The Force Reborn: SWG Community Only

[Orthodox Gnosticism]

Star Wars: The Force Reborn

Nathema, an insignificant agricultural world of the Sith Empire. For thousands of years, Nathema laid undisturbed, ruled by a Dark Lord of the Sith, until the end of the Hyperspace War. Then something impossible and mysterious happened. The Force died here!

The recordings of the time, and the event were lost to history, as every bit of life suddenly vanished, organic molecules ripped from the bodies into the massive void. Not even technology was spared. Electronic creations, droids, machines, everything that ran off energy in a silent cry shut down.

Nathema once a world of life was now barren. The winds died, and countless eons of solar bombardment from the near by sun erased all color on the perfectly preserved tomb world. Nathema was erased from all records by the Sith Emperor, and like the life and energy of the world, vanished.

Two Years Ago

A small woman draped in White, walked softly down the long dull grey Dura steel hallway towards the command area. Her image was the opposite of what most would have imagined the Sith to look like, small, thin, with long dark hair and draped in white, but Sith wasn’t a uniform. It wasn’t a religion to her, it was simply freedom, freedom from the trappings of dogma, from those who would call themselves masters, and the power to keep her free. It was freedom from everything but the Force.

Her soft steps was anathema to the usual powerful entrance of previous Lords of the Sith, as she walked on the command structure of the Shadow Academy modified station. The wind gently whipped behind her long white cape, with golden embroidery along the side that seemed to mimic ancient languages along the side, which was beautiful to look at, almost confusing literature and art into one hybrid child. In the center of her long cape, a simple peacock feather, green and purple with the all seeing eye that never moved from the center of the feather.

“Empress.” a man tall and built came walking briskly towards her, in his grey uniform. Her eyes glanced up to him. Empress, Sith, JedI, Orderman. Mother, Apprentice, Master, all were titles she once adorned as a cloak to hide herself from the outside world. All these titles carried with them ideas, duties, a destiny that was designed by others, to give a since of power and belonging. These were all ideas that imprisoned their wearer, forever locking them in a cage that they themselves desired. It was one of the greatest trappings in the known universe, and one that she internally loathed, but would suffer only on occasion.

“I take it that you have news from the surface then?” she asked him, her hands reaching forward and grabbing the tablet from his hands. “I’m sorry, Empress, but we lost another four droids down on the surface. We tried to pull them back to the shuttle before the Void drained them completely, but it seems the more we send down there, the stronger the void becomes!”

The void was the new term for the lack of force energy of the world. It was like taking a small can of compressed air, and letting it go into outer space. For a moment it would hold together, but soon would spread out into nothingness like it never happened. When she first set foot on the world, seven years ago, she remembered the horrible feeling, like being numbed, blinded, and deaf. Color seemed to be distorted, gravity seemed heavier, and each moment she was on the world she could feel the world grasping at her skin, like an invisible monster that tried to pull her body apart, molecule by molecule until she would simply be scattered alone in the great void.

It took all of her will not to fall apart, but even then the void gnawed at her, growing in intensity. It was the most horrific experience in her life, and she knew that had she spent more than two or three hours on the world, she would have ceased to exist. It was an interesting mystery, that she not only had to solve, but had to replicate. Her passion for the death of the force, became her obsession over this world. Here somewhere beneath the mindless void lay the true secret to destroying the greatest tyrant in the galaxy.

“So we have nothing again?” her cold and firm voice reflected the tired tone that she felt. Seven years her station had been on this world, looking for clues as to how this abomination could have surfaced and devoured this world, without so much as a foot note in the Conclave’s history books, or that of the Sith Empire of old. The only slight clue of it’s existence came from an old family legend of one of the great Corellian JedI families, Galek Shan, who descended from a long line of JedI, even claiming ancestry to Darth Revan and Bastilla, and later on Grand Master Shatele Shan.

It was from this legend she spent countless years searching, billions of credits, and more human resources than she could have imagined. Now that she was finally here, the world offered little in the great mystery.

Early on, her droid teams were able to discover the Security Core Computer of the planet, and after countless attempts, were finally able to bring the huge core onto their station. She would never forget how her joy soon turned to bitter disappointment, once the core was reactivated safely out of the reach of the void on her station. The core was connected to every camera on the planet, every terminal, and it was over all one of the most boring things she ever watched in her life. The comings and goings of farmers, even on a Sith run world, was extremely taxing to anyone’s patience.

The first glimmer of hope came from a broad band signal, after the death of Naga Shadow, a simple transmission calling all the Sith Lords to Nathema. It was unusual, especially for the Librarian King Vitiate. She moved to look at his file, and could remember being very unimpressed. In a great society of Warriors and knights, of Sith Sorcerors and magics that were so fanciful that no one in the galaxy would believe today, this unimpressive man simply kept books and computer records.

She watched as Sith after Sith landed on the world, coming in like flies to a jar of honey, and it was then that she sat up in her chair. “This had to be it!” she thought to herself. However the dark side was a cruel lover, as it flirted with her with the images, stroked her ego, and just before the climax of the event, the camera’s went blank. The event was never recorded past the Librarian dominating the mind of Sith far more powerful in stature than he.

Since that day, each discovery was just as unsatisfying. All the cameras in the world went out at the exact same time stamp. 00:00:01 Central planetary time. Hand held recording devices, National cameras, everything stopped as the Sith gathered on one platform, their minds broken by the Librarian.

“We might have a new lead, Empress.” the commander stated, as he watched her take the data pad out of his hand and read it over.

“A mining droid today found a hollowed out room, deep within the castle of the Librarian. At first we didn’t know what to think but then we saw these images, before it’s battery died.

She pulled up the images, and there were hundreds of scrolls, books bound in leather, perfectly preserved. Each of them had been out of the sun and elements for six thousand years, and without moisture or bacteria, the pages would be perfectly preserved. She could only hope and pray that this was the great treasure she was hoping for.

“Bring me all of those books!” she ordered as she turned to walk towards the shuttle bay. “If we can’t discover what happened, then perhaps we can discover how the Librarian did it!” He nodded, as he turned and began to issue the orders.

Present Day

Coronet City, The Corellian JedI Temple, Green Sector (Human only)

Galek’s hands were folded over themselves as he looked out over the grand city. The tranquil view of thousands of cars passing in the near by sky lane, as the sun rose over head soothed the JedI’s heart, as he closed his eyes and meditated on the force.
Coronet was the center of Corellia, and may as well have been the center of the universe, as he and all Corellian JedI were concerned. Here, the energy of the city fueled the five brothers and drove plots and alliances that rippled out in to the greater galaxy. Peace, Security, freedom, these were the ideals that drove the Corellians and here in the JedI temple, all of the energy of the city flowed to it’s central location.

Time seemed to slow, as the rays of the sun, covered his body in it’s warm glow. Through the force he could see the sun touching his Green long sleeve t-shirt, and brown cargo pants in ways that his human eyes never could. He could see the energy of the sun, the souls of the living walking day to day below. If he tried he could even hear the crying aliens in the blue sector being mugged by some Raman, or Rimkin scum.

He pulled back from the Blue sector, as he basked in the warmth of the light side. There was no emotion only peace. To feel compassion towards anyone, especially the aliens would be violating the JedI code. He couldn’t, wouldn’t betray the force for the unworthy Raman. Sympathy was for the weak, it was a tool of the dark side. If the force didn’t want the Ramans to suffer, then it would have manifested itself in their forms as a human.

