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After a failed attempt to arrest him by the best Jedi Masters the Jedi High Council had to offer, Darth Sidious, known publicly as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, had declared Clone Protocol 66, or Order 66, to be activated. It was not long before the Grand Army of the Republic turned on its commanders and generals, killing thousands of Jedi within hours. Unknown to most, one of their most promising members would see to the end of their Order and lead the 501st Legion into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, shedding his former title of Jedi Knight and donning the mantle of Darth Vader. Known as Operation: Knightfall, the Grand Army of the Republic ensured the sacking of the Temple and the deaths of so many Jedi traitors. Despite the formal destruction of their organization and their home, Some Jedi would survive, either through luck or sheer will.
From the ancient and long abandoned world of Odessen on the fringes of Wild Space, Jedi Master Martius Shan had sent out a Force Call to all surviving Jedi throughout the Galaxy. Those brave few journeyed from the darkest corners of the galaxy under threat of discovery by the newly formed Galactic Empire and would heed their Master's call. From there, the Jedi survivors banded together to form their own enclave and rebuild their Order, headed by Jedi Master Martius Shan. Hope and promise in the survival of the Jedi flourished there in it's short time of peace. Before the resourceful Sith were once again bearing down upon them. After a lengthy battle between Jedi and hunters of the Inquisition that set flame to the old world, the Jedi survivors were forced to flee and narrowly escaped the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. With their home in flames and many of their enclave slaughtered in the battle, the enclave's remnants have fled 7,500 parsecs to the orbit of Ihduno, a world long lost to the galaxy and was once the site of a massive battle between the Old Republic and the Sith Empire. In a last act of defiance, the Jedi and their allies stage one final fight against the Empire over a world brimming with secrets...
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force....
Master Jir Tann held tight to her right arm, a blackened section of charred flesh running across her shoulder and down to her elbow, a last gift given to her by a particularly fierce Inquisitor, his pale face and piercing yellow eyes almost getting the best of her, exhausting her defenses with his aggressive offense and the amount of pure hate filling his every slash and lunge. She recognized his stance, his maneuvers, and the sheer amount of training he must have devoted to Form VII. Had Master Nardrashtasch not intervened and forced him back, she very well could have died. As she collapsed near the AutoChef of the Aerosteel's Lounge of exhaustion, she hoped that she had taken the place of her wookie friend. It was because of her that he rerouted from his avenue of escape to her. It was because of her that he engaged with that Inquisitor and consequently was there when Lord Vader entered through the northern entrance. Despite Master Shan's requests that he respond over the comm and the Last Resort waiting until the last minute to cast off, they all knew what fate befell him. Jir Tann rested that blame solely upon her and for the first time in the entirety of her life as a Jedi, she felt as if her emotions would swallow her. As the other Jedi around her took their respective areas to attempt to regain some strength after a brutal encounter that left more than half of their enclave dead, Jir wallowed in that darkness. With a sharp pain filling her with every movement and with the last sight of her wookie friend saving her life at the cost of his firmly commanding her all of her thought, this moment was torment. She took deep breaths as she closed her eyes tight, reciting the Jedi Code, a sequence that had always brought her comfort and peace before. Even after Order 66 and in her brief time among surviving members of her shattered Order, reciting that Code kept her anchored, stayed her feet firmly into the light and always conquering the dark.
