Silver Upon the Sand [SSC Dominon of Korriban]

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1
Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] / [member="Karen Roberts"] / [member="Cloudburner"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]
5/20

Master Roberts had a humorous way of speaking, but Krux wouldn't admit it aloud. 'Mm. Yes' was what he found she said often. Probably just a habit. A habit that made her more unique already. He chuckled softly as she spoke, then followed close to Connor, not out of fear or anxiety, but more because Mullarus knew his way around the Valley of the Dark Lords better than most of his companions, probably Connor included. If something went wrong, he'd probably know why and where from.

Speaking of wrong, Krux winced as he felt a sea of corruption spill out into the Valley. The Dark Side's presence suddenly intensified. That wasn't normal. Someone - something powerful is near.

Krux placed a hand on Connor's shoulder this time, "There is a disturbance...it reeks of Sith. The Dark Side." he turned his head to Master Roberts and her Padawan, "I'm sure you feel that as well. It is hard to miss. Sith have a particular...stench to them. Be prepared. We are not alone." he said, taking his lightsaber hilt in hand and walking out a ways, looking around - but with closed eyes. Force Sight would help today, no doubt. Unfortunately, Korriban was a dark enough place to cloud his vision. He could see nothing but evil all around him. Sight would fail him today. He exhaled frustratedly as he looked up and leapt on top of a standing pillar, looking out over the Valley with a bird's eye view.

He was nervous. This would be the first time he'd meet with another Sith since his defection. He was, however, confident in himself. I'm ready for you, Sith. I'm your enemy now. My eyes are open to the truth. How is your vision through the Dark Side's veil covering your eyes?

 

[Cloudburner]

Valley Of the Dark Lords
Post 2
Allies: [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: The Dark Side
Equipment: Cloudburner's Original Lightsaber, Jedi Robes, Grappling hook.

Cloudburner walked with his Master and the other Silver Jedi. He knew Harrison was a Rogue, he just respected the guy. Cloudburner had a bounty on his head, was a Dar'Manda and was despised by certain high-ranking members of the Republic, Harrison was a respected Silver Jedi.

"Mallarus is correct."

He turned to his Master.

"Master, I too hope this place will be claimed by the Sanctum. That way, the Jedi will have more land and the Sith will have less. This place will be peaceful again. However, I do think great danger will be included with the taking of this Valley. Sith might be able to use an ancient advantage upon us if we choose to place a Jedi Temple here. If the Sith use the residual power from the Dark Side to cloud our vision, we may be in great danger of an attack from incognito Sith."

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: Explore the Valley of the Dark Lords,
Allies: Silver Sanctum, people near Nima(Feel free to tag )
Enemies: None for now
1/20

Korriban... From all the planets the Silver Sanctum held an expedition, this planet would be the one which had the feeling of Dark Side around everything as she stood in the middle of Valley of the Dark Lords, which contained the tombs of ancient Sith Lords of history, with her fellow Sanctum members. She could see the familiar faces here and there, yet for now she decided to be in shadows, just look around and feel the Darkness flowing through. This would be a bit difficult for even the Silver Sanctum to change the influence of the planet, yet she saw this as an opportunity. This would be the one chance to get to know the Dark Side better, to understand and to use it more effectively with her illusions, which weren't Light Side obviously. Was she excited to go out and explore, and possibly find something that would be useful, a relic or datapad, or any information that would lead her in the path of understanding the Dark, yes she was. So, as the seconds passed with full of questions in her mind, she continued following the main group from the shadows, excitedly, yet carefully looking around, since nothing the Sith touched would be that beautiful. She was expecting some trouble along the way, to be honest.

 

[Tempest]

1/20
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Objective 2 - To the Academy!

Korriban, the corrupted and desolate heart of many empires. No matter how many dark empires arose, they all came to Korriban, left a mark, and then faded away.
Now the Primeval had come and gone, and a new player was on the scene.

The Silver Sanctum Coalition, an ostensibly more virtuous empire, had now come to take control of it.

Landing outside the Sith Academy was a contingent of Firemane troops and two very important members of that hierarchy.

Tempest, clad in her Beskar, strode down the ramp, ordering her troops to take covering positions and watch for danger. She then stepped aside to let Siobhan out and onto the sand.

