Perseverance of Will

[Kyrel Ren]

In the aftermath of it all, Kyrel could barely even fathom what he had witnessed hours ago. Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium had all but attacked the First Imperial capital. Dosuun his home, the apex of what First Imperial life would be for all in the glorious eye of the Supreme Leader, all but destroyed, reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes at the hands of the enemy, it filled the Master of Ren with rage. He had not suspected, nor could have know that the Ssi-Ruuk would have returned, and now they were paying the price for it. Sitting in meditation within his quarters aboard the Aggressor. He felt so many emotions, anger, despair, doubt. He was now aboard one of three Resurgent destroyers, guiding only a handful of military and civilian ships to the fringe worlds of the First Order... The Industrial sector and close to the borders of the Outer Rim Coalition. Far enough where Ssi-Ruuk dare wouldn't go, but as for his beloved home it was all gone.

Now he had to deal with the crisis.. Was the First Order destroyed? Did he no longer have a purpose, was his life for nothing if he could not defend the Supreme Leader, dealing with the crisis of what to do was something Kyrel could not get from his mind since making the jump to Hyperspace, and now all he could hear was the proximity alarm showing that the fleet was exiting to Hyperspace.

Meanwhile, Admiral Cain watched, hands clasped behind her back, standing on the forefront of the bridge seeing the fleet slowly emerge from Hyperspace. She remained passive as what remained in view was a hellish world. Filled with nothing but fire and brimstone. She found it a cruel joke that the Ren would bring them to such an inhospitable place. "We have reached Mustafar Admiral." She gave a nod to the communications officer Vato "Very good summon Ren immediately." WIth that Kyrel emerged from the shadows towards the Admiral, having made his entry some time ago from his deep meditation. Speaking coldly towards the Admiral making no mistake of hiding his anger. "We have arrived at last Admiral?" Cain nodded, "Yes we have Ren, what will happen now?"

Kyrel thought indeed what would happen, he needed to summon what Ren remained first, If any was in the system or apart of the fleet, and most of all he needed to figure out what would happen next, he thought of settling on the world using the old droid factories, perhaps using the vast array the world had with the dark side. With such power at his command he could make good use of it, but most of all he would not permit the First Order to merely crumble, nor just be a band of refugees. The days had gone down in the west, and he himself knew that but he would at all cost preserve First Imperial rule. "Transmit an encrypted message summoning all allies within the system or the fleet. I need to know if others may prove useful, If anyone with the gifts of the Force may prove useful, summon them as well." The dark side would play a crucial hand in keeping the way of life they had known intact. Even now if the Admiral didn't understand it, she nodded and obeyed. Preparing and sending a signal, searching for signs of allies, and if not others he would accept his call. He needed to figure out his next step with so much at stake and having never skirted so close to disaster.

[member="Aisha Ren"]
[member="Demitry Draskovits"]

 

[Demitry Draskovits]

[member="Kyrel Ren"] and anyone else who could use the force effectively would feel massive amounts of dark force energy accumulating around what appeared to be a young teenage boy. The boy had only settled here a few weeks before it had been destroyed, but he had felt more welcome here than he had ever done so within the Jen'ari. Seeing all these people, people he considered to be his new friends, being slaughtered without an ounce of care for how it'd effect innocent people. All of this had sent Demitry into a towering rage, his eyes glowing brightly in an orangeish colour. His hands were a light with electricity and a few of the bodies around him seemed to be that of the attackers, but even this hadn't calmed him down. He screamed out in anger, sending great amounts of electricity into the air. It was a pillar if you will. He was trying to bring people towards him, enemys to kill, or people to protect and to calm himself with.

 

[FN-999]

The Supreme Leader was gone.​

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Dosunn was gone. ​

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The First Order was... he stopped himself from thinking the impossible.​

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FN-999 had lost everything in a mere week. His Order, which had meant everything to him, now lay in a state of disrepair. His Leader was gone, as well as many of his successors. His squad had all died on Dosunn to terrible invaders who threatened to burn down the stability of the galaxy. Out of desperation, FN-999 had kept fighting, even as the capital of the First Order finally gave way. Fear became anger, and FN-999 slew countless alien freaks. But even with adrenaline coursing through him, he had finally been forced to flee the planet on one of the last functioning troop transports. He still regretted it.

