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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Loki nodded at Rai, as he heard the A.I speak it wasn't micro, but another, Loki suddenly enveloped the area in a large force barrier like dome, including the troopers, Adi, Rai and himself, with another wave of his hand the few weak infected in the hanger where enveloped in flames and fell to the ground, withering in agony, with another heave of force energy Loki slammed the blast door shut, closing off the view of the destroyed hanger. "Niobe." He said into his wrist intercom.
::Yes master Loki, how may I assist you this fine evening::
Fine evening? He rolled his good eye and smiled wanly whoever had programmed Niobe had a funny bone that's for sure. "Remember what me and Micro worked on before we left for Naboo?"
::Yes sir, I certainly do, none of the charges have been ignited in the fighting though fire is encroaching on four of them as we speak.::
Loki nodded, trying to decide on a timeline. "Very well. Niobe initiate operation OverRun, security clearance zeta, Code X alpha beta seven one two."
::Clearance accepted, please indicate time frame required.::
The voice of the A.I had changed, becoming robotic and tense. Loki thought about their location and the location of others in the building. "Fifteen minutes Niobe. That's all we need."
:: Confirmed, Operation OverRun initiated.::
Klaxon alarms began blaring and the lights switched to emergency power as the reactors shut down and the charges of various bombs linked into Niobe's system began to prime, The Red Dawn would be destroyed. Every inch of it, the charges would cause a melt down and the reactors would cause a massive explosion, killing everything and every enemy within 20 miles, the hyper train would take them to the other side of the land mass that made up Honoghr in a matter of moments. "Yes, we should hurry." Loki said frowning, for the last year and a half the RDMC had been his home, now it was destroyed, at least Adi had let him install this precaution.
::Self destruct activated in T minus 15 Minutes, The Red Dawn Facility has fallen, Please proceed to a safe distance immediately or you will die a most painful death, have a pleasant evening::
Loki began moving after dispelling the barrier, he walked up to a blank panel of wall and held up his wrist link suddenly a small panel opened up and he deftly typed a few keys and the wall slid open to reveal an elevator type structure that didn't seem damaged. "This will take you all to a train below, it will take us to the evac point, lets go you'll all fit, I'll go on the next one." Loki said gesturing for them to squeeze in and move Adi via the force.
As we fired, I noticed out shots suddenly stopped going further than a few feet in front of us, I turned to look at Fritz and Echo, “Hold fire!” then looked back at the two Force users. It was obvious the Sith was using the Force by his hand movements. I lowered my DC-15, and the others followed suite.
“We need to get out of here. There is nothing left of this facility that can help us.” Fritz whispered to me after the blast door closed with a thunderous crash.
I nodded and removed my helmet, “There’s not much we can do about that. Our shuttle was in that hanger, and if you didn’t notice Fritz it is in need of some repairs.” I looked at my new helmet, white as the snow on Hoth. When we have some downtime, I planned on painting my squad symbol on it like I had during the Clone wars. I perked up when the Zabrak spoke, “Let’s move.” Fritz and Echo each grabbed an arm of the exo-suit that held the Jedi Adi, while I grabbed both legs behind the knees. The suit was lighter than I expected it to be. We began a slow march down the hallway hoping we wouldn’t have to go too far.
The facility intercom system started blaring a warning soon after we started moving:
::Self-destruct activated in T minus 15 Minutes, The Red Dawn Facility has fallen, Please proceed to a safe distance immediately or you will die a most painful death, have a pleasant evening::
Not far down the corridor from the hangar the Zabrak, who had been called Loki by his intercom, used a panel to open an elevator then instructed us all to get inside. As we started for the elevator door the suit became weightless and I noticed Loki using the Force again to maneuver it into the elevator. All three of us quickly release the armor and followed it into the lift, making sure there was room for Rai to comfortably stand.
I looked up at the Cerean as the doors closed, “Master Jedi, I feel the need to apologize for my angry outburst earlier in the Laboratory. It was unprofessional of me and I will try to keep my temper in check next time.” It pained me to admit when I was wrong, but I had to do it. “No hard feelings?”
There was only a moment for Rai to relax after completing his task of administering first-aid to Adi before the hulking Zabrak did the unthinkable. He began speaking to someone through a wrist com link. At first, Rai thought he was requesting evac, which he was mentally bald to hear since his (and Raven Squad's) only ride had been blown up with the rest of the hangar. But then, his heart skipped a beat and the look of sheer panic flickered across his face as he heard Loki initiate an order that was for all intensive purposes, a self-destruction mechanism for the RDMC.
Alarm lights began to glare and flash, and there came a shriek whaling noise of the klaxon alarms as the unknown voice came through the Medical Center's intercom speakers, the voice filtering down through whatever speakers where still operational. It was a surprise that there was even any power left in the complex to allow for such a maneuver after that heavy ion bombardment they had taken not even fifteen minutes or so ago.
