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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An all-together childish squeak of delight left her as she heard the voice calling back. After what she had witnessed so far, Leo was beginning to doubt that she would find any survivors at all. But the voice came to her like a light in the dark, reinvigorating her, and bringing her new hope. Focusing on the words shouted back to her, the Padawan tilted her head, as if it might amplify the sound. When he asked her to come closer, she nodded, though there was no one in the corridor to see it.
"Yeah," came her barked response. "Yeah, I'm coming. I'll be right there." The senator, maybe? Leo thought as she flung herself over the toppled bodies. Her boot came down hard on something far more doughy than the marble floor, and she sucked in a gasp. Better not to reflect on what that might have been. She had a target, now, and she had to stay focused.
If it was indeed the senator with the blaster, he would be a very unusual politician indeed. Probably get along well with Raisa Ronan, the senator from Lothal, who Leo had recently become acquainted with. They both had unique styles, but in times like this, such things kept a person alive.
She hit another door, yanked it open, and dispensed of the single threat that lay beyond. Up a flight of stairs, though she was beginning to slow, losing faith in her navigation skills. The stranger had asked her to move toward the sound of his voice, but he had grown awfully silent in the past thirty seconds.
It was with slight hesitation that she grabbed for the handle on the next door. She could feel the vibrations of the floor beneath her feet, and hear the sounds of struggle, without any help from the Force. It was as good a sign as any, she supposed, that she was in the right place. With a hard tug, she swung the door back, and was met with a sea of bodies. She had only time to utter a string of curses before it bowed, and swallowed her up.
Her first thought was self-preservation. A more seasoned Jedi might have scoped out the situation first, or resorted to Leo's favorite move - blast everyone backward. But her weapon was in her hand before she knew what was happening, the vibrant blue light saturating the bodies, and filling the room with electricity. "Back!" she ordered, slashing at the bodies with reckless abandon. It was fortunate for both of them that she turned around before hacking at the infected, intending to carve a pathway back to the exit. Had she not, she might have sliced the blaster-wielder in two, rather than merely plowing into him.
After pausing to suck in a final deep breath, Leo rolled her shoulders, and began the task of surveying her surroundings. As much fun as it was, her mission was not to rid the garden of the infected. She belonged in the house, rescuing the senator, for she highly doubted he was out hiding among the trampled rose bushes. Gritting her teeth against the creeping weariness, the woman moved into a trot toward the nearest entrance. As she had been dropped opposite the front gate, Leo supposed the open door was a back entrance of some sort. Maybe she would get lucky, and find some forgotten passageway leading directly to the senator.
And maybe, her streak of terrible luck would continue. As she burst through the doorway, Leo was greeted by the sight of a narrow hallway, a line of locked doors, and half a dozen infected. As one, they turned to face her in the cramped space. Their eyes were mere slits beneath their drooping lids, and saliva dribbled from their slack jaws. Definitely not human, though a couple wore the fine clothing of the wealthy and important.
Leo grunted as she thrust her hand forward, the emerald sleeve of her robe slipping back with the motion. With the sharp gesture of a woman swatting a fly, she sent the first two enemies flying against the wall. While it appeared effortless, there was only enough power in the action to stun, not kill. But it gave her a momentary opening to slip in, and start swinging. She was gulping for breath as the sixth infected collapsed at her feet, and only managed to dodge the one she had overlooked with the help of the Force.
"Seven, in one hallway," she wheezed, shoving her balled fist into her gut. The woman shook her head, before muttering, "I am so out of shape."
It was the sharp buzz of blaster fire that drew her attention next. She jerked in surprise, body moving as if she had been struck herself. Buried beneath the primitive infected, it was the last thing she had expected to hear. They've got guns now? came her first thought, before she rid her mind of it. That was too terrifying a notion to even entertain.
After a second's hesitation, Leo risked closing her eyes. Now free of distraction, she was able to better focus on her surroundings, and there was something different in the house. Someone different. If only she had paid better attention to the finer points of these sensitive abilities! She had been more eager to learn how to throw people around the room, which was now her go-to.
