View Full Version : KOTOR III: The Stand of the Sith

06-27-2006, 08:41 PM
Starring (so far):

Me, Tysyacha, as the Jedi Exile, Tysy Dvukh
ForceFightWMe12 as Canderous Ordo, the Mandalore
JasraLantil and Jae Onasi (I think) as Revan (why did I
delete my PM's? Dumb!)


A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

Five years after the JEDI EXILE, Tysy Dvukh, defeated the
Sith Lord DARTH TRAYA at the heart of Malachor V, she still
searches for her former Master. REVAN, also once the Lord
of the Sith, has vanished from the face of the galaxy. With
her dying words, DARTH TRAYA revealed that Revan had
gone to the Unknown Regions beyond the Outer Rim of space.

That is where the Exile must now venture, with only the fierce
Mandalore, CANDEROUS ORDO, and the loyal utility droid T3-M4
by her side. Tysy Dvukh fears that once she reaches the heart
of the true Sith Empire, the Dark Side will turn her at last.
Will her dedication to the galaxy--and her hidden passion for
the Mandalore--preserve her and her allies, or will the Sith,
with a risen Dark Lord, claim victory once and for all?


"I've abandoned all of them, Canderous."

Canderous Ordo, also known as the Mandalore, leader of all the
clans of his warrior race, swiveled his helmeted head to look at
the Exile. Tysy looked troubled, but much more so than usual.

"Just when I needed them most, what did I do? I left Atton Rand,
Mira, the Disciple, and Visas Marr at the Jedi Enclave. Why didn't
I take them with me? They could have helped us fight the Sith!
Instead, since those four were all Jedi, I left them on Dantooine
in the hope they'd be safe there." Tysy sighed and shook her head.

T3-M4, sitting in the pilot's seat that had once belonged to--not
merely been occupied by--Atton Rand, whistled and beeped warmly.

"I guess you're right, T3. After all, with no Masters at the Enclave,
who's going to teach the Padawans and Younglings who want to
join the Order? Darth Traya's extermination plan should never
have a chance to succeed again. Still...I needed their help.
I miss them." Tysy sat down in the co-pilot's seat and lay
her head in her hands. Being a Jedi had never been harder,
or more painful. Was this emptiness what the future held for her?

"Exile? Are you all right?" came the respirated voice of the Mandalore.

Tysy turned her body towards him. A surge of warmth filled her,
and her heart began to pound. Not with fear, but with long-hidden
feelings. Ever since that day aboard the Ravager, with Darth
Nihilus looming in the distance and the Mandalorian between them...

"I--" That was all Tysy could say before her breath caught in her throat.

06-27-2006, 11:27 PM
((Syscha, I direct your attention to: http://lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=165279... 'tis your planning thread in which all positions were listed and taken. (I'm Bastila and one of the Sith, just so you know) :) ))

06-28-2006, 11:11 AM
Jae Onasi (I think) as Revan (why did I
delete my PM's? Dumb!)

((I'm Revan.))

Revan sat on a railing above the command center of a base located on rocky terrian of a moon. A moon without a planet. However the moon continued to orbit something, and noone could understand what happened to the planet. Had they're even been a planet? If yes, what happened it it? If no, what is this moon orbiting? The base contained mainly human scientists, droids and wookiees has gaurds. They were all here to find out about this moon, and the weird readings the radiars recived. Revan was also interested in this moon, however he was mainly interested in getting into the ruins that were not far from the base however Revan had never had the chance to get there, with the whole no air and gravity and a mysterious mild field around it.

((by the way, can i have controll of Zaalbar or Mission or both?))

06-28-2006, 05:23 PM
((I'm not quite sure we're all talking about the same RP...<.<))

06-28-2006, 05:31 PM
((( I think FFW12 has a point there)))

06-28-2006, 08:01 PM
She's right. Sorry, steven! Thanks for playing anyway, and see you in my
RP after this one. I PROMISE you can be Revan. Plus it'll be action-packed. ;)

06-28-2006, 08:18 PM
Mandalore drew closer to her, his eyes locked on hers from beneath his mask. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the metal sections of his armor sliding smoothly across eachother as he moved.
"It's alright." he said, "You're not doing this alone. T3's here, I'm here, and the others are on Dantooine if we need them. You're not an Exile. Not anymore."

06-28-2006, 11:58 PM
Tysy smiled, and the warmth inside her increased. She felt a sense
of kinship with this warrior, this man who had fought his way through
more battles than she herself could count. Due to her order to activate
the Mass Shadow Generator twice upon Malachor V, she truly could not
decide which of them had the bigger body count--Mandalore or herself.

"I may not be an exile anymore," she began, choosing her words carefully,
"but I'm also not a Jedi anymore. Not technically. I've left behind the stiff
rules of the Council, and that includes the one forbidding any attachments.
I guess what I'm trying to say is--I've had feelings for you ever since that
day aboard the Ravager. I realize what you meant to me then, and
what you will mean to me now if you accept me. Do you...Canderous?
In this new way, when all we both have known so far is war and death?"

T3 beeped again, this time with what sounded oddly like a utility-droid
wolf whistle. Tysy also heard his tinny squeals that signified laughter.

"Oh, hush! You tell me you never fancied any female-programmed droids?"

"Www, www, www," said T3, the noises he made sounding like blaster fire.
Obviously, the plucky droid must have thought his "opposites" had cooties.

"Anyway," said the Exile, turning back to Canderous, "I need all the help--
and all the love--I can get. The galaxy's a cold place without either one."

06-29-2006, 09:34 AM
Mandalore stood quietly, listening to the Exile's words and smiling to himself. It had been so long since he had been as close to anyone as he was to the woman before him. She understood him -- his duties as a Mandalore, the Mandalorian culture, he had revealed more of his history to her than he had told even Revan...hell, she even tolerated his brusque, hard personality.
His hand slid from her shoulder, tracing down her arm and taking her hand. He spun the chair around a bit, and pulled her to her feet.
"Tysy," Canderous said, and he reached up to a joint at the edge of the aromor on his neck, and flipped something. There was a hiss of releasing pressure, and he pulled the helm of Mandalore from his head so he could look her full in the eye. "You know I'm with you."

06-29-2006, 02:19 PM
Tysy almost stepped back, as pleasantly startled as she was, but she did not.
This was the first time she had ever seen the Mandalore's face. Rugged and
handsome, it was, but without the traces of Sith techniques or hidden hatred
to mar its surface. Gently, almost fearing to, she reached up to stroke his hair.

"And I am with you, Canderous Ordo, until both of us become one with the
Force." She saw the Mandalore smile wryly. He had never thought much of
the Jedi, but at least he didn't look as irritated as Tysy thought he would.

"Speaking of Revan," she asked him once he had redonned his helmet and
locked it into place, "where do you supppose we could possibly find him?
You and I have been searching for five years straight. Traya said he was
in the Outer Rim, but she never said whereabout, or how we should attempt
to get there. You were with him once, traveling. Where do you think he is?"

06-29-2006, 04:46 PM
Canderous shook his head, his brows furrowed.
"I've no idea." he said, "We've checked all the likely places...though...there could be one..."
The Mandalore had never actually heard Revan speak of the place, but from bits of information he had gathered on his travels, he pieced together a puzzle that, once solved, left him with one final guess.
"Ziost." he murmured, staring hard out the viewscreen. It was an ancient and dark world...but it was his guess as to how Revan and Malak had found the Star Forge, and where the former might be now.

06-29-2006, 07:52 PM
The name of that Sith-imbued planet made a shiver run down the Exile's spine.
Tysy had heard of the place, but unfortunately, it scared her more than Malachor
V ever had. After all, Malachor V was only a horror spawned by the Mandalorian
Wars. It had not been a Force-forsaken world from the very start, whereas
Ziost...She wondered if Mandalore could feel her tension, her anxiety.

"If we're going to travel to Ziost," said Tysy slowly, "then I'd like the help
of our friends Mical, Visas, Mira, and Atton. If they're not available, then
this might be crazy, but I suggest going to Nar Shaddaa. A lot of shady
characters still live there, who might know more about the Sith and that
planet than they're letting on." She turned to Canderous. "What do you think?"

06-29-2006, 08:49 PM
He nodded slowly. Even with the combined strength of the Mandalore and the Exile, Ziost would be too much.
"Yeah." Canderous answered, "We'll have to try. As much as I hate to admit it, we need help."

06-29-2006, 10:06 PM
Tysy smiled. "One course for Dantooine, coming up. T3?"

The utility droid happily beeped and whirred into life, setting the hyperspace
coordinates for the rebuilt Jedi Enclave's home planet. The Exile was glad that
in a few hours, she and Canderous would see their old crewmates again. She
wondered how the Mandalore felt about "being dumped in a nest of Jedi" so
suddenly, as Atton Rand had once commented wittily back on Telos.

When the Ebon Hawk touched down upon the lush green surface of
Dantooine, the balmy air of early summer enveloped both Tysy and the
Mandalore in his heavy and completely protective suit of armor. The
Exile felt a sheen of sweat begin to form on her upper lip. The planet
was full of a light and heady suffusion, but almost too much so. Tysy
had learned that even the most joyous and inspiring of situations could
quickly turn to disillusionment at the fall of a hat. Or the Force.

She and Mandalore approached the rebuilt Enclave, draped in ivy and the
native flora of Dantooine. Their steps seemed to echo on its cobblestone
brick pathways, sounding conspicuous and heavy. Presumptuous, like they
were the steps of the kind of intruders Master Atris had once been wary of.

"Atton!" Tysy called, jubilant. "Mira! Visas! Come out here. It's me, Tysy
Dvukh, the Exile, and the Mandalore, name of Canderous. We've come back!"

No one answered except the breeze. Which was odd, considering that the
Masters often meditated outside with their pupils in good weather like this.
Sensing something amiss, the Exile and Mandalore wandered into the interior
of the courts, where something like an electric seizure caught Tysy in its grasp.

"Aagh! It's the echoes of Darth Traya!" she cried. "She killed Master Vrook,
and Kavar, and Master Zez-Kai Ell! I have to get back from here, or else I'll die!"

Rushing to her aid, the Mandalore shoved Tysy back with all of his strength
toward the courtyard wall. Landing with an unceremonious, soft thud,
the Exile rubbed her eyes and saw four large depressions along the ground.
Depressions full of gray ash, and strange Force currents surrounding them.
Overloaded, saturated with pressure, tense and tingling, on the brink of explosion.

"Sith spit," the usually stoic Mandalorian muttered softly. "They're gone.
They have to be dead...all four of them. Nothing else could have happened."

Tysy crawled on all fours toward the ashes, gritting her teeth against the
stinging pain. Her eyes watered with fresh tears, for she knew it was true.

06-29-2006, 11:22 PM
Canderous felt a pang in his heart as he saw Tysy's tears. He surprised himself with the feeling, but it was so deep, it seemed to echo through his very soul. He moved over to her, and put his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.
"Tysy..." he murmured, his voice strange coming from the mechanical transponder in his sealed helm. He was never good with words.

06-30-2006, 08:46 AM
The Exile threw her arms around Canderous and let him hold her. She
wept, her body wracked with deep, heaving sobs. When she found she
could speak again, she choked, "Who did this? The Sith? Darth Traya
is dead, and so are Nihilus and Sion. Their--remnants--would have
turned on each other without a Master. So who could have?"

As her head reeled and her temples throbbed, the Exile clenched her
hands into fists. "I know I was once called a Jedi by Darth Traya, but
I am a Jedi no longer. How can I follow their code of peace and
emotional detachment when--this--happened, Canderous? I don't
want to be peaceful. I don't want to be emotionless, like a droid
or a war machine. I want vengeance, and for the killer to pay!"

She cringed to hear herself say it. This was not the Jedi way, but then
again, was she ever really a true Jedi? She longed to hit something, to
punch it, but the only thing she could find was the rock-steady Canderous.
Not wanting to attack him, she simply let sorrow and exhaustion overtake
her. "Are you still with me now, after I've betrayed the code I once followed?"

06-30-2006, 12:05 PM
"I once told Revan," he said, pulling away slightly so that he could look her in the eye. His metal-encased hand moved up to the side of her head, his thumb moving across her skin, "That Light and Dark makes no difference to me - a person's a person, their beliefs don't matter. That goes double for you. I'm with you. Whether Jedi or Sith, I'm at your side."

06-30-2006, 06:03 PM
(((BTW Tysyacha, if this is the same thread that you PMed me about, and I replied to, sorry that I didn't join - I must have missed the planning thread or something)))

06-30-2006, 07:32 PM
((You can still join, Rob. What is Revan up to, and is he on Ziost? ;) ))

06-30-2006, 10:24 PM
Tysy leaned in close to the Mandalore, her face still soaking wet with
tears. They were beginning to become sticky on her cheeks, and she
welcomed Canderous' support. She placed her hand on top of his
metal gauntlet. "Thank you," she whispered, almost pulling in close
for a kiss, but not daring to. Not in this place of grief and horror.

