The light wanes in the Auril Sector, in it's stead grows a darkness. Whispers spread that people go missing in the night, only to return changed. These people speak of minds stricken of all burdens, their lives forever altered by a hand they cannot see. They are happy, smiling even through the galaxy's hardships. They say "Her words guide us." and "True peace comes from something greater than the self." strange statements that none can fully explain.
The Fallen Order has risen on Ossus, claiming it from those who once called it home. Their coupe was not militant, it was entirely spiritual. They claimed territory not through destruction, but through a subtle subversion that started in the masses of disenfranchised peoples. Young and old, human and alien, all of those who were outcast in society gathered together.
By the time militaries of the planet were aware of the danger, many of their ranks were already subverted. Alarms were raised, but the guard was already corrupted to ignore it. Now the planet is completely consumed by a religion that speaks of a single holy tenant, the self must give way. The individual is sin, only the union is blessed. These are words preached from the rooftops to the gutters, from every corner of Ossus.
A single massive temple has risen in short time, Temple Prime. It is the holy site among those who wish to grow closer to this religion, The Way of One. People speak in the Auril Sector of a way to reform the once powerful section of space. They must follow the tenants of those who have come, they must think only of the future, and of the collective.
The sycophantic affirmations, the praise, the rituals, all done to reinforce control over a sector that had fallen into disrepair. Other planets had been affected, from the nearby planet of Corvus to far flung locales like Doan. All have been touched by the invisible hand of The Fallen Order. Though their methods change, there remains a consistency to the dark cults. They preach a gospel of a painless, burdenless existence. One where all needs are provided for, and all oppressors are brought to their knees. A gospel which has swayed many, and threatens to bring even more into the fold.
Where religions like The Sith and The Jedi promise much, The Way of the One delivers to it's followers a sense of fulfillment and safety. It is a cult that tempts with a freedom not seen in many other forms of galactic spirituality. Though whether or not this is through true spiritual satisfaction or some Dark Side trickery has been unconfirmed. The result however, is throngs of devoted followers, all willing to throw themselves away to provide for those who join into the collective.
What grows now inside of that sector is poised to spread, to leak itself into the cracks left by other force orders. Conquest through the control of thought. It is a cruel reminder to The Galaxy that an open mind is a liability, and that there will always be something out there corrupting the hearts of the vulnerable.
The Fallen Order has risen on Ossus, claiming it from those who once called it home. Their coupe was not militant, it was entirely spiritual. They claimed territory not through destruction, but through a subtle subversion that started in the masses of disenfranchised peoples. Young and old, human and alien, all of those who were outcast in society gathered together.
By the time militaries of the planet were aware of the danger, many of their ranks were already subverted. Alarms were raised, but the guard was already corrupted to ignore it. Now the planet is completely consumed by a religion that speaks of a single holy tenant, the self must give way. The individual is sin, only the union is blessed. These are words preached from the rooftops to the gutters, from every corner of Ossus.
A single massive temple has risen in short time, Temple Prime. It is the holy site among those who wish to grow closer to this religion, The Way of One. People speak in the Auril Sector of a way to reform the once powerful section of space. They must follow the tenants of those who have come, they must think only of the future, and of the collective.
The sycophantic affirmations, the praise, the rituals, all done to reinforce control over a sector that had fallen into disrepair. Other planets had been affected, from the nearby planet of Corvus to far flung locales like Doan. All have been touched by the invisible hand of The Fallen Order. Though their methods change, there remains a consistency to the dark cults. They preach a gospel of a painless, burdenless existence. One where all needs are provided for, and all oppressors are brought to their knees. A gospel which has swayed many, and threatens to bring even more into the fold.
Where religions like The Sith and The Jedi promise much, The Way of the One delivers to it's followers a sense of fulfillment and safety. It is a cult that tempts with a freedom not seen in many other forms of galactic spirituality. Though whether or not this is through true spiritual satisfaction or some Dark Side trickery has been unconfirmed. The result however, is throngs of devoted followers, all willing to throw themselves away to provide for those who join into the collective.
What grows now inside of that sector is poised to spread, to leak itself into the cracks left by other force orders. Conquest through the control of thought. It is a cruel reminder to The Galaxy that an open mind is a liability, and that there will always be something out there corrupting the hearts of the vulnerable.