A fresh dose of anger flowed through FN-999, as he wished every single vile subhuman invader on Dosunn and all over the First Order would die a brutal death. One day, FN-999 would lead a charge back into the Order's territories, his riot baton slicing through his enemies one by one until they were all slain. And if any survived his initial attacks, he would torture them to his heart's content.

FN-999 walked soundlessly through the halls of the warship Aggressor. His normally well-polished trooper armor was covered in ash and dried blood, giving it a grayish hue. Long cuts run through the front and back of the suit, some nearly penetrating completely. FN-999's sergeant pauldron was well-scraped, and made a darker shade of crimson by the blood of his comrades. His riot baton occasionally yielded a few sparks, but otherwise remained silent and powerless. His rifle only had one full clip left - and that was after refilling from his dead squadmates. Nowadays, the state of FN-999's armor was far from unusual, as there had been a shortage of suits on the ship since the alien invasion begun. His partner, a private he might have once commanded, had it better off, but his suit still showed signs of a tough battle.

The two troopers stopped halfway down the hallway, walking right towards a nearby door, the occupied meditation chambers. As FN-999 glanced back, he noticed that the previous two troopers had already made their way down the hall for another long shift elsewhere. FN-999 and the private seamlessly entered sentry positions, with the former standing to the right and the latter standing to the left of the door. They stood defiantly, defending the privacy of one of the last powerful Ren in the Order.

[member="Demitry Draskovits"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Aisha Surt]

A shadowy figure stood behind [member="Kyrel Ren"], much slighter than the Master before her. She was silent as the night, and her ebon cowl was almost as impenetrable to any mortal gaze as the fabric of space itself. In her silence, Aisha Ren had almost been forgotten by the officers and other crew-members on the hull but those attuned to the Force would be able to able to feel her seething. Her mind was turbulent, tossing and turning with thoughts, regrets and questions.

The First Order was dead. Her home but a ruin. What was she now, now that the very institution that made Aisha into who she was had been all but wiped off the face of the Galaxy. Was she even Ren anymore?

These questions had to be pushed aside however, for her duty now was to serve her Order. But there is no order. she snapped to herself, flexing her hands in an effort to vent her frustration.

All of a sudden, her angst fizzled away as Mustafar burst into existence before the fleet and the Ren set her eyes upon her homeland for the first time in some years. Still without a sound, her feet carried to rest a few feet away from Kyrel, her hood disguising all but the lower parts of her face. Aisha turned to the master of her order after a few moments of gathering herself, afraid of emotion taking over her voice and causing it to crackle before all these judgemental eyes.

"What is thy bidding, Master?" she said with an eerie calmness that surprised Ren as it passed from her lips. It was but a facade, however and she knew that the master of the Dark Side she addressed would be able to read her emotions like an open datapad.

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

Ashara was not just simply visiting Mustafar when the first order dropped out of Hyperspace. The sorceress was conducting research of her own accord deep within the underground caverns. Mazes and labyrinths rumoured to be the holding cells of Jedi Lord Vader tortured and killed.She was hoping to find long lost holocrons or reminisce of knowledge she could possess.


Her efforts unfortunately have been an fruitless affair, weeks of touring endless mazes have been a complete waste of time. Her ultimate goal had been divided into two paths, one was to lay low, the Galaxy had been in literal chaos. Her own purpose has yet to be revealed. The other was to search and find relics of her deepest passion Alchemy.


The first order she had heard had been in despair, and war torn. One thing she tried to stay clear from, at this point she was attempting to avoid any type of well shall we say conflict. She wasn't even sure how accepting they would be of her presence here. Ashara was not afraid of the upcoming confrontation it could go well, or very badly it would depend on her perception of the matter at hand. She knew what happened to their homeworld, If the same happened to hers she would want whoever was to blame to burn.Knowing this would give her the opportunity to.make the culprit suffer she was all for it.


