Bastions Of Knowledge Run-On

Greetings Urrians,

The time has come that we embark on the Odan-Urr official run-on. This run-on takes place in the events following the end of the Bastions Of Knowledge fiction as written by Rollmaster Morotheri. What happens during this run-on will go down as house canon. The purpose of this activity is to engage everyone in progressing and adding on to the Odan-Urr mythos we are striving to create as a community. It is important that everyone follow the rules, stay within the framework of the objectives and engage in discussion with your fellow participants to make this shit even more epic. We’re still a relatively new house and we have proven that we can hold our own. But now is the time that we move on into the next chapter of house history and prove, not to the Brotherhood, but ourselves that we are able to avoid the pitfalls that Revan fell into and can thrive. We can do it everyone, so lets have some fun while we’re at it eh?

-QUA Drodik Va'lence al'Tor


Run-On Rules/Guidelines/Read this shiz everyone:

1- Stay within the framework of the Run-On competition. Do not stray off on tangent solo storylines unless you have permission.
2- Obey the objectives- Ever so often if necessary when the story has reached a critical point an objective will be given for which the focus of the run-on should be loosely placed on.
3- Use teamwork and communicate with your fellow participants to develop a quality story.
4- Refer to both the Pillars and Bastions fictions as necessary.
5- Be respectful of each others’ characters. In run-ons typically what happens to a character is permanent, so no deaths or limb chopping without permission from the characters owner.
6- Know your characters strengths and limitations and those of your teammates. DB guidelines referring to ranks still apply. No godmode, if you are a JH you will not win against an EQ3, tough nuts but it is just not gonna happen, k?
7- Granted we are in a fictional universe with its own rules of physics and what not, but stay within the accepted “reality” of the Star Wars universe, got it?
8- No killing any major characters, Odanite and NPC alike (Cy, Gideon, City/Jedi Council, Ozan etc. etc.)
9- Pace yourselves- There is no time limit to finish the run-on but rewards will not be given until the entire run-on reaches completion or near/completion.
10- Have fun, you’re all a great bunch so I know this should be fun
11- The last rule: There are no rules…..just kidding theres 10 of them this one is just a joke. Stop reading this go write some badass run-on fic!


Awards: 3rd Level Crescents w/necessary downgrade.


Run-On Objectives:
5/15/12: The Holocron of Antiquities has been stolen during an attack on Arca Praxeum. Jedi must assemble and investigate the theft. Report to the High Council with findings to proceed to the next objective.

7/23/12-8/6/12: A surprise attack has been launched on the Halls Of The Watchmen while another unit assaults the Praxeum once more. Using your character or an alternate character depict their perspective of the harrowing event.

Important Links:
1- The Run-On: viewtopic.php?f=172&t=6641
2- Run-On Discussion Board: viewtopic.php?f=172&t=6642
3- Competition Listing: http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/dbjedi/competition.php?id=6382
4- Pillars Of Menat: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/The_Pillars_Of_Menat
5- Bastions Of Knowledge: http://odanurr.wordpress.com/category/official-fiction-updates/

Jedi District- Arca Praxeum Training Facility- 12 Days Ago

The smell of smoke filled the surrounding area whilst the sun Y’hi set into the evening. The twilight hours were filled with fear as dozens of citizens formed multiple water lines in defense of the encroaching fire. Random blaster fire scorching the dry structures allowed the fire to begin in mulitiple areas of the Jedi district, the area comprising the Jedi’s Halls Of The Watchmen, and the Arca Praxeum training facility.

Some members of the Kotahitanga-Unity Defense Force had rushed in to quell the blazes while others members of the K.U.D.F. kept vigilant patrol over the city and guard over the captured attackers. The attackers themselves, around ten of them lined the large stone wall separating the Jedi district from Menat Ombo. K.U.D.F. security officers paced around them as they awaited word on where to take them. The fighting had only ceased ten minutes prior with the retreat of the attacking horde.

Two blue eyes scanned through the dust and rubble from a section of the once newly constructed Praxeum. The High Councilor tread through the debris along with the other Odanites present. The impressive Praxeum itself was still standing, but it was at this section the most fighting occurred. A few bodies of Tythonian citizens caught in the chaos littered the street, victims of the senseless raid. But was it senseless? Attacking the Praxeum of all places, and the holocron stolen? Senseless wasn’t the word, this move had motive.


Halls Of The Watchmen- Council of Urr Chambers

The light of the morning spilled out into the circular domelike room of the Halls Of The Watchmen through the large windows running alongside the walls. The new council chambers, a recent addition to the Hals had been made to resemble the old chamber in Ooroo Abbey which had by now been remade into the Menat Council meeting chambers. The large stone floor of the chamber had a carved relief of the circular Odan-Urr crest set into the floor around which stood 7 empty chairs equidistantly spaced apart. As one entered the large domed room they would see the High Councilors chair at the far end of the circle with the 6 surrounding seats. Around the perimeter a cushioned wood bench arced around the room ending nearly full circle at the door leading into the room. Looking up into the dome one would have seen an impressive holographic display of celestial bodies, a gift to the Jedi from one of Menat Ombo’s technological artisans.

The High Councilor moved about the room with a slow albeit precise swiftness as he took his seat in the Council Chambers between Master Morotheri and his former Councilors seat which now sat vacant. Something was amiss however. The Nagai short of breath and paler than usual looked over to the Miralukan, “Call them in please.”

The Rollmaster stood from his seat and raised an upturned hand toward the door. He returned to his seat as several of Odan-Urrs finest walked inwardly. They assembled themselves atop the crest in the center of the room. Drodik stood and slowly approached them. The gaunt man, who was usually youthful and with vigor was now covered in robes and walked with the air of an ill and aged man.

“The Praxeum,” he began, “-has been attacked. We do not know which parties are involved which is why you have been summoned here. All of you come of your own volition to partake in the investigation.” He said as he coughed. “The Holocron of Antiquities has been stolen, we know not why nor by whom. I advise you all to not jump to conclusions about the theft but investigate this crime thouroughly. K.U.D.F. is on stand-by should they be needed and the entire city is in quarantine. Report back here with your findings and we may proceed from there.” He said as he sat back down.

“May the force be with you.”

Elleron and the others bowed to the High Councilor and promptly left the council chamber. The boy had spent a lot of the past 12 days tending to some of the more badly injured victims of this brutal attack. He spent much of his time in studies, and was hoping to become a healer some day, maybe even find a cure for his 'condition'. He had some leads to follow, and he would need to send a message to his father the next time he was stationed on Sanctuary, the Cardan I-class space station that kept a watchful eye on New Tython and its inhabitants. While his father would not be able to help him directly, one of his contacts could - hopefully before it was too late.

Focus your mind, Padawan, his 'condition' chided him. Obediently, he cleared his mind and instead considered the task ahead. The suffering he had witnessed during the invasion of New Tython had driven him into himself, but now, strengthened by Denath's teachings, he could muster the courage to face such horrors head first - or relinquish control, and allow Denath to take care of it. Possession by a Dark Jedi Master had its advantages.

The rest of the group had already been discussing how they would go about the investigation, whether some should examine the Halls and some the Praxeum, or whether they should travel together as a group. Elleron had no need for the protection of the group, and Denath had protected him from the Chamber of Antiquities and its temptations in the past. "I'll examine the Praxeum," Elleron announced. "I agree that it would be a better idea to split up and examine both here and the Praxeum at the same time." He gave them a curt, slightly uncomfortable nod, and marched away, followed by some of them.

Others among the group eyed him suspiciously. Denath's possession made him an occasionally volatile member of House Odan-Urr. Denath would resurface, take control, and exhibit a remarkably different and dangerous personality. Elleron surmised that sending someone as volatile as himself to the Chamber would not appear to be a popular idea, but Denath had really been more cooperative lately. Only with you, Denath pointed out. But you can count on me for now. I want to see where this is going.
Nice to see you're as reassuring and comforting as always, Elleron teased, but he believed him. Elleron could sense the fire buring inside him, hungering for answers.

