}}Force Power{500} 
Post by Garyn Fett™ on Feb 15, 2007 15:45:54 GMT -5
((I wrote this as the opening to a big battle we had in a Myspace Group, Nexus is the Emperor of the Sith Empire, and he's supported by some of his close friends and allies. Many of those in the battle were controlled by me (NPC's...not enough Jedi playable characters), though there were a few others. If people want, I'll post how the battle went as replies))
*Jedi Master Garyn Fett sat in the center of a depression of an empty room, meditating. It happened rarely enough, he would rather become close to the Force through combat: a compromise between his Jedi and Mandalorian heritage. The empty room would seem foggy to any Force Wielder…to a non-Force Sensitive, the room would be pervasive and uncomfortable to a degree of magnitude, driving them temporarily insane after only a few minutes of standing there. Fett himself was in his natural state, his ‘alien’ state. His skin was a dark bluish grey. His eyes, if they were open, were a luminescent purplish blue. His teeth were fangs, sometimes revealed as he struggled with the mysteries the Force presented him. His muscles, barely visible underneath the loose Jedi Robes he wore, were tight and stiff even when relaxed. His fingertips curled into hardened skin, resembling claws. His feet, though they weren’t visible due to the boots he wore, had two too few toes, and the foot itself was smaller, the toes elongated, with those same claw-like tips as the fingers.
He’d been in that room for nearly a day. He’d had nothing to eat, nothing to drink…but he didn’t need that. The Force was flowing through him, releasing him from his bodily needs for a time. His eyes, closed for the time being, flickered back and forth underneath his eyelids as his brain watched images flash past at a prodigious rate. He knew he’d never be able to interpret the flow, but his memory was excellent, and the Force could help him recall important data. He breathed slowly, deeply, letting the data wash over him, through him, and come to rest in his brain, where he could sift through it later.
Suddenly, images of pain, suffering, death, and destruction rushed through his mind. He saw flashes of a grand building burning, of people pierced through by blaster bolts and lightsaber alike. The bolts and sabers were the same color, a bright, cobalt blue. A few green sabers flashed, but were quickly extinguished. The scene shifted to an office, well appointed, with statues in odd corners. An old man was seated behind a desk, a black robe made of fine material clothing him. A dark-skinned human, a Zabrak, an Iktochi, and a Nautolan. Two green blades, a blue blade, and a bright amethyst blade sprung forth. Words that Fett could not hear were exchanged, then the old man sprung out of his chair, an intense look of hate on his face. A red lightsaber ignited a half meter away from the Zabrak, spearing him through. The Iktochi was slashed at the waist, his innards (those that weren’t cauterized) falling out in a wet heap on the floor. The Nautolan was able to make several blocks, easily recognized as the venerable form of Shii-Cho, before he was brutally cut in half at the waist. The purple and red blades danced for minutes, brilliant swirls of light leaving glares behind, though they didn’t seem to affect Fett.
The scene cut off, then reappeared later. The purple blade pulled back, then shot forward at the man who had held the red blade. The red blade was gone, presumably out the window that was slashed and howling. As the violet blade shot forward, a blue blade…no, the same blade that had been dancing and killing earlier, cut the hand holding the purple blade. A sense of evil pervaded the vision at that moment, and Force Lightning burst forth at the man who had held the purple blade. A flick of a finger, and the man was gone, hurtling through the empty space left by the shattered window.
The vision ended. Fett was left with a feeling of truth, of security, and of history. That last one was odd, he’d never felt that in any visions before, as infrequent as they may be. He frowned, opened his eyes, and got to his feet. As he walked to the door of his meditation chamber, it opened without hesitation. He walked into his quarters, the quarters that were occupied by sealed containers and a bed. The containers contained various sets of armor, various types of weapons, and tools to modify those weapons and armor sets. Walking out of the room, Fett walked directly onto the turbo lift…his quarters were hidden directly next to the turbo lift shaft, inaccessible by any but those he’d specifically quadruple-checked and personally cleared.
