Csilla
Lightsabers flashed across the battlefield as the Dark Jedi under the Sith Tribunal and the Jedi met on the battlefield. Each side charged across the icy plain of the planet Csilla as the battle raged on for the fourth day now. The two factions that so loathed one another for each other’s different philosophies were locked in a battle for control of the planet for its strategic location between the two main planets of the two factions. And so, the Jedi and the Dark Jedi of the Sith raged across the battlefield at one another with their lightsabers bared at one another. The two sides finally clashed, many of the frontline dying from the initial clash. The blades of their lightsabers clashed, making sparks and smoke rise into the frigid air. As the battle continued, dropships brought in more troops to reinforce both sides as more and more fell to their enemies’ blades.
The Jedi began to fall back in a frozen valley, and the Dark Jedi pushed forward into the valley, which turned out to be an ambush tactic by the Jedi. As soon as the Sith’s Dark Jedi forces entered the valley, the Jedi forces charged from both sides of the valley and swept through the flanks of the Dark Jedi and closed off the entrance to the valley while the Jedi forces they followed in charged from the front. The Dark Jedi forces were almost wiped out when the Jedi enacted their pincer maneuver, but the general of the Dark Jedi forces, Darth Genitrix was watching from her command post and was able to send in a bomber craft. The ship flew over the valley and dropped a few bombs onto one of the slopes of the valley, causing an avalanche.
The snow slid from the slope and buried the battle and those fighting in the battle. Barely any of either faction was able to get clear of the wave of snow that buried their allies. The Dark Jedi that survived continued their assault on the Jedi that survived and were able to sweep through them and wipe most of them out.
“My Lady?”
“You heard me. Order the bomber to strike the slope.”
“But, Lady Genitrix, that would cause an avalanche.”
“I know, you imbecile. I am not an idiot. Now, order it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A few minutes later, once the bomber had gone through with the orders of Lady Genitrix, the Asari Sith looked at the Dark Jedi sitting at the command console closer to her and simply smirked, as if saying sacrificing the amount of troops she just did was worth the outcome they just observed.
Eriadu
Fighters flew around one another, firing laser bolts and energy torpedos at one another. The Rebellion and the Republic were over the planet of Eriadu, fighting for control of the planet, but this was only one of many other battles across the galaxy. This planet, however, was an important planet along hyperspace trade routes. The fighters continued flying around one another and the flagships of both factions while a battle raged on the ground of the planet as well.
The Rebellion moved in across the bank of one of the many polluted rivers of Eriadu to try and get a better position over the Republic troopers. Unfortunately, on their way to get a better position they were ambushed by Republic troopers in power suits. The rebels moved onto a bridge and then four of the power suits opened fire on the bridge with the wrist-mounted gatling laser cannons. A lot of the rebels were mowed down before they were able to take cover on the other side of the bank. Once in cover, the rebels retaliated by firing upon the power suits with their mostly heat round weaponry and a few rocket launchers. The heavy troopers managed to take down two of the power suits, but the Republic troopers fired upon the rebels’ location with their shoulder-mounted rocket launchers.
The rockets took most of what was left of the rebels after the bridge. The power suits were just mowing them down; they were too much for normal weaponry, especially the antiquated heat round weapons of the Rebellion. While being pinned down, the rebel that was now in command after the deaths of the two other ranking officers managed to get a message out to a nearby patrol for help. It took the reinforcements another ten minutes to get to the river bank, and by that time the rebels’ cover was mostly chipped away by the firepower of the power suits. The reinforcements came in from the opposite bank and opened fire on the two power suits that were left. When one of the power suits turned and opened fire on the second group, the rebels were already behind cover. Their cover, too was being chipped away by the firepower of the power suit when one of the power suits exploded from the torso. A rusty, very jury-rigged power suit came around the bend of the river and opened fire on the remaining power suit. The power suit completely covered the pilot and was very rounded at the cockpit. There was a gatling gun that fired heat rounds protruding from the right arm as well as an older rocket launcher mounted to the right shoulder.