The Dark Side was strong on this planet, but for these two this was hardly a hindrance!

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(1)
[member="Tempest"]


Korriban, the ancient graveyard world of the Sith. Here was the final resting place of the ancient Lords that had led the empire during its golden age. Now only ruins and tombs remained to remind of their past glory. Like everything in the Galaxy, it had been fleeting. Empires of the Light and the Dark rose and fell, but Korriban remained the same as ever.


But even after all these aeons there was still great power on the planet, though the old tombs had long been pillaged again and again. The power of the Force was so strong that it was palpable. The sun glinted off Siobhan's crimson beskar armour and a strong wind swept across the land, kissing the skin of her exposed face. Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her, but she felt like she heard whispers amidst the howl of the wind.


The Jedi would say that the Dark Side was strong on this planet. Well, by their standards Siobhan was a darksider, though she cared little for that. "Is it just me or did the Old Sith have a horrible taste in planets? Korriban, Malachor, Ziost, all inhospitable crapholes. Well, Gehenna takes the cake," she commented wryly as an aside to Tempest when she stepped down the landing ramp and onto the sand.


According to intel provided by Ms Tanaka, Sith remnants were still at large. "Anyway, let's get the show on the road. I want explosive charges on the door. Standard ROE. We're not here to sit down and talk Sithies through the twenty steps of redemption. Any Sithy who doesn't submit, gets shot on sight. Beware of Sithspawn." At least there wouldn't be any Croa on the planet. Otherwise she'd BDZ it.

 

[Boethiah]

The red, desert world of Korriban was once held firmly in the grasp of the Primeval. Now it lied abandoned... Forsaking their foothold, the fleet vanished from Wild Space and took with it their armies. Left behind were fortresses, war machines, and all that they failed to squander. Among all that remained was the Sith Academy, a place where student's learned and masters taught. Once promised to bring the Primeval and Sith together, and now merely a relic of a not too distant past. However; it wasn't entirely forsaken.

Hidden amongst the hallowed grounds were secrets that only the Host Lord and those closest to her knew about, and those secrets have yet to be rediscovered. Beneath the academy and in the depths of its catacombs lied all that which the Primeval hid, and within its darkest reaches would they be found. The power of the force was strong, and incredibly dark. Yet the nature of it seemed to become less and less familiar to anyone who was Sith, or knew of Sith. It seemed that down there the force itself was lost, having forgotten what it once was; becoming a feral entity that clawed its way into the walls of the temple ruins.

For anyone's true sight there were no artifacts of value, and the tombs were seemingly all but empty. By all accounts the place was ransacked, stripped clean, and left to whither away without seeing the light of day again. Even still that lingering sensation tingled and buzzed, called and whispered... Its very sway was that of temptation, and for anyone who found themselves intoxicated, it'd lure them down below to find what ached to be found.

[01/20]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Assist with the construction of lightside enclaves to provide healing to both the planet and its inhabitants.
Location: East of the Valley of the Dark Lords - Eternal Pyre

Allies: @mention me if you would like to join me.

(2)

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She stood watching the flames. The light of which reflected in the pupils of her eyes. She had not been present for her mother's funeral, Abaigeal had heard that Thurion had farewelled her Iella with a ceremony of this kind, a pyre to send the body back to the ground, the soul to the heavens. Although there was no body to be placed on the pyre the gesture had preformed the rites. But this is no ordinary pyre, fed with bodies and souls of slaves over years of torment and pain, it seems to feed on the darkside now, using it to fuel its horrid purpose. There would be no peace within those flames, no release no transition to place of bliss but only eternal damnation.

Abaigeal stood tall stretching her back and she took in a long breath, the darkness prickling at her skin .. and her blood. Sometimes, timing is everything, had she not gone through the Trial of the Five with Connor, she doubted she would ever be able to step foot on this foul planet. All this was, was a reminder to her, but now she used that as a strength rather then a weakness. The darkness had been burned from her, not the blood there is still that, but power of it reduce and she can control it now.

Is there anywhere on this planet suitable enough for a Jedi Enclave? Yes, the lightside is far stronger then most will believe.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
2/20

“You heard her, move! Squad one, dex charges! Squad two, covering positions!” Tempest ordered.

Heavy charges were connected to the door and primed, the troops took cover, and the breaching explosives blew them open.

