Flashpoint: Tython

[Jairus Starvald]

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TYTHON​

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The planet of the Force was ravaged by war.

Since the destruction of the Galactic Alliance at the hands of the Sith Empire its territory was cut up. Despots and dictators ruling with iron fists, propped up and supported by the Empire in name (and sometimes in action). Tython was no different in this sense. Imperials fighting to carve the world up into their own personal fiefdoms. It was this division in loyalties that allowed the Tython Command to be established.

A counter-imperial insurgency of former Alliance personnel.

From one day to the next it became a two-front war.

Neither party expected a third one to establish themselves mere weeks later. The Lords of Light. This only cemented the endless nature of the conflict. Suddenly three parties vied for control over the world. Imperials fought against both the Tython Command and the Lords of Light. The latter two... did not mix well. No direct confrontations, but their goals were at odds with each other.

One vying to restore the Alliance and reestablish its values.

The other? Wanting to burn the Darkside off the face of the Galaxy. Through any means, doing whatever it took.

Skirmishes are fought between the rolling hills of the world. Within its forests. On its mountains. In the air and space. This was a conflict not easily resolved. One... which was slowly attracting other forms of attention.

Privateers and soldiers of fortune, peddling their services to one of the sides. Not caring about the conflict itself. Just interested in the opportunity to make more money. Smugglers supplying the deadlocked organizations with whatever they need. Bounty Hunters head-hunting new marks, as leaders were established and sentenced to the hunting season. All out war was profitable to many people, no?

Who knows which side will win.

The longer it goes? The more fraught Tython's fate becomes.

Make your mark.

 

[Kida Tillian]

Vur Tepe

Talanis steepled his fingers as he studied the tactical and strategic displays concerning Tython. Between Tython Command, his own Lords, and the accursed imperials, the planet had descended into madness. But then, such was always the case in the eternal war between Light and Dark.

Yet the armies were too scattered and disorganized to accomplish anything significant. The Lords of Light had already gained a reputation for doing whatever it took to defeat the Dark Side. Perhaps it was time to do something even more drastic than any had expected from them. Perhaps it was time to forge an alliance with Tython Command to drive the Imperials off the world.

While they had the automated fleet and battalions of Jedi Crusaders, Tython Command had more traditional soldiers and resources. Talanis had gathered many of the scattered Alliance forces in the early days of the war, but the rest had proved more resistant to his attempts.

They were weak. Blinded by their political ideology. Politics and governments were irrelevant. They were but temporary tools. Even the Jedi and Sith were nothing more than tools. The true conflict was the purest war. One between Light and Dark. When it came down to the truest nature, nothing but the Light mattered.

And Talanis had been chosen by the Light to bring its cleansing flame to the galaxy through whatever means necessary. Even that of making inconvenient alliances.

He turned from the displays and began drafting a message to send the Tython Command leaders. He would see Tython cleansed of the Dark and the Sith.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel could feel the Force on the world. He had been waiting to strike and yet the Jedi thought that by making a stand on Tython it would make a difference. They were wrong so very wrong. They could number in the thousands and they still wouldn't be able to stop the darkness. Kyrel stood on the barren surface. The world ravaged by thousands of years of conflict that it wasn't the same tranquil world it used to be. All that it was was nothing more than a shadow of what it used to be.

He stood with a detachment of Imperial Sympathizers. An almost cult like group to which had long believed in the old ways herald by the Empires of Old. Now wishing to serve both the Sith and the First Order. One of them asked Kyrel. "Sir what is the plan." To which Kyrel looked and spoke with a dark growl in his tone as he stared at the temple to which he hoped would hold a fight worthy of his time. "The plan is to crush the Jedi nothing more. Nothing less. We must make an example."

He said transmitting his dark aura like a transmission. Vaders Bane dangled to the side of his belt. As he let the enemy know he was coming for them. The march to the temple began.

