Star Wars Jedi Resistance: Episode II (IC/Open)

[New Emphillon]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

The Jedi Order, the defenders of the Galactic Republic for nearly a thousand generations, is on the verge of extinction! The evil Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, begins his persecution of the Jedi Order with Order 66, which causes the Clone Army to turn on its former commanding officers. On the heels of his victory over the Jedi, Sidious declares himself the new Emperor of the Galactic Empire, bringing thousands of systems under his iron grip. To make matters worse, a Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker has turned on the Jedi Order and becomes the Sith Lord's apprentice under the title Darth Vader. The galaxy is plunged into its darkest hours....

But there is still hope. A few Jedi managed to elude their deaths at the hands of the Empire and are faced with a new decision ahead of them: to go into hiding or to fight against this evil and restore the Republic. The fate of the galaxy and the Jedi Order rest in their hands...

[New Emphillon]

Venator-class Star Destroyer Vigilance, Approaching the Zhar system
Approximately 12 Hours After the Execution of Order 66

Darkness. There was only darkness in the Force. Krass frowned in concentration, beads of sweat dripping down onto his furled brow. The light in the galaxy was all but gone, consumed in the vast sea of darkness and extinguished, like a fire being smothered. Pain echoed through the darkness, reverberating through the sea in waves and crashing into shore of Krass' mind. The Jedi Master felt the pain lance through him, causing him to lose his focus. He awoke with a start, initially unsure of where he was.

Krass sat in the middle of his personal quarters, trying to grasp the vision he had seen. That was no vision, he assured himself. It was far to real to be a vision. And the pain... it still clung to him, lancing through his body weakly but ever present. What had caused such a great disturbance in the Force? A knock at the door disturbed Krass from further thought on that question.
"Come in," he said, getting to his feet. His legs were numb from the discomfort of sitting in a meditative position for several hours and from the pain of the vision.

The door opened to reveal a clone trooper standing at attention with his helmet tucked underneath his arm. Physically, the trooper did not differ much from his brothers- a squared jaw, short dark hair, and black eyes that gave the troopers a haunted look- though Krass knew who it was before him.

"Sergeant Dev," Krass saluted. The trooper returned the salute briskly, before returning to his stiff posture.

"Sir," Dev replied. "I came to inform you that the admiral wishes to speak with us immediately."

Krass nodded and walked toward the door, lossing his balance for a moment as another wave of pain lanced through him. He quickly recovered and met his colleague in the hallway.

"Are you alright, sir," Dev asked.

"I've been meditating for quite a few hours, Dev," Krass stated flatly. "My legs are just beginning to get regain some feeling in them."

The trooper grinned slightly and shook his head. "I don't understand this Force thing, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to meditate so long that your legs fall asleep."

Krass was not amused by the comment. "Meditation is essential, sergeant," Krass said sternly, using the clone's rank to express his displeasure. "It allows Jedi to find peace and provide us with knowledge. Any physical discomfort that we may encounter as a result is unimportant."

"Yes, sir," the clone replied with a hint of sarcasm, showing the laxness of the relationship between the men.

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The bridge of the star destroyer Vigilance had an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation for the battle that was to come following the fleet's departure from hyperspace. Sitting behind the trapezoidal-shaped observation deck that held the crew pits was the command room for the vessel. Flight grids, sensor readouts, and various other equipment lined the walls of the room, with a large holo-projection pedestal sitting in the center. Crewmen bustled about the control room to gain information from the equipment, feeding what they received to their commanding officers.

Standing by the holo-projection pedestal was the admiral of the small fleet, Nex Arlyal. The admiral's hawkish features and trim figure gave the man an intimidating appearance, a trait he used to his advantage when he felt it necessary. Next to him stood a clone who went by the alias of Skip (short for Skipper), his charcoal black eyes focused on the hologram before the two officers. From what Krass could see upon his arrival, the image was that of Zhar with its several moons and satellites. The two men turned their gaze away from the projection of the gas giant and saluted the Jedi master and his companion and saluted, which Krass and Dev returned in kind.

"You requested us, admiral," Krass said as well as he could. The pain from the mysterious disturbance continued to sap him of his strength, but he dare not show that.

Admiral Arlyal nodded and motioned for the pair to join him and the captain at the projector. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, general, but we still need to address the matter of how we wish to go about destroying the enemy shipyard. We have yet to formulate a plan."

Krass grimaced internally. Prior to the disturbance he felt, Krass had gone to his quarters to come up with a plan to eliminate a Separatist shipyard thought to be under construction above one of Zhar's moons. However, he got side-tracked by his vision. Now that he was supposed to present it, he was not sure as to how to proceed. Using a Jedi calming technique for the tenth time since he had left his quarters, Krass proceeded to explain his plan.

"I'm afraid that I do not have much," he admitted. "But it is hard to formulate a plan when we have very little information about what is ahead of us. We have no information regarding the size, the internal layout or the defenses of the shipyard. We have no idea as to the security of the facility nor do we have its production capabilities. All we do know is that it is there"- he gestured to the hologram before the four of them- "at Zhar.
"However, I do have an idea. If we send a small strike force to board the shipyard, we may be able to destroy it from the inside."

The admiral frowned at that. "And how do you intend for this small strike force to cause any damage when we have no idea of the internal layout of the shipyard, as you yourself have just said?" The two clones at the projector stared at their commanding officer for an answer.

Krass was silent for a moment before he answered the question. "By stealing a ship," he replied.

The hawkish Arlyal raised a bushy eyebrow at the answer. "How does that help destroy the facility," he demanded.

"Simple," Krass said, thinking the plan through as he went along. "The strike force would have to capture a vessel of sufficient size, no smaller than a frigate. Once the team is aboard, they can set the ship's reactor to self-destruct, which will cause severe or even fatal damage to the shipyard, depending on its size. The strike team should also meet very little resistance, as most of the security would most likely be aboard the shipyard itself. Once the shipyard is destroyed, the fleet can mop up what security forces are left to defend the smoldering wreck."

Now understanding Krass' plan, the men nodded in agreement. "General, do you have the strike team picked out already," Skip asked.

Krass nodded. "Aside from myself and Dev, I will take Sabre and Dagger squads," he said, referring to the two clone commando squads under Dev's command.

The admiral folded his hands behind his back as he straightened himself. "Then have your men prepare themselves, General Udelles," he said. "We will be arriving at Zhar within the hour."

With that, the two pairs of officers saluted each other and dismissed.

[Draica]

Corucsant, Jedi Temple Library

Master Tribili was roaming the temple archives, reading a bit of Jedi literature as he walked down the vast and extensive aisles of the temple library. The old Jedi was a regular here, as he did not see very much of the battlefield these days. Age is not what slowed him down, in fact the Force is what kept him strong and whole. When he was not in the library he was in his chambers, meditating or on a peace mission to another planet. Tribili would then go to sit down, a slight sigh escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. Then immediately, his eyes snapped open. A shift in the galaxy just happened, something was not right..
"I feel..Something.." He said. Then all of a sudden the sounds of blasters being fired rang out outside of the library, followed by the cries of padawans silenced by the verberating sounds of a lightsaber. A major change in the force had just happened, why were clone troopers shooting down padawans? Why was another force sensitive cutting down padawans? This was not good and Tribili knew it. He immediately got up and fled the scene, thrusting into the force and running faster than a normal human could run out a back entrance of the courthouse, making his way down to the hangar. Immediately he hopped into his starfighter and turned it on, putting in the controls and quickly taking off to the atmosphere. No doubt the troopers would've tried to shoot him down, however they were preoccupied with the other Jedi at that moment. Once he escaped the atmosphere and made it to space, he put in the coordinates for his home planet and ripped off into hyperspace. At the same time, he sent an encrypted message in Jedi code to every surviving Jedi he could.

