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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:16:28 GMT -8
Thule's atmosphere was semi-arid, its terrain sporting rich savannas that were broken up by hills and rock outcroppings. These outcroppings were charred black from the lightning storms that continually bombarded the planet. The charred rock served as sustenance for a strange bioluminescent moss, causing the rocks to glow with an eerie light.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 20, 2013 18:20:06 GMT -8
In a remote part of the open desert near an oasis a team of scientists dig in the sand, they are looking for a particular ore found in it. Digging to a depth of 12 feet they take a soil sample and wait for an analysis of what they have found. Plugging it in the computer they waited for a few hours while swimming in the water and continued until they heard a beeping sound two hours later. Looking at the results the group cheered they had found what they were looking for, a vein of Phrikite, one of the richest deposits ever found. We have found it Master Solomon, send the droids, send everything we need for a mining operation to be set up.
*A few days later small craft make their way to the ground near where the original excavation took place and 50 of the excavation droids build up a small building to store the metal. After a day at a back breaking pace they are finsihed and they have a huge building erected that can hold thousands of tonnes of the metal. Then begins the work of digging in the sand.
After two days of work they reach the bedrock, almost 100 feet down and then the fun begins digging into the rock they find the deposit some feet from the entrance and gingerly begin removing it.* *Meanwhile above ground Solomon mines had contracted out 50 of the local Ubese for security. It was not the most daring of assignments but money was money, and they were not about to turn that down. With all the stone and sand that had already been excavated they began forming simple fortifications around the encampment.
Meanwhile the droids underground continue to mine away around the rich vein of Phrikite that they had found, they had already gone another three hundred feet long before it ended and curved. As a handful continued to excavate around the rare and brittle metal the majority began to cut huge bricks of it out and bring it to the surface.*
As the days passed the small mining outpost continued to survive and thrive. The 50 Ubese ordered to be body gaurds had settled into a nice routine, three patrolled the 8 foot wall they had erected over the time while the others would stay inside.
As the mining of the specific material continued a ship was called in to pick up the Phrikite and bring it to Aaragu were it would be purified and smelted with tyderium to make Phrik one of the strongest substances in the galaxy. Occasionally one of the droids would break down due to all the dirt in the air, and one of the Ubese would go down to fix it by cleaning it out.*
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Post by Afansé on Mar 9, 2014 2:22:19 GMT -8
-Thule Outpost-
Speeders were seen contently coming and going to the Thule Shipyards ground based factory carrying newly trained pilots for the massive amount of vehicles being produced at the moment, almost every day for the past 5 months passing Nomads would see Walkers or tanks of various sizes exit the Thule Outpost, and all of them had Crimson markings indicating that they were part of the newly established "Free Legion", all of the produced vehicles are transferred to Hurom once pilots and crew had been found for them
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Post by Afansé on Sept 5, 2014 0:35:26 GMT -8
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The vast majority of the Crimson "Free Legion" had been training out in the Desert in a survival and invasion scenario, should Thule fall under attack or if they would need to "liberate" another planet, many of the Sith were out on this training exercise as well, and they had all returned to the Thule Outpost after a very long time
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 11:46:04 GMT -8
Tidus wiped sweat from his brow with an ashen hand. "No slacking, these ore deposits won't clear themselves." The deep gutteral voice of the Besalisk growled in his ear and a clammy meat of a hand clutched Tidus on his shoulder. "I was just..." But before Tidus could even get halfway through his sentence he was cut off. "You stinking low life, half breed, you're all the same, I said get back to work!" The swing came from the upper muscular arm, the strike sending the adolescent frame of the youth sprawling on the ground, Tidus lay there dazed momentarily. "Get up!" Tidus turned his throbbing head and spat at the overseers feet spraying blood upon his boot. "Whst, so you can strike me again?" The Besalisk erupted his body, muscle and fst shook as he let fly a roar of rage. "You'll rue the day!" He pulled back a steel toe and made to drive it home into exposed ribs. Yet instead his shin was met with a sharp pain from Tidus intercept. "You won't strike me again." This sent the overseer into an uncontrolled fury, pulling forth his shock baton he set about the youth.
