Survivors of Order 66 (RP)

[Kyvios]

Survivors of Order 66

 

The Story:

 

The aftermath of Order 66, not every Jedi was killed by the order given by Supreme Commander Palpatine. Survivors are scattered across the galaxy being hunted like wild animals and eliminated slowly. Some pledge they're alliance to the Supreme Chancellor out of fear for they're lives. While others die fighting for they're beliefs.

 

Others remain hidden from the sight of the Supreme Chancellor. Out of sight but still hunted. Tormented by the memory of feeling the loss of all the Jedi through out the galaxy. What does the force have in store for these particular few? Will any of the Clones realize the fault in the command given? Only you can decide. Who is going to survive this purge, and who will become one with the force?

 

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Shawn Kir'lince once a Jedi Knight fight for peace and justice across the galaxy. Holding trust and honor above all else was now nothing more then a wanted criminal to the Imperial forces. Being hunted like some wild animal to be killed and maimed for some sick pleasure was disturbing to Shawn, but he remained hidden in the sub-levels of Nar Shaddaa. He sat heavily upon a bar stool in the lower level cantina holding a cold glass of Terisian ale.

 

The chatter of the people around him was some comfort, he helped block out the sense of more fallen Jedi he was feeling. He pressed the cold cup against his lips and took a sip of his drink. It has been hard to find some place he could be comfortable while he knew his pursuers wouldn't give up the hunt till either he was dead or they were defeated. And he had a feeling he'd be dead long before the Imperial Army met they're match.

 

Part of him couldn't help but blame Obi-Wan Kenobi for bringing in Anakin Skywalker to train in the ways of the force. But he knew it couldn't have been helped, Anakin was strong with the force, but he was easily seduced by the teachings of the dark side because his training began as such a late age. Shawn sighed heavily and he placed the cup down. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next. Only that he knew if he stayed in one place to long he would be found again.

[Carsew]

Audax sat in the cockpit of his modified Star Courier, the Lateus, that served as his home for most of the time, and also his transport. The ship had been modified by Darth Vaders engineers to include a cloaking device so that he may infiltrate Jedi occupied planets and not be discovered.

 

Audax was wearing a dark grey Jedi tunic, black tabards, grey trousers and a pair of black boots. Over that he wore a black Jedi robe. It was the traditional apparel of the Jedi, but Audax' clothes were darker to suit his Sith allegiance. On his belt hung his silvery lightsaber hilt, and when it was ignited it's color was blood red. His face was attractive, with darkblonde hair hanging down to his shoulders, but his eyes were strange, they were topaz, because of Audax' corruption to the dark side of the force.

 

He walked over to the pilot seat, where his droid pilot was flying the ship towards its destination of Nar Shadda.

 

"Entering hyperspace now," the droid said, and Audax grabbed on to the back of the droids seat.

 

"Good," Audax answered. "I'm going to my quarters, alert me when we have arrived. He walked into the lift and pressed the button to go down. It was a short elevator trip, and as soon as the doors flew open, he walked out. He was in a round ready room to his left were the aft boarding ramp doors to storage bays infront of him, and behind him was the elevators and two sleeping compartments. He walked into one of them, and lay down on the bed. He was not asleep, or even trying to, he was meditating as he always did before a mission.

 

After a few hours of hyperspace travel he heard the droids voice through a speaker.

 

"We have arrived, master." it said. "Landing now."

 

The ships landing was smooth, and Audax stood up. He pulled up his hood and exited the room and then the ship through the aft boarding ramp. As soon as he got out he heard a human shouting to him.

 

"Hey! You can't land your ship here!" the man shouted as he walked over to Audax. The man looked like someone who worked for the hutts, and he was wearing a black jacket, pants, and a white shirt. Audax ignored him and walked by.

 

"Did you not hear me?!" the man exclaimed, and ran after Audax, who stopped. The man walked up close to his face, which was hidden by his hood, but could not conceal his topaz eyes. The man was about to hit him, but Audax pushed him away with the force, so that the man flew of the platform and fell into the depths below. Audax moved on to search the slums for Jedi.

