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
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The Valley of the Dark Lords, originally known as the Valley of the Sleeping Kings, was a valley and burial ground of the Sith Lords of Korriban. Originally constructed by the planet's natives as a burial ground for their kings; the Exiles of the Jedi Order who came to be known as the Dark Lord of the Sith added their own tombs to the Valley. Along with several prominent tombs, the Valley was home to the ancient Sith Great Temple and the Sith Academy which would loom over the Valley for several millennia.
The ancestral homeworld of the Sith, of his people, Korriban had a long and spectacular history. It had seen the rise and fall of a number of Sith Empires. It housed the remains of many of the most powerful Sith Lords and their treasures and knowledge, though by this point, most of the tombs had been broken into and pillaged. However, there was other significance here. The great call of the Dark Side of the Force; it's call was unbelievably strong. It was cold, dark and hungered for strength and Lord Abaddon relished it. The power. The darkness. The truth power of the Force as it called to, and caressed, him. This was the heart of it all. The true center of Darkness.
Abaddon's cloak whipped and danced violently as wind plowed through the valley. His hood was pulled over the crown of his bald head, casting a menacing shadow veiling much of his face. Two bright red-orange orbs glowed broodingly through the black shadow. The figure was clad in a kind of armor resembling that of Mandalorian iron - beskar - but it wasn't any such material. It was dark and unpolished. A mask hugged his face from the bridge of his nose to neck and stretched out around the head just below the lobe of the ear. He skin was dark and red revealing several cursory scars etched upon the surface. The man resembled everything it was to be Sith. Dark. Foreboding. Menacing. Powerful. Focused.
Another gust swept through the valley sending the base of his cloak back into its violent dance once more.
"The time has come. The time is now. When the chroniclers write the history of this order, they will say it began here. It began today. The Order of Ruin is risen today and the galaxy will be born anew as it was intended." The Dark Lord's voice was chilling and dark, enough to wreak fear in even the bravest of men. A dark aura pulsed from him and filled the surrounding area.
"Ri skysosûtas waria tuti ra wir. Ri warizridi tqi tuti tiwi is shirsijia."1He lifted an arm, as the ancient tongue of his people spurted from his lips, signaling the plasteel clad warriors that accompanied him to disperse and search out the ruins of the Dark Lords laid to rest in this valley. He started his own motion forward as his arm fell back to his side. The weak and insignificant were on his list. They were to be butchered like animals, wiped from the world and from existence. They had no right to be here. Their presence tainted it. Infected it, spreading their disease of weakness throughout it. Korriban needed it not. It was his ancestral home. The might of his people has made it. It was his people that breathed the Sith, as they became infamously referred to as, into existence. That was strength, their mark still lived on - thrived even - when they were rarer and rarer in number. It was time the galaxy realized that.
He continued his methodical pace forward, that warriors that were accompanying him spreading out and slaughtering any they found here. They were not supposed to be here. This was not their world and they would realize that fact soon enough.
1"The weak will be no more. The insignificant shall be struck from history."
The Great Cataclysm. The Great Death. The Black Death. The event had many names now, yet nothing seemed to be known of its origin. Of what caused it. Of whom caused it. It was dark. It was evil. It was pure. It served to aid in his vision - in the Order of Ruin's vision. Or perhaps it was he who now aided in that vision for another. No! There could be no other. There could only be him. There could only be the Sith. And there could be no weakness.
Dark side energy spurned from this place, each step he took seeming to press tendrils of it forth. The darkness grew, smothering the light here. His presence and his power becoming overbearing.
Through peace, there will be war. Through war, there will be destruction. Through destruction, there will be anarchy. Through anarchy, the will be ruination. Through ruination, the galaxy will be cleansed. And by the cleansing shall the New Order Rise. The Great Death was a cleansing and he would act on it. His order would rise and the galaxy would finally be as it was intended. It would finally be as he intended it to be. Even if that meant razing everything to mere ash to do so.
Death sprung from around this man. This immensely sinister figure. This pure embodiment of the Dark Side of the Force. His men, the peons that followed him now, struck down every last refugee they came by, cleansing this place of their putrid weakness. There would be others to rise up and feebly attempt to preserve their pathetic lives, but they too would fall. Only the strong were allowed to exist. Only those he saw fit.
