Jump to content

Falleen


Darth Heretic

Recommended Posts

The avarice in the air was palpable. It bit at the back of her throat like an acidic bile, but there was no danger sense. But there was a stillness in the shadow of the Wookiee Jedi Master, a calm that brought reassurance, even as the storm rose into a gale outside. She pocketed the thousand credit chip, noting its Sith mintings before she slipped it into her cloak. Stashing it alongside the two lightsabers that lay hidden in their holsters. They were manufactured lightsabers from the Imperial Armories on Nar Shaddaa and Carida. Both had been gifts, and the smallest of them had belonged to Aiden Darkfire. 

 

She looked back to Kirlocca with a smile and extended her wrists as well.

  • Like 1

senay.png.2f049a5f093fee4ce31600cce37c9cbb.png

Calix Meus Inebrians

Link to comment
Share on other sites

A long drink of the yellow green tea that the wife had packed him. Yeah it was early in the shift, but it was so good, and it smelled like home. He would have to swing by the commissary and pick something up with caffeine in a few hours. What were another three credits against the weight of school loans? It wouldn’t cause a fight when Clara found it on the statement. She would probably sigh but understand. Times had been tough ever since the promises had fallen through about the Sith government paying off scho-

 

His display flashed. Nothing of interest. A shuttle inbound from some obscure planet called Kashyyyk. What a stupid name for a planet. He punched an automated code that gave the shuttle a landing clearance planet bound. Same Starport as he had sent the last four to. The very same starport which was now being surrounded by the Consumed. But he couldn’t have known that. He sadly stared at his empty mug and debated reaching into the still full lunch container. But before he could have reached for a package of Linnormeos, (Packed with nutrients and flavour!) his display flashed again, then turned a bight red. He looked up to his partner who was helpfully napping on the other side of the control tower.

 

“Hey Malcolm, what the kriff is this!” His voice reached a high pitch as a force of huge starships emerged from hyperspace. “Oh kriff its starting!” And of course they would be the only two assigned to the bleeding Golan I when the invasion started. 

 

He wasn’t going to die for this kriffing government. He slammed the red button hard enough to crack the panel and dove for the escape pods. 

 

______________

 

In the bar far below, the Linnorm bodyguard placed his blood covered thumb on each of the wrists offered in turn. Marking them as one of the followers. The Darkside radiated from the blood, attempting to draw those that wore the mark into the service of the Fanged god. Perhaps it had been learned from Dathomiri witches, or perhaps the Dathomiri had learned it in the eons before. The Bodyguard himself thought of it as magic.

 

 “Now go and hunt, and if you find anything you can’t handle by yourself, say a quick prayer and touch the mark. He will answer, and his temple will rush to your aid.” 

 

______________

 

“A Thousand credits each, and your wrists if you please.” The woman whispered to Tilt and his band. Repeating the offer that had been accepted by the two others in the bar already. She placed a holographic chip out on their table that outlined the children targets. They needed the sacrifices. Quickly. 

 

______________

 

The black ink of night touched the raising dew. Eclipsing it. Hissing. Pain. Burning. Red eyes in their concert shuddered in black abyss. Fear. But the woman herself was not moved. She smiled an orgasmic smile. Ancient. All teeth that showed in the shadows like bitter slices of summer moon. Stained with deep and dark blood. The being twisted her neck. Looking up towards the heavens, staring for a second as if looking for something. 

 

“Is this all that your ‘strength’ summons to you Je’daii?” 

 

She took another step. The smile widening. 

 

“Do you fear us little one? Do you fear our passion? Or will? Our Carnality? The unknown of chaos is beautiful. It feeds us like the blood that is spilled on our alters It is a cup that you have supped from before...”

 

Another step. Close now. 

 

“Now give me my child.” 

  • Like 1

NPCs for boardwides and small stories on request

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The Clones looked to each other, confirming any suspicions of enemy activities. Welcome to Falleen, Tilt thought as he was the first to present his wrist, and the others followed. Already he could feel the emotions of his brothers, he knew their thoughts,  and it seemed that it was time for further digging. It meant taking down a black market operation which the triad were trained for, but that also meant delivering the goods... Well... They could just start blasting the place. 

 

"I have to ask," Thumper removed his wrist for just a moment and whispered to the woman, "Not that it really matters, money is money, but what exactly are those kids for? I mean, if you're selling organs you can go nuts... Humor us at least." 

 

Tilt was also curious but with how normally vocal and blunt Riggs was, the brother was oddly quiet. He didn't like this idea one bit. Thumper made it obvious he didn't care for them one but but he k ew how to control his emotions, the lady never said, "No questions," So ge was taking advantage of that. Tilt and Riggs slowly removed their wrists as well as they too were intrigued, but this could only go so far. If things went according to plan then they'd get on and take care of business,  if things went awry... Well, At least they could start shooting up the place. 

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Kirlocca offered up a smile at the bodyguard after he placed blood upon their wrists, a marking of sorts. But also, a beckoning hunger. Almost immediately upon the blood settling upon him did he feel his own desire to hunt down Raven's killer intensified. He could feel the desire burn within him, opposite of it fading away like on Bothawui. There was zero doubt from him that the blood carried a strong flow and tie to the Dark Side. Allowing the Force to come to him, he found his center for a short moment. 

 

<< For the hunt! >> 

 

The Wookiee turned and began to walk out the door to fulfil the mission him and Sandy were now paid to accomplish. At least that's what it would look like for anyone observing. As the two walked away, he began to pour himself into the Force, attempting to push out the Dark Side. As he walked, he whispered ever so quietly to Sandy, letting the Force carry his voice to her ears so that no one else besides for her would hear him. 

 

<< Don't touch the blood. >>

 

He felt weird saying it, as he somehow knew that Sandy already such a thing. But for him, the desires of revenge rose almost too quickly within him upon the blood even settling in. He also held more grief than others, so there was a higher chance that it was amplified within him. He wondered if it made him more susceptible to the influence of the Dark Side, to which if that was the case... Sandy would be very important to him on this mission.

Edited by Wookiee Jedi
  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

The misty rain that began to softly fall across the landing area was cool and refreshing, ever drop and molecule seemed to hum with the positive healing purifying energy of nature’s light. Here, amongst the tide of darkness, good still existed. Glimmers of light, like stars i. The night sky. Leena felt the radiating warmth of @Keenava Dira’s aura as it surged in the night and a smile played across the Mon Cal’s lips as the former Sith stepped forward to confront what very well could be demons of her own past.

 

And then the woman at the head of the encroaching horde demanded the child again. Almost in sync with the demand and the subtle threatening surge of darkness that accompanied the unnatural voice came another presence, something altogether unexpected. From above, still out of sight, obscured by the dark overcast sky was a piercing surge of light. A blade in the darkness as the distant thunder of landing craft buzzed overhead. The Imperial Knights had arrived. Leena could not help but let a smile play at her lips. An ally in the darkness was always welcome and she could already feel their presence alongside those of her Jedi entourage. She sensed their presence, could feel the purity and calm of the Jedi collective and the fierce loyalty to right of the Knights. She felt them and reached out on the force so that they could fee her. She allowed the purity of her own soul to mingle with that of the others amongst the cloud of black and to blossom those storehouses of light into founts of power that would surge into the world around them. That light would drive back the darkness and purify all that they touched. The soft rain about them hissed a tympanum of peace as the drops burst as they fell, unable to contain the expanding purity of the light side of the force as it grew exponentially within and burst forth, a tidal force of cleansing energies as Leena silently interwove her own healing magics with her companions’.

 

Stepping forward to stand beside the Twi’lek, Leena’s eyes practically glowed as she stared down the dark side leader of the horde that surrounded them. The child with them had fallen into their care, quite literally actually. That was enough. This woman before them, full of base raw emotions and dark intentions, whoever she was, would not take this child so long as Leena stood.

 

“No matter how small a light that shines in the darkness. Its rays pierce the void and the light shall not be overcome.”
 

