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
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"Oh my word," a voice called suddenly in the dim light. Ander's eyes snapped open and he lifted his chin from his chest. A cylindrical turbolift had appeared in the center of the chamber, and a woman had stepped outside of it. A soldier of familiar garb remained inside the lift, a rifle hanging from his shoulder. Ander felt suddenly dizzy as the woman rushed to his side, taking a knee before him and grasping his hand with hers. He felt her squeeze him while she looked concernedly over his face and body. "Call for the doctor," the woman urged the soldier, who did so using a personal comlink. The turbolift suddenly sealed and disappeared into the ceiling, taking the soldier with it. "The physician will be here shortly, Commander," the woman said hurriedly, attempting to soothe him with her voice, though he did not feel he needed soothing. As she fretted over him, he tried to ignore her, but she poke and prodded, and wanted to feel his pulse at the neck. He grabbed her wrist in a firm hand as she reached for his carotid, an reflex kicking in during a time of mental disorder and lethargy. "Don't...just don't." Ander muttered without letting go of her. The woman wrenched her hand away, frowning. Finally Ander got a good look at her, his vision was no longer swimming like it had been moments before. She was a pale skinned human woman, with cherry red lips and dark eyes. Her face was lined with several marks of age, though she remained fairly youthful. She wore her hair loosely around her shoulders, boasting long black locks. She was short statured, as women tended to be, and wore a black and green body suit with several zippered pockets. She wore a pistol on her thigh, but otherwise had no other weapons. "Who..." Ander asked, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. "Who are you?" He demanded as firmly as he could in spite of a weak voice. The woman's frown deepened, and she placed both her hands on his. "Commander...it's me, Hadrix. Ali Hadrix." Ander frowned, scouring his memory. But his life was a fuzzy mess inside his head. "Where...where are we?" He asked. "Yavin IV, beneath the Massassi Temple." Ali replied. "Who are you...to me?" Ander asked, revisiting the previous topic. The woman tilted her head slightly and took in a deep breath. "That's a complicated question. I used to be one of your soldiers." Ander blinked, "And now?" Ali smirked, "Now? Well now you're one of mine."
Again, Ander awakened suddenly, this time roused by the bright flashing light. It shifted in and out of focus as he blinked the lethargy and fluid out of his eyes, spotting the status light of a small control panel mere feet away from where he lay. It was built into the side of the capsule he'd fallen out of, which stood the height of a human man. Ander coughed, realising the moisture clinging to his skin. He lay in a pool of slick, serous fluid that coated the cold concrete floor around him, sticking to his body and peeling away as he moved. Slowly, he pulled his limbs beneath him and sat upright, wiping the bile from his lips and coughing the remaining fluid out of his throat. Where am I... he thought, having no real sense of his surroundings as he struggled to right himself onto his feet. Looking down, Ander realized he was naked, the reason for his frigidity. Within moments his eyes were fully functional, and he could take in his surroundings as he shivered in the cold. He was in a large stone chamber, roughly 20 meters across and wide, filled with dozens such capsules as the one he'd awoken in. These, however, were empty, their status consoles dark and silent, as was the rest of the chamber itself. A few electronic braziers lit the walls at long intervals, filling the chamber with a dull, pale light. Ander leaned against the large console that sat perpendicular to his capsule, looking for display screens to give him any sort of information about where he was, or why.
The last thing I remem...I was...we were fighting...the Temple. The Temple! Ander's thoughts raced momentarily as his immediate concern became determining the fate of the battle, of his comrades and his commandos. The thought of abject failure left him feeling sick, and he doubled over again and wretched. He had to put the concern out of his mind and orient himself, determine his priorities of work. I need clothes... Ander decided, groping around the room for something, anything, to cover his naked form with. At a nearby wall he found a locker, and within, a set of old Jedi robes. Ander used the cloak to dry himself, knowing he would need a fresher at some point, then carefully donned the tunic set and boots. The clothes felt loose on his body, but not overmuch, and at least now he was warm. Next he looked around for his lightsaber, but found no weapons or personal items of any kind. Where am I? Ander wondered silently yet again, and began looking for an exit to the strange chamber. Taking to the dimly lit walls, Ander searched for control panels or creases, but found nothing in the chamber that led to any sort of recognizable exit. Leaning against the wall, Ander brought his hands to his face, breathing deeply into them. It was there he felt the facial hair, long and hanging from his face as he had never worn it before. The beard was incredibly long, reaching down to his navel. He combed it with his fingers, amazed to find his dark brown hairs shot with more grey than he cared to remember ever having. "What is happening to me..." he muttered as he left the beard to fall against his chest. It tired him to stand, he suddenly realized as the emotional burden of his reality began to set in. He felt...old.
