Episode V: Akala Strikes Back

[Connor Harrison]

Location: The Field Of Blades

Leaning on a large hilt, Connor didn't feel anything in the Force when he heard a voice - a real voice, not his own. It echoed around him and hit his ears. Looking up, way too casually, he saw a figure not too far ahead. Again, with the Force seemingly absent in him, this was just another nail in the coffin for the Jedi who had been so close to being something.

”And what part of my mind do you come from friend? Sith? Jedi? Something else?"

He stood up and pushed back his greatcoat in some obscure and meaningless show of stature, his lightsaber hilt in his hand still un-activated.

”Are you dead?"

[member="Nyos Val"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

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[Miles Varden]

location: Ruined City
[member="Darth Veles"]

As the fight between monsters and men(and woman) Miles wondered if they'd ever stop. The top was reached after many minutes.

"Those monsters don't give up do they"

Then everything went dark, a feeling of moving yet not flushed through his brain. He got very dizzy and nauseous. Then, it felt like life was brought back into his lungs. The ground came at him and he found himself face down on a duracrete sidewalk.

He looked over and saw Ciara and the Sith. The Sith remained ethereal. He had a rush of knowledge in his brain of the one called Akala and then, a superior sense of amorous feelings towards her was unbound inside.


[Exit The Netherworld- Enter Fondor][member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Field of Blades
[member="Connor Harrison"]

"I am neither Sith nor Jedi nor dead. I am Nyos of the Protectorate. Who might you be Jedi?"

The man was no mirage, yet he was having difficulty with something in his head. This place was taxing on the mind, Nyos felt it as well. He sought an exit and an extra set of hands could help.

"I seek to leave this place, have you found anything suggesting a way out?"

 

[Keter]

Blood Wastes
[member="Feena Mason"]

The blond sighed. "I'm sure you're right," the blond agreed. "Still, why us and not them then? I don't like this...random events like this don't happen. Ever," the cyborg stated. glancing around their surroundings. "...still, we really need to get out of here. Force knows what trouble Felicity will get into without us around," he muttered darkly.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

// The Dunes \\​

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Moving seemed to be difficult, it was the damned sand, that red tint that was everywhere. Stepping to the top of the dune, he let out a heavy sigh as he looked forward, or was he looking backwards? Turning slowly he looked in all directions, sighing heavily as he noticed that it seemed to go on forever in all direction. ​

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"There has to be a way out of here." ​

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Tasgetius spoke to himself, it was becoming a habit now as he looked around once more. Pulling off his helmet for a moment, his eyes squeezed closed, his hand coming up to cover them as he blinked before looking out. He could feel the heat, though he didn't seem to be sweating, or it could have just as easily been his mind playing tricks on him in the unending waste. Pulling his helmet back on he rolled his head before stepping forward. ​

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Planting his foot into the sand he slid down the dune, riding the red sand to the bottom before he pulled himself up. It was going to be hell trying to find a means out of this place, though he had been in worst situations. In that moment his mind shifted back to his ancient friend, thinking that he could find her, though he knew that would not be for the best. Moving forward he was sure that he could find a means out of here, he just needed to keep his head straight. ​

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"Forward then. Keep pushing forward." ​

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He told himself as he stepped forward again, moving up the next dune of the red sand. Pulling himself up to the top as he looked forward, deciding it was the only way he needed to look. Perhaps his footsteps would remain long enough for some other poor soul to find their way out, though he doubted that.​

 

[Voxyn]

Location: Whisperstorm

The wind woke him. Howling wind, all around him, but he couldn't feel any. And he couldn't see. Everything was darkness. He could hear the wind, blowing strong enough to be the loudest thing around him, yet he couldn't feel it. He was tired... So tired. Like he had been sleeping all his life. It was time to go back to sleep... Back to sleep. He would wake up another time. He could wake up later... But the wind wouldn't let him sleep. No matter how groggy he was, the wind was incessant. Then he could hear the whispers. Faint, far off. Someone was there with him. It didn't matter... he would see them after he woke up. They got louder. Slowly, slowly, the fog lifted form his mind. Where was he? Where had he been last? With Lakos. The stasis chamber... Had he been in the stasis chamber? Where was he now? The voices were all around him, their whispering growing louder. Where was he?