With each step, the dark tendrils of corruption that had bled into the planet itself recoiled. Energy crackled in the air, pure and bright, as the rainfall steadily increased, each drop exploding in shimmering droplets of purifying spray that washed over one and all sapping the strength of the darkness and dissipating it, leaving nothing but soft cool mist in the air. In the midst of it, her robes soaked and water streaming off her salmon skin stood Leena, a conduit of the flowing current of the Living Force, of light and life and all things wholly natural and right. Hers was a purity of will, and that will surged forth as it nurtured and grew the candles of light that were born within each living thing, until it mingled with the will of the force itself and the two become indistinguishable from one another. The darkness would not stand before it and those touched by the healing touch of the expanding rain would be washed pure, their lives unshackled and untethered from this world of darkness to be given a choice, to choose their path in life and not have it dictated for them by the falsehoods that rippled from the darkness.

 

  • Like 1

image.png.daf7e9c75e1f2acba314151d968a7e3b.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The craft hit the ground, and immediately Kadi could tell something was off. A dark miasma coated the spaceport, trying to envelope the Jedi that she could sense. She glanced at Kerriwar before speaking.

 

"Something's wrong out there. I can feel it. Close your eyes- The Dark Side is like a disease, rooted deep in this world, and this spaceport is an infected wound. Whatever is happening here will only make the situation worse. Stay here if you'd like, I need to go see what's happening."

 

The shuttle door hissed open, and she stepped out, her lightspear hanging loosely off of her back. She looked around, spotting a familiar Mon Cal healer and an unknown Twi'lek. She smiled for a moment at the sight of her friend before looking on. No physical weapons were drawn, but their wills fought in to Force in a conflict clear to see by anyone trained to sense such things. Was their cover blown? Were these people cultists of the Dark Side, looking to kill whoever it was Leena and her allies were protecting? She didn't know, but she wasn't about to stand by helplessly. She moved closer, careful not to reveal her location to the group, before adding her strength to the Jedi master's. She could only hope Leena would recognize her presence.

  • Like 2

KADI.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Tygo disembarked the landing craft with the troops, having left his X-wing in the hangar. It was a lot of things, but easy to disembark for an assault was not one of them. Haulanz of House Constipex flowed out of the craft alongside him, along with the grim masked Bekenden of his homeworld and a handful of Kraaienbladen. Constipex's soldiers were a disciplined and professional sort, conventional fighters trained to fight in grand armies, but his people were urban combat specialists, hardened killers who would find lofty perches and dismantle choke points from on high. Falleen would be liberated soon enough.

 

Intel for the op suggested some sort of berserker pirate cult, an odd choice for the notably stoic and emotionless cold blooded Falleen. It was unlikely that there were many true believers here, the Sith's presence had been brief, too brief to raise children in indoctrinating cults, or for people to forget their old traditions and ways. It was peculiar that the cult hadn't fled to more remote regions to subsist on piracy now that the Sith had largely fled the galactic stage, now they were exposed and largely unsupported, easy prey for the triumphant rebellion.

 

It was unusual for Tygo to be going into an operation with anything more than a squad, but he enjoyed the feeling of a larger force by his side. His work was often distasteful, even if it was necessary and for the good of all, so to be included in a nobler endeavor filled his heart with joy. Though the lion's share of the glory would go to Contispex today, Edsbryder would conduct itself with valor and determination.

  • Like 1

EDSBYDER.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The Exorcist stepped out into the humid, rank Falleen air, she could smell it all, and hear its echoes in the Force. There was corruption here, beyond the rot of foliage and the chittering of insects. A deeper reverberation, a seeping wound, infected and gangrenous that wept into the Force with a song of sadness. The Dark Side had latched hold of this planet like a parasite to suck it dry. She shook her head, the mess of braids falling about her slender shoulders.

 

Just like your sister

 

She motioned for her apprentice to follow, remembering his training on their path here. He had passed a number of blade trials, but seemed to lack the natural flow of the Force, relying on Pride and instinct instead of more subtle beats of the song. He would hold his own against a few mangey cultists.

 

The one you failed...

 

Kyrie’s silent step quickened to match the Edsbryder Princeling’s pace. She had relatively little care for the conquests of noble houses, for Constipex or others, but she was more than eager to rid the world of its corruption. Her probiscis matched the pace of her song, flicking and tasting the air, leaving small white sparks in their trail.

  • Like 3

kyrie.png.529a6b96a133828163a998c9b43e5d11.png

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Piotr exited their craft right behind Kyrie, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He'd never been in a jungle before- He wasn't ready for the smell of decay that permeated everything. He'd trained on the way, and while he had a solid understanding of the blade work required of him, he didn't yet have the muscle mass nor memory yet to use it effectively. Still, it was a start, and while he wasn't confident that he could beat a trained Sith, he could probably survive against a cultist or two. A number of K-Wings escorted by A-Wings flew close overhead, screaming across the sky as they began the preliminary bombing.

 

They were on the outskirts of the capital, preparing to charge a trench system that protected the entire city. Edsbryder was in the lead with what was likely his own house's forces, with Kyrie and himself inside the formation of troops. His armor was heavy despite the time he'd spent training in it, a side effect of his soft upbringing. What would his father say if he saw him now? He had hoped that Piotr would become someone worth inheriting House Malczewski's titles and responsibilities, and yet here he was, barely able to keep up with the marching pace set by those before him.

 

Beside him strode Adrenne Contispex, one of their many daughters that had been present on Chandrila. She'd hardly left his side since they had left the dinner, though whether that was what she was told to do or if she genuinely enjoyed his company was yet to be seen. Much to his surprise, she had joined them in the shuttle, fully equipped for battle. Was this what it meant to be the scion of a sovereign House? That every member be able and expected to deploy to combat zones?

 

 

  • Like 2

mav.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Darth Mavanger's shuttle landed in the jungles just outside of Falleen's capital, on the other side of the city from the Imperial Knight's invasion and the Jedi's stand against the Linnorms that Lord Akheron was so fond of. In truth, he didn't care about the world. Lord Akheron had his pet projects here, but it had little value to himself or his goals. This world had been doomed to fall with all the rest after Nar Shaddaa, and no show of force would have been able to prevent it. He wouldn't even been here if it weren't for the promise of one thing.


Revenge.

 

With an invasion, there would be generals. With strike teams, elite commanders. Targets that he knew would need to be weakened before the Sith could return in their true force. Kill a Jedi master here, an Alliance general there, and the Alliance would be in tatters before they ever realized they were being hunted.

 

He left the stealth active as he disembarked- should he fall here, and his shuttle be captured, it would jeopardize their mission irreversibly. The trek to the city proper would be a long one, and he likely wouldn't be in the city until the invasion was in full swing, but it would have to do.

  • Like 1

 

 

mavms.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

As the ship and several other shuttles broke out of hyperspace over the world of Falleen, the Linnorms inside were still singing alongside Solus’ chantings and songs. Death, blood, and violence were extreme themes in each one, and Solus had taken to the role of choirmaster in it all. Even with his vocoder unable to perfectly emulate the emotions all organics could, his spirit could be felt with each word. And even as the shuttle rocked back and forth avoiding the fire from the enemy ships, the Linnorms kept singing. 

 

The Madness that burbled in his brain even began to leak out of his Shard, black ichor dripping along his chassis only to vanish before hitting the floor. Slight tendrils tried to pry apart the pieces of metal, looking for an escape, and little eyes peered from behind solus’ sensors. As the music continued to play, the Madness continued to grow and gurgle at the noises. Only the Linnorm’s excitement of the music prevented them from seeing it. 

 

However, when the pilot mentioned they were entering the atmosphere, Solus stopped his playing. Instantly the Madness vanished from sight, as if it never existed. Solus himself appeared to have not noticed its existence as he called to the pilot. 

 

“Turn off all lights and open the door as close to the Communication Network  as possible!” Solus commanded. He turned towards his master and explained himself.  “I figure it would be better if we separated right away. Your lessons back on the warship dealing with those Acklay still resonate with me, and the Temple’s teachings encourage me to ‘lose the rules of gravity’, so I see no reason for us to stop yet…”

 

The shuttle door’s began to open up, and a deafening roar of wind made everyone freeze momentarily. Everyone save for the Shard. 

 

You will not regret placing this trust in me, my glorious master!” Solus shouted over the wind, and without hesitation, he leapt out of the shuttle. 

 

After a moment of descent and laughter, Solus’ envy flared itself again as he tumbled down through the night air. Not at the fact that everyone else was flying in a ship and he was literally falling. He wanted to do it this way. But the fact that he couldn’t feel the wind’s bite on his chassis, nor the moisture in the air, like every other organic could…this made his sin grow. 

