An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 22:42:14 GMT -8
*An Tiarna led Mórrígan & the IF forces to the 4 Sentinel Class that they had used to as landing craft. The point had been made but they had no interest to stay. The ships were boarded with great precaution. Hangers slamming closed the ships lifted off & were gone. News that they were returning to Manan was relayed to allies*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 16:25:54 GMT -8
*An Enforcer-class picket cruiser breaks in from orbit coming in like a hurricane & smashing into the surface*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 13, 2016 17:46:04 GMT -8
*The Flyers, dumb and as a rule enjoyed watching mindless violence, when of course they are not committing mindless violence, laugh like schoolchildren at the pointless waste of a ship. The boys hoot and howl as the captain tells the boys*
-Bobby Clark-
'Told you working for this nutcase was a good move....'
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 14, 2016 19:31:15 GMT -8
*The ship hitting the earth goes boom! Oh the humanity! A cloud of smoke rises up from the exploding ship, metal, earth &and all that flying in every direction. It's a rich tapestry of destruction.... Fill the rest in yourself. The actual damage still to be assessed pending observation by those with Whill. Hence I'll forgo anymore pathetic attempts at metaphors and leave this be*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 17, 2016 19:58:04 GMT -8
*A sentinel bearing IF symbols carefully yet with speed ascends into sky up, up and away as shelling hits the earth below. What a mess they have left behind with two battleships tattooed into the landscape and orbital bombardment coming down on the landscape*
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Galnar Fenris
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Post by Galnar Fenris on Sept 20, 2017 19:11:27 GMT -8
Galnar sat in the archives room of the ruins of the old Jedi temple from the old republic days. He had organized and collected as much data he could. It was a daunting endeavor. He had help. His wife Lena was with him. He also had padawans Rashan and L'awre with him. Between the four of them their work was quicker, however it was still time consuming. They had spent the last ten years combing through the Master's retreat ruins, and the Jedi Temple ruins for all information. He was confident they would have all that they needed to send Rashan and L'awre back to Urias. He then found it: a holocron of the ancient Je'daii Roth about the delicate balance the Force needed to be treaded. Lena found data records of the Force storms on Tython. Rashan discovered the data from punishment records of the ancient Je'daii who would stray too far to Ashla or Bogan. L'awre discovered data reintegration records of how the ancient Je'daii would reintegrate the formerly punished into the fold. They took the data and and Galnar watched and Rashan and L'awre were able to reconstruct the data into a unified record. Rashan also added to it the data she uncovered about the philosophy Force in balance. L'awre then copied the data on her datapad and made one for Rashan and Galnar. Galnar looked at the data two padawans had uncovered and said.
Excellent work you two. I'll be sure to mention this to the council. My brother will want to see this Force in balance stuff, is it not what he's after for his research into creating the forms?
=Rashan=
Yes it is.
Galnar then looked at L'awre and asked, Do you have the texts available that you translated?
=L'awre=
Yes I do.
He looked at it and said, Take these to Master Arden for his review L'awre. And Rashan take what you have found present it to Master Fenris. I would suggest on our flight back to HK that you both work this into a coherent presentation for the council. Other than that, looks like we're done here. Go back to my ship and prep it for launch.
They both looked at him and acknowledged his instructions. Galnar watched the two head to his ship in the ruined shuttle pad outside the main entrance. He felt in tune with the light, but there was something about what the padawans had uncovered that captured his attention. He knew both the Sith and Jedi, Light and the Dark. He wandered if the two were as some thought: parallel streams of the Living Force. Lena came up to him and her presence soothed him. He thought about the last ten years. He and Lena ended up getting married and they ended up having three: A girl - Meetra, a boy - Trask II, and a boy Atton. They were taken to Corruscant to be raised and trained in the Jedi way. They kept in contact and they are now 10, 8, and 6. He and his dig team had been over at upper and lower Kaleth and had excavated the majority of the ruins and cataloged their findings. It had taken them about 5 years to uncover it and another 4 to catalog it. Rashan and L'awre had been assigned to him by Urias and the two had proved useful and valuable for their insight; as the two had ancient ties to Tython. Rashan was descended from the Rath's of the ancient Je'daii, and L'awre was descended of the race that had enslaved the galaxy and had fought some wars on Tython. The real gem was the rediscovery of the ruins of the Jedi Temple and the Master's retreat. Just being here was a place of renewal for him. But his age was beginning to show. Unlike his brother, he did not have prior military service in the New Republic to put undue and unnecessary age and strain on his body. He did his best on a few holocalls to console his brother when Kyja passed not too long ago. The real loss for him was their sister Brianna. He followed reports out of Malastare and other places where his little sister could have gone, but it had appeared to him and to all who looked for her that she vanished. He had heard from the archives of Jedi so attune to the Force that they simply disappear from plain sight one day never to be heard from again. He thought maybe that had happened to her, but he was not sure. He would have to talk to Urias about it later. Lena walked up to him and her voice brought him out of his reverie.
