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!
The Saga Continues is the product of the mind of ADMIN ADI; all contents are copyright their original owners. All characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. All images are copyright their original owners. This skin Operation Mindcrime was made by pharaoh leap of Pixel Perfect and put together by ADMIN KRYSTAL
The only sounds that reached his ears were the occasional cracks or rumbles as the debris settled further around him and the soft sounds of dust and tiny pieces of rubble falling into the pocket of space he was currently meditating in. While in this meditative state he turned his sight onto himself, examining his body and the damage done to it. Slowly he would move his broken ribs and set them in place with his telekinesis which was a painful process but that pain provided him fuel to keep going. Basically living on spite and pain right now he lost track of the passage of time, minutes and hours blurring together pushing him further towards a disconnect from reality.
During the hours of his containment in the rubble repairs on his ship had begun and efforts to locate him were being made by the crew of his ship. He hadn't taken a transponder or any sort of beacon with him so their search was done mostly in a grid pattern based on the last known location of him. Clearing away rubble methodically as their search continues but that search would only continue until the ship was fully repaired and space worthy again. Luckily that would take a while with the amount of damage done to the ship during the collapse of the hanger. His crew having procured some still usable powered armor for freight hauling were moving large chunks of duracrete to places they had already cleared. The sounds of this work eventually made their way to his ears, registering this he turned his senses outward again.
Once located he started to direct them towards him using a simple mind trick. Sitting patiently, eerily patiently, he waited until things were moved from atop him and when the last few smaller items were moved he reached out with the force. Finding the breaking points in the duracrete he started to break the largest pieces up, unfortunately this ended up with things becoming too unstable and his little safe haven started to close in on him. Standing up and letting the pain from his injuries fuel him be gave a massive push with the force to create an opening above him. His vision faded slowly, a ring of darkness creeping in as he saw his crew descending to extract him and return him to his ship.
It was almost a day later once he awoke again in the medical room of his ship, hooked up to various machines to provide him needed nutrients and some mild pain killers. His ribs had been properly set now and he slowly sat up only to find one of the crew walking through the door. They reported on the success of the attack and that there had been some casualties, not that he cared all that much about that, lastly they reported to him about his current physical status. Standing he donned his robes fully again his various scars hidden under the black fabric. He made his way to the bridge and looked at the data displayed regarding the ships current physical state. He would have to visit a shipyard to get the full repairs done for now triage was being done to get it back into the void of space and away from this planet before something else happened.
The initial deflection of the bolt told him enough as he had just watched Adi create a small and highly concentrated barrier against his hand. His studies of his opponent were brought to an abrupt stop as he registered where the bolt was headed. A brief moment of panic shot through him fueling his body's production of adrenaline enhancing his ability to more and respond along with take in the events soon to unfold using his intellect to predict a basic path of ignition moments before the first shockwave hit him. He staggered back and caught sight of his ship's shields being brought up hastily as the landing gear pulled up and engines kicked in. His crew at least were doing their best to get that ship out of the hanger before it too was buried in the collapsing building not that he expected it to make a clean exit. The shields were not intended to deal with falling duracrete which meant they wouldn't be overly effective in keeping the hull fully intact.
Instead of a barrier he couldn't create he used his telekinetic skills to part the flames around him, the heat making his skin burn in an all to familiar way. The pain provided him power which gave him the means to do just a bit more though the second shockwave was far larger than the first, thrown back like a ragdoll he collided with a nearby support pillar. He felt the ribs crack and then shatter on his left side and the spread of the bruise under his skin. He couldn't dwell on the pain more than to acknowledge it and then harness it. He pushed his telekinetic range to its maximum and was doing his best to guide the pieces he could move to fall around him instead of on top of him. Using his force sight he could gather enough information on the soon to fall pieces and it seemed on particularly large one was about to detach and plummet towards him.
Falling to his knees he focused all of his might on that piece as it tore away from the last parts keeping it aloft. Pushing on the duracrete with all he had, combining his telekinesis with shatter point to find the weakest points of the falling block of artificial stone. Focusing his telekinesis into those weak points like a small wedge until the faults started to give way, fracturing the block into smaller pieces altering the paths at which they would fall. Backing up against the pillar he had hit before he turned the largest piece to land at an angle above him and hoped the stump of the pillar would leave him with enough room to not be crushed. The piece landed and under its weight part of the pillar did crumble pelting him with smaller pieces of duracrete but eventually came to rest just above him leaving no more room than he could use to sit up against the remains of the pillar.
Eyes closed and breathing slowed now as he forced his body into a meditative state to conserve air and energy while he waited for the sounds of the hanger falling to slow and finally stop. The irony of this place potentially being his tomb hadn't been missed but for now he would think on a way to get himself out of this predicament.
