Honesty Crow

The Vanishing Kingdom

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Aerex

Age: 18

Race: Grusk

Appearance

Aerex

Note: To hide his race from other people, Aerex uses a less powerful version of his Chameleon ability to make his hair appear blonde and his eyes a more normal green color.

Personality:

Aerex is a introverted person, not prone to engaging in large social gatherings or groups. Running his tailoring shop on his own, he mostly keeps to himself and prefers to help his community through his tailoring skills. Keeping his social circle small, he cares deeply about the people who he trusts and calls friend, going to great lengths to satisfy their needs. At the same time, he can be seen as controlling with his attempts to keep people he really cares about close to him to avoid meeting the same fate as his parents. Lacking skills in conversation, Aerex compensates with a sense of style taught to him by his father. He will always look presentable for every occasion, but will avoid being the center of attention, especially during conversations and social gatherings. Aerex prefers to listen over speaking, only stating his real thoughts when asked. Usually, he will allow other people to lead, especially when among strangers, avoiding any sense of responsibility among those he doesn’t know or trust completely. Over the years, Aerex has buried a deep sense of regret and depression over the loss of those he loves through his work as a tailor and extensive reading. Aerex will go to great lengths to avoid trouble and confrontation with others, usually caving to demands if threatened with someone or something he cares about.

Bio: As every Grusk after the Crusade, Aerex was born to a refugee family. His father was an accomplished tailor, while his mother had retained the magic practices of their ancestors, and worked as a scribe. Before Aerex, the couple travelled from village to village, finally settling in a human settlement near Trantis. Aerex was born in an unexpected pregnancy, with neither of them planning to have children. Upon having Aerex, the two did their best to raise a child who would know his Grusk ancestry, but also keep it a secret.

In his teenage years, another family had moved in. The family's son, Joan became fast friends with Aerex, both boys sharing their fascination with the nearby forest, and their interests in the small insecf creatures and other animals that inhabited it. A few years later, Joan's family was killed in a freak fire, that destroyed their home and belongings, taking the entire family along with them, with only Joan managing to escale thanks to Aerex' heroics. Joan was taken under the wing of Aerex' family, becoming a part of it and even closer to Aerex. Eventually, the two developed a romantic relationship.
As Aerex grew older, he began to have disagreements with his family, especially about hiding who they were, and the constant game of pretend they were forced to play in order to continue living among Humans. In a heated argument, he left, taking Joan along despite his protests.

Joan and Aerex travelled East, leaving behind the village of their youth and finally settled in Kalla. With what little money Aerex had saved, they managed to buy a house, which Aerex turned into a clothier store shortly afterward. In public, Joan and Aerex passed close relatives, maintaining their relationship private. Aerex became known as a master tailor in the small town.

Two years later, a courier delivered a letter to Aerex, telling him that his mother had fallen ill. In a panic, and regretting his decision to leave je decided to return to Trantis. Joan offered to remain behind and watch over their store. Despite Aerex' protests, Joan insisted and Aerex returned to his childhood village.
By the time he had arrived, his mother had already passed, a week before his father had died of grief. Devasted by the loss, he gathered what he could carry from his old family home and returned to Kalla. Upon his return, he discovered that Joan had gone missing several days before.

For months, he searched everywhere, hiring bounty hunters with what little money he had to find him to no avail. Overcome by grief from the loss of his parents, and the heartbreak of his lover going missing, Aerex withdrew to the and long-winded process of tailoring, becoming a solitary and mostly silent young man. While he keeps to himself, Aerex contributes to the community through his master skills at tailoring and armor making, with many coming to his store to procure expensive pieces of clothing or specialized armor or accessories.

Equipment:

-Journal
-Pen & ink
-Portable sewing kit
-Utility knife

Abilities:

Hard light materialization- can create physical objects by compressing the light around him and forging it into a physical object. Small objects are quick to make, though the larger objects require more time and energy respectively. This sudden absorption of light can cause what can be described as a 'negative flash', a quick flash of utter darkness as the light is taken from his surroundings.

Tailor and Smithy- can mend clothing and gear for the party when they get damaged.

Chameleon- can alter the color of his appearance and objects that are touching his body.

Extra notes:

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

@TheWatchDog

Pestage's Folly

When the Inquisitor emerged first, the Bothan couldn't help but smile. "Here he we go", he thought to himself. And predictably, she got what she deserved. Forced into a humiliating kneeling position before her superior. It made him giggle. The raw power displayed in front of him is what he wanted to see first hand. And here she was, Miryia of House Janus. What a sight…

"Oh, where are my manners? I am Raveem of Clan Vas'Ah. Director-General of the Imperial Security Bureau." The Bothan bowed graciously, like a royal would greet another of higher rank. As ambitious as he was, Raveem wasn't stupid unlike other Imperial Officers, especially his predecessor. Thinking about his fate, it made him smile. Too bad he couldn't see it coming. As he rose to meet her gaze once more, he gestured at the woman beside him.
"This is my most faithful bodyguard, Phasma."
Phasma bowed as well, though she did so reluctantly. It seemed this Bothan had the savage warrior on a short leash. Now, to the more important things…

"Now why would our benevolent and most capable leader do that?" Raveem remarked semi-sarcastically. Though that smile quickly faded as he stood up straight and addressed Miryia's question. "The Admiral is inside along with all the other bureaucrats and leaders of our fractured Empire. I found it rather surprising that you were not invited to this particular meeting, so I thought extending an unofficial invitation was in order. Perhaps you, me, and the Admiral can convince him otherwise?"

It was hard to rear the Bothan even if Miryia reached out with the Force. His mind was a jumbled mess of quick thoughts and memories haphazardly stitched together. What she could make out though, was that he found the whole situation entertaining. She also found that Raveem found pleasure in her mere presence, which was strange to say the least. Just like any other ISB agent, she could see how he carefully measured and analysed her most subtle of movements and facial expressions. And regardless of his pose, he was positioned to grab the blaster on his belt. He seemed like a well-trained skilled agent.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

Pestage's Folly

"She's late…" Grumbled Phasma who was standing next to the very person who had so arrogantly summoned Miryia. The man next to her chuckled, raising his gloved hand. He stared out into the distance, seeing the speeders and the occasional TIE Interceptor zoom by. He couldn't help but smile as the anticipation built. There was a part of him that wanted to measure her reaction. Their race, after all was well-known for their sense of superiority. To use something Miryia had marked as 'servant' was a direct challenge to her authority and power. Something this particular officer had purposefully done. Not as part of some grand strategy, but simply for his own amusement. His counterpart though, didn't share his sentiment. Phasma, who came from a world where she had been crowned the leader of her clan after her many victories saw Miryia as an outsider and the fact that her boss had called upon her as part of one of his games annoyed her. She was deeply loyal to him, not because she was his underling, but because of what he had done for her in the past.

"Patience. She knows. And that, I think, makes it all the more exciting." The man giggled, making Phasma roll her eyes. There were times where she couldn't simply stand him. He was a brilliant strategist and spy, but an awful companion.

"Have you considered she might just hurl you into the Coruscant Underground?" Phasma said, staring back at him in an effort to wipe the grin from his face. That, only made him smile even more.

"I'm too useful." He said, placing his hands together in front of him, stroking his palms. "Regardless of her opinion of me, I'm too big of an asset. And if my theory is correct…"

"You will join her?"

"And you won't?" He finally turned to Phasma, his smile fading as she turned away instinctively. There was no doubt in his mind that he was correct, and he wouldn't allow Phasma to say otherwise or put into question her loyalty to him. Pestage's days were numbered and whether he died now or later was just a matter of time.