With no better idea, Leo opened her eyes, threw back her head, and called out. "Hello?"
Leo glanced up from the ship's open rear hatch. The wind whipped her fiery hair as she squinted back at her companion. In that moment, Gina thought Leo looked a bit like a madwoman.
"Before you go," Gina started again, "make sure you've got some means of reaching me once you have the senator. Given the state of things, I worry communications are unreliable."
Leo slanted the pilot a sly smile, and her green eyes flashed devilishly. "I'll give you sign you won't be able to miss." And with a quick salute, she took a great step into nothingness.
Immediately, Leo began to experience the consequences of free-fall. The rushing wind now ravaged her robes, sending them, and her loose clothing, flapping madly. Before the fabric could cocoon her, she shifted her body so that she was face-down, her arms and legs splayed. The thrill of the air carrying her warred with her more logical side, which called for strict concentration. If she hoped to land the fall, she could not be busy whooping in joy. So the Padawan drew inside herself, took a deep breath, and grabbed for that fine thread of consciousness that embodied the Force. "It's alright if the Force does not come easily," her Master had told her. "Imagine the Force as a tangible thing, then cling to it." And so she had.
Tugging on that hair-thin line of power, Leo twisted her body, and landed in a hard roll. "Not graceful," she admitted to herself, easily popping up again, "but not dead, either." Granted, she soon would be. The realization struck her with as much impact as her crash landing, as five of the infected barreled toward her from a line of trees. They pounded closer, paying no heed to the well-manicured gardens they mashed in the process. No, Leo decided, tugging her lightsaber from her belt, they are too far gone to notice that.They aren't even human anymore. And that notion remained firmly planted as her thumb found the switch, and her weapon hummed to life. It was the only way she could justify driving the plasma blade into the chest of a man dressed like a mere servant. By singling each individual out, and pushing the others back, Leo was able to make quick work of the remaining four threats. Of course, her chest was heaving by the time she was done. Bending at the waist, she planted her elbows on her knees and drew in a deep breath.
A butterfly coasted just out of her reach, fluttering delicate green wings as it observed the wreckage of the garden. "Don't you know all hell's broken loose?" she asked it, before straightening once more. It was going to be another long afternoon in a series of long days, and the woman felt fatigue pulling at her already. When was the last time she had slept more than three hours at a time? "Not yet," she snarled, beating back the exhaustion, and sending the butterfly scrambling. "I just got here."
The Senator's Estate On the edge of Coronet City. A mansion situated on thirty acres of well-tended gardens.
"There it is!"
Leo Malloy sat with her face pressed to the glass, reminiscent of a child peering in a shop window. Of course, rather than a cheerful display of must-have items, the Jedi Padawan saw complete and utter destruction. Fires raged like red panic flares, but there was no one to provide aid on the ground. Instead, Leo watched streams of hunched figures lope among the well-pruned Teljan trees that dotted the senator's estate. The infected, as she knew that was what they were, looked a bit like ants from that height. And in that moment, they seemed just as plentiful.
"Well shit." She drew back from the glass, and settled deeper in her co-pilot chair.
Her companion clucked her tongue. "I have never met anyone with such a foul mouth."
Rolling her eyes skyward, Leo huffed out a breath. "Sorry, Mom. Besides, is this really the time?"
Gina shrugged her shoulders beneath her stiff uniform. Even at the end of the world, she managed to remain impeccably put together. It both fascinated and annoyed the Jedi. "As long as you can do your job, I suppose it shouldn't matter what you say while doing it."
The response to that was a scalpel-thin smile. "I'll get the job done," she assured the woman. "I'm from here, remember? It's like I never left." That was a lie, of course - it had been nearly a decade since Leo had been on Corellia. In truth, the thought of it turned her stomach, but she would never indicate as much. "Find the senator, snatch him up, whisk him away to safety." Leo straightened her emerald robes. "Easy enough."