Not too long after. - Cosia


The Jedi starfighter shot out of hyperspace and over Cosia. Immediately he entered the atmosphere and made a landing near a small bungalo, a home he once owned before moving to Corucsant. The encrypted signal continued to blast throughout the galaxy, waiting for a Jedi to respond..

[Pantorrum]

Mon Calamari
Royal Palace
Master Kirax Kitomo frowned as he sat in deep depression. He had suddenly been hit by a sudden shocking emotion. He was extremely powerful in the force, and felt the deaths of litterally thousands of Jedi at all edges of the Galaxy. He dropped down to his hands and knees as both the Quarren and Mon Cali Parties looked on in shock.

The Mon Cali King asked kindly, "Is everything ok Master Kitomo? What has happened? Should I get our medical team?"

Kirax rose slowly and swam back up to their level.
"No, something terrible has just happened. I sense the emergence of a truly evil force in this Galaxy. I sense the end of of an era and the death of the Jedi. I can feel my friends dying. I am very fortunate I did not accept either of those three Council offers, because I would to be dead. I understand you have a quarrel amongst you, and I have been here for two days working out the details of this deal. I feel like we will need to work together in the future. The future is clouded, but I sense dark times ahead."

The two parties nodded, and signed the completed treaty.
The Quarren spoke.
"Master Kitomo, what will happen to Mon Cali if the Jedi are dead?"
Kirax sighed as he responded.
"I do not know, but I promise you that I will never leave this world to be destroyed by the for we may soon face. If no one else, I will protect you. I must go now, there is much to be done."

He returned to his ship sitting on the surface, a craft holding a few Senate Guards and no clones.
"Master Kitomo!" A guard was yelling from the ships cockpit.
Kitomo arrived quickly to see what was wrong.
"We have a coded message from a Jedi. It appears to be addressed to Surviving Jedi. Perhaps you can interpret more of it."
The message displayed holographically before him. He read the distress of the message and responded.
"This is Jedi Master Kirax Kitomo, what has happened now? What is wrong? I can sense the catastrophe that has occured, and I desire to meet with you in person. I will not reveal my location for my own safety. I request that you meet me on Alderaan"

[New Decius]

Docking Bay for Venator Star Destroyer Justice; Coruscant Military Spaceport
Approximately 12 Hours Post Order 66 being Initiated

After returning from Rhen Var having beat the Separatists all the way back to their factories, and finally arriving back on Coruscant, it quite surprised Jedi Master Byron Arklight when instead of the Jedi Council greeting him, a company of Coruscant Guards met them, with their blasters pointed at Byron.

They weren't even speaking but they just aimed at the Jedi Master whilst the Clones whom had stepped off the ship with him had different reactions; many drew their own blasters and also pointed them at Byron, with only 23 Clones not doing so and also staring around in confusion, including Commander Striker and the nine Troopers of the ARC I Team. Byron looked around him as his hand slowly and subtlety lowered to the hilt of his blade. "Men what's going on-" A Coruscant Guard Captain suddenly interjected. "Per the Initiation of Order 66, all Jedi are hereby declared enemies of the Republic and are to be executed. Men fire!" And then they began to fire at Byron.

In a flash both of his blades were up and all one could see of Byron was a blur of white as he blocked bolt after bolt of energy and for several minutes it remained such until Byron had to stop out of slight exhaustion and the clones to change out their energy packs. However, then two blaster bolts flew past Byron and slammed into the Guard Captain, as he fell back dead. Byron turned to see Commander Striker holding two smoking blaster pistols. Byron looked over at him as he caught his breath. "Commander Striker?" Striker walked up to stand next to Byron as the rest of the clones who had not drawn their blasters on Byron followed, with ARC I covering their rear. They formed a circle.

Striker slowly aimed his pistols around while waiting for their enemy to make the first move. "We may not know what is going on sir. But we do know one thing. We've fought alongside you through this hell of a war for over two years and you've brought us through it. We'd stand by your side no matter what sir." That brought a smile to Byron's face even if his mask hid it. He resumed his defensive stance and then shouted out orders. "Hurry, to the Excelsior, it is still attached to the Justice!" And with that the battle resumed.

The Jedi Master and his Clone comrades slowly made their way back to the docking port, cutting down men of the Coruscant Guard and the 861st alike as they managed to make it back to the docking port. Six Clones were lost from their group as Byron shut and locked the docking port. They could hear the Clones banging on the door on the other side as the group rushed down the tube and towards the ship. Two Clones blocked their path and aimed their blasters but Byron pushed them aside with the Force.

They fought their way through the ship until they reached the docking port leading to the Excelsior, a Consular-Class Corvette attached to the Justice. According the Striker, they had just enough room beneath the Star Destroyer to launch and then enough room to clear the edge of the warship and head skywards. Along the way to the Corvette they had lost seven more Clones leaving their group at just Byron, Striker, and the nine Clones in ARC I. They rushed along the tube to the Corvette and boarded the ship, and seeing as the crew had been among the Clones the group had been forced to kill, they had to man the crews positions at the helm.

Within minutes they had detached and were soaring along the underside of the Justice before they broke clear of the edge of the massive Star Destroyer and soared up towards space. Now Byron took notice of the smoke coming from the Jedi Temple and he felt a strain at his heart. He went to the communications station and sent out a Jedi Code across the galaxy reading:

Code: Select all

This is Jedi Master Byron Arklight. Clone Order 66 Initiated. Jedi have been declared enemies of the Republic and are to be executed. I have escaped Coruscant with several Clones from the 861st who refused to obey the Order. To all Jedi receiving this message, get clear of your Clone Legions and do not attempt to return to Coruscant.

Byron began to think of where they could go to flee the reach of the Republic, and decided to go to the one place where in reality the Republic had stayed away from, the edges of the Outer Rim where neither the Republic or Separatists had ventured to due to lack of military value. Specifically the planet Hoth, ignored since the Great Galactic War thousands of years ago.

So he decided to send out a message on an encrypted Jedi Code, stating that if any Jedi wished to find each other, to go to the Hoth System. He only hoped his old Padawan, Kite also received this message.....


Bridge of the Venator Star Destroyer Sun Storm; 78th Star Corps; Orbit over Tatooine
Approximately 12 Hours after Initiation of Order 66

Kite sensed the Clones approaching him whilst he sat cross legged at the viewport meditating, before any of his physical senses registered them. He could tell their intentions already were to kill him, and that made him angry. Yet he also lived for the thrill of battle, he hated being idle. So a smirk was brought to his face as he continued to meditate but spoke to the Clones. "Silly, Silly Clones, thinking you could sneak up on a Jedi." His eyes bolted open. "What fools you are."

And then he leapt up into the air, drawing his bright green Lightsaber as he did and slicing the heads of the three Clones as was in the air and then as he landed he turned and used the Force to blast over a dozen Troopers back into the Communications Center with one flying right into a console and being fried. Kite then noticed that some of the technicians were drawing blasters so he jumped down into the tech area to his right and began to cut through the Clones like they were paper, until that was finished and he got on to the other side.

After he was finished with that, a number of Troopers had come to the Bridge and so a battle ensued. Kite went through the ship over the course of an hour, killing any Clone he came across as he made his way to the Hanger. He'd already set the ship to self-destruct before leaving the Bridge. He intended to take his Starfighter down to Tatooine while the fleet was distracted with the destruction of their flag ship.

