Post by GM_Darren on Dec 28, 2021 12:29:30 GMT
The Gantor-class shuttle loomed like a tiny speck against the Gas Giant star known as Helios. The name comes from native peoples world, Helioxotiisush, which loosely translated into Basic means, "to stand in the face of such power that I can only see myself as insignificant.” Much of the galaxy felt this way at this time. With the Coalition gone and the Sith now ruling the galaxy, it was worse than even the most pessimistic person could have even imagined.
Prime Minister Dalen Noros’ vision of a loose alliance of planets, the Galactic Coalition, had died with him. The shuttle’s destination was the remote colony on the moon Helios 7. Captain Draken Nyar leaned forward in his chair, “That’s it? It looks to small to called a colony.”
“Do not let him hear or think that,” said the Chancellor’s guard next to him.
Draken turned to the hulking figure next to him, “Ah, it has been so many months with you in that uniform, that I forget it is you under that helmet, Master JEDI,” Ithriel Borodar nodded.
“In these times you would do better for yourself if you had forgotten altogether,” he said he thought about the events that had led up to this. It was his people, the Mithril, also known as the Whills, who had first made contact with the Midi-chlorians and discovered the Force. Slowly and begrudgingly, the Whills started sharing their knowledge of the Force with offworlders.
It was rare in the early days, but eventually, there was a move to take part in what was still referred to as “the great experiment," which was the creation of the Jedi Order. The Whills quickly learned that some races were less attuned to the Force than others …. Humans being the most vulnerable of all. Almost all of the current Sith Lords are human, including their insane master Erdicor. To date, no Mithril had ever fallen to the Dark Side.
And now the Jedi had failed.
The Sith now ruled the day.
The debate was over.
The grand experiment had failed. Many on his homeworld pushed for further isolation. Ithriel did not agree, and was convinced of one thing,, if the galaxy did not work together to defeat Erdicor, then he would destroy them all.
Suddenly he was revisiting in his mind his last trip to Mithril, and speaking to the ruling council. “this one sith lord cannot outlast us all.”
“Yes he can,” Borodar shot back. “We have never seen a Sith like this one, and we may not ever see anything like him again. I have never seen such power.”
And for that truth he spoke, he was banished indefinitely from Mithirl.
And now, here he was again, among humans, and this lost colony on the edge of civilized space had now become the focus of the attention of the entire known universe. The leader and ruler of the Sith, Darth Eridicor, had issued a decree that if anyone was caught practicing heresy … the Light Side of the Force … then 100 children from that world would be executed at dawn by firing squad. No one had dared to defy this new law until a mysterious figure known only as the “White Ghost” began performing miracles and acts of heroism.
So now the universe was watching to see who would blink first.
“Do you really think he’s here?” Draken asked Master Borodar.
“Master Pendarryn is here, captain. Of that, I have no doubt.”
“Ithriel, the Sith are bluffing, right? They are not really going to kill 100 innocent kids just to prove a point, right?
“Have you ever encountered a Sith Lord before?”
“Well no I haven’t ..”
Before Draken could finish his sentence, the alarm klaxon blared. “Captain we are being hailed,”
“On-screen”
A woman with curly red hair, wearing a black dress uniform appeared. Draken’s heart sank when he saw her. It was Magistrate Ynadm, the leader of the Imperium’s Secret Pollice Force. “Identify yourself or be destroyed.”
“I am Captain Draken Nyar of the Chancellor’s Legionnaires. I am here on a mission of mercy to locate a citizen who has requested asylum.”
Ynadm did not break a sweat, and continued speaking plainly, “Captain, you have no jurisdiction here. Your government has toppled under our might. You are a traitor and this is insurrection. Prepare to be boarded.”
The holo-vid faded slowly.
“Red alert. Activate armor plating. Evasive maneuvers.” The bridge crew followed Nyar’s orders fluently and flawlessly. “Options and suggestions.”
“Detecting one enemy vessel in orbit, Behemoth Class,” said his tactical officer.
That’s huge ship, Draken thought to himself, huge and bulky and slow, “Can we outrun her?”
“Yes Captain.”
“Very well then. Best possible speed to Helios 7.”
The Moon of Helios 7, like many large moons of gas giants in the universe, had a breathable atmosphere. The main way a person could make an income was to work in the Tibanna Gas mines. Very dangerous but very profitable work. An honest days wages for an honest days work, folk would say around here, and fair is fair.
That was not to be the case this day. Fair was not fair.