Tidus came to, he groaned and made to move but was greater by the harsh bite of shackles, he looked sorry mess suspended from the ceiling by chains, his toes just about touched the ground, his top lay about him in shredded tatters, his body covered in bruises and welts from where the cruel instrument had left more than a mark. He struggled to wet his lips in an attempt to moisten his arid mouth and parched tongue.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 15:55:41 GMT -8
The gentle but repetitive footfalls anounced the arrival of someone and moments later his worst fears were confirmed as a Cerean entered the room, he paused and spoke briefly to someone outside of the room whom Tidus couldn't see and then he entered. Like all his species the Cerean had an abnormally tall cranium, however unlike most Cereans this one had abnormally long finger nails, more like talons then any thing and his skin was an almost sickly grey in colour. This was the owner of the mine, who Tidus knew to be a melevolent being and he scared Tidus more than anything.
"Tidus you've been with Conglamec mining for three years now." He said as he gently paced in front of the suspended young man. "Within those three years you have managed to mine more ore than three men put together." He then held up a finger stopping an imaginary interruption. "Yet within those same three years you have been involved in more disputes sand unsavoury activities then any of my workers." He stopped pacing and fixed Tidus with an unblinking stare. "Am I not a good owner, am I not benevolent Tidus?" The question however was rhetorical for he continued. "How his your family Tidus?" His voice changed, it oozed and it sickened Tidus to hear it, for he knew that Fan-osi Dreix asked for a reason, and the reason could not be good.
The Cerean smiled a sickening smile, "They are well and enjoying the comforts I should expect." Fan-osi looked at Tidus knowingly a glint of evil in his eye. "What have you done!" Tidus exploded, chains rattling, he was met by a tutting noise and a waggling of a cruel finger. "Not I, but you, I am benevolent, oh only on HNN were they saying that no one cares for his workers and they're families more than I, and your family are quite safe with me....in my lavish house, woukd'nt you agree?" He smiled a grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. It was then that Tidus knew he would kill this man, he didn't know or care how, but the Cerean was lethally dangerous and cruel.
"You leave them out of this." The Cerean just continued to smile, then he turned and walked toward the door talking as he went. "You have the rest of this harvest to make amends Tidus, double your yield and you will have no more disputes with my supervisors." With that he left leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air. This was blackmail, The Cerean had his family held at ransom so to speak and now Tidus was exposed and weak, he had been turned into a pawn that could be manipulated to the Cereans merry tune and all Tidus felt was hate and he felt horrid and hollow.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 14:05:22 GMT -8
Tidus was finishing his last shift of the day, months had passed without incident and by some form of luck he had managed to scrabble together enough credits to join a few of his co-workers at the "Rusty screw". In most sectors it would have been shut down long ago, deccadant and we'll known to run illegal trading and sell illegal goods. But out here there was no law, Fan-Osi saw it as a necessary evil, it was the one small glint in the overly monotonous and back breaking life of a miner. Tonight Tidus had decided was going to be his night.
It was hours later that he stumbled slightly drunk out into the dark, what was more he was two hundred and fifty credits up, but he wasn't alone. Three men, one gangly and firm jawed, the second short but built like a bull and the third was around Tidus build and size. A gruff voice spoke out as the short bull built man blocked Tidus' path. " Where d'ya think your going with all our money, huh" Tidus turned to face the speaker, it was the gangly man, and the would be leader of this mottley gang. "Home, what's it to you?" The gangly man chuckled. "Well us boys ain't so happy you took our credits, right boys." "What's more, there were some thing fishy about how.....lucky you got."
It was true, even Tidus hadn't known how he did it, but he knew when to bet high and low, he even had feelings of what the dice was going to land on and hadn't made a wrong call all night. "So we'll be taking them credits now." Tidus' eyes narrowed. "No!" Again the gangly man laughed. "You missundrstand, we weren't asking!"
