Oculus

Nar Shadaa.... it was as unknown to Shiro as the rest of the Galaxy when he disembarked the transport he had escaped upon. His cuffed hands hidden beneath his duster, his red gaze shot around amongst the refugees he had taken refuge with as his lungs took in a deep sigh of relief beneath the blackened yarn that wrapped itself around his face. He had finally found solace, a sense of momentary peace from both those who had arrested him and the chaos he had found himself in upon Coruscant. He didnt know whether to be thankful or frightened by it, but he took the moment for what it was as he stumbled forward, grabbing a bag of items laying alone, and disappeared into the alleyways that littered the moon.

Coruscant had left a chaotic mindset within the young humanoid. When he first arrived, it seemed a paradise to spend the rest of his days to be locked away in. But then when the ground shook and the cityscape began to crumble, Shiro felt fear for the first time in a long time. Chaos erupted and ensued as prisoners attacked guards, and guards attacked prisoners, and all Shiro could do was run past both into the dust and darkness. And everywhere he went that followed, it only showed more, his feet slipping from beneath him quite a few times from railings twisting or blood pooling as people acting as if beasts in an attempt to survive. And even when Shiro found the small ship he had came to Nar Shadaa on, it was the same, people murdering people just to gain passage, the only reason Shiro slipped past being that no one seemed to notice him. And now he was here.

Finding a place to settle in and rest, Shiro slid down against a tucked away wall, digging into the small bag he had taken and taking inventory of its content. Inside there wasn't much, just a few tools, some food and water, nothing noteworthy. But with the tools, he was able to release himself from the cuffs that bound his hands, and the food provided a fulfilling meal. And as he took a sip of water to chase the meal, he looked upward toward the looming planet above him and for a brief second felt homesick. For Odik II seemed so far away now, and on a galactic scale, it most likely was. There was so much of the unknown for the young humanoid, the one known only as Shiro Seven of the Seventh Dissident Ward, and in that moment,a tear strolled down his cheek.

Feeling the wet droplet, Shiro's hand touched it, feeling its coldness upon his fingertips as he looked upon it in disbelief. Why did he cry over Odik II? Why did he suddenly miss such misery? It was their fault he was in this mess so far away from home. It was their fault he held no home to go home to. It was they who made him suffer so. And it would be they who would pay. Replacing the scarf around his face, Shiro rose to make his way once again. He held no clue as to where to go, but he knew if he kept going, he would find a place to belong and a place to forget his past. And so, as upon Coruscant, he disappeared into the shadows once again, searching for his place to belong.

Identity

Real Name: Shiro Armegedon

A.K.A: Shiro 7

Homeworld: Odik II

Species: Humanoid

Physical Description

Appearance:

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Age: 19

Height: 5'7

Weight: 150lbs

Hair: White

Eyes: Glowing Red

Skin Tone: Bronze

Sex: Male

Equipment

Clothing or Armor: Black Leather Duster, Black Yarn Scarf, White Cloth Tee, Cargo Pants, Black Leathered Steel Toe Boots, Handmade Bone Necklace (Currently wearing Sith Armor)

Weapon: Vibro-Knucklers, Force Imbued Bone Axe

Common Inventory: Clothes, Weapons, Assortment of Fruit, Herbs, and Vegetables, Water Canteen

Faction Information

Force Sensitive

Alignment: Unknown

Current Faction Affiliation: N/A

Current Faction Rank: N/A

History

Force Side: Unknown

Trained by: N/A

Trained who: N/A

Known Skills: N/A

Personality: Shoto is a bit rebellious, filled with hatred for others due to his family being casted out by the other Dissenters that have remained on Odik II, as well as toward his own family in the same breath. Curious by nature, he tends to search for truths, especially when it comes to why he and his family were mistreated so. But due to this, he doesn't trust very many beings either, causing him to be a loner and have a bit of a brooding attitude toward life.

Distinctive Markings: Due to his life on Odik II, like everyone who has remained carrying on the tradition of tattooing their ancestor's original penal number upon their bodies, Shiro carries the penal number of his great grandfather upon his right cheek. Lost his arm on Cathar, which he forged his Bone Axe from.

Scars: Living the life that he has, Shiro carries many scars upon his form. Most are subtle cuts from a rough childhood, but two stand out above the rest. One is seen upon his left arm where he attempted to block a vibro-blade during a fight. But the other set rests upon his back where he once defended his family name to the Dissent Elders and was disciplined in public view.

Background: Shiro is a fourth generation member of Odik II's long forgotten dissent wards left behind by the Galactic Empire of old. Like his father before him, and his father's father before he, the only life he has ever known is that of servitude and disgrace. The natural residents of Odik II resent those of the dissident wards, but even worse for him is the resentment of even of the original dissidents toward his own family. Because of this, Shiro shares a resentment not only toward outsiders, but toward his own family.

Shiro spent most of his child as a loner, visiting the local spaceport and listening to the adventures shared among the many travelers in secret, whether hiding beneath the local tavern or walking about the many alleys and paths that crisscrossed the small port, hiding the Penal Number of his great grandfather upon his right cheek beneath bandages or cloth as to not alert the local natives. It's most likely that this was the happiest moments of his childhood and the only time that Shiro felt as if he belonged.

When Shiro was around fifteen, he lost his family in a fire to their residence. There was no investigation by the local authorities, nor by the Elders. Enraged, Shiro approached them, demanding the reasoning why the fire that killed his family wasn't being investigated, claiming the Elders likely had something to do with it. This led to a brief imprisonment and public lashing, followed by his being cast out from the Wards forever.

Orphaned and abandoned, Shiro would spend his remaining days on Odik II wondering around the local spaceport. On occasion a spacer would see him sleeping in the dirt and offer a meal, but few rarely did. Most of the time however, Shiro had to fight for survival, stealing whatever wasn't nailed down. And when he was caught, he never spoke in his defense or resisted. Onlookers would speak of him as a caged beast, broken and needing to be locked away forever. Emotionless in silence, Shiro would do his time under the local authorities until he would be thrown back out into the streets again.

