Episode IV: No Hope

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Coruscant.​

Level 1313​

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Mira felt her side being jabbed by something sharp – was it a stick? Or was it a knife? Why couldn't her bai'bur let her sleep a little longer?

It was only when she tried to move or open her eyes that she realized she wasn't sleeping and wasn't at home. A smell would hit her, something disgusting like no other. Trash? How did she end up in a pile of trash?

She felt dizzy, even nauseous as she struggled to come to. Garnet colored eyes would flutter open, her body rolling to the right to focus on a Weequay and a Rodian. The Weequay would sneer and reach down, snatching up the young girl by her arm, her body trying to resist but the nausea sent tingling sensations throughout her body and her muscles failed to react. She tried to focus on him – but her eyes wouldn’t adjust properly – instead she’d see a triple set of the being, swaying inwards and outwards towards his true self.

“Wat do we gat heeere?” His accent was drawn out, poor Galactic Basic apparently. His free hand would run down her side and grab away her lightsaber – The Guardian. “A Jeedi bay de looks uf it.” He’d turn to his Rodian partner and gesture to the young girl. “Put them cuffs on her.” He’d laugh in her face, causing her to sway backwards in an attempt to avoid the atrocious smell of his breath – the garbage she was laying face down in smelled better than it. He'd examine her again and look at the glistening Pendant from her neck and pull it free - "This will futch a nice credit too, yuh?"

The Rodian would say something – something she didn’t understand. She had been studying different languages but Rodese wasn't one of them.

“Yah! Them Sith will pey us for her!” He’d sneer again and grip her arm tighter as the Rodian slid on the cuffs and bound them tightly to her. “We gunna be rich!” The Weequay proclaimed loudly and nudged his Rodian partner, letting go of Mira’s arm. She collapsed to the ground on her knees, coughing slightly as she impacted the ground harshly. Her cough would worsen – growing louder as she heaved, soon the heaves turned into productive noises and then, she threw up.

“Stepid Jedi, don’t drink…” The Weequay sneered as he attached her saber to his belt and gestured to the Rodian to lift her to her feet. The darker green being would do so, lifting her by the cuffs and one arm. This was level 1313 – what they were doing appeared no different than any other activity that went on down in the Underworld. A young girl being dragged from the alleyway wasn’t something new, especially cuffed.

Such is the life of darkness on Coruscant.

Her vision was getting better, she’d note, but her speech wouldn’t come to her. Her mouth was dry and caked with that nasty taste of bile. How did she get here? Last she remembered she was with her ba’buir - [member="Strider Garon"]. The noise of 1313 would fill her ears as she came out into the streets against her will, the obnoxious drunkards fighting – yelling of spice vendors and the lot of the criminal Underworld working to make a quick credit.

Her coral eyes would narrow, her head turning from the bright lights that would hit her face – it causing her to cough again in objection – was she drugged? Was she sick? What was happening to her?

Where was everyone she knew?

Welcome to the Galaxy of Chaos Mira – just so happens, you ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.​

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron leaned against one of the back corners of the ship, taking in the masked man's story. The girl named Akala. How she was some sort of ancient being. He'd never heard of any Kwa race, but he made it sound like a bad thing. And the fact that she was practically a god...dess... it was a bit much to take in. Still, he kept silent, wanting to capture any and every morsel of information about the entity. What he said next, however, made him drop everything. Literally. The little automation he'd been absently building in his hands clattered to the floor, where it rattled a few times before stopping. Reaching down quickly to pick it back up, he spoke up. "I'm sorry, the... what? Netherworld? Of the force? What's that supposed to be, and why is she gonna try to bring over an army? If it's that bad, we need to get over there now. Take the fight to her." He knew he was speaking rashly, but then again he was under a lot of stress. That tended to happen when you were scared for the lives of friends and loved ones. Taking a moment to breathe, he calmed himself down. He should be strong. Think things through, like he always did. That's the only way he'd find Nef. "Okay. Where is this Netherworld? How do we get there? Can you take us?"

[member="Krest"] [member="Bol-Jahir"] [member="Wanderer EXO"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Location: Voss

There was a strange feeling around them, a subtle moment that said there was a change. It was not the force that tickled at her senses it was something else here on the planet the planet felt odd. She looked over to Marek.

