Futuristic Star Wars: Darkness Among us

[TheExhaultedJedi]

Jean kept his gaze on Faren, prepared for anything that he tried to do. He decided to sit down...he began to meditate. He would leave once Faren was safely secured. So until then he began to pass the time by meditating, clearing his mind and thoughts of all distractions. He created a strong connection with the force. He kept his senses open for anything...


...anything...

 

[Archon]

The echoes of blaster fire filled the air; the deathly lava streams of Mustafar flowed menacingly throughout the fortress. Jace blinked back to reality; his head reeling, and ears ringing, the resistance put up by former imperial soldiers was fierce. Yet what was truly mind blowing, was how this Sith Lord he trained under, had amassed such a large army. Whilst he knew his master planned to 'rally forces' to Mustafar beforehand, he never imagined an army of this scale. Ever since the fall of the Empire, the clones had fragmented under different factions, it seemed the Sith Jace served was far, far more influential, than he ever believed.


"Master, Black Sun Fortress and the Droid Manufacturing Facility have been occupied." Jace reported, as his superior sat in the throne of the Fortress, "Good, very good... Now I want any engineers in our ranks to attempt to re-engage, and re-activate the Droid Manufactory... In the meantime... You will take a small squadron of clones to occupy the Kleggor Corp Mining Facility, the rich recourses of the planet will help us dearly... And the small size, and barren nature of Mustafar should help hide us from Jedi eyes until we have gained sufficient strength."


Jace simply nodded in compliance, understanding his mission. Yet his mind wndered back to his home, Tatooine; though he hated the place with great passion, he almost missed the sand beneath his feet. Yet thinking of home only led to thoughts of his mother, and subsequently his losses. As she had told him so many times before: "Blame the Jedi! They swore to protect the weak, yet they crush us beneath their feet..."


The sentence was why Jace was doing this. Vengeance, against the so-called Jedi, who preach themselves heroes, yet take with the very hand that they feign support with.

 

[TrueBananaz]

Conaire waited as an imperial dropship was landing on a factory on Mustafar. Her job was simple. All she needed to do was check that Mustafar's factory was running smoothly. She needed to make sure there were no strikes, malfunctions, attacks, etc.This job was usually easily done by the Sith who had power over the specific area but Mustafar is a planet and planets are large.


Conaire looked at the circular landing zone and sighed in a not so good maner. She did not enjoy the heat. It was even worse that she was wearing full black. Once the dropship landed she stepped out and look down at the hot, molten rock laying below the fortress. She then turned around to see all of her troopers exiting the dropship.


"Awaiting orders commander." The captain said as he saluted to Conaire.


"Search the factory." Conaire answered "Interrogate, question and investigate everyone in this place."


First the troopers just stood there like the idiots they were but as soon as Conaire gave them a stern glare and an ignition of a lightsaber they did their job. Conaire didn't search the factory though. She asked the pilotless the transport stay and take her to a fortress on Mustafar where she had some business to attend to.

 

[Archon]

The sounds of bubbling lava filled the fortress hall, overwhelmed only by the disciplined marching of the Clone patrols. Yet it was the silence which was deathening, not a clone spoke. Not unless asked.


Jace had left the throne room just moments ago, his own entourage of guards in tow. Whilst not the most well-trained troopers, they were certainly better than the current clones under his Master's command. Yet that is why they were his guard, the mining facility was to be hit hard and fast; no losses were expected.


As the large metallic gate lifted, Jace paced eagerly to the currently docking ship; it had the design of one of their own, yet caution was always encouraged.


The clones took position, forming firing lines towards the transport. Jace in front, hand lingering over his lightsaber. It was likely the transport was simply filled with friendly clones. Most likely the squadron sent to occupy the Droid Manufactory, or perhaps the mountain patrol with information to report. Regardless of which, they'd better report good news.


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[TrueBananaz]

@Archangel Galdrael


Conaire went and landed and looked over at the towering fortress. She took a big gulp and hoped for the best. When she left the dropship, she looked over at a transport with clones pointing their guns at it and a young Sith. She growled at the sight.


