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 green terrestrial world orbited by two moons named Bador and Ronay. The surface of Kuat featured three continents and scattered islands, and most of the world's terrain consisted of lush forests, rolling green plains, and carefully-groomed gardens. The planet had a temperate climate with a cool, wet winter and a warm, dry summer. Hostile animal life was nonexistent on Kuat, as terraformers had stocked the planet with inoffensive herbivores such as drebin, which provided compost for the world's gardens.
Kuat proper was dominated by The Ten, the group of aristocratic families from all over the Core Worlds that collected and made the ruling elite of Kuat.The Ten include: House Kuat, the ruling family; House Andrim; House Depon; House Knylenn; House Kuhlvult; House Purkis. And in the path of the awesome plague sweeping the universe-wide the ten were taken down like bowling pins hit by a 10-ton boulder. Ouch!
As the dropships descended from the heavens above, the swarm of aircraft looking all the world like a swarm of locusts, blocked out the sun, as hundreds of black specks flew across the sky, raining death upon the posessed corpses of the fallen, and taking care not to hurt the people below. As the citizens of Kuat cheered, heavy repeating laser fire, composite beam lasers, and laser cannons tore through swarms of zombies, while the power armored shock troopers, armed to the teeth, cut swathes through the hordes with their heavy weapons. Artillery troopers provided bombardments, destroying attackers from beyond, while shock troopers worked to clear the streets.
Autumn himself had donned his bronze-colored suit of tesla power armor and was leading the attack personally. Armed with a plasmacaster, rotary cannon, and vibro axe, he was a champion for those citizens who had lived in fear for so long. Staring intently through the red HUD of his armor, he noticed a small family being attacked by hordes of the undead. Charging in, he cut through the horde with his axe, seized the family in the arms of his suit of steel, and carried the humans onto a higher ground, where they would be safe. Shortly afterwards, the family, still in shock about the rescue, was picked up by a dropship that killed off the remainder of the swarm. It truly was a day of joy for the humans of Kuat.
It had been seven days since Andor and his forces had made first contact with the citizens of Kuat City. Survivors had managed to clump together, and there were four major camps thriving throughout the city. It had been at sunrise, amongst the orange and pink sky when Andor's ships first appeared, a cluster of black dots in the distance. But soon, they had sped by overhead, the roar of the numerous shuttles and star fighters shaking everything.
The combined forces of Andor's remaining troops, along with those that had once served Abaddon, emerged in columns and rows, their feet striking the ground in unison with every step. The noise of the hundreds of footsteps immediately drawing out the dead that were hidden nearby in the shadows. Cleanly and efficiently, the armored soldiers of the Order cut them down, their vibroblades a hum of encouragement to the besieged survivors.
Hour after hour, day after day, Andor's forces expanded throughout the city, rescuing every man, woman, and child that they could find, while leaving no undead beast alive. Block by block, they cleansed the city of the dead, followed by a clean-up crew tasked with the collection and cremation of all of the corpses. Finally, peace and safety had truly been created in Kuat City, and the citizens could go about rebuilding their homeworld.
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Now, Andor stood before closed doors, clad in a new set of black, padded armor, stained with juice of Norris Root: a gift to him from the citizens of Kuat for his generosity in saving their planet. On the other side of the set of double doors, Andor could hear the muffled roar of a crowd, cheering and chanting, waiting for his grand entrance.
"My Lord, here is the drink you requested," Announced one of his personal guard as he offered up a chalice filled with some sort of red wine. Andor accepted it with a look of distaste. He swirled the glass in his hand before looking up at the soldier that had brought it, his eyes now filled with anger, his jaw taught. His hand squeezed and the chalice shattered, shards of glass clattering to the ground.
"I specifically asked for water." He spoke flatly, but through clenched teeth, the red wine dripping from his still extended hand.
"I'm s- sorry, Sir. Give me just a minute and I-" But he was cut off as Andor's reached out with his other hand, catching the man in the throat. He began to squeeze, feeling the man's pulse in the palm of his hand. The soldier's eyes went wide as he began to wildly claw at Andor's hand, but Andor was relentless, his grip becoming tighter and tighter.
"Your sins are forgiven, my child," He said with a smile. There was a snap and the soldiers body went limp in Andor's grasp. Andor held the corpse up for a moment, looking into the lifeless blood-shot eyes before letting go. The body fell with a sickening thud, and Andor turned to the two other soldiers who were standing in front of the doors. "Open them."
A voice sounded through an intercom system, "Now the moment you've all been waiting for, give a loud welcome to the man who saved us from the dead, our Savior, Lord Andor!" The two doors swung inward, the light of the noon sun cascading over Andor as he walked out onto the stone balcony of the capitol building. The roar of the crowd, which looked to be around a thousand or more, intensified as he moved forward to the railing, his arms held above him in a sign of greeting and his lips stretched in a thin smile. Andor wasn't sure how long he stood there in silence, letting the people scream while waving their makeshift banners of red and gold. Finally, he motioned with his arms for the crowd below to silence.