While his ship had escaped the worst of the collapse it had sustained considerable damage and would not be able to fly without some serious repairs being done. Currently a decently large piece of the building was pinning the ship's nose to the ground and smoke could be seen rising off of it in dark black billowing streams. His crew was too busy right now with enacting damage control measures and putting out fires to take any time to potentially seek him out. Not to mention he had lost track of all of his sabers after the initial explosion which had him writing them off as destroyed and irretrievable.
Sightless eyes fell on Adi as he was the only one taking a stand against him, the man was clearly in a foul mood too. He could feel and almost see it oozing off of him as the others made their way further into the facility. His approach stopped well out of normal close combat range and had picked up on the instructions given to the others through the com. Instead of telling the other darksiders on the planet he kept the info to himself. If they were allowed to fully crush the opposition here then there would be no conflict with which to strengthen himself int he future other than with the other darksiders. He wasn't sure what else the man had done with his comm but it wasn't an immediate concern right now.
He understood from Adi's presence why he had remained here alone, he certainly had a vast amount of power at his command. His lightsaber hilts remained off but floating around him circling him in an almost lazy motion. His right hand was moved away from his body as he gathered the negatively tainted force energies around it. An array of sparks starting to jump around his hand and an audible crackle growing in volume as the amount of sparks increased and seemed to gather in his palm. Unlike the more common practice of letting the lightning form and disperse in a cone he would gather it into one point of condensed energy and fire it off at his opponents increasing the range and damage it could cause. The downside to this was that it could be deflected or avoided easier than the wide reaching cone.
His hand rose to point at Adi, trails of smoke coming off his glove and sleeve due to the intensity of the lightning gathered in his hand. The bolt arced out towards Adi moving faster than the normal cone would as well. He didn't expect it to hit but at the very least he could attempt to disrupt Adi's concentration that hadn't even been broken by the overly large zabrak that had spoken to him while he looted the dead. At least he was practical in his approach to dealing with the battlefield and the potential need for weapons. Once the bolt of lightning had been fired off at Adi his sabers ignited showing off the orange, red, and purple blades that each crackled due to the instability. The speed at which the saber circled him sped up now thankfully he didn't have to rely on physical sight to keep track of Adi since the sabers would pose a notable disadvantage if his eyes worked normally.
A sleek black ship dropped from hyperspace above the planet after the orbital battle was mostly concluded and engaged heat sinks along with the ability to run silent to slip past any of the opposition's stragglers and make it's descent towards the RDMC facility being targeted by the other sith lords. As the ship plummeted through the planet's atmosphere his ability to sense the others like him on the planet notified him that at least two of them had fallen. It was disappointment that passed through his mind instead of anger, he had no real vested interest in their survival and if someone down there was strong enough to end them then they didn't deserve their titles.
It looked like the hanger had already sustained some significant damage as his ship approached it but it still looked well enough off to be use as a potential escape route. Sightless eyes turned to one of his gunners, "Bring up the missals and target all but one of the hanger's docking bays, I want to land close to the entrance into the main facility." The gunner did as ordered and both of the concussion missal pod bays opened targeting the various hangers and once in range the missals fired impacting the open and closed hangers setting off concussive waves weakening already damaged structural supports causing most of the bays to collapse upon thei ships docked in them. Secondary explosions could be seen from some of the bays as the debris damaged containers and ships int he bays.
The missal bays closed back up as his ship decelerated and extended landing gear to set down in the open bay nearest the entrance to the main facility though there was still some hangers between him and the desired path. Once he landed he had the ship's heat sinks purge letting out super heated vapor into the bay effectively clearing it of any potential hostiles in the area. A loud hiss emanated from the ship as the ramp descended. A lone figure in a black robe walked down the ramp as the crew started to secure the ship and start any needed repairs and refueling.
He could sense a few presences near him that were closer to the lightside's alignment than his own between him and his target. He walked with what would look like a sense of purpose but really he just didn't like being in the open like this. His senses allowed him to monitor his surroundings better than most due to the force amplification of them and paired with the Miraluka sight there wasn't much that could hide from him. He wasn't one for stealth so he just approached those ahead of him in full view of them seeming to be arrogant or overconfident in his ability to fight them. As he neared his soon to be opponents his lightsaber hilts appeared from within the folds of his robes and circled him floating in the air due to his force telekinesis though the blades weren't ignited yet.
Sensors picked up movement below him nearly all of it moving in one direction which told him all he needed to know about the final resting place of the ship that had crashed. Correcting his course so that he could land near enough to Andor that it wouldn't be a major fight to meet up with him. The pod's collision alarms started to blare at him as the ground raced towards him, retro thrusters fired so that he didn't land at lethal velocity for himself thought the slowly wakening crowd of infected he landed on wasn't so lucky. The impact of his landing crushing and scattering them giving him some space for when he exited the pod.
