Episode IV: No Hope

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Mandalore; Keldabe city--- Oyu'baat Cantina
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Objective:secure Mandalore, investigate

"Az isn't answering his comm and he hasn't contacted me. I fear that he is apart of the missing." Ana had kept telling herself that her brother was just busy not missing but his absent here made it clear. He was apart of the missing or he would have jumped into action by now. If was good that Strider was in his absence.

In his absence they would need to still secure Mandalore and all of the other planets under there watch. "Do we have any ideas on what may have happened?" If they could figure out the what perhaps they could figure out how to get them back.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalore; Keldabe city--- Oyu'baat Cantina
Allies: @Strider Garon @Gilamar Skirata @Davin Skirata [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Objective; Finally Get to work

Oh! So the dead man was seeing sense! Ha! Good! She was starting to think nobody could hear her!
-Then someone had to credit Gil for the brilliant idea of... actually getting to work. Zandra visibly face palmed and growled under her breath. So nobody could hear her after all. Wonderful. Whatever. They didn't have to hear her. If they found her husband and kids, she'd settle for being invisible too if she had to.

"Fething finally," she growled like a wild nexu, turning on her heel and storming out. She was in a foul mood. A really, really, really bad mood. She was starting to think she was going to have to just do this on her own. Didn't these people care that their family was missing? They all seemed so... fine with it. They were more worried about a dead man. As if that was stranger than half the planets population disappearing overnight! Why wasn't there more urgency!?

Maybe it's a... cultural thing? she thought to herself as she hopped on her speederbike.She'd ask Cal about it when she got him back. No matter how many years she lived with his people, Zandra was never going to understand fully the ways of these warrior people.

 

[Bol-Jahir]

426 ABY: LIES OF THE PAST​

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"...Zero?" Bollie gasped.​

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"What happened to you?"​

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Vollo looked bewildered.​

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"HANDS OFF THE TERMINAL," one of the soldiers accompanying Bol-Jahir and Vollo yelled. "AND STEP AWAY."​

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Zero rose his hands in the air.​

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"Are you behind this?!" Vollo screamed. His bewilderment was subsiding, replaced by the rage of being betrayed. "Years you worked beside us!"​

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It was true. Zero had been a prominent scientist working on the O.M.N.I. project with Vollo and Bollie... though Bollie was more of a maintenance technician. Bol only got the job because his brother was the lead technician of the most academic and specialized team in the Galaxy. Their purpose? Rebuild the Galaxy. Undo a millenia of wars. Being the brother of one of the men who knew how to accomplish this goal... came with a few perks.​

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"You're threatening millions of lives! Billions! Stop and think, please, I beg of you... we're so close. If we just keep going... what you're doing now, it's inhumane."​

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A deep guttural laughter emanated from the hooded figure of Zero as liquid began to drip from his robes.​

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It formed a pool on the floor around his feet.​

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"I am not... human."​

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844 ABY: Not long after billions of people disappear from the Galaxy...​

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"Alright, alright. The man's ship it is." Bol-Jahir motioned to Krest, and quickly boarded the ship. "Let's get going, we've work to do. All of us."​

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He looked around at the group they had gathered and took a seat before they took off for Csilla.​

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"My name is Bol-Jahir, and I have been preparing for this day my entire life."​

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Bol-Jahir took a pause.​

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"Are any of you familiar with the name "Akala"?"​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest would call out from the front of his ship, already punching in the coordinates. "Names Krest and never heard of em. They important?" By this point the Zabrak had given control of his ship to his handy dandy pilot Droid. He really needed to learn how to fly, but he doubted that would ever happen. Nodding once to [member="Bol-Jahir"] , he'd wait for the rest to show up.

 

[Garza]

Standing there, I just shook my head as the Zabrak walked away. Looking over to the Jedi knight as the man said all of us would be going, I had a feeling that we shouldn't go against his words. Walking behind the man as he asked if any of us knew who Akala was, My robotic form smiled. I only knew stories that were passed down from the few who had the chance to hear or see it. So I didn't know if any of it was true.

One could never be too sure.

"Name I have heard, Stories can be changed. So you must know more than I do considering you have been waiting for this."

I looked over to the Jedi Knight. ([member="Gherron Vael"]) as we stood there. Shrugging my shoulders, I could see that he was fine with me landing close to him. Not even phased by it. Walking after the man who called himself. [member="Bol-Jahir"], as well as [member="Krest"], I just shook my head. Wondering what I had gotten myself into.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Marek S'hadar"]
Voss

Serena could feel his emotions. She tried to think focus had she seen a child a teen with green skin. She would remember this wouldn't she?