"I spoke out of line, sir."
Her words made the man scoff. There was nothing he hated more than insubordination. Phasma was a good soldier, but too focused on her own loyalty to the Empire for her own good. He would have to deal with that later.

"I expect better of you, Phasma. But you always do right for me, don't you?" He said, speaking softly. Though, the words doubled as a threat.
"Yes, sir."

"Excellent."
The man looks up, the grin on his face appearing again as he spots a luxury speeder approaching in the distance. As the speeder comes closer, Miryia is able to spot two figures. One, a female in a white and black ISB uniform. Next to her is a male who is shorter than her. He too is wearing the black and white uniform of the Bureau. When the speeder gets closer, she manages to make out the male figure better.

It's a Bothan…

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

Zsinj's Grand Plan

The Super Star Destroyer known as The Iron Fist was one of the Empire's last remaining Executor-class dreadnoughts. Unfortunately for any Imperial loyalist, the ship had become one of the first things the infamous Warlord Zsinj had seized following the Battle of Endor. The human Admiral had earned the respect of its crew and when the time came he took control of the ship, its crew, the ground forces within and the starfighter corps in its hangars. The ship, along with two entire fleets composed of several hundred star destroyers and a few thousand support ships such as corvettes and frigates which would later become part of Zsinj's armada. Now, the Iron Fist became the center of his military, political and economic activities. While Sereno was the official capital of his empire, Zsinj had created a parallel capital aboard his ship. From here he controlled his vast financial empire both inside and outside his own territory. It also served as a command center for his military forces and he could also communicate with the different planetary governors who ruled on his behalf. The most important part of this was that his enemies weren't aware of this, and it was done on purpose. Every faction in the Galaxy believed that Zsinj's empire concentrated in Sereno. He had ensured that the nobles there spread the word that Zsinj had centralized his power onto a single planet in order to consolidate his forces. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Following the battle at Onderon, Zsinj and his friend and ally Rua Skirata had left the bridge toward Zsinj's personal command center. This room, located in one of the deeper and more centralized part of the ship served as Zsinj's personal quarters, office and as a secondary bridge. From here he could coordinate battles without risking his own life. It also doubled as a lounge, which he often used to entertain guests or dispose of them. The two sat down in a set of comfortable lounge chairs, a server droid then brought them drinks. From where they were sitting, they could see the planet Onderon through a viewport in front of them. Zsinj smiled, turning to Rua and raising his drink.

"To another victory." Said Zsinj, offering a toast.

The plan was executed almost perfectly, capitalizing both on the infighting and division within the Republic and the malaise and incompetence of the Imperial Remnant’s leadership. Oh Alliance intelligence was clever, and placing a Republic outpost and intelligent depot on a planet that was almost an historical cliche was rather genius. No one, but no one would think to look on Onderon! Why every major potentate, dictator and maniac in history placed their secret bases on Onderon. A planet, infamous for its beast masters, it’s beast men and its legacy of being an ungovernable cesspool and most of those organizations and individuals found their purchase on Onderon’s soil dubious and often eroded far in advance of the arrival of their enemies. So of course the Republic did it, they’d even given enough bribes to the locals to keep them mostly calm, it was meticulous, it was efficient, it was doomed. Doomed because the Alliance leaders viewed Onderon as a backwater, bribes that lacked the gift giving nature offended the hypocritical pride of the Onderonians and Zsinj was studious enough to realize that. It became a simple matter of extending respect, trading for information and when the time came, leverage. All this and more was in Rua Skirata’s head as he made his way towards the true command center and in many ways, the capital of the Empire. Rua hadn’t stopped to remove his armor, heading to a logistics office to speak to requisition the proper bribes for their assets on the ground and then to the barracks to talk to troopers and one or two spies. Evidently, the gossip below was that not one, not two but six force users were present on Onderon and that not all were on the same side.

Which was a nice bonus, so far each side of this unstable game had a force user except the Remnant, intelligence reported they’d found some Imperial inquisitor who had been lost in deep space since Yavin, but reports of the description and of the other group, the beast boy and his master left him wondering. Wondering which mitigated only when he arrived and caught the scent of Alsakan brandy. “Ahh, Boss, your sense of taste is as impeccable as ever” Rua bowed his head, while he might have called him “boss” and spoken informally, he was always careful to make sure his body language was deferential, they’d been allies for a decade. He’d been Rua’s mentor and they might have even been friends but Zsinj had more than earned the right to be master here. “You’ll be the first person without force powers to conquer Onderon without firing a shot and most seem to hail you as a conquering hero” Rua raised his glass “To victory! May it be the pebble that starts a mountain slide!”

One Galaxy, one Emperor, two peoples. A united Mandalorian people, the right hand of Zsinj, his answer to the Jedi and everyone else, all united behind the banner of Zsinj. It was a nice goal and if he could play a part in it, he wouldn’t complain overmuch. “Apparently Jerec and Luke have some competition by the way, spies tell me there were three seperate groups of force users planetside and only one of them were Jedi and the other? Was with the Remnant and get this. Our Bartender says the crazy bitch claims she’s the “She Wolf” returned from the dead! Hah!” Rua shook his head, while crazier things had happened, it was hard to imagine the embodiment of Jedi fanaticism taking orders from the biggest sycophant of the Sith to ever exist. “Our spies are still working on the other guy, but maybe he’s just some eccentric old hobo who used to be something” Rua shrugged, the Galaxy was filled with washouts from the Jedi Order and former Agrocorp members who simply weren’t worth the Empire’s time.

It was irrelevant anyway and he relayed the information more because he knew Zsinj was a fan of military history and would appreciate that it wasn’t just drug lords and Alliance terrorists they lured out but the galaxy’s mental patients and change beggars too.

“Onderon puts us in a sweet position strategically, doesn’t it Boss?”

Zsinj took a sip from his Alsakan brandy. The mentioning of the Force users in Onderon was not unexpected, after all it seemed everyone knew what they were looking for on the planet. However, there was an unknown variable in there. A third party of Force users. Could it be?

"Did you get a name for this third party?"
Zsinj was not the type of person to underestimate his enemies. While he was confident in his power, he knew that a single Force user could turn the tide of a battle if not dealt with correctly. Especially one such as this. A third party with no allegiance to either the New Jedi Order or Pestage's sorry excuse for an empire. It was a variable he needed to know about. Before Rua could make up an answer, he started looking through his memories. He swore he had heard of an old Jedi Master who had settled in Sereno several decades ago. The nobles couldn't stop talking about him. Especially, when they found out that this particular Jedi was one of them. Could it be him? He certainly had the resources and capital to do it.

“Unfortunately no, all our spies were too busy focusing on the unhinged female claiming to be a dead woman” Rua made a mental note to pester his contacts in house Janus, to see if she was one of the myriad daughters born to that noble line gone crazy and was playing out a fantasy or if it was just some random inquisitor talking nonsense. His eyes flickered towards Zsinj the moment the man seemed to go silent lost in his own memories, he knew the look, it was the look the man sported when he felt intelligence failed (which it had) and his own memory would suffice (which it often did). “Our sources did give a generic description of the man in question and I ran it through the old imperial database on force users unaccounted for after the Jedi purge” Rua remarked, his voice somewhat tense. He’d killed force users before, besides Boba Fett he was probably the only Mandalorian in a thousand years who could say it and probably among the handful of sentients who could, but he didn’t like it, beyond his own personal youth it was too damn dangerous, fighting an enemy that could enhance itself in real time, modify its own anatomy to make itself faster, stronger and could anticipate your movements and drop you with its mind. Rua lost an eye to the petulance of one Mara Jade and his replacement eye flickered responding to the rise in his body heat as he mulled things over. Zsinj took all force users seriously, but he was taking this one far more seriously than he’d seen him take any since that fateful day with the Nightsisters, where Rua used a neutron bomb to settle a galactic dickwaving contest between darkside adepts on Zsinj’s behalf.

