The BoD presents Star Wars: Slaughter of the Jedi

[ToroMor]

As Darth Syn left the small group heading for his team, Darth Mor slowly turned his head and looked straight into the eyes of Lord Cadaverous. Then, he laid his gauntlet armoured hand on the shoulder of his former student.

“My friend, I hoped that we both could fight side by side against the remains of that dreadful plague known as the Jedi. No - it was more than hope - I trusted in you! And do not worry about the fleet. The new republic doesn’t stand the slightest chance against our overwhelming firepower. And the brilliant interim commander of the Death Star.”

A tall slender figure, wearing a black cloak, approached Mor, Cadaverous and Mauritius. The face was almost completely hidden beneath a hood. The only thing visible were two glowing eyes, one yellow like that of a reptile - the other one deep brown like that of a cat of prey. In his - or its? - sleeve the contour of a light sabre was observable.

“My scholar Darth Sinistrous.” said Mor with a small, pointing gesture. The figure bowed before the Sith Lords. “Master. Emperor. Darth Mauritius.” His eyes glistened with hatred and impatience.

“Emperor Cadaverous, my disciple is at your command to spearhead the fleet in its final elimination of the last republic.”

“It is time to mount the stealth fighter and pay our respect to the order of the Jedi.”

[Akira]

He could sense the massive strength and control of the dark side resontaing from the bodies of the master Siths that stood before him. His own strength was quite strong but he wasnt sure if he could believe the stories he had heard of Lord Mor and Emperor Cadaveras. He veered his sights to the Mor's scholar. It seemed there was more behind this figure than just a scholar but he didnt have time to reminesce on this thought.

"So we will acompany the assasination personally if I understood correctly? I would suggest we be on our way then Lord Mor. I am always a bit antsy to wipe out the Jedi and make them suffer. How I love the sound of those worthless wretches screaming in pain and ultimately releasing their anger which I in essence draw off of. Haha...this is the day Ive waited for. The end of the Jedi and any glimpse of hope and light completely destroyed. After this there will be only darkness and suffering. Only the evil and hatred of the Sith to linger on."

While Mauritius said this, the hatred inside of him started to condense into a massive amount of force energy. The surrounding room started to twist and bend. Remaining corpses of the previous battle started to implode while some of the guards standing around started to explode. The Siths eyes went from their normal white state to an extremely bright glow. Then they turned started to change once more to a filthy, dark, blood red. His hands started to reveal their muscular side and his veigns began to come to the surface. Observing this shear power the other Sith shuddered and then revealed their own hatred. All of a sudden all the built up force diminished.

[ToroMor]

Darth Mor nodded.

"Darth Mauritius, your control of the force is quite impressive.
Let your hatred flow and gather all your strength.
For we will soon meet our enemies.
Don't expect it to be easy, I foresee an immense battle!"

The group went aboard.

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Darth Sinistrous watched the stealth fighters of the assassination team jumping to light speed and vanishing from the panorama window. He knew his master was onboard one of those fighters and he left Sinistrous with a rather extraordinary task: commanding the Death Star and the assembled fleet into their final battle while his master fights the legendary Jedi. For a moment, a small spark of fear ignited in his frozen heart. But his highly trained Sith mind choked it within the same instant. He made himself comfortable in the throne seat and activated the master com link. -beeep-

“Darth Sinistrous speaking. Admirals, you received precise orders. In the name of emperor Cadaverous, I will not accept the least failure. Tolerance is impossible and any deviation will result in immediate and severe consequences. Personal consequences.”

A brutal smile crept across the animal face of the Sith. He watched the mission clock count down to zero. Then he intentionally hesitated for 30 seconds before he hit the supervisor confirmation control. 30 seconds more pressure on the impossible time schedule. His master shall be proud.

Darth Sinistrous leaned back and took a deep breath. With his extremely focused senses he followed the awesome ships of the fleet activating their engines and jumping out of standard space. He relished every millisecond of this ballet and in his head he formed a symphony that matched the pulse of the events. What an outstanding spectacle. The art of darkness in purest form! Although it was a mere prelude for the things soon to come. After the last super star destroyer vanished, Sinistrous hit the red glowing knob, mounted on his armrest, again.

“Charge.”

Exactly 5 seconds later, the brand new level 10 hyperdrive engines of the Death Star catapulted the immense battle station through hyperspace.

