Two Years, Two Masters

[Tysyacha]

Prologue/Opening Text Crawl:

 

After the JEDI EXILE defeated the cunning

and manipulative DARTH TRAYA on Malachor V,

she took flight in her vessel, the Ebon Hawk.

She sought REVAN, the original Dark Lord,

and hoped to uncover the true Sith threat

which lay in wait for the fledgling Republic.

 

Little did the Exile know that in the course

of two years, she would serve two new masters--

one Jedi, one Sith. Only one would win her

loyalty and claim her as the key to a war

that would make the Mandalorian conflicts

pale by comparison...

 

"Ah, Revan," sighed Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya, the

one known as the Jedi Exile, as she slumped in the

cockpit of the Ebon Hawk. "Where are you, and what

are you planning? Have the Sith caught you again, or

are you still on the side of the Light?" Nothing answered

but the hum of the Ebon Hawk's hyperdrive, whirring

contentedly as thousands of stars sped past the vessel.

 

No one else was aboard. Tysyacha knew that Kreia, at

least before she revealed her true identity as the former

(and now deceased) Darth Traya, had been right. She

could not take anyone she cared for along with her on

the journey that lay ahead. This path was for her alone,

or at least until she happened upon some new companions.

 

An abrupt sound made Tysyacha whirl around in her seat.

"Who's there?" she asked, her nerves taut. Silence once

again ensued, and Syscha thought she must be getting

paranoid. But, then, after all, was she to blame? Darth

Traya had taught her that sometimes, nothing and no one

deserved your trust, not even the ones you called allies.

 

Still, she had cause to hope, for the sound revealed itself...

[Writer]

A young human girl fell into Tysyacha's sight, tumbling rather disgracefully into the cockpit. A look of pure terror was in her eyes as she stood and attempted to retreat.

 

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "It's... it's jus that your spaceship... well, it's... that is, you were the only one I saw getting on..."

 

She continued to back away. "I... I jus needed to get away from... from him... that's all."

 

She stared at Tysyacha, as if hoping to be accepted and brushed her dark red hair out of her face to reveal terrified dark blue eyes.

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha blinked, startled into semi-paralysis at first,

but then she found her voice. "Him?" she asked, not

unkindly. "Who is this 'him' you're talking about? Revan?"

She thought it unlikely that this girl, whoever she was,

had found the Dark Lord already and escaped his clutches.

 

Seeing the girl was still frightened, she relaxed her

shoulders and stretched out her hand. "By Dxun!

Where are my manners? I am Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya,

but you can call me Syscha for short. This is my ship,

a smuggler's vessel called the Ebon Hawk. It used to

be Darth Revan's property, but, well--through unforeseen

and strange circumstances, it became mine. Welcome aboard."

 

Tysyacha and the girl shook hands, and the young Jedi

was reminded of another traveler, a red-headed spitfire

who had once looked to collect the bounty upon her...

 

"Mira," she thought. "How much this girl looks like her,

although she has a lot less attitude! I think I can trust

her, at least for now. She looks scared, and I'll direct

her to one of the dormitories so she can rest, maybe."

 

Note: Tysyacha's name is phonetically pronounced

TEE-si-chah dvookh-SOT-na-yah, the "kh" on the "dvukh"

like the "ch" in "Loch Ness", but a little bit softer.

[Writer]

"I... the girl stammered. "I don't know his name..."

 

She seemed to be calming down slightly since Tysyacha didn't seem to mind her presence. "Syscha... that's a pretty name. I'm Falya."

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha smiled back. "Hello, Falya. I bet you're

wondering about me, or at least where I'm going.

I'm in search of my former Master, name of Revan,

although I'm not sure if he turned back to the

Dark Side or not. He was commander of all the Sith

during the Mandalorian Wars, and no one knows

where he is these days. I want to track him down

and do one of two things: either confront him

if he's with the Sith, or join forces if he's with

the Light. There's a growing galactical threat."

