For the past few months he’d been putting it off, not wanting to face it for fear of what might come of it. One of the least desirable reunions with a family that had surrendered him at the tender age of four years old. Yet his own now months dead cousin was in his cargo hold, preserved in carbonadium. The fallen mandalorian deserving a proper burial but he couldn’t bring himself to face them. Not alone at least.

After months of taking any gig he could to ignore the dead man Hayden kept seeing the ashen man in his dreams looking off into the stars. He couldn’t ignore him. So after a drawn out discussion with T8 Hayden decided to bite the slug and make a few calls. Sending them out to the few friends he thought he had in this galaxy.

Dinha strode through the nightclub with the frustration of a woman at the edge of a breakthrough. Her investigation had gone short until someone pointed her in the direction of this Opulent Orokeet club; it sounded like some dive bar, so the Jedi had been surprised when it was a nightclub. She pushed a patron who was dancing out of her path, who yelled out a “Hey! What kind of brute–” in the Jedi’s direction, but she paid them no mind. Her mission took precedence over politeness, and if she played the role she was expected to play by strangers with a fanciful idea of what a Jedi should be, she’d be stuck here all day.

Eventually she reached the backroom she was told to enter, surrounded by darkness and skimpily-dressed dancers wearing not much more than body paint and feathers. After they parted to let her through, she found the person she was looking for in the corner of the room: a Zeltron, surrounded by screens that lit her up. The Chiss slid into the seat across from her, and gruffly stated her business to the other woman without the usual pleasantries: “Was told you could help me track down some stolen artifacts. Can you help me?”

Enjoy some Star Wars content on this beloved holiday. Support your fellow fan content!

The emperor gets a job: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKWVCv8uWDI

Stormtrooper cops: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqF_CVQ_U_I

Unemployed Stormtrooper: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcdMz85Lz2k

Death star architect speaks out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agcRwGDKulw

Storm trooper 9/11: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV7Ha3VDbzE

Death star IT: Link not found (good video though, shoot me a link if you find it)

Ask palpatine (series): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1CWRF1qhAI

Kylo Ren undercover boss: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaOSCASqLsE

Chad Vader: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wGR4-SeuJ0

If star wars was an anime: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN_CP4SuoTU

Bad lip reading, bushes of love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RySHDUU2juM

Any robot chicken star wars episode, an example would be: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbSixPMrT2o

Thumb Wars: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQduN315etk

Stormtrooper bootcamp: https://youtu.be/bmOT-cX7MsM

Storm trooper target practice with police: https://youtu.be/_KxiNcmTljs

Yavin 4 scene (new hope ending) without music: https://youtu.be/Tj-GZJhfBmI

College humor’s “trooper” series, example: https://youtu.be/zYTW-rZVte4

Space Balls movie

The next few videos are not really fan parodies but still gems -

Kids play in life size ship: https://youtu.be/sTvY9Llqtms

Build star wars scene around bathroom prank: https://youtu.be/Q9oPrskemqg

Miscellanies pranks: https://youtu.be/x2qZgCZWUjA

Force powers prank: https://youtu.be/5n447GRTCsU

Fanmade lightsaber battles, example: https://youtu.be/8NE5elL30w4

Official star wars content that is really epic -

Original clone wars cartoon, general Grevous fight scene: https://youtu.be/X5t8A0NUCrI

Clone wars Cad Bane intro: https://youtu.be/tjzaDF2q0TE

2003 clone wars (full): https://youtu.be/ZXmdfbjhxqw

Clone wars clone trooper training (the clip does not do the episode justice): https://youtu.be/awXFS3upaUE

Firith sat within his quarters upon the ship while he meditated. His mind raced with possibilities as he tried to decipher the Sith's cryptic words. He didn't know what they were planning nor did he know why or where and that is what concerned him. Everything seemed to revolve around a mysterious figure known as Darth Nihilus. Whoever this Sith Lord was, whatever he had done was very difficult to find in the files they had at their disposal. The only mention of this shadowy Sith Lord he could find was a brief record stating that the Jedi Exile, Meetra Surrik had fought and defeated him nearly 300 years ago during an assault on Citadel Station above Telos. He had been pondering that bit of information for quite some time when it suddenly clicked. Telos was the key to it all. The Twi'lek leapt up and made for the cockpit as quickly as he could. He called out to Hellathros, "I believe I've figured it out!" He quickly warmed up the engines and put in the coordinates for Telos. It had been a long time since anything of note had happened there but that may have been best for the restoration project there. The surface of the planet was habitable once more. But if these Sith succeeded in their plan, then that might not be the case for much longer.

Once the ship had begun to take off, Firith let the autopilot do its job and made his way to the communications room of the ship. He trusted the council and the Grandmaster as well as their insight but he couldn't wait for them to deliberate on who to send. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, he thought as his mind turned to someone he'd been able to rely on in the past. They had been Padawans and Knights around the same time and she had proven herself several times in the past. He had faith that she would come through now. He tuned to the frequency of Jedi Master Luxa Calkin.

