Star Wars: Rebirth of the Sith

[GodofPH]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me. -Sith Code

A hundred years after The Empire was defeated in Return of the Jedi, the newly reinstated Galactic Republic flourishes. The Jedi Order, ressurected by Luke Skywalker, is seemingly stronger than ever. But peace can never last...

On the forgotten planet of Korriban, an exiled Jedi seeks enlightenment. The Jedi, known as Par-trel Neilon, was exiled from the Jedi Order after attempting to expirament with the forbidden subject of the Dark side of The Force. Korriban was a planet drenched in the energys of the Dark Side, Par-trel hoped he could find information on the Dark Side of the force.

Upon encountering a structure the resembled a tomb, a force-ghost appeared to him. The ghost was Exar Kun, and he enlightened Par-trel on a race of extraordinary beings known as the Sith, who were now extinct. The Sith were masters of the Dark Side, and they could freely use its power. Exar Kun suggested that Par-trel ressurect the Sith Order, and ressurect it he did.

Using techniques and powers taught to him by Exar's ghost, Par-trel became the first Sith Lord in decades. He took the name Darth Therium, and he vowed to destroy the Jedi Order. He began reaching out to other exiled Jedi, ofering the power of the Dark Side to them. Soon the Sith's numbers were increasing, and Darth Therium began his reign of terror...

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The Sith have returned. Can the newly reinstated Jedi Order defend the Republic?

RULES

1) No godmodding
2) No spamming or flaming
3) No powerplaying unless authorized
4) RP samples are required, unless I know you

CHARACTER PROFILES NEED

Name
Alliance (Sith or Jedi)
Age
Appearence
Strength in the Force (weak, medium, or strong)
Type of Lightsaber
History
RP Sample

 

[ShieldWolf27]

Name: Shou Reizei
Alliance: Jedi
Age: 18
Appearence:

Strength in the Force: strong
Type of Lightsaber: Green single bladed
History: Grew up under the training of Master Luke. Since being trained under Luke you know he is strong. He is surpassing those jedi double his age. His parents were killed by Jawa's and Luke took him under his wing. Shou is the youngest Jedi Master in Jedi history.

 

[Grey Fox]

Name: Darth Rokujou
Alliance Sith
Age: 23
Appearence:

Strength in the Force: Strong
Type of Lightsaber: Blue/Purple, dual-front-facing blades.
Fighting style: Form II: Makashi, with some Tr?kata elements. (For lightsaber fighting style information, go here.)

History: Raised in a life of Solitude, Rakujou was brought up to understand nothing but hate and anger for his enemy. Darth Rakujou is fluent in nearly every sentient language, however, only choses to talk in his own, and basic unless absolutley necessary.

Personality: Agressive, and overly violent, Rakujo believes violence to be the answer to anything, and will not hesitate to kill if he believes it will help him.

RP Sample: Pain... Anger... Hate.
He could feel them within him, he could feel the violence, it wanted to surface, it wanted to breathe, it wanted to survive, it needed to thrive.
Igniting his Saber, he looke for a victom, unable to find one, he returned it to it's dormant position. He needed to kill, he needed blood, he needed to taste it.
He stoped. He would feel the blood carresing his tounge soon enough, there was a war coming, and he was a warrior.

 

[Shiney]

Name: Sejah Haversh

Alliance: Jedi

Age: 29

Appearence: See attachment

Strength in the Force: Strong

Type of Lightsaber: He wields three single bladed lightsabers, one a teal blue color (See pic) One a bright emerald, and other the orange hue of a tatooine sun. He has a unique style of combat, as well.

Combat style: He is currently trying to get his own form accepted as a true one, but it's proving difficult. It combines the basic principles of Juyo and Tr?kata, and Jar'Kai. It also focuses on using the Sai tok, Shiak, Shiim, and Sun djem techiques. Rather than with the hands, this style wields the lightsaber(s) with the force. He has named his own style Tun'Dosh, which he claims means "Skilled Power" More advanced users of this style are capable of weilding multiple sabers at once, though currently, he's the only practicioner of this style.

History: Like nearly all of the new jedi order, his sensitivity to the force was discovered at a young age, and off he went to the academy for typical training. He quickly began to hone his connection to the force, becoming stronger and stronger, but always trying to adhere to the way of the jedi. Which wasn't as easy for him as it was for most...

