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Post by Aren on Nov 21, 2023 14:06:13 GMT -8
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Location start: Tokmia
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Post by Aren on Nov 21, 2023 17:38:49 GMT -8
In the vast, unending stretches of snow that blanketed the landscape, the settlement appeared like a lone sentinel against the harshness of the world. It was a small collection of structures huddled together for warmth, their chimneys the only sign of life in the desolate white expanse. The wind howled like a restless spirit, sweeping across the fields, lifting powdery snow into the air in ghostly swirls. Samuel trudged through the thick snow, his boots sinking slightly with each step. His heavy, rugged robes, stained with the journey's toll, shielded him from the biting cold. Ice crystals had formed in his beard, and his hood was pulled low, covering most of his face, allowing only his eyes, sharp and observant, to peer out.
As he approached the settlement, the sound of muffled voices and the occasional clatter of dishes seeped through the walls of the largest building, a makeshift tavern of sorts. It was a warm beacon in this frozen world, promising respite from the relentless cold. Sam paused at the entrance, taking a moment to brace himself. The door, a solid piece of wood battered by time and weather, creaked loudly as he pushed it open. Inside, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the frigid world outside. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of burning wood and stewing meat. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the patrons. They were a motley crew, some looking like hardened travelers, others like locals seeking solace from the cold.
Sam's entrance drew a few curious glances, but no one stopped their conversations or their meals. He made his way to an empty table in the corner, his steps deliberate, each movement betraying the discipline of a man who had once wielded a lightsaber with deadly precision. He lowered his hood, revealing a face weathered by time and elements, marked with the faint lines of a life that had seen more than its fair share of battles, both physical and spiritual. His eyes, a deep blue, held a calmness that belied the storm that raged within him, a storm born from years of questioning, of seeking truths that the Jedi Order had never provided.
As he settled into his seat, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his isolation, the solitary path he had chosen. Yet, there was a sense of purpose in his solitude, a purpose he was yet to fully understand. For now, he was just another traveler, seeking shelter from the cold, a momentary pause in his endless journey.
Outside, the wind continued to howl, a lonely sound that seemed to resonate with the emptiness Sam felt in his heart. But here, in this small haven, he could find a brief respite, a chance to gather his thoughts and strength before he ventured out into the cold, unforgiving world. The tavern's warmth slowly seeped into Sam's bones, easing the chill that had clung to him since his journey across the snowfields. He scanned the room discreetly, a habit ingrained from years of vigilance. The patrons were an eclectic mix, each absorbed in their own worlds, their conversations a low hum in the background.
A server, a young woman with a weathered but kind face, approached him. "What'll it be, stranger?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity beneath its professional tone.
"Just a hot meal and some tea," Sam replied, his voice low and slightly hoarse from the cold. He pulled a few credits from his pocket, placing them on the table. The woman nodded, taking the credits with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Life here was hard, Sam noted, and trust was a luxury few could afford.
As he waited for his meal, Sam's thoughts wandered. He reflected on the path that had led him here, to this remote corner of the galaxy. He had walked away from the Jedi Order, from a life of structure and certainty, into a galaxy mired in shades of grey. His journey had been one of self-discovery, of understanding that the Force was not just light or dark, but a spectrum of endless possibilities. The server returned with a bowl of steaming stew and a cup of tea. The aroma was comforting, a simple pleasure in a life that had become increasingly complex. Sam thanked her with a nod, his manner polite but reserved.
As he ate, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the other patrons. Tales of local happenings, the struggles of living on such a harsh planet, and rumors of conflicts far beyond these snow-covered fields. It was a reminder of the galaxy's vastness and the myriad of stories unfolding at any given moment.
One story, in particular, caught his attention. A couple of seats away, a grizzled old man spoke of a mysterious figure causing trouble in a nearby settlement. "Not a soul knows who he is, but he's stirring up all sorts of trouble with the local warlords," the man said, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and excitement.
Sam listened, his interest piqued. This could be a mere local dispute, or it could be something more. Something that might require the intervention of someone who walked the line between light and dark, someone like him. The call to action, the urge to help those in need, was a powerful force, one that he couldn't easily ignore.
Outside, the sky had begun to darken, the sun setting beyond the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow. The tavern, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness, seemed to hold him there, a brief sanctuary in a galaxy of endless conflict and turmoil. After finishing his tea, Sam pushed the empty cup aside and turned his attention back to the room. The atmosphere in the tavern had shifted subtly as night fell; the conversations grew quieter, more introspective, mirroring the darkness that now enveloped the world outside.
Sam called over the server once more. "I'd like to rent a room for the night," he said, his voice carrying a finality that suggested he had made his decision.
The server nodded, her expression unreadable. "We've got a room upstairs. It's not much, but it's warm and dry." She quoted a price, and Sam handed over the required credits without haggling.
With a small key in hand, Sam stood, his movements deliberate. He felt the eyes of the other patrons on him as he made his way to the staircase at the back of the room. In a place like this, a stranger was always a source of curiosity, perhaps even suspicion. The room, as promised, was modest – a narrow bed, a small table. The window offered a view of the endless snowfields, now shrouded in the darkness of the night. Sam stood there for a moment, looking out into the blackness, feeling a sense of isolation that was both familiar and unsettling. He turned away from the window and began to prepare for the night. As he unpacked his few belongings, his hand brushed against the hilt of his lightsaber, hidden within the folds of his robe. It was a relic of his past, a symbol of a life he had left behind, yet it was also a part of him, as much as his own flesh and blood.
He sat on the edge of the bed, the lightsaber lying across his lap. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses, feeling the Force flow around him. It was a practice he had maintained, a way to stay connected to the larger universe, even as he walked his solitary path. In the silence of the room, he reflected on the mysterious figure the old man had spoken of. He felt a pull, a sense that the presence here was no mere coincidence. Perhaps the Force had guided him to this place, to this moment. The thought was both comforting and disconcerting. After a while, Sam lay down on the bed, the lightsaber placed within easy reach. Sleep, he knew, would not come easily.
