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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Serenno was a planet located in the Outer Rim Territories covered in lush forests, mountains and plains. During the Clone Wars, it was aligned with the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the leader of which was the Serenno-born Count Dooku.
Wilhelm sat silently in his study drumming his fingers on the desk while a fire quietly popped in the hearth. Behind him, a large window was overlooking the once bustling capital of Serenno. The plague had taken it's toll on here, much like everywhere else. House Quintas barely maintained order, but resources were running thin. The finest doctors for hire had been brought to Serenno to try and discover a current, and they had failed. Not to mention they subcumed to the disease in the process. *What a waste of credits* Wilhelm thought to himself.
At that moment, the door chimed. Wilhelm stopped his drumming and sighed, "Enter." A dark haired, average sized man entered the study. It was Wilhelm's chief assistant, Gregor Quintas, a nephew of his.
"My Lord, I bring word of the... Man... You wished to learn more about. There is definitely more to him than what was originally believed."
Wilhelm stared into the fire, dryly answering, "Continue, Gregor. My patience is running thin nowadays and I really have no interest in playing guessing games." But Gregor's intial reaction was all that Wilhelm needed to solidify his assumptions.
Gregor stammered, "Er, yes, sorry my Lord, I-I meant no offense. Um, as I was saying, there is more to the man in question than what our original investigators tipped us off to. I assume you read the briefing on the assualt of the Red Dawn Medical Center?"
"Yes, I am familiar with the events that occurred. From what I understand, the Jedi effort to cure the plague was erased by enemy forces. The Jedi have been missing ever since."
"Correct, my Lord. But, after extensive communications and bribery, we've been able to pull the security holotapes of the attack. It's... Interesting, to say the least. I'll play it for you."
Walking over to the computer station, Gregor inserted a memory chip and began to play the security recording.
"I apologize in advance for the quality. The original footage was low quality and there was some corruption to contend with as well."
Wilhelm silently stared at the footage. Amid the chaos of smoke and explosions, a shuttle lands. A tall, sickly man exits. The video cuts to static momentarily. When it resumes, the man is now away from the shuttle, holding two objects in his hand.
*Lightsabers!* Wilhelm thought to himself. *Just as I suspected. The Sith aren't dead. Moreover, they are involved with the plague.*
The video cuts abruptly. "Again, My Lord, I apologize. That was the only remaining camera and it was destroyed in that moment." Gregor backs away from the computer and returns to standing across from the desk.
Wilhelm silently contemplated his next word choice. While he knew that an agent of the Sith had been involved, he wasn't sure if Gregor had possibly came to that conclusion as well.
"Gregor, what exactly did I just look at?"
"We aren't sure My Lord. We cross referenced insignias and have tracked it to some sort of... As crazy as it seems... Monastic order. The only name we've found has been whispers in the underground. Andor, I believe it was."
*Good* Wilhelm thought to himself. *Nobody suspects the Sith exist or have a hand in the matter.*
Wilhelm leaned back slightly from his desk before silently standing. He stared out the window overlooking his city before finally speaking.
"Gregor. I want an audience with this... Andor. I believe he may be the key to ensuring that House Quintas, and Serenno herself, do not collapse upon themselves. Put a word through our underground channels for contact."
Gregor stood quietly with his mouth agape for several moments. Wilhelm turned slightly while continuing to stare out of the window. "Gregor? I do not believe I stuttered. Begin work to get me an audience. Now."
Upon hearing the anger in Wilhelm's voice, Gregor regained his composure, "My-My Lord I'm not sure that is a good idea. This man orchestrated a successful attack against the Jedi, wiping out a fortified installation and killing those inside. I'm not sure I can do this in good faith, it may endanger-"
Wilhelm turned around to meet Gregor's eyes as he protested. Gregor's speech stopped abruptly as he could not find the will to continue speaking.
"Gregor," Wilhelm was now speaking through gritted teeth, his piercing blue eyes like daggers through his assistants soul, "You do not care about my endangerment. You live to serve *me*. You perform *my* will as *I* see fit. Now do as *you* are told!"
Any sense of protest, or memory of protest, was erased from Gregor's mind in that instant. Gregor simply smiled and replied, "As you wish, My Lord." Gregor bowed and exited the study. Wilhelm smirked, proud of his work and returned to staring out the window.
*This is the opportunity I have long awaited. If I am to solve the great mystery, I will need refinement in the arts of the Sith. The holocrons and sacred texts have long assisted me, but they are now exhausted. Andor, and this order of his, provide a new avenue for research. Until then, however, I wait.*
Wilhelm returned to his desk, again, drumming his fingers as he awaited the call.
A few days following Count Wilhelm's request for his men to send notice through backchannels to find a way to contact the mysterious 'Andor', if the Count happened to be in his study, he would find himself receiving an encrypted, untraceable, and unknown request for communication through his holoprojecter. Should he accept, he would soon be face to face with a holographic image of the Lord of Ruin, who's face was lost in the shadows of his red hood, and only the cloth on his shoulders were visible in the projection.
Wilhelm stood at the observation window looking down upon his capital city. He studied the razed lower class quarter that burned at the height of the plague in the riots. The middle class believed that the plague originated in the lower class quarters. Before they could be stopped, a riotous group swarmed the ghetto, burning much of it to the ground. Serenno’s security forces barely contained the incident before the rioting overran the entire city. Tens of thousands died, crippling many of the trading companies. It would take over a decade for Serenno to recuperate.
