The Wrath of Aza'Zoth [Ask]

[Darth Hauntruss]

The Wrath of Aza’Zoth​

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Yas’Krakül​

Y’In’Ngah​

Yog’Shog’Zathoth​

Vak’Ress Tak’Urgah​

Xan’Ktut Aza’Zoth​

Mur’Dor Ym’nugah​

Necroz’Murthoth​

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Ancient whispers in the force, these words plagued the force for some time. It was during the time of the great solar flare that was recorded by Lords of the Fringe Unknown Region traders and Republic astrogatists. A strange emission of dark light, coming from a sector known by most vagrants as the Elder Ruin Sector, a generally avoided section of the Unknown Regions. The words rang out in the force and like a monster in the deep it stalked force-users who peer into the deep during their meditations. Boolon Mur, in his visitations to the vastness of the force called it, “A dark voice. One that must not be replied to at all costs.” His sentiments were shared with other masters. But after the initial call the voice became quiet.

Only to return again.​

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Arkania
Republic Space
One Galactic Year after the Dark Voice’s appearance

Arkanian Space

“Unidentified Vessel, number 05504…this is Arkania Republic Spaceport Tower 5delta requesting identification confirmation, please respond.” The voice called out in a suspicious tone. Although Arkania was the new home to a new jedi enclave, there was still room for a small bustling spaceport for traders in the Republic to stop by and deliver supplies, or just rest before they make their way to another world. The call for trader ID was a usual procedure. But this freighter had been radio silent for the last three calls. The woman at the controls of spaceport tower 5Delta began to rub her chin in frustrated strokes. A colleague approached her and rested his hand on her shoulder. “What’s the situation with 05504?” The woman shook her head. “Still no response, thing is dead quiet.” Landing his cup onto the panel the man leaned over the controls. He stared at the monitor projecting the path of the on-coming freighter. Suddenly the radio single crackled and a voice came on the communications screen.

“This…is Freighter 05504…apologies…for…the…silence…we are…a…trader…vessel…bound…for…Hydian Way…requesting…temporary…stop…for resupply…” the voice concluded. The two workers at the tower stared at each other in confused gazes. The voice was sporadic, gravely and held a visceral gargle to it. The woman replied, “Is everything alright 05504?” The voice did not reply. It only coughed a word that somehow could have been recognized as “yes” or “ok”. She looked back at her manager. “What we do?” the man shook his head. And moved to pick up his cup, “The guy is probably some diseased far-frontier trader. You the type.” He scoffed before taking a sip, “Just let the dirt-bag land and move on, we got fifty-odd other traders coming and going today.” The woman nodded in reply, pressing on the communication key she replied to the gravelly voice, “05504, you are cleared for landing. Proceed to dockbay 12.” The voice in the radio replied, “Thank…you…12…it…is then.” The woman leaned back into her chair and proceeded to communicate with the other spacecraft in the area, but not before letting a small fighter team near the area know of the trader’s approach. Despite the dismissive words of her manager, she was still suspicious.

At this time a wing of republic starfighters began to mirror the trader’s approach. The landing protocol was similar to that of any other trader freighter. It was a large and clunky thing, probably many years old. Traders are a superstitious bunch, rather keep one old lucky ship than upgrade to a new one and have it cursed on its maiden voyage. The fighters stayed behind its descent. One of pilots spoke to the other wing leader, “Target’s path seems to follow normal re-entry protocol cap.” The wing leader watched the freighter from his cockpit window,”That maybe, but ground-control pinned it so there must be something off.” The freighter punctured the atmosphere of Arkania, as it descended it began to wobble and change course. “Well, there is your something strange!” the fighter remarked. The wing leader pressed onto his controls and moved closer to the freighter. “Freighter 05504, you have changed course what is the situation, over.” There was no reply. Instead the Freighter violently changed course, almost knocking into the fighter. The wing leader had to take immediate evasive action to not get rammed. The freighter’s speed increased in its decent.

“Captain! Its bullet-rushing into the ground! I think it lost control!” The fighter called out. The wing leader spun around the freighter and called out to see if anyone could respond. No response. Could the pilot have been knocked out? Was there a malfunction? Another pilot called out, “Sir! That thing is on a collision path with the Jedi Temple Enclave!” The wing leader mad a snap judgment. “Feth it! Blast its engines, re-direct its course!” he barked. The fighters went to work, launching proton torpedoes into the sides of the hulls that covered the engines. Large explosions surrounded the back end of the ship. These blasts interfered with the accuracy of the collision, but the momentum still carried the freighter towards the Jedi Temple. “Get the Jedi temples tell them to get out of there!”