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Post by Aren on Nov 24, 2023 19:07:09 GMT -8
The cold morning air hit him like a physical force as he stepped outside. The settlement was quiet, the inhabitants still sheltered within their homes. Sam took a moment to breathe in the crisp air, feeling it fill his lungs and awaken his senses. The tale of the mysterious figure stirring trouble was intriguing, hinting at a disturbance in the Force that he could not ignore. As he walked through the settlement, his eyes keenly observed his surroundings. The structures were simple, built to withstand the harsh climate. The people he passed were bundled up against the cold, their faces partially hidden by scarves and hoods. In their hurried steps and downcast eyes, Sam saw the weariness of life on the fringes of the galaxy, a constant struggle against the elements and the hardships of isolation. He reached the edge of the settlement, where the snowfields stretched out before him, an endless sea of white. He paused, closing his eyes and reaching out with the Force. He could feel the life around him, the faint whispers of creatures beneath the snow, the slow, steady heartbeat of the planet itself. And beyond that, a disturbance, a ripple in the Force that called to him.
Opening his eyes, Sam set off across the snowfields. He moved with purpose, his steps sure and steady. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the snow. The cold was a constant companion, but Sam was undeterred. He had faced far worse in his travels, and the cold was a simple, tangible enemy. As he journeyed, the landscape gradually changed. The flat expanse of snow gave way to rolling hills, and then to a dense forest of tall, snow-covered trees. The change in scenery was a welcome one, offering a respite from the unrelenting white of the snowfields.
Within the forest, he felt a shift in the Force, a tightening of the air around him. He moved more cautiously now, his senses alert for any sign of danger. The trees seemed to watch him, their branches creaking softly in the wind. The quiet was almost oppressive, the usual sounds of wildlife eerily absent. Sam's cautious steps crunched softly on the snow-covered ground as he delved deeper into the forest. The towering trees, heavy with snow, seemed to close in around him, creating a world removed from the stark openness of the snowfields. The light that filtered through the dense canopy cast dappled shadows, creating a mosaic of light and dark on the forest floor.
As he ventured further, the sense of unease grew stronger. The Force thrummed around him, a symphony of whispers and echoes that spoke of ancient secrets and hidden truths. Sam's training had taught him to be attuned to such subtleties, and he could sense an undercurrent of something dark and foreboding.
Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence, snapping Sam out of his contemplation. He turned towards the noise, his hand instinctively reaching for his lightsaber. His eyes scanned the underbrush, searching for the source of the disturbance. A shadow moved, swift and silent, and for a moment, Sam caught a glimpse of a figure flitting between the trees.
His heart quickened. Was this the mysterious figure he had heard about in the tavern? Or something else entirely? Sam followed, his movements swift yet silent, honed by years of training and experience. The forest seemed to come alive around him, the wind whispering through the branches, the snow crunching underfoot.
The chase led him deeper into the heart of the forest, where the trees grew older, their trunks thick and gnarled, their branches intertwining high above. The figure remained just out of reach, a fleeting shadow that teased the edge of his vision.
Finally, the figure stopped in a small clearing. Sam cautiously approached, his lightsaber ready but not ignited, a silent promise of defense rather than aggression. The figure turned, and Sam found himself facing a hooded figure, cloaked in dark robes that blended with the shadows of the forest.
"You have been following me," the figure said, her voice neutral, revealing nothing of their intentions or emotions.
Sam studied the figure, trying to glean any hint of their identity or purpose. "I have," he replied evenly. "I sensed a disturbance in the Force, something that led me here, to you."
The figure seemed to consider his words, their head tilting slightly as if weighing his sincerity. The figure stepped closer, and for a moment, Sam thought he saw a glimmer of something more beneath the hood, a flash of emotion in the Force that was quickly masked. The figure's words hung in the air, "I cannot allow you to proceed, " they declared, a note of finality in their voice.
Before Sam could react, she ignited a lightsaber, its blade a vibrant purple that cut through the dim light of the clearing. Sam's own lightsaber came to life in response, its blue glow a stark contrast to the purple of his adversary's weapon.
The clash of their lightsabers was like a storm breaking the silence of the forest. The sound of the blades meeting resonated through the clearing, a symphony of power and precision. Sam moved with the grace and skill honed over years of training, his blade a blur as he parried and struck with lethal efficiency. The figure matched his every move, their own style a blend of relentless aggression and fluid motion. He could feel the power of his opponent, a force that was both daunting and exhilarating. The figure wielded their lightsaber with a skill that spoke of years of training and battle, her strikes precise and deadly.
The snow around them was disturbed by the force of their movements, swirling in the air, creating a mesmerizing backdrop to their duel. The light from their sabers cast eerie shadows on the snow-laden trees, painting the forest in a kaleidoscope of blue and purple. Sam pushed forward, channeling his focus into each strike. He could sense openings in his opponent's defense, but they were fleeting, disappearing almost as soon as they appeared. The battle raged on, neither combatant yielding. Their blades met with sparks and hisses, the air around them charged with the energy of their duel. Sam felt the burn of exertion in his muscles, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
In a moment of perfect synchronization, their lightsabers locked, blades crossed in a burst of light. They stood face to face, eyes locked in a silent struggle of power and resolve. Sam could see the figure's eyes now, matching the glow emitting from her lightsaber. The figure's lips moved, about to reveal words that might unravel the mysteries entwining their destinies, but the moment was shattered by a sudden disturbance in the Force. It was like a wave of energy, rippling through the air, pulling their attention away from each other.
Sam and the figure broke their lock, turning instinctively towards the source of the disturbance. The forest around them seemed to quiver, as if responding to an unseen force. The air grew heavy, charged with a palpable tension. The shift in the Force was alarming, its suddenness and intensity unlike anything Sam had experienced before. As they stood side by side, no longer adversaries but wary allies facing an unknown danger, the ground beneath them trembled. Snow cascaded from the branches of the trees, and a deep rumbling sound echoed through the forest.
