KOTOR III: The Stand of the Sith

[Tysyacha]

Starring (so far):

 

Me, Tysyacha, as the Jedi Exile, Tysy Dvukh

ForceFightWMe12 as Canderous Ordo, the Mandalore

JasraLantil and Jae Onasi (I think) as Revan (why did I

delete my PM's? Dumb!)

 

KOTOR III: THE STAND OF THE SITH

 

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

 

Five years after the JEDI EXILE, Tysy Dvukh, defeated the

Sith Lord DARTH TRAYA at the heart of Malachor V, she still

searches for her former Master. REVAN, also once the Lord

of the Sith, has vanished from the face of the galaxy. With

her dying words, DARTH TRAYA revealed that Revan had

gone to the Unknown Regions beyond the Outer Rim of space.

 

That is where the Exile must now venture, with only the fierce

Mandalore, CANDEROUS ORDO, and the loyal utility droid T3-M4

by her side. Tysy Dvukh fears that once she reaches the heart

of the true Sith Empire, the Dark Side will turn her at last.

Will her dedication to the galaxy--and her hidden passion for

the Mandalore--preserve her and her allies, or will the Sith,

with a risen Dark Lord, claim victory once and for all?

 

******************

 

"I've abandoned all of them, Canderous."

 

Canderous Ordo, also known as the Mandalore, leader of all the

clans of his warrior race, swiveled his helmeted head to look at

the Exile. Tysy looked troubled, but much more so than usual.

 

"Just when I needed them most, what did I do? I left Atton Rand,

Mira, the Disciple, and Visas Marr at the Jedi Enclave. Why didn't

I take them with me? They could have helped us fight the Sith!

Instead, since those four were all Jedi, I left them on Dantooine

in the hope they'd be safe there." Tysy sighed and shook her head.

 

T3-M4, sitting in the pilot's seat that had once belonged to--not

merely been occupied by--Atton Rand, whistled and beeped warmly.

 

"I guess you're right, T3. After all, with no Masters at the Enclave,

who's going to teach the Padawans and Younglings who want to

join the Order? Darth Traya's extermination plan should never

have a chance to succeed again. Still...I needed their help.

I miss them." Tysy sat down in the co-pilot's seat and lay

her head in her hands. Being a Jedi had never been harder,

or more painful. Was this emptiness what the future held for her?

 

"Exile? Are you all right?" came the respirated voice of the Mandalore.

 

Tysy turned her body towards him. A surge of warmth filled her,

and her heart began to pound. Not with fear, but with long-hidden

feelings. Ever since that day aboard the Ravager, with Darth

Nihilus looming in the distance and the Mandalorian between them...

 

"I--" That was all Tysy could say before her breath caught in her throat.

[Writer]

((Syscha, I direct your attention to: http://lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=165279... 'tis your planning thread in which all positions were listed and taken. (I'm Bastila and one of the Sith, just so you know) ))

[steven]

Jae Onasi (I think) as Revan (why did I

delete my PM's? Dumb!)

 

((I'm Revan.))

 

Revan sat on a railing above the command center of a base located on rocky terrian of a moon. A moon without a planet. However the moon continued to orbit something, and noone could understand what happened to the planet. Had they're even been a planet? If yes, what happened it it? If no, what is this moon orbiting? The base contained mainly human scientists, droids and wookiees has gaurds. They were all here to find out about this moon, and the weird readings the radiars recived. Revan was also interested in this moon, however he was mainly interested in getting into the ruins that were not far from the base however Revan had never had the chance to get there, with the whole no air and gravity and a mysterious mild field around it.

 

((by the way, can i have controll of Zaalbar or Mission or both?))

[ForceFightWMe12]

((I'm not quite sure we're all talking about the same RP...<.<))

[steven]

((( I think FFW12 has a point there)))

[Tysyacha]

She's right. Sorry, steven! Thanks for playing anyway, and see you in my

RP after this one. I PROMISE you can be Revan. Plus it'll be action-packed.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Mandalore drew closer to her, his eyes locked on hers from beneath his mask. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the metal sections of his armor sliding smoothly across eachother as he moved.