[Admiral_Thrawn]

Sev removed his helmet and looked over the quiet city, observing the people go about their daily lives. A gentle breeze caressed his face and sank into his armor, gently soothing him. He sighed and held the helmet afront him, staring deeply into the visor at his own reflection. Only, it wasn't his reflection that he saw, rather Delta Squad in the ol' day's of the Clone War's. Countless battle's and discussion's fluttered across the visor, his memories being projected onto the rather shiny material. He brought his hand forward and sweeped it across the visor, again looking into it. This time he saw only his reflection, as it should be. He sighed and replaced the helmet, activating the visor so as to see clearly.

 

Thousand's of speeder's of various description's fluttered by silently, moving at a slow and deliberate speed. A few Stormtrooper's moved about one of the cities various walkway's, glancing about suspiciously. He sighed and retreated further up the landing platform, back toward's his freighter. He walked quietly, kicking at a small puddle in regret. The drizzle became a downpour, as worried citizen's hurried home to their families and a warm mug of ale. Sev meerly froze again, removing his helmet and allowing the liquid to drip freely from his finely carved feature's.

 

Had the accident at Kashyyyk not befallen him, then perhap's he would be upon some distant planet right now, enforcing the Emperor's authority over some common rabble. A trivial task, yet he'd still be with his Bond Brother's, he'd still be a Storm Commando. Tear's mixed with rain as he held his gauntlet to his forehead, allowing the cold metal to soothe his pain's and tension's. He moved up the landing ramp and sealed the door, quietly making a motion into the lounge. He sat and placed his helmet down upon a table, asking for his Astro-Droid to retrieve a mug of Tarisian ale for him.

 

HK-51, an antique model, strode silently into the room. He sat down beside his master and cast a blanket round his shoulder's, wiping the water from his face with a towel. The Astro entered a moment later, allowing Sev to retrieve a mug full of hot liquid. He thanked the Droid and motioned for them both to leave, wishing to be alone at such a time. He brought the mug to his lip's and drained it of it's content's, allowing the fluid to burn a trail down his throat and into his gut. The table rocked slightly as the ship rose, it's destination nowhere.

 

Sev spent most of his time in the ship randomly flying about on autopilot, allowing him to enjoy the sensation of flying whilst still being able to think. He had converted the upper turret into a small bedroom, adding in a bed and a small fridge and ale compartment, along with a storage pad for his book's. The view when amidst such a place was stunning and peaceful, allowing for him to rest easy and distract his mind from conflicting thought's. The turret was still functional in the case of actual combat however, as to not risk his life.

 

Sev moved up the ladder and onto his bed, laying atop the cover's and looking out of the viewport into the night's sky. Today had been uneventful and awfully quiet for him, giving him nothing to focus on other than memories that were simply that; memories. He drifted into the realm of the sleeping and lost himself in his mind.

[Cyborg Ninja]

Of all the planets out there, Gett had to get stuck on Tatooine. There was absolutely nothing to do on the desert. He doubted any jedi would hide here but he always second guessed himself. Gett usually walked around for a bit and then went to the cantina. Looked like it was time to go to the cantina. Gett got onto a speeder and drove to the local cantina. Gett entered into the cantina and once again asked the bartender if he saw any jedi. The bartender pointed to a figure in the corner and the figure ran. It looked like today would be different. Gett pulled out his rifle and gave chase.

 

"And this is where the fun begins," Gett said as he ran out the door.

[SkywalkerRules]

Resting inside the local inn of Mos Espa of the planet Tatooine, Kelra Mison stared up at the ceiling with pain. Not physical pain. Spiritual pain. The day the Jedi were slaughtered was led by none other than Anakin Skywalker. Everyone thought he would fulfill the Prophecy. That he would be the Chosen One.

 

Guess that Prophecy failed.

 

The young woman slowly got up from her bed, and went to a medium sized mirror, hanging on a wall. She stared at herself for a minute or two, remembering who she was, and what she believed in.

 

Kerla looked down from her side at her bag. She went to it and took out her two trusty lightsabers. She placed them by her heart with passion, as if they were dolls given to her a long time ago.