The older power suit was much slower than the newer model, but was able to pull out a victory through the act of surprise and ambush. The rebels came out from their cover and sent a signal the the fleet, marking the place of the battle for future scavenging of parts from the Republic’s power suits and then continued on their way to meet up with their company to make another push against the Republic and try and take one of the old factories to gain strategic cover as well as ground.
Rakata Prime
The silver blades of Scelus’s lightsabers flashed around the room, cutting down the droids he had programmed for a training session; all five found their marks in five different droids as he controlled them through the Force. Two more droids shot laser bolts at his back, and he responded by moving two of the silver-bladed lightsabers into a blocking position behind his back and leaping into the air and flipping behind one of the droids. He drew and ignited the curved-hilt lightsaber, freeing the dark yellow blade from the handle and cut one of the droids down from behind and cut the other down by one of the lightsabers he controlled through the Force. When the room was clear of the training droids, Darth Scelus pulled the five silver-bladed lightsabers in toward him, deactivated them, and then clipped them back to his belt before clipping his curved-hilt lightsaber back to his belt as well. Scelus then kneeled in the middle of the room with his knees bent up under him and began meditating, feeling his way through the Force. He was quite adept at this as he was the most skilled in the Force on the Sith Tribunal; his fellow members were just as skilled in other areas. Darth Reaver was the Blademaster of the Sith Order, and Darth Genitrix was a perfect balance of physical combat and the Force.
Scelus became lost in his thoughts and continued feeling the Force flow through the room and the temple in its entirety. The Dark Side was powerful on their new world, Rakata Prime; the planet was once home to the Rakata, who were a powerful people skilled in the Dark Side of the Force and was able to form an Empire throughout the galaxy. His breathing slowed, and soon he was searching the temple and sensing the inhabitants there. There were many Dark Jedi within the temple under the Tribunal. They were trained in the Dark Side, but were permitted to the title of Darth or the actual knowledge of the Sith like the Tribunal and their apprentices were.
About an hour later, Darth Scelus stood and exited the training room connected to his personal chambers. He entered the hallway and began to make his way to the meeting chamber of the Tribunal as they had a meeting today to discuss the battle raging on Csilla for control of the icy planet to further the war campaign they were leading against the Jedi Order. Dark Jedi bowed and moved out of his way as he made his way through the stone halls of the temple they had built on Rakata Prime. Scelus was the first to arrive to the meeting chamber and took his seat at one of the three tables that formed a triangle in the center of the stone room; he sat with the tips of his thumbs and index fingers touching and the rest of his fingers laced together. There was a soft beeping noise from his left, and then the holocommunicator activated and displayed the image of Darth Genitrix in her seat at the table.
“Ah, Lady Genitrix. I trust the battle goes well on Csilla?”
“Lord Scelus… I believe we should wait for our third member to join us before discussing the status of the battle?”
“Of course,” Scelus said with a slight smile that was hidden behind his white mask and the barest of nods.
Ilum
It’s too damn cold on this planet, Krios thought to himself as he awoke in his room that he had specially built to be as close as possible to an arid and warm environment. He got up and pulled on his Jedi robes, followed by an insulated and heated suit to prevent him from freezing due to his cold-blooded nature. Before he left his room, Krios clipped his lightsabers to his belt and checked the time on his omnitool; it was an hour before his mission briefing with the Jedi Council. He decided he would train for a bit before he met with the Council, so he made his way to one of the training chambers, where there were a class of Younglings training under one of the Masters. Krios managed to slip by the class without being questioned and found a private room off to the side.
He turned the training program on remotely with his omnitool and adjusted the level of the program to that of a battle with Dark Jedi surrounding him. The training droids dropped from his racks they were stored on and activated their holoplates to change their appearances into that of Dark Jedi. Krios took a deep breath and focused, centering himself through the Force and then unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and ignited the dark teal blades. He spun the one in his left hand to run along his arm in a blocking position and kept the other one in an offensive position, ready to strike out at the training droids; one of them charged from behind while another leapt at him from the left simultaneously. Krios fell into a crouching position and then leapt into the air, blocking the blow from the droid in the air and landed outside of the circle of droids.