 

Syscha sat down again and asked Falya about

the man she had wanted to escape from. "What

did he look like?" she asked. "Hooded, maybe?

Red single-handed lightsaber? Long cloak?"

 

She prayed, Don't let it be Revan. Not yet.

Don't let the Dark Lord be near when I've barely

escaped Malachor V!

[Writer]

Falya thought for a moment. "I've heard of Revan, but this man doesn't fit any of the descriptions you just gave... but I don't wanna talk about him." She shuddered convulsively. She looked around and sat down with her back against the nearest wall.

 

"So you said this ship used to be Revan's?" she asked curiously.

[Tysyacha]

"Aye," replied Tysyacha. "Although, I don't know much

about that portion of the Ebon Hawk's past. The

part I know is the time ever since I woke up near the

fuel station of Peragus..." Syscha told Falya a brief

summary of her encounters and travels aboard this

illustrious Sith-targeted vessel, including her most

recent lightsaber duel, the one with Darth Traya.

 

"It's been a long, hard journey for me, one fraught

with constant danger and deception. However, the

Force has been with me, and it has kept my heart beating

throughout." For the third time, a quiet calm followed.

[Writer]

"Wow!" Falya exclaimed when the story was complete. "You have been through a lot."

 

She stared out the window into space. "My story is not so long, nor so interesting." There was a short pause before she went on. "I was born in space. Never had a home. My parents were wanderers. They hated the Republic, but they also hated the Sith. The first time I ever stood on the solid ground of a planet was when I was ten."

 

She stood and began pacing. "When I was twelve, our ship was attacked by pirates and my parents were killed. I was sold into captivity. Three years later, I escaped, but I was captured again two months later. I've just escaped again. I am eighteen years old now."

 

She stopped pacing and sat down again. "So, where are we headed?"

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha gazed sympathetically at the Ebon Hawk's newest passenger.

"You say I've been through a lot," she said, "but you're no stranger to suffering

either! I'm sad to hear about your parents and the time you spent enslaved.

Were you put to work by the Czerka corporation, by any chance? I've had

many a scuffle and skirmish with their mercenaries, especially aboard Telos."

 

Syscha sipped a drink from the concession dispenser. "Ionic water?" she asked

Falya, who accepted gladly. "For now, I want to head for Nar Shadaa. No one

would look for us there right now, since I think the bounty on Jedi is off. Plus,

it's where Revan would go if he were looking to engage in shady business."

 

She charted a course for the Smuggler's Moon, and the ship catapulted away...

[ForceFightWMe12]

((If I may, I'm new at this but I'll try. Feel free to send a message if its not exactly going as planned or w/e.))

 

 

A shady man walked the streets of Naar-Shadaa, black cloak hanging about his heels and hood drawn up over his face. He stepped stealthily, keeping to the shadows. He slipped around a corner and through a door.

The room he entered was dimly lit, faintly glowing red lights giving the room a bloody hue. It was filled with people, as it should be. It was a cantina after all.

Twi'leks, Gammorreans, Duros, as well as many other variations of aliens hovered about the room, drinking and talking in hundreds of different foreign tounges.

Scanning the room, the man saw a male Twi'lek with green skin, dressed in red garments standing in a corner, leaning against the wall and watching the crowd passivly. He stepped towards the alien.

Forsakening Basic, the man spoke to the Twi'lek, using his contact's native language.

"Do you have it?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Right here. However, I need to see the credits."

"How bout you let me inspect the package, make sure it is the real thing, and then pay you. Or, I could just blast you," at his words, the man drew a slim, hold-out blaster from beneath the folds of his cloak, handling it meaningfully, "and take the package from you."

Faced with the blaster, the Twi'lek's eyes grew wide. "I-I like you're idea, much better."

"Good, I'm glad you see it my way. Now then," the cloaked figure said, holding his hand out expectantly.

The alien put a hand up his sleeve, and drew out a disk. "You will find all that I promised on here." and handed it to the man.

