Dominion The Secret of The Promised Land [Silver Jedi Concord Dominion of Taris/Hodasal Hex]

[GhostOfProtocol]

Backstory​

Taris.

Once a planet that resembled the ecumenopolis of Coruscant, now a shadow of what it once was. Leveled during the first Jedi Civil War while under Sith occupation, recolonized years later and once again damaged during the Yuuzhan Vong War, Taris had seen a population decrease over the years. The planet never reached the population levels it had seen before the Jedi Civil War.

However, recent reports say that settlers have once again found the path to the fabled “fifth” level of Taris. Many of these settlers were reported to be nothing but outcasts, people whose families disowned them and left them with nothing. These outcasts found themselves being driven lower and lower into the city until they reached the fabled “promised land”, the home of the original settlers of Taris.

It was almost by chance that a member of the Silver Jedi Order managed to come across these reports while exploring the upper levels of Taris. The Silver Jedi dispatched a Jedi Knight and his Padawan to see if they could assist in the rebuilding of this fabled “fifth” level. They were to do whatever they could to see that these settlers were secure and safe in their new abode.

The Knight and Padawan never returned.

It was an accident, the young Padawan who was searching the archives never even intended to look at the reports from Taris, but the Silver Jedi would come to owe him greatly. For it was this young Padawan who found the truth about the Taris Promised Lands. It was this young Padawan who learnt that once you entered the Promised Lands, you never left the Promised Lands.

The Silver Jedi launched a mission right away to rescue the Knight and his Padawan. They dispatched some of the brightest, most gifted Jedi to Taris to assist where possible. They dispatched others to help the defense of the under city and they dispatched the rest to the Taris Upper Levels to learn what they could about the history of the planet.

So! Jedi Friends! Which objective will you choose?

Objectives

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Objective 1 - Rescue Mission

Objective one is a rescue mission. You will join the group in exploring deep into the Promised Lands, coming across many challenges along the way. You will have to resist the calling of the force to find the true secret of The Promised Lands and find the location of the missing Jedi. This is the perfect objective for those who like a story driven, GM’d objective!

Objective 2 - Rakghouls

For those maybe not as interested in exploring, objective two may be for you. If you like a fight, this objective is definitely for you. The Rakghouls are exiting the sewers once again, and the Jedi on the lower levels and in the under city will be required to defend the populous from the plague ridden beasts.

Objective 3 - The Upper Levels

Maybe the thought of potentially getting trapped in The Promised Lands is too much for you, then there are four other levels to play around in. Serving more as a Bring your Own Objective, the upper levels contain the rich history of Taris. Go explore, see if you can find some relics of The Jedi Civil War, go and do some swoop racing on the lower levels, hang out with royalty in the upper city, meet some down and out Tarisians in the lower cities, or maybe you want to explore the sewer systems and see if anyone has hidden any trinkets down there, the choice is yours.

Objective TLDRs​

Objective 1 - Rescue Mission

Objective 2 - Rakghoul Fighting

Objective 3 - BYOO

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

It'd be so long. So many years- since he left Silver Rest. Taris. He'd been there before. Another day, another life- life that he had been denied, and in more ways, left behind. Perhaps for the better.

But it was high time he left the temple-

Tracyn was back in his robes, placing the armor over his arms, clicking them into his magnetic locks.

He rotated his arms, getting them used to the weight. They were descending downwards, to the so called Promised Land. The Force was calling to him- but not so much in a peaceful way. Maybe it wasn't something, but someone. It didn't feel...right. The calling was like a siren luring sailors to their doom, less so a peaceful area. In Tracyn's opinion, at least. He balanced his lightsaber, before he began to crouch, trying to see if he could find any footprints, or evidence of passing so far down here.

