Space

[Kautra Nadio]

As the Rouge Jedi made its way through space, Kautra put on one of his heavier cloaks. and took a seat.

 

*Kautra, I want you to meditate on the weapon of the Jedi, this is a powerful test of whether or not you will become a Jedi; if the force speaks to you and tells you the way to construct this weapon, we will continue to a place to help you on that quest* His master said. This confused Kautra. Was the weapon of the Jedi the lightsaber? And if so, how was he to meditate on this.

 

Kautra just took a shot at it, and nodded.

 

*Okay Master I will do my best.* He said quietly.

 

He sat down on the floor, for that was the place he felt most comfortable while meditating.

 

He alowed the noise of the ship to leave his mind, and the smells in th ship no longer regester in his nose. His mind was completely blank.

 

The stress of the universe left his body in one smooth motion, and he became relaxed. He only allowed the concept of thje force to enter his mind, for he thought that if he started from the bottom, it would come to him.

 

There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death; there is the Force.

 

He repeated these words in his mind over and over again.

[Orik Bendan]

The interior of the Shrieking Talon was so cold and metallic to the sith lord now as his alien features surveyed the closest thing to home that he had even known. The luxury of a true home had eternally eluded him long ago and he would lack such a chance for the remainder of his life... however long that may be. The pugnacious nature of the Kel Dor would put to rest the minimal chance that he would live a long and peaceful life, and that peace that evaded his every move was exactly the reason that he had no home. The sith academy could never fill that void, nor could he say that he had any family and very few truly cared if he lived or died.

 

What does it matter... You have no true home.

 

His lids closed over his eyes and shut out the worries of the world around him beneath the goggles that always remained present on his face. The world of consciousness fled as his mind was lulled to sleep by the faint noises of the starship as it glided effortlessly through space. His figure rested lazily in the unrelenting metal chair, yet comfort was not something that he'd become accustomed to so it was all the same to the Kel Dor.

 

With that, he found himself in something... some sort of a parallel reality of pure darkness. Endless fields of black surrounded him on all sides, yet the space was not empty. No, it was so full and so dense with hate and malice, that it had successfully thwarted any attempt by light to climb to the surface or become visible in every the most microscopic manner. It was the essence of a black hole, yet the physical self of the sith lord was still resting in the chair with an emotionless expression that couldn't be seen by the prying eyes of the stars that failed to see beyond his oxygen mask. In a way his mask gave Orik the appearance that he never held any thoughts or feelings within the confines of his mind at all, as though his face were an entirely cold and impersonal one... almost like a droid of sorts he thought. A heartless collection of metal with a look that never wavered from what the designers intent had been for it and the way that it had been created long ago.

 

Now the man saw the astral projection of himself within the starless black hole, his eyes but mere spectators to the event. With a sudden boom, the entire reality seemed to shake with an number of vibrations too numerous to count as Orik assessed the tangibility of the event and attempted to judge whether or not it was truly happening. Of course he could see what was happening, yet it hadn't occurred to him that he had slipped into a dream. The boom suddenly took form as a voice in his ears as some higher power altered the vibrations in the air to make words that shook the entire world of the man.

 

"You have been found guilty of failure Orik Bendan."

 

The words needed no explanation as to what he had failed at. If his mind were not pre-occupied with the unreal visit to this alternate dimension, it would once again visit the scene of the Academy where Orik was sliced cleanly in half by the saber held in the hand of Kyp Durron. A flicker of hate began to stir within the mind of the Kel Dor. Not for the former Dark Lord of the Sith, but for himself and for the failure that he had been forced to live with ever since. His head tilted downward as a sullen disposition wiped through him and drowned out that flicker of hate with morose feelings.

