The Rise of the Blood King

A general peace has gripped the heart of the Avalonian system. Mikkado rejoices and sings for a new and good tomorrow.

Three years after the Heart of the Guardian brought equality for his people on Mikkado, a general yet uneasy peace came across the Avalonian system. The segregation policies were being terminated and the old and ancient code of honor was being restored. A time of chivalry now became the unspoken law of the system. The people of the cities never gave it a name but the tribes of Avalon called it ‘Bushida.’ The tribes attributed this new peace to their one friend, the chosen Heart of the Guardian.

This story begins in the fortress of Sigara where two Jedi Knights were trying to negotiate a peace between the kataran herders and the warriors occupying the plains of Cyrus near the southern border of the Takashi Forest.



Jacen was with his wife Michaela trying to negotiate yet another peace arrangement between Sigara, the well reputed warlord and Naomi Basra, the Sheikah of the kataran herders. They normally got along well but this had to do with grazing lands now and it was a delicate issue. JC and Michaela were waiting for the arrival of Noami and were listening to Sigara rant about battle ground needs again. J.C calmly was speaking, "We know that you constantly keep ready for war. Still in order to work this out we must wait for Naomi to arrive. I've received word that her band will arrive tomorrow in the morning."

Lorien was slowly pacing back and forth on the brig of his Master's ship, although his Master wasn't there, he was in charge. "Where could he be..." He said in his dark, monotone voice. His face wasn't visible from under the hood of his Sith cloak, as the shadows covered his head.

His hands were covered in black fingerless gloves which revealed his black fingernails and his pale skin of his bony fingers. He had black leather boots that gleamed slightly off of the light from the viewscreen. "If he isn't here in ten minutes, we're leaving," Lorien said, standing infront of the viewscreen, looking out to the black space beyond.

'Is that an order?' one of the pilots said. Lorien glanced at him, his icy glare piercing into the man's eyes. "Yes, that is an order."

Trystan was sitting down in his room surrounded by two guards. A tribesman came in. "Master." He said. "J.C. and his wife had made it safely."
"Thank you for infroming me." Trystan said and the tribesman left the room.

The Blood King stared out torwards the vast open of space inbetween his own Capital Attack Cruiser and the rather small fleet escorting him torwards his Cruiser. The convoy was protected by numerous ships of different sizes and architecture as they approached the Cruiser. Multiple ships looked the same to the Blood King's for safety reasons, but he had major doubts that anyone would have the nerve to attack his forces. "Tell my apprentice Lorien to prepare for the arrival of his Lord."

As soon as he commanded it was done. The Blood King enjoyed such feats at that, 'Everyone shall bow down to the Blood King and his followers..any people who can't comply shall be crushed with the power of the Darkside..' He told himself. The Hangar bays opened up as carrier ships filed one by one into their designated hangars only the fighters and his own escort to enter the main hangar where The Blood King expected his forces to be filed in order waiting for their king...

(sorry if it isn't great I haven't rped in such a long time.)

(It's fine.)

"Face forward, form two single file lines. Pilots, put the ship on autopilot and join the ranks," he yelled. He picked up an intercom, "All soldiers, cooks, guards, come to the brig. The Blood King has arrived!" He said into the microphone, setting it down. He stood at the front of the line, crouched with his right knee forward and his other bent on the ground, his head bowed and his arms at his sides, his right hand rested on the enormous hilt of his Vibro-sword. (The 2-foot long hilt)

(RaV™ I'm waiting for you in my RPG).

"How can you be so sure that she will arrive?" Sigara asked, "For all you know there could be a problem"

(Sorry JediMaster12 if this isn't good)

"She has given her word and it is about the time the herders move into this valley," J.C. replied patiently. Something else was bothering him and his wife knew it. He hadn't been sleeping much ever since he left Mikkado and went to Belos for a time. J.C shook it off and hoped that Sigara wouldn't explode and disgrace himself.

(are you all in the hangar or bridge?)

((JC is at a warlord's fortress attempting at negotiations. The others, the baddies, seem to be on a ship. I would suggest that you take time planning attack. It is said that the Blood King lusted for blood but he always had a plan.))

(I hope Lorien is inside the hangar, because if he's not then that messes up the whole Darth Sidious type entrance I was planning to make o.o)

(Meh, I was thinking it was a Brig.. like the Darth Vader entrance.. oh well, lets say they were in the hangar..kay?)

