Lord Wyron

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

I think everyone's gonna try and group in the Atrium. We have about 3 Jedi clumped in the Hangar itself, and Alecar just intercepted Salhaine before she could get there :P

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

As Alecar reached the Atrium, he could feel his senses become overwhelmed by the Dark Side. There was so much death and pain abroad that he felt closed in, drowning. Bodies of Clone and Jedi alike were scattered across the Temple floor, the abundance of blaster scores and lightsaber scorch marks alike gave testament to the raging battle taking place at the Temple, the distant explosions and sounds of cannon fire showing deep intent on destruction - genocide.

Alecar did his best to reach out into the Force, looking for any Jedi still alive out there, Jedi who would need his help. He could feel their screams, pleas for helps, only then deafened by a terrible silence. But there was still life amidst the Jedi, life that needed his help.

He sensed a single presence not too far from him, running in the direction of the hangar bay. He could not tell if the individual was a Knight, Padawan, or even an Initiate...but if there's one thing this massacre was showing him: it was that numbers, and the element of surprise could overwhelm any force - no matter how old or respected they were.

Honing in on the presence with the Force, it didn't take Alecar long to find a young Echani woman running down the halls, apparently towards the hangar bay. "Stop! Padawan!" Alecar called out, hoping to catch the young woman's attention before she continued to the hangars by herself.

Before he could explain himself to her, however, he was interrupted by a feeling of danger approaching...turning around, he had a split-second before a squad of three Clone Troopers advanced towards him, holding their rifles up and preparing to fire.

Reaching out to the Force, Alecar knew he had to protect himself, and the Padawan at all costs. Without even motioning to draw his lightsaber, he shot both arms out at once; causing a massive wave that sent all three Clones flying back down the corridor. However without a wall to break their flight, they didn't lose much in the way of consciousness, only giving Alecar a few moments to prepare another attack before they were up and firing.

Now reaching for his lightsaber, Alecar only held it in his hand long enough to hit the activation button before throwing it out in front of him, managing to slice a sizable gash in one Clone's belly before the blade returned to his hand. Lifting up another Clone with the Force, Alecar telekinetically pulled the Clone to him just in time to slash him across the chest with his blade.

Deflecting a few stray blaster bolts from the single remaining Clone, Alecar lifted the Clone up in the air and repeatedly slammed him against the sides of the corridor before dropping his limp body onto the ground and deactivating his lightsaber, clipping it back onto his belt.

Turning to the Echani girl, Alecar finally took the time to formally introduce himself. "Padawan, my name is Alecar Drey. I am a Knight here at the Temple. I feel it might be safest for you to stay with me for the time being until we can find more survivors to group together with."

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Ok, so the plan is basically for everyone to meet up...one of the characters (possibly one of the newbies) can find Salhaine heading for the hanger and group together. Then meet up with everyone else (possibly the atrium)

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Alecar is currently heading to the Atrium himself, but I think he's still in transit at this point until his next post.

Once Upon a Time...

*~*Collaboration between Ghost Shadow and Guardian Angel Haruki*~*
Mark's eyes fluttered open groggily, forced to squint as a bright beam of sunlight hit him straight in the face; illuminating the crisp white bedsheets that he was laying on. He felt so warm, so comfortable...surreal. He felt...whole again, as though something that was missing, a part of him, had been returned.

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he could see a woman lying just across from him on her side, looking him straight in the face.....Catherine.

"Catherine?" Mark asked in a hushed voice, a mixture of both confusion and happiness apparent both in his tone and expression. His wife merely smiled back at him as she placed a smooth, warm hand on his unshaven cheek. Her skin was perfect alabaster, free of mark or blemish. Her hair was luxurious and rich, her eyes so bright and full of life...so beautiful, so resplendent.

"You need to wake up, Nicholas." She said to him in a tone that was both calm and sad at the same time, her soft eyes looking into his as she spoke.

"Wh-What? Wake up? Catherine, no, I---" Mark began to object, feeling his wife's touch fade away as he desperately tried to cling onto the memory, only to watch it dissipate like sand between his fingers.

With a sharp gasp, Mark shot up from where he was....in the forest? He shook his head violently, trying to recollect himself. He remembered waking up this morning, taking his medicine and realizing that Mason wasn't there....that he had left! Everything after that was a...haze, a blur. But somehow, sometime, he had gone to the woods.