With a practiced eye, he checked to make sure that this was indeed what he had come for, then slapped some credits down on the table, and left.

 

As he inserted the disk into a pocket, a ship roared overhead. The man looked up, watching as it soared by with increasing interest.

I know that ship. he thought, and slipped around another corner, and into the night.

[Tysyacha]

Many who feel the Force believe that true coincidences are rare.

Was it really a coincidence, then, that Tysyacha and Falya reached

a certain landing pad on Nar Shaddaa? A certain familiar landing

pad? When the two figures exited, a good-naturedly quarrelsome

Toydarian named Quello flitted out of his living quarters and accosted them.

 

"Whatsa you two doing on my landing pad?" asked Quello. "The right

to land here belongs to some other men, some space pilots who went

off for a long bender in the Jekk'Jekk Tarr bar." Suddenly, he noticed

one of the two women seemed familiar. "Eh, it's you! Haven't seen you

in a long time, Jedi, or are you a Jedi still?" Quello scratched his head.

 

Tysyacha smiled wryly. "Exiled." She gently placed her hand on the

hilt of her double-bladed silver lightsaber. "I'm not formally reinstated,

although with the deaths of Masters Zez Kai'Ell, Kavar, and Vrook, I doubt

that I ever will be." Quello flapped a few feet back, his expression shocked.

 

"Oh! I forgot to introduce you. Please forgive me, Falya. This is Quello,

a fine Toydarian who would surely take two hundred more credits for the

right to land here." She winked at the wrinkled, gray creature and smiled.

 

"Two hundred? Ehh, better make it a thousand. Since you left here, Jedi,

Nar Shaddaa prices have tripled. Some Sith here is with the Exchange, or

at least that's what the rumors say. Me, I don't believe it. I think Goto has

finally swelled too big for his sphere, if you know what I mean. Heh, heh!"

 

Falya looked rather worried, and a lump formed in Tysyacha's throat.

One thousand credits? Such a sum was not Bantha fodder. Nevertheless,

Syscha surrendered the credits to Quello's outstretched hand, telling her

companion she had much more. Which was the truth, but knowing the

Smuggler's Moon, it all could be gone in a fortnight. Good thing Syscha

had admitted to herself long ago that she was a terrible pazaak player!

 

"Please, keep our ship safe. Wait--did you say there were Sith here?"

Tysyacha couldn't believe she had almost missed that tibit of information.

 

"Only rumors. You know what they say. Oh--Dark Lord Revan?" Quello

shook his head. "It's probably not him. I'm 95 percent sure. Make that 99."

 

As Syscha and Falya left the landing pad, the Exile thought, Maybe so,

but it never hurts to check...

[Writer]

"Doesn't every system have a rumor of Revan's recent appearance?" Falya asked quietly, staying very close to Syscha's side and glancing around nervously. "I mean... it seems recently that he's everywhere, if you know what I mean."

 

"Hey, girl!" a gruff voice called. A look of pure terror crossed Falya's face and she broke into a run. The man began an immediate pursuit. Falya continued to run, but ended up cornered not far away. The man laughed.

 

"You know who I am," he said. It was not a question. He knew very well that she knew who he was.

 

"You're Vulk," she whispered. He nodded.

 

"And what do I do?" he asked, coming closer. She cringed.

 

"You hunt me when I run," she muttered. Again, he nodded. Falya prayed that Syscha would catch up soon as Vulk continued.

 

"Grayston is getting tired of all your running," he said, taking a long whip from his belt. "He's given me permission to do a little more than bind you this time."

 

He took a step back so he could achieve the full striking force of the whip. Falya cringed, waiting for the blow...

[Wintersong]

(* I hope its ok for me to post like this, and I apologise if not, I've not RP'd like this before, not in a narrative way like this. Please have patience, and I hope the following is to everyones liking. If not please send me a message, and I'll amend/remove as necessary. Thankyou. *)

 

As the whip descends, a hands grabs the lashing end from the air. It wraps around an outstretched fist that pulls mightily against it, the man loses his balance at the unexpected force exerted on the whip, causing him to stumble.