"It's alright." he said, "You're not doing this alone. T3's here, I'm here, and the others are on Dantooine if we need them. You're not an Exile. Not anymore."

[Tysyacha]

Tysy smiled, and the warmth inside her increased. She felt a sense

of kinship with this warrior, this man who had fought his way through

more battles than she herself could count. Due to her order to activate

the Mass Shadow Generator twice upon Malachor V, she truly could not

decide which of them had the bigger body count--Mandalore or herself.

 

"I may not be an exile anymore," she began, choosing her words carefully,

"but I'm also not a Jedi anymore. Not technically. I've left behind the stiff

rules of the Council, and that includes the one forbidding any attachments.

I guess what I'm trying to say is--I've had feelings for you ever since that

day aboard the Ravager. I realize what you meant to me then, and

what you will mean to me now if you accept me. Do you...Canderous?

In this new way, when all we both have known so far is war and death?"

 

T3 beeped again, this time with what sounded oddly like a utility-droid

wolf whistle. Tysy also heard his tinny squeals that signified laughter.

 

"Oh, hush! You tell me you never fancied any female-programmed droids?"

 

"Www, www, www," said T3, the noises he made sounding like blaster fire.

Obviously, the plucky droid must have thought his "opposites" had cooties.

 

"Anyway," said the Exile, turning back to Canderous, "I need all the help--

and all the love--I can get. The galaxy's a cold place without either one."

[ForceFightWMe12]

Mandalore stood quietly, listening to the Exile's words and smiling to himself. It had been so long since he had been as close to anyone as he was to the woman before him. She understood him -- his duties as a Mandalore, the Mandalorian culture, he had revealed more of his history to her than he had told even Revan...hell, she even tolerated his brusque, hard personality.

His hand slid from her shoulder, tracing down her arm and taking her hand. He spun the chair around a bit, and pulled her to her feet.

"Tysy," Canderous said, and he reached up to a joint at the edge of the aromor on his neck, and flipped something. There was a hiss of releasing pressure, and he pulled the helm of Mandalore from his head so he could look her full in the eye. "You know I'm with you."

[Tysyacha]

Tysy almost stepped back, as pleasantly startled as she was, but she did not.

This was the first time she had ever seen the Mandalore's face. Rugged and

handsome, it was, but without the traces of Sith techniques or hidden hatred

to mar its surface. Gently, almost fearing to, she reached up to stroke his hair.

 

"And I am with you, Canderous Ordo, until both of us become one with the

Force." She saw the Mandalore smile wryly. He had never thought much of

the Jedi, but at least he didn't look as irritated as Tysy thought he would.

 

"Speaking of Revan," she asked him once he had redonned his helmet and

locked it into place, "where do you supppose we could possibly find him?

You and I have been searching for five years straight. Traya said he was

in the Outer Rim, but she never said whereabout, or how we should attempt

to get there. You were with him once, traveling. Where do you think he is?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

Canderous shook his head, his brows furrowed.

"I've no idea." he said, "We've checked all the likely places...though...there could be one..."

The Mandalore had never actually heard Revan speak of the place, but from bits of information he had gathered on his travels, he pieced together a puzzle that, once solved, left him with one final guess.

"Ziost." he murmured, staring hard out the viewscreen. It was an ancient and dark world...but it was his guess as to how Revan and Malak had found the Star Forge, and where the former might be now.

[Tysyacha]

The name of that Sith-imbued planet made a shiver run down the Exile's spine.

Tysy had heard of the place, but unfortunately, it scared her more than Malachor

V ever had. After all, Malachor V was only a horror spawned by the Mandalorian

Wars. It had not been a Force-forsaken world from the very start, whereas

Ziost...She wondered if Mandalore could feel her tension, her anxiety.

