Public Written in Force Blood

[Mila Temnota]

Location: Nevarro

The Falling Star, Mila’s Tie Vanguard
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The Falling Star came out of hyperspace and hurling towards Nevarro, it piercing the atmosphere as if a tip of a blade. In cramped cockpit was a woman with one eye behind a minature curtain of shadow, and the other burning as magma like the very fires on Nevarro as she holding the two parts of the yoke, making a sudden turn away from the developed area of Nevarro, where life of the natural sort beated. No she was being drawn by another sort of life, unnatural…

The Starfighter began to cross over ash covered fields, and into canyons of black as she came upon what was ruins of Imperial Base from the Late Galactic Era. Setting down the vessel on a clearing, she lowering her ladder, her long black cape blowing in wind as began to climb carefully down, and she walking towards a sky bridge that was torn asunder, she walking towards it and her body glowing in a peridot green as she was suddenly on the other side, crossing the gap. Mila rarely drew on the Magicks of Dathomir, save in this way, to phase. She admitted it had become more nad more a crutch, the Ichor of her people since her injury. Inside she found corridors with debris and damage everywhere from some great barrage or explosion that no doubt took place long ago. And yet what was intriguing to her was some of screens were still blipping with information, as if someone had been here recently. She began to draw on sense that her Powers had given her. As a Jedi she had been taught to hone in on the rhymn of all living things, to feel its beat, but the dark side was far more direct, it bypassed the meditative calm and losing the sense of your surroundings, and went straight for the source, as if the scent of prey to a predator, and she could feel them. They were here. She took up her Lightsaber hilt and commanding it in a violent grunt, the kyber of green came forth not as that of a Jedi, rather it screaming with somethng far sinister, smoke pouring around it in helix shapes, the Ichor.

She began making her way down to the next level, where more wreckage, and consoles were rusted and torn apart by whatever assault took place here. She could hear the sounds of blaster fire echoing, remnants, echoes of the past, rippling towards her, and sound of heavy footsteps of Beskar. A Mandalorian and yet lighter steps, something else…

 

[Hadrian Wyn]

The Jedi Inqusitor had made his way to the sub-levels of the the bombed base. His wrist datapad told him that this facility had once been lead by Moff Gideon, and was destroyed by Din Dijarin, a Bounty Hunter who made Nevarro his home. The Archives were incomplete however, as Hadrian saw that much data was missing one what exactly the Empire was doing here, which is what peaked his curiosity in the first place. Hadrian had been visiting abandoned Imperial installations and facilities throughout the Outer Rim territories in an effort to help cleanse an remnants left behind.

What the Jedi Sentinel often found was not much, Sith and those of the Maw had stripped much of what was left behind for their purposes. Finding anything often because whoever hid the precious things behind, had done enchantments and other unorthodox methods to keep them concealed. So Hadrian was often forced to comb with the Force, calling via touch visions of the past to help him map what might be here. What was clear in his limited sweep of this lab, was that something very potent in the dark side was being done. Hadrian knew of the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise, and the manipulation of Midi-chlorians, that Sith often would commit abominable acts to synthesize and create weapons. The Sith Spawns were famous in the annuls of the dark.

Making his way to a chamber, he found in a dead end, something curious. The dead end itself was the curosity, everything in this level had broke off into rooms, many flooded with black volcanic rock and black sand, but this just went no where. Touching it with his black gloved hands, he began to search, when he found a flat painted square, pressing it in, suddenly a hole below him opened and he fell into shadow.

 

[Mila Temnota]

Mila following the scent, it was crisp with that smell that accompanied followers of the light. She made her way to one of sub-levels, and saw a chute of some sort below, her blade she reaching down to light it up green and then deactivating it as she clipped the hilt to her belt. She then calling forth the power like a storm around her body as she came down, bolts flying out from her when she finally came to its end, and releasing what looked like hands of adoration in fine white bolts. She then with one motion drew her weapon and immolating the green fire began squinting around in the dark with her one good eye which was as if a singular coal aflame in the shadows. It scanning all about for the source of the scent, when she came to what felt beneath her long heel boots to be a catwalk. She kept walking drawn to smell of her prey, when she heard a voice, it broke the silence, she peering around the corner of volcanic rock, and saw one in black robes, who standing before a great hologram of blue light.
“A Jedi..”
She musing to herself. There was some conflict, she had been mislead before by the dogmas of the Order, and from a glance he seemed rather handsome, though the Hologram now drew her attention, for it was a Sith Lord.
What was a Jedi doing watching a recording of a Dark Lord? Was he a Dark Jedi like her? Forging a path in the shadows without the structures of the Sith? If that were so why did she still smell the stench of Light on him? Deciding it was best to observe for now, she snapping her hilt back, and snuffing out the blade.