And so his life would go on like this until he saw one of the Elders near the spaceport one day, that same enraged feeling coming over him as the Elder smirked at him and stated that he should have been in the fire that claimed his family. Shiro attacked the man, continuously beating the man until he could not longer lift his arms when the authorities arrived and arrested him. Due to vibroknuckles, Shiro was arrested with assault with the intent to kill and was sent to Coruscant for trial. But as they arrived at Coruscant, so did the Mandalorians and the destruction that ensued. Amidst the chaos, the Last Armegedon in existence disappeared just as his assault charge from Odik II turned to murder.

Ship Registration

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Luna listened attentively as the group's conversation transpired, having long pulled herself from the ship and placed her back against a portion of it's hull. Her head still found it's self in throbbing pain from her fall, and the air around them choked at her lungs with the stench of sulfur and ember. Beneath her cloaked face, she gazed into the distance through of gift of force sight, seeing what most of the others could not- this was a place of true darkness, a place even the Sith would surely fear.

"Nhagathul, you say?" Luna speaks as her gaze shifts back to the others, the youthful hybrid lifting her form from her propped position and some what stumbling back toward them. "My father once told stories of this place,but i thought it to only be a Jedi Legend."

The air picks up a minor gust, swirling around her form and revealing a face that Vesper would find some what familiar. Her face, though disguised by her jet black hair and her father's features, still held spoke of her mother's lineage- and with it, spoke of her Uncle, Canderous Bralor. A slight grin creeps upon her bruised face, a trail of blood snaking from her busted mouth, having realized her rudeness. Where were her manners?

"Forgive my manners." Luna replies to Vesper's solemn request, the girl bowing with a slight curtsy as she presented herself despite her injuries and slight loss of balance. "I am known as Luna Armegedon, former Alliance Lieutenant and sister of the recently passed Jedi Knight known as Scorpio Armegedon."

Turning back to gaze upon the horizon, it's city like structure looming in the distance, it's barren earth lined with cracks and crevices that gave off the resonances of it's living darkness, Luna felt it's cold dead touch tugging at her very soul. Surely they all would feel it's pull just as they had toward the ship, their reasons for boarding and following yet to be known. All Luna knew was that they were here now, and the only way back was to discover that reason. Without turning back, she spoke.

"I think it's time we found what it was that brought us all here, for it may be our only way home."

Speaking in a low near silent whisper as she passed Armiena, purposely falling upon her as she passed to lift suspicion if anyone had caught her speaking to the Master Jedi, Luna delivered her message. "I need to speak with you when we are alone."

((Continued from the Space Thread.))

"You know them?" Luna questioned, her eyes bewildered and confused as she thought in horror upon the impact that one of the others had been here before. "Which ones? The Jedi?.... Or the Clone Trooper?"

"They were aboard the ship i was on when it was taken..." She spoke in horror, almost as if she suspected these to be her last words. " I cannot say.... It's too late. I've said too much. They'll get me soon enough.... Save yourself......"

Before she could say another word, Luna felt herself lunge forward as her leather attire caused her form to slide across mangled bodies and into the walls lining the corridors. Her vision faded in and out, her head throbbing from the impact and the screams and cries echoing in unison as the floor beneath her felt as if it gave way. Her blurred gaze shifted toward the girl, but she was no longer there. And as Luna passed into an unconscious state, fear clouded her thoughts and dread crept across her heart.

"One of them is among us?"

What seemed like hours only lasted mere minutes as Luna came to seconds later, her limp body being thrown about as the ship entered the planet's atmosphere and the feeling of safety and survival slipped from her list of emotions. The planet's call, it's presence, seemed to devour any feeling of hope or happiness in one's heart. And as Luna managed to get to her feet after landing, it seemed a lifetime away.

She hurried back toward the others, holding herself up on the occasional railing when her knees grew weak and her body seemed to want to give way. It was rather apparent she likely had a concussion from her previous fall. But it didn't matter. She had to warn the Jedi, Armiena, of the little girl's words. They had a traitor amongst them, one of those who wished them harm. She could not rest until then, nor would she allow herself. Such stubbornness was a habit of any Armegedon.

It was rather awkward that Luna, who was first to board, was also the first to gaze upon this mysterious planet. She held no clue of where they landed, nor if this was even within their own galaxy. Maybe the Jedi would know more, Luna remembering their flight to the ship's command deck when she parted ways wit them. But for now, Luna looked out the cargo bay doors onto the dead planet with dread. They were trapped like rats with no way out.

Still looking out as the corpses rose and pointed their exit, Luna couldn't help but feel the irony of the information she had just found out.

"Welcome back they say. But which one of us are the welcoming back?"

Hours had passed, days even it seemed, as Luna trekked through-out the ship's entirety. The Miralukian hybrid found a weird feeling of comfort emanating from her as she scouted each corner and crevasse, determined to keep her mind sane within thoughts of logical reasoning. But if there was ever a place that wasn't capable of logic, she was no aboard it. The smell of death, the dry peeling of blood that littered the walls and floor- to even have ventured aboard was beyond logic. Yet something still puled her farther in.

Suddenly chills ran up Luna's spine, causing her to flinch and seize furiously as anyone did when a sudden fear made it's presence among them. It was as if Death it's self had poured it's cold musky breath down upon the back of her neck as she hear the pitter-patter of small feet running across the mangled bodies and blood covered metal plates. Luna, though fearful of her own insanity, couldn't help but proceed behind it, as if praying something was truly alive aboard this ship besides those that came across it at Onderon.

"Excuse me"

Luna nearly tripped in her panic, never a sight seen before as hers as she jumped from fright and began trying to clear the bodies in a single bound. Her face pale and her heart pounding away faster than the pistons of a SSD, she gathered herself long enough to turn and view a fragile girl step from the shadows and into the light. Again she spoke.

"E-Excuse me."

