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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"What's wrong? Did the poor baby get woken from his nappy?" Pteron snickered as Bellum snapped at them when he came too. But then they all fell into silence and were soon joined by Ratnik, who's loud footsteps announced him well before he entered the room. He sat himself down and closed his eyes, falling into a meditation in the same cross legged position as both Xrux and Pteron.
Time passed and the trio were as still as stone, unwavering in their focus as they soaked in the darkside, absorbing its chilling presence into every particle of their body. Then, the doors hissed open to reveal Andor has he strode through. Simultaneously, the trio of Acolytes eyes snapped open and they all moved to greet their master on as they rested on one knee, their heads bowed, while Bellum himself stood to face the Lord of Ruin.
Andor watched his apprentice rise to greet him, which was not the token symbol of submission and loyalty. "You do not rise before me," He waved his hand and sent a telekinetic wave to slam into Bellum's broken knee, "You kneel." If the other acolytes were braver, they would have chuckled, but instead, they remained silent, internally reveling in Bellum's insolence.
And still Bellum had the audacity to speak first, claiming that it was he who had found the ship. "You found the ship, yes. But you were not the first." Andor glanced briefly at Pteron's bowed head, "Had you not disobeyed orders you may have succeeded, but instead," He struck out with his left prothetic hand in a back handed strike, aiming to strike Bellum's jaw, "You chose to deliberately disobey me. And on top of that," His right hand came forward, his fingers jagged and arched, purple lightning shooting out of the tips, aiming to electrify Bellum, "You failed in your attempt to dispatch one of my acolytes," The lightning reflected in Andor's crimson eyes, anger and irritation flooding his facial features as his eyebrows furrowed and his lips became a thin line of malice, "Pathetic!"
The acolytes still continued to kneel, just behind Bellum, shifting their weight uncomfortably in the face of their master. Continuing his barrage of lightning, Andor's eyes left Bellum and fell upon Xrux. "And you...." Xrux gulped, and if the wookie could physiologically sweat, he would have been soaked, "You didn't kill him?" He stepped behind Bellum, approaching Xrux while maintaining the torture of his apprentice. With his free right hand, Andor made his hand into a "c" shape, and immediately Xrux's hands shot to his throat as he began to grasp for air, his body slowly rising off of the ground. "You shy away from the power I promised to give you!"
"How did he know?!" The question had barely formulated in his mind before he found himself on his back. The familiar feeling of electricity and excruciating pain snaked across his body. But one word cut through the pain like a knife, "Pathetic." Andor had said. Xrux had also called him pathetic, and Bellum hated that that was the only word used to describe him. The pain he was feeling slowly melted away, the electricity kept flowing, but the pain had melted into pure unadulterated rage.
He looked up at his master, watching as he choked Xrux. Bellum's muscles wouldn't respond to his mind's commands, he wanted to stand, to prove he wasn't weak. But even though the electricity wasn't causing pain it immobilized him. His body seized this way and that, as each muscle contracted from the shock. He wanted to stand to use the rage filled power he now possessed to destroy Andor with the Force. He in the blur of purple and red Bellum reached out with his mind in any and every way willing whatever the Force grabbed onto to either crush or shatter. The only thing he thought of was Andor's cybernetic arm that was choking Xrux. And in his mind's eye he wished for it to be crushed like an empty beverage can.
Once his mind's vision was complete the pain from the electricity roared back into his body. Bellum gritted his teeth, he tasted blood, he was sure he had bit down on his tongue. But he refused to cry out, no matter the pain he would not scream or cry out again. This vow he made to himself, he would never give someone the pleasure of hearing his pain.
Andor felt a pressure building on his arm. It was still distant and weak, but he could sense the intent. He could feel Bellum's anger and his hate, but he was blinded by it, consumed to the point where his emotions were in control of him, and not the other way around. It was always the hardest lesson to learn, and a painful one. Xrux suddenly dropped to the floor gasping for breath as Andor whirled on his heel to face Bellum. He kicked out with his right leg, seeking to send the point of his steel toed boot into his apprentice's lower back, abruptly cutting off his force lightning so that he did not shock himself. Not caring what happened to his apprentice, he let his lightsaber slide down the sleeve of his left arm, the black hilt falling into his awaiting palm. It ignited with a menacing snap-hiss and the crimson blade shot forward.
