M E A T B A G

"We are not the Jedi or their Darker kin, for Religion doesn't drive us to fulfill our sworn duty. We fight because we swore to take up the Sword, and banish the Cancer festering amongst the Stars."
- Lucius Varad, First of the Lightsworn.
In a Galaxy beset by the incalculable forces of darkness, and rife with monsters from the depths of one's darkest nightmares, few stood against the rising tides. The Jedi, while competent fighters and studious practitioners of the Force in their own right, elected to defend the mewling masses nestled within the collective borders of their sphere of influence. It was admirable, but they've chosen to deny the bigger picture, leaving the stars to be painted in the crimson essences of the weak and innocent.
The Republic, and their spiritual inheritors, the Galactic Alliance, failed the worlds they sought to protect; betrayed from within and cloven in twain by their own incompetence. Their collective oaths were broken by the cloying haze of the Darkside, and thusly deserved their fate. What they all had in common, was that they feared the darkness, and what would happen to themselves if they rose to meet the ever-spreading tendrils of corruption.
The Lightsworn, however, embraced their fear as a long lost sibling and laughed in its face. They wouldn't bow or cower before the burgeoning might of the darkness. Instead, they would brandish the very elements that stood in ascendance beneath the gaze of the Sun; seeking to bring a sense of balance back to the ever-shifting spectrum of the Living Force.
To aid them in their eternal quest, unique lines of arms and armour would be forged to suit their needs and their fighting styles. They would need every advantage imaginable to achieve the barest notion of success, for the task before them was mighty. These noble Warriors and Scholars were charged with cutting down the Legions of Sithspawn that haunt the stars and banish the Echoes of the Netherworld from the skeins of reality. All that was abhorrent to the Living Force, and the natural order of things, would find themselves beneath the Swords of these elite warriors.
No matter the cost.
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