The BoD presents Star Wars: Slaughter of the Jedi

Gorath Sodom · 06-09-2005, 07:31 AM

(((OOC: This is a BoD only RP. Violators will be punished with extreme prejuicide.)))

STAR WARS

Final Episode: Slaughter of the Jedi

Several decades have passed since that fateful day; the fall of the Galactic Empire. After the fall of Emperor Palpatine and dissolution of Imperial Forces, peace spread like wildfire across the galaxy. For many years to come, progress was made by civilization; the New Republic, and all was well.

However, there are those who still seek a greater power. A band of rogue Sith, led by a ruthless and insanely powerful Archon, have been plotting a hostile takeover for many years. This particular lot of the Sith were so blood thirsty, so unstable that Sidious had to exile them from the main fleet.

Because of their exile, which was in the darkest corners of space, they have faced the most grim of odds but overcame the desperate struggle for survival. Their powers are now supreme, having perfect control over the Dark Side of the Force. Now they seek to put their divinely evil scheme in motion, which will soon leave the New Republic in shambles...

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In a Star Destroyer roaming on the outskirts of Republic space...

It was dark inside the commanding officers chambers, but that his how he preferred it... Dark. It helped him to focus his dark energies which would be pushed to their limits very soon. He grinned at the prospect of his faction possessing supreme dominance over the galaxy, enjoying the fruits of other's labor... Slave labor to be precise.

His meditation was disturbed when a figure, cloaked in all black, opened his chamber door, allowing the lights of the neighboring corridor to flood the room.

“Darth Cadaveras, we have received orders to rendezvous with the main fleet.”

Darth Cadaveras was an absolute monster. He possessed an impossible muscle mass, crimson flesh, multiple horns on the top of his head, each of them at least nine inches long and each of them razor sharp. His eyelids shot open, revealing his cruel silver orbs. He scowled at his meditation's interruption, revealing his beastly fangs. One could say he looked like Darth Maul, but much larger and much more grotesque.

“Have I not told you how much I hate to be disturbed?” His voice was very deep, very inhuman.

“My lord...”

Darth Cadaveras used his knowledge of the force to strangle the peasant who has so wrongfully disturbed him. “This better not happen again.”

“I-it won't,” the messenger struggled to speak.

“You are correct... Because your life has been forfeit.” The monstrous Sith lord stood up, standing almost eight feet tall. He turned to the peasent and unsheathed two lightsaber hilts from under his black robes.

“F-forgive me?”

“Never,” spoke the inhuman Darth with the iciest tone. He then flared up his weapons and diced the messenger into several pieces.

Faustus · 06-09-2005, 12:34 PM

In the Throne room of the Deathstar and flagship of the fleet sat Archon Surtur. He was younger than any of the previous rulers of the Sith but far more devious and cruel. He pressed a button on the arm of his throne and two elite guards walked in.

"You called us my lord." said once of the guards obediantly

"Yes signal the rest of the fleet, so far only Darth Cadaveras has answerd the call" Said Surtur coldly

"Yes my lord" said the guard

"And get me a private channel to Darth Mor we shall require his assistance" added Surtur.

Both guard departed leaving Surtur alone. The Emperor got up from his throne and moved to the window behind the throne. Though only a fraction of the fleet the ships gathered blotted out this system's star.

"Yes soon I will be Emperor, something that fool Palpatine could only dream of and this time no Jedi will survive"

Rinoa.Heartilly · 06-09-2005, 06:42 PM

Darth Lecronusa (Scura Leiainelli) was a female Sith Lord and the first of its kind. She however has massive power, as she was a fallen Jedi frustrated with the way the Jedi ran things. Skura didn't apperciate the ways of the Jedi. She had been under the training of Master Luke who passed on a good 10 years ago at the ripe age of 85. She was a skilled Jedi, but she never was given the rank of Jedi Master She however left the Jedi 5 years before her former masters death at the age of 15. However she made it look like she killed herself leaving a note her empty robes on the ground, her old violet light saber still on. She in truth became affilated with the Darth Cadaveras with the lust for flexibility(much more then a Jedi's) and power. Darth Cadaveras saw the infinite power in her and her notable skill and took Scura under his wing teachering her the ways of the Sith. The stormtroopers often took her lightly, at least before they realized that she had unimaginable power in which she took quite a few stormtrooper lives with. She now has sworn to take revenge on the Jedi for not reconizing her true power and potienal.