He hadn't thought yet, to look at the group. Crouched down, Tracyn turned his head, examining the group briefly, before trying to reach out with the force to find a path for them to take.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 2

Amani had studied the rakghoul plague as part of her medical training. By all accounts, it was... less than pleasant. Complete mental degradation into a state of mindless, zombie-like behavior, and a full-body mutation that contorted the figure and made one bleed from their eyes and mouth. She shivered just thinking about it. But, it made it all the more key that she be here then. As a healer and medic, there were few things more important Amani could find herself doing than halting a devastating plague and defending the people at risk.

What’s one more mission? Just like old times.

Amani turned around to some of the others who had joined her on the lower levels, “Right. This virus spreads through direct contact with a Rakghoul, so keep as much distance as possible. Even the smallest bite or scratch, and you’re infected. Cures are few and far between; Anyone know if the Concord supplied us with any Rakghoul serum? If not...” she shook her head, “If anyone gets hit, you let someone know immediately. Our priority is to protect these civilians with our lives, but that doesn’t mean you throw caution out the window.” Amani spoke with a stern, commanding presence she rarely displayed, but when it came to medical duties, that was where she shined.

“May the Force be with us.”

And Force help anyone who got too close for comfort.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective 1

Ura looked at her left hand, her fingers seeming to be pulled into it. She quickly extended her fingers back before looking around at the others who had joined the mission. There were there to rescue a Knight and Padawan that had gone missing in the Promised Land. She'd volunteered since, thanks to being silicon based, Taris' well know Rakghoul virus wouldn't be able to affect her. There were other things given her Force nature that worried her, but at least the virus wasn't one.

She then looked, sighing a little. "May the Force be with us, and with them."

 

[Kei Westbrook]

Objective Two
Amani Serys | Mathieu Brion

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Ohhh boy.

He was about to be responsible for a death, or multiple. He took up position next to the young Jedi Padawan healer, looking at her. He knew nothing about the Rakghoul Plague, nor about the Rakghoul species. Amani clearly did and he was very glad she was sharing the information that she knew.

He double checked his weapons. His lightsaber was at his side, with the OS-104 at his other hip. The blaster pistol would provide him the range unlike the lightsaber, it's smokey ash blade was very much an up close weapon. Up close was not where he wanted to be when fighting Rakghouls.

He had invited Mathieu to Taris, hoping to teach him a few things about the history of the galaxy. He had expected to ask him something. He hadn't expected the duo to be dragged into the defense of the Taris lower city from the Rakghouls. He had expected such an easy day.

He had read the stories, of course. The Rakghouls came from the turbo lifts and butchered the citizens on the lower stories. The job of the Jedi was to prevent a full on apocalypse of Rakghouls, they needed to stop the Rakghouls infecting the citizens.

He slid his helmet on, giving his OS-114 armor a once over to make sure he was fully protected. He hoped he'd be resilient to a scratch or two, but he couldn't be one hundred percent sure. He would try not to get scratched no matter what happened.

"As the young Jedi said, these things are a one hit kill if they touch you. We have healers, but I have no idea how much of the serum we have to cure the plague. If you get hit, you let someone know and get away from the group, a doctor will be with you as soon as we can spare one."

He looked at Mathieu, grinning from ear to ear. This would be a very good introduction to fighting for the young Jedi, a good introduction to Kei's favorite pass time. Fighting Sith beasts, plague infected monsters was going to be an interesting morning.

He flicked his eyes to Amani.

"I miss anything Doc?"

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective T w o
Amani Serys | Kei Westbrook | Tracyn Ordo

While Yula had made the conscious decision to be closer to her family, this was not what she’d had in mind.

“Sunnuva—!” Grunting with exertion, the Zeltron pushed back against the sithspawn. Monster killing wasn’t exactly her thing, but the varied demands of living in the Outer Rim had taught her to keep as much as she could in her wheelhouse.

The rakghoul screeched directly into her face, putrid breath and all. Turning her head to the side, Yula retched a bit more dramatically than necessary. Right now they were locked in a stalemate, with the spacer holding the beast off lightsaber to claw. Yula ground her teeth as her enemy pressed harder with another stankilicious roar, the orange blade of her saber sparking against the ghoul’s claws. It was stronger than her, and Yula’s feet began to slide back.