Serena took a few steps reaching out with her hand she thought the air felt odd, what was it that was here, it held nothing like before. She shook her head, "Is there no one that can tell me where [member="Connor Harrison"] or any of the others has gone?"

[member="The Ferrymen of the River"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith woke up slowly too slowly for a day that was meant to be spent with her husband [member="Dar'yaim Balor"] and her son Bud Balor . She rolled over expecting to find the slumbering form of her husband, but the bed was empty.

It was not unlike him to get up, but it was unlike him not to come back to bed. Their marriage survived on the times they had together, something was off though the house was too silent. Then the gurgling of the holonews was reporting the missing.

Missing! Faith sat up and slipped from the bed "DAR!" She wandered from room to room they weren't here, there was no note, no message, no nothing that would have always been left.

Was he among the missing too? Faith sat down and began to think of what she could do.

 

[Darth Ayra]

[member="Alicia Drey"]

"I would have returned, and I would have brought you back to the realm of the living with my power. I would then have shared with you the secrets of immortality, so it would not happen again - adapting you as I always have." She sighed. "I know you love me, and that you did what you felt was best for our goals. I also know you didn't expect that this would be used as an opportunity to kill me. But that was still a mistake... one we'll be rectifying as we proceed with our plans here."

She smiled. "Think of it, Alicia. They will have the universe at their fingertips. Perhaps you may use them as a host for the essence of the Dark Lord, gaining his favor and allowing him to corrupt all things. But we must begin the ritual now - that is your punishment."

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"If we are to conceive a child today, then it won't be as a gift to that certain Voss, who or whatever he maybe." Ayra circled around the woman stood before her. She knew that for years, Circe Savan had been in search for the perfect vessel. Something to mould and create into something she could not fathom. As she walked and then came to a stop, a look of thought and concern etched across her face, Ayra came to a realisation that there were many things that her Sith Master knew that she did not.

It dawned upon the Sith apprentice that she was, still, the apprentice; and her short lived tenure as the Sith Master had come to an end.

For the first time in seven years, Darth Ayra thought of the night that Darth Junra had betrayed the Voss Dark Lord of the Sith, founder of the One Sith and the ever mysterious presence as he had been when she had been inducted into his cult back in 836 ABY. She had mourned Circe Savan, seeking to continue the Rule of Two she had begun sixteen years ago on that fateful night on Hanna City.

Ayra said. "If you want to punish me, master, then that is your prerogative. For seven years I have mourned your passing, with no communication or sign of you having been alive. I gave up my family to be at your side. All I wanted was to be your apprentice, so that you could show me what it was that made my Mother, Father, Brother and Sister alienate me. You showed me the way."

"Without you, I wouldn't be the woman I am today. You have to understand what I did was for you, don't you?" She pleaded. Whereas Alicia Drey was a conceited being, here stood the same timid little girl Circe Savan had found in a carnival on Chandrila and showed her the ways of the dark side. She had become Darth Ayra that night.

She had become hers.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alicia Drey"]

"Very well. I have enough respect for you to heed your wishes on what you wish to happen with the Dark One." That would be the unofficial name of the child. And Ayra would be the vessel, the carrier for this being, this future emperor of destruction. She sensed the woman's concern and placed a hand gently on her shoulder.

"View it as a punishment of grace, my apprentice." She gave a somewhat somber look. "You will be forced to undergo a trial that I do not believe it fit for myself to be through. And yet the rewards..." She gave a kiss to the Chandrilan's ear. "The rewards will be gloriously bountiful. That I can promise. View it as... No. Don't view it as a punishment. View it as compensation. Where the lightsaber you ran me through with brought forth death, you now pay the penance of bringing forth new life. Tainted life. The life of the Dark Side."

"I know that you did what you thought was the right thing to do. And whether it was the right thing to do or not, you showcased one of the reasons I claimed you - your free-thinking." The entire set of reactions that Alicia Drey, her loving apprentice, had showcased were the exact same as though it was the day after she had become the apprentice to a Sith Lord.