Flashes and glimpses of peace were now fading as the sight of watching her number fall upon crimson blades continued to harass her. Watching Vaulik fall first outside of the Temple, the look of satisfaction upon an Inquisitor's face as he stared into the dying Jedi's eyes all the way down. Even before Vader landed with his slaves of the dark side, Jir's faith had shaken. Was there never to be a respite from so much death and decay? Was the Jedi Order truly cursed to be snuffed out so completely? She thought to herself. She opened her eyes to see her fellow survivors, various expressions of defeat, anger, injury and sadness upon their diverse faces. As she looked at each of them, her mind began to wander into the light. The Padawans and Knights of their Order had always looked up to the Masters as an ultimate authority and while her position as one was yet shiny and new, she could already feel the weight that load had to bear. In this time of despair, this moment of defeat, they didn't need to see her collapsed to the floor, wrought with pain, wallowing in defeat as they were. As a Jedi Master, perhaps one of the few left in the galaxy, now was the time to relinquish those selfish chains from her mind. Just as she had been in the Temple on Odessen, now would she need to be a beacon of calm and focus that shone like a light in the chaotic night. Slowly, she would rise to her feet. Despite the pain in her arm that ran its course through her spine and body, she would ignore it. Groaning, she rose to her feet to tend to the others. To be that warmth in a sea of ice and silence. To be the Jedi Master that Martius Shan saw her as in this new age. For her friend. For Nardrashtasch. For Vrudun. For Afon. And for all the others that drifted into the Cosmic Force to become one with the universe and were freed from their bonds in the Living Force.
Through Power, Victory. Through Victory, my chains are broken....
As she departed her Eta 2 Actis-Class Interceptor at the center of one of the Deliverance's hangars, a wide smile stretched across her face, a diabolical grin. Her lightsabers still gripped tightly within her hands, the adrenaline of the battle still rushing within her. Upon her belt were clipped her trophies. A hilt wrapped in leather, it's ruby red ignition switch risen up beyond the cloth wrapping around it. The blade had belonged to one of the Knights, a weak display of defense in the form of Form III had been her downfall as Barriss charged through her like Vader himself would through a Padawan learner. The second hilt was one was much more ornate, it's durasteel plating etched neatly and it's wood accented in a masterful order. Yet, it did nothing to halt his own death. She played it back in her head as she leaned against a section of nearby crates, keeping her starfighter in view in case they were called to battle once more when the Jedi ships they were tracking had departed hyperspace. She remembered stalking them as the two, a Zabrak and an Arkanian fled from their cradle of false hope. Watched as the two neared their ship. And struck at just the right time. Landing between the two, she ignited her blades just as he'd ignited his, a look of shock across his face as she immediately engaged, slashing against his immaculate defense that had continued to deny her a quick victory. She basked in the moment that ship of theirs departed without him, his bright blue blade casting an eerie shadow of solemn acceptance upon his face.
The look that she knew all too well. He knew he was going to die and they both knew it. The ensuing clash of blades would be fierce and brutal. Barriss was forced to shift into Soresu more times than she wanted as that stubborn Zabrak fought with reckless abandon, putting all of his weight and muscles into every strike, forcing Barriss to give ground. As the last Jedi ship departed the burning forests that were now gaining ground quickly to them, she watched him lose hope. And she pounced. With a twirling and spinning display, she pulled every ounce of herself into her blades, regaining every inch of ground she had lost previously and forcing his back into the flames. She continued her attack until, with a feign and spin, thrusted one of her blades deep into his stomach. After she had decapitated him, she laughed and pulled his hilt from his hand as it rolled away. Her second kill. Even now, her mouth watered as she savored those last few moments of battle, when she had disoriented and confused the exhausted Zabrak Knight, pulling his attention away from where it should have been. Though she had spent all of her energy in that single duel, it was well worth the soreness she would be feeling later. While she had new trophies, she was jealous of the fact that her fellow Inquisitor, Second Brother, scored three Jedi. A number she would remember well when she would once again meet the rest of the Survivors that managed to escape the wrath of Vader and his Inquisitorius. She would be looking forward to ending Martius Shan, a powerful Jedi, one with a lineage steeped in power and one that Vader would mark by name. He was all hers. She looked around the other Inquisitors in the hangar, each of them victorious in their battles, and thought of how much better she was than any of them. In anticipation of their coming encounter with the last of this group, she pushed herself from the crates and approached her starfighter. She would carry the weapons of these Jedi with her into battle and they would see how they'd fell on her blades.
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