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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As soon as he spoke these talking dark-Jedi stopped on a dime and black cloaks turned to watch them -- as well as the Revenant Elites and Hunters. "They ignore the forbidden rules of their religion, our faith, and yet, it's were they draw their strength. Tell me, does this make them heretics? Does this give them power over us? Over me? No, it just makes them confused and weak. They will embrace our power in time to come -- after we sever this bond." He said as they reached their stop.
"Firstly, we must identify which of them is stronger than the other." He smiled, activating his six-foot katana lightsaber. This was now a test, but which of them would show bravery, power, revenge, or hatred. Soon, Darth Kappan would know their true potential.
"You will not fight her. I won't allow it!" He bellowed. His determined voice carried surprisingly far, with an impressive amount of power for such little lungs. He threw out his hand and tried to use the force to yank Kappan's blade from his claws and send it into a wall, or shut it off mid-flight.
"The skulls of two Jedi to add to my collection -- my power will be rewarded, heretics." He unhinged his jaw to grunt and smirk.
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He remembered sitting by a riverbank and his slender fingers weaved the braid from the very root if her scalp, all the way down to the last inch of her long hair. It was a slow, calming and strangely ceremonial moment between the two. Meant to be severed by his own saber when she had finished her training and was a true Jedi.
This...Kappan. This...monster was destroying everything that Riti was, right down to her potential, her destiny.
As the Na'Vi and Sanghilli stared eachother down, Dvorak swiped the other end of the braid and tucked it into one of the hidden pockets in his sleeve.
He inhaled and closed his eyes, letting his mind feel out the ship. These barbarians likely had some freakish laboratory where it was keeping innocent creatures as slaves, or worse...people.
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"Real practitioners of our ideals would have been able to see through my guise and even have saved Pandora. The would have persuaded me through the force to halt the mission, or escaped through sensory cloaking. Riti, your master has done nothing but leave you to rot. Allow him to train and become stronger under me for your freedom. Or, Gelfling, will you be too selfish, too weak to sacrifice more?" He actualized, hoping to give fact and reason to the Jedi. Then, he threatened to crunch the orb three feet from Riti.
There. Somewhere mid-ship. Fear, and boredom, pain and hunger. Animals. Mounts.
The animals, the avian Moas, the towering mounts Gutas, the delicious thorn-beasts, they all became agitated as they felt the alien presence in their simple, starved and depressed minds. This little second mind in theirs was...elsewhere. And in pain. And angry.
The animals began to stir in their pens.
Dvorak inhaled deeply, his exhausted lungs feeling torn as filled to every inch with air. He sent the word, the cry, the command, the plea through the connection with the beasts.
And they heard the call.
"CAMALAYAAAAAAAS!!" Cried out the gelfling, his back arching off the ground and his little hands knotted into fists.
Several levels below, there were sounds of thunder-like rumbles as the creatures fought against their pens. The Moa were just a distraction, causing great chaos, while the Thorn-beasts lunged and struck at anything in their path, their teeth and horns spearing through armor with only a little difficulty. Even the scrub-grubs were swarming onto every available surface, gnawing and sucking onto guns and wheels and anything that look tasty to them.
But the Guta's were forces to be reckoned with, swiping Covenant aside left and right with their huge sickle-shaped claws, and simply stampeding down corridors and through amazingly thick doors.
The entire Battle-Cruiser was shaking as if caught in an earthquake, at the very least making it nearly impossible to stand. With luck, it would cause Kappan to lose focus and dissipate the Force Bomb. The lights went from bright to red, signalling a red alert as the ship veered off course.
The Gelfling screamed again.
It seemed that all his army was being put to shame by these fodder races. Thorn beasts and Gruta slashing and trampling. He was endlessly angered but would show the versatility of his conglomerate. "Revenants, cloak. Find the prisoners. " The beam swords and weapon glows were dismissed as they went invisible, hiding from the animals' vantage. Soon, they were hidden among the ammo banks and power cells that littered the area. Another advantage to the white interior was the superior boost in their cloaking abilities; due to the characteristics of light. Now, wherever he suppressed himself, he would stalk the little one and his lover.