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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Bellum sneered at the back of his master, he may be his teacher but he didn’t have to like him. “As you command, my Master.” He responded before turning and walking out of the room, he left his blaster on the floor where it laid, he didn’t want it anymore. Bellum was sure his master would give him his lightsaber back in due time, so he didn’t worry about that. As he walked down the corridor toward the med bay, he was accosted by a Cathar soldier. The soldier smiled smugly as him, “Look who it is. The boy who tried to sway us from our master. By your looks I would say you were on the losing side all along."
“Move.” Bellum commanded blandly, he was tired, in pain, and pissed off. He didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.
“You think you can tell me-”
“I said MOVE.” Bellum’s left hand rose up in a clenched fist as he used the force to collapse the throat of the soldier in front of him. The Cathar crumpled to the floor and Bellum continued to the med bay.
Once there he told the medical staff what he required and laid down on the operating table. Not only did they not use anesthetics but they were not gentle about the operation either. As the pain of his arm flared to new heights of fire Bellum wondered, in agony, if the staff were under-trained and the droids had outdated programming. But of course the pain was simply due to the restrictions of medications.
Hours had passed before his new arm was completely installed. Bellum ran through the series of tests required to ensure his new prosthetic worked correctly. After completing the simple movement tests, Bellum inquired about cybernetic eyes, to which he was told there were none currently available on board. He angrily turned and left the cybernetic section of the med bay. Bellum grabbed a dark cloth strip on his way out and covered the empty eye socket with it.
As he grew closer to the quarters of his master, Bellum started to feel a little fearful. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, maybe the events that had happened to him earlier. He stood outside the door for almost ten minutes before pressing the control panel, opening the door, and walked into the dark room.
The time had come, and while Bellum was receiving the medical attention that he needed, Andor had prepared his quarters and summoned his three other acolytes that he had picked up on Coruscant. Now, as Darth Bellum reentered the room, he would find the four others Andor, Pteron the female Verpine, Xrux the wookie, and Ratnik the besalisk. Each of them sat cross-legged at their respective point of a pentagram painted with blood on the floor. The remains of the dead Cathar from Bellum's exiting outburst was laid out in the middle of the set-up. Andor, as were the others, sat naked in their primal state. The Lord of Ruin's eyes remained closed in meditation as he spoke, "Darth Bellum, please join us." His hand indicated the one point of the pentagram that nobody yet sat at.
"The time has come. The remnants of the Jedi have grown close, their presences shine bright in the Force. Can you feel them?" During their earlier meditation, Andor and his three acolytes had been on a constant search for the Jedi, waiting for them to finally escape Honoghr. And now, they had. Their ship was evading all of the Messiah's scanners, as Andor had predicted, and the Admiral had confirmed. But there was no hiding from the Force.
"Today, the five of us will finish what Palpatine had started. Through our power, the last of the Jedi will be no more. Let us begin." Andor raised his hands in front of him as if he were on his knees worshipping a deity. His head hung low, his eyes closed, and the Force began to surge through him as be began to speak. "Nu Visita Sh'jatau Tave Midwan iv Amzi, Vykti Nun Sulig Stai Kia Antai, Sulig Zo Visuom iv Amzi, Vezioti Nun Kia Tave Aikste Siela Nuyak Dvasi, Sis Kash Nuyak Geida Mazo Fasona Zhol Buti!"
The incarnation was complex, and spoken in the ancient Sith language, a language that only a few in the galaxy still understood. Andor repeated it over and over, and with each repetition, his acolytes and soon, hopefully Darth Bellum, would join in the recitation, fueling their power to the Lord of Ruin. At first, the disruption in the Force was a mere simmer, but it grew and it grew. The darkness closing in from all directions, threatening to the choke the life from every living thing within its shadow. The room dropped to an icy temperature, their breath visible as they recited their sorcery. The lights began to flicker and the ship began to shake, despite the fact that there was no turbulence in space. The body of the Cathar soldier began to levitate into the air, blood dripping from its wounds and pooling on the floor below.
In his mind's eye, Andor pictured a time of civil war and chaos. A war that spanned nearly the entire galaxy, both sides relentless in their quest for power and domination. In his eye, he saw a world of sand, a towering factory that spewed forth droids of all varieties. The mechanical warriors of the CIS marched forward into the biting sandstorm amidst a storm of red, green, and blue blaster bolts coming from the rifles of identical soldiers clad in shiny white armor. Mortar fire and explosions shook the very core of the earth as AT-TE and Spiderdroids, engaged in battle. The native creatures, ugly winged beasts with rifles that spewed sonic waves with a menacing scream.