Then the three began to move, gangly man pulling out a vibrosaw, the bull putting on some knucklers and the other pulling out a wrench, Bull was the first to rush in and pummel Tidus hoping to land two blows to his abdominal region. Slightly inebriated or not, maybe luck was just on his side, but for Tidus the world slowed. He almost saw the blows before they came and he stepped aside raising his arm, Bull man's throat was hit by the almost iron bar like quality Tidus' arm possessed. The bull
anded spluttering and flailing onto his back. With a gutteral roar, gangly man and the other set upon him. Yet again Tidus moved and dived out of the path of the saw tackling the legs of the man with the wrench, taking him to the ground. Tidus rose with wrench in his hand his knuckles dripping blood and the man his size unconscious on the floor and Tidus wasn't sure how or even what had occurred. This time Bull had risen, now taken down to two and obviously having seen Tidus ability they circled him and then took him together, bull from behind, gangly man from the front. A vicious slice from the saw he avoided but he stepped back into the waiting path of the bull. Who winded him with a punh and then grabbed him, his thick arms like iron bars. He pinned Tidus to him and waited for the gangly man to draw near. "That's enough dancing pretty boy, imma split you from ear to ear." The gangly one drew back his saw, as he did Tidus felt a rush of force and strength and lurched sideways, but it wasn't enough, the blade bit home tearing through his left shoulder and as it did Tidus unleashed a scream of pain and terror and then the world went black.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 13:27:56 GMT -8
Tidus awoke to be greeted by a blurred harsh whitness and the dull monotone drone of a droid. "My sensors detect a growing rise in alertness and an alarmed state, be not alarmed, you are safe and in the medical centre." Vision still blurred Tidus attempted to rise but was halted by a searing pain shooting through his shoulder. "Sir, try to remain still, movement would be I'll advised and could tear the knewly knitted muscle."
Tidus groaned and slowly he recalled what had happened, at least up to a point. "What happened?" The droids servos whined as it tottered to address his vitals and rebalance his drip. "It is beyond my programming to address that question, I believe the Doctor was hoping you could fill him in. He shall be with you momentarily." With that the droid made his way out, minutes later a diminutive Chadra-Fan entered with a datapad in his hand. He made his way up onto a chair so he could be seen. "I was notified you were awake, I am Doctor Sakra, how are you?" "Sore." The Chadra-Fan chuckled in a squeaking like manner. "I am not surprised, you faced some ordeal...yet not only you survived but with minimal injury." The Chadra-Fan checked his datapad. "I struggle to comprehend this and your state of recovery." Tidus was unsure of how to answer, for he didn't have the answer. "I'm lucky..." Was all he could say. The Chadra-Fan remained silent for a moment,vthen said. "More so than the other three found about you." Tidus raised his eyebrows, "How so?" The Chadra-Fan looked puzzled, his ears flicked. "You really don't recall, all three sit in critical care....let's just say that the more soft and squishy matter in ones face, such as eyes and ear canals are ruptured beyond repair, and you.....don't remember." Tidus was becoming annoyed now. "I remember the hot searing pain as the sword cut through my shoulder, I screamed in pain, then I don't know..." Tidus realised that, that did not explain the grievous injuries the other three had sustained. The Doctor nodded. "I don't mean to press you. I was hoping that your detail of the incident may provide clues as to how the injuries occurred and thus provide an insight so I might understand and apply better methods.....but alas...." The Chadra-Fan shook his head. "Thank you for your time Mister Tidus, a few days rest and you will be allowed to leave our care." With that the Chadra-Fan descended and walked out, but on his way through the exit paused to have a word with a colleague and Tidus caught a few words, enough to make him to want to seek answers. "Only once have I seen something similar....." This was all Tidus heard, but it ignited his curiosity, clearly the Doctor knew something Tidus did not, and in two days when he would be released he was determined to discover what.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 14:43:23 GMT -8
The two days came and went, and before departing the Chadra-Fan had visited him for the last time to dismiss him. It was then that Tidus pressed the Doctor. "When have you seen similarities in the trio of men who attacked me before?" The Doctor squeaked, naturally taken aback, rapidly composing himself he straightened his face and regarded Tidus a moment as though his tiny rodent eyes were calculating the risk, he signed and then nodded. "Very well, there is little I know so don't ask more of me than I can tell. Yet in my experience I only came across a similar case when I was a trainee and I accompanied the leading Doctor in field medicine at the time. The patient was a force user and we found him at..." He looked around as though frightened. "The abandoned temple." Tidus' brow furrowed. "What sort of temple?" Sakra visibly shuddered. "It is a strange twisted and dangerous place, even the locals steer clear of. I suggest you be thankful for a swift recovery and put this.......event behind you." With that said the Doctor wished Tidus well and said he was free to go, leaving a befuddled Tidus with more questions than answers. Finally he settled on one conclusion, the answer he sought lay with whatever this temple was, dangerous or not he had to find it.