The descriptions were generic enough to yield ten different results. D’jinn Altis had likely died of old age and the Altisian Jedi were likely joining the New Jedi Order so Rua ruled that one out. “The description matches, several “fugitives” and given none of them look alike, it tells you the value of eyewitness accounts” Rua shrugged his shoulders, his gemstone like robotic eye flickering the images passed his ocular nerves. “But since you seem to know something I’ll start name-dropping and you can tell me if any of them sound familiar.” with another sip of his brandy Rua leaned back in his chair, his dark hair falling about the armor and robes, giving him the look of some wild, mercenary king in the service of a greater liege, one that didn’t merely wear the trappings of civilization but sought to embody them. “Quinlan Vos, Rahm Kota” Rua got a laugh out of that last one, he’d killed Rahm with Mara Jade, it had been how he lost his eye. “Tholme, Drun Carnwick and uhh...this name has to be an alias of some sort Ja’karr I’m pronouncing that right, I’m sure of it” Rua paused there, allowing the name to roll around his tongue, unsure why he stopped there, though he went on rattling off a few other names, including one female which again went to the value of eyewitness testimony, or lack thereof.

“Another claims he was the former High Inquisitor Antinnis Treymayne himself, but Jerec killed him over Ord Mantel, Adalric Brandl, Hydra and Volytar were killed in remnant territory but we still don’t know by who” Rua finished his brandy placing it onto the bronze tray the ever attentive service droid scurried over with.

“I can...investigate this personally if you need me to Boss..I’d much rather not, mind ye. “Rua muttered the last bit, responding to his own offer as a man who’d just been handed a bundle of venomous serpents.

"That one!" Zsinj shouted, standing up abruptly making the brandy in his hand spill on the floor. The female servant droid came running, kneeling over the small pool of brandy on the metallic floor as she attempted to clean it with a towel. Zsinj on the other hand was muttering something in Huttese as he ran over, as fast his body could take him, toward the main console computer in one corner of the lounge.
"That blind bantha. Piece of…" He continued, typing away furiously at the blue screen. Finally he found what he was looking for. "Jarn Dakarr! Yes! I knew it!"

He pulled up a series of reports on the screen above the console. All of them detailing a series of thefts to Sereno nobles. Every single one of them involved Sith or Jedi artifacts from the Civil War. "It has to be him. He was the most prominent Sith and Jedi artifact of the Clone Wars. Rumors spread by the Sereno aristocracy say that he was a Jedi Master at some point. There are too many coincidences."

“Dakarr? That last name sounds familiar” Rua remarked, wondering if he’d gambled with or fenced too, or assassinated people for that House. Quite a few bravos from Sereno, young, upstarts from minor noble houses had also challenged him to fights something about “an upjumped commoner” taking such a position of power besides the new Emperor. Both his synthetic eye and his remaining organic one flickered in amusement recalling their indignation. Sereno nobles weren’t as provincial as Chommel Sector upstarts but nonetheless. While clan Skirata wasn’t as wealthy or powerful as Clan Vizsla or Fett, or Kryze but his lineage boasted three Mandalores which put him a bit higher on the Galactic pecking order for arrogant fools who thought the achievements of dead men meant more than the victories of the living. The man who would be Emperor paced, mentioning albeit, with manic zeal relic theft and a foremost collector of odd artifacts. Rua whistled “I’m surprised the Inquisitors weren’t on his ass if he was buying up force cult relics, especially if he wasn’t part of the Imperial elite”

Rua had been given a scroll written by Odan Urr as a gift by Governor Tarkin for completion of a mission and he recalled that a minor Inquisitor had to be physically present to witness and log the gift, such was the extent of the Emperor’s paranoia. Rua made a mental note on that, perhaps he could use the trinkets he’d been given or “liberated” when clients failed to pay as bait? Granted, he had no way of determining if any were impressive enough to be worth stealing. Thinking about bait made him grumble, he really, really didn’t want to fight another Force user. “What do you want to do about this guy? If all he’s doing is running around collecting kriff and ignoring the Galaxy unless he gets cornered, he isn’t so much of a threat for he might do as the heat he’ll bring on us if he’s still involving himself socially or financially in Sereno. Maybe we should freeze his assets and repo his holdings? Then send a notice to the New Jedi Order and whoever this crazy cunt really is, in Remnant space and let them know we only care about containing Sith and Jedi treasure because blasted force users always burn the galaxy down whenever they have one of their sectarian domestic fights” Rua spat the last part out with unusual venom, for the first ten thousand years after the fall of the Rakata, the Taung and their human followers, who’d become known as “Adherents of path of the Mando’a” and then, eventually just “The Followers of Mandalore” then simply Mandalorians had been the preeminent force of order and peace in the cosmos, a race then religion of warrior poets who brought civilization to the stars. Then the damned Jee’dai reorganized themselves as Jedi some thirty two thousand years ago and flooded the stars, competing and vying with the Mandalorians for cosmic order and when the Republic was founded those sanctimonious prelates bent the knee and a once mighty people were reduced to brigands and pillaging thieves, then found honor in conquest once again and in opposing their hated enemy.

“Sorcerous trash, usurping dogs, Jedi, Sith, whatever the Kriff this blind thug is, they’re all the same to me. A class of malignant parasites who’ve distracted the Galaxy and held us all back for too long” Gloved hands tightened but the rage seemed to pass, much as he tried to revile the Jedi order his mind always wandered back to the blond girl who’d been like a surrogate mother to him and a mentor and whatever hatred he could kindle was drowned out. Still, this Ja’Karr, or Jarn Dakarr presented a problem.

He let out a sigh “Every major power has a force user except us, you’ve got me. But that still leaves this blind guy, what do you want to do about him boss?” He figured, the unhinged fraud could be dismissed, she was probably some low tier inquisitor trying to boost her value but this one? A former Jedi Master? Who’d survived decades of history, that was a problem.

A big one.

"No, no. Dakarr is clever, yes. He's been avoiding the Inquisitors and the Emperor himself for years. At least, that is what the rumors say. While he is a competitor in the markets…" Zsinj paused for a moment to calm down. The fact that some no-name Serenno noble was able to compete against his vast financial holdings hurt his pride. But he knew better than to blindly go after someone who had survived so much. "If we freeze his assets in Serenno he will disappear for good. Then, he will never be found. Hmm." Rua could sense conflict within Zsinj. He despised the man, not because he was a potential danger but because the Serenno noble had done something to hurt the Fondor Warlord's pride. Wouldn't be the first time something similar happened.
"I want to send a message." Zsinj turned, pointing a Rua. "Find him. Use everything at your disposal. Favors, spies, contacts, everything. And when you do, tell him that he should stay out of our way or face death."

Before Zsinj could rant any further, an Imperial Commando officer entered the room. The officer, wearing a black uniform and a captain's rank insignia approached and saluted the Warlord.
"Sir!" He called out, drawing Zsinj's attention. "The package has arrived."

"What?" Replied Zsinj, walking away from the console. Before the officer could repeat himself, Zsinj interrupted him. "Yes, yes. I heard you. Go and fetch them for me." The officer nodded and walked out of the room. Zsinj, then turned to face Rua. He had a smirk on his face. The good news seemingly washed away the fury from earlier.