Only the slight beep of an incoming call broke Galek Shan’s meditation on the force and it’s infinite mysteries. Slowly he opened his brown eyes, and reached down and pulled off his belt a small silver and circular disk. A simple red light beeped, and the disc vibrated in his hand.

Pressing the button, a small three inch figure of an older man, dressed in the ceremonial uniform of the Corellian JedI, a thick covering of armor, covered in ornate design, with a long green cloak that was attached at the shoulder.

“Master Merrick.” Galek Shan said, greeting the master of the Corellian order. The Corellian Order wasn’t like the JedI Order on Coruscant before the great cataclysm, or the newly established order on Tython. There were few JedI, only fifty or so JedI families, leaving the council to be made of the three oldest and wisest of the Council. Most of the JedI worked with CorSec, SiS, or various other government agencies, giving the blessing of the force to Corellia, and all it’s endeavors.

To leave Corellia was to invite death in the lawless and anarchic galaxy where Ramen and Rimkins dominated whole sectors, and tainted the very universe with their dark intentions and impure ways. It was a lesson that all Corellians knew. It was due to this natural fact, that Galek knew, his mission from the Force would be a very hard sell to the small council.

“Knight Shan.” the older Knight said in a smokey voice, and a hardened face that betrayed years of experience protecting Corellia and the Five Brothers from many threats. Two more images appeared, one of his wife, and Master, Rhea Merrick, and a third member, a younger man who no doubly had his father’s wealth contribute to his promotion, Master Henric Princeton.

“Thank you Masters for seeing me on such short notice.” Galek bowed slightly to the Council. “What I have to say could change the course of the war with Chaos, and destroy the enemies most lingering blight.”

“Go on…” Master Merrick ordered the knight.

Present Day

A Lambda Luxury Transport exits Hyperspace over Tython

She mused over the last scrap of works, each book of the ancient Librarian King, digitized and uploaded on the ansible‘s secure network. Her thin hand looked over the fine scan, it’s digital words forever preserved in the unaging landscape of Cyberspace.

She pondered how she would proceed? Would the Force allow a second attempt? All of these mysteries ran through her mind, as she looked out towards the blue ball suspended gently in space by some invisible string that she hated.

Her console beeped, as the shuttle approached the space. It was common for a planet’s customs service, or flight transponders to hail an incoming ship. To her surprise though, as she reached down and touched the console, it wasn’t either of the two, but instead, a tall man with a short hair cut, and a brown leather jacket.

“Ho Hera.” the man on the other end responded.

“Ho, Michael.” she responded simply, yet friendly. Reaching back, she pulled her white hood down. Her face was young and beautiful. She had olive color skin, with Black hair. Her high cheek bones, formed a beautiful and seductive smile, as her eyes slanted ever so slightly ,looked at the man before her.

“How are things on site?” she asked simply.

“Things are bad, my lady.” he responded, “The chaos infection has quite a hold on this world.” the man said as the image of the wind picked up behind him, and the gentle rain drops began to clang gently against his metallic armor. “Every day more people seem to become possessed. Crime has increased, and in this district. Honestly my lady, I have no idea how much longer the regional government can hold on.”

A thin smile creased her lips, as she leaned forward. “Don’t worry!” she told the scared man on the other side of the camera. “I am heading to Tython right now, to ask the JedI Council for their aid. They’ve always been known for wishing to help out others in need.”

“The JedI, ma’am? I don’t understand?” Michael asked confused, but the woman simply waived her hand dismissing his doubt and worry. “We need them.” she said simply. “With out them, we can never get the taint of Chaos off your world, and this galaxy will forever fall to chaos. It’s a calling I doubt even the JedI could ignore.”

“Yes ma’am of course!” he said, not fully understanding what the woman was talking about, but when did he ever truly understand?

“Have faith, my dear. Soon everything will be made right.” she said as she clicked off the communications channel. Taking the controls, she pushed the small transport down to the world below. She had to admit, she was a bit excited by the entire prospect. It was this world where the force was born, where the force grew and nurtured the early Je’daii, and divided itself between Ashla and Bogan, the light and the dark.

The shuttle began to shift and jerk, as flames licked against the shields, bathing the ship in glorious fire and light, as it cut through the planet’s thick atmosphere. Tython was the world where the JedI came to once more after abandoning Coruscant during the time of the Sith Empire, and a third exodus came not a few weeks before.

The shuttle flew over the ancient JedI Enclave, as she circled around the ancient and beautifully carved out temple. Tython was always a planet of refuge, and of new beginnings. How fitting was it, that in this third exodus, another new era would be born.

[Achesia]

Slick and black the Type III/VIP Utility Transport slipped through the atmosphere above Tython. Its hull was a dark violet metallic coating that some would argue looked black. As the evening sun reflected off of it you could see the purple hughes bouncing off the armor. Some of the younger levis in the Achari Army jested that it looked like a flying tube of ration paste, but its cylindrical hull soon sprouted four pointed legs as it approached the landing platform of the Tythonian government complex.

He was Lord of Northwell, a small but important fiefdom in the he Achesian Ascendi-Imperious Realm. His duties were far more in extent than a normal lord of his station. The Achular himself found trust in his abilities to spread the will and diplomatic embodiment of the Realm to other nations within the galactic expanse. Today Lord Rydar Koud the IXIV had been sent to Tython to treat on behalf of the Realm with the government of this system. The Realm needed allies where it could find them. There were none to be found on Randon or any of the other Achesian held worlds, the other factions had shunned it after Achular Titus the XIII "the dismay" carried out the widespread calamity known as the Rape of Randon when the Realm came back into power nearly 1000 years ago. While the terrors he unleashed allowed for the rightful rulers of the Achesian people to return to liberate their children from the grips of evil, it painted the realm in a most dark light that has caused an seemingly unending cold war between the Realm and the other factions. That is why Lord Rydar now goes system to system bargaining for the political and some times military support for the Realms cause.

As the four legged Type III set down on the platform the legs bent down as the ships grav-engines let off, they lowered the hull of the ship so that the bottom was just a few feet from the platform. Through the front cockpit window it could be seen as the pilot gave a nod towards the rear of the cabin, a nod signaling the all clear for the guards to lower the ramp and escort the Lord onto the platform. The side of the transport slid open horizontally and inside Lord Rydar dressed in ceremonial dress of the Achesian people, a black leather belted tunic embroidered with silver fastenings and an over the shoulder cape that swept across his upper chest. Above his heart was pinned the sigil of his house a golden fox.

Lord Rydar's household guards walked down the ramp first. They were dressed more modernly than the Lord himself but aspects of Achesian tradition still existed, black mat electro-duriplas armor plates covered their entire bodies including their helmets which were open faced. Over their mouths they wore a cover so that all that could be seen was their eyes. Their helmets were rounded off with the fox head emblem just above their nose on their central forehead. They were armed with Type V light spears, an laser weapon that emitted a electric-black colored blade that the guards could control the length up to 24 inches. In addition the spears had a short ranger laser weapon that had a effective range of 300 meters. On their sides they all had light swords, similar to their cousins the lightsaber, light swords emitted a multi-length thicker sword like blade.

As the guards made a circle around the Lord, he walked down the platform to be received by the Tython authorities and begin talks on relations with the Realm.

