Dark Age of the Force

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It's been seven hundred years since a great plague has swept the galaxy, devastating the Jedi and Sith and leaving civilization in ruins. From these ashes, three fledgling empires have arisen, resilient and powerful; the Corellians, the Hutts, and the Mandalorians. Will you pick a side and lead your people to glory? Or will you lurk in the shadows, bent on nothing but your own goals? Step into the Dark Age and carve your name into the stars.

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 The Awakening
D241
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 06:26 PM
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Strange Temple Prison Cells
Vrogas Vas
Suffocating darkness is all that you know for a few horrifying moments as your awareness struggles to the surface. It’s a feeling akin to what one would imagine a drowning man would have—a desperate need to simply indulge in the most basic of life functions. Fortunately, the feeling eventually passes and the numbness begins to fade. The leaden weights are lifted from your limbs and movement becomes possible once more.

And with it comes the realization that you are not where you are supposed to be. Whether you lived in the highest tower or the lowest hut, you find yourself in laying upon the cold stone floor of a dark room. The gloom is banished by a line of torches flaring to sudden life before you are even able to comprehend the situation. Somehow, you’ve ended up in a rudimentary prison cell. The bars locking you inside appear sturdy and any attempts to free yourself prove as much. Whoever has stolen you away clearly doesn’t want you leaving for the moment and based upon the noise echoing through the halls there are other prisoners as well.

Then, you hear a voice, faint and ephemeral as though shouted from a great distance. “Come, oh child of mine. Come and claim your birthright.” A feeling of belonging and purpose fills you. It feels as though you belong here. It feels like something is calling to you, begging to be heeded.

Then, the prison cell swings open of its own accord, creaking on rusted hinges.

Something calls to you. Something that’s been near yet far for all your life. Something . . . that wants to be found.

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Aevum Alleyne
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 07:50 PM
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Aevum Alleyne
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At one time this was a regular occurrence. However, lately he had been passing out less and less. Something about turning thirty and getting serious. Less parties, less cantina time. However, this wasn't your normal blackout. Aevum Alleyne hadn't drank a drop or done any drugs in months, well, maybe weeks. Either way, it was still a long time...for him.

So when he felt the panic of asphyxiation, the overwhelming feeling of helplessness. It would be a lie if he said this was the first time, or even the fourth. However, it didn't less the pain, the desperation, the confusion. It is funny how your mind works when you're not breathing and only partially conscious. You can hear everything, feel everything, know that you're not functioning bodily, and yet you're oddly calm. As if in this detached space, you are who you truly are.

This was what was going through Aevum's head as lay on the floor of his singular prison cell. As if at the snap of a finger, sensation comes back to him. The cold of the floor jolted through his body like he had been thrown into ice water, causing his lungs to deeply inhale a stagnant breath of oxygen. His muscles tensed and felt the ache of laying on the hard floor for what seemed like hours, causing him to sit upright.

His eyes popped open to observe his surroundings, his training and survival instincts coming to the forefront. There was no bed, no refresher, no food or water, just a ceiling, a floor, one solid wall with no windows, and bars all around. He could see other cells and other people in those cells, but throughout he could only see torches light up the hallway leading along the cells.

Aevum stood and walked to what looked like a cell door and tried with everything he had to open it. He might have been one of those guys trying to impress women with his exercises, he grunted and groaned, sounding like a moose. But nothing helped.

That is until a voice sounded through him. It wasn't audible but he heard it, then felt a pull. A pull that he didn't need to escape. That things were okay because he was where he needed to be. The door swung open and he smiled. See, nothing to fear from the random voice. All was well now. He left the cell and that moment of ridiculous panic behind and walked along the hallway, to find out where this new home was. And to find out who he would be now, because he felt in his bones that nothing would be the same again, especially within himself.
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Satira Skirata
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 10:22 PM
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Satira Skirata
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Of course it would all go bad. The biggest-paying job of her life, to track down a bunch of seemingly random people who didn't really have much in common (that she could see, anyway) and prep them for transport so some weird cult could take them... somewhere... where did they go? They never told her, naturally, but it appeared that wherever it had been, here she was.