 

[Tamara Wren]

They had arrived the night before. There weren't many of them, but that hardly seemed to matter. The Sith Empire had called upon [member="Ronan Vizsla"] and the A'lor had sent his answer with his daughter.

The Sith's staging grounds were far back from the front lines of the war. Well, some of them. Not a week before this encampment had been hit by.... honestly Tamara didn't know what or who, and she hadn't asked. Someone had. The burnt out hull of a gunship had been hauled to the side, the raw wound in the earth where it had plowed through several speeders and a medical tent could still be seen.

Accident or deliberate? No one knew. The war has shifted, changed. Previous rules of engagement across the galaxy had protected those who healed, regardless of the side they were on. But that had slowly eroded in the fight between the Alliance and the First Order....

And then been shattered when the Sith had gone to Thyferra.

The rules had changed it seemed, but not for the Mando'a.

Sitting on a crate in the back of one of the transports, Tamara Wren inspected her bow. Helmet off on the crate beside her, she went over it, inch by inch, a small tool in her left hand that lit up, red to yellow to green, as she went and made minute adjustments. Along with [member="Ravik Munin"] and [member="Hiron Vizsla"], they traveled with several squads of Legionaries.

When they had first arrived, someone, a Captain she thought, had tried to order them into the Imperial formation.... it had not gone well for them. The Mandalorians were not leaders of Sith troopers.... but neither were they followers of the brass. She had made it crystal clear that they would do what was asked of them in a broader fashion, but that they would follow no orders.

She looked up from her work as the other two headed back in her direction. The Legionaries and the Mandos for the most part were ignoring each other and Tam was perfectly fine with that.

"Everything alright?" She asked, eyebrows arching up.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Tamara Wren"] [member="Ravik Munin"]

The Black Hand moved silently through the night.

He wasn't part of it now, but Hiron knew they were on Tython as well. Spreading chaos, destruction, pulling attention away from other critical operations. His friend was running it. He knew what to do. In the meantime there wasn't much else to do than... wait.

Wait until they arrived.

"Yuh. Fine. Bored tho." Hiron was reading a magazine in the meantime. Gunrunners Weekly. It highlighted new weapon platforms and the sort with each new posting

"You have checked over that bow like... what... six times by now?" Clearly Hir found that amusing. He glanced back down to the magazine. Ugh. It had engine grease on the cover. Trying as carefully as possible Hiron began wiping it off.

"Ugh. Shouldn't have brought the collector's edition here."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

JEDI TEMPLE RUINS​

Do not forget, I am with you always.

Lord Valerius opened his eyes.

"Yes, my master."

Leaning against Damocles for support, he rose from his communion with the Light on bended knee. The Jedi crusader towered over his legions as he watched them hastily reinforce blast marked fortifications on the perimeter of their encampment. All out war raged across Tython's continents, dozens of theaters and scores of skirmishes were ongoing at any given time, but Titus and his Oathsworn were dug in all across the ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple. The regent lord could not help but contemplate the Force's subtle ironies.

When the New Jedi Order fell, he had been a guardian of this very temple. Since that fateful day, the likes of [member="Talanis Long"] and Lord Amroth had shaped him into something far greater. As the rest of the Core burned all around them, languishing in the throes of a tyrannical and callous One Sith reborn, those left on Tython and others who had felt the call hereafter had immediately begun to prepare. To grow stronger. If Valerius had learned anything after decades of endless war, it was that the Sith simply would not be relegated to the shadows.

And so, the shadow itself must be excised. For the sake of a greater good, they could no longer afford the luxury of mercy.

"My lord!" one of his armsmen called down to him from his position above on lookout, "They come again!"

Titus nodded wearily, all sense of doubt long since burned away in the fires of righteousness. His light-shield shimmered back to life as he ripped Damocles from the earth.

"So be it."

[member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Hiron Vizsla"]​

 

[Aristotle Tater]

The planet was in chaos.

Norte, for one, aimed to keep it that way.