"My children, it is a glorious day! On the seventh day, the people of Kuat have risen from the ashes and have overcome a darkness that has consumed our galaxy!" He paused to let the crowd cheer before continuing, "Today, we rejoice in our success. Today, we start anew so that we, the people of Kuat, can thrive and reach out to help save other systems that suffer from the same fate that we have conquered!" Another pause, more cheers. But as he continued, Andor's face fell and his voice became a bit quieter, "We must also give thanks as we remember those who have gone before us, sacrificing themselves so that we could reclaim our home from the dead. Let us take a moment of silence and pay our respects," The crowd remained silent as they bowed their heads. What a bunch of fools. Seven seconds passed, one second for each day it took to cleanse Kuat City, and finally, Andor broke the silence, "Now go forth and celebrate! May the people of Kuat prosper!"
The roar of the crowd crescendoed to a volume that made Andor's ears ring as he turned on his heels and retreated back into the domed capitol building, the doors swinging shut behind him. He paused to look at the corpse that still laid on the floor, "Get rid of this." And then his footsteps began to fade as he moved down the hallway before disappearing into the stairwell.
Bellum’s star ship raced past the Drive Yards as he traveled with the information and item for his Master: Darth Andor. He wasn’t worried about his partial failure as he had also found a solution to the setback. The ship soon entered the planet’s atmosphere and was landing at the capitol’s hangar shortly after. As the Firespray powered down Bellum retrieved the satchel and data-stick and waited for the ramp to finish lowering before limping down it. His knee no longer hurt him, but the damage had been done and he would forever have a limp to remind him of his failure. There was no transit system to the capitol building where he was sure that Andor would locate himself, so he would be forced to walk the entire way. Fortunately, it was a brief stroll from the hangar bay.
Bellum began his walk to his destination, passing by various construction sites and burn pits. The streets were busy and loud compared to Honoghr’s destruction and silence. “Andor must have made quite an impression if they are working so fervently without complaining about working.” He said to himself as he continued trough the streets, turning this corner and that corner heading for the large building in the center of the city.
It didn’t take him long before he made it to the large set of stairs leading to the entry of the building, where four guards accosted him, “What is your business here?” the lead guard asked.
“Out of my way, Darth Andor is expecting me.” Bellum said smoothly, they were fortunate that he was in a good mood and unarmed.
“Identify yourself.” Countered the guard trying to identify Bellum from under his hood.
“If my apparel won’t prove my statement, then how about now?” he said as he reached up with his metallic right hand and pulled back his hood, revealing his face and covered left eye. “Darth Bellum is my name. Now move before I lose my patience with you.” The confrontation began to draw a small crowd, and he was sure that Andor had come here portraying himself as these people’s savior, so killing the guards right now would be a bad idea.
One of the guards tapped his earpiece and turned away from Bellum, probably trying to confirm his identity. Turning back, he said, “He’s cleared to enter.”
“Thank you, for the inconvenience.” Bellum breathed as he passed by the guards, favoring his left leg. The guards didn’t seem to hear him as they returned to their posts without anymore confrontation. Their lack of response disappointed Bellum, as he wanted nothing more than to crush each of their throats for getting in his way.
He eventually found his way to a large room where he guessed Andor might be, as he entered, he saw a high-backed chair on an elevated platform near the back wall, “Most likely Andor’s” he thought, he was unsure as to where in this massive building his master might be and decided to call out to him with the Force, “Master, I have returned with what you asked.”
"Very good, My Son," Andor's voice resonated through the force in response to Bellum's call, "A parade in my honor is about to begin. Join me as my Disciple and the we will show my people the benevolence the Andor the Savior."
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Andor was seated in a cushioned throne that was nailed down to the floor of a large, silver, open chariot. The reins extended from the frame of the chariot and attached to a large metal belt that was securely locked around the waists of two dark green Berguutfa, which stood still waiting for the command from their riders to move forward. Andor was the grand marshall of the parade, an honor bestowed to him for his liberation of Kuat from the clutches of the dead. And now, the celebrations had continued throughout the month, the people eagerly awaiting yet another appearance by the Savior.
The parade mostly consisted of musicians and entertainers, brought together to put on a one-of-a-kind show to celebrate Andor. And now, they were find their places, waiting for the cue to open the gates that separated the capital building from the outside town's square.
Andor waited patiently for Bellum to show up, and while he waited, he sipped from a crystal chalice that housed some sort of red wine. Even now, in the distance, he could hear the excited shouts of the people, accompanied by the shrill noises of noise makers and the beat of pots and pans.... anything the people could get their hands on the make noise, they used. Days before the event, large banners and posters had been distributed with Andor's smiling face plastered on them adorned with slogans like "Desirerous and Reconciling. Andor the Savior", "Andor, your transformation savior" and "Nothing can save you like Lord Andor."
"Have Bellum join me here, bring a smaller chair so he can sit at my side. Once he arrives, we shall begin," He spoke to a passing coordinator. The woman bowed and hurried off to find a chair for Andor's apprentice.
