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Pact

General Plot:

The Mandalorains feel that the Force Users’ are to blame for all the tragedies, war, and so on. They are now on a rampage to kill all who use the force, specifically targeting the Jedi due to their arrogant attitude. Sith are also being targeted, but not as heavily. Civilians with the force are given a chance to “give” up their powers through an extremely painful process. The war is still in its early stages, only a few worlds falling or allying with the Mandalorians so far.

Pact General Concepts:

The Mandalorians are sweeping the galaxy with their message of a Jedi free universe. A proposal has gone to the supreme council on Coruscant, proposing the allying of the GA to this new cause. The proposal has been heavily debated for some time, but has been recently approved due to recent rumors of the Jedi taking control of the GA to protect its self.

The sith have fortified themselves on the planet of Mustafar, planning to take control of the galaxy after the GA and the Mandalorians have exhaust themselves searching for the Jedi and other force users. Currently the leader of the sith is Lord Gnarl, he is ruthless and extremely powerful making the sith the last on the list to be attacked by the GA or Mandalorians.

The Jedi have fled for Dagobah, leaving no trace of their position. The leader of the Jedi is master Fliance; he has left some Jedi Masters to plead the case of the Jedi to the council, but remains doubtful of any changes. There are rumors that they have already been killed, but there is no confirmation. The Jedi have strong numbers and do not fear being wiped out, but are worried for the fate of the rest of the galaxy.

Pact Info:

Corellia, Coruscant, Cloud City, and Endor, Kamino have allied with the Mandalorians

Geonosis, Nar Shaddaa, and the Mon Calamari, Kamino* are secretly allied with the sith, but plead neutral with the GA.

Kashyyyk and Nelvaan are open supporters of the Jedi, but have taken no actions against the Mandalorians and the GA.

(Depending on your char certain worlds are dangerous to visit)

Starting guidelines

• You can start on any planet you want, but remember this isn’t before the pact, this is after so if you a sith on Corellia, you can’t be out saying “Hey look at me I make lightning”
• Mandos you can ally with anyone you want, but that will make you a target of everyone, even the person you ally with may try and kill you later.

• Don’t expect to always have action, sometimes it will info hunting.

To be continued with updates of progress of story.

Resource(Star Wars: Databank | Location Archive)

OOC(Star Wars: Pact)

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Aatos walks up to his freshly disabled target. Blaster marks still fresh on his knees and bends of his arms. "You jedi disgust me," he states as he pulls a lightsaber hilt from the firm casing on his leg.

"Still, I shall give you a worthy death, by the blade of one of your most coveted weapons," Aatos says as he extends two red beams from both ends of his saber hilt. He then slowly lifts the blade and then swiftly, but smoothly slides the blade right through the center of the helpless jedi's skull.

"Jedi just aren't made like they used to be," he says as he walks away from the corpse of yet another slain jedi and makes his way from the dark Coruscant ally.

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The Zabrak sat quietly in the bustling Corouscant cantina, his head bowed and his fingertips cradling the glass of clear liquid before him. He was wearing a warm cloak over the robe, the hood lowered to allow him some freedom to see. The robe was common for those of his clan to wear to display their rank of skill in the martial art practiced by his people, so it suited his own purposes perfectly. He did however, feel more than a touch wary of the metal weapon hidden under his cloak.

Taking another sip, he sloshed the water around in his mouth and peered through the crowd in search of the man he was here to meet. Sighing, Ta'Lan set the glass down on the table and glanced behind him. He was sitting in an alcove in the wall of the cantina, a darkened corner of the room that afforded him a good view of the entrance and very little opportunity for somebody to get behind him. Even though he had to fend off the occasional offer of narcotics, it was still a good spot.

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Run...

He ran through the crowds, pushing people out of the way,knocking them over. The people cursed at him, tried to grab him but he was too fast. He looked over his shoulder but there was no sign of the one hunting him. He changed his course when he saw an empty alleyway, seeing some sort of large trashcompacter he hid behind it, catching his breath and hoping that the thick crowd had managed to make the hunter loose track of him.

He was about to leave his hiding spot when he heard footsteps. Frozen in mid-motion his eyes widened. It couldn't be... who was this guy! The footsteps stopped and then he heard a voice that sounded like it was coming through a breathing filter of a helmet. "Come out... now..."

He did as was asked and moved out of his hiding place and looked at the one who had hunted him for the last 2 days. A humanoid wearing white and grey armour was looking at him through the black visor of his white helmet, aiming a blaster rifle at his chest. "And so this hunt ends."