For the moment, she was employed by the Lords of Light.

LoL.

That was not lost on her though she suspected her current 'employers' would miss the joke.

She took their money, sure. But they didn't own her loyalty. It was a particularly droll sort of joke for her. She only fought for those that worked toward Azimuth's particular ends. Who that was at any given time? Well that depended. Today, it was the crazy arse Jedi going up against an established Empire.

Tomorrow?

Who knew.

It all depended on the ebb and flow of the galaxy. Who held the control and what they did with it. Authoritarian regimes were only good and fun on their way up and on their way down. The Sith Empire was at that center plateau that instead made them problematic. A normal part of the cycle to be sure but also the most irritating.

Not the messiest part though. That was for sure.

For now, she killed for the Jedi. For the 'Light.' That also amused the crap out of her. Ah, it was a good day to be in this line of work, that was for sure. So many people who wanted other people dead and were willing to pay well for it. The money, in truth, was secondary. But it was a very nice secondary.

Old City​

Tython​

How one of the hottest beds of fighting had centered here, Norte couldn't fathom. But somehow, this was one of the hotly contested zones of this three way war. Perhaps there was something here she was missing. Or maybe it was just a complete accident of fate.

But the forces of each side had been throwing themselves into each other's maws here for at least two weeks and the abandoned city was now more like a charnel house. Ancient ziggurats, standing for thousands of years, had been turned into rubble. Dead tainted the thin trickle of water that still filtered through the canals. It was a meat grinder, no mistake.

There would be no winners or losers here. Just the dead and those who survived.

Norte was holed up, checking her gear. Certain things were running low, but she wasn't too fussed about that. There were plenty of places (bodies) she could pick up a spare power pack or ration bar from. But before she went back to her roost, sniper rifle over her shoulder, she'd have to go to the store, so to speak.

Repacking her satchel, she shifted, armored form disengaging from the shadows and getting a move on.

Sith weren't going to kill themselves after all.

 

[Adenn Munin]

The thrill of combat called him, and he anticipated for it.

Sadly, however, he would have to wait for it as he had his orders. A younger version of himself would've gone out his way and find someone to fight, appease his heart and soul until a victor emerged. But those times were when he was a mere orphan, times he detested. He was raw and untrained which were corrected by his adopted father, helping Ravik refine himself into something more.

His discipline kept him check, but the anticipation itched him.

His mood was like Hiron's.

"Yes, extremely bored," he exclaimed in all honesty. Ravik wasn't one to hold on to his opinions, even if they weren't accepted.

He sat idly, arms crossed with his helmet off. His face looked bored too, only sparking up in excitement when seeing a Sith-Imperial Legionnaire. Some officer was brave enough to order them around, only realizing that was a mistake. No conflict started, though Ravik couldn't deny his wishes of one happening. Allies they were, but that was it. Their hearts weren't pledged to the Dark Lord, only to Clan and House.

He looked from Tam checking her bow for the...what, sixth time? Seventh? Couldn't tell for sure, just pick some random number.

His eyes went to Hiron who seemed to be reading some sort of arms magazine. Reading, hmph.

"Why not do something else more productive, Hiron?"

Surely there was something else better than that.

[member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Hiron Vizsla"]​

 

[Corey's OOC]

The light side was a power that many thought they understood, but so many were afraid to enforce. The power of the light, of ashla, was just as far reaching as the dark, as the Sith magicks. But that was what separated Ibene from the rest of his former New Jedi Order. The Order founded by Omai Rhen, Coren Starchaser, and many other followers of the Light. They only understood a facet of it. He had come to Tython while Starchaser, a mentor at the time, had dove headlong into the fight against the Sith at Coruscant. Wishing to secure the knowledge of the ancient Jedi homeworld, the Chiss was met with trials and challenges, fighting back the dark side.

