected and indeed the ship itself. Two bodies were in the hallway the first seemingly one of the infected had bled out. Before he had though the damage he had done to the second body was terrible. The species was no longer identifiable nor even the gender. The skin had been peeled back and removed, the entrails had been looped through the hanging wires that had been exposed at some point.
Although Dorian had been able to keep his meal down the Selkath in the group was not able too and his stomach contents soon added to the mix. Inside the bay was far worse. Clearly some sort of defense had been mounted and failed. Much of the crew had died here, fighting for their lives.
Bending down Dorian picked up a pair of pistols on the ground near a dead Ithorian, on the handles were the symbol KD. Firing one of its rounds into a dead body what was left of the flesh started to melt away after a moment. Clearly they had some sort of poison inside. Tucking them into a duffel bag for later he looked around. The others were doing similar things. With much of the universe in chaos many of the dealers had disappeared or died, and new weapons were only laying around to be taken. Plus the contract stipulated that the cargo and the ship belonged to the one who ordered it. Everything else was free.
The same Selkath who had spilled his stomach contents a few moments before started to look at the crates. Opening some, he found credit blocks inside. Mostly useless on most worlds now. Everything worked off barter for the time being until some semblance of order was reestablished. Moving on to the next he found the real reason for them being here.
Gold. Platinum. Silver. These things were always amoung the most valued commodities in the galaxy and seemed to always hold their value. The rest of the cargo was forgotten as preperations were made to ensure it was all here.
Dorian sat in the back of a shuttle flying high into orbit around the planet. Around him were 4 other hired guns from the planet of Raltiir, all of them also non human, all of them experienced fighters because of the plague. Beneath his own armour none of them would know that he was humanoid, and if they did there was no showing it. He had shown no symptoms of the plague despite being in the system for more than a week. The man he had met in the diner was a human. How he survived was beyond Dorians comprehension but the job was a job.
Normally Dorian would only accept money for people, but there just werent enough people interested in his line of work. Maybe if he had been a PI it would be different. Instead he had been hired to board a ship above the planet. Since the plague had occurred more and more just floated aimlessly above the planet. This was not the first time that Dorain had seen this and no doubt there were worlds all around the galaxy with junk cluttering their upper atmosphere and space around.
As the ships docked together Dorian took point, unsure of what to expect he had brought enough gear to fight off a few dozen Crazies. This particular ship, the Point Break had been floating over the planet for two weeks, all calls to it had gone unanswered and the planet did not have the manpower to do anything beyond quarantine.
As the atmospheres between the two ships matched, and the doors hissed open he walked through the door
Clear lets go.
The others pushed by him and took up their own positions. Having looked at a schematic before entering the four began their short walk to the cargo hold to ensure that the cargo was still intact.
Turning around after seeing nothing Dorian was grabbed by the force and held still. His body unable to move, his finger resting on the secondary trigger of the blaster Carbine putting pressure on it but unable to complete the move to fire. If he could only just put one more ounce of pressure on the trigger a stun shot would have fired out and hopefully struck the Jedi.
Although his muscles were frozen his mouth was still open enough to talk. Sort of.
Raltiir had been one of the worst planets hit by this plague. At the height of infection more than half the population was infected at a single time, as was common with planets that had a high percentage of humans. If the people thought that the Imperials had been bad for the planet they could never have guessed the effects of this. The economy of the planet has been brought to a near standstill, and in effect those in the galaxy still alive have found the same issue.
Sitting in one of the few buildings still standing Dorian was in the Dusky Sky Cafe. Proudly owned by Ithorians the original owners were still alive albeit as different as the building before the infection. The windows had been boarded up. both because the glass was shattered and to add defense.
Drinking a lukewarm glass of beer he kept his back to the door and could feel the eyes on him. He was humanoid, and as such a risk. Worse he was a stranger in dangerous times. As far as he could tell he was either lucky to have not caught it when it first made its way across the galaxy or his Balosaurian DNA helped keep the disease from taking hold. He was here to meet with some prospective employees to do a job.
Cambrielle is the capital of Ralltiir. The city includes the famed Cambrielle Exploration Auditorium, and is home to Cambrielle SolidState Corporation and the popular Dusky Sky Café.
No one yelled out in pain, nor was there a resounding thud of a body dropping. Just the sound of blaster fire breaking the long dead stone. The air flow was already starting to dissipate the smoke screen he had thrown up. Not enough for a clear field of vision, but along the edges wisps of it were wafting through any hole they could find. If one were to see the room from outside they would think some hermit was burning something inside. Which is all that Jedi really are, space hermits with magic.
No longer standing still himself Dorian moved towards the direction he had fired his finger resting on the trigger ready to shoot at a moments notice, unaware of the Jedi circling in behind him.