"It is such a shame that Senator Ronan asked you to complete such a trivial task." Even with the slight nasal whine of Gina's voice, the sarcasm rang loud and clear. "She should have also asked you to cure the plague, and end world hunger."
Leo snorted. "I like you, Gina."
"Yes, well, I am impossibly flattered." Though a slight pink glow lit her cheeks, the other woman forced herself to remain focused on the task at hand. "Now, if you could use that big brain of yours to come up with a plan?"
The redhead swung her gaze back to the window. "Right. Well, the senator's got about thirty acres here. A lot of it is gardens and trees and stuff. The house is about dead-center." She slanted Gina a sly gaze. "Did my homework on the way over. He's got one small landing pad, near the house, but it looked to be crawling with the crazies."
Gina uttered a short sound of acknowledgment. "So no time to land."
"Nah," Leo agreed. "So we'll have to do this high-school style."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know, like in school?" Leo gave a mindless wave of her hand. "When you didn't want your dad to know that there was a boy picking you up, so he'd just slow down and you'd jump in as he went by?"
Finally, Gina risked turning to look at her companion. "No, I don't know. And what kind of Jedi are you?"
Flashing one of her brilliant smiles, Leo stood, and began picking her way toward the back of the small starship. "One of the fun kind. Now find a place that's relatively clear, and dip down. I'll jump out, and you can buzz 'em on your way out."
The flippant way Leo delivered her suicidal plan in that cheerful brogue made Gina wish they had never left Lothal. When Raisa had asked her to accompany the Jedi to rescue the senator, she had found it impossible to say no. The Lothal senator was her very best friend, and in that moment, Gina would have done anything to wipe the lines of exhaustion and worry from the girl's face. Now, she regretted her decision very much.
"This is a bad plan," she commented, though without much gusto.
From behind her, Leo called back. "Oh, it's a terrible plan. Just awful. Now do it."
With a heavy sigh and weighty prayer, Gina followed orders.
APPEARANCE: A tom-boy from the get-go, Leo gives her physical appearance very little attention. Her natural red hair falls wild, growing until she determines its too long, at which point she hacks it off herself. Pale green eyes can appear gray in the correct light, but flash violently during her common outbursts. Freckles race across nearly every inch of her skin. Her body is on the small-side, but she is compact, muscular after a lifetime of training. She has never worn makeup or jewelry of any kind, and she has successfully avoided formal dresses for her entire life. Her Jedi robes are a rich forest green, a testament to her Corellian upbringing. This choice was a symbolic one, as she cares deeply for tradition and custom.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Speed
Force Cloak
Meditation
Mind Trick
Force Stun
Force Jump
Telekinesis
WEAPONS: Lightsaber, blue blade, custom silver hilt with gold accents.
BIOGRAPHY: Leoria "Leo" Malloy never knew her mother. Though this reads like the first lines in some epic tragedy, she never really felt that anything was missing from her life. If there was some great hole left behind by her mother's passing, she did not notice. Perhaps this was due to the love that her father had for her, and the fierce admiration that she felt in return. Though he often struggled with expressing himself, Leo understood how much her father cared for her. They had been each other's best friend for as long as she could remember. Hours spent in the shop brought them together, and not even her father's gruff attitude could drive any sort of wedge between them. Unfortunately, the bliss could not last forever. Her father's poor lifestyle, with his drinking and smoking habits, eventually caught up to him. He fell ill, and he never recovered. Leo was devastated. When Leo was ten, a Jedi Knight had approached her father with interest in training her. He had picked up on her force-sensitivity, and had offered to provide her with formal training. Her father had refused, and as Leo had been unwilling to leave, she did too. It was not until after her father's death eight years later that she dug the man's contact information from the back of an old drawer, and reached out. Though much time had passed, the Knight was intrigued by this fiery little girl, and so began to train her. Leo had needed a change, to help her overcome her father's death, and she found it in learning to use the force.