Ram Kelita
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Post by Ram Kelita on Jun 2, 2017 7:45:21 GMT -8
**six hours later**
...it had been a not-altogether-uneventful day, thus-far. Ram had marked three possible locations for salvage, and two more ruins that were definitely of historical value. Still, with the amount of ground covered, it wasn't a lot. The flying had been good that day. No close calls, and he had kept an average speed of 980 kph, which wasn't a blisteringly-fast pace, but considering the terrain he was mapping, it was the fastest he dared go, or his sensor pod wouldn't capture the nuances of the locale, and reaction times for obstructions would be compromised. Another sixteen hours would see the region mapped and -- ooh... what was that?
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Telarial Bralor
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jun 4, 2017 16:18:35 GMT -8
*As Adonias flew down through the stormy atmosphere, his ship remained steady and on course despite the turbulence. The 17 year old didn't like bragging but if he did...he would admit that he was probably one of the best damn star-fighter pilots the galaxy had ever seen. He dodged a large lightning bolt with a loud curse and tried to slow his racing heart. It nearly clipped his wing and would have done some damage to the shield generator...which he stupidly forgot to turn ON. Well, he didn't fly to turbulent planets like this everyday. Soon he came close to ground level and swept the surrounding area with his scanners. Deeming that it was safe, he set his ship dwn and powered up the hover conversion. He only had 4 hours before that generator failed and his ship was forced to auto-land. After entering an 8 digit-code on the wrist-gauntlet display on his forearm, both the security and invisibility cloak were activated.
He unpacked his gear and loaded up his weapons. He would have to travel light due to the unstable terrain. He sheathed his vibro-sword and magnetized the outer casing to his back. His armor was state of the art and was embedded with a cortosis weave alloy that could deflect a lightsaber blow. Adonias then proceeded to holster both of his augmented baster-pistols attached to his thighs and opted to leave his modified DC-15 blaster rifle behind. Attached to his hip were a couple of flashbang and smoke grenades, nothing lethal and a few ration packets. Hidden within his wrist gauntlets were two small arm blades. He activated his HUD within his buy'ce and turned on his visual display. There was a possible outpost about 10 miles northeast. He spotted it as he flew in. He decided to head in that direction after ensuring that his proximity alert was switched on within his helmet. The last thing he wanted was an uninvited guest sneaking up behind him.
Releasing a weary sigh, he started marching onward. The reason why he didn't land any closer to the possible outpost... was in the event that he found any other clues leading to the possible location of the pirates' former base along the way there. And to hopefully avoid alerting any locals to his presence.*
"Oh boy...Here we go..." he muttered to himself as he began his treacherous journey.
*Adonias seriously doubted there were any locals. If he recalled his history correctly, all life on the planet died out in 3960 BBY after the cataclysmic event during the time of the Old Republic. He believed that the cataclysm was caused by some sort of superweapon...called the "Mass Shadow Generator" and it destroyed a large number of Mandalorian and Republic ships when the device pulled the ships down to the surface. The device disrupted the planet's gravity...and the ships that were pulled down ripped through the surface, burying large portions of the ships...making the terrain all the more treacherous. Adonias would have to watch his step.
He climbed up a hill and crouched behind a large boulder. He pulled out his viewfinders and surveyed the route he planned to take. What if the pirates used some of the ancient wreckage for their base? He growled in frustration. Perhaps this foolhardy mission of his was impossible... but as it turned out, he happened to be as stubborn as his twin sister Telarial. He wasn't going to stop until he found his answers and saw his mission through.
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 10, 2017 11:30:00 GMT -8
The stance of the pirates did not change after the Jedi dropped his sabre. Having a Jedi drop his weapon by no means meant they were not a threat, Arkan had learned that the hard way. He issued no change of orders to his Reapers who were ever ready to tackle any threat that appeared. However, for now, the Jedi was not an immediate threat (an immediate threat is shot on site).
"You have much to learn about the galaxy, Jedi. My name is Arkan Bloodrage and I have no doubt you've never heard of me. Who am I speaking with?"