Suddenly the freighter began to break apart and what looked liked escape shuttles spat out of its bowls. And then. Crash. The enormous freighter embedded itself into the jungle only a few km from the Jedi Temple. The explosion sent a shockwave that flatten the immediate area and then burst into the Jedi temple, blowing out windows and peppering the walls with debris and shrapnel. The fighter pilots and indeed the people of Tower 5Delta watched in horrific silence. “Holy Force” the wing leader whispered in muted shock. The collision site still burned and a large plum of black smoke erupted to cloud over the Jedi Temple. One of the fighters called the leader, “Sir I have locked onto the position of one of the shuttles, we could investigate and figure out what’s going on here.” The wing-leader agreed, notifying the local authorities a team of republic troopers to figure out the situation. The team would be gone for hours…and no radio contact.

Arkanian Enclave Jedi Temple

The place was a mad rush; people caught in the shockwave’s debris lay on the floor in blooded pools. Masters and Knights helped move those caught by the flying debris or shrapnel, carrying them to the medical wing of the temple. Locally the shockwave did not disrupt the foundations of the temple. A human master was ushering knights around the temple near the crash site, when a republic trooper appeared with a small band of other troopers. He was bleeding heavily from his eyes and ears. The shockwave must have caught him, there were secondary explosions after the first big one. The human master rushed over to the trooper, “Friend, what has happened to you? Come we must get you and the others to the medical bay.” He replied in gentle commands. The troopers were brought into the medical bay rested down on beds.
The troopers were all bled from the same places. Tears of blood, on controllable nose-bleeds and large pools streaming from the ears. They all shivered and violently gasped for air. The human master who brought them leaned over to exam on. He was whispering something in mad gibberish. The master leaned his head in to her the words fall from the troopers bloodied lips. Suddenly he could feel the darkness within, this was no natural wound, this….was a dark curse.

“Aza’Zoth…monsters….Vak’Ress” the trooper whispered in madness. The human’s eyes widened, “By the force…no.” The trooper suddenly burst from his own armor into a monstrous undead-like creature. It ripped into the master and began to devour his flesh. The other troopers began their transformation as well. The medical bay was assaulted and all those inside were devoured. Those who survived began to exhibit the same symptoms; they too were sought after by Masters and knights only to be too late. The monstrous plague began to spread like the fires that engulfed the jungle outside of the enclave. From the jungle the other trooper teams sent to investigate the several escape shuttles returned, and they too returned as monsters.

The strange monsters of abomination cried out in violent battle-cries of the damned and in their voices they shouted in a black speech only ancients would know:

Vak’Ress Tak’Urgah​

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We are born Dark Mother ​

@[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Lews Therin"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]​

[OOC: All jedi are invited to join [I've even @'d some I find promising] in the fight against the plague. The culprits of this unleashing, shall appear soon. Please ask if you are unsure of anything. I shall be making an OOC discussion for this soon.]​

 

[Arage Bao]

Michael was trying to meditate to ease his wariness, while waiting for his soon to be companion Iella E`ron. He was still a little bit surprised the Jedi Council decided to send two Padawans on a mission; he had expected them to assign Knight at least to supervise them. During the debrief it was made clear that this was to be a simple reconnaissance mission. The Jedi Enclave on Arkania had gone dark without any warning; they were to travel to the planet, determine the fate of the Jedi Enclave and the Republican troops stationed on the planet and then report back. It should be child’s play, but he still had a bad feeling.

After a while Michael felt harmony starting to flow through him and he exhaled softly with relief. “At least I can meet Iella while being at peace.” He thought with a little smile playing on his face. Then he focused his attention on the astromech droid waiting patiently beside him. “What is wrong, R9? Do not tell me the Flux capacitor connector has broken down again...” Michael listened for a while to R9’s explanation and then sighed. “Well just replace it with a new field driver, we have a spare one lying around somewhere in the cargo hold.”

When Michael finished his instructions he stood up and strolled to the engine room deciding the engines could use a calibration, again.