From the dense underbrush, a creature emerged. It was massive, its form obscured by the shadows of the trees, its eyes glowing with a feral intensity. It unlike anything Sam had ever encountered. It towered above them, easily twice their height, its body a grotesque amalgamation of features that seemed torn from the darkest corners of nightmare. Its skin was a mottled grey, tough and leathery, covered in patches of coarse, black fur. Its eyes burned with a malevolent crimson light, and its mouth was filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping from its elongated jaws.
The most disturbing feature, however, was the creature's aura in the Force. It was a swirling vortex of darkness, a manifestation of the dark side that was both repulsive and mesmerizing. The air around it seemed to warp and twist, the very fabric of the Force contorting in its presence. As the creature roared, a sound that echoed with a primal ferocity, Sam and the mysterious woman readied themselves. It lunged at them with astonishing speed, its massive form cutting through the air. Sam moved instinctively, bringing his lightsaber up to parry a swipe from one of the creature's clawed hands. The impact sent a shockwave through his arm, the creature's strength formidable.
"We need to work together, target its limbs!" Sam shouted over the din of the battle. The woman nodded, her movements a blur as she darted towards the creature's side, her purple lightsaber a deadly arc of light. She struck at the creature's leg, her blade slicing through the tough hide, eliciting a roar of pain from the beast. The creature, enraged, turned its attention towards her, swinging its massive arm in a wide arc. Sam leaped forward, intercepting the blow with his lightsaber, the collision sending sparks flying. The two of them moved in unison, a dance of light and shadow, their blades a whirlwind of offense and defense.
Despite their combined efforts, the creature was relentless. It seemed to feed off their attacks, its dark aura pulsing with each strike they landed. Sam realized they needed a different strategy.
"Focus on its eyes!" She yelled, ducking under a sweeping claw. "Blind it!"
He nodded, understanding her plan. They split up, circling the creature, looking for an opening. The creature, sensing their intent, became more cautious, its movements more guarded.
Sam feinted to the left, drawing the creature's attention, while the woman used the distraction to leap onto its back. She drove her lightsaber towards one of its glowing eyes. The creature howled, rearing back, its body convulsing in pain. Sam seized the opportunity, jumping forward and thrusting his lightsaber into the creature's other eye. The forest was filled with the sound of the beast's anguished roars as it stumbled blindly, lashing out in its agony.
"We need to finish this!" the woman called out, her voice strained with effort. Together, they launched a final, concerted attack. Their lightsabers moved in perfect harmony, cutting through the creature's defenses, striking vital points with precision. With a final, guttural cry, the creature collapsed onto the forest floor, its body slowly dissolving into the Force, leaving behind only a dark stain on the snow. Panting, Sam and the woman lowered their lightsabers, the immediate threat gone. They turned to face each other, their previous battle forgotten in the wake of this new, shared victory.
"You fight well," the woman said, her voice laced with respect. "I misjudged you."
Sam nodded, catching his breath. "And I you….who are you?"
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Post by Aren on Nov 25, 2023 1:21:13 GMT -8
She paused for a moment, her gaze steady on Sam as she weighed how much to share. "My name is Lyra," she began, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I've encountered a creature like this once before. It's not just a beast; it's a perversion of the Force, an aberration."
Sam listened intently, his curiosity piqued. "How did you defeat it?"
"With difficulty," Lyra replied, a shadow crossing her features. "These creatures, they're drawn to and feed on the dark side. On Dantooine, I discovered something unsettling." She hesitated, then continued, "kyber crystals... they bled red in the presence of the beast, corrupted by its influence."
The idea of kyber crystals, the heart of a Jedi's lightsaber, being corrupted by presence alone was troubling. "That suggests a deep perversion of the Force. Have you any idea what could be causing this?"
Lyra shook her head slightly. "No, but I've been tracking these anomalies. They're not random; something, or someone, is creating them. It's like they're testing the limits of the dark side, seeing how far they can twist the Force."
Samuel's mind drifted, the conversation with Lyra igniting memories he had long tried to bury. He saw, in the recesses of his mind, an image that had haunted him for years – the image of his son, a young man with so much promise, his eyes once full of life and curiosity, now overshadowed by a darkness that was not his own.
The memory was clear and vivid: his son, standing before him, his posture rigid, his gaze cold and distant. It was not the son he knew, but a puppet, a vessel for something far more sinister. The dark presence that had taken hold of him was Requiem, a Sith Lord renowned for his ruthlessness and his ability to manipulate the Force in ways that defied understanding.
Requiem's influence had twisted his son's features into a grimace of anger and hatred, a stark contrast to the gentle nature he once possessed. The young man's eyes, once a bright blue, reminiscent of a clear sky, were now a deep, unsettling red, glowing with malevolence. His voice, when he spoke, was not his own; it was deeper, laced with a venomous tone that sent shivers down Samuel's spine. This image, this moment, encapsulated the twisted nature of the dark side that Samuel had witnessed – its ability to corrupt, to take something pure and turn it into a weapon of darkness. His son, under the control of Requiem, was a living testament to the far-reaching and devastating effects of the dark side's perversion. Samuel grew quiet as the memory enveloped him. Lyra, sensing the depth of Samuel's sorrow, shifted the conversation. "I have a ship nearby," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. "It's hidden just beyond the ridge. We could use it to travel and investigate these anomalies more effectively. There's a lot of ground to cover, and time is of the essence."
Samuel looked up. He nodded slowly, recognizing the opportunity that Lyra's offer presented. "That's a good idea," he responded, his voice regaining some of its earlier resolve. "We need to understand the full extent of what we're dealing with. If these creatures are appearing in different places, then this isn't an isolated incident. It's a pattern, and we need to uncover its source."
The trek to where Lyra's ship was not long, just beyond the ridge that marked the boundary between the known and the unknown. The landscape was a tapestry of snow and shadow, the quiet of the world around them a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within them both. The ship, a Dynamic-class freighter named 'The Entropy', was a sight to behold. It sat nestled in a natural alcove, its sleek lines and rugged design speaking of countless journeys through the stars.