Tempest looked to Siobhan. “I think they were just masochistic. Can you imagine the Sith somewhere with Jesters and wildflowers?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Sio. We should just collapse the whole academy and be done with it. I sense…things nearby. Things I’ve not felt before. If we go in, we need to be really careful.”

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Post:1
Allies:N/A(at least for the moment)

As far as Felucia had been concerned it had been a rather interesting trip. Not one he would care to take again though. Too damp, too many things trying to make him their next meal,also rancors and other unlikable beasts. A few other disjointed thoughts were running through his mind as he finished the last of the repairs to his armor onboard his transport. He had taken a bit of time away to get the materials he would need for the repairs after nearly being eaten by cannibals on that trip with Audren and Jack. What was with the universe trying to kill him as of late? He was still trying to decide on if he was going to join the SSC as a full fledged member, or if this would end up like the GA had for him. He shrugged as he finished up the repairs, settling the last duraplast plate into place. He had always hated armor repair it took far to much time away from him being able to rest on his way here, oh well that was the price to pay for good protection.

He stepped into the cockpit of his A-12 and began scanning for a good landing site that was not at the academy. It was not a small ship, nor was it a subtle one. Chromium hull plating and a 995 meter length made sure that it was hard to find a good parking spot. In Kurayami's mind though it was far more of a ship, it was home. The Valley of the Dark Lords seemed to be flat enough, and relatively large. He would have to find a way to make it work. As he broke the atmosphere he angled towards where he had placed the marker on the map. There was more than enough room to land his ship, the Valley had seemed so much smaller on the map, even at full zoom. Descending further, the IFF began to light up, multiple pings appearing in quick succession. Some larger than others, multiple lifesigns and shuttles. It was the SSC. RIght now he wasn't looking to help or hinder them necessarily, but if someone needed some assistance he'd provide what he could. As he set the craft down he checked his weapons systems. Well, that was a bust, of all the things he forgot to grab he forgot ammo for his rifle. He had maybe 2 clips for the blaster, 1 for the sniper, and 2 for the T-6's. Even then he wasn't sure if they were fresh or not. As the ramp lowered he was stuck by a gut feeling that this was not a good place to be. More precisely it was a gut punch, not a mere feeling. He paused at the top of the ramp, trying to decide whether to continue on or not. He shook his head, telling himself it was fine he was just nervous from only having a couple hours rest in the past few days.

With that thought firmly in his mind he made his way down to the dusty surface of Korriban, still trying to convince himself that it was naught but exhaustion. The whole place just felt wrong the planet itself was the source of the feeling. Thoughts flashed through his mind at a rate he hadn't experienced before as though showing him that all he had done to further the cause of good was in fact evil. Whispering to him that he had never saved any, nor had he freed anyone...he had only doomed them to death and oppression through his actions. That he had been the sole reason of Jenni's death, sentencing her simply with is presence, that he would be the end of countless more lives to come, but that in the end it was these deaths that would finally fill the void he felt...and as suddenly as the torrent came it was gone. This left him confused to say the least, and what was the weight in his left hand? All of his guns were still holstered, no explosive charges out of place...her lightsaber.

Looking down he saw the simple hilt that she had used during her time as a Knight. It was not overly flashy, but there were small accents of different metals used. He knew that she had been focusing on her study of the Force itself and the ways in which it could be used, she had wanted to know all she could of both sides. It was a dangerous task and she had been closely watched by masters of the Order at the time, but she didn't desire power, only knowledge, seeking to find means through which even the most corrupted Sith could be redeemed. It had always entertained him to hear her go into her theories, especially when they were in constant flux as she learned more. Perhaps that was what had drawn him here, and why he now held her saber in his hand, to gain more insight into the Sith and their origins. She had once told him that there was far more to him than met the eye, that he had an innate understanding of the way things flowed. It never made sense to him. What had she been trying to tell him? Had he missed out on something that could have pushed him to become far more than he had already?

The thought seemed to weigh him down , he knelt where he stood, saber still firmly clutched in his left hand. Before kneeling though he ignited the saber, remembering the times that he had trained with her, sparring session from long ago became clear as day, but it was not seen through his eyes this time. He was seeing it as an outsider, a spectator. He watched as every move took place, the fluidity of her strikes, and feints. The way he had blocked a few, and the wide opening that block had given her. He watched as she struck him with the blade. It was a training session but he remembered how much even the blade at training settings burned. What was the form she had said she used? Five? Or was it Six? That much was blurry but the emitter shroud was an odd feature to him. As he knelt down he disengaged the blade and closed his eyes, something strange was happening and he wasn't sure that he liked it...