Mark slowly rose to his feet, using a tree trunk to support himself as he stood up, looking around the vast isolation he was in. His mind was heavy with questions, questions about his dream. It seemed so familiar, like an old memory. But it was so surreal, so unreal...perhaps it was his hope, his wish for the past to return. He didn't want to be Mark Dufresne. He wanted to be Nick Chopper, back in Oz, living a simple but happy life.

Mark's thoughtful state was interrupted, however, by the subtle but audible sound of something heavy...clanking. Pistons pumping, gears whirring, the sharp hissing sound of steam, the clockwork-like cranking of movement, the noises seeming to grow louder and louder inside his head.

'No! No, He's not here...He's *just* a memory, he's not here!' Mark inwardly tried convincing himself, but he couldn't run...not from the past. Not while it constantly hounded him.

Taking time to stop and focus, Mark could both feel and hear the sounds slowly dissipating...back into the recessions of his mind. He would face his fears some other day...but not today.

Walking off in some random direction, Mark's only thought at the moment was heading back to town. His eyes staring in front of him, not looking side-to-side, Mark kept at a normal pace until something caught his eye...something...small, lying on the ground, something definitely not natural.

Crouching down to get a better look at the object, Mark almost instantly recognized it as Henry's Walkman, headphones and all. Though obviously battered and in need of a good cleaning, the player looked no worse for wear.

Mark scooped the player up off the ground, looking at it contemplatively before carefully placing it in his jacket pocket and continuing his trek back towards Storybrooke. He had someone to give this to...

Faye was walking down the sidewalk, she figured that the best thing she could do now was either get some sleep so she could stay awake for tonight, or go to the hospital and just do her job. As much as she would love to continue working on the problem, but there was nothing else she could do, and she didn't want to waste the bean extract she got. She was simply in her thoughts as she kept on walking.

Finding the rest of the walk to be simple and uncomplicated, Mark could catch a glimpse of Faye walking down the sidewalk from where he was. Adjusting his pace to a jog while ignoring the practically screaming objections his shoulder was giving him, Mark called out, "Dr. Stevenson! Wait!" In a louder-than-normal, but not frantic tone, hurriedly approaching until he was nearly six feet in front of her.

"I found something...something I think you'll want to see." He told her in a quieter voice, rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly.

Faye snapped out of her own thoughts when she heard a familiar voice call her by her cursed name. She turned to see Mark coming towards her with a quick pace, and she blinked at his statement when he reached her, and she asked out of curiosity "What is it?". She noticed how he rubbed his shoulder, and she asked him, "Are you alright, Mr. Dufresne? Your shoulder..."

"What? Oh, shoulder's fine...just need to take some Aspirin, nothing to worry about. Anyway...Here." Mark said, switching the subject quickly as he procured the cassette player from his coat pocket, holding it out for Faye to take. "I found it in the woods...looks a bit battered, but it should still work fine." He reassured, offering a small half-smile.

Faye raised an eyebrow at the mention that he would take aspirin, and she wanted to ask more about it, but instead it faded as she blinked at the sight of the walkman. It wasn't just any old walkman...she recognized it as Henry's walkman. After a moment of silence, she took the walkman gently (her hand shaking slightly), and she said to him with a small, appreciative, and grateful smile on her face, "Thank you, Mr. Dufresne..." She didn't say anymore and she kept her eyes on the cassette player, in fear that her voice would quiver in front of him and that he would see her blue eyes start to water.

She knew that when Henry would get back, she would give this back to him...

"Don't mention it." Mark replied with a small smile. His expression quickly turned to one of confusion however as he thought more on finding the player. "Henry's almost never seen without that thing. What was it doing in the woods, do you know? Come to think of it...where is Henry? I haven't seen him in awhile, at least not where he normally would be." Mark finished, sounding quite perplexed as the thought just hit him that the young man was nowhere to be seen.

Faye noticed the confused tone in his voice while he asked his questions, and she became conflicted. Should she tell him? Nolan had asked her to keep silent about this. But for what purpose? People who were friends with any of the three that disappeared, like Red, needed to know...

She answered Dufresne, "I don't know where he is. He, Mary Margaret, and Knox just...disappeared,"

"Disappeared? I don't understand--what do you mean, disappeared?" Mark asked, scratching the top of his head in slight confusion. Truth be told even back in Oz, magic was as mysterious and puzzling to him as it is now. Unnatural, and abnormal.