And that was when he found himself with the Lords of Light. A group that, to the Chiss, made Starchaser feel tame and toned down. He could see where the Alliance was true, but they were pulling their punches, and it was not being helpful to the galaxy as a whole. The Sith were every where, the darkness encroaching. And the Light was just as powerful. Having spent time since the fall, and working his best to bring the followers of the Lords that were under his command, into step with Tython Command, the Chiss was studying, ever diligently, the extent of what he was capable.

Upon the battlefield, Ibene had noticed the elder Master, [member="Titus Valerius"]. He nodded and strapped the mace – Lightbringer – to his back. Concentrating, the mystic of the light side was calling upon the power within himself and the very planet to bolster the drive of the men under Valerius, and those that were part of his division were beginning to feel more focused, more concentrated.

A deep breath. And concentrating again. He could feel the darkness out there.

 

[Ay Ge]

The gurgling sound of blood rising from a persons throat, choking the last glimmers of life sounded into the ears of Ay as she slitted the throat of another Imperial officer. "Target down, moving to next objective". She was note talking to anyone specifically more just a verbal not to herself before once more slipping into the shadows that was the dense jungle area of Tython.

It had been a rather strange occurrence for the emotinles super solider. She had originally come to the planet under the guise of the 'foundation' to look into some of the native beast on the planet and their apparent connection to the force and if possible recover a few. Unfortunately her little expedition had seemed to have been tied up with the sudden planetary civil war, the First Order and Sith were certainly getting very bold in their nature.

As such some sort of 'side' had to be taken in this conflict and what better side then the Jedi. At least after the battle was all done and won they'd not take her back to some lab and try to dissect her for information. Though first things first sh'd need to get to the temple and make her intentions clear for the defending Jedi members, or she could sneak in the back and just appear when needed. Perhaps putting that Jedi outfit and newly constructed saber would help, with all that was going one it would be hard for the defenders to notice one new 'Jedi' among their ranks.

[member="Ibene"] [member="Titus Valerius"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Bushi Madoka 'Madi'​

OLD CITY​

[member="Norte"]​

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The smell was the worst part of it.

Not the ruined bodies (how odd when the Too Bigs could be dismantled into their very fundamentals... from there they didn't look much larger than any old Nezumi). Not the blood seeping down and mixing with sand, dirt and other waste. Not even the sad cries of the humans. No. The smell. His mask filter had broken three days into the battlefield. Trying to scrounge up enough small parts to fix it had proven... unrealistic. At least his small gloves (so proud of them, made himself!) were still okay.

Kept his fur clean.

With grace and dignity Madi leaped over another large canyon. It was just the difference between two ruined shelves, but. Still. They had fallen to the opposite sides! Still impressive. If he did say so himself. And he did. Often. Plenty and much, thank you very much.

Ears wrinkled as a sound reached him.

The sensor in his goggles beeped. There was a human nearby. He immediately scampered up onto another shelf, then a second one. Following the beat of the sensor. It was faulty too. Of course. But that didn't mean it wasn't still functional! It took him forever to maneuver around the broken stairs and the ruined walls. Using the grapple hook where needed. As Madi climbed over the ledge- BLINK BLINK. Straight in the face of the too big and holy hell she was tooooo biiiig.

He immediately tried to scramble away back into the shadows, a little nook here and there, hoping she hadn't seen him yet.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Ravik Munin"] | [member="Tamara Wren"]

He glanced up from over the edge of his magazine.

His own helmet was still resting easily at the corner of the crate. "More productive? You will have to hold your own pecker, I am afraid." Hiron glanced on over to Tamara. Grinned to himself. Then went right back into the pages of the magazine. Honestly. He liked this. The years of roaming the Galaxy by himself had taken its toll. Loneliness was one hell of a depressant. It probably shouldn't have surprised him, just how much he had lost himself during those years.

Sinking deeper and deeper into the bloody frenzies.

Still prone to it.

But... less so, unless necessary.