Luna wanted to reply, but could not find the words past the lump that held it's own within the middle of her throat, forcing Luna to merely nod to show the girl that she held her attention. The girl seemed as frightened as Luna, her startled dashing of her gaze at every little noise suggesting at it. Her clothes were torn, and her body covered in the same dried blood that coated the walls. She couldn't have been no more than twelve or thirteen years old by the looks of her, but with the logic of where they were completely confused that suggestion.

Finally the girl felt safe enough to speak, but as she did, Luna nearly gasped in complete horror. For where an innocent voice should have came, a hoarse groan of an old woman's erupted. The voice from before was so different, what Luna concluded was hers. It was so faint, so eerie- the first voice. But the child's, so old, so demanding of attention. It couldn't have been the same voice... could it?

"You... Blind Warrior." The child spoke, Luna still freaked out by the voice as the child's finger came upon her standing. "Those that boarded after you.... I.. I know them."

((Continued in the Nhagathul Thread))

The constant passing of the blood red circular lights as the lift scurried to the heavens gave the surroundings of the four a deathly aura of sorts, a sacrilegious standing within a ring of cold fire as the timely gasp of compression came and went with the passing of the lights. Luna stood solid, her back nearly pressed against the other's as they readied for the unexpected, unknowing of what laid in wait for them just above.

It was here that the other's begin to act strangely as well, first with Delta's sudden outburst that nearly took her head off. Luna, startled, looked around at the other's, noticing that Armiena had ducked as well, the projectile no doubtingly crossing her path as well as it was flung toward them by the once unwavering commando. What would make a soldier act in such a way? Even Luna would admit she was a tad bit freaked out right now.

The lift arrived at their destination, the doors shooting open with an horrifying 'hiss'. Luna's gazed peered out into the darkened corridor as the other's grew to the ready, a lump of fear gathering within her throat as she viewed no one but themselves- no one to call her name as they had done. And as the Padawan reacted and ran toward an seemingly unhurt Master, Luna's paranoia strengthened tenfold.

Luna had had it. She soon disembarked the lift, slightly weirded out by the others and glad to leave their side. Her mind wandered, wondering if this hellish place had driven them mad, if this ship had conquered their minds. Was her's next? Armiena was seemingly the only sane one left besides herself, and in her mind, Luna was doing her a favor by going off on her own. It would be one less to worry about. Blastsword in hand, Luna turned around the corner and disappeared alone into the shadows.

"What have i gotten myself into this time?.... What a day."

Straight out of the hands of an assassin and into the frying pan. What a day indeed.

Luna found it a little odd that the woman offered a handshake only to quickly remove it, a slight feeling of uneasiness settling among the group as the ship began to rumble and awaken from it's hollow slumber. She 'gazed' around a bit, her white blind eyes barely visible beneath the blackened veil of shadow that returned upon her face as she placed her cloak back upon her raven haired head. The unliving had begun to move, lifeless forms shifting beneath their feet as if all were being called to into place.

"I do not know about the current happenings outside in the Galaxy..." Luna began to speak, a voice within her mind bringing slight distraction to her thoughts as the unsettling feeling grew stronger. "But there is indeed a presence aboard this ship.... Something unnatural.... Something helli..."

Before she could finish speaking, the others reacted. A bit hasty for Luna, but by instinct. As an ex Alliance soldier, Luna knew all too well that instinct was the reason most survived even the roughest of battles. Quickly, Luna followed suit, her hand now grasping tightly the blastsword she had grown so fondly of. But unlike the others, Luna's advancements were more of a stroll rather than a frenzy, her mind carefully observing her surroundings as she trekked forward. The unholy Trinity's attack at Gala had taught her that much.

As the other's approached the turbolift, Luna quickened her pace. So much so, that as she grew near the others, Armiena's surprising scream caused Luna to lose composure and soon found her own form laying upon the floor, her footing lost due to a puddle of blood laying within her path.

"Damn it!" Luna exclaimed, her own cursing exploding out into the open air before she realized what it was she had spoken. Rising, Luna attempted to dust herself off only to realize it was to no avail. She would wear the color red for quite awhile. "Where is a refresher when you need one."

To Luna, the dead twilek was just another body among the masses. A regretful experience and innocent life lost, but another corpse none the less. Such was a soldier's conscience. So it was understandable when she merely walked by it without a second glance, not because her heart was cold and dead. She would pray for it's afterlife, but it was all she could do. Muttering a silent prayer for the twilek's lost spirit, she stepped through the door and onto the lift with the others, her cold white gaze peering out into nothing but the Force. With her weapon at the ready, she awaited Armiena's next move.

But silently, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but hear the voice from earlier speaking over and over. It was the same one that called her here.

"It's time. It's time to go home."

"Who are you?" Were the words Luna spoke as she found herself engulfed by the bitter darkness that lurched inside. Songs of lost souls, the stench of death and decay, all drew her evermore toward the center of this damnation. "Why do you beckon me?"

Light found no home within this unnatural darkness, the ever present void dead as the materials from which it was made. But Luna found comfort within the dark, her natural affinity to the sight of the Force never lost from her even in the presence of evil. She could see the evil for which it stood, see what laid around the next bend, as if nothing could escape her sight as she disappeared inside.

Lights came on suddenly, revealing to all the contents of it's manufacturing. Red was the color of the blood that coated it's interior, as was the color of the 'vegetation' that lined it's corners and corridors. Death was the new car smell that erupted from it's bowels, and as the heat of Onderon came blowing in, it only worsened. Luna, scarred by this encounter, only hasten her resolve as to find it's purpose for existence.

It was true that she felt fear over this place, as would any normally sane person. But curiosity held it's hold firmly, and Luna was never one to let fear control her. Her mere existence had taught her that.

Voices and footsteps exploded around her, causing her act. Her hand found it's way to the blastsword, the crushgaunt that covered it tapping lightly upon the hilt. 'Had she gone crazy?'.... 'Was this place a trap?'.... 'Or were there living beings aboard?'.... 'Had other's boarded?' Her mind reacted as did she, the ever possibilities ensuing the logical. Silently she moved toward it's location, wary of what laid ahead. She could feel other presences in the Force, but could not decipher yet whether the friendly.