Faye sighed and she answered "They...fell into some kind of portal..." She certainly didn't know how else to describe what she had seen other than the light coming from the hole and how it seemed to act like a black hole.

"It's magic, I'd wager..." Mark said in a tone that was somewhat disgusted. "The last time magic was involved with my life, I lost everything...and now it's here in Storybrooke. We need to gather the town together, work out a solution to what's going on." Mark suggested, his tone becoming more firm.

Faye couldn't help but subtly and slowly wince at his suggestion. She shook her head and she said to him, "I'm already working on this, Mr. Dufresne, and I've informed Mr. Nolan. He wants to keep this quiet,"

"Why on earth would he want to keep this quiet? Over three townspeople are missing!" Mark objected vehemently, sincerely flabbergasted that everyone wanted to keep quiet.

Faye answered, thinking over the possibilities, "I think he may have wanted to keep this quiet so as to not cause a panic...or not let Regina know that Mary Margaret's not here..."

"Why would Mayor Mills not want to know about Mary Margaret...?" Mark asked curiously, unaware of the two's conflict back in The Enchanted Forest.

Faye shrugged and answered "I'm not sure. All I know is that Regina seems to hold some kind of grudge against Mary Margaret...judging from her previous behavior towards her,"

"And she has my son...again." Mark added, letting out a heavy sigh. He didn't ask to come to Storybrooke, he didn't ask to be a part of these complicated events that seemed to occur around him. He just wanted to be back home...back with his family - a lost dream.

Faye blinked at his statement and she asked confusedly, "Wait...What? Mason's your son?"

"Yes...yes, he's my son. Except he doesn't remember it. He was very young when he was kidnapped. Wasn't long after that when I was....changed." Mark explained, albeit vaguely, not wanting to go into the details about his personal life.

Faye listened as he explained vaguely. It seemed as though Mark was going through something similar to her situation with Hyde. She said to him with an understanding look, "I see..." She knew better than to question further. She knew that bad memories can come back to haunt him just from a question.

"Now...I best head home...I'll, uh...give Mason a bit of space. Take care, Doctor." He bid before heading off in the direction of his house, looking back once behind him.

Faye nodded and she bid Mark, "You too, Mr. Dufresne. Take it easy," She watched him leave for a bit, before she too turned around and headed back to her house, holding the cassette player close to her.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

"There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no fear; there is power. I am the heart of the Force. I am the revealing fire of light. I am the mystery of darkness. In balance with chaos and harmony. Immortal in the Force." These words Alecar Drey repeated quietly to himself as he sat cross-legged in his quarters; the room lit only by a series of candles scattered about, covering the room in a refulgent orange glow. The Miraluka paused in his recitations to telekinetically summon a steaming cup of tea to his hand, taking a long sip before putting the cup back down at his side, now remaining silent.

Typically he would spend the later hours of the night studying in the Temple Archives, or helping a wayward Padawan who was kept awake with questions or concerns. But there was something wrong, Alecar felt, something that bode a certain sense of dread...the seemingly serene environment of the Temple did not ease his anxieties...perhaps the calm before the storm.

So he chose to meditate, letting the Force cleanse his mind and give him clear insight on what was causing his tensions; self-reflection, maybe. But his worst fears were about to be realized as his focused meditations were suddenly interrupted by a deep and hollow pain he felt. Not a physical pain, no, but something worse - a pain in the Force...so near.

Alecar could feel the Dark Side creeping up around him, and knew that something terrible was going on. As if on cue, he could sense two presences walking down the hallway, nearing closer to his door - Clone Troopers. Easily sensing their intent, Alecar quickly made a subtle ripple of the Force to blow out the candles around him, but otherwise did not move from his seated position.

It was strange...he could feel no semblance of hatred, anger, or wrath from these Clones...as if this was nothing more than a simple duty. But his own connection to the Force, coupled with the distant sounds of blaster scores only confirmed his fears...there was a coup against the Jedi, by the Republic they had swore to protect.

He knew it would only be moments time before the Clones opened his door and tried to gun him down, and thus took a drawn out sip of tea before slowly standing to his feet, curbing his anxiety by letting his mind go to the Force to give him strength, and to give him peace.

True to his thinking, he could 'see' the two Clones stop by his door and examine it for a few moments before one of them pushed the button on the side wall to open it, his companion readying his rifle.