 

Seeing the man off balance, a leg whips from the folds of a large blue over coat, and swiftly takes the man across the back of the legs, causing him to fall, releasing his hold on the handle of the whip as he falls. As he starts to rise again the hand clasping the whip crashes into the side of his head. A mighty blow, and well struck, the man, now barely conscious, collapses in a heap at the figures feet.

 

The figure straightens up, looks down at the the whip man.

 

"This girl shall not suffer harm at your hands, or at anyone elses. Return to your master, and inform him so. From this moment on the girl is under my protection, and shall not be harmed, future attempts will be taken most seriously indeed, and I asure you, that should you be the one that attempts it, it shall be the last time we meet. Now. Leave. Return to your master and tell him you have failed him." A well toned masculine voice says calmly, forcful and persuasive intonation clearly audible to those paying attention.

 

"Now, young lady, I suggest you, and your companion had best follow me, and we shall leave this scene before further trouble descends upon us. Please, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to a place of safety, a place we can talk, about the current situation, and hopefully, a way to resolve it."

 

The figure then turns, gestures slightly and begins to walk into the traffic of Nar Shadaa's population.

[jblue789]

(Well, I'm bored... it's kinda late, can't sleep... might as well join into a nice little RP, eh?)

 

Lussk yawned as he listened absentmindedly to the slug's orders. Ever since Goto's... disappearance, and with the arrival of those new bosses, he was unable to get any decent huntin' jobs. He regretted oh so much taking this sithspit of a job for Vogga. Oh well, at least it's easy and the pay is decent... the ex-bounty hunter thought to himself. "So, eh-uh, Vogga, why's this freighter worth examining?"

 

The Hutt merely grunted, "You ask too much, all you need to do is tell that damned Toydarian what to do. Here, you fool, take this datapad and just hand it over to him. Since you obviously have too much on your mind to remember all this." Vogga spit at the Trandoshan's feet, and Lussk quickly reverted to his old instincts and hissed out curses in the languages of old. Apparently, Kath hounds didn't like to hear Trandoshans speak, as one of Vogga's beasts snapped at Lussk's ankles. With a zap, a whine, and a whimpering Kath hound retreating back into the shadows, Lussk quickly hid his blaster from view. It was the only weapon he managed to obtain after getting his equipment stolen...

 

Shortly thereafter, the Trando arrived to face Quello at the Docking sector.

 

"Hey, Quello! Got some orders from the fat fool for you!"

 

At once the Toydarian flew out of his little shack and snatched the datapad from Lussk. "Eh? Why's Vogga wanna me to examine that wreck?"

 

Sighing, Lussk quickly took hold of the fat little creature by his neck and scowled, "That's what I'd like to know. Who's the pilot, and why is he or she or whatever so important?"

 

"I'm sorry, I can-hurk-not tell yo-" He gasped for air as he was released. "But I can show you the ship, might bring old memories, you know?"

 

Just as Lussk grabbed a small glance of the freighter, he gasped. "The Ebon Hawk? The Jedi that Goto had that bounty on? That schutta?!" He winced as the thought of her opened up a few old wounds, and he quickly scratched at his prosthetic left arm, hoping to gain some relief. "WHERE IS SHE?! Tell me now..." He snarled.

 

"I don't know! I swe-" the Toydarian jerked about as Lussk nearly crushed his windpipe.

 

"Bah!" The ex-bounty hunter threw him down. The eyes of the Jekk'Jekk Tarr would know... wait...no, she's human isn't she? The fumes of the Tarr are poisonous... yes... and most of those in the Tarr stay in the Tarr... the eyes of the Cantina are much better. I'll also need some weapons... and for that I'll need credits, unless of course, I obtained them for "free"."Tell Vogga that I'm resigning."

 

Stretching out his legs, he ran swiftly into the Flophouse, suffocated some fool and grabbed a stealth generator off the man's shelf, a swig of Juma Juice from the fridge, and awaited outside of Vogga's little palace for the dancing to end.