RP Sample: The dark jedi, trained in the basic sith principles, stood in front of me, mocking me with his eyes, his words, his stance. His presence alone was taunting, but after so long, I didn't give in to such incentives. "You do understand, that I will strike you down unless you surrender." I said, a single lightsaber igniting in the air in front of me, a bright blue light to counter the red glow of the dark jedi's two red sabers. The Ithidorian changed his facial expression, something similar to what might have been an incredulous grin, and said in his sterophonic voice "How could any jedi compete with the pure power of the dark side?!" I couldn't help but grin this time. "Though you are a sith, if you can call yourself that, it does not mean you are more powerful." At that, two more lightsabers floated from my belt, igniting, and falling into a defensive stance around me, while the blue blade was still high, and held ready to strike. "Let us end this, then..."

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

Name: Tymph

Alliance: Sith

Age: 18

Appearence: A tall, and hauntingly beautiful girl with long, silver-white hair. Her eyes are a peircing blue, and she wears a black cloak. Her shoes are boots, however the heels are not too long, perhaps an inch or so. She stands at 5'8", and wears black gloves with a crystal on the back of each.

Strength in the Force: Strong, however, it can sometimes weaken.

Type of Lightsaber: White single-bladed

History: She was born and trained as a Jedi, however, her lust for power overtook her and she was turned to the Dark Side at the age of thirteen by an unknown man. He promised her an easy power, and she bought it. She is well-respected among the Sith for her intelligence, and her beauty. She was trained by Luke himself before she turned 'Evil,' and after her disappearance was believed to be dead.

RP Sample:
Two lone figure stood, facing eachother off, lightsabers clashing together. One was a silver-white, ghostly and it gave a deadly appearance as it slashed and hacked, trying to weaken the man facing her. Her hood was pulled tightly up, and no strand of hair was loose. Her identity was unknown, but where she stood was not: A cold-blooded Sith. The man squints, from both the intense light the two sabers gave off, and in trying to figure out who this girl was. She seemed familiar, and her tactics were clearly learned from a Jedi. His feet move, almost in somewhat of a dance, as he ducks and dodges every blow that was thrown towards him, but even he began to weaken.

However, being a mortal, one always has a fault. The woman looses her footing, and tumbles back, however luckily caught the swifty attack that came upon her. She was forced down, cowering on her knees in front of the man, her head bowed. Taking this to his advantage, the curious man pulled back the hood to see himself faced-to-faced with one who was though to be long-dead.

"Tymph..." he says, falling back a step or two. Those silver-white locks could not have belonged to any other being other than Tymph. And those eyes...they still shown and glimmered with a fierce need as she had many years back. "You-you were killed! Killed, someone drowned you in the lake, they saw your lightsaber float up to the top, and no more bubbles came. You drowned!"

"And you believed those bumbling idoits, Jeow?" the young woman snarled, standing up and dusting herself off, "Did it not occur to you that those two were under mind control. And that after they told Luke that I had died, they fell into a coma, is that correct?"

"Why, yes..."

"And they shortly died."

"You killed them!" Jeow says suddenly, taken aback. He was in his late twenties when it had happened, and Tymph was a mere teen. How could she of done such a horrible deed?

"Indeed I did. I can't believe they actually let me train by the pond without Luke...he was my teacher. Fools," she laughed. And that was when Jeow noticed something different about her, the fact that her features paled and her voice was cold and icey. And suddenly, he fled, unable to believe what he had seen.

The girl picked up her lightsaber, looking out towards the man, who stopped his running. He turned towards her, cupping his hands to his mouth.

"I know who you are!" shouted him from afar. Tymph got into a defensive stance, readying herself for the charge, "And I will tell Luke his apprentice is alive!"

"Do you think I care?" sniffed the girl, her silver hair blowing gently in the wind. She pulls her hood up, causing a shadow to come across her face. A smile plays across her mouth, before charging towards him and striking him in the chest with her blade. He falls, never getting up. "Besides, you cannot tell him, now."

((EDIT NOTE: Seeing as I was bored and had nothing better to do, I decided to edit some of it to make it better, and mor understandable rather than being only a battle!))

 

[GodofPH]

OOC: Does everyone have to have to be strong in the Force? :nervous: Everyone is accepted except DM800. You need to work on your spelling and capitilization.