The turbo lift slowed and stopped, and the doors opened. Fett strode onto the bridge of the flagship of his fleet, the Shadow Master. A quick glance over the consoles showed that everything was in top condition. Glancing at the holographic representation of the captured ship taken from Apocalypse’s fleet, he can tell that its completely repaired, though not yet effectively crewed. Knowing that it would go to their secret base for that, Fett gave the order to go into hyperspace, which was promptly obeyed. Fett then went down to the refresher…a complete forty-eight hours had passed in his meditation…it would be impolite to do anything else. The ship roared through hyperspace, and life went on like normal…for now.
The fleet dropped out of hyperspace sixteen hours later, Fett having slept a solid fifteen hours, and showered. They were in the Eriadu system…and the alarms started ringing a solid, shrill beat. Fleets dropping out of hyperspace to every side of the planet, weapons and shields fully charged. Engines churned every color of the spectrum as the Jedi fleets burned towards the planet. The fleet that was in orbit was caught by surprise, and even as they turned towards the incoming fleets, several ships were taken out of commission. The Jedi fleets, already having the advantage in pure numbers and firepower, is given even more of an advantage.
The few fighters that had managed to launch were overwhelmed by the Jedi fighters, and the ones that launched as the capital ships came closer were destroyed as they cleared the docking bays. The fleets punched holes in the Sith Fleet, and shuttles made their way to the surface. Troopers raced forth, the first wave simply taking the incoming waves of fire on their shields. Wave after wave pour out, and the Sith troops are forced to pull back. Both sides have immense casualties, but there are troopers still pouring out of the fleets in orbit, where the Sith fleet has pulled back due to immense losses.
Heading the charges are Proverba, Pandapan, Kristen, and Dramaelfie Fett; Elw Ma-Nacohh; Katari Reishin; Caitlyn “Kitty” Ai; Vold Mort; and Raitharo Cas. They’re all immensely skilled warriors, tending to fight with and for their troopers, instead of staying in the back and directing troopers. They all have unique skills and weapons that allow them not only to survive the fights they encounter, but to come out victorious, almost always without a scratch.
Nexus stands at a window of an office, statues in the corners. The statues are replicas of ancient statues, a few of them being exact replicas of the statues that the man known as Palpatine / Sidious had owned. He stood in a trance-like state, contemplating the vastness of his Empire. He’d learned a while ago that there was a battle going on…he could feel the Jedi attacking. Knowing the battle up ahead was launched and almost finished within the hour, he remains calm.
Magnus rushes in, out of breath, his lightsaber in his hand, but not ignited.
"Nexus the Jedi are assaulting our position! They're here to kill you!"
*Remaining calm, Nexus turns to face Magnus.*
"I know."
*Nexus turns to the Sith in the room, a few of the most powerful Sith he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. These Sith were those few that Nexus knew were totally loyal to him, the ones that were the most Sith-like…the deadliest and best taught.*
"A great battle is upon us... yet you few still stand beside me... you few men... are the greatest Sith I have ever fought beside. You know that the battle above has started and nearly ended. What's left of our fleets assaulted with overwhelming force and speed... and yet... you remain. Another battle comes now... The battle to decide the fate of the galaxy... and our lives... But I will show no quarter... I will fight to the end! TO WHATEVER END!"
::The Sith threw their fist into the air shouting the war cry::
"Valde Obscurum Vadum Evalesco!" (Great Darkness shall prevail!)
"We... will stand... and Fight..."
*The room fell silent in the intense moments before the Jedi made their approach...
Inserted previously into Eriadu, Nightstalker, Nightflower, Teal, and Dawns Trade finally manage to send out the intelligence that they’d gathered. On board the flagship of the Shadow Fleet, Fett reads the reports in surprise. Apparently, there are Sith on the planet, powerful ones at that. That was why the fleet had been so reinforced, and why there was such stiff resistance on the ground. Contacting the other High Council members, they all agree to go down planet side, and root out these Sith. One was reported to be Nexus’s ex-apprentice…they’d be an interesting fight, one that normal Jedi couldn’t handle.