Gently, she would embrace Ayra from behind. "I'm not sure what else to say. Do you want me to reassure you? To tell you it'll be alright?"

 

[Arage Bao]

Coruscant, Deep Down Under

I missed Nar Shaddaa.

There had always been something genuine about my homeworld, no pretension that it was anything other than it was. You don’t find that kind of self-knowledge in this galaxy, not by a long shot, ‘least that was my own personal opinion on ‘Shaddaa. It was just refreshing ya know?

Anyway.

I am on Coruscant today, Sith’s capital ever since the Republic lost the first battle, didn’t feel like Sith territory though. Not here. It felt… the same? Ain’t sure if that was something positive though with the spice dealers doing their trades in the corner, whores screaming off their wares and slavers doing their rounds in the fringes.

Was trying to get some contacts build up in this place, hit home with the local gangs here and see what the action is made up of. Ain’t planning on moving operations here anytime soon though, but it was always good to have a distinct sense of what was happening outside your own sphere.

Then my eye caught two schuttas carrying off a little girl between ‘em, couldn’t be more than twelve-thirteen years old. Hell was she doing here? Not local, the clothes didn’t match, too clean.

Don’t go for it, Khal. You got your business they got theirs.

Ain’t your problem, just continue what you are doing.

Problem is, I wouldn’t ever be able to look myself in the mirror again if I let this just happen. Gave a nod to the peddler, exchanged some smokes and then settled off. Casual walk, relaxed, enough distance between me and [member="Mira Gyndar-Rekali"]’s assailants for now.

Let’s see where this goes.

 

[Lassiter]

There was certainly something else to be found on Coruscant’s lower levels. In a sense it reminded her of the lovely atmosphere and feel of Nar Shaddaa but there was just something in the air that made her hesitant about it all. Perhaps it was the fact that only a few thousand levels above them there was a police force holding her name in shame, or maybe, just maybe it was the potential wrath of her master that kept her mind ‘straight’ so to say.

It didn’t really change that much though. Her time in [member="Khaleel Malvern"]’s merry little crew had her childish cravings for shiny things covered and they had covered it pretty well so far. So how could a two-bit, dime-a-dozen kleptomaniac help a up-and-at-them ‘entrepreneur’ like Khal? Well, first step would be to introduce him to what few friends she had made on Coruscant. A few fences mostly, but it was a start.

Though at the moment the two colleagues had managed to split up after Sena spotted a very pretty ring inside of a very small shop. Would she take it? Hell no, this spot on Coruscant was like home. The spot where people like her could do their kind of business in relative peace. To steal from these hard working people would be a shame, at least until the ‘high-end retailers’ opened up their services to her.

Gazes set out to find her ‘friend.’ Where could he be? She had no doubts he could handle himself but hey, one could never be too certain as of late.

Eventually she found him looking down an alleyway at something before he set off after…

Her eyes widened in shock. A girl, [member="Mira Gyndar-Rekali"], being dragged away by two idiots.

“No.” Sena stood still in fear for a moment. Images flashed. Blood on hands. A knife in a throat, her first victim. A man with no pulse and a first taste of freedom. The men who had tried to ‘take’ her when she too was around that age. It sparked that flame inside of her. The same flame that had almost sparked inside of her when she first met Khaleel in that alleyway on Nar Shaddaa.

But this wasn’t Khaleel and it wasn’t just a spark. This was a fire. A fire fuelled by memories, of anger and blind stupidity. Sena began to speed her approach while reaching out for anything to grab as a weapon. There were nothing to be found but a pipe. A lead pipe that she carefully weighed up and down in her hands. It felt nice, steady, deadly, perfect. It would do just fine for this.

“Hey!” It was a move to get their attention, nothing else.

The men turned around and with all that she could muster she swung for the Rodian’s head. The cracking sound of a skull being fractured echoed around her. Oh this was just the beginning of the pain she would cause them.

Nobody treats a child this way.

Nobody.