@[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]

Lews rushed along the rocky peak as his commlink blared an emergency message alert from his satchel that rested near the cave he had been using as shelter. His chest heaved as he skidded to a halt and grabbed the satchel. The alert on his commlink was from the local Jedi academy near by.

"Warning, warning, a ship is on a collision course with the academy. All personnel evacuate the area immediately. All Jedi check in for orders." The voice on the message sounded like the master incharge of security and he sounded like he was in a hurry.

Lews grabbed tossed on his satchel crossbody and checked if his lightsaber was still on his belt. The action was unnecessary, he could feel it was there the lightweight weapon weighed on his hip like a two ton stone. It was once a defensive tool. A multipurpose tool that could be used to open doors or make them, and thousands of other applications, but in these dark time they were used to shed blood more and more. The responsibility of the weapon is what caused it's weight, because power brought responsibility.

Lews picked up the trademark spears of his people and raced into the trees that would lead down the mountain and activated his comlink.

"This is Padawan Telamon, to Arkania Academy. I am about 2.5 kilometers north of the academy and moving back. Where do you need me?" Lews called in his report, but it met with silence. He could see smoke above the trees in the distance and feel a great disturbance sending ripples through the force.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Michael Sardun"], @[member="Lews Therin"]

The quarters are small .. but none the less enough for her. Iella sat resting on her bunk, reading over the research she had gathered on the Arkanian Enclave Jedi Temple. She really enjoyed reading especially historic places such as this one. So when the opportunity came up to come here in the form of a mission, she was delighted. Even though this would mean she would be away from her Master, this time allow him to pursue knowledge that he required.

This assignment, a recon mission, is set to herself and Michael. Another Padawan she only has met once before, but like him, the two would soon reach the system, so Iella decided to put away the fun and go find him.

Her boots thudding along the corridor, she made her way to the cockpit. The pilot there, sitting with ease as the hyper space tunnel streamed before them. "How long to our ETA?", she asked the pilot. "If we are in range, can you please start a series of aggressive scans of the system, I want to know who and what might be there .. just in case", she said with a slight smile "Don't want any nasty surprises".

She sat down in the seat near the pilot and waited for the scanner reports and Michael.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@Darron Wraith @Syn @Boolon Murr @Seroth Ur-Rahn @Iella E`ron @Michael Sardun @Daella Apparine @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

While the maelstrom of violence swirled and erupted across the jedi temple. A lone white corvette moved to land in the nearby area. The white-silver vessel touched down near the explosion of the crash freighter. From inside the vessel a dark figure draped in rotted black cloak seated in a command chair of the bridge watched the flames flicker and the beasts of her creation explode into life. Her pale fingers tapped the edge of the arms of her chair. Each touch let out a slight tick in the metal as her black nails meet the silver components. Another figure tall and young, but ancient in the force watched as well. The dark cloaked figure pointed to the monsters projected on screen. Her vile voice slithered words from her lips, "A fascinating little piece of sorcery is it not?" she hissed at her companion. "A gift from the ever mysterious Velok in reparations for my assistance at Rhommamool and Osarian. A mighty inactation, words darker than black, each like a note in a sinister melody. Each syllable a key to unlock the unspeakable." Pressing her hands onto the arms of the chair she arose and stepped closer to the screen. She closed her eyes and darkness bleed from her fingers. She was summoning her dark children to her. The dark mother of dark creations called.

"Tsai'win'okka Hoy'akut" dark words of a black language whispered into the force. These cursed incantations caught the force sensitive minds of the creatures that now plagued the temple of Arkania. Many of the monsters that lurked nearby moved to meet her position. The dark mother could not control them all, and she had no intention too. All she wished was their birth. But some would have to fall under her spell for her ambitions to be complete. "The Dark Mother calls, so the dark children obey" she whispered. All the while her red eyes fixed on the monitor. Stepping down from the elevated platform that her commander chair resided, she approached her companion. "It is now time for you, Tricia, to play your part." the woman said turning her dark gaze to meet Tricia's. "Go into the Jedi Temple, and play the act of a fellow Jedi Master. Fight the monsters of my creation. Lead them to a "safe haven". I shall command the monsters to not reach that place...Once they are gathered. Leave them to me. I have use for them." Raising her hand she caressed the Jedi she controlled and moved away to exit the vessel. Departing from the bowls of the ship, the monsters she summoned circled around her and she raised her hand. The monsters recoiled in fear and bowed down to the knee.