Denath could feel his satisfaction and his trust. Before too long, that trust would prove itself very... useful.

Halls of The Watchmen - Great Hall

An incandescent cerulean glow from the stained glass portraits of the most respected Jedi reflected throughout the Great Hall as the Council of Odan-Urr's summons concluded. Often referred to as the ‘Hall of Mirrors’, a spectacular optical illusion is created by the two smooth, polished granite walls on either side of the room, creating the captivating illusion that the hall itself is an infinite expanse of towering pillars, supporting an equally limitless ceiling. Soft, nearly inaudible whispers could be heard between the members of the Council of Urr as they descended the wide circular steps into the hall. Bringing his gaze down upon the Council, the miralukan Rollmaster count count all but the High Councilor present within the hall, who had stayed behind to ponder on the next course of action.

Slowly, the High Councilor emerged from the propped open doors of the Council Chamber as he glided down the semicircular steps towards the Rollmaster. The nagai's eyes were weary from the long session within the Council Chambers, and his gaze appeared to look straight through the miralukan Rollmaster. As he reached the end of the stairs with slow, calculated strides, he signaled for the Rollmaster to follow. Whatever secrets New Tython was hiding, the jedi would get to the bottom of it.

“Morotheri, this is madness.” He said as he coughed, “The Holocron of Antiquities was scheduled to arrive in Menat Ombo in the same week of the attack.” Morotheri came to a halt, “Master Va’lence are you suggesting that we may have agents in the Praxeum?” Surely not, he thought to himself, but if there was such an ulterior motive, what was its purpose, and what did it have to do with the Holocron? He shuddered at the thought as the memories of his brief contact with the artifact came flooding back into his mind.

The High Councilor looked over his shoulder after another coughing fit, “Perhaps, but it is more likely that they merely have some way to gather information, whether it is a person or not, I cannot tell. I must seek an audience with the City Council immediately, for I fear for the security of New Tython.” As they picked up their pace, the High Councilor’s face began to grow even paler than before.

“Are you all right, Master Drodik?”

The words barely reached the High Councilor’s ears as he found himself suddenly short of breath, resting his trembling hands on his knees. Muted words entered his ears as the world around him became reduced to nothing more than a blur.

“Master Drodik!” Morotheri shouted as the High Councilor's limp body collapsed onto the hard stone surface of the floor.

Xaezhul had made his way to the council chambers to hear an address from the High Councilor. He did not make it there, instead he had stopped nearby. The wind whipped past with a steady whine, the Geonosian could not fathom what was stopping him from making it to the council chambers; the realisation crept up on him slowly, he blamed himself for the events over the past few weeks.

You were meant to guard it; and now it’s gone, If you had just stayed in position perhaps things would have turned out differently.

The Geonosian met his own thoughts with a troubled sigh, he decided to sit outside instead; He would meditate and hope for a vision to aid him with the oncoming storm that was sure to hit The Knights of Odan-Urr soon enough.

He stepped from his own consciousness and began to travel around the Jedi District without any physical presence, he could see people moving around following their normal daily activities all sound was void to him, something strung itself much louder and hid itself from his visions, the assault on his senses stuck him as if he were suddenly thrown into an icy lake, everything became blurry and all sound was clouded by the crash of ethereal water. As he plunged deeper, in search of answers; He found himself talking out loud in his visionary state, however they were just his thoughts taking form within the vision itself.

“This is useless; I cannot see or hear anything. We won’t find anything here.”
“No, Just a little bit further-“

Xaezhuls very thoughts were cut off as his vision revealed an entirely different landscape, at first it looked like a clear field, however toward the centre there was some form of affliction killing the nature around it, it left nothing behind the ground itself disappeared as if it were paper being slowly dipped into acid. He watched the chaos ensue for only a moment before his very self tore its way back to his body.

The Geonosian stood up mumbling to himself, intent on figuring out exactly what the vision meant, he knew the force would guide him along the correct path it was now just a case of him taking the necessary steps to ensure the success of his next venture.
Xaezhul turned and began to walk away, a figure stood in front of him with the sun clouding his vision the Geonosian clicked to himself.
“...And where exactly were you, Cable?” a voice asked.

Memit District, Menat Ombo, New Tython

A hooded figure walked, perhaps skulked would be a more appropriate term, through the streets of the Memit district. The so-called slums of Menat Ombo, though they couldn't hold a candle to the Lower City of Coruscant or Corellia. There was a certain energy about the place though that this particular individual craved and though there were much more 'touristy' places to visit on New Tython this place seemed to call to the unknown figure. Now more than ever.

Something had happened in the Jedi District, also called the It'kla district, or at least somewhere nearby that had the whole city in a buzz, something... exciting!

A small blue-skinned humanoid darted across the figure's path followed closely by... a rodian? Well it was comforting to know that the slums were the same wherever you went. It seemed as if the small blue one had stolen something from the ugly green one, the figure's hutteese was a little rusty. Life it would seem, goes on the figure mused to itself as it continued down the street.

An act of overt terrorism had just stricken Menat Ombo in the heart of their benevolent Jedi overlords. The Harakoan were slaves weather they knew it or not the same as the nameless figure that now walked their streets had been. A small part wanted to pity them, but knew from experience that pity was for the weak. These people had welcomed the Jedi with open arms, if a group of them had decided to finally take a stand against their oppressors then that was their second step toward freeing themselves. Their first was finally realizing their situation. Sure they would be branded as terrorists and traitors, but you know what they say about one man's terrorist.

The figure turned a corner and came face to face with two militia men with their blasters drawn, two more quickly fell in behind him effectively blocking him in the alley. It was an elementary tactic, one he had seen used a dozen or more times but it could be effective. That is if the target hadn't noticed the incredibly obvious tail following them from 7 blocks back.

"STOP RIGHT THERE," One of the militia called out, "YOU ARE WANTED FOR QUESTIONING!"

"What seems to be the problem?" The figure said softly, and with a hint of sarcasm from beneath the hood.

"YOU ARE WANTED FOR QUESTIONING REGARDING THE TERRORIST ATTACK ON THE ARCA PRAXEUM!"

"A terrorist? Me? Well you know what they say about one man's terrorist?" the figure responded, subtly gripping something beneath it's overcoat.

"QUIET! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! SLOWLY!" the milita man responded, leveling his weapon at the figure.

"He's another man's freedom fighter." The figure responded calmly and in an instant there was a blur of motion and the distinctive snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting...

Her eyes bore into Cable as the Battleteam leader stood before her team member. The long flowing purple gown flowed down her slim trim body. With all that had gone on the last few weeks she had not been able to eat right. That was only the half of it Kaira had been so busy she had not seen her little girl since that night of the fire. Now they were asked to find the thief and her own flight leader had missed a very important meeting.

“Do you think it was wise to miss the meeting? We are all upset Cable but that was no reason to leave me in there alone. You are my flight leader and you let not only yourself down but your team.”

The Geonosian brushed himself off as he listened to Kaira, he nodded as she chastised him, and after all...she was right he had indeed been thinking the same thing only moments earlier. He kept quiet simply because it would be a foolish move to cause more stress amongst any Jedi with the situation at hand.

Kaira stopped there as she saw a look on the face of her friend. He was already up set and she may have just gone too far. Still he needed to be in the game right now not sitting outside the meeting. With a deep sigh she closed her eyes to calm her own mind and body. The lack of food and time off had started to take a toll on her but there was no time to rest right now.

“Come on we have a job to do let’s start at the chamber. Maybe we can find some answers there. After all we were set to guard and we left our posts to help out with the fire. It was the right chose at the time.”

With a smile to show she cared she waved Cable to join her. As she went to take her steps however she felt her body slip on the top stair. It all happened so fast that she barely noticed anything happen, but she never touched the ground thanks to her friend. Cable seemed a lot more on his game then she knew. “Thanks Cable.” They were then off to check out the chamber for any secrets it may hold.

