Solidus used the force to float up to Tysys ear and wispered into her ear so that the bount hunter couldnt hear them"He wasnt hired by the sith. He was hired by the exchange. The exchange are the biggest, the most rufeless collection of slime balls in the galaxy. The bountys on jedi are not a rare thing. However he may have his uses."

((Me have an idea. First a question. Can Solidus be Tysy jedi master/trainer? Number two, if yes, say some time later in the rpg Solidus dies but comes back a ghost/spirit and he guides Tysy to the becoming a Jedi Counciler(Lightside) or a sith lord(darkside) ))

(OOC: Sure, steven, that would be fantastic!)

Graothar arrived where Coryn, Solidus, Tysy, and Kharne were. He saw everyone and thought "What a crowd." He decided to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm Graothar." he said. "I'm so stupid. Why did I introduce myself to these guys?"

Solidus turned towards Graothar, while he was still floating in fin air "Good for you." Solidus returned his itention towards Tysy "We cant trust him unless he can prove this worth."

Tysy nodded. "I agree, but if he tries to turn his back on us or turn
us in for credit bounties, we'll either have to kill him or kick him off
of the Myriad." She turned to Graothar. "Hello. My name is
Tysy. I'm a young Force Sensitive, and these are the people who
might accompany me on a long journey. It won't be a picnic."

"May I ask what this journey entails?" howled Graothar meekly.

"Before I do, I'd like to ask all of you this question: How many
of you are sensitive to the Force besides me and Master Solidus?"

"Not many know if they're Force Sensitive. Trained in the force is a better term." said Solidus as he dropped to the ground. "We should set off. This plague isnt going to destroy itself. Or could it?" He wondered as he entered the feighter.

Hnnh... This ought to be fun. Where these people go there ought to be a large bunch of battles. These battles will indeed be a glorious end for Kharne Vyarn of Clan Marr. Meanwhile I got to get this Midget off my shoulder.

"Hnnh. Indeed I may have my uses, trust me or hound me is your choice but I'd prefer not to have to shoot men who want to kill you with a Midget waving a lightsaber on my shoulder."
He picked up his other blaster and holstered it then picked up the Vibro Doubleblade.
"Perhaps you should fill me in on why a Mandalorian, a Midget, a Wookiee, droid and Padawan seem to be leaving for a destination where they most likely will be shot at. Especially that I can not see any lightsaber on the Padawan. Unless you had have Force Deflect or Force Redirection abilities, you'd be screwed in a fire fight. Now you wonder how I knew about Jedi capabilities? I fought for the Republic during the Jedi Civil War. Mandalorians tend to be useful meatshields."
If they accept me into this small party I, indeed I would be delighted...

Feats Added:
Weapon Proficiency: Melee Weapons
Melee Weapon Finesse

((Humm... Joshua, there's already a thread for characters at http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=153437), you might wanna noticed the In-game RPG style bit. Meaning ethere are kotor feats, force powers, skills attributes and etc.))

Graothar thought to himself."I might learn a thing or 2 if I join in." "I'm in. What am I piloting?" "I'm going in a little over my head." he thought to himself.

((Humm... Joshua, there's already a thread for characters at http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=153437), you might wanna noticed the In-game RPG style bit. Meaning ethere are kotor feats, force powers, skills attributes and etc.))


((Agreed. Not to mention your characters are rather overpowering... "more powerful than Master Vandar himself. Can use lightside and darkside powers without problems."... you might want to tone that down... quite a bit. :) ))

THULE

Darth Sinister once again stood on the bridge of his massive battleship, The Kracken. He gazed his evil eyes accross the starscape, to see hundreds of transports making their way from the planet to his ship. He smiled, for he knew those ships carried his new mutated wookie warriors, he was eager to release them upon an unsuspecting planet. A smile curled over his lips as thoughts of destruction, panic, terror, death, and screams of agony filled his head.

Admiral Kirill approached his master Darth Sinister cautiously. "My Lord, the abominations are on board, and ready to go." Spoke the admiral.

"Ah yes excellent, tell me admiral, is the entire legion on board?." Sinister queried.

"Yes master, and they await your orders."

Sinister smiled again in eager anticipation. The admiral spoke again "We have just recieved word, that your human supersoldiers, are undergoing the final phase of this process, and will be ready for combat programming by weeks end, which means they will be fully deployable within one standard week."

"It is as I expected admiral. This galaxy will fall, and all accross the stars, they will bow beneath the shadow of Darth Sinister,HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Sinister smugly stated. "and I have just the system to test my new pets on. Set a course for.......TARIS, lets make them remeber the days when Malak razed their beautiful cityscape. Set a course now."

"Right away Lord Sinsiter." The admiral gestures to several bridge officers, who promptly punch the coordinates into the nav-i-computer.

The Kracken zoomes into hyperspace, destination.........TARIS.

"Graothar, you can pilot, if D-452 doesn't mind." She winked at the
perplexed brass protocol droid. "D-452, I don't know how often the
Jedi or the employees at Aratech Mercantile repair their ships, but
this one could use some work. Quite a bit, in fact," mentioned Tysy.

D-452 replied, "Yes, Mistress," and scuttled to analyze the hyperdrive.