Fuckers. Fucking fuckers. Had they drugged her, those fuckers? They had, hadn't they! Fucking strong drugs if so! The side of her neck was sore, and she felt at it with a wince; her fingers came away stained with blood, and she recalled... some kind of fight? Must've been a hell of a brawl, considering nothing was left of her outfit but scorched rags. Nothing left to the imagination, either. Perfect.

At least she was in her own separate cell. And she also seemed to be one of the first to awaken? That was good, if either of those things had been different her awakening would have probably been much less pleasant, if enjoyable in its own debauched way.

That was neither here nor there, however.

Her cell was bare metal and stone, not even a damn cot. At least the floor was dry, for the moment, although pitch black; she reached out with her senses, picking up on others through her empathic abilities but not really feeling up to messing with them. Some of them felt familiar, and she sighed again. When they awoke, and if they recognized her, that would be one hell of a reunion.

Abruptly, torches flared to life, and others in the prison began awakening. At the same time some weird Voice spoke out, on a level she had never felt before! It wasn't hearing, not quite, and- and no, she had felt this before, but where? The Voice brought sensation with it, a feeling of being drawn forward, and coincidentally the door swung open, in obvious invitation.

"Well... fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, I guess," Satira said to herself, rising to her feet and stretching out, working away the kinks that came from being drugged and unconscious on a cold stone floor. She stepped out into the torch-lit hallway, noticing that another prisoner had already risen as well. She didn't recognize him right away, so... "What're you in for?" she asked sarcastically, joining Aevum in walking down the hall.

((OOC: If any of you are unsure how your character wound up here, feel free to insinuate that Satira had a hand in capturing, subduing, seducing... whatever you feel like. Or not! Totally up to you. ^.^ ))
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Ravenna Hawke
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 10:57 PM
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Ravenna lay on the cold hard ground filled with different feelings. She was confused as it was pitch black and she had no idea where she was. Perhaps she just woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and somehow ended on the floor? Maybe she just passed out after her meeting with one of her closest advisors? But she was not at all sure what was going on.

She tried to raise her arm to feel around and find her way back up to her bed, but she realized that she can't move her arm, she couldn't even feel her arm. It was then that she noticed that she wasn't breathing. She did her best to remain calm and try to wake herself up from this dream, but it wasn't working.

Suddenly she gasped and she could feel the rest of her body and as she felt around. Something was not right here as the room she was in was carpeted, not hard and cold like this. Suddenly torches lit and she could see that she was locked in a cell. As she looked around she could see that she was not the only prisoner.

She heard a voice calling to her. It did not seem to come from outside of her, but it appeared some others had heard it too based on the reactions of some in cells beside her. She saw and heard her cell door open, along with others around her and knew what she had to do.

She saw the man in the cell next to hers get up and walk out, who was quickly followed by a familiar face and voice. As the familiar face passed her cell she got up and followed those two. She walked up behind them and quietly said, "Satira? Is that you?"
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Blair Ordo
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 04:16 PM
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Blair Ordo
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9 posts 31 years old Medic © Offline


This was a new feeling, almost like a dalgo had galloped over her though Blair could only remember it wasn't a dalgo that had done this to her as nothing felt broke. As she slowly came too her memory trickled back in just as fast. She had been out hunting with her pet strill. It had been rather agitated and was clearly leading her some place before her memory stopped short and her vision going out cold.

Fear of being laid out by a predator made her quickly jump up onto her feet as the thought of being eaten did not appeal to her. The sudden motion made her dizzy, causing her lean heavily onto the bars of the cage. Everything seemed off. This wasn't a jungle where she had been but something man-made.

As her vision returned she could see just where she was, making her curse as the realization of being a hostage set in. Though she did not get a lot of time to examine her new room before a voice spoke. The fear she had felt before now completely gone due to how the voice spoke.

