The Plot Archive

Adira stood within the circle of the Council Room and bowed deeply in respect for the Lords who had requested her presence.

Two squadrons of fighters sat waiting in the docking bay. Flyn could feel the tension in the air as the seconds counted down.

Bryna walked into the conclave of the Council, bowing respectfully to its members. She noticed a lone woman standing in the middle of the assembled circle. The woman wore a white robe that hung about her in gracefully folds.

Two silhouettes stood silent watching the soft light of the two moons of Tatooine. Both were dressed in large dark robes that were moving in the desert wind. Suddenly the older one spoke with distinction in his voice.

Reece clutched the message firmly in his right hand as he approached Councilman Veroc. He knew that Veroc looked favourably upon him, almost like the sonm he never had. Reece knew that Veroc would be open and honest with him.

Croatan entered the spaceport bar. How many months since his awakening? The Dark force was strong here, in this place. The training, but more than training, had taken its toll. He had lost what baby fat he had. He was gaunt he felt, he thougt, more like an old man and yet according to his master his training had not even really begun. Krouksant was that it, was that the place he must go? The voice didn't seem to think it was important, he would be guided there. Croatan suddenly noticed a man standing in front of him the man was trying to say something. Croatan relaxed his hand enough to here him. The man gasped for air and said something sounding like "c-h-ee-s e".

Garrison Strode through the Halls of the Jedi enclave, with barely repressd excitement evident in his every step. Often Had he dreamed of coming to this place, but to finally be here? It was almost like a dream. He smiled broadly, his brown cloak swirling about him, and adjusted the Lenses that covered his sensitive eyes. He had wagered greatly in coming here, and he knew that the force would help him see his wager through to the end. He had noted several unfamilier races since arriviing, but the most surprising to him, had been the sight of a wookie clad in the robes of a jedi a lightsabre hung respectfully at his side. He chastised himself mentally for a moment, no force user should surprise him, the force was with all, it was only that a few risked opening their eyes to it. He knew it was strong within him and within these walls. None of its users should surprise him. He stopped as recognition of someone he had never seen before came to him in a flash, mindfull of the apparent council member she stood before, he strode towards her. Waiting for a pause in the conversation. "Excuse me? Byrna, is it?" He brushed a strand of nearly white hair from in front of his lenses. "I am told that I must meet with the council, could you assist me in finding it." He Paused, Momentarily facinated by the light reflecting off her dark hair. (dark hair or skin colors are unknown among the D'nirians)

Seeing the surprised expression on her apprentice's face, Adira Callan spoke softly. "You may answer the young man, Padawan, " the tall woman beside Bryna coaxed, a slight smile on her alabaster features. Turning her attention to the young D'nirian, she noded slightly. "Welcome, Garrison....."

Startled, Bryna turned to face the D'nairian. Hearing her mistress's soft voice, she calmed down. "Yes Mistress," she said softly in reply. Looking up at the strange goggles that shielded his eyes, Bryna nodded. "Yes, I can take you to the council chamber. Come with me." Bryna said, smiling at him.

If the parting at Tlyykesecca's tiny starport was tearful, it was only because two people actually cried -- Ushalankrram's mother and his youngest sister. The twins and their elder brother were merely somber. Ushalankrram had to reassure them all that as the oldest of the five, he had to come back once in a while to see them.

Duras Alman walked calmly through the halls of the Sith, accompanied by a Twi'lek escort who was paying him no attention whatever. He was a tall man, quite striking in appearance. He wore his dark black hair long, stopping just below his shoulders. At his belt was his lightsaber. He was dressed in dark colours; a long black cloak, which swirled just clear of the floor. He wore a simple garment of black and dark red. As he walked, he stretched out through the Force and briefly, briefly, touched the immense power of the Dark Side, radiating in incredible waves from the Sith chamber, which was now only a short walk away. The Twi'lek escort opened the door and motioned him inside. He walked past the alien into the council chamber. Instantly, the awesome power of the Dark Side hit him, making him feel suddenly invigurated. How long had it been since he had felt the power? Not for a long time, not since his deadly battle with Joruus C'Boath, the evil Dark Jedi clone who had taught him. It was only after he found C'Boath's Sith remanants that he came here, to join the council. He was already a Dark Master, strong in the force. But, like a drug addict, he felt a need, an urge, a craving to be near the power. He looked around at the assembled Jedi. He noticed many of them were in pairs- one of whom was far more strong in the Force. Alman guessed correctly that they were apprentices and masters together. There was one man, he saw, standing alone. Duras could feel the Force in him- it was strong, but not as strong as a Master. He briefly stretched out with the Force, and touched the mind of the young Dark Jedi. Siian Mahni. He walked up to the Sith apprentice.

The man that approached him emanated a great amount of energy from the dark side, and even an apprentice like Siian could feel such awesome power when it was near him.

Duras nodded, a lexicon of emotions briefly passing over his face.

