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LEGACY: The Survivor |
| It was the height of the war; the Force was filled with the noise of a galaxy tearing itself apart along the lines made by civilization and conflict. It was a time when I sat to the left of the Grand Master, her unseen hand in matters that she could not be publicly involved. Every day I walked in the shadowy areas of the Force on her orders, carrying out operations that were of the essence of what it meant to be Jedi, but not of the ideals. The fundamental principal of what it meant to be Jedi along with awareness of ebbs and flows in the tidal current of the Force guided my hand. It was through the actions that I took, the directions I gave and the changes I began to feel in the Force that I came to realize that the esoteric lines drawn along the grand spectrum of the Force were penned by ego and a ways to unite people. Shallow ideals were developed on all sides and those ideals formed Orders, Empires and Civilizations but by doing so the galaxy lost a core understanding of itself. No two sides are truly different, no one side is the ultimate right or the ultimate wrong; the spectrum of the Force encompasses everything and blends them all together. Knowing that, I was able to be called by my peers and was able to still call myself Jedi, though much of what I had done went against our lines. It was a dark time for everyone, but my understanding gave me hope and the light that is hope will always guide you to the light. I forged on. |
Act 1: Scene 1 |
| Hidden in the service ducts and surrounded by mechanical life that hummed and hissed, I waited. I could feel Talzea and the rest of my Jedi peers in the Force their purpose a brilliant flame. We knew our mission, we knew why we had come and we knew what was going to be accomplished. In a sense I was Talzea's insurance, should she fall to Banik on the bridge it would fall to me to assassinate him when his guard was down; it was a simple plan on paper one that she and I had gone over many times and refined to perfection. So I arrived ahead of the main Jedi force and hid myself deep within the bowels of the great ship to wait. So far, everything had been going according to the plan. I knew the strike-team had reached the bridge and I waited for the maelstrom of Force energy to ignite as Talzea and Banik clashed. I expected it and truth be told, I welcomed it. It would be unlike anything seen before, I was certain of that. What I was not expecting was a surge of raw surprise and disbelief from the Jedi force. What was going on?! What had Banik done?! I didn't know and every fiber of my body was screaming for me to leave my post and go to the aid of my peers, but to do so would be to act against the will of the Force. So I stayed put and it wasn't long before Talzea's voice cried out over the comm. "Everyone get to the escape pods NOW!" I had never heard her like this before. Curiosity got the better of me and I activated my personal comm. "Talzea!" "Seamus extract," I could tell she was running, and running hard, not caring who heard her. "It's Banik. He is--" With that the comm went dead and I hesitated for a moment; a moment that would change the course of my future forever, though I didn't know it at the time. It was only a few minutes, moments, I didn't know how long before the Force itself started to burn with a rage and despair so intense that it took physical form, green flames rushed throughout the ship incinerating everything. I felt lives wink out by the hundreds! Banik was incinerating his own people to get the Jedi! I knew then that I had to stand firm. Banik was here, Talzea had been forced to retreat but I was still undiscovered, still determined to complete my mission in Talzea's stead. I fell deep, deep into the Force then as the green flames tried to tear my body asunder. My hope, determination and loyalty to my cause manifested through the Force surrounding me with energy. Through the pain of my body being rent by energies so intense that it couldn't not physically withstand it, I heard or felt I'm not really sure, the hyperdrive of the great ship grind into life; there was a great pulling sensation as something happened. Then there was silence. Pure silence and stillness. Exhausted, injured beyond anything I had experienced, I collapsed. |
Act 1: Scene 2 |
How much time passed before I came to, I do not know. It couldn't have been much, as my wounds had only just started to heal. But since then, I know it's been weeks and those weeks have been the roughest, most trying I've ever been through. Still aboard the great ship, I had no way to communicate with the outside world other than the Force...but even the Force felt weird; different somehow. What had happened?! |
Act 1: Scene 3 |
Fourteen. Thousand. Years. I can't wrap my mind around it! Fourteen thousand years ago was a few weeks ago for me. There are no words to even begin to describe it--Talzea, Sebastian, Colm...Val!--all my old allies and friends are just gone. No closure for me or for them...I wonder if they thought me killed in battle? Did they think I might have survived since they never felt me die? Always been part of the Bogan and somehow privy to their plans? Talzea would have known better, damnit! All these unanswered questions, all that has happened! My mind, it's full of whirling thoughts and feelings; even the Force feels different. Older. Dimmer, somehow. Then there's that woman...who strode about Banik Keladra's chambers without any respect or knowledge of who he was or what he had done. What has happened to the damn galaxy in all this time?! History seems to have repeated itself, with these Sith ruling everything and Courscant leveled. But there's one difference...there are no Jedi. No bright lights in the Force full of purpose and enlightenment that have always guided them. I need to find them, these half-Jedi...finding them will give me a mission, teaching them what they once were, about the new understanding of the Force that Talzea and I had begun to see. |
Act 2: Scene 1 |