 

Before him the world had given him no time to bask in his somber reflection as it appeared that the darkness began to receded to make way for red and orange fires that seemed to burst out of no where. It were as if the gates of hell were opening before him and as though an unknown forcer were pulling him through without his consent. The flames danced around his flesh, yet the epidermis did not blacken or char as would be expected. Nor did he feel any pain or heat from the cauldron of plasma that swallowed him. His eyes strayed until he saw the pyrotechnic chamber he found himself in arrange a bit of the fire so that it formed the shape of a human. Elliptical orbs of brilliant, pure light appeared on the face of the fiery abomination and stared straight into the eyes of Orik. No words were exchanged, just the sound of embers eternally burning without any need of fuel or any signs of stopping. It spoke very much in the same extreme manner that the darkness had spoken to him before.

 

"Do not fail again. Failure happens, it is inevitable. Learn from it."

 

With that, the fiery hell that he was in was replaced by the familiar interior of his ship and the sith lord was left in the cold grasp of space once again as reality flooded back to his vision. As he stared out into the galaxy he saw the planet grow closer and closer and he felt the void in the force... an empty hole. Orik knew that he would soon become a part of that void, and his thoughts slipped as he gave his mind a rest to recover from the mental exhaustion that followed the dream.

[Oblivion]

The black painted and unique plated A-Wing zoomed forth through the channels of deep space, in bit of a rush as he seemed to override some of the more slower, standard procedures of hyperspace travel. Manually, he'd type in co-ordinates, making the longest jumps possible before having to slow down and make another.

 

Only a few feet behind him was the likes of a Jedi, still laying against the back of the cockpit while his body was suspended securely by wire to the back of it. As they made the third and final jump towards Raxus Prime, the luminous planet visably showing in the viewscreen now, the young lad turned his head to see Dash's still unconcious form, smiling still as he stated in a very demeaning manner..

 

"Don't you worry, friend. We're almost there.. Just hang tight, now."

 

That smile plastered on his face turned to a wicked sneer as he couldn't help but laugh at the situation. It had all been more then perfect, knowing that his Master would be pleased in the result of a live capture instead of the gutted body of one such victim claimed for this particular quest..

 

With one final rocking motion back, the sleek A-Wing leaned back and fired off once more towards their final destination, craning down low as they started landing procedures just outside the planet's atmosphere..

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship shot through space.

[Celestia]

Cel relaxed for a while ... at least while she was in her ship far from Tycho. She'd have to go into cautious mode again once he met up with her again on Corellia. She came out of hyperspace, checking the holonet broadcasts, catching up on the latest news. She found that the Link had been in the headlines again... maybe Ronin would have some work for her soon... until then she'd stay on the alert to hear from him, but would "hang" with this vigilante for the time being.

 

She set the next course and disappeared back into the corridors of hyperspace...

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad was piloting Gatoh's ship he'd stolen in the past, while contacting a ship dealer in Naboo. He was silent for the first five hours of the trip. He was hungry, tired, and felt like the worst scum mixed together with spineless courage. In other words, he felt like s***.

 

When the ship drew near Naboo, he hoped that somehow, something there will help ease his depression. The ship then soared into the barrier, which was the atmosphere of Naboo.....

[Zero]

The Rogue Jedi exited hyperspace outside Ilum.

 

((Continue in the Ilum thread))

[Bad karma]

It happened too often, a persons mental age surpassing their physical age reaching a point it shouldn't be at. You could always read it in there eyes, the way you could just tell if someone had been through more things then you could ever fathom...or if they had that slight hint of psychotic lurking about within them. The only problem with that is when one can't see the eyes of such a person, it is that kind of person that should be feared for they could know so much or so little, they could be so perfectly normal....or be on the verge of ripping out another's throat any second.

 

Trowa sat quietly in the hold of his ship, his apprentice having followed him quietly and sitting across from him. He would have to return to find his other two apprentices soon and check on their progress, but for now he would teach Anoon one on one....as for some reason he felt closer to this one then the other two. This one had true potential, the others...they only had a slight chance to excel in the dark arts, and even less of a chance of living through the training.

 

His hair was matted with sweat and blood he still hadn't gotten out all the way, but what was the point. He had no one to dress up for, no one to act properly around. The one person he wanted had disappeared and it would be by the powers of a God that Trowa wouldn't rip the galaxy to shreds to find her, to have her within his arms. She was His, no one else's.