Blaster fire seared through vines and leaves, leaving behind scorching holes and setting the drier brush ablaze. All around him weaponry ran amok as the battle raging descended into a depraved chaos. Mandalorians and Jedi clashed around and throughout the Great Temple, scoring its stone foundations with countless blackened blemishes. Missiles and rockets streaked overhead, detonating in the air and on the ground. Infantry swarmed the forest, each side struggling to gain an advantage over the other. Dav Man'Sell, Battle Master of the Yavin IV Jedi, twirled his brilliant green and blue lightsabers through the air, cutting down Mandalorian soldiers left, right and center. Tebana Sor, his confidant and mate, matched his ferocity on the battlefield with an aura of calm and serenity. Ksandra Mallan, the winged Master of the Jedi, dropped from the air and descended upon her foes with speed and swiftness, her sandpanthers joining the fight as they tore at enemy soldiers with great claws. Others still were engrossed in their own battles against their hardened enemies, fighting a seemingly impossible fight. However, the greatest of their foes, the Mand'alor himself, had yet to be seen.
At the center of this chaotic chapter in Yavin IV's history stood Ander Tagira himself. The former Jedi Master turned disgraced commander, turned reformed hero, held his glowing green-white lightsaber at his side as his eyes traced every moment of the battle in utter awe. Blaster fire cut through the air around him, he could feel the heat of nearby explosions, watched the smoke trails of starfighters as they crashed into the forest that surrounded the Great Jedi Temple. His own commandos, garbed in armor similar to their enemies, pushed through the battle, cutting down their spiritual brethren, though only with great effort. Ander felt the force of a distant explosion buffer his face and he turned to watch the fire bloom above the canopy. How he had arrived at this point he could not have said, it was as if every moment of his life leading up to this one had been lost in the chaos of the battle itself.
It was from this mire that Ander awoke, his last moments rushing to the forefront of his memory in a torrent of sights, sounds and emotions. He felt the breath catch in his chest as he struggled for air, his fingers grasping weakly at his throat, clawing at air. He began to feel desperation assail him, and he realized his fingers couldn't move. His arms lifted weakly, flailing momentarily before striking a hard surface in front of him. A screeching electronic sound pierced his ears, and a bright, multicolored light assaulted his vision, spurring a sharp pain in his head. His head jerked forward and he felt the device in his mouth; the sensation continued down his throat until it faded into a dull tug in his chest.
He fell forward, his bare feet slipping on the ground below. The panel before him gave way and he was thrown onto his hands and knees before collapsing almost immediately onto the hard cold ground. Cold air shocked his skin, causing him to shiver tremendously and moan around the object in his throat. Ander struggled to turn to his side, his shaking arms lifting toward his mouth and grasping at the object. With great struggle and pain, Ander pulled the object from his throat. The snakelike tube seemed to take forever to leave his lips, and twice he vomited in the struggle. When he finally freed himself he felt the pain in his throat sharpen. He gagged again, then felt his ragged breathing explode into a coughing fit. When it finally subsided, Ander lifted a hand to his eyes, covering them from the searing light beating down on him.
After what felt like eternity, Ander's vision finally began to clear, though the piercing sound continued. Beside him he caught sight of a metal console, adorned with buttons and displays. He reached desperately for the commands that would end the ringing in his ears, finally slapping an alarm silencer by chance. Another eternity seemed to pass before Ander slipped into unconsciousness, his vision blacking as the cold enveloped body and mind...
