Galactic Alliance : The Dawn of Vur Tepe | Social Thread

[Relit Vandal]

The malice, the anger, the hatred. Hints were flowing off this being like parasitic spores dispersed by the wind, attempting to infect anything it touched. Relit had no time for his words, not a care for what intelligence he was capable of producing. The Jedi couldn't sip from this chalice, not with it so heavily tainted. And while Relit was entirely accepting of the concept of redemption, he would save it for those whom desired it or were capable of it. But this Sith...this thing - the Zelosian could sense no sincerity in his words or any intention for change.

Everyone was busy speaking their words and attempting to assuage the purpose of this individual in the Jedi Order. Relit had long moved past it, especially after catching just the slightest sheen of a barrier put in place around the Sith. He merely cupped his hands in front of him, nesting the electrum lightsaber between fingers.

This is not the Grand Republic. This is the Galactic Alliance, not so desperate as to accept help from the serpents tongue. The only way this thing would help them was from behind bars, anger and irritation soaking into the cinder insulation. Redemption had to be sought and earned, not given away as bartering chips for aid.

[member="Vaet"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Audrey Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

“Caution, I advise.” Vaet finally said softly. There was worry made apparent in his expression, but curiously enough it did not stem from the appearance of the Sith Lord in front of them - instead, the Vaetling was concerned for his fellow Jedi and other allies in the room.

Even now it seemed as if some of them had their emotions… shifted. Darker tones in answer to the darkness inherent to Mudrac and that was a dangerous something.

Of course, Vaet was still relatively young. Perhaps what he was sensing was nothing at all, but it did not stop him from worrying about the good men and women that had gathered here today. In a lot of ways this was the last bastion of light, and if they allowed themselves to experience these dark thoughts and dark feelings?

It would be a slippery slope.

“The Darkside… fueled by anger, rage, suffering - no good comes from it.” the Vaetling continued slowly.

“To accept aid from it? Dangerous, potentially lethal. The One Sith we fight, but becoming that which we fight… we cannot.”

[member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Audrey Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]​

 

[Placeholder 04]

Things became pretty clear very quickly. This man didn't want help; he wanted allies for his own benefit. Just another Sith looking for a stepping stone to climb above his brethren. Cyril couldn't hold back the disgusted snarl.

"Perhaps you don't need any help." he spoke, disdain dripping from his words, "Some time to think might do you good. Alone. In a cell." The Jedi Master shook his head. He did not possess Relit's cool nature under pressure, nor was he as sure as the man in armor. He had a tendency to hold out a helping hand, but when that hand was bitten, expecting any kind of decency was asking a bit much.

He stepped back from the commotion, wishing to let the other Masters decide what course to take. This was their business -- he was only a visitor.

"He thinks he can use us," he mumbled to Veino, "Bastard."



[member="Veino Garn"], [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Darth Mudrac"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

A wide grin came over the Sith Lord. He began to dance about clapping with excitement?! " Haha!" He exclaimed as he held out his hands to be cuffed. A what the kark moment.. Yeah. As he waited to be cuffed he lowered his force shield and forced Balthazar to retreat back into his mind.

" What are you waiting for? Take me in. " He added. He had nothing to fear that he didn't already. Emotionally he was at a low but this worked for him. His crime was for being a Sith and that was all. All his life he aimed to study the dark arts and he did to the degree he liked and was satisfied. He did not murder nor kill those innocent, only murder he could be convicted of was of other Sith and that was at the Temple of Pain. Traitor to his own kind and asset to specific members with republic influence.

None of the Jedi or whatever type of ignorant headed lightsiders would understand his choice to allow himself to be turned in. It was just as [member="Sarge Potteiger"] said, The decision was not theirs to make but Nulgaths. Escape was an option that held a risk. Everything held a risk. Darth Mudrac could of very well suddenly surprise everyone with a wild bantha chase. But he didn't.

Coulda. Woulda. Shoulda.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Vaet"]
[member="Relit Vandal"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

(( OOC: I assume im Prisoner to the Galactic Alliance. This is gonna be so fun. ))

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Vaet"] [member="Relit Vandal"]

Sarge grinned, and then cocked his fist back to swing a hammer blow for the Sith's temple. Why? Knock him unconscious. The Sith would be cuffed, of course, and taken to a cell, but Sarge wasn't going to allow him to see any more of this location than he already had. Secrets had to be kept, knowledge need be guarded. This Sith was up to something, but ultimately, Sarge wasn't going to care. Nothing one could truly do from behind bars except try and plot an escape or play a long con 'seduce their interrogator to their side' angle.