 

And Solus knew this Envy was what he needed. 

 

As the ground approached rapidly, Solus threw out his arms and willed the Impossible Geometries to obey. The idea wasn’t to force the ground to move for him however. The idea was to slow his fall. A properly focused force push would help with it. 

 

Solus noticed how his body suddenly slowed slightly after the push. Again Solus pushed, and tucked in his legs for a roll. Hitting the ground, Solus moved forward and slowed to a stop, sitting on the empty street. 


The Shard adjusted his sensors as he watched the shuttle that held his master fly away. 

 

“Hoohoo! What fun! Oh what fun indeed. Now for my mission…lets see…”

 

Solus focused on his memories. The last time he was here, he had literally drained the memories from the would-be assassin and nephew of Falleen royalty, Bel Xatuun. There was a lot of memories there to siphon through, and while Solus had lost a great deal of them over time, there were still several that were of use. 

 

Alright, theres the Palace in that direction…” Solus pointed in one direction as he began to calculate. “And there are secret entrances according to the….5 sacred marks of the King. yes, that makes sense. But first, the communication network, which is in…this direction…”

 

Solus turned and faced the opposite direction. Directly ahead, several towers and dishes were silhouetted in the black sky. Without waiting, Solus broke into a sprint. He had to hurry. It was possible that the Imperials would outright bomb the network, and damn the consequences. 

 

The central building that housed the network was locked, but the clan’s passwords thankfully still worked. As the door slid open, Solus hoped this portion of his mission would be easy so he could move onto his more important ta-

 

The Impossible Geometries turned into a dangerous yellow. Solus drew his blade as two laser bolts shot towards him. Inside, several Falleen militia had taken control of the building and opened fire on the intruder, bodies at their feet. Solus sighed after he ducked under one bolt and blocked another. It seemed that the Falleen species were already rebelling against the Clan, having seen the Imperial Forces' arrival. With their king dead and burned at the stake, they were itching to take back their planet from Clan Brasganu. 

 

“Well this got more fun!” Solus laughed as he charged into the room, Apostae and the Madness eager for blood. 

Edited by Solus
  • Like 1

solus.png.1650ac06c988997ee4153ec4d899dbe1.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

As Solus spoke, Akheron couldn't help but agree at least in regards to separating. It would make accomplishing their objectives much easier, although not without challenges...indeed Akheron knew from the sight of the warships on his way to the surface, that Falleen was no longer under his control. Which was an annoyance that disrupted some of his future plans, but it was to be expected. There would always be resistance from those who could not fathom the Darkness. 

 

He had held out as long as he could and now just like Nar Shadda, he was forced into a retreat. At least for now...but he would not go quietly. They would suffer for stealing from him and disrupting progress. As Solus jumped, he ordered the pilot inform the other ships to form up on him and follow the shuttle to the city outskirts. As the ship arrived and landed, Akheron prepared himself mentally and physically for what lay ahead. It would not be a easy fight, they were heavily outnumbered. But he held no fear, he had faced such numbers before.

 

Moving with the troops they used one of many secret entrances and tunnels into the city. These were the elite, the best of the Linnorm brought to the planet, trained for urban combat and more. Specialists, and hardened killers all who had seen many a campaign. Warriors to the core and loyal to the cause. For he was familiar with the layout during his time on the planet on previous occasions. They would use the tunnels to avoid sight and move around the city quickly to where they needed to be. He knew the enemy would likely go for the temple and as such had half depart to reinforce those there and inform them to go into hiding, to form sleeper cells and destroy anything that could be used against them. To protect the Sith secrets here. The rituals of the Clan. To assist his apprentice with his task by any means.

 

He meanwhile and the rest headed to where he knew a concentration of the enemy were currently situated. Feeling out with the Darkness, he could feel the Enemy. He could feel the sickening presence of the Light. Disgusting as it was to him, a stain upon the Darkness he had brought to this world, seeking to undo what he had created. He would not have it. Listening in to the local chatter, he heard word Jedi had been spotted by the spaceport, indeed he could feel them.

 

It was there he would go. And there his vengeance would be unleashed. 

 

Moving along, he quickened his pace, he would be there soon enough. Within the Darkness he sent out his aura letting the loyal and the faithful know he was here and he was coming to join them. 

 

https://jedirp.net/topic/4851-trodai-narat-iv-adas-darth-akheron/

Akheron.jpg

 

 "Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light." - Darth Akheron

 

I survived the Great JNet Outage of 2012

Link to comment
Share on other sites

For Leena/Pinckz/Tharn/Kadi

 

The being laughed, a croaking and evil laugh. The words slipping from its mouth pronounced with the harsh hssing of an utterly foreign and serpentine tongue. 

 

“Do you know how many times we have heard those words? How many of your great warriors have died with those pathetic words upon their lips? What next will you utter dear fish? That you swear to never hide that light under a bushel basket?” 

 

Another, wicked, ancient laugh. But the creature had stopped. Shuddering, it did not venture further into the light, instead reaching a slender finger up. Slowly, unerringly, to its wrist. Pressing on the ring of blood that had encircled it. The markings changed suddenly with the press, glowing a pale red that matched the eyes of the many that lay behind in the shadows. The force moved heavily as the darkside made itself known in the senses of the Jedi, and all about them red eyes began to appear in the shadows. As the Consumed began to close in. Several hundred at least if counted together. 

 

It was time to deal with these intruders. For His ritual would not be interrupted. 

 

_____________

 

For Kirlocca, Tilt and Squad, and Sandy

 

The young woman smiled wanly at the clone, her face close enough to his to kiss him if she had felt the inclination. Her voice dropped to a low tone, sensual and dark. 

 

“We need young blood for His ascension. The children and whoever you bring to us will be sacrificed on the alter of the Fanged God.”

 

She said it as if it were common knowledge, and though she was about to speak again she gasped instead. Her eyes unfocusing for a moment as their dark pupils shifted and changed before the clone’s gaze. Their natural dark stillness replaced with a raging fire of red. She dropped his arm without adding the blood mark and turned towards the door. 

 

For those Jedi that remained inside the bar, the darkside was in full swing now and their blood marks urged them towards the fight. For vengeance, for blood, for Him. The Fanged God who sat upon his throne of blood. 

_____________

 

For the Sovereign Knights

 

The Defences of the throne world of the fanged god were not completely at a waste. Most if not all competent troops, pilots, and gunners had been sent to Nar Shaddaa and had not returned, leaving in their place a vast amount of fresh recruits and draftees held together by sparse ranks of the Linnorms. Those that had been marked as Linnorm, with their red glowing eyes seemed to be the most brutal. Holding together their lines of men with force if necessary, acting with one mind as they fought the troops of the Sovereign houses. 

 

Here and there were fierce pockets of defence, and three land tanks emerged from their covered positions to engage the men of House Edsbryder. While artillery dropped upon the heads of Contispex and Malczewski. Draftees and enlisted men shooting from covered positions as they screamed in terror. While others simply dropped their weapons and fled in terror. A few catching rounds from their linnorm commanders who calmly shot them in the back. 

_____________

 

For the Sith Lords of Korriban 

 

Those soldiers and militia that recognized the Sith either ran or tried to form ranks to assist. There would be some order restored by their presence, but it was like fighting a forest fire with a hose. Disaster was in the air. And those oppressed citizens that had cowered for years in fear were now also making themselves known. Turning ever corner of the capital city into a potential firefight as militai fought militia, linnorms tried to restore order and citizens added to the mix with hunting rifles

 

A few militia fired at Solus before they ran. Judging that the war had already been lost. There would be more organized resistance as he approached the palace. There were many soldiers there, and they werte itching for a fight. 

 

Things planetside were falling apart quickly. 

  • Like 2

NPCs for boardwides and small stories on request

Link to comment
Share on other sites

There was a pull there from the marking, a tap into something distinctly foreign and that called back to the terror of her youth. What was that call? It tasted of blood, sweat, and anger. If she bent herself to its will, how far they might go, how much could they partake. She could delight in it, she could wallow in the blood as Adenna once had. She could find that Togorian pirate that-

 

No. She blinked. Letting the call, the emotion, and the evil will slip off of her mind. She kept close to Kirlocca, not daring to touch the blood. He whispered the same advice to her and she smiled up at him as he towered over her. She nodded her head with a smile. 