 

[Hadrian Wyn]

Hadrian fell down some chute to the basement levels, where he rolled out in a less than graceful fashion.
“What an uncivilized method of travel..”
He said to himself.
He then saw light beyond, a glowing blue that drew him to his feet and dusting off his shoulders. He came to a console, like a half rounded pillar, with blue light, and all around was tanks of blood red, with cells of some sort floating in them like jellyfish. He could feel in those cells the Midi-chloria, the blueprint of life, and the destroyer of life, the dark side, swirling all around the tanks. As he came close to the console, it began to strobe, and he holding out his hand activating it. At first there was a voice,
“Lord of Life.. that is what they called me..”
Hadrian squinting, as a figure began to emerge in cobalt illuminated hues, he had long hair, and armor that must have been as blood.
The Jedi crossing his arms as he began to watch this figure, calling to his mind anyone that matched the description.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Hologram peering at the Jedi before Him, assessing and deducing his demeanor, and purpose having entered this Lab of Life.
“I am Hemorpheus. I once was a Great Lord in the Diarchy.. we had such dreams then. This is one of my labs in which I endeavored to finish what Lord Plagueis had started and Moff Gideon with the instruction of Lord Sidious was on the verge of discovering. Life in the cells, Life that creates the very fabric of the Force itself.. to this purpose I had dedicated my skill, and intellect, to cross the Threshold, and find the Source.”
Looking at the Jedi with an air of intrigue Hemorpheus said,
“I did not anticipate a Jedi would find this secret place.. you must be different from the others.. what do you seek? If it is to synthesize blood rich with the Midi-chloria and create an army.. you would no doubt gain an advantage for The Alliance.. or perhaps you are on a journey not disimilliar from the one I undertook, seeking answers from that Great Beyond.. listening, patiently for what voice may direct you to your place in this galaxy.”

 

[Hadrian Wyn]

Hadrian listening to this Sith wax poetic about the manipulation of life for pursuits that no doubt would have horrible consequences for the galaxy, the Jedi Knight responding,
“You Sith are never content with the Will of the Force. We live, we die, and others take our place. This is the cycle. What you sought is vain.. Life is to be lived, not put in vessels, and tubes, and twisted for purposes of necromancy or whatever your ends were.. I should destroy these abominations..”
He lit his golden light blade and held it poised as he saw the Sith Lord unmoved by his boldness. He began squinting at him,
“You Sith murder to dissect, rather than take in the breath and make the most of this life. You try to cheat the coffin, and end up crazed and deranged with delusions that draw you faster into the ground!”
Hadrian slashing at one tank, made the red liquid spill out, and cells flop on the ground, without the fluid they began to dry up as if they were volcanic walls themselves. He poising his blade for another tank, ready to strike,
“Lord of Life.. I bet you did not even savor a breath of it.. on your quest to dominate what cannot be contained..”
He cut another tank, spilling out the precious cargo on to the ground, as he stomped on the giant cell with his boot.

 

[Mila Temnota]

Mila listening to the Jedi and Sith Lord debate the finer points of their philosophies. She had heard all this before, the extremes of the Light and the Dark, and she grew weary of it, emerging from the shadows, fluid came rolling to her boots in puddles, as she saw the Jedi wantonly cut the tanks.
“Excuse me.. I understand this is the dead poet’s society.. but I came here with some interest in what you are spilling all over the place Jedi..”
She turning to the Hologram Lord,
“Though I do not quite have the intentions that you had Lord of Experiments.. I simply wish to have a sample to aid me in my hunt.”

She had the Jedi now facing her, alarmed as he was, handsome too, though she only had one good eye, so perhaps she was mistaken. What she knew for certain was this Do Gooder had come in with purpose to depriving her of some elixir she could use on herself, and perhaps even use again Lord Gallows. She drew her saber hilt into her hand and then teleporting via the Astral Arts of Dathomir came right upon Hadrian, with the emitter at his forehead.
“One flick of my hand and you will find this was your last breath.. Jedi..”