Suddenly she had a quick thought. "If anyone else is still alive
in this Enclave, we need to find them. Mical, Visas, Atton and
Mira might have had students that they were training, and if
they're here, we might be able to ask for their help on Ziost."

Noticing the Mandalore's surprised look, Tysyacha glanced
at him with a determined stare. "We need all the help we
can get if we're going there. They may not be as well-
trained as we are, but they might be of some aid to us."

She and the Mandalore turned to search the other parts of the
Enclave, including the infamous Sublevel, for any survivors.

((P.S. Anyone want to join in as an Enclave survivor? :) ))

07-01-2006, 12:07 AM
Ziost was still and quiet as the night grew darker on the ancient Sith planet. Even through the dark side filled forest there was no noise - just quiet. Revan looked upon the ancient Sith fortresses, crumbling buildings that once contained the horde of Sith that had fled there from Korriban.

It was this planet that had drawn to Revan, for the planet was a haven of the dark side. It was a only year after Revan had defeated Malak when he came back here, to these places of dark power. He stretched out through the force, touching the edges of the evil auras that surrounded these buildings.

But elsewhere, he could feel another presence. There were still Jedi alive, and foremost among them, he could almost feel the Exile.

07-01-2006, 01:50 AM
"I thought they had rebuilt this." Canderous growled as dust motes circled around the light that snuck through cracks in the ceiling. "Either a bomb went off down here--" he heard the shifting of stone and a cracking noise. His eyes rising shooting up for a moment, he quickly grabbed the Exile. His arm sliding around her waist, he quite literally lifted her off the ground, swinging her to the side as the stone above where she had stood only moments before gave way. "Or the Jedi are lazier than I thought."

07-01-2006, 06:36 AM
((P.S. Anyone want to join in as an Enclave survivor? :) ))

((I will))

Jack laied alone on the cold, hard metal surface of the enclave libary. He drifted in and out of consciousness. And while he was waking he kept attempt to heal his bleeding leg, however he wasn't able to find the power.

He started to begin to hear voices in the beg round, he heard people moving in his direction. He only hoped they were jedi or republicans.

07-01-2006, 12:12 PM
As Tysy and Mandalore continued their search, they came upon the Enclave
library. It did not seem to have suffered any damage, although someone
within it definitely had. A male, from the looks of him, lay sprawled on
the library floor with a bleeding leg. Tysy quickly used her Master Heal
Force power upon the young man, making his wounds regenerate.

She knelt down beside him and felt for a pulse. "My name is Tysy," she
said firmly but not too loudly. "Are you all right? I am a Jedi, and this
is my friend, Canderous. Do not be afraid. He is a Mandalorian, but he
is on my side. And yours," she added quickly, turning to the Mandalore.

07-01-2006, 12:23 PM
"I am know, thanks to you." Said Jack as he struggled to sit up "I'm Jack, I'm a Jedi trainee. I was excepted into the enclave a month ago. Are we still in the enclave?" Asked Jack.

Jack was not fully aware of his surrondings, all he could make out is there were two people, offering their help.

07-01-2006, 01:01 PM
"Yes, we are still in the Enclave," answered Tysy. "Do you remember what
happened here? I fear that the Sith may have attacked again, after all this time."

07-01-2006, 01:10 PM
"I can't remenber much, all I do remenber is that I was in the libary researching some useless stuff when I heard an explosion. I headed for the door but before I reached it slid open. A rather large droid, non like I'd ever seen came in here and opened fire on me. It wouldn't surprise me if the sith attacked, they couldn't of just died after the Civil War."

07-01-2006, 01:22 PM
"It doesn't seem the Sith style," Mandalore murmured, "To send droids? I don't think so."

07-01-2006, 04:36 PM
Aerl stooped and picked up a control module from the pile of rubble in what used to be a corridor in the damaged Jedi Enclave. He shook his head in what could either be disappointment or disgust. “Stupid droid. Can always count on them to...”

Suddenly, he heard voices coming from up ahead, and, frowning, he turned his head in the direction of the library. He slowly moved forward, picking his way through the rubble until he spotted the source of the voices through the open door in the library. Three people—a woman, a young man, and a Mandalorian.

"It doesn't seem the Sith style," Mandalore murmured, "To send droids? I don't think so."

Aerl looked at the droid module he held in his hand, and raised an eyebrow. Quietly, he laid it down and shoved it underneath a fallen support beam, hiding it from plain view. Then, with a ready hand on his holstered blaster, he cautiously approached the three.

“Erm…hullo?” he said tentatively as he made his appearance in the doorway of the library.

07-01-2006, 04:51 PM
Mandalore wheeled on the voice, is Mandalorian Assault Rifle lowered, training almost instantaneously to the man's chest. His first impulse was to pull the trigger, but the Exile had always taught him patience...
"Who the hell are you?"

07-01-2006, 05:19 PM
Jack vision got better enough to make out the man who's stood in the door way.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Canderous
"Dunno, I don't reckonise him from the enclave." Jack said.

07-01-2006, 05:27 PM
Aerl slowly raised his free hand in a non-threatening manner as he slowed his approach. "Erm...me? I'm nobody, really. Just... erm... having a look around." He smiled, trying to appear friendly. "You know, seeing if anyone needs help." He eyed the Mandalorian's weapon, then deciding that since he hadn't fired it yet he was fairly safe, he slowly raised his other hand and extended it outward in a gesture of friendship. "Name's Aerl Diesa--trader, explorer, and general jack-of-all-trades. And you are...?"

07-01-2006, 05:30 PM
The Mandalorian switched the safety off on the rifle.
"Just keep your hands where I can see them, and we'll have no problems."

07-01-2006, 05:43 PM
"Alright, alright," said Aerl, stopping in his tracks and raising both hands once again. "I was just trying to be friendly. No need for you to get all tetchy about it." He eyed the Mandalorian, who was obviously in charge, then his gaze fell to the young man, and finally, the woman, although his eyes lingered on her a bit and he smiled at her before returning his gaze to the Mandalorian. "No harm done, right?"

07-01-2006, 05:49 PM
"Eyes on me, bastard." Canderous growled, following 'Aerl's' eyes as they traveled over the Exile, "You're real close to getting a blast bolt between the eyes, you know that, kid?"

07-01-2006, 06:25 PM
Aerl raised his eyebrows and shrugged, giving the Mandalorian a look that said 'no harm, no foul.' "So...you got a name, soldier?" Aerl asked. "Or are you the type that prefers to remain anonymous?"

07-01-2006, 06:59 PM
"You can call me Mandalore." Canderous barked, "Call me anything else and you'll get a rifle butt up your ass so fast--"

07-02-2006, 09:15 AM
The Exile raised a hand to halt the potential confrontation for a bit. "Yes,"
she said quickly. "He's the leader of all of the clans of his race now, so be
careful. You don't want to cross either of us. My name is Tysy Dvukh, and
I'm--a rogue student of the Force, if you will. I'm nowhere near a Sith, but
I'm not a Jedi, either. Not anymore, at least." She smiled and shrugged at
Aerl, hoping Canderous wouldn't get too trigger-happy with his blaster.

07-02-2006, 10:45 AM
Aerl smiled at Tysy in return, then, feeling a bit more secure, lowered his hands to just above waist height. “Right. Got it,” he replied to her while keeping a shrewd eye on Mandalore. “Nice to meet you, Tysy Dvukh. And, erm, who’s your young friend?” he asked, giving Jack an inquisitive look. “Another rogue non-Jedi student, or just another nosy explorer like myself?”

07-02-2006, 12:41 PM
"The name's Jack and just get rid of the rouge non part, and that's me. I came here about a month ago. Where you here during the attack?" Jack asked, corious to see if he remenbered correctly.

07-02-2006, 04:21 PM
"Erm...during?" Aerl asked tentatively. "What, do you think I'm suicidal or something? I came, erm,...afterwards." He smiled briefly. "Like I said, I was just curious to see if there were any survivors or anything useful left." He paused, sensing that they didn't believe him. "Ok, so I was more after the 'anything useful left' rather than the survivors, but...." He shrugged. "Hey, salvaging isn't illegal, you know. I'm just trying to make enough credits to get off this planet. I...erm...kind of lost my ride." He eyed the three of them over. "You, erm, wouldn't want to give a guy a lift, would you?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "I'm pretty versatile when it comes to space travel--piloting, navigation, repairs, you name it. I'm a handy sort, or so I've been told."

07-02-2006, 06:41 PM
Tysy nodded. "I would ask if you wanted to go with us, but the mission
that we're on might be just as you described--suicidal. We're looking for
a colleague of ours who has gone beyond the Outer Rim. The Mandalore
believes he's ventured to Ziost. That's a Sith world, and we both could
get utterly vaporized as soon as we venture into its atmosphere. I believe
the Sith might be behind what happened here, and I'd like to investigate."

She turned to Aerl and Jack. "You'd be risking your lives if you came with
us, but we will need help. Are you willing to travel, and able to fight well?"

07-02-2006, 07:15 PM
"Travel? I'm a born traveller," Aerl said confidently to Tysy. "And Sith don't bother me. I can hold my own in a fight." He eyed Mandalore's assault rifle. "Well...most of the time," he said with a smug grin. "And you're right about needing help if you're going to seek out Ziost. It's a dangerous place. Erm...so I've heard," he added quickly. "You know, cantina stories and the like. But stories are always ten times worse than reality--Wookiees become twenty feet tall, Krayt Dragons grow to the size of a capitol ship, Firaxis sharks have two thousand...." He cleared his throat, realising that he was rambling. "Erm...yeah. Anyway, I'll help you. Danger is my middle name. Well.... actually, it's not," he admitted, "but if you're willing to take me, I'm willing to go."

07-02-2006, 10:48 PM
"Think about what you're doing, Tysy." Canderous murmured. Then, feeling her presence in his mind, he added, We don't need rabble like him. He's a petty criminal, and will be more of a danger than a help.

07-03-2006, 12:00 AM

Revan walked through the worn corridors of the Sith fortress, pausing occasionally to look at the small datapad which was guiding him. Eventually, he came to a single locked door, and put the datapad away with satisfaction. The door was locked, but Revan merely drew his cyan lightsaber and burned through it. As the door fell away, he entered.

The room was filled with ancient computers, some still working. He walked over to the one nearest him and activated it, causing the machine to buzz and sputter. A series of strange language symbols scrolled across it. Revan connected his datapad, and waited for it to translate the language.

Meanwhile, he studied the walls. Several decrepit holo-books lined the shelves, most damaged and beyond repair. He could also see tablets and more primitive recording devices scattered beside the far wall. As Revan bent to examine the other computers, he was distracted by a flash of gleaming metal beside a terminal. Carefully taking out a small pair of fusion cutters, he burned away a small portion of the outside panel until the shining metal was exposed.

A repair, it looked like, a device to keep the terminal running and fix the network, enabling a user to access the information - and, if he guessed correctly based on his technological knowledge, enabling someone to hack into the core. It was not suprising, he had seen things like it before, but it was new. And it wasn't like Ziost had many visitors.

Except for Sith. If there were dark Jedi here, then what were they up to? He was distracted by a beep from his datapad, signaling the completion of the translating. He plugged it into the other tampered terminal, and navigated through the system. After coming upon different entries and logs, most damaged, he tried to view the most current logs and camera recordings taken; he had noticed that many of these were still operational. However, the terminal beeped. Access Denied

Revan scratched his head, then bent over the datapad for a few minutes. When nothing happened except for the same message, he stood up, perplexed. The device on the terminal could have been anything, true. But the security system and the network use to apparently catalog and protect this locked data was not anything like he had ever seen in old Sith systems. That meant that there had been recent visitors to Ziost.

07-03-2006, 07:08 AM
Tysy felt Canderous' wariness, a warning like a rock against the confusion
of her mind. She was still reeling from the seeming deaths of the "true Lost
Jedi," as Darth Traya had once called them. Still, she understood where he
was coming from. Nevertheless, she wanted to reassure the Mandalore.

"Master Atris, one of the Jedi Masters I confronted on Telos before I met
you on Dxun, said I never really took responsibility for my actions. If they
caused others to meet their ruin, I had to answer for them. So I will. If Aerl
causes us any harm on this mission--not that I automatically think he will,
of course--then I take full responsibility. I will bear the weight of your
disapproval, Mandalore, and the weight of my own guilt in the matter.

"As for you," she said, turning to Aerl and sincerely trying not to sound
disdainful, "welcome aboard, Aerl. I sincerely hope the only time you're
more trouble than Canderous thinks you're worth is if we have to fight
swarms of Sith attackers. Come," she said. "The Ebon Hawk's this way."

07-03-2006, 10:59 AM
"I wanna come with you two...or three. I lost a few good friends here, I can't allow this to happen to anywhere else." Jack said, standing up

07-03-2006, 08:09 PM
"Very well," said the Exile. "As long as the Mandalore agrees, we'll head
for Ziost. However, we both have quick tempers, and I think it would
suit all of us best if we try to work together. We won't be able to
fight the Sith if we act like them. Agreed?" She flashed a wry smile.