"I don't think I ever told you how I got my hands on that little artifact from Onderon." Zsinj began, chuckling to himself as he approached Rua once more.

Rua let out a sigh, of course he wanted the mando to go hunt a force user. Dark side adepts and renegades of the light and Bendu fence sitters didn’t bother him the way hunting Jedi did, but it all bothered him because he really detested the risk involved in facing Force users. The man’s dark hair fell over his mechanical eye which began to twitch, processing statistics and data, feeding his brain information from the holonet as he began to formulate precisely how he would go about this without getting himself killed. Beyond him, the serving droid returned with a tray and some more brandy “Leave the bottle” Rua muttered before allowing himself a bit of a manic smile. “I hate fighting force users boss, but every time I do I earn glory and honor which is essential for a Mandalorian, especially one who aims as high as I do. That’s what I’ve always liked about relationship, you understand the cultures you seek to conquer or coopt, like Grand Admiral Thrawn did and you aren’t so paranoid and shiftless that you don’t see the value in advancing your subordinates” Which was true, Rua never acted the sycophant, the fact that he was willing to complain about this mission was proof enough. Zsinj took his advice on tactical matters as Rua learned from Zsinj like an eager student when it came to strategy. Zsinj had been able to establish himself so well because he understood as those below him rose, so too did Zsinj who rose ever higher, bringing himself one step closer to Emperor. “Intimidate, don’t kill but make enough of an example to remind him we’re not to be taken lightly.”

He could do that, hopefully without provoking the wrath of said force user. As he was about to ask if Zsinj wished him to inquire more about the Remnant and Pentastar’s force users a trooper came in and Zsinj seemed to cheer, to switch from that wounded pride and dark fury that moved him to send his best warrior on a potential suicide mission into waxing nostalgic about manueverings done in the dark over the last few months or years. The light in Zsinj’s eyes burned and Rua shook his head “No, I don’t think you did” He could guess well enough, but he never liked to voice his theories until he had at least partial confirmation. “How ever did you manage to hustle six different force users Boss? Including two kriffing Jedi Masters…” Or three, if the crazy lady wasn’t so crazy at all.

“And what exactly is the artifact? Don’t tell me it's a damn holocron or some manuscript of Nomi Sunrider or Arca Jeth?”

"See for yourself."
The Imperial Commando officer returned along with four Storm Commandos. They were escorting a boy, not older than 20. He was wearing the usual robed given to padawans by the Jedi Order and even had a lightsaber on his belt. Though, by the look on his face he probably wished he was elsewhere. When he was presented before Zsinj, he looked away from the Warlord's gaze as he approached him.

"Go on, boy. What are you waiting for?" Said Zsinj, growing increasingly impatient as the kid reached into his robe. From it he pulled out a triangle crimson holocron. So this is what everyone in Onderon was after? Some dusty old Sith holocron? As soon as the Jedi Padawan presented the holocron, Zsinj took it from his hand.
"This." Said the Warlord, turning to face Rua. "This is our reward. Neither the Jedi, the Sith or Dakaar have what they sought after. According to my sources, this is the last Sith holocron in existence. By keeping this holocron under our protection, we deny our enemies the vital knowledge they require."

Zsinj glanced toward Onderon, before fixing his gaze on the artifact in his hand. "Their orders will waste vital resources as they scramble to find it. Eventually, they will come for it. And when they do, we will destroy them! We'll draw them into a trap from which they cannot escape. And then together, we can bring order to the Galaxy. A Galaxy in which the Force is no longer relevant."

It was hard to tell whether Zsinj had completely lost his mind or if he had come up with the most ambitious plan in his life. While the holocron was a vital tool for the respective orders, would it be possible to use it against them. He was right, both Jedi and Sith would spend resources to find it. However, whether Zsinj's forces could use that to their advantage was another matter. r matter entirely.

From his seat Rua raised a scarred grizzled eyebrow as the wastrel entered the room. A boy, adorned in Padawans robes, those silly brown robes that Jedi always thought was some compensatory gesture to make up for the fact that their existence cost the New Republic about as much as it cost to maintain seven full battlegroups and a quarter of a million soldiers. “You think that stupid costume hides your hypocrisy? I could fund a mercenary team of twenty with what the Republic spends on you, boy” Rua chuckled, it was a bit cruel and he didn’t entirely mean it but the youth had the look of someone who had given up and Rua despised broken men and despised powerful ones all the more. As the boy held up the artifact a scarred, halved eyebrow rose over his artificial eye and Rua let out a whistle. “Ain’t that a pretty thing, pretty and dangerous” Rua added, a gloved hand reached for his songsteel knife, he knew well enough the danger of Holocrons. Mandalorians spent tens of thousands of years battling their creators and the Jedi who reverse engineered the technology from the Rakata and began to fashion their own and the Sith ever after. As Zsinj began to unravel the web of contradiction and risk shrouding his plan the Mandalorian slowly smiled a predatory, feral smile. Yes, he thought, as it should be, a Galaxy ruled by an Emperor whose law was enforced by the Mandalore many had asked why he supported such a man, when he had the wealth and the esteem to break off on his own and it had always come down to one thing beyond loyalty, Mandalorians weren’t rulers, they were a race of conquerors, warriors, but they needed to be united behind one leader, who bent the knee to one great man.

“A crucible of truth, to burn away the the millennia old deception of the Force Using cults and their value...I like it” Rua turned, sneering, disgust evident in his face, though less for a hatred of force users and more in the memory of Scout, her love and her patience and the blind Jedi he’d killed with Mara Jade and how pitiful it was this one betrayed that which so many died or remained lost because they refused to forsake their vows. “How does it feel boy? To know you’ll be responsible for the extinction of every single infernal sect of your nonsense mutant brethren?”

Rua laughed and rose “Don’t bother answering” turning he bowed to Zsinj and departed, it was time to prepare to act the part of the intimidator.

It was time to alter the course of History.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

The Imperial Commandos moved out from the temple and toward where Earhen was taking cover. He could hear them, shouting orders at one another as they split into groups of three to pin him behind the rock he was using as cover. The Royal Guard spoke in their hidden language, with one of them deploying a light repeater weapon to pelt Earhen's position with red blaster fire. This also worked to cover the Imperial Commando's flank. From afar, near the doors of the old vault stood a hooded figure. A human, with a smirk on his face. He had been waiting for so long for someone to come and challenge him, now was the time to use his abilities in combat and prove his devotion to the Emperor.

The Adept attempted to probe in his mind...but found nothing, he began to notice this person was somehow dampening his attempts to read into him somehow...could he be...he was thought dead post Endor could he have turned on the Empire beforehand? No matter this matter should be settled by a student of the Dark Side.

The Imperial Commandos moved in, closing in on Earhen with weapons drawn. One of the teams arrived first, flanking him by the side. They approached, ready to shoot Earhen dead by running up from behind him in an effort to catch him by surprise. The other three were still making their way around. At the same time, the Royal Guard kept shooting at Earhen's cover, chipping at the rock with heavy blaster fire.

Searching for a nearby dead trooper Earhen found a charge and tossed it at the opposing Guards in front and decided to go forward to meet the Red Robes in melee before the Commandos could flank. Again grabbing the troopers corps Earhen used it as a meat shield to help advance close enough to the two warriors. As he fired and used the corpse to absorb blows Earhen tossed it at one of the Royal Guardsmen knocking him over and Earhen drew a double pronged Blade and swung at the other, slashing his robe but not injuring him.

“I hoped you bastards would be out of a job by now, or at least commit mass suicde or something.” He mocked his opponent, he did enjoy to mock others, especially in battle.