"I'd like you to set a course for Korriban, Graothar, if you don't mind.
That planet may be a desolate graveyard world, but if the Sith need
a planet on which to create and spread their plague, Korriban would be it."
Suddenly, young Tysy paused. "Do the rest of you think it's a bad idea?
Knowing Korriban, which I don't very well, it could be a suicide mission.
Nevertheless, where else would the Sith hide, if this plague is indeed
a Sith weapon?" She turned to the others, awaiting their responses.

((Time for my entrance... you'll run into me on Korriban :) ))


A small, rusty ship creaked and rattled to a stop on Korriban and a female Twi'lek left it. By the size of her ship, it wasn't hard to tell that she was alone. She was stopped by a Czerka employee and asked to pay the docking fee. She stared at him for a moment before agreeing and handing him what he asked for.

"What news of the Sith?" she then asked.

"They're still reeling from the deaths of so many of their recent leaders," the Czerka man answered. "But there are still some left here at the old Sith Academy. They tend to hide in the ruins more often than not now."

"How much will it take to get repairs done to my ship?" she asked.

"We'll need a name and a ship designation," the Czerka man answered. "And then it'll be... 4000 credits."

"My name is Taa'la Vel," the Twi'lek answered. "The ship is the Creaker, and here's 4000 credits." She handed over the proper amount of money and started to walk away. "Oh, and ignore the AI. It'll pester you with questions, but nothing more."

With that, she headed into the little village of Dreshdae.

Kharne lips curved up into a thin smile.
"Suicide missions are exactly what mandalorians are known for little lady. Though I do not think it would be too dangerous as your face is unknown among the Sith population, as you were non too important during the course of your life till now. Me, I have a few contacts within the Czerka Corporation as I spent a bit of time there myself looking for artifacts to sell. Perhaps Coryn may have had the same fortune. My main concern would be the Midget, his kind have been banes upon the Sith for as long as I know, I mean look at Vandar. His kind would be recognised and in the middle of a SIth settlement... We might as well press a blaster to our heads and pull the trigger now. Though we could disguise him as a child or a very short jawa... Either way I can tell this trip's gonna be fun. Wouldn't miss this for a trip around Dxun."

((EDIT: Oh yeah and Wildjedi's right, Joshua your characters are WAY over powered. More powerful then Vandar would probably mean more powerful then the Jedi Exile. -_- And I do get a little irritated when some dude comes along as a one man army.

Oh yeah. I'll also mention Kharne Vyarn is an offensive prick so don't be surprised if he says things designed to hurt feelings XD))

Coryn watched as the small group talked. Well, it looks like I am going with them. Doesn't seem like I have much choice, but something is telling me to go with them. Besides, looks like some action is heading my way.

"Well, from what I have gathered, I think it would be a good idea to go to Korriban. I am not much of an authority on 'force plagues', but that is what I would thing of first. It would be dangerous, though. Then again, what isn't?"

As Coryn looked around in the ship, he thought, well, this is a nice situation I have here. Not sure how I am going to explain this one to Trussq. Of course this might end up with me working for someone else other than the Exchange, which wouldn't be bad . He looked at the others, a wookie, a little green alien, a bounty hunter, and a padawan. Not exactly what he thought of when he thought "Sith stopping-force plague discovering heroes."

(((Not to be repetitious Joshua, but I agree with all the others. In case you hadn't noticed, we didn't make a character sheet in the thread, we did that in the ''In-game style RPG planning" or whatever it is called. You might want to delete your posts if you are going to join, it kind up disrupts the whole flow if you know what I mean. And also, I think you better go look at the "no godmoding" rule; you pretty much went over the line on your Katrina character)))

((Heh. Let the Tysy (that name is too long T_T) use Coryn, afterall they're the two mainEST characters.))

Kharne sat down on the bunk he quickly claimed and stared up at the ceiling. He lay back on the bunk, placed his backpack on his stomach and rummaged around, smiling at a few memories they brought. He finally found what he was looking for lifted up the silvar, bar shaped lump, it was about 35 cm long and even though it was made long ago it still gleamed and reflected teh light as if it was made yesterday. He gently fingered the igniting button then thought better of it and put it back into the backpack.

Life has just got interesting. He thought before removing his armour and went to sleep.

"I can handel a few sith punks. But they will tare through you lot like christmas paper. I cannot let that happen so I should dress up as a jawa. All we need is a dirty cloak." Solidus looked in the storage area and found one "Okay. What the heck is a Jawa's cloack doing back here? It dosnt matter. Tysy. I noticed you arnt trained in combat aswell as you should be. On the way there I would like to teach you some combat stances and a form of attack."

Kharne snorted in his sleep, tossing and turning in the bunk.

"Hold the line! The Republic Forces WILL fall this day!!! For Mandalore!!!"
Blaster bolts rained around him, ships engaged in the sky, bombardments rained around Malachor V. Kharne shouldered a Republic soldier and blasted him in the face, a blaster bolt hit his shoulder, denting his armour, Kharne twisted around and placed to shots in the republic soldier's face.

Glaring around he noticed a small group of Mandalorians being pushed back from a regiment of Republic troops, bounding towards them he tossed his thermal detonators, which erupted within the Republic ranks, sending arms, legs and body parts everywhere. He noticed a zabrak repairing a Republic speeder then step on his ship and fly back towards his Capital Class ship.