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Fondor​

As another beast fell from his blade after being impaled, the Sith Lord turned his head to respond to the young woman who spoke up. No words left his mouth though, as darkness enveloped his body, a strange vortex of energy pulling him in. Just before everything went black, Avreet remembered the sensation, his eyes widening in shock as he thought the same was going to happen as before. He did not want to experience the same lack of control again… he couldn’t! Would he find the will to slay himself again? Was this his punishment, to eternally kill himself, always given new hope of escaping this dreadful place?! Avreet’s webbed hand reached out, but he found himself falling into a dark pit, the light showing the end of the tunnel becoming smaller and smaller…

When he woke from the trance, he was in a different place. A different planet as well. Definitely not Alderaan. Not only that; he felt no rush of bloodlust consuming his mind or body. He was still himself, with his mantra and Code. Completely ignoring the other two, Avreet inspected his body, noting one of his lightsabers was missing. It hardly mattered though. He lived. Again.

A short laugh escaped his lips before he remembered Lady Akala. The Dark Queen of the other world stole his heart. The Mon Calamari completely forgot someone else, someone who truly mattered to him. His old Master was a good friend of his, but nobody he could love. His eyes have been opened and he finally saw his true love.

(Left the Netherworld)

[member="Miles Varden"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

Location: Blood Wastes ---> Valley of Lies.
Objective: Something smells funnieh.

Suddenly the girl would start to sniff the air, rather contently at this. It might seem abit strange for [member="Solan Charr"], but what he had stated earlier, she might as well try. "Waaaait... Master... something.. ..something smells..." Her eyes would widen, and the girl would suddenly smile. She would then bolt to the west, and doesn't say a word as to why shes doing so. ...Perhaps [member="Ronin Xyhn"] made it into the nether.. and she smelled her.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae"]

"Wooh, wait up Aeizori." He would chase after her and start to get closer to Aeizori before he held her for a moment. "Careful, we go together, don't try to run off on your own there Aeizori, Master will help you i promise." She would see his face smiling at her and then he would start to run beside her again, never getting more than a foot's distance from her but always staying ahead so that he can stop her just in case something happens.

 

[Tefka]

EVENT

The Rift of War Opens

Netherworld Location: Field of Blades
Galaxy Location: Lashtu (Yuuzhan Vong Galaxy)

Blue and purple eyes stared out at the Field of Blades.

Akala seemed to surge with power now, confident in her ability to create the rifts. She had been experimenting before, testing the perimeter of the Netherworld. Now, she believed she had the power required to pierce the veil.

Her hands outstretched, and the sky seemed to buckle.

A great blast of light arced through the sky, striking the ground before her feet. From it, raised a massive green portal. Green flowing energy enveloped Akala, as she looked back at the Netherworld and then once again at the portal.

"You will have wept, as I have wept."

She looked towards the sky.

"You will despair, as I have despaired."

Akala walked towards the portal.

"You will feel pain, as I have felt pain."

She smirked, and disappeared into the portal.

Location:
Lashtu, the Yuuzhan Vong Galaxy

"REVENANT," Akala yelled, standing before an amassed army. Undead spirits, creatures from the infernal regions of the Netherworld, and ethereal warriors from a war long past stood amongst the plains of Lashtu. Akala had been reaching through the veil for the past six years, silently and slowly sending agents from the Netherworld to every corner of the known galaxies - even Galaxies long devoid of life. As it turned out, there was an entire Galaxy devoid of life, but full of spirits that had crossed over into the Netherworld.

Fuel for her revenge.

Akala was addressing them

"My Revenant," she again stated.

"I am your Queen, and at last we have joined."

With demonic fury, the thousands of untethered spirits unleashed a blood-curdling scream of approval.

"Let us leave this plane of death,"

The crowds screamed in approval once more.

"And join the living once more."

Again, shouts of approval.

Akala raised her hands to the sky and again, another rift began to form before them. This one was stronger, larger than those before. This one was... enveloping the planet Lashtu. It wasn't just a portal. Lashtu was starting to... change. In shape as well as spirit. The physical environment began to change, the sky began to brighten... she seemed stronger than before when she was in the Netherworld. As if she wasn't... restricted anymore.

This wasn't just a portal.

Akala was moving the whole planet.

And the surroundings?