 

(OOC: If I may request, unless you're heading to the Cantina, don't interact with Lussk, and yes, he does succeed in raiding Vogga's little treasury. And no, I'm not planning on having him hunt Tysyacha (sp? sorry, name really is kinda annoying a more simpler one would've been nice... not that I'm complaining.) at least not forever. And also, I would assume that Tysyacha(sp?) was a light sided Exile, correct?)

[ForceFightWMe12]

Hidden in the shadows of the dock, the man watched as the woman and child that departed the frieghter dealt with Quello and walk away.

Using every bit of stealth to stay unnoticed to all, he followed them as they left the dock to the shelter of the Refugee District. Crouching in a corner, he watched a man advance on the child, a whip held high. Reluctant to allow them to get hurt, for they did indeed serve a very important purpose, he was about to spring on the apparent slaver when a man garbed in blue grabbed the whip and quickly dispatched him.

"This girl shall not suffer harm at your hands, or at anyone elses. Return to your master, and inform him so. From this moment on the girl is under my protection, and shall not be harmed, future attempts will be taken most seriously indeed, and I asure you, that should you be the one that attempts it, it shall be the last time we meet. Now. Leave. Return to your master and tell him you have failed him." the man said to the crippled whipper on the ground, then turned to the captain and child, "Now, young lady, I suggest you, and your companion had best follow me, and we shall leave this scene before further trouble descends upon us. Please, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to a place of safety, a place we can talk, about the current situation, and hopefully, a way to resolve it."

The man in the shadows snarled. Not that schutta again!!!!! D*mn him! Why must that... the man used the most insulting prophanity that he knew, continue to distrubt my buisness?!

Taking deep breaths and quickly mastering his anger, the man was about to break cover and follow the threesome when a Trandoshan went up to Quello and spoke to him.

The man listened intently to the exchange, finding that the Trandoshan had been sent to gather information on the ship and its passangers.

This could be a bit of a problem. the man thought, before slipping away after the others.

 

Using the tracking skills he had gathered over the years, the man continued to follow the ship's passengers and the blue-robed man, fading out of existance in the shadows of the streets...

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: jblue, yes, you are spelling Tysyacha right. I'm sorry the

name for my female, light-sided Exile is so long, and yet in actual

Russian, it's one of the most beautiful words I've ever heard. Cheers,

and welcome to our roleplay! You too, Wintersong. If any of you

wish to, just call me Syscha or even Ty. Both are great with me.

 

And now, the saga continues...)

 

Tysyacha felt a mixture of anger and fear course through her as she

weaved her way through the "fragrant" crowds of Nar Shaddaa. Falya!

How in the galaxy could I have been so foolish, going to this putrid

planet when I should have known there would have been bounty hunters

here?! My next task is definitely NOT to find Lord Revan, but to rescue

the newest crew member of the Ebon Hawk!

 

She drew out her lightsaber, keeping it at her side but not activating

the blades yet. Caution was of the utmost here, as was discretion.

Syscha didn't want to cause a panic, especially when one whirling

lightsaber beam caught an innocent Nar Shaddaa dweller in the head!

After a short while, she caught a glimpse of Falya's blazing red hair.

It seemed as if she were in the clutches of a figure in a long blue

overcoat. Well. This wouldn't take very long, with 2 beams at her aid.

 

"Halt!", she shouted, and then, "Stand back!" to the rest of the

crowd. Gasps and murmurs were heard as Tysyacha whirled her

lightsaber, preparing the silver-white rays for combat. "Sir, that

girl is Falya, the newest crew member on my ship. Release her,

or I shall see to it that this weapon preferred by the Sith gets

its due!" Her cobalt-blue eyes were furious, and she fell into her

traditional Shii-Cho, or Determination, lightsaber form. It had been

the first one that she had learned, and also the most basic.

 

The crowd watched in stupefaction, some in horror, some in awe.