Soon enough the Eta-2 Starfighter was soaring down to the planet of scum whilst the fleet was searching the wreckage of the flag ship. Now Kite was receiving several coded messages from Jedi around the galaxy, several from his old Master, with one asking surviving Jedi to go to Hoth. Well that would be difficult for Kite to do since his Starfighter's Hyperspace Ring was destroyed with the Star Destroyer, so it looks like he'll have to find some scum and/or pirates on this rock who he could manipulate into getting him to Hoth.

[Gotengo]

Naboo Swamps; Naboo
Approximately 12 Hours after execution of Order 66

"May you find serenity in death, my disciple." Axel Ily'ra Kal said as he pulled his crimson Lightsaber out of the body of his former disciple Namur, which lay alongside the bodies of six white armored soldiers whom Axel believed to be Clone Soldiers which had been widely spoken of on Naboo for the past three years. He had to kill his disciple to make any who came looking for the soldiers think that no one had escaped from the battle and all were killed. Now he had to find a way off planet and to find out what was going on.

Axel soon was walking amongst the streets of Theed observing the Holonet News there to find out what was happening. The idea of this Galactic Empire and the declaration of the Jedi Order as traitors to the Republic made him laugh in his mind. 'So the old fools finally got it did they. Let the galaxy fall into this pit of darkness.' He proceeded to the Theed Spaceport to charter a ship off this planet. Though he did have to think about where to go.

He finally decided on Muunilist, the finance capital of the galaxy, to secure funds for any future ventures. So it was that the fallen Jedi managed to make his way to the Theed Spaceport and charter a freighter to Muunilist utilizing some credits he had stored over the years.

[Reddogkeno101]

On the surface of Trandosha
Approximately 12 hours after the execution of Order 66
Hark was patrolling the underground of Trandosha with his 4 ARC Troopers, when he felt a sudden surge of pain. It was unlike anything he had ever felt and it was showing as evidenced when Commander Windward helped Hark up and asked him what was wrong. "I felt a great disturbance in the force. Like thousands of force-sensitives suddenly ended their connection to the force, one way or another... and I feel... cold and like a great darkness that has been lurking there for a long time has revealed itself in it's full form." Hark said.
"Hmmmm, I've never seen a Jedi this concerned before, I'll contact Headquarters on Coruscant for you." Commander Windward said as he got out his communicator. "This is Commander Windward to Republic Headquarters, my Jedi General was wondering about his comrades."
Republic Headquarters interrupted "This is Republic Headquarters, Order 66 has been issued, the Jedi must be executed immediately. They are traitors to the Republic."
Commander Windward closed his communicator, but before he could do anything, Hark had drawn his lightsaber. "So you've been ordered to kill me... will you?"
"Sir, I appreciate your skill as a commander and a jedi, but I must follow or...." but before Windward could finish his sentence, Hark had sliced Commander Winward's and his Deputy's heads off and ran towards the other two, and proceeded to slice them in half as Obi-wan had done to Darth Maul years ago.
Hark wouldn't be safe for long, because the Republic ship above the planet would likely send reinforcements to kill him, so Hark went to the spaceport and took a flight to Polis Massa, where he would seek sanctuary until he could head to his true destination, one that was barren and stark, different to it's past and a place where the Jedi were at home, and it wasn't Coruscant; it was Tython.

[Draica]

Mon Calamari
Royal Palace
Master Kirax Kitomo frowned as he sat in deep depression. He had suddenly been hit by a sudden shocking emotion. He was extremely powerful in the force, and felt the deaths of litterally thousands of Jedi at all edges of the Galaxy. He dropped down to his hands and knees as both the Quarren and Mon Cali Parties looked on in shock.

The Mon Cali King asked kindly, "Is everything ok Master Kitomo? What has happened? Should I get our medical team?"

Kirax rose slowly and swam back up to their level.
"No, something terrible has just happened. I sense the emergence of a truly evil force in this Galaxy. I sense the end of of an era and the death of the Jedi. I can feel my friends dying. I am very fortunate I did not accept either of those three Council offers, because I would to be dead. I understand you have a quarrel amongst you, and I have been here for two days working out the details of this deal. I feel like we will need to work together in the future. The future is clouded, but I sense dark times ahead."

The two parties nodded, and signed the completed treaty.
The Quarren spoke.
"Master Kitomo, what will happen to Mon Cali if the Jedi are dead?"
Kirax sighed as he responded.
"I do not know, but I promise you that I will never leave this world to be destroyed by the for we may soon face. If no one else, I will protect you. I must go now, there is much to be done."

He returned to his ship sitting on the surface, a craft holding a few Senate Guards and no clones.
"Master Kitomo!" A guard was yelling from the ships cockpit.
Kitomo arrived quickly to see what was wrong.
"We have a coded message from a Jedi. It appears to be addressed to Surviving Jedi. Perhaps you can interpret more of it."
The message displayed holographically before him. He read the distress of the message and responded.
"This is Jedi Master Kirax Kitomo, what has happened now? What is wrong? I can sense the catastrophe that has occured, and I desire to meet with you in person. I will not reveal my location for my own safety. I request that you meet me on Alderaan"

Cosia

Master Tribili would notice the message and would walk over to his starfighter. He would immediately press the receiver button, and his image would show up on the screen.
"This is Jedi Master Tribili speaking," He said in a grave tone of voice. "Master Kitomo, I am glad to see you.. Something terrible has happened, the Clones have turned on the Jedi. They marched in lead by a fallen Jedi and executed countless padawans. I do not know what will happen to the Jedi Order, but I know this, the Sith have returned and we've been deceived. This is a threat that we must combat and combat it early if we are to be effective. But first we must meditate on the force..I advise trying to seek out Master Yoda or master Obi Wan, if they still live they will be good allies. But let us continue this discussion further on Alderaan." He said. He hopped into his starfighter and plopped in the proper controls, the hood closing and the starfighter lifting up to atmosphere and blasting off into space. The astromech in the starfightr, R4-T5 made a few sounds.
"Haha that's right R4" Tribili said, chuckling weakly, "we're going to Alderaan." He said, punching in it's coordinates and zipping off into hyperspace..

[Pantorrum]

Mon Calamari
On Board the Unyielding Hope

Master Kitomo nodded as he was informed that they would indeed be meeting on Alderaan. It was very important that he get there and fast, as his ship had detected and Imperial I Class Star Destroyer entering the Mon Calamari system. If he did not leave in time, he would be dead with the rest of the Jedi at the temple.
"Guards, it's time to go. Engage the engines and take us into Orbit Captain, send all 6 men to their battle stations. Shields up."

The Captain complied.
"Yes sir, we will make quick time."
The ship shot off from the ocean with such velocity that the water rippled violently beneath them and a huge plash of water occured. The ship ascended quickly, and edited just as the Star Destroyer came into view.
"Damn, the Star Destroyer is closing in sir!"

Master Kitomo frowned as the ship came into view. He could sense the captain's thoughts shift strongly to the small Consular ship.
"I will take the Helm Captain. Instruct the man to be ready for engagement."

The Captain rose and sat in the Co-Pilots seat.
"Ok, ready?"
The Captain nodded, and the ship jolted forward ever faster through space, approaching the Star Destroyers bridge at such speed They could not reactbfast enough of the ship did desire to smash into the bridge.
The Star Destroyers fired, but the guns managed to mostly miss. Using his superior Jedi reflexes, he swerved between laser shots and managed to avoid all but two blasts that landed squarely on the forward shield. It rocked the ship, but he was already going very fast and was not slowed at all.
In only a few minutes, he had arrived at the Bridge and swirled upward. He did so at the last minute, missing the Bridge narrowly by just 16 meters. He rocketed forward into space above the Star Destroyer before engaging the Hyper drive. He was on his way to Alderaan and had left the Empire in the dust.