Anger telegraphed in his movements the Guard drew his blade and swung at the Echani warrior only for it to be swiftly dodged. Strategically behind the rocks the commandos were blown away by a little surprise left before he vacated his cover. An explosion rocked the first wave of Imperial Officer Commandos, killing many and injuring others.

The Dark Side Adept frowned, stepping back into the entrance of the temple, holding his lightsaber tightly in his hand. He saw the Royal Guard in front of him struggling to fight the threat. The way the young man fought, it was the same training the Royal Guard received. An agent gone rogue? Or perhaps Emperor Palpatine himself had sent him to test his skills. The Adept decided on the former rather than the latter. This had to be some kind of test and he was damned if he would allow himself to fail. As the adept steadied himself to take on the intruder the Royal Guard did their best to fight him. The two rid themselves of their red cloaks, revealing their red armor within. One of them dropped the repeater and drew a vibro sword while the other picked his pike as his weapon of choice. Instead of attacking him one by one, the two positioned themselves to attack Earhen from opposing sides at the same time.

Taking a defensive position Earhen clashed with both Guardsmen with his double vibroblade such force sparks flew with each clash. Each one's movement was an imitation of his own, but each clash spoke of their inexperience.

They were likely new additions fresh from the Squall, the Guard were devastated after Endor he heard and mostly stuck to the core worlds or what was left of their Masters hideouts like this wonderful little slice of hell.

Each blow and swipe from the Gaurds were masterfully parrayed by Earhen, as easily as one could read words he could read their movements. The only thing burning in their minds was a single thing: Vengeance, retrobution for their fallen master and all they held. It was the same story with every maniac in the New Order and it continued to annoy him with how many idiots there were in the Empire who kept rolling with it like it wasn’t as corrupt as the Republic if not more. Guys like Zsinj and Screed were just in it for their own personal wealth or Greed when they had claimed to be protecting the people of the Empire, all the while enslaving or experimenting on sentients. These men were serving an empire that was a shadow of itself, Sate...didn’t have what it took to protect the people of the galaxy nor did Earhen think his interests nor his allies interests lie in its betterment.

So it fell upon Earhen to make a difference, no matter how insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Continuing his blade work after several flawless deflections fients and jumps his blade cleaved open the mask of the guard with the pike sending him crashing to the ground again this time permanently.

Losing his patience, the Dark Side Adept ignited his lightsaber. He dropped his cloak, revealing a human with most of the front of his face replaced by a metallic prosthetic that made him look like an undead robot. Raising his hand, he Force pushed the Royal guard to the side, making him crash against a nearby tree knocking him out of the fight for good. The Adept looked Earhen dead in the eyes, as he held his lightsaber in a stance.
"Enough, intruder. I won't allow the perversion of my Emperor's teachings to go on any longer. I will cut you down and offer your head to him!"

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

@countlessinsect

Approved. Please put it in the character tab.

The Vanishing Kingdom

@Jollan

Eduard stopped right in his tracks when the flying messenger hit him right in the forehead. Shaking his head, he instinctively raised a hand up to his head before looking down to see the small basket with wings. Raising an eyebrow, he bent down and picked it up. Reaching into the basket, he pulled out the piece of paper. The short, hastily scribbled message sent Eduard into a quiet panic. This was a problem, and a big one. One one hand he had a camp possibly full of slave girls who would probably need short-term physical care and long-term psychological care. And on the other, he had half a town that probably needed him to diagnosed more specific injuries. Two tired healers wasn't going to cut it. People there needed a doctor that could ensure their injuries didn't become a problem later or even kill them in the near future. He felt he had a decision to make. Whatever thoughts he had about Aerex took a back seat. Now, he needed to focus. Before heading to the entrance, he quickly picked up his things and placed them all in his bag. He then approached the new arrival.

"You there." He said, as he walked over. "You said you came from Kalla, no? I need you to take me there. The healers won't be able to keep the patients stable on the long-term. I need to get there as fast as you can take me. Considering how fast you got here, I presume you used magic and not a horse?"

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

@countlessinsect

Yes there is. Just make a CS and post it here.

@Yamitaicho

Not saying you shouldn't play one. It's just that it can't be one of those species. Though I am skeptical of allowing that race into the RP too.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

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When the New Republic Mon Calamari cruiser arrived in Onderon, The Intrepid picked up on it almost instantly. Unaware of the hyperspace route taken by Miryia, the New Republic placed itself at a disadvantageous postion. Upon their arrival, one of the bridge officers called for Karius who walked over to his station.

"Report." Said Karius, as he glanced at the screen picking up six targets.

"They are New Republic ships, sir. One of them is a 'Liberty-type MC80 Star Cruiser', most likely the lead ship." Said the young female bridge officer, briefly glancing at Karius who nodded in aknowledgement.

"Keep me posted." Replied Karius, as he walked off. Taking a commlink out of his pocket he hailed Miryia on the surface.
"Janus. We have company. The New Republic sent a task force out to the planet. They are most likely evacuating their people. Have you found what we are looking for yet?"

"Fascinating" the words left her throat, in an almost imperceptible murmur. Purple eyes danced with a flurry of emotions that were as hard to decipher for the young trooper beside the woman they were coming slowly coming around too, as much of her body language had been. "What is Ma'am?" The voice that cracked through the audio filters belonged to a human female, who sounded as if she had maybe been out of her teens a year. "The holocron, it's different" she held it in her hand, moving it from one side to another. But she'd said no more, merely placing it in a box and handing it to Captain Cardinal, she looked as though she was about to issue an order when Captain Karius came over the line. And the Republic was here now? Truly odd, she'd felt a presence before and assumed that it had been the Republic. "We've retrieved a package" she turned and eyed Cardinal "Lead your men back to the shuttle and return to the intrepid, I'll find my own way off Onderon"

Hijacking some poor smuggler would be easy enough. "Another force wielder is planet side and I sense more than one...I'll not risk you and your men with such a task. Go now and celebrate your first victory in months"

Miryia dismissed them with a nod that did its best to convey the rigidity of command and respect before she took a separate exit from the cellar

Over on the Mon Calamari cruiser, the members of Rogue Squadron had gathered in the hangar before getting on their ships. The Jedi had gathered in a Galofree Transport and were ready to land on the planet once Rogue Squadron was deployed. The fleet itself established itself in Onderon's orbit, waiting for the Star Destroyer to make a move.

Alara entered the hangar with Lahana and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “May the Force be with you,” she said supportively before joining the rest of her team conversing with who appeared to be Lahana’s master, Kale. None of them looked pleased.

Rogue Group boarded their vessels and left the hangar; each agreed to escort the shuttle containing the Jedi just before breaking atmosphere and would then turn around to engage Imperials as needed.

Despite the presence of the Imperials, the escort mission went underway without any delays. When the transport reached the atmosphere and the squadron broke off, the Imperials never engaged. As the squadron returned to the fleet, Wedge couldn't help but think about the mission and the presence of the Imperials. Why would they send a single Star Destroyer? Something was wrong, but they couldn't figure out what.

"We should hold position and defend the task force. Wait for Master Kale and the others to return." Said Wedge, seemingly changing his mind over attacking the Star Destroyer.

"Understood." Nareia said curtly; none of the others objective to this course of action.

As the Galofree transport took off and began to return, the Captain of the MC80 contacted Wedge and the others.

"Sensors are picking up several unknown ships. They are coming out of hyperspace now!" He said frantically. The moment he finished the sentence, two dozen ships emerged from hyperspace on opposite sides of the planet. Now that they were here, Wedge was able to make it out their allegiance.