 

[Matsu Ike]

3/20
Valley

She could feel more people within the valley and on the planet now while the force energies danced around within her mind. Matsu continued to work and find sections of the world where the sigil glowed when around the presence of the darkside on the world. They had been working to increase and build them up same as the earrings now that the jedi had been able to work with. She could focus the force energies into the glove while the metal bands were glowing with blue energy and drawing in small orbs of energy as she collected it. The initial tutaminis skills of the glove being infused with more like cryo and absorption techniques from some of the holocrons and dtacrons she had been looking over.

 

[Barinthus E'ron]

4/20
Tomb exit
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

He kicked another stone where the sun was filtering through and the light stung for a moment at his eyes while moving through the pathway. The collapsed rocks giving way as he stood up there pulling one of the cans out of the container at the small of his back and opening it up as the rations they had for the rangers and could give otu to plenty of jedi to take with them. She ate one walking down the pathway coming towards the pyre and the sight of his sister as he smelled her first and then sensed her letting the sun reflect off his bleached hair and robes over the bodyglove. He could help some things while they were setting up stuff and stood there for a moment. "Hungry?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(2)
[member="Tempest"]


Siobhan patted Tempest on her beskar-clad shoulder. "We will. Stay sharp and focused. We conquered Gehenna and that was hell. We'll place explosive charges in case we need to blast the place to hell, and we'll take one the Mag'ladroths with us. Ships will keep their engines prepped just in case."


Conveniently, the light variant of the walker was only 3m tall and would thus fit in well enough. "C'mon, girls. Move out." Presumably there were men in the Firemane contingent, but Siobhan was sexist.


With a loud boom, the doors had been blown open and so the Firemane contingent slowly and surreptitiously advanced into the academy. Clad in duraplast armour, the soldiers were heavily armoured and equipped with potent weapons such as bolters, shatter pistols and shatterbolters. Inside the hall was dimly light, dust coated the floor and here and there you found dead bodies, which were apparently quite recent. The oppressive aura of the Dark Side hung over the place like a pall.


((Feel free to have Sithies and/or beasts pounce us)).

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: The Pyre
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] | [member="Samara Raine"]
Post: 1/20

Of all the Jedi to make Judah feel welcome in his return the most had been [member="Abaigeal E'ron"], aside from his own Padawan of course. Judah and Samara had met the Knight on a mission to Ossus, and since that time, Judah had been made a full Master of the Silver Order. The title was new, but with it cam responsabilities, and aiding in the construction of a new Jedi enclave on the world of Korriban was one of them.

The idea was an interesting one to Judah to say the least. He had experience with Korriban. It was on this world where he faced his hardest test to date, and had overcome. The duel with the dark spider had been nothing short of taxing on Judah at the time, and if he believed in luck, Judah would have said he was rather lucky to walk away from that one. Now he was bringing Samara to the place, and to the Pyre no less.

He could feel the dark side coming from it. Countless lives had been tossed in to appease some latest incarnation of a great Sith Lord. One could feel the thickness of the history they thing radiated, and it was enough that Judah nearly felt ill. Yes, he walked the line, so others would not have to. It was what he told himself. Judah was decidedly light sided though, and though he walked the line, there was no hate or rage to be found in him. The master was not dark. His light shown bright.

Judah's attire was his usual set of the green robes. Twin lightsabers were hung from his belt as he did not know what to expect. This was Korriban after all, and one could simply turn the corner and deal with a dark side creature. Where they would build an enclave was beyond him, but Judah knew there were plans in motion already. Their task was simply to aid the effort, and that is what they would do.

"The darkness is thik on the world, Samara," he said as they approached the pyre. "If ever you were to remain vigilant it is here. It calls to us, attempts to seduce us to its own whims. You must guard your feelings here, and not let anything grasp onto what may be an easy way into your being. This will be a good test for you I think. Aside from that, I hope you are ready to roll up your sleeves and to get your hands dirty. We have a lot of work to do."

