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Faction The Axe Forgets [The Open Hand]

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Prodigy wondered how many Jedi actually remembered the Path of the Open Hand. In eons of Jedi conflict, the Path’s existence was a brief candle. A footnote on the annals of history. How many feared the return of such an ideology? How many thought about it at all?

The old Path wasn’t strong enough. But like any worthy breed, they learned to evolve. The new Open Hand was small in number, but unbreakable in conviction. They would remind their old enemies that the truth could not be so easily snuffed out. They had returned to oust the darkest nature of the Jedi, and all force users. A beast was most dangerous when desperate, and the Open Hand was desperate to gain a foothold. Dalna would be a most bountiful windfall.

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The enclave on Dalna was sporadically occupied over the last thousand years. A modest hermitage of Jedi, studying and preserving old relics that went unmixed by most. But among them, as Prodigy was certain, laid the almighty Rod of Ages. A powerful weapon, that would grant the Open Hand the legitimacy they craved. And would inevitably lead them to an even greater weapon.

The assault on the temple is underway. The sudden show of force from an unknown enemy has taken the Jedi by surprise. But the defenders are not to be trifled with lightly. They are still trained Force Users, and will do what they must to prevent the Open Hand from pillaging their reliquaries. Another catch— As many Jedi as possible must be captured, rather than killed. Some deaths will be an inevitability, but if the Path wanted to make their next step any easier, they would require the hostages.

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The Open Hand’s stratagem was two-pronged. They weren’t just here to reap war, but to sow gospel. Still, they had to start small. If word spread quicker than the cause, the Open Hand could quickly find themselves with a target on their backs. Thankfully, Dalna had retained a general antipathy towards Jedi even this long after the Night of Sorrows. It would be easy for the Open Hand to exploit that.

Those in the Path who considered themselves non-combatants would be visiting the town of Ferdan. A small community, not far from the old Path’s compound over a thousand years ago. Their populace would be more receptive to the cult’s offerings. Bring aid if you can muster it, interact with the locals, and plot with your fellow members. What begins here, will in time spread. To the rest of Dalna. To the rest of the system. To the rest of the galaxy. Make a good first impression.

The Open Hand begins its war on Force Users, starting with the Temple on Dalna. Objective 1 will not be DM’ed beyond a general sense of progression leading up to the seizure of the Rod of Ages. Feel free to group up, or fight on your own. Test your limits against Jedi, and raid the temple for credits and other treasures.

Objective 2 will also not be DM’ed. It is the social portion of the thread for those who can’t justify their character’s joining the battle (or who simply don’t want to). Explore the local area, muse on current events, and scheme to your heart’s content.
 
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To see the fruits of his labor given form, filled Prodigy with a sense of awe he did not know he was capable of feeling. Emotions were a fascinating consequence of true sapience. He found each new experience made him feel a little more complete.

But none so deeply as this, “3…2…1…” Prodigy’s eyes flickered, “Your communications have been deactivated. You won’t be calling for help any time soon.” The old togrutan Jedi engaging him gritted his teeth. Around them, blaster fire and shrapnel lit up the surrounding hinterlands. Prodigy casually sidestepped a swing. He might not have the precognitive capabilities of a Force-sensitive, but his advanced processors pushed the droid’s reaction time to something impressively close. He simply tripped the Jedi to the ground, “You’re slow in your age, master. Know when you’re beaten. If not for your sake, then for the sake of your comrades.”

The Jedi raised a hand, and the Force pulsed around Prodigy’s metal form, lifting him up into the air. For all his preparations, he still could not counter that. The droid groaned, then pointed two fingers at the Jedi. The tips opened up, revealing small blaster barrels hidden inside, “Bang.” He fired a bolt at the Jedi’s leg, catching him by surprise and causing him to lose concentration. It gave Prodigy just enough time to land, approach, and strike the Jedi in the forehead with a fist, “Rest well, monk. It will be your last chance.”

Prodigy turned to the rest of the fighting, dragging the unconscious Jedi along with one hand, and spoke to his team through comms, <Push through the temple. Now is our opportunity. Take what you like, but the Rod is mine. And remember — Keep as many alive as you can.> He marched on to the temple entrance, where more defenders no doubt waited to stop them.
 
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Location: Outer Reaches of Dalna Temple - Dalna
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Objective: Sack the Temple
Tags: Prodigy Prodigy

Where her brother was a master of the sword, Arkana had found her affinity in whips. While it was considered by some to be a dishonorable weapon, the concept of honor was almost never a consideration for Nuetralizers and by extension, House Io. Accordingly, Arkana reflected that mindset, even when it came to fighting opponents who could be considered weaker than herself.

