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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Cybernetic Eye Color (Left): Blood Red (Currently Unequipped)
{Capabilities:}
- Heat Vision
- Blood pressure/heart rate
- Substance analysis
- Rangefinder
- Aim Assist (only with scopes) Capabilities
{Brief Description:}
Broad shouldered, mid aged Sith Apprentice. Cybernetic left eye glows a deep red color from the depths of the dark brown cowl that covers his facial features. He bears a large scar that starts at his hairline, traces vertically across his left eye and continues through his jawline. He sports a close-cropped beard that he doesn't bother maintaining very often. He wears black cargo trousers with a form fitting black T-shirt underneath a black cortosis weave trench coat, his left arm is wrapped in tatters from his Jedi robes to remind him of his weak past. He also wears a painted black (with red trim) Beskar breastplate he acquired during one of his hunts during his short run as a bounty hunter.
{Backstory:}
Once the Jedi Knight Kirwin Hass, Darth Bellum was captured after the desperate fight on Honoghr. After an attempt to kill his captor and free himself Bellum was tortured, and feeling betrayed by those he thought were his friends fell into a dark submission. He was promised the power by his new master to defeat all who stand in his path of vengeance and rage. Bellum has vowed to bring war to the recently plague stricken universe.
Broad shouldered, mid aged Jedi exile. Cybernetic left eye glows a deep violet color from the depths of the dark brown cowl that covers his facial features. He bears a large scar that starts at his hairline, traces vertically across his left eye and continues through his jawline. He sports a close-cropped beard that he doesn't bother maintaining very often. He wears mainly the tans and browns of the old Jedi order. He also wears a camouflaged Beskar breastplate he acquired during one of his hunts during his short run as a bounty hunter.
Backstory:
Kirwin Hass was a Jedi Knight under the New Jedi Order that had been established by the long dead Grand Master Luke Skywalker. During a mission with his master Sok Fingu he had been tricked and ensnared by the power of the Dark Side and attempted and failed to kill his master. He had been sentenced by the Jedi Council to exile from the Jedi Order and its teachings. After being cast out of the Order Kirwin decided to put his abilities to use as a bounty hunter. After a few years he met and married his wife, a Twi'lek slave who once belonged to a Hutt. During one of his bounty missions Kirwin was severely injured and brought to Kamino to be healed. During that time he was never able to contact his wife and he has no idea whet has happened to her since his disappearance.
Weaponry:
DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
w/quick-draw holster
Standard heavy blaster with side mounted 2x scope for longer, sometimes less accurate shots.
After the parade concluded and they arrived at the endpoint Darth Bellum dismounted the chariot and followed closely behind his master to the two-seated speeder that sat waiting to bring them to their next destination. The look Andor gave him after boarding the second seat of the bike indicated he was to drive to the Estate of the Ten. Without any questions or second thoughts the apprentice took the front seat, started the engine and headed the bike for the estate. The wind whipped past his ears and the smell on the air cleared the further they got from the city. Eventually the air became crisp and it was the cleanest air he had breathed in a long time, even during his time on Kamino. Before long the speeder bike and its passengers arrived in the courtyard of the Estate of the Ten, where they were greeted by a servant walking down the stares from the front doors.
The Dark Jedi dismounted the bike and the servant bowed low before saying, "This way Master, Lord Quintas awaits your presence in the throne room." he was confused for a second before he realized the man was not talking to him, but rather his master, Andor. Bellum would quickly fell into a limping walk behind his master once Andor deemed ready to enter the estate and meet with his visitor.
Bellum sat in the shorter chair next to his master as the procession continued, a fitting place for the apprentice. He did not stew on the status the chair proclaimed to everyone for nobody even looked at him, despite his presence everyone looked upon his master and praised him like a god among them. "He did all of this? With the power of the Dark Side? Not even the Jedi of old were able to make the populace of a single planet praise them so. If this power over people is what Andor has promised me, then I must to my best to learn from him." Bellum thought as the day dragged on.
Bellum lifted the satchel at his side andplaced it in his lap, the leather of the bag had a weird texture to it, almost as if it wasn't animal skin. "The original owner must have been cruel indeed if this leather is what I think it is." He thought as his hand slid over it. The book and datastick were still securely inside the bag where he had placed them. His master had forgiven his transgression for not obtaining the cure, but he was sure he would please him even further with both the journal and the list of scientists.