“Seriously, that doesn’t hurt?” She grunted. “Or do you just not—care!” Punctuating her words with another grunt, she dropped her saber and jumped to the side. The momentum from the sudden loss of pressure caused the monster to stumble forward, whereby it was quickly decapitated with a wide stroke of orange plasma.

Killing her blade as the now headless rakghoul tumbled to the ground in a pile of lifeless flesh, Yula let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through her sweaty, disheveled hair.

“Man, Taris sucks.”

 

[Cadere]

Objective 2
Amani Serys | Kei Westbrook | Tracyn Ordo | Yula Perl

Cas hated killing - now more than ever. Although, these Rakghouls seemed like serious business, the Kiffar wasn't exactly what you'd call a history buff, so the only thing he knew about these creatures was the bare minimum that was just explained by Amani. With Cas' preference for Ataru this would certainly be a difficult battle for him, he'd have to rely on Shien for this defence and without any type of armor he'd have to be extra careful.

On the bright side of things, his buddy Mathieu or, as he liked to call him, Stretch was here. At least things would be more bearable with him around, they were getting better at their banter during intense situations - plus, he was a sucker for defending against a crisis such as this, it was their job as Jedi after all.

Arms crossed, a confident smile plastered his bronze face and his eyes were narrowed on the Mirialan "In other words, don't die. Should be easy enough." Cas stated with a hint of sarcasm. Despite his quiet anxieties, he was confident with this amount of Jedi at the defence that they'd come out on top.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Silver Rest had been home, but when he returned from deep space, he had found that they had decided to swap gears to another. Which was fine, he supposed. While the Rest had been the base of the Silver Jedi -- or Silver Jedi Concord now -- for the better part of his tenure with the organization, whoever was in charge now had decided that Commenor would be more suitable for their needs. While Commenor held bitter memories for the Jedi Master considering it had once been a regular visiting place for him before things had gone wrong, and he would never dedicate himself to living there full time because of it, he could at least understand the strategic reasoning he supposed. Whatever that might be.

Either way, it was time to throw himself back into things.

Taris had once been prosperous, but that was a long time ago. Now, they would return under the pretense of finding this Promised Land they had spoken of. Though, he didn't know how "Promised" it was, if they had sent a Knight and Padawan and they hadn't returned. Sending a Master alongside the group was the best way to go, so he had volunteered his services immediately.

And he had found himself alongside some familiar faces.

Tracyn Ordo was one of his oldest friends, and he couldn't be happier to have him by his side again. And Ura Iolar who was one of his rising star Padawans. He couldn't ask for better.

But as they descended... He felt it. The call.

Suddenly he began to understand.

His expression grew fierce as his hands balled into fists. He looked to his companions.

"Use caution. Stay together. Do not get separated. We can't afford to be."

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Rakghouls

Objective: 2 - Rakghouls
Tags: Kei Westbrook | Cadere | Amani Serys | Yula Perl

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Kei had already warned him. Just as the Master who invited him, Mathieu was clad in full heavy armour and even carried a blaster pistol. It had been less than a year since he left his Mercenary work to join the Silver Jedi Order and ever since, he had tried to stay away from carrying too much of his old gear. Today was an exception. Still, he wore a robe over his armoured figure and still carried both practice sabre and stun baton like he normally did.

Staying by Kei's side as he approached the group, a few familiar faces could be seen. The Mirialan, Amani, was someone whom he had met during Jedi Master Or'Fol Moric's class on Aerokinesis and he was already friends with Cas whom he had met quite some time ago. And of course, he had met Master Kei on more than one occasion and was only here because of his invite. All in all, the Morellian was rather happy about his current company.