Judah stopped at the pyre and nodded his head to Abi.

"Everything is in order to begin?"

 

[Dune Rhur]

Objective Two, near the Academy
Allies: ?
Opposition: [member="Harley"]
Post 1/20

Korriban seemed like a tomb filled with dessicated corpses. Even the Academy itself seemed like the bones of some dead giant for all of it's looming over him. But then, Korriban had always been a sepulchre for the Dark Lords. Those corpses were restless today.

Dune Rhur told himself the dead were indeed dead. Yet something stirred in the Force. Perhaps the long-forgotten Kings gnashed their teeth, powerless to stop their old enemy from treading upon the sands of their fief.

Reaching the wide steps, the Bith stopped a moment. These steps were worn smooth by the sands and by the feet of many. How many Acolytes had walked up these steps, he'd never know. All walked in infamy together including the Sith'ari, the Chosen One of the Sith, Darth Bane himself.

There was no reverence in the Jedi's mind, but the weight of the events that followed from this place. This cradle of darkness, as it were. After a moment more of contemplation, he mounted the steps. His legs felt unusually heavy as he did so like the Acolytes of the past tried to prevent his entrance.

Ghosts couldn't stop him from entering, he thought with a grim smile. Steadily did the Bith ascend the pyramid until he stood before huge doors of tarnished bronzium. An apt metaphor for the Dark Side, he thought, grand and powerful at first and then tarnished and broken in the end. He reached out and the doors parted inwards at his push, beckoning him inside.

 

[Samara Raine]

Location: The Pyre
Objective 3 - Help set up Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Judah Lesan"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Barinthus E`ron"]
Post: 1/20

When Judah had said they would be accompanying the Silver Sanctum Coalition to Korriban to help set up a Jedi Enclave there, Samara thought her master was pulling her leg. But of course, he was totally serious. So the very next thing the young padawan did was go to the Archives located at the Voss Academy and do research on the world of mountains and red sands that was seeped in the dark side. Samara studied up on the history of the Valley of the Dark Lords, the Sith Temple and Citadel as well as the Valley of Golg. She also familiarized herself with the local fauna and the Eternal Prye where the master/student team were meeting up with Knight E'ron; whom they had meet during the Jungle Mission on Ossus.

The young blonde was of course nervous yet excited at the same time, though Samara knew enough to stay close to Master Lesan as the dark side was powerful and prayed on those that were weakest in the Force. "I will be ever vigilant, Master. And, I am not afraid to get my hands dirty. A little hard work never hurt anyone," Sam nodded back as they walked side by side up to the constant smoking flame. She had worn dark brown robes with her silver straight-hilted lightsaber attached to the leather utility belt slung about her slender waist.

Samara gave the dark-haired Knight a respectful cant of her golden head, then waited to find out what was next on their agenda as there seemed to be another going to join them perhaps; a young bleached blonde male.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

(3/20)​

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The Valley of the Dark Lords​

Allies: [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | @Cloudburner​

Enemies: None-as-of-yet (PM me if you wanna scrap!)​

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He struggled, centering himself atop the monolithic spire. His vantage point gave him clear view of many of his Faction scattering across the valley. Two others joined Krux and his companion. A few others moved elsewhere, and even at this distance he could see the iconic ginger-blonde that painted the individual as the Grandmaster of the order, near the landing ships way off in the distance.

Focusing. Concentrating.​

Emotion, yet pea-

PEACE IS A LIE!​

His eyes snapped open, a sense of dread permeating through his core. He knew that inner voice. It was his own, yet not, at the same time. He realized he was on the verge of hyperventilating, before shaking his head vigorously. "Calm yourself fool. This world is tainted, but not so much that your own dirt is made that much worse!" Yes, that's right.... right? It had to be. There had to be true redemption from the hate another plants in ones soul. There had to be. One could always come back. If Krux can come back, having been so much further down the rabbit hole, then surely Ryn could come back from his own ledge!

Ignorance, yet knowledge....

A long, low, steadying breath, helping to ease his mind. Yes, I can do this.... He'd console himself, calming himself. Another breath. Another line. One step at a time....