There was a sudden searing pain in his back and Kharne stumbled forward, turning around as he fell he saw a Jedi with a purple lightsaber step purposefully towards him, firing one blaster at the Jedi's head the Jedi deflected those and Kharne fired off another volley towards the Jedi's unprotected mid-section, the jedi fell in screams and gurgles.Getting up he narrowed his eyes on a Republic Regiment going up the path towards him led by a female Jedi wielding a silver double bladed lightsaber. Kharne stepped up on the plateau to join the line holding the Republic troops back. The Republic troops swarmed up towards the Mandalorians, falling to blaster fire and mines, suddenly the Mandalorian lines had been engaged by the female Jedi who had been leading the regiment. Mandalorians fell to her lightsaber as she cleaved her way around.

Dropping his blasters, Kharne pulled out his Vibro Doubleblade and engaged her in combat, twirling the blade high above his head he brought it crashing into her lightsaber blade. She stumbled back and Kharne pressed his attack twirling it towards her legs she leapt up and kicked his jaw, Kharne fell back as the Jedi switched to a more appropriate form for a single opponent, a form Kharne recognised, Ataru, suddenly another Jedi wielding also double bladed saber though orange this time appeared, this time a male. Kharne was pushed back as he sweated, deflecting the blades with all his skill, knocking the new comer's blade away he assaulted the female kicking her in the stomach he twirled his blade around horizontally up to block an overhand blow from the male Jedi, The male jedi kept pushing and Kharne saw his chance, grabbing a short dagger from his boot he plunged it between the ribs of the Jedi, In a gurgled scream the Jedi fell to the floor writhing.

However the female jedi had recovered and assaulted Kharne with renewed fury, Kharne was pushed back and he retreated in an arc, moving back to the now still corpse of the Jedi, the female Jedi knocked his blade high twisted around and used the back blade to impale Kharne, pulling her blade out she began to walk away. Kharne dropped to his knees and fell forward on his face, his slowly numbing hands touched something cold, that had recently been warm, he pulled it towards him and curled around into a ball, groaning in pain. He slowly raised his head, his abdomenin wracked in pain he looked at the female Jedi's retreating steps and the last thing he heard was the cry of a Republic soldier "General Tysyacha!"

Snapping awake Kharne stared at the wall, thinking about the General's name and the girl's name.
Could they be related? they must be, the Padawan looks uncannily like her. Though much younger... Beaten by a relative, gives me a reason to protect this one. By a mandalorian's Honour, this one will not come to harm while I still breath...

Kharne put his feet flat on the floor and then wondered how even being skewered he managed to crawl to a ship and crash it on Taris, shaking his head he looked down at the back of his hands, and felt the scar in his stomach, he put on his armour, stood up and in his private thoughts began his daily exercises.

"ALL ABOARD!" Graothar shouted. He got inside the cockpit(sp?)and brought up 2 comm screens."Boss, I quit my mechanic job."You can't quit! You signed a contract!" said the Boss angerly."Tell it to someone who cares." Graothar said to him ashe closed the comm screen."I also quit my delivery job." he said in the other comm screen."To quit, you have to return my ship." said the other Boss. "Get it yourself." Graothar said into the other comm screen as he closed it."Next stop, Korriban." he thought to himself.

Scur walked to the military base to be trained just in case something still lived and attacked him in the lowercity or undercity. When he walked out, there seemed to be panic everywhere, people running around screaming. He eventually looked up and suprisingly some capitol ships were everywhere above Taris. He noticed Soldiers running to the military base, and some soldiers ran up tall tower with from what he saw a anti-air gun. Amazed he looked around and for once noticed all kinds of tall tower defense systems. Scur, being a restoration expert wasn't told of them.

Scur rushed to the military base he asked if they needed help with defending and they said if he was sword capable, and he said that he was trained a couple minutes ago. They told him to report to guarding the doors to a defense tower. Scur hurried out of the base and rushed straight to a defense tower without a guard and waited. He looked up and watched to see what would happen. Everything was still and quiet after the people's screams ended since they were in bomb shelters, so the streets were quiet.

Scur Jal' Daan- Feat gain- Melee and blaster rifle profeciency- training at military base

(((i'm not sure what my guy's special is yet maybe some examples might help, if you would be nice and say something for my guy. anybody, please :) )))

(((Darth Sion, since the defense tower are tall you noticed them already.)))

Darth Sinister stood on his bridge, overlooking Taris, he gestured for the admiral.

"Yes m'lord." Replied the admiral.

"Drop all mutations down upon the surface, let us see how the galaxy fears my new pets." Sinister commanded.

"Right away my lord." The admiral walked to the nearest command console. "Attention, all hands, release the mutation drop ships, for surface assault."

Sinister smiled, as he saw from his bridge hundreds of dropships falling from his cavernous hangar onto the planet below, filled with thousands of his mutated wookie beasts.

(((And Joshua, PLEASE tone down your characters and delete your character sheet, now that you put one in the right thread.)))

