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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Andor walked briskly into the medical bay moving to the nearest cot. Sitting on the edge of it, Andor hailed a 2-1B surgical droid that was buzzing by.
"You, droid, we have work to do." The Sith was impatient, itching to get to work on his undercover operation on Felucia. But before he could do that, he had to disguise himself. If he walked in the way he looked now, pale skin, white hair and crimson eyes, it would be a dead give away that he was a Sith. He needed facial reconstruction surgery, he needed to look different and unrecognizable.
"How can I be of assistance, sir?" The med droid asked as it approached Andor's side.
"I need facial reconstruction. Immediately."
"But sir, my scanners indicate that you are in perfect health and do not require any proce...."
Andor's impatience turned into anger and his prothetic hand collided into the torso of the 2-1B droid, sending it tumbling to the ground. "Just do it!"
Hastily, the droid reoriented itself and stood up before approaching Andor, who was in the process of removing his tunic, revealing his pale, athletically built torso, lined with scars. He laid flat on his back, as the droid took hold of his right, organic arm. Grabbing a needle from the tray stationed next to the bed, the droid attached it to an IV line, before sticking it into the inside of the Sith's forearm.
Immediately, the Sith felt his arm go cold as the anesthesia began to run through his bloodstream. The seconds ticked by slowly as Andor impatiently waited for sleep to overcome him. The droid moved around the medical bay, grabbing the tools and devices needed for the procedure and placing them on a rolling cart.
Andor's breathing grew slower and deeper, his eyes blinking more rapidly until he was swallowed by the darkness.
Groggily, Andor’s eyes lazily opened, his eyes still foggy and his mind unclear, the dwindling effects of his anesthesia. His left hand fumbled across his body before grasping at the IV in his right forearm, where he hastily ripped it out without so much as a grimace. He laid still, fully acknowledging the pain in his face, even with the medication… It was on fire, being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles. Of course, the pain was no debilitating, only a minor irritation that he focused on, using it to ground himself to reality.
He sat up, holding himself with his arms when the surgical droid approached him, “My Lord, the facial reconstruction procedure was successful,” It’s mechanical, whiney voice assured him as it handed the Dark Lord a small hand mirror.
Andor reached out to take it, and immediately noticed the skin on his organic right hand was much darker, bronzed dramatically compared to his usual sickly pale skin. Angling the glass to see himself, Andor stared at his reflection…
He didn’t even recognize himself.
His cheekbones were fully fleshed out, his lips more prominent, the furrows in his brow all but nonexistent. He looked much younger than he felt as he reached up to run his hand through his now dark brown hair, shaved almost down to his skin. Then, he made eye contact with himself, his eyes no longer crimson, but a dark blue, his skin matching the tone of his hand.
“The eye color was tricky,” The droid began, “So we decided to just go with colored contacts.”
Andor set the mirror down as he swung his legs over the side of the cot, bending over to put on his boots. Immediately, the medical droid moved to intercept him, trying to push him back onto his bed, “Sir, you need to rest. The anesthesia has not fully worn off yet. You could still experience moments of hallucination and dizziness.”
Suddenly, the droid froze as Andor clenched his hand into a fist, squeezing harder and harder, the Force flowing through it, fueled by his pain. The droid’s head creaked and moaned before it suddenly imploded, the metal giving way.
As the limp pile of metal hit the floor, Andor finished clothing himself and stood up. Taking the com link from his pocket, he messaged his own personal holodroid, SG-14.
“SG-14, prepare my ship for immediate takeoff and have coordinates uploaded for the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.”
With his black cloak swirling behind him, Andor departed the medical bay and the Sith Academy, making his way to his ship which rested on the far side of the Valley of the Dark Lords.