The main hatch for the drop pod was ejected from the side of the pod and three lightsaber handles came flying out ahead of the man clad in black. Each of the flaring to life at the same time with blades of orange, red, and purple accompanied by the crackle of their unstable nature. The blades dancing through the air as they cut down the infected that started to rush at him as the landings stunning effect started to wear off. He had the last location of Andor marked as his current way point as he started to wade through the throng of infected between the two of them. The smell of burning and infected flesh rising around him as he made his slow push forward.
Luckily the suffering of the infected left him a nearly unending source of pain and fear to feed on to help keep his powers bolstered. Arcs of lightning would be able to be seen from time to time as the groups of infected would increase in number to slow them down so he could cut them down with less risk of being overrun. The three hundred meters to Andor's last known location moved at a pace similar to trying to march through knee high mud. At least the infected were limited on their tactics, bull rushes and ambushes by the ones that hadn't fully risen yet made things mostly predictable.
Cruising down through the atmosphere the black ship wasn't headed for any of the secured landing zones but crusing towards one of the more recent plumes of black smoke that had climbed into the sky. Pod bad doors opened as a drop pod containing a sith lord was launched from the ship down towards the massive planet covering city. The man inside using his force sight and the pod's controls to guide himself through the turbulent air towards his destination and to avoid objects that could damage or throw the pod off course. Static was cutting through his coms slightly which was to be expected with the state of things around here. While he wanted to land close to the crashed ship he knew better than to land in the same place as it. Drop pods aren't known for making soft landings and well he couldn't guarantee the stability of the structure where he would land.
Meanwhile his ship the Harbinger began the work of finding a landing zone big enough for the yacht class to land to pick up their commander and the person he had gone down to retrieve.
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.
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 sleek and angular matte black ship pulled out of the gravitational field of the now discarded world of Korriban. Taking a path to the nearest hyperspace route, the ship's hyperdrive kicking in ans spiking the energy emissions. It was always a strange and rather interesting thing to watch the void warp as the ship's speed suddenly sped up. The distorted space messed with his senses but not so much that he had to step away from piloting the ship, especially since it was mostly on autopilot during these jumps.
Corec half sighed as the man left taking a moment to keep from making some smart-ass remark or another. He too took his leave of the dead and cursed temple making his way back to his ship. He radioed ahead to have them prepped for lift off and departure to another planetary system. He would make up his mind as to where on his way to the ship. Once he arrived at the landing site he boarded his ship and made his way directly to the bridge. Feeling like piloting it himself he took over the pilot's seat and set them to break atmosphere and head for one of the near by hyperspace routes.
He watched the one that had been talking to Abaddon walk away in silence, he had a feeling that man if he could still be called that would one day be a problem for him and others like him. He dusted off his cloak quickly and in doing so allowed a couple moments where Abaddon could see the three sabers hanging at his right hip. While he wasn't too keen on it he had Abaddon's full attention now though was glad enough right now that he had been seen as a lesser threat than the others who had come to answer Abaddon's call.
"What makes me worthy? First by what means are we measuring worth? Physical power? Ability to manipulate The Force? Wealth? Knowledge? He commented back, his tone flat and holding no hints as to whether or not he was mocking or seriously asking these questions of Abaddon. "If I had to hazard a guess you are asking what about me makes it worth your time to deal with me. While I have some power of my own I'm not widely know like most of those who've been here today. That was by design. I've seen what our kind do when gathered together and what happens when one or another gains too much power or prestige. Now though times have changed and the acting keeping to myself isn't as beneficial as attempting to work with others. You present an interesting offer and from what I've heard and seen we may be able to work together for the time being."
He hadn't moved from where he was since Abaddon hadn't shown signs of being hostile yet nor had he shown any signs that would suggest he could approach closer. "So I ask will you use what I have to offer or will you decline my assistance with your plans for the universe?"
It was always a rush to feed on the force, to drain and store it for his own use later and Alkor seemed to be able to produce it in vast amounts. Using the absorbed force power to fuel his own powers as Abaddon brought down the ceiling above them pushing aside only what might land on him. A somewhat amuse smirk twisted his lips, he did wonder what the force would feel like if he drained it from Abaddon though wasn't crazy enough yet to attempt something that would amount to no more than a suicide attempt.
Casting aside Korriban was wise enough in its own right, shed the misguided beliefs of the old Sith Order and build on newer interpretations of what it means to be sith. Blank orbs turned as did his face toward Alkor for a brief moment at his comment. Let it crumble, an interesting notion and something he wasn't actually opposed to. Taking the force power he had been absorbing up until now and feeding it into the shatterpoint amplifying what Alkor was already doing.
