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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The surface of Yavin IV was divided into several continental masses, two of which were Starloft and Wetyin. Notable natural formations included Massassi Valley, Skygazer Hill, and the Ferra Groves.
The moon's landmasses were covered by dense jungles and rain forests whose flora included purple-barked Massassi trees, grenade fungi, bioluminescent orchids, and climbing ferns. Yavin IV also had swampy areas.
A small vessel abruptly burst into the atmosphere of Yavin 4. Morrigan neatly piloted the ship setting down carefully in a clear area for landing. The position chosen was not only chosen with practical considerations in mind; the girl was on a mission - one guided by the bizarre supernatural attributes that she possessed. She leap from the ship landing softly on her feet. Breathing in deep her nostrils flared. Lighting a cigarette she stood thinking
The Old man in his minds eye deep inside watched the girl standing patiently;iron tenacity being one of the attributes she had inherited from the Old man. So A hand ran through hair and she lit another cigarette. If Keegan is there he thought she will find her.... She sighed lit another cigarette taking and inhaled deep holding it a long while then exhaling unconsciously blowing out rings of smoke. Eyes narrowed as time slipped by. A instrumental part of the future of all that he lived and would die for stood waiting for another key element to materialise..... All this the Old man saw.
A chill went up her spine and she shuddered but quickly realised that it was her omnipresent guardian the Old man. This transformed all which was cool and terrifying into the warm embrace of the formidable sentinel who stood watch over her every day of her life. Subconsciously her back stiffened and chin lifted up challenging all and any to attempt to take a swing. To the present issue of Keegan her longanimity wore thin but still she she waited. For the entity in question she would stand firm until wasting away to skin and bones
The girl stood troubled and torn between things in the near future, a possibility oh so desired and those in motion in the now of Manaan. Looked in this inner turmoil created by material reality it seemed as if she would be literally ripped to pieces. Steeling herself Morrigan chose the former. The second not completely dismissed she wrote a letter. When finished the fast writing she neatly folded the paper up, sealed it then left a kiss on it with the lipstick on mouth. Carefully hiding it in a place in on the ground turned without a look backwards and boarded her ship. And with that Morrigan took off disappear into the atmosphere.
The chaotic racket of alarms and sirens ran rampant through the bridge of the Valiant as the ship's computer rang out in distress. She was dying and was making sure those she harbored were made well aware of that fact. She held on for weeks now, smoldering as fires reemerged day in and day, almost as soon as they were put out they'd spring back to life again. The Valiant was dying. She was on the last string of her life and too short that life had been. But . . . her story was not yet over. It couldn't, and wouldn't be until she no longer functioned in any form. A time that was all too quickly approaching for her.
It took about an hour, maybe more, for the blue and green orb to fill the transparasteel viewport of the cruiser as Yavin IV crept close and closer. It's orbit was vacant; there was not a single ship that passed through the sector. It was as though life had come to a screeching halt in a moment's notice here. Like the prosperous life these people had once known was gone completely. Even if that were not the case, it's how it appeared on this day. Not one ship outside of the Valiant. Not a single one.
A moment longer passed and the engines sputtered and groaned on the cruiser and then finally ceased. They were dead. Their life had left them as the last of the fuel reserves had been expended. The pale blue glow that once emanated from the four large mechanical constructs dissipated and finally vanished. Shields were gone. Hyperdrive was gone. The communications array was down. And now the life of the engines had fleeted from existence. It was a sad day and the crew braced for the worst. They braced for the end and among them was their Commander. He was sitting in his chair in the bridge, leaning forward, resting his head in hand with the elbow secure to his thigh. He closed his eyes a moment and thought, letting his emotions swirl around like a vortex in his mind before bringing himself once more to the present. A new, more serious and determined expression came across his face and within a brief second, he'd sat up and thumbed a command to open the ship's intercom. "Today marks the end of a long journey and a journey well traveled. I couldn't have dreamed to have served alongside a more extraordinary group of men and woman than I have with you. I challenge you this. Remember your families, Remember your homes. Remember what you've fault for. We will get back to those. We will survive and we will prove the galaxy wrong for we are not meant to die this day. We are meant for so much more." Calum paused a moment and wiped a tear from his eye as his thoughts not only fell upon his family and his home, but also to the one single greatest part of his life. The woman he might not ever see again, but it was a doubt he had to bury. He had to remain strong, if not for himself, for the men and women that served beneath him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and proceeded to continue. "I am ordering you now to abandon the Valiant and use the escaped pods to seek refuge here on Yavin IV and make contact with the Republic. Make it home to your families. To your friends. To your loved ones and to everything you know and love. Do it all while holding their memory near and dear to your heart. You all came into the Navy for your own reasons, swearing you'd lay down your lives if you had to in service to the Republic, but I'm giving you another order. You said you would die for it; I'm asking you to survive for it. Serving with you has been the greatest of honors."
Speeches were not his thing, but still he put his heart behind his words. And he meant every word that left his mouth. And even as the officers aboard the bridge evacuated, he solely remained. A Lieutenant turned in his direction as his was about to step foot into the turbolift to head for the nearest escape pod. Concern filled her heart and sorrow covered her face. "Are you not coming, Commander?" There was genuine concern in her voice as she asked her question, maintaining eye contact as best as she could as he awaited his reply.
Calum sighed, and stood from his chair. "Lieutenant, it's been an honor. Go, I'll be behind you in a moment." It was a downright lie as he voiced his reply returning her salute as she turned to enter the turbolift. He felt bad for it, but he couldn't stomach telling her his true intentions were to stay with the cruiser. That he intended to go down with it, but save as many men and woman as he could in the process. Leaving every last escape pod and shuttle for the crew. He would not take away from their limited options of escape. Too many had already been lost in the struggle. Too many dead. And their blood was on his hands. It weighed so heavily on his heart and he didn't know just have much longer he could carry that. He couldn't lose any more. That's why he'd ordered their evacuation. It was the only option he had left to save them and he was going to use that.
