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The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V + Sith Order Rebellion)

Emberlene's Daughter, The Jedi Generalist
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Celiana"]
Enemies: Darth Nihilus ([member="Ar'ekk"]) Darth Sion ([member="rasu Gan"])
Post: 17/38

Matsu could hear all of them while she had the moment with the force hearing her padawan as she tossed the soul snare crystal. They worked on the lightside of the force the the sasori soul snares kept darkside crystals when she passed it quickly to her padawan pushing the force energy into it as she spoke. "Padawan now." She was ready when she was moving towards Rasu now showing there were two other crystals that they would be able to use on the spirits here. Four jedi vs them while Matsu was focusing the force and started to slowly meld her jedi to let the all have augmented strength as opposed to the individual with the force when she had her white blades ready for her.
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Trayus Academy
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Celiana"]
Enemies: Darth Nihilus ([member="Ar'ekk"]) Darth Sion ([member="rasu Gan"])
Post: 18/38

He could feel all of it and there had een a moment of distraction in the duel while he stayed over there prepared to duel and fight. Move through and to be in the middle to get them to attack and intercept things with his own work. His master was here and it was his job to stop her while Claire seemed to have a plan with her own master until he moved to the side with the saber going to get into the middle of it and prepared to fight all of them. He wanted to work off of the things they had been doing. Set up and ready to duel his own master to try and get through to her with a duel if he needed to do it. "Whoa now, that was fast." Really it was like he had blinked and suddenly there was a whole lot more happening. "Lets dance."
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Save [member="Celiana"]
2nd: Objective: Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] @Uidin Jaii Kryze @Barinthus E'ron [member="Celiana"]
Enemies: [member="Rasu Gan"] @Ar'ekk
Post: 15/38

"Got it!" Claire yelled back at Matsu as she grabbed the crystal with her left hand. "Let's finish this!" She dashed forward and deactivated her saber. She gripped the crystal and poured her energy into it as well. Claire grabbed the arm Celiana was using to hold her saber and shoved the crystal towards her. Suddenly Claire was blinded by a bright light and she feel a massive amount of energy being unleashed from the crystal.
 
Location: Elom, Saak'ak wreck
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 17/38

The Wheel, a day after the Saak'ak left Boz Pity. A task force under Admiral Jutudiel, a Jedi Master whose Padawan was the captain of the battlecruiser that wasn't his flag, was dispatched to the Wheel in an attempt to intercept the Saak'ak, knowing that Confederate-held Ringo Vinda was the other possibility but too dangerous for the Republicans to engage the Saak'ak there. After having tracked the Saak'ak flight path, they have come to the glaring conclusion that the destruction of the Saak'ak would mean a large blow to Confederate morale. But then the first phase of its tragic ending was a slugfest between two Procurator-class battlecruisers and the Saak'ak, where Nap Lagard proved that he could outmaneuver a fleet led by Jedi, and that a Recusant was enough to destroy single-handedly two or three of the seven Immobilizer 417s dispatched with the two battlecruisers. But the battlecruiser that survived, the Steel Cream, became the Padawan's flag. Sure, Lagard was able to survive, but three days later, the Republic, incensed at the loss of a battlecruiser and three Immobilizer 417s, had said Padawan lead the fleet that would engage the Saak'ak over Elom, with at his disposal, not only the Steel Cream but also a squadron of Venators, destroying it.

"Wow! Better get that started with Taking Off on a Star Tour: that ought to dispel the myth that all Jedi Aces were starfighter pilots, since the padawan-piloted battlecruiser survived whereas the flagship was destroyed"

"Jedi Aces were not great as starship commanders historically, but their records as starfighter commanders were better"

"Reflexes don't matter nearly as much in piloting battlecruisers than they do when piloting starfighters, Marcia"

"Even so, the Saak'ak is still a ship of historical significance. Maybe not as much as the Vuutun Palaa, the Invisible Hand or the Malevolence, but still significant"
 
Planet: Krayiss Two
Objective: Explore Caldera
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: Silver Jedi
Post: 19/38

There was a feeling that came to her with the force, as they were running through the ruins now and the jedi shadows were moving off to work on catching other spirits until Orihime came into the better place so they would be abel to work on it. There was the goodness of herself as she sa one fo the spirits that came towards her and began to talk. "Why are yu here child? There is nothing a jedi would want here that serves the light only the darkside shall remain here." Orihime was moving in and she had a look on her face thinking about it before she slid under a fallen beam brushing her hair back when she spoke standing up. "No see that isn't it, there is more here then just the darkside."