Soon, the rest of the Jedi would find themselves in the middle of the first battle of Geonosis and the start of the Clone Wars.
Just like the Messiah, the passengers of the Wayward Son would soon find their ship beginning to shake as the fabric of space in front of them began to tear open, a large circle appearing from nothing and expanding in all directions in front of the drifting ship. Through the portal, anyone could see exactly what was being pictured in Andor's mind. It was only a matter of seconds until the Wayward Son would be sucked into the portal, and taken to the past.
Bellum glanced at the new occupants in the room, all sitting cross-legged in a semi-circle. That was when his master requested him to join the group, a little worried about possible repercussions he nodded. Bellum guessed by the lack of garb that he should do likewise before completing the circle, and quickly derobed from his tattered clothes and sat cross-legged on the floor.
At first all Bellum felt was awkwardness, sitting naked in a room with other people. Then his master gave a brief explanation as to the goings on and ander rose in his chest at the thought of the ones who had left him for dead. Bellum would gladly help to make them pay for their betrayal of his trust and hopes. He quickly copied his master's pose and listened to the chanting. One by one the other acolytes joined his master until he was the last one to speak. He opened his mouth and the words spewed forth like blood from a severed artery, he didn't even know what he was chanting, but the power of the Dark Side that channeled its way through his body was immense.
A vision appeared in his head, a place he had never seen before. Bellum saw red sand, humanoid bugs, droids, and clones. He couldn't piece everything together, and he wasn't quite sure what was happening, all he knew was his master promised the end of the Jedi. Bellum emptied his mind of any questions that arose and focused on opening his connection to the Darkness that flowed through him, "Nothing else matters. They must pay."
Fritz quickly got out of the female Zabrak's way and hurriedly switched to the co-pilot seat. As he sat down Fritz heard the woman mumble something, a question maybe? Didn't matter, what mattered to him at the moment was the two battle cruisers in orbit as well.
"Roxanne, to inform you on our current situation, I have powered down most systems to avoid detection from those." Fritz stated mater-of-factly as he pointed out the main viewport. "The name is Fritz by the way, nice to meet you." He didn't mean to sound harsh, but he may have come over as such with the current predicament they were in.
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I stood in the doorway of the med-bay, Adi had stood up an walked to the viewport, Loki talked with a woman and some slime, and Rai must not have heard me. "It's nice that we are all getting settled down and all, but we have two dreadnaughts in orbit! Where should we jump to?"
It was at that moment that the ship began to shake, it started with a low vibration, then slowly started to build in strength. I braced myself in the doorway, "What is that?! Rai, Loki, is this ship supposed to do this?" I hated space ships, they were just big metal bubbles waiting to pop into a giant death-vacuum. And this shaking was not helping my trust of ships at all.
Having treated Adi as best as he could, Rai had left him to rest while the Cerean and Dogma walked into a nearby storage room to prep a small meal for the former Jedi for when he woke up. As he reemerged, Dogma questioned him about what their next course of action was. "A system that has developed highly advanced technology that can help me develop the cure. I know the formula, I just need equipment." He paused briefly as he thought, "Kamino wouldn't be a bad start. And, as widespread as its towns are, I'd imagine they've managed to outlast the plague. I don't think these walkers could swim from city to city."
Rai started to return to Adi, and found that in the short time he had been away, the Arkanian had somehow managed to wake up AND move over to the window. "You shouldn't have done that, Adi." He scolded him. But after seeing his face, and catching a glimpse of the destruction that scarred the planet below through the viewport, Rai handed him the apple and water with a sigh. "Just take it easy. You're lucky to be ali-"
Suddenly, a wave of nausea fell upon the Cerean as the Darkside reared its ugly head. It's presence was close, and far more alarming and thick than what they had felt while evacuating the RDMC. Rai ran over to a trashcan, caught his knees with his hands as he bent over, and vomited. The vile tasted harsh as it splattered into the waste bin. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand as he gasped for air.
Something wasn't right.