(works for me)

The Blood King supporters watched as the large hangar canopy doors hissed open giving them a full few of the convoy as it seperated into it's own sections of the ship. Only a visible force field seperated the soldiers from being sucked out like a vacuum into the abyss of space. The fighters remained in space as the Escort carrier landed in the hangar with a thud. What could've felt like hours to many it was only seconds until the loading ramp was lowered for the pilot followed by the King's Guard to exit the spacecraft. Slowly stepping from the shadows came the Blood King massive in size having to duck to avoid smacking his head against the top of the spacecraft. He slowly made his way past all of his men who were lined up side by side of him, behind him was his Royal Guard wearing the ceremonial red robes as they're faces were hidden by menacing visors. The Bloodking reached his apprentice Lorien, staring down at him he released the first words to his apprentice in a long time,

"Rise..."

(I loved writing this post haha, I had the Imperial March blaring as I wrote it.)

He slowly lifted his head and stood to his full 6'3" height. "Milord.. I am pleased you have arrived with such haste," he said, snapping his fingers as several guards led Lorien and his Master towards the conference room of the ship, heading down highly guarded hallways, masked blue lights flickered on with each stride they took.

"Milord.. we have reached the room. Many are waiting to speak with you, " he said, stepping to the side, allowing The Blood King to step inside. His guards quickly formed a line behind Lorien as he followed his Master, the guards blocking the door with a tight line of security.

The Blood King looked around the room as he entered seeing his generals rising and bowing their heads in a sign of respect and showing who's in command. The Blood King moved his way around the Generals sitting at the large gothic style table to the very end, farthest from the entrance to the conference room where he had situated himself infront of the chair, but he didn't bother to sit down.

"Sit."

He commanded with a slight hiss escaping the Celtic Mask he wore over his face that shouldn't be seen. With an outstretched hand he pressed a button on the large control board infront of him. In the middle of the table appeared the hologram of the galaxy with a few more clicks from the control board it presented the sector they were in. He pointed torwards a very familiar planet...

Trystan sat solemnly, polishing his bronze lightsaber's hilt. "I haven't battled in such a long time." Trystan sighed, realizing that at this point of his life, things were just going down hill. If JC didn't return, or if the negotiations won't turn out well, all of his tribes would be in grave danger. A guard ran in to the room that Trystan was in.
"Master, there is a fire in the village. Already many people have died. And the fire is quickly advancing!" The guard exclaimed.
"Do you know the cause of it?"
"I have no clue." The guard said as Trystan force sprinted out the door. Trystan looked at the fire. The guard was right. It was quickly spreading. Trystan ran towards the fire and used a force whirlwind to let what seemed like the source of it out. The fire stopped for a second, but then raged on again. This time Trystan tried to use a very strange method of putting it out. This move, normally people would associate with the dark side, but in this case, like all other cases that he had to use this move in, he used it for the light. Force Choke. The choke made the source of the fire lose all it's oxegyn, and as Trystan held it there, he saw what the source was. A droid flamethrower in an oily room. Trystan ignited his bronze lightsaber and struck the droid, but in the perfect spot so it wouldn't explode. Only 2 buildings were destroyed, but Trystan knew that this could not be just somebody's accident.

Lorien had since sat when his Master commanded him to. "Milord... what do you expect to do with such a lowly planet? I'm sure there are far better planets out there to do that to.." He said with a jolt as the Blood King pointed out that planet.

He and his Master had a bond- much like that between a padawan and a Knight, but more on the Dark side. They were able to feel each other's pain, listen to each other's thoughts, and move through the Force in unison- a deadly connection.

"Well I hope she arrives soon" Sigara said, "I'm getting quite impatient"

(I'm not very good with this Character, please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong).

((You're doing fine. Think like Canderous but at heart, an old softie. If you need pointers, reread his dialogue and manner in the story))

J.C tried a diplomatic approach, "While we wait, perhaps we could have some tea. It would calm us all down."
He hoped that Sigara wouldn't forget his manners. He knew that while Sigara was an impatient sort, it was hard to miss the respect and love he had for Naomi. J.C recalled the last time they had met and they ended up feeding a kataran while laughing. Nope, it wasn't hard to see it, if you knew what to look for. J.C had much respect for Sigara as a fellow warrior and had learned that most of the affection laid in his mannerisms, gruff but meaningful. He hoped that good feeling would last.

The Blood King looked stiffly at his apprentice as he remained pointing at the hologram of the world. "Yes i'm aware this planet is of low quality, but to say the least our forces aren't ready for worlds closer to the core of the galaxy." The King looked around at everyone's expression inside the Conference Room, before continuing on," We have the numbers to put up great siege, but our technology is the only thing seperating us from controling the systems within the reach of the Blood Fist." The Blood King maximized the hologram to where it showed what the surface of the planet appeared to be.