The moment the door slid open, a massive wave sent both Clones flying back against the wall; crashing hard and crumpling to the ground from the impact. Alecar slowly stepped out of the doorway into the hall, his hands crossed behind his back as he inclined his head down at the semi-conscious Clones on the ground. Turning to head towards the Atrium and try to look for survivors to group together, Alecar was seemingly oblivious to the fact that one of the Clones had slowly recovered from his collision, and retrieved his DC-15S Carbine, managing to point it at the Miralukan Jedi's back when another telekinetic grasp sent him crashing into the ceiling and back onto the ground again; knocking him out cold.
~~~
Hearing the sounds of blaster fire and lightsabers colliding quickened Alecar's pace as he traversed through the halls of the Temple. He would have to hurry if he wished to find any other survivors and find a way out of here...the Jedi Order had been overrun, the only plan now was to escape alive.

Nightmares

Cade's eyes slowly opened as his ears picked up the voice of the person next to him. The simple word 'N3' seemed to bounce off the walls and reverberate inside the claustrophobic elevator, causing him to wince sharply as unbridled feedback pierced its way into his mind, his entire vision seeming to warp and deform in front of him for a few moments.

He instinctively shot out his right arm to support himself inside the elevator, but managed to make a nice-sized dent in the steel wall as he was unaware of his own strength. Cade made no sound as he waited for the terrible reaction to pass, finally regaining his composure as soon as he felt 'normal' again (normal being a loose term).

"Yes....N3." Cade replied simply, trying to brush off his initial reaction to the sound. His voice was slightly muffled from the muzzle-like mask he wore, but he was far from unintelligible. His unnaturally blue eyes seemed to contract, not dissimilar to a camera lens focusing on a target as he got a better look at his fellow occupant in the elevator. From her...his...it's words, he deduced that he/she/it was also part of his squad, a Nightmare. Maybe he/she/it could sympathize...give him someone who understood the torment he was going through.

"Kincaid Washington." He introduced himself in a plain tone, slowly holding out his hand to shake, a slight clicking noise accompanying the movements of extending fingers.

Before the formal introduction could occur however, the elevator slid to a sound stop, a compact hissing sounded as the doors slid open into the main body of the base. Cade turned his head to look out, quite honestly impressed at the sheer amount of advancement the United Front put into this place. Even before becoming a Nightmare, advanced technologies were everywhere...but this was truly a marvel of engineering.

Before he could continue his thoughts, however, a distinct pulse came from a communicator all Nightmares were issued upon deployment. Gently procuring the object from his pocket (for fear of shattering it to dust), Cade took one look at the screen before wordlessly heading off in a random direction - towards the PT field.

Standing at least a hundred meters away from the field, Cade could see what appeared to be a small mob of un-augmented soldiers ganging up on who was, perhaps, his third and last squadmate...the only words to describe the man in 'front' of him would be a titan. Six-and-a-half feet tall at least and covered from head-to-toe in thick plated armor, Cade could only cite training as the reason this Nightmare chose to contact his squadmates as opposed to taking on the mob himself, a feat which he looked quite capable of.

"Hm...Unfortunate." He said to himself before dropping his bags to the ground,

Approaching the field at a slow pace, Cade decided he'd try and put his training to use. Remain wordless, let your eyes speak, never reveal your full face, dehumanize yourself, become the Nightmare.
~~~
A distinct whirring noise of steel and circuitry signaled Cade's approach as he walked up behind his comrade. He took the first few moments to look between the members of the mob, quickly putting a face to a name thanks to the database that was nicely implanted into his head. Even when he was out of sight he heard the names they threw at his squadmate, 'tin can', 'freak', amongst others. Still silent, Cade tried hard to visibly hide the anguish he was experiencing at the moment. Faces warbling, mixing in-between each other, sounds coming to him as if he were underwater, tinnitus ringing in his ears and never stopping.

Despite the pain, his visage remained one of cold determination, apathetic anger. He stared into the apparent leader of the group, not even bothering to regard his squadmate at the moment. He let his presence do the talking, like a predatory animal scaring scavengers away from its territory.

Nightmares

Don't worry about it :) Real life comes before roleplay. Sometimes unforeseeable things occur, it's no big deal :P I agree, this should be an interesting little exercise. I'll get a post up ASAP.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Well, allow me to give you a hearty welcome to the Guild! :D

Nightmares

Great news to hear! :)