The quintet of security officers who had been tasked with patrolling the outer reaches of the temple were spared no warning as a pair of bladed discs soared through the air before biting into their flanks, cutting down one of their number in an instant as a ringblade tore through an officer’s neck, sending his head tumbling towards the ground as blood spewed out from the stump like a crimson fountain. The other ringblade came in lower but was just as lethal, burying deep into the chest of another officer and in the process, tearing open his heart.

A few moments later, the Chaplain was upon them.

With a resounding, supersonic crack, Arkana’s razor whip sliced through the air before striking an officer in his lower back, bisecting his body across the abdomen in a horrific, gorey display. Then, pirouetting mid-air, Arkana leveled her right arm towards an officer’s chest, at which point a coruscating explosion of electricity surged out from her fingertips, frying the man from the inside out and setting his body aflame. Finally, with a wide, sweeping flourish, Arkana swung her razor whip at the remaining officer, slashing open his skull with the impact as the weapon’s vibrating razor blades shredded through flesh, bone, and brain tissue.

With a short, satisfied breath, Arkana called her ringblades back into her hands, before cleaning the blood off the weapons with a cloth and placing them back on her belt.

<<Patrols are clear in east sector.>> Arkana transmitted to the team as she pressed on towards the entrance of the temple. The gynoid was keenly aware of the fact that she would have to deny her programming the pleasure of killing any Jedi she encountered, to facilitate the next stage of the plan. Nevertheless, at the very least, the five security officers had slaked her thirst.

Perhaps now, restraining herself wouldn’t be so difficult.


 
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<<Patrols are clear in east sector.>>

<<”Patrols in the west sector are also clear,”>> Percival added, glancing around him at the gory corpses of the security officers he had slain. Blood dripped from his sword and the gleaming knuckles of his metal left hand.

He stepped over the bodies and walked up to the entrance. It was locked, but he had taken a keycard from one of the dead guards. All he had to do was wave it in front of the scanner, and the doors slid open.

Immediately, a shape lunged at him from inside the temple. Percival raised his sword just in time to block the lightsaber slash headed his way. The two blades crashed together; the Jedi in front of Percival seemed surprised to meet such resistance.

But not for long. She broke the bind and shoved him backwards, out of the temple and into the courtyard. If she registered the officers’ corpses strewn about like broken dolls, she didn’t linger on the carnage as she slashed at Percival’s head. Again Percival parried, stabbing toward her shoulder with the point of his sword. She dodged. Thus the duel began in earnest, with the Chaplain and the Jedi fighting to the death.

 

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<Push through the temple. Now is our chance. Take what you like, but the Rod is mine. And remember — Keep as many alive as you can.>

"Rods aren't much my style."

A thud and a crunch announced the end of another battle within the temple. A Jedi Knight laid out on the ground, bloodied and beaten. Unconscious, if barely even alive. Jedi were usually resilient, so why hold back? Ziso crouched beside the body she was currently standing on, humming for just a brief second before reaching down to snatch away her prize. Another lightsaber, another find addition to her collection.

"Tamami, how are the others progressing?"

She turned her gaze towards her.. Intern. It was probably the best term for their relationship, all things considered.

"I hope things are moving smoothly. There are plenty of Jedi to take back for experimentation here."

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"Tamami, how are the others progressing?"

"On schedule," Tama sighed. "But you're ahead as usual, ma'am."

Tamami took a brief moment to lift her slug thrower, not with much enthusiasm mind you, blasting apart the arm of a younger Jedi knight running towards them from the side. The pain seemed to knock them out instantly. The Devaronian was numb by this point, barely keeping her eyes open. She must have had... what, one hour of sleep last night? Caf. She needed caf.

"Those Io... robot people, I guess... they're efficient," she noted, pushing up her glasses. "Must be nice not needing to sleep..."

Of all the glitches that her neural implant had developed, the need to no longer sleep was unfortunately not amongst them. Of course she wouldn't be here if the blasted thing hadn't decided to screw with her mind, but here she was wounding random people within an inch of their lives.

She really needed to sleep.

Worse was that Ziso was collecting more chit for her dumb collection, which was just more for her to do. A complete drag.

Footsteps. Tama's ears perked up, her cybernetics enhancing her senses a little. More Jedi, seven or so she quickly estimated, emerging from the doorway up ahead. She could respect the tenacity. Personally she'd probably just die. Or ditch. Or both. She let out a faint groan before reloading her slug thrower.

