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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Location: Impellor, Outer Rim, West Time: 5:00 Galactic Standard Time Current Event: Declaration of the Enclave
One could almost see the sweat glistening on Captain Autumn’s forehead as he walked up onto the balcony of the hangar deck, overlooking the space where all the Enclave personnel had been gathered. The floodlights aimed at him glistened off the small golden wreathes pinned to his shoulder pauldrons and danced among the medals he wore on his lapel. He really did not want to give this speech. He always hated speaking publicly. He took a deep breath and glanced at Colonel Augusta standing behind him; he had a certain flair for her, and my, was she beautiful. She gave him a reassuring nod and a wink. Summoning up all his courage, he stepped forward onto the speaking platform. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. ”My fellow soldiers. The road behind has been long, and fraught with difficulty. Each and every one of you has surpassed my expectations, by rapidly preparing us to be ready to fight the problems that plague our galaxy. You have accomplished this feat with virtue, helping us to reach where we are now. Since our soldiers are now battle ready, it is time that I reveal our objective to you. The galaxy is haunted by those who were at one point human, but have since devolved into something less than us. In order for the galaxy to return to the way things were before all this, before the Plague, these mutants must be eradicated from the face of the universe. I am not prepared to allow humanity to continue etching out an existence, when we could instead be reclaiming our former glory. This campaign will be costly, and many lives will be lost. But in the end, we will be saving humankind from its own worst enemy... itself. Thank you... all of you.” There was a pindrop silence for a good 10 seconds after the speech. Longest 10 seconds of his life. He held his breath, getting ready to receive the boos and bats that were sure to come next. A few moments later, however, the soldiers began clapping feverently. Exhaling deeply, he saluted to all the soldiers. It must have drummed up some pride in them, as they all stood and saluted to their leader. As the National anthem began playing on the PA, he walked back, to be received by the embrace of the corporal. The two of them were extremely good friends, and had supported each other through difficult moments such as these. The two of them retired to the officers mess for a drink. Consisting of a seating area with a circular bar at the center where on could order both drinks and food, the room was dark, accented in an electric blue color. Taking two Corellian Brandys, Autumn sat down and passed one to Ophelia. She opened it with a crack. The two of them took a few sips in silence, before Augusta finally spoke. “That was some speech...” Captain Autumn, taken aback a bit, scrambled for a response. “Uh... thanks Ophelia...” The Colonel laughed a bit. “You know, you don’t have to worry so much. No matter what you say, the soldiers will always like it. You are their leader after all.” He sighed and sat back in his chair, pondering her words. There must have been some truth to it; after all, the soldiers gave him a standing ovation. Still, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that someone wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. He paused for a moment to take a swig from the bottle. Of course, maybe he was just being paranoid. Maybe Ophelia was right. Maybe he had been so stressed out with getting the Enclave into fighting shape that he had become somewhat paranoid. Sighing, he stood up and wandered off down the hall before entering his quarters. It was very unlike him to leave any Corellian Brandy; after all, it was his favorite drink. Augusta sighed; maybe he just needed some time alone to sort things out for himself. Sighing herself, she walks off, apparently wandering aimlessly down a hall.
My eyes opened and fluxed as my pupils attempted with great strain to adjust to the level of light in the chamber. I was in some sort of pod, and restrained in such ways to keep my body in a vertical position. once the soreness wore off and I could feel my limbs move again, I pushed open the door to my pod and took a wobbly step forward to the corridor. as my footsteps registered and imprints led me along the corridor past hundreds more pods. as I gazed in, I was surprised to see faces that did not match my own.
Surprisingly when I looked back at the path I should take, the echo footsteps were either pacing, tapping impatiently, or seemingly hoisting up to the toes to peak into a separate pod.
When the door opened I noticed the next room had much in it, but only one thing of interest at first, a watch. as I put it on, the voice recognized me
Welcome FS-525, please accept my apologies for the abrupt awakening, but you have been summoned.
I started to walk to the door to continue
Apologies FS-525, for cryostats following cloning, it was not necessary to cloth the new units, but you are naked and need to put on something before continuing
The echoes again led me back toward a table where a bodysuit lay. after donning it, the door opened to a lift and I entered
FS-525, while the lift is in motion, you are aboard the Saisei station. a covert project to use a new super soldier genome to create a grand army for the Jedi. However in testing the genome was found to be a genetic virus meant to restructure any species’ genome into its zenith. you are one of only a handful to be awoken first should a signal be sent out.
As I exited to the next room for a brief moment I felt like a kid in a candy store. before me stood what seemed to be the greatest collection of gear and weapons in the galaxy. without factoring in there was onsite fabrication, there was enough for an entire legion to equip with every unit not being pigeonholed into a single weapon choice.