 

Then the world exploded in the pull of the darkside. It flowed everywhere in the street in front of them. Like a many tentacled beast, touching everything and pulling them into the depths of hell. She stumbled from the shock of it and fell heavily against Kirlocca. Dangersense creeping up her spine. As she put a steadying hand on his arm, letting her calm sooth and protect them both from whatever wiles the sith had begun to spin on this planet. 

 

She reached a hand beneath her cloak and retrieved the long handled lightsaber, she pressed it into his hand. Trusting herself with the shoto. They were both Jedi Masters, but he was far better than she would ever be with a blade. They would need to work very closely together to get out of this mess. And if there was someone to be trusted with her life, it was Kirlocca. A stablizing figure that she had known since childhood. 

  • Like 2

senay.png.2f049a5f093fee4ce31600cce37c9cbb.png

Calix Meus Inebrians

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Leena smiled. She did not smile because of the words of contempt the halted aggressors showed, held at ring’s edge by the torrent of light side energy that even now dampened their surge of dark side strength. She did not smile because above and around them the floodgates of the newly reinvigorated forces of good cascaded to this world to wrest it from the maw of evil. She did not even smile as she sensed the presence of these shackled minions’ master draw near. No, Leena smiled, a warmth radiating from her rain washed form because there, nearby she could see them, Kadi and an unknown Jedi acolyte adding themselves to the battle of wills that even now threatened to spill over into the physical. For such a covert task, the force had called forth an inordinate amount of the greatest Jedi the Order had to offer, and Leena was pleased to be amongst them, old friends and new.

 

And yet she could feel it. These twisted minds, warped by their master’s will and that of the darkness would not be so easily washed free. The darkness here, like a cancer, had metastasized to the very core of this world. What a blessing it was to have a naturalist here. With her aid and the will of the force, Leena knew this world would be saved. This world needed saved and to do that

 

they would have to fight. How Leena hated to fight. True there were Jedi who excelled in the martial arts, some even thrived in it, drawn closer to the goodness and purity of the force in the midst of it. It was not entirely unlike the frontline surgical setups Leena often thrived in; but still, she was not fond of the art of war in and of itself and war had found her once again.

 

Leena traded a look with Keeva and gave a knowing nod. “You’re a Jedi now. That does not mean you forget who you are or where you came from. You are a child of the light. Let it flow through you. Use what you know, combine it with who you are now.” Pulling the antique saber hilt from her robe, Leena pressed her former master’s blade into the twi’lek’s hand. She stared deep into the former Sith’s eyes, a deep aura of trust accompanying the green-bladed weapon.

 

“I will protect the child.” Leena stepped back, the child straddled between her feet. The force was abuzz with energy. It crackled in the misting rain, bursting from every drop. It flowed through Leena, amplified as it passed into the world about them. Reaching her hands out, Leena felt the flow of the force as it washed over her hands. She let it guide her hands, spinning it in her hands, a jetty of power that as easily as it gathered was released back into the world by Leena in a blinding flash of blazing white light that would blind the foes of the light. If there was to be a battle, Leena would serve her brothers and sisters and the force and this, the opening salvo would show that.

 

The force continued to flow through the Healer, energized and amplified as it touched the purity of her own soul. Leena concentrated on the light, the connections between she and every glimmer light that she could feel across the entire cityscape. She allowed the power to expand, to touch their hearts and minds and offer steadiness, encouragement and hope; to strengthen their resolve and implant the knowledge that they were on the side of right and would, in the end, win. The force would strengthen the soldiers who fought for freedom, to protect their families and world, against the oppression of darkness, quicken their responses and enhance their abilities to peak levels. With her hands held open palms upward before her, she sunk deeper into her battle meditation. She touched the city about them, empowering the forces of light.

 

The child beneath the Jedi Master was bathed in purifying energies, the child’s mind, body, and soul awash in healing and purifying energies. The darkness would not be able to stand against the light.

  • Like 1

image.png.daf7e9c75e1f2acba314151d968a7e3b.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

“Cut, cut, slice, slice, dice and decapitate!” Solus sang as he narrated each of his actions. Legs and arms came off with each swing as Solus ducked and weaved through the rooms. Truth be told, there wasn’t as much violence as he sang. The Militia were already turning and running before the Shard could reach them. It must have been an odd sight: Falleen soldiers running from what looked like an analysis droid with a lightsaber. 

 

Once the communications array was cleared of enemies, Solus got to work. Technology wasn’t anything new to the being who literally wore a robotic suit. Linnorm passcodes still worked, frequencies never changed, and commands had been memorized long ago. Pretty soon, Solus was ready to send a message out on Linnorm Frequencies. 

 

“Lets see, which code applies here…” Solus scratched at an imaginary chin. Beside him on the console, a hallucination formed of a spider with numerous mouths crawled up, and began to growl. Leathery wings began to unfold around it, and the room, at least  to Solus, darkened. 

 

“Ah! So true! Haha, yes, I know the perfect code!” Solus laughed and typed in the message. 

 

ATTENTION: CODE F4409 THE ASSASSIN GROWLS SOFTLY UNDER THE NIGHT’S .  DEATH REMEMBERS ALL. 

 

The Code was short, but simple….for a Linnorm. The Code had its own meaning, but the phrase spoke levels. For those in the know, it meant to kill quietly and commit guerrilla warfare instead of open battle, preferably underground. However, the message also included to inflict maximum casualties when possible. 

 

“Now…time for the palace, yes?” Solus looked at the hallucination on the console. 

 

Instead of agreeing like Solus expected, the thing hissed and growled further.  Surprised, Solus placed his hands on his hips adjusted his sensors like the glasses he pretended they were.

 

The thing continued to hiss and growl at the Shard, its wings trembling and expanding. After a few moments, Solus slapped his face and groaned, a vibration of sound over the sudden clang. 

 

“Gah, you are right! With those idiots getting away, they will suspect any droid entering, or even inside! My work has just gotten 10 times harder! Raaaagh!” 

 

Solus reached out with the force and picked up several of the bodies he had taken care of and began to throw them around. Sparks began to fly as each body hit a machine randomly, or as a body part tore off. As Solus gave into his baser instincts, the thing on the console continued to surge and grow, more mouths forming and wings expanding to ridiculous proportions. 

 

After a few moments of this, the thing on the console gave a shriek, forcing Solus to stop and listen. 

 

“What do you mean the Jedi?!? How are the Jedi supposed to…”

 

Solus stopped as he realized what his Madness was telling him. Looking over the dead bodies, Solus began to laugh. 

 

“Oh yes! I am so brilliant! Yes! Haha!”

 

After some work, Solus donned his new, albeit slightly bloody, makeshift cape taken from one of the militia. While not official, the cape did help Solus feel more ‘royal’, and allowed him to hide his lightsaber effectively. Kriff, Solus believed he even looked slightly more regal, if a bit beaten up, but that was to be expected during a battle. 

 

“Now…to send a holo-message…” Solus stated as he activated the communicator, this time on all known Imperial frequencies. 

 

“Attention! Imperial Forces! I am S-115, servant of the Royal family! I have important information on the Royal Prince, heir to the throne! Please come to me immediately, as the prince’s life is in danger!.”

 

Solus paused for a moment, and then added. 

 

“Help me, Jedi! You’re my only hope!” 

 

With that, Solus cut off the message. If the Jedi and the other Imperial Forces were about setting up a stable government as they appeared, they would take notice of Solus’ message. Hopefully a Jedi or several would be lured and help him get into the palace, dealing with the Falleen forces in the way. True, he had no idea where the royal prince was, but nobody else knew that either. As far as anyone was concerned, the King was burned at the stake, and the prince was being brainwashed into the perfect Linnorm, as was tradition. 

 

"Now...control..." Solus chanted to himself. "After all, in order to really sell this, if the Jedi detect the Force on me, they will know something is wrong, yes? So control...control..."

 

Solus focused on the Impossible Geometries. The lines of envy needed to be called back, the clouds of red anger needed to be maintained. Despite the teachings he had grown accustomed to, he knew he needed to restrain his emotions to deceive the Imperials.

 

The Spider-like thing that was Solus' hallucination slowly evaporated into nothingness. The Madness that was inside Solus became quiet, staying perfectly still. This would be a challenge to say the least. But for Solus, this was a perfect test of his skills.