Then he dashed forward, enhancing his speed with the Force, striking at the legs of one of the droids. The droid blocked the blow and spun around the strike at his head. Krios bent himself backwards as if playing limbo and then kicked out at the droid’s chest, falling onto to his back. The kick connected with the droid and sent it stumbling back. Two droids closed in on him to strike him while he was on the ground, but he managed to leap to his feet, blocking their blows with his sabers held in a reverse grip along the back of his arms. Krios trained for another forty minutes before shutting the program down and exiting the training chamber to make his way to the Council Chamber.
Malastare
The crowd erupted into booming applause and cheers as the pods clunked by and passed the finish line; only two more laps to go until a winner would be declared for the Phoebos Memorial Run. The crowd was made up of all sorts of beings from all over the galaxy. When the pods passed, the crowd went back to their seats and vid screens to watch the race progress around the track. A dark haired chiss sat watching the screen and simultaneously messing around on his datapad; it appeared that he was playing a game on it to pass the time while he waited for the race to be over. While it may have appeared he was just playing a game where he was a square jumping over triangles, the man was actually hacking his way into the betting tables of the race so that he could change his bet to the winner right as they crossed the finish line and could win a fortune. And so, he sat, watched, and hacked into the digital betting tables until the race was over. When the first pod crossed the finish line, Corrin keyed in a fake bet on the winning pod and slipped through the crowd to make his way to the collection booth.
He left the racetrack and made his way to a local cantina a much richer man. Corrin took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, pulling up his omnitool to transfer the appropriate credits to the cantina’s account for his drink. He sat and drank in silence and solitude while the rest of the cantina was abuzz with conversation, drunken singing, and drunken arguments about the race. Corrin managed to order three more drinks before his omnitool made a pinging noise. He tapped a button on it and listened to the message that came through; it was from the captain of the ship he agreed to join as their new slicer and mechanic, and they were inbound for Malastare to pick him up as he had told him he was unavailable until after the pod race he had just attended. Corrin got up from the barstool and made his way from the cantina and to the local hangar bay.
Lightsabers flashed across the battlefield as the Dark Jedi under the Sith Tribunal and the Jedi met on the battlefield. Each side charged across the icy plain of the planet Csilla as the battle raged on for the fourth day now. The two factions that so loathed one another for each other’s different philosophies were locked in a battle for control of the planet for its strategic location between the two main planets of the two factions. And so, the Jedi and the Dark Jedi of the Sith raged across the battlefield at one another with their lightsabers bared at one another. The two sides finally clashed, many of the frontline dying from the initial clash. The blades of their lightsabers clashed, making sparks and smoke rise into the frigid air. As the battle continued, dropships brought in more troops to reinforce both sides as more and more fell to their enemies’ blades.
The Jedi began to fall back in a frozen valley, and the Dark Jedi pushed forward into the valley, which turned out to be an ambush tactic by the Jedi. As soon as the Sith’s Dark Jedi forces entered the valley, the Jedi forces charged from both sides of the valley and swept through the flanks of the Dark Jedi and closed off the entrance to the valley while the Jedi forces they followed in charged from the front. The Dark Jedi forces were almost wiped out when the Jedi enacted their pincer maneuver, but the general of the Dark Jedi forces, Darth Genitrix was watching from her command post and was able to send in a bomber craft. The ship flew over the valley and dropped a few bombs onto one of the slopes of the valley, causing an avalanche.
The snow slid from the slope and buried the battle and those fighting in the battle. Barely any of either faction was able to get clear of the wave of snow that buried their allies. The Dark Jedi that survived continued their assault on the Jedi that survived and were able to sweep through them and wipe most of them out.
“My Lady?”
“You heard me. Order the bomber to strike the slope.”
“But, Lady Genitrix, that would cause an avalanche.”
“I know, you imbecile. I am not an idiot. Now, order it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A few minutes later, once the bomber had gone through with the orders of Lady Genitrix, the Asari Sith looked at the Dark Jedi sitting at the command console closer to her and simply smirked, as if saying sacrificing the amount of troops she just did was worth the outcome they just observed.