The spirit seemed to laugh at that as she was moving against it and into the center of the ruins. If only [member="Sorel Crieff"] was here it would have been quite a sight to behold. "And what it that?" The spirit seemed to be wanting to mock her but Orihime offered a small smile and wink. "Me." She stood there and focused pulling at the force to allow herself the energies before using the soul snare and one of the force batteries that they had charged up. The details were important but this place was going to get a once over as she started focusing the force energies into light with a beacon so that the ships could start joining them down on the planet and bringing different supplies.

The ships were coming in to help them, planning to at least... the hope was to start setting up the prefab garrisons and walls so start securing the area section by section in a grid to eliminate problems. It wouldn't be the fastest method but it was what would be going all over across the entire caldera. From here securing the ruins with new structures and rebuilding it to Malachor V and Ziost with their things, the jedi outposts would serve to monitor and give warning as needed since the jedi were now getting the clone army it had commissioned as well as the advanced droids that would be abel to staff the outposts as rangers and soldiers.
 
Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, somewhere in the Stygian Caldera
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[8/38]

Gir found Narvik and the gold-plated clerical droid waiting in front of the room's sliding door. It had taken Gir almost ten minutes to return to his cabin just outside of the CIC from the lower decks. While the relative journey was short, the corridors were crowded with passengers hanging out and talking. Gir couldn't blame the people for not wanting to remain in their cabins day in and day out, yet he disliked having so many people loose in the hallways. Of course, this wouldn't be an issue if Noa had arranged things differently...but I guess that's ultimately his decision. Narvik offered him a thin smile as the group squeezed into his cabin. The rectangular room managed to squeeze in a built-in bunk, autochef, refresher station, and a table with chairs all in the space of four square meters. There wasn't much room in comparison to some of his military quarters on his old commands, but it was his, and it was private.

"What do you all know about our employer?" asked Gir, taking a seat on his bunk.

Narvik shrugged as she sat down at the table, "I haven't paid much attention to him, to be honest. He seems like a pretty normal business person to me. Cheap and stingy on things he doesn't see as being priorities, and obsequious about the things that he does care about."

"Y3-T4?"

"I am not programmed to analyze broad facets of human behavior," observed the droid, "I do not find anything unusual about him except a relunctance to fill one cargo spot in hold 3A."

"Did he say why he is holding it?"

"He expects to pick up a package on Jaguanda."

Interesting. That may be worth looking into, if I can do so without arousing some suspicion.

Gir blinked, "Mister Noa has informed me that he intentionally gave us inaccurate charts. Or more accurately, he only gave us proper charts to Jaguanda."

Narvik blinked, "So that's why the route past that point seemed so...off. I know the information in the area isn't great, and it's dated, but it seemed really dated to me..."

"Possibly," said Gir, "it could be that he deleted the updated parts and filled it with the archived versions of the chart, perhaps with a few updates or too to make it look like a current route that might be available from BoSS."

"Did he tell you why?"

"That is why I am asked you about him," said Gir, "supposedly he was worried about being attacked again, so he was trying to do some sort of information compartmentalization."

"Paranoid?"

"But perhaps with good reason," said the blonde man, "but I feel that we do not have the full truth out of him about this, like he is keeping something from us. And frankly, if it was something purely personal that did not effect us, I would not care. But I am not so sure that is the case. He's given us the correct charts, so I'm going to give them to you to recalculate our course."

Gir passed the datacard on to the ship's navigator. After a cursory glance at it, she slid into her trouser's pocket as Gir's attention turned to the droid.

"Y3-T4, Mister Jae expects us to run out of supplies since he gave us bad information beforehand. We should have enough supplies to make it to Jaguanda, where we supposedly have supplies waiting for us. I would appreciate it if you were especially stringent about their use until we are resupplied. If the passengers or crew balk, send them to me."

The droid nodded, "Understood."

"I would like you both to keep an eye on the Jaces when they are around you, and let me know if you find anything suspicious or unusual about them..."
 
