Changing of the guard [ask to join/Open to Ession Reformation]

[Dredge]

[member="Judgement"] [member="Jareth Oldron"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Break"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Location: Jedi temple
Objective: Leave

The crowd roared in triumph at their success over their once Jedi overlords, the days of the Jedi on Ession were gone now. And the days of the FFS would now begin, sure it would take a bit of time to hunt and kill any force user who escaped this temple burning. But it would be a joy for Hyde to end their pathetic lives. The smell of burning flesh and wood filled Hyde's nostrils and it was the greatest scent that had ever blessed his nose. It was almost euphoric, the smell of revenge, of justice, of victory. But this fight was far from over, there was much much more work to be done. Ession was only the first planet, soon there would be more that would fall to them. So Hyde picked up the dead Jedi knight and raised his limp corpse in the air with one arm, his augmented strength helping him out.

"VICTORY!! LET US LEAVE THIS PLACE TO WATCH IT BURN!!" Hyde yelled with his booming voice before walking towards the door dragging the body along with him.

Black smoke whirled around the front door as a flood of people lead by Hyde exited the temple that was now quite on fire. The flames roared and crackled and outside lined up on their knees were a few Jedi that had been taken captive, their lightsabers stripped from them. Hyde pointed at the man with the camera and made sure he was recording this.

LIVE BROADCAST FROM ESSION TO THE HOLO NET

Spoiler

[member="Silara Kuhn"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Death's Hand"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"] [member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Kira Talith"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

From the point of view of a live camera feed the scene opened up to four Jedi bound with their hands behind their backs and mob of people all pointing weapons at them. Behind the mob the Jedi temple of Ession burned and crackled as screams filled the microphone of the camera from a distance. The Jedi kept their heads down and soon a tall green hooded figure wearing a metal mask approached the screen. In one hand he held the body of a young Jedi knight no older than twenty two years of age and in the other a blaster pistol. Tossing the body to the floor the green and iron clad man began to roll his neck letting it pop whilst he let out a groan of loosening up.

"I had a family once, a wife, kids. Let me tell you beautiful kids. Little girl named Abbie and a boy named Steven, they were just the best." he said in a very casual tone and let out a few humorous chuckles.

The green clad figure reached into a side pocket and withdrew a simple leather wallet. Taking out a piece of paper he tossed the wallet to the ground and knelt down besides the first Jedi, an older man balding and more than likely in his forties. The green figure lifted up his face so they could see eye to eye.

"You know what happened to my family? They were taken from me in the rapture, and when I asked the Jedi for help. Do you know what you guys did?" the green figure asked calmly.

"NOTHING!! the sound of a blaster went off and a bright flash of light exited out the back of the man's chest.

The first Jedi slumped down dead and the green figure stood up to face the camera.

"That's when I realized something, you are all the problem. The Jedi, the sith, the grey, whatever the kark you claim to be. You are all the problem with this galaxy, you control us with your governments. Say you are about freedom but in reality you are our killers, you wage war in the name of a karking alignment of morality. Measure my sins against the weight of terror and oppression you have brought against this galaxy."

"AND I AM A SAINT!!!" the man exclaimed and the pistol barked again with a flash of light that pierced through the head of the second Jedi, his body falling over limp and dead.

"So let's make two things clear, My name is Theodore Hyde. And if you are a force user in this galaxy, I'm coming for you. I will not rest until every one of you is dead, I will not stop until every breath of life is snuffed from your bodies. And before any of you try to stop me, I have a group of ten younglings held hostage." the camera panned over to show [member="Boomerang"] and the group of children all huddled together crying.

"Come near me and I kill them, slowly. But the best part is I'm going to make you all watch. This is a message from the Forceless Future Society, our work here on Ession is done. Fondor, we're coming for you." the figure said coldly

The man turned around and lifted up his pistol to aim it at the remaining two Jedi. With a torrent of bangs and flashes the camera fell over and it was safe to assume the remaining Jedi were no more. The transmission cut out and everything went black, it was over.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge, seated in the office that was his home, chomped faintly on the cigar nub clasped between his lips. Exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke from the vice, a single brow rose as the feed was piped into the holoprojector in the room. Attack Fondor? What a novel idea. Omni, the Sith, Fringe. All the lands owned by the Protectorate on the world had become fortified to an almost excessive degree.

