W A N D E R
"Then I saw there was a way to Hell even from the gates of Heaven."
Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Lark"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Vereshin"], [member="Jartris Entumaa"], [member="Atlas Kane"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Lord Ghoul"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Anora Demici"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Roona Osmari"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Marek S'hadar"], [member="Jairdain"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Europa Draav"], [member="Liuna Ondizi"], [member="Kaiza Pawaro"], [member="Lara Fairfax"], [member="Natassia Traxen"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Jake Daniels"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Madeline Roux"]
Objective: Survive
Location: Capital of Mirial
Equipment: Armor of Aneshe, Lightsaber
Like flies to honey, the Jedi descended upon the harbinger of their calamity - the majestic glow of light illuminating their intentions as a bonfire in the night. So obsessed with their vision, so enamored by the attractive prospect of a world without Sith, and so consumed by their lust for the triumph of their so-called good over evil, the Jedi abandoned their tenets, rejected their capacity for measured reaction, and fell into the pit of depravity that the Sith Lord had laid for them. She had set the fear into the hearts of the civilians, demoralizing the Jedi in the same breath, and she had set the stage for strife and rebellion even in the circumstance of a Jedi victory. On her own she had given them the perfect opportunity to claim the moral high ground, to cleanse a threat from the planet of Mirial and save its civilians at the same time - a clear and obvious path to shine a beacon of hope in the darkness. A clear and obvious path that was happily ignored at the chance to declare the hypocrisy of the Jedi and their moral corruption through the all-consuming display of power that was most often reserved for the heathen Sith lords of yore.
Taking symbolism to its zenith, whilst simultaneously sending their credibility as Mirial's saviors plummeting to its nadir, the small cluster of Jedi approached what had once been the center of the massive waves of darkness - a storm that had long since dissipated by the time that the Jedi Master ever set foot on the dropship - like a shimmering star that had fallen from grace, descending to the mortal soil only to corrupt its brilliance and ruin the world below. Even while channeling her concentration through battle meditation, Ananta could feel the manifestation of hope in the hearts of the thousands of Mirialans and many of the Jedi that witnessed the descent of this unholy covenant, believing their safety to soon be secured by what was surely the bravest and most brilliant of the Jedi and warriors of light. The sensation of impending doom was overwhelming, even for the Sith Lord that had so easily crippled the army of the Silver Jedi nearly on her lonesome by mental might alone, and though the means of this danger was unclear to her, as she was behind closed doors and was only now stepping out of her meditative trance, it was obvious that these Jedi would be banking on an underhanded tactic that would ensure a pyrrhic victory regardless of the result of this incursion.
It was rather curious that the Jedi had thought her heart could possibly be the shatterpoint that would lead to the Sith Lord's downfall, especially as permanent defeat could only have been ensured by killing the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, but that mattered less and less as the hopes of those in the city, nay the world, rose like the plumes of hellfire in preparation for the imminent victory that would come by a truly elite force of Jedi - surely, certainly, they would fight on behalf of Mirialans and strike at the heart of the beast that was crippling the Jedi who had promised them a better life than one ruled by the Sith?
And lo! A mystical light ripped down from the heavens like the hand of a god, striking down the building that Ananta now stood within, cleaving the breastplate of her armor in two as it tried to sear its brilliant flair through her bare chest. Of course, unable to prepare herself for the abrupt and clearly rushed attempt to manifest the infamous wall of light that destroyed the surface of Yavin IV and purged it of all life for thousands of years, the woman was knocked like an uprooted tree from where she stood, both of her own volition to avoid a fatal blow to the heart and because of the sheer force that had been condensed into a highly illogical, and yet strangely precise, stream of light. Yet, despite the clear disruption of her abilities, and the complete destruction of the building she had been housed within, the Jedi still pushed on with their assault, holding nothing back in their attempt to scorch the earth and purge it of even the memories of the Sith.
