The depth of Donovia [GR dominion for Donovia]

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=4/20]​

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but before she could think, a second Sith stepped forward.

She was ware he’d activated his lightsaber and stabbed at her abdomen, but she lurched sideways, spun, and used the momentum of the spin to put a Force-augmented kick into his chest. The impact blew the air from his lungs and sent him flying five meters across the tunnel. Or whatever part of the creature she was in. He hit the wall, bounced off it, roared, and charged at her, leaping over the prone Sith.

The other Sith, perhaps roused by the rising tide of anger and power, shouted and advanced.

The power coursing through the oncoming Sith intensified. Corvus could feel it. He gave it voice in a shout of rage. Force lightning shot from his fingertips, swirled around him. He extended his left hand and discharged it at the Corellian. It slammed into her, and lifted her from her feet, sending her flying. She hit the floor hard enough to break bones, then slid for a few metres.

Corvus narrowed her focus, and sent a Force Push at the Sith, knocking him backwards and buying her time. Precious seconds.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Finish the Ritual
Allies: The Jar'Kai
Enemies: GR [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Rafeesh"] @Oddball @Krenis Skirata
Location: Planet Core
4/?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnH46jE5odo
The ritual continued uninterrupted to his surprise, the shard began to feel tangible in his palm, not just a vortex of force energy but a cool stone crystal that nurtured from the pure dark energy. The words began to repeat themselves over and over as a mantra of some sort and Mythos was lost to the sith magic acting as a medium between the dark side of the force that he subjugated and the magic that he channeled. "Odoom Desterus" Mythos spoke finally and the crystal began to vibrate and hum.

He placed his palms together, holding the tear sized crystal floating between his hands as it floated calmly, in contrast to the cataclysm happening around him. Instantly lightning poured from his fingers tips creating an arc of electricity between his palm and blasting the crystal with titanic amounts of energy over a long span of time. "To counter balance the magical arts that had brought the crystal to existance, the dark side must attune it to the soul." The words were both instruction and part of the ritual, as when spoken with the scroll it made the crystal glow an eerie purplish dark color. Sith was a language of many secrets, some tying to the magic itself.

After Mythos had attuned the crystal to his essence the final and most difficult part of the ritual would begin. It was necessary to have an anchor in the force to survive but also to act as a conduit between the planet's fleeting life-force and Mythos who would infuse it into the crystal. Mythos had Two:

The Axe and the Rudis. Trailing a small line of blood from the his hand where the struck the rudis and the axe inside the stone, then he began calling the ancient words and reciting the dark spell. His blood light up in purple flame coming in contact with his axe and his hand who in turn gave Mythos the lifeforce of the planet as a dose of vile toxin inside his bloodstream... slowly but surely. Once his body was filled with the lumbering raw force energy he then clenched his body and grunted in the effort of sending it to the burning crystal.

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The heat did not agree with the Jar'Kai's captain, her red hair was completely soaked in sweat down in the core and her eyes dug into her datapad did not ease her discomfort, or her anger.

Martha watched the last moments of the failed sniper scout upon her readers, it replayed over and over again as she assessed the intent of the shot and why he had not gone for a more definite shot placement like the torso or head. Until she saw the nutrient pack and the sight of the familiar lizard friend of every self respecting bounty hunter she had thought him just an extremely bad shot. She cursed internally, this would have to be dealt with. "We have Ysalamiri" She said in an official tone, donning her helmet and her pike. She needed not say anymore, as captain of the Jar'Kai she knew exactly what needed to be done and by association so did everyone else.

Oiled machines war. She waved a few hand signals to the sentinel captain to her flanks in the tight hot corridor and the bulwark who then sent two squads to arm a perimeter at the end of the mines. Mission was simple, scout, report and set up explosives for their arrival.
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The Bastions focused their attacks on silent swift kills, a flurry of movement and attacks sliding from side to side destroying the office in their attempt to kill the Jedi master. Attack patters were calculated and within milliseconds the droid acknowledged and classified the forms used by both master and apprentice compensating for both and then retaliating with the correct rotation. Every slice perfectly angled and calculated yet the droids lacked human ingenuity and the force, should the Jedi use this to their advantage the tables would turn dramatically.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

7/20
[member="Oddball"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Same stuff as before

Krenis stepped out of cover, stepping forward slowly, watching for movement in the shadows, life signs on scanners, or signs of electronics. Anything, in fact. His pack? That was odd. Didn't make that much sense unless it was a missed shot. Or there was something in the pack.