Almost.

It had been some years since last they had been threatened, and in the interests of not appearing to be an oppressive military regime they had downsized somewhat. But the Tower was still a bristling warren of overlapping fields of fire, a network of barracks and a veritable fleet of air and ground support. That didn't even mention the fleet in orbit. A direct terrorist threat had been made on the planet.

The Fondor planetary government was already on the comm, wanting to talk, to know how the Protectorate would handle this. Frankly, they'd handle it the same way they always did. Brutal efficiency. Other than Sarge and Kerrigan, the Protectorate had no major Force Users that were known on anything approaching a galactic stage. In fact, it had long prided itself on being a home away from the Force Using organizations of the galaxy.

That was, after all, why Sarge had made the Inquisition. Fight fire with fire, or a .75 caliber mass reactive high explosive round the size of his forearm. Those often worked too. Especially when the solid charge propellant in the base all but made it quantifiable for 'rocket propelled' although that was usually just something the soldiers added on to make them sound more fearsome.

So, in reality, they were on a one man crusade against the Lord Protector. Situation normal. Stupid idealists.

"Patch the Guild through." He says, exhaling another cloud of smoke as he powered down the projector and closed up all his datapads and assorted work. This would get his full attention for however long it took him to put to rest the fears of the Guild. The shipyards had been attacked once before, and were fiercely protected now. But if they were after a 'forceless future' then they would be coming for the Tower.

Now that... that would be downright hilarious.

Shock tactics weren't about to make him roll over.

 

[Kira Talith]

:: The Colonies
:: Pyria System
:: Boreias

Kira was never the sort to stand still; she was always moving, hand gestures moving a mile a minute, a bubbly petite fun sized package of energy and wisecracks.

So to see her stand perfectly still, watching the holonet broadcast would be an eerie sight to behold. Her face had blanched of color, bright blue eyes against the fringe of blonde hair held in a messy ponytail. She had a dusting of flour on her left cheek, sugar crystals on her arm, and the scent of fresh baking cookies permeating through the salt of the air.

There were few things in her short life that would stir Kira so, she was known to keep to defense instead of offense -- at least publically. Few ever knew that she had once been the Master of Shadows. That was another life, she was a mother of four now. Those missions best left to other Jedi who could commit to that cause.

However, the image of the ten younglings in that broadcast froze her on the spot, her fingers tightening around the bowl of leftover sugar cookie dough.

In that instant a single face came to her mind. A boy with dark hair and pale blue eyes. Olivier.

The sound of children's laughter would echo from the beach, but within that house, Kira Liadain would briefly flash back into another nightmare.... before a determined glint would reflect in her eyes.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

You accidentally tagged the wrong Jareth

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron tapped his finger on his desk with his rifle laid out in pieces before him. The footage repeated itself with Intelligence annotations This was an unexpected new development. Not to mention the work of a lunatic. Did he think he was the only one who had lost people during the rapture? Or that the Jedi were deities who could fix everything? large portions of the Jedi community had gone missing that day as well, if he remembered correctly. Not that they could have brought anyone back from there if they wanted to. But everyone did make it back, if he recalled. So something else must have happened to his family. He made a note and sent it to the GRIM. Find out what happened and use it in some way. Then get the kids out.

And Fondor, he said? Why would he go to Fondor? There were no major population of Force sensitives on Fondor. Honestly, there were hardly any. So many other better targets to go after. And why go after Jedi first when the One Sith existed? Every so-called crime the man raved about originated with the Sith and the Jedi kept the destruction in check. But if he was going to Fondor, he wouldn't be the Republic's problem yet and the Protectorate would probably be the last person they wanted to mess with. Especially on Fondor itself.

 

[Boomerang]

[member="Theodore Hyde"] [member="Jareth Oldron"] [member="Break"] [member="Judgement"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Kira Talith"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Behind the woman, the Temple was going up in smoke. Dead, burned corpses were draped over the rubble. And through it all, she did not flinch. Was this the worst situation she'd found herself in? Well, in terms of destruction and death, yes.

But was it the worst emotional setting she'd been in? Not on your life, pal.

Tiola and the younglings had made it out before the real damage had taken care of the Temple, so the eleven individuals had remained unharmed. Unless, of course, little Rilo was counted.