[Akira]

Mauritius, nervous for battle, paced back and forth inside the small transport. Feverishly, he awaited the arrival on the planet, where the mighty Sith would embark to write history and end the reign of the pitiful Jedi.

"How much longer to our arrival pilot?" He grunted at the small being.

"Uhhh...um.umm.eh..30 metro minutes..ss..ssir."

The two other Sith looked at Mauritius with disregard and paid no attention to his question. Then, Mor gave a look of aknowledgement, telling the Sith Lord that he would get his chance to fight.

The ship was very silent and no voices could be heard. In this tranquil environement the mighty Sith Lord was lost in thought, again thinking back to the day he became a Sith...

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"I cant believe......I didnt sense your.....strong conne....ction...to...the..Da.rk..s........"

After the his former master had said this he got up and made his way to the entrance of the city. He arrived at his quarters where he was soon confronted by two city guards.

"Hello Jedi, wheres master Hithu. Is he sick?"

He looked at them with hatred "No, he...he's busy right now. Um Im sure he'll be checking in at any moment."

With distrust in their eyes, one of them replied with "Alright, be sure to greet him for me, if you see him."

"Ill be sure to do that. Gentlemen, good day." With that said he continued to his quarters. SLowly walking he could hear the comlink of one of the guards turn on.

"Guard 26, Sector G9, respond. I repeat, are you there?"

"Guard 26, Sector G9, here. What seems to be the problem?"

"We have reports that Master Hithu was found dead on nearby path. It is ordered that his apprentice be taken in for questioning. Approach with extreme prejudice, I repeat, extreme prejudice."

The two guards quickly turned around yelling to the former Jedi.
"Lord Gaurel, please stop. In the name of the Republic, I here by am taking you in for questioning in regards to Master Hithu's death. Please come silently."

He veered his sights at them. He could see the Jedi in them or at least, the Jedi regime. He growled ferociously at them. "If you wish to take me in you will have to defeat me first."

With that the guards drew their F54 Grazer guns and started to open fire on Mauritius. He began to reflect all shots back at them yet was not able to hit them in their place of hiding. He turned the corner and disappeared. The Guards followed the Sith around the corner. Their was nothing. Had he escaped that fast? Again they turned around to take a look in the other direction, a fatal mistake. He lunged on to the would-be fighters, severing one in half with his lightsaber and grabbing the other by the throat. He looked at the quivering man, who he held in his powerful hand.

"Why do you fight for them?" he asked in a vile tone.

"eeheheh...what..are..you..talking about..eheheh?" The man could barely get enough breath together to reply the question.

"It matters not." He picked up the man and threw his head against the wall, repeatedly smashing it, until it splattered in a filthy spew, all over the floor.

He again made his way for his quarters, to retrieve any items and supplies he would need, to make an escape and search for refuge. Eventually he made it; immediately grabbing his medical kit, rations, a cloak, and his other lightsaber; and then was gone again. He was heading for the hangar bay, when he was spotted by a group of soldiers. Again, he could feel the oncoming fight that would turn out only with death and suffering. It mattered not though for he fealt more powerful than ever. Under the training of his master he was never able to be this strong. He fealt more rage build up in him against the Jedi.

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beep "Lord Mauritius, well be arriving soon." beep

"Fine but know that that was the last time that you interupt me while I am in thought." He yelled.

"Ye..yes ss..ssir. Wont happen again my lord."

[ToroMor]

The calamari eyes of General Kall’la’ak stared at the main holo screen, that filled half of the command ops, in naked horror. Only one minute ago, the scattered green dots of the allied fleet built a well shaped formation slowly drifting under the sweep of the long range scanners. Than, all of a sudden, hell was breaking loose. Within seconds, the screen was crammed with red dots, appearing out of nowhere. Their sheer number made the general tumble. He instantly realized that this was not only a hopeless fight - it was no fight at all. What would inevitably follow within the next few hours would be no battle, no confrontation - it would be mere execution. After minutes and minutes of watching the enemy ships painting the screen red, he was about to activate the comlink. But then one of his eyes caught a colossal red shape appearing on the screen. One short look was enough to assure himself that this was the dreaded Death Star. Until this very moment he had preserved a small spark of hope deep in his heart, he had hoped that all those reports about the enhanced new Death Star are exaggerations or a bluff of the new empire. But now as he behold this enormous battlestation, he knew that his worst fears had finally turned into undeniable reality. A cold shiver ran through his amphibian corpse. At least those brave fighters out there would die a clean death in their crafts. Most probably unlike himself and the other commanders. For a moment, his thoughts travelled to the Sith leaders of the attackers. And for the first time in his entire life, he considered committing suicide. Most probably the time would come when no command makes sense any more. Then he would draw that blaster from his belt…

((Sorry, I didn’t know how to enter this so I just made it short.))