There is no passi-

THERE IS ONLY PASSION!!!​

Search yourself, you know it to be true, worm!​

She taught you the truth, through the pain, through the torment, you learned.​

Through passion, I gain strength...​

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He'd scream into his hands, the sound distorted and muffled through his faceplate. The monolith he sat upon cracked, the Force surging wildly through him. He began to fall, the rubble tumbling to the earth. He managed to collect himself just enough to shove himself wide of the crumbling pillar. Slamming bodily into the sloping drop-off of a nearby cliff face, he'd tumble to the ground far below. "There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no.... no..... there is......."

Liiiiiiiiiiieeeesssssss.......​

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Objective Two

Post 1

Allies: [member="Dune Rhur"]

Enemies: [member="Harley"]

No matter how much he tried to deny it, hide it behind walls of honor and sophistication Gwrtheyrn was a predator. Not that either of these things were false they mattered to him immensely. But there was a need to hunt that would NOT be denied. The only hope for him and indeed his entire species was to channel it in a manner acceptable to the larger galaxy. Paradoxically the presence of the Sith was a blessing - a movement of sadists ,sociopaths and tyrants who drew power from the literal embodiment of darkness in the universe in addition to the festering emotions that sane minds dismissed as the lunacy they were.

If there was a crime or perversion against all that was good and wholesome the Sith had committed it. Slavery, Necromancy and even playing God with the powers of alchemy. Each and every one in defiance of the natural order.

Gwrtheyrn could feel his claws ache and his throat sing out for fresh blood. If a Jedi master observed him they would see a padawan on the brink with the only things holding him back from a berserk rage being both his resolve to uphold his oath as a Jedi and his horror at becoming nothing more than a ravenous beast. Korriban was hitting Gwrtheyrn hard and calling to his primal side. He had bore witness to the darkside before but nothing as utterly corrupted and vile as this whats worse it was seeping in and attacking his mind. He would not give in but there were simply facets of himself that he could not ignore. Violence would erupt there was no denying that but he would direct it to a deserving target.

Saying nothing Gwrtheyrn followed in the footsteps of a knight he had never met before. Over a monument dedicated to some old god best left forgotten and towards a set of double doors. The part of Gwrtheyrns mind that wasn't screaming at him to find the warlocks and rip them to bloody pieces remembered that he had seen the knights species listed in one of the Silver Library's volumes. Bith...?

The shape of the knights head was certainly distinctive like a peach and what a funny shape for a mouth - Gwrtheyrn focused his mind hard on this image and not the scenes of him disemboweling a darksiders entrails

Ashla help him.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Post:2
Allies:Still none yet

Kurayami was unsure how long he remained where he was. At once it felt like an eternity and no more than a few moments, but his mind was a maelstrom of activity. There was nothing he could do right now except try to process everything he had just seen and try to understand why. Oddly enough it was not that which bothered him, it was her words about his uniqueness, his ability to see the flow of things...it echoed in his mind endlessly and seemed only to grow louder with each echo. Had it been some sort of subtle hint, was he reading too much into a simple analysis of his abilities, why did it make so little sense to him. He had heard of the Force described as an omnipresent energy, but there were those who would liken it to water as well, that it flowed through everyone and everything living whether or not they were aware of such things. He couldn't honestly say that he had ever felt like there was some mystical energy flowing through him, adrenaline was the closest he could equate to but that was a purely physical response to a stressful situation. It was during the adrenaline surges that he was most focused, in top form and able to react quickly, to almost see what his enemy would do before they did anything. That wasn't out of the ordinary though, any soldier with enough combat experience could usually have a good idea of what tactics their enemy would use and how to counter them if possible.

It was a roaring sound now, akin more to a hurricane than a whisper, her words blocking out all other thoughts. He knew now that her words carried more weight than just a compliment, but the message was still vague to him. He wanted to know if he was meant to do more than continue on his current path. If he was then he wanted to know what he was supposed to do, where this was to lead him. Perhaps his issue lay in the fact that he did know the meaning, but could not accept that it was possible. He had survived things others mere meters from him hadn't, been hit with enough fire to take down most lightly armored vehicles and still lived, he had dodged attacks that he couldn't have seen coming...had survived that which had killed many Jedi. He was just lucky though right? There was no way the Force would call to someone like him, one who didn't come from a well known family who had lucked into his position with the Republic. Something was off though, there had to be more or she would not have said what she did the way she did. Jenni had never been one to mince her words in the time he had been with her, especially when it came to him. She was always blunt but honest, she never meant to be hurtful when he asked her opinion but many times it came across that way. What stood out most though was that she had never mentioned that there was anything unique about him until a week before the end. Her end. Had she known what was awaiting her and yet still she went, making sure only to tell him when she knew she wouldn't get another chance?