Arriving just as Amani started to speak, he gave her a friendly nod, apparently glad to see her again. But the atmosphere was serious. The message she conveyed was an important and informative one and the same could be said about what Kei spoke of immediately after. The Rakghouls, despite not being the hardest foe to face in single combat, were a formidable threat. It was a good thing that the Jedi were there as the Padawan wanted to prevent them from getting anywhere near a civilian and non-combatant.

It was fortunate that Cas was there to brighten the mood. He was a good friend to have around when things took too dark of a turn. Smirking, Mathieu looked over to the Kiffar and let out a teasing comment "Yeah, just stay behind me and you'll be fine" He kept his voice low because while Cas knew him well enough to tell that it was a joke, the others might not. For now, that would have to be the only comment as Kei still seemed to be going through the essentials with Amani.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Objective 3: The Upper Levels of Taris.
Present Company: Lexas.

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Taris was a victim of an incredibly rich past, violent episodes of both physical and epidemic nature had struck the world and it's populace a number of times resulting in a grave loss of lives within the lower economic sector, also known as the lower levels where the pollution was thickest and the state of living for civilians forced to whether the risks, more often than not suffered hardships without the same reprieve given to those with the financial equity to sustain the worlds inflated economy.

This was not Caedyn's first time visiting Taris, however he had not done so since his time with the Je'daii. Todays venture, while learning that a couple other teams had been sent here for interests of the Order's, Caedyn himself had come with the hope of assisting Master Coren Starchaser in acquiring some of the knowledge once stored within the old Taris Academy, also formerly known as the Jedi Tower.

Once used by the Jedi Covenant of old, it had been rendered inoperable since an age old battle between the Jedi and the Mandalorians. Caedyn's attention had been drawn to it while scowering throug the old archive files back on Commenor, when he had come across an article relating to a massacre of padawan long ago. Disturbed by the read, yet otherwise interested, he had been unable to help himself and so the academy would become his next target for the safe acquisition and storage of the Jedi Teachings under the Temple of Kattada's safe keeping.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 3: Fake charities

Griet not being there on Yurb, she was more than puzzled when she saw Lervon launch their own charities to aid those that needed it. For the most part, the Lervon not being one for defrauding people based on their very real plight, she nevertheless managed to follow more of those money launderers that may be refugees of Bastion all the way to the lower levels of Taris, believing that Iokath may be a poor fit for them. As much as the Sith Empire is now more vulnerable than ever, with its capital coming under attack, it's no reason to rejoice in any shape or form. Even with Jedi involvement in the early stages of its downfall, a terrible price must be paid by the civilian residents of the Braxant Run. And most surprisingly the Gree. But it was precisely goings-on at Iokath that led me here on Taris, she thought, before meeting with a Gree suspect on Taris that supposedly laundered money on both Taris and Iokath by way of using unwitting refugees from Bastion or even Dubrillion.

 

[Inara Basai]

Objective: 2
With: Amani Serys , Mathieu Brion , Cadere , Kei Westbrook

The fresh-faced Antarian Ranger Medic stepped up behind the group of Jedi, listening to the important information – and trying not to eavesdrop on anything else.

Inara was green – but not like Amani, mind you.

A private, she was fresh out of basic and eager to get her feet wet, so to speak. Of course, she'd have liked to go out with some of the Rangers – but today, she'd been assigned to follow a group of skilled Jedi. This was going to be interesting, especially having learned about her own force-sensitivity only since enlisting. But she wasn't here to indulge her own curiosities.

She had an important job to do: keep everyone up and on their feet.

As she understood it, Amani was already quite skilled as a healer. Inara had no idea exactly how this Jedi healing was done. It seemed something like magic in her mind. Her own methods were less mystical, but still effective bacta patches or injections, mainly. She wasn't a physician – but she knew enough to assess the situation and get people stabilized.

“We've got some,” she pipped up, when there were inquiries about the presence of serum. Her eyes flickered to each individual. “Just enough.” She added, eyes falling away from the group. That is, if everyone only got bitten only once– and if everything else went well enough (don't get shot in the vest, don't drop the vials, don't break them).