T3-M4 abruptly exited the Ebon Hawk and beeped and whistled.
He knew Canderous and Tysy from their travels together, but as for
Jack and Aerl, they were strangers to him. He whirred a query
at the Exile. "Don't worry, T3," she said. "They're friends--we hope."

07-03-2006, 08:29 PM
"'Hope' is the key word there." the Mandalore growled gruffly. He hadn't dropped his blaster to his side once since they had entered the Enclave.

07-04-2006, 06:35 PM
Aerl had managed to grab his pack that he had stashed in the corridor near the library, and he casually slung it over his shoulder as he made his way to the Ebon Hawk. “Really appreciate the lift,” he said to Tysy and Mandalore. “Who knows how long I would have been stuck here if you two hadn’t come along?” Before boarding the Ebon Hawk, he took a long look over his shoulder at the silent Enclave. “You know, I don’t want to sound callous or anything, but for a supposed training facility you would think that there’d be more bodies…erm, I mean, more survivors here besides just Jack. I mean, the Sith certainly aren’t known for tidying up after they attack, and even though this place is vacant, it’s pretty devoid of any corpses. Or anything else remotely valuable,” he added quickly under his breath. “I saw some piles of ashes here and there, but as far as I could tell, they weren’t organic. So, where do you think everyone went?"

07-05-2006, 05:54 PM
"Maybe they're not all dead. Perhabs they were all abducted instead of killed." Jack suggested "Perhabs they're bodies were taken away to feed to an animal. Force knows what happened to them. I'm not sure we're even dealing with the sith. I mean since when have they ever used droids for assaults like this one?"

07-05-2006, 08:11 PM
Tysy nodded. "You're right. Droids have never been the style of the Sith.
They mostly prefer to jab red lightsabers through flesh." She gave a rueful
scoff. "And I wouldn't put it past them to have carried out this attack
personally. The reborn Jedi Order would have been too good a target
for Darth Traya's former servants to ignore. One more thing--before
we leave for Ziost, I want to see if the theory I just formulated
might be correct." She bowed to Aerl and Jack, and then turned
to the Mandalore. "Canderous? You can't feel the Force, so I'd
like you to come with me. Please?" Her eyes were anxious.

The Mandalore nodded and followed the Jedi Exile to the very places
where four new Jedi Masters had been vaporized(?) She crept close
to each ash-filled depression using the Breath Control technique she
had learned from her former dark Master. When she was done,
Canderous noticed she was holding her temples and grimacing,
writhing with barely endurable pain. Her last words before passing
out again seemed to be these, which the Mandalore found confusing:

"Hypersuffusion. It--has to be. No--!"

07-07-2006, 03:22 PM
John stood waited with Aerl. There was an orcward silent while the ships owners were away. John spent most of the time admiring the ship's insides. It was about 10 minutes before John asked "What do you think they're doing in there?"

07-09-2006, 11:00 AM
"Haven't got a clue," Aerl replied to Jack. "Though it's pretty obvious that they wanted to be 'alone'." He winked. "If you know what I mean. What I can't figure out is how an ex-Jedi and a Mandalorian got together in the first place." He went over to one of the consoles in the main hold and tapped a few buttons. "Maybe there is something in here about their history, or where they've been, or...OW!" Aerl jumped away from the console as a painful and unexpected electric shock flitted through his fingertips. Rubbing the feeling back into his hands, he glared at the utility droid parked next to him. "Hey! Did you do that on purpose?" he asked it.

T3 whistled, then whirred in quick succession.

"You know, that sounded very much like a snicker," Aerl said, raising an dubious eyebrow at the droid. He looked over at Jack. "Maybe you'll have some luck in finding out where they've been and what they've been doing. I'm going to check out the cockpit. Begin plotting the course to Ziost." He gave a hesitant look at T3. "That is, if the little mechanical prankster here doesn't have any objections."

T3 let out a couple of beeps.

"Good," Aerl said to T3 as he started toward the cockpit. "But I'll be keeping an eye on you. Just so you know I've had plenty of experience with droids. Especially ones with attitudes," he added over his shoulder.

07-09-2006, 10:26 PM
Once Tysy came to (again), the Mandalore had her pulled safely away
from the four ghastly depressions where the Force seethed. It seemed
to be angry, concentrated, quivering with destructive, raging power.

"Hypersuffusion," she continued with a choke. "Someone is trying
to fill in the holes in the Force, or the 'echoes', that Darth Traya
caused five years ago. Unfortunately, the method that this person
is using is just as dangerous, if not more so. You see, when you
hypersuffuse something with the Force, or are consumed by it,
you die just as quickly as if someone cut you in half with a lightsaber."

Her face looked worried. "If this keeps up, and more 'Force wounds'
keep being filled in by this deadly way, then the hypersuffusion will
spread out from the echoes and kill everything in its path. Either
that, or the hypersuffusion will cause the wills of the strong to
bend to whoever's causing it. Either way, we're in for trouble."

07-11-2006, 08:59 PM
((OOC: Sorry I haven't been too active -- I've been off in New York City for a week :D Anyway, I'm back now, quite obviously, and I'll stop babbling and get to posting something useful now...))

Canderous processed what the Exile had just said. After a few moments of running her words through his head, he found it would be easier to just pretend he had understood.
"Wonderful." he said sarcastically. Then, more seriously and anxiously, he asked, "Does it put you in any danger?"

07-12-2006, 08:57 PM
The Exile nodded gravely. "Of course. It also puts Jack in danger, since
he is a Jedi, and it threatens to turn or destroy every living creature that
is sensitive to the Force. I honestly believe Kreia was blind as to the true
consequences of causing 'wounds' or 'echoes' in the Force, but whoever
is doing the hypersuffusion definitely knows what he or she is doing. He
or she is willing to let billions upon billions of creatures die to--what?

"Conquer the galaxy? What kind of a future would there be in an empty
void that has been filled with nothing but twisted waves of the Force?
Gain power? If anyone tried to 'feed' off of these Force hypersuffusion
pockets as Darth Nihilus once fed on Jedi, they would die in an instant.
At this moment, I consider you lucky," said Tysy humbly, "that you don't
feel the Force within you. If you did, I fear we both would be lost."

07-13-2006, 11:48 AM
"Well then I guess its a good thing I'm not." Canderous said, his arm sliding around her shoulders. "Can you stand? We need to get back and talk to Jack, warn him if we have to. We need to figure this out."

07-14-2006, 01:17 PM
Tysy put her hand on top of the Mandalore's. "I agree. We need to
warn both Jack and Aerl, as even those who can't feel the Force
might still be affected by it. That means you, too, and I don't want
you--!" She choked up, startled. Then the Exile figured she might as
well say what was in her heart, with or without the Force to guide her.

"I don't want you to die before your time. To die before the Mandalorians
join you under one banner. To die before--I am your wife. We'd better board
the ship," she said quickly, fearing she'd confessed far too much already.
Mandalorians did not usually like "delicate" people. That meant "weak",
and nine times out of ten, "weak" meant "dead". Warriors. They all were.

When Canderous and Tysy had rejoined Jack and Aerl aboard the Ebon
Hawk, the Exile asked both of them a question. She didn't figure that
Aerl would know the answer, since he was neither a Jedi nor a Sith, but
Tysy thought Jack might have heard of it. Of the danger they all faced.

"Jack? Aerl? Have you ever heard of a deadly technique that the Sith
might use called 'Force hypersuffusion'?" She heard T3 beep ominously.

07-14-2006, 01:47 PM
The Mandalore stood behind Tysy, his arms crossed over his armored chest. Beneath the mirrored visor of his helm, his eyes refused to leave the Exile for even a moment. What she had said to him earlier still rang clear in his head.
His arms shifted, eager to wrap themselves around her, but otherwise he stood stock-still.
Later. he told himself, I'll talk to her later.

07-15-2006, 07:06 AM
Sitting in the pilot’s seat and preparing the ship to take off for Ziost, Aerl’s eyebrow twitched at hearing Tysy’s question. “Force hypersuffusion?” he said to her over his shoulder. “You mean like… dosing a Force Sensitive with so much Force power that it dissolves their physical being and they become part of the greater whole? Erm…nope, never heard of it.”

07-15-2006, 05:55 PM
Tysy's blood immediately ran cold. "You have. I don't understand how you
would have, though, since you are neither a Jedi nor a Sith. Are you a
Force Sensitive? That would make more sense, but even the wisest of
Force Sensitives may not have heard of hypersuffusion. It's a very
stealthy technique, not often used and beyond the reach of even
Darth Traya. What else do you know of this method?" she asked.

Tysy reached out gently through the Force and felt a cloud of fear
in Aerl's mind. Protecting a secret, perhaps? What dark truth could
have been more shattering than the fact that Traya had tried to
destroy the Force with her, the Exile's, help? She sent waves of calm
to try and touch the nervous, hesitant pilot of the Ebon Hawk.

"I sense you know more than you're telling me," she said. "What
is Force Hypersuffusion used for on so grand a scale? It not only
wipes out your enemies, but it can wipe out all life in the galaxy
if it's used enough." Tysy was confused. "Who would want that?"

07-15-2006, 06:42 PM
"Me? Force Sensitive? Erm...I dunno," Aerl said hesitantly. "Like I said, I've never heard of Force hypersuffusion. Well," he quickly conceded, "I've heard of the theory of it. You know, being as I'm a jack-of-all-trades, I have a wide social circle. You wouldn't believe the kinds of things that people like to discuss in the cantina when they think no one is...." He paused, realising that he had very nearly said too much. "Erm, nevermind. Like I said, I've heard of it, but I haven't witnessed the actual process of it. " He sensed that Tysy wasn't buying his explanation. "Maybe...maybe someone wants to punch a hole in the universe or something? That's what the theory says would happen over the long term. A dimensional rift." He turned his head towards Tysy. "So...are we all go for Ziost?"

07-15-2006, 09:23 PM
"Mmm-hmm." Tysy smiled with a mixture of reassurance for Aerl
and suspicion. There was a distinct tone to her voice that said,
I would gladly give my life if you would tell me everything. If
everything the galaxy has heard about Force hypersuffusion
is true, then we're more than just doomed. For now, however,
she was content to poise her fingers over the hyperspace keypad.

Hissssss. A very quiet sound, like the releasing of air from a
valve, perked up the Exile's ears. Soon, a voice that spoke with
a soft timbre between a rasp and a growl addressed her, and the
entire five-person (including T3-M4) crew of the Ebon Hawk.

Why kill? it asked. Why kill, when you can conquer? Why
murder, when you can save the victims from your knife? Why destroy
a planet, or a galaxy, when it would be far better to reshape it?

You misjudge us, Tysy Dvukh, and our intent. That surprises us,
for we believed you'd left the Jedi Order and its lies behind. Its
half-truths that it's concealed from you for the better part of
your life. That is what we want to kill, what we wish to destroy.

Save yourself, and those with you, before the deaths begin. Join
us, or at least learn the true root motives of our cause. Ziost
is the place for you, and for the Mandalorian, whose life is war.
Both the Jedi and the criminal are enigmas, but so are you.
You are turning to our side, though you do not know it yet.

Of your own free will, you will become one of ours...Dvukh.

Tysy, the wind knocked out of her, slapped the controls to
send the ship to Ziost. The Ebon Hawksurged forward
violently, as if fleeing away from an invincible threat. Or to it.

07-15-2006, 10:59 PM
"What in the name of Malachor was that?" Mandalore barked out, despite himself. He had felt a presence in his mind -- he recognized the feeling from the few times Tysy had done the same -- but this touch was...different. Cooler, more secretive. Dangerous.
"Tysy, what's going on?"

07-16-2006, 05:10 AM
"I felt something," Stated Jack "I can't really explain it. It was weird and dark. What is going?"

(sorry for the one liner)

07-16-2006, 09:47 PM
"I think the Sith are near." Such an obvious statement would have caused
lesser men to laugh at Tysy, to scoff at her not-so-subtle revelation.
However, Jack, Aerl, and Canderous were not those lesser men. The
Exile continued, "Ziost is where we're headed, and if that's the case,
that world still radiates the Dark Side energy that draws me like a
Toydarian to credits lying on the ground. Why? I've known darkness.

"I've known war. My body count is very high, in the hundreds of
thousands if not millions. I believe the voice we've heard is of
the Sith, and their presence is trying to lure us to the very place
where we've decided to go in the first place. It's most likely a trap.

"However, that doesn't mean we should ignore it." She sent out
a nervous yet intense pulse through the Force. "Master? Master
Revan? Can you hear me, hear us? It's your former apprentice,
Tysy Dvukh, and I'm headed for Ziost. Are you there?" Silence.

07-17-2006, 06:18 PM
Jack, not ittentially, recived the message however he didn't block, change or interfier with it in anyway. "So Ziost it is then. I've never been there before, to be hononist I don't think heard of it before? What is it like?"

07-18-2006, 12:39 PM

Meanwhile, Revan still searched the complex for any clues to who had tampered with the computer terminal. He had found nothing new - any information of any importance was either locked by an unknown means, or deleted. The only item he was able to glean from one of the computers was a map. It was partially corrupted, of course, but Revan had guessed that part of the damaged file, an area at the far side of an apartment-like section, was skillfully tampered with.