"Reinforcements, ma'am..." she muttered.


 
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"Efficient is good."

Ziso stood to her full height as she turned her mechanical head towards the incoming reinforcements. More Jedi. They needed to come alive, right? .. Ah, right. She chuckled a little as she ignited the lightsaber she'd just acquired. A beautiful blue ignited, illuminating the white cloaked cyborg as her similarly blue eyes stared down towards those who would resist. Then, she held out a hand towards her fellow Cyborg.

"Give me the blade. I'm feeling like flexing a little."

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Tama sighed, retreating the key from her hip. She slotted the handle of the Razor into the mechanical grove just below her throat, drawing out a crimson blade flecking with electricity. Her stupid malfunctioning implant made it impossible to use the damn thing, so here she was reduced to a glorified ammo bag.

She'd certainly be less aggravated about the matter if she had some sleep. Probably.

"Here, boss," Tamami sighed. "Have at it..."

It was probably for the best Ziso got out her steam here anyways. That meant less time she was being bothered so that she could pretend to have a healthy sleep schedule. The Razor made it easier anyways. Cortosis was the perfect counter to the Jedi lightsaber after all. A sooner wrap meant there wound soon be a warm cup of caf in her mechanical hands. It was the only thought keeping her aware at this point.


 

Arkana Io

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Location: Western Entrance, Dalna Temple - Dalna
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Objective: Sack the Temple
Tags: Prodigy Prodigy Percival Io Percival Io

The distinct ignition of a Jedi’s lightsaber carried through the technopathic link Arkana shared with her elder brother.

<<I’m coming, brother!>> Immediately, Arkana took off from the ground, her body’s repulsor cells carrying her skyward as she accelerated towards the western entrance of the temple with blistering speed. Before long, the Chaplain spotted her brother locked in a duel with a particularly aggressive Jedi from her aerial approach. Immediately, she began to descend in a dive, intent upon catching her brother’s assailant by surprise.

A few seconds later, Arkana came up behind the Jedi, her neuronic whip powered on as she closed in. Then on cue, her whip struck out towards their back with a biting crack as the tip broke the sound barrier. While the Jedi sensed the attack in the rippling echoes of the Force, the exact nature of it eluded her until the moment she turned around, at which point it was too late as the whip coiled around her presented lightsaber. From there, the lash tore through cloth and flesh to open a deep gash across her left arm, drawing a pained scream out from her lips as the electrical charges conducted into her nerves. Then, swiftly drawing her tangle gun, Arkana aimed it towards the Jedi’s chest and squeezed the trigger, in the hopes of ensnaring her within the discharged net.


 
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Prodigy strode through the carnage with single-minded purpose, <Well done,> He commended the androids on their efficiency as he stepped over a body. The machine stopped a moment as it reached the front entrance, seemingly caught in admiration of the ancient building. Well-kept, despite the temple's small size and lack of prominence. A shame they could not overtake it without violence.

A Jedi suddenly emerged, catching the contemplative Prodigy by surprise. He raised his forearm, but the Jedi cleaved through it with their lightsaber, causing it to hit the ground with a dull clunk. Before the Jedi could finish the job, however, Prodigy grabbed him by the throat, and threw him headfirst against the wall. The Jedi's skull cracked, and he slumped over lifelessly, "Damn it." The droid chastised himself on his clumsiness. For all the nuance his mind granted him, it also brought weakness. One more cut and he would have been stuck trying to manage this siege all the way from his central processor back on Myrkr. Not to mention they now had one less Jedi to capture. No matter. They would make do.

Prodigy stepped inside, finding a central nave, and several branching halls on either side, <I've entered the temple.> Shelves of ancient texts and religious implements decorated the room, but the real wealth was no doubt deeper inside. A group of Jedi spilled out into the nave, igniting their lightsabers when they saw the towering machine, <…Requesting backup.> Prodigy shifted behind a pillar as one of the Jedi threw a slab of stone at him, which then broke apart in a shower of dust. He poked out and pointed his hand at his attackers, lighting up the room with his integrated blaster.
 

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"Appreciated."

Ziso wrapped her mechanical hand around the hilt as it was offered before turning back towards the Jedi that were coming towards them. With the sword in hand, well, this was far too easy. They didn't expect their sabers to be shut down as she started to cleave through them with the efficiency of any machine. One after another. She'd saved one for experimentation alive, did the others have to be?

Probably. So she didn't fully slaughter them all. Leave some alive for the others to drag back once this was all done.

"Ah.. This is good."