As they boarded the ship, the interior welcomed them with the familiar hum of a well-maintained vessel. The common area, where Lyra led Samuel to a console and brought up a holo display of the galaxy. The holographic stars and planets hovered in the air, she began to navigate through the display, her fingers deftly manipulating the controls, zooming in on specific sectors and highlighting recent reports of unusual activities. Samuel leaned closer to the holo display, his eyes tracing the patterns of stars and planets as Lyra pointed out the areas of interest. The map was dotted with markers, each representing a reported sighting or incident involving the strange creatures or other anomalies related to the dark side. The concentration of these incidents seemed to form a loose trail across the galaxy, suggesting a deliberate path or purpose.
"This pattern," Samuel said thoughtfully, "it's not random. It's like someone is orchestrating these events, testing the waters, seeing how far they can push the boundaries of the dark side."
Lyra nodded in agreement, her eyes fixed on the display. "And each of these incidents is more severe than the last. Whatever or whoever is behind this, they're escalating their efforts. I've been working on a theory. The disturbances seem to be focused around areas rich in Force-sensitive materials or locations. Like the kyber crystals on Dantooine, for example. It's as if the dark presence is drawn to these places, using them to amplify its power."
The two of them spent the next few hours pouring over the holo display, discussing potential leads and formulating a plan of action. They decided to start their investigation at the site of the most recent incident, a remote moon where a Jedi temple had once stood. Reports indicated that the temple had been the site of a violent disturbance, with locals speaking of strange, dark energies emanating from the ruins. As Lyra plotted a course for the moon, Samuel felt a twinge of apprehension. He knew that stepping into the remnants of a Jedi temple would be a journey into his own past, a reminder of the life he had left behind. But he also knew that it was a necessary step in unraveling the mystery they were facing.
The Entropy's engines hummed to life, and the ship lifted off, leaving the snow-covered planet behind. Without a word, Lyra finally turned away from the viewport and made her way out of the pilot's seat. She motioned for Sam to take the ship out of orbit. Once they were safely in space, Lyra silently left the cockpit and headed towards her bunk in the ship. Sam watched her go, his curiosity growing, but he respected her need for space. Lyra lay down on her bunk, her mind still troubled by the memories and the dark presence that had haunted her. She closed her eyes, trying to find some semblance of peace in the quiet of her quarters. But then, as if in response to her inner turmoil, a sinister voice echoed in her mind, speaking two names – "Nihiloth" and "Vor'akar."
Nihiloth, the creature she had encountered and fought on Tokmia. Vor'akar was the name of the creature Lyra had encountered on Dantooine, the one that had corrupted the kyber crystals. It was a creature of pure malevolence, and it had taken all of Lyra's strength to defeat it. Somehow she knew they were, what the dark voice repeated, each utterance reflecting a sense of these dark presences, it was as if the Force itself was trying to communicate something to her, something ominous and foreboding. Lyra clenched her fists, her knuckles white as she tried to block out the voice while sensing the ship slip into hyperspace. She knew that succumbing to fear and doubt would only make her vulnerable to the dark side. With a deep breath, she focused her thoughts on her training, on the teachings of the Jedi.
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Post by Aren on Nov 25, 2023 15:19:57 GMT -8
Dantooine
In the serene, yet unnerving tranquility of Dantooine, the wildlife exhibited an unsettling change. Kath hounds, creatures known for their territorial nature but relative stability, had become unusually aggressive. Packs of them roamed the grasslands, attacking other wildlife and, more alarmingly, encroaching on human settlements. Their eyes, usually a calm yellow, glowed with a disturbing red hue, reflecting a deep-rooted corruption.
Not far from these chaotic scenes, nestled amidst rolling hills, stood the ominous entrance of a cave. The same cave Lyra had mentioned - the site where she claimed to have vanquished Vor'akar. Despite the daylight, a sinister red light spilled from its mouth, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding flora. The cave's interior echoed with a sinister stillness, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Deep within its winding passages, the walls were lined with kyber crystals, but they bore an unusual taint; each crystal pulsed with a malevolent red light, as if bleeding from an unseen wound.
In the deepest recesses of the cave, where darkness seemed to swallow all light, Vor'akar lurked. Contrary to Lyra's claim, it was very much alive, its presence a malignant blight on the Force. The creature's form was a grotesque tapestry of darkness and malice, its massive body shrouded in shadows. Its eyes, deep pools of crimson, suddenly shifted, a sign of its acute awareness. It tilted its head, as if sensing something far beyond the confines of its lair.
A ripple passed through Vor'akar, a reaction to a distant presence - Lyra's. Even separated by vast distances, a sinister connection lingered between them, a dark thread woven during their previous encounter. Vor'akar's existence, unbeknownst to Lyra and Samuel, was a harbinger of a deeper, more insidious scheme. Its survival was no mere coincidence but a piece in a larger, more ominous puzzle that spanned the galaxy.
As Vor'akar's awareness expanded, the red light within the cave pulsed more intensely, casting long, twisted shadows that danced along the walls. The creature's breath was a low, guttural rumble, resonating through the cavern, a sound that was both a warning and a declaration of its malevolent intent.
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Lyra returned to the cockpit, her expression composed but her eyes betraying a hint of the inner turmoil she had just wrestled with. Sam glanced up from the navigation console as she entered, his gaze inquisitive. "You left suddenly," he commented, his tone casual but probing. "Is everything alright?"
Lyra offered a small, noncommittal smile, deflecting his concern. "Just needed a moment to think," she replied, her voice even. She moved to her seat, taking control of the ship's systems as they prepared to drop out of hyperspace. Sam watched her for a moment, sensing that there was more to her sudden departure than she was letting on. However, he decided not to press the issue, respecting her privacy.