And if it wasn't, well... he would merely continue his explorations elsewhere. The structure was huge, and there was plenty of places where someone might hide.

The door in front of him opened, it's security lock ancient and ruined. He walked quickly past the first row of doors, then turned and found himself facing another series of doors, perpendicular to the others. Checking his map again, he tried the first door.

It appeared to be jammed, and perhaps blocked from the inside. Revan used his lightsaber to burn a small hole, but was met by rocks and crumbled debris. Turning off the cyan blade, he went to the next door; it did not open as well, but it was not blocked. Using the force, he pushed the door aside, and came face-to-face with a creature.

Evidently some starved mutated Sith beast, it roared weakly, then rushed at him, running on it's back legs. The creature's jaws opened, and spit a stream of acid at him. Revan lept to the side, then spun and ignited it's lightsaber. As the creature turned and came at him again, he jumped over it, slicing a line down it's back. The beast roared in pain, then fell to the ground as Revan's lightsaber severed it's neck.

Turning to examine the room, Revan noticed an opening in the wall that led into an open space behind the creature's lair. He crawled through it, then stopped - he could feel something in front of him. It was like a hole in the force, but different, he could feel the force inside of the hole... strong, and concentrated. But a voice in his head distracted him.

"Master? Master Revan? Can you hear-"Suddenly another voice drowned the first out, a soft and evil voice. Hssss.... Revan....He glanced upward, trying to find the voice. Greatest of the Jedi, isn't it? We are suprised. We knew you would come back here, but we did not think that you would come in this way. It was always a possibility, of course....

But did you learn nothing from Traya, at least? It would have been better if you would have left the lies and half-truths of the Jedi, instead of returning to them after your little brush with the dark side. For our aim is to destroy those lies, to reveal those half-truths which have been kept from you.

Always remember that, Revan. You will be on our side, and you will not even know it. Just like those who are coming to you now. The quiet, raspy voice subsided with and echo, and then silence. So, Revan was not prepared for the wave of the force that flowed over him, then retreated, leaving him unconcious on the floor.

(((A bit long, I know - and a bit lame - but I needed to post something in case I missed a couple of days... Oh well.)))

07-19-2006, 09:44 PM
The Ebon Hawk landed on Ziost in the dead of night, perching like an
owl upon its hardened rock surface. The atmosphere of this dark Sith world
was both steaming hot, as Malachor had been, and cold with sinister energy.
Tysy, Canderous, Jack and Aerl emerged as cautiously as they dared, keeping
their footsteps to soft and muted taps instead of bold and stalwart stomps.

"Well, T3," muttered Tysy ruefully to the utility droid, "here we are."

T3-M4 chirped an ominous "Dwoooo," and then rolled out further onto
the surface of Ziost. He made tracks in the quartz-gray rock dust lightly
covering the unyielding bedrock below. He kept all of his sensors alert.

"Now that we're on Ziost," continued the Exile, turning to her three companions,
"what do you think we should do, and where do you think we should start
looking for Revan? If he's even here," she added with a regretful shrug.

((P.S. Rob, if THAT was lame, I crave to see your finest work! *LOL*))
You are most likely your own worst critic. I loved what you wrote!

07-24-2006, 12:04 PM
((Perhaps I am... Although, it's nice to see there's people out there that like it. :) ))

Revan got to his feet slowly, rubbing his eyes as they slowly focused on the room. He started to remember why he was here, then the strange voice, and the words it had spoken to him. Wincing, he stretched out with the force, trying to feel that-

Wait. He couldn't feel anything with the force. In fact, he couldn't even control it. Ironically enough, he could feel the force inside him, but it was as if it was numbed. He could feel it to some extent, but he felt weak. Reassured by the fact that he had not been completely stripped of the force, he picked up his dropped saber.

Now he focused his attention on the voice. He knew he had heard that voice somewhere. In a darker dream, perhaps? Or was he remembering some forgotten journey he had made into these regions? He also remembered the other voice, reaching out to him just before it was blanked out by the other. "Master? Master Revan? Can you hear..." And then it was gone.

He knew that voice also, and he knew who it was. But if she was coming to Ziost, he had to find her. Perhaps she knew something more, something that could reveal what was happening here. However, it would be a bit hard, knowing that he could not use the force to sense her. Shaking his head, he hurried through the building, going back to his ship.

07-24-2006, 01:38 PM
"We could try looking for shelter, if the guy's smart he would of done the same thing. And if we're sure this guy is here there's a decent chance he came here by ship. If we find a ship we have a good lead in finding him," Suggested Jack.

07-30-2006, 03:10 PM
Aerl pulled out a small metallic device, no bigger than a hypo, from his pocket, and as he held it in his hand it began to hum. He began to turn to the right and the humming began to decrease in volume. He turned to the left and the sound increased, and increased more until the humming was a solid tone.

He pointed to a nearby ridge. "Think your guy's located on the other side of that small ridge," he said definitively, then he paused as he realised the others were staring at him and his device. "Oh...erm...this is something I picked up on... erm... Regus 12," he said hurriedly about the device. "It detects... erm... residual hyperdrive coil emissions. From ships. So, if there's a ship over there, most likely this Revan fellow's there, too, yeah?" He moved forward with the confidence of a soldier. "Ok, this way people!" he called over his shoulder.

He paused then, and looked sheepishly over at Tysy. "Erm...wait a sec...I suppose since it's your friend that we're looking for, and it's your ship that we came in, that's your line to say, right?" He gave a hurried glance at Mandalore. "Or, maybe his," he added. "But either way, Tysy, there is a ship over that ridge. And I think we should investigate it since we've come all this way and...." He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Erm...I'll just shut up now." He started forward, grumbling something unintelligible to himself under his breath.

08-06-2006, 05:08 PM
Hate to double post, Tysy, but are we continuing with this thread or ...??

08-11-2006, 08:22 PM
(((Well, I think it's continuing... Haven't seen Tysy for a while, though)))

Revan ran across a broken causeway, exiting one of the larger structures in the fortress. According to one of the old computers, the ship had come down on the opposite side of the ridge. Now, all he needed to do was get there.

He ran through several more doors, finally emerging on an ancient walkway that led to an open courtyard. This was where I left my ship...

Except it wasn't there. "What the....!" He looked across the courtyard in vain for some clue where it had gone, but there was just an empty space. "Great." He said to the empty space. "It gets more and more interesting all the time."

08-11-2006, 09:01 PM
((Will replace this with a good post tomorrow. I got back from a week-long
business trip about 30 minutes ago, and if I try to write now, I will pass out
on the keyboard. Sweet dreams, everybody! ;))

08-12-2006, 02:10 PM
(((Tysy, just to let you know, I'm going on vacation this sunday for about 8 or 9 days. Since you still haven't found Revan, you could probably just have him "nowhere to be found", so to speak, until I get back. That is, unless you want to take him over or it interferes with the story.)))

08-14-2006, 08:53 PM
Tysy nodded. She, the Mandalore, Aerl and Jack moved forward, at first
with the same soldierlike confidence Aerl had exhibited, and then more
tentatively. It seemed that the further they traveled on the barren
surface of Ziost, the more twisted and confused the landscape got.
Eventually, they all concluded that for now, Revan, "Master" or not,
was nowhere to be found. They hoped to find the Ebon Hawk

08-15-2006, 12:03 AM
"Dammit, we've been wandering around this dust-pot for hours!" the Mandalore growled, the teadious task of find the Hawk again winding him down to his last nerve. "I sure hope we find some kind of monster here so I can blast its head right off!"

Jason Skywalker
08-15-2006, 08:17 AM
(Oh my, i completely forgot about this RP! I was HK, Tysy, can you tell me how to fit in?)

08-15-2006, 09:38 AM
Aerl smacked the small 'coil-emission' tracking device he held in his hands. "Work, dammit," he grumbled. The device made a single spluttering sound, then was silent.

Wtih a determined frown, Aerl blew on the device and a small cloud of dust erupted into his face.

"Phfth! Pah! Great! Just great!" Aerl choked out between coughs. "All this dust has clogged up its sensors. But, I was sure the last reading said there was a ship that way," he said, pointing with his finger to their left. He frowned, then turned the device in his hand the right way 'round. "Erm...I mean," his finger pointed to the right instead, "that way."

He looked up and noticed that the others were just staring at him. "What? It's not my fault that my tracker isn't working right. I mean, it worked fine on Tatooine. Erm...for the most part," he added quickly. "And there's no dustier place in the Galaxy than that." He looked around. "Well, except for here, maybe." He shrugged. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going this way," he said, starting to walk as he looked over his shoulder at the others. "I mean, the Ebon Hawk can't be that far a...."

The dusty, sandy ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way and a large gaping hole appeared where Aerl once stood.


There was a soft thud a moment later.

"I'm okay," Aerl's muffled voice travelled up through the hole. "Think I lost my blaster though. Can't see much. It's dark down here. But I landed on something soft."

A low growl rumbled up through the hole.

"Erm...soft, but apparently not very friendly."

The growl grew louder.

"Hey, Mandalore?" Aerl called up. "Think I found a head you can blast. A big head."

The growl morphed into a snarl.

"Lots of teeth."

A roar echoed in the chamber below the ground.

There was a choking cough from Aerl. "Ugh! And really, really, bad breath!"

Another roar, then a moment of silence.

"Erm...Mandalore? You guys can hear me up there, right?"

Then a heavy sounding scraping sound could be heard, like something large starting to move, followed by a hollow metallic 'crunch'.

A faint "Crap" echoed from the hole. "Erm...think I found my blaster," Aerl called up. "Mandalore?"

The roar came again, followed by a reverberating thud.


Another thud.


Another thud and another more ominous roar.


Another thud, followed this time by quick scuffling sounds.

"Aw, c'mon, guys!" Aerl's panicked voice echoed up through the hole. "I didn't come all this way because I had aspirations to be a snack! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

08-15-2006, 11:19 AM
The Mandalore smiled beneath his helmet.
"I think we've let him sweat long enough. Besides, I'm not exactly feeling patient."
Aiming his arm at the side of the hole, Canderous pulled back a section of armor on his arm, a cable headed by a thick spike firing from a hidden launcher. Then, leaping into the pit, he swung across the pit and slid down the side to the ground below. Flipping nightvision on his helmet visor, he glanced around.
"Now where is this big bugger..."

08-15-2006, 12:30 PM
"RA-AAAAA-RRRRRRR!!" The hairy beast roared like thunder behind Canderous, and pawed at the dusty ground.

Aerl was pinned up agains the wall of the pit bathed in the dim light beaming down from the hole in the ceiling above. "Think you offended him," Aerl said to Mandalore. "He. Didn't. Mean. It." Aerl said the words slowly to the beast. "You're. Not. A Bugger. You're a. Nice Kitty." He paused. "At least, I think you're a kitty."

In fact, the beast, by all reasonable guesses, looked like a grossly mutated Corellian Tusk Cat. But it was incredibly large. As big as an adolescent rancor.

It roared again, and this time Aerl could feel his hair move in the stench wind of its breath.

"Canderous?" Aerl said in a very quiet voice. "Help."

08-15-2006, 01:14 PM
"And you call yourself a man." Canderous murmured as Aerl's voice cracked with fear. "All right you big cat, over here!"
The Mandalorian fired a few rounds into the side of the monster's big head, which seemed to simply irritate it. It flicked its ear in an annoyed fashion and turned towards him. Opening its gaping mouth, it growled at him.
"Nice to meet you too!" the Mandalore shouted, and fired a grenade straight beneath the thing's tongue.

08-15-2006, 01:39 PM
The beast shuddered, then it inhaled.

Aerl cringed as he anticipated another ear shattering roar, or at worst, a chomp.

But then, the beast choked, and spluttered and its eyes began to bulge. It turned away from Canderous, and was just about to let out a mighty, convulsive cough...

The grenade exploded.

Aerl didn't have time to dodge before being buried in a mixture of blood, fur, and black stringy fibres. As he extricated himself from the tangled mess, he grimaced.

"Ugh! Hair ball!"

Pausing only to pick up the bits of his crushed blaster, Aerl made his way around the dead beast over to where the Mandalore was standing looking smugly victorious. "Thanks," he said to the Mandalorian. "I owe you one." He looked again at the giantic beast. "Okay, maybe two," he conceded. "But that has got to be the largest cat I've ever seen in my life. I've heard that animals in captivity sometimes grow larger because of a better diet, but...this thing's ridiculously huge! What do you think it's been eating? And, more importantly, who's been feeding it?"

08-15-2006, 04:04 PM
"Who knows." Mandalore said gruffly, trying to pull a bit of carnage from the folds of his metal plating, "All I know is that it's dead now. And that you've got to grow a backbone if you're going to be traveling with us."

08-15-2006, 04:23 PM
Aerl looked over his shoulder, as if trying to see his spine. "Backbone, huh? Well, excuse me if I don't have room in my pockets for nightvision goggles and a grenade." He held up his mangled blaster. "What was I supposed to do? Throw this down it's throat and hope it eventually died of indigestion?"