The Nagai opened his eyes at last. His senses told him he was lying down on a soft bed but he had no idea where. A bright light shot straight down onto him and he struggled to regain his vision. A pale blurred image turned sharper and more resolute when the High Councilor stood up. He walked about the room which by the sight of the medical devices and the stale air he knew was a medical facilty in the Halls.

“Councilor,” said the Bith doctor as he entered. “How are you feeling?” he said in his native language

Drodik was at a loss of words. His last memories were speaking with Morotheri. “How long have I been here?”

The Bith spoke on but a depressing and malevolent pulse struck the Nagai, he couldn’t focus on the doctors words nor his own thoughts. Though his composure was kept, a primal rage beneath his skin was boiling. The cauldron had not yet tipped, but he felt it in sway.

With no hesitation the Nagai left the Bith at the bedside and made his out into Menat Ombo heading toward Ooroo Abbey.

Ooroo Abbey- City Council Chambers

Drodik took his seat a moment after being welcomed into the chamber. The circular chamber, previously held by the Jedi appeared remarkably different. Once dark and sage-like, the chamber was now bright better ventilated.
“It is clear the attack is no random move. What is this artifact that was stolen?” Gideon asked. The farmer turned activist turned City Councilor looked outside the window. In the distance he could see the beginnings of the repair on Arca Praxeum.

“A device, thought created by an ancient Jedi Master.” The High Councilor said. “It must be returned. The Brotherhood, though their war sought to take it from us have left us its keeper. The Holocron of Antiquities is a powerful and insightful tome and cannot fall into dark hands. The Sith have made their presence known Councilors, if this Holocron is in their hands then you must anticipate more attacks.”

Jantine also stood from her chair and faced the other councilors “K.U.D.F. is not fully able to withstand an entire war alone.” She turned over her datapad and slid it over to the Jedi, “Master Va’lence, data collected by Shadow Company shows those vessels touching down in the north were carrying armed militants.”

“Do you think they are with the New Dawn?” Matiu asked

Jantine replied, “They don’t have the resources nor the money to raise an army. They’re a tent-community in the wilderness now.

The Nagai focused his eyes on the image. A familiar sensation crept over his body. The knot in his stomach lurched forward and his abdominal muscles strained beneath his robes. A sharp ‘ping’ noise emanated from the sides of his forehead whilst the rage within began to return. In the back of his mind an image of himself striking down all the councilors with his saber ‘Rampart’ flashed through his head.

“Master Va’lence, are you alright?” Gideon asked

The Nagai only looked at them as he stood up, “Jantine is right. I’ll contact Ozan Miliet and the other New Dawn representatives. Meanwhile I must return to the Halls and await word from the Knights.”

A gust of wind blew over the terrace of the Takakoa Monastery as slender shadow descended across it. There was a heavy thump with each step it took, and a heartbeat that bled emotions of an unsettled innocence. The former Arconan Sith vanished from the grips of the Brotherhood months ago, some believed it was because of the events that took place here, others for her own redemption. She held one of the Lightwalkers Gleagem’s and examined it as it glow an absurd shade of yellow, her breathing became a long moan as she failed to find who she was looking for.

Cassandra looked up to the graying sky and began sobbing as the memories of her parents lingered in her mind. Her travels had taken her across the galaxy, and brought new insight to her father’s legacy. One of which led to here, New Typhon, the home world to the Jedi of the Dark Brotherhood. However, after she learnt of the current events that spread over the city, the woman went out in search for her old friend, Kaira Rohana, leader of the Lightwalkers.

“Enjoying the view?” spoke a voice that was twisted with a strong accent.

She turned around to see a Jedi Guardian approach her, with an angelic smirk and a recognizable attractive appearance.

“Guinevere shouldn’t you be with the others?”

“Fortunately I had to come grab a few things, and that is when I find you here Cassandra.” As the Hapan spoke this time, she slowly reached for her lightsaber.

“Let me speak to Kaira, you could use my help…I don’t mean any harm!”

“How can I trust you Sith? You infiltrated our city, just like the attackers we now search for”

Cassandra sighed as she watched the Jedi take up an aggressive stance and clasp her saber tighter, and it was then she felt surrounded by oncoming forces. Having felt a drop of rain strike her forehead, the woman kneeled before the Jedi and simple smiled.

“I am a Sith no more and I mean no quarrel. I can understand if you don’t trust me, just let me see Kaira”

Jebbi's Open-pit Cantina, Balcony

Morotheri let out a heavy sigh as he peered out from his vantage point – Jebbi’s open pit cantina, which had not only allowed him an astonishing view of the city to pick out any unusual occurrences or equally suspicious gatherings, but also to gather what rumors he could and see what kind of secrets they might unveil. Tonight, however, the cantina was mostly quiet, save for the hurried whispers of conversation as Menat Ombo's residents shared the latest gossip or traded stories of their latest adventures. As he reached for the half full glass of Juma Juice, a chilling wisp of air brushed his neck as he took a lengthy sip from the bright-yellow beverage. Soon, he realized, it would become much too late to be able to see the city streets of Menat Ombo as a shadow expanded over the city.

With another long, drawn-out yawn, the Miraluka packed up his belongings and made his way to his feet…

…When a man sitting across to the next table caught his attention. The strange figure had his face covered mostly by a small cloth as he waved the Miralukan over to his table. The Miralukan Rollmaster reached out with the Force, sensing no anger or bitterness emanating from the figure, the Jedi sat across from the figure.

“Why hello there, friend! Can I offer to buy you a drink?” Asked the figure, pouring himself a reactor core from a small pitcher to his left and placing the cloth to the side. If the figure’s speech and choice of beverage was any indication, this man was likely to be a spacer, perhaps a smuggler from offworld. “Name’s Morran Tarik.” He introduced himself as he lit a cigarra, exhaling a thick puff of smoke off the edge of the balcony, “I understand that New Tython has fallen into some sort of turmoil recently, and would like to offer you a bargain.” Whichever direction this exchange was heading, Morotheri couldn’t be sure he liked it.

“And what are the terms of your bargain?” The Rollmaster inquired, gazing passively into the eyes of the other. The man smiled, “I am only a simple businessman, master Jedi. I request merely the opportunity to conduct business with New Tython, and with the way things are looking, if this all continues, that opportunity is looking short.” He said as he shifted the cigarra to the other side of his mouth and promptly pulled a datapad out from his bantha-hide jacket. “I trust this will be sufficient?” The man asked, sliding the datapad to the other side of the table where it came to a halt in front of the miralukan.

For a moment, the miralukan Jedi gazed uneasily at the datapad. If this man’s claims were found legitimate…

“Yes,” He replied, “This should prove more than adequate.” Rising from his seat, he made his way out of the cantina. I must seek out the High Councillor, perhaps he can provide some insight.

A young woman in silky brown veil stood uneasily in the medical hall not far from Ooroo Abbey. A moment later she paced quickly toward a desk as a portable database system attached on it along with its cables and switches. It was not too complicated to operate, since the medical equipment there was like a mixture of modern and traditional approaches. The woman‘s fingers danced swiftly on the keyboard and touch screen, as then she initiated a data download to her data pad.

She looked around apprehensively as her memory was back to the loss of a respectful figure in New Tython here. Untreatable wounds and will to live, she just wanted to blame the past treatment futility. But back then, she was not able to help as well. She disliked the feelings, the same feelings when she got them once more as she saw the recent High Councilor collapsed and ritually treated by the medical assistants.

The downloading process was complete just in time when the doctor came in and greeted the woman in native language, “ Lu’! I am glad you are here. We run out of Pav seed oil and powder. I hope you got a supply.”

“Of course, Denjan. You’ll have them today. I was here just to check the supply and my feelings were right,” the woman smiled, “Forty brackets, aren’t they enough?”