For the most part, she'd let the Jedi do their thing – and she'd be there to help if needed.

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Objective 2: Rakghouls (Contain Infestation + Develop New Treatment)
With: Charlie Nooran

Jyoti didn't do much field work these days, but a new Rakghoul outbreak required the veteran's Shadow's attention. An extensive sewer system and billions of inhabitants made for an incubator of disaster. With the Bryn on the move into the civilized galaxy, the last thing anyone needed were mutant hordes on top.

What had even caused this outbreak? That's what really concerned her as her blastboat hit atmo, joining the multitude of other allied ships and transports on their way down.

"Make sure you cover up well," she reminded Charlie. "The mutation is relatively fast acting. We're not safe until we collect samples for the field kits."

She hadn't only come to eradicate the current threat, but prevent any future ones. Panacea had a treatment in the works, but required fresh specimens to complete synthesis.

"Even then, best not to take chances."

Already she could imagine Charlie sighing from the doting, but this matter situation was more dire than usual. One could still take a hit from a Bryn drone and walk away. Not so much here against virulent Sithspawn.

(OOC: On the same objective, but will be hitting it at a different start point to keep posting flow moving quickly. Comms are open if you desire interactions.)

Spoiler

Amani Serys Mathieu Brion Cadere Kei Westbrook

 

[Risen]

Objective 2: Rescue Mission
Dramatis Personae: Tracyn Ordo Ura Iolar Josh Dragovalor

Risen stood arms crossed behind the more experienced Jedi. Most of them he was unfamiliar with, but that was nothing new. A soldier didn’t need to know his commanding officers, just obey them. And although Risen had prepared to take part in the combat above, he was recommended to the rescue mission.

The implication, at a guess, was that this Promised Land was not for the faint of heart, its traversal not for the weak of will. Risen’s mind was steeled. His weapon was at the ready.

Of course, he may just be given paddie duty. Those were the breaks sometimes.

But a soldier followed orders.

 

[Marus Saretti]

Objective: 2
With: Amani Serys Cadere Inara Basai Kei Westbrook Mathieu Brion Yula Perl

"No, no, bloody—Get back!"

As the group a short ways away heard Marus's mildly panicked voice, by the time they turned to see what he was dealing with, a loud crack rang out, with the echo coming back to them again and again from the further depths that they were busy clearing. The Rakghoul he'd been dealing with slumped over with a rattling groan, black ichor leaking from both sides of the wound that his pistol had punched through its chest cavity. Shaking, Marus stepped back from the corpse, checking over himself to make sure there weren't any bites or scratches he'd taken.

Even without hearing what the others were just talking about, he'd heard more than enough horror stories about rakghouls when growing up. Blasted things were never half as extinct as people in the galaxy wanted to think they were, and they'd even been reintroduced to Taris.

Then, the shaking, still-completely-untrained Padawan went bone white as the echo from his Morellian pistol faded away...to be replaced by a chorus of growls and howls from rakghouls off in the distance, all coming from multiple directions.

"Uh-oh."

 

[Syd Celsius]

Wearing: Inferno Gown

Armed with: Hurricane Blades (Double Bladed Spinning Lightsaber)

Came to Taris in: Throwback SSF

Objective: BYOO (Study archeology relics of the upper levels)

It was a magnificent find.

She had been here two days so far, cataloguing the find. A magnificent tomb, in a part of Taris whose buildings had been long destroyed, fading into new trees and vegetation.

It was a very ancient, obviously built here for its remote location. Not remote enough, now.

She had carefully uncovered the tomb via telekinesis, applying an army of brushes to tirelessly dust off finds. Opening the inner tomb door had required minor magical skill making Syd realize something within was precious.

Strangely, there was no sarcophagus. All that was within the inner tomb was a box of black jade, with gold filigree markings indicating a Coruscanti Origin.

