A Disturbance in the Force.

[The End Narrator]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nG809PJ-OU&feature=youtu.be

Various Places throughout the Galaxy…​

A disturbance would be felt across the planes of the Force. A small one at that, but felt but those who it mattered most to, perhaps by others. A shift that felt very unnatural.

[member="Ember Rekali"] would feel the presence of his last living child once more…

The twins, [member="Mira Rekali"] and [member="Aton Rekali"] would be overcome with a sensation like no other…

[member="Falcon Gyndar"] would get a tingle up his spine, similar to the sensations he got when Aaralyn was close by…

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] would awaken from her slumber, perhaps in a cold sweat or even elation and believe she was dreaming? But the feeling through the Force would not fade as it had before…

[member="Marcello Matteo"] would have a bucket of water dumped on him from out of nowhere...yet again. This time he would know where it came from and what it meant.

[member="Ryan Korr"] would feel an itching sensation, perhaps he should get it checked? No, that wouldn't be it. It would be more like someone nagging at him, an annoyance.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] would feel the tiniest prick in his eye. It might begin to burn, it might cause it to water up. A severe annoyance to say the least...

Anyone who had a connection with Aaralyn would feel something, whatever that may be.

On Yavin IV…​

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Somewhere near the Jedi Training Grounds.​

“A true warrior knows their limitations, and defies them at all costs.” Jedi Master Aaralyn Rekali.

The small memorial that had been erected for Aaralyn would tremble. The intricate marbling would begin to crack and flake away as if forces from worlds beyond were pulling at it. The earth beneath it would show signs of stress, trees would buckle inwards and a disturbance would ripple across the vicinity. Questions would begin to arise around the Praxeum, what was happening?

On Dathomir…

Somewhere outside the Rekali Stronghold.​

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Her family had gone as far as erected a statue in her honor, a flame that burn bright and eternally sat at the base of the statue. It defied the coldness of the mountain and the harsh winds. Guards stood close to the statue, never wavering and always watching over it. The wind that blew flakes of snow around would cease briefly, causing the guards to look around in confusion. This was unusual for this place, as the wind was rather moderate.

A sudden gust would come along, accompanied by a flurry of snow and blinding sky that snuffed the light out of the area. It would come swiftly and encase the statue of the fallen Jedi, leaving the guards to scramble against an enemy that was unknown. Alarms would blare in the distance as the guards called for help, beacons would be sent to the Warmaster in systems far from here.

But they would be too late.

As fast as it came, it would be gone.

The only damage it left behind would be the eternal flame, snuffed out.

**Post if you like, just be tasteful about it. Also, I'm not autoing the tagged characters, it's implication as to what they would feel. What they actually feel is their choice.**​

 

[Garza]

Yavin IV was a place many came to train and to learn. Under the influence of the Rekali family, many were known to come for training even as the leader or should it be said, Head of the family was more influenced by Magics and the more darker arts of the force. Be that as it may, I stayed for solstice. The Netherworld event that had happened years ago, was my revival. I remember nothing before waking within a maze of death and despair. However, I came here for peace. With recent going ons of wars fought between the One Sith an the Republic, the fights with the Dark Jedi now making their voices heard, and even skirmishes taking place off in the outerrim, It seemed the only place to find any kind of quiet was upon Yavin.

The jungles hid away many those who wish to find their own form of peace. be it through the study of the force, the saber, or of simply living out their years, I came to find my own. It was short lived so far. Being here for a little under a month was not all that bad. The Temple is where I kept most of my belongings. They had plenty of room, and I was a welcome edition who was willing to teach some students in the art of the Lightsaber, or the Force. Every day I would see the same faces as I walked the halls to a training with a particular Echani. Even now as I walked to the same room with simple pants, a tunic and a vest on, I flipped my lightsaber end over end. Letting the emitter always face away from me.

Bumping into a student who had decided to be rushing to his own class, he turned around and saw that I was much older. He apologized and handed me the lightsaber. Noticing the electrum that had been used upon its chassis. He looked to be embarrassed. Calming him with a warm smile and a shake of the head. I told him to think nothing of it. Accidents happen. His rather low bow surprised me as he then went on his day. Moving on as well, I went into the room that the female echani was meditating. She stood up and like always introduced herself when it was not needed.

"Thank you for coming Master Eldarion, I am Mayra Eldarion. May we begin with the lesson on the Force?"