"That was a close one, Captain. We will have to be careful with our actions, this new threat is very serious. We might have died there. I wonder how They new we were here?"

[Cainesland]

Ornathor meditated within his meditation chamber. His mind was clouded with thoughts of the commotion he helped put an end to for the people of Ilya, and the tragedy whose origin still proved to be elusive. The pirates that tried to sack the world were tied in sticky webbing and stuck to the walls of his space ship. Slowly, all 8 eyes opened with caution as the sound of beeping made it's way to his tempanic membrane of a body. His body dropped from meditation stance and he began walking to the secure comm chamber, ignoring the muffled attempts to bargain or plea from the pirates who deserved what was awaiting them in republic prisons. On his way to responding he paused, and recalled that first he had to send his long overdue update. In it he spoke of the quelled pirate attack, the discovery of force sensitive twins, and a growing economic disparity between the planets and moons that could lead to a sector wide growth in separatist sentiments if left unchecked. The update was in the form of a holo recording, and was one he would regularly send via galactic mail, due in part to the distance and remoteness of the outer rim sector when compared to coruscant.

Soon after sending a copy electronically to the post office to be transferred, Ornathor went ahead and pressed play on the incoming message. It was a message that he could not, and would not, believe. <How could the Jedi be dead> He thought. <What if it's a trick?>. <Surely I can't go meet with this person, he could be a conspirator. My best bet is to stay put and do my job>. Despite everything he thought to himself, he still had his doubts. It still had occurred at the same time as a massive wave of living force ceased to exist, a tragedy. <And... What if they are telling the truth? Jedi don't lie. Then only a handful of us are left, and that means the sith will rise again if something isn't done. But the council in trusted me with the oversight and defence of this sector. If I go to Hoth or Alderaan, I'll be leaving this sector without aid.>.

After a considerable amount of mental back and forth he decided that his best course of action would be to at the very least, reply.

Hello surviving knights and consulates. I am the watchman of Calaran. I will not state my name fore if you are a member of the fallen order you would already know it, and if you are not then this message doesn't concern you. I have recently been made aware of a certain unfortunate set of circumstances that we are all aware of, a lost comrade or two if you will. I regret the occur above as we all do. I have also been made aware of an expedition to Hoth and Alderaan, this expedition is something to which much intrigue has been shown by myself. However, with the most sincerest of regrets I cannot in all honesty, commit to the attendance of such a gathering. I have numerous reasons for this. First of all, my high council assigned task as watchman obligates me to stay and defend this sector. Second the safety of such a gathering is questionable. Thirdly it is too far to travel for myself. I would however be at your service to attend by hologram if such a connection can be established. Thank you for your patience and understanding comrades.

Sincerely


Arch-Magnus Archaic
Watchman of Calaran
Grand Champion of the Great Hunt

P.S. Should any of you need to find me, or need me to find you, contact the Hutt clan, The watchman of Mandalore, or broadcast on this frequency the message "Fangers and caramel wanted on coruscant" I'll meet you on Kashyk.

Prepare for Sic-Six on hoth. Good day.

[Hafflegar]

Weapon master Quinn Starrunner 17:30 hours: 10 minutes before the issue of order 66


Quinn Starrunner stood motionless, the humming of his double-saber the only sound in the room. Slowly, Quinn opened himself up to the force, feeling the ever so familiar cold rush as the power washed through him. He felt it was akin to stepping under a gently flowing waterfall, letting the waves carry his physical senses away from him. Once he was fully submerged in the force, he began his ritual dance, using only one end of his staff and wielding it like a one-handed lightsaber with an extended grip, he flowed through the forms. Shii-Cho transitioned into the Makashi into Soresu effortlessly, blending the forms of attack and defense into a single, elegant form. Suspended outside of his conscience like he was, Quinn could almost see himself as if in the third person, letting his instincts take control. He could feel his next moves before his muscles executed the maneuvers, flowing into the more aggressive form of Ataru moving so quickly that all one watching from the outside could see was the blue blur of his lightsaber, almost making him invisible in it's glow. With a force-augmented leap, Quinn sprung into the Shien form, going from seeming wild attacks to more precise, accurate flurries of attack and defense. Sliding his hand down the hilt of the saber, suddenly the other end of his double-saber hummed to life adding to the fascinatingly deadly dance as he transitioned to the long, sweeping styles of the Double-bladed saber combat. Executing a backward flip, he landed with a flurry of strikes too quick for a non-force user to counter let alone see, being augmented as he was by the force. Even a force-user would be hard pressed to fend him off. Some people claimed that the only one who could match him was Anakin, and the only one who could beat him was Master Windu himself.

Suddenly, he felt like he was physically ripped from his trance-like state, losing concentration and being thrown to the floor by the sheer impact of it. He struggled to breathe as waves of despair, anger, and fear pulsed through him from the force, followed by the faint sound of screaming. Letting go of the sensation left him dizzy and nauseated. Head pounding, he tried to rise to his knees, only to stop and retch on the floor. "What happened?" he said between panting breaths. As the sickness faded, he realized with growing dread that something had gone terribly, horribly wrong. He got to his feet, still a little dizzy and realized that what he thought was the pounding of his head was actually the pounding of boots on the durasteel floor. Embracing the force once more he extended his senses out past the training room doors and felt more than saw the troop of Clones getting ready to breach the doors to the hall. Quinn could tell by their auras that they meant to murder him this day. Suddenly, the doors blew inward and off their hinges from a directional charge and Quinn sprung in to motion activating his double-saber and using the force to augment his speed. Quinn charged into the squad of astonished clones, his weapon a blur in his hands as He heard the familiar sounds of his double-saber doing it's work as it effortlessly cut through the soldiers in his path. Once he opened a gap big enough to get through, he made a run for it, deflecting the panicked blasts of the surviving clones with a whirl of his weapon and sending a few bolts back toward the troopers pausing long enough to send an arch of force lightning into them and then running on. He knew that blast didn't kill them, he was not strong enough to generate the power needed to kill, only stun. Enhancing his senses and a few other things was about the extent of his ability. Rounding the corner, he ran into two more Clones running toward the fight and with a twirl of his saber sent both of the tumbling to the floor, legs separated from their torsos.

Quinn Starrunner slowed down as he got to his chambers and spotted the door was breached open and he could hear two clone troopers talking inside, tossing things aside and out into the hall. He deactivated his saber and slowly started to creep up to his door. "Find anything that can tell us where he went!" he heard one of them say, "Yes, sergeant" the reply. Sneaking up to the door he saw that they both had their backs turned toward him. "Just as well" he thought to himself as he quietly stepped into the doorway. Easing the Calaban 64 out of his holster hanging by the door, drew a bead at the trooper to his right. The clone armor was some amazing stuff, able to absorb or deflect some heavy blasts but at this range, it didn't matter. Besides, a Calaban was designed to punch through most armors. Firing his blaster into the back of the clone on the right, he lifted the one on the left into a force choke, mercilessly crushing down on his windpipe. As the one clone dropped to the floor, the threw the sergeant he had in the choke through the transparasteel window and out into the night sky. Pumping three more rounds into the other clone still in the room, he turned and slammed the close button on the door to his cell, then shot the panel. Alarms buzzed as the door sealed itself and engaged the emergency lock down, buying Quinn some time. Quickly, he donned his armor and grabbed a few essential items including his calaban, a vibro knife, a cred chip containing about a thousand creds on it and a long jacket. He ran to the hole in the window and looked out, temporarily shocked motionless by the carnage he saw down below. The temple was burning, the Jedi being slaughtered as wave after wave of Clone trooper marched into the temple. That was all Quinn needed to see to make up his mind, "We've lost today, but we will rebuild." Scooping up a com-link and hooking it into his utility belt, Quinn leapt from the window using the force to slow his descent as he hopped from balcony to balcony. Once he was a relatively safe distance away he looked back on the temple, his home for twenty-one years for what felt like the last time, put the hood of his cloak up, and disappeared into the streets of Coruscant.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Obroa-skai
Celebratus Archive

