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.
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"I know you hate ships. But there are some points of view only a ship can bring. Behold your planet, Riti." His thumb stroked her arm in a gesture of comfort. "You come from a beautiful world, padawan. And you will return to it, and your people will once again thrive." He smiled up at her, then looked back out to the shimmering planet. "But for now, seal this sight in your memory, and your heart. Let it comfort you and know that you are lucky. For you're seeing your world through eyes that no other of your people have been fortunate enough to witness."
If screams could be heard from this high, pleas of help and desperation, he would assume them reaping angels of an unknown sin, as these were traitors. He would not understand. The savages were nothing but greedy, keeping such precious energy and strength to themselves. Their ways, as he was told, defiled the force. This was sacrilege to embrace such love and comfort. Only pain and suffering could bring strength - he felt no regret. He would purge all heresy.
In his mind's eye, he could see all the Na'Vi he had come to call friend. The little children no bigger than he, who asked him to tell stories of Thra and the way of the gelfling and Pod people. Scary stories around nightly campfires featuring Skeksis and Garthim. He thought of Riti's sister, though he barely knew her. He thought of his own Ikran he had learned to tame and bond with, a term Riti had set shortly after their first meeting.
Become one of the people, master the three challenges, and I will allow you to teach me the ways of the Force.
All these lives he had come to love as his own family, his own clan, their very being gone. Sucked up like light into a black hole, to be obliterated forever into nothingness. The breathless second before an explosion.
And that nothingness did explode in his own mind, in the form of Riti's sorrow and rage. It nearly galvanized the gelfling, who briefly felt his own abilities overwhelmed, amplified.
With a shiver he realized that, through all this sorrow and death and pain and rage, he felt a...satisfaction. And it was radiating off Kappan. Dvorak realized with horror and disgust that the giant was getting off on this! He was no Jedi!
"RITI RUN!" Dvorak yelled, drawing his light saber. It hummed to life and he jumped back, moving to push Riti to her feet, backing up against her, putting himself between Kappan and his student.
"Even so, Jedi, this ship is inescapable; I will toy with your honour until your inevitable exhaustion." He pulled from his back a large hilt, shaped in a katar-like crescent moon to activate a devastating broadsword. Though it was huge for a lightsaber, it was wielded like a swift, sure, and acute Katana. It was obvious this would be no dance of blades, but a razor-edged train moving full-speed through its target. "I will prove that your cautious delivery of the force is no match for its rightful, honorary deliverance. The trial of your strength is nigh."
And he was already small.
His purple glow of his lightsaber reflected in his orange eyes, and for a moment they seemed nearly red.
"You don't deserve that monstrosity you call a lightsaber." He said. "But...Surrender it to me and we can end this with no further bloodshed." He gave him a chance. Kappan did not deserve it but it was Dvorak's nature. Though every word he spoke made him want to vomit. Through his tears, Kappan was a smudge of white and black and the vibrant colours of his weapon.
"Go any closer to him, and you die" she snarled, her tears of sorrow turning to tears of rage and drying up rather quickly. This was the only one that she cared about left, and she would not lose him! She would fight to protect him as she could not have done for her people.
He remembered his mission: to vanquish heresy. Though, something gave off a foul radiance - horrid air.
"It tastes too familiar, Little-one" He waved the comment, and gently flicked his fingers, creating a barrier with force like he had before to protect them. He turned to the pit to gaze upon the planet and leave his back to them. Now, they would dwell in these emotions, this torture. Perhaps, just maybe, they would come to know the light of justice and strength. It was the chair of valour that challenged the force, and it would come soon enough. "But, you will not suffer more this day. Sacrifice is everything."
He put his hand on Riti's wrist as a signal for her to disengage her saber as well. Then he began pacing, like a tiger in a cage, his orange eyes on Kappan.
"If you're not going to kill us, what do you want with us? You brutes are so evil you would destroy an entire world. Are you toying with us? HUH?! Or ...are we inconsequential. A snag you just happened to trip over?"
"We have not destroyed Pandora, merely transformed it. From this, we will sculpt a church of the force, sacred lands, as existed in the history of the History of the Sith. This place has defiled the force, sodomized it. It must be made an example." He explained, grabbing hold of a supporting beam, as the Plague of Discord opened a portal, a cyan light bending light and space, and pulled them with it. The moon's surface being ripped apart, and gas giant's weather whipping up a rage.