Once the man was unconscious, cuffed, or both, Sarge would throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Where's he going?" The armored man didn't know where the cells were around here, but he was going to find out.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Cyril Grayson"]


Veino gave a half-smile at Cyril's commentary. That was true. The Sith did indeed intend to use them, but that would go both ways. It could be arranged to be productive for them and minimize the benefit for the Sith. His willingness to be taken prisoner was a point in his favor although certainly both unexpected and confusing. What was his motive? Veino certainly couldn't make it out quite yet, but he would eventually, once he got through the layers of Dark Side corruption. He leaned over towards Cyril.

"Of course he thinks so. That's how Sith think. It can work both ways though with just a few nudges in the right direction." It should have surprised him that he would think this way, but after a moments thought, he realize that was not the case. He'd spent enough time working with the Underground and sifting through the criminal underworld with Thyria that he had gotten a certain flexibility with whom he would work with and how to use it to his advantage. He had needed to. There were no Jedi or Republic or Protectorate solders to help him out. Just himself, Thyria, and whomever they could find. Some things needed done and who did it mattered less.

That and he had also picked up on what [member="Vaet"] had sensed. There were darker emotions at play in this interaction. Dangerous ones that clouded judgement and prevented clear and rational thinking. They walked a knife's edge in this event and things were unbalanced. It was not even a truly stressful one. Hopefully that crack would not become a fault line. Emotions were not evil, even the darker ones, but they were a siren's song that needed managed and carefully channeled. Stillness was the power of the Light and different kinds of emotions could lead to different kinds stillness. What he had been sensing was not a stillness forged in anger, righteous or otherwise, it was a gathering stormcloud. That was not a good one.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

It had taken some time, but word had eventually reached Tiland, out beyond the Eastern edge of the galaxy, of a new Alliance. A Galactic Alliance, composed of those who would stand against the darkness and a New Jedi Order without the rigidity of the old. Perhaps he would belong there. Rumor had it that many Masters of the Force from the fringes of the galaxy had flocked to its banner. That was enough to pique his curiosity, so he had traveled and hitchhiked across the galaxy to arrive and visit them here on Sullust.

So he walked slowly into the gathering, leaning on his quarterstaff to watch as events unfolded around Darth Mudrac, whom Tiland could sense through the Force like a carcass in the middle of a garden. But still, something deep inside yearned for that corruption, that cold shadow. Tiland took a deep breath. So many powerful beings here. He could almost taste them and his nose quivered as the tendrils longed to break free from their scar-encased prisons.

No, that would not be his fate. Nor would it be his lifestyle choices. He took a deep breath again, reaching out into the Force, and wrapping himself in its comfort. Like a blanket it was, and not at all like what he had experienced on his homeworld, from what little he remembered of it. No, it was time for him to move away from here. He had heard they had excellent gardens here.

Away he went, past the gathered crowd of intimidating figures and towards where he sensed the growing of greenery. He would recuperate there before speaking to those nearby. It was strange to find such green things below the surface of such an angry world. It was like his own in that way.

He paused at the entrance to the gardens, feeling the presence of the plants leech away his tension from the surrounding crowds. Now this was better. He hurried his pace, staff banging on the ground beside him as he vanished within the greenery.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

They didn't keep cells in the Jedi academy itself. They never would. It would be akin to a university having a prison wing. However, today's antics had pointed out the need for more effective security at the entrances. There would younglings here and vulnerable padawans after all. Jacen didn't relish the thought of a shuttle journey with a potentially unhinged Sith. It needed to be done.

"The New Jedi Order Temple has facilities for this," he told [member="Sarge Potteiger"]. They really did. An underground complex had been created for housing dark artefacts and prisoners. Each cell was suspended in a magma chamber, with just a smooth circular tunnel back to the surface. Any attempt to escape and the chamber could be flooded with magma in moments. One of their tunnels even had a set of doors and a complex series of fields that enable objects to be dropped directly into the magma flow. Any dark artefacts that needed to be destroyed could be released. If three thousand degrees and the intense pressure of the mantle didn't destroy any artefact, it was liable to leave it irrecoverable at least.

