Dark Roots and The Call of Battle

[Star Wars Legacies]

A Place of Power​

An aging cruiser, the Nadir, floats through the inky blackness of deep space. One of the few remaining ships of the Jedi Exiles, it drifts in low power mode to conserve fuel.

The bridge, dimly lit save for a holoprojection of the Outer Rim, seems to permeate a darkness that transcends physical illumination. Three figures are gathered near the projection, contemplating the information displayed.

“Perhaps Ossus,” A soft voice uttered, the lilting tone coming from a white haired Devaronian woman, voice matching her unassuming appearance. “Capturing the library there would strike a great blow to the Jedi.”

“Striking blows, killing Jedi, is that all you consider Essia?” The second figure stepping forward into the blue light of the hologram, A tall and solidly built Cathar woman, fur raised and teeth bared in frustration. “We need to establish a base and forti-”

“Kill Jedi.” A lightsaber igniting with a snap-hiss. Bloody red light competing with the blue wash of the hologram. The blade’s bearer, hooded and masked, glaring with bloodshot red eyes at one who would place herself as an obstacle. Pausing mid sentence, the Cathar looked back and forth between the masked figure and the Devaronian, who herself had shifted to lay hands on the twin sabers at her belt with a shrug and a smile.

“Fine.” Snarling as she conceded her point, backing away from the holoprojector, seething. Her eyes remained on the two fellow darksiders, wary that they would decide to strike with the advantage of numbers. All three heads turned as footsteps echoed through the bridge, a figure emerging from the open blast doors.

“Now now, no need for that Eternal, put that thing away before someone gets hurt.” A smiling, handsome face emerging from the darkness. The masked figure stared, seeming to turn the man’s words over in its twisted mind. After a tense several seconds, the blue light once more dominated the room as the lit lightsaber disappeared with a hiss. “Ryras is right you know, we do need to set down roots, but don’t worry you two can have your Jedi killing fun. Now,” Idly raising a finger and wavering over the map for a moment before placing it to hover next to a planetoid.

“Anzat? Really Zerek?” Muttering in disbelief, the Cathar’s hackles raised once more as she stepped forward, ready to argue the former Jedi’s decision.

“Yes Anzat, its perfect. Strong in the Darkside with inhabitants dangerous to the Jedi.” Smirking at the woman’s confrontational nature.

“Dangerous to us too!” Growling in rage, already having worked into a fury from her confrontation with the other two Warlords.

“Well then i guess we will need you and your Templars to keep us safe.” eyes twinkling with laughter at the woman’s rage.

“Oh now you’re going to tell me what to do! I’ll tell you wha…”

Arguing voices echoed down the hallway, followed by the light footsteps of the masked figure, retreating from the noise. “Take them hours to decide.” Muttering under its mask, The Eternal had better things to do than listen to the bickering of children.

The Call of Battle​

The call to arms has been issued. The Warlords Ryras Nur, Essia Contaris, and The Eternal have gathered what scattered Exiles who will heed their call. Intent on storming the Jedi’s Great Library of Ossus, they proceed warily, lacking the forces to charge headlong into battle. Those who answer the call are charged with procuring the means to lay siege to the Great Library, through whatever means necessary. While the Library will likely be lightly defended, the Jedi Consulars who dwell there are powerful in the ways of the force, and will not let their home and place of knowledge be taken easily.

Dark Roots​

The Exiles have learned from the mistakes of the past. With no place to fall back to during the war, they were swiftly driven from the Republic after the disastrous defeat on Tython. Warlord Zerek Xesh has called forces to him in order to establish a foothold on the dark planet of Anzat. A world of spires rising from ever present mist, the inhabitants of the planet are predators who hunt sentient beings to consume their brain-matter, which they call “Soup”. They are particularly fond of the Soup of force users. Several trade port space stations float above the planet, where most trade with the nearby systems is conducted. These ports of call are rampant with crime and desperation, and off-worlders are encouraged to spend what time they do in the system off the planet. Diplomacy, conquest, or through other means, a base of operations must be established on Anzat, by the orders of Warlord Xesh.