Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on May 30, 2015 20:23:08 GMT -8
8 - Dantooine: Abandoned Jedi Enclave
Broken beams jut up from a collapsed building to the side. Glass and rubble litter the floors of the hallway. A steady rain plops down from the grey sky, unhurried fat drops of water slowly washing everything back to the dirt. Once, long ago, this place was a bastion of light in the galaxy. Now it is a gutted shell of it's former glory, the Jedi Enclave of Dantooine, a silent marker for the death of the Jedi.
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Raimundo Darkwater
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on May 31, 2015 19:25:11 GMT -8
This was not good. Nothing was going as planned. Death: it was everywhere, threatening to consume the lone Jedi Healer as he knelt down, two fingers pressed against the neck of a murdered Twi'lek Jed, searching for a pulse. The Cerean sighed as he confirmed the Twi'lek's death, standing up and smoothing out his tan tunic which lay beneath his traditional brown Jedi robe.*
*It hadn't even been a year since the Jedi Order had secretly returned to the Dantooine Jedi Enclave, searching to re-establish it to breed an army of Jedi to contest the newly revealed Order of Ruin, a resurrection of the long lost Brotherhood of Darkness. But they had been sabotaged by an insider concealed in Sith Magic. Secretly, he had alerted a Dark Lord of the Sith, and one of the leaders of the Order of Ruin, of their location, and soon, all of the Jedi found themselves fighting to survive against the onslaught of the darksider. And this Dark Lord, who called himself Darth Abaddon had killed everyone, preventing the Cerean Healer from nursing the wounded: because there were none. Raimundo Darkwater, the Cerean Jedi Healer from the Felucian Conclave was the only remaining survivor of the brutal and horrific attack, and he knew it wasn't over. He knew he was being hunted.*
*Rai was nervous, unsure of his abilities to bring down a seasoned Sith. It had been nearly ten years since his last encounter with the Darkside of the Force, and even then, he had fought by the side of his master, Mike Frantz, a much more experienced and reliable swordsman. The Cerean's personal training had been focused on healing and although he had been deemed a master of Form Zero and of the third, most defense form Soresu, he doubted himself. His hands gently sliding against his two lightsaber hilts that were hooked to each hip, seeking comfort in any manner he could, his mind seeking peace, harmony and guidance in the Force. The silver hilt on his right hip had been constructed with a Kasha, crystal, often found among Cerean Jedi, and sported a green blade upon activation. The silver hilt on his left hip, which was visually different than the other, housed a Jenruax crystal, and sported a silver blade in tribute to the Cerean's master, Mike Frantz. These were the only two weapons, other than the power of the Light side of the Force, that Rai carried.*
*The Cerean took a deep breath, and with the exhale, he released the tension, letting his fear and discomfort flow away with the carbon dioxide. He stood in an empty hallway, corpses littering the floor. Around him, beams of light broke through the roof while broken pieces of glass and debris cluttered the long passageway. His brown boots crunched against the ground as he took a step forward, towards the opposite side of the hallway. His mind stayed alert, seeking the location of the prowling Sith. He was close, and the Jedi Healer knew there was only one option.*
*He would have to take the Sith Lord on by himself, with only Ashla as his ally.
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