Everything seemed to slow around him, he could feel a fire burning inside. Anger, frustration, and hatred were forefront in his mind right now. The frustration was the fact that he was still wrestling with her memories over a decade later, anger at her for keeping such a secret from him, and hatred towards the one who took her from him. This was fueled in no small part by the Darkside nexus upon which he stood, Korriban was steeped in Darkness, it was nearly palpable in how thick it hung over the planet. He wished for nothing more right now than to destroy the entire planet he stood upon. The winds around him whipped into a frenzy kicking up a massive dust storm. As far as he knew this was not his doing, whether or not someone else would agree is entirely debatable. A Sith may have congratulated him for using his hatred and anger and a Jedi would have warned him of the dangers posed by the emotions he felt right now. At his core this was not him, he was not one who wanted to kill or destroy, that was simply the job he performed. Deep down he wanted a simpler life and yet every turn denied him such things it seemed.

After some time, he managed to calm himself, but the storm around him had not subsided yet, however he felt that he understood both sides views far better. He had read the codes of both sides many times and discussed them both in great detail, dissecting every line of each in discussions with Force users before. In his view the Jedi and the Sith were equally dangerous, making it seem that if you were not one you must be the other. Yet if the Force was in everything, even that which had no alignment then did the two sides not simply represent the extremes? Black and White, both claiming there was not room for anything besides their two interpretations, yet there had to be a grey area.

It seemed so clear now, what Jenni had meant. She had been trying to tell him that both sides are right and that both sides are wrong. They claim to be the only way to attain strength, or the only way to attain peace, but those who fell in between were the ones who were truly trying to understand the Force and its power. She had simply been telling him he could see the Force for what it was, not for what others had told him it was. The Force was not light or dark, it was not a dichotomy, it was like a Corusca gem that had been cut into a pendant. Myriads of facets, no one greater than the other since all were birthed from the same source. He would need a guide on his new journey, but one that would understand his motivations for seeking to understand both sides equally...someone patient and who could help him see both the dangers and the benefits.

With this new realization he clipped the viridian bladed saber to his belt. He would find someone to help him learn. The only question left now was as to who that would be.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Assist with the construction of lightside enclaves to provide healing to both the planet and its inhabitants.
Location: East of the Valley of the Dark Lords - Eternal Pyre

Allies: [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Samara Raine"] | [member="Barinthus E`ron"]

(3)

On this strange world in this strange place, Abaigeal managed a smile. Her brother had arrived and in his usual way, he made light of the situation and lightened her mood, "Why? you got something to BBQ, Barini", she turned her smile to him. However, he did not have time to answer her immediately as the presence of Master Lesan and his padawan, Samara approached. Her head bowed to them both as is her way in greeting and would give Master Lesan his report.

"Yes Master, the construction droids are ready and in place, the Silver Sanctum freighter fleet has landed with the equipment, building materials and supplies .. they are situated beyond the pyre further east, they just await your orders". She had little doubt that Master Lesan would have thought of more that would be needed for this, but Abaigeal was curious.

"Master, we need to find a suitable location .. but what do you propose we construct the enclave from? it is difficult to find natural resources here that we could quarry that is not tainted with this .. darkness", she was assuming the enclave might be caved in stone and maybe the Jedi could rid it of the sickness.

 

[Barinthus E'ron]

5/20
Eternal Pyre
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Samara Raine"] [member="Judah Lesan"]

e looked at her and down to the can.... bbq flavored ones did sound good now while he sensed the others and was walking with it all. Well he knew some of the construction things they had for building it up. He could think about the quick buildings Saeko set up for the ranger's compound on Felucia and defenses on Morellia. There were some small reports to get things going. "We could just go prefab at first, get the area and have it for now. Change out the things later and these could use some sauce." He was eating it but feeling the world was like a second home just under the skin as she smirked a little and rolled his shoulders. "Fun place though reminds me of Life day morning, all tingly and covered in goosebumps."