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Post by John Tien on Dec 7, 2018 17:16:59 GMT -8
A detachment of the 9th Fleet's landing craft flew across the terrain of Thule looking for something likely forgotten by the former controllers of the planet, a base originally constructed by the Sacred Imperial Order and rebuilt by Moff Tien and modified to house construction facilities and anti-personnel and anti-vehicle encampments. Eventually they found the Thule Outpost, though in desperate need of repair. The gates were jammed open and the factories were all but collapsed, nevertheless, the landing craft touched down around the facility and unloaded the droid armor of the 10th Vehicle Corps, the Engineers of the 40th Engineer Corps, and the various battle droids of the 85th Legion lead by the B2 Super Battle Droid "Warleader". The droids secured the facility encountering a few people who had taken up residence in the facility who were quickly detained while the Engineers surveyed the base for repair needs.
The detainees, who identified themselves as smugglers, were questioned and sent to Hurom for processing before Warleader signaled the all-clear to the 9th Fleet. The Engineers began to repair what damage they could but the outpost would need several weeks before getting up to minimum operational status, meanwhile the droids took up defensive positions and patrol routes in and around the outpost.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2019 10:33:21 GMT -8
Lightning filled the night sky as Cuuldruach sat at the mouth of the cave he had taken up residence in, seeking to become one with its fury. He watched each and every streak that fell before his eyes, his mind always finding its way back to that moment years ago. The Order of Ruin had begun growing and spreading its influence around. He, while known in some capacity, had become a silent assassin of the temple, keeping its walls safe and taking on those missions requiring stealth and quick kills. What he didn't was that he'd have to defend it from one who had been among them.
The woman known as Luxeria had once been an apprentice to the head of the order, Darth Andor. But one day, she up and disappeared without warning. A few months later, she returned unexpectedly and with a new mission. Most of those in charge had been out fulfilling other tasks at that moment, leaving him to defend the temple alone. He watched her for the longest time until he realized her plan: preparing the way for another Sith group to come in and eliminate the Order of Ruin. It was all the knowledge he needed as he made his attack. While she had proven herself to be capable for an apprentice, she didn't hold a candle to his skills. Her lightsaber even gave out of her during the battle. Her demise was at hand as was those she was attempting to let in. At least, that was how it appeared to be going.
Somehow, when everything was stacked against her, she had managed to prevail, effectively beating him. She had used his own sword against him, running him through. The effect of the Vexxtal crystal set in the guard had unleashed a strange effect on him: rendering him limp and seemingly lifeless. Perhaps the aura it left on enemies was somehow turned on him, though being connected to it instilled a different effect. He wasn't sure, but she buried him and his weapons in a shallow grave. He came to, surprisingly still alive and broke free. He found the temple still standing and Luxeria gone. No forces had arrived to destroy the order. Not that it mattered. It seemed that none ever returned anyway, allowing the temple and the order to fall into ruin. An ironic play of words to be sure.
All the year that had passed since then had been focused upon that woman and his defeat. It wasn't his first loss, it wasn't the first time his own weapon had been turned against him. If there was a reason he had held any fire towards her, it was because of her betrayal. He had seen it so many times in his past that he now held no tolerance for it. Yet, in his weakened state and without knowledge of where to go, the time had become his new enemy. It kept him from knowing what was transpiring in the galaxy and it was diminishing that hatred for the girl. Every day had become solely about just living to see another, something he hated with a passion. He had to get off this world, had to find a new purpose.
But what purpose would he follow? Return to the Sith? It had given him nothing but problems. Even before joining the Order of Ruin he had already been thinking about walking away from that life. But then, what else was there for him? That was where his thoughts laid now, the fury of the lightning being fueled into his own heart for being uncertain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 15:31:56 GMT -8
The days passed by as Cuuldurach contemplated the path he was about to take. He couldn't keep playing the exile, always living out in the wilderness with nothing but his skills to keep him alive. It was a lonely existence and one without purpose. Too long of that life and it could leave a man an empty shell of who he was, lacking any reason to continue. It was why he had joined up with the Oder of Ruin in the first place, that lack of purpose. But he couldn't join the Sith, not after the life he had led there. It was a life of servitude of those more powerful than himself with his own life at risk for every order he failed to carry out. His hand moved over the scar that moved over his left eye. It was a mark of the brutality of the Sith to ensure he didn't betray them as his brother did. As he told Ladoran that fateful day, it had become about nothing more than survival and he was tired of that life.