 

"Reach into the force, touch it...grip it...command it and siphon off some of my emotions. I will open them too you, they will empower you like nothing else...Your training starts now."

 

A simple request, but if the pure emotion that was flowing through the Master did not completely overwhelm his apprentice he would be impressed. It would be expected for him to suffer from it a bit, he was no where near high enough in power and command of the force to hold the sort of emotions Trowa was feeling at bay, after all...even he had trouble doing such a thing.

[Anoon Bondara]

Anoon sat slightly behind his Master, silently watching him trying to imagine what could be going through his mind.

 

As if on que Barton spoke, "Reach into the force, touch it...grip it...command it and siphon off some of my emotions. I will open them too you, they will empower you like nothing else..."

 

Bondara's curiosity disapeared now, not sure if he truely wanted to feel his Master's pain. Slowly he reached out with the Force touching the edge of Trowa's counciousness with his mind. Suddenly, as if the gates of a damn had just been opened, Anoon was flodded with emotions that pailed in comparison to anything he had ever felt. The emotions flooded his mind, Bondara having to struggle to deep himself sane, to stop himself from drowning in the sea that was Trowa's mind.

 

Gradualy the emotions started to diminish, Anoon able to harness the rawness of the feelings into a smooth flow between Apprentice and Master, even some of Anoon's feelings traversing the gap between minds into Trowa's.

 

The new Force connection seemed to empower Bondara making him feel stronger both physicaly and mentaly.

 

"Your training starts now..."

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship zips through space...

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp gave his ship a few twirls before blasting off into hyperspace only to arrive at his destination in the clucked ship.

[Bad karma]

It was an unmistakable feeling, he had felt it only a few times before, but it was there now. He had opened his own mind to Anoon and his apprentice had done the same, strengthening the bond between Master and apprentice all the more and helping to form something unbreakable by mundane means. If he had anything to do about it, he would never feel such a thing being formed again. He wouldn't take another apprentice, as this one would attain the rank of Lord and that would make two. A Male and a Female trained under him, they would go on to plan and plot and scheme like any other would.

 

He had held control to an impressive degree, such a flood of emotions would have consumed many with ease. His thoughts had only been confirmed, this would be his final apprentice. Slowly he stood, the robes that were wrapped around his body slipping downwards and pooling around his feet slightly as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag. He had received it from the Queen of Naboo when he last visited her...

 

With a flick of his wrist the shiny contents spilled onto the ground, the perfectly cut tiny diamonds falling and bouncing all about the room casting light this way and that. It would be a simple task, or so it would seem. Trowa backed away slowly motioning for Anoon to stand up. He unclipped the second saber from his belt, the one he knew to have a synthetic crystal and tossed it to him.

 

"You are to combat me with a saber. Command the force and use it to empower yourself. Take hold of your emotions, feed off of mine...and fight me. Use the diamonds to further your command by levitating them as you fight me."

 

Trowa unclipped the blade with a natural crystal and ignited it, the snap hiss of the emerald blade filled the room as it sprang to life. He would go easy on the boy, but this would teach him to fight with distractions...and to properly use a saber as he would be able to craft his own soon.

 

With a simple twirl of his wrist Trowa expressed his perfect grace and control of his saber, something many would take as showing off, but that a chosen few would recognize as a challenge to the other in the room.

[Anoon Bondara]

Anoon caught the saber in his right hand, stopping it in mid air as he caught it. Keeping his arm outstretched, Bondara watched Trowa retrieve his own sword.

 

"You are to combat me with a saber. Command the force and use it to empower yourself. Take hold of your emotions, feed off of mine...and fight me. Use the diamonds to further your command by levitating them as you fight me."

 

With that Barton ignited the emerald blade, motioning for Anoon to do the same. Fighting Trowa in the inclosed space would prove tricky, but keeping constant control over the tiny diamonds littering the floor and fighting would prove even harder.