Serena paused thinking. "I have been off temple grounds but the gardens out there if she's here she could be there." Everyone went there for everything. She wished she was more familiar. "Did you see anyone?" Anyone at all she thought. Where

Where. She wanted to hold out hold there was a terrible sensation. Like she could feel a chill someone walking on her grave.

 

[Don the Giant]

Location: stranded in space aboard an empty transport craft near Alderaan

*Don was stranded in space, the force failed him, and the crew of the transport ship he was aboard were either dead or missing. The pilot had mysteriously vanished, sending the ship into a random storm in the middle of space. Don had barely survived thanks to his size and the durability given him by the force. He crawled over to a comm unit, it looked like a toy in his massive hands, he struggled to press the tiny buttons in such a way as to allow him to broadcast an open message.*

Don: *to everyone in nearby space* "This is a distress call, anyone who can hear this, help. I am stranded, there are no known survivors aboard my craft... I... I can't fit into the cockpit to try and fly it... Is there anyone who can help? hello?"

 

[Raziel]

It was a cold and misty morning as Raziel hastened up the stairs into the entrance on an Abrion Intelligence facility. It had taken him near damn the whole morning to scrub the last of the sand out of his crevices, but seeing as sleep was evading him at the moment he had plenty of time.

He passed through the security without a word to the staff. He normally exchanged a few pleasantries whilst waiting for scans, but he had never approached the day with this level of single-minded determination before.

Raziel had never really found a purpose to his existence. He'd been usued by his father, a lazy barkeeper who kept him from school so he could clean. He'd been used by XXX who had him use his quick hands and quicker wit to steal. He'd been used by the Hutt cartel, who put a knife in those quick hands and taught him to kill. Then he'd been used by a Sith cabal, and the things they'd had him do...

Even when he'd broken free, had taken the reigns of one of the most extensive intelligence agencies in the Galaxy, he'd just been going through the motions. Expanding his influence almost as an automatic reponse. He'd done Norongachi's bidding, then Starchaser's and then another benefactors.

Today was different, today he had his own goals. His focus was narrowed down to a steel point and woe betide anyone who got in the way.

Perhaps it was the change in the Force that had led to this. He had always been a powerful reader and empath and he had abused those powers to worm his way into trusted circles, to lie and steal and kill. Now his ability was out of control. Every nearby errant thought reverberated around his skull. He experienced raw emotion being given off around him. There was so much fear, so much sadness.

He nearly knocked someone over as he dashed up the stairs. He marched across the floorplate right up to an office on the opposite side and barged in.

"Operations Director,



how are you? I hear there was some trouble on Tatooine!" a lanky middle aged man called jovially from behind his desk. The crisply suited man looked Raziel up and down, taking in his casual clothing, ruffled hair, and deep bags under his eyes. His voice was friendly, but his expression less so. Raziel tried in vain to filter his thoughts out. Confusion was most prominent, but contempt and anger bubbled under the surface.

"Is the Site J data centre ready?" Raziel replied abruptly.

Spynet had some of the largest data centres in the south systems. They processed vast quantities of intelligence gathered from all corners of the Galaxy.

"It's good to go, but they're still struggling with the matching in test..."

"Scrub it clean, and start loading it with personal data on all the citizens in the ACA," Raziel instructed. "We're going to start looking for trends to see if we can figure out if there's anything linking those who disappeared."

"But..."

"Get it done. Contact the embassies and find out which governments we're still in contact with, prepare fast courier ships to relay messages elsewhere. I want the ministers for science and research here within the hour, and get me reps from every Techno Union business still standing."
Raziel was no scientist, he was no project manner. However, he was very good at getting things done. They would coerce, bribe and outright threaten. Within hours Project Pandora was moving. Academic departments in the sector and research groups from any forthcoming companies were joined together and directed towards discovering the source of the rapture.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron as to admit, he was more than a little disappointed when he realized they'd be piling onto the zabrak's ship. Then he chastised himself. 'The sooner you find Nef, the better. Just follow along.' Forcing himself into a better outlook on it all, he followed the others into the ship. When [member="Bol-Jahir"] asked about someone named Akala, he hook his head, but the droid seemed to have heard something about it. Interesting enough. Maybe this Akala had something to do with the galaxy's disappearing act. This man had appeared to know about the event going on. Could he stop it? Maybe he was behind it. So many thoughts raced through Gherron's head. Even with all of his training, he couldn't keep the horrible thoughts out. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out several small nuts and bolts, and other pieces of metal, and began fiddling with it, subconsciously building with his fingers.