Now outside, the children huddled around the merc, seeking imaginary comfort from their quasi-kidnapper. On her shoulder, Rilo began to stir, so Tiola set him down on his feet. "Oi, you two, let 'im rest on you's. I don't want 'im slumpin' over and crackin' his face on th' ground." The two younglings wordlessly obeyed, and Boomerang stretched her arm before resting the muzzle of her pistol on her shoulder, seemingly at ease.

Soon, though, their attention was caught by the events being recorded by journalists and the likes. Some of the younglings whimpered, others turned away, but Boomerang and the young Iktotchi from earlier stared at what was happening, one with bored disinterest, and the other with horrified enrapturement. As the green-clad man stalked and gestured, shouting with a venom in his voice, the Iktotchi turned to look at the blue woman. "Is he going to kill those two?" the boy asked.

Tiola looked down, noting that the youngling no longer flinched at her mask. "I don't know, ki--" A roar went up from the mob, and both looked up in time to catch sight of the first Jedi slumped on the ground. "Yeah, looks like it."

The Iktotchi looked at the ground, frowning. "It's not right, what he's doing. The Jedi haven't done anything; it's the Sith who hurt everyone! He should be helping us!"

She sighed. "The reason why the people are revoltin' is 'cause the Jedi don't do anything, kid. They've gotten plump an' righteous, sittin' on their high horse. You Jedi may mean good, but these folks don't want nobody who mean good -- they want someone who does good. An' that just ain't the Jedi."

The second Jedi died, and both were silent amidst the whimpers, screams, and shouts. Then, "Are you going to kill us?"

Boomerang snorted. "Nah. Firstly, Green Man said nothin' 'bout killin' ya -- 'e wants y'all alive. And you's just younglin's, innit that right? You's pose no threat ta us."

The Iktotchi looked indignant, and, momentarily forgetting who it was he spoke to, was about to protest when Rilo did it for him. "You can't just discard us like that! We're more than enough of a threat to you -- we're Jedi!"

Murmurings from the other children alerted Boomerang to the fact that they were beginning to have hope, so the merc spread her arms wide. "Oi, kiddies! Look around you's! Your world is burnin', and there's nothin' the Jedi've done ta stop it. Where're the ships, the infamous Jedi Masters? Nowhere -- because you's aren't important enough ta warrant that. An' because of that, when the rains came, there was nothin' your special Jedi could do ta stop us." The Jumper flicked a finger at the Iktotchi. "You, what's your name?"

"R-renjo."

"Renjo, aye? Well, Rilo, Renjo, let me tell ya somethin' -- everything has it's kink, and everything has it's time. It just so 'appens we found your kink, and now is our time." Boomerang looked up, noticing the cameras on her and the younglings. When the children realised that they were now at the centre of attention, they too began to cry as she watched on, impassive.

"Renjo? Seems I lied. There may be a chance none of ya will make it out alive."

 

[Placeholder 04]

As the former ruler of Ession, Cyril tended to keep tabs on the planet.

The Jedi had left Ession a few months ago once the planet was stable. Since then, the planet was ruled by an elected, non-force sensitive council. They did their job fine, and the Peacekeepers tended to do just that, keep the peace.

Yet when Cyril saw these people killing innocents who could not possibly be Jedi, as not a single Jedi lived on the planet anymore, and the order of the Jedi Lords had merged into the Republic, he cringed.

They had dressed up innocent people in Jedi robes, marched them outside, and killed them systematically for...what exactly?

Frame the Jedi who had spent all their resources restoring the planet, helping set up a diplomatic government, and leaving its people to their devices unmolested.

This was either staged, or something was very wrong on his former world.

Not his problem anymore though. There were bigger fish to fry.

With a sigh, the former Archlord flipped off the holo-console, and continued munching on his sweet rolls.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

There were very few things that Jennifer Blanchard worried on. The first was transmissions coming in to her. When they were from an unknown source, she typically filtered into them. But the girl was busy hunting down North-Central Positronics, or something. A task she got hired on for as a cash job that was not part of her usual stint with the Hegemony. She enjoyed working for the latter, sure, but doing unique jobs? That gave her a few new systems to work her way into.