Jacen didn't know it, but he would soon be getting an up close view of those cells himself.



([member="Darth Mudrac"] new thread?)

 

[Darth Assimilus]

As the large armored man approached the Sith Lord could only ponder what was going to happen next. *Whack!* The sound from the blow that made contact with Nulgaths temple was cringe worthy. Falling back and landing on his butt the Epicanthix groaned looking up at [member="Sarge Potteiger"]. Dazed, stunned and stubbornly resisting his own body telling him to stay down the Sith groaned. He was stronger than he looked.

" Was that..." Nulgath's eyes suddenly rolled to the back of his head and his body went limp as he fell unconscious. He thought he was stronger... Perhaps a doubt in his decision that came from a wiser part caused his last minute resistance?? It did not matter now. What was done was done. Soon he would be some where else.

(([member="Jacen Voidstalker"] Yeah, but feel free to continue this one as well))

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Relit Vandal"]


OOC/ Let's go back to the social side of the thread shall we!

Some time later after the Sith had been safely deposited in his cell, Jacen returned to the main gathering at the academy. After all the tension of the day, he had a mind to find the hot springs that he heard had been constructed somewhere near the gardens. He was also intending to catch up with Cyril and Relit. After their mad charge through a Sith Temple to retrieve the dark artifact, he had perhaps not fully expressed his gratitude for keeping him in one piece.

For now, however, he turned to the armour clad figure, extending a hand. "My thanks for the intervention back there," he said. "I'm Jacen Voidstalker by the way, I don't think I caught a name."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

The armored figure cloaked in terentatek hide simply regarded the man from behind his visor, massive gauntlet moving to shake the [apparently] smaller man's hand. "My name is Sarge." It was a brief, short introduction, not because he expected the man to know who he was, but simply because that was how he had always introduced himself. Nickname, no last name. People need not know much about him. Though of course, now, he was many things.

Lord Protector. Hypermurder Expert. Jedi Master - former. Most decorated soldier in the Protectorate.

But at the end of the day he cared little for any of that. He simply was. That was enough for him. "An honor, Mister Voidstalker."

 

[Adele Adonai]

First impressions were always everything.

Master Varek, Housemaster of the Sullust Satellite Jedi Academy knew this well.

At over three meters in height, there was no avoiding the double takes nor the pointed glances whenever he would walk through. It wasn't just the height you see, not for the Maelibus. Broad of chest and adorned with four vast horns, with thick cerulean plated skin over his muscular body, there was a rippling strength there that the majority of observers would be apprehensive about.

The Galaxy had its prejudices for his kind, he could not fault them. But the softspoken Housemaster's demonic looks would be softened by the attention of creatures that would follow the enormous beast. Birds would perch upon his horns and over his broad shoulders. There they would chirp and sing into his ear, and he in turn would talk to them. For those who knew the Master Alchemist and metallurgist, they would say he was definitely born into his craft. The vast strength within his arms would be cast upon the forge day in and day out, only ceasing when he would return to the Atrium and the gardens to tend to his orchids.

A contemplative furrow of his thick brow would gaze beyond the departing small crowd with the Dark Force user. As long as there were no danger to his students and his guests, the Maelibus would quietly observe without intervention.

For now, he was interested to see if there were new students or masters seeking each other. Perhaps he could aid in that search.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Once the Sith was dealt with, in the most wussy-Jedi way as possible, Coren nodded. His armor was no where near that of [member="Sarge Potteiger"], but also, Coren didn’t need to wear it everywhere. Maybe Sarge was Master Chief. Or Darth Vader of the military. The man was eavesdropping and watching [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. That was a Jedi to watch.

Still, once the situation was done, he turned back to [member="Audrey Starchaser"]. “Well, its all good now.” He grinned.

Time to be social?

 

[Audrey Starchaser]

Well that was pretty exciting. Not only was she reunited with Uncle Coren, but she saw a Sith get clocked, which was the best thing ever. It was lucky that there wasn't food at this shindig, because Audrey tended to eat her feelings really badly, just shoving food in her mouth hole like it was going out of style. It was kind of embarrassing, although she was really cute, so she could generally get away with overeating or murder.