Darth Lecronusa had too been aboard the Death Star. She had entered the Commanding Officers chambers seeing the dead man on the deck. She slowly entered the dark room.

"I see more casualties have been make my Lord. He looks worthless."

(Darth Cadaveras whom Lecronusa in her training so she often refers too him as "Lord" as a sign of respect, even they are the same rank)

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((OOC: Now the Jedi))
Meanwhile, at the newly refurbished Jedi Temple,

The Jedi have lost a sense of dedication and motivation after Master Luke was killed 15 years ago. Darak Leianelli has now been the new Master Jedi, along with a council of his brothers and sisters: (listed in order of age) Raioen, Lena, Daian, and Rida. The council didn't only consist of his family but a few other Jedi as well: Alik Dandre, and a few other masters. The Padawon had been eagerly awaiting training.

Darak and Rida were teaching today's lesson.

Darak started lecuring

"Ok today we are going to learn retrieve our Light Sabers once we have lost hand contact with them. We don't expect you to do the move right away but to see a demonstration is often a way to understand the Force and use it for good and selflessness. Only if you use it do so, this move will not be possible. Myself and Master Rida will demostrate."

One of Padawon raised his hand, with a puzzling look on his face.

Darak noticed the child's hand.

"Master Darak I have a question. What is the purpose of the Jedi training. there is nothing to fight...the Empire collapsed over 60 years ago. Why do the Jedi still train? I don't understand. I have power but what to use it on?"

Darak had listened to this Padawon and remembered his own twin sister's words. Their were simiular and the Padawon concerned Darak
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Flashback

Scura was crying.

"Why do I do this still?"

Darak looked over at his crying sister.

"What do you mean my sister?"

Scura still in tears looking for comfort.

"Why do I still train? Whats the purpose?"

Darak trying not to get emotionally involved stayed about 10 feet from her.
"To become one with the Force."

Scura still lost her cool and continued to break down.

"I don't see the point in training. I'm not getting anywhere and I have powers beyond my class and yet no one seems to understand. I want to be a Jedi Master. I have the abilities and the skill.

Darak: Being a Jedi isn't about power, abilities, or skill Scura you should know that. A Jedi Master is molded by his or her connection with the Force. Your conrol of the force is strong but your connection is weak. Scura, you will never be a Jedi Master.

Scura stormed out and continued to cry in her quarters.
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Darak still thinks back to this moment.
"Would she have killed herself if I didn't have that conversation? Would it have been different? Would the Jedi still be strong if she still was alive?"

Darak often felt that his beloved twin sister was still alive somewhere. He could feel it.

"Well my young one, The Dark Side still rebuilds itself and will be strong again soon enough. Master Luke has forseen this and we must train until his profiecy comes true. Be wise young Padawon stay strong. You are the future of the Jedi. The future is more important then anyone could comprehend."

In truth Darak had gotten simular visions as well.

Destruction666 · 06-09-2005, 06:45 PM

As Darth Destruction stood staring at his weapons laid out in front of him
he could sense the impending battle. His muscles were tense, his mind
was on edge, and he couldn't wait for that first entoxicating spray of blood
across his almost nonexistant face. Just that moment the door opened
behind him and three guards stepped in, instinctivly he whirled arround and
with one deft flick of his wrist bashed a ancient decorative twi-lek battle
mace through ones skull and wedged it in the next one's forehead. Startled
the third guard scrambled to flee the room, but, then the entranced dark lord
came to his senses. With a mere thought he grabbed the remaining guard
by the hair and sammed him in to the wall. Slowly he floated to the almost
incapacitated mortal and grabbed it's face with his clawed hand. Staring
into the the all absorbing blackness of his eyes the guard nearly lost his mind
and in moments heard a voice through his thoughts as if somone calling
trough an eternally deep abyss...

"WHAT HAVE YOU DISTURBED MY BATTLE PREPERATIONS FOR"

"*choking* Archon Sur*hack*tur requests your presance*cough*"

"VERY WELL,
BUT NEVER DISGRACE THE NAME OF YOUR LORD WITH YOUR DAMNED HACKS!!! "

As those words echoed in the guards head screams echoed from the
chamber as the mans mind was torn to pieces by the dark side.

