With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
ScatterStar is a Star Wars crossover forum based RPG set in the 26th century and takes place between Episode III and Episode IV. Ever wanted a Vulcan Jedi? A Klingon with a BFG 9000? A Roswell Grey Sith? A Yautja bounty-hunter who collects the lightsabers of his kills? A Wookie ensign in Star Fleet? In ScatterStar, all this and more can be possible.
Because the Universe is a very, very big place...
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by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:27 pm
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He was to convene with a mercenary and head to Pandora. The gun for hire went by the name of Vermin which Master Vivencio assumed to be the self-proclaimed name of a deserter clone. He could admire such commitment to peace; though, his preference would be pacifism. Such ways of hiding in huts and hermitting were an impossible path for a compassionate Jedi, only a wise one. He could still feel Master Yoda and few others in the far reaches of the galaxy where wisdom had ensconced them, fastened them, protected them, and he was envious. He could sense compassion in the air too, not just his brothers, and was convinced this was a of this Vermin and the peace-keepers road to ascension.
Though, something else clouded this faceless entity. There was much conflict in him. It was love, which could lead to hate, and a daughter. He was a natural protector with a indirect connection to the Force. Anticipation hurried the old Aleena in mind and soul, but his body stayed slow and steady. Patience, he reminded himself as he finally made his way to their A-wing. Patience...
Vermin's helmet was under his arm, and he had several guns on his person. If he wasn't careful, he could step on the ancient Aleena.
"Master Ulan Vivencio?" He stopped before the Aleena like a military drone, lock step, precise movements. "Vermin, reporting for duty. You're ready for our assignment?"
He was...efficient, not tied down by the excitement for adventure or eager to get out of the station, nor thisty for blood. He just wanted to do his duty.
The cock-pit opened with a wave of Ulan's hand. He attempted to crawl into the back seat, but was too old and too short to manage. This frustrated him, but he would not let it get the better of him. Patience... Instead, he simply floated with the force and plunked into place. "Ready... for... an... adventure... Vermin?"
"I'm glad to have you aboard. You can guide me to where these captives are."
Vermin checked his guns, then double checked them. He walked to the offered ship, a stealthy thing, but with limited offensive capabilities. He got into the cock pit, the blast shields and loading ramp were still open and the turian was busying himself making sure he had the appropriate gear for the journey. Medical kits, extra weapons.
He sat, satisfied, and started up the ship.
They were out of the asteroid belt in minutes and Vermin was keying in the coordiants for where Ulan seemed to feel the jedi.
One the stopped, expecting to hand in blackness, the Aleena's old eyes squinted on Pandora. Like silkworms, black dots covered it, lacing it together with strange blue thread. "...Glassing?" He was horrified by the strongly woven force planets state, and clouded by the fear and hatred so near. He bobbed his head in weakness.
"We, we... must... find... something. Something that looks... like a commander vessel. I must find out why." His spring to action kept him conscious. There was cruelty in this, and he, as a sworn protector, needed to rectify it.
At a loss of anything to contribute, his only reply was a geneal "Apex predators, am I right?" Oh, those wacky Xenomorphs!
But when they came across the planet, all good humor and mirth went to the wayside. His small eyes went wide. "Could...could the empire do this?" He asked in disgusted awe.
He shook himself out of shock and and scanned for distress beacons, but he found none. He opened a channel. "Is there anyone out there?" He projected. "Hello? Are there any survivors?"
But they heard nothing. Not even static.
The sensors however, picked up a trail. "...I've never seen this kind of signature before." He said. "Hold on, master." Vermin keyed in the signature and it approximated a trajectory. He kicked in the ring and blasted after Plague of Discord.
Trust was all they had these days...
"...Wait." He ordered, realizing the Plague of Discord was not in fact making a jump to hyper-speed, not could it. A large, unexplainable ring of light appeared in front of it. Beyond it, Master Vivencio could sense the core-worlds. It was... a portal. "Vermin... engage magnetization and board the... haul.. of that ship... IMMEDIATELY." He strained, trying to muster words as quickly as possible.
The A-Wing siddled up under the gargantuan ship, falling beneath its shadow. The turian hit a few more buttons and jammed the Covenant ship sensors. Vermin's brow-ridges went up in surprise at how strong the jammers for the tiny wedge of a ship were.