From the window of the great library the Jedi Kyle Cosmos looked out into the night. He was facing where once stood the Jedi Academy of the planet Obroa-Skai. A faint red and orange glow was emanating from the heavily damaged structure as embers and small flames continued to burn. The building that once held so many beings was now devoid of any life. Cosmos brought forth the memories of the battle that claimed the lives of everyone participating. Everyone but Kyle Cosmos and his squad of loyal troopers. He remembered the opening moments of the conflict when the first Jedi was gunned down. At first Cosmos assumed that separatists were assaulting the jedi however it became quite clear that it wasn't. Many members of the academy especially the younglings and padawans were caught off guard when the clones fired upon them. Seconds later a torrent of violence ensued stretching all around and within the academy. It was clear that the clones wanted everyone that called the academy home eliminated. The ferocity in which both sides fought would be remembered by the planets inhabitants for years to come. Cosmos was brought back into the present when his communicator began to beep. He could hear the sound of his Consular class starship landing in front of the Celebratus Archive. Turning around he walked to the opposite wall where several holocrons were downloading the contents of the archive. These were the holocrons he had brought from Coruscant to deliver to the academy. When the devices had finished uploading all information he picked each one up and carried them back to his ship. His squad of clone commandos was waiting for him. Each one soluted him as he walked aboard the vessel. "Report commander." "General, we've completed the task of retrieving everything of value from the academy. Weapons, lightsabers, ammunition, Jedi related objects, and everything else that wasn't nailed to the ground is currently either in the weapons locker or cargo bay." "Excellent, we leave for the Hoth system immediately." "Hoth, sir?" "Hoth commander, surviving Jedi, if there are any, are regrouping at that location. I'll go to the surface alone. You ten stay on the ship." "Yes sir." "On the way tune into the holonet frequencies. Let's see if we can make more sense of what's happened." As the ship broke through the atmosphere and entered hyperspace Cosmos reached into the Force. He felt near complete darkness. It was up to him and what was left of the Order and its allies to bring balance to the Force. Or die trying.

[New Emphillon]

Dev and Krass found the two clone commando squads in a gymnasium toward the front of the vessel, each one of the eight clones going about their exercise routines and using the various equipment in the room. Unlike their fellow "brothers", the clone commandos were easier to distinguish from each other based on their movements and personalities, things that regular clones did not have much difference in. They were also more physically fit to deal with the demands their missions required of them. It impressed, and slightly unnerved, Krass how much the commandos tried to keep at their peak efficiency.

As the doors hissed shut, the clones stared at the two new arrivals and quickly snapped to attention. "Attention! Commanders on deck," one barked, with all of the clones saluting in unison.

Krass and Dev returned the salutes, though Krass did it with some effort; his arm felt numb from the bombardment of pain. As Dev went to inspect the cluster of commandos before them, Krass tried once more to slip away quietly; Dev could handle the debriefing while he tried to comprehend the disturbance in the Force. Unfortunately, he was unable to do so.

"The general will explain what the mission is," he said, turning toward the Jedi master. All eyes shifted toward him, the haunted gazes of the clones burrowing deep into him, making him even more uncomfortable than he already was. He tried to size up, preparing to deliver the debriefing without giving any hints to his ailment.

"Commandos," he began, "we are about to depart hyperspace for the Zhar system. As you know, we are about to drop ourselves into hostile territory without even the slightest hint of information. In other words, this will be a blackout operation." The clones seemed to stiffen slightly at that, but it quickly passed. Krass continued, ignoring the sense of anxiety that emanated from the clones before him.

"Our part will be the most important, as I have chosen all of you to be a part of the strike team that will board the shipyard and destroy it, which will be led by me and Sergeant Dev. Unfortunately, as we have no data on the internal layout of the facility, we are going to have to improvise. Using a stealth gunship, we will proceed to board a vessel docked with the station and capture it. From there, we will rig the vessel's reactor to go critical and abandon the vessel as soon as we have ensured that our sabotage will not be undone. I don't think I need to explain to you what the results of such an action will be. After that, it will be a simple matter of clearing the system of the remaining Separatist forces." He concluded his statement with, "Any questions?"

The clone commandos continued to stare at Krass, acknowledging his debriefing of the mission ahead with slight nods. They knew what to do- they were commandos after all. With no misunderstanding between them, Krass saluted the commandos once more for dismissal. "Get yourselves ready and meet in the hangar in one hour," he said before turning to Dev.

"I will be in my quarters if you need me," Krass said.

Dev nodded, putting his old Phase II ARC trooper helmet on his head. "We'll meet you down in the hangar, sir," he said through the speakers of the helmet.

As he turned away, Dev took note at the haste in which his colleague left the room. Something was wrong, but he didn't wish to pry. Not yet, at least.

---

The walk back to his quarters allowed Krass some peace to comprehend the disturbances he had been feeling, albeit with some discomfort at odd intervals. In his mind, Krass went through what he knew so far: the light in the galaxy- the Jedi, from what he could gather- was disappearing at an alarming rate, leaving behind nothing but an eerie darkness to take its place among the stars. With each flame that was extinguished, a wave rippled through the Force, crashing into every being that was attuned to it and leaving behind nothing but echos of death.

But what is causing it, Krass thought. There were a number of possibilities, which Krass tried to rattle off in his head, though none seemed to make much sense. Even the idea that the Separatists had developed a new weapon did not stand up to the facts at present. Nothing the Separatists developed could cause so many deaths in the Jedi Order; a droid was simply no match for a trained Jedi and his/her clone forces, no matter how sophisticated. This fact has been proven time and again, yet the members of the Confederacy of Independent Systems still poured their research into developing weapons that could change that fact into a lie.

That left very few explanations left, but Krass quickly dismissed them as well. Frustrated, Krass opened the door to his quarters and behind him activated the privacy lock. He needed to be alone with his thoughts.

With no explanation coming forth to present itself, Krass knelt down by his bunk, opening one of the compartments in its base. Inside lay a wooden case the length of Krass' forearm. Made of from the wood of the wryoshr tree on Mrkyr, it was presented to Krass as a gift by his former master, Aldus Jeth, for completing his journey to being a Jedi master himself. Krass had held on to it all these years, his only possession aside from the robe on his back and the lightsaber at his hip. He removed the case from its hiding place and held it, examining the craftsmanship of it. He opened the case, the hinges squeaking as they scraped each other.

Inside, nestled on a red cushion sat the lightsaber of Krass' master. Its pearl grip gleamed in the light, casting a silver glow that was amplified by the plasteel inlay that kept the cylinder together. The controls for the lightsaber sat in the center, juxtaposed by red and green buttons. The internal workings of the lightsaber hummed with energy from the crystal power source, ready to unleash the weapon's deadly potential at a moment's notice. Above it, etched into the inside of the lid, was the final line of the Jedi Code: "There is no death; there is the Force."

Tears stung Krass' eyes and a lump formed in his throat, which he struggled to swallow. He never truly got over the loss of his master, despite the fact that Jeth had passed away eleven years before. Since then, Krass had secluded himself from others, which was not too hard, given that he had little contact with the Order during his missions anyway. However, some missions would prove to be very difficult and when Krass felt at a loss, he would look at the lightsaber before him, staring into its pearl and plasteel as if the answer he sought was inside. He did so now, staring intently into the cylinder hoping to find the "secrets" it hid and solve the problem that hung over his mind.