Edited by Solus
  • Like 1

solus.png.1650ac06c988997ee4153ec4d899dbe1.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

     Breathe… 

 

One step, and this flash in the pan became open warfare.

 

     Breathe..

 

The ray of light that Keenava held in her hand moments before erupted into a tidal wave of blinding energy.

 

     Breathe. 

 

Webs of darkness flowed beneath them and around them, redoubling their efforts to drive the Jedi from their land.

 

It was a little disorienting. They went from one act of protective defiance to standing at the eye of a chaotic storm.

 

"You’re a Jedi now. That does not mean you forget who you are or where you came from. You are a child of light. Let it flow through you. Use what you know; combine it with who you are now."

 

_____

 

Familiar words. 

 

Keenava didn’t know what made these words different, but something about them took her away from the enormity of everything. Instead, she focused on one thread at a time.

 

A thread of the past—the overwhelming void of darkness in front of them—a thread of the present—an oddly familiar feeling that came from somewhere outside the city—and a thread of the future—the reassuring salmon hue of her friend Leena—all wove together to create the tapestry of her life in this moment.

 

When she looked out at the ‘Consumed,’ she saw herself. Like many times before, she’d seen different versions of herself. But this one was a distinct reflection. This one was Lallu. All of her scars, tattoos, abuse, and Sith motivations merged into one angry, red-eyed maniac.

 

You’re scared.

 

No, I’m not.

 

Yes, you are. You’re still that little girl who never got to grow up. You’re still lashing out at everyone who took advantage of you.

 

And you’re pathetic. You’ve given up everything that made us powerful. I could take out these chumps like it was nothing.

 

I didn’t give up anything. You’re still here, aren’t you?

 

Lallu was silent.

 

The difference is that I was given a gift. I was given a second chance to be the woman we wanted to be—to be the woman our mother wanted us to be.

 

At the word "mother," a tear fell down Lallu’s face. Keenava came to her side and gently wiped the tear away.

 

So I’m here to give you the same gift. Fight with me. I’m not ashamed of you. You happened, and you made me more of who I am today than anyone else. Let’s fight together.

 

Keenava reached for Lallu’s hand and felt as the deeply callused tissue touched hers.

 

You’re right.

 

Let’s do this.

 

The Twi’lek felt a surge of assurance and just a tinge of... mania?

 

_____

 

Keenava latched Leena’s saber to her belt. Then, with hands outstretched, she began muttering under her breath.

 

Leena’s purification and the Consumed’s depravity were clashing like roaring beasts. But the Dark Side prided itself on obfuscation. Confusion and illusion were common among the Sith in their clashes with the Jedi. But Keenava wasn’t only a Jedi.

 

She lifted her fingers to the web of darkness that unfurled before her. Then she began to carefully touch the velvety black strands. Lances of painful memory cracked against her braintails as she went, but she continued to stand. She began to thread the silky strands together, navigating every shameful act and dark scene imaginable. It was nothing. Pain was nothing but a reminder. I’m alive, and I’m here. And I won’t let you have this ground.

 

Every step felt like trying to wrench open the mouth of an active volcano. But it was something she could do. It was something only she could do. It set her apart from every other Jedi. She knew the dark; she’d seen titans fall and rise like it was just another day. She’d suffered depravity and seen it committed in equal measure. She’d seen horrors that would make the Consumed wish for death. And now she had the mental discipline and control to hold it at bay. She would be a servant of the light by helping them navigate the dark.

 

With one big pull, Keenava created a channel large enough to let Leena’s influence through. Her eyes slowly fluctuated between glowing amethyst and a bright magenta as she "held the door," but she was at peace. Conflict was her norm, chaos was her life, and after all this time and all these self-discoveries and head trips toward self-acceptance, she wouldn’t hide anymore.

 

As Keenava watched the flow of Leena’s brilliant purification thread through the sluice gate that she created in the Consumed’s dam, the Twi’lek reached one hand to the saber at her belt and readied herself for whatever followed.

 


 

Edited by Keenava Dira
  • Like 2

 

 

Keenava Two Suns.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Akheron continued moving along the tunnels, even though he could feel the chaos above, the Darkness crashing against the Light as the ancient war continued here and now. He felt the shift as civilians rejected what he had offered, turned upon those who rose them above their pathetic excuses of former lives, those who had elevated them to wolves among the sheep in the galaxy. For this disloyalty...this betrayal he would make them all pay. Even if he could not punish them now.

 

His vengeance and Wrath was eternal and he would bring it to bare upon any in his way. 

 

Exiting the tunnel, via a door hidden behind a wall and with a shop fronting that it sold fresh vegetables, Akheron and the group of Linnorms with him entered the street. He motioned for them to begin instigating martial law and to assist locking down the city as best they could. No-one in or out who wasn't authorised, those without the Mark or Red Eyes, the Consumed the locals had come to call them he recalled or Sith. House to house searches were conducted. Any who defied would be met with extreme prejudice and lethal hostility. And any resistance would be stamped out or at least that was the idea.

 

As he turned a corner with a smaller group of the Linnorm detachment, he felt the Light grow. It was not a good sign, but he continued. Running into a group of armed civilians, a mix between militia who were a bit more organised and thought to take cover and armed, angry civilians...disorganised and with sporadic and inaccurate fire as they attempted to take down their oppressors.

 

But Akheron barely moved as he ignited his lightsaber. The only movement coming from deflecting any blaster bolts that came to close.

 

At least at first that was the case. Akheron stretched out his senses in the Darkness, within the Force. As he surveyed the scene and his surroundings, as he drunk upon the Darkness and the Anger they emitted. All aimed at him. As he deflected he felt them. The Jedi, this time closer, within a tavern. And as he focused he smiled as he felt a familiar Light. One he knew from his past, one not forgotten, from when he was a young Lord. Sandy Sarna, he had come to find out was her name after many bribes, tips and information gathered about her. For he had never forgotten her. His nemesis.

 

No. How could he? For she had been responsible for his biggest humiliation and cost him greatly, delayed his ascension as a Sith and exposed a weakness. For that he had long ago promised if they ever should meet again he would make her suffer. Both had grown considerably since then. He smiled, the Fanged God had given him a small boon. One moment of glory in a day of much loss.

 

A single purpose during this battle. 

 

He knew he would need to draw her out if he was ever to get his long desired revenge. And so he headed towards the group of civilians with a icy, vengeful determination. As the very air around them and him dropped and ice formed on the floor and the lips of those around. There was no emotion, only no mercy as he begun to move faster, now running at a pace before ending the first of many lives. Linnorms joined the fight as the area became a battleground within a greater fight. The fight for the very soul of the planet.

 

Deflecting a bolt, he sliced through a younger Falleen male, a civilian who froze in shock as the Sith Master cut him in half like he were paper in the wind. Continuing, he advanced, pushing most of them back as the scared or cowardly ran up the street to try and escape, while the brave and bold stood in defiance and paid the ultimate price for freedom. He smirked, these were simply the bait to reel in a particular fish.

 

He stretched out in the Darkness even as the rain poured, spreading out his aura in a Dark wave towards the tavern nearby, focusing it to the one he sought. He issued her a challenge or else the Falleen would face the consequences and attempted to remind her of one from the past she should have never forgotten. A foe once humiliated, now stronger and more experienced than when they last met. A Master of Darkness. 

 

 He continued to call out in the Force as he stood like a demon, his Wrath and Rage a fire that hated all Life. Where he went only Death followed. He was the eye of the storm that surrounded the city and the planet. The source of the anguish who had planted the seeds of the Sith upon the planet and corrupted it's soul with the Darkness and allowed the foul designs of Clan Brasganu, the House of Dragons to bury it's claws deep.

 

  • Like 1

https://jedirp.net/topic/4851-trodai-narat-iv-adas-darth-akheron/

Akheron.jpg

 

 "Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light." - Darth Akheron

 

I survived the Great JNet Outage of 2012

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The force whispered in his ear like a lover. Flashes of images, warnings, encouragements, all flowing through his mind as he strode before his men like a warrior king of old. His blade, a yellow orange beam of energy, held aloft like a banner. The hilt was old. A relic of his family from six generations before. Its ornate design showing filigree of the exploits of Adathan Contispex during the Stark Hyperspace war. 