Looking up at his master he could not tell if the smile that creased his face was a genuine smile or that of a facade to lull the people into a brainless following. Either way, his master appeared to be enjoying himself and his accomplishments on this planet, and Bellum hoped to keep him appeased with his gift and the journal at the end of this procession.
Opening his eye, the hooded apprentice turned and left the room he was in. Heading down the hall Bellum briskly walked with a small limp toward the presence of his master. It didn’t take him long before he arrived at the edge of the chariot Andor sat upon. “There has been a small hiccup in our plans my Master.” Spoke the apprentice in a low tone after falling to his good knee, he then rose and sat at the side of his master.
Bellum did not mean to bring dark tidings to this time of celebration of his master, but he needed to let him know as soon as possible. As the chariot began in its journey of celebration Bellum whispered in Andor’s ear, “I was unable to obtain the files for the cure. It would seem that the Jedi mean to keep the information from us. Even in death. I did however-"
The chariot soon entered the main street and the cheering was deafening to Bellum’s ears, he couldn’t even hear his own words as he tried to speak the good news of his time in the destroyed RDMC facility on Honoghr. Bellum had no clue what to do being looked at by thousands of pairs of eyes, and thousands of voices cheering for his master. He was loathed too remove his hood but figured it would be for the best and let it drop to his shoulders. He did not wave at anyone, nor did he smile, the celebration was for his master not him. He sat there and tried his hardest to disappear, the entire trip was agonizing to him, waiting for what more Darth Andor had to say of his mission, and having to parade throughout the streets.
Bellum’s star ship raced past the Drive Yards as he traveled with the information and item for his Master: Darth Andor. He wasn’t worried about his partial failure as he had also found a solution to the setback. The ship soon entered the planet’s atmosphere and was landing at the capitol’s hangar shortly after. As the Firespray powered down Bellum retrieved the satchel and data-stick and waited for the ramp to finish lowering before limping down it. His knee no longer hurt him, but the damage had been done and he would forever have a limp to remind him of his failure. There was no transit system to the capitol building where he was sure that Andor would locate himself, so he would be forced to walk the entire way. Fortunately, it was a brief stroll from the hangar bay.
Bellum began his walk to his destination, passing by various construction sites and burn pits. The streets were busy and loud compared to Honoghr’s destruction and silence. “Andor must have made quite an impression if they are working so fervently without complaining about working.” He said to himself as he continued trough the streets, turning this corner and that corner heading for the large building in the center of the city.
It didn’t take him long before he made it to the large set of stairs leading to the entry of the building, where four guards accosted him, “What is your business here?” the lead guard asked.
“Out of my way, Darth Andor is expecting me.” Bellum said smoothly, they were fortunate that he was in a good mood and unarmed.
“Identify yourself.” Countered the guard trying to identify Bellum from under his hood.
“If my apparel won’t prove my statement, then how about now?” he said as he reached up with his metallic right hand and pulled back his hood, revealing his face and covered left eye. “Darth Bellum is my name. Now move before I lose my patience with you.” The confrontation began to draw a small crowd, and he was sure that Andor had come here portraying himself as these people’s savior, so killing the guards right now would be a bad idea.
One of the guards tapped his earpiece and turned away from Bellum, probably trying to confirm his identity. Turning back, he said, “He’s cleared to enter.”
“Thank you, for the inconvenience.” Bellum breathed as he passed by the guards, favoring his left leg. The guards didn’t seem to hear him as they returned to their posts without anymore confrontation. Their lack of response disappointed Bellum, as he wanted nothing more than to crush each of their throats for getting in his way.
He eventually found his way to a large room where he guessed Andor might be, as he entered, he saw a high-backed chair on an elevated platform near the back wall, “Most likely Andor’s” he thought, he was unsure as to where in this massive building his master might be and decided to call out to him with the Force, “Master, I have returned with what you asked.”
Bellum limped down the hallway, his knee was starting to hurt even more than usual. He stopped to rest it on an undamaged bench as he contemlated on which room to check first. The main laboratory might be the best place to check. That was where Adi had introduced everyone to the lead scientist in charge of the research. Bacta was also on Bellum's list of items to obtain, he needed to heal his broken knee as quickly as possible. He had probed it with his mind as he traveled to Honoghr and realized that the reason he could walk on it so well was because it was a minor fracture, not completely broken. Even so, only having several days of natural healing without any medical aid had not helped his case. After an hour of rest and planning Bellum lifted himself from the bench and limped down the hallway once again. He finally made it to the main laboratory, the doors were closed and refused to open when he approached, meaning they must have either lost power or were locked. "A minor inconvinience." Bellum said as he called upon the Force to rip the doors out and thew them down the hallway. He then proceeded to march through the open doorway and straight to one of the many consoles located around the parimeter of the room.