Alton fiddled with the ring on his left hand as he stuck his head out of the alley he was hiding in for but a moment. Intelligence had sunk its claws back in him the moment he stepped back on Dromund Kaas, oddly enough for an assassination job rather than his usual. The rain was the same as always, the muggy heat the same as always, and as per usual whenever he returned to the heart of the Empire, he was miserable and seeking his next escape—assuming, that is, that he would be able to escape this time.

Supposedly, the target was part of some cult, one with ties to some figure from three hundred years ago, but as an outsider from the Ascendancy, Alton knew very little of the name beyond mention in debriefs and Intelligence education. Either way, the target had been accused of treason, and as the garbage haulers of Imperial space that Imperial Intelligence agents were, he was expected to handle the disposal of this refuse with discretion.

The woman was hooded and wearing black this afternoon, perusing one of the stalls in the main marketplace in Kaas City. Since today, he was Cipher Seven, trailing a target, he had to blend in while also being ready to go in for the kill. Easy enough to do amongst the crowds that were forming that afternoon.

However, before he had a chance to fully react, the woman brushed past him; there would be no easy way to pull her unawares without causing a scene now, at least for the moment. So back to trailing her he went, though the crowds grew the further she went from the last place he’d seen her at; eventually, however, he lost sight of her, putting him back at square one.

The tibanna gas facilities of Zabbol’s rival, Gobba, here on Sleheyron were impressive. Unfortunately, this meant their security was more solid than durasteel and tighter than most magnetic seals. Luckily, Pasajj had gotten something of a break in the form of a surprisingly good mole.

The slicer that had managed to get ahold of the blueprints and a security key for the main refinery was promising; the way Pasajj had heard it, the young woman was one of Gobba’s former dancers, one who had just hit the age that Gobba decided was no longer attractive enough to keep for his viewing pleasure. She had remained incredibly stoic throughout their interaction with each other, and the Rattataki hoped that, after her performance, that Zabbol would consider taking on another employee (maybe her?) so that he would be able to have a looser leash on himself. Given Zabbol’s obsession with his favorite enforcer, however, the chances of that were slim.

Now that he had a map of the facilities and access, however, it was now time to plan out his exact method by which to sabotage the main refinery. If his messages were any clue, Zabbol had decided that now, of all times, he would hire someone to assist him. Pasajj suspected it was a test to prove that the Rattataki was still loyal, after what had happened with the Chiss bounty hunter he'd nearly run away from his master for. The man who Zabbol sent was supposed to meet him in this cantina, and was a human; unfortunately, that eliminated exactly zero of the people in the cantina at that moment.

This meant that he would have to wait, and Pasajj hated waiting–wasted time was time he was not getting paid for. The Rattataki anxiously looked through the intel he’d been given as he tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

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Wrictin sat in his private lounge in the Jekk'Jekk Tarr. The bartender knew him by the alias he used while here on the Smuggler's Moon: Num Dass. He also paid enough for this lounge to make sure that he wasn't bothered when any of his "business dealings" went down. It frustrated him that he had to pay a cut to the Exchange but it was the best way to keep people out of his business and in their drinks. However, it wasn't all bad. In this room the atmosphere of Dorin was simulated so that he could actually remove his rebreather. It was rare that he had the opportunity to do such things, but he always enjoyed these few moments. He inclined his head to the serving droid that made its way to where he sat with his drink. "Leave the bottle," he said as he took the glass from the tray and the droid promptly complied.

Wrictin was here because he'd had another buyer contact him about the Sith artifacts that he'd put on the black market. Such things could be seen as treasonous, but he had no doubt that his master knew of his "pass time" and he'd not once heard a complaint. Besides, the Kel Dor always brought Darth Xarr the requested items. Anything else he found was useless to his master or himself and so he had no need to keep such things. The extra credits were nice as well. He'd made himself a nice fortune by doing this. A fortune that he'd used to buy quite elegant clothing, though he was sure to never wear such things around his master or other Sith. He'd also managed to procure homes both on Dromund Kaas and here on Nar Shaddaa with the credits he'd earned. The Sith's mind then went to the buyer. He didn't know who it was but he'd told them to come to the Jekk'Jekk Tarr and ask for Num Dass. He also cautioned the buyer that if they were Human, or any other species that wasn't quite built for the cantina, to bring a rebreather at the very least.

The trip to Tatooine had been an adventure, so to speak, but Omyara had known after that encounter with the mysterious Sith in the hangar bay that she’d never survive against someone of that level of training unless she wielded that power, too.

As she prepared to go into hyperspace for a job for some Imperial--the person she’d spoken to was a soldier, but he gave off spook vibes as opposed to being a rather obvious rank-and-file--the conversation she’d had with Vrux after giving him information on a potential agent for him replayed in her mind over and over.