 

Bondara felt out the bond between himself and the other, he knew he should feel happy that his training was finaly taking place but Anoon couldnt help but wallow in his Master's sorrow, he cared for the man like a Son would for a Father, their new bond strengthening these feelings. If he could do anything to get rid of or even lessen Barton's pain, Anoon wouldn't hesitate to do so, no matter the cost.

 

Removing these thoughts from his mind for now Bondara concentrated on the diamonds lifting them with ease, leaving them hovering in a bunch beside him. Anoon then motioned to activate his light saber but as he did so he took his mind momentarely from the diamonds, making them waver and nearly scatter across the deck of the ship. The Twi'Lek just had time to focus his thoughts on the tiny objects again before they fell, bringing them hovering back.

 

Anoon frowned, he could feel his mind straining at seperating his focus, everytime he moved to start the duel he could feel the diamonds slipping away. As he started to get aggravated Trowa's words resufaced in Bondara's mind

 

...Command the force and use it to empower yourself... Take hold of your emotions, feed off of mine...

 

Closing his eyes Anoon drew the Force to him, manipulating it, bringing it under his control, focusing it around him, supporting the tiny objects, sending them spinning, orbiting him like electrons orbit a nucleus.

 

Bondara opened his eyes, face full of concentration. With a snap-hiss his laser sword sprang to life, luminating his face, highlighting its features. Bringing it to bear he nodded to his Master, letting him know he was ready.

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiads ship soared thru space, to Correscant.....

[Slicer]

*A tight beamed message heavly encrypt made it's way through space after bouncing off off many holonet transmission to reach it destinated source. Downloading it self into the ship's comupter there it sat the only acknowledgment that it was even there was a flashing light and a beep to show that a message had been recieved.*

[Orik Bendan]

Orik was distracted by the small, flashing red light that had managed to draw his attention. He wasn't expecting any messages yet apparently he had been contacted by someone. Pulling up the transmission he read it with eager eyes as he took in every word and thought of what each would entail.

 

I've thought of enough here...

 

With the manipulation of a few controls, the shuttle was off to a different planet than the one that the sith lord had intended for it to head towards when he first set off. Now he was heading towards Selvaris...

[Bad karma]

The soft hum of the eloquent weapon was like music to Trowa's ears. It seemed like it had been eons since he had last ignited his own blades, but he knew that was just an after effect of everything he had been through...everything he had done. The ship would arrive at its destination soon and Trowa would seek out her...The change of her still being there, waiting for him being slim to none.

 

With a casual half hearted flick his wrist the emerald blade moved forward, clashing with the crimson blade of his apprentice. The other would learn quickly, he would have to learn quickly or else he would risk his life for the same stupid reason so many others had. Twice more he struck with precise blows and twice more, as he expected, they were deflected...though not with the ease that would be required to live.

 

With a slight manipulation of the force Trowa took hold over every diamond and began to spin them around the room at a high velocity, they would cut through flesh if given the chance...and eventually they would move quick enough to shatter bone. This would prove as a good distraction to the fight....

 

"Now we start..."

 

He bolted forward, catching the young one off guard and bringing his blade down towards the Twi'Lek's med section, he would be laying on the ground in two in but a few seconds if he didn't react...and the onslaught to come would bring just as many close calls.

[Anoon Bondara]

Anoon clashed blades with his Master several times, the low hum of the sword vibrating up his wrist. It irritated him but he was sure he would get used to it in no time at all.

 

Bondara could tell Barton was skilled in the arts of the lightsaber and was honered to be learing from someone of such caliber. He was sure - if he wanted to - his Master could kill him with great ease but Anoon would be damned if he gave him the chance.

 

Just as he was about to carry out his own attack he felt the cystals being ripped from his control, deciding it would be a futiel effort and to much of a distraction Bondara let them go, while still consiously watching them with the Force incase they were to either start moving in a threatening mannor or begin to fall.