Name: Par-trel Neilon AKA Darth Therium
Alliance: Sith
Age: 39
Appearence: Darth Therium is so connected with the Dark Side that it has severely altered his physical appearence. His body resembles a walking corpse. His skin is grey and wrinkly. He is completely bald. He stands 6'03" with a horribly thin body. His most disturbing feature however, is his gold eyes. They seem to pierce you when they gaze at you. He wears a black cloak over his seemingly frail body.
Strength in the Force: Very Strong
Type of Lightsaber: A black colored single blade lightsaber. The blade is much broader than the normal lightsaber and it curves like a pirate's cutlass.
History: Par-Trel Neilon was among the first of Luke's students to become a Jedi Master. He became obcessed with obtaining mastery of the Force, and went all over the galaxy seeking enlightenment to attain that mastery. His fellow Jedi, including Luke, became increasingly suspicious about his secret dealings. Par-trel made a horrible decision, he dared to go beyond the Jedi Code and attempt to use the feared Dark Side of the Force. Luke eventually caught him planning a trip to Korriban, birthplace of the Sith. The new Jedi students had never been taught about the Sith, so only Luke knew the danger of Par-trel going to the forgotten planet. Luke attempted to stop Par-trel from boarding his ship, but he was foiled when Par-trel suprised him with newfound power and was defeated in after a brief duel.

Upon arriving on Korriban, Par-trel found the tomb of the ancient Sith Lord, Exar Kun. The deceased Sith's Force Ghost appeared to Par-trel and educated him in the art of the Sith. His training kept him isolated from the rest of the galaxy for years, most of the Jedi thought he had perished on his little quest. When his training was completed, Par-trel took the name Darth Therium. He was the first Sith in many years, and he wasn't about to be the last.

 

[RentCavalier]

Name:Silvian Carall Alexandros
Alliance: Neutral

Appearence: His hair is long, unkempt, he's fairly scruffy, he's tall, though not extrodinarily so. He wears a heavy, battered coat that has more scorch marks then most thrust coils, and a pair of speciality goggles that can detect Foce sensitive people, among other things.

Strength in the force: He cannot use the Force

Type of lightsaber: He uses a smaller lightsaber, though with much less proficiency as a Jedi, he instead has developed a unique (and highly dangerous) style of fighting that resembles a Twilek battle dance and an acrobat, and combines the use of the lightsaber and his twin pistols, names Dextris and Sinestra.

History: He's a self-proclaimed "Jedi Bounty Hunter." He has specially designed every weapon and fighting technique he posesses in order to prove that anyone can kill a Jedi. Having proved this countless times, nowadays he just works as a scout to find Force-Sensitive Children and bring them in for a nominal fee.

That is, untill the recent Sith activities began to start...

 

[GodofPH]

RentCavalier, theres something missing from your profile...like an RP Sample.

 

[RentCavalier]

OOPS!!

Ok, how's this?

RP SAMPLE: PANDORA

It was not an hour after seizing command of the Mantra that Lazarus received word of strange Manikans wandering about Ikebukuro Tunnel.

He investigated...

It was dark, too **** dark. He held up a small sphere and crushed it, immediatly filling the tunnel with light. He turned to his four Oni.

"Split up. Search the area fully. Once your assigned rounds are completed, you three will take up residence here, to prevent anyone from going through."

He turned to the large, black Oni. "But you...you will return to Ikubukuro. You skills will serve me well. You know your orders...carry them out!"

Immiediatly the creatures faded into the shadows, as if they belonged there.

Lazarus walked down a twisting corridor, frowning. This was ridiculous, the only Manikans he'd found were poor, wretched creatures who lived in fear of anything that moved. What could be down here to cause such rukus?

He stopped, gasping. The walls were lined with blood. Whose?

His eyes narrowed. He smelled something, something familiar. What could it be? It was an old scent, fading, but it lingered. There were many of them, maybe seven, maybe ten.

He walked through a metal door, its rusty hinges creaking as he opened it. He walked in and stopped when he saw the room's occupant.

The creature was almost beyond description. While he could make out the humanoid shape of the Manikan she had once been, so much alteration had been done, it would be almost mocking to call her that now.
Was she living or was she machine? Gears, wires, all mishmashed on a steel carapace. Her...yes, her, it was distinctly female, or at least based on a female...so, her was the best he could come up with...her hands ended in claws, blood-stained claws. In her hand she clutched a small doll, and a piece of paper.

In her other hand was a long, sharp needle, almost like a 5 foot sewing needle. But what made even him, an elder vampire who had seen hell and more, scared was her head...or lack thereof.