 

[Uri Aureleos]

Entered Alderaan from the Nether

As Uri's feet hit the ground what he assumed would be relief to be back in the galaxy was really a blood lust. He couldn't control the urge but he did remember this was what he felt when entering that horrible place. He reestablished his connection with the force then fixed his eyes on the first thing that was in front of him luckily he didn't glance to his side at Elizie. For him, it was what he assumed to be a dark Jedi most likely coming through the rift just before Uri and Elizie. A being clad in a black robe plunging a blue saber into a republic soldier. One soldier out of a small squad. Probably sent to search for Uri after his cryptic message.

Uri pulled a Light Sai from his belt. Igniting and tossing it through the air toward the other force user. It's deflected easily by enemy's lightsaber. Uri follow directly behind it taking off in a sprint for the dark jedi. He's stunned at how quickly Uri is right next to him. Uri draws and ignites his second light sai as he thrust it forward. The dark jedi quickly parries. At this point Uri uses telekinesis to call his other sai back to his hand. His adversary takes the moment to preform his own downward strike. Uri catches it in the prongs of his sai twisting hilt in his hand and then pulling the enemies saber from his hand. The other sai reaches his hand and Uri buries both the blades and prongs into the dark jedi. He gives them a twist before pulling them out. The dark jedi falls backwards.

Uri's eyes next met one of the republic soldiers who he suspected to be the squad leader. Uri glared at him griping his sai tightly in his hands. The soldier raised his rifle and Uri quickly sliced through the barrel. He then drew back slicing for the soldier's neck. "Padawan Uri-" Hearing his name brought Uri back to his senses. He drew back a little but not soon enough as the tip of the blade cut just enough into the soldier's neck. Uri dropped his light sai going to the soldier and placing his hand on his neck trying to heal him. It didn't help. Uri didn't have the experience for such a wound and his emotions were too unstable to preform the action. He could only watch as the soldier gasped until he finally suffocated.

Uri began to hyperventilate. He took a moment and simply tried to control his breathing. He took a spare moment to do a quick meditation of emptiness. He was no good to people in the state he was in at the moment. He finally got control of his emotions then he realized the group that would be coming through the rift behind him. They had to leave now. There was no chance that he could go back into the rift again or he would be the next to die.

[member="Elizie Adasca"]

 

[Bubák]

What woke her up was the screaming. The terrible sound seemed to have originated from within her head, her mind. It felt as if her skull was being crushed, her vision a strange mix of blur and red veil that covered her sight. But one thing overpowered all senses. The lust for murder. Elizie just wanted to kill someone. The urge to murder could not be commanded, she simply had to satiate the thirst for blood no matter the cost. The thought of taking a sentient life became maddening, she had to find someone to kill! And silence the screams as well! Her milky-white eyes glanced around, seeking the nearest victim. She found five. A group of soldiers slowly moving towards her, almost as if time itself slowed down. One of them started raising his hand for reason she could not understand in that moment. With no hesitation, the Arkanian was upon them, her moves merciless, lethal, the exact opposite of her usual disarming non-lethal strikes. Before the first armoured man knew what happened and had any chance to defend himself, he lied on the ground with his head split in half. Half of the helmeted head still attached, the other half falling next to the fresh corpse.

Emerald blade of superheated plasma tore through their bodies, the moves having absolutely nothing to do with elegant and precise jabs of Makashi. No, Elizie used deep and powerful swings as she slashed, ignoring the pained screams of her victims as she turned the soldiers into smoking heaps of burned flesh and molten armour. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over.

Having done the necessary deed, her mind relaxed, returning to normal. Casually clipping the lightsaber back to her belt, the girl looked upon the dead pieces of men, her mind unable to accept and comprehend what just happened. She never wanted to do this. The Force knew she never wanted to do this. And yet, she stood atop the men she had just murdered, her eyes blindly staring at the remains.

Republic troopers.

This had to be a nightmare. She would have never committed such an act. To slaughter her own men, people who trusted the Jedi Order, who believed them to be peacekeepers… She was no better than the crazy Sith from Kashyyk. But… it was not her that did the killing, right?