Coryn thrashed around in his sleep in a nightmare. He fell, down and down a endless void, crashing through something and tumbling down into a large dark room. Someone was there, a dark figure who looked at him and then signaled someone. Suddenly huge monsters came out of the shadows toward him. He reached for his blaster, but it was not there, nor was anything else. The only thing was the broken hilt of a lightsaber in his hand... The monsters came on, getting into the light. The had spikes projecting from them and were covered in equipment and armor. They...were wookiees? They came at him, while he backed up, and looking around saw Soludis crushed by one of them, while Kharne was knocked unconscious and the wookiee was thrown off the edge. And Tysy was surrounded by huge shapes who were impervious to her force powers. They rushed at her, and Coryn grabbed a blaster off the ground, only to find it was an illusion. He was no longer able to see Tysy, she was being crushed by the monsters. Suddenly the wookiees next to him stopped, while the dark figure laughed and drew out a lightsaber, and sliced through him again and again...

Coryn awoke, gasping. Man, what kind of a dream was that? Never had one that bad before. Puzzling over it some more, he shrugged and went to sleep again, still confused over the dream.

((O_O I get knocked unconscious already? Rob you poo! XD and copycat i started dreaming first XD. jeez... wish Tsy would type something up... I'm dangling here...))

(((Yep. Maybe I should change that to you going down first right at the beginning just to make it worse :giggle1: :lol: :giggle1:. And I may be poo, but I am the last one standing in that dream too :lol:. Actually though, I wasn't trying to copycat, I had that idea for that dream a long time ago, I just couldn't use it until now. And yeah, where is Tysy?)))

((Somewhere in the ship))

Solidus was meditating in the cargo hull when he had a bad memory. 'Ormond! You fool!' Solidus was locked in a due, with his old padawan Ormond. He had been his great student. But he lacked controll of his anger. He attacked Solidus when he didnt grant him knightship after 3 years of training. Ormond had joined the Lawfull sith and was it's demise. He killed the leaders wife, helping Elon see the light.' Solidus was awoken to see Tysy infront of him "Ahh, Tysy, what can I do for you?"

Twirling his blade in an arc around his body, Kharne swept the blade at knee height, spinning a 360 arc. Sweeping it left and right Kharne slinged it over his shoulder, spinning, and still spinning he swept it back up over his shoulder and gripped it still and thrust forward stepping to the right with his left foot he made a back stab and twirled it up and back holding the vibro double blade horizontally behind him.

He went back into a casual position, stabbed the blade into the ground and leaned on it, breathing heavily.
This exercise never used to tire me out like this... Perhaps I am getting older. Time to settle down and put away my blasters. After this last ... trip .. I think I'll head to Dantooine and retire.

He propped his vibroblade against the wall, sat on the bunk and leaned back, remembering the days whenlife was simple. Shoot the target and stay alive was all he needed, now he needed to deal with the politics of the target's allies and friends, his employer's enemies and malevolent figures. He looked at the door to make sure it was shut and then pulled out the metal object and looked at it with a wry smile. He ignited it and admired the orange blade, he hit another button and one of the blades disappeared, he twirled the single blade around a bit and remembered when he got this. He sighed deactivated it, pulled out his blasters and started modifying them with what he remembered of the schematics of the Mandalorian Disintigrator.

((Think a bit and you'd find I just showed you what his special ability is ^_-))

Graothar launched the Myriad."Just to let you all know, I can't go to Kashyyyk." Graothar said on an intercom. "This is the moment where I have become useful." he thought to himself. He started thinking about his younger days on Kashyyyk. He was a special Wookie until he attacked his own kind with his claws. They put him inside an escape pod and sent him to Tatooine as a punishment. "I will never forget that day. I can never go back." Graothar thought to himself. He activated the hyperspace module and set a course for Korriban."Let's see what this thing can do." he thought. The Myriad jumped to hyperspace in the direction of Korriban.

Taris

When Scur suddenly heard the anti-air guns start to fire he looked up. Suprisingly, instead of a bombardment, dropships were falling from the hangar of the capitol ship. Scur decided to takea few steps out from the doors of the tower and suddenly he became terrified. Dropships were everywhere turning the sky into a large dark cloud. One of the dropships landed maybe 100 feet from him and some guys hurried over to it and surrounded it. The soldiers waited.

The dropships burst open and a huge fierce looking beast about the size of 2 1/2 guys grabbed two guys and threw them over the edge before they could react. The guys started backing away quickly and started shooting them, which just deflected off them. Once the guys noticed it they started running away. Scur started heading to a hangar and he tried to find something that might do damage to them.

When Scur ran into the hangar, Several beasts were already in there destroying everything. Scur quickly ran up to the control room without the beasts seeing him, and hotwired into the hangar controls. He noticed a huge crane looking beam hanging from the ceiling of the hangar, so he tried to find the control for it and soon found it. He set it to the crane and took the control stick and started lowering the magnetic crane to a beam and turned the magnetism on the beam hooked onto the magnet and Scur raised it above the beasts and dropped it. The bewast let a blood gurgling scream and soon fainted but Scur knew that the beast would wake up eventually so he picked the beam up again and lifted it straight up and down. He dropped it and it went straight into the beasts neck/heart area.

He decided to knocked them beasts over by swinging the beam, so he started swinging the beam and eventually the beast was knocked over and before the beast could get up, the beam went right through him.