Bellum was pleased to see that the consoles had power and were not password or ID protected. That pleasure however was slowly sucked dry as he began his search for the RDMC's research on the plague's cure. Moments turned to minutes which in turn extended to hours and hours of searching without any results. Bellum moved from console to console thinking the data might have been saved on a local file instead of a server file due to the importance, but after almost twenty straight hours and all consoles searched Bellum had found nothing on the research. Ragged and sleep deprived Bellum didn't have the energy to get angry about not finding the files. Instead he grabbed a datastick and downloaded a list of names of the scientists who had been working on the project, making sure that the lead scientist, by the name of 'Sven Bismarck' was on the list, if anyone knew anything on the cure it was him.
Once that was done Bellum tiredly shuffled his way to the medical labs, upset that he hadn't completed his master's mission for him. As he searched the shelves and drawers for a syringe of bacta for his knee. After pulling apart multiple storage containers he found waht he was looking for: a syringe of sedatives and a syringe labeled 'E-Bacta'; an experimental form of bacta. Sitting down in a rolling chair Bellum pulled the cap off of the sedative syringe and stabbed his upper thigh, injecting the medicine into his system. Once he felt the pain start to melt away he took the second syringe and repeated the process. Bellum then got up out of the chair and layed down on one of the patient tables and waited for the sedatives to fully take over every one of his senses.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep but Bellum felt fully refreshed and ready to travel. As he got off the table he felt a dull pain from his knee. He probed his knee with the Force and found that the bacta had done a number on the fracture, not fully healed but on the way to recovery. He began walking to the door but couldn't help the limp he had accuired. He walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the RDMC exit. He had accuired half of the items his master had sent him here for and he needed to return to him so that they could move to the next step in their plan. If they could get the scientists that had been working on the cure it might be possible to remake the research they had accomplished before the Attack on Honoghr. Bellum soon made it to his ship and fired up the engines. taking off the satchel Bellum placed it in a secure location on his ship. Soon his ship was in low orbit and Bellum was plotting his course back to Kuat.
He saw the fire light in her eyes, even from this distance. Something had struck a nerve in the woman, and Kirwin was ready for whatever her next move might be. He then listened to her response and watched as she lept into the air, not the first thing he expected from her, but one of the few predictions he had made in preparation. He calculated that the only way she could travers the distance to reach him she would have to aid her leap with the Force, but he hadn't noticed any flash of it, no matter how small.
The second her feet left the mound of trash she had been crouching on he snapped his rifle in-line and fired a round at the makeshift shield. Kirwin expected one of two results: either it would hit and nothing would happen, or it would bore through and strike whatever part of his target hid behind it. He wasn't done however, if he hit or not he didn't care, Kirwin then reached out with the Force and attempted to grab her entire being and slam her straight down into the pile of trash she was flying above.
He figured if he was successful in his attack there must be something in that mound for her to impale herself on, if not she would definitely be easier to capture and bring back to his client. "All too easy." He said under his breath as he stayed prepared for Jolene's next move by keeping his rifle leveled at her location.
Kirwin watched her move from her crouched position to all fours like she was ready to pounce down toward him. “It’s simple girl, get down and surrender. Children shouldn’t be playing where they can get hurt.” He said, slightly raising his voice to make sure she heard him. He knew she had heard him since he had heard her reply, but he figured he would humor her for a minute. He had the time to use, as his bounty wasn’t time compliant.
He continued to drink from the pool of the Force around him and prepared for any type of trickery Jolene might have for him. He knew that a cornered animal would resort to anything to try to break free from their captor, and Kirwin had been through many traps that had been set for him, some more dangerous than others. He didn’t know Jolene, or what she was capable of, but he did know that if he were in her stead, he would be planning some type of trap, even in the wide-open area they were in. He moved his right foot forward, keeping his feet shoulder width apart, and prepared for anything. Rifle poised to snap up from its ready-front position and fire at the slightest movement of hostility, even if she was a short distance away and up.