Cloviss III
The Entropy emerged from hyperspace, revealing the Cloviss system before them. It was a remote system, far from the bustling trade routes of the galaxy. The star, a bright, unremarkable point of light, held sway over a single barren planet named Clovis and its two moons. The first moon, a lifeless rock devoid of atmosphere, orbited closely to its parent planet. In contrast, the second moon, Cloviss III, was a verdant world, its surface covered in dense forests and rich with life.
As the ship orbited Cloviss III, Sam's curiosity resurfaced. "Your Jedi training," he began, turning towards Lyra, "where did you receive it? The way you handle yourself, your understanding of the Force.."
Lyra glanced at the lush green world below, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I was trained on Tython," she revealed, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was... different from the usual Jedi training." Lyra's gaze lingered on the view outside, her mind seemingly traveling back to those days of training. "My master was unique in his approach," she continued. "He believed that to truly understand the Force, one must recognize and explore all its aspects, including those that are traditionally shunned by the Jedi Order."
Sam nodded, reflecting on his own experiences. "That perspective... it's refreshing, yet it's something the Order I knew lacked. They were so focused on the light that they often ignored the shadows it cast. I wish I had encountered such wisdom in my time with the Order. It might have changed things. Their conversation shifted from recollection of the past and into the present.
"The Force is strong on this moon," Lyra said, her voice shifting to a more focused tone. "We should be prepared for anything. The remnants of the Jedi presence here could hold clues to what we're seeking. The report we're following originates from a small Republic outpost. It's located just outside a settlement. That's where we'll start."
Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the lush landscape that was rapidly approaching as the ship descended. The forests of Cloviss III were dense, a sea of green that stretched out to the horizon. The Entropy glided smoothly towards the surface, cutting through the atmosphere like a knife through water. Lyra maneuvered the ship with practiced ease, finding a clearing close to the coordinates of the Republic outpost. As they descended, the details of the landscape became clearer – towering trees, thick underbrush, and the occasional flash of movement that indicated the rich wildlife of the moon.
The ship landed softly on the forest floor, the engines humming down to silence. Sam and Lyra quickly gathered their gear – lightsabers, utility belts, and other essentials – and stepped out into the vibrant world of Cloviss III. The air was humid and filled with the sounds of life, a stark contrast to the frigid environment of Tokmia.
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Post by Aren on Nov 30, 2023 19:42:40 GMT -8
The air was thick with the sound of chirping insects and the distant calls of unseen creatures, a symphony that spoke of a world teeming with life. As they made their way towards the outpost, Lyra glanced at Sam. "You joined me without much hesitation back there on Tokmia," she observed, her tone light yet probing.
Sam, navigating through the underbrush with a practiced ease, nodded. "I've been on the outer reaches of the galaxy for years since leaving the core worlds," he explained, his eyes scanning the environment. "Places like this, far from the centers of power and conflict, they allow for a clearer understanding of the Force. The will of the Force is more distinct where the noise of civilization is faint."
Lyra listened intently, her eyes reflecting a curiosity that went beyond mere politeness. "And Tokmia?" she asked. "Was that part of your journey?"
"In a way," Sam replied, stepping over a fallen log. "It was an unexpected pit stop. I've learned that sometimes the Force guides you to places for reasons that aren't immediately clear. Tokmia was one such place. The isolation, the raw nature of it…once i arrived i could feel-" Sam paused mid-sentence, a distant look in his eyes as he trailed off. Lyra, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor, stopped and turned to him, her expression one of concern and curiosity. "Something familiar..." Sam murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
He stood still for a moment, his gaze fixed on something unseen, his senses reaching out beyond the immediate surroundings. Lyra, sensing the abrupt change in Sam's focus, stepped closer, her brow furrowed with concern. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. Sam turned to her, the distant look in his eyes giving way to a more guarded expression. He shook his head slightly, dismissing his momentary lapse.
"It's nothing," he assured her, though his tone suggested he was keeping his thoughts to himself. "Just a feeling. Let's keep moving." Resuming their journey, they delved deeper into the heart of the forest. The trees around them grew even taller, their leaves interlocking high above to form a natural roof that dimmed the sunlight to a muted, green glow. The air beneath this canopy was cooler, the sounds of the forest subdued, as if the dense foliage was absorbing all sound.
Pausing to take in the surroundings, Lyra looked up at the towering trees. "There's a primal beauty to places like this," she remarked softly. "It's easy to forget how much of the galaxy remains untouched."
Sam nodded, his earlier distraction momentarily pushed aside. "In places like these, I find a deeper connection to the Force, away from the politics and wars, the Force exists in its purest form." As they continued, the underbrush thickened, forcing them to move with care through the dense vegetation. Vines draped from the branches above like natural curtains, and the ground was a carpet of soft moss and fallen leaves. They occasionally caught glimpses of the wildlife – small, quick creatures that darted into hiding at their approach, and once, a distant roar hinting at larger predators hidden deeper in the lush greenery.
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Post by Aren on Dec 10, 2023 18:13:05 GMT -8
Part II
'The Void that calls'
DANTOOINE
The winds of Dantooine whispered secrets of old, carrying with them the echoes of a disturbance that rippled through the Force. A once lush forest, now tinged with the pallor of death, cradled an eerie silence. In this unsettling tranquility, three Jedi Knights - Aiden, Mara, and Kael - traversed the dying wilderness. The air grew thick with a step carrying a sense of foreboding. The plant life around them bore the scars of an unseen malice, their leaves wilted and blackened, as if corrupted by a dark presence. The Jedi moved with caution, their lightsabers at the ready, their senses heightened to the whisperings of the Force.
Suddenly, a voice, cold and menacing, cut through the stillness. "Welcome, Jedi," The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, a phantom presence that toyed with their perceptions. The Jedi Knights halted, their eyes searching the surroundings for the source of the voice. From the shadows of the dying forest, a figure emerged. Clad in dark robes that billowed around him like a cloud of darkness, Vaylin, stepped into the light. His presence was like a chill, a coldness that seeped into the very air around him. His eyes, dark and unfathomable, held a glint of cruel amusement.
"Who are you?" Aiden demanded, his voice steady despite the unease that Vaylin's appearance had stirred.
