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 Republic Executive Building—also known as the Senate Office Building, Executive Annex Dome and Senate Annex—was a large, domed administration building that also functioned as a spaceport in Galactic City's Senate District on Coruscant. It was sponsored by the Financial Appropriations Committee and constructed several years before the Clone Wars.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.
He watched quietly as a team of medical in HAZMAT gear carefully placed a sheet over one of many corpses strewn about the building. Mere hours had passed since the very worst of the epidemic broke out, and many of the doors throughout the facility were still locked tight. Senators and representatives from across the galaxy feared the worst for their families, and hysteria still sounded in the form of anguished tears, agonized screeches, and guttural howls of rage. What should have been a hub for order in the galaxy had been reduced to chaos.
The youth glanced over a deject pile of bodies in grim reminiscence. Within the last twenty four hours, those still warm bodies had been seized with madness, a red tinge to their eyes and froth spewing from their lips the only telltale sign of infection.
What else could it be but sickness, after all?
No magic could have conjured the effects he witnessed. As the medical teams called out a lack of symptoms, an inability to trace any sort of bacteria, and an overall failure to achieve anything at all, Makoto let a sigh loose.
"Thank you for volunteering with the relief effort, Mister Warren," the Chief of Republic Investigation clapped a hand on his shoulder. The younger man snapped back to reality and managed a sad smile in response. "There really is no way of predicting whether or not this is still contagious, or if there are still active infected individuals."
He shook his head. "Not at all," he responded, "this is the least I can do. There has been so much death- if any single life can be saved in the midst of all this, I would like to ensure it done."
He looked over one of the more prominent, isolated bodies, and the inspector followed his gaze with a pained expression. "The House Speaker," he iterated. "Such a loss will surely destabilize Galactic Order, if nothing else does. Every sovereign planet in the Republic relies on the ability of the Senate to make decisions and keep the economy flowing smoothly."
The corpse was swathed in elegant fabric embroidered with gold and royal blue trim, and his eyes were rolled back so that only their whites were visible. "Without its leader to stem the conflict between fueding systems and profligate the tenuous peace we've all comfortably known for generations now, they will be reduced to bickering, inaction, and the rest of the galaxy will descend into anarchy."
"But this incident is hardly isolated, the reports say," Makoto muttered, more for his own benefit. "This isn't an act of war from some political organization hell-bent on replacing the Republic with its own ideology. They wouldn't have gone to the trouble of spreading it further than Galactic City. It wouldn't make sense. They'd lose a massive number of the people and places they intend to rule."
"Some people aren't interested in politics," the Investigator shrugged. "And while I'm loathe to say it, we can't even be sure that this was an act of terror. We're not ruling it out, but there's always a possibility that something happened in the Lower City, or someone who visited a backwater world contracted a foreign sickness that there was no cure for-"
"Pragmatic," Makoto responded, "but something definitely feels... wrong about all this. Something... out of place. I can't put my finger on it."
"I'm just following protocol," the other man replied as another team carted off a number of victims to be incinerated. Makoto disliked the idea, but there were to be no risks taken. He felt a hint of sadness as he watched the multitude of sheet-covered people whisked away from the office building.
"If you need some air, you're free to take a break, son." Makoto glanced up at the other man, and he noticed that his own hands were shaking. He shook his head slightly.
"No, I'll be fine," he whispered. "This just... brings back memories."
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.
"There's no end to the number of civilians casualties, it seems like," one of the senior officers murmured as the looked over the entryway and assessed the sea of bodies that lined that promenade, as well as the grand stairway that dipped into lower levels of Galactic City. The Force only knew how many there were from top to bottom, and they would not bother trying to count. "No one managed to get the entrance closed, so it just kept spreading into the Chambers. Only a handful of representatives are left alive, out of hundreds."
Makoto swallowed hard. He turned his gaze toward the byway that led toward the Senate Rotunda and his eyes rested on a charnel house. Gore dripped over the sides and rained down for miles below. It was not a scene fit for the capital of the Republic.
Or whatever was left of the Republic.
"We haven't managed to get a signal back from any Jedi," mentioned the Investigator, "and we can only fear the worst on that front. If they're scattered or dead, we can't ask them to help us restore order."
"We can't depend on the Jedi the way we used to," replied the Commissioner of Coruscant Security, a new arrival on the scene. "It was a crutch in the past, and it would be even more of one now. The Republic is in ruins, but now more than ever, its citizens need to learn to stand on their own two feet. Let the Jedi deal with Jedi problems- this is our womp rat to fry."
"I agree with that," Makoto chimed in, albeit softly. "No one should ever rely on strength other than their own to function. It makes you weak, and when you have no other choice, it will lead to tremendous failure."
"Sage words from such a young man," the Commissioner praised with a chuckle. "But enough of that- what will we do, without any other options? We can't exactly call a session of the Senate, after all."
"Local governance is the only option now," the Investigator answered. "We have to call on the office of Coruscanti governance and see who the elected official is- and if they managed to survive."
"I can answer that," the first officer interrupted. "Horatio Moorse, first district representative, was elected to the office of Planetary Governor two election cycles ago and remains the encumbent. I'm pleased to inform you all that he has been confirmed living, though quite shaken by the ordeal."
"Can't say I blame him," Makoto quipped.
"He's in the third ward fallout shelter, though they have yet to exit danger protocols. It could be several hours before he can be in contact with us."
"When he is, see to it we have a meeting arranged immediately," the Commissioner ordered.
"Of course, sir." Makoto watched the officer turn and head for a communications hub, then shook his head slowly. The whole world was reeling, even those men who were meant to keep it stable.
"I'll be on my way, with your leave," he said to the Commissioner, who offered a soft smile.
"Of course, son. Your assistance has been invaluable for the past few days. The Republic is in your debt."
"I owe much to the Republic," he responded with a respectful vow. "I'm merely doing my duty."
He turned without another word, and headed for the stairs outside.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.