I smiled and moved forward. Bowing at the same moment she did, looking over her silver hair and the rather muscular yet slender body. Since our escape from the maze, we had both become fond of one another. I had taken her in, and accepted her as an apprentice, as well as in a way, an adopted daughter. She was my responsibility. And I was hers. I began to speak to her when I felt a disturbance within my mind, and my heart.

"Yes my young one le-"

I stopped. A tingling had come over my mind. The tips of the fingers upon my hands felt numb. As though I had restricted the blood-flow to my fingers for a moment, and had just let the blood flow back into my limbs. The force felt as though it released a mind upon the world. Mayra had moved closer to me all of a sudden. Pressing her hands upon my head. She had the abilities of an empathy. Able to sense and feel others emotions. And upon feeling me, felt what I was.

She reeled back from me, and gasped. She could feel it as well. I was sure to know that others were here would feel the same as well. I could hear almost a long and loud rustle. Racing out of the room, I almost dropped from the third story of the complex to the ground below. Using the force to dampen the impact, I rolled up, and ran outside to the training grounds where I could feel it coming from. The first thing I saw were the trees. Magnificent in their size and simple nature were bending all over. All towards one location. Looking, I saw the statue of the woman known as [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]. The Daughter of the man who owned the temples. The ground beneath it was cracking and making fractures. I stared at them with awe. Wondering why this could be?

The student who had bumped into me earlier was standing here. and looked up to me looking for answers, yet he would receive none.

I had no clue what was going on.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Contrary to popular belief, Kiskla wasn’t sleeping all the time. In fact, in the moment that the Force decided to give a peculiar ripple, she was discussing how to best harvest the most recent hold of energy — over a hologram. She was still on Dathomir, training with the sister of the Singing Mountain clan.

She’d decided to stay on the planet a little bit longer, after her first Force vision. Deciding that no, she did not need to learn to speak with the Force differently, but instead lean on her own understanding that it was true neutrality. Her decisions didn’t make her a bad person. Nevertheless, her continued situation resulted from the conversations between the Mandalorians and the Dathomir. She could feel a constant ebb between the two.

So, she and Cee-Three sat in her little ship, conducting Kiffar affairs via hologram when some odd wave, all too familiar, reached out to her and never rescinded.

A feeling that she’d felt beyond shadows, but not quite at the same magnitude.

Did this mean that the sword was ready? That she was calm?
If [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] was thinking of resurfacing purely for vengeance, that would be another tribulation of its own.

 

[Asher]

That bottle had always been heavy. Teasing as if it knew the urge to give in to it had never really been there. People had handled Aaralyn’s death differently and most of them had been shrouded in dark colors. Grandfather, father, everyone he looked up to had been upset, yet when it came to Aton he couldn’t really say he had done a whole lot. His mother had disappeared and all he did was keep on tugging against the wishes of just about everyone else. In his most desperate attempt for some sort of retribution or vengeance he had almost shot an innocent man, a senator, right in the face but even then he failed at that. Instead he was talked down, went home and got back to work.

So what was this if not the hundredth time the boy had decided that tonight would be the one he got himself chitfaced? It never happened, but some small part of him desperately held on to the hopes that it would alleviate some small measure of the pain he felt. That salvation came in liquid form or that for a short moment he would be afforded peace. Yet for each time he had tried to lift the bottle and place it against his lips he could still hear his conscience speak out against it, and today was no different.

“Not today either, huh?” The man behind the bar asked.

“Huh?” Aton twitched as he was forced out of his catatonic state. “Yeah. No, doesn’t seem like.”

“You don’t have to, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The ‘tender went off to look after the rest of the customers and with it came a strange feeling. A spark of pain rippling through Aton’s heart. A warmth spread throughout as the pain reached out across his chest. Hand clasping at his shirt he tried to make sense of it until it all unravelled before him in an impulse he had no control of.

“Mom.” He blurted in panic before looking to the bottle before him.

“Still untouched.” Aton wheezed as he grabbed a firm hold of it. “No, this isn’t happening.”

And so for the first time in months he took a swig out of the bottle. A coughing fit followed not long after before eventually he pushed the bottle further and further away from himself.

“How?”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Eshan

Spencer sat out one of the Estate’s patios, the table was littered with documents and data pads. She had focused her mind on actually doing something for the planet especially since the republic had been forced to abandon the planet. Spencer mused over this knowing that the Sith would most likely be knocking on her door at any given moment. Either way, the Echani would do what they needed to do. A woman came by and placed a cup with a kettle and Spencer paused for a moment. Her hand raised stopping the woman from pouring the water and from walking away.