That was when she first noticed her. A being existing just as Luna did. One may not normally be able to tell the difference, especially in hybrids such as themselves. But Luna felt the oddly pull to Armiena, a pull she had only felt among her kind or among her brother and father. Stepping forward from the darkened corridor, Luna lowered her cloak, revealing her whitened hybrid Miralukian eyes as she smiled and bowed politely.

"Master Jedi." Luna spoke, her tone soft and girlish as one expected from someone her age. Raising upward Luna noticed her padawan and a man clad in armor, causing Luna to realize she was slightly improperly dressed. Rose still possessed her Armor, leaving Luna to only her spare clothing. Shy and timid as Luna was, she slightly blushed at the notion. Turning to feel around, she noticed other's on board as well.

"I did not realize this strange ship had called so many. I take it that you have felt it's unearthly pull as well?

Luna had listened long and hard to Mandalore's story, the notion that her brother had fallen before a bit of a stretch. Reports had noted his fall being linked to a Sith named Yue, it's presence coming to fruition after his Knighting under Jedi Master Nom Anorus. But nothing had claimed his failure before entering the Jedi Order. Possible, but unlikely. It was also possible that she would never fully know about Scorpio's past. Turning to Joreel, she made sure to reveal her Miralukian heritage as her blind sight caught his.

"As i told Master Starlisk, it is possible he may have returned with the others as the reports spoke of." Luna spoke, a tear of hope strolling down her youthful cheek. "But i can no longer feel him within the force. As Miralukian siblings, we both held a strong bond to each other. And through it, knew each other had survived my Uncle's carnage that ripped us apart. I felt his death when the twin suns went supernova. If he is alive, he's no longer connected to the Force nor me."

Luna turned away for a moment, wiping away the tear that had so idly hung to her chin. She had hoped her feelings were wrong, so she had visited Tatooine personally in search for him once before. She found nothing, only the the ship he had stolen along with the crew he had massacred. Even if he was still alive, he had shamed himself and Luna did not know if she would hold compassion or hatred for him. It would be best if he stayed dead as far as she was concerned.

"I'm sorry Master Jedi..." Luna said, turning back to gaze upon Mandalore once again, this time pain and anguish apparent upon her face. "But if Scorpio still lives, he is no brother of mine."

Suddenly a presence within the force appeared, it's taint the darkest she had ever felt. No mortal she could think of held such power, and curiosity took over her thoughts. Voices spoke like the seductive voice of a siren, pulling Luna to it's location, like the cries of a thousand dead souls mourning for peace. Turning away from Mandalore as she stood up, she questioned him as she made her exit.

"Do you feel that? That presence of death and despair?"

Before Mandalore could answer, Luna had exited the Cantina and now made her way toward the starport. Pulled toward it like a lamb to slaughter, she simply marched on, making her way through the crowded streets that gossiped about the recent appearance of a strange spacecraft. Unhinged from reality, she walked on, not knowing what awaited her. She entered the spaceport, ignoring the local judicial forces to stay away and approached the ship(Nhagathul). Consumed by curiosity, and her mind solely focused on the dark taint that resided within, Luna entered.

"Who are you?" Could be heard in Luna's tone as it trailed off into the distance. Luna Armegedon was the first to board.

Luna's eyebrow rose tremendously when Mandalore spoke of Scorpio, and her heart nearly skipped a beat when he called him brother. How did he know Scorpio? She looked closer, her gift of Force Sight a strong one as she pondered who this man was and how it was that he knew her brother. Could this man be Oden? The other Armegedon Sibling? No, not Oden. Maybe he knew Scorpio from his days as a Jedi. Luna had heard her brother had became a Jedi Knight himself shortly before he fell from grace.

"Yes, i know of him. He was my brother in another lifetime." Luna began to speak, her gaze shifting from his downward toward the floor, a bit of shame apparent upon her blind face. "But i'm afraid neither of us shall ever see him again. Reports speak of his demise when Tatooine was destroyed by the Arach'tar Invasion. I'm now the only one left."

Her gaze fell back upon his, her white eyes staring blankly at his as if asking how he knew her brother. Questions flooded her mind briefly until of of her twin N-K droids approached and told her of Rose's findings with Van Isel. Luna nodded briefly in accordance, and the N-K Necrosis left as quickly as it has came. Shaking off the brief interruption, Luna proposed her question.

"So tell me Mandalore. How is it that you knew my brother?"

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Rose stood and allowed Van Isel to escort her outside his office. The All Species Replica droid had never been very fond of secrecy and it merely added reason to her Master's belief that Van Isel knew more than he let on. But what did it really matter. Luna had stayed neutral because of her family's heritage in the force and the curse i had brought upon them. She held no grudge against either philosophy.

"Return to the ship and bring back the Master's lineage." Rose ordered one of the N-K droids. "As the last Armegedon, it is likely no use to her now. At least here, it will remain known."

As the twin ran off about his duty, Rose returned to Van Isel's office upon his summons. What she found out though, spoke of an ill fate.

"If i'm not mistaken, the HK units have been out of commission since the Galactic Civil War when the HK-47 Unit disappeared after the Battle of Koseyet" Rose spoke, her knowledge of droids rather extensive. "And you believe the Empire to be behind the attack? Is it possible that the Empire are planning to mass produce the units, or was this solely an isolated incident?"

As the twin returned, Rose ordered the other to report their findings to Luna. Handing over the Armegedon lineage to Van Isel, Rose was shocked when the returning N-K unit reported of Onderin's departure.

"It seems the Admiral has left Onderon and headed back to Gala."

TBC

((Quick explaintion.... Luna's not currently in her beskar'gam armor, only equipped in her crushgaunts.))

Luna sighed a silent sigh of relief when Onderin mentioned turning over Onderon to the Mandalorian's on a probationary period, hoping it would end the quarrels the noblewoman held for her people. Luna was well versed in one's notion to uphold it's people's right and herself feeling compassion for both sides. After all, it was a well known fact that her mother descended from the Bralor line, outcasted because her father was a Miralukian which sadly led to her family's turning to Bogan's worshippers. It was one of the reasons Scorpio forged his armor in the ancient Neo-Crusader form when he fell to the darkside. Ironic how the Force's touch affected many heritages.