 

But she had to be careful when she was around other people. They could easily see her as a Jedi if they saw her with lightsabers. Then there was her looks. Kerla told herself that it was time to change her looks. Even though Jedi robes were traditional, she had to change who she was. But that didn't mean she would change who she was on the inside.

 

The young woman walked out of her room with her bag, and headed downstairs. To everyone that saw her, she looked like a young smuggler. But that was the way she wanted it to be. Kerla walked out the door, telling the innkeeper that she'd be back.

 

As the young woman walked outside, it was sunny. People in the Mos Espa streets were busy walking, selling products, and playing games.

[Kyvios]

Shawn drank the last of his ale in one swallow and gently place the glass down. Leaving after he kindly thanked and paid the bartender he started to look around to see nothing but metal and thug after thug in the lower levels of this self created hell. Shawn sighed heavily feeling a little disappointed in himself that he had to hide like this. But there wasn't anything else he could do, it was either hide or die and dieing wasn't on his wish of things to accomplish.

 

He felt a twinkle of some kind but brushed it off. Even if it was another force user around pinpointing ones location wouldn't be easy. Shawn continued to wander aimlessly around the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa stopping every once in a while to look at the little merchant stalls.

[CommanderQ]

Former Jedi Master Tev Des'ilar walked out of the transport he had taken to Tatooine, his booted feet making a soft imprint in the sand.

 

"Hey, you, Mr. Cunrock! My Pay!"

 

Des'ilar looked back at the smuggler who had brought him this way. He didn't even know the man's name, but either way, he had gotten Tev past Imperial Customs, and he had certainly earned the 5,000 credits promised. Not to mention that he didn't even ask for Tev's real name, hence, 'Mr. Cunrock.'

 

Tev dug into his pocket and took out the chip.

 

He tossed it,"You earned it, and thank you."

 

The smuggler smirked, "Hmpf. Damn right I earned it...."

 

He then walked back into the freightor and took off abruptly into space.

 

Tev just stood there, for a moment, observing the town of Mos Espa. There were clone troopers. . .or rather Stormtroopers patrolling the streets in twos, but they were not a problem for Tev. There was also you're everyday aliens walking the streets...Jawas, Humans, Trandoshans, Devaronians, Rodians, etc. etc. They were all here, and some were here that Tev didn't even know what they were.

 

He needed to find a Jedi in this mess of a place.

 

He sighed, and stretched out his feelings, immediatley sensing someone....nearby as well.

 

He smiled and put on his black hood, walking straight down the center of the street, in the direction where he had sensed his fellow Jedi.

 

He had become attuned even more to the Jedi's presence, as there were so few because of the war. A war that he had exiled himself from, and now it seemed, that he was one of the smart ones, seeing the evil beforehand, and now, sadly, he was one of the few alive.

 

A bead of sweat came down his forehead and he wiped it off, it was reflective of how badly he felt on not being there to help his fellow Jedi when the time came.

 

He continued walking.

[Jaktar]

His nerves sang out their pitiable song as, for the hundredth time, his hand flicked furtively to the narrow, cool cylinder hanging at his side...ensuring it was concealed from sight by his clothing. That which was his identity as well as his weapon...now as good as a mark of death. A mark to be hidden, if possible.

 

He did not know how many of his kind remained. Go ahead...say it....Jedi... He only knew how many were gone...how many he had felt extinguished; suddenly, terrifyingly - it was as if a sun had burned out in the galaxy.

 

He had heard, of course....rumors. Rumors swooped around this teeming planet like hungry mynocks. A thin, wry smile twisted his features. Each of those were best avoided. People, however....he could not avoid. However...the slums of Nar Shadaa were the perfect place to avoid detection.

 

Raising his hood to conceal his features even more, Gentar Hobb strode into the street, hoping to avoid destiny for one more day...

[SkywalkerRules]

((Hey there, Jaktar. Welcome to Lucasforums. Um... just a quick question: Did you post a character sheet before you posted here? If you didn't, here's where you can post character sheets at:

 

http://www.lucasforums.com/forumdisplay.php?f=697

 

If you need any help, we'll be glad to help ya out.))