Thoughts swirled through the Padawan’s mind as she tried to find peace, asking the Force for an advice. The she realized she felt the presence of [member="Uri Aureleos"]. Turning her head to him, she mustered enough strength to make her voice sound calm and collected. Elizie did not want to be seen as a broken Padawan, a failure. “Let’s go, Padawan Aureleos,” she commanded, realizing her voice sounded a bit too harsh, too eager to get away, “There is nothing we can do here.” She would willingly admit what she did, confess the crime and let the Council pass their judgement on her. But not now, not today. This galaxy needed her, just as it needed all Jedi. She could not undo what she had committed, but perhaps she could repent for the crime that was not entirely her own by helping the ones who needed it.

 

[Uri Aureleos]

Uri glanced up at Elizie giving her a look of distaste he wish he could give himself. He grabbed his sai then stood up holding his chest out trying to make it through this horrible situation. He looked past Elizie at the soldier on the ground. He didn't even hear her kill them. He was caught up in the fog that had his mind. Her voice brings his eyes back to her. The look still on his face as he listened to her speak. He shook his head.

"I can still see you," he didn't mean to sound as cryptic or angry as he did. "You think you can put up a shield and hid, but I see straight though to just how messed up you feel right now. I feel it too. Covering it up won't save you later down the road..." He exhaled loudly,"We can't stay. Republic Command is a few blocks from here... Padawan Adasca."

He latched the sai to his belt then began the long trek back.

[member="Elizie Adasca"]

 

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It was a crack and a splash of green blood that caught his attention, an unusual squeal that made him jerk the form of Mira around infront of him – using her as a shield against the pipe wielding [member="Sena Lassiter"].

“Dun’t think about it ledy…” His accent grew thick as his agitation level rose, he withdrew a wicked, curved blade from his side as he jerked the neck of Mira up, exposing her jugular area. He’d put the blade against her neck, slightly over her left shoulder, pressing firmly against her skin. “I’m gunna get paid far this Jedi – you cen’t stop me.” He’d motion with his head the other direction to which she came from.

“Now gew home befure I spray her blood all over dah walkway…” He warned.

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Mira was helpless – cuffed and feeling the effects of the event that gripped the Galaxy, she could only be handled around as if a temperamental child was tossing her about a room. She barely caught a glimpse of the Rodian on the ground and then her savior – another girl? She felt the warm liquid of the Rodian blood on her, probably splashed against the white long sleeve moisture wicking shirt. Which explained why she felt it directly on her skin – a gross sensation at that – nonhuman blood.

The thought made her cough violently until her head was jerked back, and the cough was forcefully stopped once a knife presented itself against her flesh. She could feel the rough fingers of the Weequay through her now loose ponytail. He intertwined them through her hair and yanked hard – enough to make her eyes water. Man, these guys were jerks!

What had she gotten into?

Where was she?

Where was bai’bur? Where was buir? For that fact – where the hell was [member="Aton Gyndar"]!?

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Sena Lassiter"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Falcon Gyndar"]

 

[Lassiter]

“Oh really?” A low-pitched, slightly deranged chuckle cracked through Sena’s smirking lips. “Well, go ahead. Diminish your profits. Cut that bounty in half and into something more your price range.”

She spun the pipe around in her hand. Eyes set on his friend. Was he dead? She took a step back, then another. Her heel placed itself firmly on the rodian’s neck. This was it, the part where code-breaking crazy took over. The part that she loved to hate.

With a thrust she applied pressure in an effort to insert her foot into the weequay’s friend. Well, formerly friend anyway. That cracking sound and warm liquid running down her heels would be the best indicator of the rodian's fate. A fate that this idiot would share no matter what he decided to do, really. It was a promise. The only part that was truly up in the air was how fast it would all happen at.

Now, with the way things had transpired she was in no mood at all to just let him off the hook. Oh no, a plan was set in motion. What parts looked the softest? What would cause the most pain? Oh this was going to be fun. Then again, she didn't want too much fun. This was getting out of hand already, she was breaking her own set of rules but when it came to things such as these there were exceptions. A lot of painfully dreadful, bone-breaking exceptions.

“I ain’t letting you leave this place.” Her head shook, slowly. “Not with that girl and especially not with your life intact. Now, we can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way.” Her left hand stretched out as if to extend a hand. “Give me the girl, surrender yourself and I can make it quick for you.”

