The BoD presents Star Wars: Slaughter of the Jedi

[Mr E Man]

A bustling town of commerce, greed, deciet and debauchery. None other than the capitol of Tatooine. Testament entered the city limits. Nausea engulfed him, as his mind was assaulted by the life energy of the city's inhabitants. Not only did he sence the force but the very essence of life.
Closing his mind to the external distracions he scanned minds for his utmost desires, a pilot i need of money. Homing in on its exact location he followed it to the source.
Barreling through the swinging doors of a nearby bar, it stank of rank sweat, fetid food and booze. Testament gave a slow intimidating stare at its inhabitants. Eyeing his target he moved foward, practically gliding to the unwary pilot. Stepping next to him Testament moved swiftly, yanking the pilot to his feet and grasping him by the throat, his legs dangling in the air.
"I need a ship... now," Testament growled.

Wildly flailing and gasping for breath the pilot was heaved back into his seat, pouncing upon him, Testament drew his Lightsaber and gently grazed the neck of the pilot, scorching his flesh.

"My payment is that i do not kill you, agreed..." terror engulfed the pilots eyes as he stared at Testament. "Actually, let me prove to you how serious i am". Pushing the pilot further into his seat Testament turned to the now silent crowd in the Bar.
"I am the reaper... and your time has come", a mad grin crept to his face and he leapt into the crowd the Saber spinning around his body under the control of the force. Harnessing the force Testament flung tables chairs and people throughout the bar, all the while his Lightsaber whirling in a shining dance of death, wielded by an invisible warrior. Bones tored from bodies, borke and shattered. Wood splintered and metals clanged, and groaned as they crashed everywhere. Amidst the chaos stood Testament smiling the cowering Pilot who soiled himself long ago. The screams died away as the lives perished, and with one final scream of agony and a wet pop of a body exploding, the bar fell silent. And the pilot soiled himself once again.
"So you accept my offer..." said Testament, more as a statement than a question. The pilot uttered a pitiful moan and nodded.
"Now get me off this rock."

Moments later Testament boarded the ship which resembled and oversized Y Wing. Setting off the thrusters, the pilot' s shhip known as Renagade blasted into space.
Once out of orbit Testament asked the pilot "What is your name?"
"Judecca" he responded fearfully
"well Judecca, where do you store your weapons and tools"
Glancing behind him he pointed at a sealed room."Everything is in there. Sir"
"Excellent" Testament stared at the control panel, "Oh and one more thing..." using the force Testament tore the communication system from the helm.
"You won't be needing this, I wouldn't want you making a mistake that could cost you your life", laughing dryly Testament stepped into the storage area. Staring at the motley array of weapons, ship parts and tools, his mind set itself into motion. "Now time to created a suitable set of weapons."

[ToroMor]

Darth Sinistruous had parked his fighter in the hangar of the Death Star and now entered the throne hall. The emperor’s seat was still abandoned since Darth Cadaveras was still involved in the slaughter of the Jedi. Sinistruous sat down. For a moment, he enjoyed the feeling that he got from leaning back into the black armchair. This seat was an epitome of power. He rotated it towards the panorama window. Only a few crafts were still hurling around, the battle was over. One after one, the star destroyers ceased their bombardment. The fingertip of the Sith hit the com button.

„Status, commander.“

„Lord Sidious, the enemy has suffered a total defeat. Only a handful of crafts are left but they will not escape. The surface of the planet has been completely evaporated by our laser batteries. The only thing left is the Jedi temple, according to order 666.“

„Charge the main weapon commander. Annihilate the planet at my command.“

The commanding officer hesitated for a second. He knew that Archon Cadaveras as well as Lord Mor and the other Sith Lords were still at the Jedi temple. But he had learned his lessons well and was far from questioning the interim commander of the Death Star. He cleared his throat.

„Aye sir!“

The red comline indicator expired. Darth Sinistruous smiled and closed his eyes.

---

„All is ready, master.“

Darth Mor gave the mental projection of his disciple a virtual nod. He also sensed that Darth Mauritius was about to fully unfold the darkness within himself. Very good. Along with Cadaveras, Testament and the others, they would become the scourge of the galaxy until eternity! Everything was assembled for the grand final.

The glistening light disappeared. Four Jedi were now facing Mor, awkward figures wrapped in their anachronistic clothes. Four light sabres that were lying on the floor, where the slain Jedi followers had dropped them, jumped in their hands: one sabre for each Jedi. Immediately Luke, Anakin and Obi ignited their sabres, assuming combat stances. Yoda however plugged his sabre into his belt and focused on the force.

The noises in the hall died. Most of the other Jedi had been slain. All was drenched with blood. The victorious Sith now turned their attention to the strange occurrences in the center of the temple. They saw Darth Mor standing amongst four Jedi that were supposed to be destroyed long ago. There was Anakin Skywalker, holding a purple lightsaber. While in an aggressive Ataru stance, he slowly circled around Mor on the right side. Obi Wan Kenobi, wielding a green saber, moved around Mor’s left side, in a defensive Soresu stance. Luke Skywalker very slowly pushed head-on towards Darth Mor, conducting his blue saber in a unique variation of a neutral Shien stance. Then, all of a sudden, a vast number of lightsabers which laid on the floor, hovered into the air and ignited. It were around 30 of them, all circling above the Sith Lord and pointing towards him.