Eriadu
Fighters flew around one another, firing laser bolts and energy torpedos at one another. The Rebellion and the Republic were over the planet of Eriadu, fighting for control of the planet, but this was only one of many other battles across the galaxy. This planet, however, was an important planet along hyperspace trade routes. The fighters continued flying around one another and the flagships of both factions while a battle raged on the ground of the planet as well.
The Rebellion moved in across the bank of one of the many polluted rivers of Eriadu to try and get a better position over the Republic troopers. Unfortunately, on their way to get a better position they were ambushed by Republic troopers in power suits. The rebels moved onto a bridge and then four of the power suits opened fire on the bridge with the wrist-mounted gatling laser cannons. A lot of the rebels were mowed down before they were able to take cover on the other side of the bank. Once in cover, the rebels retaliated by firing upon the power suits with their mostly heat round weaponry and a few rocket launchers. The heavy troopers managed to take down two of the power suits, but the Republic troopers fired upon the rebels’ location with their shoulder-mounted rocket launchers.
The rockets took most of what was left of the rebels after the bridge. The power suits were just mowing them down; they were too much for normal weaponry, especially the antiquated heat round weapons of the Rebellion. While being pinned down, the rebel that was now in command after the deaths of the two other ranking officers managed to get a message out to a nearby patrol for help. It took the reinforcements another ten minutes to get to the river bank, and by that time the rebels’ cover was mostly chipped away by the firepower of the power suits. The reinforcements came in from the opposite bank and opened fire on the two power suits that were left. When one of the power suits turned and opened fire on the second group, the rebels were already behind cover. Their cover, too was being chipped away by the firepower of the power suit when one of the power suits exploded from the torso. A rusty, very jury-rigged power suit came around the bend of the river and opened fire on the remaining power suit. The power suit completely covered the pilot and was very rounded at the cockpit. There was a gatling gun that fired heat rounds protruding from the right arm as well as an older rocket launcher mounted to the right shoulder.
The older power suit was much slower than the newer model, but was able to pull out a victory through the act of surprise and ambush. The rebels came out from their cover and sent a signal the the fleet, marking the place of the battle for future scavenging of parts from the Republic’s power suits and then continued on their way to meet up with their company to make another push against the Republic and try and take one of the old factories to gain strategic cover as well as ground.
Rakata Prime
The silver blades of Scelus’s lightsabers flashed around the room, cutting down the droids he had programmed for a training session; all five found their marks in five different droids as he controlled them through the Force. Two more droids shot laser bolts at his back, and he responded by moving two of the silver-bladed lightsabers into a blocking position behind his back and leaping into the air and flipping behind one of the droids. He drew and ignited the curved-hilt lightsaber, freeing the dark yellow blade from the handle and cut one of the droids down from behind and cut the other down by one of the lightsabers he controlled through the Force. When the room was clear of the training droids, Darth Scelus pulled the five silver-bladed lightsabers in toward him, deactivated them, and then clipped them back to his belt before clipping his curved-hilt lightsaber back to his belt as well. Scelus then kneeled in the middle of the room with his knees bent up under him and began meditating, feeling his way through the Force. He was quite adept at this as he was the most skilled in the Force on the Sith Tribunal; his fellow members were just as skilled in other areas. Darth Reaver was the Blademaster of the Sith Order, and Darth Genitrix was a perfect balance of physical combat and the Force.
Scelus became lost in his thoughts and continued feeling the Force flow through the room and the temple in its entirety. The Dark Side was powerful on their new world, Rakata Prime; the planet was once home to the Rakata, who were a powerful people skilled in the Dark Side of the Force and was able to form an Empire throughout the galaxy. His breathing slowed, and soon he was searching the temple and sensing the inhabitants there. There were many Dark Jedi within the temple under the Tribunal. They were trained in the Dark Side, but were permitted to the title of Darth or the actual knowledge of the Sith like the Tribunal and their apprentices were.