"What's in your pack that'd make a better target?" He heard echoes and dropped to a crouch along the wall again, listening. Movement far up ahead, that was for sure, but he wasn't entirely sure what. Stealth or speed was the classic question, with a compromise often being the best option, except for sniper missions. "And correct." He moved forward again, switching to a faster pace. "Original Alpha-Class ARC trooper for the Clone Wars."

He grimaced beneath his mask. Ah, how he hated that designation, one given him, designed for him, not as a person, but as a commodity. No respect given for his identity or personality. According to his creators, his parents, he was nobody. Expendable. An organic droid to fight and die for the Republic. Despite their failure and incompetence, it was the Jedi who first saw him as an individual, despite his sameness. Then it was the Mandalorians who let him become him, as his own person. They would forever have his loyalty for that. Not enough to fight against the Republic, but enough for him to rally to them when necessary.

"And what's this about a Confederacy having clones?"

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"] / Bastions
4/20

Rafeesh slashed at the other droid in a supposedly smooth fashion, though in actuality it was quite sudden and he did not follow through properly. His saber struck the droid, but it was a training one not a real lightsaber. It merely burned some of the metal's finish and stopping there. He barely had enough time to see this before he had to move back. His saber traveled backwards towards him as he began moving backwards towards a wall.

He took momentary glances backwards in between his defensive strikes. His saber caught the enemy blades only moments from impact. He was in no real form, just using the movements that felt natural to him, it had been too long out of practice. He noticed only a lamp and smashed window behind him. He kept moving back until he was within a meter of the open window and the space beyond. He made a turn to the left and took three steps back until he had one of the three droids in front of him. The other two were quickly closing on his flank and side. Using the Force to push away a droid to his side he channeled his strength into the droid in front, imagining it being thrown through the window. He felt a pause before he had to turn and bat away the attempt by the droid behind him to attack him. The droid he had targeted was thrown to the window, but its legs and torso were stopped by the wall that covered the lower half, this halted the droid's flight through the air, but knocked it badly enough that it might be slower from internal damage.

He felt a sharp edge strike him along as his side as his training saber did not quite make it in time to defend himself. He clutched at the wound with his free hand as he continued to fight. Grimacing he felt the temptation to use the darkness that was beginning to be more apparent around them, but he pushed that away. He had to fight this. The wound would mend and he would be alright.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies [member="Lord Mythos"]

Post 7/20

Mantic pressed his hand forth and utilized a force power resembling a lightning flash. Its purple forks flew from his hand and into the machines in front of him. The ionization was powerful enough to rip apart far more powerful built machinery then this and the lights embraced the first droid with ease jumping to the next and within a second both droids internal systems blew away.

As the droids slid across the floor Mantic turned to the lone droid left. He parried its incoming attack directed toward his knee cap

Then moved passed it having his saber strike high with speed superseding that of normal men he cut of the droid in the mid section. With a numbness the droid stood still. The strike had found some crucial circuits inside it and the figure simply lost power, its body locked in a statue like position.

He turned and moved toward [member="Rafeesh"] a purple lightning reaching out hitting the droid next to him. It was not as powerful as the first one but should be enough to make the droid stunned for a while. Enough for his padawan to counter somehow.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=5/20]​

One of the Sith looked vaguely familiar to Corvus, but his long beard and shaggy hair made his features hard to discern. He wore a threadbare uniform a size too small, the whole covered in a grey cloak made from sewn blankets. The red blade of his lightsaber sizzled and sparked, its edges irregular.

His wild, bloodshot eyes widened when his eyes locked with Corvus. Jaden took advantage of this to draw on the Force, extend a hand, and strike the Sith with a blast of concussive energy so strong it blew it hard against the wall and down to the floor. The Sith lay there, dazed.