Her neck, and upper body were covered in blood, and where her head should be was a television...the screen slightly cracked, but visible. It was blank, as if turned off, but he heard audio playing, a strange crackling sound. He listened for a minute the realized: It was sobbing. Or at least, making a badly tuned sound of sobbing.

He gritted his teeth and walked forward. Suddenly the screen crackled on, and hissed...a hissing sound that brought both fear and sympathy to his heart. He stopped, holding his scyther defensivly, but not threateningly.

"Who...what...who are you?"

It looked at him, the screen showing a picture of a laughing skull, blood pouring out of its eyes. The demon rushed at him with surprising speed, lunging forward with the needle. He sidestepped and brought the scythe down on her back, cutting away a large, black box. There was a series of flashing and she fell down, crackling.

He turned to her, and she looked up at him, the TV turning into a crying little girl. She spoke, the words coming from nowhere.

"Location? Please, Location where?"

He widened his eyes. "Y-you are safe. Right now, you are safe."

"Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Safe.Death.No.Pain.Agony."

It began to suddenly spasm, falling to the ground, a scream unlike anything Lazarus had ever heard erupting out. He fell to his knees, clutching his head.

She stopped suddenly, the strange sobbing he'd heard when he entered resuming.

"Pain...always pain.No reprieve.No release. None.none...none...no..." She stood up, crackling.

"I...I know nothing..."

He looked at her, he body still twitching...like the Manikans...that strange, spastic twitch. Her hands unclenched and the bloody piece of paper fell to the ground. He picked it up, reading.

To my darling child, I wish you all the love in the world. Remember this day as the day freedom will be yours. In the darkness, evil will never find you as long as you remain pure.

Happy Eighth Birthday,
Mommy.

He choked back a gasp. She...they did this to a child? Who?

"Who did this?"

She twitched.

"Half.Incomplete.Tortured.No.Pain.Nothing.Empty.Full.Dark.Hungry.Hungy...Hunger.Nosferatu."

He gasped. No...that scent...Nosferatu...

The Children did this? The creature's that his master raised to be an honorable clan of the undead did THIS to a child.

Anger filled him, his eyes glowing red. This...this was not even speakable! This broke every rule of science, alchemy and religion! With God as his witness, he would bring these fiends to justice!

He stood up, looking at her.

"What do you plan to do?"

"Now.Regaining.Self."

She looked at him.

"I must have purpose. I have purpose. All life suffers pain. I will release it. Then my pain can be released."

He smiled sadly.

"I may be able to help. Join me, and we will find those who brought you pain."

She looked up, the twitching stopping. Something cracked inside her body, and Lazarus now knew that her humanity...what was left of her innocence was now gone.

"I shall join. You are one of unlife. You are already released."

"Child, what is your name?"

"...Pandora. My name...is Pandora."

 

[GodofPH]

Now, thats good. Your accepted Rent.

 

[RentCavalier]

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[GodofPH]

Good, now we need just a few more people and we can start.

 

[Jack O'Neill]

Name: Kasumi Mireille

Alliance: Jedi

Age: 32

Appearance: Kasumi is a towering yet slim woman, 1.83 m tall and weighing only 70 kg; she has shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing sapphire-coloured eyes, and she bears a rather vague resemblance to Stellar Loussier from Gundam SEED Destiny. She wears a suit of Mandalorian battle armour similar to that worn by Jango Fett, sans helmet and scaled to her own proportions; she is never seen outside of it. In addition to her dual lightsabres and the myriad weapons built into her armour, Kasumi carries a DC-15 blaster rifle and a pair of DC-17 blaster pistols (all heavily modified).

Strength in the Force: Strong

Type of Lightsaber: Kasumi wields a pair of sapphire-coloured single-bladed lightsabers; both the length and the intensity of the blades can be adjusted via buttons on their hilts. She is a master of the Form X style of lightsaber combat, which revolves around mastery of dual-saber fighting; she also utilizes aspects of Forms II, III, IV, and VII, along with Tr?kata and dun m?ch, in her personal fighting style. [check Grey Fox's link for details]