So then where? He wasn't about to stand with the Jedi for he still very much detested them, nor did he have any care for any of these middle ground orders that seemed to be popping up, even if his current belief would place him there nicely. No, he'd have to find a home among other dark-siders, those that still felt similar to him. That left only two. There was the recent formation of the Dark Jedi Order by what reports he could gather, yet it seemed they were allied with the Sith, effectively knocking them out of the selection pool. That only left the Knights of Ren tied to the First Orde. Dark-side users that didn't care for the Sith and worked as the counter to the lighter Imperial Knights. It was the best option he had.
With the choice made, Cuuldurach departed the cavern that had been his home for the past few years. He walked for quite some time before reaching a mound that seemed askew. Nothing but a camouflaged tarp, the man pulled on it to reveal the black a crimson MC-18 freighter. It had been his transport for much of his life, but being here and disconnected from the galaxy as a whole had allowed it to fall into disrepair. He doubted it had much life left in it. He could either repair it or acquire a new ship for himself. Time would tell. Moving aboard, he began to go through the computer, looking up what knowledge he could find. First things first was a ship yard. So many places, but who would take him? Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, letting the Force give guidance to his steps. He knew the Knights resided on Muunilinst. But as he thought on it, something pulled him away from those thoughts as if redirecting his course. Letting the Force guide him, he let his hands move freely across the console like he was a puppet on a string. In but a few moments, the planet of Prakith appeared.
Squinting his eyes at the holo image of the planet, he felt that if the Knights of Ren was where he needed to go, this was the location required of him. With that knowledge, he began looking up shipyards close by. Suddenly, a name crossed his screen: Hadur. It was a shipyard over Fresia that was both a contract shipyard for multiple other ships and its own company. It would provide many options for him in acquiring something new or even repairing this heap if he so desired.
With his path set, Cuuldruach powered up the systems as well as loaded the coordinates for Fresia. Once all was green, he brought the ship off the ground with a bit of a struggle. It seemed this would most likely be the last journey for it. Giving it all she had, the man pressed upwards into orbit before eventually pulling away and disappearing into hyperspace.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 28, 2020 16:55:37 GMT -8
Isen-class Bombers soared to the surface of Thule, slamming the landing zone, for the oncoming Conclave forces, with concussion and proton bombs that hammered the area to a near-blackened mess of twisted trees, scorched earth, and smoldering rocks. Those forces brought to contest the landing were likely nothing more than pulverized to the point of being stunned or dead from the explosives. Those that lived saw more shadows soar over them as starfighters went about strafing the nearby landscape, detecting further places and groups of opposition. They were soon dog-fighting with a local defense force of TIE/LNs, leftover from the former Imperial occupation.
The Conclave transports touched down within minutes. Armored barges brought forth a heavy ordinance of walkers and tanks to support the first wave of the assault on Thule. With great war cries, uttered in their crude Sith language, the Orzi hordes gathered and swarmed forth, seeking to overrun the defends by brute force alone, showing no desire for tactics. The dazed defenders, at the LZ, were quickly smashed with those surrendering being taken away by Sith Warriors among the swarms of Orzi soldiers. Soon enough, the horde was on the move and pushing forward with great momentum and aided AT-STs and AT-ST/As.
Hurom, the capital of Thule, would be just a stone's throw away of the defenses could be smashed and broken.
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Post by Elarinya on Oct 30, 2020 21:29:56 GMT -8
The Conclave, for the most part, was intended to act in secret and make moves that were much more subtle. But this initial surge and grab for territory was a chance for Maethoriel to fight alongside the Orzi and get a good taste of wide scale battle. The Warmaster disembarked from one of the landers as it set down within the landing zone. Her blade was drawn and held aloft as she joined the front line Orzi. Ready to engage any defence force that Thule might manage to muster together
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Post by Darth Malvus on Mar 9, 2021 15:29:29 GMT -8
As Thule fell more and more under the control of the Conclave, the military began sending out specialized companies of hunters and killers, both organic and automated. The former regime still had fanatics and followers which could aid in destabilization and disorder. The Hierarch and the Warmaster were keen on eliminating this opposition before it could take root. As a result, from Hurom, various death squads marched out during the days and nights. They arrested the suspicious, hammered the resistant, and executed the guilty in days, and then weeks, of a systematic elimination. Those found guilty had their estates confiscated, their families sold into slavery, and their assets seized. The Sith wanted to make things clear to Thule: they were the masters of this world, not the decadent regime that formerly occupied its surface.
