Fortifying a Foundation

[Kida Tillian]

The Alliance had fallen, ripped in half by its own leadership. An act of deception that had surpassed all other acts of deception in history. It was absolutely unimaginable. And they had been left here on Tython. A contingent of Jedi, cohort of soldiers, and a handful of ships that had been grounded prior to the attack of the Sith.

Talanis has gathered them all, guided by a vision he had received in the Force. They had believed him and joined him, deserving their loyalty. He had reorganised them. There was no more time for weakness. No more time for debate. Democracy had failed and it had been shown that it could not be trusted.

No, strong leaders immune to corruption were what was needed. He would be the first of them. Others would come. This too he had foreseen. And when they were ready, they would strike out, driving the spear of the Light deep into the Dark.

But first, they must prepare. Fortunately, Tython was full of such places. Even the ancient Tho Yor temples still existed and they would be their foundation, beginning with Vur Tepe. The vision had guided him here and truly the Force had willed it, for the forges still ran and the temple was awake, as if it had been prepared for then.

So he had held his band of warriors up the slope of the volcano and into the massive ziggurat. It had been cleaned and prepared while Talanis took stock of the resources. The volcano provided energy and a sense of defense, but they needed a shield, power generators, anti-air artillery.

“Get that docking pad up!” He called over to a group of engineers. “Once it’s ready, we can bring in more shipments by air!”

Others had been sent on salvaging missions to retrieve what there could of the Alliance materials. They’d raised abandoned depots and repair docks, lugging all that could be found back up the mountain, and arrayed in stacks around the temple. Logistics personnel sorted through and organized it all.

It was the forges themselves that drew Talanis, like the object of a dream that he could not remember. Long hours he spent every night, sorting through the tools and equipment left there. They were new, for the most part. No more ban two decades old before being abandoned. Some secret awaited him there, he was sure of it.

All he needed was to find it. Thatand a million other things. But the others would be arriving soon, for they too were called.

 

[Kida Tillian]

He finally stumbled on them, whatever it was that he was looking for. They were schematics, instructions, formula, all recent and modern. sa paused and sat at a nearby table, sifting through them all. They were metallurgical information and looking at the formula for the type of metal, one unseen by the rest of the galaxy. It was a new alloy that seemed to be designed to be used with Force imbued smithing.

As he continued through the information, admiration and respect rose through Talanis. Whoever had created these must have been a genius. This was an accomplishment like nothing that he had ever heard. It strengthened the users ability to imbue and craft an item with the Force. That opened up even more possibilities.

He wasn't sure how much time passed as he spent studying the materials, but it felt like none at all. Only when he checked his chronometer did he realize that it had been nearly day that he had spent absorbing the information. New possibilities arose within his mind and ways to use this information to their advantage. They already had lightsabers. Swords wouldn't be necessary, but armor and shields, those they could use. Of course, they would need to find master smiths and instructors to help instruct them in the art, but the information here provided enough of a base for them to begin working with.

Talanis began jotting notes in the datapad as ideas came to him. These would provide a great advantage against the Dark when he had enough to field an army of knights against the Dark. Indeed, the visions had led him here, and to this information.

It was their destiny to burn the Dark until nothing remained.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Kyle had love for the Alliance, but he wasn’t the flag waving patriot that was seen in so many of the Alliance brass. He was a Warden, a Grey Paladin, and a Mandalorian. He knew how a fight was supposed to be completed. His clan were scouts, but they were still finding origins and common purpose from Mandalore. He was now Jedi, but he knew the light side, and that was what caused him to butt heads with the Empires. But the Alliance and light side? They found him with a more solid purpose.

He was finding his way towards Tython, where more servants of the light had arrived. He needed to learn about these beings. And that was why the armored pilot had stepped from his ship towards the meeting that was arranged.

He understood the teachings of so many of the past, a Jed he was not, however. And maybe that was what was needed. Someone who was willing to take the steps Jedi couldn’t, or wouldn’t. He knew that the New Jedi Order, the Shattered Order, had been considered radical, compared to the Silvers and the Republic, but they still couldn’t keep the fight going when pushing the Sith back. And now there was the First Order.

A number of reasons to be here, but Kyle was still making his way towards the meeting. Armor and weapons ready, not that he suspected he’d need them today.

 

[Kida Tillian]

[member="Kyle Farnes"]

Talanis was deep in thought as he strode through the ancient smithy, and eventually outside to stand and look out at the world around them. The beauty of the world was lost upon him. He had neither time nor mental energy for beauty. All must be turned towards the purposes for which he worked. The galaxy deserved no less. No, it needed no less. All must be sacrificed if it was asked of them.

In time, someone moving towards them caught his attention, and Talanis started, inspecting the newcomer. He was a Force user. Talanis could sense it, but also armored and armed like a Mandalorian. That received a grim smile from Talanis' face. They would be needed. Oftentimes, the Dark had twisted and corrupted the Mando'ade to their purposes, but not always. Some stayed true to the nature of reality and resisted against it.

"Well met, friend!" Talanis called out. "Have you come to join our cause?"

 

[Sev Onasi]

Opposition-

The Sith had come to Tython, oh yes, they had. And Azza had come along with them but had not returned. Legends spoke of the birthplace of the Jedi and the origin of the Sith. Yet it had been lost in his own era, and he had no desire to leave just yet. There was so much potential that he could practically taste. Jedi were scattered across the land, alone and leaderless. They would be tasty soups to consume and their power would be his.

He would grow in strength again and reclaim his titles. Master of the Assassin's Guild and Dark Lord of the Sith. Oh yes, that would be delicious. The ancient Anzati crept through the woods as he followed the scent of a Jedi that had been sent fleeing into the wilderness. Not as powerful as he had liked, but it had been long since he feasted on Jedi.

It would be good to get back into the practice of the Hunt. Azza had missed it, through these long centuries of cultivating his garden of toxins and instructing those who wished to learn. It invigorated him. Made him feel young again.

Like a shadow, he darted forward and crept up to where he could feel the footsteps rippling through the Force. As the young human appeared, Azza crouched and waited for the right moment. With a leap, he sprung and clasped the youngling's head, devouring the essence. Even as he fed upon this victim, he could feel his strength and power growing.