She who lives as The Sword, dies as The Sword.

[Spirit of Patience]

Lords of The Fringe Space...​

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The biology of the clone was very complex. She’d been created from the blood of another with tiny, microscopic strands of detail that were expanded to an exact visual replica. Every curve dipped the same as the prior Grandmaster, her muscles just as taut and capable if not more refined for her training was singularly focused and not derailed by political exercises she’d heard so much about. The information she had on her biologic origin was limited, but she knew the woman was the polar opposite of what C’sami herself had been created to be. Kiskla Grayson was a paragon of the light, and drastic in her decision making. C’sami was a shadow of a shadow, and didn’t create her own ideas. In regards to looks, the only physical discrepancy was C’sami’s pale hair, and crimson irises, and the lack of the Kiffar tattoos that marked Kiskla Grayson as the future Kraliçe of Kiffu.

The intricacy of her design could be misinterpreted based on her unquestioning obedience to her creator, the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Vornskr"]. It was as if she were the most simple entity in the galaxy. He alone had her whole-souled devotion. His commissions were her actions, and now, while the actual Grandmaster was concealed in the bowels of Panatha’s Palace, she had her assignment.

A personal shuttle, from the personal armoury of Vornskr himself, was her vessel as she ventured in. It had been fired upon by some of the castle’s external defences to replicate an escape scenario, but before the entire plan was executed she needed to pick up a ghost first. While she was the perfect lure, the reel was necessary to catch the fish. The clone had little knowledge of her accomplice, other than the debriefing she’d been assigned from her Lord.

[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn Rekali, daughter of [member="Kryslin Ledias"] and Ember Rekali - former as it were on all accounts including the last name of Rekali. It was a name that had some fear to it, power and even grace. Now, she was a Gyndar - and well it was just as important. It had it's moments being the daughter-in-law of [member="Strider Garon"] but the best moments came from being the wife of [member="Falcon Gyndar"] and the mother of three beautiful children. The twins, they were something else. They had grown so fast in such a short amount of time - she'd cry when they weren't looking to reflect back to when she cradled them to sleep. Their little brother, Rhyen - well he was unique in his own right. A very intelligent, curious little boy who loved everything that Mira loved and some of what [member="Aton Gyndar"] loved as well. Maybe he was the perfect mix of the two, complimenting their weaknesses?

Who knew.

Luckily, more so, thankfully he was protected through the Force and it's sheer will during the odd events that had transpired a short time before - events that nearly tore her family apart at the very seams.

Now, it appeared there was more drama that was attempting to rip the very fabric of her family apart - The One Sith and their endless desire to destroy her from within. She had heard of the bounty by Kaine Zambrano against her children - more specifically the twins. Luckily, again, as the Force would have it Rhyen hadn't been discovered by the One Sith and their "Intelligence" agents. To her dismay, both Aton and Mira weren't kept on Yavin IV anymore - their restriction was lifted by several individuals, to include their grandfather.

She was assured their safety would be a number one priority and they would be protected wherever they went - but she didn't feel as if that was enough. Unless she was there, they weren't safe. She knew how the One Sith worked...but then again, who would be dumb enough to ruffle the feathers of both the Mandalorians and the Rekali family?

That was a dumb question - the list of enemies that she had was long, the list of enemies that the Rekali family had was probably four times that length.

She'd just have to stay calm and keep focused on the Force, feel for her children and their presence within the stream of energy that connected them together. That is all she could do - for now.

[member='C'sami Ssozi'] | [member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"] | [member="C'sami Ssozi"]​

There were several ways one could go around killing a titan. You could easily have entered the Yavin system with a fleet of Star Destroyers headed by the Ghost Ship, thousands of turbolasers locking down the system from anything that would want to enter or leave and then just systematically cause wreckage until the proud Sword stepped out of her hiding hole to defend the innocents.

Practical, but hardly efficient in the general sense of the word. Besides the Mandalorians would be so miffed that they would probably try and invade Teta a second time, and nothing good would come from that probably.

So what else is there to do for a Sith Lord who wished to finally burn out a threat to the Sith?

The answer came from a cloaked ship that almost glided through the void of space, aimed at Yavin Four and the current location of a variety of things that the Sith did not enjoy. It would be here that Carach would attempt to… neutralize the Jedi Master, alone or together with Ssozi- the newest of Vornskr’s playthings.

Briefly he wondered how this day would end, death did not scare him, it would only mean an inconvenience and that distinct lack of caring could be a boon in the upcoming battle.

Or it would be his worst enemy.

 

[The End Narrator]

The evening air was filled with doubt and disturbed by the dark side of the Force. Somewhere, a sensation grew that the Sword of the Jedi was all too familiar with. She remained calm, poised and ready on the top tiers of the outer perimeter of the Massassi Temple – wanting to draw the venomous snake out of hiding and away from those who weren’t apart of the fray…especially her children. She had known the time would come where the One Sith would seek her out – in some form or fashion and that time had come. A soft gust of air would blow across the dais where she stood, eyes closed as the focused upon the echoing energies of the Force. She’d push beyond the limits of the surface – touching the minds of her children, she’d project love and warmth to them before allowing her essence to softly fade from their minds. She knew [member="Mira Gyndar"] to be one of the strongest, especially in the Force – it was a natural trait in the Rekali-Ledias family.