“Ja. The Master would need them as well. There was a bewildering ailment, powerful one as it could decompensate such wise and strong man like him. ”

The woman just kept listening as she pretended to make herself busy with those supply calculations. She frequently nodded to the doctor’s arguments, from the mysterious attack in Menat Ombo, some murders, up to the strange condition of the High Councilor. A speculation rose from the talk that those events had a relation or some.

“Some high inventors, people with money, some of them are new comers. As if they have eyes, nose and ears to all sides of this planet! Heh, if some of your property’s lost; perhaps they know where to find.”

“How could you be so sure about that?”

“I once met one of them, when he got an abdominal cramp. He told me about that. He didn’t like Jedi but he liked people who could bring him fortune.”

The woman sighed. She wondered if this all was just so simple. However she should remain as an ordinary Tythonian to the people outside the Hall, considering her promise to her father and the late Master Ji.

“Bring me to him.”

The mild chaos of Menat Ombo swept past Elleron as he made his way towards the edges of the city, continuing towards the Praxeum. The list of volunteers to search the Chamber of Antiquities was short, with good reason. The temptation of the Dark Side was something many of the Odanites tried to avoid. His own fears and doubts nagged at him.

His father, Solan Morakei, had been a powerful Dark Jedi warrior for many years before finally being redeemed to the Light. He did not know how he had fallen, but he feared the same weakness was inside him. His disillusionment with the path of a warrior and with the Jedi in general following the invasion of New Tython only contributed to his doubts, and despite Denath's reassurances, being near the Chamber - even just thinking about it - made him nervous. He swallowed at the cold, hard lump in his throat as he continued through the city, not sure of what he would find when he reached the Chamber. He placed a reassuring hand on his lightsaber.

If you hold that lightsaber much longer, you'll have to buy it dinner, Denath quipped inside his mind.
The Chamber makes me nervous.
Do not be afraid, Elleron, Denath reassured him. There is nothing there you cannot face.
The Dark Side is strong there.
What have I told you about faith? Elleron ignored the question. He didn't understand why Denath was even helping him. Always, the former Dark Jedi had strived to take control of his body, to drive him out forever. Elleron stopped in his tracks. What if Denath could drive him out? What if this Holocron, this Chamber, were the key to Denath's return? Elleron carefully hid his suspicions. While the two minds were not normally privy to each other's daily thoughts and random feelings, he felt a little caution was warranted - anything too strong could be sensed, just like the feelings of any other individual.

Elleron? Denath asked. We're standing in the street. Elleron shook his head clear and continued.
I was just wondering what we would find at the Chamber. I'll focus on the task at hand, Master.
Denath did not reply.

A little more nervous, a little more afraid, the distrusting boy continued at a slower pace, blissfully unaware of the eyes of someone watching him. As he disappeared down a shortcut through one of the side alleys, he felt a little better, but he wanted this over with. He kept his hand firmly on his weapon as he looked around for the closest way out of the city, towards the Praxeum.

Halls Of The Watchmen
Vibrations of sound pinged off the delicate walls of the insulated meditation chamber. The small room was only large enough for a single person and darker than the lowest levels of Coruscants undercity. Violent images rattled off in the head of the Nagai High Councilor as he combated with the consternation within him. Something was afoot.

He knew himself by now, knew his nature and knew that the pull of the dark-side to be a foreign device but what origin escaped him. He had relied for years and years within the Brotherhood, successfully at masking his true lightsided nature, and knew how to prepare himself for the pull of the darkside. True, no one is immune to its temptation, but the Nagai at this point in his life knew this to be an assault on his will.

He emerged hours later only to meet with his adjutant Deo Sol; an officer in the Odan Corp, a small group of non-force sensitive local Tythonians working within the Jedi Order. “High Councilor, the information you requested.” Deo said as he handed over the datapad. “Thank you, any word on the investigation?” Drodik responded

“No reports from the Knights involved with the investigation, nor any credible leads yet sir. Are you alright?” Deo asked noting Drodiks appearance. The Nagai appeared disheveled, frail and tired, his usually perceptive eyes were now darker and weathered.

“I’m fine Deo…”

A moment of silence passed briefly and Drodik could sense in his adjutant the false belief in his answer.
“Two representatives from the New Dawn representing Mr. Miliet are en route to the Abbey, they’ll be here within the hour.” Deo continued. The Councilor only exhaled at the news before stating that Deo see them into the council chambers when they arrived.

The High Councilor departed a moment later disappearing into the collanades of the Halls corridors. A moment later a message rang through Deo’s datapad. The Tythonian departed the Halls for the Praxeum at once.

Arca Praxeum

Deo Sol, a young man in his early to mid twenties entered into Arca Praxeum a few moments later, “Taituara” Said the officer as he greeted Deo with a handshake. He waved Deo past the other security guard at the gate and walked just a step ahead of him toward an entrance toward a back room behind the Praxeum.

“Most of the weapons we found from the attackers were typical blasters, all heavily used and very personal to their owners. Nothing exactly world specific so we know the attackers didn’t come from any one single place, these are old weapons but nevertheless they are efficient and heavily modified.” The officer said as he showed Deo the collection of marked and tagged blasters and rifles on the table.

“The heavy modification indicates professional usage,” he said as he was interrupted by Deo.

“These are mercenary weapons.” Deo said with a look of revelation.

“Precisely sir. But, even more so important is this.” He said as he pointed to an odd etching into the metal under the barrel of an E-11 rifle.

“And this,” he said pointing to the same etching just above the grip on another weapon followed by the same etching on every other weapon.

“These are not random guns-for hire, this is a message sir. The Praxeum was specifically targeted. We have no further jurisdiction to investigate the lower chambers at this time, so you’re Knights will have to go down there. Take this datapad, it has all of our notes.”

Elleron rounded a corner and came to a sudden halt. He had heard shouting and homed in on it, and now he stood directly behind a pair of militia men. One of them glanced over his shoulder and aimed his blaster in the boy's face. Elleron noticed a hooded figure and two more militia men further down the alley, the hooded figure holding a lightsaber. "Beat it, kid!"
"Lower your weapon," Elleron instructed the soldier, who scoffed in reply. "I am a Jedi of Odan-Urr, allow me to handle this." The militia man fired a warning shot that buzzed past Elleron.
"I said beat it. You're interferring with our arrest." Someone's hand grabbed Elleron by the shoulder; in a flash of insight, he felt the presence of two more militia who had stepped around behind him. He was dragged back and tossed at the wall. The aggressive militia man opened fire.

The hooded figure tried to lunge forward, but along with the six militia men, he was thrown to the ground. The soldiers immediately began screaming, and they scrambled to their feet like a pack of terrified birds, scrambling for a way out. The aggressive soldier came to a halt and hovered, choking, as Denath stepped forward. "You missed," Denath chided the soldier. "Bad idea." Temporarily in control of Elleron's body, Denath strangled the soldier a little longer. With a flick of his hand, he then sent the soldier flying into the wall. The soldier slumped to the ground, unconscious. The other militia men, still afflicted with fear and horror, escaped as eyes as dark as night fixed themselves on the hooded figure. The darkness drained from his sclera, and Elleron reached down to help the hooded figure up.

"Sorry for that," Elleron apologised, "Denath felt something weird about them and took over. I don't know why, their blasters may have been customised, but they're still old. Are you hurt?" The hooded figure shook his head. "Elleron Morakei. I'm investigating the Arca Praxeum, if you'd like to join me. Denath is saying he met you in Plagueis?" Catching the confused look from the hooded figure, Elleron smiled a little awkwardly. "I'm possessed by a Dark Jedi, its a long story."
"You occasionally turn into a creepy, arrogant and egocentric maniac of a little kid?"
Hey!
"So, you remember him?"
That's not fair! The soldier shot us!
"Vaguely. I thought you'd be older by now."
And I think I've been quite reasonable lately. I let the soldier live. Unless he dies from bashing his head on the wall.
"New body. He's a bit more mellow now."
Tell him I'm not a maniac! I let the man live!
"A little more distracting though. Do you know the way to the Praxeum? I'm a little lost."