As Geir spoke through the Force Dorian listened both to the words and to the things happening all around him. As his suit fully incased him it worked with a set of auditory sensors, which he normally kept at the regular hearing range. Now he cranked them up as loud as they could listening for anything. Breathing, or the rustling of fabric.
You are wrong you know. Your kind believe everything is the will of the Force, and maybe if I was like you I would believe that. Credits make the galaxy turn round, credits cause dynasties to rise and fall. Credits will sadly be the reason you go and join those who have walked the same path. Or they will be Dorians fall if he got distracted.
Jedi, you are partially right. I have no desire to fight you. Nor do I particularly want to kill you. This is just the life I have I left Balosar looking for something more and I still ended up in life of crime. This is just a job. I am sorry. If you win know your enemy hid something in these walls. Something that will lead to him, or expose what caused this mess we are in.
Listen as he might Dorian was not able to tell the exact location of the Jedi, but he could narrow it down. Slightly. Placing his .48 back in its holster, he reached up above his shoulder and pulled the Carbine from his back. Reducing the sensors back to normal so as to not deafen himself he fired 5 rounds raking from left to right making sure to get the maximum amount of spread from the weapon. Hopefully if nothing else the weapon would spook the rabbit from his warren.
Dorian landed his shuttle in the Naboo Spaceport, insuring that he had selected one of the few "safe" identification codes he put on his Norris Root jacket, grabbed his cane and walked off the shuttle with a noticeable limp. He had expected to meet some sort of docking authority, instead what greeted him was some sort of triage center. It turns out the plague had gotten onto Naboo at one point but unlike some of the systems there was still life here. It had not culled everyone planet side. Walking off the ship he strode by the dead and those few trying to clean and give proper burial to the dead. It would take a long time until everyone was gone, and the stink may never go away.
The Theed Royal Palace of the Royal House of Naboo was a magnificent edifice located on the edge of a cliff in the planet's capital city, Theed. Serving as the residence of the planetary monarch and the nerve center of the government, the ancient palace stood through the Galactic Republic's collapse and the birth of the New Republic several decades later.
Theed was a cultured city with elegant architecture and a unified, harmonious style borne from rebuilding after a troubled ancient past. Its domed buildings maintained a handcrafted aesthetic, although areas such as the sleek and mechanistic Theed power generator, a popular city attraction hosting regular tours, stood in stark contrast to this style. Theed was the capital city of the Naboo, a society of humans who lived on the planet. It was home to the Royal House of Naboo's palace, which was situated on the Palace Plaza. Other points of interests included the Palace Courtyard, the power generator, and the headquarters of both the Royal Naboo Security Forces and the Naboo Royal Space Fighter Corps. Theed also housed several universities.
It took a second for the debris to drop the first of it being no more than pebbles which bounced off the concealed mans shoulder, glancing up Dorian had just enough time to roll further into the room coming up with the .48 raised. For all his talk of peacefully ending this confrontation that was a sure fire way to cause more violence. His netting plan scrapped for now Dorians eyes scanned the room looking for where the hidden Jedi was.
He needed to move, the dust from the cave in being thrown everywhere including around around him. Fading into it Dorian decided to add to the dust and confusion by dropping a smoke grenade into the middle of the room thick plumes of dark smoke drifting outward with the aid of the slight breeze entering through the newest hole in the room.
What if someone does not agree with you, that some knowledge is best kept secret from the eyes of the public and the Jedi? He was trying to get the man to talk anything to help him locate where he was hiding. Slowly spinning hoping to either locate the man either by words Dorian was ready for whatever was to come next.
After firing the shot Dorian moved about ten feet to the right, trying to use the natural lighting filtering in through the destroyed building to his advantage. He did this more on reflex than anything else, he was still awed by the fact the man in front of him had deflected the round. That wasn't something you saw every day. That alone wasn't what had stopped him. It was the mans voice. He seemed to sense the inner turmoil here. He spoke as he walked
I'm paid to do this, and I don't think I can just ask you to leave. His own voice was heavily modulated to sound like a machine. If you had just turned around and left you would not have forced my hand.
There were many rumours about the Jedi and how they manged to do what they could. Some said there were little organisms in their blood that could alter the world around them. Others said they were a scam and wildly overblown. Dorian didn't know but no doubt it was along the same lines as his appendages on his head and could give an indication on how I person felt. As long as he kept his emotions in check and didn't think to hard on his next move, didn't plan on harming his quarry.
Raising his right arm slowly Dorian knew this would not harm the Jedi and focused specifically not harming him. Some bounty hunters used rockets on their wrists. Dorian used something less dangerous. On his wrist was a net launcher and Dorian fired it the Jedi hoping to snare him in its net.