"So, Tam, what are we targeting this time around?" Right now his attention seemed to be mostly on the pages. But. The tilt of his head showed he was listening. For now anyway. That could change any one moment and then some. Before Tamara could reply tho- "We have identified several structures seemingly operated by the Lords. One is a temple. That is where we are heading right now." The owner of the voice? One of those aforementioned legionnaires that seemed to hold more brawn than brain.

Hiron looked up finally.

Brows furrowed and about to say something, when-

Their transport suddenly veered to the side. Hard and abrupt enough that it send Hiron off the crate and to the floor. "AIR IS LIVE PEOPLE, HOLD ONTO YA ARSE."

Just like that the infamous Imperial discipline washed away. Flak and point-defense systems could do that to a man, nothing to worry about.

[member="Ibene"] | [member="Titus Valerius"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Arcane Syn NPCs]

War was always a great cover for clandestine operations. At the direction of the Lady of Secrets, several agents of the Order of Shadows had slipped onto the now stalemated wartorn planet of Tython. Under the command of one of her Paradox Adepts, a Togruta Sith Master known as Velora Gyto or Darth Venatrix, they had been dispatched to collect more samples of the Flesh Raiders. During the New Jedi Order's mission to the world, before the Galactic Alliance had been broken by her Master, Taeli Raaf had begun a study of the Flesh Raiders and their elixir.

Now... now she wanted to continue that research.

Crouched on a ridge that overlooked the Tythos Valley, Velora could feel her blood calling, to go and engage the hated Jedi in a glorious hunt. But those were not her orders, and her Master would know if she and the small force under her command deviated. She was stuck fighting and hunting Flesh Raiders, raiding their shamans to collect the vats that contained the desired black ichor. Let the Mandalorians and Children of the New Order fight these new Lords of Light.

She sneered as the Flesh Raider shaman they had been tracking and its two bodyguards appeared. Too easy. More corpses and elixir for her Master.

 

[Tamara Wren]

"Twice," she answered, sounding a little confused. Missing that he was deliberately messing with her.

She snorted at Hiron's rejoiner to Ravik, but didn't look up from what she was doing.

"We'll get there soon enough," she answered to both of them, internally rolling her eyes. Impatient. It would be good for them to wait a whole half hour.

"Reinforcing Sith troops at an abandoned city," she answered, feeling like she was explaining it for the tenth time. But Tamara was patient and even, it was one of the traits that made her good at dealing with people like these two.

"We'll be landing to the west of the city. Probably in about another...." she paused, checking her chrono. "Forty minutes. Urban function, it's why I sent the others elsewhere." She knew the skills of the people who had come with them, and they were the best choices for this particular need of the Empire.

"We should probably-"

Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by the sudden red flashing proximity alarms blaring through the hold. She had just enough time to grab her helmet before the first of the shots sensors had picked up and activated the alarms for hit the side of the ship.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered just why the hell the pilot's had taken them so close to something big enough to put a hole in the ship. But that part was largely silenced by the sensation of falling as the ship careened wildly in the air. Unlike the Sith Troopers, the trio of mandalorians wasn't strapped into the crash webbing. The ship tilted at an even more extreme angle.

Tam could have held on- if she'd been willing to let go of either her helmet or her bow. Instead she and the crate she'd been sitting on went careening across the floor. Ravik went with her, though Hiron managed to get his hand wrapped into the crash webbing in time. She got a glimpse of Hiron's expression right before the magazine he dropped slapped her in the face and she was suddenly out in open air.

Falling.

[member="Ravik Munin"] [member="Hiron Vizsla"] [member="Titus Valerius"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Michael Sardun"]

 

[Aristotle Tater]

Old City​

[member="Sundry"]​

Proximity alert blipped in the corner of her HUD. Nothing to be particularly alarmed about, whatever it was it was small. Just big enough to set the alert off, which was set to trigger for anything that was a bit smaller than the average grenade. But the way it moved was anomalous and the suit tagged it as some sort of small animal. Nothing to worry about, easy to dismiss.