Hidden on one of the top of huge gas collection rtowers, Glamdrin Pendarryn loked through his power-binovulars into the Grand Hall of the Capital City of Reehja. This hall was famous in the system for its food and hospitality. It was known as a place of splendor and awe, hospitality and service. That was not to be the case this day.
This day with Sith were going to turn into a morgue.
The battle droids marched 100 blue skinned children, all resident of Helios 7, out into the balcony of the Great Hall which overlooked the entire city. It was also being broadcasted on holoview across the galaxy. Most of the kids were too young to understand the danger they were now in. Magistrate Ynadm, flanked by two men in dark cloaks, walked into the courtyard. Glamdrin recognized them both instantly, Darth Talon and Darth Bane. His heart sank.
I could save these children today, but if I do they will just be back to shoot more kids tomorrow. And for the first time his life, the famed Jedi warrior did not know what to do.
Ynadm pulled out a holopad, and started reading clearly and plainly, “People of Helios 7, you have a heretic in your midst. This heretic has undermined the very nature of the Imperium existence here on this planet, which is to keep you safe from tyranny, to be safe from evil, and to have order and stability in the galaxy. This heretic, this traitor, has broken our highest law, to practice Light Side sorcery. There is no crime that is more serious, there is no behavior that is more irresponsible. And for that, you must pay a penalty,” by now a crowd o nearly a thousand had arrived at the Great Hall.
“It pains me to inform you that at dawn I will be duty bound to order the execution of these 100 innocent children. This is to serve as an example and to deter this terrorist from his evil sorcerer’s ways. UNLESS the heretic, this White Ghost, will identify himself before dawn.”
The next few moments took only a few seconds to happen, but seemed like an eternity. A young boy emerged from the crowd and held out his arms in resignation, “Magistrate, I am the White Ghost.” Then a few moments later, an elderly man made the same decree. And over the course of the next few minutes, dozens of Helios citizens claimed to be the White Ghost.
Ynadm was taken off guard. This was totally unexpected. She was about to give the order of execution, but before she could her ears were deafened by the sound of automatic laser fire. A small craft had descended upon them as was hovering over the Great Hall.
Glamdrin instantly sensed his friends, Captain Draken Nyar, Captain of the Chancellor’s Legionnaires, and Ithriel Borodar, Jedi Warmaster. As the laser fire continued to rain down, he pulled out his double-bladed lightsaber, ingnited both of his emerald green blades, and descended into the chaos …
Prime Minister Dalen Noros’ vision of a loose alliance of planets, the Galactic Coalition, had died with him. The shuttle’s destination was the remote colony on the moon Helios 7. Captain Draken Nyar leaned forward in his chair, “That’s it? It looks to small to called a colony.”
“Do not let him hear or think that,” said the Chancellor’s guard next to him.
Draken turned to the hulking figure next to him, “Ah, it has been so many months with you in that uniform, that I forget it is you under that helmet, Master JEDI,” Ithriel Borodar nodded.
“In these times you would do better for yourself if you had forgotten altogether,” he said he thought about the events that had led up to this. It was his people, the Mithril, also known as the Whills, who had first made contact with the Midi-chlorians and discovered the Force. Slowly and begrudgingly, the Whills started sharing their knowledge of the Force with offworlders.
It was rare in the early days, but eventually, there was a move to take part in what was still referred to as “the great experiment," which was the creation of the Jedi Order. The Whills quickly learned that some races were less attuned to the Force than others …. Humans being the most vulnerable of all. Almost all of the current Sith Lords are human, including their insane master Erdicor. To date, no Mithril had ever fallen to the Dark Side.
And now the Jedi had failed.
The Sith now ruled the day.
The debate was over.
The grand experiment had failed. Many on his homeworld pushed for further isolation. Ithriel did not agree, and was convinced of one thing,, if the galaxy did not work together to defeat Erdicor, then he would destroy them all.
Suddenly he was revisiting in his mind his last trip to Mithril, and speaking to the ruling council. “this one sith lord cannot outlast us all.”
“Yes he can,” Borodar shot back. “We have never seen a Sith like this one, and we may not ever see anything like him again. I have never seen such power.”
And for that truth he spoke, he was banished indefinitely from Mithirl.
And now, here he was again, among humans, and this lost colony on the edge of civilized space had now become the focus of the attention of the entire known universe. The leader and ruler of the Sith, Darth Eridicor, had issued a decree that if anyone was caught practicing heresy … the Light Side of the Force … then 100 children from that world would be executed at dawn by firing squad. No one had dared to defy this new law until a mysterious figure known only as the “White Ghost” began performing miracles and acts of heroism.