Luna's white eyes shot towards Mandalore when he began to speak to her, her gaze only momentarily leaving his armored face as she watched Onderin and his padawan leave. The immediate threat had passed, which should have ensured their safe departure. So Luna felt no obligation to escort them any farther. So she held time to enlighten Mandalore's company, and she too felt drawn to him in ways she could not explain. Within him she felt a calm, a certain aura she had not felt since her childhood as Scorpio watched her play. Removing the cloak from over her head, she let Mandalore see her true visage.

"The name is Luna.... Luna Armegedon." She began, her voice as calm as the wind and as soft as the cushioned chairs upon which she had taken seat opposite the former Jedi Knight. "It's been a long time since i left the Republic, my days spent now chasing Bounties across the galaxy under my armor's visage."

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"Indeed Professor, you stand correct." Rose chuckled, the young All Species Replica Droid finding amusement that a meatbag would show such interest that most protocol droids would merely dream about processing. "It would provide wealth's of knowledge even most Jedi would revel to understand."

Rose stops a moment, pondering on a simple thought as she processes Van Isel's willingness to assist her Master.

"My Master would very much appreciate any leads you might be able to provide." Rose begins, the Replica droid pondering on his possible interest on an ancient bloodline that dated as far back as thirty six thousand years before the Battle of Yavin. "In return, my Master holds a scroll of her families history that dates back to the finding of Ashla and Bogan. If i'm not mistaken, one of her Ancestors was one of the Founding Scholars. That may be sufficient, yes?"

All went quiet, releasing Luna from the pain which engulfed her mind. She pulled her face from the cold floor upon which she had laid, realizing the ordeal was now over. Smoke now erupted from the trash chute, telling tale of what had happened. Luna pondered if the droid had been behind the previous attack or if this was mere coincident, and if it had been the previous attack, who was the true culprit. 'Who was the droid's Master?'

Rising fully to her feet, she too stayed when the others were ushered outside the room. She stayed not of concern for the talks, but to tend to Aira and watch Onderin's back. Having one of the Cantina bring forth water and a hand-cloth, Luna tended to Aira and whatever wounds she may have acquired when shot by the blaster. She couldn't help but over hear the conversation, but payed little heed to what was discussed until the noblewoman appeared and spoke out once again.

"Why not share the bloody planet?" Luna finally spoke up, stroking the young girl's hair as her gaze caught sight of all three. She did not care whether her words were acknowledged or not, but she was growing tired of hearing the old hen squawk. "I understand the Mandalorians claim to Onderon and Dxun, as it's unusual atmosphere provides excellent defenses. And not to mention the known history they share with this planet. But we must not forget the people of Iziz."

She paused a moment, letting her words attempt to calm the three parties and set upon their minds before she continued.

"I say allow the Mandalorians to have Onderon and Dxun, but in return, allow Iziz to stay within the Republic as an ambassadorial outpost."

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"Maybe my Master stands incorrect, her Miralukian abilities only able to see the Force that resides within a being." Rose spoke as she took a seat opposite Van Isel. "However. My Master has no authority within the Jedi Order, and therefore can not authorize something as such."

Luna found herself taken by surprise, the blaster's barrel pointed directly at her face. This placed the young Miraluka hybrid in an awkward position, no longer in control of the outcome as she had previously thought. She had long forgotten the sensors droids were known to possess, and as old as this droid's design had been, it's full capabilities were unknown. While it's true that her brother once owned an HK Unit of his own, she was very young when she last saw it.

Luna tightened his fist, growing impatient and pondering on what some would call a suicide mission in an attempt to disarm the droid. But Luna simply wanted to rip his form apart and beat the thing with it's own limbs. Headaches were a bad addition to situations like this, and ironically, the Miraluka hybrid attained one all of sudden. to be around the Force was one thing. But to have it used on her was an entirely different story.

The droid seemed to be dominant in Mandalore's attack, able to withstand the tendrils of the Force that reached into it's sockets and core, as it deemed her a target. But as Onderin used his power on those around him, even the calming attempt had adverse effect on her. As strong as she was in Force Sight, she was untrained in the Force it's self. Naturally, such things were overpowering. Grabbing her head, she fell silently to the floor in pain, as voices rang loudly and amuck and her heart raced away with her.

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Walking into the Professor's office was much like walking into Luna's makeshift private quarters aboard Armegedon's Flight. Having been born to a Sith mother and Jedi father, Rose's Master held possession to quite a few artifacts herself. Stopping momentarily, Rose took a long glimpse at a nearby Scroll that coincidentally bared the name "Darth Sanguine", a beast from her Master's past that Luna knew quiet well. Just it should be for a man who sold his own niece into slavery.

"My Master, whom you've previously encountered during the attack at the Spaceport, requires you to once more meet her at the local Cantina." Rose began to speak, snapping her head back to once more view the Professor's visage in the near same fashion of a typical droid. "Though she believes you're connected with the Sith, she doesn't believe you or your peers held any accountability for the attack on Admiral Starlisk. And as such comes, she comes to you under neutral terms."

Rose allows her words to float within the confines of thought and speculation before she continues, allowing her means to be interpreted however the Professor wished.

"My Master simply wishes to use whatever contacts you may have to discover the real culprit behind the attacks, and has agreed to pay your asking price in exchange for the information. Whatever the price may be."

((Jesus. I take a day and a half absence due to finding out my grandpa's Stage 4 Lung Cancer has came back, and i find out i got a whole lotta catching up to do. Back tracking a bit. Hope no one minds. ))

Guess Luna had dozed of a bit, the slight darkness of the Cantina producing a tantalizing mood. She had ordered a small Corellian cocktail drink, a hard to produce name with very little alcohol while she took perch outside the negotiations. She knew the assassin would attack again, and she couldn't quiet take the chance if she were to be wrong in Isel. When she left Armegedon's Flight, she left only in her cloak, crushgaunts and blastsword in hand. Rose had her own mission at hand.