 

However grand the order of battle may have been, this battle would be a costly one for the household guard. The soldiers bounded from cover to cover behind him, their faces a mask of grim determination and terror. But they fought well as a unified force which would easily if not immediately overwhelm the broken falleen defenders. Raphanel's lightsaber moved seemingly of its own accord, intercepting bright red bolts of heated energy that were aimed at him and his troops and spinning them back towards those that had dared to attack the house of Contispex. A faint whistle came through the storm of shouting and blasterfire accompanied by the familiar itch of danger sense and Rahanel brought a black hand skywards. 

 

He pulled heavily on the force, and the mortar rounds exploded metres overhead, their deadly concussion and shrapnel fuzzing into a white fury of energy and the force. He sighed and his breath misted a pale white. His eyes also caught the colour of a white blue as he drew upon the force to inspire and protect his friends. He brought the blade up again as it crackled with the white energy. Spreading a veil of protection above them all.

 

The force in its white aura leaked from his eyes like tears. Tears that reversed their fall and streaked up to his temples where a brilliant crown of glory had begun to weave itself upon his brow. 

 

Forward!” He shouted and fears were dampened in the hearts of his allies replaced with the driving force of righteous justice. And terror likewise siezed the hearts of those that served a throne of fangs and blood. For Justice itself had come to Falleen, and it carried the blades of the Sovereign Knights.

  • Like 1

Raphenal.png.96d1c7b8a3eaea41f94e96db627f96d9.png

Lord Commander Raphenel Karlovci Contispex- Imperial Warden

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Tygo let out a practiced exhalation, as if expelling air to make room for an influx of the Force, followed by a measured deep breath that tasted of roses and spring water. There was a purifying sense of relief whenever the prince stood against the darkness, a painful pressure drained away like drawing pus from an old wound and freshly bandaging it. Confronting and banishing the dark wasn't just an internal conflict, it called upon people to look beyond themselves to the greater needs of life around them, and to support each other when the burden of evil became a crushing threat.

 

"Bekenden, Kraaienbladen, rise above!"

 

The forces of House Edsryder specialized in urban mobility, and their preferred strategy was to leverage advantage from taking elevated positions. Maannacht produced a number of Sithspawn and dark side infused wildlife, and hunting those monsters cultivated skills that translated well into hunting armor in military engagements. The Edsbryder Haulanz ascended the city buildings, with the kraaienbladen identifying and calling out targets, and the Bekenden readying heavy weapons and longarms for providing strategic elimination of major threats.

 

The land tanks were the first priority, and the Bekenden trained their coil guns on exposed vulnerabilities from their perches and opened fire. As long as Gaijin wasn't doing the armor mapping of the vehicles, their opening salvo would be crippling, and Tygo readied himself for the advance once the enemy armor was neutralized, rapier and blaster in hand.

  • Like 3

EDSBYDER.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Even before the two made it out the door, a shiver ran down his spine, erupting both arms to have the fur stand up from the suddenly strong pull of the Dark Side. It reminded him of the time when Ar-Pharazon tainted him to kill Adi-wan, yet somehow even stronger with it's suddenness. He managed to stay focused despite this wave crashing upon him. He knew without question that Sandy also felt it, as she fell into his arms. He did his best to make it look like it was on purpose, as he did not want to blow their cover yet. But something told him that time was ending, and fast. His fellow Master handed him something familiar, a lightsaber hilt. Not his, as he did not have one yet since his rebirth. He had instead relied upon others as the time to create one just hasn't been presented to him yet. 

 

The hilt felt familiar, as if the crystal inside knew him, or his spirit. Touching it gave him some more clarity then before. A glance at Sandy also gave him purpose in remaining focused, whereas he might not have. She needed him to be strong. For the Wookiee, he knew that outside appearance could remain, but internally is where the battle was already waging. Dark Side nature fighting against his already weakened grief stricken mind. Holding on to his center, he dug down into the Force, allowing for himself to extend himself further in, only to push himself out. He began to use what Lightside calm within himself that he could to break away the fog of the Dark Side, pushing forth a strong aura. One that he had hoped Sandy would be able to find refuge in. 

 

Leaving the cantina, he closed his eyes and reached out. The very presence of Leena could be felt, if only barely. The tendrils of the Dark Side were indeed strong upon this planet, choking it out. To him, he wondered if they were provoked into tightening like a noose around the people. Upon a moment passing, he opened his eyes and looked around. Movement from all sorts of people moving around caught his eyes. No longer heavily Falleen like when they entered, but now resembled much closer to the spaceport, where there was a mix of all sorts of species. But it was when he looked in the direction away from the spaceport, where more people seemed to be coming in from... that's when another strong chill ran down his spine. Dark Side presence, but not connected to the tendrils of the planet that they had already felt. No longer whispering, he spoke somewhat loudly to Sandy, as he was sure that the Force urged her in advance, hence the reasoning behind handing off a lightsaber hilt. 

 

<< ...We are no longer alone...>>

  • Like 2
Link to comment
Share on other sites

A death echoed through the force. It barely registered among the claustrophobic press of the darkside, and the mass of death from the Alliance invasion on the northern stretches of the city. 

Close. Blocks away. A close moment of terror that spiked through the muck and quickly cut off in a spasm of death. But there was something beside that death in the force. A rage and malice that could only be attributed to…

 

The Sith Lords. 

 

This was not the ancient slumbering evil that permeated the planet like a fog, this was the same vigorous malice that had been supposedly ‘defeated’ in the months before. She could have thought herself mistaken, but then the evil presence declared itself openly in the force like a beacon. An avarice and lust that broke through any pretence. Calling, begging, for her to confront it. A familiar feeling. A familiar evil that harkened like a memory across the years to the first cracks in the Galactic Alliance, a Jedi Council that had sat in silent judgement, and a daring mission to Nal Hutta.  

 

The memories came flickering across her mind strong enough that she could almost smell the sweat and burned duraplast armour. She had been in her teens, when she had last seen that Massassi warrior. A man carved from the shadows of time. A man that had not taken a hand offered in redemption. A voice, a name, brimming with anger, whispered in her ear as the layers of memory echoed through her mind. 

 

 "I am Trodai Narat iv-Adas. Descendant of Adas himself"

 

A name that fit the evil that he had brought to this planet. She took a steadying breath and squeezed Kirlocca’s arm. She smiled in reaction to his force presence and let her own fully manifest itself. With a breath, fear melted away and she opened herself fully to the force. They were no longer alone indeed. Presences filled her mind as she reached into the force for guidance. Stern and loving Kirlocca appeared at the forefront of her mind. A creature of virtue and steadfast in the storm, whose sadness stuck to his fur like oil tar. She hugged him tightly, not knowing if they would see each other again until after the battle was long over. There would be victory over that pain. There would be victory over despair and revenge. 

 

In that instant she could also feel the presence of dear Leena and Lallu facing their own battle for survival. Brave Leena. A leader now among the Jedi Order. Strong Lallu, a woman undefeated by her demons. They would win their fight. And easily too. Her mind touched theirs, giving reassurance. The next second she could sense the Sovereign Knights, their grim determination and battlemeld feeling like a shield in the force. They were fighting like the heroes of their ancient houses. She said a quick prayer for their safety as she let the grey blue cloak fall from her shoulders. She ran towards that beacon of darkness. Her own rpresence a bright ray of light. 

 

It was time to face the Sith again without fear. It was time to put to rest forever their terror.

  • Like 1

senay.png.2f049a5f093fee4ce31600cce37c9cbb.png

Calix Meus Inebrians

Link to comment
Share on other sites

As the last of the civilians and militia near to him were either dissipated or were dealt with by himself and the Linnorms by his side, Akheron felt her. His nemesis had heard his call and answered his challenge in the Force. He smiled under his mask as he saw her appear from behind a bend in one of the many streets, heading straight towards him. A beacon of Light to meet his Darkness. A Darkness that was even now enveloped around the planet, and yet he knew even with his possible death she would not stop his designs.

 

For Falleen was but one of many foul intended designs. She would not stop what he considered progress and the rising of the strongest.

 

Standing there, waiting. Akheron was a immovable object, patient like a snake laying in wait for prey to come closer, so he might see what had become of her over the years. He wondered if she did indeed remember him, a question soon to be answered as she got ever closer. Soon enough and she was feet away, lightsaber in hand and wearing a blue tunic. Not that it would matter. He could feel the sickening feeling of the Enemy. The Light, shining off her like a sun, one he would soon blot out with the shadow of Darkness and eternal night. His Wrath and Rage enveloped the area like a dark blanket, smothering any unaccustomed to it and not used the feeling such potent, unrelenting malice. 