[member="Krest"] [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Bol-Jahir"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Redacted

 

[Owain]

-Space-
[member="Felicity Mason"]

"Just rest," the boy said, making sure she was comfortable. Owain wasn't exactly sure what Felicity suffered from as a space wizard, but he knew it was completely beyond his understanding. All he could do was try to make sure the blonde was alright. Her cryptic warning put him on edge. What were they flying into?

 

[Felicity Mason]

-Space-
[member="Owain"]

Felicity lay curled up on the mattress, thinking hard through her headache. She recognized the building that was blowing up. She was sure she'd been there before. She went with mom. Or at least, she thought she went with mom. Before mom was Queen. Where though? Where?

"Things are really bad out there, aren't they, Owain?" she asked quietly, "Half the population. Half the leaders. People are scared. They'll panic. They'll accuse other factions of causing this, and they'll go to war over it. People will die. Lots of people. The population will dwindle even more. Nobody can stop it."

She sat up, knees pulled to her chest.

"Is this the end?"

 

[Minna]

"Akala? Heard the name, I have not." Valtryx replied to the question, taking a seat on the ship. It was clear she wasn't in the best of moods. Being forced to travel with a bunch of strangers, including a Jedi, in a time like this... It was definitely not her everyday experience. Her eyes never strayed from any of them at any time, always one of them under her watch. She did not trust them, and they probably didn't trust her.

But hopefully they could reach Csilla and find out what had happened without killing each other...

[member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Krest"] [member="Bol-Jahir"]

 

[Owain]

[member="Felicity Mason"]

The boy shrugged. The greater galaxy had never really been of any interest to him. "Maybe. If not this, something else would have started something though. That's the way of the galaxy Songbird," he replied, sitting down enxt to the blonde. "And no. It isn't. It never will be. THe galaxy bounced back from greater calamities than this," Owain casually observed with a wave of his hand.

 

[Felicity Mason]

-Space-
[member="Owain"]

He was so... casual. But then again, he's seen much more than she had. She leaned her head against his shoulder closing her eyes. Just the two of them. All alone. She'd craved alone time with him so much since they started seeing each other. It seemed like such an awful thing that now that she had this alone time, she felt too sad to want to do anything with it.

"Don't disappear too, Crow," she whispered, "If you do, I will never forgive you."

 

[Owain]

-Space-
[member="Felicity Mason"]

He leant over to plant a kiss on her forehead. "I wouldn't dare," the boy answered with a grin. It was true - he wouldn't. Best not annoy a space wizard. Who knew what she could do to him?

 

[Zaahir Asad]

Location: Streets of Nar Shaddaa
Objective: None
Allies: Currently None
Enemies: Himself

Zaahir​

Valley of Lies -------> Streets of Nar Shaddaa​

Zaahir appeared as if from nowhere, sprawling out onto the dirty street of Nar Shaddaa. If it weren't for the fact that he came as if summoned from the ether itself, if he weren't soaking wet from the waist down, he would have looked like any other drunk or madman.

He slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, rocking back to sit on his heels on the filthy sidewalk, his lips moving though no sound came out. His eyes darted around, looking for himself, looking for her. He could still hear it, in his mind.

Different from before.

Before it had been forced on him. He'd been made to confront what he was. Made to accept his punishment, his fate. Forced to understand that he deserved it. Now that outside force was gone, but his own mind was cracked, fractured, and it repeated the ghostly words. This was what he deserved, after all-

"I didn't do it."

He froze. Completely oblivious to anything going on around him. That wasn't right. He'd been shown. He tried again.

"I didn't do it."

Again.

"It wasn't me."

He laughed, throwing his head back, wrapping his arms around himself, fresh tears flowing down his face.

"It wasn't me!"

"I didn't do it, it wasn't me. I'm a good man. I don't deserve to be punished. Hell is not my fate."

Each statement was met with delight. He couldn't say anything else. He could NOT. Was entirely incapable.

What did it mean?

It didn't matter because-

"It wasn't me."

 

[Raziel]

Whether by Holonet, or by an HCE exploration vessel, a message would be sent to nearby factions: the Omega Protectorate; Fringe; Black Sun; Republic; One Sith. There was a great deal of waffle and the usual political niceties. Where possible the message would be relayed from the faction’s embassy in ACA space. The meat of the message contained the following:


We are contacting you now, because we understand that this is a pan-galactic event. We have begun to focus our efforts on understanding what has happened, and what future threats may be from this phenomenon. We propose that faction across the Galaxy coordinate efforts to try and unravel recent events. The maintenance of hyperspace relay stations to enable the sharing of ideas and data is critical. This is a potential threat to all factions and transcends any territorial squabbles.
This will:
• Enable scientists from government departments and research arms of private companies to focus their efforts;
• Reduce duplication of effort (though noting that repetition of experiments and comparison of results is a nece3ssary stage in scientific research;
• Allow the project as a whole to call on specialists located in certain regions of the Galaxy.

