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 two duelists find themselves in a massive hangar, the Main Hangar to be exact. TIE Interceptors and TIE/D Defenders hang on their racks, boxes are moved about on turbolifts and repulsor carts. The smell of mechanical fluids linger in the air, and through the view port one can see the blackness of space drifting by.
On one side of the Hangar, two metallic doors hissed open as Darth Andor, Lord of Deception stalked into the busy hangar. He was clothed in his usual attire, a crimson tunic overlaid with a black cloak, the hood raised casting a shadow as black as pitch across his face.... except for the glare of his crimson eyes. His anger flared as his eyes darted across the hangar, surveying the setting... To any observers, it was clear he was looking for something, or someone, specific.
He was on the hunt. His prey was here. His prey could not escape.
There were reports of a Jedi on board, clad in the clothes of a mechanic and almost always seen drinking from a flask. There was only one Jedi in the entire galaxy that fit that description... An old adversary from Andor's undercover mission on Corellia. The Sith Lord opened up his mind, letting his aura in the force expand, the icy shadow of the darkside expanding around him, threatening to choke the life from everything it covered. If there was a Jedi on board, Andor let his presence become a beacon of black light, drawing in his opponent.
Hidden in the shadows of his hood, Andor's tongue glided smoothly over his lips, his hunger growing with the anticipation. His phryik lightsabers were hidden from view, strapped to the insides of his forearms, his DC-15s side arm blaster rested in a black holster strapped to his right thigh, and a thermal detonator laying dormant in a pouch on his belt that rested in the small of his back, beneath his black cloak. His left arm was prothetic and laced with cortosis, meeting with his neuro-shock hand, that was covered in synth-flesh, making it appear organic to the human eye.
As silent as a wraith, he waited. Death was here and this Jedi could not escape it.