 

Watching as the diamonds spun around the room, Anoon turned the majority of his attention back to the fight. Just in time in time to hear his Master speak followed by a dangerous swing to his mid section. Allowing himslef to fall to backwords to floor, Bondara landed on his back, the attack just missing him. Before he had time to think the Twi'Lek then rolled to his left, avoiding another strike, quickly bringing himself to his feet before Barton could attack again.

 

Not allowing his Master to attck Anoon brought his Saber up high, arching the blade, faking high then swinging low at Trowa's feet.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

USing the clucker of a ship he now used. The man at the helm was still able to eaisly navigate to his destination. Though he doubted he was being tailed her still jumped about three random jumps to shake people. then he looked at the holonet and changed his mind. Comming out of hyperspace he quickly adjusted his course and set off.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship shot through space, headed for Coruscant. During the journey, Aryian had put Dash into a deeper catatonic healing trance, as well as cauterized his wounds and mnded them with bacta, preparing him for the operation necessary to regain the use of his arm.

[ObliviousKnight]

The dark Ghost Breath tunneled through hyperspace at the speed of a deranged mynock with a hyperdrive and a major sugar high. If you've never seen one of those, good for you--it's not a pretty sight.

 

 

Inside the graceful vessel, Armiena left instructions for Brad Warren to build his lightsaber hilt en route to Ilum. With a modicum of mechanical skill, he would be able to merely install his crystals into the unfinished hilt and make a few minor adjustments to the weapon.

 

The Jedi Knight herself needed to spend the time in hyperspace deep in meditation. Her plan for Warren's trials was going to be trying on both the Padawan and the Jedi Knight, and meditation would make it easier for Armiena to concentrate and connect to the Force.

[Lord Asshat]

The ship containing both the master and the apprentice soared through the reaches of space.

[Nitestrike]

Brad sat in the copilot seat holding the datapad that he thought was rather unceremoniously thrown to him. He flicked it on and an opening message appeared on the screen. It read:

 

The crystal is the heart of the blade.

The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.

The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.

The Force is the blade of the heart.

 

All are intertwined

The crystal, The blade, The Jedi.

 

You are one.

- Speech made during lightsaber construction ceremony

 

Brad's right eyebrow raised in surprise. He didn't realize there was a ceremony involved in the construction of a lightsaber. He scrolled through the datapad and found another, more interesting section to him: lightsaber forms. He read through that section rather carefully. He already knew there were seven forms and the basic properties of each form, but this went a little more in depth. He decided to learn Form II as a secondary form. With that covered he went onward.

 

Brad found the list of parts on the datapad. He planned on making a dual phase lightsaber, so he'd need to find multiple crystals for his blade. The parts list read:

 

* A handgrip

* An activation stud plate, button, switch, or internal Force-activated mechanism

* A safety or dead-man's switch

* An emitter matrix

* A primary focusing crystal (which gives the blade its hue, Adegan/Ilum crystals are most commonly used)

* Up to two secondary crystals which produce different effects

* A lens assembly (focusing crystals)

* A blade-length adjuster (only on Dual-Phase Lightsabers)

* A power cell (for the most part, unlimited in power; requires little recharging)

* An Energy Gate

* A power conduit

* A recharge socket (recharges the power cell when the lightsaber is off)

* Cycling field energizers

* A belt ring (optional)

 

Armenia said she had all the parts to build the hilt, so all he'd need to find was the crystals. That was obviously why they were heading to Ilum. He read the rest of the datapad and then shut it down. He entered a Jedi hybernation trance to get a bit of rest for the journey ahead.

[Fracas]

The Pax finally chose a direction, and it launched for The Last Call.

[Nickolaus Yoshen]

>>As the days went on into weeks. Nickolaus decided to ask a question.

 

Reolmus, why is it that you have been so quite these past weeks? What is this danger that you are so afraid of? I am quite sure that we can take care of what ever we have to do.

 

Nickolaus took another sip of his drink then set it down as quitely as he had picked it up. Then he listened to see if his brother was even awake at the helm of the ship.

[Zara Nargal]

The YT-2400 surfed through hyperspace on it's way to Coruscant, once the course had been set Zara pondered the message she had received. She knew where he wanted to meet her... where it all began...

