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Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Might have to fluff that post, but it gets me back in the game.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

It seemed that the trials were never over for a Jedi.

Naat Reath closed her eyes as she pushed her back against the nearest wall, her body falling as the presence of darkness had overwhelmed Coruscant and she had felt it even though she had not been present in the first room that had been assaulted or knew why that the Republic had damned them.

“By the force.” She muttered under her breath.

Her thoughts went back to the Jedi Council and Master Windu— they would have the answers of why and how. The blonde haired girl nearly cursed under her breath as she felt more troubled than she had on the planet of Krant as Sev'rance Tann laughed with wickedness as she met Naat’s master in a duel of fate. She thought that was the darkest moment of her experience as a Padawan… up until this had to happen. The darkness of the force had overwhelmed the light in what felt like one instant and whilst Naat wasn’t a Jedi Master or as connected to the force as her peers were she had felt it since it had begun. A frown curled on her lips as she let her emotions shackle her to the corridor.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

She reopened her eyes as she took a heavy breath— a breath to release her fear and anger as she took a resolve to move forward. This had not been the first time Coruscant had been betrayed by darkness and it surely would not be the last. She had not perished with the others for a reason and she could not let her emotions disarm her to only be executed by a shot from a blaster rifle when they would eventually find her. She had to move forward and treat this like the battles she had commanded before and she had to think of how to survive rather than accept defeat. The Jedi had been betrayed by the Republic but that was the reality and there was no changing what had happened— there was only changing what is to happen. Her brows narrowed as she stood up, straightening her robe as she looked down the dimly lit corridors.

She wondered if she had been pursued by the troopers down into the corridors as it was likely that this intervention by the dark side of the force in the Galactic Republic’s politics was one of vigor and relentless fury. But if that was so she would’ve heard more chatter and more clattering of Republic boots through the corridors. If this was to be a genocide of the Jedi Order as it stood then they would do so in droves and not idle silent patrols— especially with the Jedi scattered and disorganized from the sudden breach of trust. It was more likely that one or two members of the Jedi Order had made way downwards and were seeking refuge from the murderous excess going above. Naat still felt pricks of uneasiness as the force’s light began to fade more and more as it went on. Caution was still important despite the logic Naat presented to herself as she began approaching the corridor with her hand on the hilt of her lightsaber before she turned it.

Her expressed lightened as anxiety left her for a moment.

“Bless the force, I’m not alone.”

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Not been able to keep up or post I'm afraid. My life currently consists of leaving the house at 7am and returning at 10pm, with no spare time in-between. I'll try catch up over the weekend if that's ok?

@Fat Boy Kyle

He's let me be inactive for two weeks, so it's only fair.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

I think I've posted four times on that last IC page. Feel like I'm spamming if I do anymore right now. Was hoping to see this pick up again but I have to say its not looking promising going by the volume of activity in IC and OOC the past few weeks. Unless people are sitting on posts...?

Where is everyone at with this?

@miette

Have outlines and work done on a few posts; but bills hit me like a brick. I'm home now, though, so there is that. I don't intend to have Maximum die after such a great first month initially, but if that's what the players deem what is necessary I'd accept it. Regardless of that I do think I can post again and put my energy forward, I have stories to tell and I will try to keep going. Speaking of time to finish up the next White Tiger bit...

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Yeah, Batman and a few others SHOULD be up tonight assuming my writing vibes are smooth.

EDIT: or at least a lot of work editing the post for Monday.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Noted. I'm still about, this month just has been unforgiving as you can tell by all my activity.

Wink Murder

I'm in no particular rush, anyway.

StarRiders: Hoshizora no Riders [Gowi, Tsukune]

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Kikuchi Yukia half-yelped as she was practically “shoved” to the floor, her butt landing on the floor with a slight thud. Her eyes winced as her hands placed themselves on the floor as she tried to regain herself and her previous thoughts together. How could she be so distracted that she went headfirst into someone? She frowned at the volume of pain, however minute it was she still clonked her head and rear to the point of annoyance. She was surprised by her low pain tolerance, considering the explosions and electrical surges she had put her body through. She wasn’t particularly “accident prone” but when they did rear their head they always knocked her off her feet. Always.

“Ow.” She muttered as she opened her eyes, looking up at however decided to also not pay attention.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Posted before errands, more obviously on the way before Friday.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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March 20th, 2005

Chinatown, New York City (10:24 PM)

"Don't let their weapons touch you, and if you can try and take one...well, I think they're still alive but anyway try and capture o-"

You would think I would be excited to be face to face with my enemy, the ones who had done me wrong and stained my heart with blood and darkness. But despite the hate I feel, I look to them and I feel uneasy as if my desires to find answers and track them down are thrown out the window completely. I never thought I’d feel fear again, and not at the people who I wanted to be at the end of my hands as I tore their limbs from their corpse. But that vicious zeal was muted as I looked on at the hollow men who surrounded me and my newfound ally as my ears picked up a chant they began to whisper in unison which only made me all the more nervous. I haven’t felt this disarmed and weak in such a long time and none of us had even entered combat yet. Was I so eager to discover this enemy to only stumble over my own feet like a terrified child?

No.

My hands move out in a defensive stance as my brows narrow. I would not become like a deer caught in the headlights— I would not cower in terror and lose my resolve.

"RRRRRRRRRRAAND'KAI! We have hunted you Rrrand'Kai, acrrross the yearrrrs, acrrross this city, acrrross the worrrlds! We will DRRRRINK your life's blood as We drrrrank your Motherrr's. Then, this agonizing existence will end. Khan has prrromised us this."

I step back and my eyes dart to the new voice. That’s when I notice Iron Fist’s inaction as he froze as a living nightmare revealed itself to us— I, apparently, am not the only one to consider pausing in unease as the growls of another enemy zipped past the dead-eyed cultists and flung itself towards Iron Fist, an action that had caught him as a deer in the headlights. I can only imagine how bad this could have been had I also stalled in my actions and let fear take me as well.

Damn it.

I can feel the power of my amulet; I can feel my instincts charged with energy— and before I know it I throw myself at Iron Fist as I take both of us off the current rooftop and to another as the creature that snarled at him missed its vicious attack. I can hear it snarl in anger and I can feel the cultists growing closer despite the action. Were we overwhelmed or had we just stumbled as fear from our past came knocking at our door?

As my feet stomp down on the new rooftop I have just landed on, I release my hold of Iron Fist as I hope he snaps back to reality.

“The night’s young, but let’s not go to sleep just yet.” I tell him as I look back at both of our enemies.

I can feel my adrenaline coming back to ‘normal’ as the rush of the dangerous battle brings me back to The Bronx even though I’m still standing in Chinatown. Before Iron Fist can state a reply I feel my body fling myself back into the fray and at the more immediate threat: the silver thing. To anyone looking at the battle with their own eyes… this must look like two glimmers of silver zipping across the roofs of Chinatown as animalistic sounds echo in the moonlight. That’s what it feels like to me and I’m in the thick of it as my body reacts to the aggravated snarls that are more than annoyed that I have stopped them from having their feast that was promised to them.

I’m not scared.

I won’t be scared.

“Dinner is canceled.” I growl right back at whatever I was fighting.