The other Sith lunged forward. She had no choice but to block his overhand slash with her blade. Across the intersected blades, she locked eyes with the Sith — and gasped.

She was staring into violet eyes the mirror of her own.

The realisation took a moment to register, and when it did, it hit her like a punch in the face, staggering her. She lost focus, lost her concentration. The realisation pulled a single word from her as implications crashed down on her.

"How?"

The Sith simply unleashed a blast of Force that drove her up against the far wall. She recovered himself enough to cushion the impact with the Force, but the Sith followed up immediately, leaping forward and unleashing a crosscut at her throat.

 

[Weiss]

Objective D
Location: Mining Tunnel
Allies [member="Oddball"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies [member="Lord Mythos"]

Post 8/20

The tunnels were cold and damp. Here and there light kept shimmering against the stone walls, reflecting the troopers shoulder lamps as they moved forward.

"Be.. sq .. ad rep.. ..ing. Secti .. n 32b sec..red S .. r." the static noise made it hard to understand. But the report used standard military phraces and Weiss could pretty easily put it together.

"Affirmative Beta squad, proceed to the lower levels." Weiss answered the hollow radiosignal as he lead alpha sqad closer to the main elevator room of the underground facility.
communication did not function without problems down here. It could be the amount of rock that disturbed the signal but his training told him that this could very well be a direct radion interference.

"313th, listen in." he stopped and commanded. "Heads up, we are expected." he turned off his radio and pointed two of his troopers forward to open the elevator.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Bastions
5/20

Rafeesh nodded to his master as the lightening temporary disabled the droid. He took the initiative and struck the droid with a blow to the head, using the strength of the Force to empower his strike. The strength of the droid's metal connection did keep the head from being broken, but the strike bent the head in and destroyed the circuits within. His hand extended as he called the Force to push the droid away from him, uncertain whether it would continue to function.

He turned around to attack the droid he had thrown against the wall. The droid was still very fast, defending itself and getting counter attacks in. Rafeesh began bearing more of his weight and strength into each strike, hoping to overwhelm the droid with sheer force. After five blows of such power the arm wielding the cortosis blade was bent out of shape enough to give it some trouble attempting to counter his attacks. Using the Force he grabbed the droid's head and crushed it quickly. In a moment the little damaged metallic skull had become something the size of an apple, bent and leaking oil. Rafeesh followed this with another strike to the body, knocking the droid over.

He turned just in time to deal with the last droid, this one was still mostly functional and he was beginning to wear out from the sudden outburst of power. He began defending. He tried to bide his time, to regain strength. He was however running out of time. The droid was giving more than it was taking. The strikes were taking their toll. He called on the Force once more. Throwing all his strength into one final struggle to win. His hand opened and it shot out and touched the droid's chassis. Ligthening was channeled through him and into the droid. It was struck for only a moment, but it was all his strength in it.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies [member="Lord Mythos"]

Post 9/20

Putting his hands together Mantic then drew them apart as if he was bending steel. The droids chassi opened up and the machine inside sparkled somewhat before it was pierced by the jedis saber ending its existance.
Mantic then rushed over to his padawans side, checking up on him.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a concerned tone. "That was rather impressive padawan. Ionization is no simple task but you did it." Mantic looked around and allowed his senses to stretch even further. Whatevwer it was that had sent these droids was still here in the facility. somewhere.

"Gather your breath padawan. We need to move soon."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=6/20]​

She ducked under the red blade at the last moment and it cut a deep groove in the wall, causing the tunnel to vibrate. She kicked out a leg and swept the Sith's legs, but instead of falling prone, the Dark-sider caught himself on one hand before hitting the ground, pushed off, and backflipped away from her.

Battle cleared the surprise from her mind, and the moment the Sith's feet touched the ground, she unleashed a blast of power designed to slam him into the wall.
The Sith snarled, held up a hand, palm outward, and met her blast with his own. Power pressed against power and Corvus and the Sith eyed each other across the tunnel, jaws fixed, eyes locked, neither gaining the advantage.