Elleron and Callus nodded a greeting to Deo Sol. "I've been waiting for the Jedi to arrive," he said with some relief. He offered a handshake, which Elleron accepted.
"Sorry we're late, we were delayed in town. What do you have to report?"
"I'm waiting on Jedi to investigate the lower chambers. I can fill you in on the way." The man pulled out a datapad as he lead the way towards the lower chambers. "We may be dealing with Dark Jedi," Deo reported soberly as he started accessing some of the information stored on the datapad. "I hope you can handle that."
"I'm sure that the three of us can manage."
"I don't plan on fighting Dark Jedi," Deo confessed to the other two.
Not a problem, Denath thought to Elleron. The boy smiled politely and nodded quietly as Deo continued his report.

As Morotheri navigated the labyrinth of corridors below the Praxeum's Library, a vague sense of apprehension crept into his mind. Who exactly were these so-called mercenaries who had led the attack on the Praxeum? Worst of all had been the new data complied from Deo Sol's discoveries and the mysterious stranger's datapad. With the Praxeum being specifically targeted by these skilled mercenaries, there was no telling what may be in store for the Acolytes of Odan-Urr. However, it was doubtful that these mercenaries were simple guns-for-hire with no military training, the question is: where did they recieve such training? Nevertheless, the Rollmaster had been called down to the Chamber of Antiquities - where hopefully they would unshroud this mystery.

Rounding the final corner, the Rollmaster came to stop outside of the chamber, noting the now propped-open duraasteel doors. Inside, he could hear the commotion as he approached, placing a hand on the door as it pivoted back with ease.

"Master Morotheri," called Elleron from inside the room, "We were about to go searching for you. Masters Drodik, Callus and I have been investigating the lower levels of the Library." Morotheri turned his gaze downward, he had seen the young boy before him within the Halls of the Watchmen, although they had seldom spoke. "And what have you found?" Inquired the Rollmaster, shifting his gaze across the room. Most of the shattered pedestals had been cleared out, the holocrons and artifacts placed neatly on a series of tables.

Behind Elleron stood the High Councillor, who had appeared to be in a state of near meditation since his arrival as he looked over the many artifacts imbued with the dark side of the force. "Unfortunately, we haven't come across much that could be of use. Although Deo seems to believe that we may be dealing with Dark Jedi. As for why they came for the holocron, or what knowldege it may have possesed, we are still unsure." Replied the young Jedi. Morotheri grimaced, during his time studying the Holocron, he had barely scratched the surface.

"Morotheri," Spoke the High Councillor as he spun around to greet the newcomer, "I sense your mind is troubled. Have your reconnaissance trips to Menat Ombo turned up anything that can help us identify our mysterious friends?" Dispensing the datapad he recieved earlier, Morotheri handed it to the High Councillor, "Take a look at this, let me know what you think."

As Drodik scanned the datapad for bits of information, his eyes widened. "This is troubling news indeed. Apparently our mysterious friends pose a greater threat than we all feared. Former imperials?"

Morotheri nodded. Not only has an old enemy resurfaced here on New Tython, they had apparently been allied with a group of Dark Jedi. "I'll look into this. In the meantime, you must rally who you can. Where are the other Knights of Urr?" Drodik asked. "I am not sure, but I sense a faint disturbance in the Force - where is Kaira?"

It was disquieting to be in this room with so many Jedi. Deo Sol glanced about nervously as imaginary sounds echoed in his ears. This room was not a pleasant place to be, and despite his training, this room had a way of getting under one's skin. Deo accepted the datapad from Drodik and quickly started scanning through it himself. He initially felt he needed to check the results for himself, make sure he wasn't being lied to, but he quickly dismissed such a foolish notion without questioning where it came from.

Elleron glanced at Drodik. “Where was Kaira meant to be investigating?” the boy asked.
“I thought she was coming here with Cable,” he replied, “but I haven't seen them.” Elleron frowned and stepped to the side, kneeling down on the floor. He took a couple of slow breaths and concentrated.

A swirl of thoughts entered his mind, some of them mere whispers, some with imagery. A flash of anger welled inside him, but it quickly turned cold, distant. A sharp stabbing sensation struck at him, but it was dulled, like a memory of being hurt. Elleron, stop this. The Dark Side is too strong here – let me try.

After a minute, the boy rose to his feet and shrugged helplessly at the others. “I cannot sense if they've been here. This room... it is difficult to focus. Denath says that the Dark Side is clouding my ability.” He turned to Drodik. “He says he thinks he knows where she is, but he's not completely sure. Something does feel out of place, in the city.”
“Rally who you can,” Drodik repeated. Elleron, Deo Sol, Morotheri and Callus either bowed or nodded before leaving the room.

A heavy sigh slipped from Kairas lips as she stood with a tall Harakoun who had info for the Jedi about the problem they were having. She had gone with him to find out just what he had to say. The woman had told Cable to head back to let the leaders know what was going on. What ever this info was it had better be worth heading to the outskirts of town.

The pair walked into an oversized home where they lead her quickly to the basement. There she meet the leader of this group a mid size female. Her skin was not a blue was others she had met and she was a lot younger then most in leadership. “You are young?”

“Yes, but I am wiser then you Jedi. Names Setiy. I have something that might prove useful to you in your investation. Of course we know that the Jedi are looking for something. We found this guy snopping.”

The woman waved her hand as a tied up man who looked a bit dishevel was pulled forward for her to see. She could tell they had not been nice in detaining him. As she reached into the force she glared at the man. “Yes I think my leaders will want to see him.”

The moment Kaira went over to grab the guy he tried to push the guard who had him. “No you will never take me.” He screamed as he fought to break free.

Why did they have to fight Kaira thought? With a lot of effect Kaira started to work on his mind. It was not an easy tasket that the Jedi was about to do. She slowed his mind and body to the point where he passed out but it took time and left her a bit winded. Her hand reached out to a table to steady herself. “There he should give me no more trouble.”

Kaira thanked the Harakuons with a gift of food and some credits she could spare. It was not a lot but enough to keep them from staving. The war had left its scares on the land and its people. The Epis used her force powers to float her captive back to Drodiks office in the halls of the Watchmen. It was there she would find out whom this man was.

The man floated right into the Quastors office where Kaira layed him down on the floor. “Drodik I believe I have someone here you might wish to talk to.”
“Kaira, what have you done to him? He looks half dead.”

She frowned. “Not my fault Sir. The harakons turned him over to me in this state. I only made it so he could no longer try to harm himself or me. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Office Of The High Councilor- Halls Of The Watchmen

Astonished at the sight, a bright eyed Epis with a sprawled and disheveled man in tattered clothes at her feet; the High Councilor dismissed Deo from the office with a nod. He returned his attention to the pair to return an answer to Kaira just as the door closed behind Deo Sol.

“Who is this man?” Drodik asked Kaira. He walked around the body for a brief moment and grasped the face by the cheeks as he examined the individuals facial features.

Kaira related how she came into custody of the man. The Nagai leaned on his desk and wiping his brow ordered Kaira to alleviate the man from the hibernation. She did so and as the man came to he gasped for air while groping the floor. He gained his bearings and while he did so a militia man from KUDF arrived with a pair of bracers which were secured without resistance from the disoriented fellow.

While securing them Drodik spotted the crest from Deo’s report, the same crest on the weapons and arms of the other beligerants. The militia man was further dismissed and ordered to stand guard outside of the office doors. The door behind him too closed and the man in custody let out a brutish chuckle.

“I know you!” he spat at the Nagai.

Kaira and Drodik exchanged a glance in response to the man’s odd claim, “So, who is he?” she asked him.

He looked at her with a tilted expression, “He’s that Jedi warlord, don’t you know that Lieutenant?” The air in the room became dank and the response lingered in the air for a moment.