Darth Destruction drew his weapons to him and left his destroyer for the death
star....

ToroMor · 06-10-2005, 12:31 PM

In a bleak corner of deep space, not far from the convened forces of the Sith..

Suddenly, the emptiness is mauled by the grey masses of innumerable imperial star destroyers squalling out of hyperspace and blankness itself seems to struggle and groan. The gigantic battleships irresistibly force their way into common space-time and their powerful engines pound the canvas of cosmos with merciless violence. Than, a final shockwave shatters the structure of outer space. A monstrous ship, the executor class super star destroyer Bloodbath enters the realm of the four dimensions.

On the bridge of his command ship, the view of Darth Mor wanders to the nearby Death Star. Beholding the floating object on the panorama screen, his thoughts begin to travel. The Death Star has always been the symbol of undisputed dominance. Its sheer size, its unsurpassed firepower, its menacing design, everything about this gigantic space station expressed perfection - the final mastery in the art of the dark force. But it was more than that. While it silently lurks in the depths of space, it appears like a lethal planet, like a vast warrantor of the supremacy of humankind over the laws of nature. With its ability to exterminate whole worlds in one strike, it is a dark gauntlet, thrown in the faces of the gods.

This time, the forces of the so called “New Republic” and their Jedi friends won’t stand a chance. They possess nothing that could break through the shields of the new and enhanced Death Star. Their cluster of spaceships is by far no match for the immense fleet under the command of the Sith. Their only hope are the Jedi, the weak spawns of Luke and Leia Skywalker, some apprentices and a few undead masters. Darth Mor smiled under his armour. He knows that he was foretold to be the one who will kill the last of the Jedi. Darth Mor’s unhuman blood begins to stream faster as he tries to imagine the oncoming fights. Time to unleash the true powers of the dark side.

“Lord Mor, please excuse me.” There is this irrepressible undertone of fear in the otherwise bossy voice of Admiral Blieker as he addresses his commander. The calm but unhumanly voice of the Sith Lord seems to come from the deepest pits of hell as he speaks to himself: “I sense the aura of Emperor Surtur and the others. At last the final dusk has come. Eternal darkness will soon engulf creation and light shall forever die.” Darth Mor turns around and slowly fixes his gaze on the admiral. He inhales the barely oppressed fear of the human. For a small instant, the Dark Lord rejoices in watching the widening eyes of Blieker whose voice turned into a croaky whisper, pressed through his clattering teeth: “Lord Mor, a secured message from his majesty the emperor.”
“Into my chamber.”

Some instants later, the holographic communication device bathes the commander’s chamber in dim blue light, casting the humongous shadow of the Sith Master on the metallic wall. The image of Emperor Surtur appears, the leader of the combined armed forces. Darth Mor steps forward, into the range of the transmitter. “Hail Emperor Surtur! Darth Mor onboard the Bloodbath reports: fleet assembled and approaching the main armada, ready for battle. I await your orders. May the dark force be with you.”

Faustus · 06-12-2005, 11:46 AM

Surtur steped into the center of the room and the holotransmision system brodcasted his image to the rooms of all the commanders.

"Alright most of the fleet is assembled and we can no longer wait for the rest of the fleet we must launch our attack now!"

"Here is the battle plan, I shall lead the main assault against the rebel base with two thirds of our forces and the other thirds shall circle around to the other side of the Rebel Planet once we have engaged the Rebel fleet. While all of this is going on a small commando team shall land on the planet and capture the Jedi leader, I want him alive and I will not tolerate failure" Said Surtur coldy. The Hologram fades from the commander's rooms and Surtur sits back down upon his throne and presses a button on the arm.

"Get me Lithios Kanos, I have a special Job for him" Surtur stoped and smiled wickedly.

"Yes it will all soon be mine, all with learn to fear the name of Emperor Surtur"

Mr E Man · 06-13-2005, 02:14 PM

“Who am I?” he asked the darkness. A faint dripping of water echoed throughout the cavern, slowly driving him mad. He stared around but saw only an eternity of shadows. Shadows which threatened to consume his very existence. Slowly, he paced back and fourth within his natural prison, talking to himself.

“How long has it been?”

“Why am I here?”

“Where am I?”