 

"If we're going to travel to Ziost," said Tysy slowly, "then I'd like the help

of our friends Mical, Visas, Mira, and Atton. If they're not available, then

this might be crazy, but I suggest going to Nar Shaddaa. A lot of shady

characters still live there, who might know more about the Sith and that

planet than they're letting on." She turned to Canderous. "What do you think?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

He nodded slowly. Even with the combined strength of the Mandalore and the Exile, Ziost would be too much.

"Yeah." Canderous answered, "We'll have to try. As much as I hate to admit it, we need help."

[Tysyacha]

Tysy smiled. "One course for Dantooine, coming up. T3?"

 

The utility droid happily beeped and whirred into life, setting the hyperspace

coordinates for the rebuilt Jedi Enclave's home planet. The Exile was glad that

in a few hours, she and Canderous would see their old crewmates again. She

wondered how the Mandalore felt about "being dumped in a nest of Jedi" so

suddenly, as Atton Rand had once commented wittily back on Telos.

 

When the Ebon Hawk touched down upon the lush green surface of

Dantooine, the balmy air of early summer enveloped both Tysy and the

Mandalore in his heavy and completely protective suit of armor. The

Exile felt a sheen of sweat begin to form on her upper lip. The planet

was full of a light and heady suffusion, but almost too much so. Tysy

had learned that even the most joyous and inspiring of situations could

quickly turn to disillusionment at the fall of a hat. Or the Force.

 

She and Mandalore approached the rebuilt Enclave, draped in ivy and the

native flora of Dantooine. Their steps seemed to echo on its cobblestone

brick pathways, sounding conspicuous and heavy. Presumptuous, like they

were the steps of the kind of intruders Master Atris had once been wary of.

 

"Atton!" Tysy called, jubilant. "Mira! Visas! Come out here. It's me, Tysy

Dvukh, the Exile, and the Mandalore, name of Canderous. We've come back!"

 

No one answered except the breeze. Which was odd, considering that the

Masters often meditated outside with their pupils in good weather like this.

Sensing something amiss, the Exile and Mandalore wandered into the interior

of the courts, where something like an electric seizure caught Tysy in its grasp.

 

"Aagh! It's the echoes of Darth Traya!" she cried. "She killed Master Vrook,

and Kavar, and Master Zez-Kai Ell! I have to get back from here, or else I'll die!"

 

Rushing to her aid, the Mandalore shoved Tysy back with all of his strength

toward the courtyard wall. Landing with an unceremonious, soft thud,

the Exile rubbed her eyes and saw four large depressions along the ground.

Depressions full of gray ash, and strange Force currents surrounding them.

Overloaded, saturated with pressure, tense and tingling, on the brink of explosion.

 

"Sith spit," the usually stoic Mandalorian muttered softly. "They're gone.

They have to be dead...all four of them. Nothing else could have happened."

 

Tysy crawled on all fours toward the ashes, gritting her teeth against the

stinging pain. Her eyes watered with fresh tears, for she knew it was true.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Canderous felt a pang in his heart as he saw Tysy's tears. He surprised himself with the feeling, but it was so deep, it seemed to echo through his very soul. He moved over to her, and put his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.

"Tysy..." he murmured, his voice strange coming from the mechanical transponder in his sealed helm. He was never good with words.

[Tysyacha]

The Exile threw her arms around Canderous and let him hold her. She

wept, her body wracked with deep, heaving sobs. When she found she

could speak again, she choked, "Who did this? The Sith? Darth Traya

is dead, and so are Nihilus and Sion. Their--remnants--would have

turned on each other without a Master. So who could have?"

 

As her head reeled and her temples throbbed, the Exile clenched her

hands into fists. "I know I was once called a Jedi by Darth Traya, but

I am a Jedi no longer. How can I follow their code of peace and

emotional detachment when--this--happened, Canderous? I don't

want to be peaceful. I don't want to be emotionless, like a droid

or a war machine. I want vengeance, and for the killer to pay!"

 

She cringed to hear herself say it. This was not the Jedi way, but then

again, was she ever really a true Jedi? She longed to hit something, to

punch it, but the only thing she could find was the rock-steady Canderous.