The hangar was clear and only one ship remained hanging on some hooks so Scur lowered the starfighter to the ground and unhooked the hook from the starfighter. Scur started climbing down the steps when another dropship landing on the edge of the hangar door. Scur noticed a switch on the wall next to him and it remembered that it was the hangar door switch. He quickly switched it and the door started closing. When the beasts finally broke free of the dropship they were crushed by the hangar doors.

Scur switched the hangar doors to open and jumped into the starfighter and started it up. He started floating when yet another dropship landed on the edge of the hangar. He searched and found the missile shot and fired the missile only dented the dropship, so Scur fired another missile at the ship this time it barely missed and hit the edge of the ship sending it spinning to the edfge of the hangar and falling.

By then, the starfighter was speeding out of the hangar and he started going upwards when he remembered that he wouldn't be able to get past the blockade above him. Scur decided to fly along the top of the buildings and get out of view of the Capitol Ships.

Darth Sinister stood at the bridge observation window, high in orbit above the besieged TARIS. He had his large arms folded accross his powerful chest, as he waited in anticipation news of his frenzeid terror campaign on the planet below.

The admiral sprinted from the command console, and kneeled behind Lord Sinister.
"Master" he exclaimed. "The wookie mutants have wreaked havoc on the streets below, the population is in chaos."

Sinister smiled coldly. "Ah, so my pets passed their test. Admiral, have our men on the surface begin rounding up and capturing as many people as possible. So more human subjects can be placed in my Project Omega." Sinister commanded. "And have all prisoners, troops, and beasts rounded up, and back on this ship within the hour. That will give us enough time just to keep the republic guessing. HAHAHAHAH"

"All will be done as you command Lord Sinister." The admiral stood, turned on his heel, and went to the comm to make his Lord's announcement.

Sinister just continued staring into the blackness that is space, eager contemplating his rise into greatness. "Soon I will have an army of genetically enhanced warriors, not only wookie, but soon human as well. It will be an army bread for a single purpose, to bring about an end to the age of the Republic, and the death of the Jedi Order. It will be an age where I reign supreme, and bring about the new era, where only the strong survive. The age of the Sith is upon them." Sinister gleefully thought to himself. His plans were in motion, his genetic mutantswere already wreaking havoc on a planetary scale, but soon with the addition of Project Omega, human mutations would make up his core, fearless, painless, mindless servants to his will.

The First of the transports he could see from his viewport were returning to his vessel The Kracken.

Tysy, of course, was still aboard the Myriad. However, she had
crawled into one of the bunks in the upper-level dormitory for a quick nap.
It would take a good, long while to reach Korriban, so Tysy decided she
might as well take advantage of all the down-time she had at her disposal.

Even though she was not that strong of a Jedi Padawan, or even as the
neutral Force Sensitive female she was, she knew her nightmare. It was
no mere re-enactment of the destruction of Taris by Darth Malak. This
bad dream was of a new attack, an assault that was happening now!

Hundreds were screaming and running, trying to outrace the mutated giants
headed for them. Some had spikes coming out of their heads, some had thick
and almost impenetrable fur, and yet others were grossly, completely bald.
These hairless ones were the worst creatures--they howled with a bestial
rage that could come from nothing Force-sentient. What in Dxun were they?!

Tysy sat bolt upright, climbed down from her bunk, and headed for Graothar
in the cockpit. She wasn't sure if the Wookiee would believe her story, but
she had to try. Tysy had heard tales of shared visions between Dark Lord
Revan and his companion and lover, Bastila. Maybe this was a vision...

"Graothar," she said quickly. "I just had a nightmare, but it may be more
than that. The nightmare was of hundreds of people on Taris running
and fleeing these foul creatures who--looked like Wookiees, but there's
no way anyone would call them by that name once they saw them!
What do you think? Should we still stay on course for Korriban? I just
may have been having a bad dream due to my emotional stress." She paused.

"I heard of this kind of thing." Graothar said to Tysy. "It happened to Revan and Bastila." he added. "I'll reset the course to Taris." he said. He stopped and by chance he stopped at Taris."Oh !@#$." he thought to himself. 'SOMEONE GET TO THE TURRETS! WE'VE GOT COMPANY!" Groathar shouted at the top of his voice.

Sinister Watched comfortably from the command deck as the final transports carrying his pets, prisoners, and sith troopers, enterred the hangar bay. He smiled confidently to himself, and folded his hands behind his back.

"My lord Sinister all ships are accounted for." Stated the admiral.

Sinsiter turned and faced his ships commander. "Excellent. Then I suggest its time to leave this pathetic world behind. Set a course for Thule, it is time to pick up the first wave of Project Omega. Order all ships to make the jump for Thule."

"As you command my lord." the admiral replied, as he gestured for his men to punch in the coordinates.

"I feel an echo through the force, I'll be in my chambers, contact me when we have returned to THULE, admiral." Sinister turned and headed off of the bridge, and to his personal quarters. The elevator doors slid silently shut, as his cape flowed behind his imposing form.

The Kracken's engines rumbled and hissed, as the hyperdrive kicked in, and left Taris in its wake.

Coryn ran as fast as he could to the gun turrets. Climbing up the ladder to the turrets, he got in and got the systems up and running. Looking out the window, he saw about eight fighters coming in. Laying down a volley of fire, he destroyed one and damaged one of them. More fire was coming from the bottom turret and a few more went down.