By this time, the Sith Lord's path had taken him to the grand tomb of the former Sith Lord, Darth Bane. It was a massive tomb, larger than many of the others, but it too had signs of being picked through and sacked by random raiders of years past. This man had been worshiped once upon a time. Seen as some kind of Sith'Ari, a thought that Abaddon scoffed at. How could this . . . well, this . . . be seen as a Sith'Ari? He was but a mere human. He was no true Sith. He weakened the Sith. Brought their numbers to a grinding halt. Only two? Pathetic.
He shook his head in distaste as he looked the structure over.
"The day I bend knee to a human, is the day a lose the right to call myself Sith." The thoughts were of his own and he didn't allow them to slip from his conscience. Though he may have viewed the human species with very little regard, he knew their number and abundance throughout the galaxy were something else. This species was more of a cancer that replicated itself without control and spread its very taint persistently everywhere.
He turned away from the tomb, now, and began toward the ruins of the ancient Sith Academy here. This would be the Order's headquarters - for now. This is where he would set up shop. This is where the weak would come to test him and die. Where the strong would join him and cast their shadows among the galaxy - make it how it was meant to be. Tear down what little there was now, and establish something better.
As troop after began to fill the valley, the bodies of the dead began to stack up on each other. These dead, these refugees, had likely come here seeking to escape the great devastation that had recently overcome the galaxy. This plague that had wrought a new day and age for everyone it had not killed or infected. His order had been born of chaos, death and destruction. It had been born of ruin and wanton devastation and that is what it would give back to the galaxy. The weak would bow before the strong, of the iron will of those in control would shape the universe to what it was meant to be.
A pair of troops clad in plasteel, approached the Sith Lord, tossing yet another body onto the pile. "The last of the refugee scum has been cleansed, M'Lord. Awaiting further orders."
A cruel smile emerge on the Sith Lord's face upon the confirmation that the valley had been cleanse. "Good. Ready my command and prepare to receive guests. We need to ensure they receive a proper welcome." The words were dark and cold, the voice even more so. A command would be given shortly to summon the those who believed themselves strong to come. The order would reign and with only the strong, it would be shaped into the greatest power the Universe had ever seen. Greater than Palpatine's Galactic Empire. Greater than the Sith Empire of Darth Revan and Malak. Even greater the ancient Sith Empires of Freedon Nadd and Marka Ragnos. The Order of Ruin would reign dominant; he would ensure that.
Setting down neatly on the surface the hatch of a small ship opened and Morrigan Dubh exited. She knew the planet well from her childhood and had been there many a time visiting Lord Nihilus, an old friend of An Tiarna. She walked confidently knowing exactly where she was going
As the ship descended into Korriban's atmosphere, the Dark Lord spoke out.
"Dia'dem I’lithim Nix Evo'cati' (Let those who look see naught but my shield)
The veil was brought up- a guise to hide his identity. A crescent shadow glided over the canyon that laid just beyond the valley of the Dark Lords, as the Raven glided into the valley. The J Type Nubian lowered itself to the ground level, deploying its landing gear. It set down parallel to Morrigan's small ship. As it touched down, the hiss of hydraulics filled the air. For a moment, the ship was utterly still, before the boarding ramp lowered to the ground, and along with it, descended a frail figure, clade in black tattered robes.
The figure looked at his surroundings- it was long since he had been on this planet, last time he was here was when he was a member of the Sith Triumvirate. That was many years ago. The figure then made his way towards the sith academy, following the aura of Morrigan. As he walked, he was careful to avoid detection from those who purged the planet, using obelisks and walls to remain out of sight as he made his way to the Academy.
The girl collected herself as she exited. Walking calmly she spied the docking area. And indeed she knew the ship sitting beside her own. Reaching her ship she flipped the hatch, slipped in and began toying frantically with the exquisite stash of explosives she carried habitually. But she waited. Licking her lips a smile crossed her face and she set the manual self-destruct system on grabbing the portable detonation device and pocketing it. Quickly snatching what she needed. she exited thinking hard ~C'mon Nexus she thought~exiting the ship and shutting the hatch
The Gamma-class shuttle descended lazily through Korriban's atmosphere, aimed for an isolated section of the Valley a few kilometers from where the other shuttles had landed. Ielyn was in no hurry and I saw no reason to chide him. It's a whole new universe, after all, and I've got all the time in the world. There were, no doubt, hundreds of meetings just like this one going on all across the galaxy right now- albeit with less...intense attendees- as the survivors of the cataclysm sought to climb to the top of the rubble left behind.