Please contact us to let us know if you would be amenable to a coordinated effort. The ACA has already begun processing data, and have yet to find any correlation which separates those individuals that vanished, from those remaining (research notes and data attached).
Attached are some architectural plans to create a prioritised private network across the available Holonet nodes to allow staff to coordinate using messages, teleconferencing, and sharing limited amounts of research data.

We hope to hear back from you promptly,

The Abrion Corporate Alliance.

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Obviously we’ll never find anything until the reveals come from staff, but we don’t know this IC, so I thought this would be an interesting aside of galactic cooperation.
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Darth Isolda"]
[member="Ashin Varanin"]
[member="Lucianus Adair"]
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member=Amarant]

 

[Bol-Jahir]

426 ABY: FATHER

"What in the seven karking hells...."

Vollo stood with Bollie and nodded to the soldiers' commander. Zero was obviously not who they thought he was... obviously not the scientist they remembered who would bring jawa juice in the mornings for work. This was some mind-boggling observations, observations made that were falling out of the civilian hands. It was time for the military might of the Galactic Alliance to step in.

"ON THE GROUND," one yelled. "HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD. TURN AROUND."

"YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT."

The team began to move in unison towards Zero, shining their LED helmets upon his cloaked figure. The puddles were unidentified green ooze. His cloak was black and tattered.

A deep mechanical voice echoed throughout the Facility.

"Father?"

"Yes," replied Zero, his voice full of gravel.

A giant steel tentacle erupted from the floorboards below the soldiers' Commander, crushing him against the ceiling with an agonizing scream.

Several more began to engage the soldiers, picking them off one by one.

"BRAVO TWO-TWO ZULU, WE'VE GOT ACTION," one of the soldiers screamed into their headsets. Blaster bolts shattered throughout the dark interior of the C.I.C. "BRAVO TWO-T-" The soldier was flung into the giant command room's darkness.

There was no reply from the other teams. After a few seconds, the room became deadly silent.

Zero approached Vollo and Bollie.

844 ABY: Not long after billions of people disappear from the Galaxy...


"They? Of course she's important." Bol-Jahir looked at [member="Krest"], shaking his head. "I suppose as any ancient-super angsty God-Princess who's got a chip on her soldier would be."

Bol-Jahir sighed.

"Akala is Transcendant. Touched. Whatever you want to call it, she's... more than us. More than this." He tugged at his robes. "I wasn't given the full history in my briefing, but we do know this - this girl, Akala... she's of the Kwa race, probably over a hundred thousand years old. Had a run-in with some ancient magic mumbo jumbo, now she's practically a god. On top of this, she's a bit of a..."

Bol-Jahir searched for the right word.

"...Nutter."

He looked at them all. He knew how crazy it sounded.

"It's imperative you believe me. She's responsible for the attack on Dathomir nearly a year ago, but events took her out of the picture. We thought she was gone, but we don't know what motivates her. All we know is she's back and she's responsible for the disappearances... and we think we know where she is."

"...."

"...the Netherworld of the Force."

He stopped to let it sink in.

"And we're pretty sure she's trying to cross back over with an army."

[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Krest"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Mandalore, Keldabe City
With: [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Nolan Detta"] @Others




Preliat seemed quiet for a moment, before he sank into the chair. He realized that everyone else had checked in from where Aditya was. She was on Concordia, overseeing the development of some new project. He blinked, looking around the room. It became a blur. He had lost her. Yasha was with her. Yasha. Alone. So young, so vulnerable. She was alone, or she was part of the missing. Preliat stared at [member="Gilamar Skirata"] as he spoke, and pointed a finger at him.

"If treachery is discovered within you, I will personally part your head from neck."

Anger did not take Preliat here, but sadness and an emptiness. Yasha and Aditya had become his sole purpose for living. The determination to get them back, could be felt by all those in the room. Preliat turned and glared at all those in the room, sneering his teeth.

"We all know of one entity, one particular person that did something similar. I do not know of what happened, but I know that she almost destroyed the galaxy and few barely halted her from doing so."Preliat glanced around the room.


"I would place my word that Akala has something to do with this."