"Pirates!" He said. "What is the Black Sun and the Zann Consortium doing here?" A rhetorical question. It was obvious that they were interested in whatever the Alliance had hidden down there. Now, they were probably here to retrieve it. Before he could order Rogue Squadron to go back and escort the transport the two rival fleets engaged each other.

Fighters flew all over the place, as the Zann Consortium and the Black Sun opened fire on each other. Black Sun bmbers engaged the Aggressor-class Star Destroyer that commanded the Zann Consortium forces as the they attempted to destroy the Black Sun which was mostly composed of loose fighters, bombers and frigates.

As the battle unfolded in the sky, Miryia made her way deeper into the city. Whoever these Force users were, they were moving away. It was likely that they had already figured out that she was following them. Finally, they led her into one of the large hangar bays. There, she spotted an old Sith Empire Fury-class interceptor. Right by the ramp of the ship, was a cloaked man flanked by a masked humanoid and an old assassin droid from the Confederacy. It seems they had been waiting for her. These were the Force users she was looking for.

As the battle raged in the heavens above them, an entirely different engagement ensued as one Jedi of old pursued something entirely new. The manner in which they'd concealed themselves left her almost frustrated until she allowed her awareness to extend deeper into the force and she began to understand that while the methodology was similar the evocation felt different. In many ways this force wielder was different from her generation, their connection to the force had atrophied considerably since the battle of Ruusan though it seemed to be coming back to form slowly and gradually, as millennia of doctrine was cast aside and force wielders were forced to examine themselves and discover new methods.

Whoever this was owed her that and she allowed a perverse smile as she continued to track them, those who were luring her somewhere quiet where they could engage each other. -fearing collateral damage? No, this one wouldn't attack an unknown enemy, he's not a fool- perhaps he too was curious? Her senses bristled as a more "pure" source of light began to enter Atmosphere.

upon entering the hangar bay the woman almost sneered at the sight of the relic, the old fury. Of the three, the one who interested her the most was the eldest organic, his power was a twilight color a gray Jedi perhaps?
"You've led me around the city, you and your little one. Curious, you strike me as one who seeks, not flees"

"You'd be correct." Replied Ja'Karr, stepping forward a little. He was cautious, but not afraid. "But something tells me we've both left empty handed."
Miryia noted that the Grey Jedi was blind. By the look of his eyes, she could tell that at some point he had lost his sight in its entirety. However, it was clear that he could see her through the Force. Another thing she picked up on is how protective he seemed of the younger one standing beside him. It was subtle, but it was there. Perhaps, a Master and an apprentice?

Eli stood about a step behind Ja'Karr, off to his side. He stood with his hands clasped in front of his body to try and offer a non-threatening stance, though his tight grip on his own wrist would give away how anxious he felt, dreading a potential planetside conflict to come. He'd never been in a real fight before, and he's only had his saber for about a month.

His head turned towards his master, then to the Arkanian again to at least try to understand what was going on. The apprentice decided that the best course of action would be, just like in his classes on his homeworld, to shut up and listen.

To see without sight, it was one of those abilities that most assumed would come naturally to Jedi, but the peons of the Galaxy seldom truly understood what it meant to use the force and the difficulties such abilities entailed. Miryia for example, had been trained by a Master who was regarding as a formidable seer and prophet and she'd dedicated long hours in her youth to far sight and yet never saw beyond herself, for many blind Jedi, sight came with not a mastery to suppress ones emotions but a mastery of acceptance of one's emotions.

For followers of the code, that always came with some difficulty and it grew harder with each passing century. This "sight" was a testament to his skill, a credit to his nuance and power. -So you're here for the holocron too?- she thought, Miryia inclined her head giving a curt nod "That depends I suppose, on what we both came here for. Seek you Sith trinkets?" her purple eyes again narrowed on the boy and she let out a soft chuckle "Don't worry little one, neither your master or I are going to draw a lightsaber" she turned now to face Ja'Karr, gently probing his mental defenses, allowing her power to gently embrace him not to attack but to understand. "Isn't that right..." she paused 'Ja'Karr..." she offered him a curtsy, knowing full well she hadn't probed hard enough to pull anything and that he'd allowed her that much. It was vexatious, but at the same time, Miryia was no ingrate.

"You'll forgive the mental intrusion I trust, I've been..gone a long, long time and I wanted to see how much the methodology of force wielding has changed..It hasn't all that much. Light and Dark, the blind obsession with servitude or domination..of a substance"

Miryia allowed a shoulder to rise as if offering an indifferent shrug "But you're different aren't you?"

There was something wrong about this woman. He could sense it. Her presence in the Force was different. She was far from Darth Sidius who emanated an aura of evil and decay. This woman on the other hand, he simply couldn't tell. Somehow however, it was familiar. He had sensed this before, but where?

"I followed a different path and so do my pupils. The Force is not black and white. But, you knew that already." He paused for a moment, his grey eyes staring back at hers. "You never told me who you are. I feel like I know you."

-Not black and white- there, she thought, it was a start and the woman inclined her head ever so lightly. He did feel gray, stalwart, driven, passionate but it was tempered by an inner calm, the boy beside him was a blip on the radar that might one day blossom into a tempest of power, but what stood before her was more akin to a great fresh water lake. Placid, but tempestuous, powerful in its depth if not in its vastness.

"No, it is not, to ascribe a philosophical binary to the force is to spiritualize the raw materials for plasteel or durasteel, to call trinium or hypermatter "dark or light" " The woman spoke, perhaps if not in agreement as if though she were offering input, offering her own insights. Though, their approach might have differed as much as their philosophies, despite their roots in similarity.

His next question caused the woman to nearly beam, though she mastered herself and nodded "It is possible you know me, I've had soldiers and pilots recognize my name from history books, some of what I've been able to read from what wasn't destroyed by that profligate imbecile Palpatine says the Jedi believed me dead, lost in combat. "A great loss"

She wanted to laugh at that, had the fools known the truth, they wouldn't have mourned her as a great hero. "I am Miryia Farlina of House Janus, in another life I was Jedi Master and General in what your history books call the New Sith wars...Though the title "Jedi Master" seems to have little significance now"

The question would rise, why she hadn't sought out look, but his awareness, his own recognition of what she was told him the answer to that question.

"I've encountered Jedi who aim to walk a path akin to yours, in my youth I thought them foolish, on the council, I tried to shield them from retribution by our more...puritanically minded brethren"

"I was a fool myself to think I could change the Order from the inside." Said Ja'Karr recalling his old days as a Jedi Master within the Order prior to the Clone Wars. "But they deviated from their path long ago. I don't mourn their destruction at the hands of the Sith. Perhaps it was the Force's will or not. I have never been able to tell. Seems I am not the only one who thinks this way."

Ja'Karr had to be careful. Even when their beliefs were similar, he had yet to asses her intentions. Further, he would have to meditate on this familiar presence. He needed to go back and find whatever memory he associated with this.

Eyes flickered for the briefest of moments, with a mix of frustration, the disappointment of a teacher who found a potential equal who still deviated. "Perhaps, though does one blame the will of hypermatter for a reactor breach? Or the incompetence of the plants engineers?" The woman shrugged, allowing this question to hang in the air as she walked, without menace and yet somewhat circling them, her eyes flashing from Pupil to Master, probing and a hand gently reached out for Eli's shoulder "Your master may sound harsh for not mourning the mutual annihilation of the Jedi and Sith, do not judge him so..."

After all, he hadn't given them the nudge, merely seen the hypocrisy. "To leave the path of a Jedi takes, conviction" she turned gliding between master and apprentice, her features trembled slightly, the beautiful woman, again seeming for the briefest of seconds much like an enraged cobra.