Audrey grinned back at her Uncle, and then poked him in the chest playfully.

"I dare you to teach me how to fly, Starchaser." she said, with a quirk of her dark brow. Whatever genetic anomaly allowed Audrey to be fairly decent with the Force was also a fickle mistress. She was a dangerously bad pilot with a horrible sense of direction, and generally made flight instructors cry.

But Coren was like, the best pilot in the galaxy or something. If anyone could help her earn her wings it was her Uncle. Audrey batted her big blue eyes at him in a pleading expression.

She was going to need a Master to help train up her Force powers, too. Maybe Rhino Guy could teach her a thing or two. He seemed like kind of a bad ass.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

[member="Adele Adonai"]

Another day, another order... Really she wasn't sure on some of the things while her attention was on the area with all of them. She had come here to learn what she could about healing and defense which after learning from Corvus how to protect herself was nice but her master had been a newly promoted knight and looking back she feared neither had been ready... but then Feena had been willing to teach her healing and now she was off Naboo and here. Walking with the ballistic shield on her arm still and her training saber on her hip. She was hoping to get one of the healers as her master while moving forward and bowing in respect.

 

[Adele Adonai]

[member="Elphaba nic Arose"]

A'dele would spot the young brunette as she gave a deep bow. Quietly, the Iridonian woman would study her, letting her pale blue eyes take in the features. She saw the armor, the ballistic shield on her arm, but more importantly, she would study the aura of the young woman. What sort of character did she have? What were her goals? A dozen questions went through her mind until finally, she spoke.

"Greetings." A'dele said, giving a respectful bow in turn. "I am Jedi Knight A'dele Adonnai." she introduced her self to the woman. "What is it that you seek?" came her subsequent question. By all intents and purposes, the Jedi Knight gave off a rather calm and quiet demeanor. She was part of the Circle of Healers and one of the professors to stop by the Jedi Academy at it's unveiling. She now served the New Jedi Order and had yet to take on a padawan since her last. However, she was always willing to teach to those that would listen.

 

[Kahne Porte]

"I'm not sure, apparently they just arrested him and he's in a holding cell now."

"That's crazy!"

"Well we've seen crazier things happen in the last thousand years."

Kahne raised the small cup to his lips and took a small sip of water and lowered it down to his side as he walked past the few Jedi that were gossiping about what had happened here recently. Kahne had been late on such a matter given he had surrendered himself to his dreams and was asleep for some time. Kahne couldn't help but be astonished and quite pleased with what he had seen in the last few weeks. Much had changed in a short amount of time and he would do everything in his power to make sure he wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. The gardens were always quite a peaceful place for him, much to his liking as he observed a few that were here doing their own thing. The Jedi was still at war with himself trying to piece together his lost history and memories. This was the perfect place for it as he took a seat on the marble bench, raising the cup to his mouth to finish drinking and then set it down to his side.

Kahne took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, trying, sensing. Something was there and it would take time, he was tapping on the door and he wouldn't gain that part of him back until he knocked that door down. Images, milliseconds of events and details playing out in his mind.

He had nothing but time.

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

[member="Adele Adonai"]

Standing in there now she could feel it with the force along her skin when she heard a voice turning her head. She looked at the woman and walking forward as she bowed clasping her hands in front of her waist. "I am here seeking healers, the republic and the silvers healers have disappeared." She raised a hand to nervously move her hair out of her face looking at the others ones there. "I just wasn't sure where else to get them with my previous masters death, Master Mason tried to teach me as much as she could."

 

[Adele Adonai]

[member="Elphaba nic Arose"]

Ice blue eyes would give a slow blink at the young brunette. They would appraise the young woman, feel through the Force what snippets of information she could find. There was sorrow there, as there was a need. A searching.

A'dele gave a nod.

"What manner of training have you been exposed to already?" she asked, wanting to know first of all what her background contained.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Kahne Porte"]

"Pleasure to meet you," Jacen said. With no surname provided he was unaware of the real identity of the man he spoke to. A wry smile cross his lips. "I thoroughly enjoyed that swing by the way, dropped him like a sack of kark."

Then he raised his voice slightly, trying to draw nearby Jedi into the conversation, particularly those newcomers who looked be used by events.

"Can't believe a Sith just strolled in, bold as brass."