His crimson eyes were alight with fire as he stared down his apprentice, "Don't be foolish, Bellum. You must control your emotions. Do not be blinded by your anger and your hate. Feel them and force them to do your bidding. Bend them to your will." He towered over his apprentice, casting his shadow across Bellum's body, but he remained still as stone, "Now clear your mind and get up." He turned his attention to the others, "All of you."
He turned his back to Bellum and finally let his gaze rest on the Nebulon Frigate, a smirk of satisfaction barely etched into his aged features, "We have work to do."
Bellum rolled onto his back, a groan escaped his throat, "Yes, Master." That was the second time his master had manhandled him with electricity. He kept his eye closed as he enjoyed the coolness of the durasteel plating underneath, he also felt the vibrations of the floor as the other acolytes walked past him. Finally, he rolled over onto his stomach and rose to a kneeling position, his left knee roaring in protest, then to a standing position.
Bellum followed behind the group like a whipped dog, hobbling in pain, his internal fire extinguished by his humiliating punishment. He looked down at his right arm, now caked in seared, dried gore still holding onto his metal rod of a weapon. He wanted to throw it away, another symbol of his weakness, but instead he simply opened his hand and let it clatter to the floor. The servos and gears of his hand whirred and whined from the electrical damage they had obtained as he opened and closed his fist..
As he limped on he started to ask himself some questions, "The dog didn't beat me here, and I don't remember seeing the four-armed freak when I arrived, was the roach hiding in the room before I arrived?" He didn't understand his master's anger toward Xrux either, the wookie hadn't even been to blame for their fight. Did Andor want them to kill each other? If so, why had his master gotten so mad him for the attempt? And finally he asked himself as they neared their objective, "How do I control what takes control of me?"
From beyond the glass, in the expanse of space, the sight of both the Messiah and Reverence appearing as they approached the coordinates of the Nebulon frigate that Andor had forward to them. Once in position, the hangar doors to both ships opened and numerous shuttles and fighters erupted forth like a swarm of insects, bringing bodies and equipment to the construction room where they were tasked with making the Nebulon ship space-ready.
Satisfied with the pace at how everything was proceeding, Andor turned his attention to the four Sith that stood near him, "Our mission here is complete. Soon we will have another ship displaying the power of the Order. For now, we progress forward." First he turned to Xrux, Pteron, and Ratnik, "You three are to go to Kuat's surface. Take our ground forces and cleanse the capital of the dead. Help the civilians regroup and once the threat has been contained and exterminated, the Order will take up residence at the old Estate of the Ten. You are dismissed," The three acolytes bowed to their master as they turned to move towards the landing shuttles, knowing that one of them would take them back to the Messiah so they could mobilize the ground forces necessary to carry out the Lord of Ruin's will.
Andor turned to face Bellum, who was lost in his own thoughts, thoughts that Andor could see as clear as day, "The roach used her resources and sent me coordinates of the ship as soon as she activated to power to this sector. Had you not fall prey to your own pride and had your ass kicked by Xrux, you would have made it here sooner," He simply looked at Bellum apathetically, giving no indication to his own emotions or thoughts, "To control what takes control of you is an answer that you must discover on your own. Once you complete this next task, we will regroup at the Estate of Ten to begin your training. Only then will you truly experience the power of the Darkside of the Force." He still remained stoic, his crimson eyes staring down his apprentice, "You are to return to Honoghr. Go to the remains of the Red Dawn Medical Center, there are a few items we need to retrieve that I did not believe to be important until recently. First, you must find the corpse of Ishmael Centaris, the former Lord of Corruption. I imagine he and Ryu are laying lifeless in the hangar. Retrieve his journal on Sith Alchemy and bring it to me. The Jedi were conducting research on the cure for this virus. That research, I assume, would still be in their central computer database, seeing as how they left in such a hurry. Find the files and download them. We will take them to Kamino and demand the Kaminoans help us in our quest to save the galaxy." Andor reached into his robes and produced Bellum's lightsaber and pistol, holding them out, one in each hand, "You will not need these, but you may take them if you desire. When you return, they belong to me."