“WHO AM I?” he screeched, only to be met once again with his echo. Laughing, he stumbled drunkenly towards the spring, within the cave. The wondrously maddening spring, which provided the only other sounds for him, within his world of everlasting night. Once he reached the spring he greedily lapped up the water, filling himself, until he became nauseated and vomited at his feet. He laughed and continued his pacing in the solitude. Feeling with his hands he walked towards a wall. Gently caressing the wall, he felt for what he was searching for. His calendar. Lines marked what felt like a day to him. Although he had lost track long ago.

Stifling a laugh, he turned, to pace once again in his veritable prison. Then he heard a noise, unmistakable to his ears. A rat, scurrying within his dark domain. Seeking the rodent by sound, he lunged for it, grasping it in his hands. How he knew its location was unknown to him, it was a feeling. Feeling the furry creature's heartbeat quicken, he brought it close to his face so he could smell it. With a swift, vigorous bite, he clamped his teeth over the rat’s head, severing it. Chewing slowly, the prisoner consumed the rat raw, savoring every bite.

Once he was done eating, he paced once again. He stopped, giving off a strangled cry of rage and despair, and ran towards a wall. Diving headfirst into the stones. Stars, flashed into his eyes and warm blood trickled down his face. He smiled before he was embraced by the peace of unconsciousness.

Destruction666 · 06-13-2005, 02:23 PM

As Darth Destruction’s transport docked in bay twelve of the death
star, he had one objective in his mind, getting on that infiltration team.
Destruction knew that he had a good chance, being that he was the only
direct padawan of Surtur to attain rank of sith lord. One out of four.

Destruction still remembered the day he was found by Archon
Surtur. The planet he was from was called Ten-locton Nor, it was found upon
Surtur’s rise to power in exile. The planet was odd in that it had no system
nor sun, it was alone and dark just like it’s inhabitants. Destruction found the
search team (headed by Surtur) in a cavern scanning the remnants of his last
victim. Suddenly he ATTACKED, but Surtur had sensed him. Surtur whirled
around and grabbed the clawing daemon out of the air and slammed him into
the wall. As he was held there he felt his mind being probed. The Archon said
Something to him but he didn’t understand, he had no language. These words
then echoed in his mind “Your potential for Darkness is great, join me and I
can introduce you to a power beyond your imagination” the creature relaxed
and was let go. He went with Surtur and his 2 remaining guards (ten of which
had been killed by the beast) back to the home of the tribe and began to
receive his training by one of the sith lords. But he soon realized that this
man was no match for him. One day during training he decided to let loose
during sparring. His master was diced into small chunks in mere seconds.
Soon, after going through 2 more masters, it was more than obvious that he
needed direct attention from the best. That is when Archon Surtur decided to
take him as a padawan. He received his training and then his
name “Destruction” from this man and has followed him ever since.

Destruction walked down the corridor to the door of the Archons
room and mind tricked a passing guard into entering the chamber and
announcing him. Seeing that the Archon wasn’t in a more violent mood than
normal Destruction entered the room. He bowed and knelt to his lord and said,

“My lord, I Wish to ask a boon of you…”

ToroMor · 06-16-2005, 12:33 PM

Darth Mor leans back in his huge throne-like armchair. A deep, roaring laughter drones from within his helmet. At last, the final act has come. At last, he will be able to unveil the naked might of the dark side. After the laughter has died away, the figure sits motionless. Minutes after minutes pass by and still the dark figure looks petrified. Than, the aura of darkness emanating from the Sith Lord intensifies. Tenacious waves of pure force waft slowly through the condensing air. Even the ungifted could smell the odor of pure power.