History: Unlike the vast majority of Jedi, Kasumi Mireille's Force sensitivity went undiscovered by the Jedi Order until she was a preteen. By the time agents of the Jedi Order made their way to Kasumi's homeworld of Tatooine, she was just a 12-year-old girl serving as a slave to Cronal the Hutt, who had just recently established his criminal domain on the planet; Cronal was unusual among Hutts in that he was adept in the dark side of the Force, and he used his powers to menace the local populace. Cronal was overthrown and killed by the Jedi after a massive battle in the streets of Mos Eisley, in which Kasumi participated; afterwards, she was freed from her bondage and taken into the Order's custody. Even though she was deemed too old for training, Kasumi managed to distinguish herself in front of the members of the Jedi Order (after much pleading on her behalf), and she was finally accepted for training. Kasumi took to her training with great speed and enthusiasm, and she was knighted at the age of 18; she was expelled from the Jedi Order at 21, however, for reasons unknown even to her. After her expulsion, Kasumi made her way back to the Outer Rim Territories, where she made a name for herself as a bounty hunter, smuggler, assassin, vigilante, and all-around mercenary while trying to strengthen her already-strong connection to the Force; she still held a loyalty to the Republic and to the Jedi, however, and she kept her own judgement on the jobs she would take. By the time she was 26, Kasumi had garnered enough credits and enough of a reputation to gather up her own personal militia, complete with a small fleet of starfighters, transports, and even a Clone Wars-vintage Venator-class Star Destroyer; with this army, she roamed the Outer Rim, bringing her own personal sense of law and order to the most lawless reaches of the galaxy. Kasumi considers the new Sith to be nothing more than Force-sensitive criminals and scoundrels, and she is itching to strike a few blows against them in the name of freedom and justice.

RP Sample: [More useless backstory...]

Kasumi Mireille's personal flagship, the ancient Venator-class Star Destroyer Kusanagi, was in high orbit over Yavin IV, the site of the Massassi temples that had served as bases for the ancient Sith, the Rebel Alliance, and the New Jedi Order before being destroyed during the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of nearly seven decades past. Like its commander and the planet it orbited, the Kusanagi had a very storied past. During the Clone Wars, it had been a Republic ship named Dominion; after being decommissioned, it changed hands many times before finally finding itself in Kasumi's possession.

A pair of Lambda-class shuttles departed from the Kusanagi, one headed towards the moon's surface and the other making its way towards the floating hulk of an abandoned Corellian Corvette, the Vesalius. On the Republic's behest, Kasumi and her private army were to investigate the ship, which had been mysteriously abandoned over Yavin IV; their assignment was to find out exactly what happened to the ship and its crew.

Kasumi and nineteen of her soldiers were onboard the shuttle headed for the Vesalius. While Kasumi was clad in her Mandalorian armour and packing Clone Wars-vintage heat in the form of her DC-15 and dual DC-17s, her troops were equipped with considerably lighter armour, A-280 blaster rifles, and DH-17 blaster pistols. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, listen up!" she called out to the others. "The Republic bureaucrats up in Coruscant have sent us here to investigate a derelict ship. Now, I know we've been through these sorts of situations before, but hey. Should be easy, right? They're also paying us rather nicely for our time here, so I'm not complaining." All Kasumi got from her men and women was silence.

"Ma'am, we're approaching the derelict," one of the pilots said to Kasumi. "Their comms are dead, and I'm not reading any life signs onboard. Ventral hangar bay's still open, however. Moving in to rendevous."

The shuttle maneuvered itself into the open ventral bay of the corvette; once it was in, the doors sealed behind them, as if an invisible hand was behind the door controls. Kasumi and her troopers exited the shuttle. "Okay, team, check in," she said to the troopers. She waited while all nineteen of them checked in before proceeding. "Okay, y'all are with me, as usual. We'll go up to the bridge first, then we'll go back down and sweep every square centimeter of this hunk of junk. Hopefully, there aren't any hostile aliens or deadly plagues awaiting us here."

Kasumi and her troopers exited the hangar bay and started making their way up to the bridge.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," one of the troopers, a petite young woman named Kira Takenouchi, said to her compatriots. They replied with mere grumbling and muttering.

 

[Shiney]

OOC: I had to edit my character slightly, I just realised that I wasn't giving nearly enough details for a new style of lightsaber combat, sorry. Also, how many more people do we need? I'm eager to start! =D

 

[GodofPH]

Ah, very good Shiney. And Jack O'Neil, your accepted. Lets start things up.
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The winds rustled the dusts of the graveyard planet of Korriban. At the base of an aged, damaged ruin, knelt the Sith lord Darth Therium. Before Therium was a blue spectre with an undefined shape. The spectre spoke to the Sith grovelling before it, "You will need an army to destroy the Jedi, and an army awaits for you."

