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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 10:52 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 10:54 am
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The Day of Burning Skies
On that day, the sky’s of a thousand worlds were lit aflame. The Tatooine’s vast deserts was turned to glass under orbital bombardment. Ryloth’s very ground shook under the trampling of Imperial walkers. The volcanoes of Sullust erupted under blaster fire. The Shipyards of Kuat fall from the sky’s. The Towers of Coruscant collapsed under the boots of Imperial troops, all the galaxy marching under the banner of a High Lord. The Jedi Temple that was the Emperors seat of power was burning, monuments to his glory toppled to the ground. A trail of corpses going all the way up to the throne room, all butchered in the name of a new king. The throne room torn asunder in conflict as a single man fights an army of thirty men armed to the teeth. One by one they fell, until one remained, the Emperor, ruler of a fallen Empire. Their battle was legendary, as former servant fought master. There red blades dancing, clashing, turning. Showers of lighting streaming from their fingers, the temple collapsing around them as the pillars holding it implode from explosives. The two were matched, until one fatal moment. The Emperor fell, and the galaxy cheered. The usurper, restored the republic, but it was nothing more than a puppet under his new shadow regime. The Sith that followed the usurper proclaimed themselves Jedi, wearing their clothes as if it was their own. Swearing to root out the rest of the Sith, still loyal to a dead Emperor. Armies and fleets, all his, to do with as the usurper pleases.
--Dialogs of the Emperor
Code Number: 00673
Coruscant: The New Senate
Repairing the damage done was a long and difficult task. Many worlds received large amounts of damage to there infrastructure, and number of civilians were dead or homeless. The New Republics fleet, while under his command, still needed a retrofit and paint job to look more like the protectors it should be and not oppressors of the galaxy. These topics and many more were being discussed on the senate floor. In the wings of these talks were his eyes and ears, always waiting, always watching. This new Senate was his toy, its members, his puppets.
The "New Republics" army's were being given new armor that matched there new roles. Many people who had lost there homes were given a chance to join the new army as engineers and builders. Most couldn't turn down the offer that seemed too good to be true, steady pay, a place to sleep, and being stationed on there homeworld while they work on repairing the damages done to there planet.
At the Jedi temple, the sith were settling into there new roles. Wearing the garb of the jedi, they went across the galaxy to either hunt the loyalist sith, or to track down the Je'daii that were still in hiding. All in the name of protecting the Republic, however, most of the sith were forced to wear masks in order to hide the marks of the dark side that can be visibly seen on there skin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 10:55 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 6:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 5:51 pm
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Coruscant: The "Jedi Temple"
Change of leadership is always a time of difficulty for any sith Empire. Many will try to exploit the weakness that should occur after a usurpation of power. Though, the newly crowned Emperor already knew this. His first order of business, challenge every single person who he knew were a threat to his rule. He knew that many Sith are indeed ambitious, but by creating a culture of honorable single combat, he would prevent what he had done to gain power from happening again. Of course this won't eliminate any of the cloak and dagger stuff that happens behind the scenes.
These thoughts and many more of the past events passed through his mind while watching two sith fight for the position of the head of the Peace Keeper Knights. While the name itself is wordy, a rebranding was required in order to operate out in the open as there new public face. The qualities of each person is important, but allowing certain positions to be gained via a fight to the death allows the right people to advance.
The battle ended with a beheading. The end result did matter a little in the grand scheme of things, but the end result was still in his favor. The man that was killed was ambitious, head strong, and worst of all, untrustworthy. It would have been a matter of time before he turned betrayed this "Republic."
The Emperor stood and said, "Congratulations Islia, you are now the leader of the knights. May your blade remain forever sharp as your work will never be done.
Islia bowed and walked off to get her wounds of combat treated. Leaving the proving grounds of the temple behind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:09 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 7:12 pm
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Tython- Je'daii temple
After what seemed like and hour Wilca found himself at the training room. Brushing his hand along a stone wall he used his psychometry to step back in time. He saw himself wielding his twin curved hilt lightsabers for the first time, noting how stiff and forced his movements seemed, truly he wasnt at the proper level to wield such weapons then, Wilca clutched his robotic hand tight at the though of how just a few more months of could have meant keeping his arm, but whats done is done, it was no use for the still young Kiffar to dwell on things that can not be changed. Still Wilca relived this moment of his youth, seeing the pride he hand in the new sabers he brandished, and how the blue glow of them highlighted the joy on his face. As Wilca faded back to the present he thought of his twin bladesand how they served him well, but in these times all must learn to adapt. Along with his light sabers Wilca now carried a pair of DX-13 blasters, something that most Je'daii would scoff at. But most havent lived like he had. Those blasters made him look like any other bounty hunter in the galaxy, and coupled with his force abilities were very useful at dispatching larger numbers of opponents, and at longer ranges. If the Je' daii were to survive they would all have to learn to adapt, in both their use of the force, and in the technology they used. As Wilca found himself lost and thought in thought he felt a familiar presence behind him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 7:17 pm
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Coruscant: The "Jedi Temple" - Council Chambers
"Our greatest weapon are not warships, lightsabers, or even the force. No, our greatest weapons is our ability to deceive." The Emperor turned around and looked out onto the city. "Look out there, a city, a planet, a galaxy! All thinking they are living in a free republic, when in reality, they are still our pawns, hailing there own conquers as their heroes."
Turning back around to face the people in the room, "This is something that fool Rahl could never achieve.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 10:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 9:32 pm
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