"What? You can't do that. We don't even know if all the civilians were evacuated! What about those in the atrium!? What if they can't get out in time!" Rai was furious, his temper seething, the very air around him seeming to tingle with an unseen electricity. His thoughts raced off all those that still weren't accounted for. All those at risk of being wounded or killed... all of those he'd have to treat as arguably the only remaining doctor left in the immediate area. How could someone risk the lives of so many people just to blow up a complex to stop the attack of an enemy? Oh that's right, a sith could. Rai had never felt anger like the way he felt it now. He'd never given into it as deeply as he was giving into it now. Even when Kendra had unexpectedly come back into his life, just to die hours later in his arms and by his own hand, Rai hadn't been this angry. But now, things were different. Ever since Corellia, ever since this damned plague, the chip on Rai's shoulder had continued to grow larger, and heavier. Now, with everything piling on top of him, this horrendous act by Loki was the straw that broke the came'ls back. He stood up to his full height of seven feet and two inches and approached the Zabrak. "By destroying this complex, you are giving this enemy exactly what they wanted! If you were truly changed as you so righteously claimed back in the hall, then you wouldn't have even considered killing even a single innocent life. We could have found another way! How. Dare. You." With each word of his final sentence, Rai jabbed his pointer finger hard into Loki's chest. His breathing was growing heavier, his chest rising and falling like the waves of the ocean.
But Loki moved away to open an access way to an elevator shaft, explaining it would take them to a hyper-train to get them to the other continent, far out of the blast zone. As Raven Squad maneuvered Adi into the lift, Rai kept himself between them and Loki, his eyes never leaving the Zabrak. What little trust he had gained from the Sith with Adi's rescue, was gone: destroyed in an instant. Loki mentioned taking the next one since they all wouldn't fit in the compartment as Rai stepped inside. "You're damn right."
Rai's eyes were locked with Loki's until the moment the doors slid closed.
The elevator lurched and began to move downward. Rai realized his hands had been balled into fists, and he forced himself to relax them. As the blood returned to his white knuckles, Rai heard a voice next to him begin to speak. At first, he didn't recognize it through the haze of his anger, but soon he recognized it to be Dogma. He listened intently as the clone apologized and when he was finished, Rai placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "You were doing what you thought was right, which you were by the way. I haven't been myself lately and my emotions have and still are clouding my judgement. I'm glad to have you and your men watching my back, Dogma. There is no need to apologize, and there certainly are no hard feelings."
The elevator dinged as the doors opened to reveal a solitary high-tech looking train car sitting empty in front of them. The Cerean was the first to step out, where he then moved to the side and held his arm in the doorway, preventing the door from shutting as Raven Squad would move Adi from the elevator to the train. Once they were clear of the doorframe, Rai slammed his fist into the controls of the elevator with the strength of his anger. Sparks shimmered and seared his hand and the lights in the elevator flickered into darkness as it lost power.
Moving across the small deck to the train, Rai slipped into the driver's chair, knowing Dogma would be there with him while the other clones would watch Adi. Pushing the throttle, the train began to leave the station. As it shook and slowly moved forward, trying to gain momentum, Rai looked at Dogma, his eyes full of despair, pain and anger. "Never trust a Sith."
Loki simply ignored the Jedi's ranting as he poked him, they would resolve this later. Loki had already turned away before the lift had left, footsteps where coming around the halls. Loki picked up the metal panel, and as soon as the troopers rounded the corner the first four where sliced in twain as the metal spun through them like a blade. Loki then moved heading back towards the lab, time was ticking as the timer set but Loki knew something Rai did not, overrun wouldn't initiate if there where too many life signatures in the facility but all the civilians and survivors of Nysato's plague had began the evac before the battle began in earnest, what few people where left where enemy troops and Sith. Loki ducked into the lab killing the three troopers there that seemed confused by the alarms. He saw the rifle he was looking for and grabbed it and tested its heft before moving back to the corridor heading for the atrium and his brother, killing troopers indiscrimitely as he went.
The lift didn’t take long to reach the sub-platform where the train, that Loki had said would be there, was. “Not a bad ride, alright let’s get this armor loaded on the train and send that lift back for Loki.” I said as my brothers and I lifted the unconscious man in his suit and started for the train. I heard something smash behind me as the hyper-train doors opened. I didn’t take much notice of it as the whole area looked old, maybe Rai accidentally knocked something over.
