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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Located in the Coruscant subsector of the Corusca sector within the Core Worlds region, Coruscant was a planet covered in a dense ecumenopolis. From space, Coruscant's luminosity was slightly dimmed by the planet's hazy cloud cover. The planet's weather patterns were affected by the troposphere-piercing buildings that covered the planet's surface. Inside the tallest buildings, enormous differences of temperature and air pressure from top to bottom produced unusual and unpredictable microclimates. As such, Coruscant had its own weather-control system. Thousands of years of development destroyed the planet's ancient mountains and seas. Monument Plaza housed the top of Coruscant's last remaining mountain peak.
Pulling out of Hyperdrive the YT-2400 slowed to a stop in view of the planet, “Hello Past.” Breathed Kirwin looking on the metropolis plane, “Guess we start where it all started: The Jedi Temple.” Engaging the sub-light engines, the YT-2400 started its decent to the Coruscant surface. Once he was within communication range of any of the multiple Land Control Towers, Kirwin radioed for a clearance to land but got nothing but static on all channels. “That’s strange, guess that means I have a free pass for landing. Let’s see if we can’t get an easy trek to the Temple.” Kirwin’s jaw dropped as he saw where the Jedi Temple used to stand, only the Sacred Spire protruding from the rubble and smoke. Increasing power to the forward thrusters Kirwin forwent the landing pad and directed his ship straight for the Temple. After a couple flybys Kirwin found a big enough area to put down. After touchdown Kirwin quickly made his way to the ship’s ramp, and before it even finished lowering, was off the ship.
Well outside the range of any orbital scanners (If there were even enough staff to monitor them at this point), a small freighter emerged from the lines of hyperspace. Immediately, it activated its cloaking device, and halted its approach towards the planet.
Coruscant. The heart of the Jedi Order. The heart of the Republic. This planet was one gigantic city, and because of that, it had been completely decimated by the vicious plague. Andor had always dreamed of infiltrating the temple to strike out against the Jedi, and he was finally here.
Darth Andor sat at in the pilot's chair of "The Shadow". During the trip from Korriban, he had changed out of his normal attire, and was now clad in a brown pilot's jumpsuit. He had his blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh, and had left his lightsabers with SG-14. Hopefully he could find a new one somewhere in the bowels of the lower levels of the planet.
"Take the controls. I need to finalize the preparations."
He unstrapped himself and moved into the common area as his droid servant replaced him at the controls. Slowly, the ship began to approach orbit, as Andor sat down on the metallic floor in a cross legged position.
He could feel the Force around him, it was black, it was thick, it was cold. It was obvious he was a servant of the Darkside. But through the ways of Sith Magic, an art Andor had spent years studying under the tutelage of Cronal, there was a way to fool the Jedi. There was a way to conjure a False Light Side aura.
Andor took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he racked his brain for the incantation for the old Sith spell. It had been a decade since he had last used it, after infiltrating the academy on Corellia, fooling even the most powerful Jedi Masters... Mike Frantz and Serrin Roma. He had done it before and he would do it again.
The Sith smiled at the memory. "Pro gudrybe ir pro jena\'tes, l reiklauti tave irus. Pro gudrybe ir pro jena\'tes, nu tegu zhol anvozas nun." Through the tongue of the Sith language, Andor felt the Force stir as it began to wrap around him like a cocoon. To him, it felt familiar, cold and heartless, but to any force sensitive that sensed him, they would feel the calm sensation of Ashla.
So it had all come to this. The culmination of his efforts to breath life back into the Universe. Vandelhelm was secure now and he hoped that Dari would be able to secure a Kolto agreement from the governing populace of Manaan and should that not work, there were the possibilities of Thyferra's resources. However, the same destruction that had brought the rest of the galaxy to its knees had likely done the same everywhere.
Breathing deeply, Aaramis, filled with a new found determination, piloted the GX1 Hauler toward the marred surface of Coruscant as the vessel exited from the confines of hyperspace. He managed to procure the vessel as a gift on Vandelhelm and it was in pretty remarkable condition considering the death and destruction that had raged throughout the universe only days and hours before. The planet from wince he came had been extremely lucky considering the circumstances of its location. It was difficult to reach and as news of the outbreak spread, the shipping and transportation lanes had ceased to allowed traffic any longer. It was the small things such as that and Vandelhelm's survival that kept Aaramis going in the wake of such destruction.
As the vessel neared the planet, there was no sign of any orbital control, and even more ominously than that was there was no traffic period that ran through here. The once bustling life of the city world below appeared hushed and cried out in anguish from the billions of departed souls.
But, there was no time to dwell on such horrors. The Republic had to rebuild if life was ever going to resemble what it had once been.
Gently, the ship continued on its way until it broke orbit and dove down toward the planet's surface.
Dropping from hyperspace the stealth systems running silent with the heat sinks active the move in and settled in over Coruscant taking up orbit and monitoring communications on the planet to figure out where the best of the landing points would be for them. The turmoil of the galaxy had made for some nice opportunities for him to acquire new information on hostile planets that would normally be harder for him to gain access to.