“Captain, Sir! Sensors caught unusual vibrations in the ship structure.” Captain Snider looks over the shoulder of the bridge officer and frowns. Looks like an unreported space anomaly. “10% up on shields!” “10% up on shields. Aye Sir!” “Full structural scan!” “Full structural scan. Aye Sir!” Admiral Blieker stands in the back area of the bridge. His thoughts circle around the oncoming events. Under normal conditions, this battle would be merely a beginners training. But with this Sith Lord as commander? The presence of Darth Mor on this ship causes a constant nervousness to the Admiral and the crew. Slowly, Blieker walks over to Captain Snider. “Something important Captain?” “Admiral, Sir! We had an unmapped space anomaly..” Suddenly, Snider falls silent and his widening eyes look into the suddenly pale face of the Admiral. Both distinctly feel strong vibrations in the bridge floor. Within the same instant, the startled voice of the bridge officer yells: “Captain! Heavy abnormal fluctuations throughout the ship! Rapidly increasing!” Snider barks his instructions: “Maximum shields! Emergency stop! Red alert!” Admiral Blieker gets a grip at a console. “An unmapped anomaly of such scale. Impossible. What the hell.. “ The rest of his words are drowned out by several exploding screens. Through this chaos, the shrill voice of another bridge officer shouts: “Sir! The sensors located the epicentre of the disruption. It comes from the commander’s chamber!”

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Master Darak addresses Garak Mon: “Now Garak, tell the council why you called us together in such a haste.” Jedi Knight Garak Mon erratically wipes the sweat from his forehead while his eyes stray through the temple hall. His voice sounds pressed: “I can feel a dark hand grasping at me. Time is ... short, .. must .. .. hurry.” Then his eyes seem to turn inwardly for some moments. His breath goes harder and harder. Raioen Leianelli suddenly utters: “I sense the presence of the dark side!” Garak Mon cries in desperation: “O no, he’s too strong! No NOOOO!!!!” Then he falls to the floor, face down, and sobs. The other Jedi already jumped up from their seats. Master Darak’s voice is hardly able to conceal his excitement. “This seems to be an encroachment of the Sith.” Then, Garak Mon raises his head from the floor, his eyes turned blind and his unnatural loud voice sounds eerie and resounding: “Yes, my dear Jedi, the Sith are on their way and nothing can stop them. They are coming for you. They will grab your throats and tear out your hearts. They will rape your women and eat your children. They will defile your bodies and devour your souls! The dawning of darkness has finally come. RUN FOOLS!!!” That said, the Jedi Knight quickly flashes his light sabre and cuts off his own head.

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“Who.. am ..I?” The echo of the words trails off in the darkness. “Whooo .. a..m ….iiiiii…..” - the words fall apart and turn into syllables that flutter around the corners of the cave. Deep shadows lurk in those corners in that cave on Tatooine, where a tortured creature is captured in a comatose dream..

He stands amongst the dead desert of Tatooine. The twin suns are blown out and eternal night has befallen the burnt planet. Sweet coldness embraces the punished soul of the dreamer while unhallowed stars pierce the blackness above him. Abruptly, the dreamer whirls round. A tall dark figure with burning red eyes stands before him like a grotesque obsidian statue built by a long forgotten mad artist.

„Who.. are.. you?“

„I am the Christ of Darkness, named Darth Mor. I have come to end your suffering and lead you to your true fate. Know then that you are Darth Testament, the prophesied warhead of the Sith. You will soon fulfill your destiny in the erasement of our enemies known as the Jedi. I await you.”

All at once, the sleeper awakes. Footsteps approach him and two voices whisper: “It is gone now. I don’t sense it any more. But it was there.” “Where?” “Around he corner. There’s no doubt about it. It was the dark side of the force. We should be careful.” The sound of two activating lightsabres is heard.

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Contented, ToroMor arises from his seat. He had a deep insight into the netting of fate and had pulled some of the threads of doom. As he enters his bridge, he notices the smoke and the omnipresent stress. Admiral Blieker hastily strides over the messed floor and reports to his commander: “Lord Mor, we had..” Nothing else left his lips. Darth Mor looks straight into the eyes of his Admiral. The words of the Sith Master sound like the final commandment of a dark deity: “You, Admiral, will now lead the main assault on the Republic base. Attack frontal with all ships and bombard them until nothing is left but death.”

Just a few minutes later, the private fighter of Darth Mor howls out of the hangar and quickly disappears from the undamaged monitors of the Bloodbath. The face of Blieker shows an expression that no one of the crew ever witnessed. An expression of religious fatalism. His body tightens and he arranges his uniform. “Captain, you heard the commander. I want the ship repaired and combat ready in 20 minutes. Excuses won’t be tolerated. Confirm battle plan 666 and inform the fleet that we attack in exactly 30 minutes.” Blieker turns to the panorama screen and locks his hands behind his back. “And send a message to his majesty, the Emperor, that the armada of Darth Mor will cover the central attack along with the Death Star.”

