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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I stood up straight as I considered that the weight of their anxieties were off of me. Never again would I challenge the helm on tactics, except in this case I considered that I was less portraying false meekness, and instead as an outsider with limited knowledge, a calculated risk… that was not going to pay off without its loss. By the time I realized that I was free to move, the Ring had been cleared. While the soldier had not been averse to clearing the area, part of him was glad he didn’t, as it did not give him an unearned ego over his enemy.
When Mand’ator tossed the axe to me, I reached out my right arm (the closest to the incoming axe) to catch it. Due to the density and the craftsmanship of the weapon, I did not have the stopping force to catch the blade single handedly. My arm faltered, and reflexively I let my right arm go slack enough so that the falter seemed intentional as I brought my left hand up to bring it to a stop in what I assumed was a lance based ready position. I turned my back to the ring to test the balance of the blade, twirling it hand over hand and spun it around its axis before grabbing my own helmet and returning my attention to the center of the ‘ring’
I nodded to Mand’alor to signify that the weapon was acceptable before donning my helmet. From the shuttle, my droid activated a translator matrix within the audio systems. I might not have understood what this man I offended said beforehand… but that ended now…. (Assuming of course we spoke during this duel.) I took a ready position with my right foot forward and my torso turned toward my opponent. I may not know how you were supposed to use this axe in combat. But assuming tactics of this weapons are similar to that of a lance and a two handed axe… I held the axe head high over my left shoulder with my hands apart in a ‘nimble’ grip… and chose to start the match on defensive to learn how the master wields this magnificent weapon.
The voice of Mandator was truly commanding. The voice had been filled with Mirth when speaking closely to another brother just steps away, but now it almost tiptoed the line between contemptuous and inquisitive. like the story of Fezzik, the Warrior King hat could snap any man like a twig… but wanted to understand the person first. I grasped the emitter so that the image canceled. Turning around i quickly reasoned that Mandalore, was also the title of the man that stood before me, who was Chief of this culture. Not knowing protocol i stood.
“Hail, wise Mandalore. I am designated as FS-525. I am a member of advance guard of an army that was prepared if the Jedi order ever had need to raise an army again. When I awoke after cryostasis that lasted decades, my tactical training was deemed insufficient and among three paths, i chose the one that led me here. I request you help to help me find the one that has only been taught to me as the fa…”
It was then that i opened my grasp around the emitter, letting the holo image stand… revealing that the man i sought stood in front of me as i spoke.
“…its you. Lord Mandalore, i request your help to prepare my mind and body for the tasks that will be asked of me. I know i am an outsider and likely not to be trusted. If you refuse me, i am gone…” Despite how many times i prepared i still didn’t account for being cut off by the armored man that spoke hard and fast in the foreign tongue. Not a word did i make out.
“Good sir, I know you are a man to be respected. But I request that you not speak so fast. I do not know your tongue. and…”
Again the man spoke cutting me off, but this time he spoke long enough for me to notice that he had pulled his pistol, and aimed it squarely between my eyes. Violence… now there was a language that transcended all boundaries. I took a moment and tried to use one of the techniques i had learned from my programing. If i executed it correctly in normal time the power would take place within the span of a calming breath. but for me would expand the time tenfold allowing my observation skills time to take in as much of the situation as possible.
‘not counting the two before me and the bartender, there are too many too count. if i pull my own, i would be shot before i could bring it up to fire.’
‘finger is on trigger, you reach to the holster, he will squeeze.’
‘if culture is based around honor, then atonement would be the best bet.’ I bowed my head and returned it to position.
“I am sorry sir if my presence has brought dishonor to those around me. If it will bring atonement in your judgement, let my blood wash among this gathering place.”
And just then the helmet began to speak… not of its own, but being used as a com link by the pilot back on the ship
::Uhh… sir, I don’t mean to interrupt, but there is a message for you from honoghr. You are requested to escort a young jedi to find a potential sample that could lead to a cure of the galaxy wide plague known as the Red-eyed death::
I nodded as the objective was relayed to me. Essentially while the others would take the lift in shifts my job was to establish our ‘link’ so that should the lift be a trap, there is a way to mitigate the damages. I was the last to depart from the shuttle. Grabbing my blaster I broke into a dash to make it across the hangar. However I did not even cross 10 meters when I felt not only my capacity to draw from the force waning… but also my own reserves began to deplete.
‘I must choose my movements methodically’
Considering my options I stretched my awareness outside of my body creating a permeable-if-invisible membrane in the force that increased situational awareness as well as where I could pull energy for reserves. As I began to move the bubble moved with me… at a slower pace. Taking this to mean that I would only maintain protections within the confines of this bubble I slowed.
