Lord Lanik
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Twilight (DONT POST HERE)Twilight
A new enemy has arisen from the darkest depths of the Galaxy. An Empire ruled by a man with powers beyond comprehension a man who will never stop his campaign against all other life. A man who will fight till his last ship, his last man. A galaxy divided can't stand against this power. Alliances must be made to hold the few free planets left. Jedi, Sith, Dark Jedi, all views of the Force must be abandoned to stop certain destruction.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
-Addon Shin’Se (Lord Lanik): Firrerreo/human male (Sith Lord)
-Xander Vos: Human Male (Jedi Master)
-Vikro Shin’Se: Human Male (Jedi Master)
-Lord Embeion: Human male (Sith Dark Lord)
-Abba: Human Female (Jedi Grand Master)
-Empress Saber: Human Female (Sith Dark Lady)
-Shia’Tun: Unknown Male (Leader or invading forces)
-Lord Vexen: Human Male (Sith Lord)
-Darron Presh: Stenax Male (Galactic Syndicate Overlord)
-Dakoth Mandal: Human Male (Jedi Master)
-Cain Mhoon: Zeltron Male (Jedi Knight)
-Tomer Rossin (sp?): Human male {Mandolonian} (Jedi Knight)
-Rive Caedo: Human Male (Jedi Master)
Prelude: Encounter
Fifty ABY
The Sith spy picket QRs957 sliced through relapse a hundred light-years from the nearest known hyperspace rout. It’s sleek curves catching the dim light of thousands of stars on it’s smooth grey hull. It was just finishing it last day of its two month research trip in the darkest depths of the Deep Core. It had taken years of planning to start this expedition.
“Anything to report?” The expedition leader, Jern Vorta, asked the woman manning the sensors. Jern had short grey hair and his dull brown eyes held a knowledge and sorrow that come only from old age. He considered himself level-headed and serious and very down to earth.
“No sir, but there is an unusual gravitational flux at 0.6471; it’s about twelve thousand meters away. No matches found in our database,” the tech replied with a professional coolness.
Jern leaned over the tech. “Any data on it at all?” He asked eagerly, his eyes filled with excitement.
Abruptly the few lights that light the small shuttle shut off along with the engines and the sensors.
“What the frag just happened!?” Jern asked, panic rising in his voice. Without power, any of the strong magnetic pulls that covered the Deep Core would suck them in. They would be crushed by black holes and their ship compressed into centimeters.
“I don’t know sir, all power shut off nothing is respond----,” the tech cut off as the sensors powered up, nothing else. She stared, dumfounded that the main screen.
“S-sir…look,” she said, her face turning white.
Jern glanced up at the main screen and turned pale feeling a deep terror rise in his chest. Countless ships of designs that he couldn’t recognize filled the space that had moments ago been as empty as a Weequay’s head. From the hundreds of capital ships with enough firepower to reduce planets to slag to the millions of sleek fighters it was a fleet lager than any other in the galaxy. Echoes rang throughout the ship as they slowly moved towards the biggest of the ships and what Jern assumed was the flagship of the fleet. It was the size of an Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyer, but with what looked like twice the firepower.
“SIR! WHAT’S GOING ON?” the tech yelled.
“Feirfek.”
With a booming thud the hangar doors slammed shut, shutting the spy picket in like teeth locking in their prey.
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