[Systems Amalgates]

Five Years Ago..
The Great Lava Forge of Mechis III
Arakyd-Geonosian Industrial Combine Corporate Space

It all started with a single idea, a single thought given form. The formless thought was then given a single physical form that would later pleases its Great Makers. The physical thought was then given a breath of life, neither in excess or scarcity nor in moderation but in enough to assume a new shape deemed to represent the will of the Great Makers themselves. The idea was then given a new metallic flesh worthy for its great cause, from the most exotic ultrachrome to brazed duranium and even wonderful hyperbarides that would serve as its container and as a testament of its eventual will befitting the Great Makers.

This metallic body was then wisped into life by gratuitous warmth of one of the largest artificial wombs of Mechis III, with the very essence of the stars themselves, and a select collection of exotic crystals that its Great Makers have scoured far and thin into the Galaxy at large, to be prepared for Their greatest work. The physical form, with a new body and the heart of the stars was then reconciled with other wonderous works of the Great Makers; from the toxic wastelands of Vulpter comes its outer shells and eyes and from the barren Geonosis comes its arms and legs, for the thought was almost complete.

It was then sanctioned by the Great Makers of Mechis III with the crowning jewel and essence of Arakydian revelism of one ultimate goal, to create another Great Maker that would not be bound or chained upon the heavenly bodies where They would come from. After four continuous cycles of meticulous work convened by the Great Lava Forge of Mechis III and the Great Makers of Arakyd, another Great Maker have finally joined the esteemed ranks of one of the progenitors of the Combine, to gracefully adorn the heavens with everlasting Arakydian Fire of Industries that shall bring forth prosperity and other wonderous works for the Galaxy to see and splendor. It shall be a new age, a new cycle of life to begin anew as the new Great Maker heads to the stars to heed the Arakydian call and, to obtain the Great Makers' greatest title of, Architect of the Stars.

Present Day
Ten Star Systems to Tython System

Amidst the glittery spice of Rian V binary stars, several silvery shapes snap into reality just across the middle band of the star system. One by one, the shapes breaks the outline of Rian V ever-radiant star rays while taking distinctive appearances respectively; some are narrow while others are broad but one shape stands out, assuming a circular front and a broad overall body. The assemblage of shapes are no other than a small Arakydian task force, stopping halfway from reaching the Tython system in order to directly sip fuel from one of large gas giants of Rian V.

Each Combine starships took a particular position over the central object, forming a somewhat three dimensional diamond formation. The object of course is no other one of Arakydian Great Makers, recently conjured from one of many Great Lava Forges of Mechis III. One by one, a warm red glow emerges from one of its many thrusters as followed by other Arakydian starships in the same formation. Two medium starships, both Arakydian Adjourner-class Half-Guards then parted their trajectories from the assemblage to tractor out fresh gaseous fuel of the stars from Rian V second gas giant.

Other Arakydian starships, namely Privilege-class Guards start to fire a full broadside of Viper mk2 scout droids while being hawkish on any anomaly that may or may not show up to disrupt the task force. As swirls of neurodium, some tibanna and others unknown gradually spirals into the maws of Adjourners, the task force remained silent on all channels, coordinating only on short ranged hyperspace links when the situation demands it. The half-grey Great Maker continues to mind its own fumbled ways, as dictated by its distributed super droid brains, engineered by the Combine finest minds.

[Balrogga]

New Sith Order
Lehon - Unknown Region


Lord Atrox lay in the sun enjoying the warmth upon his carapace, the bright Lehon sunlight illuminating the browns and greens. Gold highlights glittered in the bright light, not an embellishment but the natural coloring of his chitin. The sound of the nearby surf washed across his sense of hearing, allowing the repeated rush of water to relax him further. His body was nearing a rest phase where he would have to place it back into the hibernation pods to recharge the enhanced midichlorians but that could wait. While he was using it, he would enjoy some of the sensations of the form.

After another hour, the insect regained his feet. With a mental command, a nearby pool of black metal flowed over the form of the Sith Lord and covered it entirely, with the exception of the head. The compound eyes glittered like multifaceted jewels in the bright tropical sun. The lush greenery of the gardens surrounded Atrox as he walked along the carefully groomed path. At the center of the garden a lone apple tree stood. Not a single leaf fluttered in the wind for the tree was a skeleton, a dead reminder of a past and the one Love he had felt. The love of a father for a daughter even though there was no blood or even species shared. The tree remained as a reminder of what he was fighting for. Total subjugation of other Sith and Jedi before they caused more deaths like Hera. Atrox would succeed with his plans even if he had to make entire Orders become extinct. He would avenge the death of Hera and blamed all the others in the galaxy. Clacking his mandibles in determination he turned away from the monument and walked toward the ebony pyramid nearby which was the main hall of the New Sith Order. Unseen by him, a single green bud gently swayed in the breeze.

As Atrox neared the black wall, it rippled and flowed to open for him. As he stepped through the portal, it reformed behind him, shutting off the outside world. Ig he had been human, he would have had to blink to adjust to the dimmer lighting inside the hall but Atrox did not have to worry, he had access to the senses of the Kython environmental suit he wore which allowed him to “see” much more than any other living being on this entire rock.

Welcome back Ba’El. Was your afternoon successful?

Yes it was Beth. I didn’t do a damn thing all day and it felt wonderful. Anything important happen?

No, I would have contacted you immediately if it had.

Thank you Beth.

Beth was the Shipmind in control of the entire facility. The NSO headquarters was composed of thousands of Kythons, forming the walls, doors, libraries, the secret underground hanger, dorm rooms, training halls, and everything in between. The minds of every Kython forming the structure also merged into a single entity known as a Shipmind and her name was Beth.

Atrox walked toward one of the three lifts, they would take him into the spire he used as her personal quarters, research labs, and libraries. The other two were reserved for Darth Twilight and for Darth Sunshine. Atrox knew of them as Jess and Hera and he trusted them with the NSO enough to make them his right and left hand Lords. Jess was in charge of Defensive actions and Hera had taken over Offensive actions. With Hera gone, he had resumed that function with a heavy heart.

Beth, I have to stow this body for recharge. Afterwards I will check in on normal business.

OK Ba’El, I will be right here.

Atrox could not help but chuckle at her joke as he stepped into the lift and commanded it to ascend. She preferred to call him by his Ta’Nar name while speaking telepathically and he did not mind. Beth was his favorite Shipmind and he frequently formed his persona shuttle from a part of her just because of the familiarity. His flagship in orbit had its own Shipmind of course but he liked to keep Beth nearby while on missions.
Arriving on the proper floor, Atrox stepped from the lift and approached a door. It opened for him revealing a trophy room with several light sabers resting on mounts. There were five resting upon their stands, each with a display spotlight brightly illuminating them.

The first was a simple light saber; it was his first one he built while under the tutelage of Plagueis. That was long ago, before he realized how twisted the fiend was and abandoned the belief Plagueis tried to force upon him. He owed Hera for that, the little child had saved more than his life that day. The saber was kept to remind him of his beginning and he used it from time to time as needed. The blade was a crimson red, he had used the artificial foci given to him by his then Master.

The second was a trophy he had received from the nation of Kobol. He had captured two Jedi who had caused civil war resulting in the deaths of billions. The Dornie was imprisoned since she was not considered human but the Coredian was tried and found guilty. He was sentence with Execution and Lord Atrox was requested to carry out the punishment on Kobol. Kobol it seemed was a world that contained a “curse” and anyone who died there would be cut from the Force, forever dead. During the execution, the power Atrox channeled into the sabler allowed the Curse to transfer into the blade and when he slew an opponent with it, it fed upon the Force ability of the victim much like the creature of mythology known as a vampire.