“Jedi, yes, but not a warlord.” Kaira retorted.

Just then a buzzing in the back of Drodik’s head chimed as he glared passively at the man with a stern countenance.
“No…he is no warlord yet, but he will have his day on the field soon enough.” The man said as he bowed his head.

“What is your name? Who are you?” Drodik asked

“A scout, well I was a scout. But presently, an emissary, a messenger.”

“And your message?” Drodik asked

The jaded individual looked up at the two Jedi with black eyes,

“…We are many.”
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A Moment Later- Outside the Halls Of The Watchmen

Deo closed the door behind his masters quarters and made his way to the lobby area of the Halls of The Watchmen. As he made his way a notice from his datapad caught his attention. A map of the city illustrated by red flashes lit up the screen. Other members of KUDF inside the Halls got the same notification. Deo and his fellow comrades stepped outside into the cool night.

The smell of smoke filled the air while night took hold of the city. A frenzy of voices could be heard in the distance accompanied by a somber orange glow burning from the corner of the city where the Praxeum resided. In the distance the clatter of blaster fire being exchanged by members of KUDF and an opposing force could be heard.

Within moments the KUDF members alongside Deo came face to face with a small detachment of the renegades as they rounded the avenue taking up positions in the alleys and structures facing the humble plaza.

"That’s a diversionary force!" Deo resolved of the attack at the Praxeum to himself. At the same moment a concussion grenade kicked off throwing him and his allies back.

Deo grabbed for the pistol at his thigh.

“We’re under attack!” he shouted as the ceiling of blaster fire above him took shape.

Halls of the Watchmen Approach

“Increase speed to three hundred kilometers.” Commanded Lara Farstalker, Chieftain of the Forest Trekkers of the Melewati Bushfighters. Around the zeltron, the Melewati rode with all haste to the latest battlefield on their 74-Z speeder bikes, provided to them by the Bombarda Artillery Column. Since receiving the grim news, Lara could only hope that the Melewati would arrive in time, before the Halls of the Watchmen were reduced to little more than ashes and smoldering rubble, with nothing left to defend. She shook off the thought, the fourth platoon rangers were still there, defending the area and repelling the invaders, she reminded herself. Arriving before the city gates of Menat Ombo, the Melewati continued on their approach, making little effort to slow the chase through the perilously narrow streets and alleyways of the grand city of New Tython.

As they neared the site of the battle, Lara couldn’t hope but notice the smoke-filled sky looming overhead like a thick fog, blotting out the golden rays of the sun. For all she knew, they could already be too late. Ahead, the sounds of battle ricocheted off the thick stone walls of architecture of Menat Ombo, the high screeches of blasterfire and the deep shouts of command filled the dusted streets as the Melewati rounded the final corner.

Stashing their 74-Z speeder bike in a nearby alleyway, Lara began a final check of her equipment along with the rest of her militia. “Melewati, prepare to move out on my mark. We will advance between those two buildings and provide covering fire for the fourth platoon rangers of the Tanuran and Dac Unified Commandos while they move into position along the eastern side of the Halls.” She ordered, pointing to various points on a datapad. “When that is done, I want the Sand Dwellers of the Melewati to break cover and advance towards the Halls, get as many as you can into the Halls while the enemy is distracted, we’ll cover you.” With a simple hand gesture, the Melewati shouldered their rifles and approached to their assigned locations.

Satisfied, Lara Farstalker took cover alongside her fellow Melewati. From this vantage point, the Melewati had a clear, elevated view of the surrounding battlefield. “Fourth platoon, this is Chieftain Lara Farstalker of the Melewati. We are in position and will provide covering sniper support on your order.” The comlink burst with static, “-ffirmative, this is Ganmel Torsyn of the fourth platoon rangers. We are ready to advance.” Readying her 6-2Aug2 hunting rifle, the zeltron peered through the red crosshairs of the scope. Lining up a shot on a crouching mercenary bearing the strange marking on his helmet, she squeezed the trigger. Immediately following their chieftain, the rest of the Melewati opened fire, quickly dispatching the remaining mercenaries in a blanket of red blasterfire.

Noting the diversion as a ploy to draw their fire from the fourth platoon, the armour-clad mercenaries shifted fire back to their original target, only to find that their thargets were now firing at them from a different, deadlier angle. Caught in a crossfire, the mercenaries didn’t dare break cover, however, they still made short work of any who had gotten too close to their position. Lara’s comlink buzzed, flicking the switch, Ganmel’s voice returned, clearer than before, “Thanks, it should be safe now to-“ Suddenly, a loud burst of white noise filled the comlink as a large cloud of orange flames engulfed the fourth platoon’s location.

“-elewati, this is Deo Sol with Ganmel Torsyn, the enemy has placed charges on the eastern wall, requesting immediate assistance within the Halls, I repeat-“. Closing her comlink connection as the signal was jammed, the zeltron cursed. “Melewati, change of plans. We’re heading in.”

The approach to the Halls was easier than expected, with the small circle of mercenaries remaining huddled up in a small crater, making little effort to repel the approaching Melewati with their already miniscule force. Arriving at the main doors to the Halls, Lara could only hope that the fourth platoon was offering resistance to the mercenaries now inside of the Hall of the Watchmen. She sighed at the thought of losing so many, and could only hope that Deo Sol and Ganmel were uninjured. If nothing else, Lara Farstalker would see to it that the deaths of the fourth platoon rangers were avenged.

Prying open the doors, the chieftain ushered the rest of the Melewati inside as they advanced cautiously down the hall, all bearing the same grim expressions on their faced as they kept the rifles and vibroknives at the ready. Noting that they rifles weren’t much good in close quarters combat, the Melewati stopped where cover was available to scan the area for signs of the cursed mercenaries. Once again, the sounds of battle were heard echoing down the halls, as Lara led the Melewati further down the wrecked hallways, the sound grew steadier and heavier.

Pressing her ear against the wall, Lara could hear the shout of battle more clearly as they came to an abrupt halt. “Melewati!” She cried, as the militia raised their rifles to aim at the wall. In a matter of minutes, the wall exploded, sending debris and dust that stifled the vision of the marksmen. After a few silent seconds, the first mercenaries charged into the hallway, blasters spraying in a violent arc as they advanced down the hall in the opposite direction of the militia.

“They’re heading deeper into the Halls!” yelled one of the Melewati as he fired shots rhythmically into the invading mercenaries. Firing shots as they continued in pursuit, Lara Farstalker raced down the halls with the Melewati at her heels as they rounded the corner to their final destination.

The council chambers.

As Lara bounded into the rounded room, she was surprised to find herself standing before a group of mercenaries huddled in a circle within the chambers, guns trained at one individual. Deo Sol sat uncomfortably in the center of the room, gravely wounded and near death. One of the mercenaries stepped forward in a battered set of white armour. “You are defeated, Lara Farstalker. My men have already set explosives throughout the halls, they await only my signal to be detonated.” He said as he held up a small switch, “I offer to you one choice, leave now or suffer the consequences. You are finished.” He demanded as he held his blaster to point at Deo Sol’s bruised forehead.

Out of the corner of her eye, a small glint of a rifle scope caught her attention from above, lurking on the balcony overlooking the rounded room. She smiled, “No, I believe it is you who is finished, mercenary.” A sudden red burst erupted from above, colliding with the mercenaries’ blaster hand, knocking it from his grip and spiraling to the far side of the room. Stunned, the mercenary leader turned his gaze upwards, his face reflecting sheer surprise as a point-blank blaster shot passed through his forehead. Likewise, the rest of the small band of mercenaries was dealt with in an orderly fashion following a white blinding flash from above on the balcony.

Above, the hidden figures dropped from the balcony on synthropes to subdue any injured mercenaries in the vicinity. However, one familiar figure stood out above the rest, offering Lara Farstalker a quick salute as he left the vicinity.

Ganmel Torsyn.