"The planet's various sectors hold valuable technology devices which are found underground. The only problem is that anti-air turrets heavily guard the sector strong points. Our goal, before we even think about bombarding certain points on the planet is to destroy the turrets. We'll be able to deploy on this planet, but considering the defense mechanisms we must send in our elites to crush the defenses.."

Suddenly to everyone's surprise the Conference Room door opened, but no one came in and no one was waiting outside. Everyone in the room looked puzzled, except The Blood King, his apprentice, and the guards as they quickly moved to the front of the room, but the silence was broke after The Blood King commanded,
"At ease men.."

The Blood King rose out of his chair and stepped to the front of the room and faced the faces in the room,
"Gentlemen I introduce to you the Elite of The Blood Fist."

Suddenly behind The Blood King a full squad of hardened commandoes materialized in thin air to everyone's astonishment..

(The Blood Fist is what the Blood King's Forces are known as and the Commandoes were wearing stealth devices, which will become much more useful later in the story..)

"The sith are after the Heart of the Guardian.." Trystan whispered to himself after examining the evidence. It was a sith droid and they burnt down J.C.'s home. "Good thing he wasn't there." Trystan went back to his own building and walked up to a guard.
"I need to leave." Trystan said and walked back outside to his own ship. He started it up and began to set off for the fortress to warn J.C. As he zoomed through the Takishi forest, looking for the fortress. Finally he spotted it and landed. "J.C!" He shouted and ran through the doors.

Lorien slowly stood up, walking over to the guards. "The best of the best... personally trained by yours truly.." He said, standing infront of them, facing the crowd. "These men will be the infantry, special forces- if you may. There will be two per turret, five turrets in all," he said, walking back to the side of the group.

"I will take my own turret, and the squad will get together and take out the final one- which will be heavily guarded, due to the other four which have recently been.. erased.. so to speak."

He slowly made his way back to his seat, tapping the hologram a few times. He didn't sit down, but merely leaned over the table. He pointed to the four corners of the planet and the middle. "Each of these key locations will be the residence of the turrets," he said, stopping for the Blood King to finish the speech.

J.C turned his head at the sound. Outside he could hear Naomi arriving with the herders but on the inside someone was calling his name. He turned to find Lord Trystan coming through the doors. It was unthinkable for a tribal leader to leave his people behind, at least without proper substitute. J.C had seen many leaders fall because of that and he wondered what was so urgent that required Lord Trystan to leave his people.

The Blood King smiled grimly under the Ceremonial Celtic Mask he wore shrouding his face for no one to see as his apprentice informed the other generals of the plans. "Just to inform you, I shall prove all negatives into positives, by allowing my Special Forces, including my apprentice to siege the turrets without me." The Blood King watched as many faces turned cold as he informed them of the situation, but he wasn't surprised to see his Special Forces and his apprentice only look more determined. Continuing on as he cut the chatter, by clearing his throat. "Ground support will be deployed after the first tower has been destroyed. The support will consist of platoons of infantry and most of the demolishers." One of the men inside the conference room interjected, "The anti-air turrets will destroy the chances of any deployment on the planet." The King gave him a cocked look as he moved to the opposite of the room," The first wave of units deployed won't be traveling by dropships. They'll be traveling by one man carriers, capable of avoid turret fire with ease. Each craft has it's own shield to avoid overheating when entering the atmosphere, but most important each capsule will self destruct after five minutes of deployment.."

(Demolishers are the tanks of the Blood Fist and they will have their own superior capsule to avoid being shot down.)

(Just to let you know, he did leave a subsitute. They guy that he told that he was leaving.)

"J.C. I have something very urgent to tell you.. But it may hurt. I know you are very brave but the following thing I am about to tell you may haunt your life forever.. Are you willing to receive my message?" Trystan asked.

"Not now. Naomi approaches," and sure enough the herders made their appearance into the main field with their herds of katarans. J.C had a sudden vision that wasn't pleasant:
It was dark and foggy near the Chinooka River near the village that he lived in. He saw himself walking along the shores, following something, not knowing what it was, but it was always there in front of him. It led him into a clearing where he saw a dire wolf, the most majestic and regal of all the animals in the Takashi Forest. He followed his gaze towards the sky and there saw a light coming across the sky coming to land in the forest.
Then the scene became cloudy. He heard screams and felt pain burning throughout his body. Through the heat, the smoke and the blood, he saw a shadow. It was a tall one but he could not see the face and yet, it’s presence was familiar…

Snapping out of it, J.C turned to Sigara and his wife and said, "Someone is coming and war will be brought."