She hadn’t quite understood what he’d meant by breaking her chains at the time. Even now, she still didn’t understand it. Omyara had never been a slave in her life, and she wasn’t about to let that change any time soon. But whatever it was, if what he was suggesting gave her power, if it made things so that she could hold her own against a Sith or Jedi, it would be worth it. Besides, he’d be useful on this job, since it supposedly involved Sith artifacts, and who better to ask for help on that front than a Sith?

So Omyara made the call, punching in Vrux’s holofrequency, and she drummed the fingers of her right hand against the dashboard of the cockpit of the Bare Minimum as she waited for him to respond on the other end. His hologram shimmered into view on her holocom, and she began her pitch, not waiting for him to ask what she was calling for.

“So, Vrux, just thought I’d let you know that I accept your chain-breaking offer, whatever that means. But first and foremost, I need your help on a job, if you’re game,” the smuggler began, a smile coming to her face. “It’s the sort of thing someone of your talents and knowledge would be useful for.”

Hayden stood in the center of an old Jedi ruin, sensing an artifact that would help him further his training as a Jedi. He wanted to fulfill his promise made as a child. He might not be a Jedi any longer but he still meant to keep his promise.

As he walked through the dark corridors he held his saber aloft, the cool cerulean glow illuminating the corridor as he walked to the archive. While not knowing who would be after this same holocron he was prepared for a battle or to try and negotiate with anyone else who might approach.

He heard the telltale sound of shoes against stone and extinguished his saber, not wanting to take a risk and give away his location.

Firith continued forward and pulled his apprentice away from whatever he sensed and behind him. "Stay behind me. Do not wander off," the Twi'lek said with some severity to his voice. This wasn't the time to be wandering about these ruins and taking in details and that was doubly true if there was something ahead. The Jedi Master crept slowly forward and kept his senses alert for anything that might desire to do them harm. Ahead there was a metallic clank followed by the whirring of gears. Red eyes flared into existence before them. Firith put his blade into motion as their assailant opened fire upon them. The Twi'lek deflected the blaster bolts and reached out with the Force. He could sense the mass of whatever this was and so he pulled the thing towards him. An old droid flew into the circle of light produced by his lightsaber. The Jedi Master quickly dispatched the droid with ruthless efficiency and let it drop to the ground.

Firith stepped forward and then felt a twinge in the back of his mind. He leapt clear of the intersection that they'd been standing in and then reached out with the Force and pulled Hellathros towards him. A split second later a massive pillar of stone dropped down into the intersection where they'd been standing before, effectively sealing them inside this structure. He used their connection through the Force to see if his apprentice was injured. Upon sensing no injuries, the Jedi Master let out a sigh of relief. He stood up and helped Hellathros to his feet as he said, "It is clear that this temple will be more of a war of attrition. It seems that there are ancient guardians of this place and traps ready to spring throughout. Keep you senses attuned to the Force. Let it guide your movements. If you rely solely on your physical senses, you likely won't last long." The Twi'lek let his statement hang in the air for a few moments before he looked to the hallway ahead of them. "Let us move on," he said as he swept off down the corridor.

Hayden had been called to meet sketchy employers before, typically things did go his way. He’d gotten the job done and proved too valuable to kill.

So when he’d been called to Nal hutta to discuss potential employment with a nice up front he didn’t question it. Needless to say he was not sloppy or under prepared. He never left his ship without a way of defending himself, this time bringing his heavy laser pistol along with two concealed small arms, and for insurances sake a twelve inch vibroknife holstered at his calf. In the way of armor he didn’t do much to conceal his breastplate, save his cloak which he only used to partially conceal his face in shadow.

However as he left his ship he felt something in the pit of his stomach, a cold radiating outward as if the force was still trying to warn him, it was something he hadn’t felt since that day he’d lost his master and left the order. He doubled back, retrieving his sabers, concealing them behind his back under his cloak.

He rented out a speeder bike from a local vendor, and sped through the crime ridden city out the outskirts arriving at what seemed a long abandoned community center, the feeling he had felt previously leaving the former Jedi on high alert as he walked through the door.

(Feel free to be the employer, for whatever ends you might want)

Fortis nodded and followed his Master through the forests of Dromund Kaas. The slave would be easy to find, and if Fortis judged the tone of his Master's words, he wouldn't want to be found. Fortis felt he could learn a lot about interrogation when they dealt with Slave 421.

They moved stealthily through the forest, following far enough behind to be unnoticed, but close enough to keep the Sith in sight. Suddenly, the Sith was gone.

The figure had turned behind a tree and was gone. Fortis instintively reached out with his senses, trying to locate their quarry. He wondered briefly whether or not they had been detected.

An instinct told him to drop and he did. Korriban had taught him to trust his instincts. He dropped to one knee as he felt the warmth and heard the hum of a lightsaber blade go over his head. Using the force, he caused his own lightsaber to come to his hand raising it above his body, he turned it on just as the blade came down.

He was on one knee his body hunched over. Despite his physical strength, his position kept him from retaliating. He could feel his opponent pushing down.