As sudden as the light had struck just moments before, so, too, did it grow like a massive column of light that burned in the literal sense far more effectively than it erased the presence of the dark side of the force. While the darkness had, indeed, receded with the sudden burden that the blinding light put on the world, Ananta found that she still held a presence in, even a connection to, the force despite the efforts of what was likely only a single true master of the force looming above her. And yet, despite the limitations placed on this massive assault, the light truly purged the section of the city that it pressed down upon with the massive flames that simply devoured entire structures, vaporized those incapable of mustering the force to defend themselves, and even super-heated the armor still strapped to the Sith Lord's arms and backs.
She screamed, the pain unbearable as steam rolled off of her flesh whilst she fell to her knees and tried to wrench off the armor at her arms and shoulders, but she would not suffer this attempt at a purge alone - so unrefined was this hasty wall of light, combined by the sheer size of the intended target area, that untold thousands of Mirialans met their deaths at the hands of the Jedi that they had, if even for a moment, placed the whole of their trust into to save them. So misguided was this hope, and so outraged were those that watched these events unfold in anger, hatred, and horror, that the wall of light provided an ironic font of power for the Sith to draw upon that was so great that, like the insidious Lake Natth of Ambria, it simply could not be stricken from this world by the efforts of a mere handful of inexperienced Jedi and a single Master alone. All on their lonesome, without any help at all, the Jedi shattered the very hope that they had mustered.
Ananta pulled on their pain, stitched their dying souls together, and kept herself alive throughout the burning by sheer willpower alone - her body scarred, her muscles bruised, and her eyes burned completely away like much of the landscape that remained. There was significant irony at work for the cause of the minimizing of the dark side and the negative emotions present on Mirial to be at the hands of a Sith Lord protecting herself from the self-righteous and indiscriminate hate of the light.
And if the Jedi thought she was dead, or that they might have, by sheer luck, managed to sever her from the very force that now empowered her in spite of their actions - much as it had acted in spite of meddlers in the past - they were in for a rude awakening.
"The balance has shifted."
An eyeless, scarred and ruined, face peered up into the sky, its body cradled by the charred remains of what had once been a hospital, and she knew that the era of Jedi and their facade of playing hero was at an end.
'Let us commence this reckoning.'
Pilgrim's Progress
Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Lark"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Vereshin"], [member="Jartris Entumaa"], [member="Atlas Kane"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Lord Ghoul"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Anora Demici"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Roona Osmari"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Marek S'hadar"], [member="Jairdain"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Europa Draav"], [member="Liuna Ondizi"], [member="Kaiza Pawaro"], [member="Lara Fairfax"], [member="Natassia Traxen"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Jake Daniels"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Madeline Roux"]
Objective: Survive
Location: Capital of Mirial
Equipment: Armor of Aneshe, Lightsaber
Like flies to honey, the Jedi descended upon the harbinger of their calamity - the majestic glow of light illuminating their intentions as a bonfire in the night. So obsessed with their vision, so enamored by the attractive prospect of a world without Sith, and so consumed by their lust for the triumph of their so-called good over evil, the Jedi abandoned their tenets, rejected their capacity for measured reaction, and fell into the pit of depravity that the Sith Lord had laid for them. She had set the fear into the hearts of the civilians, demoralizing the Jedi in the same breath, and she had set the stage for strife and rebellion even in the circumstance of a Jedi victory. On her own she had given them the perfect opportunity to claim the moral high ground, to cleanse a threat from the planet of Mirial and save its civilians at the same time - a clear and obvious path to shine a beacon of hope in the darkness. A clear and obvious path that was happily ignored at the chance to declare the hypocrisy of the Jedi and their moral corruption through the all-consuming display of power that was most often reserved for the heathen Sith lords of yore.