 

He ordered the Linnorms to let her through and to stand aside for the duration. They would only interfere after to retrieve whichever corpse came out of it, resources Krath Inmortos could use. In the meantime they gave a wide birth to both, instead moving to buildings further out, although a scout kept eyes on the proceedings.

 

As he saw the young female, no longer a teen but a grown woman, he couldn't help but at least respect the fact she had made it this far. To truly become his opposite. But he knew it would change little...for both were enemies eternal. He spoke even as the rain poured upon them, and lightning marked the violent sky. His lightsaber hummed like a drumbeat, the dance of war before battle.

 

 "I see you got my message, Sandy Sarna or should I call you Master Sarna? Yes, I have learnt who you are in my years apart. For how could I forget the one who nearly cost me everything? I sense you like I, are no longer who you once were, that you are no longer the young, frightened teen I once encountered so many years ago on a similar night as this. Good, it shall make this more interesting. Do you like what I have done here? Enlightened the weak so they may become strong and serve the Darkness. I made a promise once that should we meet again, I would repay what was done upon me by the one responsible...even if it took several lifetimes. I am glad that the Fanged God and the Darkness saw fit to reunite us so I might accomplish this promise. 

 

I knew on that night our fates would forever be entwined, for you and I are opposites of the same coin. Forever fated to battle, Light against the righteous Darkness until the bitter ending of time. You will know what it means to lose everything, to feel as I felt. For the one you once knew exists no more, I used my time wisely and was reborn in the true fires of the Sith. Trodaí Narat iv-Adas was burnt away and in his place now stands another. You face not the young Lord you knew, but contend now with Darth Akheron, Lord of Wrath and Rage. Master of Darkness. And I will have my vengeance even if the galaxy itself must burn for it. You cannot kill the Darkness, the Sith are eternal, and shall always be."

Edited by Karys Narat iv-Adas
  • Like 2

https://jedirp.net/topic/4851-trodai-narat-iv-adas-darth-akheron/

Akheron.jpg

 

 "Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light." - Darth Akheron

 

I survived the Great JNet Outage of 2012

Link to comment
Share on other sites

It wasn't long before Darth Mavanger reached the lone Jedi, separated from his kin and his allies. The Linnorms hadn't recognized what he was, the power he held. They were followers of the darkness, but they were blind to the machinations of the Force beyond what their lords allowed them to see. He could feel the other Sith's presence in the force, it's waves merely drops in the ocean of what his own fury entailed. They stood in a plaza, the Wookie's cover unbroken to those around him. A charade, then. He strode forward, his calm only a mask, hiding the truth of what he was.

 

"Tell me, conscript. Mercenary of my ally. Do you feel it? The light, coursing through the world. Darth Akheron does not realize that his world has already fallen, and if you stand here, unafraid, then I wonder if you, too, are ignorant of this world's sealed fate. Even now, he grandstands. He speaks of hatred, and fury, and rage, but what could he possibly know of such things? What do you suppose has happened to him that drives his anger?"

  • Like 1

 

 

mavms.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

There was indeed a noise, a voice that called out to him directly. Not one that resounded within his own mind, but an actual physical voice. The confusion of the streets and what was happening stirred with darkness, yet not consuming. His eyes darted from one person to the next, until he saw a lone man walking up towards him. Dark Side energy radiated from him, yet not so much that would be overwhelming. He was clearly a master of the Force, much more so than the others around him. With the Force also flowing through him, he knew the man understood what was before him, a Jedi Master. Strangely, he did not choose to address him as one. Letting his paw grip the lightsaber hilt given to him by Sandy, he turned and stood upright and locked his own position to be square with the man.

 

The questions presented were ones that didn't provoke a straight up fight. They were all hypothetical in some regards. Maybe even an attempt to break the lines, or to test him to see if the Jedi before him was indeed one he may have heard of from stories of old. Yet he didn't think any of those options were the reasoning behind such strange questions. No. The Sith was simply bored. He felt it. The one before him was a warrior. A familiar presence he had felt before, but could not place as to where. If the Sith was seeking either a psychological debate or a philosophical one with a Jedi Master who was also a warrior like him... Such words offered up would only show age and wisdom gained. 

 

<< Anger is rooted in the feelings of being wronged. But such a thing is an emotion. All emotions are personal and cannot be universal. Perhaps something about this place has personally wronged him. Therefore, through a lack of control over the emotion, has let it consume him. But then again, don't we all have a driving emotion that could potential drive us? Could not anger, grief or maybe something worse take us on a blinded path? >>

 

Even as the words came out, he felt his own grief over Raven rise up within him. Kept calm and cool due to his own center now based within the Lightside of the Force. But how long would that hold under the circumstances?

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

There. She could feel him before she could see him. A man, such as he was, a head above and  standing in the centre of a sea of the perverse ‘Linnorm’ breed of Falleen. Outside his ring of men lay the corpses of the resistance. Crumpled, lifeless, and cut down before they could see their summer of freedom. More names to carve on the memorial to those who had fallen in the face of Sith tyranny. Names of simple folk beside the names of empresses and princes. Equal in courage and in death. 

 

The Massassi had grown since they had last met. Both in stature and in power, a power driven by the sharp burning of rage which echoed off of him like waves in the force strong enough that she could almost feel the heat of his anger on her face. An anger quickly explained as he opened his mouth to speak. She slowed to a stop, standing a distance in front of the Sith Lord as he spoke. In her experience with the Sith, save for cat-eyed Nryrys, there was always the desire to monologue. To build themselves up in cloaks of words befitting kings before they set to their bladework. To justify their evil deeds and to mock those they had destroyed. Trodai was no different. He spent his breath in a blusterous outrage about his desire for revenge and gratification for his destruction of all that may have been good about Falleen. 

 

“You may call me what you wish Trodaí, but I will not call you the name which you have claimed. It is a name of suffering, of agony and angst that does not deserve the breath it takes to utter its foulness. I only wish that you had taken the chance of redemption all those years ago for you have wrought only destruction in your pursuit of me. Show me what you have learned in the darkness.”

 

It was time. She took another breath, her bright green eyes glancing across the ruined street then back to the Sith Lord. She shook her head. Bright golden hair bouncing past her shoulders. It’s platinum locks catching distant light of fires that lit the horizon. Her hand fell to the lightsaber shoto that hung from a ring at her hip. Her other hand outstretched to the civilians and militia that lay in the gutters, their bright red blood mixing with dust and fallen ashes. 

 

“This planet cries out for Justice against you Troidai, and I will see it done.” 

 

The same thread of justice that had brought them together on Nal Hutta. The same justice that had shaken the galaxy to its roots. She pulled upon that thread, and prepared to fight. 

  • Like 2

senay.png.2f049a5f093fee4ce31600cce37c9cbb.png

Calix Meus Inebrians

Link to comment
Share on other sites

For Lenna Kill and Keenava (Also Tharn and kadi)

 

Frustration was building in the horde, their voices raised in a great groaning and a wailing which filled the air like a chorus. They tried, they surged forward towards the two Jedi but where there was no darkness they could not go. One brave and foolish consumed rushed too far, stepping out of the shadows. But where his feet found the light he found unbearable. He screamed a wicked scream. A violent unending scream that seemed to echo on every corner of the landing pad. He tried to turn, to pivot and return to the darkness but his feet found no purchase. They were beings of the darkside. Whatever they had once been had been fully surrendered to the shadows of the serpent. They had devoted fully to him, first to the princes of shadows, then to the shadows themselves. For as water washes away dirt so too could the lightside purify the darkness. And if the being was fully in the service of darkness, what was left behind when washed away? Like wax melteth before the fire so the darkside would perish.

 

The Linnorm screamed again, this time a whimper. A child's cry of fear as he pawed at his eyes. His flesh melted away, bones and sinew too, until only ash remained. 

 

A ripple of fear coursed through the crowd of red eyed linnorms. Some at the edges of the crowd turning and running away. But the woman at the center stood still. Unwavering as the light began to creep towards her feet. She reached out her hand again to the girl. But now. She was out of her reach. 