 

"It's a Jedi! How on earth could such a one walk here in this place?"

 

"Hmph. Stupid, arrogant Jedi! The bounty's not active, but my anger is!"

 

"Is she going to kill us all after she finishes off the cloaked one?"

 

"Go, lit-up girl! Go, lit-up girl! Yay! Yay!" This from a wide-eyed child.

 

No one moved, not even Falya's disguised captor. The tension was fierce.

[Writer]

"Oh, not good," Falya muttered, catching sight of Syscha's lightsaber. She knew what that kind of weapon meant to the type of people in the streets of Nar Shaddaa: another potential kill. They had to get out of that area... fast.

[Wintersong]

Hearing the words of the woman, the figure in blue slowly turns. Hands well calloused move the folds of his large over coat aside gently, for a breef moment the hilt of a single lighsaber is displayed.

 

The figure gazes intently in to Tysyacha's eyes, a strange look passes across his face, then a gently smile touches his lips.

 

"Well met Syscha, it has been a long time since I last laid eyes upon you. I'm glad to see that time has not been too unkind to you my friend. Now please, I prey, lower your weapon, your hast has already brought us un-due attention that I wished to avoid, I sense the presense of someone familiar, and it is my fervent hope that it is not who I suspect."

 

There is a feeling of great determination eminating from the Figure, as he slowly walks forward.

 

"I see confusion in your eyes Syscha, surely you have not forgotten me. Look closer I beg of you, look with your feelings and see that I am he you once knew. Reach out through your senses and know me again, it is I Tadrick, Tadrick Marlane, we were padawans together, while I studied under master Get Gren D'ai. Remember me, and the time we were together on Dantooine. Remember me." The last words spoken softly, with genuine sincerity evident in his voice.

 

At these words the crowd press in slightly, many showing further astonishment, others fear, anger, awe, and more than a few appear somewhat confused and a little stupified.

 

Tadrick moves closer to avoid the press of the crowd.

 

"Please, I mean no harm to you, or Falya, now, we must leave this place, quickly.

 

Angry muttering pass through many of the crowd, a number of them start towards the trio as they stand there, violent intent evident through their stance and bearing.

[jblue789]

Lussk left the Cantina with little useful information, 100 credits well wasted. He scanned the sector and noticed a crowd that circled around possibly a few people. Squinting, he could see that they were focused on three people, humans, two females and one male. What's this now?

 

"Why, hello there Lussk, it's been a while..." the Trandoshan spun around to face Vrussk, his cousin. "Thinking about attacking one of those Jedi? That would be quite foolish, I do believe."

 

"'Those' Jedi? There's more than one? I assumed that there would be that one damned schutta that came by a while back... You remember." Lussk glanced at his arm and recieved a nod. "So... who's the other Jedi?" He spat on the floor.

 

"I do not know, I merely overheard their words, and I believe that only Jedi use the terms 'padawan' nowadays. But, I have nothing against either of them, and from what I can see, attacking the female would be all too foolish. She's brought out her saber. And yes, I do believe it's the same blade."

 

Wincing, Lussk pushed his cousin away at crept towards the crowd. He heard some thugs and mercs whispering to each other: "Should we try to take them out?" "Yeah, there's plenty of us, against just a few of them." "They'll go down easy if we catch them on surprise." "I'm sure the Exchange will be glad to see their heads."

 

Lussk chuckled. "What are you lookin' at, scum?" one of the hunters snarled at the Trandoshan.

 

"You fools believe that YOU can defeat two Jedi? HAH!"

 

"We'd have more of a chance than you, you slimy piece of bantha fodder." Lussk lashed out and pierced the Rodian hunter's palm with a knife.

 

"You'll see that the only fodder here is you fools. And maybe the civvies too." He pushed the mercs away and activated his stealth generator. "Go ahead and try to kill them. In fact, I'll give you a hefty sum to just try," his voice rang out from the air, as several thousand credits dropped to the floor. Courtesy of the Flophouse, he said to himself with a grin.

