Watchers on the Wall [Alliance of Ash Recruitment]

[Darth Abyss]

Varl

Time and history had not been kind to the world of Varl. The original home of the Hutts, long before the Cartel, even before the Infinite Empire. Now it was a toxic wasteland that held no value to anyone but the Hutts, and even they saw the world as little more than a piece of their past. Generally the Hutts kept anyone from coming there, but most of them were dead anyway, killed when the Black Ties rose to control Nar Shaddaa. What remained had neither the willpower nor the resources to defend the world, once the ships with the banner of the Tainted Chorus entered the system.

Yet instead of creating uncalled conflict, Abyss called upon the oldest method of the underworld: Paying them off. He promised the Hutts that he and the his would not stay for long, and offered them a part of his wealth that bought him their peace and silence at the same time. It was good that the rest of the galaxy still thought the world to be defended by them, masking their presence even more then the worthless, broken surface of Varl.

He had picked this place because no one, not even pirates and smugglers came there. The Threat that had recently revealed was powerful, but also surprisingly influential. Not only had their attacks come with unforeseen strength, their tactics and intimate knowledge of secrets asked the question how far their eyes and ears reached, and for now he would rather believe that everything was compromised instead of underestimating them.

Time was luxury they didn't had. The rest of the galaxy wasn't even aware what was coming, politicians doubting the realness of the threat, spreading rumors about conspiracy theories and mad sith trying to stir up chaos and confusion. Abyss knew better. Commenor, Outsider Station, the Time Foundry, Rishi, and recently another, presumably within the reach of the Galactic Empire. With each passing day the situation grew worse, and no one seemed to care enough to act.

Besides him and a few others. He had done his best to spread the word, to call potential allies from every side of the spectrum. This was not light against darkness, it was the living against the machines, and while Abyss himself wasn't truly organic he was still sure on which side he would stand in the war to come.

In the empty wasteland stood the husk of Abyss, a hollow armor kept alive by dark magic and alchemy. Around rested a few of his most loyal and skilled men, each of them ready to follow their dark guardian into the unknown. Behind him they began to load out the ships, each of the crates filled with a variety of Ion or Emp weaponry acquired from the Black Market, or freed from their former owners. It was not much, but soon they would have even less.

Wherever the Contingency went they only left ash. Now something had risen within that ash, an alliance dedicated to keep the galaxy from being overrun by foreign invaders.

The Alliance of Ash.

[member="Qamaria Nasha"] [member="Jorah"] [member="Lark"] [member="Garith Darkhold"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The threat was real, only to those that bore witness to the impending storm. She had survived the Netherworld event, though this threat to the galaxy teetered on a mass extinction to anything created from flesh and blood. This needed to be thwarted before the galaxy underwent a mass genocide of it's species. From the Outer Station to the Time Foundry, she began to piece it together, finding each piece of the puzzle revealed further danger to the galaxy. Her feelings toward the Jedi, and occasionally the Sith, was a choice of hatred but the galaxy was her home. She loved her home. doing what it took to defend it, hopefully others in the galaxy would see this before it was to late.​

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A group of a rag-tag mixture from all different sects, orders, and beliefs saw this, felt it. Their numbers were small, their resolve larger than life. Putting squabbles aside, they began to group up to form not only a watch group, but the first line of defense. Problem was, what were they actually defending the galaxy against? Droids had been name dropped, though she never saw droids form such a threat before. ​

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However, this was a galaxy of Chaos where anything was possible.​

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Staring out across the wasteland, where the group was assembling she could feel the stirring of the Force. Not danger, confusion. The Force was life, coursing through organics but if this threat consisted of mechanical design, what was the fate of the Force flowing toward?​

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[member="Darth Abyss"]​

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Mandalore​

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Here was fire and ash, the disfigured duracreate buildings of a once majestic city. The cities of Mandalore were now crumbling ruins. It was smybloic that the Elder Kashi known as Garith Darkhold stood here among the ruins of a place he once called home. Wrecked and tormented left in the tattered ashes of a damaged soul. Over the long years Garith had many names and many lives. Through the long years he had forgotten many things. Things like the first life lived. The birth name from parents the Elder forgotten.

Taking a knee the Elder Kashi scooped up ash as it ran through baskar gauntlets. The Elder breathed in the choking fumes of a crushed world. The blood of the Kashi and Drakisght flooded his tormented soul. The features of the Elder shifted from sternness to abject horror. Visions of the past present, and of a possible future, the darkness showed the most destructive out come to bring more pain and suffering.

Over thirty thousand years of suffering and hate flashed in the besieged hazel eyes. Images like the destruction of the planet Kashi. Through the years as the Kashi Elder searched for a reason to live. The years as the Elder stood as the Sith juggernaut Darth Shinigami lord of death, the Sith Brotherhood’s Horseman of War, and the Hand of Kad Ha’rangir.

Vision of the present was seen. The Elder’s children [member="Garith Organa"], [member="Faith Organa"], [member="Arabella Darkhold"], [member="Theodosius Organa"].​

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There were The Elder’s grandchildren [member="Bud Balor"]. [member="Laira Vereen"], and [member="Theo Vereen"], also the great grandchild @Kista Bralor.​

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The descendants were starting to bring the Elder peace. The light was starting to find its way back to the ancient tormented soul.​

This possible future brought the elder to both knees. Vision’s of the Elder’s worst fear, one that kept repeating keeping the elder locked in an endless cycle of pain and darkness. This time it was not the elder’s parents of people he adopted as family. This time it was his descendants in a twisted version of the future. The vision may be just one of the many possible out comes but the pain in the elder’s heart was real. It was a suffocating experience crushing the breath from the elder’s lungs and what happiness that was in the hurt. It was an undeniable dread that washed over the soul, the feeling of helplessness, and the ending result of feeling alone again. The elder started to feel the very light being crushed out yet again.

The vision concluded with one last vague image. A blurred imagine of those who would come together. The watchers who will take a stand to fight the pending doom that will take the lives of elder’s descendants. Feeling the power of the father Bogon, the Horseman of War rose back from the ashes.



[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Lost Wraith,
Above Varl.

A cry of pain had swept across the galaxy. A force of machines, who planned to cleanse the galaxy. Venthis had seen them for himself. They had taken the Time Foundry, fortifying it against The Sith Empire. The galaxy was at threat again. There was a need for protection for the living. Venthis was contacted about a group of beings who were planning to band together against the oncoming threat. Something that caught the young acolyte's attention more than the actual group was the 'thing' that was putting it together, Darth Abyss. The Black Assassin. Quite a prestigious title, within the Sith Assassins. One which Venthis aspired to become. Something to keep in mind.

He had left his homeworld of Panatha to come to Varl. A planet he had heard little about, except it was a completely abandoned wasteland. Nothingness. Perfect location, for a group banding together to protect the galaxy from turning into the same landscape as Varl. Nothing. The threat was machines, seemingly seeing themselves as better than the living. There was going to be resistance, of course. The Sith Lords, Jedi Masters, Emperors and most importantly; The living was not going to lay down and embrace extinction. They would need to put their allegiances aside and fight the threat head on.

Venthis believed joining this group would do so. He had his own plans alongside it, but he came here to help the cause. Something he would usually not do. He saw profit in it, however. His ship made it's way down to the surface steadily.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"]