"Where shall I find this army Lord Exar Kun?"

"Darth Sidious, one of the greatest Sith Lords in history, decommisioned a massive army of Battle Droids before he began his reign as Galactic Emperor. He sent the decommisioned Droids to this planet, to await the day they may be needed again."

"Yes my lord, I will activate them. Shall I send a message to my fellow Sith ordering them to join me?"

"Do not use a machine, use The Force to send the message. If they are worthy of following you, they will recieve the message. The Battle Droids await you in the cavern south of my tomb."

"Yes Lord Exar Kun."

The spectre disappeared before him and Darth Therium closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them seconds later and murmured, "The message has been sent."

Darth Therium stood up and departed from the base of Exar Kun's tomb. The gray skinned Sith walked through the bleak brown dust that littered the planet's surface until he reached the edge of a canyon. The walls of the canyon were littered with ridges and tombs of fallen Sith carved into the rock. Therium looked down the abyss between the walls, he smiled. He leaped from the edge of the wall and into the crevasse before him.

Minutes later he landed with perfect ease on the canyon floor. What little sunlight reached the planet was now gone. Therium needed no light, the Dark Side guided him. He came upon a row of several large mechanical buildings lined up next to each other up against the base of the canyon walls. Therium pressed a green button on a stand prceeding the buildings. The lights on the buildings suddenly lit up. Battle Droids, Super Battle Droids, and Droidekas began stepping out of the buildings.

Darth Therium grinned an evil grin. He stepped into the rays of a spotlight. He ignited his black lightsaber and jammed it into the air. As the light cast a shadow before him, he yelled, "THE SITH SHALL RISE AGAIN!"

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

Tymph was restless. As she slept in her bed, she began to dream about her past. There was nothing completely horrible about it...however, it did bring a small feeling that built up inside her heart everynight, yet everyday it disappeared.

The beautiful eighteen-year-old rose from her bed, stretching as she attempted to recall her dream. It was easilly forgotten. Shaking her head, she tries to figure out what had woken her...a message. It was from Darth Therium. Shivering slightly, she takes her robe off of her hanger and puts it over her undergarmants. Brushing her silver hair, she then grabs for her lightsaber and places it in an inside pocket of the robe, where it was easilly accessable. Yawning, she finally pulls the hood over her head.

"And so it begins," she says to herself in the mirror before exiting.

 

[Jack O'Neill]

[Continuing where I left off in the RP sample...]

Kasumi and her squad stopped in the middle of one of the Corvette's hallways. "Okay, I changed my mind," she said via comlink to her soldiers. "Yagami, Matthews, Takenouchi, Orimoto, get back to the shuttle and secure the docking bay. Hold position there and wait until the rest of us get back. We'll go on ahead to the bridge. Got that?"

"We've got it, ma'am," Takenouchi replied. "Okay, you heard Miss Mireille. Back to the shuttle."

Takenouchi and three other troopers broke off from the main group and made their way back to the docking bay, weapons still at the ready. Once they were gone, Kasumi and her squad proceeded through the cramped hallway. The ship's systems were now running on reserve power, and the reserves were nearly depleted; the hall was dimly illuminated, and the few remaining lights were now flickering on and off. The extremely close quarters, coupled with poor lighting, all made for a tactical nightmare. Fortunately for Kasumi and the others, they wouldn't have to endure this nightmare any more, as they found themselves at the bridge. "Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. The bridge," Kasumi announced.

"Uh, do you mind breaking down the door?" one of the troopers piped up. In response, Kasumi took out one of her two lightsabers and ignited it, the bright sapphire blade casting a blue pall on its surroundings. After adjusting a few buttons on the saber's hilt, she drove the blade as hard as she could into the white durasteel door and began cutting around it, leaving a fiery orange trail of molten metal behind the blade; after a few seconds of dedicated cutting, she withdrew the blade and kicked down the door as hard as she could. It fell with a loud bang.

"You know, you could've just put a charge on it," another trooper quipped as Kasumi proceeded through the open doorway and into the deserted bridge. Like the rest of the ship, it was poorly lit and cramped, but the conditions here were slightly more tolerable here than in the hallways. The onboard computers seemed to still be in working order. "Okay, Pierce, Bauer, Havok, Fury, Farman, check the computers for any useful data. We'll find out what happened to this ship, one way or the other," Kasumi said.