Luna had began to stir about the time the noble woman yelled her accusations of the Admiral and all hell broke loose in the Cantina. Her mind snapped to, the rustling of the bar brawl a blur at first as Bar Patrons approached and shots were fired. Her first reactions brought her to fully, her mind reacting with near cat reflexes. She jumped from her seat, her blastsword drawn and her gaze shifting. Who all these people were, she could not process. Something surely had gone wrong in the talks.

But something brought about her composure as she viewed into the large room, allowing her to fully assess the situation. A woman stood over Onderin, political views most likely, her man servant in tow. Mandalore resonated of the Force, his power reaching toward the servant droid and Onderin's Padawan Learner. 'Aira?!' Luna could have overreacted, but didn't. Instead she made her way through the crowd, her crushgaunts on hand and the young Miraluka hybrid pulling the tight it's cufflings. If Mandalore could not save her, Luna surely would. Reaching the position she wanted, directly behind the droid, she could serve two ways. Distraction or Apprehender, it did not matter.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rose took forth in her mission. The twins in tow, Rose followed directions to the Professor's Office on Campus. Luna had given Rose her mission in good faith, and she was not about to let her Master down. It was a long walk, Iziz rather large for a planetary spaceport. And as the All Species Replica took note of this, she processed that on a planet this size with a singular settlement, one would gather that such a large spaceport would be birthed on such a scale. Typical thought for a droid of her caliber. Once she arrived, she approached Isel's(Faust) secretary.

"Excuse me, but would Professor Van Isel be in?" Rose spoke with a girlish glee. Though she was dressed in Beskar'gam Armor, her helm removed showed the visage of a young lady, of average college age. "I was told i could find him here."

((I knew that. I just highlighted the name due to which alias you were using. Onderin, just rushing this along a bit. Hope you and Aira don't mind.))

I'll take that as a no..." Luna said silently to herself as she watched the Professor speed out of sight. Turning to Onderin, Luna smiled. "Excellent. Let's get back to town."

Going aboard Armegedon's Flight, Luna allowed Onderin and Aira aboard before heading toward the cockpit ad ordering her FA-4 Pilot droid to take them back to Iziz. Once airborne, Luna returned to Onderin and Aira. She had a plan she wished to discuss with them, taking note that Rose had adorned her beskar'gam armor and would serve perfectly as Luna's decoy at the meeting. Donning only her cloak and blastsword, Luna turned toward Onderin, offering a proposition he may find a bit uncomfortable.

"Admiral, i have an idea if your interested." Luna spoke, her miraluka eyes fixed only on him.

"As we all may have noticed, this Professor was abnormally interest in this meeting you have with Mandalore. He may have even been Sith..." She said, offering note of her ability to see both Ashla and Bogan, more commonly now as the dark and light sides of the Force. "Which leads me to believe the Sith had no idea of this attack."

She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before she presented her case so to speak.

"We may, however, be able to use this to our advantage. When we arrive at Iziz, Rose and the twins will accompany you to the meeting while i pay a visit to the Professor using the contact card he provided Aira here." Luna spoke, sticking out her hand to see if Aira would offer up the Professor's card. "In exchange for his help, i will allow him to accompany back to the meeting. We know he's a spy, so no real damage can be done. However, without a bargaining chip, we can not use him which could prove to our advantage over the real attackers."

Luna knew it would not sit well with the Admiral, and he may even have his own suspicions about her as well due to her early disappearance at Gala and the life she leads now. But she was sincere in her words and feelings, which she offered up so easily in the force. Onderin had been like a father to her, and not only was the attack against her life, but his as well. She would get to the bottom of this without or without his blessings. Moments later, they arrived at Iziz with a rather soft landing not far from the Cantina in case of a needed, quick, retreat. After giving Rose to nod to deploy, she turned back to Onderin.

"What do you think Admiral?"

The ride back toward her ship was short, a bit awkward, but short. Luna kept quiet for the most part, her mind lost among the many thoughts that transpired from the entire ordeal. While it was true that the Alliance bases at Gala and Mon Calamari were threatened by constant Terrorist attacks from the Sith and those alike, she couldn't help but notice a change in the pattern. Most of the threats and attacks on Onderin's life had been straight forward, Mano-e-Mano if you will. But this spoke of cowardice, something she had never seen before in the threats that plagued Onderin's life.

When the speeder came to a stop, Luna hopped out, making sure to re-sheathe her blastsword. Having her twin N-K Necrosis droids scout the local area for possible threats, Luna ordered Rose to gather what supplies she would need. To Onderin's padawan and the Professor, Rose would appear to be Luna's twin minus the Miraluka signature of the eyes. But the Admiral would notice the difference better... a signature not of life, but machine. Pulling Onderin to the side, Luna stared into his eyes with her own white blinded eyes.

"This doesn't feel right, Admiral." Luna spoke, a sort of fear from the unknowing entering her voice as she confided in her former Commanding Officer. "This doesn't feel like Faust, the Sith, or anyone we've ever faced before. It's too amateur. I'm going to stay close until your business is done here..... I don't like this."

Luna had always taken to Onderin like that of a daughter to her father, just as Scorpio first did when the Armegedon siblings first emerged within the known galaxy, a trait that stemmed from the lack of one sine their childhood. But there was something more, something that didn't quite sit right. If Faust was truly behind this, as he typically was, he would have gung-ho'ed it so to speak and simply toyed with the group instead of producing such a failure to his known intelligence.

But Luna's train of though was lost when a new signature in the force arrived. While it was unknown to her how her twin N-K units managed to overlook his arrival, she found herself more intrigued his 'aura'. A lightsider by the appearance, a strong Jedi on top of that. But more so than that, he carried one much like her brother's. And in truth, she felt the strangest pull to him, almost as if he had known Scorpio personally. Her gaze stayed fixed upon him, at least until his departure.