The long range scanners were running as the ship was orbiting the city planet as he tried to get a handle on what was going on planetside. During that scanning process a ship was picked up and then rather quickly lost but his system registered the ship's callsign as one belonging to another of the sith that survived the cataclysm. He took a few minutes to think about going down and extracting him from where his ship had crashed. Weighing the pros and cons of going into infestation central to get someone who he really didn't know or have any reason to save other than having them in his debt. Then again right now allies would be useful due to the current state of things.
"Prep a drop pod, I'm going to the surface. You all are to find and secure a landing zone as close to the coordinates that I land at. Keep coms open and begin descent."
The ships nose tilted downward as his crew directed the ship in the direction he indicated breaking orbit, all the while he made his way to a drop pod.
From the depths of hyperspace emerged The Messiah, a Bulwark Mark III battlecruiser. It began to navigate its way towards the planet of Coruscant, where it then remained just outside of its gravity well, positioning itself for a quick jump into hyperspace if the need arose.'
Meanwhile, on board, the bridge was bustling with activity. Admiral Lynn stared out of the viewport at the monstrous city-planet that's incoming and outgoing traffic was just a mere trickle of the planet's former glory.
"Sergeant, are you picking up any readings from The Shadow on our scanners?" The Admiral's voice was calm as he meticulously made an about face to give his attention to the young woman with fiery red hair that was collected into a bun that sat at one of the many terminal screens lining the bridge. Expertly, her fingers graced across the keys as she read the information that was popping up on the blue screen in front of her. Her brow furrowed as she looked up to meet the Admiral's gaze.
"Negative, Admiral. Lord Andor's ship is not within range of our sensors."
There was a pause in silence as the Admiral assessed the situation. They were at the coordinates that Andor himself had transmitted to them, coordinates that would serve as the rendezvous point. If he wasn't here, then that meant something had gone wrong. If the plans had changed, Lynn would have heard about it.
"See if you can ping The Shadow on all available communications frequencies and try to triangulate its location."
Another minute of silence as the sergeant and her team worked. "Sir, we are unable to locate or hail The Shadow. It's not on Coruscant."
"Well then hail Lord Andor's personal comlink."
"Sir, we've established a connection with Lord Andor's comlink, shall we patch you through?"
"Immediately."
Walking briskly over to a nearby table, a blue hologram of Andor pixilated to life in front of the admiral. The Sith Lord appeared to be crouched behind some sort of large container, in what seemed to be some alley.
"My Lord, we've arrived at the rendezvous point." Admiral Lynn stated as he bowed his head.
"There has been a slight complication, Admiral." Andor stated through clenched teeth, his jaw tight and his voice low in volume. "My incompetent droid crashed my ship and I'm currently navigating a sea of the infected. I need an extraction."
"Consider us already on our way, My Lord." The Admiral looked past the hologram at one of his nearby lieutenants. "Lieutenant! Immediately dispatch one LAAT and four escorting Alpha-class V wings to the planet's surface. Inform them they are to perform a search and extract and that they will receive precise coordinates when they are en-route."
The lieutenant gave a quick, sharp salute before bolting out the door to scramble the necessary fighters. Next, the Admiral gave orders to his sergeant that manned the sensor terminal. "Sergeant, establish a connection trace with Lord Andor and send the coordinates to our departing pilots immediately."
"I will meet the fighters on the roof. You should encounter no resistance in the air, its what lurks on the ground that is dangerous."
The Admiral understood the Sith's words. The infected were everywhere, but fortunately hadn't yet developed any skill in piloting star fighters... So that was a good thing.
"Of course, my Lord. It will take a some time for our pilots to reach the surface but I guarantee their success."
Andor found himself in his personal quarters, sitting on the bed in nothing but a pair of black shorts. It had been a few hours since he had boarded, having been retrieved and extracted by his own crewmen from the endless cityscape of Coruscant. He had been sleeping (after all, it had been a little over two days since the last time he slept) but soon was disturbed by the urgent pinging on his comlink.
Now, he was sitting up, his comlink in hand as he groggily processed what was being displayed. From the encrypted message from the Order of Ruin, Andor found orders that he, the new Lord of Deception, and the other three lords, Ryu, Ishmael, and Alkor, were to launch an assault on the Red Dawn Medical Facility on Honoghr. This medical base was renown across the galaxy as neutral territory, taking in anyone who needed medical attention without question. They protected the weak until they were able to return back to the galaxy at large. But the weak were meant to perish, and only for the strong to live. And now, it was time for the strong to punish those that protected the weak.
Andor grinned. Finally the Order of Ruin would be revealed. Finally, the weak would perish.
Walking over to a small holotable in the corner of the room, a blue graphic of Admiral Lynn flickered to life. "Prepare a jump to Honoghr. When we arrive, we arrive with weapons and shields online. Our target is the Red Dawn Medical Facility. Notify me two hours before our arrival."
The Admiral knew better than to ask questions and instead nodded his head, "It will be done, My Lord."
Andor made his way back to his bed and crawled under the covers. His eyes closed as he let himself fall into the darkness of sleep knowing that when he would awake:
