Mission Shatterpoint | Resolution

[Ishida Ashina]

BYOO | TYTHON | EN ROUTE TO HALL OF THE SUN
Bernard of Arca | CLOSED

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His answer came too readily. From the quagmire of his ruminations, something emerged, and Ishida dedicated herself to understanding it.

Bernard looked so tender now, so unencumbered by the necessity of keeping a brave face as he’d done on Coruscant, busied by distractions. Once again, the subtleties of expression — the pure weariness of himself — spoke louder than words, despite their poignant eloquence.

“It is.” Ishida agreed.

She looked away, only briefly when the light outside changed from bright to shadows, then back to light again. Skies warred all the way through the atmosphere dark, light, shadowy, sunny, cloudy, clear — the only constant was conflict.

The interval of disconnection gave her the chance to consider the weight of his thoughts. Was a planet barely sustaining life, but somehow barely managing to be a husk of its former self, better than a planet annihilated?

Yes.

Tython had, somehow, survived. At a cost that had been paid through a gruelling battle and would continue to pay, again and again, and again. Would Tython ever be the same? Maybe. In their lifetime? Unlikely.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth and anchored her forward-motion thoughts around the feeling of instability that came with his observation.

“You’re right. Tython survived, just barely — maybe only because the galaxy witnessed Csilla and how evil The Maw is, and couldn’t let it happen again.”

She frowned and looked back.

“But they will try again. They will. The New Sith Order’s creed is to see the end of the Jedi.”

Her lips sealed and set in a hard line to stop themselves from over-spilling with the what-ifs, and could-bes. Part of what remained unsaid was the inkling of a consideration that citizens of The Alliance if unaffiliated with The Jedi by way of their government, might be safer without being connected to the Jedi at all. Coruscant had been to turn The Senate against The Jedi. Jedha had been a Jedi Holy world. Empress Teta was a gateway to Tython.

“We have to find a way to win not just a battle, but the war. Tython has to be the last time The Maw takes the chance to ruin a world.”

In the back of her mind, more dots connected. Without the Jedi, The Alliance might be safe for a time — but once the Jedi were gone, they were unprotected. Separation would be only a short-term solution.

“Fill that emptiness with something meaningful.”

 

[Ariana Du Couteau]

Ariana Du Couteau
Location: Tython
Action: Search
Outfit

The landscape was scarred deeply, the lacerations gave a haunting feeling that felt guttural the longer Ariana looked at it all. She gulped down her uncertainties and ventured forth, leaving behind a pair of well dressed guards. Neither appeared happy at being left behind, but Ariana felt their hesitation traveling to Tython, and their growing worries as they finally landed on the planet. She wasn’t exactly ready to handle their emotions along with her own, not at this time, and especially for her reason coming to this war torn planet.

Ariana thought after seeing what had happened to her planet of Teta that nothing would ever surprise her again, but seeing the aftermath of the Maw’s destruction of Tython; Well it certainly sobered her further to the realities of this galaxy. Her hand lifted up a data-slate held by her left hand, the map and GPS weren’t exactly precise, the remnants of the Force Storms and the debris above in orbit, caused fluctuations in the tracking systems.

Not that I had a precise location to go to. She mused on her doubts. The futility of her mission, but shrugged it off, the best she could anway.

Rumors had spurred since the Maw’s defeat, lingering horrors, unnatural phenomena and Force Ghosts appearing. And that was the reason for her being here, Ariana wanted to know more and when she had investigated the refugee camp the rumors were more than simply rumors. Reports by those who fought on the battlefield witness terrors, living nightmares, but also miracles and unbelievable wonders. The Force had appeared itself on that day as Heroes of the Jedi, No, perhaps the better phrase would be. . . Heroes of the Alliance, if not the Galaxy. Ariana sighed as she looked down at her data-slate and back up to the landscape around her.

Quietly she moved through the once grassy plains and skipped over tread-marks left behind by armored assault vehicles. A guess she felt confident in as remains of military vessels laid scattered around her, a stark reminder of the price paid by not just the Jedi. Mud, wrecks, grease and rubble aside Ariana clicked her tongue and wondered for a moment of the cost of this invasion.

Perhaps, She figured, If I think like Father, I can better sense him. Ariana mused a tad on the costs of this whole ordeal. Starting with the total destruction of Csillia, but as the sheer numbers began to overwhelm her, Ariana shook her head in defeat. The scale and magnitude of it all dwarfed her perception of the galaxy, even when her father had often talked of his work with the Alliance’s economy, it all still seemed monumental.

Clenching her fists, the feeling of blood rushing into her hands grounded her as she stretched out her senses with the Force and searched ahead.
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[Westenra Mina]

Wearing: Desert Robe

Armed With:

Five Rings

Lightsaber (Pink)

She hadn't stayed long after being rescued by House Io. She had escaped off the ship she had been taken aboard without even pausing to thank anyone. And then she had stowed away on a ship headed right back to Tython, fetching a simple cloak and tunic.

She had to walk amongst it's ashes...and find any remaining Mawites that had dared to live after The Maw had failed on that planet.

Lynda, Demon of Jedha, suffered even now, her memories too intense to even go into Low Power Mode and "sleep". And the horrible memories from Coruscant looped continuously.

Her eyes were completely bloodshot as she wandered the surface after leaving the ship she had hidden on.

She didn't care that Tython had survived. Didn't care that people were aiding survivors, pulling them from rubble. She'd had her fill of that.

But The Mawites that remained must die. Anyone helping them must die.

With the terrifying reputation she had gained among GA Personnel for her actions at Jedha, Teta, and now Tython, where she had ruthlessly butchered Maw Warriors in the dozens, smashing or crushing their heads, ripping out vital organs, using whole bodies as a means of inflicting lethal blunt force trauma, ripping them apart barehanded, or just cutting them up with her sword using more slashes than needed to kill but enough to torture, it was assumed to be all but a given that this strange mercenary that seemed unable to die was given a wide berth. But this would be not quite so.

"Demon of Jedha!"

Lynda paused, bloodshot eyes crawling towards the source of a voice, a Jedi, standing calmly away from the rest of a Triage tent.

"This oughta be good..." she said under her breath, staring at him with the dryest of expressions.

"For what purpose does such a notorious butcher deign to walk amidst a land already filled with slaughter?" The Jedi asked.

"What do you care?"

"Because Tython has already suffered, and so did her defenders. We don't want to add to its suffering with needless violence."

Lynda looked around at the fields of dead Mawites they were still scraping off the dirt. Saw the burning lands, the ravaged, broken mountains.

"A few more drops of blood in the soil ain't gonna make a difference at this point..." Lynda snorted and turned to walk away.

"You're not listening. Your presence here is counter-productive. I know of your reputation, Demon. You started out as an asset, an incredible one, then you went deviant after Coruscant. Unleashed a flood of death and suffering wherever you walked. Which is surely the only reason you have come here, to inflict more of it."

"If I am here for that, it wouldn't be against your side..." Lynda replied irritably without looking as she started to walk where she picked up the scent of Flesh Raiders.

"It doesn't matter if it's the enemy. What is to be gained from it at this point?" The Jedi asked incredulous. "You're not here for anything constructive. You're not here to help people or clean up the mess. You're not even here to avenge anybody but yourself for whatever it was the Maw did to you. You're a vulture, and you smell a carcass and now you want to tear into it."

Lynda wheeled around.

"You want to talk carcasses?" Lynda hissed quietly. "I dug the bodies of dead children out of the rubble at Coruscant, rubble I was buried under prior to that. And what were the Jedi doing? Following the orders of a compromised Senate, getting themselves into a nice neat little coffin for the Maw to set on fire."

The Jedi sighed. "I am truly sorry. But answering cruelty with cruelty the way you have only begets more suffering."

"I ain't even Force Sensitive, Jedi. I'm not in danger of being one of your Sith Lords using the big spooky Dark Side to terrify you."

"You don't need to be a Sith to contribute to the Dark Side, any more than you need to be a Force User to do great evil, Demon."

"Such a convenient argument to hold now..." Lynda snapped back as she continued walking.

"Where was that sentiment when you guys teamed up with the NIO?" she called out as she brazenly walked away from him.

The Jedi sighed and got out his Lightsaber, starting to follow her into the ravaged lands, getting his com link out...

 

[Amani Serys]

The contest between Light and Dark continued to surge, not just on the battlefield, but in the hearts and minds of everyone around them. Compartmentalized fears became unshackled through the Sith Lord’s machinations, at direct odds with Amani’s efforts. Her own mind was strong of will, but in tandem with the emotional tempest brewing among the refugees, the Knight found her limits strained.

But through the Force, and the presence of her allies, she pushed past those limits. The energy of the camp vacillated, as those closest could once more act with rational clarity, but others continued to panic in the face of their mortality. Inanna seemed to be particularly affected, but Amani had no counter beyond amplifying her current power. Split her attention toward the wall, and she risked letting the whole thing drop.

Inanna Harth | Alicio Organa | FN-999
Iris Arani | Arlo Renard | Aaran Tafo | Jasper Kai'el | Darth Carnifex | Rianna Organa​

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Tython | Temple path
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Silas Westgard

"A war of words?" Valery raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Padawan. She was aware of what had caused his injuries, and that he needed to get more rest after fighting the Sith Lord. But she wasn't sure what exactly he had talked about to other Sith, and how it affected him. To younger students especially, the first step to darker paths could be the words whispered into their minds by those corrupted — the temptations to use the Force for selfish reasons or worse.

Silas didn't seem like the type to fall for it, but she was still there to look out for him too.

"We do have a lot of history. I killed one of his Knights of Ren, and since that day, he has been very actively trying to kill me." Kyrel Ren had even targeted her during her pregnancy a few years ago, and prior to Tython, they had clashed on Cato Neimoidia as well. But back then, she was still suffering from the parasite and its effects on her health. "But I wouldn't worry too much about him. We'll bring him down one day, although it won't be easy."

Together with her husband or alone, she was determined to send him back to hell.

"That's right, the Force is often our greatest ally to stay alive and help others stay alive. It can warn us of imminent danger but how you focus on all your senses can help too. Through basic senses, you can be aware of what's around you — life has a presence in the Force, and that alone can be a warning or a guide. Through Empathy or Danger Sense, you can then read the intentions of others, whether they are hostile or not, and respond appropriately."

She paused a moment to let it all sink in, and then continued with a smile, "I want to soon teach you something a little more advanced, but it helps a great deal if you refine your senses first. So tell me, Silas, what do you feel around us as we walk here? Is it hostile or not?" Valery was of course reaching out herself, but she wanted him to be their guide today. She'd only interfere if it was necessary.

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris stayed where she was. Calm, even as her very shadow seemed to grow. Unlike before, when she'd ran from Carnifex, she wasn't alone. Even Domxite was here, on her shoulder. The small BD-unit housing of the Rainbow Gem was likewise deep in the trance of their battle mediation. The darkness continued to spread, drain the color from everything around them.

She couldn't fight against it, not forever. But even as a bolt of lightning crashed behind her she didn't move. She kept painting, kept putting streaks back into the abyss to brighten it. Refusing to let the light go out. The others, she trusted them. And in turn, she'd do what she could to protect them.

Though confusion filled her mind as images and intent were sent her way. She responded, telepathically as Kai had shown her to.

<We can hold him long enough for you to get here. I believe that. Just don't let your arrogance spread to the others.>

Jasper Kai'el | Arlo Renard | Darth Carnifex | Aaran Tafo

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Lightning struck down towards the elongating shadow, but a hand burst forth from the darkness to catch the bolt before it could land. The shadow continued to grow, longer and taller, before breaking free of its two-dimensional margins and stretched up to loom over them all. White lightning struggled in His grasp, fighting to break free of the hold that so covetously clutched it. But the Dark Lord's hold was as strong as His will, and the lightning found no vector of escape. Then the Dark Lord closed His hand, and the lightning collapsed in on itself and scattered as embers of scintillating light.

Opening His hand, the Dark Lord allowed these embers to spread by the wind. This action was punctuated by the ignition of several lightsabers, each one of them wielded by a Jedi standing in defiance of His tyranny. The Dark Lord had His own lightsaber, He could call it to Him at any given moment, but He did not at this moment. Rather, in His open palm, He conjured forth a spout of green flame that reeked of Nightsister devilry. Extended from the flame came a staff wrought of malignant black iron, at its end sat a leering Human skull intertwined with the blasphemous metal of the shaft.

The moment the staff bled into existence, it was as though the Force itself viscerally recoiled from its presence. Such an unnatural construct inhabiting the living world was enough to profusely disturb the Force, wrenching it out of any semblance of balance; for whatever meager balance there was on a world as stained by the Dark Side as Tython. Wielding the scepter in one hand, the Dark Lord slowly lowered the pommel of the shaft to the ground and tapped it once against the dying soil.

Reality evaporated.

The camp surroundings melted away into blackness, like paint from a water-splashed canvas. In the darkness, there was only them and the Dark Lord, the ground beneath their feet giving way to a layer of black liquid whose surface tension could not be easily broken. The distant horizon was demarcated by a thin white glow, and their every step sent discordant ripples through the water under their feet.

In the world beyond that of the Dark Lord's making, the blue flame which briefly subsided thanks to the efforts of the Jedi roared back to life; buoyed by the darkness now inflicted upon the world. Tython had not only suffered the Maw's incursion and defilement, but had once been under the oppression of the One Sith. The One Sith had transformed Tython into a wicked hellish world, subservient to their needs. The Jedi had only painted Tython with a thin lacquer of normalcy since their return, but one need only scratch the surface to expose the deep rot hiding below.

Back in the shadows, the Dark Lord took a single step forward; His movement accompanied by a ripple across the black water. With great strength, He swung His staff like a mace towards the Jedi Padawan that had thought to use the power of electricity against Him.

Iris Arani | Aaran Tafo | Arlo Renard
Amani Serys | Alicio Organa | Inanna Harth
Jasper Kai'el | FN-999 ​

 

[Alicio Organa]

TYTHON
TEMPORARY REFUGEE CAMP
INTERACTING WITH: Inanna Harth - Amani Serys - FN-999
TAGS: Arlo Renard - Jasper Kai'el - Iris Arani - Darth Carnifex - Aaran Tafo - Rianna Organa
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Alicio had dared to believe that all was going well.

With the assistance of FN-999's commanding presence, the crowds that had seemed so oppressive before had begun to filter into the transports, doors shutting behind them with a solid thnk. The Count could only hope that the ships wouldn't end up as their tombs, but with the Sith nowhere in sight, Alicio had created a faux sort of confidence.

Confidence that was shattered by an uprising of shadows in the Force.

A hacking fit caught Alicio anew as waves of Darkness enveloped their section of the camp, mere aftershocks of the main battle happening out of sight. He swayed on his feet, hand clutching the side of his head. Stray, morbid thoughts and emotions shook themselves free from his psyche, anguish dancing at the edges of his mind, threatening to overtake him, to twist him. He may have gone mad on the spot, were it not for three saving graces.

One, Amani Serys . Within the choking ash tastes of the Dark Side clouding his senses, he could just barely feel a calming presence, enough for him to latch onto. Two, he felt Rianna Organa 's voice in his mind, a distant, but sure comfort, to which he could only respond with the dark dread which he fought.

And three, Alicio's will, his hopes, his dreams, were directed towards one goal; to help. And he saw a friend in need.

"Inanna!" Alicio cried out as he watched Inanna Harth fall to her knees. He sprinted to her side as fast as could be, cape dragging around his ankles, and kneeling in front of her and the terrified youngster she protected. The Alderaanian grasped her shoulder, trying to find her eyes with his. "Hey! Stay with me!"

The first three Alderaanian transports, with the incentive of the Dark Side cloud, took off from the campsite, flying low and fast against the broken Tythonian landscape. Only three more remained, and the Count wasn't sure if they would be enough.

 

[Arlo Renard]

The lightning was mysteriously dispelled by Carnifex, the white pillar of energy dying like embers. But at least the Dark Lord was no longer paying attention to Iris.

Instead, his focus—and the staff which appeared in the shadowy figure’s hand—was aimed at Kai.

Kai immediately buckled under the sheer force of the blow, driven to his knees as he fought to keep his blade up. His broken leg, forgotten amid the battle, began to throb anew. Energy sizzled along the edge of his lightsaber, the Netherworld crystal within the hilt responding to the contact with an object of the immaterial world.

Gritting his teeth, Kai centered himself in the Force. All he had to do was hold out long enough for the Jedi Master to arrive and take some of the pressure off…

Iris Arani Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex Aaran Tafo​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Tython Refugee Camp
Tags: Arlo Renard , Iris Arani , Aaran Tafo , Darth Carnifex ​

Jasper hadn’t never faced a foe like the monster that lay before him. Even for a Sith, there was an unnatural way about everything surrounding him. His strange use of darkness, the way he moved through shadows, and how he summoned forth an artifact in a manner akin to Nightsister witchcraft. Of course, the exile was also trying to figure out what his own body was doing. He hadn’t exactly been able to glow before this occasion.

Jasper didn’t have much time to think, however, as the Sith swung his newly summoned staff at Arlo Renard , causing the two to lock their weapons. Jasper saw his opening. The exile turned the orientation of his grip, clasping both hands onto the handle of his lightsaber and bringing it down in an overhead strike. Hopefully, Jasper could cause the Sith to shift his focus and give the Jedi Padawan some relief. It would only last for so long though. All he could do was stall for time.

How hard could that be?

 

[FN-999]

Objective: Adapt
In proximity of Aaran Tafo | Darth Carnifex | Iris Arani | Jasper Kai'el | Arlo Renard | Open to Interaction

N I N E S
Cloak

As Nines emerged from the tent, a sudden sensation came over him.
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The darkness yet swarmed, for it was no mere atmospheric manipulation conjured by the power of the Force. It was a manifestation of pure negative emotion, that of not only the Dark Lord of the Sith, but also those who carried such burdens. The pain of all those injured in the battle, their cries echoing out through the Force like a clarion's call, gave strength to the fetid waves which rippled through the camp. Likewise, the fears of every living creature lent itself to the darkness, as did their doubts and their regrets.

But so too did anger flow from them, coaxed out by the siren's song of the Dark Side. Some found themselves unable to resist the impulses that flooded their minds, succumbing to depravity that was entirely of their own creation. The darkness that flooded the camp did not place these dark thoughts into their minds, it only brought to the surface what already lurked beneath. It was the dark voice that whispered in the back of their minds that it was okay, it gave them permission.

The tinder to a bonfire of hatred and fear.

FN-999 had been vulnerable to the Force from a young age, first proven on Skor II when a Knight of Ren's telepathic reprimand had almost killed him. Since then, he had been painfully aware of his vulnerability. He rarely ever willingly fought close to the Knights, and he trained intensively with lightsaber-resistant weapons such as the Z-6 to boost his chances of surviving an encounter with enemy Force-sensitives. After the First Order collapsed and he joined the revived Empire, he gained perspective and began to realize that his vulnerability may have come from his upbringing, the First Order instilling in the young orphan the military doctrines of loyalty and obedience over complex thinking. He had begun taking therapy classes ever since, working closely with an ISB agent to rewire his brain.

However, it was all rendered null when the powerful wave of Force energy coursed through him. A thousand screams instantly entered his brain, his helmet useless to muffle the noise. He fell to the ground, crumpled over, only vaguely aware of his surroundings. An image formed in his brain and the screams began to recede, instead replaced by the sounds of a city.

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO

A platoon of First Order stormtroopers raced through a metropolis.

A distress call had been transmitted from an abandoned warehouse a kilometer away.

The platoon arrived, finding the exterior completely intact.

Raising their blasters, they carefully walked in the open doors.

Suddenly, the door closed behind them and locked itself.

A cloaked figure stood atop a balcony high above.

A lightsaber came to life.

The platoon aimed their rifles.

They fired too late.

Too late.

Too late. Too late.

Too late too late too latetoolatetoolatetoolatealldeadtoolatecauseofdeathunknowntoolatealldeaditwastheforceitwasthejedi

itwasthejediitwasthejediitwasthejedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedijedi

A Jedi in the warehouse.

Nines withdrew his pistol from where his cloak concealed it.

He pointed it at the four-armed Jedi's head, his grip as steady as a statue's.

That was when everything was suddenly consumed in shadow.
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Nines found himself in a vast black pool, standing firmly on top of the black fluid beneath him. A white glow appeared on the distant horizon, just barely illuminating the area. For a moment, sheer curiosity broke the curse placed on Nines. Then, he heard the noise of a melee weapon swinging.

He was not alone.

A figure wreathed in shadow wielded a large staff, striking two Jedi with formidable force. Nines had an instant, powerful gut feeling that the shadowy figure was their mutual foe. Evidently, this being was someone even more terrible than the Jedi, someone who had brought them all into this dimension of darkness.

Gathering what little willpower he had left after the initial curse, he redirected his impulses of raw anger from the Jedi to the Sith being. Just like the Jedi, Nines despised the Sith. They were little better than betrayers, betraying the Emperor at Bastion and the security of the galaxy with the Maw. The Sith had been the ones who had killed Emperor Fel, who in every way was a strong and effective leader.

Nines had no patience for vermin.

Rage had always sharpened his senses, and this was no exception. In less than five seconds, he switched his pistol out for his rifle and aimed it directly at the being's head, loading a high-power alternate fire shot with the efficiency of a twenty-year veteran.

"Screw off, you overgrown rat." called FN-999 before opening fire.

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[Aaran Tafo]

Carnifex miscalculated.

As the fires sprung back up again, emboldened by the dark workings of their master they reached out to consume the forest around them, attempting to draw from the rot beneath buried in the planet's core.

But they seemed to forget that Tython was only in the grasp of the One Sith for a decade at most, and after that it had fallen back into the hands of others who were far more gentle, and during the time of the Greyson Imperium and their Church of Ashla, they were almost gleeful in their efforts to purge any darkness from the planet and reconsecrate it. Even after it merged with the other powers of the Core and formed the Galactic Alliance, and since then, the planet had resumed itself as a holy world, drawing in even more pilgrims than ever before.

And one should never underestimate Fatih, for on a world so strongly aligned with The Force, that faith had true tangible power. The flames that reached for the hidden rot found nothing to nourish themselves on. But instead found itself smothered in return. Thousands of years of the past worship, , the prayers of the present, the hopes of the future. All crashing down on the unnatural fire.

The Sith was a fool if he thought the planet had no counter-measures against him. For everything they were, it was but an ember compared to the inferno of Tython itself. Sustained by countless faithful for so long, offering devotion willingly, honestly, not needing coercion or threats.

Even as it struggled to find purchase, the blue flames would find no fuel, nothing to feed on, fated to burn itself out.

Aaran himself sadly, was having a less than stellar time. His form was as a blur as he dashed through the camp, but frustratingly late by the barest of seconds as he watched the Padawans be sucked into the void. The former Emperor must truly be desperate if they needed to go to such lengths to deal with a few children.

But he could gripe later, there was the distinct issue of an annoying pocket of space in front of him, one that he needed to quickly access in order to render aid to the Jedi currently struggling against Carnifex. He felt a sharp spike of phantom pain through his own leg as Kai buckled under the weight of a mighty blow, still standing strong, but not able to hold out much longer.

He had no time to work with, he needed to act instead of deliberate. So instead, he decided to just trust in the Force, abandoning logic or reason, the lightsaber in his hand once again igniting into brilliant silver flame as he channelled his will into it, letting out a slow exhale.

Reality around him was already fragile, the wound Solipsis had inflicted was still raw and healing, Carnifex's own mucking about with the local Spacetime had not helped much. But it did give Aaran the opportunity to slip through the cracks, using the connection he held with the Padawans as an anchor, he simply slipped through realspace and into Carnifex's own realm. To the mundane eye, his form simply vanished from sight with a slight pop of displaced air.

And inside the pocket realm he appeared right next to Kai, blade of firm already swinging through the air, looking to cleave the arm that held the mace through. With Jasper from one side, Aaran from the other, and a barrage of pinpoint blasts from an unfortunate soldier who seemed to have been caught up in all of this. The Emperor faced a three pronged strike.

<Behind me!> His voice, a mental command, the authority of a battlefield commander seeping back into his tone, touching the minds of the Jedi and trooper present. Looking to gather them close so he could bring them under his aegis.

Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex Arlo Renard Iris Arani FN-999

 

[Inanna Harth]

Unaware that FN-999 had aimed his gun at her head, Inanna felt like she was drowning in shallow water. Every instinct screamed at her to stand up and breathe—to stand up and run—but for reasons she could barely grasp anymore, she chose to remain submerged.

At least, until someone else brought her to the surface. She blinked, raising her head to look at Alicio. “Oh.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “...Hi.”

His was a familiar face among the sea of nameless ones. She clung to that familiarity as one clings to a friend in times of trouble. It would have to be enough of an anchor to keep her from getting lost again.

Some of the ships had already left, bearing refugees to a slightly safer location. Three remained, their seats steadily filling. The Mirialan woman kept the people semi-calm, but her power hadn’t been able to reach Inanna—at least, not until now. She took the rope that was offered.

The screech of metal interrupted her concentration. Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be holding up a wall—?

Eyes widening, she reached out with the Force once more, narrowly preventing the makeshift structure from collapsing on top of them. Glancing back at Alicio, she gave him a little embarrassed grin.

"They almost got me there."

Amani Serys Alicio Organa Rianna Organa FN-999 Darth Carnifex (are we being physically or mentally transported to this world of darkness?)​

 

[Rianna Organa]

Arrrival at Tython Refugee Camp

Rianna pushed the speeder as hard as she could that sense that feeling within the force pushed her forward, something was not right. As she moved over a path that began to lead her to the Refugee Camp where Alicio Organa was a giant wall stood before her unseen as she slammed into it headfirst, the speeder did a 180 and dumped the Jedi onto her back on the ground. Her dark eyes stared at the sky. Inside her mind was where this war would be won or lost.

This over whelming feeling of despair and darkness trickled down until it found the pain she harbored. It pushed and needled the emotion until it could move it upwards in her mind crippling her for moments. She closed her eyes and drew a breath as deep as she could take it holding it until her lungs hurt begging for air. She tamped them back down. I've accepted my pain and despair over my husbands death. I've forgiven the man who took his life, war does terrible things to people. Slowly she let the air out A heavy blanket hung over this portion of the camp what could generate such darkness.

Within the darkness moving sitting quietly within the shadows there was a small flickering white light that Rianna recognized as a Jedi. But also within this chaos there was a darkness a shadow moving with such purpose its targets already chosen, evil walking Tython.

Within all of this Rianna could still feel it the dread and thoughts of death trying to cloud her mind.

Slowly she rolled over and pushed up to her knees slowly she whispered to herself There can be no light without darkness, there can be no peace without war. We need calm and warmth. Dark thoughts pushed against the barriers of her mind. I am no servant of evil. Rianna lifted her hand and wiped the darkness from her mind.

Only her skills as a healer helped her to push such things away, but what of others. Rianna slowly stood up, a reminder of how old she really was and that galivanting around the galaxy was for the young. Gathering her strength Rianna began the walk towards the side of the camp where chaos seemed to radiate from.

Tags: Inanna Harth | FN-999 | Iris Arani | Arlo Renard | Amani Serys | Aaran Tafo | Darth Carnifex |

 

[Phylis Alince]

Caltin Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield

As they approached and the guardian appeared Phylis smiled. "Ah yes, I remember the guardian when I was younger. I think not this one but, hmm, I see a resemblance. It is curious how even so many millennia later it stands guard here."
She was cautious of the beast but did not show it aggression or fear as they ascended the stairs.

"Ah, Thurion. Yes, I know him...hmm, it has been a while though. It is a good place for it to be stored, certainly. Hmm, I might travel there when I am done here. I heard of his heroics in the battle and I would not mind seeing him again."

From their high point they could see a bit more of the ruin of the planet. "I sense darkness still here. Some of the wretches the Maw brought are still here. The Flesh Raiders still cause problems, stirred up by the Maw. Hmm, interesting story about their origins," she said before trailing off. Probably not the best thing to lead off with.

"On the plus side at least the 'Sith'ari' perished as well. That should give the Maw pause...for a while at least!"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.”- H.G. Wells ​

They have sort of a bloodline, almost like guarding this section of Tythos Ridge is imprinted on them.

He didn’t really think about it, having heard so many stories over time how there was a small colony, a small family, whatever. Either way there was always a protector of the area, and it was the same one who let him take the Forge that he saw there. The beast looked angry as always, as if waiting for him to return what he had taken, but little more than that.

He is a good man, wonderful family. They will welcome you if you go to see it before I get there to bring it back.

The mention of The Lion King brought him a moment of pause, Caltin felt respect for the man for being able to do what he is doing. It is ironically something he himself hoped for one day. No, not to rule a planet, but to be able to settle down once and for all. Sure, he was married (quite happily) but still felt sa need from the galaxy to be out there. In truth, the big man longed for the day that he could put his lightsabers down once and for all and just enjoy life, not constantly defend it. Then she said something that surprised him. The thought of being happy about such the loss of the Sith’ari and such.

I’m just at a loss right now. I could tell you some stories about my experiences with the Flesh Raiders, but overall I’m just hopeful that this planet can recover.

Oh, he had his stories, back from his time as a Knight, and when he brought his Padawans here to be build their own lightsabers. There was “Shtari”, the Flesh Raider who thought he was Force Sensitive and wanted to be a Jedi. The Assassin that tried to take control of them. The Rak’Ghoul plague that hit the planet. So many to tell.

Tython has seen enough strife.

Location: On the walk to The Forge

Allies: Phylis Alince Valiens Nantaris

Anyone that wants to converse!/ TEAM LIGHTSIDE!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Amani Serys]

People continued to evacuate at a steady rate, and already ships were taking off, freeing themselves from the chaos below. A chaos that only magnified as their battle dragged on. Around them the energy of Tython, still fragile and healing from the war, was mangled into something darker.

Amani pushed ahead with careful steps, towards Inanna and the Count, “You two should get out of here. While there’s still ships to get out on.” She offered, “We can clean up this mess. Probably.” Another presence was arriving: the Light of a Jedi. It was reassuring against the tide of darkness, though the continued strain was clearly draining a physical and emotional toll from Amani. As much as she would deny it.

There was still time, but how much was no longer certain.

Alicio Organa | Inanna Harth | Rianna Organa​

 

[Iris Arani]

Like a pool of black ink dropped onto a painted canvas, Iris felt the Light disappear. Even with her eyes closed she could feel it all. The Sith Lord who emerged from the ground behind her. The strike of lightning that had been caught. The swing of a cruel weapon towards Kai. She didn't move. She couldn't. The fragile tether she kept between herself and those trapped in this darkness, she couldn't give that up. The darkness was all consuming.

If it was like what she faced in Liberty's Gate, people would start to take their own lives. Panic filled her mind. If she faltered, how many would die? Was Kai going to be okay? Amani?

A pressure on her cheek had her eyes open.

The Padawan blinked, turning her gaze towards Domxite. She stared at the droid, at the sentient gem housed within. And smiled. Right, she wasn't alone. As if on cue, the stranger stepped in, raising his blade to protect Kai. None of them were alone. No.

The Sith was.

The tethers of color between her and all the others in this dark realm thickened. Rather than try to share her light with everyone, she pulled on theirs. Intermingled the colors that remained. Shared them together. It wasn't just a battle meditation anymore. It was a Force Meld.

<Together.>

Amani Serys | Darth Carnifex | Arlo Renard | Aaran Tafo | Alicio Organa | Inanna Harth | Rianna Organa | FN-999 | Jasper Kai'el

 

[Rakaan Horne]

It claimed the lives of his men, the flame-filled wreck that crashed onto the surface of the ruined Jedi homeworld; Tython. It had left Rakaan both broken and beaten, but far more alive than the soldiers once beneath his command - whether instant or destrined to succumb to their wounds in time, Rakaan watched as the last remnants of life faded from them and felt their fire become snuffed out forever. He remembered as much as he sat there in a secluded corner, shrouded in a half-torn and looted cloak, absent all the identifiers that marked the Empire.

The once-Jedi felt that echo in the Force before the chaos ensued and swallowed those around him. The Sith returned, all too similar to a weed in that sense. It was their source, Rakaan often mused, it made them invincible monsters that lost their claim to manhood well before now.

"Come on." Rakaan said in a hushed tone from the distance between them all, even as an internal voice demanded his intervention. In territories his newfound enemies and old allies owned, it was a risk. Too much of one, teamed with so much shame. Yet, the man rest a hand beneath the cloak over his saber. He watched, and waited.

To see the Jedi, to see all that he lost, and all that he left behind forced a small frown to settle across his wounded features.

Iris Arani Amani Serys Darth Carnifex Arlo Renard Aaran Tafo Alicio Organa Inanna Harth Rianna Organa FN-999 Jasper Kai'el

 

[Alicio Organa]

TYTHON
TEMPORARY REFUGEE CAMP
INTERACTING WITH: Inanna Harth - Amani Serys
TAGS: Arlo Renard - Jasper Kai'el - Iris Arani - Darth Carnifex - Aaran Tafo - Rianna Organa - Rakaan Horne - FN-999
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There was a moment of horrible tension as Inanna Harth 's eyes searched up into his own. He held his breath for what was likely only a second or two, stretched out over an eternity.

“Oh.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “...Hi.”

Alicio snorted, suppressing a bubbling laugh, and squeezing her shoulder a bit tighter. "Hello yourself."

Perhaps it was the way Inanna said it; a simple, mundane greeting as if they'd seen each other on the street, and not in the middle of an active war crime. Or maybe the relief of her being alright hit him particularly hard. Maybe he was looking for any reason to find joy in the maelstrom.

As Alicio heard hesitant steps, he glanced over his shoulder, standing up and offering Inanna a hand, if she required it. Amani Serys was giving them permission to leave. Save themselves, while they had the chance. Alicio didn't even have to think about it, looking down at the child Inanna still held in her arms.

"I'm the last to leave," Alicio commanded, more sure of himself than he knew he could feel. If his cowardice, his selfishness, led to even one refugee without an escape, he would never forgive himself. "These people are my responsibility."

He looked to Inanna, some of his confidence draining. He wouldn't blame her for leaving, especially with the mind-altering effects blanketing the area.