Location: Malachor V, Trayus Academy
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A
Post: 7/38

Mapping out the proving grounds had taken far longer than he had anticipated. IT was hours of walking and watching the map slowly build with no payoff that could be gleaned from the visible data at this time. The most interesting thing that he ran across was the workbench. Everything was laid out as if waiting for someone to come back and finish their work. No half built components were laying around, everything well organized and nicely arranged. It seemed that there was no power to it any longer, but that was hardly a surprise given the age of this place. Whatever that may be. On the farthest right there were two long rooms. The first had a few terminals, one of which flickered. It was not on steadily, but he might be able to reroute enough power to access whatever was on there. It would take a bit of doing, and some time but he certainly had plenty of the latter. This was far less intensive and far less dangerous than having to bypass damaged wiring harnesses on an old hyperdrive, which he had done on a few...okay so more than a few, occasions.

It was about thirty minutes of working to get to the right wires and then splice the others as a means to bring the power draw back to what it should have been to power the console. Syncing his HUD to the screen wasn't going to work this time. he grabbed an extra datachip from his utility belt. Always good to have an extra just in case. After plugging it in he began to go through the information he could access on the console. It seemed to be pretty basic teachings on the Sith and how they operate. Warnings to always be on guard and also looking for any way to get one up on a possible rival. Then came the teachings Trayus was famous for. Betrayal. How best to achieve this for both Force users and those naturally resistant to the Force. What would work best to get in the good graces of politicians, generals, nobility...they really ran the gambit on these teachings. Some of the methods were so simple it was hard to believe that people had to be told it was a good idea. Others were so convoluted he wondered if they had ever even been tried and found to work. He just shrugged and downloaded the contents to the datachip before removing it. Then he made his way to the upper room on the far right.

This place had the look of an ancient library. If there was an archive here, this would be the location of it. Now to find a console connected to the main archive. There was but one problem. Such an archive would likely be hardwired so as to keep people from messing with the information contained therein. It was a rather large room, of that there was no doubt. After a good bit of searching he managed to find a console that was still in mostly working order. Connecting his datapad up to it with a cable he used the screen of his datapad as the readout since the other was partially shattered, making it hard to decipher everything completely. He opened the encrypted holonet link from his datapad to his ship and began the task of downloading the archives information. Who knew what may contained within? IT would take a very long time to sift through the information gained today. But it would be done eventually. The download took many hours but eventually finished and he pocketed his datapad once more. The information was safe onboard his A-12. Now was the challenging part of this trip, his visit to the core.

Thankfully the walk back to the entrance to the core did not take nearly as long since he was no longer mapping that area. The bridge was long and narrow, the room itself absolutely massive. There was seemingly no end to the open maw below. It was simply an empty abyss for all intents and purposes. The darkside here was incredible. It seemed only to grow stronger, the further he traveled along the bridge. The feeling of awe as he stepped onto the central platform, with the grotesque sculptures rising from the platform, if even they could be called such, was more intense than he could have imagined. That wasn't even the odd part though. Nor was the fact that the voices now sounded to him of old friends, long passed. Every voice was distinct in the chorus that rang out in his mind. These voices did not blame him for their deaths though, no these voices did not taunt him. They promised him the power to save, to protect any whom he wished to. The power to alter the very fates of any whom he interacted with however he chose to. The words were honeyed and the offer was more tempting than any he had ever been offered. Money was worthless when you could find a way to utterly destroy or ruin your competition, when you went into any negotiation knowing exactly what to offer and when to make the offer. It all sounded so...pleasant. All he had to do was listen, was to follow the instructions they would give. He could feel his will to resist slowly fading, but his time here was almost done. there looked to be two other openings other possible entrances. Once he found out if this was true he could leave. He steeled himself, the voices growing louder the longer he resisted their siren call. He tentatively made his way over to the openings and began the task of mapping these two bridges as well. The doors at their far ends were sealed shut. He could have cut them open, but he decided to leave them be for now. In time he could return to see if anything was indeed behind them, but his gut was telling him they were simply alternate entrances, not anything to be concerned with. As he stood on the central platform and looked around once more, he began his trek back to his ship.

It was a long journey and he had the mother of all headaches, thankfully not in addition to a hangover, but still, not fun. He had resisted the call, if only just it was not something he was proud of though, he had come so close to giving in, just because of empty promises. He knew that the promises of power, of knowledge, immortality, what have you, they always carried the greatest of sacrifices. Not only all of those close to you but even who you were as a person at your core. As he boarded his transport and began the preflight checks, he sighed. The trip back would be a long one, but he just wanted to be away from here now, his attitude was the polar opposite of when he had arrived here, looking forward to the challenge. His near failure was enough to dissuade him from returning for a long time, if ever.
 
Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, somewhere in the Stygian Caldera
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[9/38]

As he stood in front of the bridge foyer, Gir contemplated how the last days after his meeting with Mister Jace had been uneventful. Gir spent some of his spare time researching the Jace's family story. While he didn't uncover much from the official files kept in the ship's computers, Gir managed to overhear some personal information while eating meals in the common areas. Noa apparently was on his third marriage with Jen, though there was a persistent rumor that he had already lined up another woman to take her place. Gir would have dismissed the thoughts for mere idle talk except that both Jens and her friend appeared to be investigating the possibility of their truth. If she's even thinking that it's a possibility, that suggests that there is a trust issue in their relationship. And that can bring a whole host of problems with it, especially if one is jealous. He shook the thought away from his head as the doors slid open to admit him. He entered, prompting Narvik to walk towards his station. Gir raised an eyebrow. Is something off already?

"Any issues?"

She shook her head, "Clean jump away from Jaguanda."

"I half expected us to get attacked there," admitted Gir, "but now we are pushing off into more unknown areas."

"But the information seems current, not even a week old."

"That's curious, isn't it?" said Gir, settling into his chair, "if his first ship got destroyed in the last system, how did he get such new information?"

"By buying it?"

"Possible," admitted Gir, "but think about it. If you are going out into a relatively unknown area of space, why would you travel a route to a previously unknown source of mineral wealth if you're not the discoverer of it?"

"Hired scout?"

Gir considered the point, "Possible, but that doesn't seem to match his penchant for secrecy. But we're not likely to find out anytime soon, I suppose."

The man felt the deck underneath his feet slightly vibrate as the Runner reverted to hyperspace. A quick glance at his console told him that it was an expected reversion. Some areas of the Caldera remained clouded by billowing clouds of dust that made hyperspace travel unsafe. The sullustan gunnery officer began to warble in mixture of Sullustese and basic, which immediately caused Gir to flip to the sensor screen. Contacts...lots of contacts. That seemed strange but not necessarily dangerous to him at first: at least until he pulled up the ship's electrophotoreceptor footage: A pair of bent-winged Mailocs bearing a white hand and crescent logo flashed past his vessel. Gir tapped a button to activate the ship's intercomm system, which immediately began to blare the automated call to action stations.
 
Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Fight Against The Sith Spirits
2nd Objective: Work with the others and save my friends
Allies: Matsu Ike, Undin Jaii Kryze, Lyth Meran, Claire Ouron
Enemies: Darth Sion (Rasu Gan), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Directly Engaging: Nobody at the moment
Post 13/38

I looked up as Claire caught the crystal and yelled let's finish this and felt the crystal laced with her and her Master's willpower being pressed against my left arm and then I was blinded...Unable to see I reached for the link I had with Meetra. "Meetra? Master Surik? Meetra?! By The Force please don't let her be gone..." Suddenly I felt as if I was being wrapped in a warm embrace...Was this death? There was a soft chuckle and I heard her voice as she said, "Shhhh, it's alright child I'm still here. Well done Celiana, you did it Traya has been sealed away. Celiana...thank you child." That startled me, Meetra had thanked me. "I didn't do it alone Master, I had you and Claire helping me. Thank you for not leaving me Meetra."

"While that was excellent work we still have Nihilus and Sion to deal with. Though I'm sure at the end of this ordeal Master Gan will recommend you be promoted to full Knighthood. I'm glad I didn't lose you to that witch Celiana you're strong indeed for a padawan I think your future holds great promise dear."

With that she withdrew once more from my mind and as the brilliance of the white light faded I saw Claire with her hands shielding her eyes. I moved through the light and coming up next to her I wrapped her in a hug and whispered in her ear, "Thank you Claire." As the light faded away I extended my left hand and offered her saber back to her in exchange for mine. While I was rid of Traya I knew I'd have to deal with what she'd done through me and for now I still had two more Sith Spirits to deal with...
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Defeat Sion and Nihilus
2nd Objective Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] @Barinthus E'ron
Enemies: [member="Rasu Gan"] @Ar'ekk
Post 16/38

Claire soon felt all the darkside energy withdraw from Celiana and into a crystal Claire was holding and once her eyesight returned she saw Celiana approach her and then hug her. "Thank you Claire" Celiana whispered. "You're... You're okay..." Claire was overcome with joy and hugged her back almost instantly. "You're okay!" Claire said as tears started rolling down her face. "I'm so glad..." The two girls let eachother go when the light faded. Soon Celiana tried to give Claire back her sabers but Claire stopped her. "You should hang onto it until we get out of here. It should be able to protect you if another spirit tries to get you." The young girl wiped her tears away and smiled at her new found friend. Claire then looked down at Meetra's saber, "I'm not sure if you can hear me but thank you so much, if it wasn't for you nether of us would still standing her now."
 
Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Fight Against The Sith Spirits
2nd Objective: Work with the others and save my friends
Allies: Matsu Ike, Undin Jaii Kryze, Lyth Meran, Claire Ouron
Enemies: Darth Sion (Rasu Gan), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Directly Engaging: Nobody at the moment
Post 14/38

Claire hugged me back told me to hold onto her sabers until we got out of here in case one of the spirits tried to possess me again. I met her eyes and said I'll be fine Claire. Then I saw her glance over towards Meetra's saber and she said, "I'm not sure if you can hear me but thank you so much, if it wasn't for you neither of us would still be standing here now." I felt Meetra's consciousness extend outwards towards Claire and I heard her as Meetra said, "I can hear you just fine little one. But dear child I need to thank you for helping my bearer. It was Celiana's choice to let me fight alongside you both. That being said you're welcome Claire.Thank you for not holding my former Masters' actions agaisnt Celiana." I felt the sensation of Meetra wrapping her arms around Claire's consciousness and then releasing her as Meetra drifted back into my mind.

Looking into Claire's eyes with a smile I said, "I think she likes you quite a bit Claire. So now that Traya has been dealt with shall we deal with Sion and Nihilus?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNWaJU8nNno (Mood music)
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Defeat the sith sprits
2nd Objective: Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="Rasu Gan"] @Ar'ekk
Post: 17/38

Claire felt something similar to a hug as Meetra spoke to her, thanking her for helping Celiana and not blaming her for Traya's actions. "You're welcome Meetra. Let's talk again when this is all over." Afterwards Claire looked back to Celiana. "I think she likes you quite a bit Claire." Celiana told the young jedi before the two locked eyes and smiled at each other, the two girls were radiating confidents.

"So now that Traya's been dealt with, shall we deal with Sion and Nihilus?"

"Yeah... Let's show'em what happens when you mess with the jedi."

Claire stepped forward and stood next to Celiana before turning to look at Sion and Nilhilus. "So... You got a game plan in mind?"
 
Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Finish the Fight
2nd Objective: Work with the others and save my friends
Allies: Matsu Ike, Undin Jaii Kryze, Lyth Meran, Claire Ouron
Enemies: Darth Sion (Rasu Gan), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Directly Engaging: About to be Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Post 15/38

As Claire asked if I had a plan Meetra popped into my head again and shared what she had to say with Claire. "Both of you the major threat is Nihilus he will devour the Force energy and life force from others Sion simply cannot die unless it is his choice and as your Master is his host Celiana you must convince her to stop fighting. Nihilus first, I can coat you both in an excess of Force energy that I at one time held. If he tries to drain either of you he will be weakened by the wound in The Force that I was. Weaken the spirit of Nihilus enough and either of you can use one of those crystals. Sion will be kept going by the agony and pain your master has buried inside of her Celiana she has to let it go for him to be defeated. May The Force be with you both little ones..."

With Master Surik's battle analysis done with I looked at Claire and said, "Claire when this is over remind me to have you over for drinks and a spa day at my place when we get back to Voss." Steely determination entered my voice and I said, "For now lets finish this fight." Re-igniting Meetra's cyan saber with a snap-hiss I looked at Claire then turned towards Nihilus and said, "Once more unto the breach..."
 
Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, somewhere in the Stygian Caldera
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown attackers

[10/38]

Yet despite their surprise, it seemed that their opponents were equally surprised for a brief moment by the Shadow Runner's presence. Gir eyed their formation carefully, noting a pair of almost ancient bulk cruisers in the background that appeared to be launching more gunships. Despite the fact that they were not fully formed up into proper formations, the gunships began to soar towards the Runner. Gir quickly assessed the situation. They had a rough idea of when and where we would be coming, but they did not know for sure. Or alternatively, they weren't given complete information...but does that mean we can take them in a fight? Gir briefly considered the thought. If they were more disorganized, that would be a maybe. But clearly we would be at a disadvantage in the mid to long game.