Opening his eye, the hooded apprentice turned and left the room he was in. Heading down the hall Bellum briskly walked with a small limp toward the presence of his master. It didn’t take him long before he arrived at the edge of the chariot Andor sat upon. “There has been a small hiccup in our plans my Master.” Spoke the apprentice in a low tone after falling to his good knee, he then rose and sat at the side of his master.
Bellum did not mean to bring dark tidings to this time of celebration of his master, but he needed to let him know as soon as possible. As the chariot began in its journey of celebration Bellum whispered in Andor’s ear, “I was unable to obtain the files for the cure. It would seem that the Jedi mean to keep the information from us. Even in death. I did however-"
The chariot soon entered the main street and the cheering was deafening to Bellum’s ears, he couldn’t even hear his own words as he tried to speak the good news of his time in the destroyed RDMC facility on Honoghr. Bellum had no clue what to do being looked at by thousands of pairs of eyes, and thousands of voices cheering for his master. He was loathed too remove his hood but figured it would be for the best and let it drop to his shoulders. He did not wave at anyone, nor did he smile, the celebration was for his master not him. He sat there and tried his hardest to disappear, the entire trip was agonizing to him, waiting for what more Darth Andor had to say of his mission, and having to parade throughout the streets.
Bellum appeared at Andor's side, kneeling low before his master and acknowledging his failure to recover any data on the cure to this plague. Before, Andor would have been furious, enraged beyond reason, but now, he only clasped his hand on his disciple's shoulder and gave an icy smile, his pointed teeth shining through his thin parted lips, "You are forgiven, Bellum. As long as you have the journal," But Andor already knew Bellum had succeed with that task. The very journal that had once belonged to Ishmael radiated with the dark side, its presence a beacon to the God that sat before Bellum. "But that can wait."
He raised his hand, signaling for the parade to begin. The wrought iron gates swung outward, and the procession began to move forward to the beat of the drumline that marched before the silver chariot. Then, the moment Andor was visible to the public, there was a fanfare of trumpets before the voices of dozens of men began to sing, "Make way, for Lord Andor!' The performers erupted into song, and somewhere in the crowd a man shouted "You're gonna love this guy!"
Hundreds of colors filled the air as confetti was launched into the air, balloons floated above the Lord of Salvation and as banners waved in the crowd. Andor raised his right hand, waving to the crowd as they crawled forward, smiling and blowing kisses to those he made eye contact with. Women wooed and so did some of the men, their minds turned to mush in the presence of the new celebrity.
Andor felt the attention wash over him in a warm wave. He had done this. With the power of the Darkside, he had rid the galaxy of the Jedi, while simultaneously winning the approval of the general public, a feat that even Emperor Palpatine had difficulty accomplishing.
This planet was his to do his bidding, and the influence of the Order of Ruin would soon spread to other systems worthy of Andor's salvation.
Bellum sat in the shorter chair next to his master as the procession continued, a fitting place for the apprentice. He did not stew on the status the chair proclaimed to everyone for nobody even looked at him, despite his presence everyone looked upon his master and praised him like a god among them. "He did all of this? With the power of the Dark Side? Not even the Jedi of old were able to make the populace of a single planet praise them so. If this power over people is what Andor has promised me, then I must to my best to learn from him." Bellum thought as the day dragged on.
Bellum lifted the satchel at his side andplaced it in his lap, the leather of the bag had a weird texture to it, almost as if it wasn't animal skin. "The original owner must have been cruel indeed if this leather is what I think it is." He thought as his hand slid over it. The book and datastick were still securely inside the bag where he had placed them. His master had forgiven his transgression for not obtaining the cure, but he was sure he would please him even further with both the journal and the list of scientists.
Looking up at his master he could not tell if the smile that creased his face was a genuine smile or that of a facade to lull the people into a brainless following. Either way, his master appeared to be enjoying himself and his accomplishments on this planet, and Bellum hoped to keep him appeased with his gift and the journal at the end of this procession.
They were nearing the end of the parade now and Andor's face hurt from the never-ending grin that stretched across his lips. He waved, blew kisses, kissed the foreheads of offered up babies, gave blessings, anything the people desired. The heat of the high noon sun beat down upon the silver chariot, and Andor had noticed his apprentice had withdrawn to his thoughts in his seat. He could sense Bellum's curiosity.. his lust for greater power.
"You, too, have this power, Bellum," Andor stated through grinning white teeth, "We just have to unleash the beast within."
The com link on his wrist beeped and a red light began to blink. Andor's eyes glanced at it just long enough to read the message, before turning his attention back to the people of Kuat. "It seems we have a visitor back at the Estate. We'll make our way there immediately."
With the chariot and the surrounding performers arriving back into the gated courtyard of the capitol building, Andor waited his ride to come to a stop before nimbly stepping down to the ground. He would wait for Bellum to join him before they would move through the capitol to the hangar bay, where a two person land speeder was waiting.
Without a word, Andor slipped into the passenger's seat, waiting to see how his apprentice would react.