He looked at Adi, "Do you sense that too?" And then, he was thrown to the ground as the ship began to violently shake. His large body crashed into the ground, a grunt escaping his mouth as Dogma let loose some sort of outburst, but the words didn't process in Rai's ears. Already, he was standing back up and sprinting out of the med bay. His footsteps were heavy, his eyes wide in panic, his heart beating faster and faster as his senses were drowned in the darkside again. Each shutter of the ship threatened to bring him down, but he managed to keep himself upright as he caught himself over and over again.
"Fritz!" His voice boomed throughout the ship, "Get us out of here! Now!" The doors to the cockpit slid open and he skidded to a stop behind the pilot and co-pilot chairs, his hands grabbing the back of the seat to catch himself. "Get us out of -" His voice trailed off as he fell into silence. He was staring out the viewport and he couldn't believe what he saw. A large circle, much larger than the ship, had formed just in front of them and through it, Rai saw a scene that eerily reminded him of footage he'd examined of the Clone Wars from the past. There was so much to look at... Was he imagining it? What the hell was that anyway?!
Adi listened as Rai spoke of needing to have the equipment to construct the cure, and it took a little weight from Matango's heart. At least the effort had managed to recover the information that the RDMC doctors had come up with, making the loss a little less damaging. There was a few side-eyes as Adi had gotten up from the gurney, and even a bit of admonishment for being up and around from Rai..which was to be expected from a doctor. He gave a weak smile to the Cerean as he handed Adi an apple and a bottle of water. While it was true that Adieumus was a little torn up right now, it was definitely not the worst he had survived. Truthfully, this was minor compared to some of the injuries he had received in the past.
All in all, the physical injuries weren't terrible. It was the mission failure that bothered him the most...failing his people.
"Thank you, Rai...I appreciate that. I've survived far worse, however, trust me."
Adi took the apple, polishing it gently on his shirt, and took a bite. The crisp snap of the green apple was refreshing...it had been some time since he had anything other than pizza or burgers. Cracking the bottle of water, he took a long swig. Again, the Cerean had seemingly known exactly what the Arkanian needed.
Doctors like that were hard to come by.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Adieumus felt his stomach drop. The air was suddenly so thick with dark energy, it was almost stifling to the point of being difficult to breathe. Apparently, Rai had felt it too....and asked Adi. Before the former Jedi had a chance to answer, Rai had taken off toward the cockpit. Looking out of another viewport, Matango could see the manifestation of something...he had no idea WHAT it was...but it wasn't good. Looking down at the apple that had been crisp and fresh just a moment ago, the fruit was rapidly turning brown, rotting before Matango's very eyes. Somewhere in the recesses of his psyche, he could hear a cacophony of laughter....dark, knowing, and evil. It was as if Bogan himselfwas truly delighting in the peril of the ones on board the Wayward Son.
From where Adi stood, there was no avoiding the sudden opening of the portal in front of them. It wasn't the darkness, or even the portal that scared the Arkaninan, however....it was the scene on the other side. He recognized it from the training scenarios he had run dozens of times....the droids, dust, and weaponry being used....It was a battle that had been fought well-over a century ago....one in which the very fate of the galaxy had hung in the balance.
...The battle of Geonosis...during the Clone Wars.
Why, though, were they seeing -that- of all things?? It was a battle fought deep in the past, not something that would be happening today. The droids, the bugs, the strange weapons being used....all of them were something that Matango had only known because of the advanced training rooms he had used back in the day. Did the darkness that was suffocating the group on board the Son create such a rift that it had opened a portal to the past? Was the resolve of these darksiders to destroy any opposition that great? Had they done the impossible?
This was going to be the bad day to end all bad days....Matango could feel it.
It took a few minutes- but Eventually the medical closet door slid open to reveal a silver skinned humanoid man just tossing on his signature white lab coat as he emerged into the familiar med bay." I don't get to rest often Mr. Zabra,- Especially with this plague attacking you solid bodied beings. Speaking of which..."The Polidroxol turned toward Rai, Adi and the others in the med bay."I should like to help with further production of the cure. I.." He hesitated- taking a few paces toward Adi as the Honogr's smoldering landscape drifted bye. "-We- did the best we could. The only thing to do now- is to look forward. Believe me- I know how heavy an unforgiven spirit can weigh on you- especially if it's yours." He fell silent as the others in the room seamed to grow ill- or respond in different ways. Having been around force users and not, the doctor of many coats knew this wasn't strictly biological. This was some influence of the darkside. And then- the portal opened up before the ship, and the Polidroxol moved with odd fluidity about the med bay, steadying those he could- so no one else got injured- or more injured. Being only a simi solid had it's advantages.
