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 Outlander Club was a gambling establishment and nightclub situated in the lower levels of the planet Coruscant's Uscru Entertainment District. It was a popular and busy location for both the higher echelons of Coruscant society and those engaged in more sinister activities. The club had a central bar which offered drinks and various cutouts where patrons could place bets on sports activities occurring across the galaxy such as podracing and grav-ball. Criminals and other individuals who did not want to garner attention would use the club and surrounding areas to sell illicit goods such as death sticks. Fugitives often used the constant crowds moving in and out of the club to shake pursuit.
Coruscant was as good of a place as any to disappear. Right? At least that had been the thought once upon a time. Now, however, Coruscant had been made something quite different. Now the millions upon millions of souls that one could . . . at one time . . . blend into, had simply become a skeleton of what they had once been. Death and famine had taken this world and its previously thriving and prosperous population had become but a fraction of their former selves as this galactic plague had ripped through the streets of every level of the city world in all but the blink of an eye. For those that had survived that cataclysmic event, life would never be that same again. The stench of death still hung heavy in air as corpses were carried from the streets by the common folk that called the underworld of Coruscant their home. You see . . . the streets of the lower city were far from the eye of what remained of Coruscant's former body of law. Down here, the every day citizen had to work for everything they had. Down here, the galaxy wasn't simply handed to you because mommy and daddy's pocketbook overflowed with credits. No, down here the scene was much graver.
By now, crews in the upper levels of the city would be hard at work to restore order and clean the mayhem from the streets up there - a luxury not shared by the grieving people down here who had to push passed the pain of lost loved ones to clean the streets and aim to repair the damage to the infrastructure had come in the wake of the violent past.
It was truly extraordinary how a community could come together after such a tragedy and push once more toward a better life and a better future. Not because it was a want or a desire, but more because it needed to happen. At one time, these people had been verbally and emotionally abusive to one another and now they helped and counselled one another, setting aside selfish ambitions and petty grievances in the process. Because of this, the Outlander Club had been able to reopen, further lifting the morale and spirits of those of this area of the undercity.
The Outlander Club was more crowded than it had been in recent weeks on this night. Some of the gambling tables had come back to life and the bar owner had recently managed to procured a new supply of drinks, though no one dared ask how. Deliveries and supply drops hadn't reached this low into the city yet, and truth be told, many of the essential supplies were beginning to run low so when it came to the procurement of more resources, no questions were asked.
Sitting on the far side of the bar, Rin had the look of a Manadalorian, but she had no helmet with her. Her long, red hair lay cozily over her armored shoulders. She had a soft, fair complexion with soft features and light blue-green eyes to accompany them. She stood at about five feet and seven inches as she leaned against the bar, but her build was impossible to make out beneath her armored exterior. Holstered along her right thigh was a single Defender sporting blaster pistol and it was the only notable weapon she had on her as all her other weaponry had been lost amid the chaos that overcame Coruscant and destroyed her personal light freighter, basically leaving her stranded here.
Reaching out a hand, she grabbed her larger mug and took a rather hefty gulp of the ale that sloshed around the cup before returning it to the counter.
There is a hidden grace in being forced away from everything you ever knew and aspired to be when that path wouldn't be able to accept you for who you were. And perhaps there was something more than that when the harbinger of your damnation was of your own flesh and blood. When your father - the one who is supposed to support and protect you - is the one kicks you aside as a child does a small rock. Deep within it still hurt to know this truth, but perhaps this was all for the better. Perhaps the underlying message in this whole ordeal was that you could never fully trust anyone, because the moment you do, you open yourself to being stabbed in the back.
Rin ran a hand through her long hair as she thought long and hard of her past. Of her family that had abandoned her and how they may been effected by this plague that ran its course through the galaxy. So much death. So much pain. Fear from the uncertainty of the future hung heavily in the air.
She closed her eyes and pushed such thoughts from her mind. She had no more family. She had no friends. The was no one she could trust for trust was a luxury she'd not been dealt. No - life had dealt her an unfortunate hand, yet she aspired to make the most of what she had. Opening her eyes again, her gaze fell upon that of the barkeep who had begun topping her mug off with Corellian Ale. "How do you continue when your world has been torn from under you? When the very ones who are sworn to protect you are more focused on helping themselves than those they serve. What is it that drives you all to continue on and pick up your lives like so?" Rin didn't fully expect an answer from the man as he finished filling her mug and as such wouldn't have been offended should he choose not answer.
Instead, however, the man looked up at her and smiled. "Down here, life is simpler. We've always had to fend for ourselves. We've had to help each other out down here. Protect each other. Care for each other. The same light that shines upon the upper city is not the light that shines down here." His voice was of a gruff tone as he spoke. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, still smiling as he looked back at Rin.
"But with so much death and pain, what is it the truly pushes you forward?" She took a long swig from her mug after she replied. Her light brown eyes looked directly into the dark brown, nearly black of his.
"You see, dear . . . without the pain, there is nothing to be joyful for. Sure there is family. Friends. Money. Whatever else you love and cherish. But through all this pain and death, people truly realize how grateful they are. They realize how lucky they've been to survive and now they know they must live for more than themselves. They must live on for those they lost. Build a better world and live and greater life in honor of the loved ones they've lost. And they know they must help one another to attain that." As he concluded, he turned from Rin and returned to serving his other patrons.
Now this had really given her something to consider. Were these people really moving on and building a better life in the wake of such tragedy to honor those they've lost? Were they really able to do that? What was it about tragedy and loss that brought people together so? Why were things happening as they were here?