Suddenly, something caught his eye. Something that had caught a glint of light reflected from the metal of his flattened blaster barrel. "Hey, what's that?"

He rummaged in one of his pockets and finally latched on to a penlight.

"It's a gate," he said, picking his way through the old bones and rubble on the floor of the pit they were in. "Probably built to keep this kitty cat in," he said, peering through the large grates of the metal gate. He shone the light through the gate and down the corridor. "Well, Mandalore," he said. "You gimme a spare blaster and I'll muster up enough 'backbone' to investigate what's down there. Deal?"

08-15-2006, 04:34 PM
The soldier looked at him silently for a few moments, his eyebrows cocked beneath his visor. After a moment he sighed, and turned his head back to the mouth of the pit.
"Hey Tysy! We found some kind of tunnel down here; we're checking it out. Be right back."
Lifting a hold-out blaster from a holster on his belt, the Mandalore tossed it into the air, catching it by the barrel and holding it out to Aerl.
"Start growing."

08-15-2006, 04:57 PM
Aerl snatched the blaster from the Mandalorian. “Gee, thanks,” he said deadpan. Holding the penlight between his teeth, Aerl squeezed through one of the grates in the gate. “Well, if I had anymore ‘backbone’, I couldn’t have done that!” he smirked. “Hold on. I’ll see if there’s a lever or something that…ah! Here it is.”

The gate lifted, groaning with years of disuse, until it was high enough for the Mandalorian to duck under.

With Aerl in the lead, the two walked down the darkened corridor. It was disused enough to have cobwebs on the stone walls and ceilings, but used enough to have a wear pattern on the stone floor. Finally they reached the end. There were two doors, one to the right and one to the left, and a strange computer panel directly in front of them.

Aerl examined the panel. There were no signs that it was working. No lights, no hums. But there were five buttons, each with an unfamiliar symbol on them, and a blank, dusty display screen. Aerl shrugged. “Pick a number,” he said to the Mandalorian.

08-15-2006, 05:16 PM
The Mandalore looked over the man's shoulder for a moment before brushing him aside.
"I've seen these controls before...or something like it."
Pausing for a moment, he hesitantly pressed the fourth button, and the tunnel was filled with an even louder grating noise, the doors to either side being drawn up into the ceiling.
"Well isn't that interesting. It still works."

08-15-2006, 05:20 PM
"Yeah. Interesting," said Aerl, with a disparaging scowl. "Ok, Mr. Smartiepants. Left or right?"

08-15-2006, 05:24 PM
"I got us this far, Meat-head." Mandalore answered, "Your turn."

08-15-2006, 05:36 PM
Aerl sighed dramatically. "O-ka-ay," he said. "I'll take left. It smells better."

He trudged forward, the corridor becoming more and more narrow as they went, until they came to another door. This one didn't have a lock, merely a simple handle.

"Here goes nothin'," Aerl said, and, with blaster ready, he opened the door.

It was a large chamber. Another computer, of the same ancient style but much larger in comparasion, stood in a sunken area in the middle of the floor. Around them were cages. Large cages. But, thankfully, empty cages.

Lights flashed on the ancient machine, indicating that it was not only on, but running.

"Well, would you look at that," Aerl said in awe. Then his expression became serious. "Uh-oh. Droids."

He pointed with his blaster to what looked to be like sentry droids. Only the droids didn't look active. "Don't think they're working," Aerl said, and he crept forward cautiously to investigate the nearest one.

He waved a hand in front of it. "Ha. Dead as a dwarf star," he said. And just to prove his point, he kicked it.

A red light in the middle of the droid abruptly came on.

"Erm...or maybe not."

08-15-2006, 05:52 PM
"Idiot!" the Mandalore growled, leveling his blaster rile at the droid, "Now you're working on my last nerve. We should've left you back on Dantooine."

08-15-2006, 06:10 PM
"Quit moanin', will ya?" Aerl said, rolling under the droid and blasting it several times from underneath. The droid's top plate popped off it's 'head', and the red light went out. "It's just one droid." He blasted it again, just to make sure it was 'dead'.

08-15-2006, 06:12 PM
"But if you hadn't kicked it, there would never have been 'only one droid. And, if you hadn't been a clutz, I wouldn't have had to deal with our cat friend back there."

08-15-2006, 07:10 PM
"Hey, that cat was no friend of mine!" Aerl said defensively. "And how was I supposed to know that I was going to fall through to his cage, huh? It could have been Tysy who fell through instead of me. Or...or Jack. Or you." Aerl frowned a bit. "'Course, you probably would have killed the poor creature straight away, landing on it's back wearing all that heavy armour," he added quietly. "And," he said pointing an emphatic finger, "if I hadn't fallen through that hole, we would have missed this important..." He waved his hand in the air. "...whatever the heck this place is. Bet you didn't think of that, huh?!"

Aerl waited for a reply, but none came.

"You think I'm an idiot, don't you. Well, I'm not." Aerl crossed over to the ancient computer, and stood in front of it, arms crossed indignantly. Then he frowned. "And if this thing had its labels written in Basic, I could show you."

08-15-2006, 10:48 PM
"And you say you're not an idiot." Mandalore sneered. Keying open a comm. channel, he cut off the speakers in his helmet, instead speaking into the comm. mike.
"We've got something down here you might want to see, Tysy."

08-15-2006, 11:25 PM
((Hey, I know! You can have HK FIND us on Ziost, since he's so DS!)) :)

08-15-2006, 11:59 PM
Tysy had heard a lot of roaring, thumping, commotion, explosions...She
would have jumped into the messy melee, but something held her back.
Not the dust, or the size of the gaping sinkhole into which Aerl and the
Mandalore had been engulfed. Not even the possibility of certain death
within said sinkhole had made the Exile feel afraid at that moment.

It was a pull. A pull, and a pulse. The Dark Side was strong here. Granted,
this was Ziost, a Sith world, but even for the Sith...This power poisoned one.
Infected one, like some mutant virus. Tysy knew that lesser sentients would
have been killed in a matter of minutes had they been here. Then again, none
of her crew were lesser sentients, so, gathering her courage, she pressed on.

Down into the sinkhole she went, into the dark, empty corridor where
Aerl and Canderous had suddenly found themselves. Tysy brushed her
hair back from her face and entered what seemed to be a computer
console room. An ancient one, like the ones Revan had supposedly
found in the ruins upon Dantooine. She nodded to her two comrades.

"Thank you, Canderous," she said, bowing humbly to him at the waist.
"And you too, Aerl," Tysy continued with a smile. "Sorry I wasn't down
there to help you two with that--large creature--but whatever it was,
something else had me more afraid. The Dark Side power's lethal up there."

She strode up to the console, which was humming quietly. Instead of
saying her own name, first or last, she pronounced one simple syllable.
"Revan?" she asked. The computer went dark for a moment, and then
flashed a detailed message in Basic, which Revan undoubtedly spoke,
on the screen:

Welcome, Dark Lord. Which function would you prefer to execute?
1) Display a list of all terminations that have happened since last access.
2) Analyze a series of missions and counter-missions by Jedi since last access.
3) Project a list of possible targets for future termination if missions continue.

Tysy took a deep breath and pressed 1). She felt a tug of pain as she read
the list of names. Human and sentient names, not just clinical "terminations."

Master Vrook. Master Kavar. Master Zez-Kai Ell. Master Vandar. Master Dorak.
Plus hundreds upon hundreds of lesser Jedi that had served them all.

After composing herself, Tysy took another deep breath and pressed 3).

Her name was not on the list of future "targets" for termination. Neither was
Jack's, and neither was Aerl's. Neither was Canderous, especially with his
affinity for the darker side of human nature. However, something surprised her...

08-16-2006, 12:13 AM
"Tysy?" the Mandalore asked as he approached her. He could almost sense her surprise reverberating in the air. "What is it?"

08-16-2006, 12:24 AM
"Darth Traya!" The Exile couldn't believe it. "She's on the list! As is--oh, no.
No. It can't be. He's dead. She's dead. They're all dead. Revan wouldn't--"

She whirled around quickly to face Canderous. "Have you ever heard of a
woman named Bastila Shan? According to this list, her 'termination' hasn't
happened, and Revan was supposed to be the one to--carry it out himself!"

08-16-2006, 12:34 AM
"Bastila Shan??" he asked in surprise, "But they're--"
The image of them talking in hushed tones, quite close together years ago on the Ebon Hawk, Revan, unabashed, taking her hand.
"They're involved..." Canderous muttered, "Why would she be on the 'to-do' list?"

08-16-2006, 06:04 AM
Jack just stood behind the group. Not making any comment. His mind was being plauged by good memories of his training and in less than a day,how it was all taken away from him. Jack took a deep breath and asked "Can I see that list of Jedi killed? Perhabs there's someone I know on it."

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 09:57 AM
Suddenly, a crimson droid carrying a blaster rifle appeared behind him.

"Threat: Put your hands up and turn around before your bodies turn into ashes, meatbags!" He shouted.

It was HK-47, the assassin droid conceived by the Dark Lord Revan himself, his body a little rusted, his photoreceptors with a golden murderous light. He stood in an action pose, aiming his rifle at them.

08-16-2006, 01:06 PM
Jack put his hands on his heads and turned to face the droid. While he was doing this he sent a message to Tysy I reckon we could take this droid. I'll use a distraction while you make the kill move?

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 01:19 PM
"Acnowledgement: You all seem familiar to me. Query: Anyone of you ever met a Revan?" HK asked, still aiming his blaster. He noticed Jack eyeing Tysy, he knew they were talking through the Force, Jedi are like that.

08-16-2006, 01:41 PM
"Familar to you? Me?" Aerl said to the droid while slowly raising his hands. "Hey, I just got here. I'm not 'familiar' with anything, living or...." He eyed HK up and down. "...o-or droid on this dusty old planet. Especially you." There was a slight hint of fear in his voice, but it wasn't the droid he was afraid of. "And I've never even heard of this Revan person until...erm, now," he added emphatically.

08-16-2006, 01:58 PM
Well here goes nothing Jack thought it himself
"We're not hostile threats. We here to speak with this Revan about something. We have intell that will be of great use to him on his quest. We request that you bring us to him."

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 02:02 PM
"Statement: I also don't recognize you meatbag. I was talking about the armoured Mandalorian and the girl." HK said to Aerl before turning to Jack.

"Query: My master is alive?" HK asked, amazed. "Threat: Tell me where he is now if you don't want to be a corpse, meatbag."

08-16-2006, 02:22 PM
"You've seem to miscalcuate droid. There are more of us than they're are of you. Two of us are Jedi's, leader of the mandalorians and a...." Jack paused for a second "Wait, you just said you don't know where you master is? Then how did you get here?" Jack question, lowering his hand.

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 04:20 PM
"Exclaration: I don't know, i simply woke up in here, pehraps my Master left me here to kill or something," HK said, "I seem to recognize the female Jedi and the Mandalorian. "

"Statement: He is the Mandalore, Canderous Ordo if i'm not mistaken. And she is...no, it can't be, Mistress!" HK shouted.

08-16-2006, 04:53 PM
Aerl raised a single eyebrow at the droid, then looked at Tysy askance. "Mistress?"

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 05:02 PM
"Statement: Yes, Mistress," HK said, looking at Tysy, "She is the Exiled One, she rebuilt me some years ago and we traveled on the Ebon Hawk with that wretched witch, Darth Traya."

"Query: Also, i once had a smaller, utility droid counterpart, has anyone seen it? He goes by the name of T3-M4." HK asked.

08-16-2006, 07:34 PM
Tysy nodded her head at HK-47. "T3 is aboard the Hawk, HK. As your
Mistress, both former and present until Revan's found, I command you to lower
your weapon. These are my companions, and they are no mere 'meatbags',"
she said. Then she smiled. "Welcome back into active service, HK-47."

She quickly turned and pressed Option 1 on the ancient console to re-
display the list of all the Jedi that had been "terminated" since Revan
had last accessed it. "Here you go, Jack. I honestly hope you don't
see anyone you know. Knew." She caught herself and spoke to Canderous.

"As for why Bastila is on the 'to-do' list--at that time, she was a Jedi.
I assume she still is, after turning back to the Light Side aboard the
Star Forge. The Sith would have wanted her dead anew, her Battle
Meditation notwithstanding. I guess this console, and the Sith,
assumed that Revan would try to reclaim his title as Dark Lord.
Unfortunately for them, they all miscalculated." Tysy sighed.

"There's something odd, though. Not about Revan, but Bastila.
Canderous?" she asked. "HK? What do you know or remember,
if anything, about this legendary Jedi who had the power to
turn the tide of any battle she was in? I only know her through
hearsay. Jedi teachings, and the example of her rise and fall."

Jason Skywalker
08-16-2006, 07:40 PM
HK lowered his rifle and then answered his Mistress, Tysy.

"Thought: I think i have heard of her, i might have worked with her..." HK said. "Statement: Now i remember! She did always wanted to press her slimy mucus-covered lips with my Master's ones in the Cargo Hold, but, strangely, that is all i remember, my circuits are failing unfortunately."