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Mira Gyndar-Rekali"]

 

[Bol-Jahir]

Gherron leaned against one of the back corners of the ship, taking in the masked man's story. The girl named Akala. How she was some sort of ancient being. He'd never heard of any Kwa race, but he made it sound like a bad thing. And the fact that she was practically a god...dess... it was a bit much to take in. Still, he kept silent, wanting to capture any and every morsel of information about the entity. What he said next, however, made him drop everything. Literally. The little automation he'd been absently building in his hands clattered to the floor, where it rattled a few times before stopping. Reaching down quickly to pick it back up, he spoke up. "I'm sorry, the... what? Netherworld? Of the force? What's that supposed to be, and why is she gonna try to bring over an army? If it's that bad, we need to get over there now. Take the fight to her." He knew he was speaking rashly, but then again he was under a lot of stress. That tended to happen when you were scared for the lives of friends and loved ones. Taking a moment to breathe, he calmed himself down. He should be strong. Think things through, like he always did. That's the only way he'd find Nef. "Okay. Where is this Netherworld? How do we get there? Can you take us?"

[member=Krest] [member=Bol-Jahir] [member="Wanderer EXO"]

426 ABY: Brother​

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Bright red eyes met Bollie's as Zero and the two brothers stood amidst the dead troopers.​

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They seemed hypnotic. Vollo looked at Zero, then back to his brother.​

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"What do you want from us?!" Vollo shouted at the monstrosity.​

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"Not you," Zero snapped in Vollo's direction.​

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He stared deep into Bol-Jahir's eyes, bright red pupils from beneath his dark hood penetrating Bollie's soul.​

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The next few words Zero uttered chilled Vollo to the bone.​

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"Kill him."​

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Bollie remained silent.​

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844 ABY: Not long after billions of people disappear from the Galaxy...​

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"Taking the fight to her is the plan," Bol-Jahir responded to Gherron. "She must not be allowed to cross over."​

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The ship docked at Csilla. They didn't have much of a problem granting permission to the crew to land once they Bol had quietly spoken with a representative.​

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The landing bay dropped.​

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"Quickly, now."​

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They caught a speeder out to the furthest recesses of a Csillan mountain range - the Bol'korr Mountains. Bol-Jahir handsomely rewarded the driver with credits pulled from his side-pouch, and stood looking at the top of the most prominent mountain they stood before.​

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"We're here because four hundred years ago an experimental procedure was enacted by the Galactic Alliance," Bol-Jahir explained. "Instantaneous transportation. They wanted to know if it could be done and had the means to research it."​

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The group headed up the mountain in a small speeder granted by the border patrol.​

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"Some would say it was a successful endeavor, but the goal was transportation within the Galaxy."​

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They reached the gigantic facility at the top of the mountain, it's only entrance a small gate at the front. Bol-Jahir swiped a card in front of the access-panel to this gate, and it opened.​

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They entered.​

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Within was a massive factory, very reminiscent of Omni's production facilities found during the Clockwork Rebellion.​

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"In that goal, they failed. But they did find a road to somewhere else," Bol-Jahir said, turning on the lights in the facility.​

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The lights illuminated an enormous Hypergate. It looked unfinished.​

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"In 426 ABY, the Galactic Alliance built a portal from our Galaxy... to the realm of the dead."​

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He looked at the group.​

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"This is our way in. This is how we find Akala. I do not expect you all to come with me."​

[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member=Krest]

OOC

Bol-Jahir is about to create a rift to the Netherworld from one of Omni's Clockwork Facilities on Csilla.

Upon being powered on, Omni's Clockwork Facility begins to broadcast it's location in an encrypted feed on the HoloNet - the same encryption used during the events of the Clockwork Rebellion 9 years prior.

Anyone capable of hijacking this signal can find the location of this facility.