Not wanting to attack him, she simply let sorrow and exhaustion overtake

her. "Are you still with me now, after I've betrayed the code I once followed?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

"I once told Revan," he said, pulling away slightly so that he could look her in the eye. His metal-encased hand moved up to the side of her head, his thumb moving across her skin, "That Light and Dark makes no difference to me - a person's a person, their beliefs don't matter. That goes double for you. I'm with you. Whether Jedi or Sith, I'm at your side."

[RobQel-Droma]

(((BTW Tysyacha, if this is the same thread that you PMed me about, and I replied to, sorry that I didn't join - I must have missed the planning thread or something)))

[Tysyacha]

((You can still join, Rob. What is Revan up to, and is he on Ziost? ))

[Tysyacha]

Tysy leaned in close to the Mandalore, her face still soaking wet with

tears. They were beginning to become sticky on her cheeks, and she

welcomed Canderous' support. She placed her hand on top of his

metal gauntlet. "Thank you," she whispered, almost pulling in close

for a kiss, but not daring to. Not in this place of grief and horror.

 

Suddenly she had a quick thought. "If anyone else is still alive

in this Enclave, we need to find them. Mical, Visas, Atton and

Mira might have had students that they were training, and if

they're here, we might be able to ask for their help on Ziost."

 

Noticing the Mandalore's surprised look, Tysyacha glanced

at him with a determined stare. "We need all the help we

can get if we're going there. They may not be as well-

trained as we are, but they might be of some aid to us."

 

She and the Mandalore turned to search the other parts of the

Enclave, including the infamous Sublevel, for any survivors.

 

((P.S. Anyone want to join in as an Enclave survivor? ))

[RobQel-Droma]

Ziost was still and quiet as the night grew darker on the ancient Sith planet. Even through the dark side filled forest there was no noise - just quiet. Revan looked upon the ancient Sith fortresses, crumbling buildings that once contained the horde of Sith that had fled there from Korriban.

 

It was this planet that had drawn to Revan, for the planet was a haven of the dark side. It was a only year after Revan had defeated Malak when he came back here, to these places of dark power. He stretched out through the force, touching the edges of the evil auras that surrounded these buildings.

 

But elsewhere, he could feel another presence. There were still Jedi alive, and foremost among them, he could almost feel the Exile.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"I thought they had rebuilt this." Canderous growled as dust motes circled around the light that snuck through cracks in the ceiling. "Either a bomb went off down here--" he heard the shifting of stone and a cracking noise. His eyes rising shooting up for a moment, he quickly grabbed the Exile. His arm sliding around her waist, he quite literally lifted her off the ground, swinging her to the side as the stone above where she had stood only moments before gave way. "Or the Jedi are lazier than I thought."

[steven]

((P.S. Anyone want to join in as an Enclave survivor? ))

 

((I will))

 

Jack laied alone on the cold, hard metal surface of the enclave libary. He drifted in and out of consciousness. And while he was waking he kept attempt to heal his bleeding leg, however he wasn't able to find the power.

 

He started to begin to hear voices in the beg round, he heard people moving in his direction. He only hoped they were jedi or republicans.

[Tysyacha]

As Tysy and Mandalore continued their search, they came upon the Enclave

library. It did not seem to have suffered any damage, although someone

within it definitely had. A male, from the looks of him, lay sprawled on

the library floor with a bleeding leg. Tysy quickly used her Master Heal

Force power upon the young man, making his wounds regenerate.

 

She knelt down beside him and felt for a pulse. "My name is Tysy," she

said firmly but not too loudly. "Are you all right? I am a Jedi, and this

is my friend, Canderous. Do not be afraid. He is a Mandalorian, but he

is on my side. And yours," she added quickly, turning to the Mandalore.

[steven]

"I am know, thanks to you." Said Jack as he struggled to sit up "I'm Jack, I'm a Jedi trainee. I was excepted into the enclave a month ago. Are we still in the enclave?" Asked Jack.

 

Jack was not fully aware of his surrondings, all he could make out is there were two people, offering their help.