08-16-2006, 09:21 PM
"She was a brat." Mandalore answered before elaborating, "Always Dark Side this and fear that. Watch your actions or, Force forbid, you might take a turn to the dark side. And if she wasn't preaching, she was whinning, or barking orders like there was no tomorrow. We didn't get along well."

08-16-2006, 09:50 PM
"Really?" Aerl said with incredulous sarcasm. He just couldn't seem to help himself, even though he knew he was going to gain a reprisal from Mandalore. "Sounds to me like you and this Bastila were...close. Maybe not close enough to swap spit like the droid said she and Revan did, but... they do say 'opposites attract.'"

08-16-2006, 09:57 PM
The Mandalorian growled and his fist shot out, his armored fingers finding their way around his neck.
"Listen to me you little--"
He glared hard at Aerl for several moments before loosening his grip and backing away. Why did Tysy have to...

08-16-2006, 10:18 PM
Aerl shrugged and straightened his shirt. "Hit a nerve, did I?" he asked the Mandalorian, although he didn't expect an answer. Well, not a verbal answer anyway. A grunt perhaps. Or maybe a... Ooh, he thought, better apologize.

"Look, I'm, erm... sorry," he said, albeit sounding a bit insincere. "But if this Bastila person isn't on that computer Jedi M.I.A. list, then I suppose we'd better go and find her. If she and Revan had a 'thing' goin', as much as I find that a bit hard to imagine between two 'Jedi', then she might be with him. Or him her. Or... you know what I mean." He looked around. "This place is big. Really big. We could start to explore those corridors. Even if we don't find Revan, we may find a clue as to where he, she, or they might be."

08-16-2006, 10:21 PM
Alright...maybe he's not a total meathead...
Canderous turned to Tysy.
"Well? Your call, Tysy."

08-16-2006, 10:30 PM
Tysy nodded. "We must be careful, though. I know we already have been,
but this is a dark planet. There's no telling what manner of creatures we
might encounter that could be--worse--than whatever you two found."
She motioned to both Aerl and Canderous, and then to HK-47. "Please
come with us, HK. We're going to need your help if we're all going to
survive Ziost." Deferring to Mandalore to lead, Tysy and the troupe
continued through the darknened labyrinth. What was wrong here?

Besides the fact that this was a homeworld of the Sith, of course.

Just then, as if the Force willed it, a barely audible-voice pierced the silence.

"Hypersuffusion," it said. "Via the Force. An end to the whole mess..."

The voice was female. Young. Crisp and clear, with a trace of an accent.
Very refined, as if the speaker had been an aristocrat once. Or a politician.

Or, perhaps, a Jedi.

"Statement: Those are the vocal patterns of one Bastila Shan," intoned HK.

This revelation made Tysy Dvukh's blood run ice-cold, though Ziost burned.

08-16-2006, 10:45 PM
"I know that voice...it has to be her." Mandalore confirmed, pausing a moment. Glancing at his blaster rifle, he fixed a few things before proceeding forward again.
"C'mon, we'll do nothing sitting around here. Watch your step, I dunno if I like the sound of her voice right now..."

08-16-2006, 11:08 PM
Something was pulling her. Pulling them toward it. The Exile
remembered how Master Kavar and the others had warned her
against becoming twisted by the Dark Side, but could it possibly
be that someone could become just as twisted by doing what
they believed was the right thing to do? It seemed to
Jack, Aerl, Canderous, and Tysy that they were all about to
find out. What truths were of the Light, and which were Dark?

A door, a room, a holocron. One Sith Holocron, black as pitch.
So simple, and yet so complex. So fatal. Tysy approached it.

An image of Bastila Shan softly whirred into projected life. Strange
that this powerful icon of Jedi history did not appear to be physically
tainted by the Dark Side. However, her words left no doubt in Tysy's
mind as to where her allegiances truly lay. Despite self-deception.

"An end," said Bastila, her voice at once sorrowful and hollow. "An
end to the wars, to the bloodshed, to the eternal battle between
the Jedi and the Sith. Thousands upon hundreds of thousands are
caught in the crossfire, and it never stops. It never ceases, and it
never will cease until the Force sees fit to reform this galaxy anew.
How humbling it is, then, that it has chosen me as its instrument...

"My Battle Meditation, I now realize, was only a crude stepping stone
to a greater and purer power. Through the power of the Force, and
my own meditations, I can channel it so that those I encounter may
be filled with it. Sometimes, even overfilled, especially if they are evil.

Am I evil? Sometimes I believe so, but would an evil being seek eternal
peace and the rebirth of the galaxy? Or endless war, endless conflict,
and unmended wounds in the Force, wicked echoes that plague us
due to the machinations of the Sith Lords? Who is evil? They or I?

"I thought that hundreds might be spared--dozens--nay, even one!
Then I realized the full truth of what the Jedi Masters had taught
me so many years ago. The Dark Side is within all of us, and we are
all tainted. There is not one of us immune to its lure, or the depraved
actions we may commit if we follow our base passions, our base lusts.
We are all infected with this virus, and that is why I am willing to
sacrifice myself to hypersuffusion as well. I, too, must die with all.

"It is the final objective of an evil being to preserve himself at the cost
of the entire galaxy, and the final objective of a good one to sacrifice
himself for the galaxy's good. That is why some may see the ultimate
act of destruction and Sithhood in what I wish to do, but if I truly were
a Sith, I would be the only one left to reshape the galaxy. And Revan.

"Instead, we will both become one with the Force, and all of life along
with it. Only then can the Force have a clean slate in the void of space
we call home to create and sustain life. Pure life, with no trace of darkness..."

The Exile let out a choked "uh-ih-ee!" sound and slumped against the holocron.

08-16-2006, 11:25 PM
"Tysy!" Mandalore exclaimed as he dropped to his knees beside her, his blaster forgotten as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Tysy...are you alright?"

08-16-2006, 11:29 PM
Tysy shook her head to clear it. "Canderous," she rasped. "Have you
ever heard of anything so incomprehensibly heinous? To cleanse the
entire galaxy of life so that the Force can supposedly rebuild it? I
know you've killed thousands, but have you ever considered that
it could be done through the Force? In the name of good?!"

08-16-2006, 11:44 PM
He could almost feel her skin grow cold at the thought. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping around her shoulders.
"No...I can't. Especially not from her...I knew she was cracked, but...It seems impossible..."

08-16-2006, 11:48 PM
"It could be that the Dark Side energies are toying with us, trying
to make us believe illusions, but...no illusion could have created that
Holocron. Jack? Aerl? What say you? Could it really be done?!"

Jason Skywalker
08-17-2006, 05:47 AM
"Exclamation: Bravo, bravo! Great speech! I never knew how that whiny spoiled brat could be like that! Bravo!" HK shouted before looking at his companions.

"Irritated Statement: Oh yea, your from the Light Side," HK irritatedly said before lowering the tone of his voice, "Whisper: Meatbags."

08-17-2006, 06:18 AM
"I surpose with another power it could be. However if one thing went wrong there could be a major diaster on a galactic scale. But how does genocide of the jedi order help with this repairing the galaxy?" Jack said, and wispered to annoy HK "Bucket of bolts."

Jason Skywalker
08-17-2006, 09:06 AM
"Irritated Statemnt: I heard that, meat..., Jack." Said HK, noticing Tysy looking at him.

08-17-2006, 09:21 AM
In the name of good…

With Tysy’s words echoing in his head, Aerl snorted with disdain. “Good. Evil. Light Side. Dark Side. What’s the difference? Death is death, no matter what ‘side’ someone believes they’re on. The only ‘side’ that really matters, is the ‘living’ side. Your holographic ‘friend’ there,” he nodded to the holocron, “may claim to be on the ‘Light Side’, but she’s seems a lot more evil to me than…”

He paused for a moment, as if he had been about to say something, but had suddenly thought better of it.

“...than any true Sith Lord,” he continued. “Even if she isn’t wearing the traditional ‘black’ clothing and doesn’t chortle with maniacal laughter at the end of every other sentence,” he added quickly. He cleared his throat. “But it looks like there’s still time to stop her.”

He looked at the holocron. “She said ‘we’. ‘Instead, we will both become one with the Force,’” Aerl quoted Bastila. “’We’ implies two. And, seeing as she and Revan had some sort of a ‘thing’ going on between them, it sounds to me that she was planning for them to die together. So, as long as your buddy Revan isn’t dead, then ‘we’ could assume she isn’t either.” He looked at Tysy. “But I don’t think she planned to invite any of us, especially you, to her End-of-the-Universe Party.” He grinned. “That’s where our ‘we’ has an advantage over her ‘we.’”

08-17-2006, 10:49 AM
"Of course, this implies that we can find her 'we' to begin with." Mandalore murmured.

08-17-2006, 11:02 AM
Aerl frowned a bit. "Yeah... well... there is that. But he's got to be around here someplace, right? I vote we pick another corridor and start looking." He paused. "That is, if we're voting," he added. He looked curiously at Mandalore. "Are we? 'Cause... it's kind of hard to tell under that helmet of yours if you're scowling at me or not."

08-17-2006, 11:07 AM
"Almost every time I'm talking to you, you can probably count on me scowling." Mandalore said seriously, "And as for votes...we can leave that to the Exile. My vote is that we try another corridor but leave tweedle-dee here before he starts activating any more ancient defences."

08-17-2006, 09:43 PM
The Exile nodded. "Try another corridor, we will. Aerl, I agree with your
theory about Bastila. I keep wondering if Revan knows that she most
likely wants them both to die together. If he does know, I wonder if
he'll agree to it. If I know Master Revan...he won't." With the go-
ahead from Tysy, the group pressed on, Aerl far to the rear
of Mandalore. After all, "Tweedle-Dee" resented being left behind.

Another pitch-dark, cobweb-dusted hallway, another door, a room.
This one featured a tall metallic chair, complete with silver shackles
for the legs and wrists. Again, Bastila Shan's calm voice echoed within.

See this chair, little Syscha? It was my first experiment in Force-
hypersuffusion devices, and it cannot be matched. It cannot be broken.
It worked, and it still works, but now I have a more efficient method for
cleansing all of us of the taint that is the power of the Dark Side...

Another voice, this time that of her inner being, prompted her.

Try it. You know who you are, and what you can do. You still have
a 'wound' in you, a Force wound that has only been partially healed.
Perhaps you can withstand this chair's power, and Force hypersuffusion,
if you sit in it and let it do its work. For two minutes, now. Submit.

As if drawn by the will of the Force itself, Tysy sat down in the chair.
The shackles automatically fastened themselves around her ankles and
wrists, and then it began to glow with a deep redness that was not heat.

As the Exile felt the Force begin to fill her via the hypersuffusion chair,
she began to count on her fingers. "At-tysyacha, dve tysyachi, tri
tysyachi, 'tyre tysyachi..." The others realized, some with horror, that
she was counting seconds. Oddly, she seemed to be withstanding it.

After two minutes, the sinister chair was blazing a bright orange-red.
How much more intense could it get? Tysy, though she was fine by
all standards and appearances, was nevertheless working very hard
to subdue the ever-increasing Force currents within her body.

Suddenly, the chair hissed. The glow vanished, and the shackles
released themselves from around the Exile's extremities. Non-Force-
Sensitive victim, perhaps, or one who had the Force partially stripped
away from him or her. This meant Tysy had to protect at least Jack.
If he ever faced such an ordeal as this chair presented, he would die.

"This chair," she told the others, "is something that Bastila probably
discovered or helped to build before she learned to modify her Battle
Meditation power into a Force Hypersuffusion-type power. I don't think
it will work on those who cannot feel the Force. So, that means, Aerl
and Canderous, that you two are safe. Jack--I'll think of something."

Silence. Bastila's voice. You are wrong. Those who are not sensitive
to the Force have just as much to fear as the Jedi or Sith, if not more.
The Force lies within all of us, even if we cannot tangibly feel it. Thus,
the Mandalorian and other living wastes like him will die almost instantly.
Do not resist, my Exile. You have a part in this galactic purification.

"She didn't say what part," Tysy said then, trying very hard not to shiver.

08-17-2006, 10:48 PM
There was a long silence. Then Aerl’s brow raised with realisation. “Oh,” he said slowly. “I get it. This place is like those cheesy fun-houses at those travelling carnivals that frequent the frontier planets on the Rim. Well, ‘fun’ probably isn’t the best word to use in this situation,” he reconsidered. “This is more like a ‘Sith House of Horrors for Jedi.’ But you know what I mean, right, Tysy? You search your way though the maze of dusty corridors, from room to room, discovering all of the warped, evil little tests and exhibits that Bastila has set up, and at the end she kills you.” He paused, then frowned. “Aside from the lack of manical laughter, I’d say that’s pretty evil. Do you think she meant all of these tests for Revan? Or…” Aerl looked directly at Tysy, and his eyes changed from friendly hazel to steely gray. “...did she know you were coming here?”