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Icthus sifted through the files that were aboard the Fallen Star making sure to look for any situation that promised an increase to his network of contacts. Anger still boiled within him at being unable to procure a contact within the ranks of the Republic. Such a resource would have been invaluable. The Zabrak was brought out of his thoughts when a notification popped up on his datapad. He connected it quickly to the holodisplay so that he wouldn't loose his spot in his research and so he could see who was trying to contact him at the same time. He opened up his files to see a message from Omyara. He chuckled a bit. It was quite amusing how she continued to pop up as he made his way through the galaxy. It happened far too often to be mere coincidence. He temporarily put aside his research and read the message. She had sent him a set of coordinates and told him to meet her in Jiguuna on Nal Hutta. "I'm on my way," he said aloud as he typed and sent off the reply to the smuggler.

With a new mission in front of him, Icthus stood and stretched before he went to the cockpit and fired up the engines. He typed in the coordinates for Nal Hutta as the engines warmed up and soon enough the Fallen Star was rising through the atmosphere of Dromund Kaas once more. When he was clear of the atmosphere, the Zabrak sent the ship hurtling into hyperspace once more. With the coordinates locked in, he didn't have much to do, though he ought to contact Darth Tristis sooner rather than later. He promptly went to the comms room and sent out a call to his master. A few moments passed before the visage of the Nautolan Sith Lord appeared before him. "What news do you bring, Icthus?"

The apprentice gave a bow to his master before he replied, "The Republic forces on Ord Mantell are in some amount of disarray, my master. One Lieutenant Sey has been neutralized. It is possible that without his presence the corruption on Ord Mantell can further cement itself causing the Republic resistance to crumble."

Darth Tristis seemed to regard his apprentice for the moment and the Zabrak sensed the presence of the Nautolan within his mind. "But not everything went according to plan," Tristis said after a few moments of probing.

"No," Icthus replied and continued, "There was one inordinately suspicious Republic soldier that caused quite a bit of a headache. I couldn't kill him for fear of being discovered, but I ripped any recollection of myself from his mind and the minds of his men."

"Very good," the Nautolan said a smile spreading across his face as he continued, "You did well given the circumstances. You've performed quite admirably, my apprentice. Where are you now?"

Icthus felt a sense of pride at his master's praise and he said, "I'm on my way to Nal Hutta. One of my contacts told me to meet them there. I'm sure more will be clear upon my arrival." Darth Tristis nodded along as the Zabrak spoke, showing no indication of what might be going through his mind. "Be cautious, Icthus. The Hutts are always scheming just the same as Sith Lords," the Nautolan said. The Zabrak simply nodded before ending the transmission. He then called up a diagram of the Fallen Star and looked over the diagnostics. Everything seemed to be working, but the ship was due for an upgrade to the engines to compensate for heavier armor. He'd not had need of the laser canons yet, but it wouldn't hurt to have those upgraded either. Perhaps next time he found himself in a port and with spare time he would do it himself.

Icthus then minimized the diagram and spent the rest of his time studying the Force through whatever means he had in his personal database. It also occurred to him that it might be beneficial to try and expand his database. He detested the thought, but if he had need to pose as Katu once more it might be prudent to learn more of the Jedi and their ways, solely for the purpose of being more convincing in the future. However, that mattered little at the moment. Where he was headed, most wouldn't care if you were Jedi or Sith. The days spent in hyperspace passed uneventfully and the Zabrak made a list of upgrades to the ship that he desired in addition to his studies. Soon enough, the ship lurched out of hyperspace and the Sith was now in Nal Hutta's orbit.

From this distance, the surface of Nal Hutta was yellow mottled with green. "Glorious jewel, indeed," Icthus scoffed. He'd never learned much Huttese but he knew enough to realize the irony of such a title. He promptly took the controls of the Fallen Star and brought it in for it's landing approach. As he sailed through the skies of Nal Hutta he was met with the sights of massive swamps and bogs, occasionally interrupted by cities and small villages and soon enough he came into the airspace of Jiguuna. He was instructed to land at the spaceport which he did promptly. The Zabrak slowly brought the ship down with a gentle thud and he made sure that he had what supplies he would need before disembarking.

On his way out of the spaceport, Icthus was stopped by a Human who held a datapad and said, "Excuse me, but what is your business here on Nal Hutta?" Being stopped irritated the Zabrak, but it wasn't worth the time to correct his man. The Sith fixed the Human in his yellow gaze and said, "Personal business." The Human laughed and replied, "That may be, but the local Hutt Lords have-"

Icthus didn't have time for all of this so with a casual wave of his hand and the power of the Force he said, "You do not care why I'm here and you will let me pass." The man froze for a brief moment and recited the Zabrak's words back to him in an almost robotic voice. He shook his head and then said, "The streets are dangerous at the moment. You might want to hire some protection." The Sith let out a sigh. Perhaps it would have been better to just kill the man. But there was nothing to be gained by his death, and so Icthus said, "I can handle myself." With that, the Sith went off into the city and found the local cantina where he looked to see if Omyara was already there.