Rage piloted his ship trough leading his squad to a insured victory. Using the force he contacted Darth Mor. “My lord, after the last fleet is destroyed what are you next orders?” he asked. The final fleet approached his own and stormed at them with lasers zipping past his ship. He sped up his ship making the thrusters shoot to there limit. He flew right bye the on coming fleet, coming to a complete stop and flipping around behind them. He soon took aim and started firing multiple shots at the ships decimating them to nothing more rubble.

[ToroMor]

Mor sat at one of the small windows of the stealth craft, silently immersed in the looks of the structure of hyperspace. Without turning his eyes from the scenery behind the window and without noticing who was perceiving his words, he said in a quiet and creepy tone:

“Travelling through hyperspace - which should better be called complex space - always makes me melancholic. I miss the twinkling of the stars of the so called common space. Humankind has once discovered the secrets of the negative solution to the space-time equation of movement, and it made them the masters of their galaxy. But only we Sith (and still some Jedi, even if not for very much longer) know that movement is just one insignificant phenomenon of the multi-dimensions of information. And thus, we my brothers are able to establish links between entities beyond those puny restrictions. Immediate links. Thus, when I look at the stars in common space, I ask myself which of them will be the next to visit and probably to annihilate. And I can promptly sense their fear. I really miss that while travelling through other spaces.”

A cold shiver ran down the spine of those who were sitting beside Darth Mor. For some moments, the oncoming challenge, the battle and the Jedi were forgotten.

The ship landed. The lights expired and the portholes silently opened. An aura of the light side of the force flowed into the cabin. The slaughter of the Jedi began.

[Akira]

Immediately when the hatch burst open, the light crept into the small ships interior and momentarily blinded the passangers. Mauritius stood up and calmly said "This is it...the day the reign of the Jedi is permanantly eradicated and we Sith rule over all. Let us fullfill our destiny."

As he made his way out of the ship, one could already sense the massive fight which was to ensue and change the history of the galaxy.

Immediatley as he made contact with the ground, the battle started. A squadron of guards started to open a hail of furious laser blasts on the mighty Sith. This would however be an easy hinderance to get rid of.

"Muahahaha, you think we can be destroyed with those primitive contraptions? You underestimate the power of the dark side, a mistake which will be your last" he shouted at the guards.

He reflected the laser shots back at the guards, hitting one while the others made their way to a small retreat where they could get some cover from the returning laser shots.

Mauritius glanced at the small box like structure, which made up the guards' defensive obstruction. He started to lift it with his powers, revealing a group of extremely surprised guards. He ran towards them and drew his saber, immediately severing one through the diaphram and cutting the others arm. Two others made their way for a nearby gate, though they were not fast enough.

Mauritius gazed at his fellow Sith lords and grimaced. "Will you do the honors lord Mor?"

[ToroMor]

Sector 3151, also know as the Corrm sector. As the biggest of 6 planets in the Irianean solar system, Corrm once was the home of the ancient Sith order. Forsaken for many thousand years, this was chosen as the main military base of the new republic. They thought a former Sith fulcrum would be the perfect hideout. They were wrong. And the battle of sector 3151 had begun. Space was illuminated by a barrage of laser fire from the innumerable star destroyers of the dark fleet. Apparently, the republic ships had no chance.

A big swarm of agile republic fighters launched a desperate attack on the Death Star. Captain Finnegan, the squadron leader of Gold One, recalled the words of his Admiral: Our only chance is the destruction of the Death Star. That could save the base from total annihilation and cut down the moral of the enemy. Finnegan frowned. He knew that the plans of the Death Star reached the republic on very suspicious channels. And the name of Archon Surtur was connected to it. But what other choice was left? He touched the comlink.