Looking at the planet he saw that it was Taris. Except there were Sith ships attacking it, with dropships landing and burning Taris up. I thought we were going to Korriban, he thought. I guess we had a change of plans.

(((Darth Sion, I crushed some dropships up, so how can all ships be accounted for?)))

Scur headed into space and wondered where to now and why the Sith would attack Taris, and what were these beasts that seemed like mutated wookies? He decided to wait then head back to Taris as soon as the Sith left to examine the beasts he killed in the hangar.

(((All the ships that werent destroyed)))
On The Kraken
Gazing at Taris as it was destroyed, Cronus was impressed by what Sion had accomplished and he had not, yet he felt good for him. Almost like a lightsider but still a space cold heart. Cronus walked into Sinisters chamber


Cronus: What you have done to Taris will rip the Republic in half since they will be in shock and awe after just rebuilding it and having it destroyed again. Except more to the point where it would take a century to rebuild it then what Malak had done and they rebuilt it in a few years. I must congradulate you on what you have achieved. I remember us padawans clawing through the ranks killing everyone that stood in our path. It seems like we share a bond, but we are not a Jedi, we are sith, and the force is giving us an unlimited amount of power. Everything you destroy, all that energy goes to both of us. It would seem that if one died, the other would too. We must be weary of our surroundings.
Now that I have said that. I have an idea for your army. We take a Sith jedi and mutate him with half of the wookie mutation and a force sensitive. I can supply the force sensitive. Hes my aprentice. Then after that, we will clone that man into 2 then 4 then 8 then to thousands! All under our control!

Tysy had to stuff the edge of her Padawan cloak in her mouth to keep
from rupturing the eardrums of those around her. No sooner had they
entered Taris space than the fleets of the Sith bombarded the planet
for the second time in the course of five years! Tears sprang to her eyes.

"Why?" she wailed when Tysy thought the impulse to scream had
finally passed. "Why would the Sith destroy Taris when it has barely begun
to regain its former glory? Why not Dantooine, where the Light Side is strong,
or perhaps Manaan, for its serenity and beauty? Taris had--" She shuddered.
"Taris had a chance, or so I thought. Some Sith-squelching hero I am! Why
in the galaxy didn't I have that nightmare before it could really happen?"

Silence. That is, until D-452 spoke up. "Mistress," it chided her gently,
"perhaps we should reset our course from the planet of Korriban. If we
venture there, we might destroy the plague, and thus partially vanquish
the meatbags--I mean organics--that you call the Sith. Shall I proceed?"

"Da," moaned Tysy. "Konyeshna. Of course. The sooner
we get to the source of the plague, to its heart, the better."

D-452 nodded and reprogrammed the Myriad's hyperspace coordinates
for a graveyard world. But, what better place for a disease to lie dormant?

Unknown to the others aboard the [Myriad, Kharne's modified comlink also communicated with a Kel Dor currently on Taris. The Kel Dor was a Gray Jedi who had helped Kharne escape and later allowed Kharne to borrow credits to start up his career, and then set up a shop, hanging up his lightsaber. The Kel Dor's name was Aegis Valheru.

Aegis with quite a bit of effort force pushed the raging beast into a wall where he picked up a sith tremor sword from his rack and removed the beast's head. He picke dup his lightsaber which lay a distance away and looked out his shop window to see many other shops were being destroyed the same way with those.. beasts ripping and tearing apart soldiers and civilian alike.
Gah, wish Kharne was visiting, I could have used his help. Lightsabers won't work... damn thing shorted out on me against the beast... most likely they have some sort of cortosis weaved into their armour, I had best -
Aegis grunted when a squeeling suddenly came through his comlink lying on the table, picking it up he listened anddisbelievingly heard Kharne's voice.
"Aegis, Aegis! You still alive?"
Aegis spread his mind across and looked for the familiar mind and found him aboard a small freighter. Indeed. These beasts are ransacking Taris, once they're done with it, it'll be Malak all over again.
"Ick, that mind speech always freaked me out, listen, get on your snub fighter and get out, the Sith Blockade has a small gap in it while our freighter's dusting a few ships, get out now!"
Without replying Aegis leapt over the counter and ran to his hangar.

As Aegis flew past the debris of the Sith fighters he went into hyperspace and stopped by Manaan. Kharne was too far away to contact and since he couldn't speak Aegis has lost Kharne. But to his relief Kharne had expected this and spoke through his comlink again.
"Aegis... Me and... Sith Plague... to... Korriban... there... Out."
Damn static.

Turning his ship around Aegis knocked in the hyperspace coordinates and leaned back in the fighter seat.
Korriban. Wonder what Kharne is doing there....

Kharne leaned back on his bunk again and hoped Aegis got the message.
He'd better have or else he'd most likely find two dead Mandalorians,. a midget, half-trained jedi, wookie and a broken droid.

The man sat meditating in the ancient temple, the bodies of many students lying around him. Some had saber wounds on their bodies, others had had the life snuffed out of them before they had even known who or what had assulted them. It made no difference to the man. A dead opponent does not rise to fight another day. The manner of their death mattered little.
The entire time, the man had been watching several events play out before him. He wasn't sure how, but he had found a ship with a Mandalorian and a frightened Force Sensative aboard. And he somehow knew...call it a hunch, that these two would be major pawns in this game of Dejarik that was beginning to unfold across the galaxy...

