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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Kuat was a standard terrestrial planet of clouds, water, and land. Unlike other planets in the galaxy, a single, large man-made ring circled its equator. Serving as Kuat Drive Yards legendary shipyards, the ring appeared to galactic citizenry as an immense scaffold in space, bridged and augmented with enormous habitats and machinery.
The monstrous ring that formed the legendary Kuat Drive Yards shipyards, would come to be known as the Kuat Coffin Yards during the great plague that swept the universe. Congested living space, ample room for diseases to fester and hand on like a scab. Of the approximate 3.6 billion sentients living in this ring city, an estimated 80% perished. The fullscale evacuation of the KDYwas eventually imposed on the remaining citizens. Rioting, looting and other criminal activity inspired by the mad social condition destroyed a considerable amount of the city. This incident abruptly ended the production and maintenance of an incredible amount of space vessels
Kuat was a heavily urbanised world, meaning it was struck hard by the plague. With an almost completely human population, suffering under the viral outbreak and the chaos that followed, this, combined with its shipyards and Imperial-leaning sentiment, made it an obvious location for the Enclave to liberate. And so, Lieutenant Autumn found himself staring out the bridge of the Imperious at the planet before him. Dropships were being launched to both the planet and shipyards, filled with shock troopers to exterminate the virus once and for all. The colonel had been unable to oversee the operation, but that was quite alright with Autumn. Lieutenant Augustus Autumn <<Only a matter of time,..
Bellum’s eye snapped open as the sound of boots hurriedly stomped past him. His head felt like it was splitting open from ear to ear with every footfall of the soldiers that were running by him. He pushed himself off the floor where he had ben laying for who knows how long and started shuffling down the hallway.
Bellum hadn’t been going very far before he found the mess hall, without any thought he walked in the giant room where everyone was talking to each other at the same time and the noise and presence was ominous to the Dark Jedi. He walked over to where the food was, not caring who was in line and grabbed some bread, and some water. Nobody seemed to care that he had just cut in line, nor that he was just grabbing food and walking away. As he shuffled to an empty table, he heard a soldier whisper to his tablemates, “That is the Jedi that Darth Andor had us take from the battle on Honoghr.”
To which another replied, “I heard he strangled Tirac and they used his body for some type of Sith ritual. That’s why the ship was shaking before we jumped into hyperspace.”
Bellum stopped, turned toward the table, and made his way to it, “Where are we heading to?” he asked in a low raspy voice as he set his empty cup on the table. The soldiers all stopped and stared at him for a second before one answered, “Kuat.” A trace of fear was in his voice, “We arrived thirty minutes ago.” Bellum turned away and exited the cafeteria without another word. His headache had started to recede somewhat, but his head still throbbed like someone on the inside was constantly knocking to get out. He made his way to the bridge of the ship, as that was where he guessed his master would be since they had arrived at their destination.
The Dark Jedi eventually made it to the bridge where he saw multiple officers at their monitors, or walking and talking amongst themselves, but no sign of Darth Andor anywhere. That was when he peered out of the viewport of the ship and saw the planed, encircled by a massive ring, the Kuat Drive Yards, if he wasn’t mistaken. How the people of Kuat had been able to create such a massive orbiting ring was beyond Bellum’s thought process at the moment. He didn’t care how either, he just stood near the front viewport and watched the planet below, wondering why his master had them come here, and waiting for his answer.
Andor stood on the observation deck on the second level of the bridge gazing through the viewport and looking out at the planet of Kuat. He hadn't been here since the days of the Dark Tide. Staring at the glowing planet, with its orbiting man-made ring brought images of Inquisitous, Sinistra, Jud'dayus and more to Andor's mind. Now, they were all dead, lost to the unknown in their quest for power. But Andor had outlasted them all. He had grown more powerful than they could have ever dreamed of. If they were still alive, they'd be kneeled down before him as servants to the Lord of Ruin.....
The sound of footsteps belownbroke Andor from his reverie. As his crimson eyes blinked, the images of Dark Tide faded into nothing. He continued to stare out into space as Bellum entered the bridge and meandered his way to the window. Bellum seemed entirely unaware of Andor's presence above, lost in thought as he tried to process everything that was happening.
"You're late." Irritation crept into his voice. With a small jump, Andor's body went over the handrail and in a flutter of flapping robes, he landed next to Kirwin, his left, prothetic arm, coming across to backhand his apprentice across the face. He didn't hold back, using the full strength of his mechanized arm to inflict as much pain as possible into his apprentice, "I don't like to have my time wasted."
He didn’t see it coming and the next thing he knew, Bellum was bent over opposite to where his master had landed. A metallic taste formed in his mouth as he righted himself, it was bad enough that he had a headache and now his master just added to it tenfold. Bellum refused to coddle the injury to his face as he looked at his masters red eyes before quickly averted his eye, “My apologies my master, it won’t happen again.”