I'll be starting off on old stomping grounds, like a lot of us here. I'll be looking toward some writing on Manaan shortly after kicking off of Yavin. Feel free to drop by or post here, send a PM, etc.
Cheers and beers folks, I'm glad to be here. Hope to see some familiar faces.
*The Great Temple, commonly referred to as the Massassi Temple, was built on Yavin 4 by the Massassi to worship Naga Sadow, a Sith Lord who had enslaved and mutated the Massassi using Sith alchemy. The Temple later housed the Rebel Alliance base, known as Massassi Base, and the Jedi Praxeum.*
APPEARANCE: Describe your character's physical appearance. While your avatar should represent your character's appearance, there might be some things not apparent in it for use in role-playing. Height, weight, eye color, hair color, and skin color may also be listed here.
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WEAPONS:
Ander carries with him two different sets of weaponry, depending on if he's actively on mission or simply waltzing about town.
Out of armor: 1 X Verpine Shattergun, hip-holstered 1 X Green-bladed black Lightsaber, small of back (hidden)
In armor: 1 X Verpine Assault Carbine, shoulder clipped 1 X Verpine Shattergun, hip-holstered 1 X Green-bladed black Lightsaber, small of back (hidden)
BIOGRAPHY:
Ander is roughly six feet tall, with dark hair and hazel eyes. His skin is light in tone, and his figure well taken care of, giving him a natural strength. He can usually be found wearing pocketed pants and jackets, with light shirts and boots, though he packs differently depending on where he happens to be. Two key events have caused an extreme shift in Ander's style of dress. The first being the discovery of his Mandalorian heritage on his father's side, and the adoption of his father's Mandalorian beskar armor, which he wears now and again in times of need. The armor's main coloring is red, its trimming black. The red denotes Ander's honoring of his father, Katarr Tagira; the black his adherence to bringing justice.
The second reason this change of dress was made was due to Ander's founding of GALSAF, the Galactic Security and Assistance Force, a rapid response task force dedicated to the destruction of those perceived as corrupt or evil. While uniforms are of little importance to GALSAF personnel, Ander's position as a leader at times demands it. Biography: Ander started life on Corellia, born in 14 years before the first Death Star was destroyed over Yavin, born to parents Katarr and Sandra Tagira. Katarr worked as a Mandalorian mercenary, and met Sandra during a job he took on for the Alliance. Both parents were part of the Rebel Alliance against the Empire, in their own way. Ander's mother served as an A-wing pilot, and his father helped to train Alliance infantry soldiers, teaching them the tactics of the old Grand Army's commandos, whom he once also helped to train. Not long after meeting, Sandra found out she was pregnant with a child. Their life together grew strenuous, especially after taking on the responsibilities of raising an infant, and it was Katarr's wish to train Ander in combat at the age of seven that led the marriage to split. Sandra remained with the Alliance, and Katarr left to take on work throughout the galaxy, never again seeing his son. Unfortunately for the now-broken family, things turned for the worse on Vulpter when Ander's mother deployed to the planet for a raid on a collection of Imperial storehouses that were being used to house chemical weapons. Katarr was working for the Imperials at that point, and was killed by a grenade thrown unwittingly by Sandra during the raid.
Her mind broke when she discovered the body of her ex-husband in the post-battle, and was nearly forced out of her commission by Alliance Command. Her fellow pilots, however, vouched for her stability and she kept her commission until the Battle of Sullust, when her anxieties and mental instabilities caused her to rocket her vessel into hyperspace, blacking out during the journey. She reappeared over Alzoc 3, her A-wing crashing into a transport shuttle upon reversion to real space, sending her into a coma and nearly resulting in her death. She remained in her coma for nearly 20 years, taken on by a medical group on Alzoc 3 that used her mind for testing of certain reactionary chemicals for coma patients. These drugs had no negative effects on her brain, but her son, who was orphaned at the age of eleven, fared much worse. Sandra came out of her coma at the outbreak of the Yuuzhan Vong war, and remained in the care of that very same medical organization. Her mental capacity was dampened, and her memory of her ex-husband, and her son were lost in her illness. Her son would not find her again for another nineteen years.