Office Of The High Councilor- Halls Of The Watchmen

Those last words hung there in the air as both Kaira and Drodik felt the ripple in the force. Kaira so overcome but the emotion dropped to her knees. It was pain and fear she felt most in that moment. There pristor was all but forgotten as a young novice ran into the office. She was out of breath and her face pale as she looked at Drodik. The gravity of the moment was not lost as both Jedi looked straight into that young woman’s face.

“We are under attack sir….” Was all Alyss Sparrow had to say as Kaira jumped to her feet.

“Guard. Watch the prisor no ONE is to enter my office until I return.” Drodik said to the guard who had come into the door wait as he tried to stop Sparrow.

“Sparrow, go back to your studies. You are not yet ready for battle.” Kaira said in a stern voice to the novice who frowned but did as she was told.

Both Drodik and Kaira looked at one another as they walked from his office. They knew already that there was a loss of life for they felt it though the force. Part of Kaira wish to rush off to check on her daughter but the Jedi must be protected.
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Lobby of the Halls Of The Watchmen

Kaira parted ways with Drodik the moment they headed outside his office. She went out the front entrance way to see men down and things in disorder. With such disorder Kaira frowned they had trained but some were young and scared she had felt that fear. Now she was unsure of how to help them. “Take heart, we stand together we shall win together. Bring the injured to me. “

She moved just inside the lobby where she quickly set up a medical trigoe unit. The Epis put out a call to all the leaders and members of the house to bring all injured to her in the lobby of the hall of watchmen. Medical droids were sent to her as to help her with the task at hand. Part of her would have loved to be out there fighting for the house but someone had to help the injured people. That fell to her right now.

Hours went by as more and more injured or dyeing showed up in the lobby. The young Epic grew tired with each one she healed. She tried to help out the most severly injured first. It was the ones that would die without the healing work of the force that she went to. Others the medical droids would be enough. Other Jedi that showed up she simple helped them into a healing trance to allow their bodies time to heal on their own.

It was not until late the next morning Kaira knew just how horrible the attack had been. Drodik showed up and took one look at her. She saw the grave look on his face. “They hit when they knew they could catch us unprepared. Who was it? Do you have any answers?”

Drodik shook his head. “Answers will come. Let’s us have faith in the force to show us answers. You have done a great service here Kaira. You should rest.”
“Not yet. There are many more that need my help. Once that is done I shall rest.” She said in a weary voice.

The truth of the matter was Kaira was weak right now. Her body taxed to the point of exstion. Drodik could see it but Kaira could not. Her only thoughts were of those that were in need of her help. She would not stop until the job was done or her body gave out and that was closer then she knew. As she turned to heal yet another soldier she over exedied herself as her body went limp. Two medical droids were there to grab hold of her as they laid her out on a cot. She was not dead but in a deep coma as her body tried to recuperate and rest itself.

////////Run – Initialisation///////: Boot – Commando –Tops System Alpha v.2////////
///////Running Sequence: Activate Legion of Steel, Trace Beacon//////

BX-series Commando Droid Tops jolted into action, he began the multi-boot function hard programmed into his memory core, beneath his many metallic layers. He had begun to perform artificial functions ruthlessly checking systems operations and testing limb exertion capabilities. By now the rest of the Legion were up and running and performing the same operations.
The Droidekas were off first; they engaged their Mobile forms and rolled out. Tops armed all of his squad and followed, the beacon was moving.

/////Logic Core: Beacon is Moving|Therefore|Beacon is attached to V.I.P or Hostile Target. And/or is a Trap.///////Legion = Engage/////

The Commando squad met their Droideka counterpart meters away from the Beacons location. Tops tried to process the claps of thunder echoing throughout the area. He processed that, in fact, it was a mechanised weapon used to end life. The guns grew louder, a man stepped into Tops’ vision, he scanned him; He was not identified in any uploaded record, nor did he wear usual Tythonian Outfits.
“You there – Halt.” If he could, Tops would grin.

The man turned, shocked “What? Droids?! – Men!” That was all Tops needed, he gave the signal and blaster fire erupted into the man, his corpse fell to the ground. “Hey!” one of the commandos shouted “I ordered him Medium-Rare – huckhuckhuck” Processed laughter sounded odd at the best of times; this laughter was beyond eerie. Tops adopted the voice of the dead man and called.
“Hey! Round here everyone, Look what I found.”

The sound of footsteps wouldn’t have been audible to anyone else. The Droidekas set themselves up. A band of Mercenaries swarmed in front of them. The droids outnumbered them and already had their sights trained on them.

“Drop your weapons Pinkers.” Tops commanded, allowing his pride core to whir at his ability to notice the colour of their skin. The Mercenaries stood stunned for only a second; to the droids this was an eternity.

////////Hostiles=Armed and Held, refusing to give up arms. ////////
/////Logic: Engage Firing Line. ////////

He didn’t need to issue an order, it was already sent to the rest of the Legion, it would not be right to describe the next moments as combat, but more of a slaughter. The Legion of Steel had their one primary mission, find and report to the beacon, or remove the target. The Steel march didn’t stop, there was no time, Primary is primary just as an emergency is an emergency.

They were close now, Tops did a routine scan of the Legion, and they had lost a Droideka in a fray. Perhaps it went haywire. He would check later. The buzz of Cables wings were cut short as his feet touched the Ground.

“Tops, I knew you would make it. Now, we have work to do, run program – Hero.” The Legion stopped as they began to run their new program. “We need to make sure the civilians are safe, check damaged houses and get the wounded to the Secondary med facility. Then re-unite with me here and we will engage any remaining hostiles.” Cable clicked words of benefaction in Geonosian before taking off again.

“Roger, Roger” The Legion echoed after their commander. The Droidekas rolled into the square and set up, they would hold the line there whilst the commando droids roamed the houses and escorting civilians.

Routine escorts would be considered relatively easy, especially for droids hard coded to enact such missions, however the Legion lack a certain set of social skills. People would look at them in horror as they burst into houses commanding people to follow them if they want to live.

Tops was sweeping behind the commandos checking the houses they cleared, he turned on one that was smaller than the rest, it seemed to disappear when compared to the buildings around it, the lights were off but there was a dull glow from the inside as the droid approached the internal scanners went haywire and automatically shut down as the door opened.

Tops logic started up once again, deciding that entering the house is imperative, the orders from the Jedi are Primary therefore inhabitants of living area are an essential part of the mission. Weapons ready Tops began to take the first step into the building.

The sound of a metallic body hitting the ground cancelled all of Tops’ functions as errors began to override his primary. There were no body parts to control, nor could the vision pieces be moved to see and understand why.
Tops’ power ran short, vision receded and winked out. The power reserves recorded sound.
“Don’t worry I got it. Carry on working.” The first voice said.
“Look; I was working the whole time and I’m almost done remember when I start we have to leave immediately otherwise-“
////////////////Power: 0%////////////////Upload to Droid Cortex////////////////Set: Important ‘Legion of Steel Commando L6-T02P Destroyed’////////////////Access - Jedi////////////////

The Praxeum loomed inside the darkness of its canyon, its foreboding grimace in stark contrast to its purpose. It had been built as a place of learning, intended to strengthen and benefit the Jedi of Odan-Urr. It had, however, become a focal point of violence. Fighting had erupted before it like a volcano of laser fire and explosions, and the Praxeum towered above the chaos, unmoved by the plight of those defending it, uncaring of the concerns of those invading it. Whatever its purpose, one young private of the KUDF thought, it had to be worth the sacrifice.

The private stretched out from behind cover and fired a rifle towards the enemy, striking one or two of them as they continued their advance. The former Imperials who had besieged the Halls of the Watchmen weeks ago had returned. The private hid again, loaded in a fresh energy cell, then stretched out one last time. A cold hand of fear gripped his heart this time as he saw several more invaders rushing towards him at high speed, led by a man with a lightsaber. He took a deep breath and aimed carefully at this bold charge.