As the doors of the dropship opened, Conaire ran out of her ship and ran in front of the clones "What do you think you're doing?!"

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

Jean opened his eyes...


A sudden disturbance in the force...


He looked at Faren...wondering if he was still alive.


Jean didn't care he just shut his eyes...and kept meditating....

 

[Archon]

Jace stared darkly at the woman who had spoke against him and the clones, he clenched his fists tightly; and raised his head further, making eye contact, a fierce glare following his gaze. It was true, Jace was new to the command structure; it all came so sudden, but learning to hold authority over obedient clones was one thing, but an overzealous - and frankly disrespectful - officer, was another. Had he been his master, the solution would be easy. Yet as this was a first for Jace, he was unsure of how to react. Instead, he held the intimidating glare for quite a few moments.


"What do I think I'm doing?" Jace answered, irritated by her outburst. An outburst that may very well ave gotten her killed by a more experienced, less tolerant sith. "What I was doing is ensuring this was a friendly transport..."Jace let the comment sink a moment, in order to give the Officer a moment to think of their potentially disastrous - and certainly foolish - outburst. "Now, I'm berating an inferior officer for not following protocol; and failing to tell us in advance of your ship docking."


With a flick of his wrist, and a lowering of his hand; Jace ordered the clones to lower weapons, and reform into their marching ranks, yet before leaving, he continued to glare at the Officer, awaiting an explanation, and an apology.


............


Darth V'aedon


Sitting menacingly upon his grand throne; the Sith Lord, Darth V'aedon grinned maliciously, as he thought on the Army he had single-handily built, and the steps he had taken in rebuilding the Sith. Yet what made V'aedon most pleased, was his new apprentice. Jace; the boy was rash, arrogant, inexperienced, reckless, and tolerant, a poor thing for a Sith... However, his potential was incredible. Already the boy had become more skilled with a lightsaber, and proficient with the force. The thought of the greatness he could reached almost frightened V'aedan, this boy was a prodigy no doubt...


With fierce concentration, Darth V'aedan, shut his eyes and embraced the Dark Side of the force, entering a meditative trance, his intention was to establish a mental communication with Emperor Nexis, who was supposedly rebuilding the Sith, and who so far was losing a war against not only the Jedi, but a traitor; a Sith, who allied with the enemy against Nexis.


It was in V'aedon's interests to meet this Emperor, and potentially ally with him. Though V'aedan planned to drive a high price, he would not be a tool to be used. The Sith lord had already took steps in establishing his own Empire, soonenough he would command not only a small force of clones, but a massive army of droids... If all went to plan.


As the force overwhelmed his mind, V'aedon concentrated, pinpointing the energy of those open to communication, but more specifically the Sith Lord; regardless of his current stance, V'aedon's force ability was legendary, even if his lightsaber skills weren't as such. With a sudden tug, however, V'aedon felt the connection of a mind, but it was not Nexis... But a Jedi, a Jedi incredibly close to a Sith Lord.


"I feel your power, misguided knight... Your lack of freedom betrays you, you're bound by the force, by your emotion, more than you know.."


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@SaintRaven367 ((Shall I make a CS for Darth V'aedon?))

 

[TrueBananaz]

@Archangel Galdrael


Conaire glared at the man and then sighed. She was telling herself to back away. Her body went back to a peaceful, neutral pose. Her eyes closed for a moment and thought about the situation. She was the idiot. She looked at the clones for a second and noticed that they were under the young man's command.


"Oh... Sorry for my loud voice. I didn't notice these clones were under you command." Conaire crossed her arms "I am Conaire Delima, I am an official member of Sith Intelligence. I am here under official business."


Conaire's gleam went towards a lightsaber hilt attached to the young man. He was clearly either a jedi or sith.


"And who are you?" Conaire asked.

 

[Archon]

Jace relaxed hiss position, and took his hand away from the lightsaber ever so subtly, like it was never there. Yet whilst Jace questioned the informality, and perhaps inappropriate nature of her direct questions. He second-guessed whether he was simply paranoid, e hadn't been in command for long. Maybe it was common for Sith to interact with Offices on a friendly basis? He would need to ask his Master about that... Yet that came later, it was a tiny matter. Right now he had a mining facility to occupy, and answering a few minor questions was hardly a detriment to the mission. Especially as it was an Officer; someone of some relevant importance in an already small clone army.