The Kaleesh stood above another unconscious body, crouched low as she took yet another saber to tuck away in her cloak. So many now, all in one day. This was already such a perfect day.

<…Requesting backup.>

Well, not a perfect day it seemed. She glanced up, towards her cyborg companion before straightening out.

"Find their location and let them know we're on the way, I suppose."

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<<I’m coming, brother!>>

Seconds after the technopathic message came through, Arkana had descended upon the Jedi from above, landing behind her and striking at her with a neuronic whip. The weapon not only seized her lightsaber, but dug into her forearm, inflicting a profound pain and trauma upon the Jedi. Her scream of agony was cut off as a net coiled around her body, entrapping and stunning her.

Percival looked at his sister with gratitude. <<Thanks.>> Though the duel had been rather short, he had sustained several injuries, the most prominent of which was to his right arm, where the Jedi's lightsaber had cut deep into his elbow, nearly severing the joint. Already his body was beginning to repair the damage, leaking silver blood onto the ground in the process.

<<"We have one Jedi captured,">> Percival spoke into his commlink for all his comrades to hear. To Arkana, he added, <<She fought ferociously. Do you think...?>> He trailed off, as though unwilling to utter the implications out loud, and shook his head. <<Let's get this one secured.>>

 

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"Find their location and let them know we're on the way, I suppose."

"Already on it," Tama sighed.

It was a good thing that their leader was completely mechanical. She rather quickly hooked her commlink into her arm so she could internally pinpoint the location of his message. Then overlaying that with a schematic of the temple she had downloaded...

"Found Prodigy," she relayed. "There's a staircase three clicks due right that puts us basically in front of them. I'll... call in I guess."

Tamami rather lazily opened her comms, connecting to their open channel.


<We're en route for assistance, I guess. Three minutes ETA.>

That was good enough probably.

 

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Objective: Sack the Temple
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After the net connected, entangling her target within its constricting webbing, Arkana flew to the Jedi’s side and extracted the lightsaber from her grasp, before patting her down to search for any additional weapons on her person. Then, pulling an auto-hypodermic injector from its place on her belt, the Chaplain punched it into her captive’s neck in a single motion, thereby injecting a concentrated dose of AXC into the Jedi’s system.

“Collection teams to my current waypoint. We have a single Jedi captive subdued, disarmed, restrained, and drugged. Target is moderately wounded and may require medical treatment. Ready for transport, over.” Arkana commed in as she worked.

“We read you, Arkana. Team is en route for pickup. ETA 45 seconds, over.” The masculine voice at the other end answered.

A few moments later, after registering the soft whine of approaching repulsorlift engines that indicated the arrival of a collection team, Arkana shut off the comm. To expedite the capture of prisoners, a system had been devised where teams composed of medics, interrogators, drivers, guards, and other personnel would be responsible for transporting prisoners to a designated collection area after they were subdued by the combatants. In doing so, it prevented combatants from having to manually carry prisoners to the collection sites on their own, an effort which would have wasted valuable time and energy, while also removing them from the forward lines.


<<She fought ferociously. Do you think...?>> He trailed off, as though unwilling to utter the implications out loud, and shook his head.

<<I expect that there may be some initial confusion on their part, but the truth will reveal itself in time. I do not anticipate that our family will suffer for it, but we may have to send warning, just in case.>> Arkana answered. If anything, the Chaplain expected bounties on their heads, but nothing more drastic than that. <<There are only two of us here, after all.>> She finished. Unless one of us bifurcates or, Mother forbid, trifurcates. She added, leaving the thought untransmitted and unspoken.

 
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<<That’s not what I was referring to, Sister,>> Percival said as he crossed the threshold into the temple. His photoreceptors picked up on heat signatures belonging to various life forms. Small life forms.

Children.

Or younglings, as the Jedi referred to those students under the age of thirteen. They were huddled together, hidden away in a particular room just down the hall. It wasn’t hard to piece together what had happened, or why the Jedi woman had flung herself at him with such vigor, eager to defend her charges.

Percival raised a hand to activate his comlink and reveal his discovery to the others, but never said anything. He glanced down at his sword. Shaking the blood from the blade, he sheathed it, instead pulling out a small stun pistol. They would be easier to capture, but he would not relish this part of the mission.

<<There are seven younglings hidden behind this door,>> he told Arkana. <<They will be vulnerable, but don’t underestimate them. And remember, we want them alive.>> He palmed the controls, causing the door to slide open.

Seven little faces with big round eyes stared at him. Percival froze for only a moment, seeing his godson Thel in all of them. But a moment was all it took. One of the children used the Force to hurl a desk at him. The Chaplain went flying, crashing through the wall behind him.