"It took far too long" she murmured, though more to herself than to either master, or apprentice..

"It would be..perhaps illuminating if we were to continue this discussion when we have less pressing matters to attend too..and our dogmatic, lost brothers are not on our heels. If the forest moon of Endor catches your fancy there is an old palace on the southern most point of the main continent. It was erected by followers of Xendor, tens of thousands of years ago and is occupied now by an exiled Nightsister..who calls herself Charal..She is ignorant of the knowledge woven into the stone. If it you wish it, in three months time you may seek me out there...I wish to visit this witch and learn more of how her people wield the force, bring your apprentice..Perhaps..We can reach an accord"

of course, she had every intention of offering Charal two choices, a lightsaber to the heart or conversion...But she was not quite ready to make the same overture to Ja'Karr, for now, he was a peer.

A fellow student on a new path and she was content to see where he would go and if his search would lead him back to her...insights.

Just as Miryia finished speaking, the two Force users turned simultaneously toward the entrance as several dozen soldiers marched inside weapons drawn. Leading them was one assassin droid, IG-88.

"Halt. You will stand your ground and hand over the holocron." Said IG-88, as he pointed two blaster rifles at the group near the ship. "Tyber Zann will not ask twice."

Ja'Karr stepped forward, only feet away from the assassin droid. "Tell Tyber Zann that we came out empty handed. The holocron isn't here."

"Last chance." The droid insisted, his photoceptors moving around frantically as he asssesd the situation. "Hand over the artifact or die."

Eli, Miryia and Bix saw Ja'Karr lower his hood and walk closer to the IG-series droid. Slowly, he placed his hands together in front of him, locking his fingers together.

"Oohh, this is gonna be fun." The CIS assassin droid chuckled, as he drew a sniper rifle from his back. Up until now, Miryia had dismissed the droid, though upon closer inspection she noticed he had a monocle and a moustache on its head unit.

Oh now this was annoying, she'd been so preoccupied with tracking the Jedi approaching their location that she made the mistake of assuming the untalented and their mechanized compatriots were merely denizens of the city and not enemies. She'd made a poor showing of herself in that sense and her fingers twitched with annoyance.

Tyber Zaan? Ah yes, the Gang lord turned war lord....What did the fool want with a holocron unless? Her eyes narrowed,. Imperial intelligence reports had indicated that he was after relics but they couldn't determine why, had he found himself a former acolyte? A surviving inquisitor as the Pentastar Alliance had? or something else? There had always been other surviving embers of the Sith legacy, Palpatine was convinced he'd crushed all the so called pretenders, to his heretic's throne and yet...Could one have remained? Or was the man's ambition more provincial?

Instinctively, she moved closer to Eli, standing in front of the youth "If I had it, I'd sooner destroy it then hand it to you" which was true, she had studied the Sith arts for decades in the dark and found them wanting, profane and ultimately doomed to self destruction. They held no more interest to her beyond what insight they could give her in terms of different methods of manipulation, data and little else.

The room began to grow cold, around the hangar panels groaned and rivets loosened. If Ja'Karr hadn't fully sensed it by now, he'd have a clearer window into her soul, a soul that was scaled, ornate, regal and yet, emitted a light that was more akin to a radiation leak than a beacon. pretty to behold, venomous to be near.

"Do you wish to handle these..simpletons?" Miryia asked the man and his droid "I'll safeguard your apprentice..a courtesy between fellow travelers on the gray road" Despite her aura, there was a maternal tone to her voice.

Eli turned his torso, taking a step back with one leg. His arms finally separated, empty right hand suddenly filled with a small metallic cylinder that had just flown out from under his cloak. He didn't ignite his lightsaber though, only clenching it tightly in his hand. Holding this weapon seemed to calm him, his nervousness less apparent. He wasn't hostile towards Miryia, rather looking towards the Consortium intruders in case his master needed help.

"False. I am IG-88. I have killed many Jedi. You will just be part of my expanding stati-" Before IG-88 could go on, he stopped as he spotted one od the Consortium soldiers aiming his weapon at the assassin droid. Slightly confused, he turned toward him.

"He's behind you!" Shouted the soldier, as he opened fire on one of his comrades killing him. The others also began to yell at each other as they shot in different directions believing Ja'Karr to be in different positions at once. Panic engulfed the lines of the Zann Consortium troops as they shot or fought against one another. Some believed the others were ancient enemies or ghosts, while others saw Ja'Karr threatening their comrades. However, IG-88 could see right through the illusion. Seeing himself in a precarious position, the droid fell back fleeing outside. The chaos was over in just a minute. The entrance to the hangar was now filled with the dead bodies of Tyber's thugs.

Bix looked at Miryia and Eli before bursting out laughing. "That was cool, right?"

To Miryia, this ability would have been familiar to her. Force Insanity, an advanced version of the infamous 'Jedi Mind Trick'. It could induce paranoia and delusions on victims forcing them to either flee or attempt to kill their own. As for Eli, he had never sensed his Master reach so far into the Dark Side to perform an ability. The aura emanating from Ja'Karr was probably enough to make him a little bit sick.

"Let's go." He said, turning around toward the ship. "I doubt Zann's assassin is going to give up that easily."

Eli nodded, returning the saber hilt to the inside of his cloak. He turned and walked with Bix and Ja'Karr to their ship, climbing up the access ramp and waiting at the top for his master, leaning against the doorframe as he felt a little queasy.

His hands were held in front of his body again, but he felt the need to tear his hand away for just a moment to wave a small goodbye to Miryia before turning into the ship with Ja'Karr.

Now, that, had almost made the trip worth it and Ja'Karr's shift in the force, his change from a gentle grey to a violent whirlwind of crimson and that distorted heat that didn't warm was abrupt and it spoke more to his beliefs that he could so casually delve so deep into the more volatile of the substances without losing himself as many fools did.

The Droid had bragged, in Miryia's eyes it was space dust, she would destroy it for daring to compare her to fodder from a diluted Order he'd killed in the past. Though, her thoughts were again pulled from her fury to the scene at hand and when the men began to panic she allowed herself a small smile, she knew the technique well or at least she had a hunch she did. Allowing her mind to wrap around the conscience of one of the panicked thugs Miryia began to see what he saw, a few creditors who had leaned on him for he debt he owed whom he'd killed in the past and left for dead, mottled and rotting. While it wasn't quite the complex illusions certain dark side sects and the ancient Jee'dai were known for, a skill one of her peers in the past had learned (those were often non fatal), it was remarkably similar, yet practical and common sense. Take the infamous mind trick dial it up and use the darkside to enhance the fears and neurosis of the enemy. Clever, she thought, perhaps he was worthy of her vision..should he care about order and justice any way. If he was like the lazy adepts of the Bendu, pursuing mere curiosities to master the soul then she had no use for him in the end.

The boy, who had clearly been disturbed by his master's power, did his best to master his composure before hurrying away. Managing a polite goodbye as he did so.

"It has been illuminating Ja'Karr, till we meet again"

Miryia waited then, allowing his vessel to depart before she gazed upon the rest of the hangar, pilots, mechanics, service men, tech droids and more than one prostitute and their pimp were all hiding and all terrified. A generation of Sith rule had left the masses petrified of the force or dismissive of it. She lifted a hand making a dismissive wave, blastdoors sealed and entrances closed down, none would flee or intrude for she had a battle to attend too.