“Yoda, you amaze me!”

The roaring words of Darth Mor resounded in the now almost quiet hall.

“Looks like you old ghost took some time to study advanced combat techniques. I am impressed. But beware - combat leads to anger. And anger is the path to the Dark Side. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

The same instant, the three Jedi warriors launched their combined attack. Obi Wan came running while Luke and Anakin whirled through the air. With one brutal grip, deeply into the structure of the force, Darth Mor shattered Yoda’s meditative transcendency and took over the control over the floating sabres. Those came down onto the Jedi like a baneful hail. The Jedi immediately interrupted their attack and tried to protect themselves from the laser blades. But instead of attacking the Jedi, the lightsabres started to perform a grotesque dance. In strange patterns, they danced around the Sith Lord, forming a pentagram. The glowing pentagram than sank down and caught the Jedi as well as Darth Mor inside its inner pentagon.

“This shall be the sign of the new galactic order. The sign of the eternal victory of the DARK SIDE!”

Mor smiled again. He lifted the handle of his light sword. The handle itself was about three feet long while the laser emitter was about one foot broad. As the Sith ignited this weapon, a thunder shook the walls of the Jedi temple. The Jedi now stared into the red glowing of a ten feet long and one foot broad, gigantic laser bihander.

“Now Yoda, stop annoying me and join those padawons.”

The inhuman voice of Mor was threatening. Yoda’s lightsaber sprang into his small hand and with a cracking sound, a green blade appeared. He assumed a neutral Ataru stance.

Darth Mor greeted them with his blade. It resembled a Makashi greeting but was in fact an ancient form, developed aeons before the development of the Makashi style.

---

Meanwhile, Darth Sinistruous was sitting on the black throne known as the emperor’s command seat. His finger impended over the comlink button. With only a small movement he was now able to blast the remains of the old order and all Jedi into oblivion. But his awareness was not within the Death Star. He was eagerly watching his master. The following display of swordsmanship could be learning matter for centuries. For a moment, Sinistruous’ thoughts travelled back in time, to one of his first lessons that he received from the one who called himself Darth Mor.

“Master, I think I understood that speed and technique are only a matter of the mind. If you can foresee the actions of your foe, you can defeat an opponent who is faster and more experienced than yourself.”

“Don’t forget brute strength my disciple! Always use brutality in a fight.”

“Yes, my master. I will.”

“Besides that, one day you will perhaps meet someone who is able to use the force better than you. Someone who is able to anticipate all your combat actions, who can foresee your movements, who makes himself stronger and faster than you can be.”

“Is there a way to defeat such an enemy, master?”

”Yes, there is.”

“Will you teach that way to your humble student, master?”

“You have a long way to go and there are many things you can only learn through endless practice. But let me tell you as much as this: the force is not what most people think of it, especially not what the Jedi teach. The force is not some all-surrounding energy, nothing immanent to objects, nothing ethereal or divine. The force lies only within yourself. Thus, you are able to form the force according to your will. You create the force. If your mastery has reached such a level, you will someday understand that ‘the force’ is nothing but reality itself. And the door is open to unlimited power.”

Darth Sinistruous recalled the vibrating voice and the red eyes of his Lord Mor as he then spoke the next sentence:

“You will understand that you are a god. The only god. And that you are able to do everything if you ‘force’ all creation, reality itself, under your unbreakable will.”

Mor made a small pause.

“In the end, you will destroy everything, including yourself. That is the fulfillment of the Dark Side. But you will be reborn. Because darkness never ends. And in your shadows, Light will arise again. Just to be destroyed again one day.”

Darth Sinistruous’ thoughts returned to the present. At the time when Mor explained those things to him, he was not able to reply anything, his thoughts were a chaos. Meanwhile he had learned so much more about the force. But still, he was not even able to fathom the depths of his master’s knowledge and power. And he certainly never would. Long ago he had realized that his master was neither human nor belonging to any other species in the galaxy. Sinistruous was convinced that this creature, known as Darth Mor, was born from the void itself, a manifestation of pure blackness.

---

Amidst the smouldering ruins of their temple, the last of the Jedi launched their attack on Darth Mor.

[Gorath Sodom]

Cadaveras broke into the Jedi Tower, coming face to face with many older Jedi, whom look quite pissed.

"It was this monster who has slain the younglings!"

"He will taste vengeance!"

Cadaveras laughed at the empty treats of his opposition. "By comparison to me, you are all younglings for I am timeless!"

They lit up up their sabers, ready to do battle.

The bararic sith archon followed suit with both of his sabers. "Come at me, all at once!"