"Actually Professor, i think that'll be all..." Luna spoke as she approached him(Faust), catching the rear end of his proposal, and handing over more than enough compensation for his services. "I believe they can take it from here. But if your offer extends to myself, i could use a lift."

Turning back to Onderin, Luna made her own proposal, making sure not to sound a bit over protective to say the least. She had other plans.

"Take my ship back to town. Rose and the twins will accompany you to your meeting to throw off my trail." Luna said, handing Rose her armor and regrouping the twin droids to cover Onderin. "I'll meet you there shortly after i do some reconnaissance."

"I had heard of the phenomenon..." Luna spoke in return to Onderin's questions. "So i went to Tatooine myself to see. Indeed the planet held life again, but i couldn't feel Scorpio anymore. If he is alive somewhere out there, he's no longer connected to the Force."

Suddenly alarms began to blare through out the Spaceport and Cantina, voices echoing over the intercoms and panic running a muck. While t was true that Miralukian blood ran through Luna's veins, her emotions over the loss of hr brother and speaking of such thins had clouded her vision beyond noticing the loss of lives above and the impended doom that was about plague the Spaceport and them if they didn't reach safety, and soon.

"Damn it." She blurted out, grabbing her gear and making a quick exit, motioning toward the door and looking toward the skies. "Just my luck."

Sure enough, a ship was plummeting toward their location, gaining speed and almost purposely directed toward Onderin's location. How someone of her heritage could have missed such a thing, she couldn't understand. Guess the Jedi had it right when they said emotion clouds one's judgement. Turning back, she entered the Cantina once more, giving a certain nod toward Onderin that they would need to act fast. Whatever his reasons were for being here, someone certainly did not want him to survive long enough to conclude.

"We have no choice..." Luna spoke, approaching Onderin and Aira after Isel's arrival, long having noticed the Admiral's distrust in the professor. "I do not trust him either, but if we don't go right now, we may not survive this attack. I'll have my ship waiting just outside the city. We need to get to it."

Luckily, Armegedon's Flight had yet to arrive to the Spaceport, and despite the absence of a full tank, might provide just enough until they could locate enough to get off the planet. Or perhaps, to get the Admiral to whatever his reasons for coming here were. Calling ahead, Luna had the salvage crew leave her ship just outside the city, their payment in full as promised once she arrived. Replacing the mask upon her face, as well as the rest of her gear, she piled into the back of the professor's speeder, making sure to unsheathe her blastsword in case of an dire emergency.

"Take us to these coordinates" Luna spoke to Isel, grabbing the professor by the shoulder and giving him his heading. "Once there, i'll reimburse you for your troubles."

"Very nice to meet you, Aira." Luna spoke with a chuckle, flopping back in the chair and taking another sip from the pint of ale she had ordered. "I was once a Lieutenant in the Alliance under the Admiral's command not long ago. In fact, i almost took the very same path you now walk as the Admiral's Padawan Learner. That was until the Sith Trinity..."

Luna paused mid-sentence, the memories of that fateful day quite unclear despite most of her memory having returned. She wasn't quite sure what happened, mere bits and pieces of the attack coming to mind as she thought back. And the next thing she remembered was waking up in the med-bay, her mind as lose as the cannons that attacked Gala that day. Her gaze shifted back to Onderin, a look upon her face as if searching his to see if he remembered that day.

"Anyways. Not long after my memory began to return, i left the Alliance in search of my brother and the rest of my past. Thanks to the Admiral here, i had some good leads." Luna, spoke, only stopping to take another sip before pushing the ale aside. "Then came the Arach'tar Invaders and all of them were destroyed, including my brother. Reports placed him on Tatooine when it was destroyed. That was the last time he was ever seen."

Her face went gloomy for just a moment, even a speckle of tear managed to roll down it. But as quickly as it left, her cheerful face suddenly returned. It was a harsh subject, but Luna was never one to let it get her down. Looking back to the young girl, she chuckled. "And now, here i am."

"No, not Mandalorian..." Luna began to speak, motioning to remove from her face the visor that sat upon her face, revealing the white lidless eyes beneath. "The armor actually belongs to my brother Scorpio, forged after he fell from Ashla."

She knew it would not likely be news to the Jedi Master that Scorpio had fallen, nor of his death upon the sands of Tatooine during it's destruction in the last war. But for her, it was hard to speak of, her dear brother becoming what their parents died trying to keep him from. But such was the way of the Galaxy, and one of the reasons she had never studied the Force despite her natural gifts. Much had changed in her life since she last saw Master Starlisk, but that was not one of them.

"No. Now days, i am but a lonely Merc, living my life contract by contract." She started to speak again, removing from her hands the Crushgaunts which adorned them. "In fact, i was on my way to see a client about such a contract when i stopped in for supplies and fuel."

Taking a sip from her pint of ale, she gazed off into the distance momentarily. She knew most Mercenaries were frowned upon by the Alliance, if not wanted, most notably the outlaw Faust. How she would love to get her hands on that contract. But Luna held honor above glory, something she learnt during her time in the Alliance. She would not kill children, she would cancel any contract she seen fit to cancel, she wouldn't kill unless necessary, and her reasons were with good intent for the most part.

She had just finished a contract on Corellia wiping out bandits for a local farming settlement who had been plagued by the group for months now. Turning back, she noticed the young female sitting next to the Jedi Master, a slow grin encompassing her gorgeous rosey cheeks.

"Is this the new Padawan Learner, Admiral?" She said in her typical soft tone, offering a friendly hand along wth the smile to the young lady(Aira Cadan). " Don't mind the eyes dear. Name's Luna Armegedon."

Deep within the jungles of Onderon, where Onderonian iguanas and mosquitoes grow to their largest size, came a large blast of sound that shook the ground below and swayed the tree lines above. The sound, very remnant to that of a sonic boom from the passing of a fighter, was in fact a unfamiliar YT-1300 formerly known as the Blind Scorpion. Exiting hyperspace just seconds after entering the planet's atmosphere was a dangerous move, but Luna had long ago given up on her safety. Guess she wasn't the only Armegedon sibling with a death wish.