"WAIT!" He raised his hands, a look of despair on his face. "You don't have to do this! I can pay whatever you wan-"

The armoured hunter shook his head. "I never quit a job."

He bowed his head when the hunter said that. "Then I guess there's no escape..." He raised his head again but the look of despair was gone and now a look of glee was in place. He made a hand gesture and smiled. "You don't want to kill me..."

The hunter stared at him for what seemed like an hour before he cocked his head and raised his rifle to aim at his head. "I hate force users who think I'm weakminded." And he pulled the trigger.

Sarzum walked of the alleyway, leaving the corpse of the force user for the scavengers of Nar Shaddaa to find and loot. He didn't know if the force user was one of those dark- or light side jedi all he cared for was if the new ammount of credits was transferred to his private account. "A fine hunt but an unworthy prey..." Walking through the streets of Nar Shadda he made his way to the nearest cantina he needed a good drink and maybe he could find a new job.

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The Dawn of a New Age

They had snapped. They had always been disgusted in Jedi, always involving themselves in Mando business, always interfering with Mando wars and taking Mando lives. That's how Kael Fi'Orn viewed it anyway, the Jedi thought they were civilized, yet they still crafted blades second to almost none, Kael glanced at his Beskar sword and grinned. They still fought a war using Mandalorian blood as their primary troop. They still used the Mandalorians to get the best verpine technology from planet Mandalore's neighbouring and allied planet Roche. It made him laugh, a society dedicated against war, yet prepared better for it than almost anyone else. It was funny, he couldn't bring himself to say sith were the same, why? Sith paid better.

This all went through Kael's head as he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling. He was in his ship just outside coruscant atmosphere. Suddenly the proximity alarms flared and Kael was up just as fast, already racing to the cockpit of his Mandalorian Fast-Attack ship Skirata. Laser fire singed the side of his ship, two XJ7's zipped past his viewport firing right at him.
"Fierfek, Kriffing Jedi scum!", he cursed and sped downward almost ninety degrees unleashing a volley of fire at the first XJ7, seeing it explode in a mad fiery rage. Three more XJ7 popped up on his radar, his eyes widened, "I'm borked", he cursed again. He pulled back on his hyperdrive lever, and with another three buttons converted all firepower to shields. The ship rocked as the four X-Wings blasted away, he was about to try something risky.
"3...2...1...", Skirata lunged forward into hyperspace right towards coruscant, just as fast Kael pulled forward the lever pulling him out of hyperspace just inside Coruscant atmosphere. He turned on his fake ID tags and landed. He was exhausted, and quickly fell asleep.

[[[[ Kael's Ship: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/ima...ttack_ship.JPG ]]]]

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He stood, the empty glass clinking with the dimly lit metal table as he released his gentle grip. Buttoning up the cloak from the waist up, he frowned as his fingers gasped the cloth hood, the soft material resting on the tips of his horns as he raised it over his head. A quick glance around followed by a disgruntled sigh sped him on his way to the bar, where he waited patiently for the bartender's attention.

Speaking in a smooth, deep baritone, Ta'Lan held up a datadisk with a credit chip pressed to it. "If a Veknoid comes here looking for one of the Ika, see he gets this disk." The tender nodded and took both the chip and the disk, pocketing the money as Ta'Lan turned away from the bar.

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Elyse sighed as she walked out of the cantina, her visor tightly held over her eyes. She had no problem wearing it when she was working as a mercenary, but having to all the time to avoid being hunted down was getting rather tiring. Good thing, then, that I found myself a surgeon... she thought, walking for a good ten minutes before she came to the ally where the door was located.

She walked inside, stopping at a lock to input the code she'd been given, but not before taking out her blaster pistol, holding it so that it would be difficult to see. She stepped inside, walking forwards into the rather dirty looking room. Only seconds later, a door slid open on the far side, and in walked the man she had talked to already; though she hadn't met him in person. She took off her visor.

"Ah, yes... Miraluka, hmm? Dangerous for you to be here on Corellia, no?" he asked.

"Shall we just get on with it?" she said impatiently.

"Well... there has been... a change of plans..."

"Mmm, I know," she replied in a tired tone, quickly pointing the blaster behind her, and firing into a dark corner next to the door. A pained grunt was heard, and then a man fell forward, onto the ground, a large blast hold in his chest. "Now, you're going to do what we agreed on, and you're going to do it without putting me under, and if you have a problem with that..." she said, pointing the blaster at him, "You aren't going to leave this room alive."