He was staring off into nothing, lost in thought when he felt the cold gaze of his master on him. Turning to face Andor he listened to everything he had to say before looking at his old lightsaber and blaster. "All due respect Master, I have failed too many times to just be given my weapons back. Allow me to succeed at this mission you have given me before I touch my weapons again." He replied to the offering, he shifted his weight form his right to his left knee and immediately returned to his right knee when pain shot up his leg reminding him of his injury.
Wincing he continued, "I may know these men you speak of, I spoke with one before the Battle of Honoghr. He wore a mask, so I never saw his face. The other wasn't as talkative, but just as ominous." Looking back up at his master he quickly averted his eyes once he made contact with his cold red eyes. They didn't show emotion, but Bellum knew he was being judged for his failures. He didn't like being judged, but his aster had every right, he had failed him and gone on a personal mission that ultimately failed and made him look like a fool. He wanted to explain himself, to explain that he was trying to prove himself, and that the Wookie had gotten a lucky hit in. But the excuses refused to come forth, so he instead asked, "Will I be taking a personal ship or one of your Battle-cruisers, Master?" He didn't expect his master to just give him a cruiser to command or use on such a small mission, but he figured he would ask anyway.
Bellum was currently mapping out his mission in his head, and how to effectively and efficiently complete it. He was ready to prove to his master that he could complete something he was given. He also wanted to see what kinds of information and weaponry had been left behind in the facility for collection. With the powers that had been there during the battle something of interest must have been left behind, he was sure of it.
For the first time since Bellum had risen from the ashes of his former self, he had made a smart decision, one that Andor approved of. As Bellum refused to take his weapons, Andor smiled, his white, sharpened and unnaturally white teeth showing through his spread, thin lips. "A smart decision, my apprentice," He stated approvingly as he returned the weapons back to his robes, "There's still hope for you yet."
He turned to walk with Bellum to the shuttles that had dropped off the crewmen tasked with finishing the construction of the Nebulon frigate, and he pointed to a fighter that lay abandoned in the corner, covered in dust, a lost but completed product of the ship yards. "That fighter over there will suit you well. Consider it a gift. Make sure it is fueled and operational before you leave. You are dismissed, Darth Bellum. And remember, should you encounter anything while on your mission, do not let your anger control you. You must be able to control it or you will fail. Meditate on this during your travels."
His black robes gave a whoosh as he twirled away from his apprentice and made his way to his command shuttle that had just arrived. The boarding ramp descended and the pilot was waiting at the entrance as Andor approached, "Take me to the Estate of the Ten, pilot. Prepare for immediate departure."
The ramp closed, swallowing Andor and the pilot as they made their way inside to the cockpit. Andor strapped himself in to one of the passenger chairs behind the pilots chair and closed his eyes to mediate while the pilot throttled the engines. Soon, the ship rose into the air and carried them towards the surface of Kuat, the lambda class shuttle carrying the three acolytes following behind it as it made its way towards the capital.
Bellum watched his master turn and leave, a small strike of pride returning with the praise he had been given. He followed the flight path of the Lambda-class shuttle as it left for the planet. Turning his attention then to his “gift” he was surprised to see it was a Firespray-31-class Interceptor, just like the one the famous Bounty Hunter Boba Fett flew in his time. The ship was partially covered in an enormous tarp, and entirely covered in dust, but even so, it was an entirely functional ship.
After pulling off the tarp and a bit of manhandling of the nearby fuel station Bellum was able to connect the fuel line and get the ship topped off before his mission. He slowly hobbled to the cockpit of the starship and sat it it’s upward facing seat. He’d heard about these kinds of ships, meant for law enforcement but favored by bounty hunters and criminals, in fact the famous bounty hunter Boba Fett had owned one of the only surviving prototypes, the Slave II, if memory served Bellum correctly. Running through the start up procedures took a little longer than usual as this fossil had been sitting for who knew how long. The engines refused to start the first couple times, but finally obeyed and roared to life. Bellum scanned the ship’s HUD for any alarms or danger indicators, to which there were none, he then eased the controls to lift the ship off the hangar deck. The control response was perfect, almost too perfect, every slight touch of the yolk jostled the ship slightly. Bellum aimed the ship for the hangar entrance and had exited the hangar a second later. Once clear the Firespray-class did a partial twisting roll-turn as it corrected its orientation for flight. Bellum then input the coordinance for the planet Honoghr, waited for the computer to make its calculations, then upon indication the scene around him changed from a dull spotted black to a brilliant blue and white.