Kirwin found himself in a scrap yard and had finally made his way to the co-ordinance he had been given for his target, “So this is where my next bounty is?” he thought to himself. “Not a bad place to hide out in.” he made his way to the edge of the ‘area’ and scanned his surroundings as he drew upon the Force. He was unsure of if his new target had arrived yet or not, but either way he was ready for, “A miss Jolene Carter” Kirwin said out loud as the holo display showed a human female, who looked to be mid-twenties, in the palm of his hand. Looking back up he continued scanning the arena, using the heat signature capability of his cybernetic eye enhancement. That was when some sounds caught his attention from the opposite side of the circle. About twenty meters away and up a trash mound was his target. She was too far away from his holstered DL-44 heavy blaster, his lightsaber was definitely out of the question and stayed stowed in the small of his back. He could hit her with his DC-17m sniper rifle, which was currently aimed at the ground across his beskar covered chest, but that wouldn’t be very sportsman-like of him.
Kirwin hadn’t tried sensing her through the Force as he was storing up as much energy for later if he really needed it. Could never be too careful with other Force users these days, as they will talk nice one minute and try to stab you in the back the next. He called out to her, “Hey there little birdie, I see you perched up there on your roost. How about you come down here and surrender. Make it easy for the both of us. Wouldn’t want to damage that pretty face of yours, would we?” He kept mind open to his surroundings and his rifle at a ready low stance should she refuse, and he fully expected her to. He was simply trying to rile her up and get her to make a move and give him a reason to bring her back dead versus alive, he liked these kinds of bounties, where he got to choose. And this one had put him in a not-so-friendly mood because of the stinking planet he had been forced to travel to.
It had been a few weeks since Bellum had been on Honoghr, most of it was traveling through hyperspace. He had landed outside of the hangar he believed to be the one they had originally landed in a fortnight ago. The entire ceiling and parts of the supporting walls had collapsed, either from the fight, or the damage from the orbital bombardment during the battle. As Bellum limped through the giant hole in the wall, he could see multiple ships that had been twisted and mutilated by the rubble covering them, like a giant explosion had happened inside the hangar. Any undead that may have been in the area were either not present or had long since re-died. Lucky for him as he was unarmed and his injury had not fully healed from his last fight.
Bellum climbed over some rubble as he searched for the bodies of the fallen Sith his master had told him about. The exact location of where the fight had originated was difficult to find since the entire hangar had been destroyed as if blown up from the inside. Rubble covered every inch of the floor, varying from small pebbles to enormous slabs of duracreet and steel, and smoke dotted the area as if someone had just put out multiple fires at once. As he stumbled throughout the wreckage as he made his way to where he thought the fallen Lords of Ruin had been. Once he made it to the spot that he felt was the right area he found the entire area to be scorched as if a giant explosion had originated form there. Soot covered relatively flat area and scorch marks on the remaining wall indicated the blast had come from above.
Bellum stood for a second and closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force, trying to sense any sign as to where he could find what he was looking for. Nothing. He reached out again with the Force. Again, nothing. The anger within Bellum began to swell and threatened to take control, but as it grew, he remembered what his master had told him, “…Do not let your anger control you. You must be able to control it or you will fail.” The icy words cooled his temper slightly, he had to keep control or he would fail his master yet again, and he didn’t want that. Breathing in he used the anger and frustration he was feeling to fuel his search for Darth Ishmael’s Journal of Sith Alchemy. It was faint at first, as he was not used to searching for inanimate objects that did not contain the Force within them, but he eventually was able to zero in on a source similar to, but not quite like the Force. He limped over to a pile of ash and bending at the waste, found untouched by flame; a leather satchel covered in soot.
Opening the satchel Bellum found a book, bound by a string, also inside were a couple random odds and ends that he didn’t take time to identify as he had found what he wanted. He placed the journal back into the satchel and slung it over his shoulder and across his chest, “Now to find the data the RDMC had been working on.” He said to himself as he began walking for the entrance of the facility, favoring his left leg as he went. Bellum made sure to add Bacta to his list of items to grab before leaving. His knee had had a few days to heal, but it was still as broken as when Xrux had hit him. Flashes of the past battle crossed his vision as he made his way to the open doorway: the two Sith as they conversed with Adi, running from the fight as it started to go help… Geir. The old man had tried to keep him away from the fighting an helping the helpless. If he had been able to fight things may have been different. This was all Geir’s fault, and Adi’s; he couldn’t keep the fight from starting and now all things had fallen into place. “Maybe I should thank them. After all, they are the reason I am on my way to becoming a more powerful person, Sith or Jedi, it doesn’t matter. I will become powerful, and with that power I will be able to punish those who wronged me.”