"Right, of course," the surgeon replied, swallowing hard as he looked over at the corpse of his brother, "Take a seat."

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About an hour later, the surgeon took a few steps back from the table in the middle of the room, and Elyse sat up, the blaster still aimed at the man. She took a medical scanner of the small desk next to the table, and aimed it at her eyes. "Good," she said, as the scanner indicated no problems.

"See? Just like I said... nobody will know the difference... not even basic scans..." he said nervously, "I mean, in depth scans would detect it at a genetic level, but..."

"You do good work," she admitted, sitting the scanner down, and her finger tightened on the trigger, "I'm sorry I have to do this, but you've given me no reason to trust you." The statement was actually quite sincere; she really didn't want to have to kill either of them, but in a kill or be killed scenario, she preferred the former over the latter.

She walked back out into the ally, heading for the nearest landing docks, her visor now hooked on her belt. Blue eyes now took the place of the white orbs that used to give away her identity as a Force-user.

Sarzum entered a cantina called the 'Hutt's happy Stomach', the other patrons glanced at him for a moment before returning their attention back to their drinks and conversations. He walked to the counter and looked at the bartender. A patched up model 4 server droid looked at him with its sensorballs. "What can I do for you kind customer?"

Sarzum leaned at the counter. "A private booth with a com-unit where I can have some peace and quiet and a Corellian ale."

"Certainly sir! Both are available, a private booth costs extra of course and in the case of a meeting were things go messy you will also have to pay for the cleaning services."

Sarzum stared at the droid, he didn't liked droid especially the models designed to serve like this one did they always sounded too much cheerful for his taste. He handed over a bunch of credits. "Will this suffice?"

"Yes sir!" The droid retrieved the credits with 2 arms while a third was tapping a glass full of liquid. "And here's your ale sir, booth 13 is available to you now."

Sarzum nodded towards the droid, picked up the glass and moved to booth 13. He removed the helmet of his head and sighed happily when he was able to breath the 'fresh' air the normal way instead of through a filter. He activated the com-unit and checked his bankaccount. Smiling when he saw his latest employer had transferred the credits.

Closing his bankdata he opened some private files and was shown a several names. "Let's see who I'll be hunting next..."

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The Dawn of a New Age

[[[[I'm gunna reveal some history here]]]]

Kael, had left his ship about an hour ago, leaving it docked under tight security. He pulled a small plastisteel cylinder from him pouch and popped it open. He grabbed a cigarra from in it and lit it with a lighter he always had tucked under his glove. He walked down a dirty coruscant street, his helmet held to his side, one arm holding the cigarra to his mouth. Mixtures of efflux residue moisture made the ground shine as if it rained, it made him chuckle, the only rain coruscant had ever seen was the acid kind, and you wouldn't be outdoors when that happened. He took a few more steps until he reached a cantina. An ugly rodian bouncer stepped in front of the door.

"None, of your kind here", he squeaked.

"A Brave one, where is the Jedi who payed you to do this", Kael rudely blew the cigarra smoke in the rodians face. The rodian moved for his blaster but stopped half way to see the mandalorian's already pressed against his stomach.
The rodian jolted back and cowered down the street. "Di'kut", Kael muttered pulling open the door to the cantina. He noticed a cautious figure in the back corner of the cantina. Kael approached him but stopped frozen in place.

"Pliken?", Kael exclaimed as the cautious figure arose.

"Yes", he smiled

"Your no Jedi, why the rodian bouncer? If you wanted a job done, why not just contact via my helmet me?", Kael scowled, he hated being played like that.

"Honestly, Kael, do you think after what we've been through, you'd have come if I contacted you long distance", he chuckled.

"How did you-", Kael started

"Know you'd come here? Well, your a drunk, who has a prepaid parking spot near here, and if a squeaky rodian stood up to you, you'd get real curious, real fast, I'm surprised he's still alive actually", Pliken grinned.

"Okay, I didn't want to waste ammo on that worthless life, and i'm still not doing a job for you", he turned away.

"Listen, it isn't my fault your Buir died during my last mission", he exhaled

"Then who's is it", Kael replied angrily

"I reckon it's his", he chuckled to himself.

"Chakaar!!", Kael swore loudly and swung his fist connecting with Pliken's nose, Pliken pulled him down with him, but just as quickly Kael headbutt him knocking him unconcious.

He stood up and peered over to one of Pliken's advisors, "I'll do the job", and with that his exited the cantina, no longer thirsty for ale, he put on his helmet, and his face was yet again replaced by a T-Shaped visor...

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