They began to look a whole lot like Corellia.

OOC

This is a rift in the Field of Blades.

Upon entering it, you are teleported to the dead planet Lashtu.


FORCED CONDITIONAL UPON EXITING THE RIFT
(Your character experiences this as a side-effect)

Once you pass through the Rift, you gain the effects of the Rift of Love and your connection the Force doubles in strength.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge had left the apple behind, discarded in the sands of time amid grasping hands. He wandered, ethereally armored form standing out very little amid the spirits therein. But as he wandered so too did his mind, and before he knew it he was hearing voices around him. Asking him questions, wondering what he was doing.

And then as he lifted his head he spotted a rift.

A moment later, he disappeared through it, only to come out on the other side a murderous beast.

From there, well, blood would be spilled.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Upon sharing that the raptures souls could in fact be saved, Gherron looked to the man with thanks. He could feel sympathy coming from him. He almost asked their guide why his order had been simply waiting behind the scenes when they could has acted long ago, but he steeled himself. Even though he was stretched to his limit emotionally, he had to put all that aside an remember the order he served. The Jedi didn't dwell on such thoughts, and he knew they were often the same way; waiting for a certain time to act. So in a way, he couldn't blame the masked man. As the man keyed in a few buttons, the hypergate roared to life, though he was left to question whether it was really for for travel. His question was answered as the man jumped in and disappeared into the bright blue. Looking back at the rest of the group, his face set in determination and he followed suit.

As soon as he entered the rift, Gherron immediately noticed one thing. He seemed to be in a massive swamp of red. Before he could even think too much about that however, he doubled over, a sudden dizziness taking hold of him. Suddenly, his connection to the force had vanished. He still had his gear with him; his armor, saber, and his pistol, Animus. But the force... it had literally been sucked out of him. That's when he realized what Bol-Jahir had said earlier. The Netherworld of the force. The force had no power here. He'd have to rely on his wits for this round. He'd been in a few situations similar in the past though, and it didn't take him too long to recover. Standing back up, he walked over to the man who'd led them here. "Okay, you've got me. Why the hell are we in a bloody swamp? No pun intended."

[member="Bol-Jahir"] @Krest [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

 

[Feena]

-Blood Wastes-
[member="Keter"]

Feena cringed at the very idea. Felicity was a strange on. She was certain she was her daughter, but she was more her father than anything. Keter should be proud. She was a girl that marched to her own drum, refused to just fall in line. Rebellious, independent. Feena was proud. Oh yes. Proud, but incredibly frustrated.

"Do you know why I am not afraid for Naboo right now, Keke?" she asked, giving her husbands arm a little squeeze, "It's because I know Felicity will keep it safe for me."

 

[Azrael Asura]

LOCATION: Blood Wastes----->Field of Blades

OBJECTIVE: Find a way out of here
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Generally wandering around blindly was considered a bad idea. But when one didn't have a map of the area... well... wandering was pretty much their only option. Especially when everyone they tried to ask for directions appeared to be bantha-chit insane. Which was what lead to the ten feet tall lizard to kind of just... walking. Though a fair amount of jumping from rock to rock was involved! After all this was quite the strange location. Azrael continued along, pausing here and there to beat some sense into madmen who attacked him, every once in awhile using his mandibles to create some irritating clicking noises. Those let him see- with echolocation! Even then, though, he had no idea of where he was going. Only that there were certain places safe to step and others quite the opposite.

Perhaps he walked for hours.
Perhaps he walked for days.
Or perhaps he walked for a year.
But he found something...
A field that brought forth his interest!
Full of blades and things as horrid as he.
And so the reptile entered the land of swords.
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EQUIPMENT: Four lightsabres; Two red (normal), two yellow (club)
INJURIES: None noted yet

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Field of Blades

The field of battle, a canvas for some, a home to others. What they meant to these spirits is irrelevant. Their legacies are what brought them to this place. The desert sands and cracked, rocky surface insufferably hot, the ground littered with legendary blades and weapons of Chaos' own creation. The air is thick with the smell of blood and embers dance across the sky. The heat of the battle fuels this place, its gears and cogs constantly turning churning new blades for new battles. A Dark Side miasma hangs over head compelling all but the strongest of will to fight for an eternity. Spirits of the deceased roam this place in a constant search for battle. Powerful Sith Lords and Dark Jedi renowned for their fighting ability call this plane of Chaos home.