Syd, naturally curious, carefully searched out its opening mechanisms and used them. The Box clicked open and Syd beheld a beautiful Jade death mask of an elderly woman with more severe features than hers. It tingled with magic. She sensed the imprint of flame powers on it. Judgement powers as well.

This was the mask of a Light Side Witch, carrying the imprint of herself. Offering great power in exchange for grafting a fragment of her to your soul. Not a bargain most people would accept. Syd was not most people.

It tingled with secrets. As much as Syd changed, as much as she worried, she still knew it was her innate nature to take in magical secrets. Yurb had proved that.

Syd prepared herself mentally. The incident at Yurb had been unexpected. This would be a prepared imbibement of secrets, from another, highly experienced Sorceress of the Light as Syd strived to be.

Syd concentrated, drawing the magical imprint into herself, flesh bubbling and rippling as she let out involuntary, pig like metallic squeals as she absorbed the fragment into herself. It was only a fragment, but it was still a massive jolt in power.

The death mask crumbled to dust, the woman holding it bearing its likeness now., hair at a brownish, chestnut color, skin slightly darker as the flesh ceased to bubble.

Not quite Syd, but not fully itself, it calmly walked out of the tomb...

(Plasmid Acquisition Theme Plays)

(Syd acquired a new Force Power!)

Power: SORCERESS OF CORUSCANT

Spoiler

A Force Power only able to be used on ecumenopolis planets, this Power enables Syd to assume the persona of an ancient Light Side Witch with enhanced control over Electric Judgement, Flames only capable of damaging Dark Adepts, and a number of spells allowing control over metal with numerous other advantages, drawbacks include Persona developing a potential will of its own, increased vulnerability to water that causes skin to "Rust" and reducing her speed by half while leaving her more vulnerable to all forms of damage for a few minutes afterward. Persona must regularly use her magic to help others to stay in control of the body every twenty four hours.

The Sorceress of Coruscant, glanced around, not quite Syd, and decided to go exploring...this could be a useful base of operations in the future...She spotted the remains of an abandoned military base that was just begging to be cleared out and renovated for use. She headed to her starfighter com array, in order to contact Starlin Rand . Like The Sorceress of Yurb had, The Sorceress of Coruscant used Syd's voice to call him here.

"Starlin, Syd here. It occurs to me you need a legitimate base of operations. Every Knight, or Squire, in your case, needs their own castle to store both steed and sword. A great teaching opportunity has arisen. Meet me here if you can. There's an old military base needing your personal renovation. Also I won't look like myself. Another 'hilarious' incident involving a Force imbued death mask has rendered me looking different for the moment. Meet me at these coordinates.

The Sorceress of Coruscant sent the message and then began the long walk to the base full of mystery...

To be continued in: Apprentice to Metal

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Objective 1
Tracyn Ordo Ura Iolar Josh Dragovalor

A Padawan and his Master. Lost to the promised lands of Taris. While she rarely involved herself in search and rescue missions, this was one of the few occasions where she felt obliged to volunteer. She was a Consular, and a powerful one at that. But that was not why she joined this mission. No, she hoped that her mastery over telepathy could make a true difference here. After all, there was no telling in what state they would find the Padawan and his Master. Having someone around who could safely delve into minds and memories to uncover the truth, should it be needed, could certainly be quite helpful.

But as they descended down to this promised land, the Jedi Master could tell that this wasn't just a 'one and done' mission. The Force beckoned her, and not in a warm, inviting kind of way. Nodding in agreement to other master's advice, Sakadi would glance at her surroundings, hoping to find whatever dangers or beasts lurked on this planet, before they found them.​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective One - Story Post
Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Tracyn Ordo | Ura Iolar | Josh Dragovalor |@Risen

The force was strange, sometimes it guided you to untold powers and gave you unlimited potential, other times it led you to your death. For those adventuring down into the lowest level of Taris, the so called Promised Lands, the latter option seemed the most likely.

The group would find themselves in a cave as they traveled further and further into the depths of The Promised Lands. Navigation by the force was all but useless, it would require some old fashioned guesswork to navigate the tunnels and the paths.