“Let’s, *ugh* set him over here” grunted Echo as we boarded the train. We set the armor down in the isle of the passenger section of the train as it was too bulky and burdensome to try to sit it upright in a seat. Echo heavily sat in the seat next to the exo-suit and removed his helmet, “You’d think armor like this would have some sort of automated movement capabilities. This armor is smaller than that of the old Blaze trooper, but it looks like there are gears and such at the joints.”
“This suite is interesting to be sure, but it looks like it is in some sort of standby mode.” Interceded Fritz as he knocked on the helmet before he too removed his helmet and sat in one of the passenger seats.
I made my way to the front of the train where Rai was prepping the controls to get the train moving. Once the train lurched and started moving forward, I glanced back at the elevator through the window and saw nobody coming, “Rai, wait. Loki isn’t here yet.” That was when the Cerean looked at me and told me to never trust the Sith. The pain and loss in his eyes made the statement all the more powerful. I removed my helmet and looked away from the Jedi. I could never understand their Orders, one moment they’re at each other’s throats, then they’re helping each other then they are stabbing each other in the back.
As I pondered the confusing thoughts I had about the Jedi and Sith I saw a lift door on a platform open to our right and a little ahead of the train. Thinking it might be some more survivors of the recent battle in the RDMC, “Stop the train!” then when I saw Drez and his squad exit their lift I reached for the hand break and pulled it hard, locking up the wheels. Lucky for me the train hadn’t gotten up to full speed yet and didn’t cause much whiplash.
The train’s momentum pushed it far enough to make almost a perfect stop at the landing that Drez’s now doubled crew were standing at. Then ignoring any type of comment from Rai I made my way to and opened the sliding doors. Stepping out, I beckoned them all on board, “Found us a ride outta here.”
"Well it seems our gamble to take the lift paid off." Kano remarked. He was just happy to not die at the hands of some weird creature.
The troopers examined the train. While it was sufficient enough to get away from the demolishing RDMC, they had expected a ship to take them off the planet immediately. However, since this was not the case, they hoped that the train's final destination would get them off the planet. Drez ordered the commando droids to load the crates and the recovering clones onto the train quickly.
"I thought that we were going to board a shuttle or something." Lex muttered under his breath in disappointment.
"So where will this train be taking us?" Drez asked the clone trooper who had addressed them while the other 3 clones helped the droids load their cargo onto the train.
The Clones I called to made their way to the train, followed by the commando droids they used as servants. It still unnerved me a little seeing an old enemy not shooting at me, even if they were re-purposed clankers. I followed Drez onto the train, “Loki said the train will bring us to a predetermined evac location where there should be a shuttle or ship to leave the planet.” After the droids finished loading their crates and everyone was on board the automatic doors closed and I moved back to the front of the train and to a visually brooding Rai, “Everyone is aboard. Let’s get out of here” I stated as I released the hand-break and I let Rai start up the train again.
I braced myself by grabbing the back of the seat as the train lurched forward once more. As the train slowly made its way up to speed, I heard Echo talking to the other clones in the passenger section, “I guess Loki is going to find another way to the ex-fil point. The lift we took stopped working and he was going to get on the next ride down.” I guessed what Rai had done after he told me not to trust the Sith. He had sabotaged the lift, whether I let them believe otherwise due to the damaged facility, or tell them the truth will be a call I will have to make sooner or later. But for now, we were on our way to safety.
“So, these are our brothers that you had to get out of carbonite, aye?” asked Fritz, who seemed in a more chipper mood for some reason.
“No bucket-head, these are CIS spies pretending to be clones!” jested Echo, “Of course they are the other clones that Drez’s team was after.” He finished his jest with a friendly slap on the back of Fritz’s head. Fritz scowled for a second before turning to the clone who had called himself Kano, “Kano, I can see they’re still recovering from the carbonite, so I’ll ask you; what are their names? For curiosity’s sake. And I prefer being on a first name basis with my brothers in blood and arms. There are so few of us left since the Clone Wars.”
I picked up my helmet from the seat I had left it in and looked a it intently, the conversation in the passenger section becoming a buzzing in the distance. Any conversation that may have been directed at me was lost of deaf ears. As I looked into the visor of the paratrooper helmet, flashes of a past life crossed my vision. The first battle of Geonosis, long treks in the jungles of Felucia, stealth missions in the cities of Christophsis, and many others, then finally the retreat to Sullest.
The only sounds that reached his ears were the occasional cracks or rumbles as the debris settled further around him and the soft sounds of dust and tiny pieces of rubble falling into the pocket of space he was currently meditating in. While in this meditative state he turned his sight onto himself, examining his body and the damage done to it. Slowly he would move his broken ribs and set them in place with his telekinesis which was a painful process but that pain provided him fuel to keep going. Basically living on spite and pain right now he lost track of the passage of time, minutes and hours blurring together pushing him further towards a disconnect from reality.