Anna shook her head with a shrug"I mean, I was with Raven but something told me I should stick around here- and now I know why. At leas.... at least I think I do. I- I mean " Suddenly her smile turned to a confused look and her strange eyes seamed to flash. The pull of the dagger on Loki's mind would stop all together- the dark energy seeming to branch out, seeking to touch the new presence of the darkside. briefly, before anyone started reacting- and perhaps a few seconds before the dark changing even began on the other ship, the young Seer suddenly gripped onto Loki's tattered shirt, trembling. "Loki.....It- It's start-" It was as if the breath suddenly abandoned her. Then the tidal wave of dark energy crashed into the ship- making Jedi ill and damaging almost everything it touched in some form or fashion. For a seer- woven within the threads of time, the sensation felt quite like having ones essence ripped in half. She pitched forward, grasping her head and screaming as she collapsed to the floor. The darkside had touched her before. The light has seared her- but this, this was Fate, crying out as its order was made a mockery by those meddling in dark arts.
Anna curled tightly into a shaking ball- breathlessly mouthing something no one could quite understand, but anyone with an ear for the ancient dark languages may feel the work of sorcery- though Anna herself wasn't ground zero. Before anyone could stop her, she fumbled her way to the view window- perhaps very close to Adi, she didn't care- and pressed her shaking frame against the cool duraglass, eyes widening at the sight of the breach in space time.
Her voice came, slow- even and stable now, yet it felt alive with cold rage- some deep anger no true moral could conjure. It wasn't really Anna's voice at all... "What. have. they. done?"
The answers are always in the back of the book- so thta's where I start reading.
Dash Vos, followed the Wayward son out of the fall back point and stayed on its tail. His ship was smaller, newer and sleeker though he didn't know the model, he was the only one on board, he told the other survivors to wait it out with the other shuttle and supplies a few days before leaving and following him to Fulcia the last known location of any organized Jedi in the galaxy. As they broke atmosphere he saw the dreadnoughts and followed quickly behind, he was still ignorant to the fact his daughter piloted the ship a few hundred meters beyond his own. They would reunite again, but today is not that day. Then suddenly a wave hit the Jedi, making him light headed and nauseous.
That's when it happened a rip in space time, raging with the Darkside. He could hear familiar sounds, shouts and weapons. All things he'd trained to fight or fight with many years ago. He finally after what seemed an age took in a breath. He was far enough away that whatever that rip was, it wasn't zeroing in on his ship, he hit the controls turned the ship down, and risked an unmarked hyperspace jump. <<May the force be with you all...>> He mindsent into the wayward son, and with a flash his ship was gone.
I am nothing but Shadow against Shadow, for that is my path and my way.
Smiling Loki nodded at Anna. "Farris, for the last time call me Loki, please?" He said sardonically, then everything changed. Rai ran to the front. Anna muttered his name, and while the others all reacted in negative ways to varying degrees Loki felt the darkness wash over him and drank it in like nectar. He tilted his head back eye closed a small smile splayed upon his lips. He shook his head and realized this wasn't good and stood up as Anna moved for the viewport next to Adi.
What Loki saw made his mind spin. "A...Rip....In space time, what power...Who? Not even Exur.." He whispered to himself as his hands absently touched Adi and Anna as they stood there staring at the growing rip. <<May the force be with you all.>> Echoed in their heads as Dash departed. Loki was awestruck as he heard the familiar sounds of age old blasters and the distinct hum of Geonosian wings. "The..Clone wars.." He uttered aloud what no one else had yet said, what had once been a feeling to relish became dread. Why send them back in time? Was it merely an illusion, or a space mirage caused by fatigue? Where they all dead at the RDMC? No, this power, this opening was real, and they where being ripped towards it, Loki could hear the echoes of evil laughter or what seemed it, peeling in the distance. "How...." Was all he said as the sounds of battle drowned out his next few words.