The ship lurched out of hyperspace and the glare from the twin suns of Tatooine caused Firith to squint as he looked down at the desert planet below them. The items that he had received back on Volik also contained a shipping manifest which revealed that the Wavelength Gale had made several stops on Tatooine recently. With that being their only lead, the Twi'lek had plotted a course to the planet as soon as possible. On the way they stopped to refuel the ship and restock their supplies. While they were there, the Jedi Master had sent a transmission to the Grand Master and the commanders of the Republic army requesting help with their current task. He was sure that he and his apprentice could do this on their own, but an extra pair of hands was always helpful.

Firith shook himself out of his thoughts and brought the ship in for its landing approach. The descended towards the town of Anchorhead. It was a port that many pirates, bounty hunters, smugglers, and the like called home but it also served as a frequent stopping point for Republic ships making their way through the Outer Rim. If there was a place to go and try to find out about the operation of the Wavelength Gale, this was it. Soon enough they landed and met up in the comms room of the ship. The Twi'lek looked to his apprentice and said, "Welcome to Tatooine. It is a far cry from what you would be used to on your home world. The people here will be different as well. These aren't the farmers of Dantooine, so I would suggest that you not go wandering off where you're not supposed to be. And think twice before igniting your lightsaber."

Firith then called up a map of Tatooine and zoomed in to where the planet was landed in Anchorhead. "We are in Anchorhead. It's one of the few places that the Republic isn't outwardly shunned, but don't mistake that to mean that the people here have a great love for the Republic or the Jedi. They only prefer us over the Empire and the Sith," he said and then zoomed out a bit to show the Dune Sea around them and gestured to it before he continued, "And whatever we are after is somewhere out there. We are at a distinct disadvantage because we don't know what it is or where it is. However, we do know that the Wavelength Gale had whatever we're after. We'll start by asking around town if any members of the smuggling gang have been seen recently and where they went. Remember to be discreet."

Name: Hayden “Hayden” Merick

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Birthworld: Concordia

Faction Affiliation: Jedi Exiled

Appearance: usual appearance claim (not my art obviously) face claim with a thin scar going down the left side of his face from a vibroknife. 6’0 in height.

Skills: Piloting, adept in hand to hand combat, parkour, swordplay, bargaining, slight of hand, tracking, sensing things, repairs, he’s good with a blaster, enhanced reflexes, telekinesis

Backstory/History: given to the Jedi as a baby, Hayden had a clear connection to the force, and quickly became skilled in what he was taught, seen as a prodigy by all his teachers, however his impatience made him less than desirable when it came to selecting a padawan, as did his disciplinary issues of trying to escape corusaunt or fighting temple guards when they tried to usher him to the youngling quarters.

However when he was selected to be a padawan his master didn’t treat him as a problem but as a gem to be refined, they grew close and he became the closest thing Hayden had to family, this however did not last, during an attempt at teaching the padawan the importance of educating those on the outer rim, Hayden’s master was gunned down by mercenaries.

This led to a brutal fight between the enraged padawan and the warriors, Hadyden had given into and used the dark side of the force to destroy the soldiers. Blades were impaled into people, weapons exploded, and men were cut down by a mere child. When he holo called the council tell them of what happened they wanted him to go to thyton to heal, however the young man didn’t believe he had anyone to trust left in the order. He’d exiled himself that day.

Since then he’d been learning all he could and surviving, becoming a feared and respected bounty hunter. However he still sides with the republic. He’d won a bet with a gang of pirates and gotten himself a nice shuttle which he’s since modified into a sort of star fighter with a hyperdrive.

Now: Hayden was flying through space, A sith officer frozen in carbonite, he was planning on taking him to be interrogated on one of the core worlds, but first he needed to make it to a hyperspace lane.

"Alright men, strap yourselves in, it appears we got a sand storm over are landing point, so it'll be a rough landing.", the pilot said. Kan strapped himself into his chair, along with the 12 other troopers in his heavy recon detachment. The landing was rough, but not as bad as he anticipated. Once they landed, they waited until the sand storm passed, then set out. The ship they used was called "The Bastion" and was specifically designed to be able to orbit a planet with almost no systems on, to avoid detections. the systems that were on, were designed to consume so little power, making them undetectable to anything but actually seeing the ship. this was very useful, so if Kan's unit needed a quick evacuation, there ship was already only minutes away.

they headed towards the coordinates given, which were supposedly a with research camp. the jedi sent in before them had gone dark and never was heard from again. So Kan's mission was to find out what happened to the jedi, if possible, and secondly, to find out what the sith were doing on Tatooine.

it was getting dark, so Kan and his men found a small cave to make camp in.

as the night passed, Kan couldn't sleep, so he took up guard duty until the morning.

when morning arrived, Kan divided his men into smaller groups. he would take 4 of his men to do dome recon on the enemy installation, while the other 8 would stay back and set up some defenses. about 3 quarters of the way to the base, they encountered a sith patrol. they hid behind some nearby rocks, but the last trooper wasn't quick enough, and was spotted.