However, Jace wasn't about to reveal his identity; or too much crucial information, the possibility of the woman being a Rebel spy, or a Sith Intelligence Officer who is not among his Master's army, was still great. "I'm a Sith, as you've gathered. What official business do you have here?"


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@Archangel Galdrael


Conaire frowned at the sound of the young man (who was a sith) and his nosiness. Most likely he wouldn't shut up until she gave him the information he wanted. Conaire took deep breaths to keep her cool from this nonsense. She wouldn't be able to get her job done when this young sith was around.


"I need to speak with a sith named Darth V'aedon." Conaire said sternly as she tried to stay calm "That is all I can officially tell you. Now please point me to him."

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

Jean was surprised...


Who was talking to him? He didn't know...more or less care... He just remained in his state of focus, blocking the voice out. Opening one eye up to check on Faren, who was still nestled up in the same spot. He closed his eye and continued with his meditative trance.


It seemed like the voice was gone...


Good...


Whoever it was Jean had felt a strong connection of the dark side built up in the voice. But Jean had never been misguided by his connection to the force, through all of the tragedies he had ever faced, Jean knew that it always led him on his right path.


It had steered him clear off the dark side.


@Archangel Galdrael

 

[Archon]

Jace returned the woman's stern gaze; not appreciating her current stance. "I don't know of any Darth V'aedon on Mustafar... I do currently know, you speak as if not under my command. Now as far as I know, all Officers - and clones - currently on this planet answer to me, and I answer to my Master. Now if you don't answer to me, you don't answer to my Master... And that makes you a potential enemy."


Just at these words, many of the surrounding clones tensed up, their fingers moving towards their triggers, almost expecting a confrontation. If this Officer was suppose to be a Diplomat sent by another Sith, they sent the worst Officer among them. "Now I ask again; Officer, what official business do you have here? And more importantly, who DO you serve."


Darth V'aedon


Darth V'aedon focused his mind once more; yet for all his attempts, he could not re-locate the Jedi presence near a weakened Sith Lord. Somewhere on Kashyyk; is all the Sith knew, yet that was unreachable to V'aedon at this time. The Sith Lord then resumed his goal of contacting Nexus, but the task proved difficult... Soon, he neared a exceptionally strong Sith presence... And as close as he got; his meditative state was interrupted by a lone clone. "My Lord! A Sit Inteligence Officer has just arrived, claiming she has Official Business with you, Master Everstar has took matters into his own hands, but I thought it best you know."


V'aedon glared deeply at the clone, "I trust Master Everstar can deal with it to appropriate effect. Do you not, Captain Solomon?"


The clone hesitated, tripping over hs words. "M-My L-Lord, we fear they may enter conflict. If the Officer dies when she truly had business here, we could be under serious threat; If she's a diplomat from Darth Nexis and she dies..."


V'aedon held up his hand, "Enough! I will deal with this myself it seems, as I must always do... Jace will learn, in time, ow to handle diplomacy."


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[TrueBananaz]

@Archon


Conaire's hand slowly lingered to her lightsaber as she looked at the clones almost ready to fire. She was going to finish her job in any way possible. Even if it meant using aggressive tactics. She stared at the young sith with frustration in her eyes are she tried to not yell and waited for him to tell her the location of Darth V'aedon


"As I said before, I am on official business from Sith Intelligence. I am not allowed to tell you." Conaire said sternly "Now please tell me where Darth V'aedon is. All I know is that he is in this fortress according to my employer. Tell me now."

 

[Archon]

Angered flashed across Jace's eyes, the response revealed all th information necessary; "A spy, or an assassin, then?" Jace activated his lightsaber, poised to pounce and initiate combat, the clones re-formed defensive lines, now surrounding the Officer, the odds were rather one-sided; what had she expected from such a direct approach? It mattered not, her presence here was a security risk, she had to be dealt with accordingly.