It was dark, as if every single light source in the cave had burnt out in one go. Everything seemed wet to touch, as if it was coated in something. The only hit that the two missing Jedi had even remotely traveled in the direction that the group was heading were their footprints, but they wouldn't even be visible if someone didn't find a light source.

Slowly but surely, the feeling of cold and death would grow. The place stunk of the darkside of the force, for reasons as yet unknown.

Time was an illusion, no-one above ground knew how long the rescue team had been in the depths of The Promised Land, communications had gone out ages ago. All they could do was hope that the rescue team returned soon, and the two missing Jedi were returned.

 

[Kei Westbrook]

Objective Two
Mathieu Brion | Amani Serys | Jyoti Nooran | Charlie Nooran | Cadere | Inara Basai | Yula Perl | Marus Saretti

The fighting had started only moments after.

Kei's smokey ash blade had shot from the hilt of his crafted weapon. It was the first time that he had activated the blade since returning to the galaxy and he forgot how dark the weapon's plasma blade was in comparison to everyone else's in the order.

The Rakghouls had the numbers advantage and with the ability to infect any of the fighting Jedi with one hit, it was pretty scary to come up against the numbers advantage. The amount of moving and dodging that would be required would be tiring, of that Kei was sure.

His smokey ash blade cut through the first of the Rakghouls, drawing first blood for the group who had bonded together ( Mathieu Brion , the two doctors in Amani Serys and Inara Basai and the young Jedi Knight in Cadere ). They were outnumbered probably ten to one, and the numbers of the Rakghouls kept growing.

Kei tried to keep his eyes all around the fight, trying to make sure the young Mathieu wasn't getting swarmed or overwhelmed. He tried to ensure the two doctors had enough space to treat anyone who got scratched and he tried to ensure everyone would walk out alive.

In the distance he saw Marus Saretti , fighting his own wave of Rakghouls in the lower city. He felt his blade enter another Rakghoul and exit at a diagonal, ending the life of the beast. He was doing his best to rack up his kill count while keeping the gang alive.

"I'm gonna go help him out"

He shouted, vaguely in the direction of Mathieu. The man in the distance was clearly having trouble and Kei refused to let a Jedi die on his watch. He watched as a blade cleaved it's way through another Rakghoul, watched as the body of the beast parted in two like an ocean being split.

Kei fought his way towards the man, blade dancing in his fingers as he floated between a mixture of Form V and Form III, defending and slashing his way through beasts with his black blade. Again, he was mostly showing off and trying to rack up his kill count.

He closed his fingers around the shoulder of the young Jedi ( Marus Saretti ) and pulled him back. In front of him, Rakghouls closed in. Kei resorted to physically kicking one of the Sithspawn back before his blade sliced through it like butter.

"Get back to the pack kid, go"

 

[Acaadi]

Amani Serys Cadere Inara Basai
Kei Westbrook Mathieu Brion Yula Perl Kyra Perl

OBJECTIVE TWO

"We get to visit all the best places," Acaadi said to Kyra. "I actually thought this was the sewer."

It wasn't the sewer. It was the lower levels of Taris. Places that only those with no place to go with inhabit. They smelled just as bad as a sewer. It was fortunate that they weren't densely populated or else the plague would have been out of control by now.

Acaadi was feeling ready to become a full Jedi Knight. This mission involved facing up to demons from his past.

There were many experiences that haunted his dreams. He knew that to be a Knight he had to be ready to face up to any of them. He had been trapped below ground with sith spawn before, fighting his way to freedom.

If he managed today then he felt that his final challenge was to meet a sith in battle once more and to stand his ground. These were all personal battles. Acaadi had explained some of this logic to Kyra on the way here.

"I hear fighting."

Acaadi usually wore light clothing so he could move freely. Today we wore armour across most of his body. Better to be a little slower than to catch a claw and end up infected with the plague.