Ander, in the meantime, was taken on at the age of twenty-three by the Alliance to serve as a mechanic, and had the chance to meet Luke Skywalker just before his mission to Mount Tantiss on the backwater world of Wayland, during the Thrawn Crisis. When Skywalker established the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4, he invited Ander to come and learn the ways of the Force, and to become a Jedi. Ander accepted, and became one of the few Jedi a the new galaxy. During his training, Ander met Tebana Sor, and later on, others, such as Dav Man'Sell, a Jedi from the Old Republic Order, and Ksandra Mallan, another Jedi from that era. After Luke Skywalker left to establish the Jedi around the galaxy, he bestowed the Praxeum to Ander and his colleges, who ran the planet with much efficiency until Ander's own mental and emotional decline some years later. His lack of parentage and his desire to find his mother caused him to break down on many occasions, and become emotionally distant from his colleges. He soon began to lash out at others, and often would lead the Yavin 4 Jedi on dangerous pursuits of enemies more often than not spurred by Ander's own actions and words in the political world.
Eventually, he was forced out of his position on Yavin by his colleges, and in shame left the system in pursuit of change for himself, and his life. He decided to finally search out his mother's past, and if she remained among the living, her location. Ander had shortly dated a woman named Marla Edes during his time on Yavin 4. Shortly before Ander left, Edes returned from her exploits on Kessel with a piece of salvage material that contained a serial number Ander was able to match with old Rebel records to his mother's A-wing. The records were held aboard the memory core of an old Nebulon-B Medical Frigate, then under the care of a physician named Jasper Leeds.
When his mother had crashed over Alzoc 3, the retrieval and damage assessment crews had logged the serials of both vessels, which Ander traced to the planet and discovered where his mother was being held. After nearly forty years, Ander visited her for the first time, only to discover that she no longer knew who he was, and needed assistance for even simple things, such as dressing and eating. Ander stayed with her for some time, getting to know her and letting her know who he was; though he withheld the fact that he was her son from her, not wanting to place anymore strain on her already damaged mind.
Calo Foster, a young adult Ander had taken as an apprentice for some years on Yavin 4, helped Ander secure a place for his mother to reside on the planet of Mandalore, in the care of some of Foster's old friends. Ander gave up finding a cure or reversion process for his mother's mental declination, and has instead focused on making her last days comfortable and kind.
In the several years since leaving the Yavin 4 Praxeum, Ander began work on establishing GALSAF, the Galactic Security Assistance Force; an ad hoc military organization who's sole focus is the security of those who cannot provide it for themselves. GALSAF reached out to anybody facing the oppression of another, or even the simplistic petty crimes committed in dark alleys on dangerous worlds. With the help of several unnamed benefactors, Ander was able to secure the purchase of several Imperial-II class Star Destroyers, as well as an army's worth of weaponry, aircraft, and ground vehicles for GALSAF's recruits. Calo Foster, who became Ander's adopted son in the Mandalorian fashion, and his heir in all of his holdings, led the recruiting drive that focused on providing former combat veterans and security personnel with jobs amongst GALSAF's soldiers. Delmani Altic, a Jango clone and former soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic (eventually defecting from the Imperial Navy), became one of GALSAF's first military leaders, after Tagira himself. Others followed Ander from Yavin 4's own defense force, the Y4DF, in the years following his expulsion from the planet. A small force, GALSAF makes its way across the galaxy helping those in need, at whatever cost to the organization itself. GALSAF commandos are some of the best trained soldiers in the galaxy, trained by the best and unwaveringly committed to the GALSAF Charter and Mission Statement, the document drawn by Ander himself that provides the guidelines for all of their work.
However, Ander's tenure with GALSAF would eventually come to an end, and he would leave command of the organization to his most trusted military advisers of the time, Delmani Altic and Ali Hadrix. Now he seeks to reestablish his deep connection with the Force, and finally reconcile the two parts of himself, Mando'ad and Jedi, that he has struggled so long to hold in the balance.