She memorized the layout of each maze, she could navigate quite easily back to her ship, she had done it every day for the past month. She felt their presence and without a doubt knew she would speak to the First order very soon. She could not foresee where her path would lead, there was a shroud blocking her.

[member="Aisha Ren"]@FN-999@Demitry Draskovits[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Troopers had noticed the boy's outburst and had followed through in compliance with Kyrel's orders, the boy possessed the Force and was brought immediately to him, while the boy proved to be dangerous in a rage-filled state. The troopers were equipped with riot batons to keep the civilians in line during the exodus. Approaching carefully around the boy, the two troopers swiftly dealt with the boy, zapping him with the batons to break him out of rage, one of the troopers grabbed him by the arm to restrain him before he tried anything else stupid. "Halt, Someone wants to meet you boy." He said as both of the troopers started escorting him off the Civilian ship and towards the Aggressor, to bring him forth before Kyrel.

Meanwhile, Kyrel had noticed the presence of another Ren within the room, her thoughts had been through so much turmoil as if she felt lost due to the recent events. Dosuun falling, The Order now it seems in all but ruins. Yet Kyrel would not allow it, he dare not lose sight or purpose in what they have done for so many years. He slowly removed his helmet, showing a face all but human, long black hair, and skin that showed a more pale and sickly comparison, veins showed, yellow eyes were more noticeable, and it was as if Kyrel was becoming corrupted from within and without. He gave the woman a reassuring smile. "I know you must think that the Order is all but gone, that because of our Supreme Leader's disappearance, and the death of our Grand Moff, the separation of all our forces... That this may be the end." His said his core world accent showing offering a more gentle touch than the mechanical cold tone of his helmet, stepping closer to the woman, who was a powerful Knight of Ren, he couldn't help but be more pleased. "This is not the end I assure you, but we will not be weak as we were again. We were soft and that is what the invaders saw. The Order is broken for now yes.. But a new order will arise as our fist will mark our will. A hand will arise to show that we are strong with a red fist we will emerge unbowed, unbent, and unbroken... Calm yourself, if you believe what I say is true all I ask is will you stand with me to bring forth a strong crimson hand rising from the thorns?" He finished waiting to see if the Ren would find the strength she needed in his words, to sense his determination for them to emerge strong once again. Yet he sensed there would be more to come.

Meanwhile, on the planet, the troopers that guarded Fortress Vader, were patrolling amongst the catacombs, seeing a figure that approached the darkness, they carefully moved closer to take a better look. The troopers had been on high alert since the blackout at Dosuun, and so to say they were paranoid was an understatement at best. They pointed their blasters at her covered in black armor, special equipment that allowed the troopers to survive amongst the environment. They saw a Red Twi'lek woman covered in tattoos "Halt, who are you?

With Cain listening to Kyrel's words, she stepped outside for a moment to see a trooper battered and broken from the evacuation on Dosuun. She thought of an idea perhaps to include such a battle-hardened trooper in the meeting. Addressing him in a stern voice she said. "Trooper you may step inside to see the Ren if you wish? You are relieved from sentry duty for now."

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]
[member="Demitry Draskovits"]
[member="Aisha Ren"]
[member="FN-999"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

Ashara Evanaris had explored the labyrinth every day searching for any clues, or any indication of the fabled fortress of Vader, knowing full well that she was in the Ren sith space. At the time she did not care, she had given into her lust of knowledge, at some point she Knew she would have to deal with the consequences. Quite frankly she was more than prepared, she had probably gone through far worse torment than that of what Vader did to the Jedi during his time of power.


Thus far the circumstances have changed, there was a war on the horizon, and she felt it fitting she had been in the right place at the right time.Home world's are being destroyed. Her mind was processing scenarios a mile a minute sorting out probable outcome which would work in her favor. Her personality as it were, always looked out for herself, it's the main reason she has survived this long. Her home world was once coruscant, born as a human child and later corrupted through Alchemy. And this is who she had become a red sith Twilek. Her home world now has no place for her. Her mind solely twisted through Sith Alchemy. All she knows is pain and suffering and how to inflict to the same. What better opportunity to take full advantage and fight with the first order.


The lethan pulled back the hood of her robes, She gave them nothing more than her name


“Ashara Evanaris”
[member="Kyrel Ren"][member="Aisha Ren"]@FN-999@Demitry Draskovits

 

[Demitry Draskovits]

Demitry had calmed enough to realise there was a chance he had just put himself in grave danger by shooting that beam into the air, his breath was laboured as he glanced around for anywhere he could run off to. His hand lay idly by his lightsaber, the other ready to reach into his coat to retrieve another. The reason the troopers had believed him to be angry when they zapped him was for that exact reason, the fact he was about to be electrocuted annoyed him once again. As he was pulled off towards the other sith, he had time to ponder his choices. He regretted a lot of them, including joining the Jen'ari in the first point, he had made little progression in the order, and he really hated most of them entirely. When he finally reached Kyrel Ren, he looked up towards him. "What was so important that you had to go and zap me?" He began his rant momentarily, before realising, this was the capital of old First Order land, it is entirely possible that this man could benefit him. "Demitry Draskovits, and you are?"

[member="Ashara Evanaris"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Aisha Ren"] [member="FN-999"]

 

[FN-999]

Suddenly, the doors behind FN-999 opened.​

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One of the Ren, or perhaps an assistant to one, called him in and asked him to join the Sith inside. The politeness of the question caught him off guard, as if he had a choice. But even if he did, FN-999 was still intrigued into why he had been summoned. He was a common trooper, even if he held a commanding position. There was little need for him to directly meet with a Ren who might become the next Leader of the Order, or the organization that would come out of it. So, FN-999 walked in, curious and slightly nervous.

FN-999 stopped in his tracks apon seeing the Ren in the room. He wore a deep black cape that covered his entire back, obscuring everything around it in shadow. Beneath it lay battle armor, likely higher quality than even FN-999's own suit before Dosunn. While his face was calm, anger seemed to resonate through the room. FN-999 didn't blame the Ren - the Order had changed so rapidly in the past few days.

Just a day ago, FN-999 could remember being called to Dosunn to join the legions defending the planet. He had expected the capital of the Order to withstand the assault of alien reptiles without an issue, followed by the wrath of the Supreme Leader pushing them all the way back to their own twisted end of the galaxy. But the enemy had struck harder than any trooper could have anticipated. FN-999 remembered watching as his squadmates, some of which he had commanded for years, were ripped apart by the blasters and swords of alien hordes. With comms cut and any commanding officers dead or captured, FN-999 and his one surviving veteran squadmate had torn a hole through the enemy flank in a desperate attempt to leave the planet. Only after both troopers killed hundreds of enemies each did they finally stumble apon a garrison being overrun. FN-999 and his squadmate were able to kill an additional hundred aliens, fueled by pure rage and adrenaline, leaving a sufficient opening for them and the six troopers in the garrison to escape in a troop transport.

Then, under twelve hours ago, the transport was picked up by the First Order Star Destroyer that FN-999 currently stood in. The ship's crew had taken them in, assigning them guard duties and promising a lighter schedule in the days ahead. That was the last FN-999 had remembered before he took a bunk and went to sleep, still wearing his armor.

Emerging from his pool of thoughts, FN-999 introduced himself.

"Hello, sir. I'm FN-999, sergeant and survivor of Dosunn. What do you need me for, sir?"

[member="Aisha Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Aisha Surt]

Aisha was hesitant, her eyes skimming the features of Kyrel before meeting his eyes. Her ears carefully contemplated his words, and her exterior turned steely in her well-practised cleansing of apparent emotion. "I will do what must be done, Master. For the First Order. For the Ren." Aisha said with conviction, a well-oiled speech that had been uttered by her lips countless times.

She grew tired of it.

The red-haired Knight turned away from Kyrel to observe the battle-damaged storm-trooper stepping towards the pair, or rather the Master of the Knights of Ren. A brief pang of emotion swept across her as [member="FN-999"] for the Force gathered itself darkly around him. He was nothing more than a killer, a mass-murderer if you will. And the Force had responded to the fact. It unsettled the Ren immensely.