[Jaktar]

Done...sorry--saw this one first!

[Carsew]

Audax strolled the streets of Nar Shadda, trying to pinpoint the Jedi among millions of small force signatures. He felt he was getting closer to a Jedi, and walked to where he thought it was. As he walked around a corner he saw a man with his hood up, like Audax and knew it to be a Jedi. He walked forward to the man, brandishing his lightsaber, but keeping it hidden under his robe.

 

He followed his former Jedi brother, concealing his Force affinity, and after a few minutes, when they had walked to a relativley people-empty place, he ignited his blood red saber, leaping towards the Jedi at the same time, and striking towards his head...

[SkywalkerRules]

((That's all right, Jaktar. It's your first time. Don't worry 'bout it. ))

 

Kerla came to a stop in front of a cantina. She smiled. "Could use a drink. After all, I'm dying of thirst." The young woman went towards the cantina and was finally inside. It was a bit crowded, with all sorts of species from every corner of the Galaxy. She shrugged and sat on a stool at the counter.

 

"Blue Milk, please," Kerla asked the bartender. The male bartender nodded, and fixed her up a Blue Milk. When she took a sip of her drink, the young woman looked around. Everyone was just talking, laughing, and arguing about things. That's how things were in the cantina.

 

Kerla sighed, and continued to drink her Blue Milk. This was gonna be a long day...

[Kyvios]

Shawn sensed something as he walked into an ally way. Quickly he turned around to notice a sith leaping down with his lightsaber ignited aiming towards his head. As fast as he could he grabbed one of his lightsabers from his belt. The hilt of his lightsabers were jet black with gold trim traveling down the hilt intertwining each other.

 

Shawn was able to block the first blow and send his opponent backwards. He stood in front of his opponent using Form 1: Shii-Cho. Making Shawn ready to block any attack that may be thrown at him. The form was a simple one, all Jedi first learn it as younglings, but its simplicity is strength.

 

"What do you want traitor?"

[Jaktar]

Gentar skulked along the bustling alleyway, easily slipping unseen...unnoticed amidst the crowds of derelicts, cutpurses and drunks. It was not hard to do, and was a special skill of his...his strength in the Force was not such that he would be easily traced amongst all this life, at any rate. Finding a Jedi who did not wish to be found was a thing not easily accomplished.

 

Wait....what's this?

 

There...up ahead...two men, one stalking purposefully after the other as both disappeared down a winding, narrow valley of a street off to his left. Frustration...anger roiled off the one in black...the emotion was palpable.

 

And then it hit him....waves of Force washing over his psyche....and coming from that alley. He did not recognize either pattern...but it was there. Both were Force-users....Jedi?

 

"This is not the best way to not be noticed," he muttered to himself. Keeping to the shadows, he slipped catlike down the alleyway after the two men.

 

Rounding the corner, he heard the familiar crackle of a lightsaber springing to life, following by the burning hum of blade upon blade. The men were locked in combat...one was Sith. There was no mistaking the blood-red of his weapon...the color of aggression. His hand involuntarily flew to his hip, the silvered blade hissing awake as he reached out, summoning the Force and sending it hurtling in waves of blunt force at the Sith, hoping to aid this unknown Jedi.

[CommanderQ]

Tev could feel the presence closer now. He needed to continue to follow the distinct webbing in the force, and it seemed to be pressing him toward a large gatherance of presences.

 

He looked up.

 

And saw a Cantina.

 

"Perfect...." He said to himself.

 

He walked into te crowded Cantina, hardly being noticed, and he slipped in without causing any problem.

 

He took a seat at the bar, and the tender looked at him, as if waiting for something.

 

Tev looked up at the man, "Hmmm?"

 

"You need anything, sir?"

 

Tev chuckled, of course, this was a bar.

 

"I'll have a Ruby Bliels....in a clean glass."

 

"A Ruby in a clean? Alright, one moment."