There was something in the Force, it wasn’t a tremble, or terrorized. The Force flowed like a breeze bringing the feeling of something familiar. There were only a few times Spencer had felt this shift, most of them were tied to Ashin Varanin, but this time of course was someone else. The Echani Queen leaned back in her seat and brought a hand to her chin, her index finger curled against her smiling lips as she shook her head.

Looking towards the now confused woman and the tea kettle, Spencer spoke quietly as her hand fell to the arm rest. “Bring two cups.” The woman nodded and set down the kettle and headed into the kitchen for another cup utterly confused. Spencer looked towards the clearing sky above the Estate.

Welcome back old friend. You typical Rekali...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Imagine, if you will, that you hold to the Light though its causes and alliances cost the lives of all your children but one, and your wife as well. Imagine that the death of your final child -- attributable even more directly to those who claim to be of the Light -- is the final straw. Imagine you fall hard and exact humiliating vengeance in her name. Imagine that you wage a private war, and exert what influence you have, in order to make the hypocrites pay for what they've done. Imagine that you become something your last-to-die child would never approve nor respect. Imagine, though, that by your sins you've carved out an impregnable place for the family of cousins and adoptees who've replaced your children in your heart as well as they can. Imagine, then, that your last-to-die child returns, cheapening your sacrifice and the consequences of your mourning. Imagine the conflict between hope, awe, relief, and guilty resentment, fury even, dread of what's to come. Of what's inevitable.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-Gtt5AN7yc​

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Panatha
Vain Hollow sub-basement level 84

It had been many days since his fateful encounter with the astromancer [member="Jorus Merrill"] on the depraved world of Sekalus, and still his wounds have only just begun to heal. He floated in a cocoon of gelatinous material so viscous it could be mistaken for solid amber rather than fluid, and despite the lack of a breathing apparatus he had no problem absorbing oxygen into his body through other more esoteric means than that of respiration. His eyes were closed, tightly so, as his mind drifted through the vast emptiness of the Force, lightly plucking at the strings that bound his consciousness to the flowing all-binding energy of the cosmos. Through such divination he was able to observe far away events, although like the ancient primordial creatures in the soup of newborn worlds he could only discern what he saw very crudely.

He saw a statue crack and unbuckle under an unknown pressure, and a nearly unbearable bright flame snuffed out of existence half a galaxy away.

And so his right eye began to twitch, a frown settling over his docile features as the irritation roused him from his self-induced catatonia. His left eye slowly opened, his baleful pupil burned with sulfuric hate through the sludge that coated his still damaged form. His answer to this intrusion upon his slumber was cold recognition that shuddered through the empyreal tides of the Force to crash against the waves of the subconscious of those closest to him, causing those susceptible to such intrusion upon the mind and soul to clutch their heads with agonizing wails as he announced with a bold bitterness:

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[The End Narrator]

Somewhere near the edge of the Ilum System​

Despite everything she experienced on Ilum, she still liked the planet.

It was a place of solace and comfort for Mira, regardless of the tainted memory that came with it. Mira had gotten into the habit of keeping her ship on low-power and the artificial gravity shut off, for her own personal reasons.

In turn, she had a very unhappy little BB unit attached to any part of the vessel he could get ahold of. At some point during her journey, she collected the various holotapes from Fiore and images and put them away before they created a bigger mess. She continued to train under no gravity for her own purposes and reasons, perhaps just because it felt right. She didn’t even know herself. Occasionally, she’d turn on the gravity to prevent that sickness which came with keeping the gravity off for so long and trying to suddenly turn it back on when an emergency came up – but other than that, she opted for the weightless approach.

Maybe it’d help her speed and maneuverability, her reflexes with the Force.

Maybe.

Garnet eyes stared out to the icy world beyond, remembering the cold touch against her flesh. It wasn't so much the actual temperature of the planet, so much as the memories of what had befallen her here. She reached out through the Force, trying to touch it's warm flow - hoping to chase away the fear and anger associated with [member="Darth Vornskr"] and Ilum. As the warming sensation flowed through her veins, another sensation overcame her - a presence that was all too familiar. Mira frowned slightly as she reached out to touch it, only to be rebuffed harshly. With a grimace and determination, she reached out again - only to open her eyes wide in shock.

"It can't be...." She muttered.