The Captain kept his own blaster carbine held loosely in his right hand. This was an opportunity he didn't want to miss but he couldn't let his guard down, there seems to be more to this ship than meets the eye! "I am Roblio Marte, Jedi Knight. I ask you again to lower your weapons, I would hope that in these times a jedi can still be relied upon to keep his word." Said the jedi knight. While unseen to the pirates, the force swirled around him, coalescing in his hands. The jedi kept glancing at his saber, readying himself to use the force to return it to his hand if negotiations failed. |
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Telarial Bralor
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Sept 10, 2017 16:37:56 GMT -8
*After two hours of hiking on foot, Adonias began to lose hope that he would ever uncover clues regarding his past. He did manage to stumble upon the ruins of a recent starship crash and was able to salvage a few viable parts that he knew he could sell on the market and shoved them into his satchel before continuing on his way. The alarm on his wrist-crono chimed and alerted him that he was reaching the end of his time frame. His ship only had half an hour left before the hover module powered down from energy depletion. With a world-weary sigh, he turned back around and began his return trip. He used his jet-pack to hurtle over large obstacles and to safely maneuver his way through debris fields. Once he was safely back to his ship, he powered up the engines. Minutes later he was safely airborne. Adonias expertly flew out beyond the stormy atmosphere of Malachor V. He fired up the lightspeed engines and in seconds his ship was engulfed in the bright blue streaks of hyperspace. He set a course for Dantooine.*(
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 6, 2018 12:25:46 GMT -8
==Digging Up the Past SL==
<<68 PP, S4 Sector, Malachor V, Archeological dig #kfi-849>>
Lena Croft was beyond excited. While she had been growing up on the training world, she had stumbled onto an ancient set of games in the database. It had shaped the rest of her life, including her choice of name. Despite her role model, she was small & mousy & only rarely got to shoot grave robbers in the face. On the other hand, she did get to make some rather nice finds all across the galaxy. She was currently working on a dig of an ancient mandalorian battlefield. She had managed to isolate something in the rock & was slowly working it free. She wasn't sure quiet what it was yet, but it was obviously a bone disc of some type. It was also obviously very very old. If the initial readings were right, it had been ancient even before the battle happened.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 18, 2018 10:42:07 GMT -8
Though technically Malachor V was not to be touched by a woman of her standing, Cecilia was unsurprised that her search into the Force had brought her here. This world was very heavily rooted in the Dark Side, and so became very important in galactic history, not only for the battle that had been fought here, that led to the desolation of the planet, but also the ancient Sith history that lay locked beneath the surface of the planet. Exiting out of the sleek, needle-like H-Type yacht, which had been painted a dark grey color scheme and had the emblem of the co-existing First Order-Alderaanian government on the centerline tail fin. Though her heeled boots were not ideally suited for the rough terrain of the planet, Cecilia was luckily a near master of teleportation, meaning that any large faces could simply be scaled through the power of the Force. Her all black outfit blended in rather well with the dark rocks strewn across the planet's surface. As she began walking through the flat surface where they had landed. The acrid smell in the atmosphere clashed with the soft scents she wore, that had been distilled from lotus flowers. She knew this search would be difficult, but was more or less willing to do whatever was needed to find what she was looking for.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 18, 2018 15:23:49 GMT -8
Several hours later, Cecilia had looked throughout a one kilometer radius of where her ship landed and had found nothing. There was supposed to be a former Sith Academy from ancient times buried here, but her senses had revealed nothing. Stopping abruptly at the edge of a cliff, she used her power of teleportation to cross it to the base of a mountain. It was fairly un-naturally shaped for a mountain, but that was not out of the ordinary on a planet like Malachor IV. Sighing, she walked around a boulder as she crossed a plane towards another mountain. The guardsmen she had brought with her surveyed the plane, squinting through the haze to discern any potential threats to the lady. She hated the acrid smell of the air around her, she hated the scorching heat and stupid darkness of the planet. Everything she didn’t like was all here, rolled into one. She cursed whoever had the idea to fire the Mass Shadow Generator here, before pressing on. Suddenly, however, she felt the ground drop away beneath her...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 18, 2018 20:02:34 GMT -8