Corvus saw the clone she had dazed rise to his feet and shake his head. His angry eyes fixed on her. He gestured with both hands, and sent a burst of power at the Jedi.

She held out her left hand, intercepted the blast, and answered with her own power. The Sith's push caused her to stagger, but she nested herself in the Force and stood her ground against both. She held her hands out, the Siths' power pressing at her from right angles. The effort squeezed sweat from her, taxed mind and body. She took a step back, another, and found herself pressed against the wall. She could not hold out for long.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Bastions
6/20

He frowned, "I regret that it was not ionization." He looked down and berated himself for his failing. It was a small one, but it was a break that he had to make certain he did not commit again. He was angered that he had given into the darkness, even so small an amount. He had been taught before becoming a Jedi how to through the Force into lightening. It had been an excruciating experience, both to relearn of its strength and to learn the technique.

He closed his eyes and calmed himself. He had to focus himself on the light. His anger would only take him away from his goal. He tried to recall his battles in the light, his victories, his strength. But not for himself, for the Force and its will. He put his mind into that. He pushed all other stimuli away, the entire world around him disappeared, as he fell back into the Force. For a moment he thought he could see something. He thought he saw a face, darkness filled it. It became like a dark web, centered on the spider of its evil. He couldn't make out the face, but it was even more familiar and it frightened him to think of who it could be. He remembered only a few people from before the stasis and none of them had been enemies, except perhaps his master at the time. He shook himself out as he waited to hear a reprimand, it was warranted given his failing in falling back into an old habit.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Create the Dark Crystal.
Location: The planet core of Donovia
Allies: The Jar'Kai
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] @Rafeesh @Weiss
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui34XwanYT8
The life force of the planet channeled through the axe of Adas to Mythos who in turn blasted the raw energy and condensed it to the crystal forming in front of him. The crystal floated ominously in front of him, already he could feel the oppressive, malicious energy beaming from it and it gave him strength just by being next to it. The spell became more violent as time went by, massive stalagmites fell from the ceiling and smashed into the lava continuously around him, splashing molten lava everywhere reducing anything it touched to ash. Mythos was unshaken, his amber eyes gleamed with red fury as the dark side of the force fueled him and gave him strength.

The axe by itself felt as a part of his body, the blood from his palm and the open wound went unnoticed as the ritual continued, Mythos fell fully into the darkside and was consumed by the waves of dark energy that was visible in the room, it's dense and raw nature breaking the very laws that the force was built upon. Hours had gone by and Mythos' body was feeling the punishment of the ritual and the place yet he persevered fueled by arduous training that had prepared him for this day; the conception of the cortan blade, the training in Mustafar and with Ferus, it all built up to this one defining moment of Sith power and magic. The crystal began to take it's true form, purple spikes and jagged edges covered the gem as it was formed slowly and through time, Mythos watched as the object of power became physical with awe at his own power.

"Perhaps you are not as weak and worthless as i once thought you Mythos, yet that is not much of an accomplishment little sith" The Spirit of Adas said in the ancient sith language, his bias and omnipotent demeanor was already becoming commonplace to Mythos, yet this time, Mythos responded in kind, already tired of his constant berating. He turned his gaze to the silhouette of the force ghost that possessed the axe, his eyes gleaming with yellow fury.

"I will be more powerful than you ever were Adas. That is the reason why you are here... because you know that to be true, or am i wrong?"

The ghost offered no retort.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=7/20]​

The female Sith stared at her, a strange smile on her face. Her strong jaw and almond-shaped eyes clicked in her memory and she recognised her from a One Sith Invasion.

"What do you want?" Corvus asked, as calmly as she could muster.

“This planet," the Sith said.

"I can't allow that," Corvus replied.

The Sith’s smile deepened. "You cannot stop us. No one can."

As one, the two male Sith took a step toward Corvus, their power pressing against her. She fell to one knee, grunting against their onslaught, barely holding on.
They took another step and she fell to both knees.

The larger of the two grinned. Anger poured off both Sith and it hit Corvus like a hailstorm. Her elbows bent. She was failing, failing.