FS-525, you have been trained as an elite operator. the genome has given you a connection to the force to augment your strength. your command leadership and an array of force abilities have been flashed trained into you. however, your training is not yet complete. gear up however you see fit. Figuring that wherever my training would take me I grabbed and tucked into a set of Katarn armor as an LEP droid approached with a DC-17m and a Bilari electro-chain whip.
FS-525 Please accept these weapons as symbols of your station as a member of the royal guard and forward unit. from here you have three choices to complete your training. Seek the lost Master on Spintir, Submit to the Dark one on Dormund Kaas, or Find the Father on Mandalore. I considered my options as I inspected the arms. memories were foggy but I could pick out that whomever this voice belonged to was a Jedi… weighing my choices I decided to take the path between. a pilot droid greeted me, his eyes glowing from red to green as we shook hands (I guess I was still wearing the biotech gaunt) I boarded a sneak ship that slipped out of the station and jumped to warp. once it was indicated safe another LEP droid came around, requesting my helm as well as handing me a data pad
::Safe travels FS-525. it should be noted that due to the nature of the Saisei station there will be no possible way for you to get back until whoever sent your call unlocks the key. The LEP droid is installing a data key with instruction to return… the key will remain locked until whoever woke you sends the appropriate signal.::
Thousands if not millions of routes have been charted between the Outer Planets; some short, some long. In addition to the relatively small routes, there are branches of super-hyperlanes that pass through here.
The Perlemian Trade Route, originally known as The Axis, is a vital trade super-hyperroute that ran through the galaxy. From the Inner Planets, it runs by Kulthis, Sorjus, Vaynai, Columex, and Estaria. Beyond Estaria and the Tion Cluster the route became known as the Far Perlemian, and passes through Makem Te, Ter Abbes, and terminates just past Quermia. The Perlemian also passes the Roche asteroid field, The Wheel, and the Cron Drift. It was the first route to link Coruscant with Ossus.
The Outer Rim part of the Corellian Run consists of one of the three sides of the infamous Spice Triangle (with the Death Wind Corridor and the Triellus Trade Route). It passes through Christophsis, Arkanis, Gorno, Dalchon, Ryloth, Wrea and Smuggler's Run. It ends near the distant Outer Rim worlds of Naos and Lamaredd.
The Corellian Trade Spine passes through the Greater Javin region of space (which contains the Ison Corridor) before intersecting the Hydian Way and exiting into open inter-galactic space (also known as Wild Space).
The Hydian Way terminates in the Outer Rim, close to Polis Massa and Subterrel.
The Trition Trade Route is a commercial hyperlane located in the Outer Rim Territories at the edge of the galaxy. A continuation of the Rimma Trade Route—a major hyperlane that connects the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim—the Trition Trade Route commences at the planet Karideph in the Minos Cluster, extending into the remote Kathol sector before eventually terminating at Gandle Ott. The Trition Trade Route links several important worlds in the sectors together.
ABOUT Cecilia Seario
Alias
Age
“One of the greatest mental freedoms is truly not caring what anyone else thinks of you.”
A somewhat small, needle like starship slipped through the bluish, swirling tendrils of hyperspace. Despite the ominous appearance of the ship, one could not deny that it was beautiful, especially with the light dusting of chromium that covered it, giving the ship an aura similar to that of the wormhole that wrapped itself around it. With hardly any flaws whatsoever in the surface of the metal, the angular panels of the ship would have appeared to have been cut from a single block of light grey material, but the nearly perfect lines of the Imperial Escort Cruiser were broken up by the almost completely concealed panels that tucked the hangars of the ship away safely. And much like the exterior of the ship, the interior could be defined as somewhat austere, but clean cut and highly efficient. All the rooms, that is, save for one.
Cecilia's quarters, located in a tucked away spot that still offered a magnificent view into outer space (or, in this instance, hyperspace) out one side, while still offering enough armor to shield it from danger, should the ship run into any... difficulties. A minimalistic yet plush space, the rooms made use of a futurist style, emphasizing clean lines and angles, while still offering comfort to the user of the cabin. From the lamps, cut from individual pieces of crystal, following flaw lines, to the large bed, covered in white linens and silken pillows, the room felt well appointed, while avoiding feeling heavy or forbidding. Built into the wall of one of her closets was a storage space for her armor, and the suite had the capability to deliver anything of her choosing should she require it.
And, on this particular day, she had decided, as usual, that it would be best to just relax for the time being and see how things played out. The ship had never been in one place long following the outbreak, and had only stopped very briefly at spaceports that were clear of the infection to refuel before they set off on their way again, circling the galaxy until things finally calmed down. And so, she had breakfasted in bed, well past an acceptable time of day to wake up, before staring at the stars for some time while sipping champagne. Following this, she decided to have a nice soak. And so, for the past two hours, she had been lazing in the hot water and bubbles of her jacuzzi, feeling somewhat tipsy, but still with a half-empty glass of champagne in her hand. She was feeling somewhat bored after a while, and so her mind drifted on what to do. She wanted to have some fun with someone. Reaching out with the Force, she began searching the hallways of the ship for someone to have some fun with...