“When can I have my lightsaber back?” He asked as he looked back toward the planet below, the anger of being struck out of nowhere rising slowly. Bellum hated the man standing next to him, but he had knowledge that he needed and the Dark Jedi wasn’t powerful enough to kill him at the moment, his right arm was a testament to that. The pain his master enjoyed inflicting onto him for his own pleasure seemed to be constant even in the short time he had known the man. The Sith acted like nothing could touch him, and as far as Bellum was concerned nothing could, and he hated it. “How am I to learn without it?”
When his master wasn’t looking Bellum opened and closed his jaw rubbing it with his own robotic hand, every movement hurt right now and he hadn’t quite learned how to properly use pain to his advantage. Anger was easy, anger worked like floodgates, you open them and let the current take you. Pain was more difficult, and it was such a painful lesson to learn.
"If you think your lightsaber gives you your power, then you're dumber than I thought." Andor replied, as he turned to face his apprentice, "Your power flows from the Force. It is through the Force, and through the Darkside where we are at our strongest. A lightsaber is merely a tool through which the Force flows, as it does all living things. You will receive it when I say so."
Andor turned back to look at the planet that shone before them. "Tell me, Bellum. What do you know about this virus that infects our galaxy?"
The insult to his intelligence caused a scowl to cross his face for a brief moment. The following question however took Bellum completely by surprise. He knew next to nothing about the virus that Andor spoke of. “Not much, I have observed that it will start by driving the infected specimen to madness, causing irrational thinking, and brain function. The victim will attack any living being in sight and eventually will die. From accounts I have heard the virus will actually reanimate the corpse for a short while until motor functions are impossible, then the virus will die.”
He paused for a moment and looked at his new metal arm, remembering the searing pain as he lost the original, “They were even theorizing at the Red Dawn Medical Center that the virus could even infect lightsaber crystals. Myself, a boy, and a Zabrak by the name of Loki were about to embark on a mission in search for infected crystals before the facility was attacked. Only the boy got away.” He clenched his fist, if only he had joined that kid in the stupid mission, and not gone to help Geir evacuate patients, all this pain he felt might not have been. But no, Kirwin, the Jedi Knight was dead, and Darth Bellum was born to learn the ways of power.
Bellum looked back to his master, “That… Is all I know about the plague.” He couldn’t keep eye contact with Andor for very long, only a second or two before he forced himself to look down. He waited for his master to explain what he had missed. He looked back at his metallic hand rotated it back and forth, clenched it, opened his hand, and wondered what kind of upgrades he could possibly add to it. He didn’t have much time to think before Andor would most likely reply to his information.
Andor listened to his apprentice's words, taking note that they had discovered the virus could infect lightsaber crystals. That was something had happened on accident. The virus in which the Lord of Ruin had developed through Sith Sorcery to destroy the Jedi had evolved to a stage that he had been unable to control at the time. Because of that, the disease had spread rampant and, in the end, had brought the entire galaxy to its knees, left in a state of chaos and inactivity. Those who had survived lived day to day, scavenging for life as they fought to find a way to end Andor's creation. "I must admit, Bellum, that this virus is much more destructive than I had intended for it to be." Andor admitted as he revealed the truth to the virus' origin. "I had meant to use it only to destroy the Jedi, but alas, my power has brought the galaxy to ruin. A side effect that we can still capitalize on."
As he spoke, Andor had already formed a plan in his mind. If executed properly, the Order of Ruin would prosper, and Andor would find himself as the new galactic emperor. A ruler both powerful and idolized by those whom he had saved. "This virus has a cure, as I'm sure you're aware. My plan is this." He turned to face his apprentice, "If we were to distribute the cure: if we were the ones to save system after system from this terrible tragedy: we would be seen as heroes! When we destroy this virus, we can use that to bring the galaxy together!" He clasped Bellum's right shoulder, staring into his eyes with a broad, thin smile sketched across his face, "We will save the galaxy and from the ashes of chaos, it will be reborn into a stronger society!"
“Destroying your own creation, no matter how it has evolved, sounds counterproductive.” Bellum mused, “But turning the galaxy to see as we see fit would give us the resources to hunt down any Jedi or their sympathizers and eliminate them. We would have to find a way to make the Jedi at fault for this.” The smile of Andor unnerved Bellum slightly, but his master had a plan and Bellum was ready to carry it out.
“Is that why you have brought us to this planet? The Kuat Drive Yards could help expedite our cure.” He turned away from his master and began mumbling just loud enough for Andor to hear. “If we were to save the populace of Kuat, we could put them to work making ships to go to every system. But that would set us back several months due to ship production. Do we even have a way to mass produce the cure? Unless…” He finally trailed off. Why he was thinking so hard about this he had no idea, his master must already have a plan in place.
With a hint of worry in his voice Bellum turned back to Andor and bowed slightly at the waist, “Apologies master, I did not mean to undermine you. I am sure you already have a plan of execution.” Then straightening himself, “Command me, master. That I may learn, and do your bidding.” He wished he had his lightsaber, his belt felt light without it. As if more than just his arm had been severed from his body. But his master had told him he would receive it when he was ready.