She was intelligent, strong-willed and stubborn as a bantha but had a softer side to her which she was prone to show under extreme duress. Her emotions made her unpredictable at times. Then there was her youngest, [member="Rhyen Gyndar"], odd as her baby boy was, he had a unique gift to which she knew would make him strong but she worried for his emotional state. Finally, [member="Aton Gyndar"] – her son that was twin to Mira and appeared to be a late bloomer. He showed many gifts and none at the same time – she’d wonder how he’d turn out but the Force provided no answers. His path was his own, and in turn there would be a chance that he would have to rely on Mira for answers and not Aaralyn.

The breeze would brush soft, brown tendrils past her face – a whisper in the Force speaking to her of an approaching presence that seethed with dark side energy. She had felt it once – long ago on Manaan, when she severed the arm of [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. Those were good times, simplier times. The cold sensation would pass through her core, causing her skin to react in the form of goosebumps and perhaps even make her shiver lightly – but it would fade as she basked herself in the Light of the Force. The warmth washing over her, the beacon of Light that she was, would be more than evident to the individual who approached her from behind.

Words would echo from her soft, pink lips. They were soft spoken and even had a sense of calm behind them. “I feel almost sad…” She said as violet eyes would open to stare at the mists of the jungle beyond. “I feel as if there would be someone with a bit more experience present to attempt this…” She bothered not turning to face the footsteps that echoed determination and a goal of her demise – nor did she make a move to go for her sabers.

Instead, she continued to stare off into the jungles beyond – focused on the Force.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]

It did not seem as if the Sith Lord was disturbed by her lack of doubt, her surety that it would take a more experienced Lord to bring her down. Because in the end it was not her fault that she knew him not, some men and women loved to proclaim their deeds to the world, claim this title or that, immortalize themselves as the grandioze and the fallen. Carach, some of his followers calling him the Wolf King for his amber eyes, and others named him Lord of Freedom.

But the Sith did not care for such titles, the only times he boasted about his deeds were when he was with friends. The fall of Ahto City, the theft of an army of Graug, those and more. Things that were attributed to a shadowy Sith Lord, name unknown, but a Voice of course. Carach preferred it that way, simply a way for him to have some measure of peace.

Without endless hoards of Jedi trying to hunt him down.

‘We all have our disappointments.’ the soft and steady hum of a baritone reached her from behind as the Sith Lord stopped his walk, ten meters. At least it seemed that way.

He did not say anything else, and neither did he reach for his forcesaber. Instead he simply waited for something, while around them whispers started to rise from the darkness. Power hummed, subtle power and it crept through the air.

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn chuckled softly as she waved a hand before turning to face her foe who had emerged from the darkness. “Indeed, your inevitable fall from grace was most likely a disappointment to your parents – or another loved one perhaps.” A jab into the unknown, as she knew nothing of the man before her, beyond his dark presence within the Force. She’d shrug once more and take a side-step away from the edge, her hands coming out from behind her back to clasp infront of her.

“I do hope you sought approval of your Dark Lord before you proceeded with this?” She said with a sarcastic twist in her voice, a smirk coming to her lips as she stopped after taking a few steps closer to him, making a soft gesture between them. “You realize that even if you do manage to succeed – this territory belongs to the Rekali family – I don’t imagine you’ll get far before you’re caught.” She mused softly.

Indeed, there was a chance, there always was a chance of failure on her part. If she died – what did the Sith have planned? Steal her corpse and defile it into some foul creature? Or leave it behind as a message to the other Jedi across the Galaxy, the ones who already were dying before her or maybe the ones who refused to fight. Perhaps, if she died this day – she’d become an even brighter beacon of light and a single spark would ignite something in the masses to stand up and finally end this reign of terror after so many years.

She could only hope her death – should it come to pass – would not go in vain.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]

No, she would disappear. Vanish from the face of the earth with no trace of her going, only the figment of the Darkside would pulse here and there. To give a hint, a smudge of doubt, but her family would never know what had befallen her. That would only increase their pain and suffering, as the Dark Lord has decreed.

Her attempts at Dun Möch were amusing, but they would fall on the ears of the deaf. One such as Darth Carach had too much experience in the manipulation of the weak-minded to be affected by such attempts himself.

“You talk much, Sword of the Jedi.” the Sith Lord finally replied. “Perhaps you should be named the Voice of the Jedi instead.”

Lips curled up in a genuine warm smile.

 

[The End Narrator]

She'd clench her fist tightly and the sound of material tightening and crackling under pressure brought a smile to her face. She'd simply chuckle before glancing away at the bright red gas giant of Yavin before looking down infront of her. "I didn't expect things to come to this..." She whispered softly, perhaps even to where he would strain to hear her - and in that moment, her onslaught would begin.

She'd turn suddenly, unleashing a concentration of Force energy upon the walls beside [member="Darth Carach"]. The walls would appear to explode outwards infront of him and behind him - maybe even pepper him with ancient Yavin rock that they were built from but it wasn't the sudden ripping bricks from walls and dust which she intended to harm him - no far from it. It was the rumbling after as a section of the Temple began to tremble above and collapse towards his being - intent on trapping and potentially crushing him under it's mighty weight.

He was on her turf...

She would give no quarter.