Vaylin's lips curled into a sinister smile. "I am Vaylin, and you have stepped into my domain." His voice was a melody of darkness, each word laced with an ominous undertone. Mara stepped forward, her lightsaber ignited, its blue glow a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded them.
"We will not be intimidated. Stand down, or we will be forced to act." Vaylin's laughter was a sound that seemed to mock the very essence of the Force.
"Intimidation? No, Jedi. I offer you enlightenment." His hand moved in a swift, fluid motion, and the air around them crackled with energy. Unaware of the full extent of his power to manipulate the Force energies they emitted, they charged forward, driven by their duty to confront and neutralize this dark threat. Aiden, leading the charge, focused his energy, channeling the Force into a surge of speed. He closed the distance between himself and Vaylin in mere moments, his lightsaber a streak of brilliant green light. But as he prepared to strike, Vaylin's hand rose in a swift, fluid motion. The energy Aiden had harnessed was suddenly twisted, redirected by Vaylin's will. Aiden's own momentum betrayed him, sending him crashing to the side, his attack thwarted by the very Force he had sought to wield.
Mara and Kael, witnessing Aiden's fall, hesitated for a fraction of a second, their confidence shaken by the unexpected turn of events. But their training as Jedi Knights spurred them into action, their commitment to the light unwavering. Mara leaped into the air, her blue lightsaber arcing towards Vaylin. Kael followed, his yellow blade a complementary flash of light as he aimed to flank their adversary.
Vaylin stood his ground. As Mara's and Kael's blades neared him, he extended his hands, his fingers weaving through the air. The energies they projected were captured, morphed into an invisible shield around him. Mara's and Kael's lightsabers met this barrier, their progress halted, the blades buzzing angrily as they struggled against Vaylin's manipulation. The three Jedi, regrouping, exchanged wary glances. They realized now the complexity of Vaylin's power. He did not wield the Force in a traditional sense; instead, he twisted and bent their own Force energies against them. This realization dawned on them with a mixture of awe and terror, a challenge to their understanding of the Force and its workings.
"We must adapt," Aiden called out to his companions, his tone urgent. Aiden's voice was a beacon of determination in the darkening forest, but before the Jedi could regroup and formulate a new strategy, Vaylin decided to escalate the confrontation. His figure, a dark specter among the twisted trees, exuded a sense of malevolent confidence. Vaylin's eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Mara and Kael. He extended his hands towards them, his fingers splayed like a conductor commanding an unseen orchestra. The air around the Jedi Knights began to shimmer with a twisted energy, the very Force they wielded turning against them under Vaylin's sinister influence.
Mara, her lightsaber still buzzing in her grip, tried to resist, focusing all her will to push back against the dark tide. But it was like fighting a relentless current. The energy around her began to swirl violently, forming a vortex that seemed to drain her own strength. Kael, equally determined, fought to break free from the invisible chains that bound him, his face a mask of strain and defiance.
But Vaylin's power was overwhelming. With a cruel twist of his wrists, he intensified the vortex around Mara. She let out a pained cry as the manipulated Force energies constricted around her like a vice, crushing her resistance. In a final, desperate act of defiance, she thrust her lightsaber towards Vaylin, but it was effortlessly caught in the whirlwind of dark energy. With a flick of Vaylin's fingers, the energy surged violently, engulfing Mara in a maelstrom of her own Force essence. She collapsed, her life extinguished in a flash of dark energy.
Kael, witnessing Mara's fall, roared in anguish and redoubled his efforts, his yellow blade cutting through the air in a futile attempt to reach Vaylin. But the dark manipulator was prepared; with a swift motion, he redirected Kael's energy back upon himself. The Jedi Knight was lifted off his feet, his body contorting unnaturally as the twisted Force energies assaulted him. Then, with a brutal convergence of energy, Kael was flung against a nearby tree with such force that the impact was heard above the howling wind. He slumped to the ground, lifeless, his lightsaber clattering beside him.
Aiden, now alone, faced Vaylin with a mix of horror and resolve. The loss of his comrades fuelled a deep, burning rage within him. Aiden, his heart heavy with grief and rage, faced Vaylin, his green lightsaber the only light in the darkened forest. The deaths of Mara and Kael weighed heavily on him, igniting a fury that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. But behind the fury lay a cold realization of the power he was up against.
"I am the herald of the All-consumer," Vaylin declared, his voice echoing through the forest like a death knell. "Your resistance is futile, Jedi. You face a power beyond your comprehension."
Aiden, driven by a mix of vengeance and duty, charged forward, his every move fueled by the Force. But Vaylin, with a mere gesture, manipulated Aiden's energy, turning his own strength against him. Each of Aiden's attacks, no matter how well-intentioned or powerful, was effortlessly thwarted by Vaylin's dark manipulation.
Vaylin's counterattacks were a display of terrifying efficiency. He unleashed waves of twisted energy that warped the air around Aiden, making it difficult for him to move. The Jedi Knight, struggling against the invisible forces that constricted around him, swung his lightsaber in wide arcs, trying to break through the oppressive energy.
But it was in vain. Vaylin, amused by Aiden's futile efforts, toyed with him like a predator with its prey. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Aiden flying through the air, crashing against the blackened trees. The impact left Aiden gasping for air, his body aching from the brutal force. Aiden rose to his feet, his resolve unbroken despite the overwhelming odds. He charged again, his lightsaber a blur of green light. But Vaylin, with a sinister smile, extended his hand, and a dark energy surged towards Aiden. The Jedi Knight's movements slowed as if moving through mud, his strength sapped by the dark force.
Vaylin, growing bored of the battle, decided to end it. He stepped forward, his dark energy intensifying around him. Aiden, his energy nearly depleted, could only watch as Vaylin raised his hand, the air crackling with dark power. In a swift, merciless motion, Vaylin unleashed a torrent of dark energy directly at Aiden. The Jedi Knight's lightsaber was torn from his grasp, his defenses shattered. The energy enveloped him, searing his flesh, penetrating deep into his being. Aiden's screams were drowned out by the howling wind as the dark power consumed him. His body convulsed under the onslaught, his skin blistering and peeling away, revealing muscle and bone beneath. The air was filled with the sickening smell of burning flesh, the forest floor scorched by the intensity of the attack.