The spies had time coded their messages, they were in deep cover now, in place to strike at the Sith…but unable to get a communication out. When they saw (via sensors) that the Jedi had landed, they turned and ignited their lightsabers…facing Nexus. He hadn’t been reported to be on planet, and there was no way to let the Masters know that he was there…they had to take him out themselves. Nightstalker struck from behind, a stabbing motion towards the base of Nexus’s skull. Teal’s strike was a swift and powerful right to left strike at the neck. Nightflower leapt high into the air, her twin bladed lightsaber coming down with only one blade ignited as she aimed to cut Nexus in half. Dawns Trade made a scissoring motion with his blades, hoping to cut Nexus in half.*
*Jedi Master Garyn Fett sat in the center of a depression of an empty room, meditating. It happened rarely enough, he would rather become close to the Force through combat: a compromise between his Jedi and Mandalorian heritage. The empty room would seem foggy to any Force Wielder…to a non-Force Sensitive, the room would be pervasive and uncomfortable to a degree of magnitude, driving them temporarily insane after only a few minutes of standing there. Fett himself was in his natural state, his ‘alien’ state. His skin was a dark bluish grey. His eyes, if they were open, were a luminescent purplish blue. His teeth were fangs, sometimes revealed as he struggled with the mysteries the Force presented him. His muscles, barely visible underneath the loose Jedi Robes he wore, were tight and stiff even when relaxed. His fingertips curled into hardened skin, resembling claws. His feet, though they weren’t visible due to the boots he wore, had two too few toes, and the foot itself was smaller, the toes elongated, with those same claw-like tips as the fingers.
He’d been in that room for nearly a day. He’d had nothing to eat, nothing to drink…but he didn’t need that. The Force was flowing through him, releasing him from his bodily needs for a time. His eyes, closed for the time being, flickered back and forth underneath his eyelids as his brain watched images flash past at a prodigious rate. He knew he’d never be able to interpret the flow, but his memory was excellent, and the Force could help him recall important data. He breathed slowly, deeply, letting the data wash over him, through him, and come to rest in his brain, where he could sift through it later.
Suddenly, images of pain, suffering, death, and destruction rushed through his mind. He saw flashes of a grand building burning, of people pierced through by blaster bolts and lightsaber alike. The bolts and sabers were the same color, a bright, cobalt blue. A few green sabers flashed, but were quickly extinguished. The scene shifted to an office, well appointed, with statues in odd corners. An old man was seated behind a desk, a black robe made of fine material clothing him. A dark-skinned human, a Zabrak, an Iktochi, and a Nautolan. Two green blades, a blue blade, and a bright amethyst blade sprung forth. Words that Fett could not hear were exchanged, then the old man sprung out of his chair, an intense look of hate on his face. A red lightsaber ignited a half meter away from the Zabrak, spearing him through. The Iktochi was slashed at the waist, his innards (those that weren’t cauterized) falling out in a wet heap on the floor. The Nautolan was able to make several blocks, easily recognized as the venerable form of Shii-Cho, before he was brutally cut in half at the waist. The purple and red blades danced for minutes, brilliant swirls of light leaving glares behind, though they didn’t seem to affect Fett.
The scene cut off, then reappeared later. The purple blade pulled back, then shot forward at the man who had held the red blade. The red blade was gone, presumably out the window that was slashed and howling. As the violet blade shot forward, a blue blade…no, the same blade that had been dancing and killing earlier, cut the hand holding the purple blade. A sense of evil pervaded the vision at that moment, and Force Lightning burst forth at the man who had held the purple blade. A flick of a finger, and the man was gone, hurtling through the empty space left by the shattered window.
The vision ended. Fett was left with a feeling of truth, of security, and of history. That last one was odd, he’d never felt that in any visions before, as infrequent as they may be. He frowned, opened his eyes, and got to his feet. As he walked to the door of his meditation chamber, it opened without hesitation. He walked into his quarters, the quarters that were occupied by sealed containers and a bed. The containers contained various sets of armor, various types of weapons, and tools to modify those weapons and armor sets. Walking out of the room, Fett walked directly onto the turbo lift…his quarters were hidden directly next to the turbo lift shaft, inaccessible by any but those he’d specifically quadruple-checked and personally cleared.
The turbo lift slowed and stopped, and the doors opened. Fett strode onto the bridge of the flagship of his fleet, the Shadow Master. A quick glance over the consoles showed that everything was in top condition. Glancing at the holographic representation of the captured ship taken from Apocalypse’s fleet, he can tell that its completely repaired, though not yet effectively crewed. Knowing that it would go to their secret base for that, Fett gave the order to go into hyperspace, which was promptly obeyed. Fett then went down to the refresher…a complete forty-eight hours had passed in his meditation…it would be impolite to do anything else. The ship roared through hyperspace, and life went on like normal…for now.