Suddenly, a new sight came over them. Star Destroyers. Covenant Battle Cruisers. Everywhere. Large triangular, soulless beast that hogged the area like greedy, hungry hippos. This filled him with the same satisfaction that the natural organisms of Pandora brought the duo. "Behold. The New High Charity."
She was still clutching her lightsaber's handle, though it was not held at ready. She was ready to strike at the first chance she got, if the chance ever arose. She was not going to let him get away with this if she could help it.
"Yes," He told her. "The Na'Vi were ...are...good. And as you all taught me in my precious time with you, you are all connected." He shifted and moved so he was somewhat in front of Riti, looking up at her with eyes that were full of sadness, yet a serene sort of hope. "You carry every one you've ever loved within you, Riti. So long as you live, so too do the Na'Vi. Because everything is connected. You. Me..."
He turned to face the barrier, staring at Kappan. "And even you. You are just as connected to the energy of the Na'Vi as you are to every thing else. I feel only sorrow for the lies and pain you've lived through to make you what you are. No one is born with such evil and hate. You know her pain, or a pain like hers. You don't have to perpetuate this suffering any longer. It takes far more strength to reject the darkness than to embrace it."
He executed this speech like a prayer or preacher.
"I AM STRONG! You and I cannot be connected, even if it means I must sever you from this sacred bond, for you are weak. If we were connected, the likes of you both, would drag me down. Us down." He confessed before turning from the pit and facing them rather unshaken. The glare of white starships behind him in an epic glow.
"I suppose, however, if you dedicate yourself to honouring the force, there is a place for you in New High Charity, and perhaps The New Sith Council in the Age of the Empire." He smiled, four jaws gleaming with pride and self-gratitude. This was the happiness that a life dedicated to the force, to honour, and the selflessness of a religion could bring.
Again he addressed Kappan. "The Force flows through all things!" He insisted. "To deny that is to deny the Force. To deny the Force is to deny yourself." He lifted his chin, ears perking and eyes narrowing. A look of challenge and defiance. "Do you deny yourself?"
The onslaught still gleaming in the darkness of space behind his bone-white silhouette. He addressed the Na'Vi simply now: "Embrace this, you honour yourself and our faith with these actions. I have felt your pain, and have come so close to avenging my people. If you join me, serve me, one day, I will promise you my life."
The entered the hanger - fighters and phantoms about them. They landed smoothly.
Then, he tuned to the Gelfling. "Tell me, Jedi-Master, would you not take my life if I killed your Na'Vi. An eye for an eye. What I offer her, you cannot." He finalized before the pit open behind them to a dull, metalic hanger. If they exited, they'd see black, cloaked figures of all ethnics and systems about them. Most of their faces covered of manipulated like most Sith. However, that was only when they decided to leave.
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"I...will never join you." She said, looking back at him, her glare hard and cold. She watched what happened behind him briefly before speaking again after watching the attack continue. "If I kill you, it will be on my terms, not yours. I will not become like you"
He wouldn't deny that he finally let go of a breath he had been holding, when her refusal reached his ears. Though her admission for bloodlust gave him a bitter taste in his throat. But he knew that once they were safe, with a lot of time and a lot more work, together they could purge the evil that was shadowing her heart.
Dvorak didn't even bother looking at Kappan. Instead he closed his eyes and gave a long exhale. The monster knew nothing.
"She is not my Na'Vi." He said with great control, before adding, "nor will she ever be your Na'Vi. But she is my padawan. And I know I taught her to be strong." He very slowly looked at Kappan as the creature. "I have no fear of you."
He knew that revenge would happen, whether it on his terms or hers, and that was good enough. If they cleared the ship, which was rather inevitable, he would keep them five meters ahead of him at all times. The Sith entourage below was to assess why he had not killed them, but the revenant elites, six of them, were there to help escort; two tank-like beast dressed in imperial took the rear. These eight bowed, having the utmost respect for Kappan, as they were Commander Kappan's personal guard and all members of the Great Schism. They watched on that horrible day.
Dvorak knew all this from dreamfasting, from meditating. He was not there. He was not yet a Jedi at the time.
As they walked, he couldn't help but feel as if all was were lost before a single battle had been fought.
But then he looked at Riti and reached for her hand. He at least had something worth fighting for.
She looked down when she felt Dvorak take her hand. He was the only reason she hadn't given in yet. If he wasn't there...She would doom herself.