The third saber had a hilt made out of pure platinum. There were no controls to mar the perfect cylinder so it was not known how to operate the device. Atrox had long ago installed telepathic modules in his equipment so he could easily activate them with his mind. It kept an enemy from using his weapons against him, he preferred to do that himself. Inside the saber, a pure flawless diamond foci was used and this rendered the blade perfect transparent unless something interacted with the blade like dust or an opponent. It made it hard for an opponent to judge how long the blade actually was.

The fourth saber was composed of black durasteel and was the same color as his suit. The foci the saber used emitted a blade as black as pitch and it did not give off even a lumen of light. In the dark it was completely invisible, a most excellent weapon to use in a fight under those conditions.

The final saber did not look like it could be used as a weapon. It was composed entire from carved and etched jewels and gems. The thing looked more like it belonged in a museum than on the belt of a force user. Within the translucent handle of the saber, three different foci made from flawless black opals could be seen. What Atrox needed three for was unknown because most sabers only needed one to function. No living opponent has ever been able to bear witness to the abilities of the final saber. It was completely unknown the saber could use the second foci to adjust the length at the flick of a thought or the third would allow the blade to lose cohesiveness and work as a force whip nearly ten meters in length, tightly controlled by Atrox’s telekinetic abilities.

Atrox walked by the display and entered another room next to the one bearing the trophies. This chamber was full of cryogenic pods. Each pod contained a different aspect of Atrox and Ba’El wore them much like the way a politician wore his suits. He had one designed for battle, one for diplomatic missions, one for explorations, ect… Each would rest within a bath of enriched midichlorians recharging like a sponge until needed. One of the pods opened and Atrox stepped within and knelt. Ba’El willed himself out of the insect form and the Ta’Nar stood before the pod. With a touch of his mind, the pod closed and the sound of the enrichment bath came from within.

Beth, display the latest lab results of the Dark Strain.

Right away Ba’El.

A holographic display sparked to life from the ceiling and data streamed across the illusionary surface. The figures were only half the info, the remainder was fed directly to his consciousness by Beth.

The last few tests show a distinct promise. A mutation was caused which only allowed negative spin in the quantum interfaces the Midichlorians shared which allows transfer of power. This power transfer is restrictive to the positive charge and allows free transfer of negative energies.

Further test the strains in question and lock down their quantum genetics so they cannot be altered except by you or myself. We do not want this to be reversed and used against us. Also begin research on one that will totally neutralize the transmitters just in case someone does. Run the simulations in your most secure modes and only report to me.

Of course, Ba’El. How many more generations do you want me to run the successful trials?

About six hundred, we do not want any change of mutation. The quantum genetic lockdown should take care of that but it is best to make sure.

I agree. After the tests, I will inform you of the progress. I will also make preparations for mass production of the catalyst so it can be weaponized.

Thank Beth. I have no idea what I would do without you.

I know.

Ba’El left the room and floated past another avatar of himself. He was going through the information from one of the NSO agents sent to investigate the date in a lost library recovered two years ago. The world did not consider religious institutions classified so they had placed all the data they discovered on their internet open source. Once the agent arrived, they just sat at a Starbucks and enjoyed their coffee while their data padd downloaded the archives and transferred them to the NSO Library. His avatar would go through the data and include it in the main Library as time permitted.

[Orthodox Gnosticism]

OOC: Coreworlds gave me permission to ghost write for the Jedi. Reality is taking up too much of his time. Until Coreworlds is able to return and take control of Tython, Tython will not be available to be attacked. Also I can't make deals for Tython, since it would be binding on it's owners. It would be a waste of all our time if you choose to do so, since CW or Skag would never accept an attack on the world. Thank you for your patience, and I hope that CW will be able to come back as soon as possible. Character RP's are of course still on.

It was her first step on this world where the force was born, a world where light and dark once upon a time was in balance. She wondered what it was like back in those days, the days before the schism, and the constant wars. Was it pathetic, like her brother in training? A childish ideology that tried to remain in balance, but could master neither side? Were they weak, indecisive, unable to reach the full power that either side offered?

The woman in white walked out of her shuttle, dressed not in her usual manner, but in green ornate armor. Her sword replaced with a child’s plaything, a green light saber, as her green cloak flowed gently behind her. It was a drab color, one that she detested, but a necessary one. Pulling out of her pocket, a simple gold Jedi coin, she flipped it arrogantly as she walked out of the shuttle.

Large statues protruding out of the landscape, like mountains rising on the plains was the first thing that caught her brown eyes. Statues of Jed’aii, old ancient as time itself, stood out, their robes flowing around them, their Jedi katana’s held upright as if to honor a guest, and to warn them not to come here wishing for harm.

She felt slight amusement at the prospect of the ancient statues. It seemed that the ancient Jed’aii order was not that different than the order of the Ancient Sith. Large statues that lasted the test of time, yet their names long forgotten. It was the greatest hubris one could do, to put your image to last forever, yet the greatest amusement that your name, your deeds should be forgotten. All that remained is a stone image that remained only as part of the background, and an interesting curiosity.

The force flowed around her, it’s strength feeding her, as she wrapped herself in the image of the light. It’s energy, it’s power was undeniable, as she could feel it as if she was a simple leaf caught in the evil energy’s tide. It was annoying, to feel powerless in the great power of this world. It’s power only pushed her determination further to end this evil tyrant’s reign over the galaxy, once and for all.

Before her a young woman approached. Her skin flawless, as her dark brown hair gently draped down to her shoulders, barely touching the brown robe that covered her thin yet powerful form. Her eyes, or where eyes should have been, were covered in a simple bandage, a mask. The mask and the robes weren’t very ornate, and was little more than a simple cloth that covered her eyes, a testament to the Jedi's false humility. The Woman in White sighed, a Mirlukian. Why did it have to be a damn Mirlukian? She steadied her thoughts behind her cloak of light, as she approached.

The Mirlukians were a race of near humans that could only see through the force. Blind to the physical, they adapted, using the force to sense all around them. In some ways this was beneficial, as the force, the true reality was the only thing that was needed to be seen. It was a detriment, if she failed even for a second, then the Mirlukian would perceive the truth, and then the Woman in White would have to alter her plans, drastically.

The Mirlukian gently bowed, her hands wrapped inside of her robes, as the Woman in White approached. Hera took her hands, and touched her green armored bracers and bowed in return. “Master Austin, I presume?” she asked. Hera nodded, “Yes.” she said, altering her accent to the less refined and guttural accent of Corellia, “Call me Jane, we’re not as formal on Corellia.”

“Of course, Mast… Jane.” the Mirlukian caught herself, as she turned to walk with what all on the outside would perceive to be a Green JedI. “Who are you?” Hera asked, short and simply, much like the Corellian JedI would.

“I am padawan De’scova Carde.” she said simply her voice never raising high. The girl was humble, repressed, she might be interesting.” Hera thought to herself, but she had her role to play, “De’scova, sounds like a type of credit card. You related to Visas Marr?” she asked half making a joke, but De’scova turned her head in confusion, “I don’t understand what you mean?” she replied, but Hera shook her head and waived her hand, “Don’t worry about it kid.”

The Jedi Conclave, Tython

Walking, her right hand over lapped on her left, Hera walked to the chambers of the Old JedI Temple. She had seen the original temple, in all it’s luxury and splendor, with soft cushioned chairs that stretched high above Coruscant’s sky line. This Conclave, reminded her more of a JedI retreat when compared to the original temple.