All four jedi charged him simultaneously. Despite them being master jedi, Cadaveras was holding his ground against all four, fighting off two with each saber. He made it look like child's play, as a matter of fact. 'THESE FOOLS KNOW NOT THE POWER OF THE DARK SIDE. FOR THAT, THEY SHALL BE VAPORIZED!!!'

And the battle raged on... as Cadaveras charged up his spiritual force energy for a great attack.

[darkViVi]

(((OOC- This is long overdue.)))


The blizzards rages constantly around on a small moon orbiting a distant planet far outside the outer rings, a moon which has never kissed the light of day. The great distance the moon and planet has from the sun provides an excellent opportunity for Lord Zeratous to test out his brand new weapon, one that will be made for the Death Star.
A slave approaches a man sitting in the control room, the man is wearing black clothes and a hood covering his head.
"-D..d..d..Darth Zeratous, all systems are up and running, but.. is... is... is this really necessary? Blowing up this sun will surely destroy my home planet and kill all my friends and relatives."
Darth Zeratous stands up and faces the scared slave.
"Necessary?? NECESSARY??! Of bloody course it is necessary, and do not, slave. Make the mistake and think that I care even for a fraction of a second."

The powerful Sith then takes the hood off his head and reveals his morbid looking face to the little Gnome-like slave who just stands there looking terrified.
"-Worthless worm, Face thy doom" Zeratous calmly says with an angered tone as he presses the button on his Light Sabre, a shade, black as the darkest night shoots 3 feet out in the air from the handle of the sabre and the warrior of darkness cuts the slave in 3 pieces by first cutting off his left arm and then his head. The slave silently hits the floor of the control room. The Sith then disengages his sabre and asks if the weapon is ready to fire.
"-Aye, Lord. At your command" one of his officers replies. Zeratous takes his hood back on his head and walks across the room towards some buttons with blinking lights on.
"-Fire!" Zeratous screams out. The Sergeant then presses the red blinking button, enters a security code and presses the red button again. From the control rooms monitor they observe a pillar of red light that is shooting up into the air and into space, the Sergeant then switches the picture to an infrared camera mounted on a satelite orbiting the huge sun in the solar system.

They wait for roughly 3 minutes before they see the red beam again. It travels at the speed of light and finally hits the sun. The sun seems to grow for a minute, the point of impact getting dark red and flares shoots out into space. Suddenly a deep rumbling is heard all the way to the control centre on the distant moon and the sun explodes in two stages, first it grows three times it's size in seconds, devouring two of the nearby planets. It almost seems to charge up and finally it explodes, the satellite is engulfed in flares and fires in the middle of the solar system and stops transmitting data to the control room.
"-MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! A success! Finally it worked! With this weapon on the Death Star, nothing is able to stop us locating and destroying the remaining Jedi, even if we must destroy every solar system in the galaxy, we will annihilate them all!! Prepare my ship, I shall return to the Death Star at once and deliver the news personally."
"-Aye Lord!" One of the commanders of the Stormtroopers replies and orders a handful of soldiers to do the job and escort the Sith.

2 hours later...

"-Lord, We have prepared the battlecruiser and 15 smaller crafts as support for the long journey to the Death Star."
“-Excellent” Darth Zeratous replies, and walks to his quarters to claim what’s left of his bewerages. Eventually he gets in the battleships control centre and orders the pilot to take off. The journey through the stars takes place uneventful until suddenly the radar man says…
“-Sir? We have made contact with several ships.”

Zeratous replies, “Try the hailing frequency.”
“-Lord, they do not respond, what actions are we to take?”

Darth Zeratous gets up and orders the radio operator to tell the fighters to engage the objects.
“I want Delta and Charlie to flank them on the port side, while Alpha and Echo attacks in front. Send Tango and Lima around to attack from the rear, if they come any closer we’ll engage with our main weaponry.”
The radio operator transmits the message and the fighters breaks off from formation, Tie fighters Tango and Lima changes course completely, but unfortunately two of the resistance fighters breaks off to meet them.
“-DAMMIT, ok move us in closer and I’ll take the controls for our batteries, prepare Photon Torpedoes, the Medium distance missiles and the Plasma machineguns.”
The weapons are prepared and the Sith takes the controls himself, three resistance fighters has now broken away from the attacking Ties and are heading straight towards the battlecruiser, Zeratous takes a deep breath while aiming the lock on them and fires two medium distance missiles at the fighters on the flank. The explosion is so big on impact that the centre vessel is destroyed along with the targets.

“-My Lord, I did not know that could be done, medium distance missiles at such a short range, why not the short range ones , sir?”

“-Merely because they have a greater blast, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

The weapon operator gets back into his seat and they can only watch the rest of the Tie Fighters finish their job. Once done they get back into formation.
After weeks of traveling at the speed of light the convoy finally reaches the Death Star and docks in the main dock.
“-I have buisness with Lord Mor, of the most urgent sort.”
Lord Zeratous moves without delay to the throne room and shows off his research data along with the drawings of what will be either an updated Death Star or a new one.



(((OOC- Let us keep this RP alive my brethren.)))