But she refused to give in.

She grunted, summoned a reserve of strength, extended her arms fully, pushed back against the Sith, stood up, and held her ground.

"I won't let you succeed," she grunted. "I can't."

Her words erased the smile on the female Sith’s face. She shrieked, her calm facade shattering under the sudden expression of her rage. Power went forth from her, joined that of the other two, and slammed Corvus against the wall.

"Kill her!" she screamed. "Kill her!"

One of the Sith deactivated his lightsaber and raised his free hand, fingers spread like a claw. She knew instantly what was coming and braced herself as blue Force Lightning filled the distance between them.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
10/20

Mantic looked around the office. For now it was calm. The dark presence was still there though.

"This was but a diversion. Do you feel capable of continuing padawan? I fear something far darker then droids awaits us in the depths of Donovia."

Mantic sensed a grave darkness. It was still familiar but he had yet to identify the source for what it was.
He now knew that he needed to decend the mine himself to find out.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Reach the Surface
Allies: The Jar'Kai
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] @Weiss
Location: Donovia's underground corridors.
6/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Un3zdMkWzAM

Mythos' ritual was almost complete, the Dark Crystal was in it's last stages of creation. The raw energies that would be physically felt and visible to the naked eye swirled around him and compacted suddenly and powerfully with a rush of vile dark wind that condensed in his fist clenching the crystal of power. It was intoxicating, like getting a fix of the hardest drug, Mythos felt the ecstasy of power and the accomplishment of his arduous task. When the ritual had finished the scroll burned with green flame and it's ashes were spread into the molten lava rock of the floor.... the room fell to the silence of the bubbling lava and the rumbling stone.

The force however was not silent, it suffered in pain from what Mythos had done to it, he corrupted it and enslaved it to his will to create the crystal. The artifact he had created was an offense to life, to the the laws of nature, to the force itself because in it's conception the power of vile magic and dark force was used to make it, he tortured the force until it gave him what he wanted... and now the force was in chaos around Donovia and any force sensitive organic and even those who did not have an affinity with the force would feel the oppression and anguish of it's life force.

Donovia would take centuries to recover from the damage done.

Mythos did not entertain the thought, instead his eyes fixed on the purple glow of the crystal and held it gently in his hand while he laughed in triumph over the force itself. The crystal immediately made him feel it's power, he felt in his bones his body become stronger, the axe of Adas only amplifying what the crystal was already doing to him.... it was then he felt it...

Unbeknownst to Mythos [member="Corvus Raaf"] was fighting sith knights somewhere in the planet yet instantly he felt a prime source of anger and frustration blast from a peculiar source. When a dark side user blasted his anger to use it was unnoticeable and expected, it raised no anomalies in Mythos' senses, however when a Jedi Master gave way to the darkside of the force, anger, frustration, fear, hatred or even love it raised alarms in his senses because it is an anomaly, it's unusual, it's out of place... he felt the disturbance clearly for what it was.... someone was falling to the shadows.

His voice rumbled while in thought, mumbling things to himself and the deep tone of his body reflected the raw, uncontrollable energy that the crystal and the axe blessed or cursed him with. Mythos turned on his heel and boomed out a wave in the force from his mind. The energy would be felt by the Jar'Kai and they would flutter like bees to honey to it's magnetic calling. With every step he took in the corridors of Donovias core, more and more Jar'Kai met his flanks and he made his way to the surface, Jar'Kai at his back. "Well boy and girls, there is one way out of this molten core, over the corpses of republic soldiers, who wants to play game?"

The Jar'Kai responded with a soft cheer only muted by their knowledge of stealth and the necessity of professionalism in this situation, yet they knew what Mythos was playing at. "It's simple, whoever get's the most kills get's to drive the Decimus, whoever get's the least cooks for the next two weeks."

Laughing the Jar'Kai nodded and fell to his heels... the King was on a warpath, breaking the seal of the core and the siege of the republic. Titans of war...