Norte shifted through the room on her way to the stairwell. The building she was in was connected through the basement to several other in the vicinity, and she intended to use that network to stay off of the streets as much as possible while she traveled. Pop up, grab some supplies, melt away again. She was expecting a call from someone in command sometime soon, but in this kind of war she wasn't expecting it on any sort of schedule.

Turning a corner, she started down the stairs, careful. Even though they were stone, they were brittle and well worn, with rather larger chunks taken from them in an earlier era. She was watching her step when the proximity alarm brought her face up again.

Behind the helmet, Norte blinked.

"Big mouse."

Words came without thought, but echoed only in her helmet. She didn't have the outside line on for just such reasons.

Wait.

It had been wearing.... goggles.

"Huh."

With a blink, she switched on the line. Her voice came through as she stepped closer to the shadows, peering into them.

"Hey, not going to hurt you, wanna come on out?"

Okay so the first was a lie. Well, she probably wouldn't hurt it. Mostly that depended on if she had any reason to think it would give away her position.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Bushi Madoka 'Madi'​

OLD CITY​

[member="Norte"]​

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It was silent for a little while.

Somewhere in the shadows she would just be able to make out the figure of the mouse. Scurrying about. Still trying to find an angle, where she wouldn't see him. It wasn't... very successful truth to be told. Madi didn't want to take the risk and burst out of there, before knowing the lay of the land though. So. Carefully, cautiously, a wrinkling nose rounded the loop of some ruined furniture. It sniffed a bit. A smol paw added itself there, before Norte could make out the even smaller goggles.

They were looking right at her.

"Cross your heart and hope to die?" Madi squeaked carefully as he studied her from the safety of the broken shelf. Clan Bushi took oaths very seriously. You did not lie. Because your word meant the world and if nobody could trust you?

You had no place on the Nest-ship.

Even though the Too Bigs were too large, he couldn't truly imagine one of them would lie so brazenly, right?

That would be absolutely insane.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

JEDI TEMPLE RUINS ​

[member="Titus Valerius"] | [member="Ibene"]​

The ways of the Light were strange indeed.

There was nothing special about these particular ruins. They didn't hold any hidden wisdom, didn't contain Je'daii treasure or anything else of the sort. It wasn't a particularly strategic position on Tython either. But, one way or another, the Force pulled on all of them. Whispering to some, ordering to others, revealing the way that led them here. To this demolished symbol of former power. Wasn't this the perfect analogy to this entire conflict as well?

The Jedi besieged.

Protecting that which was ruined already.

The Sith and others marching against them with confidence.

Maybe that was the purpose of this place. To remind them. Just how bleak their battle was, so they would never let that light blind their eyes. To keep it at their back, warming their shoulders, while others were blinded by it in turn. Sardun only knew one thing- he had arrived just in time. The Band flowed in through hastily opened divergences in the battle lines. Allowing some measure of reinforcements to come to the Oathsworn. "Where is Valerius?"

Sardun's voice rang out through the courtyard.

In the meantime the Band already stood side by side. They had their disagreements. But. In the Light they were all one. Of this Sardun was certain.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Ravik Munin"] | [member="Ay Ge"]

 

[Mother Askani]

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Tython...
Jedi Temple Ruins

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The rust in her skin shone with reflected highlights, magnified by the exotic pigment elsewhere. The gentle give of a pivot spared her the time to turn and pull the sights of the source of subtle stray barks and low growls; she understood them better than most. They were her people. However, in place of boisterous barks came a repetitive chant; and in place of the determined shuffling of bare feet came the cadence of sandaled troops. A murmur of confusion swept through the heretic crowd. It took one hand...and a spare finger; silence befell the group.

The dark void in her eye projected the amphibious figures, and multi-colored humanoids that would make up her detail.