The fleet dropped out of hyperspace sixteen hours later, Fett having slept a solid fifteen hours, and showered. They were in the Eriadu system…and the alarms started ringing a solid, shrill beat. Fleets dropping out of hyperspace to every side of the planet, weapons and shields fully charged. Engines churned every color of the spectrum as the Jedi fleets burned towards the planet. The fleet that was in orbit was caught by surprise, and even as they turned towards the incoming fleets, several ships were taken out of commission. The Jedi fleets, already having the advantage in pure numbers and firepower, is given even more of an advantage.
The few fighters that had managed to launch were overwhelmed by the Jedi fighters, and the ones that launched as the capital ships came closer were destroyed as they cleared the docking bays. The fleets punched holes in the Sith Fleet, and shuttles made their way to the surface. Troopers raced forth, the first wave simply taking the incoming waves of fire on their shields. Wave after wave pour out, and the Sith troops are forced to pull back. Both sides have immense casualties, but there are troopers still pouring out of the fleets in orbit, where the Sith fleet has pulled back due to immense losses.
Heading the charges are Proverba, Pandapan, Kristen, and Dramaelfie Fett; Elw Ma-Nacohh; Katari Reishin; Caitlyn “Kitty” Ai; Vold Mort; and Raitharo Cas. They’re all immensely skilled warriors, tending to fight with and for their troopers, instead of staying in the back and directing troopers. They all have unique skills and weapons that allow them not only to survive the fights they encounter, but to come out victorious, almost always without a scratch.
Nexus stands at a window of an office, statues in the corners. The statues are replicas of ancient statues, a few of them being exact replicas of the statues that the man known as Palpatine / Sidious had owned. He stood in a trance-like state, contemplating the vastness of his Empire. He’d learned a while ago that there was a battle going on…he could feel the Jedi attacking. Knowing the battle up ahead was launched and almost finished within the hour, he remains calm.
Magnus rushes in, out of breath, his lightsaber in his hand, but not ignited.
"Nexus the Jedi are assaulting our position! They're here to kill you!"
*Remaining calm, Nexus turns to face Magnus.*
"I know."
*Nexus turns to the Sith in the room, a few of the most powerful Sith he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. These Sith were those few that Nexus knew were totally loyal to him, the ones that were the most Sith-like…the deadliest and best taught.*
"A great battle is upon us... yet you few still stand beside me... you few men... are the greatest Sith I have ever fought beside. You know that the battle above has started and nearly ended. What's left of our fleets assaulted with overwhelming force and speed... and yet... you remain. Another battle comes now... The battle to decide the fate of the galaxy... and our lives... But I will show no quarter... I will fight to the end! TO WHATEVER END!"
::The Sith threw their fist into the air shouting the war cry::
"Valde Obscurum Vadum Evalesco!" (Great Darkness shall prevail!)
"We... will stand... and Fight..."
*The room fell silent in the intense moments before the Jedi made their approach...
Inserted previously into Eriadu, Nightstalker, Nightflower, Teal, and Dawns Trade finally manage to send out the intelligence that they’d gathered. On board the flagship of the Shadow Fleet, Fett reads the reports in surprise. Apparently, there are Sith on the planet, powerful ones at that. That was why the fleet had been so reinforced, and why there was such stiff resistance on the ground. Contacting the other High Council members, they all agree to go down planet side, and root out these Sith. One was reported to be Nexus’s ex-apprentice…they’d be an interesting fight, one that normal Jedi couldn’t handle.
The spies had time coded their messages, they were in deep cover now, in place to strike at the Sith…but unable to get a communication out. When they saw (via sensors) that the Jedi had landed, they turned and ignited their lightsabers…facing Nexus. He hadn’t been reported to be on planet, and there was no way to let the Masters know that he was there…they had to take him out themselves. Nightstalker struck from behind, a stabbing motion towards the base of Nexus’s skull. Teal’s strike was a swift and powerful right to left strike at the neck. Nightflower leapt high into the air, her twin bladed lightsaber coming down with only one blade ignited as she aimed to cut Nexus in half. Dawns Trade made a scissoring motion with his blades, hoping to cut Nexus in half.*