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
7/20

Rafeesh shook himself as he told himself to focus more on continuing. The self pity and reprimanding could wait. He had a job and the Force was evidently guiding him there. He knew that they would have to fight whatever it was that had brought this here. Whoever the enemy was, whoever Rafeesh knew him as, he would be defeated in the end. That was the fate of all those who opposed the Force.

He nodded saying, "Yes. I can continue." He kept his saber at the ready as he began moving towards the next door. That was when he felt the Force. It was in pain. He had only this once before, so long ago. Dromund Kaas had probably been the planet, as it had been the capitol of the Sith Empire at the time and the Emperor had been known for his experiments. Rafeesh could not recall what exactly it had been, but he did remember feeling something like this, but not to this degree.

It felt as if the life of the planet had been pulled out and the Force was the wound. He pushed away the pain, forcing himself to focus on the Sith who had done this. This man or woman deserved much less now. The person had desecrated life and the Force. For that he would perish, but Rafeesh could not be the one to decide that. He was more than likely not strong enough. But he would try anyways. He looked to his Master to see what Mantic was thinking.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
11/20

The passageway was dark. And not by light only, the dark side lifted its hidden presence and poured out from the depth of the mines of Donovia.
Mantics eyes widened as he sensed that something immensly powerful had been set free, something that would cause a scar to the very planet itself.

His face fell grim as the durasteel gate of the maintenance elevator opened and they stepped inside.

"Padawan, I sense a far greater evil here then I first anticipated. I fear your first instincts were correct as well. There is something familiair with it all and it is connected with us both. Be weary and do not jump at conclusions no matter what. If your mind remains cool your actions are pure because of it."

As he pressed the elevator button and the heavy chains started to lower the lift he also sensed something else.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] - the grand master of the jedi order was here on Donovia. This brought comfort to the jedi who was beginning to think that he and his padawan might be descending to their own doom. He closed his right fist in his left palm and closed his eyes. He wished to send a streak of light out there. something that would be noted by jedi. Perhaps guiding them toward the center of evil that was nurtured down here. Hopefully the grand master was not alone...

Then he turned and smiled toward [member="Rafeesh"] - this man was a living breathing token of hope to Mantic. If what he had done was possible, anything was.

When the lift had reached the mine level Mantics saber would ignite and he would try to move inside with his padawan at his side.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=8/20]​

Corvus adjusted her blade slightly and the lightning caught in it, snaked around its length, spiralled toward the hilt, hit her hand, her forearm, her bicep.
The power burned her flesh while turning her spirit cold. She grimaced with pain. Trying to resist, she opened himself fully to the Force, but the Siths’ combined power was too much.

She screamed, took her lightsaber hilt in both hands and spun it before her, winding the Force lightning back up along its blade and away from her body. But his focus on the lightning cost her, and a renewed push from another Sith slammed her against the wall. The side of her face hit the wall and she sagged to the floor, struggling to maintain consciousness.

"Just let us go, Jedi," one of the Sith said.

Corvus’ tongue and lips would not make words, so she shook her head.

The lightning sizzled again, the power pushing her along the floor, burning her flesh, searing her spirit. She was still holding her blade, still managing to deflect the bulk of the energy. She just needed to regain her wits, her clarity of thought.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining office
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
7/20

"We can win. We are few, they are many. But the Force is our ally and a strong one, we will not fail..." Rafeesh did not doubt that they would come out victorious, if not now then in the future. That was the fate of all who served the Dark Side, failure and death in ways that would make most Jedi cringe. He remembered that line, a quote of someone from his days before stasis. Someone of the Light side had said that, he agreed. He had wished they were on the same side, now he looked forward to perhaps meeting him again, as a ghost or in a datacron.

He continued walking, keeping himself prepared. He continued thinking on the Light Side, it would strengthen him beyond his own means. Even in its wounded state, it would give him the power to fight this darkness, which was ever more familiar to him.

 

[Dar Moraal]

Objective: Clearing out mines
Location: Just outside the mines
Allies: Any nearby sith
Enemies: Space hippies or as they call themselves the jedi
He landed near the mines. Dar being so close to conflict and such energy use made him feel exited. He was eager to prove himself to the sith. As the loading ramp extended he walked out slowly in the direction of the mines.