08-17-2006, 11:00 PM
"Me? I doubt it. After all, I've never met this Bastila," said Tysy, "and from
what I intuit...she meant these tests for many others. Unwary Jedi who
came to Ziost thinking they were powerful enough to withstand anything
that the Sith could throw at them. I think that every time I heard her
voice, that she used the same techniques with other Jedi, other victims.

"What do you say we leave this tunnel and try to find the Hawk?"

08-18-2006, 12:55 AM
"Finding the Hawk sounds good to me..." the Mandalore said distractedly, "But what bothers me the most..."
He scanned the ceiling, as if looking for some kind of camera or other electronic bug, "Is that she called you by name, Tysy."

08-22-2006, 10:43 PM
Revan walked quickly down the tunnel, looking ahead for some sign of danger or strange occurences. Unfortunately, there was nothing. There had been nothing, ever since he had come out into the opening and found the Hawk missing.

Like a door, partly closed. It was like a door that he could almost reach before it closed, and yet when he left, and came back, it had closed completely on him. Now, it was just emptiness in the fortress. It felt uncanny, much more than actually finding something dangerous or mysterious.

He stopped suddely. Voices were above him. They were low enough that he could not discern what they said, but he heard a male voice say something, sounding as if it were behind a mask. Without the force, though, he wasn't sure what to do.

Well, when all else fails... "HELLO!" I guess I might as well. If some evil Sith apparition comes floating out of walls at me, it would break the monotony.

And perhaps it would lessen that feeling of things closing ahead of him, stopping him from looking inside.

08-22-2006, 11:26 PM
Canderous spun on his heel, his gun leveling, a laser sight coming to life on the large door, peircing through the darkness.
"Looks like we're not as alone as we thought." he growled.
Though what kind of idiot shouts when he has no idea what he's shouting at?

08-23-2006, 05:45 AM
"I'll go and check it out..." Said Jack as he took several steps foward, then remenber he was unarmed. He then checked any pockets he had any form of weaponary on him. "Crap... erm anyone got a spare firearm or vibroblade on them?"

08-23-2006, 06:23 PM
"Here," Aerl handed Jack the hold-out blaster Canderous had given him earlier. "Just be careful with it. 'Ol Grumpy there gave it to me." Aerl gave the Mandalore a sour look. "There's probably something wrong with it."

08-23-2006, 06:24 PM
"Oh yeah, I stuffed the barrel full of cork just so it would backfire on you when you pull the trigger."

08-23-2006, 06:28 PM
"Thanks," Replied Jack before leaving the group to where the voice was coming from. Keeping the gun aimed and ready to shoot anything that would want him dead. After a little less than a minute, Jack saw a figure down the hallway. Well here goes nothing "Hey!" Jack stepped into view, aimied his gun and figure and shouted "Who are you?"

08-24-2006, 12:48 AM
"I'm an evil Sith menace, coming to destroy you, Jedi." Revan had to smile as he saw the force adept stepping down the hallway. A Jedi, here, eh? I wonder who's with him. Revan stepped toward him, deciding to stop the sarcasm and see what was going on.

"Actually... my name is Revan. Perhaps you might know who I am."

08-24-2006, 06:24 AM
"That depends, are you the Revan whom was once a powerfull sith lord who was screwed over by his apperentice and lost his memory only to kill his former apperentice and abandoned the galaxy in seach for some great threat... or your just some average Joe with the same name... I'm guessing option 1 is correct.."

Hey Tysy, you wouldn't believe who I've found wondering the walls... Jack said, sending a message through the force.

Jason Skywalker
08-24-2006, 06:26 AM
HK was impatient and decided to follow Jack. Eventually he found him talking to a very familiar face.

"Happy Statement : Gasph, Master, oh Master, is that you?!" HK asked the figure that appeared to be Revan in utter joy.

08-24-2006, 07:53 PM
Tysy, receiving Jack's message through the Force loud and clear, rushed
forward. Forgetting all her training, forgetting her exile, forgetting even
the basic sense of self-guarding that all Jedi were supposed to have,
she yearned to lay eyes on Revan's face one last time, even if his
objective was to kill her. She had to know if it was him.

When she saw his face, all of her greatest dreams and her worst
fears collided in one fell swoop in her mind, almost knocking her
as senseless as a Force Wave would have. "Revan? Is that you?"

08-24-2006, 08:09 PM
"It is, or its either some average Joe with the same name and same memories." Revan walked forward to see the newcomers in more light.

"Tysy...." She was here; he was very glad of that. With her help, even if she had been once stripped of the force, he stood a much greater chance of understanding the mysteries of this place. "And I see you brought a few of my other friends back, too." He smiled as he saw HK.

Jason Skywalker
08-24-2006, 08:22 PM
"Statement: Oh Master, it is you! If Droids could feel anything i would feel joy and bliss! Oh wait, droids do feel and i'm feeling that." HK joked.

08-24-2006, 08:43 PM
"Revan..." Mandalore murmured, stepping forward. He had turned the laser sight on his blaster off, but still held it at the ready, the safety off. "You're here."

08-24-2006, 08:49 PM
Tysy smiled, giving a nervous laugh that was more like a twitter. "I'm glad
for the happy reunion, but something's wrong. Terribly wrong. Revan, I
must know--are you in league with a woman called Bastila Shan?"

Out of sheer survival impulse, the Exile grasped for Revan's hand and
held it tightly. Together, they both writhed almost imperceptibly, as
if struck by a sudden jolt of electricity. With the cursed gift of her
partially-healed wound in the Force, she touched Revan and made
him see. See and hear the new promise of the woman he'd known...

An end to the whole mess.

Hypersuffusion. Via the Force. An end to the wars, to the bloodshed.

Am I evil? Who is evil? They or I?

When the speech was done, and the visions--the Holocron, the chair--
then the Exile fell apart from her former Master. Terror swept over her.

Only then can the Force have a clean slate...

08-25-2006, 09:34 PM
Aerl was quite puzzled by this 'reunion' that seemed to be going on. He didn't know Revan. Well...he'd heard of him, sure. Who hadn't. But something didn't sit well with him.

Mandalore obviously was familiar with Revan, but still maintained a guarded posture and a finger on the trigger. Unusual way to greet a friend, Aerl thought. But, then again, Mandalorians were... odd like that sometimes.

Jack appeared somewhat guarded as well, Aerl thought. Or maybe it was fear. After all, Revan had been a Sith lord once. But he had also sort of bailed out on the Republic some years ago, so there was the possiblity that Padawan Jack was wondering if Revan could have re-embraced his Sith ways again.

Tysy obviously had some sort of deep 'connection' with Revan, as evident by her sudden and urgent hand holding. Though, Aerl reckoned, that could just be some sort of Jedi thing. Still creepy though, especially here in the 'Jedi House of Horrors.'

The droid, the very same one that had trained a blaster on him the first time they had met, was acting very oddly. Aerl had been around droids long enough to recognise an assassin droid when he saw one. And assassin droids were never happy to see someone. Well, not unless they were planning to kill them.

And that's what bothered Aerl. Someone was trying to kill them. And he wondered if the droid was part of Bastila Shan's plan.

Unobtrusively, Aerl slowly sidled up to Mandalore. "Erm... is it just me, or are things here just a little...." He nodded towards HK. "...odd."

08-25-2006, 09:59 PM
"A little?" Canderous asked, his tone quiet, "Try a lot. I knew who Revan was years ago - hell, I fought alongside him -- but I can't be sure this is the same person. Meanwhile, we got a baby jedi looking like he's about to $h!t his pants, Tysy having some kind of spasm through the Force, and an Assassin Droid falling in love. I think that qualifies as really weird."

08-26-2006, 07:50 AM
Aerl nodded and discreetly stepped back. Strange to finally have the Mandalorian agree with him for once, he thought. Of course, Aerl suspected there were more 'wierd' things ahead of them.

"So," he said to the group. "I hate to be the one to interrupt this reunion among... 'friends', but Revan never answered Tysy's question about being in league with this Bastila person."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded the tall male Jedi. "So... are you?" he asked suspiciously.

08-26-2006, 08:07 AM
"You think this is weird? Try looking at it from my point of view. Several hours ago I was heading down to the libary to do some research to shut my master up, now I'm looking at a boody sithlord and I'm being insulted by some grumpy old man who hides inside a envirmomental(sp) suit."

09-04-2006, 11:17 AM
"I- Bastila?" Revan looked up for the first time since Tysy's vision of the words and promises that had come from this place. What's happened? He wanted to ask, but couldn't shake the memory of the woman's words, the woman who he had once loved.

Hypersuffusion. Via the Force. An end to the wars, to the bloodshed.

He didn't understand, and he wasn't any closer to understanding. But he still traveled through that vision, exploring the memory of all that Tysy had seen, and found here on this planet. Bastila? Who- what are you doing? An end by way of.... what? He had heard of Hypersuffusion before. Wasn't it a- a theoretical phenomenon that had never been experienced? He thought he had read something once, somewhere on Dantooine.

Revan was still for a few more seconds, trying to digest all that he had heard. "I-" he stuttered quietly, "I know Bastila."

At least, I think I do. He turned helplessly to Tysy, for the first time losing any confidence that he had formerly had; he felt bewildered and lost.

09-04-2006, 11:07 PM
"You do not stand with her," the Exile said gently. "If you did, you
would have taken us to her. To death, if what she says is true."

She gazed at Revan with patience, sorrow, understanding. Hers
was the look of an apprentice who had come to see her Master
in the darkest throes of doubt, but knew he'd be the stronger for it.

09-05-2006, 12:50 AM
A rock and a clump of dirt crumpled from the ceiling, dropping and cracking on the ground in the silence. Mandalore stood a bit more at ease, seeing Revan's reaction to the events that had been relayed to him a moment before. He seemed as bewildered as they were, which boded well for them.
"We should get going." Canderous said, "We don't know what else is down here...and personally, I have a bad feeling about this place."

09-07-2006, 12:35 AM
"Yes, we should." Revan said. He momentarily pushed the image of Bastila and her words out of his mind; later, when they were safer, he would ask questions. But as for now, he needed to keep his focus.

Jason Skywalker
09-07-2006, 07:20 AM
"Proud Statement: Wherever you go Master, i shall blast meatbags at your side," HK said. He would smile, unless he was a droid. Then he turned to Tysyacha. "You too Mistress."

09-07-2006, 05:19 PM
There! He said it again! Meatbags! Aerl thought to himself. I don't trust that droid. Well, I don't trust any droid, but especially not him. Note to self: make sure the Mandalorian is inbetween me and the droid at all times in case of 'accidental' or 'stray' blaster fire at any 'meatbag', i.e. me.

"So," Aerl asked aloud, "which way do we go to get out of this joint?" He looked at Revan. "You, erm, didn't happen to leave a trail of bread crumbs or something in this labyrinth to navigate your way back out, did you?"

09-08-2006, 08:53 PM
Tysy shook her head. "No, but I do have...this..." She reached deep
inside herself, within the wound that had not healed in the Force. Not
completely. She gritted her teeth again and waited for its pain and
intense gravitational pull to subside. When it did, she reached forward
and felt a wall. Not a wall--a door. She gently pushed it open, and the
light of the sunset of Ziost almost blinded them all with its radiance.

"Query: How did you do that, Mistress?" asked HK-47, rather puzzled.

"This place, or these tunnels, are filled with the Force. Over-filled, or
hypersuffused. I thought that if I could channel the emptiness that
I felt within myself, and the pain, into the hypersuffused catacombs,
that we would find a way out." Tysy smiled wryly. "Looks like we did."

Once they exited, all they could see across Ziost's baking desert horizon
was sand and sand. Tatooine had nothing on the desolation of this planet.

"I may have found an exit," announced the Exile regretfully, "but I still don't
know how to find the Ebon Hawk. Revan--it's your ship. Any ideas?"

09-08-2006, 09:26 PM
"How in the hell did you know that would work?" Mandalore muttered, whether to himself or the Exile wasn't clear. For all he knew, that was a blind guess...and they could've all ended up split in half on a molecular level or else trapped in some dark, endless void for all he knew.

09-08-2006, 09:38 PM
Tysy slipped her hand into the Mandalore's, not caring if anyone else saw.
"I didn't," she said. "I only had faith, and a guess based upon what I
knew about these tunnels. I believe Bastila turned the hiding places
of the ancient Sith into a death trap for unwary Sith and Jedi.

"Hey--what's that shimmering in the distance?" She squinted her eyes.
"It could be a mirage, but in my experience, mirages haven't been so
solid and elliptical--!" Suddenly, she broke into a run fueled by her
Force Power of Master Speed. Dragging Aerl, Jack, the Mandalore,
and HK-47 along with her, the Exile lay flat to the desert sand and
kissed the hot metal entrance ramp of the not-so-illusory mirage.

"The Hawk!" she cried. "Let's board and get off of this Force-
forsaken world before the Dark Side decides to consume us all!"

09-08-2006, 10:05 PM
The Mandalore boarded the Hawk quickly after Tysy, his arm wrapping around her waist for a moment.
"So the ship gets a kiss but I don't? That seems hardly fair." he said quietly, grinning beneath the metal of his helmet.