=Lena=
Hey the ship is prepped and ready to go. Come on, old fart.
Old fart!? Ha ha you got me whipper snapper. Let's go. With that they made their way out of the temple and to his ship on the shuttle platform. He made his way to the cockpit and launched. The Katana Class scout rose in the air and cloaked and rose into the atmosphere and into orbit.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Oct 23, 2017 1:02:33 GMT -8
*The Horizon-class star yacht descended towards the surface, toward a very particular spot on the planet's surface. The coordinates had been saved in the Jedi records; all he had to do was reenter them into his ship's navicomputer. And thus lay the valley below him, seemingly a once-great place, but now little more than a dusty expanse with very sparse plant life. Beside it trickled what was once a great river, now little more than a stream.
The ship set down and Aerandir exited, looking out over his surroundings. Several years ago, a great Jedi gathering had occurred here. Once more, history swirled in the air... as well as the flow of the Force itself. The gathering had been quite large, with the current member of the Jedi Council speaking to the Order as a whole with speeches of caution and encouragement. They were on the cusp of a great war at that time... Fitting, then, that Aerandir came here himself, as they stood in the midst of another, more dangerous war.
His drive, however, burned greater than it had that day, or truly ever before. The words that were spoken here... They still resonated with him. Yes, these times were tumultuous. Yes, many would die—and have died—in the name of protecting freedom in the galaxy. But it would not divide the Jedi. Would not destroy them, would not shake their resolve.
Many of those who had been present that day were no longer with them, whether dead or missing. But he still felt their presences in the Force, persisting like the river beside the valley. He examined its flow, a shadow of its former self and yet still it carried on. Morgan had spoken of her own experience with this very same river all those years ago; the speeches had gotten to her and she had run away from the meeting to sit at its edge. She had felt great fear at the prospect of what could happen to her, or those she loved, and she hadn't felt at all prepared to face them... But this river. This small, flowing creek, it had inspired her. She had noted, like he did now, that it never stopped flowing, despite all adversity that was the waning physical state of Tython.
Just like the Jedi.
She had then stepped into the river and baptized herself in its flow, and she had described the feeling as though fragile pieces of her own soul had been carried away, replaced with newer, stronger ones.
Aerandir too was here for a baptism, but the flow he sought was that of Ashla itself. He looked to the sky, where her namesake shone brightly. Even now it seemed to reach out to him, the Force flowing into his being before he even called it to him. But he merely opened himself to it, the crystal immediately pulling free from inside his robes and hovering in the air as usual. He didn't even bother to sit himself upon the ground, spreading his arms slightly and closing his eyes as the Force, in its purest form, filled his being.
And it was overwhelming. He felt as though he were a conduit for the Force itself, filling him with its pure light. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the Conclave Valley before him... but pure, beautiful, decorated in green grass and multicolored flowers, the river roaring beside them. And yet it simultaneously appeared as it had before he had closed his eyes, the images overlapping and yet distinct. There were more images of the valley even besides this, sometimes populated, sometimes not, but just like the previous visions, they were the same yet distinct.
The Force continued to flow through him, through his crystal, and through each other. The energy he felt now existed within the crystal as well, emanating with a pure glow. He soon began to adjust to the feeling of existing within all time itself. He sorted through the various imagery until he came upon a scene of the gathering that had happened some time ago, filled to the brim with gathered Jedi. He lingered on this only briefly before leaving the past where it belonged and locating the present.
He felt Ashla's encouragement and her acceptance... He accepted these like a complimented child. For several moments did he bask in this flow, unwilling to break with it just yet. The more he felt enriched, the more the present scene seemed to fade away. Yet he didn't resist, nor did he feel the need to...*---- *His essence returned, his eyes shot open and he gasped, his gaze focused upon the crystal before him as he found himself suddenly trying to catch his breath. The crystal was indeed once more in physical form, its contours and concaves fully visible. He glanced from side to side, all he needed to confirm that he was indeed once more standing upon Tython.
He then looked upon the crystal once more... and at last it shone a pure white, with not a trace of green to be seen. The journey was at last truly complete then... He took the crystal in his hands and returned it to his jacket, then simply stood still within the valley for several moments more. He no longer experienced the rush from earlier, where all time seemed present... but he still felt something of an invite, to reexperience that feeling once more should he so choose. All it required was completely tuning himself into Ashla's will...*"It's done," *he spoke, as though verbalizing the words gave a sense of finality to it all.
No more followed; who was there to listen, after all? But he felt it... the clarity, the calm, the power needed to turn back the tides of darkness. It was all within him... Ashla's touch from across history, the touch of the Jedi Order in its many forms and homes, the touch of Felucia Herself as she blessed her child's father, the touch of said child... and Jamie's.
He had everything he needed. Their resolve, their protection, their love. There was truly one thing left to do: Give the crystal a proper casing. And then from there... Ashla would guide him.
