Faction Swamp Things (The Outer Dominion)

[Ladybug]

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Dagobah....a legendary planet infused with history. A planet where one tiny, yet powerful Jedi, trained a young boy that would reshape the galaxy. But in it's wake, the Dark Side seeped into the crevices left by a Light Side void. The planet, already breeding some of the most dangerous creatures, poisonous plants, bacteria swelled water, provided the setting for the newly collective of Darksiders. There was a long standing misconception of the Dark Side. History favored the Sith....History favored the Dark Jedi. These were labels, titles easily to bestow a category to anyone that practiced the Dark Side of the Force.

Sith, the most recognizable of all Darksiders, has been misguided. The Dark Side cared little for a title or name, it corrupted the individual willingly to exchange morals for immorality, what is deemed wrong over right; collecting that individual into an umbrella belief. Sith or not, embrace the Dark Side based off your lifestyle, and you can walk darkly without that four letter chain; growing more powerful than a Sith Lord; for those fools preach breaking chains, yet they chain themselves to an Order filled with failure.

Dark Jedi? A term so easily connected to the less informed. There is no balance between Light and Dark in the Force; there is only you. Either you worship the Dark Side...or you find happiness in the slavery of the Light. Those who seek a balance, are weak and sick; there is no power there, just a misconception.

Dark Siders, the individual who is not tethered to a mandate: A Dark Sider = Individuality.


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The stench of poison, a caustic hue floating just over the ripples of Dagobah's watering sources, held power unlike any. The acidic flavors attacked senses of smell, taste, and sight; waging a war of victory, unless one could find defensive measures to repel such an assault. The swamps rippled with dragons and slugs; creatures who have hunted their stomping grounds into apex predator status. Here on Dagobah: life and death, survival, strong over weak created a new definition.

Dagobah's inhabitants fell quiet, all eyes of creatures focusing on the woman entrenched in dark, clothes; a hood engulfing her head leaving only the lower image of her face present. The metal monster, some predators questioning its taste, from where she had emerged slowly sank in the mud and filth. The woman, once a Jedi - Sith - Confused, finally came to an understanding of who she was: survivor.

The arrival of the Felacat meant it was time to show the galaxy, Sith and Dark Jedi, those were terms for the weak. Her arrival, and she was not alone in this theory, was on the verge of ushering in a new player into the galaxy. The Light....was about to dim.



The Red of Sinner / Salvor Arnex / Tristan Evore / Miles Tiram