The sharp tread of boots, the dull hum of a lightsaber, the excited rush of victory... all these things swelled within Kaven as he led his mercenaries down the corridors of the Praxeum. The Chamber of Antiquities lay ahead, its open doors an invitation to success. He could feel the darkness inside the Chamber, he could feel power coming from that room; power that should belong to him, not to another. He stepped inside the door and quickly glanced around, trying to remember where he had seen...

“Looking for this?” someone asked. Surprised, Kaven glared as he caught sight of a small figure dressed in Jedi robes, sitting on his haunches with a book in his hands. The book. Kaven's mercenaries entered the room and spread out, crouching and aiming their rifles at the small figure as he slowly rose to his feet. “My... other half cannot control me when I'm in this room. The Dark Side is too strong here. I sensed something interesting from this room a while ago and convinced him to take another look.” Denath gave the book a little shake to emphasise its presence. “Tell me, what use is this book to you?”
“I'm not here for your words,” Kaven spat. “We are many, and we will crush you. Hand over the book if you wish to live.”
“What book?” Denath asked with an infuriating grin. A flash of irritation radiated from Kaven. “Elleron says he recognises the drawing on the cover, and that there is another book with a similar drawing in the Jedi Library. Why would you and your army need these two books? It is your army, isn't it? You are many, you said?” Denath glanced over the half dozen soldiers in the room. “I've seen bigger armies.” Kaven smirked and raised his lightsaber, pointing it directly at the impudent boy.

“The boy Jedi of Odan-Urr thinks he knows something. Hmph. You know nothing. We are many.”
“I know the Praxeum wasn't too well defended. If these are all the troops you have left, then you're just a diversion. A dog sent to die, fetching his master's stick.” Anger started to swell around the room. “I know that Elleron sensed something in the city earlier today, something important.” Denath held the book's cover open so that Kaven could see its contents. “I'm guessing it was the pages, since all that was left here was the cover.” A stunned look crept over Kaven's face. “You didn't know the pages of this book were already torn out and taken away? Your master sent you to fetch a book he already has. You must be more expendable than I thought. Perhaps you could make a deal with me, and I could spare your life. Who is your master? Tell me his name!”
“ENOUGH!” Kaven shouted. “Surrender or die!” Denath chuckled quietly to himself.
“I think I like that deal better.”

The mercenary soldiers pulled the triggers on their rifles. CLACK CLACK! CLACK! Denath had drained the energy from their power packs. He ignited his brilliant white lightsaber and lunged towards the nearest soldier, skewering him neatly through the head. Two of the others drew swords and charged as the other three tried to switch to fresh power packs. Denath started choking one of the swordsmen as he cut down the other. With a Force Pull, he drew one more soldier towards him and sliced off his hands with two quick strokes, throwing the remains at Kaven. Kaven hacked the screaming soldier out of his way and continued to watch as Denath tapped in to the Force, surging towards the last two men. He quickly sliced their rifles in half, dispatching them with wounds to the chest. He threw his lightsaber into the choking soldier's body, then sent it spinning at Kaven.

Kaven blocked the attack and laughed, charging in. Assuming a defensive stance, Denath deflected Kaven's reckless attacks with some difficulty – the man was fairly large. He backflipped out of harm's way and landed like a cat, but his riposte was not fast enough to overcome Kaven's defenses. Kaven swung in front of him and Denath rolled underneath the blade, whipping around with a slash of his own. He was blocked, and Kaven stepped in closer to Denath, making another mighty two-handed swing. Kaven struck with such strength, augmented by the Force, that Denath dropped his lightsaber. Kaven grabbed the boy by the throat and lifted him up off the ground.

“Our intelligence suggested you were a mighty warrior. Someone to be feared.” Kaven laughed in Denath's face. “What foolishness that was.” Denath sneered as Kaven drew his lightsaber back. The boy raised the fingers of one hand, lashing Kaven with a shock of Force lightning. He dropped Denath and shouted in pain. Denath used the Force to grip Kaven's arm and pull him forward, then he slammed him in the face with a powerful Force blow. A satisfying crunch echoed around the room as Kaven's nose was obliterated, and Denath recalled his lightsaber to his hand and raised his lightsaber for the killing blow.

Elleron nodded an abrupt greeting to the KUDF reinforcements arriving at the front entrance to the Praxeum. Feeling tired, drained and very hungry, the boy had come outside for some fresh air while he struggled to come to grips with Denath's violence. That was some time ago, and the morning would be upon them soon. He flipped the book cover around, wondering why it was important enough for it to have been stolen. The pages were taken away weeks ago – what had the invaders been doing with them? Elleron stared at the distinctive design on the cover. He had seen it before, in the Jedi Library, in the Halls of the Watchmen. Denath had surmised that this attack was a diversion... the Halls must have been the real target. The weary teenager stood as dawn began to stain the horizon and called for the nearest officer. “Take me to the Halls.”

New Tython - At the Halls of the Watchmen - Library

The room was silent, a few KUDF soldiers were posted outside the doors of the large library in the Halls of the Watchmen, but inside the round room illuinated currently by the burning candles in the large crystal chandeiler hanging high above in the dome of the library. Auron looked at the portrait of Ji, and allowed memories to flow through him of his old friend. He did not dwell on the absence of Ji, but rather joyed in his life and his accomplishments. The sounds of squelching could be heard in the distance, which immediately broke Auron's attention to the door. The guards began to listen closely, so the Jedi walked from his position beneath the chandeiler to the door. With each step closer he got he began to make out what could be heard as yelling and orders being barked. This motivated him to move faster to the two guards, picking up his pace his feet began to make louder thuds against the hard floor of the library. The librarian shouted at him. "Hey you there! No running in the.." **BANG** a blinding light a defening sound took Auron for a moment. Within a split second his mind registered ambush and he placed his focus on seeing with the force as he knew he would be disoriented for a short while physically. All he could hear was a hi-pitched ringing, and he did his best to not even think about it, nor the headache he would endour after this.

Like a well oiled machine, Auron's muscle memory guided him fluidly to grasping and engaging the rancor fang, dragon hilt lightsaber from his sash. Unlike most lightsabers this hilt had no toggle switch or button for activation, but instead had three internal circuits that had to be completed by moving them with the force. Some may thing this is a distraction, but its a fail safe that works well and after a while the triggering of the saber becomes reflex, and keeping it in place just helps block the mind from being read for next moves. With that split second to grab the saber, he then ignited it and a solid white blade in the shape of a katana blade came extending out, humming nearly silent compared to most lightsabers. In his eyes, which was now the force, everything came in an greenish-blue hue, with threatening advisaries showing as a orangish-red hue. He could see three armored mercenaries moving into the library from the entrance door, the guards were quickly disposed of. "Look theres one! Take him out quickly the grenade got him!"

An arc of blaster bolts came from the three troopers arrangement of blasters. There was simply no way to defend against that many at once, so he dove behind one of the shelves. He could then hear the bolts landing against the wooden shelves for a moment before stopping. The force showed him they were splitting up, slicing the pie around the shelves. One to his right, two to his left. The Jedi grinned and whipped his right arm out to the right. The lightsaber left his hand spinning at several RPMs. Unable to move in time the first soldier was decapitated, his headless body opening fire out of a nervous reflex. As the lightsaber continued the other two turned to look in the direction of a white light flickering rapidly and in an instant the saw a white blade coming for them. The soldier closest to it managed to duck just in time but his partner was not so lucky and ended up decapitated like his partner from before. The saber then elegantly zipped back into the hand of Auron who was already mid leap towards the soldier. As the man began to stand up from his crouched position he looked up to see the Jedi in midair with the same saber that nearly took his head off about to pounce on him. Auron's expressions never once changed as right before he reached the man he flicked his arm and wrist outwards with a very precise slice that cut clean through his torso and e-11 blaster before he even had time to respond. As Aticus landed just on the other side of the soldier he sprinted out of the library and into the hallway leading into the other areas of the Hall.