Around her, beautiful holograms floated, of JedI whose courageousness and fight against the darkness had earned them a place in the silver record of the JedI order. Images of heroes, long gone, such as Lord Hoth who defeated the Sith Army of Darkness at Ruusan, or JedI Master Satele Shan who fought against and aided in the defeat of the Sith Empire doing the first Galactic civil war. She walked among old statues of JedI who she had never heard of. In a way, this conclave reminded her of a sick parody of Korriban’s ancient Temple. More vibrant in color, the temple still had the same arrogant hubris that she came to expect from the fallen sith lords of old.

She was about to walk into the temple, when the hologram shifted again, to the Hero of Tython. Hera paused as she looked at this jedI. His armor was beautiful, strong, obviously the work of the lost art of Jedi Alchemy. It was a lost art, that paled in comparison to the power of Sith Alchemy, still though even through the image, she could see the power and the resolve behind this Jedi who defeated the Immortal Sith Librarian of Nathema, three thousand years after his ascent to the Sith Empire’s throne. She gave the image a quick nod out of respect. This was a valiant foe, a powerful Jedi, one that the galaxy had been lacking for the last one thousand years.

She detested him as a servant of the tyrant, but she respected him for his power, his strength, and his valor. In the back of her mind she wondered if one day, thousands of years from now, if what was left of the force would send one such as he against her? No, this is why the Force must die. To protect those who it affected, the innocents of the wars, for people like who she used to be.

Turning, she walked towards a large door of Durasteel. Two Jedi guards, donned in their bronze and white armor, each armed with a light pike in their hands, and a light saber on their belts stood motionless like the statues around them. She had heard about the Jedi sentinels before, but she had never seen one with her own eyes. Tall, strong, stalwart, she knew that to be a guard of the council was a honor that few Jedi would ever have the martial prowess to be able to achieve. She thought to herself, through the layers of deceptions and cloaks of light how she would fare against these strong defenders of the light.

One of them turned their heads to the “green jedI”, and looked down at his holo communicator. “You may enter, Master Austin.” His voice was devoid of any emotion, any passion. Figures, the Jedi were always at best trained dogs, and at worse, sociopaths. The latter though was always the most fun to play with. Hera pulled out her Jedi coin, and flipped up in the air about three feet then caught it with her right hand. “About damn time.” she said out loud continuing the trashy tone, at least in her mind that was the Corellian accent and mannerisms.

“If you kept me waiting any longer, and I would have missed my grand daughter’s high school graduation!”

Her metallic heels clicked against the old marble floor, as the two sentinels reached out and in Unison opened the door. She looked around in wonder, inwardly laughing at the thought that a Sith walked freely into the very council chambers of the Jedi. How many Jedi ghost's would be rolling in their graves, and Sith lords applauding her behind the veil of the force was something that Hera could only muse at as she approached.

IN the center of the room was a large oaken table, old, probably as ancient as this temple itself. Nine Masters surrounded the table, each of varying ages and species. Hera knew the Twi’lek, the Mirlukan species, of course human, and one Zabrak. A couple of others she didn't recognize, but that wasn't something to be unexpected in a galaxy so diverse with life.

She gently bowed only slightly, as she slipped the Jedi coin back into her purse. “Thank you for seeing me.” Hera began, as she bowed. The manners were part of an old habit, one that she knew she would have to correct soon before the Jedi got suspicions about her. “I was about to wonder if you would even care about those that saved you.” she said with her usual flippant attitude, when in this guise.

“Welcome to Tython, Master Austin.” an older man, with a long gray beard said as he stood up, and held his hand to her to take a seat. Hera smiled, loving the idea that she was just asked to sit at the Jedi council table. Even for a bit of politics, and parley, she revealed in the delicious jest that the universe allowed her to have here today.

“Thank you.” she said, as she leaned back in the chair and propped up her green armored boots on the table. “I gotta say, you got some nice digs here. Not a bad retreat from Coruscant, if I ever saw one. It sure beats that stuffy ass Ossus.”

She could feel the force building up around her left foot, as one of the Twi’leks moved her left hand, touching against Hera’s foot. She offered no resistance to the futile gesture, about as hard as a slap to the foot, knocked her armored green boots off the table. Hera opened her arms wide, and shrugged as she offered the JedI master a smile. “What?” she said as she slouched in the chair slightly.

“You shouldn’t show disrespect for this council, keep your feet off our table.” the blue skinned twi’lek said miffed. A crease of a smile crossed her lips, “Careful Master, anger is a path to the dark side.” The Twi’leks Lekku twitched slightly, “It wasn’t anger, it is annoyance.” Hera smiled, “Same thing.”

“No it’s not!” the Twi’lek replied, trying to keep her tone calm, but the slight vibrations in the air showed it was more than just annoyance. Hera was about to answer, enjoying the growing anger that broke this twi’leks long held tranquility, til Master Garnet, interrupted. “The council is wondering why a Corellian JedI Master would come to Tython.”

With his simple act of speaking, she turned her attention away from the Twi’lek, at least for the moment, as she folded her hands, and leaned forward on the table. “Oh, sorry, yes, thank you ….. I’m sorry I didn't catch your name.”

“Master Jorge Garnet.” he said. “Right, Garnet.” she said, refusing to call him master, “After the evacuation of Coruscant, we've been getting some rather harshly worded messages from Ossus. Master Yoda is the most surprised to be honest. It almost seems like he believed that you were all his slaves. He constantly has been bugging Coronet about who authorized the evacuation. Have you ever seen the little frog get upset? I warned him, he should keep calm, we don’t want him to croak!”

Master Juno Kalana, an elder woman on the JedI council leaned forward. “You should be more respectful Corellian. We are grateful for your early warning to the Jedi temple, but that offers you no right to make light of one of the oldest and most respected members of the Jedi Council.” she barked at Hera. Hera nodded her head slightly, trying to resist the urge to laugh. She had to put on a face of the light, and no matter how rude and barbaric the Corellians were, they would never continue the pun to taunt the jedI to anger.

“I am sorry.” she said backtracking her attitude. “Corellia wanted to be sure that all is well here.” she said simply.

“You could have asked that over the holonet.” Master Ta’rei said. Hera wasn’t sure what species he was, as he has two horns growing from the base of what looked to horns in place of a Twi’leks Lekku, and they were stripped. She thought woman could be a Togruta, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Yes.” another older gentleman replied. “I sense there is something you’re hiding.” Hera lowered her eyes, as she looked down to her hand. Slipping it into the purse, she pulled out her Jedi coin, and fiddled with it. “Why don’t you tell us the truth? A Corellian would never leave the Five Brothers for a simple message.”

She stopped her attitude and sighed. “Yes.” she said, “I have been hiding something, mostly because the news I have is very grave. If it is what we think it is, it will change everything.”

The council leaned forward, “Go on child.” Master Garnet told her. “Don’t keep us waiting.” She inwardly laughed at the comment, So much for patience.

“The Corellian Council has asked that we keep what I’m about to tell you secret, for it’s implications are very distressing.” she pulled out a small holo disc and although she hated this, she knew that this action was necessary to keep up her illusion. Using a small bit of the force, she lifted the holodisc up in the air and gently inserted it into a small projector in the middle of the table. With a lazy flip of the button through the force, the images came to life.