The sound of others walking out of their cell made her move forward. Blair walked to the group forming, knowing it was better to be in a group than on her own. "Any idea where we are?" Something telling her that no one did.
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Seine
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 09:05 PM
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Seine
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Seine couldn’t help but wonder who she had managed to piss off as she sat up and cradled her head, though no one came to mind. Normally she was good at staying off of other people’s bad sides, especially those in positions of power, but from the looks of things she had screwed up somehow. Either that or someone had kidnapped her in an attempt to extort money out of her parents. In any case it wasn’t everyday that she woke up in a cell after being drugged without her knowledge and the young zeltron wasn’t exactly in the best of moods because of it.

After taking a moment to clear her head Seine rose to her feet and tried to get her bearings. From what she could see the cell was a surprisingly primitive one with stone walls and iron bars, and there didn’t appear to be much of anything in it. Not even something that could be used as a makeshift bed. Also based on the mixture of emotions she felt around her, mostly confusion, fear and bit of anger, she wasn’t the only one being held in the facility which was good to know.

She was about to make her way over to the bars to see if she could spot any guards when she heard a voice call out to her. It was strange… There were no visible coms or speakers in the cell and yet she was certain she had heard it. At the same time she was also filled with an unusual sensation of belonging despite having no recollection of ever being in this place. She couldn’t help but wonder if her emotions were being toyed with. It was possible that whoever had imprisoned her was also empathic like her but she couldn’t say for sure. Either way their words had been unusual, and she wasn’t really sure what to make of them.

Not long after Seine had heard the voice the cell door just swung open on its own and from sound of things hers hadn’t just been the only one that had just opened. When she poked her head out of the cell to see what was going on she saw some of the other prisoners slowly gathering together, and as she approached she overheard one of the women ask if anyone knew where they were.

“No clue, and I’m guessing that none of you knows why we’re here either?” she sighed as she gave each of them a once over. She didn’t recognize any of them but it was probably better to stick with them, at least until she could find out what was going on.
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Kug'otr
 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 04:04 PM
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Kug'otr woke up with a jolt as he adjusted his eyes to the stone prison. He remembers curling up on his bed in the inn after a long day of hunting and then nothing. Perhaps somebody slipped something in the drink he usually had before bed. While probably not healthy alcohol seemed to work in place of sleeping pills;it was alot cheaper too. Lucky for the raider his clothes\robes and rebreather hadn't been taken. He quickly peaked his head outside the door seeing people and then retracted it. For a second or 2 he was visable at about knee level
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Levaley Heim
 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 11:43 PM
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Levaley Heim
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16 posts 28 years old Knight-Commander © Exxie Offline


When Levaley came around, she groaned. And immediately felt the tingle in her muscles. Somebody had drugged her, probably for easier transport. She was still able to move though. How long had she been out? She got into a crouch and looked at her surroundings. A cell. She heard the voice in her head and the cell opened. Levy heard the question of why they were here. Levy had no idea why. She hadn't even been the one they'd been trying to kidnap. She'd stepped in the way of the kidnappers instead of Elara Rist. She'd known who she was saving because they were around the same age and both from Alderaan. And as Knight-Commander, it was her job to protect people. She looked down, surveying what she had. Rags. All of her stuff had been taken. Despite her wearing her robed armour most of the time, she couldn't even tell whether the rags were remains of her templar armour. That obviously bothered her a lot, but she had trained herself not to dwell too much. She stood up and made her way out of the cell.

She stretched her arms behind her head, the fabric rustling slightly as she did so. She looked around. She couldn't tell where they were. That should have bothered her, but she couldn't help but curious about her surroundings. She went and joined up with the people walking away from their cells.

"I wasn't even the one they meant to take. So I have no clue." She could feel the emotions of the other people swirling around her, her Zeltron blood allowing her the empathic link even if she didn't have the control of the others.
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D241
 Posted: Jul 12 2018, 09:57 PM
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Strange Temple Prison Cells
Vrogas Vas
Nothing of interest happened for a long stretch of time after the prisoners were released from their cells; no footsteps of approaching guards, no blaring of alarms, not even the scurrying of smaller animals. There were only flickering shadows cast by torch light and the crackling of flames. Perhaps there was time enough to rest and question the reason to be here in this unfamiliar yet strangely welcoming space.