He did not have to wait long, as a new explanation presented itself from the deep confines of Krass' mind, though he did not like it. Yet it made sense, no matter how much he rebelled against it. He just wished it wasn't true. It couldn't be. It can't be! And yet... Adrenaline rushed through him now, his senses enhanced expecting danger at any moment. Krass closed the case he held and retrieved a mesh sack from another compartment. He placed the case inside, along with a change of clothes and a few ration bars. He slung the sack over his shoulder and dimmed the lights in his room. He turned to glance at it one last time before sealing the door behind him. He would not be coming back. Krass just had to make one more stop at the ship's armory to retrieve a few things before he departed for the hangar to meet with Dev and his commandos.

[Cainesland]

Ornathors ship flew through space to Hoth. Ornathor watched, hanging from the ceiling from a thread of web, as the droid pilot led them to Hoth. With the hyperdrive online, the lights (ranging across the light spectrum) from hyperspace danced in his octo-eyes. Greens, blues, ultra-violet, all presented themselves to Ornathor like a screensaver. A song he knew all to well began playing from the ships music system/ intercom. A song he picked up while meeting a smuggler on mos eisley at a cantina. Ornathor dropped from the roof, content with the progress of the expedition. He hoped to be there soon, but for now he had determined that meditation was needed.

He walked down the hallway of his vessel; Passing pirates that were glued to the wall. As he walked it dawned on him yet again how effective the pirates weaponry was, as he thought back to the prior battle. Sure, it wasn't the most up-to-date, but it was resilient, reliable, and up-to-snuff given their needs and circumstances. The train of thought led him to think of the collection of arms that he had collected from the pirates he had laying in the cargo hold. However now was not the time for worrying, now was the time for silence, for careful thought and consideration.

Ornathor walked into the meditation chamber. A circle of candles were placed on the floor. With a wave of the hand they lit. He walked into the circle and closed the door with the force. Silence filled the room following the closing of his eyes. His body lifted off the floor as meditation began.

<Meditation>

Eight arachnid eyes opened and 8 legs touched the floor when a jolt woke him. The ship had arrived in orbit above Hoth.

[Draica]

Alderran

After a long travel through hyperspace, master Tribili's starfighter ripped out of hyperspace and back to real space, appearing over the lush and beautiful planet of Alderran. Tribili's gaze fixated on the beautiful surface before pressing a few button and taking his ship off of it's hyperspace ring, and sending it directly towards the planet.


"Beep boop, boop bee" R4 muttered happily.
"That's right, R4," He said as he grabbed onto the controller of the starfighter and prepared to make his descent into the atmosphere. "This is a peaceful planet and I doubt the new regime, whatever it is, will have much interest in being here at first." He speculated. The jedi Starfighter landed on the platform of the Alder Royal Palace and opened up communications with Jedi Master Kitomo.

"Master Kitomo," Master Tribili said, "I'm on Alderaan, right near the Royal Palace. I await your arrival."

[Hafflegar]

Weapons Master Quinn Starrunner: 7 standard hours after the fall of the Republic. Time-00:30 hours


Quinn Starrunner strode through the crowd, using the force to subtly nudge other pedestrians out of his way and blend in with the masses. He knew he was being hunted, he could feel the squad of Clones slowly closing in on him as he made his way ever deeper into the slums of the Yamin sector. He had few advantages over his pursuers and one of them being that he knew this neighborhood from experience. The last seven hours had been turmoil as he felt through the force more and more of his brethren die as they were systematically hunted and slaughtered by the new regime. They called themselves "Empire" and had branded all Jedi and anyone who associates with, or aids them as traitors. The story was that Jedi Master Mace Windu and the whole Jedi Order tried to overthrow the supreme chancellor in an insidious plot and that it was disrupted by loyal subjects, or so the News vids say. Quinn had spent that time changing the way he looked. Shaving his hair and face, burning his Jedi robes and adopting the look of a bounty hunter. He still wore his armor under his long coat and kept his double-sabre hidden in one of it's many inside pockets so the only weapons visible were the blaster on his hip and the vibro knife strapped to his belt. Turning a corner, he headed down a narrow alleyway and took the time to glance back. They were close, real close. Quinn knew a confrontation was inevitable and that it was only a matter of time before they found him, and then killed him. He had to get off planet before he was eventually discovered.

"How do they know where to look for me is the real question" He said aloud to no one in particular. Looking around the alleyway, he made a quick assessment of the situation and started down the alley again, taking a sharp left turn and then a right. He ducked into the doorway of an abandoned building and discovered that the plasteel door was partly lodged open. Looking around to make sure no one saw him, he pushed the door open a little bit more eliciting a loud squeal that made him stop immediately, wincing at the sound as he detected the squad had moved into the alleyway that he had just vacated. "How do they know?" he thought to himself, "They shouldn't be able to find me". Sighing and using an old Jedi calming exercise, he squeezed through the door and slipped inside.

[New Decius]

Orbit of the planet Hoth; Outer Rim
Approximately thirteen standard hours after execution of Order 66

'No wonder the galaxy forgot about Hoth.' Byron thought as he looked out the viewport at the frozen world before him. 'It doesn't exactly appear to be a place one would want to remember. All the better for holding a secret meeting.' Byron placed his hands on the back of the Pilots Seat, currently occupied by Vane a Sergeant in ARC I. "Take us down Sergeant." Vane nodded and the ship began to head down to the planet.

As they cut through the blizzard ravaged cloud cover in the planet's sky, Byron was able to now see the many hundreds upon hundreds of wrecks from the Great Galactic War on the planet surface. He saw many different classes of ships from the Republic and the Sith Empire alike. And he also noticed their scanner was essentially knocked out by the weather conditions, which could mean that Imperial ships would also be affected; one could but hope.

Commander Striker walked up next to Byron and took a look around out the viewport. He whistled as he noticed all the ships. "That's a lotta wrecks Sir. If you don't mind my asking, where do you intend for us to land?" Byron pointed to a mountain some clicks away from the current hovering position they held. Only there was a massive hole at the foot of the mountain, though once they got a little closer, Striker saw that it was a Hanger. "What is that?" Byron stood up straight as he checked his communicator for any alerts before answering Strikers question.

"That is Aurek Base. In the days of the Great Galactic War it was the center for Republic military operations on Hoth. During the Great Galactic War, the Republic forces stationed at Aurek came under heavy Imperial attack and though they managed to repel the attack, they were cut off from the rest of the Republic....." As Byron was talking he was opening up storage containers in the ship looking for winter equipment. He was very lucky that they had just returned from a campaign to Rhen Var and the ship still had a lot of winter equipment on board. He rummaged through a pulled out a parka which he began to don. ".....The garrison had no way off planet and no where to go on planet. So they just stayed at Aurek to wait out the war. Clinging to the hope that the Republic would send relief. It never came." Byron then gestured for the Clones to get ready which for them meant getting prepped for a fight.

Striker was puzzled as to how the Jedi Master knew so much of events which happened several thousand years ago. Before he could ask, Byron answered the unspoken question. "I studied it in the Jedi archives." And then they landed inside the Hanger of Aurek Base.

Byron was the first to step down from the ship to the icy floor and took a good look around. It was a morbid sight. Frost-bitten skeletons in the uniforms of Republic technicians and engineers lay strewn about all over the Hanger. Byron suspected he would meet the same sight should he remove the helmets of the Troopers and Pilots. 'What a horrible way to die. Clinging to a hope of rescue. Only for that hope to fail you.' Byron thought as he proceeded down a hallway with Striker and ARC I following but Byron stopped and turned around.