Kan jammed the scouts short range comms, set his blaster to stun, and shot the three troopers.

he said to his men, "they'll know when one of their patrols hasn't checked in, we better get moving befo-. he was cut off by the sounds of a sith tank approaching...

Fortis wasn’t on Korriban long. When he arrived, Darth Callidus wasn’t present. It was a couple of days before Fortis received a message from his master to meet him on Dromund Kaas.

That’s where he found himself now. The Imperial Capital was unlike any place he had seen. Constant storms surrounded the planet. The Dark Side was incredibly strong here. The very air he breathed felt powerful.

Fortis took an aircab to the address his master had given him. The house itself looked as if it was owned by someone with enough wealth to maintain the property well, although it looked mostly utilitarian. A guardhouse sat outside of the fence with a lone guard.

The guard stood to block Fortis path. “I’m here to see Darth Callidus.” I said to the guard, not wanting to cause a problem.

The guard smirked and chuckled. “Not a good idea.”

Fortis didn’t want to deal with this crap. “I’m his apprentice and I’m answering his summons. I would suggest letting me pass, or you will face his wrath.” Fortis copied the guards smirk and laugh. “Of course, he hasn’t taught me interrogation techniques yet, so maybe I can ask to be involved as well.”

The blood drained from the guards face as the smirk was wiped away by Fortis’ words.

“I must escort you, those are the rules,” the guard said.

Fortis gestured impatiently and the guard led him into the house. The guard was moving fast enough that he clearly wanted to just go back to his post, but not too fast to show his impatience.

The guard stopped outside of a door and said. “This is his office, he should be in here.” He saluted and then returned to his post as Fortis knocked on the door.

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The Fallen Star lurched as it exited hyperspace and Icthus looked down upon the surface of Ord Mantell. As he brought the ship in for its landing approach, the Sith surveyed the terrain of the planet. The surface was dominated by plateaus, plains, and mountains. The Zabrak's most recent visit to Korriban had led to his presence here. After delivering the tome to Tristis (but after he'd copied the text to the database on his ship), Icthus had skimmed through some recent files from Imperial Intelligence and came across one detailing the situation here on Ord Mantell. The planet was controlled by the Republic, but there was a rebellion brewing on the planet. The Sith was curious how that could be used to his advantage so he took it upon himself to see this place for himself. Of course, after his last foray into Republic space he'd made a point of obtaining some brown robes to go with the lightsaber that he'd taken from the Jedi he'd killed on Dxun. He hoped that on this planet he'd be able to get away with his outfit from his days with the Tar Bloods but he wasn't counting on it either.

Soon enough the Fallen Star descended towards the top of a plateau that was uninhabited and set down with a gentle thud. Icthus gathered his supplies and disguises. He opted to set out in the brown robes first. It seemed generic enough that the average person wouldn't think twice about it, but if he came across any Republic troops they might think he was a Jedi. He hooked both his lightsaber and the lightsaber of the dead Jedi to his belt and with that he disembarked. The Zabrak slowly made his way down the plateau and towards Fort Garnik. The Imperial Intelligence report had mentioned that this was the primary Republic military base on the planet. Maybe he could find some information on the rebellion there or otherwise find important information on the Republic forces that could help in some way.

The sun was high in the sky when at last Icthus saw the Republic military installation ahead of him. The place was surrounded by camps of refugees. It seemed that the fight between the separatists and the Republic had taken its toll on the common folk of the planet. That meant these people were desperate and that meant they could be manipulated easily. The Zabrak hadn't sensed the stench of the Light Side on this planet so he allowed his senses to flow outward from himself to take in the surface thoughts and emotions of those around him. As always, he knew the Force would guide him to the right place.

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The Greasy Grophet on Nar Shaddaa is shutting down a week for repairs after an incident involving a particularly nasty cantina fight involving some spacers and two Mandalorians. In addition, an Exchange enforcer’s mutilated remains were found by Cartel officials after an investigation requested by the Exchange. It is believed that these separate incidents are related, but no conclusive proof has been found. Republic officials urge citizens to avoid the planet if at all possible as this situation is sorted out.

Sources within the Jedi Order say that one of their number returned from a mission gone wrong. After a few days’ rest, the Jedi in question has been assigned a new task along with his apprentice. According to our sources, there is “something stirring” in the galaxy. We will keep the public aware of any developments in this case.

Force users claim that powerful artifacts are hidden around the galaxy. Jedi urge citizens to refrain from approaching ruins that contain these artifacts and contact your local republic law enforcement. It is important to inform the Republic of such locations as sources say they are not the only ones looking for the artifacts. Pirates are other criminals after the artifacts for money and Sith may even be after these artifacts making the locations that house the artifacts extremely hazardous. If you find a Sith out in the field Republic officials urge you to not approach the individual.

