Felucia - Jedi Temple

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Damnation! 

 

Or at least that is what they say about our sorry planet. Some say it is the wrath of God, or perhaps the force itself, but the fact still remains. Death has become Felucia. 

 

It walks like an old woman through the streets, knocking on some doors, passing others by. In those houses in which she visits the children pass first. Great boils along their lymph nodes, then like a cancer, it spreads through their bodies. Ending in the lungs where it brings a frothy red sputum. It effects immigrant and Felucian the like. Humans die faster than us, but perhaps it is a blessing. 

 

May the force protect us.

 

-Writings of Doctor Kildarn.

Published to holonet livejournal. Two days ago. Nothing has been heard from since.

 

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ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD ZONE

PROCEED AT CAUTION

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The force moved through the planet, its silent and still eddies becoming rushing streams of power. Stained power, corrupted power, and to everyone it touched, it whispered. The sick and dying screamed and shouted at their dreams of terror and those who had not yet succumbed could feel their hope recede, and the voices that one normally suppressed as a conscience, spoke almost audibly in their ears. 

 

“Kill yourself.” 

 

And some did. And those that did not waited for the voices to speak again, seeing some divine revelation in the whispers. It was the darkside, and it drove some mad. 

 

Rebel Alliance peacekeeping medics, having newly come to the planet were not immediately susceptible to such voices, but they creeped on the edges of their subconscious. And to the Jedi Knights, they could feel the visceral stirring of the force. A directed stirring. And the unnamed evil sought them out. With every tap into the force, the voices found a path in. 

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For those in the Village of Antra-Xerxi, life had evolved in a different way. The plague had hit heavy here, leading to the death of the majority of the adult population. Their bodies still lay rotten where they had fallen, slowly eaten by the jungle predators and scavengers. And those that were not, were burst upon the ground. Their bodies the victim of the jungle heat and gases of decomposing organs. 

 

But for the children of the village. The voices had protected them. Guided them to the fire. And when the voices spoke, they danced. A dance of death. A dance of passion and unguided rage and mirth. Their feet could not sustain them for much longer, and the circle was wet with blood. But still they danced, driven by the possessing force. A danse macabre. 

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This one was not human, though he seemed it. A fat and plump young man, or at least he had once been before the darkness had taken him. His eyes were bloodshot, and his movements languid and delayed from days of thirst and decay. 

 

“He calls to us Jedi. Can you not feel him? His embrace?” 

 

But he spoke no more and collapsed on his face in the center of the bloody circle. 

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The last child left standing did not collapse, for she had been here the shortest, instead she simply gazed from one jedi to the next. Her eyes seeing little through their mess of tears.

 

“Grandfather? Where did you go?”

 

The child howled in a scream of terror. 

 

“Come back!” 

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The last child gave a cursory glance to the Jedi then ran off towards the deep forest, screaming for her grandfather. She was not a fast runner, and she was tired but she soon ducked into the forest and disappeared. 

 

“He will rebirth us. Remake us, return this world to what it once was.” One of the sleeping children mumbled. And a voice cut through everything, carried by the force itself. A voice of ichor, a voice of rot, a voice of entropy. 

 

Come no further into our domain 

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The Children are the life of their parents. Parents who tamed the wilds. Silenced the entropy. For cultivation. We cannot let them survive. 

 

The sickly sweet scent of rot was everywhere now, permeating from the roots of the trees themselves. The crop fields that were planted only a month before. From the bodies on the ground, maggots swarmed up from the dirt, eating, consuming the rotten flesh and dried blood. 

 

We will claim the children. We will claim their generation. We will return them to the dust.

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In the fruitutious earth the darkside began to fully manifest. The thickly overgrown forest seemed to shudder as beneath every root and stem bugs and maggots began to appear. A skeletal arm found skeletal shoulder, and a long dead beast found form again. Joints bound by writhing masses of humid worms. It was not much larger than a nek battle dog, and perhaps that was what it once had been. But it shambled from the overgrowth, its old teeth still sharp. 

 

But in the village behind the Jedi, the skeletal remains of its inhabitants began to come to life. 

 

And deep in the forest, beyond the sight of the aquatic jedi but within sight of the apprentice, the little girl raised her small hands over a great pit dug in the heart of the forest. 

 

“Save us Grandfather.”

 

She whined, tears streaking her already dirty face. 

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A blast of hot air gushed from the deep pit, causing the girl’s hair to fly in a whirlwind about her grimy face. The ground shook as she called out. As she begged. The pit was breathing. 

 

Grandfather!

 

The plea was primal, the scream of a child who wanted to be protected from the fearful dark. The monsters under a bed. And the pit answered. A spew of hot air brought forth a flood of toxin laden air that began to fill the area. As the beasts and vermin began to move faster. This would be a hard thing to close indeed. 

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The Force filled with a sudden and frightful scream of pain. A scream that cut off as suddenly as it came. All around them the machinations of the dark side fell away. Skeletons shuddered and fell to ash, maggots drooped and wilted like dying flowers, and the stench of decay blew away in a brisk breeze. The power at work here had seen its doom, it was too weak to confront the full power of three jedi knights. It would bide its time…

 

And perhaps in the course of galactic events it would show itself again. 

 

But for now, Felucia was free

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So the old pretender comes to play. And she has grown so much. 

 

We chose rightly Grandfather. We could not have revealed ourselves so early. 

Be silent. The Galaxy continues to spiral to destruction, and in that chaos we rise for the Gate is unlocked and the eye is opening. We will show ourselves elsewhere in time. 

 

A dark presence touched the edges of Draygo's mind, then disappeared without a trace.