No matter, Wilhelm thought to himself. Progress with march forward. It always does.
Wilhelm’s thoughts were interrupted by an alert from his desk. A holo communication was pending. Wilhelm pondered the alert and turned to face the holoprojector. With a wave of the hand, the room darkened and doors were locked. A hooded figure appeared, shrouded in darkness
Wilhelm smirked slightly and dryly inquired, “Andor, I presume?”
"You presume correctly, Count Wilhelm Quintas," The hologram stated coldly, his voice was ice and as seemed to be almost a whisper in the night, "Now tell me, why do you seek an audience with a God?"
Enough of the pleasantries. It was time to get straight to the business. Nobody ever wanted to talk to Andor to catch up or to socialize. If they reached out to him, it was always because they wanted something. But the true question always remained: what were they willing to give to get what they wanted?
“Direct and to the point. I appreciate the promptness, although I will require more proof for the Godliness claim. Nevertheless, I sought audience to discuss what I believe to be a fruitful alliance. I have my suspicions as to what your true nature is. If I am correct, I understand that you cannot exactly reveal yourself to the galaxy at large. Your kind has largely been forgotten by the common rabble, but given enough time, they will come to see you for what you are.”
Wilhelm stepped closer to the holoprojector, hands behind his back still clasped.
“So this is what I propose. While you continue to work in the shadows, I shall be your face. Using the diplomatic connections I have built through the years and the coffers of Serrano, I will act on your behalf to sow whatever seeds you desire throughout the galaxy. Together, we shall reap a harvest of limitless potential.”
The smirk returned to his face. “What say you, Andor? Will you accept my assistance to spread your influence?”
Beneath the shadows of his hood, Andor frowned and his eyebrows narrowed in irritation as Wilhelm argued Andor's claims of godliness. The insolence. The naivety. But then, he continued to spew nonsense, and Andor rolled his eyes. Already, he was beginning to think this was a waste of time. He leaned forward and removed the hood from his head, revealing his face fully to the Count. "Who says I'm hiding in the shadows? The people of Kuat know who I am, for I am their Savior in these dark times. Without my power, my knowledge, and my generosity, they would have perished in the shadows of oblivion. But I am a benevolent ruler, and as such, I spared them from their apocalyptic nightmare." Andor leaned back in his leather chair, raising his left leg so his ankle rested on his right knee. His right hand came up to scratch at the scruff on his chin as he smiled, "You speak with confidence, Count, but you cannot hide the fact that Serreno, too, was devastated by this virus. The time for diplomacy has passed. Now, it is a matter of survival, each world forced to rebuild on their own. The galaxy has been reset and through this chaos, I have Risen to the top." He paused as he let his words sink in while also panning through Wilhelm's words in his head,
"You're going to have to try harder than that if you want me to grace your planet with salvation."
The events on Kuat took Wilhelm back. Being cut off from the galaxy had crippled his intelligence network. Nevertheless, this was not Wilhelm’s first negotiation. He laughed at the idea that he cared about “saving” Serenno.
“Do you think I care about the survival of Serrano? People are a resource. They can, and will, be replaced.” Wilhelm seated himself in his chair, placing his elbows on the desk and crossing his fingers. “No Andor, I need you for something else. I need you for knowledge. Those with the knowledge of history have the power to repeat it. Or finish the work those before you started…”
Wilhelm’s voice trailed off and he averted his gaze to the side briefly. He shifted his eyes back to meet Andor’s. “Tell me, Andor, have you ever heard of the research of Darth Plagueis? The one who delved into creating life? Preserving it indefinitely?”
Andor's face remained stoic, even as his mind lit up at Wilhelm's question. So there was the big reveal, the Count's hidden fear... the fear of death. And now, he was begging for help, looking for anybody to teach him the powers that would grant him victory over Death. And Andor could provide those answers. "I know of it, yes. It was a tragedy."
He leaned forward, closer to the holoprojector as he re-donned his hood, his face disappearing in the dark, "Come to me on Kuat. Meet me at the Estate of the Ten. Only then will we truly learn if you are worthy of becoming my Disciple."
His gloved hand reached forward, beyond the projector and clicked a button, and then, his purple, static image dissipated into the air, leaving Wilhelm to himself in his study.
With the cut of the transmission, Wilhelm’s office went dark. Silence surrounded him as he contemplated his next move. The table was set, and he was invited. But what awaited?
“Destiny,” he whispered under his breath.
The shutters on the windows slowly opened, giving way once more to the light of day. Wilhelm pressed a button on his desk to open a comm channel.
“Gregor, ready my personal ship. Send a Droid to pilot, I will be traveling to Kuat for… negotiations. Alone.”
After a brief delay, Gregor replied, “It will be done, my Lord. But, alone, sir? The galaxy isn’t as safe as it was before the-“
Wilhelm interjected, “Silence! While I appreciate the concern Gregor, I am well aware of the current threats around the galaxy. I will be in the hangar soon. See to it that my ship is ready.”
On the wall hung three vibroblades. Two common blades formed an X while a thinner, more elegant duelist's blade divided them. Wilhelm approached the display and gently pulled on the duelist’s blade. A small click could be heard as a panel opened to reveal a curved lightsaber. Like his predecessor who had passed decades ago, Wilhelm had long practiced saber combat and prided himself as an expert duelist. Grabbing the weapon, Wilhelm attached it to his side. Donning his black cape, Wilhelm concealed the saber and made his way to the hangar.