As she fell, Cecilia braced herself for a long fall, thinking she had perhaps fallen into a subterranean cavern. Instead, after a few meters, she hit the ground, dazed. As she lay there, she subconsciously wondered why the floor of whatever she had fallen into felt metallic, and why she was staring through a mess of wires to see where she had fallen in from. After around a minute, she sat up and looked about. She was in some dimly lit corridor. In fact, the only light came from the hole which she had just fallen from. Looking around, she could tell this wasn’t natural. Perfectly rounded, and facing in a downward slant, with passages branching off at various intervals. This had to be something man made. And then she remembered that a large-scale battle had been fought here. This must be the remains of a cruiser from that fight! The only question now was what design of ship was it, and to which side did it belong. Being careful not to slip on the slanted floor in her boots, she fumbled a floating light source out of her bag, silently praised herself for bringing the bag, slowly made her way further and further into the ship. Ducking into a passageway off to the side, she saw four beds, a trunk, and a window that faced out into rock now. This must have been a crew room. Entering it, she looked around carefully, trying to find any indication as to where she was. Nothing. Sighing, she exited the cabin and continued into the ship.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 19, 2018 7:47:23 GMT -8
As she proceeded, she noticed that there were some strange roots that were climbing across the walls. This didn’t make much sense, as there were no plants that could survive the harsh conditions of Malachor V, let alone any trees that could create such expansive root structures. In fact, wherever she went in the ship, these roots were there. They were everywhere. Rounding a corner, she nearly collided with... some sort of flag carrying case. A chance to know what sort of ship this was! She eagerly pried it open, and saw the emblem of the Old Republic staring back at her. So this must be a Hammerhead Cruiser. Now she could figure out where she was and what she was going to do. If the flag carrying case was here, than this must be the captain’s cabin, meaning that she was headed towards the front of the ship. Good. Walking out of the room, she walked a few more meters before her heart stopped. There was a massive hole in the ship. A hole that led straight down at least a hundred meters. Backtracking, she found a staircase that led to an upper level and walked over the area with the hole, before descending down into the central walkway again. It was painfully hot, as whatever was at the core of the planet radiated heat, which was draped in the metal cylinder that was this ship. As she proceeded on, she began feeling dizzy. “I’ll take a moment to rest,” she thought to herself, before collapsing onto the floor, through the combination of the heat and exhaustion...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 19, 2018 11:12:11 GMT -8
Slowly awakening out of the daze she was in, the woman glanced around at her surroundings. Cold, dark metal. Seemingly infested by something. Bugs by the looks of it. Bugs. She wondered how bugs managed to follow her all the way to this barren world. And why they seemed to be gravitating around both herself and the strange roots in the room... oh no... frantically searching for her lightsaber, she found it where it should have been. On her hip, inside the cloak she was wearing. Drawing it, she simultaneously struggled to stand up. The stench in the room was awful. She saw the bugs feeding on... something. No, tearing scraps of metal off it. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized those strange mounds on the floor were the remains of her guardsmen. Finally standing up, she ignited her saber before using telekinesis to push whatever those bugs were away. And, to her great disdain, she saw them disappear. How odd. They seemed to be capable of attacking her guards, but the moment she made her presence known, they vanished into thin air. Brushing it off, she put her saber away before continuing further into the wrecked ship.
Presently, she came upon a sealed door, with a Republic insignia on it, and the words "officers only" emblazoned on the door in the yellow placard that was commonly seen in old Republic designs. In fact, she had seen such placards throughout the entirety of the ship, on the white and maroon doors that could be seen opening into every room. She was amazed this one still functioned. Cutting through the old steel, she found no difficulty in breaking through into the next room. Which was evidently the bridge. Slowly entering it, the dim lighting cast from her Force-induced light source revealed ancient monitor banks coated in several inches of rock dust. Unsurprising, as nobody had touched this ship, likely in thousands of years. The corpses, long decomposed, were now merely bits of metal from helmets and chestplates, along with small amounts of calcium dust where the bones once rested. Carefully stepping towards the front of the ship, she picked her way through mechanical and rock debris that had fallen from above, past a column in the center of the room, until she reached the forward areas where the commanders would sit to look over charts of the battle. Blowing some dust off the ancient computer panels, she saw blue markings, indicating large formations of both Mandalorian and Republic vessels. Continuing on, Cici arrived at the seats where the pilots of the vessels once sat. And two helmets indicating where the pilots were when their vessel was crashing. Curiously, it seemed as though the front of the ship had survived the impact rather well. It was almost as though...