During the hours of his containment in the rubble repairs on his ship had begun and efforts to locate him were being made by the crew of his ship. He hadn't taken a transponder or any sort of beacon with him so their search was done mostly in a grid pattern based on the last known location of him. Clearing away rubble methodically as their search continues but that search would only continue until the ship was fully repaired and space worthy again. Luckily that would take a while with the amount of damage done to the ship during the collapse of the hanger. His crew having procured some still usable powered armor for freight hauling were moving large chunks of duracrete to places they had already cleared. The sounds of this work eventually made their way to his ears, registering this he turned his senses outward again.
Once located he started to direct them towards him using a simple mind trick. Sitting patiently, eerily patiently, he waited until things were moved from atop him and when the last few smaller items were moved he reached out with the force. Finding the breaking points in the duracrete he started to break the largest pieces up, unfortunately this ended up with things becoming too unstable and his little safe haven started to close in on him. Standing up and letting the pain from his injuries fuel him be gave a massive push with the force to create an opening above him. His vision faded slowly, a ring of darkness creeping in as he saw his crew descending to extract him and return him to his ship.
It was almost a day later once he awoke again in the medical room of his ship, hooked up to various machines to provide him needed nutrients and some mild pain killers. His ribs had been properly set now and he slowly sat up only to find one of the crew walking through the door. They reported on the success of the attack and that there had been some casualties, not that he cared all that much about that, lastly they reported to him about his current physical status. Standing he donned his robes fully again his various scars hidden under the black fabric. He made his way to the bridge and looked at the data displayed regarding the ships current physical state. He would have to visit a shipyard to get the full repairs done for now triage was being done to get it back into the void of space and away from this planet before something else happened.
It had been a few weeks since Bellum had been on Honoghr, most of it was traveling through hyperspace. He had landed outside of the hangar he believed to be the one they had originally landed in a fortnight ago. The entire ceiling and parts of the supporting walls had collapsed, either from the fight, or the damage from the orbital bombardment during the battle. As Bellum limped through the giant hole in the wall, he could see multiple ships that had been twisted and mutilated by the rubble covering them, like a giant explosion had happened inside the hangar. Any undead that may have been in the area were either not present or had long since re-died. Lucky for him as he was unarmed and his injury had not fully healed from his last fight.
Bellum climbed over some rubble as he searched for the bodies of the fallen Sith his master had told him about. The exact location of where the fight had originated was difficult to find since the entire hangar had been destroyed as if blown up from the inside. Rubble covered every inch of the floor, varying from small pebbles to enormous slabs of duracreet and steel, and smoke dotted the area as if someone had just put out multiple fires at once. As he stumbled throughout the wreckage as he made his way to where he thought the fallen Lords of Ruin had been. Once he made it to the spot that he felt was the right area he found the entire area to be scorched as if a giant explosion had originated form there. Soot covered relatively flat area and scorch marks on the remaining wall indicated the blast had come from above.
Bellum stood for a second and closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force, trying to sense any sign as to where he could find what he was looking for. Nothing. He reached out again with the Force. Again, nothing. The anger within Bellum began to swell and threatened to take control, but as it grew, he remembered what his master had told him, “…Do not let your anger control you. You must be able to control it or you will fail.” The icy words cooled his temper slightly, he had to keep control or he would fail his master yet again, and he didn’t want that. Breathing in he used the anger and frustration he was feeling to fuel his search for Darth Ishmael’s Journal of Sith Alchemy. It was faint at first, as he was not used to searching for inanimate objects that did not contain the Force within them, but he eventually was able to zero in on a source similar to, but not quite like the Force. He limped over to a pile of ash and bending at the waste, found untouched by flame; a leather satchel covered in soot.
Opening the satchel Bellum found a book, bound by a string, also inside were a couple random odds and ends that he didn’t take time to identify as he had found what he wanted. He placed the journal back into the satchel and slung it over his shoulder and across his chest, “Now to find the data the RDMC had been working on.” He said to himself as he began walking for the entrance of the facility, favoring his left leg as he went. Bellum made sure to add Bacta to his list of items to grab before leaving. His knee had had a few days to heal, but it was still as broken as when Xrux had hit him. Flashes of the past battle crossed his vision as he made his way to the open doorway: the two Sith as they conversed with Adi, running from the fight as it started to go help… Geir. The old man had tried to keep him away from the fighting an helping the helpless. If he had been able to fight things may have been different. This was all Geir’s fault, and Adi’s; he couldn’t keep the fight from starting and now all things had fallen into place. “Maybe I should thank them. After all, they are the reason I am on my way to becoming a more powerful person, Sith or Jedi, it doesn’t matter. I will become powerful, and with that power I will be able to punish those who wronged me.”