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less."
He was sitting in one corner of the small cabin he had managed to talk his way into. His mind was drifting...hyperspace travel was always so very boring. However, lately, Alcide Matrineou had been spending most of his time on board long-range starships to avoid the disaster the planets of the universe had become. He had seen firsthand what happened in the initial onset of the raging, rioting, violent phase of the infection. He had been on Coruscant when it had really taken hold. It wasn't a slow onset, either. In the span of just under seventy-two hours, there was a screaming, writhing mass of red-eyed demons, all hell-bent on destroying everything in sight.
It had not been an issue for the darksider to clear a path, however. The infected fell like so much rubble from the destroyed Senate Rotunda...or any other of a plethora of destroyed buildings....and he had just strolled away like the universe -wasn't- tearing itself apart at the seams.
That was three months ago. Now? The infection seemed to be slowing...or at least running out of victims. Alcide had inherited his father's immunity from the plague, vulnerable only to the infection spread from a bite. Since then, he had floated from space vessel to space vessel, bartering passage aboard whatever he could. This time, he had managed a pretty decent berth on board an Imperial Escort Carrier rescued from one of the major fleets before it had been overtaken by the infected masses. This ship seemed to be in perfect shape, albeit way understaffed. There were few beings on board that weren't droids....but that suited him just fine. He was in a small cabin toward the port side of the ship, one designed for a lesser officer. Apparently, the former occupant would not be needing it anymore...just like about half the known worlds in the universe.
Suddenly, a noiseless sound pierced his reverie, breaking his mind free from the thoughts racing through it. The silent whisper in the force caused the darksider's hackles to rise...it was an unfamiliar tickle, but it piqued his interest. He had no idea that there were any force users on board this ship. Now, he would have to introduce himself.
He could feel the darkness seep out in waves from inside him. At first, they were only a minor ripple...a drop in the surface of a calm lake. However, as he continued, they grew in their intensity. Not enough to actually do any kind of damage...but to anyone sensitive enough to pick up on them? They would feel like they were being enveloped in a dark, tight, binding shroud....almost suffocating.
It was a handshake of sorts, and Alcide wanted to show that he had a firm grip.
ABOUT Cecilia Seario
Alias
Age
“One of the greatest mental freedoms is truly not caring what anyone else thinks of you.”
Though she wasn't expecting much of a response, she was still on guard in case of anything. And yet, she was certainly surprised by the response she got. Her soft, alluring, almost provocative waves were met with a tight, firm embrace of the dark side. She let out a small gasp in surprise as she felt the tendrils of the Force surround her. It was alluring in its own way. Slowly standing up from the jacuzzi, she stepped onto the soft, white mat that was meant to soak water, and to prevent the beautiful mosaic floor from having water spilt on it. Wrapping herself in a towel, she dried herself off and exited the bathroom, stretching herself out onto the cool linen of the bed, the cold soothing against her warm skin, still radiating heat from the hot soak. Reaching out again in the Force, she began probing the individual in question, her mind attempted to connect with... whoever this was, encouraging them to make their way to her suite. As she did, she silently keyed in a few commands to the droids, instructing them to temporarily not shoot any intruders on sight, while simultaneously wrapping herself in an ermine fur cloak, and fixing her amethyst necklace around her neck. The purple stone matched perfectly with her eyes, she stretched out on the bed, with one eye on the door, awaiting her visitor...
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less."
So, the other force wielder felt him. The presence felt soft, feminine....yet tinged with darkness. They were trying to touch his mind...probing, seeking information.
...And beckoning him, almost seductively. It would have warmed his heart, if it weren't already locked up tight. Still...meeting another who might share the same viewpoints could never go amiss. Deciding that perhaps he should go see what this person wanted...or was up to. Perhaps they could help find who Alcide was looking for.
He removed his mask, donned a simple black short robe with black silk pants, and a simple pair of black slipper-style shoes. He ran his fingers through his hair and checked the mirror. As much as he hated it, he was almost a splitting image of his father. He truly, truly despised this fact, but it had played into his favor on more than one occasion. Being somewhat handsome, not to mention the ability to subtly influence emotions on top of it, definitely had its advantages. However, that was not the mission right now. Thinking it best to arm himself, the darksider grabbed a small pair of daggers, and tucked them into his waistband. Alcide exited his cabin, and made a left. The light touch of the force was leading him down a long corridor, the droids turning and putting their weapons down as he passed. Apparently, someone really wanted his attention....
...Caution though...behind darkness, there are always alterior motives.
It took almost five minutes for him to make the trip to the upper cabin from where he felt the 'beckoning' emanating. He gave three sharp knocks, and waited.