"Do we light them up?" asked the sullustan.

Gir glanced at his console. "They are actively using weapons software to target us, and combined with their posture. I think it is safe to assume that they are hostiles. Fire at will. Helm, get us to the exit point as fast as possible; we're not going to do evasive maneuvers. We should be able to simply rush past them before they can severely damage the ship."

The crew murmured in acknowledgement as they began to enact Gir's orders. On the ventral half of the Runner's saucer-like bow, the light quad turbolasers pivoted to face the threat before they began to pump out many rapid turbolaser fire to saturate the area with many relatively weak turbolaser bolts. As the gunships began to weave in and out of that fire, the ship's flak guns began to fill in the gaps between the turbolaser's zone of fire. The sudden appearance of new munitions exploding in what they originally thought had been safe zones took out a few unwary Mailoc pilots, but the rest quickly scattered as they neared the corvette. Gir's lip twitched. And here comes the most dangerous part. The gunships began to swoop in to make strafing passes at the corvette. Streams of slugs and laser cannon fire began to pound the ship's relatively week shields. But as they did so, the lighter guns of the Runner began to drive them back. Gir watched with some satisfaction as a Trudo point defense turret sent a gunship straight into the across the bow of the corvette, and into the path of a light quad turbolaser. Light enveloped the craft before its shattered husk listlessly continued forward into the void. Bursts of weapons fire flickered across space as each side sought to press their foe.

"What's happening?"

Gir pivoted in his seat to face Noa, "Your friends found us..."

The blonde man glanced at his wrist chrono, "But we should be escaping into hyperspace within a few minutes. The Runner is a fast ship, you should have nothing to worry about."
 
Tey... it was a good name. He was just glad there was nothing formal about her. The country boy would not know what to do if she insisted on being called by whatever fancy title she might have among the order. He admired her confidence. It was as if she had accepted her situation, one which would send weaker spirits down a path toward the darkness. If JJ was honest with himself he would not know what would happen should he find himself without the use of his legs. Many had given up on life rather than find a way to adjust. While JJ didn't want to think he would do anything drastic, he was certain that he would not show the strength which Tey seemed to display.

"Yes," he said, "but I am not sure this is the place to defeat my inner darkness. As you so keenly pointed out earlier, this place it has a way of amplifying it, making it stronger. I would much rather find something constructive to do. If I can keep my hands busy I can usually stay out of trouble."

It was true. Most of the time JJ got into trouble it was because he felt a sense of restlessness. His curiosity would get the better of him and trouble was sure to ensue. Life was not the carefree thing it used to be when he was growing up on Corellia, and his curious nature was limited to what would happen if he jumped off a cliff into the water below. His imagination took him places, worlds that he had yet to set foot on. As a boy he had always wanted to be a hero, and now that he knew what it meant, what it cost, JJ found the load to be more than he wanted, but in an odd fashion could not stand to live without it.

Perhaps he was finally beginning to realize why his father had always been running off. Yes his father had made both JJ and his mother feel alone at times, but that never changed the fact both had looked up to him. JJ especially chose to follow in his steps when it was determined he was force sensitive.

His attention shifted back to Tey. Judah had gotten lost in his thoughts again. "You almost sound like you're talking about a skill my father has used before. Illumination or something like that. He said it is actually possible to do just that, take this light inside you a project it outward. I suppose it is one way to know you haven't succumb to the darkness. If there is no light to push outward the skill isn't possible. You don't happen to know how to do that do you?"

[member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
Post: 8/38
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Exploration/None
In Proximity: [member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
Post: 8/38

That was part of what was wrong with the Jedi sometimes: that sense that they always had to act, which ultimately meant that a proactive Jedi was the only appropriate pathway. And how many times has that meant that we act pre-emptively, and make the wrong call? How many times have we jumped into battle against an enemy we need not have fought? How many times have we acted when we should have reacted, or not acted at all? It was a dangerous line of thought, but a common sentiment among many of the younger Jedi - and one that Judah appeared to share.

Perhaps it was the inner darkness they had spoken of that was pushing him that way: the Sith were the same in that respect, always driving forward, never stopping to take a moment and reflect on whether they should act as they were, or if there was an alternative. And such drags them down that darker path, for the Force will always respond to us, even if not in the ways we expect. She'd learned that early on in her training, her own experiences driving her to that inescapable conclusion: the Force reflected what it saw in the beings that constituted it. And so the Jedi train to maintain objective serenity, such that the Force will reflect that in turn.