Finally, as the energy dissipated, Aiden's charred body fell to the ground, lifeless. His once proud figure was now a grotesque husk, a testament to the terrifying power wielded by Vaylin. He stood amidst the desolation he wrought, the dark energy still crackling around him. The forest, now silent, seemed to hold its breath, as if mourning the fallen Jedi. As he gazed upon his victory, a whisper, faint and elusive, drifted through his mind, a familiarity that resonated with the darkn within him. The whisper grew louder, forming words that echoed in the depths of his soul, "Awaken Vor'akar. Rise from the shadows."
Compelled by this mysterious command, Vaylin turned towards the distant cave on Dantooine, where the red light still glowed ominously. With purposeful strides, he made his way towards it, the forest parting before his dark presence. As he entered the cave, the corrupted kyber crystals pulsed in response to his arrival, their red light casting sinister shadows on the walls. Deep within the cave, where darkness was absolute, he found Vor'akar, the creature's massive form stirring at his approach.
"Vor'akar," Vaylin spoke, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "The time has come. The galaxy shall tremble before our might."
The creature, its eyes glowing with a malevolent crimson light, rose to its full height, a towering embodiment of darkness and fury. Its roar, a sound of primal rage and power, reverberated through the cave, shaking the very ground.
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Post by Aren on Dec 17, 2023 23:07:06 GMT -8
CLOVISS III
The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth and foliage, and the distant sounds of wildlife echoed through the trees. As they approached the coordinates of the Republic outpost, the underbrush gave way to a small clearing. In the center stood the outpost, a modest structure built to blend into the natural environment. It seemed abandoned, its exterior weathered by the elements. Lyra motioned for caution as they approached the building. Sam nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his lightsaber, ready for any threat. They entered the outpost, finding it empty but for signs of a hasty evacuation. Data pads lay scattered on tables, and a faint, flickering light emanated from a terminal in the corner. Sam approached the terminal, his fingers gliding over the interface. The screen came to life, displaying logs of recent communications and reports. One entry caught his attention - a message sent just days before, detailing an urgent evacuation order following an encounter with an unknown entity. The message was frantic, the words filled with fear and desperation.
Lyra joined him, reading over his shoulder. "This entity they encountered, it could be related to the disturbances we're investigating," she said, her voice tinged with concern.
Sam nodded. "We should explore the surrounding area. There might be clues to what happened here."
They left the outpost, venturing deeper into the forest. The trees grew taller, their canopies intertwining to create a dim, shadowed world below. The forest floor was thick with undergrowth, making their progress slow and deliberate. As they moved deeper into the forest, the air grew colder, the atmosphere heavier. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, a palpable tension that made the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stand on end. Lyra felt it too, her hand resting on her lightsaber, her eyes scanning the shadows. Suddenly, a chilling howl pierced the silence, echoing through the trees. Sam and Lyra exchanged a glance, a wordless agreement passing between them. They quickened their pace, moving towards the source of the sound. They emerged into another clearing, this one larger than the first. In the center stood an ancient structure, its walls covered in vines and moss. It was an old Jedi temple, long forgotten and reclaimed by the forest.
As they approached the temple, the air grew colder still, the atmosphere thick with dark energy. The Force pulsed around them, a swirling maelstrom of light and dark. Sam could feel it, a tug at the edges of his consciousness, a whisper of something ancient and powerful. The Jedi temple loomed before them, a relic of a bygone era. The structure, though weathered and overgrown with vines and moss, retained a sense of grandeur. Its walls, made of stone that had withstood the test of time, were adorned with carvings and symbols of the Jedi Order, now partially obscured by the relentless grasp of nature.
The temple stood in solemn silence, its once hallowed halls echoing with the whispers of the past. The air around it was thick with a haze, a visual manifestation of the dark energy that permeated the area. This haze seemed to cling to the temple, shrouding it in an aura of mystery and foreboding. Despite the oppressive atmosphere, the temple was bathed in a directed glow of daylight, as if the sun itself was attempting to pierce the darkness that enveloped the structure. The light cast long, stark shadows across the clearing, creating a contrast of light and dark that played upon the ancient stones.
The entrance to the temple was an archway, partially crumbled but still standing strong. It beckoned them, an invitation to uncover the secrets held within its walls. Sam and Lyra, their resolve steeling them against the ominous aura, moved towards the entrance, their footsteps echoing softly on the moss-covered ground. As they crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped noticeably, the chill in the air a physical reminder of the dark presence that awaited them. Inside, the temple was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each turn revealing more of the structure's ancient beauty and the relentless march of time and neglect.
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Post by Aren on Dec 26, 2023 22:56:36 GMT -8
As Sam and Lyra ventured deeper into the temple, the walls seemed to whisper tales of long-forgotten Jedi teachings and battles fought in the name of peace and justice. The air was thick with the residue of the Force, both light and dark, as if the very stones of the temple held memories of its past inhabitants. The corridors were lined with statues of Jedi Masters, their faces serene yet marked with the weight of knowledge and responsibility. Dust and vines draped over them like shrouds, but their presence was still commanding, a testament to their enduring legacy. The further they went, the stronger the sense of unease grew. Shadows seemed to dance at the edge of their vision, and the chill in the air deepened. They found themselves in a large chamber, its ceiling high above them, lost in darkness. In the center of the room stood an ancient pedestal, upon which lay a dusty tome, its pages yellowed with age.
Lyra approached the pedestal with reverence, her hand hovering over the tome. "This could be a record of the Jedi who once lived here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "There might be something here that can help us understand what's happening."