As I crossed the room I was aware of ringing bolts flying towards me from both sides of the squabbling forces… the di'kutla pirates saw armor vaguely resembling imperial armor and the imperials saw me exit the shuttle. Either way overtime I seemed to have enough time to move out of the way to avoid impact.
The first downside came when the membrane passed over one particular pirate… he turned around and rushed me, finding his end down the barrel of my blaster.'Anyone that my link touches is aware of it.'
A laugh was let out as I felt my teammates slip through the membrane (seemingly the first sounds meant as communication). Once all of us were tucked inside, I methodically collapsed the bubble until it existed as tiny ones around each member with tubing connecting all of the others to myself.
<<We are linked up. It seems that while I am drawing on the force, I cannot move quickfoot. Andor, Ish, in the lift. I will wait behind for it to return. >>
The escort led our ship till it touched down before breaking off to resume patrol. For the first time since awakening did I feel a notion of fear. I was on the home world of ostensively a warlord, and I stood prepared to meet him in heavy duty but SHINY armor. I was not aware of how he would react. Passing me a cup of tea, my pilot appeared to calm my nerves
:: Drink this master, everything will be fine. Considering the Culture of the mandalorians, I would recommend if you meet Mand’alor, greet him with respect… but do not kowtow to him.::
I nodded and took the drink before I secured my helmet on my armor and departed for the Tavern.
I took a peak around the tavern… trying to find either of the subjects. Thanks to a link between my HUD and the shuttle, I was able to identify who people were. I was relatively sure that I had narrowed it down when a booming voice from the bar sounded
“Vod, Nari na gar buy'ce.1”
The source of the noise was a Besalisk standing behind the bar… while he was miming knocking on a helmet he was wiping down the counter and pouring two drinks. I advanced toward the bar, finally settling down to a stool … finally putting two and two together.
“You don’t speak Mando’a, do you offworlder? Primary rule here is no one hides in their armor. We all show our faces. I would enforce the other rules, but you try to tell a warrior culture not to bring vibroknives to the bar.”
I nodded and removed my helmet, placing it along side. As I gazed around the room I noticed that many of the warriors here were paled skinned bipeds… something the pilot would identify for me… minus seemingly one or two patrons and the Barkeep… I was the only Non-human in the congregated mass. I stroked my cheek Tendrils as the barkeep addressed me again.
“So, what will it be, neoade pel'gam2? Drinks are on the helm.”
“I can’t drink right now… I’m on duty”
“We all have our duties to complete, but right now duty is to enjoy the company of our Vod.” I pulled a data pad and holoemitter
“No, I mean, I am active duty. I am FS-525 of the GAJ. To complete my training, my path has left me here… I need to find a man named the Father who might help me finish my training.”
Not knowing the image of the individual, the father, which I was displaying was in the room. The man boomed with laughter as he waved over an armored individual
“Mand’alor, olaror jaon olar bal urcir Neoade pel'gam. Ibic cuyir Jetii’verd Cabur ta'na a dakajr yirhaou teh tabalhar.3”
1 Brother, Remove your helmet.
2 Crimson Skin
3 Mand’alor , come over here and meet Crimson skin . this be Jedi Soldier the Protectors sent a message about from patrol .
The ride through warp was less than eventful to say the least. my waking hours were divided between studying up on the culture of the people i was about to be among, Meditating, training the skills i had, and testing my tactical mind. Before too long i grew bored with everything except playing a three dimension version of Dejarik while suspended in an empty Bacta tank.
of course, it cannot be mental prowess and winning, as just when i was about to execute the best Fork maneuver ever seen, i was lowered to the ground as an alert summoned me to the cockpit where the pilot droid was trying to negotiate the space in front of us with some rather gruesome ships buzzing about
::ahh, master. so good of you to join me, praise the maker. Permit the diversion from my duties, but Welcome to Mandalore, 5th planet of the system of the same name, warmed by a sun that … shares the same name. I was attempting to slip through a convergence of Concordia and another moon when we attracted the attention of the Mandalorian protectors. we currently have 3 fangs and an Aka’jor chasing us down as well as 4 more Fangs seem to be coming in from a base ahead of us. we have been hailed::
I took a moment to consider the ramifications. The Father i was supposed to train with was some how related to the leader of these people…their Mand’alor. as i considered it, the longer i waited the more likely i could be seen as a threat.
“Transmit pertinent information. tell them that we only seek safe passage and an audience with their Chief to try and find the Father.” I mentally calculated the time it took for them to look over the data. they were either stalling for superior firepower , or transmitting the data to someone on the surface. as i reviewd the information i sent, i noticed that the acronym for the Grand Army of the Jedi had been included within the identifying information packet. when they transmitted again it was not in a tongue i was familiar with, so the pilot had to translate
:Jetii’verd, Mand'alor copaanir at urcir gar. shekemir mhi bah keldabe1:
after the transmission the fangs seemed to form a processional forbearers, leading my ship toward a landing area on the planet… while the Aka’jor remained behind us to ensure we didn’t try to pull a fast maneuver. I went to the lounge to prepare. while there, a message came on my com.