Never in my life have I seen anything as pathetic, as disgraceful and as devastating as the Jedi Order in this age. They have forgotten what it means to be Jedi, they have forgotten the traditions and teachings that are meant to guide us. Those sorry idiots are a conglomerate of fools and vigilantes. I decided to remind them of what they were, of what they should be and could be but my please and guidance fell on deaf ears. Their leader, this Ebberla Daw (a despicable, self-centered woman), didn't even bother to defend herself or defend her actions as Grandmaster. She simply chose to leave...once again weakening the Jedi. Apparently, this Empress Andraste destroyed a world and sacred the Jedi into hiding. In ordering the Jedi to retreat, it seems that Ebberla broke the Jedi Order, a feat I would have thought impossible. Now the 'Jedi' as they like to call themselves are more concerned with their own survival rather than bother to think on what Andraste's existence might mean. They are so blinded by selfish desires to preserve their own life that they have forgotten their duty. Andraste is a manifestation of the Force itself. The Empress is a being created by and for the Force to help maintain its natural balance of light and dark, but she grew to love the power the Force had given her. She honed it, lived it, breathed it so much so that it has begun to consume her and drive her to madness. She has grown too strong and the Force is aware of it. I can feel the Force beginning to move. The Will of the Force seeks only balance and we are powerless to stop it. Would the Force simply remove sentience from existence if Andraste and her Imperium of Darkness grow too powerful? Do I let that happen? Do I stand against Andraste and perhaps defeat her, perpetuating the war that sentient manipulation of the Force has created, perhaps giving the galaxy a few millennia to rebuild until one side or the other grows too strong again and the Force sends another paragon? I have tempered the resolve to do either, should the Jedi, the greatest light the galaxy has in this time of need not rise to the challenge. If the Jedi regain a sense of who they are, of what they are, then we stand a chance. If they do not then all that lies ahead is ruin. |
Act 2: Scene 2: Malastare |
| In the fire of death and the stench of devastation that was the ruined husk of Malastare there was still the Force. It was not the Force created by the passive existence of life. It was the wild energy that existed deep within the miasma. That energy had been drawn from across the galaxy to the dying world by sentience and a desire to ruin. Unnatural fires burned green and silver, violet and blue lighting flashed. Massive shards of the world's crust took flight as weapons. Force energy itself was shaped into claws to tear the flying mountains apart. Two men were fighting a battle eons old and though they were catalyst for ruin, it was as though the Force was fighting itself. They were opposite each other, one drew on the unrestrained Force through fear, the other called on that same power to protect. It was the dogma of light and dark given form and neither side was winning. All that their battle brought to Malastare was devastation. There came a point where the fighting stopped, where the Force itself cried out to both. The Force cried pain and loss in their minds. The one that drew on the Force out of fear and uncertainty grew calm. The one that drew on the Force out of resolution and duty became aware. Both ceased their fighting and turned their vast power on themselves, tearing apart their own bodies and willing their existence through space, leaving behind the burning and damaged husk of a world before they caused it to vanish completely. |
Act 2: Scene 3 |
| So it would seem that I am the last of a dying breed. The Jedi have failed in this era. They are done. Nothing but corruption and heartbreak will come from their lack of conviction and enlightenment. I will bear the title of Jedi no longer. The Jedi died sometime in the distant past, the fools who call themselves thus now are nothing but a band of vigilantes operating under the cover of an institution that served the galaxy for ages untold. They will never be able to rise to the challenge of removing the Empress' taint from the Force. She has twisted it, caused harm to something that is eternal. She has done what Banik Keladra failed to do and what I failed to stop. So I have changed coats. On Tatooine I met a Sith who was more Jedi than any to claim the title in this era. On Trigalis Ebberla Daw, the woman who I had blamed for the Jedi's failings, showed me it was something the Jedi had long since suffered. Their half-knowledge of what they were has been present since Luke Skywalker--these Skywalkers are nothing but trouble--tried to reform the Jedi after having been shaped into a weapon by Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their failings to teach him principal echo down to now, when the Force is rebelling and the galaxy sliding towards chaos. When the galaxy needs her Jedi most, they are not there and they will never be. Alone I do not have the power to stop what is happening. I wish dearly that I could give my life to save others the pain and suffering that will come, but that is impossible for me. So I have turned to the Sith, the very Order that the Empress leads. Their Dark Lord is an interesting man, just like the lizard Vereor, he seems to understand that the farther you fall to the darkness there comes a point where you can either sacrifice your humanity or circle back around to the light; just as I discovered a similar point at the other extreme. I healed him, restored his body to a point before the Empress' corruption had ever touched him so that he may lead the Sith, when the time is right, down the proper path. I will be there, at his side, when it all comes to the final moments and I am prepared and I have not lost hope. As long as I draw breath, the Jedi Order lives. |
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TYPE | CHARACTERS | TITLE |
| [LEGACY] [ASK] [LEGACY] [ASK][AoA] [LEGACY] [ASK] [MAIN THREAD] [ASK] [ASK] [ASK] [COUNCIL] [ASK] [MAIN THREAD] [ASK] [ASK] [ASK][Duel] [ASK] | ACE Ebb Council/Ebb/Banik Geist Everyone Ebb/Murielle/Roy Jedi Order Roy Nakoma Elliot Jedi Council Larik Von/Akrasia Kaythous Ebberla Vereor Geist | Sands of Time Then and Now Across the Ages Blame it on the Falling Sky And The Word Was... In Circles Call To Action Strategy Games Ashes to Anarchy Attack on Malastare The Fight For a Higher Council A Man and an Enigma but a Jedi The Battle of Fondor [S2E4 War] You Gotta Lift With Your Knees A Fine Balance A Light in the Dark Going Down the Stony End |
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