It showed surveillance footage of a purple Twi’lek entering the shield generator on Coruscant, and imputing the codes directly into the droids. The JedI watched the image unfold, “I don’t understand.” Master Gavin asked, “Our investigations have already shown that the shield generator was sabotaged from the inside. Why are you showing us these images now, Master Austin?”

It was a fair question, and Hera pushed the next button on the projector. The image was of a young Twi’lek girl, with her full name and profile on the side. “This woman was the one responsible for the failure of the shield generators on Coruscant. Unfortunately SIS learned of this information too late, but at least we were able to evacuate the temple. Wisely this council choose to save those living. This woman was initially believed to be part of a Corellian Separatist plot to over throw the Conclave, and declare Corellia’s independence. What we’ve learned however is far worse.”

The image cut to a transmission that was intercepted, of a young woman, dressed in white. Her voice was disguised using software, and her face was obfuscated, but on her side was a ornate, Sith sword.

“Is everything prepared?” The woman asked.

A young Selonian nodded, “Yes Darth Eclipse, everything is heading according to plan.”

“Good, Good, tomorrow we shall see the end of the Conclave, and the end of the JedI order.” The transmission cut out. The implications were frightening. “Is that?”

Hera nodded, “It would appear, that the Sith had returned.” she said, “And if that is true, and they were working with Corellian Separatists, you can see why my mentors would prefer to keep this knowledge silent.”

“That isn’t enough proof!” the blue Twi’lek barked out. “The Sith are extinct!” Hera took in a deep breath, “We believed so as well, but yesterday, SIS discovered this. This is footage from your JedI Temple after the evacuation.

Coruscant


“Follow me into the Temple. Touch nothing until I command you. Prepare the lifters and come,” he ordered, turning on his heel. The group of servants, one or two females among the males, silently did as they were ordered and brought hover skiffs, used for moving heavy loads and material. They followed Darth Vaco to the very heart of the temple, to where the vaults were.

The Jedi vaults on Coruscant were not as extensive as those that were on Ossus, Darth Vaco knew, but they were currently far more accessible than the ones there. Waiting for his master was Jeng Droga. Vaco had not yet honored him by giving him a Sith name. Droga had much yet to prove.

“I thought you might be late, so I went ahead and did the necessary grunt work,” said Droga, bowing his head slightly. He raised his hand and, through the Force, pushed. A giant hole appeared in the vault door, cut by Droga's lightsabers. The metal circle fell to the floor in a loud ding. The Black Vault and the Holocron Vaults were now open to them.

Vaco stepped inside and saw that most of the vault was as it should be. “Excellent,” said Vaco. “The fools didn't expect that they would not return and so did not take anything with them. What fools!” The group of would-be acolytes filtered in and brought their cargo lifters. Vaco turned to them and gestured toward the treasures lining the walls and more.

“Take everything,” ordered Vaco. “You've got an hour until the next report is due to the GCG command center from the guards posted here. We will be gone before then. Now move!”

The image of the man dressed in black, cutting into the vault of the JedI temple with his red light saber was undeniable. “Mentors, or Masters, I am sorry, I’m used to Corellia. The evidence is undeniable. The Sith have returned, and they’re amassing power.

The image cut to another video intercepted by SIS,

Terry smiled as she took another bite of the redlink. Here was a woman in front of her that seemed to appreciate enjoying a good sausage, and the woman in white simply watched. “I hear that you’re opening up your shop today, and you’re mining gems.”

“Crystals.” Terry said as she finished chewing. “Light saber crystals, the prettiest ones you’ve ever seen.”

“That’s brilliant.” the woman said, echoing Terry’s sentiment. “I’d like to purchase some from you.”

Terry placed the sausage down. “Oh sure, I know that can be arranged. Do you want synthetic or real?”

“If I wanted synthetic we could make those ourselves. I’d like them to be naturally grown. The best of your lot, Nothing below I clarity of imperfections, and nothing below the size of 10 carets.

Terry reached forward and grabbed her order pad. “Really? That will be expensive. What color would you like?” The woman looked at her and smiled, “Credits are of no concern. I would like one metric ton of them, in red, to be shipped to this address (The sound of the address broke apart, into an inaudible noise.”

The amount was staggering, Terry hadn’t even finished the full inventory of what was visible in the cave, and the amount of Crystals. She at first this could be another prank from Nicholas, but the look on the woman’s face was stern and cold, and the last emotion that could be read on her face was a prank.

“I don’t know if we have that many, we’re just opening up shop. I think we can do it.”

The woman moved her head up slightly allowing the bottom of her nose to be exposed out of her shaw. “Please be sure that you do. I need this in four installments, each a quarter of a metric ton. Do you think that will be possible?”

Terry looked at her legal data pads and nodded. “I think we can do that.”

The woman smiled, “Good. I’ll wire the credits for the first shipment to your account, as well as a gift.”

“Who else besides the Sith would need that many light saber crystals? Who else would take the holocrons from your vault?” Hera asked. “The evidence is clear, the Sith have returned.”

Silence filled the room, as the implications of the old religion a thousand years dead suddenly came back to life. “No, this is impossible.” Master Kalana exclaimed, “We would have sensed their return!”

“Do you have that much faith in our abilities?” Master Gavins wisely asked, “We didn’t sense the threat to Coruscant under our nose either. We should meditate on this.”

“Meditation, it was always the JedI answer!” Hera thought to herself, “as if somehow closing your eyes and wishing something away would work.”

“Mentors!” Hera said, “I have come here to seek your aid. The nine Corellian families have voted, and only two have agreed. The other seven are blind to the truth. They believe that the Sith are no threat to Corellia. They are wrong, they are a threat to everyone. We must act, before the Sith align with this new Chaos threat and burn our galaxy down!”

The Twi’lek leaned forward, “And what would you ask of this council Jane?” Hera closed her eyes, and re-enforced her shroud of light, “I ask that you join with the Rynor, and Merrick families, and reform the Army of Light!”

Her words caused silent murmurs among the Jedi Council. It had been over a thousand years since the Jedi had formed the Army of light, a massive flotilla of ships and an army that burned the galaxy in their hunt for the Sith. It was a request with horrific consequences.

“That is impossible!” The Twi’lek spoke first. “We promised the Conclave that we would never reform the army of light.”

Hera took in a deep breath. “That agreement is now gone! The Conclave no longer exists, and hiding here on Tython will not bring peace and justice to the galaxy. What little of the Conclave is breaking apart, The Thrashian Empire has broken free, and the Starways Congress, Colonial Republic of Earth, and Huntarian Enclave have formed the Galactic Imperium. The Farstars have become independent, and the Outer rim has begun to form the Outer Rim Compact. Worse yet, the elves are gobbling up systems like a fat man eating candy! The Galaxy is becoming primed for war, and if we do nothing, then the stars in the night sky will explode.”

“I know some of you are worried. You've lost your temple on Coruscant, and you've lost your holy temple at Ilum to a corporation. It is a dark time, and we need the army of light more than ever! If we don’t reform it, the darkness will swallow us all.”

Silence grew once more, before Master Gavins closed his hands. “Thank you, Jane, for your suggestion, but this council will seek it’s own way. The two doors opened behind her. “We will contact you once we meditate on the will of the force and come to an agreement.”

“Yes….. Masters.” Hera said as bowed ever so slightly. “May the force be with us all.”