Sam watched as she gently opened the book. The pages were filled with elegant script, detailing the lives and philosophies of the Jedi who had called this temple home. As Lyra carefully turned the pages of the ancient tome, absorbing the wisdom and history it contained, Sam's attention was drawn to the far end of the chamber. There, partially obscured by shadows and hanging vines, stood a large stone door, its surface adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The script was unlike any he had seen before, a language lost to time and memory.
"Lyra," Sam called, his voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber.
Lyra joined him, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the mysterious door. "This... this is ancient," she murmured, running her fingers over the carvings. "I've never seen anything like it. It's not in any of the records or archives I've studied."
The script was a series of symbols and glyphs, flowing elegantly across the stone surface. They seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light, as if imbued with a power of their own. The door itself was massive, its edges lined with more carvings that depicted scenes of Jedi in battle, meditating, and studying the Force. Intrigued by the door's intricate design, Sam extended his hand, focusing his Force energy to gently push aside the hanging vines. As they fell away, they revealed more engravings on the right side of the door. These carvings were starkly different from those on the left; they depicted scenes and symbols associated with the dark side of the Force - figures wielding red lightsabers, engaging in fierce battles, and harnessing the raw, chaotic power of their emotions. Lyra, observing the revealed carvings, felt a chill.
"This door... it symbolizes the duality of the Force. The light and the dark, side by side," she said. At the center of the door, where the two halves met, was a large stone sphere, divided into two distinct halves. One half glowed faintly white, surrounded by the dark side engravings on the right door, while the other half glowed faintly black, encircled by the light side engravings on the left door. As Sam and Lyra stood before the door, contemplating the significance of the stone sphere and its symbolic representation of the Force, a voice suddenly resonated through the chamber, deep and enigmatic.
"Precisely."
Startled, they spun around to find the source of the voice. From the shadows emerged a figure, draped in a flowing robe that obscured much of her form. The hood was drawn over her head, casting her face in shadow, but her eyes gleamed with an intensity that spoke of deep knowledge and power.
"Who are you?" Sam asked, his hand instinctively moving towards his lightsaber, though he did not draw it yet.
The figure stepped forward, the light revealing more of her features - a stern yet composed face, marked by the passage of time and experience. "Verda," she said, her voice carrying an air of solemnity. "Herald of the All-Consumer."
Lyra's grip tightened on her lightsaber, though she remained calm. "The All-Consumer?"
"A deity that understands the true nature of the Force, beyond your Jedi teachings of light and dark." Verda took a step closer, her eyes never leaving theirs. "I have watched you since you entered this temple. You seek understanding, knowledge of the Force in its entirety. The galaxy is on the cusp of a new era, one that requires a deeper comprehension of the Force."
Lyra shivered, feeling a sudden and inexplicable coldness that seemed to seep into her very bones. This sensation was alien to Sam, who watched her with growing concern. Her eyes momentarily lost focus, clouded with flashes of a dark, menacing presence – the beast Vor'akar, its image burnt into her memory. Sam, sensing the change in Lyra, reached out to her. "Lyra, what is it? What do you see?"
Before Lyra could respond, Verda's voice cut through the tension. "She sees the truth of her destiny, one she cannot escape."
Both Sam and Lyra turned their attention back to Verda, alarm evident on their faces. "What do you mean?" Sam demanded, his tone tinged with protectiveness.
Verda's gaze was unwavering, her eyes reflecting a deep, almost sorrowful knowledge. "The All-Consumer has marked you. The visions you see, the cold you feel – these are signs. You are destined to serve a greater purpose, like us."
Lyra's expression shifted from confusion to fear, then to a fierce resolve. "I will never serve something I don't understand or believe in," she declared, her voice firm despite the growing chill inside her. Sam's concern deepened as he felt a disturbing shift in the Force, a sensation like a creeping shadow over Lyra's mind. It was as though the very essence of her thoughts was being eroded by an encroaching void.
Verda watched them, a knowing, almost pitiful smile on her lips. With a sudden, chilling chuckle, she raised her hand toward Lyra. "Allow me," she intoned, her voice resonating with a dark authority. In an instant, Lyra's eyes widened in shock and pain, and then her strength seemed to drain away, causing her to collapse to the floor, unconscious but still breathing. Sam reacted immediately, igniting his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, its blue glow casting eerie shadows in the chamber.
"What have you done to her?" he demanded, his voice echoing with both anger and fear.
Verda remained calm, her hand still outstretched, her eyes reflecting a cold certainty. "I have merely hastened what was inevitable. She is bound to the All-Consumer, just as all things are in the end. You cannot fight destiny, you of all people know this."
As Sam stood there, his lightsaber still ignited, a sense of dread suddenly washed over him. It was more than concern for Lyra; it was a deep, unsettling feeling that something far more ominous was at play. The chamber seemed to grow colder, the air heavier, as if a hidden disturbance in the Force was manifesting. Verda, watching him with her unwavering gaze, spoke again, her voice low and foreboding. "You sense it, don't you? The ancient guardian of this place, bound to these ruins. It is awakened by your presence, by the disturbance you've brought."
Sam's eyes darted towards the stone door, which had begun to tremble slightly, dust falling from its ancient frame. "What guardian? What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice edged with a mix of fear and defiance.
"The inscription at the top of the door," Verda said, nodding towards it. "It is not just decoration. It is a warning, left by those who sealed this chamber long ago. What lies within is not just knowledge or power. It is a void, a darkness that consumes all it touches."
Sam, his attention split between the unconscious Lyra and the quivering door, felt a surge of urgency. He moved closer to the door, the glyphs and symbols etched upon it now seeming more ominous than before. The inscription at the top, previously unnoticed, was indeed different from the rest. A warning of something ancient and malevolent sealed within. The door shook more violently now, a low rumbling sound emanating from behind it. Sam could feel the darkness behind the door, a presence ancient and hungry, waiting to be released.
He turned back to Verda, who remained a shadowy figure in the chamber. "What is this guardian? How do we stop it?"
Verda's expression was one of calm. "It is older than the Jedi, older than the Sith. A remnant of a forgotten age, bound here by the ancient Jedi of this forgotten world. You cannot stop it."
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