"We'll need someone to stay here to keep a lookout for anyone." Striker picked out ARC Troopers Thump and Iron to be the lookouts. With that the group proceeded deeper, towards the Command Center.

When they found it, the group quickly spread out to check the status of the equipment. Remarkably enough most of it was still in working condition, including the central console which Byron began working on.

He was sending out a new code along with a beacon. Only this was a singled out three thousand year old Jedi Code which the Empire likely wouldn't pick up unless they were specifically looking for it. Which was still a risk, but it was more important to find who in the Order survived and gather them at a safe place.

Code: Select all

This is Jedi Master Byron Arklight to all Surviving Jedi. Come to the planet Hoth. It is too much to explain over communications but please trust me. The gathering point is Aurek base, the former Republic Command Post on Hoth.

Once the message was sent Byron began looking through the databanks until he ran into an encryption network so he called over ARC Trooper Slice to crack it. It took him several minutes but he managed to do so and when he did, numerous holograms popped up on the central console.

When Byron took a closer look, he saw they were schematics! For Republic Combat Gear, Weaponry, Vehicles, and Starships from the Great Galactic War! Thousands of schematics and all of them complete to the finest detail.

Striker turned to Byron after the moment passed. "What is this Sir?" Byron looked ahead at the schematics with a firm gaze.

"This Commander, will be what helps us take the galaxy back from the Empire."

[Capsland]

Mygeeto
The battle raged on, the droids were putting up a costly fight for the clone troopers with about twenty clones dying from every CIS turbo laser blast. But none of that mattered now. Ki Adi Mundi was killed by his own soldiers, right in front of Tann. As the clones around Tann drew their weapons, Tann pulled his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it. A green light blurred across the clones. They all fell to the ground with burn marks on their armour.

The other clones were too occupied with the droids, this gave Tann the perfect chance to plan his escape. He was currently located in a small building. He could see the battle from out the window, the two sides killing each other but the clones ultimately had the upper hand. Tann darted down the corridors of the building. Soon, the clones would realise that Tann had not been killed alongside his mentor Ki Adi Mundi and send out search parties, despite of the ongoing battle with the droids.

Tann eventually reached Ki Adi Mundi's Jedi starfighter. Without hesitation he jumped in and booted up the engines. At this point there were multiple clones closing in on him shouting "Halt!" and firing on the ship. Luckily the starfighter's shields could withstand the blasts. With haste, the starfighter started to rise and zoomed off into the atmosphere. Two ARC-170 Starfighters appeared, from what seemed like out of nowhere, and began firing on Tann. He dodged most of the blaster fire and eventually lost the fighters in a cloud of dense smoke and debris.

Tann was finally in the orbit of Mygeeto. The Republic and Separatist fleet were still fighting and destroying each other, this gave Tann yet more cover for him to quickly dock with the starfighter's hyperspace ring. He didn't know where he would go, back to Coruscant? Surely this was an isolated incident. Something told Tann that it wasn't and he feared the worst. Still, he had tears running down his face, without Mundi's guidance, he was lost. Then suddenly he got an encrypted message, not in a standard Republic encryption.
"This is Jedi Master Byron Arklight to all Surviving Jedi. Come to the planet Hoth. It is too much to explain over communications but please trust me. The gathering point is Aurek base, the former Republic Command Post on Hoth."

This confirmed Tann's suspicions. 'It could be a trap. But there's nowhere else to go...' He thought to himself. This was the best lead he had, it was best to follow it. He typed in the coordinates for the Hoth system and in an instant the fighter darted off into hyperspace.

Hoth
After what seemed like an eternity, Tann finally reached the Hoth system. The cold dead planet had an ominous look to it. 'This is where people go to die.' He thought. He remained under radio silence as to not alert anyone on the planet in case it was indeed a trap. He flew the starfighter down to the planet surface near the beacon's location, under the cover of the blizzard he landed a safe distance away from what seemed to be a hangar of an old base just like the message said.

He could sense another force sensitive. 'Was he captured by the clones? Is he working with them? Was the message true?. So many thoughts went through Tann's mind, he didn't know what to believe. The blizzard was getting worse, he only had one logical option, he had to confront the senders of this message at the base. He searched through the storage of the Jedi starfighter to find Jedi robes that would keep Tann slightly more warm than his current attire.

He made his way through the blizzard, which was starting to clear up. He made it to the hangar where saw two ARC troopers. He immediately got startled by the appearance of these troopers as it had been the same kind of ARC troopers that had killed Ki Adi Mundi. Before they could speak he lifted up his hand and force pulled their weapons away from them then he ignited his green lightsaber with haste and pointed towards them.
"Who are you and what the Hell is going on?" He said in a serious tone.

[Reddogkeno101]

Polis Massa Spaceport
Hark was approaching a ship merchant from Mandalore to purchase a transport to go to Tython, when he heard his communicator beeping. It was a secret old frequency not used for centuries. He read the message and understood what he must do, so he purchased the ship from the Mandalorian, using his credits saved over the years and his armour and vibroblades he used in his spare time to train with. But before Hark reached his new ship, he spotted some clone troopers who had just landed at the spaceport, searching for Jedi. "Oh hell no," Hark said to no one in particular, as he hid behind a container, peaking at the clone troopers. A protocol droid and an R2 unit walking by held up the Clone Troopers as the protocol droid asked for directions, which gave Hark the opportunity to run for it, which is exactly what he did. Hark ran up the ramp, got into the cockpit and prepared for take-off. It didn't take Hark long to realise he wasn't alone here, and there was a clone with his blaster pointed at Hark's temple.
"What do you want clone?" Hark asked.
"Answers, sir. About Commander Windward. Why did you kill him?" The clone replied
"I killed him because he was about to kill me. Order 66 has been issued. Why haven't you killed me yet?" Hark said
"Because sir," The Clone replied, as he took his Helmet off, revealing his true identity "I'm not a clone."
"Kilath? Is that you? But you left the Order a decade ago." Hark said in astonishment
"Ah, but I'm not the only one," Kilath replied, as the other "Clones", who were in the hangar, took their helmets off, revealing themselves to be former members of the Jedi Order who had left years ago.
"No...you can't be here. Too many force sensitives in one area will attract the attention of the Sith. We all need to leave. Now! You all need to split up or go to remote world where they cannot detect you." Hark shouted
"Very well old friend." Kilath said, as he waved for the others to put their helmets back on and go back on their ship.
At the same time, Hark let Kilath off, and took off, headed for Hoth.

Hoth
The intense storm was interfering with the sensors, but Hark had heard of the place where he was headed and what it meant to be going there; it was the last resort; the last safe place in the galaxy. To be going here meant the final stand had occurred and the Jedi forced into exile. As Hark approached the base, he slowed down to inspect what he could see of the wreckages from the Great Galactic War. He now saw why he had come here; because it was the last place anyone would come; even Jedi. Inside the ship was a pair of heavy boots and other heavy arctic gear, into which Hark changed into as he landed. Exiting the ship, which he had christened, "The Resurgence", Hark saw some Arc troopers standing guard over the base, and another person standing near them. It almost looked like... Tann? He seemed to have taken their blasters away from them. This was a tense situation, so Hark, in all his imposing Trandoshan figure, walked towards them all and drew his double-bladed yellow lightsaber.
"What is going on here?"

[Cainesland]

HOTH

Ornathor walked out of the meditation chamber and looked around. The pirates were causing a racket. It was nothing more then a series of muffled words but to his extraordinary hearing it might as well have been a carnival. Forced to ignore them he brushed his way to the bridge, walking on the roof. He looked down at the pilot. A pilot droid, the most intelligent one he could get. His gaze then shifted towards the ice world below that the ship had begun to descend upon. The supposed salvation lied beneath, and yet he doubted that highly. An eery feeling filled Ornathor, making him feel like the best course of action would be to go back to his sector and stand guard for threats. But he had given his word so now he had to do this. Meet with others.