::Just thought you would be intrigued about this factoid. although convergences like this aren’t rare, the distance of this one is significantly close so that a rock thrown from concordia would land on the other moon with the explosive force of ten… no wait, my apologies, that is most certainly a false factoid::
Jedi Soldier, Mandalore will want to meet with you. follow us to Keldabe
My eyes opened and fluxed as my pupils attempted with great strain to adjust to the level of light in the chamber. I was in some sort of pod, and restrained in such ways to keep my body in a vertical position. once the soreness wore off and I could feel my limbs move again, I pushed open the door to my pod and took a wobbly step forward to the corridor. as my footsteps registered and imprints led me along the corridor past hundreds more pods. as I gazed in, I was surprised to see faces that did not match my own.
Surprisingly when I looked back at the path I should take, the echo footsteps were either pacing, tapping impatiently, or seemingly hoisting up to the toes to peak into a separate pod.
When the door opened I noticed the next room had much in it, but only one thing of interest at first, a watch. as I put it on, the voice recognized me
Welcome FS-525, please accept my apologies for the abrupt awakening, but you have been summoned.
I started to walk to the door to continue
Apologies FS-525, for cryostats following cloning, it was not necessary to cloth the new units, but you are naked and need to put on something before continuing
The echoes again led me back toward a table where a bodysuit lay. after donning it, the door opened to a lift and I entered
FS-525, while the lift is in motion, you are aboard the Saisei station. a covert project to use a new super soldier genome to create a grand army for the Jedi. However in testing the genome was found to be a genetic virus meant to restructure any species’ genome into its zenith. you are one of only a handful to be awoken first should a signal be sent out.
As I exited to the next room for a brief moment I felt like a kid in a candy store. before me stood what seemed to be the greatest collection of gear and weapons in the galaxy. without factoring in there was onsite fabrication, there was enough for an entire legion to equip with every unit not being pigeonholed into a single weapon choice.
FS-525, you have been trained as an elite operator. the genome has given you a connection to the force to augment your strength. your command leadership and an array of force abilities have been flashed trained into you. however, your training is not yet complete. gear up however you see fit. Figuring that wherever my training would take me I grabbed and tucked into a set of Katarn armor as an LEP droid approached with a DC-17m and a Bilari electro-chain whip.
FS-525 Please accept these weapons as symbols of your station as a member of the royal guard and forward unit. from here you have three choices to complete your training. Seek the lost Master on Spintir, Submit to the Dark one on Dormund Kaas, or Find the Father on Mandalore. I considered my options as I inspected the arms. memories were foggy but I could pick out that whomever this voice belonged to was a Jedi… weighing my choices I decided to take the path between. a pilot droid greeted me, his eyes glowing from red to green as we shook hands (I guess I was still wearing the biotech gaunt) I boarded a sneak ship that slipped out of the station and jumped to warp. once it was indicated safe another LEP droid came around, requesting my helm as well as handing me a data pad
::Safe travels FS-525. it should be noted that due to the nature of the Saisei station there will be no possible way for you to get back until whoever sent your call unlocks the key. The LEP droid is installing a data key with instruction to return… the key will remain locked until whoever woke you sends the appropriate signal.::
Fingers weaving through signs. As the pilot announced that we had dropped out of warp toward the location of the Imperial Star Destroyer, that was all I could seem to do. Use my limited tactile interpretation of the force to draw power to myself. And as I sat motionless (save for my hands, weaving signs.) I drew in as much of the power from the force that Nau and Dha seemed fit to provide.
And it seemed this day, Dha was more generous.
This was, in the most basic of terms, a training mission from Father. My task was to prove myself by aiding this cause to the completion of tasks. My mind began to swim with alternate possibilities, but then a wave of Nau silenced my thoughts and urged me once again to check my stock.
My tasks here were to aid the dar'jetii in there capture. I was a walking shooting battery so they had a greater reserve of power to get past any annoyances. on my own, I couldn’t match power output or skill against anyone here. but that is where using tactics made me useful.
First off was my armor. Katarn, gifted for this mission by Father. It wasn’t the hight of sophistication, but it would get the job done. My gear pack was on the ground with a DC-17m in Blaster configuration. the grenade attachment was in the pack, as were the rounds I could carry, two Breaching grenades, one sticky grenade and a standard anti armor grenade. My weapon of choice, a Bilari electro-chain whip, lay next to the pack, and I knew the hiding place of the vibroblade should someone get the better of that whip.
As I registered that we had landed, I slung my pack up and made my way down the ramp. I was ready to move when the order was given, but until that time I moved slow and methodically so I could draw more power to myself to prepare.