A Zabrak who had taken cover behind a decent sized freighter of Mon Cal make began to rise, she was the only one who had the guts to bull a blaster on her and Miryia raised an amused eyebrow, the girl's hand twitched, she fired and the blast dissipated harmlessly around the woman in purple. "If it were that easy, I would not be here" The woman moved to fire again but the blaster flew out of her hand.

A Wookie with dark black, almost opaque fur roared at the Zabrak telling her to knock it off and then he turned to make an apology. "Ah, you're her Captain?"

The wookie nodded, evidently they were transporting a shipment of medicinal equipment and droids to the outer rim..long but profitable voyage which explained the girls fury.

Miryia nodded her head ever so slightly, accepting the apology with a look of ice that suggested she'd have killed the girl were it not for the Captains manners and then produced a small slip of concentrated Aurodium, enough to commission a fleet of merchant vessels.

Sate Pestage had given her access to a terminal to read nonsense propaganda, it had taken the former Jedi Master hours to set up her own network within the remnant..and to begin building her own resource base, mostly to acquire unaltered historical texts, but also to begin building a powerbase.

"Take me to the starship in orbit old father" she uttered an ancient Wookie honorific "And this is yours, though I would urge you to fly fast and true and plot a hyperspace course out of here as soon as you leave me"

The Wookie agreed and once they broke orbit she contacted Admiral Karius letting him know not to fire on the barge. "What is our status?! Why do I see missiles and turbo lasers? " and two different battles?!

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

When Miryia and the 501st landed on the outskirts of Iziz, they began a sweep of the surrounding areas. Intel was sketchy at best on the exact location of the base. This forced them to look around a general area, which is the best Imperial Intelligence could give them. Despite their best efforts, the group was forced to enter the city. At Miryia's orders, the Stormtroopers changed into a series of disguises and managed to enter Iziz without alerting the local authorities. When she entered the city, Miryia couldn't help but sense a disturbance in the Force. Whoever it was, they were making enough of a ripple that she could sense it. Though, it was obvious that they were hiding it. Before she could investigate any further, her commlink beeped.

"Commander, come in. We found something. Seems the Rebels hid their base inside a local cantina. We've locked down the establishment. Orders?"

Now that was interesting, she'd felt it, for the briefest of moments a being possessed of some power in the force, one doing its best to hide itself. For the briefest seconds it seemed almost confounded as if it was trying to perceive something to search. The ripples faded and for the first time since her awakening the ancient Jedi caught a whiff of the mechanisms and methods by which the modern force users wielded the force. -Not that much has changed, but they call out to the force, rather than looking within to call out- a breeze passed through city streets and her cloak was pressed against her body casting a hooded shadow out before her.

Her commlink went off in that moment and she very nearly missed it, being lost in the analyses of the power she felt. "Hold position, instruct Captain Cardinal to look for for any vaults or sealed rooms but only unlock them, I'll be there in a moment"

She'd reached out with the force as they entered the city, Onderon was always a place of power in the darkside, but there was something, new and yet ancient here, something concentrated beyond mere localized disturbances. While she wouldn't be certain until she breached, the former Jedi Master had an idea of what waited for them and that needed a specialized hand.

When Miryia arrived at the cantina, one of the 501st soldiers was waiting outside. He was doing a good job pretending to talk to one of his comrades. Both of them were holding drinks and blending in with the busy streets of the city. Two police officers passed by and they didn't even notice them standing there. Once inside, Miryia saw that most of the squad was sitting around in the Cantina. Most were blending in, except for Cardinal who was standing near the bar right in front of the clearly terrified bartender. Off to the side, there was a shelf that was half opened, one of the Stormtroopers was standing near it covering most of the entrance.

As she walked towards the Cantina, two of the "patrons" leaning lazily on the outside locked eyes with her and she nodded her head. It was a testament to just how profoundly foolish much of the Remnants leadership was that these warriors could fake drunkenness so perfectly because they likely had spent most of the intervening months since Endor in an alcoholic stupor.

As the municipal law officers passed them Miryia's purple eyes focused on the building itself and she had to suppress a nostalgic chuckle. One of the "drunks" noticed and she shook her head, it was a story she might tell them later, one day perhaps when it was necessary to further the goal of earning their loyalty.

Cardinal stood, a statue ready to attack any who dared enter, standing sentry and Miryia turned to eye the frightened bar tender. Upon laying eyes on the men she couldn't help but smile, a regal smile that barely hid the predators glint in her eyes. "you there?" she queried her features shifting as she began to slowly advance towards him, the air around the cantina began to grow cold and then heavy as though an animal of some sort, barely able to fit inside the cantina had taken up a seat.

"Where are you from?" she queried, it was such a mundane question but there was an edge to the question as if it was more a pretext to attack, though whether the power that suddenly enveloped the room was a mere show to scare the bar tender, or a message to another, or her preparing to do something.

Her left hand rose, an expensive bottle of Chandrillan brandy floated from the shelf and began to dance in the air before it landed in one of the "drunken" troopers laps. "That, is very fine liquor for a backwater, even one in the inner rim"

"I don't doubt it" Simple payments, was never enough when one wanted to conscript an Onderonian to do your bidding, they always required finesse, an exchange of goods, a façade of manufactured honor to paint a nice cover over the reality that they were selling themselves to the highest bidder, or whoever offered them a handout first. "I believe" she began, her voice remaining its usual melodiously formal tone, only now a hint of something feral joined the chorus that left her voice box. "that might be the only honest answer, you'll give me. But I'll give you one chance, one chance to tell me where the relic is" she paused there and gently "tugged" him closer, close enough that her fingers ran across his chin. "I'm no Sith, I can keep your brain functioning long after you've taken any suicide pills you might have been given. I can pull the information from you brain, but it will likely leave you mentally impaired for the rest of your days, I don't want to do this to you...But I will. So do not lie to me Bartender do not so much as omit a truth"

Her eyes fluttered to the Captain, the look in them implied she wanted his men ready to move soon.

The bartender started to shake in sheer fear. He also started sweating, avoiding Miryia's stare as much as he could.
"P-please. The Alliance paid me to use the cellar for an operation of theirs. I-I just took the money. Didn't think anything of it! The Empire was gone..."

Cardinal drew a smaller datapad from a bag that hung from his left shoulder. Placing it on the table, it showed a chart with a series of communications between the bar and known New Republic planets.

"You're a spy." Cardinal declared, pointing at the history of communications. "You have been feeding intel to the Rebels since the War began. Where is the artifact?"

The Bartender froze as he saw the evidence before him. "Wait! I'll tell you... They brought something in here a few months ago! It made me sick for a few days. They keep it in one of the vaults down there. Please! It's all I know!"

Having been found out, the bartender broke down sobbing. It didn't take long for them to draw out the information from him. Seems the New Republic was losing its touch.

One of the Storm Troopers rose from a table, walking forward a hand reaching for his pistol only to stop as Miryia shook her head lightly. No, there was no need to kill this one though what he'd said of the item confirmed her suspicions and made her eyes hardened and burn with a lust that would have boiled illum or Hoth if it had been focused into a laser. Her fingers coiled around the man's chin and she brought his face to meet hers. "You know of your history, during the New Sith Wars, the Jedi Master who destroyed the Fortress here? The one who slew most of the men over twenty in this wretched city millennia ago? What was it you called her? The She wolf?" Miryia smiled, slowly allowing him to glimpse her face allowing him to realize who she was. "Tell the rest of your people, that she has returned and that Onderon no longer belongs to the Rebel alliance..and if you so much as a breathe a word of intelligence to them unless its false intelligence we provide, I shall return to this world and burn it to ash" rising Miryia turned towards the basement "Come Captain we must move quickly, another force user is on this planet"

"And I would not have this taken by another"