Malachor was the sort of place that had left a darker imprint because the beings that had resided here had carried that darkness within in their hearts, and their actions here had left an essence upon the planet that simply felt wrong: an amalgamation of anger, rage, hatred, anxiety, fear, jealousy and base impulse, lacking the control and inner calm that were a Jedi's mindset. And so it persists, even when no Sith have set foot here in a long time.

"Have you ever learned our Healing techniques?", she asked, bringing her thoughts back to the present moment with a view to answering Judah's question. "There are many different ways, but our deepest technique requires that we empty our bodies of our sense of self: push away ego, push away desire and thought other than the simple intent we have to aid our patient." That part had taken her an age to learn, because it was a sense of empty selflessness that the mind found to be unnatural, but that was how it worked. "When we empty ourselves of self, we create a conduit for the energy of the Force to flow, and it uses us to channel that healing energy into our patient, to accelerate their natural healing."

Some Jedi believed it was a process that could be achieved in a matter of moments, but that was one of the worst misconceptions that Tey had bumped into during her own training. True Healing could take hours - her longest session had been a fourteen-hour stint to help an Anomid afflicted by the Brainrot Plague, trying to purge the virus before it systematically destroyed their nervous system. And that was one heck of a close call. She'd needed to sleep for nearly a day afterwards as a consequence of it, too.

"As I understand it, the ability to project a purging energy and cleanse the darkness works on much the same principle," the Healer observed softly, watching the Padawan carefully. He'd spoken of his father once again, and that was an interesting psychological marker. There are issues there, Teynara mused inwardly. "We all carry the light within us: it is a reflection of our calmer, compassionate, rational selves. Even the darkest of the Sith can't shed it completely, but they bury it so far as to believe it gone."

Not true of all the Sith, though: she knew that from experience. Some of them carried as much light as they did darkness, but left it untouched for the most part: something they could draw upon if they wished to, but these were beings of strong moral courage that nonetheless gave themselves over to the coldly pragmatic Sith as a means of pushing forward an agenda that did not involve the protective methodology of the Jedi. For them, it is natural that the strong should hold power over the weak. That so many used that for oppressive purposes didn't mean they all did.

"Only the Masters know how to fully use the technique you're talking about, though," the blonde remarked, knowing well enough that it was beyond her own abilities. "That's all I've been able to surmise of it, though. Perhaps one day you'll be strong enough to use it yourself?" Teynara frowned slightly at the thought, her gaze dropping for a moment as she reflected on that. "But remember that the darkness must exist alongside the light. To eliminate it entirely is as much an abomination as to see the light gone. As it is within you, so it must be within the Force."
 
"My father dabbled. He taught me control pain, how to heal myself. He said when I became a Knight he would teach me to find the wound in others..." Judah said before he saw where Tey was going with this. What she was saying made sense, and in a way it was exactly like healing. Certainly he would not be able to teach himself to do what his father could, but his father had always pushed himself past what others said was not possible. He remembered an old story his father would tell about a time he pulled everything within him in order to defeat a Sith Lord. It was his father who had made Judah want to be a hero. He wanted to be like his father. At the same time he wanted to be there for his family, a family he was likely never going to have, not until he dealt with his own demons anyhow.

Tey kept reminding him that he would always carry the darkness with him. It was that way with the force, the dark and the light. He hated that he had to accept them both as part of who he was. Judah wanted to fight the darkness, the atrocities he saw from those who used it were enough to convince him it was wrong. His own cousin had fallen prey to the seductive call of the darkness. Sasha had fallen. The emotional scar of the way she broke their bond still hurt him on occasion. It had been such a violent tear that it had nearly killed him. Would the woman ever know how deep their bond had truly been, how deeply she had broken him. The wound would always be there.

"I have seen many of my family, those I have cherished, fall to the darkness. My cousin, a woman I loved as a sister and later as something much more. The darkness has claimed much around me, and as much as I wish to see it fail there are times I find the lure to be strong. It is an easy path to take, but not one I see as right. I know you are cautioning me against absolutes, but there are times when I do not see them as wrong or misguided."