Turning away, he approached his ship with no additional regard for his surroundings. He had work to do and he had to return to Felucia as soon as possible in order to take part. He had a message to deliver as well. In mere moments, he was seated in the cockpit of his ship, running it through the usual routines before it lifted off of the ground and departed for the heavens, returning from whence he came...*
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Post by Lone Wolf on Apr 16, 2018 20:55:29 GMT -8
The man walked quietly along finding a strange feeling of tranquility in the desolate landscape where the dead men lost their bones.... The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract consumed his soul. He looked at all around him and wondered about the empty place inside. What now he thought... what now. His heart throbbed as his mind raced in this place of calm as a power drew him on
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 18:21:59 GMT -8
Back to the place from where he had landed the man boarded the useless excuse for ship, a stolen medium freighter which he dubbed The Pathway to Perdition. First meticulously toying with the rich selection of font style and color to gain the desired effect that he wished to display to the Most High Celestial Beings whom called this wretched rock home he fired up the beast lifted into the air and slowly ascended into the sky and disappeared from view
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:18:01 GMT -8
Landing rather roughly a small ship came to rest on the surface. The wind seemed to chill and the shy Darken as a young woman exited the ship. A raven in flight descended gracefully perching itself on her shoulders. She walked on eyes canvassing the area. It was beginning. Even if Just what it was remained a dark mystery concealed from all even herself
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:51:57 GMT -8
Coming back to the ship left but a short time ago the girl entered and left disappearing quietly
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 5:12:11 GMT -8
The pair landed feet flat on the ground. An Tiarna spoke ominously
-An Tiarna-
“This is Python, Land of ye constrictive Whills who willith the very lives of all in the Universe wide.... We ourselves, being dead, I am uncertain how Tthey affect us but They do."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 5:16:52 GMT -8
Awestruck by the overwhelming power that the planet held she clung to the hand of the Old man and listened. She offered no response to his words, only grasping tighter still to the giant hand holding hers. And yet again they moved on
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 8:02:02 GMT -8
A YT-1300 Corellian light freighter landed aside the Café. Ciarán & Laoch stepped out. The sublime quality of the planet was the thing of legrnd. Ciarán had heard of the mythical place but to actually step foot upon the hallowed soil was overpowering. He actually felt like half in the bag. Even Laoch, the proverbial bull in a china shop, was subdued by the majestic beauty. Both stood in awe
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 8:24:49 GMT -8
Boland walked out cautiously. Looking around at the scene around him the man stepped carefully at last stopping beside Ciarán & Laoch where he stood silently. Morrígu gracefully exited the ship, leading Maureen with her. The little girl remembered the place. She spoke
-Maureen-
"I might have been here before...."
Morrígu spoke
-Morrígu-
"Respect is good."
The woman added
-Morrígu-
"Legend has it, and I myself believe it true that purely on account of boredom An Tiarna once invaded the place." The girl laughed asking
-Maureen-
"He's mad - isn't he?"
That inspired a laugh
-Morrígu-
"Certifiable...."
And the walked along peacefully past the men soaking in the sights sounds and scents of all things divine. The sacred ground remained untouched and that soothed the weary soul of Morrígu
The Raven sat stoic on the woman's shoulder
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 22:07:12 GMT -8
Ciarán & Laoch both knew duty but this was becoming tiresome. The sight of the party advancing on them was calming. Both noticed the dog. And both knew of the kind
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 22:08:20 GMT -8
And there they were, now on the open wide terrain of Tython. There stood Ciarán, Laoch and Boland waiting diligently. The three walked forward stopping before the men. Maureen could not contain herself
-Maureen-
"You three missed out!"
Gracefully cutting the long to short
-Morrígu-
"It was a rich tapestry, I'm sure that she'll be filling you in with for months...."
The wolfhound sprung in front of them looking at the men. The Raven bit back on saying 'sic 'em'
It could be easily missed how knowing the animal was of two of the three. It watched Boland wearily.
Boland himself paid the dog no more than passing attention, his eyes first setting on the girl then falling on the woman
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 22:16:48 GMT -8
Smiling at the woman's last comment
-Laoch-
"I'm sure that we will."
Eyes falling on the girl
-Laoch-
"You tell me all about what you saw and I'll have a look at your books too."
Hand gently guiding the girl he nodded to Morrígu and moved towards the ship. Following
Ciarán commented
"Cú Faoil.... Beatiful animal."
Then he looked back up
-Ciaran-
"All copacetic?"
Ushering all on board the YT-1300 the hatch shut, the ship fired up and lifted off . It rose up into the sky disappearing into the clouds
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 0:30:19 GMT -8
After a hard landing the dog, little kid, Boland and Grace blow out of the Utopic Vulture and burn towards the mythical home of the celestial
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 0:35:55 GMT -8
Rhiannon exited with jaw agape and pulled half a mickey of gin from her convenient travel pouch
-Rhiannon-
"Saving this was a good idea...."
And with that she downed the remaining booze then tossed the bottle over shoulder. She followed the others, heart beating as it hadn't in many a year
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