Special Ability Gained: Foresight

Coryn leaned back as the ship jumped into hyperspace and left Taris. I wonder why that Sith ship was assaulting Taris. Kinda seems like Taris has this big neon sign saying "bomb me"! First Malak, then rebuilt, then this.

He slid down out of the turret and headed toward the cockpit. Huge monsters closing in on them... The strange figure in black who attacked him...The strange beings that looked like wookies, crushing and killing them. The vision came back to him as he walked through the ship.

Coryn climbed down into the cockpit and found Tysy, Graothar, and D-452 in the cockpit. "What happened there? And why did we go to Taris instead of Korriban, did something happen?"

"Just what I was thinking kiddo," Walking in and putting his hand on Coryn's head, looking at Tysy "He narrowed his eyes, "You got a bit of explaining to do lil lady, the worst thing a Mandalorian can do is charge at the enemy with a blindfold on."
As he spoke, his other hand had been fingering the blaster at his belt...

"She had a vision." said Solidus as he walked towards them. Not trusting Kharne he used the force to pull the blaster from Kharnes. Solidus slided the blaster behind him. "Darth Sinister is behind this attack. He is a fool. He's attacked Taris without thinkinf of the consiquencs."

"Darth Sinister... Never heard of him. Some new Sith goon that has come up?" Coryn and Kharne both asked.
"Darth Sinister is dangerous. Even if he is a fool he is dangerous-we are going to have to be careful." Soludis replied.

The Myriad sped through space toward the planet called Korriban. Coryn watched out the viewport as the ship got closer to the planet. Something... There was something he sensed... Something that he couldn't recognize. Something was going to happen - soon.

Looking down at his hand, he thought about his dream. Falling down into a room with large monsters of wookiees. His friends falling beside him. And no weapons he could use except for a broken one...A lightsaber - In his hand.

Solidus walked up to Coryn. He pulled the trouser leg of the mandalorian. Touching him he had a quick vision of him and Tysy, sleeping together. But Coryn pulled out a knife and stabbed volient at Tysy's chest, but Solidus knew it was just the dark aura from the planet. "Mandalorian. May I have quick word with you ?"

Coryn's trouser leg had to be tugged twice before he noticed someone was there. Jumping and looking around, he saw nothing, then looked at his feet. It was Soludis, the little green alien. Soludis repeated his question.
"Mandalorian, may I have a word with you?"
"Um, sure, what is it?'' Coryn replied, sitting back down. He looked back out the viewport.

"It's about the padawan." Solidus changed his tone to a quiet one"Do you know about the lawfull sith that once rivaled the republic?"

Kharne picked up his blaster and looked out onto Korriban's starport, smiling maliciously, he continued to finger the blaster. Suddenly he heard a small *pat*, spinning around he pulle dhis blaster out and looked around. Frowning he replaced his blaster and looked out onto Korriban.

Aegis slowly exited his ship.
"Hello, there, off-worlder." Looking down he saw a Czerka Employee, the payment for landing is 2000 credits. Pay up."
"I do not need to pay the 2000 credits. Go on your way."
"You do not need to pay the 2000 credits. I will go on my way."
Aegis hopped down to the ground and slowly made his way towards the cantina. Several men and women attempted to accost him, who were either persuaded to leave or lost their heads.

He watched as men and women bussled back and forth, No sign of Kharne and his crew. But knowing Kharne he'll be here some time. I'll just sit and wait.
Pulling up a stool by a table, he waved the bartender away and simply watched.

"The Lawful Sith? Yes, I know about them. Commanded by the Jedi Exile, Tysyacha, who made new Sith Order. From what I heard, assualted Coruscant but then was killed by one of her own Sith under her command. Her husband helped the Jedi defeat that Sith Lord, Sion, then dissappeared. What about Tysy?"

Scur soon orbited around Taris looking for the Sith Fleet, and when he spotted the destruction, some defence tower crushed, he quickly landed the starfighter in the hangar which he came out of before the invasion. To his suprise he wondered why the Sith Fleet only attacked for a short time, and not destroying everything.

When he flew into the hangar an officer and his guards waited for him to land. They pulled out a ladder for him and asked him for his passcard. When he Jumped off the last step he heard them and pulled out his passcard showing that he was part of the restoration crew and a replacement soldier in the military base. They approved asked who killed these beasts, and Scur told them he did. "Well, thank you, because none were killed outside and we need to send them to the Experimental Lab for study." thanked the Officer. "Oh, and also, go to the base and tell them I sent you they'll know why."

THULE

Sinister had returned to his hidden facilities on the ancient world of Thule. His dark spirit was twisted with a sickening glee, as his new experiments had indeed passed their test. Taris served as a perfect labrat for his new genetic mutations.

Darth Sinister strutted through hidden lab facility, overlooking his nearly complete wave one from Project Omega. The human subjects, like the wookies had doubled in size, their skin had changed to a steel colored grey, from the cortosis that was injected into their bloodstream, turning their flesh into a nearly impenetrable armor. Their eyes now glowed a neon green, and their heads bald. He had an interesting idea, could these meta-humans be infused with the force, was it possible? All he knew for sure was, that he would need one that was exceptionally strong in the force, and whose blood was pure.