Naomi and her soldiers traveled swiftly through the town atop their Katarans.
"Wasp, Fane, come with me, the rest of your secure a perimeter around this place."
Naomi and her lieutenants Wasp and Fane walked into the room and gestured a sign of hello to everyone.
"Sorry for our late arrival Jacen. There were 'troubles' in the forests. I see these warriors have arrived. While I don't believe we should be in alliance I still see that peace is perhaps the best option here and that war is the last thing these lands need at this time."

"Yes." Trytan said sorrowfully. "War will be brought soon. This is very urgent news." Trytsan turned to the waiting Naomi. "If this is o.k., may I hold up your meeting for a second, this is very urgent. Just for a second?"

Lorien glanced to the Blood King. "Master, shall I prepare for departure?" He said, standing up and slowly walking towards the door.

"Something will fall from the sky and a war that has not been seen in over a thousand years will follow it," J.C knew it was better not to hide the truth from Naomi. She would insist that she be told everything. J.C glanced at his audience, "A star falls from the sky near the Chinook River. We may need to band together. Will you put aside your differences?"

"Whenever you know your ready to embark on the mission." He responded as he swiftly moved out of the Conference room to his own chambers, where he wishes not to be disturbed.

Trystan was tired of the ignorance and just needed to shout it out. "Jacen, you are in grave danger! You must act immediately or all the villaiges might suffer!"

"All right Jacen, it looks as if we must all stand together. Perhaps now could be the first act of this truce. If the shouts I can hear from Trystan are correct this Sigara is under attack. Perhaps a discussion on territories can be discussed at a later date. Wasp!"
"Yes mistress..."
"Go outside and round up the herders, we must defend this town..."

"Yes.." He said bowing as his Master left the room. "Alright men! To the docking bay," he said, walking out of the room at the head of the Blood Fist, turning right into the bay and walking to his capsule- the rest of his men taking a similar path, but to their own capsule ships. "You know where to go. Contact me when you've completed your mission, men."

He flipped down the top to his capsule and fired up the engines.

Wasp ordered the men up onto their kataran's and moved them towards the enemy and began to fight back. (um what am I fighting???)

As he and his men lifted their ships into the air, the bay doors slid open as the ships ripped through the energy shield and plummeted towards the surface in different key locations, each ship being fired upon by the turrets, but each shot gliding past the capsules. Within a few minutes, the capsules crashed into the ground, each in their designated areas, creating a series of small explosions seen from above like a spectacular light show.

"And the sith are after you. They've destroyed your house." You have to be careful at every turn.

J.C made an abrupt turn with his wife following him. He went to the main courtyard where his draigon was waiting. Naomi had followed him out and he leaned close to her and whispered, "Band with Sigara. The enemy will not come until the star falls."
With a click of his tongue, he set off back to the main village of Trystan's tribe where his house was. He had to get near the Chinook river. He followed the main river until he reached it. It was hard riding in the dark and Michaela kept up fairly well. At the Chinook, he saw the wolf. He stopped his draigon and approached carefully. The wolf didn't budge but rather let him get close. There was a flash of red light and a star fell to the earth. Behind was a series of dark ships shooting at it. Watching it, he had an image of what would later become known to him as the Blood King. He saw Tvark's face, his tormentor from childhood, the one who wanted him dead. He took it to mean that a past that had been buried for three years would surface again. He follwed the red light to where it crashed, the wolf guiding the way. Michaela followed knowing that this was important. J.C. followed until he came to a clearing where a small ship was smoldering. Out of the wreckage came a woman. He came silently out of the shoadows, startling her into drawing her lightsaber which he deftly sent flying away. He looked at her and asked, "Who are you who brings the evils spawned in these regions?"

((Revan's entrance))

Trystan was behind her. "Reveal yourself, woman! Who are you and what are you doing in my villaige?" Trystan ignited his lightsaber and stepped up to her.

(Am I correct in saying that Revan was part of the Elite Blood Fist? Because they were the only ones to land in small capsules.. unless this is a different planet....)

(I'd say it's okay but I can't say for sure. But just curious, who controls Revan?)

((Actually Revan was persued by the baddies and she crash-landed. I believe it was either steven or dark_lordess playing Revan. I will check it out and make contact))

(oh, that's me. Sorry, I've been kinda busy lately :(...and now i'm kinda lost...am i a sith? or evil? or something?...I'm so sorry :( )

(AH! okays, i got it! heh heh...a little bit of reading really does wonders! ;) okays, let's try this...)
Revan shook her head to clear her mind. The fact that she had survived the crash landing was overshadowed by the dangerous situation she was in now. She looked herself over quickly to make sure nothing was brokem, then held her hands up in conciliation. " Look, if you're fighting them as well, we're on the same side." She looked around, quite disorientated. " Where exactly is this, anyway?"