Her blood pumped excitedly as her FA-4 Pilot droid leveled out Armegedon's Flight just moments before impact with the trees below, a small drop of sweat rolling down her face and falling to the durasteel floor below. Her destination was no where in particular, but seeing as she was low on fuel and supplies, she wouldn't get too far. And Iziz was a good few hours walk away. She would have to settle for Iziz for now. Finding a clearing near the mountains, she had FA-4 set Armegedon's Flight down.

"N-K 1, N-K 2, guard the ship." She spoke, adorning her brother's beskar'gam armor and gathering her gear as she set forth down the on ramp and out into the surrounding jungles. "Rose, follow me."

To most, it would look as if Twins set off into the jungles of Onderon, Rose's form constructed to mimic Luna in every way. But in reality, only one true being stepped forth as Rose was merely an All-Species Replica Droid. Placing the beskar'gam helmet of her brother's upon her face the two were now separable in looks. While Rose only wore Luna's typical outfit, Luna wore her brother's red and black Beskar'gam armor and adorn a black cloak.

The trek through Onderon's jungles were a harsh trek. Dangerous animals and beasts roamed freely within them, cloaked by the dark underbrush and silenced by the sounds of life. And if the beasts of Onderon did not get you, the humidity would. Many of adventurers had found Onderon to be more than they had bargained for. But for Luna, this was an easy task. The gift of Force Sight was her's to command. And thanks to a few modifications to her armor, she also found the cool breeze of a built in air conditioner to keep her body cool.

After a few hours, they made it into the spaceport. Sending Rose with the salvage ship, Luna decided to wander around for a bit. It would take a few hours for them to gather Armegedon's Flight and return, so she had time to kill. She dared not remove her helm, most Onderonians racial against non-human sentient beings. But for a hybrid, it was worse. Finding her way to a nearby cantina, she entered, and ordered of a tall glass of Tarisian Ale.

But as she looked around, she found herself looking off toward a familiar presence. Who would have guess that a man she once came close to calling Master would be found here of all places. He surely would have recognised her by now, even despite the Beskar'gam armor. She knew she could not hide her force presence from a Jedi Master. Her days as an Alliance Lieutenant died the day she lost her memory. But now that most of it had returned, it wouldn't be a bad idea to say hello to an old friend(Onderin Starlisk).

Luna approached, setting down her glass and taking a seat from a table nearby and turning it around to face him. Opening her lips, her voice hollowed out by the visor that now adorned her face, she spoke. "Admiral."

Early Years I

• Gala - New Republic Base; Pg. 14 - Arrival I; An Armegedon Found!
  
• Gala - New Republic Base; Pg. 23 - Disappearance I; To Dubrillion!
  
• Gala - New Republic Base; Pg. 30 - Reappearance Disaster; The Sith Trinity Attack!

Early Years II

• Onderon; Pg.1 - Arrival II; Explosive Visits

Luna'S CHARACTER SHEET

Identity

Real Name: Luna Rose Armegedon

A.K.A: Luna Johnathon, Rose Emerald, Luna Da'qeel, Rose Lunar

Homeworld: Tatooine

Species: Humanoid (Human/Miraluka Hybrid)

Physical Description

Age: 20

Height: 5'2

Weight: 115lbs

Hair: Brunette (dyed Jet Black)

Eyes: White; Lidless

Sex: Female

Equipment

Clothing or Armor:Brother's Custom Beskar'gam Armor, Cloak, Black Undershirt, Black Skirt

Weapon: Set of Crushgaunts, Blastsword, Chuba Poison laced Throwing Stars

Common Inventory: Weapons, Armor, Spare change of clothing, Cred-Stick, Banking Account at Coruscant First Galactic Bank, Rose (All-Species Replica Droid)

Faction Information

Force Sensitive

Alignment: Neutral

Current Faction Affiliation: Freelance

Current Faction Rank: N/A

Former Faction Affiliation: Rebel Alliance

Former Faction Rank: Lieutenant

History:

Force Side: N/A

Trained by: N/A

Trained who: N/A

Known Skills: Force Sight (Natural affinity),

Background: The once thought dead half sister of Scorpio Armegedon. In her youth, she was enslaved and sold by her Uncle. When she was old enough, she escaped and joined the Rebel Alliance in hopes of finding her brother. During the attack on Gala by the Sith Trinity, Luna was knocked unconscious and has since lost her memory of her time as a Alliance Lieutenant, and she now roams the Galaxy as a Freelance Bounty Hunter. Though some of her memory has returned, she has decided that her past is just that, her past. With news of her brother's death having finally reached her ears, she moves forward in life.

Ship Registration

Former Name: The Blind Scorpion

Name: Armegedon's Flight

Class: Light Freighter

Model: YT-1300

Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation

Length: 34.75 Meters

Armaments: Laser Cannon Turret(2)

Armor: Shielding

Anti-Personnel Defenses: DNA Encoded Ignition, FA-4 Pilot Droid, Twin N-K Necrosis Droids

Appearance: Emerald Green with Yellow Ion Drive

Modifications: DNA Encoded Ignition

Name:Luna Armegedon

Age: 17

Species: Human/Miraluka

Height: 5'0

Weight: 115lbs

Hair: Brunette

Eyes: White (Lidless)

Sex: Female

Homeworld: Tatooine

Alignment: Neutral

Force User or Non Force User Force user

Clothing:. ChainMail Armor, and Black Sith Robes

Weapons: Samurai 3000 Ninja sword, Twin Bryar pistols

Rank: N/A

Inventory: 2x cloths, Ninja Sword, Twin Bryor Pistols, 20x Concussion Grenades

Possessions:

Appearence:

Short Bio: She's the long thought dead half sister of Scorpio Armegedon. She was taken by her uncle and sold into slavery on Tatooine until she was old enough to escape her owners and leave Tatooine. Now she wonders space searching for the Jedi and any leads on her long lost brother Scorpio.

Master: N/A

Apprentices or Padawans Trained: N/A

Apprentices or Padawans In Training: N/A

Force Powers: N/A