He stood, and locked and loaded one of his guns. "Wait here, Master." But somehow, Vermin knew Ulan wouldn't stay put.
On maintenance loading bay floor, ounce grounded, he could sense it clearer; though, it still didn't make any sense. "I am sensing... a Jedi. Three.. in fact... However... one, I... once... on a far planet... sensed die." He explained, clouded and motivated by this confusion; he pushed on. Slowly.
He assumed Vermin would wish to go on ahead, but would insist against it. "Vermin... we will be less of a... threat... if we... take this... slowly. The more immediate... damage... we do... to this... vessel.. the more they will... take notice. Something I've learned since... youth." He proceeded through doors a mercenary would assume were locked. Fortunately, Sangheli lived on war vessels no different than space station which would make this easier than expected...
"I sense... a disturbance... trouble." Immediately, the Plague of Discord went on high alert, (matching up to when the Devorak and Riti managed to escape), and Master Vivencio proceeded calmly.
"It seems... our Jedi... our on... the run..." He smiled, as not to concern himself with their affairs. He seemed to know how all this would end, and seemed confident it would be in their favor. Vermin must have been confused. Would he ask?
"Three Jedi?" He repeated. "That's good right? Especially if you thought one was dead before."
Still, Vermin walked just behind him, because he still had a vantage over the short Jedi master.
"We could intercept them, maybe?" He suggested.
"I sense... much sacrifice... and patience... in you, Vermin. I know am... not your... first... Jedi." He continued his smile, for kicks, knowing very well his attachment to youngling Vox and Commander Chimera. However, mostly that Vermin has to deny it. These characteristic were similar to a Jedi, and perchance that's why he could stand their eccentric airs. He could sense frustration with the Jedi in him starting to build, but his nature allowed duty to over come such irregularities. He truly was irregular, and so it became evident what Master Forte had sensed in him.
"Trust Vermin... They will intersect... with our... path when it is... meant to be; but first... we must investigate this... new threat." He looked into Vermin's eyes, hoping he would understand the importance of information on a new military threat.
"Well... help me... up." He gestured to the vent, which shifted open. It would be easier than jumping, surely.
"You ok up there?" He asked, gripping the ledge of the vent and hefting himself up to peek in.
He would not wait, though he was a patient old Aleena. After all, this was similar to a test. He would see the endurance of Vermin's patience. Not because he was proud, or strange, but because this elite, that Chimera Forte promoted so easily, was interesting and deserved some experimentation. "Come on now... hurry." He continued his chuckle.
At his feet rested a tiny robe, well, tiny to Vermin, fitting in Ulan's little-handed clutch. He started to mediate with the Force, allowing much to pass through him. He was a conduit. "I sense... hatred. Anger. Destruction. There is... darkness... near." He explained, holding his chest.
"But..." His eyes widened. "Innocence too... the light..." He smiled, a glimpse of hope. Perhaps it was the fact he was nearing the end of his life that made him such a vessel for these feelings, or merely a sign of experience, regardless, there was too much of it here.
"Vermin, sir... they are... near." He tried to see reason, not to let his emotions get the better of him. This was an infamous trait of the Jedi; one they let control them far too often. "We must... find more... information... before we... rendezvous... with our... target." He explained. "We have... yet to be... discovered... and so... we shall... proceed."
He waited for Vermin to direct the way. He assumed the giant had some kind of recon strategy.
He pulled out a sort of syringe looking thing and pierced the tube with it, extracting some of the liquid and tucking it into a pouch on his belt.
"Evidence." He shrugged a shoulder, by way of explanation. He stood and held his gun to point. "I'll take point, but I need you to tell me where to go by your senses."
"Oddly, I think... you've solved... our... recognizance... problem." He pointed, grabbed his chest firmer than before, and moved onward to the hallway he sensed the Jedi. He readied his cane in his stride. "The Jedi... are... this way."
Once the Aleena was on the move, the Turian followed.
A small worm slithered by Vermin's feet. Dude to his travels, Ulan had become an expert of zoology and left very few stones unturned. "...Careful." However, Ulan's speech was far too slow to be heard, and Vermin had already stepped on it. Unfortunately, though it may have been cute, this Eumetazoa (Worm) was surrogate to a creature made up of many other tiny worms... the Mgalekgolo... and they always traveled in pairs.
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