Post by Trellheim on Jan 3, 2011 14:46:12 GMT -5
Star Wars: The Severing
Rated PG-13 for blood and gore, violence, and mild coarse language.
Set 70 years after the Yuuzhan Vong wars, not including the events taking place after the Vong wars. Basically the canon is forgotten from the Vong war onwards, with a more devastating toll wiping out the famous Jedi and GA leaders.
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Set 70 years after the Yuuzhan Vong wars, not including the events taking place after the Vong wars. Basically the canon is forgotten from the Vong war onwards, with a more devastating toll wiping out the famous Jedi and GA leaders.
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Dramatis Personae
Galak Avara - Human, Former Jedi High Council Member
Tuk Rekat - Neti, Former Jedi Grand Master
Supreme Commander Krieg Hamat - Duros, Galactic Alliance Chief of State, Supreme Commander of Alliance forces
Vice Admiral Darco Olix - Firrerreo, Galactic Alliance 3rd Fleet Commanding Officer
General (Fleet Admiral) Roan Kor - Coruscanti, Galactic Alliance 1st Fleet Commanding Officer, Naval Chief of Staff, former Jedi Master
Admiral Tarrick Ragnus - Corellian, Galactic Alliance 4th Fleet Commanding Officer
Darth Thanatos - Human, Dark Lord of the Sith
Lucius Draco - Human, Emperor of the Imperial Remnant
Grand Moff Cayle Briggs - Human, Political leader of the IR
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Dust spun about, and entered his squinted eyes, scorching the tanned skin of Jedi Master Galak Avara.
Avara shrugged off the small physical ailment, and continued walking at the brisk pace he had set. The desert world of Tatooine was as inhospitable as all visitors to the barren world would say, and Avara’s visit had been as bad as the rest.
Galak’s lightsaber clinked reassuringly against his leg, thumping his thigh quietly. Galak hoped that the continuous battering of sand would not damage the weapon’s inner workings, but he knew he had to trust it to chance.
The sun glared down on Galak’s back, the only protection being his light Jedi tunic and dark robes. Small beads of sweat, originating from the Master’s dark brown hair, slithered down his forehead. Galak focused on his task at hand, reaching his destination.
Unable to set down his vessel at his small base on the planet, Galak had been forced to trek the last kilometers of the journey. He had set a physically demanding pace for his malnourished body, and without the Force to aid him pain had begun to wrack in his stomach. None the less, Avara’s discipline hadn’t faded along with his Force connection, and he continued on.
Relief started in Avara’s heart as he made out a outcropping of rock in the distance. Galak quickened his pace, setting off for the cave he knew would bring relief.
The meters vanished quickly, and Galak took shelter in the small cave. A computer sat towards the back of the cave, protected by the dark stone. Avara wiped sand from his face, taking off his cloak. He shook the sand out, and then set over to his wooden desk in the corner. Inside it was a full notebook of paper; he took the nearest pen to his area, and, in beautiful calligraphy began his journal.
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“We’re stretched too thin,” concluded Vice Admiral Darco Olix. His hologram body flicked as he brought his hand up to cover his face in an act of defeat.
“Have some confidence, will you, Olix?!” shot Admiral Tarrick Ragnus. Supreme Commander Krieg Hamat, the Commander in Chief of the Galactic Alliance military, cocked an eyebrow at the two but tolerated the infighting.
“Please, gentlemen.” Krieg paused, sucking in a deep breath. The Duros’ pinched face was a natural one but his true friends and family could tell the officer had been stretched to the limit. “With the 2nd and 3rd fleets already deployed in the Corporate Sector, the 1st on Core patrol, and the 4th near Ruusan, we do seem to be of a dilemma. Devoting more resources to the Dak and Kuat shipyards is of vital importance to our war effort right now. General Kor, has any word been heard from the 73rd and her shipment?”
“Not yet, sir. A Task Group has been scrambled to search for the convoy, and, possibly, her remains, but it’s not looking good.” The weathered former Jedi and Fleet Admiral had a strained look on his face as well. The past months had taken a toll on all Galactic Alliance officials, most especially the Jedi.
A knock was heard through the Supreme Commander’s office. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” The holographic officers nodded and Hamat paused the comm. “Come,” called Krieg.
A young Ensign stepped warily into the Duros’ office. “Sir, we have Master Rekat on holoprojector line seven for you, priority one.”
Krieg gave a small smile to the nervous junior officer. “Thank you, ensign. You are dismissed.”
The Ensign exited, and Krieg notified his secretary to let the conversing flag officers know he would be delayed in his return. Hamat activated holoprojector line seven and was greeted by the gnarled face of Jedi Grand Master Tuk Rekat.
The aged Neti smiled broadly when Hamat answered. “Commander, it is nice to speak with you again, finally.”
Krieg returned the smile to his old friend. “Master Rekat; I trust your safe as we speak?”
Tuk nodded in response. “Yes, Krieg, transmitting from a secure comm as well. I’ve taken all the precautions necessary.”
Krieg chuckled. “I’m glad… we’ve been waiting for your contact for a while now. Kor’s been worried.”
Rekat’s Neti face wrinkled in a frown. “Yes, I’ll be talking with him after you. I thought it’d be best to contact you firstly.”
“I’m glad you did, Master. How many Jedi are with you?”
“54,” responded Rekat, his face even and calm.
Hamat grimaced. The number was a small one. “How many transports were lost en route?”
“About five. We’re not sure of their status but it has been two days and we assume the worst.”
Krieg shook his head in despair. “Do not worry now, Krieg. The Force remains in control… only unseen at this time.”
Krieg’s bottled up feelings escaped for a moment, rushing out in his speech before he could stop it. “How, Master!? How!? The Force has abandoned us, forsaken us…”
“Oh, shut up, Krieg. I have know you for a long time and you are not one to become depressed."
“Yes, well, I’ve not been facing an enemy where I’m outnumbered three to one in the past very often.” Krieg shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
The recent events of the past months had been wild ones, to say the least. The rising Imperial Remnant had reformed into an Empire yet again under the banner of a new Emperor, this time a non Sith Overlord, but the threat of force was not as scary as the recent Force schism that had occurred.
The famed Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Thanatos has risen again as the Lord of the newly reinstated Sith Imperium, and with his newly garnered power from an unknown source he has concentrated his power into something up to this point thought impossible; severing all Jedi of their connection to the Force, leaving only Thanatos and his apprentice intact with their relationship to the Force.
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To be continued.