The white painted vessel that was his ship fell orderly from orbit Into the atmosphere. A message began to appear on the screen, informing him of wear to land. "Go there droid" Ornathor commanded in his usual high pitched voice. His eyes fell upon the heads up display (HUD), the shift in temperature was great as a blizzard took hold around them. They had evidently began to rely on radar. The vessel closed in on the base and landed in the appropriate spot within the hanger.

The bridge viewing glass fogged up immediately, resulting in even less being able to be seen then prior. "Initiate a bio scan, I want to know if we are in the right place". Ornathor commanded. The scan versified his location having other forms of life and this being the coordinates he assumed he was in the right place. But was this a trap? He couldn't be sure. With only one way to find out, he left his ship, dawning his custom made mandalorians armour and telekinetically wielding his two lightsabers. As he left, he kept his mandibles shut besides to say "I'm the watchman of Calaran, I've come for the meeting". He saw another Jedi not far away with his lightsaber lit and other ships nearby. The meeting looked rather standard, given the recent confusion. On his 8 legs he approached the other jedi. silent as the lambs.

[Pantorrum]

Master Kirax Kitomo
Alderaan

Master Kitomo has just exited Hyperspace above Alderaan and received the transmission.
"I have arrived and am descending into the atmosphere now. I will meet you where you are."
His Consular ship, the Unyielding Hope, touched down and the 6 Senate Guards and the Captain assembled in the meeting room.
"Alright men, I am going to meet with another Jedi Master. All of you will remain with the ship. Captain Utili, make sure to keep an eye out for Imperial Craft. If you see one approaching, immediately leave. Do not wait for me. I want two men at the bottom of the ramp at all time, no one comes aboard unless they are with me."

He walked down and made his way to meet with Master Tribili.
He bowed his head respectfully as he arrived.
"Master Tribili, it is good to see you alive." The fading sunlight on Alderaan shed lightly on his green skin. Master Kitomo had been a Jedi his entire life, and he had never been to Alderaan but once. He had met with Senator Bail Organa on this planet and discussed his concerns with the Chancellor and his small suspicion. Of course, none had believed he was the Sith Lord until the last moments of the Jedi Order. Not until it was to late.
"We have a very serious situation. Have you been contacted by other Jedi? I do hope there are others alive. I have sensed the vast death of thousands of Jedi. I have sensed my former Masters death as well, Master Kit Fisto. I can not believe this has happened."

[New Decius]

Aurek Base Hanger; Hoth; Outer Rim

The two ARC Troopers, Thump and Iron, held their hands up in the universal 'I'm not going to hurt you' sign, but then a voice shouted out "WAIT! Don't kill them!" And Byron came running out of a doorway leading from the Command Center followed by Commander Striker and the other seven Clones in ARC I. They came to a halt next to the two ARC's as Byron approached the other Jedi.

"These clones refused to obey Order 66, ordering them to kill all Jedi. They even helped me escape Coruscant when the rest of my Clone Legion turned on me." Then he realized that some might not realize what has happened. He sighed as he gestured to Tann. "Could you please give my men their weapons back. If the Empire finds us, elite soldiers like them will be a great help to our survival." Then he unclipped one of his Lightsabers to show he was a Jedi as well.

He then gestured around at the base. "I remembered this from my studying of the Jedi Archives and realized that Hoth was the last place the Empire would come looking for Jedi." He then again realized he had yet to explain exactly what was going on.

"Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious, he was behind the Clone Wars and pulled the strings of both sides. He has dissolved the Republic and replaced it with the Galactic Empire." He choked on the next part. "He also issued Clone Order 66, ordering Clone Legions to turn on their Jedi Commanders. I know not why these men here did not join them in trying to kill me."

Commander Striker spoke up now. "We may not know what is going on sir. But we do know one thing. We've fought alongside you through this hell of a war for over two years and you've brought us through it. We'd stand by your side no matter what sir."

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Hoth

"General, I insist you take guards down to the planet's surface." Cosmos shook his head as he boarded his Jedi starfighter. "If what we've learned from the Holonet is correct the clones of the Republic military turned their weapons on their Jedi commanders. Many of the Jedi down there probably had to fight through their own legions to get here. Seeing a trooper this soon will probably result in you getting beheaded and Force thrown across the planet. Trust me commander, I'll be fine. Keep the hyperdrive running in case we have to make a quick escape." "Sir, yes sir."

As Cosmos entered Hoths atmosphere and flew into the blizzard he used the Force as his guide. The moment the Jedi began to be killed in mass caused Cosmos great pain and sorrow. The Force was filled with darkness and despair. However Cosmos saw light for the first time since the Jedi purge began. He followed the path until he came upon Aurek base. Exiting his craft he entered the structure and joined the group of other Force sensitives. He listened to Master Byrons explanation of the current situation.

"According to the Holonet frequencies from the Core Worlds a legion marched on the Jedi Temple as well. Everyone inside was massacred. I don't know if any survivors managed to flee in time."

[Draica]

Alderaan

"Well, Master Kitomo," Tribili said, resting both of his hands on his cane and hanging his head low. For the first time as a Jedi Master Tribili showed an expression of emptiness. The emptiness was delivered by the execution of the Jedi Order, a gaping black hole in the force had now emerged, and it was taking a toll on him. Master Kitomo might sense this.
"Clone troopers have been ordered to turn on the Jedi, I believe. The last thing I saw of the Temple was a legion of troopers, led by another Force sensitive who I sensed to be none other than young Skywalker, marched upon the Temple and executed anyone and anything in their path." He said, looking further down to the ground as he began to utter his next sentence. The next line was monotone, no sort've emotion in it whatsoever.
"Even the younglings." He said, dread filling his eyes as he looked up to Kitomo.


"Which is why, Master, we must attempt to establish contact with any and every surviving Jedi in the galaxy. Period." He said, taking out a hologram and sending forth an encrypted message in Jedi code out to the galaxy once more, the message would say the following
"Jedi Master Tribili to all remaining Jedi, if you're getting this, pick up. Me and Master Kitomo are attempting to establish contact with you."

[Hafflegar]

Weapon master Quinn Starrunner: 7 standard hours after order 66, Time-00:45

Quinn Starrunner slid his lightsaber out of the clone trooper's torso and let the lifeless corpse sink to the floor, a smoking hole in it's chest. Quickly searching the bodies of the five dead clones he gathered anything that could be of use to him including a blaster rifle with spare energy packs, a couple thermal detonators, a com-link with Imperial frequencies and a some food rations. It had been a short fight, Quinn having ambushed them as soon as they entered the small building with a blast of force lightning and stunning them long enough to finish them off. It was a dirty way to fight but Jedi were practical beings and Quinn considered himself more practical than most. He heard the com-link he had taken from the Squad Sergeant suddenly spark to life, "Delta three-four, this is Delta five-four. What's your status over?" the all too familiar voice that every clone trooper shared came back after a brief pause, "I repeat, what's your status, over?" Quinn bent down and retrieved a breaching charge off of the belt of one of the clones, "Delta command, this is Delta five-four moving to three's position, requesting additional backup. Squad Three-four has gone dark." Quickly moving to the back of the building, Quinn set the charge on the wall, activated it and cleared away from the blast area. "Delta Five-four this is Delta command, sending backup to their location. Rendezvous with Delta squads eight-seven and nine-six. Delta command out."

With a loud blast, the wall exploded outward, showering the street with burning bits of duracrete. Quinn stepped out of the hole and sprinted off into the slums, using the force to speed him along through the winding streets.