Her attention then turned to the young man before her, and she barely withheld her scoff. He was no more than a child, and he dared to speak with such insolence to the future Leader of her Order. A scorn fell upon her visage, and the woman made no attempts to hide her negative sentiment toward the cocky young man. "Mind your tongue, boy. Lest you want it cut off." she spat quickly, before extending a pale hand. "Your lightsaber." she spoke in a calmer tone, motioning in slight to the silver cylinders in his palms. "And the one in your pocket, too."

[member="Demitry Draskovits"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel could read the Knight's emotions, her mind was in turmoil due to the recent events that happened to the First Order, and what was to come now. Kyrel himself knew that what lied beyond was an uncertain path for them all. But he knew that he would not simply let the ideals of the First Order die. Instead, he initially thought that they all needed to establish something stronger, a mix of First Imperial values and radical thought. That's why he had gathered them all for such a meeting.

The elder Ren gave a smile and shook his head towards the Knight, knowing that she hated uttering the same words over and over again. "Now now, you don't have to be so formal when you speak, if you simply loathe the words, then do please say so. " Before he continued any further, a Stormtrooper walked into the room, looking damaged from the battle that had taken place hours prior. He could use such experienced troopers in what was to come of course, he needed someone with experience in Military matters, while he appreciated and respected Admiral Cain's council and overall judgment, he required someone with experience as a warrior, someone of course who had been out on the frontlines.

"Very good trooper... I am Kyrel Ren, I would have need of you, you have been on the frontlines and I need such experience." He expressed in subtle enthusiasm. Two troopers finally entered the room, holding a boy by the arms. Ignoring his overall question of why he was zapped, and introduced himself, the Ren Knight proceeded to speak out as if irritated by how the boy spoke to Kyrel. He couldn't help but give a pleased smile as he said. "I am Kyrel Ren, one of the last of the Knights of Ren, and you boy are going to be a part of something larger."

The troopers had raised their blasters on the woman who had wandered the catacombs. One of the troopers asked. "Should we report this to the higher ups, another responded. "Considering on how the intruder looks like a Sith. They might want to know, at least she didn't kill us." Both of them nodded regarding that sentiment. Sending a transmission contacting the Aggressor. As Kyrel was about to speak more, the Holoprojector before him started to blink red as if indicating a message, with just a thought with the Force he activated the holoprojector. "Yes, what is it? He said as if he was curious. The trooper responded, "FN-6187 here, we seemed to have found an intruder skulking about in the catacombs underneath the Fortress.. She looks Sith in origin when we found her on patrol. What are your orders, sir?" Kyrel thought for a moment, a Sith while he didn't like them very much, perhaps Sith out there not apart of the Empire could prove useful in founding the new order he envisioned. "Bring her in" The trooper nodded. "Yes my lord."

The troopers looked to Ashara, as they moved cautiously. "You are coming with us, someone wants to meet you." He said as they approached her, and attempted to guide her out of catacombs and towards the Hanger.

[member="Aisha Ren"] @FN-999 [member="Demitry Draskovits"] [member="Ashara Evanaris"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

“Your loyalty is the only reason you two too are still standing standing.” Ashara showed absolutely no emotion. She was more curious If the led her through the Vaders fortress. Once which was hidden to her by the force was now revealed. She followed the troopers through the catacombs until they came to an elevator. They said said nothing to her and Ashara said even less. She focused on the dark side around her feeling the old presence that once resided here.


The troopers were smart they led her through corridors where the view was a disappointment, they led her straight through to the leading bay and onto a shuttle. Which soon left the atmosphere and was pulled into Kyrel Rens ship via a tractor beam. Surprisingly they did not use force shielded hang cuffs, If they did she would have certainly killed them both. Once the ship landed she was escorted to his meet him. The door opened and she had felt the presence of one she thought she recognized. Such a strange turn of events the first order and now Dimitry was standing in both their presence She had decided for the time being to keep the conversation to a minimum.


“Well so we finally meet”.