​This Field of Blades has no beginning and no end. Battles rage for eternity. It is their fate to fight and die, to kill and be killed.

For as above, so below.

This is the area that Aeron Kreelan awoke to. A field of blades. An orange cast was in the skies as well as the ground. Where was she?

Her brows would furrow. Slowly she would push herself up onto her feet. She was covered in a thin layer of orange dust. The bright glow of whatever passed as a sun was blinding.

A hand rose to shield her eyes.


Where am I?

 

[Azrael Asura]

LOCATION: Field of Blades
OBJECTIVE: Find a way out of here
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For once he was not alone. Not in the sense he had been for the past wake-day. Here there were others who had yet to lose all of their sanity. People who could, quite possibly, survive this incident. Azrael glanced around cautiously. All four of his red eyes scanned the area, using what little sight they had, searching it with the aid of echolocation. There. Something- or someone- in the distance. Not another sword. No. This was a distinctly humanoid shape. Perhaps a human or a similar species?... There was a distinct possibility that they were a threat. Even to someone like him (a towering lizard with six arms and large, sharp horns). Though, as he had noted earlier, the force seemed lacking here. That gave him an advantage over those who usually relied on it. Of course, he did not know the person he saw, or whether or not they would typically be capable of defeating him in combat. The thought crossed his mind nonetheless.

Quietly he moved towards them, noting a slight shimmering in the distance. Something a far bit past whoever he moved towards.
A way out?... He could only hope so...
{[member="Aeron Kreelan"]}
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EQUIPMENT: Four lightsabres; Two red (normal), two yellow (club)
INJURIES: None noted yet

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Location: The Dunes, still
Gear: Bowcaster, Scattergun
Time: After the slow-pace thread

Round and round. Kelly was... she was not okay with this. She couldn't reach the Force. She was stuck in this gods forsaken desert. She was going round and round. After deciding to not follow the two people whom she believed were mirages after a while, she was following her steps back. As well as she could. She thought she came from this way... Didn't she?

She wanted out of these wastes. She needed to get back to where she recognized the world again. Shaking her head, she overcame one dune, and then another.

Where was she going? Just out of this desert, that was all she knew. Were those people really mirages? Or did she avoid finding a group to travel home with?

Was home still there? Or was this all there was?

It couldn't be. She wasn't going to allow that. Hell, she even wanted to get home to Coren, especially get home to him.

Was that a river up ahead?

 

[Asher]

Location: River of the Dead & The Paths of Choices
Mention: [member="Mira Gyndar"]
Gear: Fists and clothes

Insecurity grew for each continued bob. Wave upon wave the boat slowly instilled a sense of fear in the young boy. There was a limit to when someone could be called adventurous and a kid who was in over his head. Because right now Aton was slowly starting to feel more and more like the latter. Statues passed him by, hooded figures of unknown importance all seemingly eyeing him back from underneath the shadowing hoods of theirs.

He couldn’t sense anything. No dangers or lurking sisters. In fact, the young man couldn’t sense much at all. Was the force gone? All his attempts ended the same way; in a tensed up state that did his head no good.

However, being young and dumb he thought little of it. Ysalimari, perhaps? It seemed as good of an explanation as any. What was important was to not freak out. Kind of like the first time he had climbed perhaps a little too high up his favorite tree. If looking down will not help you then don’t do it. Just carefully retrace your steps until you find yourself on solid ground again.

Not that he had any idea where he was or when or why. He was here and all he’d really need to get out of this was to keep his head cool. It’s what Mira would have done, wasn’t it? Just keep cool and point out the obvious before doing something stupid.

Suddenly the idea of tossing the brush overboard didn’t seem like such a good idea. What if that was the only thing he’d have to remember her by? What if he was stuck?

No, this was just a nightmare. It had had to be one and it’d be supergreat if he woke up right about now.

 

[Keter]

Blood Wastes
[member="Feena Mason"]

"Always Naboo," he laughed, shaking his head and holding his wife close. "I will never understand your love for that world," the blond sighed wistfully before shrugging. "Still, best we return swiftly. Wouldn't want Felicity to get any ideas about power and ruling everything," Keter joked. "She's a bit young for that responsibility..."