 

Tev smiled and looked at the other Cantina goers at the bar. He knew that he was near to the force-user, or just someone who may lead him to one.

 

He then spotted someone.

 

A girl, perhaps in her twenties, dressed as a Smuggler, but she didn't hold herself as one.

 

She also looked vaguely familiar.

 

He looked at the Bartender, "Bring the drink over there, okay?"

 

"Sure."

 

He walked over carefully and took a seat next to the women, not saying anything, just hoping that somehow, the force would give her the right message.

[Cyborg Ninja]

Gett was surprised when the jedi waited for him to exit after him. The jedi had grabbed onto a pole and kicked Gett back into the cantina, making his blaster fall out of his hands. Gett jumped to his feet and readied his fists.

 

"So you wanna play hardball?"

 

The jedi must have been a regular jedi or a very crafty jedi knight because no jedi would charge a clone trooper without a weapon. Gett lowered himself and readied his shoulder as the jedi ran into it. The jedi jumped back to his feet as well. It was like the jedi was toying with him, like there was going to be some kind of ambush. Gett was not going to let the jedi get the chance. He threw a punch which he knew the jedi would catch. As the jedi twisted Gett's wrist behind him, Gett kicked the lightsaber from under his robes away. The jedi let go and jumped at the saber while Gett pulled out his vibrosword. The two clashed blades and within seconds, Gett was thrown into a table with the force. The jedi pointed his saber at Gett. Gett lifted his left hand up as a sign that he gave up. The jedi pointed the saber away from Gett slightly as Gett began to raise his right hand. Gett kicked his sword up to his right hand and slashed it across the jedi's chest. The jedi went to his knees and fell to the ground. Gett stood up and picked up the lightsaber. He placed the hood back on the jedi and the saber back in the jedi's hands.

 

"You fought well old comrade, you fought with honor."

 

Gett sat down at a stool and ordered a drink from the bar. It was a tough job but he had to follow orders, its what clones did.

[SkywalkerRules]

((Hey, Ninja? Are you in the same cantina as CQ and I are in or are you in the one at Mos Eisley?))

 

As Kerla continued to drink, she stopped, having the tip of her glass on her lips. She placed the glass slowly down and glanced around. Someone had a strong Force signature about them. Could it be possible another Jedi was here?

 

She tried her best not to show it though. The young woman didn't want any attention towards her.

 

Suddnely, a man with a black hood sat next to her. Kerla slowly looked at him, but then glanced down at her drink again. Truly, she sensed the Force growing, everytime it got nearer. Biting her lower lip nervously, she wondered if this man was strong in the Force.

[Cyborg Ninja]

((Its really any cantina. It can be the same one or another, the choice is up to you and CQ))

[SkywalkerRules]

((Okay. We're in another cantina then. ))

[Chevron 7 locke]

Dantra nodded to the crewman who was guarding the exit of the ship.

 

I must find a way to get past him...I can't afford to stay on this ship too long, far too many stormtroopers for my liking.

 

Dantra walked up to the man and flashed her best smile.

 

"Excuse me good sir...but I need to get off here."

 

"Do you have your ticket?"

 

"Therein lies the problem. that I seem to be having. A group of ruffians stole my ticket from my cabin a few nights ago. I haven't been able to find them sin-wait! There they are!"

 

Dantra pointed at two rodians who were passing through the hallway across from her.

 

I do apologize...but I need to get off this ship as quickly as possible.

 

Dantra smiled grimly to herself as the crewman took a few brisk strides toward the rodians who took off in the opposite direction as quickly as possible with the crewman in hot pursuit.

 

Worked like a charm.

 

Dantra forced open the door and walked out into the bright yellow sunlight of Tatooine.

 

Tatooine...of all the places I had to end up, why did it have to be Tatooine?

 

Before any questions could be asked about her, Dantra vanished into the masses crowding the streets.

 

I need a drink.

[Carsew]

Audax felt himself being pushed away by the Force, and he flew into a nearby wall. As he stood up he saw that another Jedi had joined the battle, using a Silver lightsaber. He readied his lightsaber in Form VII: Juyo, the most ferocity form, which was so acrobatic it could evade many attacks, and still being able to strike very hard. He leaped once again in the air, striking at both his opponents.