She'd come to Tython, her first real sighting in the shifting galaxy in years since she'd feigned her death. She took on the pain of all those she'd sought to protect now...she did because she could, because she'd been here before; Had she really left?

All those she coveted sought their redemption, and it burned fiercely within them; she wanted to hone it for the greater good.

She lead her Kure'aii to Tython, beings forged from scars let on by the Empire and those institutions before it. The band made up of Jungle Felucians, Voss, and Ithorians who all sought refuge under her protection after her years of service as a Jedi. She'd promise to lead them on this incursion in order for them to reach redemption after having been casts from their own worlds...

This was a first of many steps on a long journey...

[member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Titus Valerius"] | [member="Talanis Long"] | [member="Ibene"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Ibene had been working as hard as he could lately. And that meant a lot of studies. Lightbringer was strapped to his back and the man was assisting [member="Titus Valerius"] and his team. While Ibene was as big a supporter of the Lords of Light as others, the mystic was just that, a mystic and wanderer. He was working to bring the truth of Ashla to the galaxy, and the tomes that were delivered by Starchaser and Elko’s expedition to the temple that they had found. More information about alchemy, imbuement, and the use of Force Light.

The Jedi Knight was part of the former New Jedi Order, and the Consulars who had approached the Lords of Light from the defunct force Order. A team that was calling themselves Mystica Auderem. Wandering Mystics. Jedi Consulars who were assisting the rest of the Lords with their knowledge of the Force, and the light side. Ranged artillery for the melee combatants, assistance that the war needed.

After warming the Force and working to bolster the Forces, he had fallen into another vein, he needed to prepare. The darkness was out there, waiting. Pulling on the Force, and the Light, Ibene was concentrating, focusing, and looking ahead. He could see the dark siders, and a phalanx of the local Tython dark side. Moving his hands, the light was glowing from him, and then the Chiss pushed it forward.

The ball flew ahead and hit the dark siders, exploding in Force light on contact.

"Darkness approaches."

[member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Norte"] | [member="Hiron Vizsla"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Titus Valerius"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

TEMPLE RUINS COURTYARD​

[member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Ibene"]​

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"Where is Valerius?"

The Regent Lord leapt down from what was left of a second story balcony walkway, handling such heights as if it was merely a short hop down. He landed only a few meters away from his newfound comrade and equal. Titus did not know if the lord commander of the Silik had been on Tython when the Core fell into shadow or not, in truth he had never thought to ask. Their old lives no longer mattered, they had both been reborn in the purity of their faith in the awesome power of the Light.

"Lord Sardun," his voice resonated, every bit as powerful as the man to which it belonged, "By the twin suns, it is good to see you still live."

Their legions were spread out across continents, each week a new frontline seemed to emerge as their warbands traded with the Sith in lives and in positions. There had been fighting on Tython for so long now, that there were hardly seemed any more use for banners and uniforms. There were only two sides now. The Light, and the Dark. Neither would rest until they had wiped the other off of Tython and out of existence.

"The Temple will not fall," Titus announced proudly, his eyes fixed on Michael but speaking loudly enough so that all could hear, "Oathsworn have held this sacred ground for days now, the shield generator we installed has drawn the Enemy like moths to a flame."

Raising Damocles in a single hand, he held it aloft with its tip pointed at his fellow Jedi Lord's center mass.

"My scouts tell me a fresh wave approaches. Will you stand with us?"

Valerius could already see Silik warriors taking up positions alongside Oathsworn knights throughout the temple. Among them the knight [member="Ibene"], who had always stood apart from his Dawnforged but remained a fearless warrior and steadfast companion in his service. The Chiss was currently overseeing their hastily constructed 'battlements', raining down holy destruction on their encroaching attackers with Force light and energy bows.

His eyes then drifted over the disguised [member="Ay Ge"], and although the gaze of the Regent Lord seemed to linger upon her form for one terrible moment, his gaze finally drifted back towards Sardun apparently none the wiser of the imposter in their midst.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Ravik Munin"]​