"HANG ON ITS GONNA GET BUMPY!" Raxxie roared to the rest of the ship as she attempted to throw the sun in reverse, though through no part of her own the thrusters hit forward and they began to rocket towards the giant glowy rip in space. "Yoda's pant!" She roared a trademark saying of her departed father as they all hurtled into whatever the hell those noises where and the strange alien landscape. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!" She bellowed as they increased in velocity and the rip got bigger.
Kano, Lex, and Izmar were around the other 4 clones who had just regained their consciousness from stasis. Despite now being fully aware of their surroundings, they were in no condition for intense physical movement. Their bodies were still mostly stiff and weren't entirely synchronized yet. The battle-ready clones helped begin the process of nursing the rest of the clones back to health. After all, they were still considered brothers.
Meanwhile, Drez was standing in the doorway of the cockpit, ignoring all the chat around him. He felt great darkness engulf the entire ship, and it wasn't the darkness of space, but rather an evil darkness. He began feeling cold and uncomfortable, and immediately knew something bad would happen. He examined the small area he could see in front of him from the cockpit and noticed a small round hole increasing in size exponentially with every passing second. It kept on growing larger and larger and Drez was immediately able to make out what was happening. It was a portal to the Battle of Geonosis, the first battle of the Clone Wars.
Drez quickly turned around to face his squadmates. "Brace yourselves now!" He hollered as he lost balance when the ship violently rocked and fell flat on his face.
In his mind's eye, Andor saw the Jedi ship crash into the rugged Geonosian terrain and a large contingent of battle droids descending upon then. Abruptly, he released his hold on the Force and stopped his incantation. He gave a cry of pain as the Force rushed out of him, and he fell backwards onto the floor, laying breathless and limp. The Messiah immediately stopped shaking as the portal in space immediately vanished, lost forever, the Wayward Son thrust mercilessly into the past.
He had done it. He had successfully completed a ritual that only Palpatine had briefly understood when discovering the Jedi Temple on Lothal. It was the same powers that the Emperor had used to track down Ezra Bridger at the time when he had saved Ahsoka from her climactic battle with Vader on Malachor V. But now, Andor had successfully performed it to a much higher degree.
"I am the greatest Sith to have ever lived!" He triumphed to himself in his exhausted state. He felt the coolness of the floor on his sweating bare back, and felt the presences of his apprentice and his three other acolytes. If Andor was exhausted, he knew that they must be feeling even worse. He'd let them rest for a moment.... They deserved it. They had proven themselves worthy with their power, and now, they had gained the ultimate achievement.
"The Jedi. Gone."
Finding the strength to sit up, propping himself with his arms, he looked at the others in the room, "Each of you have demonstrated tremendous power and have achieved a feat greater than any Sith before. But do not let this deceive you, for you are still far from being masters in the Dark Side of the Force. You are each far from holding the title of Sith Lord." He brought himself to his feet, standing in all his glory above his followers, "Now, we return to Ziost..." He paused, frowning as he rethought his plans, "No, not Ziost. That frozen wasteland is too predictable with no strategic advantage."
He paused, his hand raising up to scratch the white beard at his chin, pondering idly, "Kuat. We will go to Kuat. With their manufacturing expertise and the planet's decent terrain for farming, we can easily expand our power from there. Yes, Kuat will do nicely."
His attention was back on his acolytes, "Go rest and clean up. When we arrive at Kuat, each of you will need to be at your best for the orders that are to come."
Darth Bellum fell onto his back as his master ended the ritual. Every inch of his body hurt, like his blood had boiled and he had been burned from the inside out. The ritual was complete and he wasn’t even sure what exactly had transpired. His master said it would get rid of the Jedi and he was pleased about that. Bellum rolled over and crawled toward his pile of rags as his master congratulated them, he refused to look up as he didn’t want that image burned into his memories as well as he was too tired to try.
“Zoist… no, Kuat. Go and rest” Were the only words that entered Bellum’s mind as he finished redressing himself. Once he was finished, he involuntarily dropped to his knees, “Thank-you master for sharing your powers and showing me my true potential.” He said between labored breaths. Then, after a few seconds of heavy breathing the new Sith apprentice gathered his strength to stand and stagger out of the room. He had never consumed an alcoholic drink before and he wondered if this was what it might have been like to do so as he shuffled down the hallway toward where he guessed his room might be. As Bellum shuffle he tried to call upon the Dark Side do aid him in his extremely weakened state, but the harder he tried the blurrier his vision got and the more the hallway twisted and spun. The apprentice stopped and placed his hand on the hallway wall to steady himself before his knees buckled once more and he fell, the ship around him going black.