 

She kept a touch on her twins, feeling their excitement as they discovered they could hear each other's thoughts again, also how they could "talk" to Aunty Bekka's unborn baby. She smiled, wondering how long it would take before they discovered they could 'talk' with Mummy again too. It didn't take long as first Kalyani, then Kane touched their mother. The pair were strong in the force and would need alot of guidence. The pair were quite content while ever they could feel their mother's presence, knowing that she was just 'in the other room' so to speak.

 

Zara piloted the freighter on it's course towards Coruscant. She would take Bekka to the Last Call for a while so that she would be able to relax where the Force was void... it would also give the twins a chance to visit with their "cousins" ...

[Namiad Ydnah]

The custom starfighter flew into space. The piolet Cire Ydnah, was going for a bounty, of his own when he switched back to the normal Namiad Ydnah. The ship flew aimlessly through space before hitting its destination: Tattooine.

[Reagan McGreggor]

Reagan entered hyperspace, and sat back in the pilots seat thinking... Did Faust know that this man knew them... ??? How can I get more information on them...??? I don't even know their names.

 

Her rage was still there, she could not seem to bring it under control, and it seemed to be effecting Camillia... As the rage grew stronger, her stomach would tighten, and sharp pains would shoot through her abdoman and down into her legs... but she ignored it... focusing on finding Faust.

[Vladimir Faust]

Elsewhere on some almost nameless and forgotten sphere, still torn by war, Faust makes his way through an almost familiar battlefield. Though at one time he knew it well, shelling and other unnatural disasters still found a way to radically alter the landscape. Alien stars, unfound on most charts occupy the sky, but they are hidden behind the almost unbearably bright, hot sun at this hour.

 

Finally, he makes his way to a tall cliff where three weathered stones about knee high stand. Below occasional signs of battle can be seen, far off into the distance, but following his return to look to the fate of his sister, this part of the world's eternal battlefield was left as silent as the grave, staked as his territory. Though others may have remembered him as a youth, or even fewer may have heard of his off world reputation- the planet's only space port had long since fallen into disrepair and decay, they were rats, left to fight it out among themselves, but the savage blood letting he unleashed on his brief return shocked even the worst of them. Word spread of the white beast, and he was left his stake. Indeed, after countless battles, deaths, and after gallons of his own blood were left behind in the loose, acrid soil, it was his by right.

 

Faust kneels at the three markers, silently meditating, perhaps praying as well. So much history was buried here, much of it he wished to never confront again. Perhaps one day if he were stronger and more capable, he would do the same for the galaxy as a whole, and bury its troubled past. Two of the markers are bigger and about evenly sized. The last is only just smaller, placed off to the side. Underneath each lay a pair of moldering bones, soon in time to become part of the dusty clouds that swept over this world, blinding those who dared look into the face of those storms.

 

Dust to dust... Ashes to ashes... We are all the same like that...

 

He waited for Reagan, for when they spoke, for when they fought, and for what inevitably she must do afterwards. Absently, Faust scribbles a circle on the ground. Many things would return to where they started before the end, many things were often doomed to repeat. Perhaps Fate would dictate today be no different. One way or another, this cliff would be the site of a death and a rebirth. In his heart he knew that much.

[Yoshiba]

Yoshibas Sith Infiltrator shot through the fabric of spcae, and rested apon a small asteroid. Yoshiba set the droids up to take the controlls. He took a seat on the bench, and began to think.

 

Hours later it came to him, for he was tired of putting up with the Sith, and his training with the His old master, instiled a general dislike for the Jedi, so both were up there. He was not happy with any other affliation. So it came to him. Start a faction of his own.

 

It would be for all those who have been out casted by the other factions.

 

The Order of the Invisible

 

Perfect.

 

He only needed a place as Head Quarters. He had heard of a place, that was never used by other, one that of which he, and his brethern could congregrate, and carry out their objectives, and such.

 

He shouted at his droids the corrdinates of this planet of Exile.