His thoughts were interupted, as a large cranking noise stung through the air. He looked to his left, and saw inside the phase one chamber of the Omega project, as Sith troopers forced captured Tarisian prisoners into the large incubation chambers.
"Ah the new volunteers" he smugly muttered. He walked up to the glass and pressed the comm. Commander Gran who was overseeing the induction of the new prisoners into the program, turned to face Darth Sinister. "Commander Grann, get our new specimens into the program as quickly as possible, and begin genetic amplifying immediately." Sinister commanded. "My lord, the children that have been captured, are not sufficient to serve as test subjects, they will die, proving of little value. What should I have done with them?" Grann questioned. Sinister smiled darkly. "The same thing we have done to all of the slaves we have captured who have not proven effective for immediate testing, put them to use in the crystal mines beneath the academy. Im sure the trandoshan will put them to the most efficient use that he sees fit."

"It will be done my lord.Might I add that the Trandoshan, Tretiak is most merciless, and has done an exemplary job of maximizing the output of the slaves we capture, these human children will be no different I'm sure. " Grann turned back to his officers, and began gesturing towards the frightened children, who stood huddled accross the room, being guarded by several Sith troopers, and Several of the Trandoshan guards from the lord Tretiak's crystal mines. Sinister watched as the Trandoshans hissed their commands and trained their heavy blasters on the children, and forced them out of the lab, and into the mines where they would spend the rest of their short lives under the whip and cortosis claw of Tretiak.

Sinister was quite amused, and headed out of the labs, and into the command center, to meet with his top scientists, to discuss the possiblity of infusing some of his new Meta-soldiers with the force. He walked quickly out of the lab, his footseps echoing off the ground,his cape flowing about him, he could feel the eyes of many of the prisoners on him as he left, it would be the last sight they would ever see, as soon they would be nothing more than beasts under his command.

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Tretiak sat in the heart of his mine, in the command center, overseeing the operation of his resource management. He could see Several sith guards joined by some of his trandoshan mercs, taking time out of their routine to whip several of his slave laborers, looks like a their victims were a couple of ithorians, and a twi'lek. Sights accross the mine were similar to this one, every so often a worker would collapse from exhaustion, and his men would revive the being, only punish it with a beating or two.

Tretiak was a large Trandoshan, standing at 2.02 metres or (6'6). His scales which were a dark metallic green color. His eyes were a deep scarlett red, except for the black slit, which formed his pupil. He had a mouth full of white razor sharp fangs. He wore a the standard Black uniform of a Sith General. Unlike many trandoshans he wore black boots, customized, to fit his clawed feet. His hands were large, and he kept his claws perfectly cared for, leaving them razor sharp. At his hip, in a holster, was his customized repeating pistol, next to that was a black whip, made from cortosis, rolled up on his belt.

Tretiak looked down at the entrance to his mine, where the bodies of two aqualish who attemted an escape, hung, as a warning to any who would attempt the same.
Two of his guards entered followed by a row of what looked to be about 100 human children. His eyes lit up with a dark joy. "Ah what is this, Darth Sinister has sent me new permanent residents for my mines." He hissed gleefully.

Tretiak made his way down to the entrance, where the children awaited. He approached he saw several sith troopers, and his men, who brought in the kids, stand at attention and salute. HE stared menacingly at the chilren as he walked closer, some of the "mini-humans" began to cry in fear at his rather large and imposing form.
"Silence you vile little sacks of rotting flesh."He hissed loudly. Many did become silent, however one child, a little boy cried for his mother, and would not be silent, despite urging from the other children. Tretiak silently stepped forward, grabbed the child by the throat lifted him into the air, and snapped his spine with one hand. He dropped the boys lifeless form to the floor, as the other horrified children watched on. Several of his guards laughed as he performed his typical cruelty. "Does any one else want their mommies?" He snarled. The children remained wide eyed and silent. "Without further adieu, let me be the first to welcome you, to where you will spend the rest of your short pathetic existences. I am Tretiak, and I run this fine establishment for Darth Sinister, and he has entrusted me with your care and welfare. Let me go over my rules, so that there will be no confusion. No talking, no crying, no sleeping or resting during work hours. Hard work, and adherence to the code, will result in your being fed, and your survival. Those who don't conform to my code, will be severly punished, as you can see." points towards the two hanging corpses of the aqualish above their heads. "Without wasting anymore of my time, Krewwel, introduce them to their chains."
"Gladly Lord Tretiak" Krewwel, his chief Trandoshan guard, hissed. "Lets move you maggotts" Snarled Krewwel, as he and several other sith and Trandoshans shoved the Children deeper into the mine, and likely to their doom.

Tretiak stood with his arms folded accross his chest, watching happily as the children were put quickly to work. His thoughts were sharply interrupted by his comlink, beepin at his waist. He pulled it out and responded. "Tretiak here". "Ah, Tretiak, my fine Trandoshan friend, how are our miniscule little annoyances adapting to your ways?" Sinister questioned in a maniacal tone. "they'll learn quickly, or they'll die." Tretiak responded with dark humor. "I request your presence in the command center at the labs Tretiak, to discuss my plans for final victory." Sinister commanded. "I'm already there" Responded the brutish Trandoshan, as he boarded a small tunnel speeder, and made his way towards the Lab complex.