About an hour later, Darth Scelus stood and exited the training room connected to his personal chambers. He entered the hallway and began to make his way to the meeting chamber of the Tribunal as they had a meeting today to discuss the battle raging on Csilla for control of the icy planet to further the war campaign they were leading against the Jedi Order. Dark Jedi bowed and moved out of his way as he made his way through the stone halls of the temple they had built on Rakata Prime. Scelus was the first to arrive to the meeting chamber and took his seat at one of the three tables that formed a triangle in the center of the stone room; he sat with the tips of his thumbs and index fingers touching and the rest of his fingers laced together. There was a soft beeping noise from his left, and then the holocommunicator activated and displayed the image of Darth Genitrix in her seat at the table.
“Ah, Lady Genitrix. I trust the battle goes well on Csilla?”
“Lord Scelus… I believe we should wait for our third member to join us before discussing the status of the battle?”
“Of course,” Scelus said with a slight smile that was hidden behind his white mask and the barest of nods.
Ilum
It’s too damn cold on this planet, Krios thought to himself as he awoke in his room that he had specially built to be as close as possible to an arid and warm environment. He got up and pulled on his Jedi robes, followed by an insulated and heated suit to prevent him from freezing due to his cold-blooded nature. Before he left his room, Krios clipped his lightsabers to his belt and checked the time on his omnitool; it was an hour before his mission briefing with the Jedi Council. He decided he would train for a bit before he met with the Council, so he made his way to one of the training chambers, where there were a class of Younglings training under one of the Masters. Krios managed to slip by the class without being questioned and found a private room off to the side.
He turned the training program on remotely with his omnitool and adjusted the level of the program to that of a battle with Dark Jedi surrounding him. The training droids dropped from his racks they were stored on and activated their holoplates to change their appearances into that of Dark Jedi. Krios took a deep breath and focused, centering himself through the Force and then unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and ignited the dark teal blades. He spun the one in his left hand to run along his arm in a blocking position and kept the other one in an offensive position, ready to strike out at the training droids; one of them charged from behind while another leapt at him from the left simultaneously. Krios fell into a crouching position and then leapt into the air, blocking the blow from the droid in the air and landed outside of the circle of droids.
Then he dashed forward, enhancing his speed with the Force, striking at the legs of one of the droids. The droid blocked the blow and spun around the strike at his head. Krios bent himself backwards as if playing limbo and then kicked out at the droid’s chest, falling onto to his back. The kick connected with the droid and sent it stumbling back. Two droids closed in on him to strike him while he was on the ground, but he managed to leap to his feet, blocking their blows with his sabers held in a reverse grip along the back of his arms. Krios trained for another forty minutes before shutting the program down and exiting the training chamber to make his way to the Council Chamber.
Malastare
The crowd erupted into booming applause and cheers as the pods clunked by and passed the finish line; only two more laps to go until a winner would be declared for the Phoebos Memorial Run. The crowd was made up of all sorts of beings from all over the galaxy. When the pods passed, the crowd went back to their seats and vid screens to watch the race progress around the track. A dark haired chiss sat watching the screen and simultaneously messing around on his datapad; it appeared that he was playing a game on it to pass the time while he waited for the race to be over. While it may have appeared he was just playing a game where he was a square jumping over triangles, the man was actually hacking his way into the betting tables of the race so that he could change his bet to the winner right as they crossed the finish line and could win a fortune. And so, he sat, watched, and hacked into the digital betting tables until the race was over. When the first pod crossed the finish line, Corrin keyed in a fake bet on the winning pod and slipped through the crowd to make his way to the collection booth.
He left the racetrack and made his way to a local cantina a much richer man. Corrin took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, pulling up his omnitool to transfer the appropriate credits to the cantina’s account for his drink. He sat and drank in silence and solitude while the rest of the cantina was abuzz with conversation, drunken singing, and drunken arguments about the race. Corrin managed to order three more drinks before his omnitool made a pinging noise. He tapped a button on it and listened to the message that came through; it was from the captain of the ship he agreed to join as their new slicer and mechanic, and they were inbound for Malastare to pick him up as he had told him he was unavailable until after the pod race he had just attended. Corrin got up from the barstool and made his way from the cantina and to the local hangar bay.