So now the universe was watching to see who would blink first.
“Do you really think he’s here?” Draken asked Master Borodar.
“Master Pendarryn is here, captain. Of that, I have no doubt.”
“Ithriel, the Sith are bluffing, right? They are not really going to kill 100 innocent kids just to prove a point, right?
“Have you ever encountered a Sith Lord before?”
“Well no I haven’t ..”
Before Draken could finish his sentence, the alarm klaxon blared. “Captain we are being hailed,”
“On-screen”
A woman with curly red hair, wearing a black dress uniform appeared. Draken’s heart sank when he saw her. It was Magistrate Ynadm, the leader of the Imperium’s Secret Pollice Force. “Identify yourself or be destroyed.”
“I am Captain Draken Nyar of the Chancellor’s Legionnaires. I am here on a mission of mercy to locate a citizen who has requested asylum.”
Ynadm did not break a sweat, and continued speaking plainly, “Captain, you have no jurisdiction here. Your government has toppled under our might. You are a traitor and this is insurrection. Prepare to be boarded.”
The holo-vid faded slowly.
“Red alert. Activate armor plating. Evasive maneuvers.” The bridge crew followed Nyar’s orders fluently and flawlessly. “Options and suggestions.”
“Detecting one enemy vessel in orbit, Behemoth Class,” said his tactical officer.
That’s huge ship, Draken thought to himself, huge and bulky and slow, “Can we outrun her?”
“Yes Captain.”
“Very well then. Best possible speed to Helios 7.”
The Moon of Helios 7, like many large moons of gas giants in the universe, had a breathable atmosphere. The main way a person could make an income was to work in the Tibanna Gas mines. Very dangerous but very profitable work. An honest days wages for an honest days work, folk would say around here, and fair is fair.
That was not to be the case this day. Fair was not fair.
Hidden on one of the top of huge gas collection rtowers, Glamdrin Pendarryn loked through his power-binovulars into the Grand Hall of the Capital City of Reehja. This hall was famous in the system for its food and hospitality. It was known as a place of splendor and awe, hospitality and service. That was not to be the case this day.
This day with Sith were going to turn into a morgue.
The battle droids marched 100 blue skinned children, all resident of Helios 7, out into the balcony of the Great Hall which overlooked the entire city. It was also being broadcasted on holoview across the galaxy. Most of the kids were too young to understand the danger they were now in. Magistrate Ynadm, flanked by two men in dark cloaks, walked into the courtyard. Glamdrin recognized them both instantly, Darth Talon and Darth Bane. His heart sank.
I could save these children today, but if I do they will just be back to shoot more kids tomorrow. And for the first time his life, the famed Jedi warrior did not know what to do.
Ynadm pulled out a holopad, and started reading clearly and plainly, “People of Helios 7, you have a heretic in your midst. This heretic has undermined the very nature of the Imperium existence here on this planet, which is to keep you safe from tyranny, to be safe from evil, and to have order and stability in the galaxy. This heretic, this traitor, has broken our highest law, to practice Light Side sorcery. There is no crime that is more serious, there is no behavior that is more irresponsible. And for that, you must pay a penalty,” by now a crowd o nearly a thousand had arrived at the Great Hall.
“It pains me to inform you that at dawn I will be duty bound to order the execution of these 100 innocent children. This is to serve as an example and to deter this terrorist from his evil sorcerer’s ways. UNLESS the heretic, this White Ghost, will identify himself before dawn.”
The next few moments took only a few seconds to happen, but seemed like an eternity. A young boy emerged from the crowd and held out his arms in resignation, “Magistrate, I am the White Ghost.” Then a few moments later, an elderly man made the same decree. And over the course of the next few minutes, dozens of Helios citizens claimed to be the White Ghost.
Ynadm was taken off guard. This was totally unexpected. She was about to give the order of execution, but before she could her ears were deafened by the sound of automatic laser fire. A small craft had descended upon them as was hovering over the Great Hall.
Glamdrin instantly sensed his friends, Captain Draken Nyar, Captain of the Chancellor’s Legionnaires, and Ithriel Borodar, Jedi Warmaster. As the laser fire continued to rain down, he pulled out his double-bladed lightsaber, ingnited both of his emerald green blades, and descended into the chaos …