 

The Jedi were formidable enemies, and Audax did have small problems with keeping them at bay. His strikes were fast, and moderatley powerful, but since his foes used Shii-Cho he was unable to get past their simplistic guard.

 

One of the Jedi, the one with a silver blade, striked at Audax left arm, and Audax was unable to parry and he tried to jump away, but in the air, the Jedi managed to scrape Audax arm. The pain enraged Audax, and he returned with new ferocity, striking fast towards every opening in his foes guard.

 

As the silverbladed attacked again, Audax raised his arm, and blue lightning flew from his fingers. The Jedi was caught in the force energy, and Audax threw him away into a nearby wall. He again turned his focus on the dualwielding Jedi in front of him...

[Jaktar]

A cool emptiness filled Gendar's being as he stalked into the combat, his saber flashing as it cut through air, sparking against the ruby of his opponent's blade, never able to quite penetrate the Sith's guard.

 

For a brief moment...there!...he thought perhaps he had an opening, managing a small cut along the Sith's arm, a small wound that served only to infuriate the man. But...another opening....?

 

Gendar jabbed the tip of his saber at his opponent's chest, but nothing was there for him, except a blinding pain as blue energy wreathed his body, sending pure Force burning through his nerves. This was followed instantly by an unseen wave slamming him into the wall.

 

He pitched forward on his knees, saber extinguishing itself as it skittered from his hand. His face was instantly bathed in a sickly sweat...never had he experienced that sort of pain; never had he felt the Force used in such a purely destructive manner.

[Kyvios]

Shawn glimpsed over to see his fellow jedi slice at the siths arm. But only to enrage there foe further. This battle was becoming slightly pointless. Shawn had figured long ago that any Jedi left wouldn't really pose a threat considering most of the masters were dead. Shawn himself was only a Jedi Knight, who never officially had a Padawan to train. In fact he refused to train one at all, he didn't believe himself ready. He wanted to spend some time meditating on Alderaan.

 

When he saw his new partner get thrown back and lose the grip on his lightsaber Shawn switch over to the form Jar'Kai which was a sub form of lightsaber forms Ataru and Niman. This form allowed him to wield his duel lightsabers with greater ease than before, and also allowed him to be more proficient in combat. His blades glew silver upon his skin, giving him the complexion of a paler man.

 

Shawn knew better then to engage direct attack from his opponent. One thing about Shawn that he quite liked about himself is that he usually learned quickly how his opponent moved and handled they're blade which gave him the upper hand in combat, if he managed to live along enough. This Sith however was familiar to him, he had seen him many times before in the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Shawn grinned at the man in front of him.

 

"So your now hunting down the people who once called you Brother?" Shawn said towards the Sith, keeping the grin upon his face.

[CommanderQ]

Tev saw the girl acknowledge his present with...well, he couldn't really tell.

 

She obviously knew the force was nearby, but a Jedi? She probably still had no idea.

 

Tev would have to use his special ability, to communicate through the force, an ability common between a Master and his/her apprentice, but he had mastered it to the point where he could use it any time.

 

He stretched out his feelings and sent a message to the girl's mind.

 

It was a very frank message.

 

Are you a Jedi?

[Carsew]

Audax got away from the enemy, standing in a ready stance as he answered his foe, his eyes were almost sorrowfilled.

 

"I do not even remember my first name. All that is left of me is Audax." Audax voice was sad. "And my master wants me to kill you, that's what I'm gonna do."

 

He leaped at his opponent once again, striking fast and hard at every opening in his defense, using acrobatic moves as well as his saber to block. He unleashed a fast flurry, making the Jedi fall back a little, but not much. Audax was getting sweaty and tired, and he felt that it would take too long to overpower the Jedi with his saber, and so he fell back, standing still a few metres away from the Jedi.

 

He used the force to lift up various objects, throwing them at the Jedi. He was gaining ground, and he ripped a large part of the wall from the house nearest to them, throwing it at the Jedi...