Once his lightsaber was moved off target Kirwin deactivated it in an attempt of Trakata, and with a twitch of his wrist he reangling and reigniting it as Mike's shield rotated out leaving his entire torso exposed. If it worked the blade should leap from the emmiter and into Mike's chest. And the downward stroke of his shield would carry the blade down his body.
The knife would then slam into Kirwin's cybernetic eye at the same moment Mike slammed into his body. It was most likely Mike's continued momentum that saved Kirwin from dying right away. As earlier stated both forces hit at the same time, the smaller of the two (the knife) entered the metal eye aimed to continue through to his brain, ending his life. But the larger of the two forces (Mike) rotated Kirwin's head to the left more than enough moved that path from puncturing his brain to lodging itself in his skull an protruding out his left ear.
The pain was excruciating and Kirwin released a bloodcurtling scream as they both tumbed to tha floor. He immediately rolled away from his opponent losing track of his lightsaber. He rolled onto his knees and right hand, left pressed against the side of his head where the impaled knife sat. The pain he felt almost crippled his movements and thought process.
The room swirled around him as he slowly lifted himself to a kneeling sitting position and drew his blaster with his right hand shakily aiming it in what he thought was Mike's direction agonizingly waiting for the next attack. As blood poored down the left side of his face Kirwin's vision slowly began to darken. "It, it can't. It can't, can't end like this." He thought as every heartbeat felt like a mallet was striking him in the ear and eye. He dared not remove the knife from his face as it could potentially cause more damage than it already had.
There it was, not exactly what he had expected, but he felt it. He hadn't recovered enough Force to make a full fledged counter attack. A minimal movement defense would have to do. The moment Mike moved Kirwin summoned his lightsaber and ignited it with a snap-hiss, he dropped to his right knee, he then thrust his lightaber upwards to the spot that was just below the lower edge of Mike's shield. He didn't have time to do much more than that as Mike was upon him in the span of those few seconds. Kirwin hoped it would impale Mike before he could react to it.
If he were successful Mike would be stuck like a pig, if he were to fail at this offensive defense Kirwin would find himself with a face full of shield and possibly more damage than he had anticipated in this hunt.
Mike hadn't attacked at least. Even though the offer he gave was very enticing Kirwin had never betrayed a contract. He took every job seriously, he gave his word he would complete it and he wasn't going back on it. "Again, Master Frantz, I have to refuse your offer. As enticing as two-million credits sound, I gave my word to my client and I never break a promise. But if you come with me, maybe you can pay off your own bounty. My client is a very reasonable person. If you have the money that you claim to have that is. This is the last time I will ask." He countered one last time to Mike's reply with his final offer. His response would have one of two outcomes. One: Mike would agree to go under his custody and the fight would be over, deeming him the victor of this battle. Or two: Mike would refuse, forcing them to continue their fight until one of them fell or conceded.
As he gave his final offer Kirwin stood in a gunslinger stance, placing his right hand centimeters above the handle of his DL-44, "Please make the right choice Master Frantz." He said, as he prepared for the worst outcome to happen, leaving his mind open to the Force for any move Mike might make.
As Mike stepped out from the protection of the TIE wing, he kept almost all of his mody covered, but from the forehead up was available for reconfiguration. Before the man spoke Kirwin pulled the trigger of his weapon, but the bolt never fired, and Mike was unhurt. He frustratedly lowered his rifle as the older man spoke, setting it on a nearby crate he began walking toward the other, "I'm afraid can't do that Master Frantz. There is a bounty on your head and I aim to collect it. It said 'alive', but I can bring in your head for a discount. I'd rather not do the latter if I don't have to. So please, make this easy on the both of us and give up. Turn yourself in and we can stop this unnecessary fight." He had dropped his cloak as soon as Mike had revealed himself and once again drew on the Force to replenish what he had used.
Kirwin made sure to skirt the area that the potential explosive had not exploded. He was still puzzled by that, until he saw it: a shoto hilt. "So he was trying to skewer me. Not cause an explosion." He poked at it with the Force causeing it to roll further away from him as he walked and made a mental note of where it was for later information. By this time Kirwin had closed the distance from about twenty-five meters to twelve meters where he stopped, hoping the old man would just give up and make it an easy bounty.