J.C raised his hand behind him to indicate a lowering of weapons. He approached alone and cautiously. He spoke softly, "This is Avalon, the central planet of the Avalonian system located within the Unknown Regions. I vaguely remember you from somewhere on the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. I am Jacen Credo Cirus, Jedi Knight and Heart of the Guardian to the tribes here. Most call me J.C. May I hear yours?"

"And I am lord Trystan." Trystan said. "Leader of all the tribes here. But you look like you are in bad shape. Maybe you can rest in the medical center for a while." Trystan looked at Revan closer. "I recognize you... you must be.... REVAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trystan jumped back to where J.C. was. "What do you wan't Revan? Are you here to destroy our planet like the others?" Trystan asked and turned to J.C. "This Revan is a sith lord, and the droid I found that burnt down your house was a sith droid."
Trystan turned back to Revan though. "Tell me, Revan. I heard some rumors that you are good now. Tell me, what side are you on now?"

Rakata watched from a distance as he saw Revan being helped by the knights.
"So the great Revan Star has entered the battle. Things are getting more interesting."

Rakata started a force conversation with the Blood King "Blood King. Do you release that Darth Revan has joined the ranks of our enemies. This is a very bad thing"

(Sorry for the quick fight scene, at school AtTheMoment)

As his ship crashed near a large building, it gathered attention from the guards surrounding the building, which housed the anti-air turret that he chose to destroy all by himself. As the capsule skidded to a halt, several guards walked up and started to pry it open.

In a matter of seconds, the men's effort payed off as the capsule's lid flung open,spewing smoke everywhere, cloaking the area in a shroud of darkness and grey smoke. As the smoke cleared the two guards who were checking out the capsule looked in the capsule only to find it empty. "MEN! Surround the area, make sure no one leaves alive!" He yelled, motioning for his men to make a tight circle around the area, they were in black slick armor with virtually no metal protection.

One of the 13 men surrounding the area was drawn up into the air, into the shadows of the building's awning. His body fell back down without a head, but the head soon followed, landing with a sickening plop, the small helmet rolling off the head and clanking to the ground.

Lorien landed on the ground gracefully, his long sword resting in it's sheath, his whole body was concealed in a pitch-black silk robe. "Hello boys..." He said walking towards one guard. The same guard rose his blaster rifle. "Come one more inch closer and you get fried.. " Lorien just laughed and kept walking towards him.

The men started to fire, each blaster shot dissapating before it reached him. He slid towards the man he was talking to, throwing out his right palm into the man's stomach. He slid his knee into his crotch and spun around the man as he wrenched over. He slammed his elbow into his back and grabbed his right arm, spinning him around and wrenching the arm behind his back.

He violently shoved it upward then let go, kicking his left calf, snapping the bone where his foot met as the man fell to his knees. Lorien grabbed the man by the back of his cheek bones and spun his head around as he fell to the ground, dead. He just glanced at the rest of the men as they ran towards him. He slowly withdrew his long sword and crouched.

As the men neared, he spun to his feet, striking down two men and spinning around about three more men, cutting into their abdomen as he moved. He managed to stab one man though the chest and decapitate another before standing, facing the last two. He let loose a powerful force lightning as the men fell to the ground, twitching from the surge of electricity flowing through them.

He slowly walked towards the door, his sword back in it's sheath, his hood drawn over his head.

Calmly JC spoke, "I have heard of you Revan though I am surprised that Lord Trystan would know you considering he has never left the system as far as I know. My master Tergis spoke of the aid you gave during the Mandalorian wars. I am curious, why have you returned to the Unknown Regions?"

Revan sighed and turned to Trystan. " You have no idea how many people have asked that. I fight for the Light Side now." She then turned to JC, a grim look on her face. "I felt an immense dark power out here. The shadow of war has loomed over this place, and i fear that my arrival is too late to stop it. However, i will do everything in my power to assist you."

"Really? I was under the impression that you brought it here with you though another will come after you one who served under you," J.C drifted off. Most of his coversation was all strung together on the same thought but often came out disconnected for those not accustomed to it. J.C. could see that Revan was weary and motioned to the woods where a draigon came out. He got on and pulled Revan behind him, you will rest in our house and in the morning we seek out the Lord Governor of the system."
With a click of his tongue, he followed the Chinook back to the enclave and to his home with his wife following.