 

[GodofPH]

A Battle Droid General approached Darth Therium and asked, "What are our orders, sir?"

Therium didn't respond. After several seconds of this silence, he spun around and sliced the droid in half with a quick swipe of his black lightsaber. He spoke to the new pile of scrap metal, "Be patient. I will give you your orders in due time."

The other droids saw this as a warning, so they turned away from Therium and went back to scuttling about the canyon floor, preparing their weapons and vehicles for battle.

Therium turned away from his droid army and looked up the canyon walls. Those worthy of being called his students would arrive soon. Darth Therium would destroy those who called themselves "Dark Jedi" first, for they were not worthy of using the Dark Side. Then he would set his sights on the Jedi themselves, and his old Master, Luke.

 

[RentCavalier]

Draining another bottle of Alderanian Ale, Silvian whispered...a drunken whisper, so it didn't shake the building, just echoed in everyone's ears.

"Ya know, my best buddy...BEST BUDDY...no..wait...not my BEST buddy...in fact...I dun even LIKE! Like...uh...the guy! He says, ya know what he says? He says I gotta stop livin' from PAYCHECK to PAYCHECK and git..git a...godammit...what was...ah! Get a REAL job! A REAL JOB!? My job's fine! And I get plenty of money! Enough for...for...all da booze...and all the food...I can...I can....Hey? I'm outta ale. GET ME SOME MORE ALE YA LAZY BASTARDS!"

Silvian Carall Alexandros was no stranger to the bar denizens of Nar Shadaa. A frequenter of the Corellian Sector, though he most certaintly wasn't Corellian, he had a reputation as one of the most dangerous men on in the moons. People said he hunted Jedi. JEDI! Of all things! He has some kinda grudge...he says he wants to prove that even Force users aren't invincible...

Many though, didn't believe this little fact. How could this drunken fool kill a Jedi? He could barely stand!

At least, that's what Jorig Gleeb and his gang thought. Ironically, it was the last clear thought they would ever make.

A blaster leveled itself at Silvian's head, the scarred Rodian staring straight into Silvian's glazed eyes.

"Hey, me puchaa how you been? You know...you're making quite a loud noise. They may even throw you out! Now, if you were to say...lend me your wallet, I could get them to let you stay, whaddya say?"

Silvian stared blankly at him, his eyes flicking side to side as a Corellian and a Bothan lined beside his table.

"S-so...what yer sayin'...is that...you are ROBBING me...righ'?"

The Rodian laughed.

"No no, not robbing...just...forcefully borrowing."

"Ah..ah...yeah, that'll be...a...um...no."

The Rodian snorted.

"You blind me puchaa? I gotta blaster with it's business end in yer face! You sayin' no?!"

Silvian leaned back in his chair, sighing.

"Yup. I'm saying...no."

There was a crackling hiss and a lightsaber blade erupted up, impaling the Rodian's groin. The alien fell to his knees, the blade easily slicing him in two.

Flipping out of the seat, Silvian staggered drunkenly as the Rodian's friends drew vibro blades and charged.

Amazingly, Silvian did a sidewise flip, the lightsaber lazily falling out of his hands to decapitate the Corellian. He flicked out his foot and KICKED the handle of the turn on lightsaber, drunkenly staggering back and catching in. The Bothan stayed back, wary.

Silvian picked up the Rodian's fallen blaster and fired three shots into the Bothan's chest. Tossing the gun aside, he turned around.'

"THAT! Will cover me bill...g'night all..."

And he stumbled out of the bar, flicking the lightsaber off, leaving the room stunned.

 

[Shiney]

I sat calmly in a dense area of the thick forests of Yavin IV. My oponent was a practicioner of form III, which meant I had my work cut out for me. My sparring partner was an accomplished duelist, a brown-skjinned human with a bright yellow saber. "Being the fight when you wish." Said the judge. I had to prove my style was worthy of being a part of the academy's teachings...


The dark human shot forward, but three glowing blades interlaced his path. He dove past them, only to find them encircling him again. With precise paries and counterstrikes, he deftly deflected attack after attack, not eeing the trap I was slowly leading him into. After several moments, my blue blade, which had been deactivated, hissed into life in front of his neck, and the other two joined it, forming a triangle around his throat.

"This fight is over." I said, opening my eyes, and standing up, the blades deactivating and moving to my side.