 

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He had arrived some time before the raid, posing as a mere traveling gun for hire. He promised no harm, no foul intentions, even struck up conversation with a young man who was clearly a Jedi. Hjin smiled at him, knowing what was to come. Drinks were shared and stories were traded, yet the Chiss couldn't care less about the Jedi's life experiences, nor his wishes.

He knew what he was doing, and the revenge would be all the sweeter.

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During the chaos, Hjin found himself being quite cautious. He was not as gifted as some of the others on the ground, yet his experience fighting Sith and their ilk would lend valuable knowledge, at least enough to not let him die a foolish death. Lurking about as the Open Hand handled their business, lending them aid in a more non-direct manner. "Ah. We meet again."

There, as he rounded a corner, stood the Jedi he had met earlier. He was alone, confused, lightsaber drawn and glowing a brilliant cobalt. "What is this? Are you part of this?"

Hjin tilted his head to the left, chuckling to himself. His helmet modulating his voice, a static hiss hanging on to each word. "Would you say you feel afraid? I remember feeling afraid." Hjin slowly walked forward, even while knowing he could be killed quite easily. "Your justice as a Jedi... it is not mine. Your triumphs are not mine. Your laws are not mine."

"What are you talking about? Are you working with the Sith? Please, it doesn't have to be this way."

"You all say the same thing."

While not disarmed, the Jedi was emotionally arrested by the friend he'd thought he made. Cold chills ran down his spine, but before he went to speak again, Hjin brought up his blaster rifle and unleashed a full-auto torrent dead center. Nothing more than a smoking husk remained, the glimmer of the lightsaber faded quietly.

Without even considering the moment, Hjin made his presence known to rest of the Open Hand. "Hjin speaking, I was forced to put down one of the targets. Currently approaching our metal friend's location."

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Several allies relayed Prodigy’s request, but they still needed time to get there. Meaning the now one-armed machine was stuck combating four Jedi at once. He played it safe at first, laying down a blanket of covering fire. But the Jedi were quick to counter. One of them managed to slip past, and leapt off a wall with a downward cleave. Prodigy caught his leg just in time, and swung him to the ground hard enough to knock the Jedi out cold.

Forced to stop shooting in order to address that attacker, the other Jedi were able to close in. Prodigy stepped out of cover, using his mechanical strength to grab two of the long benches and huck them at one of the Jedi, but they were easily cut apart. Prodigy turned just in time to be stabbed through the abdomen by another lightsaber. He grunted in annoyance. Thankfully, he wasn’t quite impeded by a gut impalement the same way an organic being might be. He seized the hilt and the hand holding it, pushed it in further until he could strike the Jedi across the face with a heavy metal fist.

<A bit more haste would be preferable,> Prodigy radioed back to his allies, some strain coming through in his metallic voice. The droid extracted the lightsaber from his stomach, using it to deflect another incoming blow. With two Jedi left, he was forced on the defensive, blocking their hits in what ultimately became a clock ticking towards his defeat. His reflexes slowly and steadily being outpaced by the dual assault of Jedi.
 

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"Your impatientness is noted."

She dropped from above. The moment she was given the location she'd ran, uncaringly ripping up the very floor as her mechanically clawed feet propelled her forward. She didn't even use the staircase. Instead, she just broke her way down. Unexpected, needless, uncertainty, they were all pieces of a puzzle needed to fight against the Jedi. With Tamami's blade in hand she cleaved down at the first Jedi.

As expected, they turned to defend themselves. But that was what Ziso wanted. The Cortosis blade cleaved right through the lightsaber, through the Jedi wielding it.

"But we arrived right when intended."

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"But we arrived right when intended."

"Yeah," Tama sighed, very unenthusiastically pumping her fist. "Go team..."

She was so tired. They just needed to find that stupid rod thing and get the hell out of here. Tamami let out a sigh, pulling up her datapad and flipping through the schematic of the building.

"Uh, you all good boss?" she asked, sparing Prodigy a glance. "You... seem to be missing parts."


 

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"Need a hand?" Hjin spoke jokingly, entering the room and observing the aftermath of the battle. "I'm beginning to feel more confident in our abilities." A wicked smirk hid beneath his helmet, a sense of satisfaction. Adrenaline coursed through Hjin's veins, the smell of freshly spent blaster bolts making him feel alive.

Through the haze of bloodied euphoria, the sight of Jedi laying motionless granted a glimpse of everything the Chiss longed for.

A future just out of reach.


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