His steps found him back near the drop ship which he had arrived on. No one was there, not even the pilot. It seemed everyone was being used to push the darkness back, and here Judah was talking with someone that was giving him counsel. Yet, he was likely doing the one thing which made him the most productive. Judah was finally confronting what he had buried, what he had been running from for so long. Judah was finally in a place where he could begin to heal and move on from this place. Those he had loved which were now lost to him may always be, but that did not mean there were not others who the force would bring his way. Yes, he still thought in the mindset of family, or attachment, but that was how he was raised. Judah was more a Corellian Jedi in his mindset than anything else. He was a Silver Jedi because he felt they did the most good.

[member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
Post: 9/38
 
Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Finish the fight
2nd Objective: Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="Rasu Gan"] @Ar'ekk
Post: 18/38

"You bet, that sounds awesome." Claire smiled at that idea of the two hanging out once things calmed down. For now though they needed to focus. Claire drew her saber and got ready to fight again.
 
OOC/

GAME PLAN:
  • Our 'loud' Sith make a big ruckus on Korriban, the only significant and reliable entrance to the Stygian Caldera and thus a big obvious target. The goal is to draw attention and reinforcements there and so forth, while...
  • Our 'quiet' Sith stir unrest and perpetrate assorted skullduggery elsewhere, generally making it difficult to hold the sector. Dromund Kaas, Ziost, places like that, as they see fit.
  • Our fleeter(s) attempt to play cat-and-mouse with you guys on the Stygian Caldera star map.
[member="Alaric"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Boethiah"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Dagorn"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Gallus"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Darth Raxis"] [member="Darth Vashti"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Ferian Adair"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Jaryn Starkiller"] @Kali Myn [member="Lassiter"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Neelig Waawat"] [member="Nomar"] [member="Nyra Mazul"] [member="Olom Grihk"] [member="Pollux"] [member="Pravus Zambrano"] [member="Silas of Ossus"] [member="Sirella Valkner"] [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] [member="Tai Fa"] [member="Vulkan"] [member="Zofia Marek"]​
Also [member="Darth Carnifex"]​
IC/

KORRIBAN

Silver Jedi territory included only a short stretch of the Daragon Trail, the main route to Korriban. Early warning sensors would be blaring on the OSJ deep space monitors as ships decanted abruptly over the ancient Sith world. The ships were mainly armed freighters, corvettes, frigates and the like, a decidedly ragtag force. At their head was a battered old Sith Empire XoXaan-class Star Destroyer whose telesponder read Aeten's Maw. The name referenced a major battle in the Aeten Nebula between Mandalorian forces under @B'Arin Graad and a Sith Empire flotilla under a Whiphid named Velok. The battle had ended with mutual annihilation in the teeth of a Force Storm.

Doubtful that anyone would get the reference, though. Ancient history.

The Aeten's Maw and its flotilla arrowed in on Korriban. Other Sith had come ahead by more covert means, so far as Velok knew, and still more were in the ships that followed and flanked him. The Korriban incursion, win or lose, was designed to monopolize Silver Jedi attention and draw reinforcements to this critical system.
 
Location: SJO headquarters on Korriban
Objective: Ready defenses
Allies: OSJ
Enemies: Incoming sith


SInce after the Silver Jedi order had control over the planet they had established a bases and a decently large city. Jericho and a number of Jedi had been working a project to cleanse some of the old temple of korriban to make it safe for the younglings and other padawans.Not a particularly fun job, but someone had to it. After orders and check up had been done the warrior went to the hangar and prepared to head the planet of Malachor V to assist some others there with their missions.

BLRRRT BLRRRT

The mass alarm went off, signalling some sort of an invasion. "Master Jericho!" Shouted one of captain of the guard as he came racing towards the hangar with the city's forces. "Whats going on, Captain?" The warrior questioned. "Looks like a large heavily armedfleet has entered restricted space and have not responded to our calls. They are going to touch down soon!" The captain answered. The warrior let out a breath and had to assume that anyone with a large fleet didn't come here for a diplomatic mission.

"Prepare the troops for a battle and arm the cannons for any incoming ships. Send a distress signal now."

Jericho quickly moved to the headquarters to send master [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] ,[member="Coci Heavenshield"] and the rest of the council members the message.

"Master Jericho here, it seems a large invasion force has come to Korriban and I will lead the defenses here. We don't have the necessary forces completely repel them but I will do my best to keep them at bay. I request for reinforcements. Please foreword any orders to the captain as I prepare the defenses."
 

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