Hope you all are social distancing as your neighbor might be a Rakghoul, at least if you live on Corsin that is. Jedi were dispatched to rescue a doctor after a distress signal was sent out. Officials are urging citizens to stay indoors and not to worry as the Republic is dealing with the situation. A blockade was also set up to quarantine the plague and prevent further outbreak.

A ship originally travelling from the Outer Rim is rumored to have crashed on the surface of Korriban. Initial records indicate that the ship belonged to a Corellian businessman, but those records were later found to be incorrect. Republic officials urge citizens to stay clear of Imperial space.

Sources on Onderon report having seen a strange duo, a supposed historian and his bodyguard, were asking about the library in Iziz. The two mysterious figures then disappeared into the jungle. A short time later, two Jedi were found dead on the nearby moon, Dxun. Could these two individuals be something far more sinister?

Sources say that Sith indeed do know how to party. Check out the latest in our supplemental magazine “The Sith Within.” Rumor has it that these parties are full of bloodshed and the Republic advises avoiding these events at all costs. These types of parties are rumored to happen outside of Republic controlled quadrants so if you attend one of these parties, do so at your own risk.

Rumors of pirate activity on Volik continue to swirl the underworld. Republic officials warn against visiting the world until the rumors cease. Jedi have been dispatched to investigate the planet further.

The Jedi Order continues to train new initiates in the ways of the Force, as is their way, after the razing of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant nine years ago in the Sacking. One step in the path of becoming a Jedi once becoming a padawan is to be selected by a master and to construct a lightsaber.

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Immediately upon her return from Corsin, Firaxa had been summoned to see the Council to report her findings. Her briefing to the Council was no more than thirty minutes, but the Council seemed rather displeased with the fact that the doctor mentioned in the downed ship’s black box was nowhere to be found, so her already-low mood was further sunk by that revelation.

As she walked out feeling dejected, her friend Master Lamif Ordo, a short Iridonian Zabrak woman, called out to her. “Firaxa! I have news for you from one of the Masters in charge of the Initiates!”

That caught Firaxa’s attention. Maybe this was about taking on a padawan? Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she was ready, especially given how that briefing had gone and the situation with Hellathros on Corsin, but maybe her luck was changing. “Is this about what I think it’s about?”

Lamif smiled. “If it’s about the fact that you’ve been assigned a padawan, then yes!” the other Jedi grabbed the Cathar’s hand. “Now, let’s go! We don’t want to keep her waiting!”

After running across what felt like half the Jedi Temple, the two of them reached one of the gardens, where a young Chiss woman was standing alongside a Rodian, both of whom were wearing standard robes. Lamif stopped and pointed at the Chiss, then whispered, “Firaxa, that’s her. I figure that Master Lohn will do the official introduction, but thought you should be aware just in case,” before running off to somewhere.

Master Lohn nodded to acknowledge Firaxa’s presence, then motioned between them and said, “Master Luxa Calkin, I’d like you to meet your new padawan, Miona Daivik.”

Not really sure what to say, Firaxa nodded, then sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Good to meet you, Miona. I hope that I can be of use to you as you learn about what it means to be a Jedi.”

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Darth Choiana is dead at the party she was the hostess of on Dromund Kaas to celebrate her new Sith title. Her killer--or perhaps there is more than one--is on the loose, and the attendees clutch their metaphorical pearls, fearing they may be next.

Worse still, the rumor mill is circulating that she and her Sith House may have been part of the Revanite cult, prompting a joint Sphere of Laws and Justice-Imperial Intelligence investigation into the matter.

((OOC note: This is an open thread, meaning you can hop in or out whenever you’d like. This is an Imperial/Sith-focused open thread, so bear in mind your character would likely be Imperial and/or Sith-affiliated to participate in this event. You need to have an approved character to participate in this event. Character creation/submission thread is here. Have fun and may the Force ever serve you!))

Firith sat in the comms room of the ship, poring through the files that he had at his disposal. He and Hellathros were investigating more on the pirates that they had come across on Katarr when the distress signal from Corsin had arrived. Now it was time for their original mission to resume. He had already contacted the Council and given his version of the events upon the rakghoul infested planet and he had informed them that Master Calkin was on the way back to Tython to give her own report and to provide more detailed information. The Grand Master had expressed her sympathy for Hellathros' condition and that she hoped for his speedy recovery. These were sentiments that the Twi'lek shared. He had kept a close eye on his apprentice's vitals. They seemed to be getting stronger with each day. The Jedi Master thought the boy would pull through. In the mean time he began to review all the information he had on the pirates and he even had the Council send more files his way.

After reading more on the pirates, Master Olgkru had identified them as Wavelength Gale. They were involved in quite a few heists throughout the galaxy. He wouldn't have been surprised if they'd had dealings with Hutts. Had these pirates gotten involved in smuggling Sith artifacts? Or was it simply ignorance that had them caught up in the midst of all of this? At the moment it mattered little. There were currently no other leads to follow. From what the Twi'lek could tell, many of the trails that the Wavelength Gale had left behind led back to a planet called Volik. It was technically in the Unknown Regions, but from what he could tell Czerka Corporation had tried to colonize it at one point and after a time gave up. He was about to inform the Council of his findings and set the course when a chime resounded throughout the ship. Hellathros was finally ready to exit the kolto tank.