[New Terminus]

OOC: This post was Co-op'd with Vipra

The room was silent and dark, the only light coming from the multitude colours of hyperspace as they shone through the porthole of Obaryn’s cabin. The only sounds to permeate the dark space were the soft hum of the ships engines and Miccas shuffling as she tried to meditate. He could feel her frustration and her dismay of what she felt was a pointless exercise.

Obaryn grumbled mentally over making her old man that promise, to mentor her and teach her everything he knew about the force. For centuries he had always been the student to some master of the force or another, never the teacher. Something he was finding incredibly hard to adjust to.

"Relax yourself Micca, if the position is uncomfortable change it. Find what works for you. Once your physical body is at peace your mind will soon follow." He tried reciting what one of his teachers before had told him, hoping that the knowledge they imparted onto him would help him do the same. Micca was definitely a tough first student, he recalled his own training as a padawan and how hard it had been to adjust to his first masters teaching style. If he had only been only as old as he looked, he was sure Micca would probably be no more than 5 years his younger. The fact she was so stuck with what her father had taught her only made things all the harder, especially when it came to the basics of reaching the perfect balance.

And this was because, to Micca, she already felt like she had balance. What was wrong with harnessing emotion and using it as the vessel to bind and direct the power of the force? It worked well! All except for that one time she had accidentally blown up a info terminal with lightning because it made sudden noises and blinding flashes. That had been an accident though, anybody would have done the same thing. So now she had to sit here, trying to ‘focus her mind’. She was good at focussing! Like her frustration, she was focussing on directing that at the floor because it was so damn uncomfortable. This was also why she kept shifting around and grumbling, the amazonian Togruta doing her best to mitigate the annoying floor.

Didn’t help that she felt out of sorts, having to wear a lump robe as opposed to her normal mandalorian style armour, her six foot warrior frame clad in dull brown that was exactly as flattering as it sounded. Thankfully her three lekku were free from the fabric, two flowing forward over her shoulders while the rear tendril trailed down her back, all stripped black and white while her montrals pointed up in the air, making her appear even taller than she was as they picked up every sound her master made. Shifting her feet again, going into a lotus position for the third time, she tried to clear her mind. All she got out of that was more annoyance, picking up on every minute tick and tap, and she contorted her face, the pools of white over her eyes that trailed in a thin line down each cheekbone and her jaw, ending it pointed tips near her chin, shifting as she grumbled internally. Even the white tear-drop mark in the center of her forehead, large as a thumb and looking like it had fallen from her montrals, wrinkled as she became more and more irked.

Eventually she just gave up, flinging her arms in the air and standing up, “I can’t do it! It’s pointless! A peaceful mind is for peaceful people, I want to know how to use my sword better. And maybe my lightning,” she glared at Obaryn, hands on her hips, “yeah, why don’t we focus on that? My father taught me how to do that, and he was a cripple.”

Obaryn didn't answer, at least not in the traditional manner, he simply wrapped the force around her left leg and yanked her foot from under her without any warning. After she had clattered to the floor did he open his eyes to look at her in the gloom of the room. “Because, your sword is merely a tool an extension of your arm and will do you no good if you came up against someone with a true mastery of the force unless you are as intune with the force as they are. Try again.”

He frowned slightly at his last remark, getting the odd feeling he sounded just like her father at that moment, and wondering how well she would take it. He didn't much care if she did storm off in a huff he would atleast be able to get some peace and search the force like he had meant to. After leaving Rion behind, he had found himself at a loss for what to do. He had a padawan to teach but the side of him that wanted to wander and explore still called for him to take her back into the unexplored.

So he went to the force, its reactive nature always betraying the universe and letting him know where something was happening. Recently it had been in turmoil, even with the news feeds eerily quiet about the forces of chaos, he could feel their actions across a hundred worlds. The Dark and The Light sides of the force had been more turbulent than ever both sides reacting to each other and the presence of the chaotic elements that were not native to their galaxy.

He opened his eyes one last time to look at Micca. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, “Go on,” he urged her on last time to give meditation one last go for today.

As her leg had been pulled out from under her, Micca had loudly made her annoyance known with a string of slurs in at least four languages. Scrambling to her feet, seething, the togruta force user clenched her fists and ground her teeth, sparks snapping and sizzling from her knuckles. The anger coming from her was nearly palpable, but she managed to rein it in, collecting her emotions with long breaths before making a rude gesture at Obaryn and sitting down on the floor again. She tried to clear her mind once more, but as always found multitude distractions almost instantaneously. It was far easier to have a goal, something to focus on! But she didn’t have that now, and so she grumbled and tried to empty her thoughts even as her ankles pressed hard against the floor.

Obaryn smirked while hidden in the shadows of the room, he had to commend her spirit she, was a fighter. As she settled down he attempted to give her a helping hand in finding some form of peace. Spreading his force aura around the room he emitted calming waves that washed over the entire room. Feeling the warm calming effect he exhaled slowly allowing himself to be drawn into the force, “Concentrate on the force Micca thinking about it whilst taking slow breaths, feel it wash over you and embrace it. Feel both the light and the dark side of the force as they fight for dominance and aim for center of the storm they create.”

He took another deep breath allowing himself to enter that storm, feeling the light and the dark side pull at him, each side trying to convert him to its cause. He kept an eye on Micca’s Force presence as well keeping balance was hard, especially at this time.This was something he was sure Micca wasnt ready for not yet at least; he didn't want the dark or the light side to rip her mind apart as they fought for her soul.

Still he had chosen to meditate for a reason and if Micca couldn't do it this time, then he wouldn't stop her from going off and practicing her sword technique. Besides he had spotted it, a ripple in the light side of the force. Something strange was happening and like the Wrapped Woman he needed to know what it was.

Obaryn touched the ripple in the force with his mind. The images flooded to him: Tython; the Jedi who had fled the temple on Coruscant; the Corellian green Jedi. In his mind a flag flew above the temple, and yet it was not that of the Conclave. Then he saw her, the Woman in White.

Hera clad in Jedi garb, her essence resonating in the lightside or at least what felt like it. Drawing himself out of the force, he quickly got to his feet and made a beeline for the rooms exit, not saying a word knowing full well Micca would follow him rather than stay and try and meditate.

If Hera was on Tython then something really bad was going down.

With the wave of calming energy washing over her, Micca had managed to concentrate on her meditation. That was, to a degree at least. She was not used to this sort of meditating and it was hard for her to adjust, so used to her own methods and those her father had passed down to her that this felt foreign, alien. Trying despite the physical discomfort and her annoyance, she pushed all intrusive and stray thoughts from her mind, focussing on nothing in particular other than clearing her thoughts. It was difficult, being so used to focussing on her emotions and demands that emptying her myriad thoughts was a challenge. One thing or another rose up, demanding her attention, her focus, and she had to put them aside.

Just as she was finally finding that calm spot from which she could properly contemplate the force as her master told her to, he rose and left. That sudden departure was too curious for her to remain meditating, her focus shifting from contemplation to what Obaryn was up to. Rising to her feet, complaining in little grumbles about how much she hated her robes, Micca trailed behind her master. She was curious but didn’t make any attempt at stealth, that would have been pointless, instead brazenly following behind the human.

***

Obaryn rushed through the halls, reaching out through the force looking for the two people he most needed to talk to. He searched through the ship, searching through the force as he stalked the halls. He felt the Conglomerate Marines training in the gym or keeping much to themselves in their bunk. He felt the Crew going about their jobs or enjoying their off time. Those werent the people he was looking for however, he was looking for Lando Calrission and Captain Pilii the two people on the ship who had the power to do what he was asking.