Rinoa.Heartilly · 06-16-2005, 03:52 PM

OOC: (take the countless Padawon deaths leave the masters alone...at least don't kill them. Hurt them miserably...but they should keep their human form and still look sexy.)

Darak takes the Padawon outside the Jedi Temple near the cave where Obi Won lost his life.

"Young Padawon, we are here to pray to Obi Won. He is part of the Force and can aid us in our training."

Two of the elder Padawon left the prayer and drifted off to the forbidden cave to figure out its secrets.

"This will be great!!" said the Male Padawon
"Yeah we finally will have a place to be alone" whispered the female

The two were about to kiss when the Male hit his elbow on the switch opened the door and saw a huge being in front of them

Darak continued unnoticing of the two Padawon and their new "friend".

"Think of Master Obi Wan and the others and the Force shall be with all 40 of you."

Just then he realized he was 2 short of forty and looked towards the forbidden cave...

(OOC: Theres your sign E)

Gorath Sodom · 06-19-2005, 10:18 AM

Several hundred thousand kilometers away from the death star, a dark blue wormhole opened. Seconds later, a platoon of Star Destroyers, all painted in black and crimson camouflage, jumped out of hyperspace.

The one at the head of the fleet had monstrous spikes all over it, signifying the custom Star Destroyer of Darth Cadaveras.

On the bridge...

“Captain Tileek,” said the fearfully deep voice of the monstrous Sith lord.

“Yes mi lord?” Just a normal human, he was intimidated greatly by his commanding Darth.

“Inform the Darth Star we are preparing to dock for repairs and await further instruction; and make haste.”

“Yes sir!” Tileek hurried off, knowing full well what would happen if he were to half ass.

Cadaveras pondered how easy a victory this would be. With them combined powers of Surtur, Destruction, and himself, they would be able to hold their own, but the seemingly infinite powers of Mor and Lecronusa, once his padowon, would make their victory all the more crushing. ' The Republic and the Jedi have not a chance against us. These times of peace has surely made them soft. Not to mention, their putrid light powers cannot match up to the dark side. '

Rinoa.Heartilly · 06-19-2005, 05:01 PM

Sith

Lecronusa moved from the CO Chamber back to her quarters. She laid down in her bed. As soon as she was about to fall asleep for the first time in 10 days, her quarters-guard came in. He was rather new here, so he did not know what to expect. He did however fear Lecronusa, which was his first and last good move.

"My Lady..."

Lecronusa responded.
"Why do you dare disturb my slumber?"

"M-M-My Lady we are to d-d-dock for repairs."

Lecronusa gets up from her bed and slowly walks toward the guard.

"Is that all...you know I don't apperciate people coming in and waking me up...telling me something...THAT DOESN'T CONERN ME!!!!

"But m-m-my Lor-Lady it is m-my to inform y-you of whats going on..."
The guard knew he was good as dead.

"Did you just call me Lord? And you woke me up. Tell me a good reason for me not to kill you...."

They were now outside the door to Lecronusa's quarters.

"Please my Lady......AHHHH-UKKKKKKKK-CK"

"I have no time for this insolence"

Lecronusa choked the guard to death. She then hovered his body outside the door and laided it there beside his former post. Lecronusa yelled from her current position:

"You right there...stand right in front of that dead body...AND DO NOT WAKE ME UP UNLESS INSTRUCTED TO AT A CERTAIN TIME OR FACE THE PUNISHMENT OF THE ONE BEFORE YOU!"

Realizing that she had to proceed to the bridge Lecronusa got up and walked to the bridge.

"Do not move from here...or else" She pointed towards the body.

Lecronusa walked further. Every guard in her path was cringing and hoping they did not have to stand guard duty to Lecronusa...after she went through her 5th guard in 3 days. She was having a sleepless few nights, as she heard messages from who-knows-where going through her head all night. She had been getting better with 1 guard a week...but it went downhill. She was trying to find a way in her powers for a remedy.

The Lady made it to the bridge. She then awaited instruction.

EDIT: (OOC: Is E Man going to be posting here...he said he may not be so I was wondering whether or not to delete my Jedi post. BTW...I'm from now on going to pput on top of my post whether or not it is Jedi or Sith.)