 

The child twitched in a violent spasm as the bright light of the force surrounded her. Vomit and blood spewed forth from her mouth in a spray. Hissing and sizzling when it was exposed to the brightness of the force, as if it were water upon a frying skillet. The girl shook, her arms outstretched, pale green fingers convulsing as whatever shadow had been bestowed up her by ritual was drawn from her like poison from a wound. 

 

The woman screamed then and turned. Running away towards their temple. The heart of darkness. 
 

For the gemcut Solus

 

Linnorms obeyed his orders, though he and those in the palace were fiercely set upon by the militia and civilian fighters. They would have their planet back. Damn the Sith and all their demons. 

 

For the Sovereign Knights 

 

The tanks intercepted the first few coil gun bolts with the makeshift cages strapped across their turrets that had been specially designed by some smart engineers to stop tandem charge rounds. But alas they only stopped a few blasts from the coil guns before the next few blasts penetrated armour and the tanks were utterly silenced. One crew was able to bail out, but the other crews were not. Consumed alongside the ammunition stores in a gout of fire that blew the turret of their tanks in a fantastic explosion. 

 

For now only a few heavy gunned Chariot LAVs remained as mechanized infantry. The rest of the local forces on the line having either fled or reduced significantly in strength save a linnorm Eweb and mortar team who laid down a withering barrage on the Sovereign forces and their Knight leaders. 

  • Like 2

NPCs for boardwides and small stories on request

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The sea of light side energy crashed against the cliffs of darkness and as if a thousand years passed in a moment began to wear away the jagged edges of evil all around them. The purity of the sea never tainted as it cleansed they that stood against them in the tidal surge of the force. Leena felt Keeneva’s presence, familiar with the darkness and yet, set apart, fresh water poured into the sea, carve a hole in the jagged surrounding presence, creating a river by which the torrents of light could pierce the shadow.

 

When the first agent of darkness attempted to breach the light, his body was enveloped in the cleansing power of goodness. Any that was tainted, poisoned beyond curing, was burnt away, like cancer before the scalpel and cleansing radiation. Leena’s face fell as the realization dawned upon her. These beings, so consumed by the darkness, had pushed themselves beyond the natural fall of sin until that disgrace was all that maintained them in this mortal world when they should have passed on long ago. Theirs was a false existence, that of unnatural binding to this mortal plane, one of slavery and suffering. They would know no else and to purify them was to scour their souls needlessly into the fires of purgatory. 
 

So as the army of iniquity began to turn, their fringes fleeing toward the city proper and their unholy temple which radiated with darkness, Leena knew what must be done. She looked at her companions and was reminded of their oath as Jedi. Theirs was a purpose greater than their own preservation and if their sacrifice could save a single soul, so ought it to be. 
 

“They must not be allowed to run freely in the city or many more lives may be lost.”

 

And in that moment, Leena allowed the growing plume of light to fall, to linger on in the hearts of do gooders and and sizzle in the air as it clashed with the energies of darkness. All that remained was the healing wash of energy that Leena purged the not yet encompassing darkness from the girl that had fallen before them.

 

Looking to @Tharnanion, the Mon Cal called out, “Get her to safety!” She waved at the child beneath her feet before looking to @Kadi Silan and @Keenava Dira “Stop them.” She waved at the fleeing queen of the damned. “The city must be protected, lest our brethren Knights be overrun.”

 

Leena stepped forward, her hands weaving through the air as if parting invisible waters, weaving the force into the very air itself, drawing upon the same energies that had repulsed the army of ill intent. This time, however, Leena directed the energies beyond their small group sending a physically solid wall of glimmering light crashing down beyond the fleeing Sith spawn. A moment ago, when healing was still an answer, they had repulsed this army; now, the wall of light began to encircle them all, army of deranged Linorms and Jedi alike. This was a cancer that Leena and company would have no choice but to cut out if this soul of this city, this world, was to be saved. The ancient and proud Falleen deserved nothing less.

 

  • Like 1

image.png.daf7e9c75e1f2acba314151d968a7e3b.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Akheron almost laughed at her at how she suggested what she had done was a potential path of redemption. No it had simply been another set of chains to put upon him, in his refusal he had removed the shackles. Even now she denied what he was, who he now was and in doing so insulted him...for that she would pay dearly. She even thought all he had done was just in pursuit of her alone, how naive she was in that thought. It had never been about her, although she had a part to play in it all along the way. Not initially but she had made herself part of his designs when she had decided to engage him on Nal Hutta and interfere with the Sith. 

 

After that moment her fate had been tied to his, and he would claim the soul that had long evaded capture. The Fanged God and the Darkness demanded it. Demanded vengeance and retribution. Who was he to deny them. He kept his eye upon her, as she prepared to do battle and even as he continued to speak in response to her accusing finger. Her self-righteous condemnation of what she could never understand.

 

 "Redemption? Redemption! Ha! What you offered was not redemption...what you offered was more chains, more shackles to hold me from my true potential. A potential I have since achieved on my own. And you are mistaken if you think this was ever about you Master Sarna, far from it. However I cannot deny you became part of my plans. I was never in pursuit of you, you made yourself a target and invoked my Wrath and that of the Sith when you sought to interfere on Nal Hutta who were paying for their sins all those years ago. When you chose to humiliate me rather than offer a worthy death. 

 

You chose this fate for yourself, chose to have our destinies forever entwined as one. And now we come full circle. As for the Falleen, it is not Justice. It is a Betrayal. They willingly accepted what we offered, chose to be awakened and grow stronger for confronting and accepting their deepest sins no matter the price. Only now when the rent comes due do they scatter and betray. Only when their trial by fire begins, as the weak do. They run instead of facing their fears and becoming stronger for it. Disloyalty such as this cannot be forgotten or forgiven, they Falleen will pay the blood price just like you for this. I may have lost the planet but mark my words, this is not the end.

 

You may deny my true name all you wish, but you will not deny my Wrath and Rage. Let us begin this dance of death you and I. Let us end it in the only way it ever could truly end. As a mark of respect for your skill, I allow you the first dance, Master Sarna....make your move and we shall see who wins this day. Light or Darkness and decide the fate of Falleen."

 

With that he stood ready for whatever she may throw at him. Just as she pulled up in threads of Justice, he pulled on the Wrath, Rage and Vengeance of the Linnorms and the Darkness surrounding the planet. Drew it into himself and empowered himself to be ready for what lay ahead. For this would be the most intense and most exciting duel he had ever undertaken. And he would revel in it.

 

(( I allow you the first move. ))

 

https://jedirp.net/topic/4851-trodai-narat-iv-adas-darth-akheron/

Akheron.jpg

 

 "Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light." - Darth Akheron

 

I survived the Great JNet Outage of 2012

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Darth Mavanger frowned behind his mask as the Wookie moved for his weapon, a silent threat. He raised his hands softly, a sign of peace, at least for now. It seemed the Wookie knew his ruse was over, but the Warmaster had no intention of revealing it to the Linnorms. No- He had something much more promising in mind. Talk. He'd had precious few opportunities for it since his Masterhood. He couldn't express doubt, lest the others sense weakness. None questioned him, for fear of raising his renowned fury. Those who opposed him saw him as too dangerous to waste time talking, and his confidants were all dead, or missing in the wake of Nar Shaddaa.

 

"The flaw in your logic is not your doing- you do not know Darth Akheron as I do. This place has done nothing to him. It has served him faithfully, and loyally, as I knew it would when I sent him here to claim it all those years ago. In truth, he has little to be angry about save the loss of our empire. The war was kinder to him than most. He doesn't know what it means to lose something that you hold so sacred to your very soul that all that remains is rage. To be at such a loss that the only thing that soothes is to lash out, to destroy what has caused such pain."

 

He took a deep breath, breathing in the smells of a brewing warzone. Burnt tibana gas wafted through the streets, it's ionized scent singeing the senses.

 

"He won't achieve true greatness until he is no longer a slave to his anger. Until he learns how to shape it, direct it as his tool to claim his seat among the Sith Lords as I have. I suppose it doesn't matter though, seeing as how we've been all but exterminated. All that remains is this- lashing out against an alliance that we can't hope to stop. But if you and yours are determined to take me, you will have to earn it. Our empire is gone, but I will not go meekly to the slaughter."

 

 

mavms.png

Link to comment
Share on other sites

×
×
  • Create New...