====== The Enclaves ======
It has been five years since the battle of Coruscant, the climax to the twenty year conflict known as the Mandalorian wars. The Jedi are on the run and have been reduced to nought but a rebellion, with pockets of resistance across the galaxy being all that remains to combat the tyranny of Mandalore the Ultimate’s warmongering empire. But still, even in these dark times do the peoples of the galaxy have hope, whilst most have submitted to the rule of the Mandalorians, there are men and women who would stand against them. Soldiers of the Old Republic fight on even to this day, in hopes that one day the Jedi will return.
This year, is 5 ABC. The year that the Jedi would go to war. One last time. In the far reaches of the galaxy, in the place known as the Unknown Regions in the Ursar sector, a Jedi Master by the name of Luthor Antilles felt a disturbance in the force. Causing him to call together his Enclave Council to assess the situation of the galaxy…
====== Ursar IV ======
The cold steel walls of the Enclave base rumbled and groaned as the weather upon the planet’s surface worsened, causing a mighty avalanche to rage on for miles across the snow-laden ground of Ursar IV. Fortunately for the Jedi that were hiding out there, their base happened to be one thousand feet beneath the snow and ice. It had been years since the few who had ever seen the base’s exterior had seen it, even then those whom had were far and few amongst the Enclave. One such person, was Luthor Antilles. The Grand Master of the order.
The human let a sigh creep from his wrinkled pink lips as he paced the lengths of the council hall, nervously awaiting the arrival of the five other councilmen to his presence. He felt uneasy, a feeling that had been evermore present in the years following the Mandalorian Wars, though due to recent events, he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was wrong at the present moment. Something dark had occurred recently, a horrible tragedy, one bad enough that it was capable of causing a wound in the flow of the force. Luthor was no stranger to such events, the same had occurred with the death of Revan. A moment in history that all Jedi alive at the time could remember, if you asked them.
His jet black robes and steel grey armour were a massive contrast to the pure white walls of the hall, his tall, hooded figure walking back and forth along the same line repeatedly made him seem like a machine more than a man. He walked in utter silence, wondering just what had happened. But whatever it was, he knew it bode ill for the state of the galaxy. Luthor looked around the room, taking in his surroundings once more. He didn’t know why, but when you’re a thousand feet below, everything becomes routine as you search for some way to pass the time. The circle of six chairs stood as the room’s centrepiece, their blood-red painted durasteel making them incredibly hard to miss. Various holocrons were embedded into the walls, ready for the viewing of those that were authorised access at any given time.
The man wondered what was taking his comrades so long, but quickly remembered that most were likely training their padawans or even classes of initiates when they were sent for. With the training rooms three floors below the council floor, he was not surprised that none had arrived yet. Deciding that he would become tired should he continue his anxious pacing, Luthor made his way to his seat, his boots clanging against the metallic floor of the chamber and into the council’s circle. In the surface area between the seats laid a white circle amongst the grey floor, emblazoned with the red insignia of the Ursar Enclave. A winged lightsaber being turned by six gears.
As Luthor took his seat, he pulled down his hood. Revealing beneath the scarred Caucasian skin that was adorned with a matte-black beard and the Grand Master’s long, tied back hair and his ice blue eyes. With a croak in his voice, Luthor simply said; “Holonet. On.” And with that, a trio of blue and orange spheres sparked to life before him, rotating around one another as they came from the centre of the circle to his very lap. He used his hands to ‘tear’ one of them open, laying it flat and hovering above his lap and displaying the condition of the base. At that point in time, it was running to the correct standard to accommodate the many cold blooded members of the Enclave, with the structure’s plasma generator producing enough power to keep the base fully operational. With nothing having to be kept off, though certain systems were kept off for the safety of its occupants, such as the shield generator and automated defence systems. As a second sphere drew closer to him, he typed in a series of numbers and letters, granting him access to the map of the Ursar system, which also showed space traffic. So far, everything was clear.
It was then that he heard the automatic double doors of the council chambers slide open and he looked up to see the first of his comrades enter the room.