One by one the pods and shuttles launched, darting to the planet's surface below. Following their Commander's orders. They were going to survive. They were going to send a distress call to the Republic, or what had once been the Republic, from Yavin IV's surface. They were going to be rescued if nothing else. They would make it home, even if their Commander did not.
He returned to his seat not and sat once more. The fiery embrace of the planet's atmosphere caressed the Valiant as she descended for her final time. Her speed exponentially increased as the planet's gravity pulled harder and harder at her. Hull plating broke and cracked before being ripped away. Still the speed of the ship increased more and more, alarms and sirens continuing to sound endlessly. The fires spread and threatened to envelope the entirety of the ship and the outside sped by in a blue. The altitude rapidly decreased and with a thunderous crash the Valiant came to her final rest.
She hit hard and broke apart in two and then three. Shrapnel flung about in all directions and a trail of ember and flame drew a crude trail as she finally skidded to a stop. She was nothing of her former glory. You could barely tell she'd once been a ship and it would be amazing to think anyone could have survived such a crash. It was a scene that screamed death and destruction. Agony and horror. The Valiant was dead. She met her end. She was no more.
Long live the Valiant.
An hour passed and nothing stirred at the scene. Then a second and a third. But as the fourth hour threatened to pass without a sign, something changed. On the bridge, Calum's eyes finally opened. He lay upon the durasteel floor, thrown from his seat on impact. Warm, red blood painted his head and face, and a splitting headache ravaged his head. A flurry of emotions washed over him. The gloom and depression, but the relief and happiness too. By all accounts he should not have survived, but it seemed the galaxy had other intentions for him. It seemed his story had not yet come to an end. He eased himself to a seated position and reached a hand, open palmed, and touched it to his forehead in an effort to stimulate the pain that throbbed about his head. The blood smeared a moment and painted his hand now too.
He'd survived, but at what cost? How was he to survive?
Struggling to regather his wits about him, Calum finally picked himself up, slowly rising to his feet. The excruciating throb of his head seemed to grow with his movement and his eyes shut tightly as he continued to try and repress it. When he finally did reopen his eyes and the flicker of blazon fire danced into his vision once more, he was forced down to a knee as a sense of vertigo took hold on him, rendering him weak and dizzy. The world seemed to spin in front of him before fading away for a moment just to be brought back in, though still blurry.
Again, Calum cast a gaze toward the crumbling ravine of the bridge; where he could see a gaping hole broken through the ship’s hull, allow a swift, cool breeze to flood the compartment from the world beyond. The flowing, lush, green plains a stark contrast to the shell of what had once been his home. The very thing where he’d forged a new family among those he commanded.
Once again, he picked himself back up to his feet, though his stance was unsteady and unbalanced. His eyes closed again and he shook his head. When they opened once more, it was time to advance. Time to survive and to, perhaps, wash clean his face and hair with the flowing water of a river or the still body of a lake should he be able to find one among the many that painted Yavin IV’s surface.
The Academy of Carida had prepared Calum for many things when he was younger, but never had it covered with him what to do if he survived such a devastating event. Of how to properly cope amid the overwhelming anxiety and depression that had surely taken its grip. The burden of defeat and ineffective leadership. The gloom of complete and utter failure that he felt now.
As he exited the vessel from the fracture gauged into the ship’s bridge, he took a moment to adjust. The rays of Yavin IV’s sun were intense and blurred his vision again. He shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them once again. Before him lay a picture of complete contrast from what he’d grown used to in the last several weeks. A vision of beauty and life. And to his surprise the trickle of flowing water could be heard nearby. There was a river or something close. Such a thing managed to bring a smile to his face.
He scanned a brief moment and found it several yards in from of him, which he decided to approach. However, his approach would be slow. It was taking more strength and determination, more resilience, than he was aware just to remain standing.
Once he finally reached the edge of the river, he fell to his knees and threw his hands into the water, cupping some and then splashing it onto his face to wash away some of the blood. He repeated again, taking note of just how dark a red the water turned as he tried to wash away the blood. Feeling around the back side of his right hip, Calum found assurance in the fact that he possessed his canteen and that it even had some weight to it, an indication of there still being some liquid inside. Truth was he didn't know how long he would be here and survival was now his number one priority. His dream now was simply to return to the one who made his heart complete. A woman he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see again.
In the utility belt the spanned his waistline, he pulled out a bandage and immediately began wrapping it around his head, ensuring not to cover his eyes, nose, mouth or ears; he would need all his senses if he were to survive. He'd lost quite a bit of blood, hadn't eaten now for several hours and only had just had his first drink of water a few seconds ago, not to mention his head was pounding profusely and slight vertigo had sunk in.
Calum waded into the river's embrace now, throwing out a string of curses as he did. The waters of the flowing body were not warm in the slightest today; something he had neglected to pick up on when he had thrown his hands in just moments before. In fact, they seemed to get colder and colder the farther he waded into them, along with the water seemed to get deeper and deeper as well. A good few minutes passed before he would make it up to his waist in the water, his balance not the best it could have been along with the ceaseless pounding of his head. The likelihood was high for Calum that the throbbing was due to a possible concussion, though the severity wouldn't be able to be diagnosed by anyone short of a doctor.
Damn! When was he going to wake from this nightmare? When were his eyes actually going to open in the real world and make this all just a dream? The last several weeks had been weeks of torment and horror.
He reached out with a hand and cupped some of the water from the river and brought the refreshing contents toward his lips.