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Post by Endor on Feb 25, 2023 20:43:23 GMT -8
Endor watched as lightning crackled in the distance, staring through the open bay of an LAAT as he and a strike team of Corellian Jedi Knights flew towards the headquarters of a Sith cult, one he'd been tracking for months. He closed his eyes, not needing to see the storm that consumed Thule this night as they headed into battle, he could feel its unnatural unease keenly through the Force. He wished he could spend the time to heal this world, but these days there were so many demands on his time. Reluctantly he'd exchanged his druids robe for the battle attire of a Jedi veteran, seeking out the dark corners of the galaxy and expunging the evil found there within. For now he'd leave the larger threats like the Quarren Dominion in the hands of his Jedi brothers. He grinned, feeling no lack of confidence in their abilities.
"We're almost there!" Shouted the pilot, causing every stern faced knight aboard to become that much more focused and alert. The gunship's side cannons roared as coherent beams of emerald light shot from its ball turrets and obliterated the outer walls of the black stone fortress the repuslor craft was descending upon.
In the back, our stalwart hero's lightsaber hilt slid into his hand, fitting comfortably between the grooves of the calluses that had formed from frequent use. He thumbed the activation stud, causing the blade to ignite in a brilliant eruption of radiant light. The meter and a half long energy blade was white as the snows of Hoth, crackling along its length with electrical forks of lightning due to the Firkrann crystal that powered it. He held it in his left hand, closing his eyes before extending his right to probe the currents of the Force for threats. He sensed...danger.
Ha. He'd been hoping for that. His eyes snapped open as the LAAT spun around a full 360 degrees, tearing apart the courtyard walls as it came in to land. Its landing gear crunched down hard on the ground, cracking the slick stone underneath. The Jedi strike force leapt off the sides, plunging into action as Sith cultists exploded from the entrance, wielding all manner of alchemized weapons that stunk of the foulest sorcery. Endor grit his teeth in revulsion of the pure evil he was sensing, resisting the urge to hate this clear rejection of any moral virtue. He took a deep breath, drawing strength from the resilient auras of his companions. Placing a breath of wind behind each one of his steps, he practically flew at the charging Sith, striking hard and quick as lightning, his blade flashing across and through. Sizzling blood spilled across the courtyard and dirtied his cracked leather spacer boots as he continued forwards, his lightsaber swinging from left to right in a brilliant blur that blinded as much as it delivered destruction wherever he moved. He was a force of nature, or rather, an instrument of the Living Force.
The harder he fought the more of these foul creatures came, with warped expressions of rage writ across their scarred features, lashing out with poisonous claws and gnashing teeth. These creatures of darkness he dispelled with some relish, much to his admitted shame, but such foul nightmares of warped reality required a swift end. It was merciful in its own way. He used the wind as a weapon, pushing and pulling his opponents off balance with gusts of air, before bringing the searing sting of his blade through their necks. He was efficient and tactical with his attacks, sometimes falling back to aid one of his troubled allies. In the end they battled their way inside. Sensing it was time, Endor called on the Force for strength, drawing power from the energy field that connected all living things. His green eyes crackled with a brilliant white light a match for his saber blade as he summoned a storm into the palm of his right hand and unleashed it forwards as he thrust his palm towards the largest gathering of cultists. A powerful gale seemed to manifest from nowhere at all, blowing down the wicked wretches off their feet as frigid winds assailed their exposed flesh. The hilts of their metal weapons became too cold to hold, and they began clattering to the floor, one after the other.
Taking the opportunity, Endor struck in a series of rigid cleaving blows that blasted through ice rimed Sith with every sweep. The cultists numbers counted for nothing, they were up against too experienced a foe. Before the hour was out, the last of the darkside scum had been banished from existence. They'd lost a few of their number as well, but overall the team remained intact and strong, ready for the next deployment when the time came.
"I don't enjoy violence. I really don't." He spoke aloud to himself, deactivating his lightsaber blade with a flick of his thumb, leaving only a lingering wisp of smoke as reminder of the contained heat of the sun that was there only moments ago. He hooked the hilt back onto his belt and crossed his arms, scowling as he thought about the road ahead. "That doesn't mean I'm not good at it."
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