Firith quickly ran and grabbed a set of robes for the boy and then quickly returned to the med bay. His apprentice floated there in the midst of the kolto. He looked considerably better than when Firaxa had found him on Corsin. The Twi'lek pressed a button that began to release the boy from the tank. He stood there and waited for Hellathros to emerge.

The Fallen Star lurched as it out hyperspace. The familiar sight of Korriban and its spaceport lie before him. Icthus smiled. He liked the name he had picked. He would need to get the transponder codes modified and registered so that he could land on Imperial worlds with no trouble. Fortunately he had to stop to speak with his master and that would allow him time to get that change made. The Zabrak made his way to the communications room of his ship and contacted Darth Tristis. The Nautolan's figure appeared before him and asked, "What do you need?"

Icthus bowed before his master and said, "I've arrived on Korriban. I wish to speak with you at the spaceport if you have time to spare, my master."

Darth Tristis seemed to look at something out of the hologram's field of vision and then looked back to the Zabrak. "Very well. I shall be there as soon as I'm able," the Sith Lord replied. Icthus nodded and bowed once more before cutting the transmission. He made his way to the crew's quarters where the doctor had been staying and said, "Prepare yourself. We will be landing soon. From there my master will make any arrangements that you need." Doctor Bexal merely nodded and began to gather her belongings. Being away from the chaos of Corsin seemed to be serving her quite well, which meant that she could serve him and Tristis in a much more efficient manner. The Zabrak then made his way to the cockpit and brought the Fallen Star in for it's landing approach. He hailed the spaceport and they cleared his credentials and in a short time he had landed his ship in one of the docking bays. As he shut the systems down he took a few moments to wire some credits to Omyara for her services rendered. Once that was done he straightened his robes and made sure his lightsaber was secure on his belt. Once that was done he led the doctor down the boarding ramp and into the spaceport.

Icthus made his way to the nearest starship technician and rattled off his orders: modified transponder codes and some upgrades to the Fallen Star's armor and guns. These were things that he probably could have done himself, but at the moment he lacked time. With that completed he made his way to the place where he and Darth Tristis were to meet. As he approached his destination he saw the Nautolan walking there himself. The Zabrak quickly closed the distance and bowed before his master and gestured towards the doctor as he said, "Master, this is Doctor Qira Bexal. You may have heard her distress signal from a few days ago. I brought her here thinking that she could provide invaluable information."

Darth Tristis looked from his apprentice to the doctor. "Well done, my apprentice," he said with a smile. He gestured for the doctor to join him and was about to turn and return to whatever he had been doing before. However, Itchtus stopped him and asked, "Is there any errand you need me to complete for you?" The Nautolan turned around and pondered for a moment. The Zabrak thought that his master would dismiss him, but at last the Sith Lord said, "It seems that there is. Find the tomb of Freedon Nadd. He was a king on the planet of Onderon a long time ago. Bring back any writings that you might find. Teachings and historical accounts are of particular interest to me."

Icthus bowed. "It will be done, Master," he replied. With that he turned on his heel and began the walk back to the Fallen Star.

Veran woke up. It was still just past dawn on Korriban. A year at the academy, and he still woke up early. Veran got out of bed and dressed in a pair of black pants and a black shirt. Taking a look in the mirror, Veran had noticed that he had gained weight in the last year. Running a finger on the scar an acklay had given him the year before, Veran could see that his cheeks had filled out. He wasn't by any means fat, but a year of good nutrition along with the work outs of Sith training gave him a healthier look than he had on Tatooine.

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Veran grabbed his practice sword and left his room. He headed to the practice yards to start working on his lightsaber forms. It was still early, and as of yet he had no lessons. He would exercise, and then head to the refresher to shower before eating breakfast. A smirk hit his face at the thought of that. As a slave, he had never eaten breakfast. He had to earn his first meal. Life had changed for Veran - and it had changed for the better.

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Hello, everyone! We've decided to make a thread where people can advertise themselves for RP. We ask that your character be approved by the moderators (character creation thread here) before you post in this thread.

Character Name: Ideally as written on the wiki, so that whoever's looking can look up your character.

Short Summary: A summary of who your character is/what they’re like. Please keep to 1-2 paragraphs maximum.

Looking For: This is where you’ll describe what you’re looking to get out of (generally speaking; naturally, you may or may not get exactly what you ask for in RP negotiation) a given RP. Please be more specific than “want good RP”; it gives others some idea of what they’d be signing up for and so they can see if their own RP goals match up with yours!

Preferred OOC [Out of Character] Contact Method (Optional): This field is optional, but examples include Reddit Messages and Discord.