Black speech oozed from her lips once more, all words learned from the mysteriums of Velok and some of her own creation. "Yak'His. Woyunoks, Jen'Gra Vak'Ress." the black sorceress hissed, continuing, "Chqûw woyunoks, Dah'Yssvahk Urgah nim'rus." Raising her fingers pointing towards the temple the last words came with a powerful dark curse, a venom of impenetrable darkness.

"Odojinya, Je'daii Mwintuska hâskûjontû, Yas'krakül!" she spat with vile emphasis. The monsters growled and howled and with their dark mother they began to march upon the temple. Now in organized madness the horde of evil drew near.

 

[Garza]

I was ready. Geared up for war as I stood on the bridge of the Corvette. Val'Ryss, the woman of the hour, sent forth her call. Even as a Master, I felt the force flowing around the woman as she formed every word of the language that I could not comprehend. I could only feel the power of the syllables as they sent chills down my spine. Each and every one was building up to create beings that would be the main force of our power, hidden on the planet in the form of sentient beings. Each one I could imagine bursting from the seems of their skin and unleashing a form that was to be most - appalling.

The Lord of Shadows walked over to the Ancient Warrior that was once a Jedi. Speaking to her as of the plan for her final steps to the dark side. I smiled as I had already fallen. I stood looking out of the viewport into space and the planet that lay below. The frozen planet was once where I had looked for the rumored dragons that were thought of extinct. To my dismay I did not find them. Only now do I wish to see one before the fall of the planet. Though I doubt that will happen. I looked to my left to see the men flying the vessel. Each one not knowing of the destruction they will bring.

I smiled when I turned around to see the dark woman speaking once more to the beasts that came under her control. However, not complete. I stood there for a second watching the beasts as they followed her commands. I took a few steps forwards to speak to her, and when they had seen me come over they began to growl at me. Coming closer to their master made them mad. I shook my head as I waited for what the Lord of Shadows wanted me to do.

@Darron Wraith @Syn @Boolon Murr @Seroth Ur-Rahn @Iella E`ron @Michael Sardun @Daella Apparine @Joshua DragonsFlame @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

 

[Soeht]

@[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member=Syn] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Darren Shaw"]

For the preceding week before the incident at the Arkanian Enclave, Daella had been instructed to follow Master Jihi’s lead. Both Daella and Master Jihi traveled to Arkania the day before. Fortunately for Daella, the same white hoody that she seemed to always wear was perfect for the chilly climate that Arkania featured.

Any plans for Daella’s training were postponed by the freighter crashing not far from the temple, During the aftermath, Master Jihi began escorting the injured to the medical bay. Daella followed him and assisted when she was able.

As their route looped toward the entrance of the temple, Master Jihi noticed a group of Republic soldiers.

Noticing the trooper hemorrhaging from the eyes and ears, Jihi asked, “Friend, what happened to you? Come we must get you and the others to the medical bay.”

Daella assisted Jihi as he took the troopers to the medical bay without waiting for a response. The young Padawan’s eyes did not leave the troopers, even after they were sat down on some beds.

Once the troopers were situated, Jihi instructed Daella to go get some of the Padawans that were being trained by healers – which were escorted to safe areas.

Only several minutes passed while Daella was absent. When she returned with two Padawans, screams could be heard within the medical bay. Blood covered the windows at the doors. The two Padawans at Daella’s side foolishly ran in. As the doors swung open, Daella saw several blobs of flesh leap out and consume the Padawans.

Staring at the chaotic scene with wide eyes, Daella spent two seconds without moving a muscle. Just as the monsters began to approach her, Daella turned around and began to run. She did not turn back nor let up on her speed even as the abominations began to cry out.

As Daella ran, she eventually came across the entrance of the Jedi Temple once again. Peering out, Daella could see a mass of monsters marching toward the temple.

A voice called out to Daella from one of the halls. Turning her head toward the source, Daella could see a Jedi woman - Tricia – jogging toward the entrance.

“Follow me,” yelled out the woman to Daella.

From then on out, Daella would follow Tricia to where she was supposed to lead the Jedi to.