It was all one big primordial soup, and I was in no rush to evolve.
When we finally did land I exited the craft without a word. The moment I reached the top of the ramp and tasted Korriban's atmosphere, the dark side stirred within me. It had been a long time since my last visit to the world, and I'd never had the connection with it boasted by some of the dark siders I'd met, but there was still something primal and familiar about the place. An instinctive bond that I couldn't explain. Whether it was simply the corrupted force within each of us or something deeper, I couldn't say, but gazing out across the Valley felt an awful lot like looking into a mirror.
Pulling myself from my reverie, I reached out to find the signatures of the other guests, and headed toward where they were congregated.
Nexus, as usual, was heard before he was scene. The scraping of metal plates sliding against each other, accompanied with the crunch of soil crumbling beneath his boots was a familiar noise to any and all that knew him. He made his way towards Morrigan and his ship, which was parked besides her. He said nothing, but she could sense that the Sith was annoyed. He walked past her without a word, boarding his vessel. The ramp did not retract, however- it was a clear indication for Morrigan to board his ship. He sat in the cockpit- helmet now resting on a pedestal on his left. He heard her board the ship a few moments later. As soon as he sensed her safely aboard, he spoke aloud.
"Get us off of this rock. Plot a course for Manaan, the beach of skulls."
::As you wish, Lord Nexus.::
The automated voice was that of the vessel's droid mind, which promptly plotted a course, then activated the ships systems, lifting it from the ground towards the stars. Nexus looked to his right, giving Morrigan a glance- his face did not outwardly display anger yet she could feel it. This was going to be a long trip.
Nexus appearance was relieving if not unexpected; to her the man was a giant and always would be such. She followed his prodding without any struggle hitting the timed self-destruct button on the detonation device in hand. She watched the spectacular light show as a ship with a tank of jet fuel and laden with a considerable amount of manual explosives blew to pieces hurling massive pieces of heavy shrapnel in every direction. It reminded her in a deranged comforting way of a distorted, emotionally unsound childhood in the warm embrace of the blood covered hands of the violent monsters of the Iron Fists
The explosion shook the valley violently as the ship burst into a million smoldering pieces. Shrapnel shot off in every direction like crude bullets, impacting many of the already crumbling tombs of the Ancient Sith Lords whose corpses rested here. Taking the brunt of the impact was the tomb of the Dark Lord Darth Bane whose entrance now caved in, the sand swept stone now sealing off any light from penetrating its depths.
Finally, Andor saw his ship, "Shadow", a XS stock light freighter in the distance, the low sun shinning off its black, metallic body. Hanging around it, Andor saw another figure, undoubtedly his personal proxy droid, SG-14.
His dirt underneath him crunched with each step as Andor approached his droid. At first, SG-14 stared at him warily, not recognizing his master after the recent facial reconstruction surgery. Andor didn't care. "Is everything ready?"
Upon hearing his voice, SG-14 withdrew, as he stepped to the side, steering clear of Andor has the Sith Lord moved up the landing ramp and into the ship. "As requested, Sir. Coordinates for Coruscant have been uploaded unto the hyper drive. However, I would suggest that you land somewhere other than the spaceport or the temple itself. Stay off the radar."
"You think I haven't thought of that?" Andor growled, his voice dripping with anger and annoyance.
"Errr. Right, sorry, My Lord. Anyways, if you want to infiltrate the temple, you'll need to find a tunic and cloak fitting for the Jedi... With all the death and devastation due to the plague, I'm sure they wouldn't be hard to come by in the lower levels of the planet.... You could probably even find a different lightsaber in the black market with all of the reported looting happening."
Andor sat down at the controls and strapped himself in. "You'll need a disguise too. I assume you have an adequate download?" The engines roared to life as Andor's hands clasped the controls, pulling up. With a slight lurch, the Shadow lifted into the air and began making its way into the atmosphere.
"I'll blend in just fine, thank you very much." SG-14 retorted, obviously insulted by the Sith Lord's question. Ah the characteristics of a droid. The droid gave a "hmph" as it turned around and stormed out of the cockpit, leaving Andor alone to pilot the ship.
The time had come for the Dark Lord to depart and head for the next world. The eight Irrukiine warriors that filed behind the immense figure split as they all came upon the shuttle and withing mere moments the vessel was up and away, thrusters burning brightly as the ship ascended into the planet's atmosphere.