Taking symbolism to its zenith, whilst simultaneously sending their credibility as Mirial's saviors plummeting to its nadir, the small cluster of Jedi approached what had once been the center of the massive waves of darkness - a storm that had long since dissipated by the time that the Jedi Master ever set foot on the dropship - like a shimmering star that had fallen from grace, descending to the mortal soil only to corrupt its brilliance and ruin the world below. Even while channeling her concentration through battle meditation, Ananta could feel the manifestation of hope in the hearts of the thousands of Mirialans and many of the Jedi that witnessed the descent of this unholy covenant, believing their safety to soon be secured by what was surely the bravest and most brilliant of the Jedi and warriors of light. The sensation of impending doom was overwhelming, even for the Sith Lord that had so easily crippled the army of the Silver Jedi nearly on her lonesome by mental might alone, and though the means of this danger was unclear to her, as she was behind closed doors and was only now stepping out of her meditative trance, it was obvious that these Jedi would be banking on an underhanded tactic that would ensure a pyrrhic victory regardless of the result of this incursion.
It was rather curious that the Jedi had thought her heart could possibly be the shatterpoint that would lead to the Sith Lord's downfall, especially as permanent defeat could only have been ensured by killing the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, but that mattered less and less as the hopes of those in the city, nay the world, rose like the plumes of hellfire in preparation for the imminent victory that would come by a truly elite force of Jedi - surely, certainly, they would fight on behalf of Mirialans and strike at the heart of the beast that was crippling the Jedi who had promised them a better life than one ruled by the Sith?
And lo! A mystical light ripped down from the heavens like the hand of a god, striking down the building that Ananta now stood within, cleaving the breastplate of her armor in two as it tried to sear its brilliant flair through her bare chest. Of course, unable to prepare herself for the abrupt and clearly rushed attempt to manifest the infamous wall of light that destroyed the surface of Yavin IV and purged it of all life for thousands of years, the woman was knocked like an uprooted tree from where she stood, both of her own volition to avoid a fatal blow to the heart and because of the sheer force that had been condensed into a highly illogical, and yet strangely precise, stream of light. Yet, despite the clear disruption of her abilities, and the complete destruction of the building she had been housed within, the Jedi still pushed on with their assault, holding nothing back in their attempt to scorch the earth and purge it of even the memories of the Sith.
As sudden as the light had struck just moments before, so, too, did it grow like a massive column of light that burned in the literal sense far more effectively than it erased the presence of the dark side of the force. While the darkness had, indeed, receded with the sudden burden that the blinding light put on the world, Ananta found that she still held a presence in, even a connection to, the force despite the efforts of what was likely only a single true master of the force looming above her. And yet, despite the limitations placed on this massive assault, the light truly purged the section of the city that it pressed down upon with the massive flames that simply devoured entire structures, vaporized those incapable of mustering the force to defend themselves, and even super-heated the armor still strapped to the Sith Lord's arms and backs.
She screamed, the pain unbearable as steam rolled off of her flesh whilst she fell to her knees and tried to wrench off the armor at her arms and shoulders, but she would not suffer this attempt at a purge alone - so unrefined was this hasty wall of light, combined by the sheer size of the intended target area, that untold thousands of Mirialans met their deaths at the hands of the Jedi that they had, if even for a moment, placed the whole of their trust into to save them. So misguided was this hope, and so outraged were those that watched these events unfold in anger, hatred, and horror, that the wall of light provided an ironic font of power for the Sith to draw upon that was so great that, like the insidious Lake Natth of Ambria, it simply could not be stricken from this world by the efforts of a mere handful of inexperienced Jedi and a single Master alone. All on their lonesome, without any help at all, the Jedi shattered the very hope that they had mustered.
Ananta pulled on their pain, stitched their dying souls together, and kept herself alive throughout the burning by sheer willpower alone - her body scarred, her muscles bruised, and her eyes burned completely away like much of the landscape that remained. There was significant irony at work for the cause of the minimizing of the dark side and the negative emotions present on Mirial to be at the hands of a Sith Lord protecting herself from the self-righteous and indiscriminate hate of the light.
And if the Jedi thought she was dead, or that they might have, by sheer luck, managed to sever her from the very force that now empowered her in spite of their actions - much as it had acted in spite of meddlers in the past - they were in for a rude awakening.
"The balance has shifted."
An eyeless, scarred and ruined, face peered up into the sky, its body cradled by the charred remains of what had once been a hospital, and she knew that the era of Jedi and their facade of playing hero was at an end.
'Let us commence this reckoning.'