With grace, Jace rushed forward with incredible speed, utilizing his mastery of Ataru to eliminate the enemy in one, swift strike, so she would have a chance to respond...


Yet the strike never came, for a moment; Jace thought he had just been beaten by an Officer with force abilities, whatever happened ragged him back several feet, the landing was hard, and he was disarmed in the process. Yet when no blaster fire ensued, that couldn't have been the case.


"I'll deal with this myself... My apprentice..."


Darth V'aedon walked towards transport, dis-concerned by the Officer's appearance. The clones quickly took up positions behind the Sith Lord, and Jace angrily rose to his feet, arms tensed and fists clenches, grinding his teeth together whilst staring daggers at both V'aedon and the Officer.


"Speak quickly." V'aedon spoke, calmly, yet intimidatingly. As the Sith Lord gave an irritated glare to the Officer for her lack of audacity.


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[Xtremenerd]

Sam had never left after getting thrown against the tree, he watched jean meditate, and watched Faren lay there he noticed jean was having some trouble focusing, he could feel something was off he walked towards Jean "hello good sir, is something wrong?" he asked, although he already knew the answer to that question


@TheExhaultedJedi

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

Jean had his eyes closed still. He heard Sam's question and responded to him in a calm tone. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking."


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[Xtremenerd]

Sam looked around, "well somethings bothering you, im force sensitive, and im picking up a few things, I suspect you are getting the full blast of it though, and it doesnt take a jedi to know that your troubled by something"


@TheExhaultedJedi

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

"Sit down" Jean asked Sam politely. He opened his eyes. He took a deep breath. "Long ago, when the order was still alive and well...I had an apprentice. I taught my apprentice valuable things, and in return he taught me thinks that I remember still. One of the things was that secrets...they have weight...and if you carry that weight with you for most of your life...you are strong..."


He stopped...pausing...recollecting...


"Life...it's not for the weak"


He looked at Sam.

 

[Xtremenerd]

Sam had sat down and listened carefully, "this may be the un trained force user in me, but wouldnt those weights also hold you down? sometimes its good to share thoughts and feelings with others" he looked back at jean


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[TheExhaultedJedi]

He chuckled. "The point of having secrets is that they weigh you down"


He lifted a few rocks with the force for his amusement. "I didn't realize it at the time, but secrets are what make you stronger. Carrying the fragments of your past give you hope for the future. It doesn't make sense now, but in time it will..."

 

[Xtremenerd]

Sam watched the rock levitate "so your doing something doesnt make sense to you right now?"

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

"No...it makes perfect sense"


The rocks broke into peices but still floated.


"To me that is...but not to you..."


The rocks fell to the ground.


"Looks like we're waiting longer for Elena to return with Faren's transport. Sam, would you be kind enough to go get wood to start a fire?"


Jean unshrouded his face from the shadowed abyss of his hood, but kept his cloak on. He smiled, it was small but a smile...

 

[Xtremenerd]

Sam Looked at jean curiously "sure thing" he got up and looked for some good quality wood, as he walked he thought about himself and his secrets....the few he had ^I wonder what this guy does in his free time^ he thought as he levitated some wood over to him

 

[TheExhaultedJedi]

Jean pushed part of his tattered cloak aside, revealing his robes, light saber hilt and a satchel. Jean removed the satcheal from his side. He opened it up. Inside was a dismantled light saber, two glowing cubes, a canteen and something wrapped in a tin foil type material, Jean removed the wrapped item and canteen and placed the satchel back at his side.


He rested the wood onto the ground when it was levitated over to him. He removed his light saber from his belt and activated it quickly.


The warmth and heat of the saber lit the fire, then Jean deactivated his saber and put it back on his belt.


He unwrapped the item...


It was food...


It was chocolate...


Jean took a bite of the chocolate and opened up his canteen, drinking from it. He wrapped up the chocolate and closed the canteen.

 

[Xtremenerd]

Sam looked at Jean with stunned silence "um chocolate is your diet? that cant be healthy for a jedi, and whos lightsaber is that in the bag? also nice holocroms" Sam sat next to the fire and warmed himself