"Let the temples of old crumble to dust in our wake and be swept away as the winds of change whip through this empty valley." It was as close to a declaration of his intent to work with Abaddon as they were going to get from him at this moment. He was itching to be on the move again as his deep seeded need to roam started to claw at him. He had been in one place too long for his liking, for now it was ignored as there may be further need to speak with Abaddon on what he would like for someone like him to do in the name of this new empire he seeks to breathe life into.
Corec had remained silent for a long while getting a feel for the one who had called them here and was reading his interactions with others that had appeared so far. The orbs were an interesting little thing but he tried not to dwell on them as the two of them kept speaking. Though now he ventured closer enticed by the emotions coming off the new arrival. His hunger was stirring again, something deep down in the very deepest part of him reached out and started to pull in those emotions feeding and bolstering himself.
"All things are cast aside at one point or another. I am curious how you intend to change the beliefs and teachings that have been ingrained into the races of the universe for millennia upon millennia? Judgement for being different will always be present as will the fear and resentment of those seen to be different or more powerful." His voice was low in tone while the volume was enough to carry through the hall they stood within. He passed between the two of them a gesture aggressive and controlling in nature but meant more to test both of their impulse control. Moving over to the pillar that Alkor was trying to shatter placing his own hand on it.
Pulling the force from the pillar and into himself slowing the spread of the shatterpoint's effects. He was being wary though as both Abaddon and Alkor both seemed to be ones that would take his actions as a challenge and act upon it. White orbs looked up at Abaddon as he waited for the sith's reply to the question he posed to him.
His head turned in Ishmael's direction fully giving the illusion he could see him with just his eyes. In reality he saw the him through the force and it was an interesting thing to view the world this way. Everyone seemed to have their own hue or combination of colors though it was always easy to pick out the fallen and the enlightened as they held a particular color to each of them. The color of his kind clung to the others in the room and moved differently about each of them. He took a moment to contemplate what Ishmael said to him, an amusing paradox in its own right.
"Is it ever wise to reveal yourself to others so infatuated with their own power and so desperate to keep it? The real question to the matter of showing myself is what is my goal, what can I gain from this or what is it I seek to gain. The real fun comes from seeing what answers others give to that question, they reveal things about themselves in the way they answer it."
He was curious what ambitions, what fears, what insights his answer would reveal should he give one. His hand touched the the rough surface of the table and a pulse of the fear, contempt, and a very strong sense of self preservation rippled up his arm spiking his adrenaline again. The slight increase in his breathing and heart rate could be detected should one be looking for them. It was odd that there was even a table in this room then again the ancient sith order wasn't always so small and restricted. What he knew of the sith from before told him as much but being here in the flesh showed him so much more than what any vid or report could detail. There was a care to the construction of this place a desire to instill awe and fear in those who walked these grounds.
His chest slowed as he adapted to the influx of residual emotions a hunger lurking inside him sated for once in a long time. Giving him a much needed and appreciated clarity of mind and a focus he hadn't had in a long while. The images seen through the force sharpening allowing him to clearly see the faces of those he was sizing up. He looked once again upon Ishmael taking in what he could of the man and committing it to memory along with the weight, color, brightness, and the sensation his force presence gave off.
It was interesting to watch the two clearly alpha males size each other up and to find out what it was that Abbadon actually wanted to do. The speech was long winded for just making the statement that he wanted to reinstate the rule of survival of the fittest throughout the galaxy. While his keeping his distance was out of wariness towards the others gathered here it wasn't out of any sort of respect. To him it was just a room filled with people who would murder him to advance their own agendas if he stood in their way somehow. His attention shifted to Ishmael when he approached him, and started to try and analyze him. It wasn't like he wasn't doing the same thing with the others and should be expected from all involved.
"Many things survived though I suspect that isn't the true intent of your comment. I'll give you a little of what you seek regarding me. My name is Corec Roke and yes I'm not one of the well known of our brethren. I sought to keep it that way though times have dictated that I step from the fringes and show myself."
His own senses were inspecting Ishmael as he spoke seeing what all he could gather about him. He never liked to base his views of another on rumors and speculation. Rumors on their own tended to get warped the more they were spread as information was distorted through the telling, this was even more of a factor with the sith. Power is everything to them and if nothing else a reputation could give you a slight edge should you face another in an attempt to gain renown for defeating or having faced them. He can tell when he is outmatched physically like with the other two in the room, in a straight up physical duel he would lose to them every time. This one was trickier to figure out much appeared to be shadowed about him leaving Ishmael marked as a higher threat than the others for now.