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!
The Saga Continues is the product of the mind of ADMIN ADI; all contents are copyright their original owners. All characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. All images are copyright their original owners. This skin Operation Mindcrime was made by pharaoh leap of Pixel Perfect and put together by ADMIN KRYSTAL
*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.*
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...
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.
"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."