Suddenly, the front of the ship broke away, nearly taking Cecilia with it. Jumping back, she thanked the Force for being with her, and peered over into where the front of the ship had dropped off to. There seemed to be some sort of hangar where they were standing, evidently not Republic. It seemed that the ship was of a much larger size, probably a Kandosii-type. And this was the main hangar. Looked as though this cruiser had tried to ram the other ship, and both eventually hit the surface of the planet, only to be swallowed up by the ages. Jumping down into the other ship, she could immediately tell it had fared much worse in the accident than the ship that had hit it. The floor was nearly completely destroyed, as were the elevators leading to the lower levels. This ship had evidently hit the ground first, and it's base was nearly completely destroyed. And, emanating from the right side of the hangar was some sort of red light. Coming from some sort of floating sphere. As she stepped towards it, her own Force lighting fizzled and fell to the floor, before vanishing into a pool of mist. Curious, she tried to conjure up another one, but failed. Something was blocking her Force powers from functioning. Yet somehow, she felt ever more empowered as she stepped towards the floating orb. Picking her way through the debris, she followed the strange sphere until it stopped over a hole in the floor. Peering down into it, she saw no bottom. She sighed. She could either trust the sphere and jump, or turn back now. But as she approached the hole, much like with the orb, she felt some strange energy pulsing through her. A temptation. One that she didn't at all mind. Deciding, for once in her life, to place things in the hands of the Force, she jumped...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 19, 2018 13:22:38 GMT -8
As Cecilia plummeted through the large shaft, she wondered what she might find at the bottom. Not particularly a fan of getting dirty, she normally wouldn't be found climbing through dusty, dingy environments like these... she preferred leaving that to a friend of hers who was much more well suited for such adventurous pursuits. Suddenly, she noticed a glimmer of red light. Reflecting off water. Oh no...
Instead of hitting the water, however, she seemed to land softly on a thin layer of mist that was directly above the water. Looking around, she took in her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of tunnel of rock, that used to be some sort of path. She was surrounded by the ruins of what was evidently once a gate, and a bath made of pure black stone led on into the distance, illuminated by red lights inlaid in the floor. How these were still powered after all this time was beyond her. Carefully stepping forward, she got the distinct impression that this was a location she had been to before. It felt extremely familiar, despite the fact she had never visited this planet before. Suddenly, she felt the tunnel open up around her, as if she was in a much larger area. And that she was somehow above the ground. Cautiously making her way forward, she could vaguely make out some large, pyramidal structure before her. How curious. As she stepped forward over where the path split around the base of the pyramid, she was still at least a dozen meters away from any structure. However, something seemed to activate. The pyramid was suddenly active, as deep crimson flared across its surface, revealing ancient stone and metalwork. Evidently, this was some complex structure. Possibly designed to keep out those that were not allowed to enter. Could this be the building she was seeking?
She never got a chance to answer that, for as soon as she put one foot forward, columns topped with braziers suddenly sprung to life, burning in what seemed to be endless fire, fueled by the Dark Side, and a massive... something leaped up from where the Pyramid rose from the original surface of the ground, with a loud thud, and two red slits for eyes. The fire illuminated the shape of some massive stone golem. Cursing her luck, she ignited her lightsaber as the massive creature let out an earsplitting roar, and charged towards the petite frame of Cecilia.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 19, 2018 14:54:06 GMT -8
Cursing her luck, Cecilia leaped out of the way of the charging golem before it slammed into her. One impact would most likely kill her instantly, and that would be pointless, especially considering how close she was to reaching the destination she had been trying to reach for all this time. Swinging around one of the columns to get behind the massive rock monster, she attempted to move in to strike, but was nearly decapitated by a flying rock hurled by the monster. Rolling to the side, she instead chose to focus her efforts on trying to get the thing to accidentally get stuck, in order to deliver the killing blow. Movement would be key to this. Leaping from column to column, careful not to touch the flames that had been ignited in the braziers, she worked her way around and around the massive beast, trying to confuse it into striking wrong. Charging at her again, she was ready. Leaping over the massive beast, she delivered a flurry of attacks to his back, but to no avail. The massive crystalline structure of the monster was too thick for her to actually harm it. Delivering a slice to its ankle, she barely had enough time to roll to the side, before the massive fists of the giant pounded into the walkway, destroying the ground where she had been standing moments earlier. Taking a moment to pause, she attempted to use force push to knock the columns into the beast. Like dominos, they began falling, until with a crash, they hit the beast, knocking him off the walkway, into the bottomless pit that surrounded it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she thought she was done. She had won. That wasn’t too bad...