FORCED CONDITIONAL UPON EXITING THE RIFT
(Your character experiences this as a side-effect)

This rift is one way. There is no coming back to Csilla from the Netherworld once you enter it.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

At Bol-Jahir's reply, Gherron would only nod before going silent again. All the way to the planet, he would watch and observe, waiting for something interesting to happen that would get them closer to the Netherworld. If he had any thoughts about how the man was able to gain entry to the planet simply by speaking a few words to the representative, he didn't say. Once the group was out and on their way to the facility, a chord struck in his memory. He remembered back when he was a padawan, hearing about some guy named Omni. Something about him taking over the minds of others... The details were hazy at best. Upon looking at the ancient hypergate, his breath took a hitch. "I've never even seen one of these in person before... only in records. How is this here?" He stopped as the masked man talked about it wing a gate to the realm of the dead. So that's what the Netherworld was... 'Oh no' he thought instantly. If Nef was in there... No, he had to think better than that. She was a strong girl. She could take care of herself. And if Rael was there with her, he knew the two of them could make it together. He'd trained the kaleesh enough to have such faith in him. Stepping up to the man, he nodded, his jaw set. "I'm going." After that, he paused for a moment. "If we defeat her... will the people she took survive? Will they be able to come back to the galaxy? Please. I have to know."

[member="Bol-Jahir"] [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Wanderer EXO"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Keldabe, Mandalore
[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Nolan was unsure as to how he could be of assistance, he was a fighter, not a talker. The best chance he had was to just wait for someone to make a plan and he'd follow. The former leader Gil was apparently alive and well-ish as well, Azrael was absent to his knowledge.

"I don't know what y'all are planning, but I'd like to know why people are gone, why Gil is bak and why is the Force out of wa..?" Nolan stopped. It was a slip he was unsure should be suffered. Not many knew of his connection to the Force. He hopped it would be missed that he knew the Force.

 

[Garza]

Things were evolving rapidly. I was simply watching everything that was happening. I continued to follow the man calling himself. [member="Bol-Jahir"], Paying attention to every work he said. Careful not to interrupt him. And I could see why the Jedi wanted to come now. If there were people missing, he wanted to find them, and then rescue them. I guess I might as well help. Sure they may be fleshlings, however, I know that I was created by one. All droids were. It was the humans who were smart and used their higher technology to create me into something. Something useful.

As we were going towards the hypergate, and the Jedi asked if they could be saved, I shook my head.

"if we can save more of your kind, I am sure we can. However, do not fret about those who we cannot save. For they would have died anyways. All living creatures do. Its an inevitable cycle of life. Even droids die. However, we are not really considered living anyways."

Carrying my rifles with me, I also had a blaster pistol on my hip. Hidden under the cloak I wore. As well, I had a dagger with me that I could use. I was ready to defend myself and others if necessary. However, what would happen to droids who were stuck in the after life? we are not reborn. We do not and cannot be reborn. Only moved from one body to the next.

Ignoring this thought, I went with them.

Hoping that I was not getting into a bad situation.

[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Bol-Jahir"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Wanderer EXO"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] |

Bastion had fallen. The time of the Primeval was now. Standing on the balcony of the spaceport overlooking Ravelin that had, only an hour ago, been a hive of mass hysteria and chaos as dozens of people fought one another in a panic created by the sudden loss of loved ones and the darker aspects of their souls. For they had all been capable of this destruction and greed, only for the laws of man to push away these thoughts; and they had been given the opportunity to let all of that out.

Now they, their world and cities would add to the ghost fleet known as the Primeval. They would join the cause as the lost searched for their God...

Still, Vilox Pazela felt no closer to discovering the truth. There was a deep, dark void that had not been there before. He felt empty, a disconnection to the Force he did not understand. There was something terribly wrong with the Dark Master. He could not do what he had been able to do before. To summon his knowledge on the dark side felt, in his mind, a danger now. He felt betrayed and abandoned.

He turned away from the balcony and came to a stop in front of a terminal. Once more, the former Lord of the Sith tried to get into contact with old faces, to discover more about the situation. Faces like Kaine Zambrano, Tyrin Ardik, [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Ashin Varanin"] herself. He was utilizing old channels, thus he felt it was unlikely that he would reach his former allies in the Sith Empire, Jedi Order and Lords of the Fringe.

He doubted that they would reply either. For the last time he had been in contact with Zambrano and Ardik, it had been on Prakith, in his failed attempt to usurp the Dark Lord of the Sith. As for the Jedi, he had slipped out of the Jedi Temple on Ossus after Ashin's revelation that the 'Jedi Master' was in fact not a Jedi at all. Vilox also doubted the one time Sith Empress and her lover would aide him, considering his short lived tenure in the Fringe Confederate had come to no avail.