Lando sipped his cup of caff and sighed loudly savouring the taste. He was still nursing a hangover from the diplomatic meeting in the Hegemony. He smiled to himself remembering the zeltron he had run into. He wasn't sure how he had managed to get any work done but it seemed he had by the amount of notifications on his personal data slate that he had been neglecting for the past day.

"Enjoying yourself there councillor" the man sat opposite him asked as he took bite from the cake he was eating. Lando smiled his more mischievous smile as he looked at Captain Pillii and set his cup down on the table.

"Please just call me Lando all those titles mean squat when your out in deep space."

Pillii nodded slightly. "Still something good must be running through your mind."

"A certain Zeltron maybe" Lando smirked again and took another sip of his caff.

"I was always under the impression that these talks were always dull affairs with lots of talking maybe I should accompany you next time." Pillii remarked with a playful smile of his own.

Lando simply laughed before being cut short as vuffii beepee. "The force user is approaching master... He seems concerned"

Lando looked around not seeing Obaryn or his companion anywhere. "Are you sure your circuits arnt..." Lando stopped as he watched the two Jedi enter the mess hall Obaryn turning instantly to their table.

"Aaaah master Obaryn care to join us we were just discussing the... Finer points of the meeting the the Hegemony”

Obaryn sat down ignoring the quip about the Zeltron dignitary that managed to get a little to friendly with Lando during their stay in the Kessel Sector. He sat there for a moment and composed himself steepling his fingers in front of his face, calling upon the force as best he could to give him some semblance of calmness. In truth what he had seen had shaken him a little, he had not expected to see Hera in his visions.

His wayward force kin had been shrouded to him for some time now if she had lifted her cloak that meant something big was about to go down.

“Lando… Captain i need to ask a big favour of you both”

[Orthodox Gnosticism]

OOC: It's been a while, but the show will go on.

The Light

It had been five years since the death of the Jedi.

The woman in white stood among them, the wind gently pulling at her white dress as she stared out at the marvelous beauty created by nature and the darkside. The blackened rock enveloped the fallen order, freezing them in time. She walked by each one of them, hundreds of statues, now a testament to the order and how it would fall to the Sith.

Gently her white hand reached out and touched the frozen rock that held a light saber. She cocked her head slightly to the left, and then to the right, staring at the horror forever etched on the face of the young padawan. “Henry, oh Henry.” The woman said in a voice full of empathy, and sorrow. “Why ever did you let this happen to you?” she asked the statue. Only a gentle breeze in the wind would be her answer, but the woman in white waited politely for a moment, as if expecting the statue to speak.

“You were my hope for the future, but now you’re here, stuck on that terrible day.” she said mourning the loss of the statue. Gently she reached down to try to pull the lightsaber hilt from his hands. As she pulled against the encrusted igneous rock, his fingers crumbled to a fine black dust, offering no resistance to her pull.

Slowly the woman in white looked down at the lightsaber in her hand. It was simple in her hand, a silver cylinder with a single button on the side, yet when she closed her eyes she could see the beauty of the blade. It radiated with warmth, with goodness, with a youthful vigor that no matter what side of the pointless religious debate you stood, the Woman in White respected.

The glistening of the handle slowly vanished as a shadow began to creep across the land. SHe looked up with her dark brown eyes towards the sky. Rolling across the sky like a wave of black and silver, the clouds of Tython began to form a terrible storm. Lightning cracked and crashed across the tempest in the sky.

“Oh Tython, my Tython, how you will miss me when I’m gone.” she said to the sky as if the spirits in the sky could hear her. A large lightning bolt slammed down into the statue of her fallen friend, cracking the rock and crumbling it to a cloud of dust.

The woman in white looked down to see her porcelain white dress covered in the black rock of the young man she talked to just a moment ago. “I missed you too!” she shouted to the sky, holding her arms stretched out as if to taunt the sky. A single drop of rain landed on her forehead as if to answer the Woman in White, gently kissing her forehead like a mourning mother. Then another, and another, until a deluge opened in the sky. She looked up and only smiled, feeling the tears of Tython cover her body while among the statues of the dead. It was done, and the light wept, every day as it had for five years after the dark ritual formed the field of statues and stone.

[New Terminus]

Two years but still as excited to finaly get this story rolling

The Warrior

The dread... the fear... the anguish that snaked in his gut tore at him as he looked at the world he had visited many times over. The once lush green and blue world that he had visited as a padawan to experiance the pureness of the force. The planet that sheltered him as a young Jedi knight during his trials, the world that he had gravitated back to countless times during his time as a wanderer. It had always been a place of tranquility and peace where one could find themselves and truely feel the force and all it had to offer. It was on this planet he had really gotten his first true glimpse of the force manifest. It looked exactly like the planet swallowing hurricane that was enveloping the planet.

Long ago it had been said that Typhon was so closely linked with the force that its weather reflected the state of the force throughout the galaxy and in many cases beyond it. Obaryn looked on from the cockpit of the YT freighter at Typhon watching as the force made manifest swirled and grew larger by the minute. Something Terrible has happened here he thought to himself as he reached out with the force.

"Whew dont think ive ever seen a storm that big before" Lando remarked in the pilots seat next to Obaryn. "You sure this is the right planet its definaterly not what you explained it to be?"

Obaryn only frowned and nodded. "Thats because its not the same as I remember it... somethings happened here and ive got to find out what it is."

"I was affraid you were going to say that" Lando Calrission spoke as he started inputting commands to the nav computer "Its going to be a bumpy ride but hey this old girls been through worse than a bad storm" He smiled as he patted the Millenium Falcons control console whilst smirking at Obaryn.

Obaryn was about to speak untill he noticed Vuffi float in through the open hatch, the small droid was a mystery to Obaryn never in his travels had he encountered such a droid. It was capable of sensing the force just like him but strangely enough the robot gave off a presence of its own unlike any other mechanical droid. It was almost as if the droid was born from the force itself, something the droid insisted it had no memory of. Lando had vouched for the droid apparently he had travelled with Vuffi was his companion for a long time now and the two had been through thick and thin. "Pardon me for my intrusion sirs but Captain Morgan wishes to know if we were in his words... going down into that bitch of a storm" Vuffi spoke playing a recording of Captain Morgans deep voice for the imitation.

"That we will be" Obaryn started "There should be a settlement at these coordinates I knew an old master there once maybe he will be able to shed some light on what happened here." Obaryn inputted the coordinates from his co-pilots seat before getting up. "I better go wake Micca up she might aswell see what the force actually looks like whilst she has the chance."

Vuffi floated there for a moment allowing the master jedi to leave through the same hatchway he had come in before taking his place in the co-pilots seat. Vuffi may have been small but his appendages were extenable and due to him being a droid allowed him to interface with the Millenium Falcon much easier than any human could. Lando looked to him for a moment and then continued inputting the coordinates prepairing for atmospheric entry. The small settlement Obaryn had given him wasnt engulfed in the storm yet butit would be right on their door steps by the time they landed, Vuffi knew that Lando was hoping to be off the planet again before the storm hit or there could be no telling how long they would be stuck on the world.

"What do you thinks happening down there?" Lando finally asked breaking the silence.

"The Probability of be giving a correct answer is so low that i dare not reply to that... but what ever is happening it isnt good. Vuffi replied looking at Lando with his single photoreceptor.

"You know... sometimes your just a little too human you know that" Lando rolled his eyes at his partner and began the decent into Typhons Atmosphere.