“Gold One to Gold squadron. Attack pattern A2 on my command.”
“Roger Gold One.”
“Attack!”

Finnegan watched his wingmen boost their drives and fan out on their attack vectors. Almost the same instant, the comlink yelled a sharp warning.

“Gold squadron! Tie fighters on vector 2-17-44!”

Finnegan could already see them. Several Tie advanced in a diamond formation. But there was another craft amidst them. Finnegan took the time for a quick scan. His fear was approved. It was one of those strange vehicles, extremely extended and customized and mainly used by Sith pilots. Finnegan’s right hand pressed the joystick hard into the top left corner while his left hand pulled the lever forth and then abruptly back again, as a fan of red laser beams intercepted the assault pattern of squadron Gold. One of the shots batted sparks out of his fighter. And Gold Three turned into a fireball.

“Damned motherfuckers!”

Finnegan struck the left lever forward and the right joystick backward and his face turned into a grimace. The edge of a Tie fighter came into sight for a millisecond. Before his target computer could send out his beep, Finnegan’s thumb pressed the fire button until his knuckles stood out white from his skin. A close miss. The same Tie opened fire on Gold Five and blasted it to hell. Finnegan grinded his teeth. These Tie fighters were too fast and versatile.

One after one, the Gold squadron was killed until only Gold One was left. Finnegan was going at full throttle, his fighter shaking in desperate maneuvers as all of a sudden, the Tie’s vanished from his combat range scanner. For one second, he slowed down his craft and held his breath. He scanned again, still no enemies in near range. He shook of his surprise and changed his course. Fortuna was on his side this day! With a left hand thrust, he commanded his engines to pound him on his original attack vector to the Death Star.

Darth Sinistruous relaxed in the black leather cockpit seat of the “Sabretooth”, his personal fighter. Combat controls immersed his slim figure in red luster. With a slight smile, he watched Gold One heading for the Death Star. The Sith Lord stopped his vehicle for a moment. Time for a little demonstration of his abilities. He shut his eyes, his fingers gently stroking the hyperdrive controls. Then, the Sabretooth performed a minimum hyperspace jump and appeared right before Gold One and sent 3 precise laser shots at the inferior craft before thundering with full speed over his left wing. The shield generator and laser turrets of Gold One were ripped apart in a violent explosion.

Inside, Captain Finnegan was hit by parts of his armatures. With blood stained face, he spat out a wild curse. Time for the secret plan. He activated the mission computer and the countdown started. He knew it was hopeless. Within the next seconds, the Sith Lord would return and blast his ass into the nile. But nothing happened. Finnegan closed his eyes. Ten. Nine. Eight. A red laser blast shook his craft and smoke appeared in the cockpit. Struggling for air, the last warrior of the Gold squadron heard the soft voice of his mission control. Six. Five. Four. A tear appeared under the pressed down eyelids of Captain Finnegan. His thoughts travelled to his long lost wife. We will soon meet my darling…. Two. One. Zero. The partial loss of his stabilization let his neck break as his fighter made the hyperjump. His last thoughts travelled to his Admiral. A Death Star with hyperspace shields? Very implausible. A quick craft packed with thermonuclear explosives could….

A red indicator on the Death Star’s hypershield monitor built the tombstone of the brave Captain Finnegan.

Darth Sinistruous was already on his way back to the center of the battle.

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"Will you do the honors lord Mor?"
Darth Mor showed a broad grin before he closed the black visor of his heavy armour.

Inside the Jedi temple, in the round main hall, the masters and apprentices had gathered together. They could feel the ground shake and the planet tremble from the bombing of the star destroyers. Still, their senses were fully focused on the vast shadow that slowly approached the temple. The Dark Side was heading for them. Master Alik Dandre pressed his palms together in full concentration while the Leianelli Jedi and others were activating their light sabres. An immense detonation sent stone fragments and a cloud of dust into the temple. A mammoth black tank stepped out of the dust. He wielded a heavy quadruple rocket launcher on his left shoulder. And he pulled the trigger. The rockets were programmed on maximum light intensity and equipped with quantum delocators, making them very resistible to force users. Three Jedi got direct hits on their light sabers, instantly transforming them into bloody spray. Master Dandre managed to direct one of the missiles into the rear wall. The massive warheads sent shockwaves of fire and shrapnels through the hall, killing and injuring half of the Jedi knights. Darth Mor dropped his empty launcher to the ground and lit his oversized red light saber, holding it in his right hand, and stepped closer, stopping in the middle of the hall.