He stopped his search when he came across a signal. The Clockwork Rebellion had been long before his arrival to this time, before his meeting with [member="Darth Voracitos"] on Korriban, when he had introduced himself as Darth Vazela. But he knew of it. Vilox Pazela was no expert on the subject. He did not know much about what the Clockwork Rebellion was. But he recognised that signal.

Slowly, he found himself being pulled back to his time as a Sith Lord. All that he had discovered and learned in the Sith Empire, the faces that he had met and what he had done. Out of the Unknown Regions, the Primeval was not the only entity that was revealing it's face; and thus for the first time in years, Vilox Pazela would show himself.

It would be on Csilla.

---

En route to Csilla

The Bastion-class gunboat had left Bastion hours ago. On board sat Vilox Pazela and the Host Lord, Anja Aj'Rou. He had summoned the would be leader of the Primeval to him upon his discovery. That a Clockwork Rebellion facility had activated and sent a signal as far as Bastion was no coincidence to the Dark Master. She had trusted his word, for it wasn't often that the Dark Master had told her what to do; and he had promised to explain why they were en route to the Chiss homeworld.

"Nine years ago there was an incident in the Sith Empire. It affected several other governments of the time. It was years before I showed my face to the Sith. I was once one of their Sith Lords." A revelation. He had never told Anja or anyone in the Primeval that he had been a Sith Lord once. He continued. "I do not pretend to know much about the Clockwork Rebellion, as it was dubbed. People tended to want to forget about it."

"But I do know of it's significance. As I was searching for old contacts I made in the Empire, to discover more about this situation, I discovered a signal emanating from Csilla. It was coming from a facility that was used in the Clockwork Rebellion. This is no coincidence."

"That is why we are on our way to Csilla. If we are to discover more about this situation, then I am sure this is the place to start. To find out what happened to armies that served you above Gulamendis, forcing us to relocate to Bastion; and why so many people have gone mad in the hysteria that has swept the galaxy."

"I have not been able to sense or see much into the Force since all of this happened, but I just know this is where we must go." He fell silent, waiting to see what Anja would say, as the Bastion came closer to Csilla in hyperspace...

 

[Boethiah]

Anja looked out from the picket ship's viewport, the small corvette was more than capable as a transport and had various designs which made it useful amongst which was its speed. The Host Lord listened well to what [member="Vilox Pazela"] had to say, So he was a Sith? She thought to herself. It wasn't that uncommon of a fact now that The Primeval were aligned with the One Sith; what that relationship meant though was likely as enigmatic to themselves as it was the rest of the galaxy. Surely she did aid them before but what that aid meant to them was not yet revealed.

"If it brings me knowledge, answers to the questions I seek, then surely we must find out.", she responded. Gulamendis was lost for the mean time but what caused it -- all this -- remained a mystery to even her. The Primeval may have won their victory on Bastion but Anja was unsatisfied. The Umbaran witch wished nothing more than to gain answers. Answers to who, what, where, when, why and how. It was her curiosity that got the better of her in this case but it was also the responsibility as a leader to her people that drove the woman into Chiss space. Space that was once the home to her allies but now since forsaken.

Her eyes gazed at the cold world, "Magic is too dangerous to be used, we must act carefully.", she said placing a hand on her sheathed vibroblade. She was already dressed in the advanced agent's armour similar to what she wore on Kashyyyk. If there was going to be a fight she best be prepared.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Bol-Jahir"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Wanderer EXO"] |

There was a touch of cold on Csilla, when Vilox Pazela and Anja Aj'Rou stepped on it's snowy surface. The former Sith Lord lifted the cowl of his robe over his head, to protect him from the cold. He was feeling more than usual as well, due to the fact that he did not have the Force to his proper disposal. He tugged on the dark fabric more than he normally would have.

"Magic? Interesting. Were you born in the Unknown Regions or did you come from another place in galaxy, like me?" Vilox asked. His eyes turned to the Lenoi I datapad in his hand. The signal was coming just ahead. "It's that way."