09-08-2006, 10:57 PM
Tysy giggled. "Sshhh," she said gently, and removed the Mandalore's helmet.
Stroking Canderous' cheek, she pressed her face to his, and they embraced.

"Sheesh! Get a room, you two!" scolded the voice of a teenage Twi'lek
in the Exile's mind. Mission--Vao? She'd helped Revan on his quest to
destroy the Star Forge. No matter. The Exile was safe now, warm.

She turned slightly within his arms and whispered a Mandalorian vow:

"Mhi solus tome--We are one when together.
"Mhi solus dar'tome--We are one when parted.
"Mhi medin'ul an--We share all.
"Mhi ba'juri verde--We will raise warriors!"

Tysy smiled. "I will be your wife, Canderous Ordo, until after the galaxy
dies and the Sith conquer. I am yours throughout all battles, during all
wars, until the end of time. I am your second-in-command, servant,
lieutenant. Ya--tvoya' dvukh! This I promise through the will of
the Force, and in the name of Mando'ade, the father of your clans!"

She rested her head against the Mandalorian's shoulder, remaining still.

Note: The Mandalorian wedding vow was featured in a recent issue
of Star Wars Insider magazine. I found it fascinating, and I hope y'all did, too!

09-08-2006, 11:57 PM
He held her close, his head turning and bending to rest against hers as she spoke.

The Mandalorian wedding vow...

His gauntleted hand ran through her hair, his eyes watching the movement idly. And of course, being a man of few words, he could hardly think of what to say.

"If you will have me, Tysy, then it would be my honor to be your husband. I love you, Exile, and I have for a long time."

Jason Skywalker
09-09-2006, 05:06 AM
HK boarded the Hawk and noticed Tysy and Mandalore.

"Statement: Mandalorian, if you hurt my Mistress in any sentimental way, i'll blast you, even without Master's or Mistress' permition. And now with that said, i believe i shall go to my position of usual : the garage. Everybody knows where to find me."

09-09-2006, 05:10 AM
"Nice work you bucket of bolts. You've just ruined a romantic moment between the two." Joked Jack before looking at Aerl and waited for him to make a smart or funny reply.

Jason Skywalker
09-09-2006, 05:28 AM
"Statement: Shut up you! If it weren't for Mistress, believe me, you would be lying face down! Besides, it had already ended, meatbag."

09-09-2006, 06:56 AM
"You shut it you bucket of bolts. I may be a mere apperentic but trust me, I have the power to switch your currects to make you think you are a fembot." Warned Jack, giving HK an evil look "Just think, you properly owe more to Tysy than I do."

09-09-2006, 07:22 PM
Aerl was last before Revan to board the Ebon Hawk. He witnessed the end moment of Tysy's and the Mandalorian's embrace, and then the exchange between the droid and the Jedi Padawan.

But all he could do was stare at the uncovered face of the Mandalorian.

I've seen him before.... Aerl thought. But where?

But what he said to Mandalore was, "Oh, erm...sorry for staring, big guy. I was just...well, expecting something a little more, I dunno,... 'scary' or 'scarred' underneath that helmet of yours. You know, more 'Mandalorian.' But you're just... normal looking." He snorted. "Go figure...." He shook his head in disbelief as he headed for the cockpit. "If no one has any objections, I'll start her up. Don't want to overstay our welcome, now, do we?"

09-09-2006, 07:37 PM
"Yeah, we'll see who's face'll be scarred if you don't shut your trap." Canderous called after Aerl, then in a lower tone, added, "Insolent brat."

While his statement wasn't exactly friendly, his tone wasn't angry either, which his words seemed to imply. Perhaps Aerl was beginning to grow on him...

09-09-2006, 11:48 PM
Tysy laughed, expressing her merriment and happiness without fear.
"Shut your trap," she said, snickering. "Oh, Canderous, you sound
just like Atton Rand--i-i-if that doesn't bother you too much."

The Mandalore had an expression that others might call "brick face,"
"stone wall", or such like. This only made Tysy laugh even harder!

"I'm sorry, love. It's just that--sometimes Jedi have more of a dark
sense of humor than others think they would." She smiled. "Come.
Let's think of a plan of where to head next. We can finish tonight."

At the word "finish," she gave Canderous a kiss right below his jaw.

Jason Skywalker
09-10-2006, 06:44 AM
"Whisper: God, i hate these lame love things, but if it's with a master of mine, i have got to endure it." HK whispered.

"Query: Say, i have seen you Mandalorian. Are you not Canderous Ordo that travelled with Master some time ago?"

09-10-2006, 01:31 PM
Canderous raised his eyebrow's at Tysy's words. "Tonight, eh?" he muttered.

"Query: Say, i have seen you Mandalorian. Are you not Canderous Ordo that travelled with Master some time ago?"

The Mandalorian turned toward the droid, only now becoming truely aware that his helmet had been removed. He was breathing relatively unfiltered air for the first time in...years. It was a strange thought indeed.

"Regardless if you mean Tysy or Revan, yeah, I'm him." he answered HK, "Are you not the very assassin droid who said that 'love' was shooting a person in the kneecaps with a high-powered sniper rifle?"

Jason Skywalker
09-10-2006, 02:05 PM
"Answer: Indeed, i am HK-47. To me, "Love" is indeed that. The very thought of what you Humans call "Love" ensickens and disturbs me, seeing meat...erm, i mean, organic flesh all over the place and you organics pressing your slimy mucus-covered lips together in the Cargo Hold, just like Master did with that Bastila." HK told him.

09-10-2006, 02:48 PM
"Hrrm." the Mandalorian murmured. That droid was still as out-of-whack as ever. Turning towards the main hold, he guided Tysy into the room, his arm still around her waist.

"Anyway...plans. What've we got to work off of?"

09-11-2006, 10:45 PM
Revan reappeared from the back sections of the ship, ignoring the ongoing discussion. "It looks like she's in one piece. I don't see anything unusual, or out of place, but I still am a bit uneasy."

He glanced over at Tysy and the helmetless Canderous for the first time, and then at HK and Jack. "Well, are we busy with a happy little reunion party, or what?" He said, smiling slightly.

09-23-2006, 02:58 PM
"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want, 'Knight'." Mandalore answered with a grin, "HK and me've seen you and our friend Ms. Shan in the cargo hold before -- damn, I think that was supposed to be kept secret..."

Jason Skywalker
09-23-2006, 05:58 PM
"Agreement: Canderous is right. I have it recorded on my databanks. Just let me process it for a moment..." HK said. Suddenly, a holo-record came out of his photoreceptors showing Bastila and Revan talking.

"Mockery: Oh Master, i love you, but i hate all of that you stand for! But still i think we should go and press our slimy mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold!"

"Extrapolation: There Master, now did i humiliate you enough?"

09-25-2006, 10:35 PM
"Eh, ha ha..." Revan laughed uncomfortably. "Alright, that's enough - didn't know you guys enjoyed that kind of eavesdropping. Or, Canderous, was it just 'cause you wanted to learn how to do that sort of things should the need arise?" He looked back up into the Mandalorian's face, smiling again.

"As for you, HK," he paused. "I guess it just shows you that you just can't understand Jedi women; I can't either." He suddenly stopped, as the thought of Bastila brought back the voice and visions he had seen when he had first found Tysy.

Jason Skywalker
09-26-2006, 05:31 AM
"Mockery: Ahah, take that Mandalorian!"

"As for you, HK," he paused. "I guess it just shows you that you just can't understand Jedi women; I can't either." He suddenly stopped, as the thought of Bastila brought back the voice and visions he had seen when he had first found Tysy.

"Statement: Master, that just shows you that you are really my Master, and not some stupid meatbag who built me. Except for Mistress of course."

09-26-2006, 08:53 PM
As overjoyed as Tysy was to be the Mandalore's wife and reunited
with Revan at last, she knew there was serious business ahead.
One or more of them--Jack, Aerl, Revan, herself, or even T3-M4
or HK-47--could find their graves very soon where they were going.

But where were they going? The Exile could only guess, and
at this point, her guess was as good as anyone's. "Bastila believes
that she is still serving the Light Side of the Force. Where would
she go in order to meditate and figure out how to carry out her
plans? Certainly not here on Ziost, a Sith homeworld. "My guess
would be Coruscant or Dantooine." She turned to the group.

"Your thoughts?"

09-26-2006, 11:49 PM
"I don't know," Revan replied. "Your guess is as good as mine. I don't think she ever said anything that would lead me to some planet - I think those two our are best bet." He paused and stared into space, trying to think. "The only other place I could think of would be Talvarin, her homeworld, but I have no reason for her going there."

09-27-2006, 04:25 PM
The Mandalore scanned the faces of those present, his mind working out any details that may have been hidden from them in Bastila's words.

"Well, hang on a sec." he muttered, "We just came from Dantooine, didn't we? That's where we found the Masters dead...if she was the one who killed them, then why would Bastila have hung around? That wouldn't make any sense...unless we missed something..."

09-27-2006, 11:18 PM
"Good point." Revan said, having no clue what the Mandalorian was talking about. "So that would leave Coruscant, wouldn't it? Unless, like you said, you missed something." Er, Tysy? What is it you found on Dantooine? He thought.

09-28-2006, 10:08 PM
Tysy turned to Revan, and the rest as well, and explained what she'd found.
The wounds in the Force that were not healed, but bursting with too much
energy. The ghosts of those she once traveled with, her former apprentices.

"Master," she said to Revan, "upon Dantooine, there lie the rebuilt ruins
of the Jedi Enclave. A Jedi Master named Atris tried to restore it, but she
turned to the Dark Side and then back to the Light before she could finish
her work. There I left my apprentices, people I'd taught in my travels as
an exile with Darth Traya. The Jedi are no more, thanks to their deaths.
I left them there in hopes that they would rebuild the Order. I failed.

"Visas Marr was a reformed Sith, a Miraluka and a Jedi Sentinel. She
taught me to 'see' through the Force, and now she is one with it.

"Mira was a former bounty hunter, and her father was a Mandalorian.
She was a Sentinel, too, set to train Younglings in the ways of the
Jedi. She'll never get a chance to teach them what life is, because
she's lost hers. Bastila, why did your hypersuffusion strike at all?!

"Atton Rand was the pilot of the Ebon Hawk when he traveled
with me on my past journey. Darth Traya said he was a fool, but the
only mistake he made was in thinking that if the echoes in the Force
were filled, then all would be well. Oh, Atton, I truly abandoned you!

"And Mical, the Disciple, the one I forsook to fight in the Mandalorian
Wars. I taught him how to commune with the Force, and the price
he has paid is death and betrayal. How could I have left him behind?

"How could I have left them all, when Bastila's brought death to Dantooine?"

09-28-2006, 11:47 PM
Revan shook his head, feeling an even deeper sense of hopelessness. He was starting to fear that this same thing had happened elsewhere, perhaps even happening right now. But how were they going to stop - Bastila, if she really was the person who had murdered these last Jedi?

He hoped fervently that there was some mistake, and this was not the woman he had once loved, but something told him it was. I thought I knew you... you weren't the kind of person to do this, even when you fell. This is beyond any evil there, even.

Bastila, what have you done? "Tysy - we've got to find her, whatever the cost." His voice shook for a moment before he added, "I'm not going to let this happen, no matter what I have to do personally."

09-29-2006, 12:11 AM
Tysy nodded gravely. "In Bastila's mind, we are the Sith, and now
we must make our stand against her. If we fail, the galaxy will die."

(Hence the title: The Stand of the Sith! Neat, huh? ;))

09-29-2006, 09:04 AM
((Very nice, Tysy XD))


"Well then," the Mandalore said, hefting his helmet again. Placing it on his head, he turned it first one way, then the other, and the short hiss of a pressure lock sounded, strapping the helmet in place. "We'll just have to not fail, won't we?"

Jason Skywalker
09-29-2006, 09:06 AM
"Statement: No, but that is impossible, considering my meatbag blasting skills, and Masters lightsaber skills."

09-29-2006, 10:58 AM
"Just a thought," Commented Jack "Why would Bastila head to Coruscant? There's nothing there but city and an empty temple which holds more traders than Light force aura. It's weird that it's alot easier to name planets which are strong in the dark side of the force than with light aura."

Jason Skywalker
09-30-2006, 07:07 PM
"Statement: Perhaps the meatbag wanted to feel in home."

10-03-2006, 10:28 AM
Aerl had heard the others talking back in the main hold, but he was too far away in the cockpit for him to hear what they had been saying. Not that he really cared to participate in the conversation at the moment. He was just happy to get away from the dust. And Bastila. In his opinion, she had just gone too far with setting up holograms and automated traps. Anyone could have been caught in them, Jedi or Sith.

"Oh, crap," he said quietly to himself. "Almost forgot." He tapped in a brief message at the comm station, but didn't send it yet.

"Say, anyone care to tell me where exactly you want me to go?" Aerl shouted from the cockpit through to the main hold. He frowned then. The question hadn't come out quite right. "I mean," he added quickly, in order to avoid any caustic comments from the Mandalore, "the navicomputer isn't too great with approximations when it comes to hyperspace travel. I need at least a specific destination."