“My brothers in darkness, the Jedi lambs are ready for the slaughter!”

[Akira]

As the dust started to clear up, Maurtitius could make out a group of master Jedi. They however would be a weak resistance for the Dark Side and would be overwhelmed within moments. Still, he hoped for a formidable fight that would give him a long lusted challenge.

While the Sith entered, the Jedi could be seen scrambling trying to get ready for a battle, which they never even had the slightest chance of winning. They readied their lightsabers and waited for the Sith to approach.

Mauritius, while excited for the oncoming battle, knew not to get his hopes up. He approached a medium sized Jedi who was cowering in a corner, no doubt hoping that this would give him a small amount of protection. Mauritius slashed his lightsaber at him, throwing the Jedi back into the corner. The Jedi was now off his feet and unstabile. Mauritius cut off his hand, sending the lightsaber of the Jedi flying out of reach, along with the still cringing hand.

The Sith Lord picked the Jedi up by his nack and hurled him against the cieling. His head slammed against the top of the building and a splash of blood rained down onto the floor. However, he was not dead yet. As his body came plummeting down, Mauritius caught him with the force and made him levitate for a while. He looked at the helpless Jedi and ripped one of his limbs out.

Another Jedi yelled at the Sith: "You monster, how can you torture him like that? Give him the death of an honorable warrior."

Mauritius was merely amused from this and hissed at the Jedi.

"Your kind deserve ten times the amount of pain this pathetic being is enduring. You are a scum that cannot even be punished. But I assure you, you will be begging me for mercy when Im through with you, I assure you that."

He slit open the body of the Jedi he had been holding in the air and threw his body towards the other Jedi with the force. The Dark Sith then headed towards his next victim...

[Mr E Man]

Extending one hand before him Testament watches as the young Jedi is engulfed in a white aura. in mere seconds he is upon the floor dead. His heart crushed in his own chest. Testament watches emotionlessly as blood oozed from his mouth like a miniature waterfall. Stepping over the dead carcass of the Jedi he finally exposed himself to the sun for the first time in years. Falling to his knees with tears in his eyes, he rejoices his freedom. the moment is fleeting as he realizes his next dilemma. The female Jedi ran off!

Cursing his luck Testament looked down at the body on the ground. "He won't need this anymore." Moments later Testament is running down the dunes garbed in the much too small uniform of the Jedi and an apprentice saber at hand, yelling at the top of his lungs for a Darth Mor. Then he sensed the precense of the force, a legion of Jedi were swarming his way at a quickening pace. Tapping into the force once again he stood still as a grey aura surrounded is body, then he stopped, battling with another being within his consciouse. Just before he collapsed upon the ground he heard the voice of master Luke.

Swimming in the eternal realms of his Subconscious Testament heard the voice of his former master Luke Skywalker.

"You are the chosen one Testament. it is your destiny to balance the force. The Darkside as grown much too strong."

Then another voice permeated through the shreds of his mind. "I am Darth Mor... your destiny is to be the warhead of the Sith."

Hungrily Testament guided to the darkness of his will. But then another voice spoke, a females, fainter that the others. "Do what is in your heart love."

With the stangled yell of his lost loves name Testament awoke, confronted by well over 30 Jedi, including masters.

To himself he whispered "...Jasmine" before he sent forth a wave of the force, which shook the very core of the planet. The world seemed to pause in movement as white waves of energy spun around his body, consuming the earth and the unlucky Jedi. As the dust settled Testament watched his artistry with the force with awe. Mangled bodies lying to his left and his right, a sea of death washed upon his feet. Climbing out of the crater he just created Testament smiled at his new calling. he will not side with the Sith or the Jedi. His only goal was revenge. He will wipe every trace of the force from the universe, Jedi and Sith alike. For if not for their foolish wars, Jasmine would never had perished. Testament's goal has never before appeared clearer. Revenge is a beautifu thing, he thought to himself as he walked to the falling sun, searching for the docks, and a way off Tatooine. Little did he know his hatrid was taking over, and his heart was quickly gliding to the darkside.