Andor waited until he was alone in his chambers before he moved into his bedroom. His body ached, his head screamed in pain. But it seemed a distant throb as the Sith reveled in his greatest achievement. Moving to the holoprojecter in the corner, he pressed a button, and a holographic image of Admiral Lynn lit up the room. "Admiral Lynn, disregard our movement to Ziost. Calculate coordinates to Kuat instead and jump immediately." The Admiral sternly nodded his head before the image flickered out.
The Lord of Ruin moved to his bed, crawling into the black, silk sheets. He took in the coolness and smoothness of the cloth on his skin, and the comfort of his pillow as he laid his weary head down. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept, but he damn well deserved it now. He relaxed, unyielding in the face of darkness as unconsciousness fell over his body and mind, his body become as still as stone.
A few minutes passed by, and finally, the Messiah and the Reverence began to position themselves for their jump to light speed, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
Now, all was quiet and still in the Honoghr system: a once glorious world, yet now, a haunting and scarred reminder of the power of the Order or Ruin.
It was all Fritz could do to keep the Wayward Son from tumbling through space as the worm hole yanked it through time. The journeys they had been on had been insane, jumping from planet to planet trying to find answers until they had finally found a way back to the present. Well, not exactly the present, weeks if not months or a year had passed by since they had been transported into the past by some means of the Force that Adi and Loki liked to talk about. Of course to a clone like himself, Echo and myself all that stuff was space wizard garbage. Our learning and adapting to issues was what got us through that whole mess.
The Wayward Son, piloted by Roxanne and Fritz finally came to a settled orbit around the planet of Honoghr, just outside the mass of debris that was once a Venetor-class Star Destroyer The Redemption. The ship that had once brought my squad, and Jedi Knight Rai to the RDMC now orbited slowly around the planet. I stood behind Fritz and Roxanne as we entered orbit from our crazy journey in the past, "Where we go from here I guess is up to the Jedi." I said to both of the pilots, "But if we are going to keep working on this cure for the galaxy I would suggest Kamino, their laboratories were second to none in our time."
I turned from the cockpit and walked into the main lounge area, "In case you weren't aware, we made it back. The Redemption lays destroyed in orbit indicatingthe present time, but when exactly I am unsure. I know it is the Redemption, because the crew of that vessel would die before allowing innocence to be harmed, that would be the only reason the enemy was able to bombard us during the Battle of Honoghr." I announced in a somber tone, I had lost contact with the ship during the battle and had feared the worst, but now I had confirmed it, the last Venetor of the Republic was gone, outclassed by the future. Would that one day happen to me and my squad? We were already one man down, three left to go I guess.
They had burst back into Honoghr's atmosphere, nearly where they had been sucked into the time portal. Adieumus knew not how much time had passed since last they had been here...was it a day? A week? Month? Years, perhaps? The destroyed hulk of a Republic ship still floated like a silent ghost in orbit. The hulk stood in silent tribute to the ones that had lost their lives to protect the precious cure that this crew still held. They had been through tremendous strain to get back here...but the years they had spent had been well-spent....
....They had learned much on how to stem this growing tide of darkness that was still spreading.
Adi himself was even different, more determined than ever to stop the encroaching darkness. One didn't have to be a Jedi to understand the destruction that the Darkside caused in its wake, and the universe was adrift in dark power....he could feel it. He didn't know how, but the Arkanian was as determined as ever to stand fast against it, even if it meant his very life.
They had drifted quietly for a while, just taking in the scene. The fires had long-since burned out in the abandoned Nystao, the RDMC having burned to the ground, and below. The entire planet was shattered, as the Order of Ruin had most likely orchestrated it. They, however, did not count on the resourcefulness and tenacity of the group they had sent into the past.
Obviously, because here they were again, no matter how hard the enemy had tried to get rid of them. Now? They had to get somewhere that could get this cure produced, without getting caught by the ones that didn't want it out there. One of the clone troopers suggested Kamino. It was true, Kamino would have the facilities to produce the cure, along with the added bonus of the Kaminoans being reported somewhat immune to the red-eyed death.
"I agree...They might be our best chance to get this cure out there. It might be a small effort, but its worth it in the long run...at least others will know about it, finally."