 

Lussk then waited in secret, waiting for the Jedi to move. He knew that the mercs would at the very least distract the three, long enough possibly, to get a decent shot at a head. He was the most stealthy Hunter in his time, no one had even thought about someone stalking them. The ex-hunter had mastered stealthed movement, he could lash out and immediately return to his stealthed form immediately. He could run. Looks like this old hunter might just be back in business...

[Writer]

"Syscha, you know this man?" Falya's eyes darted nervously from Syscha to Tadrick and back.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Halt!" the man said in a hard, commanding voice, stepping from the shadows towards the the man and woman who stood in the center of the crowd.

Not today, you won't. Not today. he thought, as if talking to the blue-robed man.

The man and woman turned towards his voice as he stalked forward, pushing his way through the crowds.

There was a blank look on the woman's face, but the man in blue's face hardened into a semi-snarl. As he opened his mouth to speak, the man cut him off.

"No, this is not the place to speak, Tadrick. You and the...Jedi," he said, casting a glance at the woman but the look was lost beneath the hood of his cloak, "are in great danger at the moment. As a matter of fact..." he was going to say more, but he paused. Holding three fingers up in the air, he said, "Three...two...one." and as the last syllable left his lips, a red bolt shot from behind the crowd, whizzing by the woman's head. The scent of burnt hair filled the air.

Turning back to the pair of Jedi, the man said, "Come with me."

As he turned to walk away, he sensed unrest in the man. Turning back to him, he said, "Stay if you want, Tadrick, but," he pulled his cloak back, discreatly flashing the view of a saberstaff hooked at his belt before letting his cloak's black folds envelope it again, "there will be...certain consequences."

With that, he walked off, leaving the decision to the threesome.

[Writer]

Falya panicked. What kind of people had she fallen in with? Though she hated the idea of being alone on Nar Shaddaa, she felt she had no other choice. When nobody was looking, she slipped into the crowd and broke into a run.

[DarthSion101]

(( This looks linke a pretty cool RPG, I hope noone minds if I join, never RPGed in a literary type of way, but ill give it a try.))

 

Silence filled the empty grave, that was Malachor V. The Dark Side was still very strong, and could be felt throughout the atmosphere as if it was some sort of invisible shield covering the planet.

 

Deep within the core of the graveyard world in the heart of the ancient Trayus Academy, a man lay broken and battered on the floor. His flesh greyish from years of Darkside corruption, and cracked scarred and seered as if he had been wounded or killed multiple times, and slowly pieced back together. He appeared dead, but the Dark Side of the Force is as insidous and unpredictable as it is powerful, and such dark power can not be so easily undone. AS the Sith corpse lay face down on the floor, his fingers slowly begin to move, his hand clenches into a fist and grasps tightly at his Lightsaber. He opens his eyes, one is still normal, and brown, while the other is totally white, and has a great scar surrounding it. The man slowly rises to one knee, still unsure of his surroundings, he stands staight up and speaks to himself in a deep grovely sounding tone "Where am I?......I feel as if I should recognize this place, but yet I do not."........He falls to one knee and grasps his side, and it bears the mark of a lightsaber wound, which heals instantly and painfully as he clutches at it....he screams.....he rises and wanders throughout this ancient place, the halls are strewn with bodies, all recently deceased....."What has happened here?......uugh...." he groaned......"This pain...it..it consumes me....How do I ...still.....live." He makes his way into what looked like a dormitory, and to a wall mirror, he stepped in front of it and screamed a scream of terror at what he saw........"It can't be, that isn't even human, its....its....a walking.......rotting......decayed.....CORPSE" He turns quickly from the mirror and runs at full sprint down the halls of the ancient academy, running from the fear that this mirror was telling the truth................

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(I would assume that this takes place after TSL, thus, well,

Malachor V was destroyed

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[ForceFightWMe12]

((Well, the Shadow Generator or whatever its called had apparently been activated before, yet the Academy still stood fully intact, so I guess it would have stayed intact again...))