Suddenly, with a roar and a crash, the massive golem leaped back onto the platform, set ablaze by the flames that had been burning. Letting out a bellowing roar, the brownish monster, which was now covered in flaring crimson, hurled a boulder at her. She tried to dodge, but was caught off guard, knocking her Lightsaber out of hand. Oops. Trying to use telekinesis to retrieve it, she was dismayed when the giant knocked it out of the path that she could realistically grab, before seizing one of the ruined columns from the floor, and striking the catwalk with it...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 19, 2018 19:37:40 GMT -8
Cecilia looked down from the spot that she had vaulted herself too. It had seemed as though the giant was unaware of the fact that she had just leaped into the air, and was now staring down at its back. Now was the chance she was waiting for. She needn’t do much except strike down its back now, and she would have vanquished the silly thing which had caused her such annoyance. Covered her from head to toe in dust.
Except then, it seemed to realize where she was, and smacked her out of the air with a mighty blow.
Immediately, she felt the breath leave her as she was hurled downward. She was a leaf, being blown about by the wind, unable to set herself to the ground, in something else’s control. It was like a wave had just slammed into her, a wave of rock and fire. She was immediately thrown to the side of the catwalk, where her carefully manicured fingers found purchase on the lip of the walkway. Thankfully, the giant wasn’t so bright, and so didn’t notice the small fingers edging onto the elevated area on which it stood. As she did this, she simultaneously racked her mind. She would have to dispose of this giant somehow, and it seemed like it would be best if she just knocked into this bottomless, jet black abyss that her leather boots hung over. But the best way to do this evaded her. She could maybe try to channel all her Force energy, and give it one final push to knock it off the edge, or maybe push it over. And then she remembered the fact that it was standing on a large bridge. A bridge who’s one end had already been severely damaged. She needed only to finish its destruction, and then it would fall. But her lightsaber was on the catwalk above; there was no chance of recovering it. Sighing, she racked her mind. Perhaps she could use her force abilities to destroy the ancient structures. Making her way to the severely weakened joint, she gathered her energy and tried to use her teleportation to reach her lightsaber. . The giant seemed to take notice and slowly began lumbering over to her, curious about the source of this disturbance. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath, before trying again, and again, to try and gather the energy to teleport. All this was in vain. The giant was close now. She could feel some stones above her dislodged by the massive weight of the sentry. She needed to hurry. Channeling all her Force energy, she tried to do something. She felt the energy close around her as she instantly moved, and she nearly shouted with happiness. Adrenaline taking over, she picked the saber off the ground, ignited the silver blade, raced forward, and sliced through the joint. Gathering the last bits of her energy, she vaulted onto the side of the walk where the temple stood, and watched as the giant tumbled into the abyss, letting out one final battle cry. Exhausted, she collapsed to the floor, trying to catch her breath from the previous fight.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 20, 2018 20:35:08 GMT -8
After a minute or so of Cecilia lying on the floor, exhausted from the previous ordeal, she stood up to enter the pyramid. The massive structure beckoned to her, called out for her to enter it, in spite of its age. Tentatively stepping into the large monolith, gingerly trying not to step on any of the roots that snaked throughout the ancient structure. The first thing she noticed was how dark it was inside the structure. There was lighting from the red orb floating ahead of her, but little else, so little that she considered using a torch to light her path. Secondly, she noted the fact that the structure seemed to be designed less as a building and more as a... weapon or a ship of some sort. Not what she was used to in building design. Stopping to admire the ancient inscriptions in one of the walls, she noticed that the walls seemed to be a contrast of minimalistic framework, outlining ornate sculpturework. The art appeared to be depicting some sort of battle, and a large one at that. Sith and Jedi seemed to clash with one another in these limestone walls, spilling their blood across the monocolor structure. Approaching the back of the structure, there appeared to be a very large door, with four statues of Sith outside, all with fires burning in their hands. A riddle safeguarded the door, and upon correctly guessing it, one could enter the inner sanctum of the fortress. Sitting by the door, she began to think. What could be the correct order?
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Brayark Vizsla
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Post by Brayark Vizsla on Mar 3, 2019 13:48:21 GMT -8
Malachor V. The single most disastrous defeat dealt to the Mandalorians in a millenia. It marked the end of the Mandalorian Wars and the start of the Jedi Civil War. But still, the Mandalorian people persevered. Because they were resilient, stubborn and strong. Once they made entire nations tremble in fear. Now, well now they were reduced to a bunch of pacifists. Not wanting to go along with the new regime of the Mandalorian Assembly, Brayark Vizsla took his clan to Malachor to plan their next move. While they obviously couldn't stay at Malachor for long, due to the instability of the planet, it gave them time to think and plan their next move.
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