"In time, the people will find fault in the Jedi on their own. For now, we save the people." Andor stated. "And you are correct in your assumptions about Kuat, my apprentice. Reports have indicated that there is currently a Nebulon-B escort frigate in one of the construction bays. If we can generate enough man power and bring back the Kuat Drive Yards, we could have that finished in a small amount of time, and I would place you in charge of its operations. We then move forward from there."
Andor turned to leave the bridge, "Follow me." It was not a request.
His boots clacked on the floor as the doors hissed open and he moved into the long sleek hallway. He did not speak until the doors whooshed closed behind them. "In regards to mass producing the cure, I have had some thoughts. There is no doubt in my mind that the Jedi were close to discovering it themselves. That's why they were at the Red Dawn Medical Center. However, I do not believe they had a cure developed, or at least, not ready for distribution." They turned a hallway, to find a pair of soldiers approaching them from the opposite direction. Quickly, they sidestepped, placing their backs against the wall and saluted the pair of Sith as they walked past. Andor continued, "The Jedi are not the only ones seeking a cure. Think, Bellum, what other worlds boast superior technological advancement, yet are rural enough to have evaded the destruction of my plague?"
Bellum quickly fell in step with Andor as they exited the bridge. As they passed by the pair of soldiers he knew they were only moving out of Andor's path, if it had been just him there probably would have been some type of confrontation. Bellum turned his attention back to his master as he continued explaining his plans about the cure. He was silent for a moment as he pondered the Sith's riddle of isolated technologically advanced systems. "Master, When I was with the Jedi, I suggested Kamino to them but they claimed that the RDMC was their best bet for a cure."
As they continued walking down the corridor Bellum continued explaining, "Before I found myself at Honoghr, I was being treated at their medical facilities. They have superior medical and cloning technology, and I had no idea of the plague before leaving the planet. Meaning that it either never reached there or was quickly contained due to how separated the platforms are." He stroked his chin with his metallic hand, "And if memory serves me right, the Kaminoans have no problem with what their clients are asking for as long as the price is right. They did create an entire clone army after all that brought war to the galaxy for many years."
Bellum finished his answer and hoped he had sleuthed correctly as he waited for his master's reply. The drum of their in sync footalls echoes in the hallway as the continued on nobody speaking. He guessed by the way his master was taking that they may be heading toward the hangar bays, but he was still new to the ship and it was only a mental guess. "Was I wrong? Is he dissatisfied with my answer? Why won't he answer?" Bellum worried to himself as they marched along, soldiers hurriedly moving out of their way left and right.
"You are correct, Darth Bellum. Kamino will produce the cure for us. But first, we must gain a foothold here. You, myself, the other acolytes, and a handful of special ops soldiers will be transported to Kuat Drive Yards. We will cleanse it of the infected as a sign of goodwill for the planet. Then, we will help them on the surface."
Time passed in silence as they made their way through the long corridors of the Messiah, until they finally arrived to the hangar bay. Ahead of them was a small Lambda-class shuttle that was already prepped for take off. Standing just outside of the boarding ramp stood the three Sith acolytes, Xrux, Pteron, and Ratnik, each clad in appropriately sized black tunics and black boots, their weapons strapped across their bodies in various locations. There were also five special ops soldiers, clad in black armor resembling that of a death trooper, their DLT-19D heavy blaster rifles held idly in their arms, with their SE-14r blaster pistols holstered to their side. As Andor and Bellum approached, they all stiffened and stood to their full height, each of them stepping to the side to allow them to board the craft first.
Andor ascended into the belly of the shuttle, seating himself in one of the passenger seats in the rear, furthest away from the cockpit. He padded the seat to his right, indicating that it was meant for his apprentice. "Your weapon is the Force. You must learn to harness it and wield it to your advantage. Bend its power to your will." A subtle indication that Bellum would not yet be receiving his lightsaber or blaster. First, he must learn to survive with his bare hands.
The others moved into the hold and strapped themselves in. Then, they waited as the pilots finalized their calculations for take off.
Bellum followed Andor to the hangar bay, he had been correct in his planetary assumption and it gave him some pride, which was soon crushed when his master refused his weapon yet again. He sat down with a neutral facial expression, even though his anger of being refused a third time rose within. "Yes, my master." Bellum said as he strapped into his seat and waited as the engines whined during the preflight check. Then the craft lifted off the ground and they were on their way to the man-made ring that orbited the planet of Kuat.
As they flew Bellum's anger stewed on his lack of weapons. "'Your weapon is the Force.'I use the Force constantly. Didn't I show my power when I defeated the other Sith in the battle?!" He thought to himself. "The master wants to test my power; he didn't see my full potential in his quarters because I had been weakened from my fight. I'll show him."