However, the prisoners do not remain alone for long and an immense presence made itself known to those that could sense it. The feeling was much like what most of them could already feel within themselves, only it was almost unimaginably more powerful. It filled every crack and crevasse within the room and seemed to stretch on far beyond the confines of the stone walls. Strangely, it appeared to emanate from a singular source.

At the very end of the hall stood a figure garbed in voluminous robes of grey. Their hands were hidden within the folds of their sleeves and their face was shrouded by a hood. The figure’s species and gender were utterly hidden by their robes. Even the weak firelight couldn’t pierce the veil of shadows concealing his features. All that could be discerned was that he was indeed the source of the towering presence and that the figure was watching the group with calm intensity. Then, the figure turned their back and rounded the corner. If someone chose to follow them they would find that the figure had advanced to the top of a staircase far more rapidly than should’ve been possible.

The figure pause before another heavy door, watching… expectantly, perhaps?


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Kug'otr
 Posted: Jul 14 2018, 04:26 PM
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Kug'tor saw the shadow from his crack in the door. Not knowing what was on the other side except for people which seemed distracted he then took a deep breath before rushing towards the stairs and then proceeding up very slowly
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Aevum Alleyne
 Posted: Yesterday at 06:59 am
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Aevum Alleyne
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Aevum was knocked out of the trance by those waking up around him, the speech brought him back to reality. Perhaps it was because he was the first to wake that he took the energy so hard or perhaps it was directly straight at him and everyone else was effected. Either way it didn't matter, so what if Aevum had an ego. Obviously someone needed to take charge.

"I have no idea where we are but there has to be a way out of here. I don't about all of you but I prefer to sleep in a bed, not on a floor."

It was then that the overwhelming pressure came through the building. It was as if a tidal wave of heaviness came rushing over them. Something filling every space, making it even hard to breath without feeling what it was. But what was it really, he had no idea, he had never felt anything like this before. Aevum stumbled for a moment before righting himself. After shaking his head he took a look around to spot a veiled man at the top of the stairs.

"Hey! Who the hell are you!"

Feet thinking for themselves, Aevum rushed down the hallway, preferring to take the brunt of whatever happened before anyone else would. His body moved instinctually, running fast, seeking cover at the corner, half crouched before peeking slowly around to see the man at the top of the staircase. Now Aevum wasn't a slow man, he was slightly faster than average. There should have been no way, with how slow the man-hood-thing-person-not-monster-hopefully had turned the corner. Aevum stood and faced the thing while speaking to everyone else.

"Super fast, I'm heading up toward it if anyone else is following. This is the first thing that isn't normal, maybe it has some answers."

With one step, he took the lead onto the staircase, eyes roaming the walls, stairs, ceiling, and roving over the figure in robes, searching for details, suggestions of a hologram or something that would explain the rapid unseen movement.
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Satira Skirata
 Posted: Yesterday at 09:30 pm
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Satira Skirata
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Satira heard a familiar voice, and turned towards it with a smile. "Ravenna!" she replied happily, taking her hands for a moment. "How did they grab you? Where w-?"

The rest of her words were drowned out by the Presence in the room, flooding everything and everyone with that indescribable power. She gasped and let go of Ravenna, wondering furiously who or what could produce such an emanation. It didn't feel human, she knew what humans felt like...

Briefly she surveyed her newfound partners-in-crime. There was Ravenna, a couple of soldiers, a Templar, another Zeltron, and... a Tusken? What was that all about? She shook her head and banished the confusion; the male soldier was trying to take the lead, and while he looked familiar she wasn't one to follow in someone else's wake.

But damn, that mystery person was fast.

"Probably a hologram," she muttered, following Aevum and Kug'otr up the stairs, likewise scanning the area for projectors or any sign of anything strange. But that robed figure dominated her awareness... who was it? What was it? What was behind that door, their weapons and gear? That was an encouraging thought, and she made herself go faster. Mobility was not her strong suit though, and she fully expected to be overtaken partway up the stairs.

Oh well! She'd still have her breath by the time she reached the top, at least.
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