The trick of it was, she did care. She cared about children, no one should be messing with children. Least of all Force-sensitive children. Jennifer had been taken in by the Baran Do at a young age and was taught to use her skills. Sure, maybe she wasn’t the best of people, but she was far from a bad person. She just used the Force and her skill set to make money, and used the Force a bit more rough. Still didn’t mean she hated Jedi.

Jenn really didn’t quite hate anything, aside from dust, and water in computer systems.

But the fact that the job board started lighting up from a variety of Force using groups, Jenn decided whatever she was on with North-Central could wait. She’d been stalking this company down through the galaxy for what felt like months now. But the quote unquote job board she used to find certain jobs, that was lightning up.

Having received a message from an unknown source, it was telling her to look for the younglings. Right. Jenn spun in her chair, opening up another computer terminal and viewing the message. She wasn’t really glad that she did, terrorists thinking they were someone important. But she got to work right away.

Running her system through several different anti-tracing programs and making it so the signal originated from Nar Shaddaa. She liked going through the Smuggler’s Moon for a lot.

“Now where are you from?”

She began tracking the signal, seeing where it was bouncing around from, and filtering through to Ession and Fondor. Which world was it…? Another program opened and she kept getting to work.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Nar Shadaa

Apartment Complex​

The pouring rain of Nar Shadaa had made most noises nearly unheard, especially the recent fight bounty hunter Adenn Gra'tua had gotten into, but as he sat down on his bounties couch, armor splattered in blood from at least three different people, he noticed that he'd left quite a big mess of bodies behind him, something that probably would be frowned upon by numerous people, and eventually lower his reward.

Reaching for the remote to the holovision he sat in front of, Adenn noticed the large pool of blood at his feet, but he ignored it as he turned on the holovision, flipping through the channels in search of something to watch the bounty hunter picked out a single voice out of everything else, which said something that sounded like "I had a family once." Which caught the mans attention, since it sounded like a line someone would say before something interesting happened in a holo drama.

Flipping back to the channel Adenn waited to see some evil person or someone giving a monologue to the hero of the movie or whatever, but instead he saw the green cloaked form of [member="Theodore Hyde"] crouched near a older balding man, something that was very common in holo dramas nowadays, but what made the bounty hunter know that it wasn't a show of any kind was the camerawork, as it had been concentrating on one person for too long, and it was too shaky to be in something non horror related.

Placing the remote down Adenn Gra'tua stared intently at the video, unflinchingly inspecting the whole thing, even as people were shot on screen he still watched, a small smirk appearing under his helmet as he slowly found the whole situation more and more like a holo drama, something he was just looking to watch. And as the camera turned to show the group of younglings Adenn found himself laughing at the pitiful threat, something that would most definitely not keep him away from anyone, given there was a good enough price on their head.

"Forceless Future Society eh?" the man started speaking to himself "They seem a bit to unorganized to be a 'society' though, but it seems to sound more professional I guess." The bounty hunter's smile grew bigger as he remembered 'Theodore Hyde's' comment about Fondor being next and all that fun stuff, which meant that his next destination would also be there as well, and the mandalorian hoped he would be able to get there before the FFS, so he could be waiting for them.

Standing up with a groan Adenn retrieved the remote again, turning off the holovision before checking his weapons, making sure they were all there before moving towards the apartment door then stepping over the body of his bounty with a small chuckle, deciding that he'd take the time to pick up the casings from his weapons, so he could reuse them at a later date, even though it would be time consuming since the bounty hunter had fired his weapons a few more times than he should have.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

There was an uncomfortable silence in the Oyu'baat as footage from the riot and burning Jedi temple on Ession played on a loop. He didn't care much for Jedi, and he karking hated the Sith and while he knew they were two sides of the same coin, he also knew that the Jedi had their place in the Galaxy, just as the Sith did. As a Mandalorian with religious views not often shared with even many Mandalorians, he understood that zealotry was the real cause for concern. Extremism in any form was toxic, and this man...He had gone too far...

Standing beside him was his younger brother. He knew that he had the Force, not many others knew, not that he tried to hide it from anyone. What this madman represented right now...He couldn't allow for it to go on.

"I'll talk to Azrael about sending a few Ori'ramikade out-"

Davin looked at him, his eyes full of anger.

"I'll deal with him myself." It was...quite possible that the Davin was sent to kill this man, after all, he was part of the Ori'ramikade. But something in Gilamar's gut told him it was a terrible idea...But Davin was his own man now.