"Coruscantsss...", Croatan said it with a ugly lisp." Why in the world would you want to go there", asked the frieghter Captain. When Captain Snub had agreed to meet this stranger he was told he'd be paid in advance. He thought he might, with any luck, be able to ditch his passenger after payment had been made. He needed to over-haul his hyperdrive and he still owed money, genetically altered females were his weakness. Now he was trying to decifer a destination out of this wookie brained moron. His body guard had barely recovered himself and still sat at a distance from there table. The merchant Captain had never seen a man move so quickly. This desert baked fellow now sitting directly across from him had effortlessly disarmed his body guard while gripping him like a vice around the neck. The captain had spotted at once what looked like a light saber. He is wearing a brown robe, like a Jedi, but if he's a Jedi Knight I'm a bantha, thought Snub. The man is obviously deranged, I may turn this into a quick profit yet. Captain Snub grinned his most ingratiating smile,"it seems you've been noticed", Snub indicated the two uniformed Republic policeman at the entrance." I wouldn't try to run if" ... The merchant stopped in mid sentence. The lights inside the spaceport bar seemed to fade, the music stopped, then all Hell broke loose. The place seemed all of sudden to be a blaze in light and sound. Every filament in every light cylinder egnited. Patrons dove for cover, but the furniture was electrified. A great deal of fur was cinged, clothing caught on fire. The band had stopped but the multi-tubed singer couldn't remove her appendages from a crackling microphone. Her final song was an excrutiatingly long high pitched whine.

Garrison Returned the smile warmly, "Thank you, I am Quite Grateful" He turned and followed her Deeper into the Jedi Temple. "By the Way my name is Garrison, and It is a Pleasure to meet you." He Increased his pace to walk beside her, adjusting his lenses for maximum Peripheral Vision "At the risk of sounding rude, I would like to ask another favor, if I May. I have ever Been to Coruscant before, could you tell me a little about the place as we walk?"

The freighter Captain,Snub, never saw nor heard his passenger but he knew he was on board. Knew he was somewhere hiding or just waiting.

With each step Flyn climbed, the feeling that _something_ was about to happen steadily grew and grew. The building itself felt funny--there was something about Jedi using the Force that put the air on edge; most people didn't feel it, so Flyn had learned not to talk about it--but that wasn't it... His senses were on edge, turning the world into a sharper image of itself.

The sun had barely arisen over the large city of Coruscant when the large passenger shuttle landed on platform E46. Fox could feel the strong influence of the force as they entered the orbit, but here in the city the feeling was stronger then he could imagine.

Bryna smiled again," Not a problem, Garrison." Bryna looked forward as they walked beside the D'narian. Taking a deep breath, she began to tell him of the great planet city. "It is the govenmental center of the galaxy. Here senators fr....." her voice faded from the her master's hearing as she led the young man away to the council chamber.

With Bryna escorting the young Garrison to the council chamber, Adira moved to a shaded balcony and looked out over the City. Her blue eyes scanned the busy thoroughfare and were drawn to long flight of steps to the entrance of the Jedi Council. There she saw a young Wookee with a bow caster and felt the current of the Force in him..but her attention was soon drawn to the looming shape of a Corellian freighter on landing approach ..the feel of that ship was decidedly different...The force still, but dark, disturbing. She inhaled deeply, reaching out to the ship and felt the Force fade as if it were becoming less focused . detached in some way. The feeling strange, disconcerting. Turning from the balcony, Adira saw a young man enter the corridor and smiled..a new apprentice for sure from his nervousness. The very air currents around him danced with his tension as evidenced by the dust swirls at his feet.

Garrison Stared at the doors to the council chamber intently for a moment as though considering some long delayed action, then he turned back to Bryna.

Croatan had never been in the big city. Even through all the training and his awakening power he was still enough of a country boy to be awed by the sheer size of the place. The buildings formed canyons and the streets were a maze. The people were so varied that he found himself gawking like any newly arrived tourist. It was hard for him to concentrate. The city was bad enough but with so many minds so many emotions he was overwhelmed.

Flyn stopped his nervous shuffling abruptly, the tension in him seeming to melt away and the tornadoes by his feet falling limply to the ground as he snapped around to stare directly at Adira.

Croatan noticed that Coruscant offered technologies and diversions that if made available back on his own planet would be called magic not science,and yet the basic human traites of jealousy, greed, and therefore prejudice and violence still ruled most human behavior.

"I will stay here and wait for you..." Bryna said with a soft smile. Watching Garrison walk into the Council Chamber, she whispered softly behind him, "May the Force be with you..."

Adira smiled at the young man, serene and calm as a summer's day. "I am Adira Callan....my apprentice has just escorted a young man to the Council Chamber, perhaps you would allow me to guide you there as well.?"

Flyn snorted. "The Council?" A thought struck him--

Croatan had followed his instructions, this was the third address he had been to, and he still knew he was being watched. He figured they were checking him out. Now a man waited for him. Sitting alone near a rear exit. The man was Sith. Croatan walked over. The crowds the music of the place, some kind of meeting hall but not a bar, melted away. Croatans' eyes were riveted to the man in black sitting waiting. A droid was serving the man a drink. Croatan knew that this was also a test. He knew that it was not uncommon for Sith to fight and even kill each other. Protocal was all essential. One name came to him; " Tyrannus". Croatan knew that this man could answer his question; Why was he hear? And what must he do? " Havoc, violence you will be my diversion young one." The powerful Sith master let Croatan touch his mind. "Do not bow, not here, in this place. WE will go together and you will be given your assignment." Croatan walked beside the dark Sith Lord as they exited the meeting hall.

Mar'lar has been with his mentor, Darlandrica, for some while, eager to learn as much as he can and start to understand the power he has and how to use it. With the passing of time the anger, bitterness and hatred Mar'lar has had since the mob attack has been carefully nurtured into a potent power.

Part Two: A Call to Serve

Emperor Bolmor sat on his throne in the Dark Sith Temple on Yavin IV, and observed the Sith that had been brought before him. His red gaze fell upon each one in turn, and each one felt their mind being probed by the powerful Sith Lord.

Croatan wore what seemed to be the requisite black cape of the Sith. He desperately wanted to ask a question but his mind was blank. He did think that a group of Sith Masters walking into Bespin would appear to conspicuous for his liking. He perfered to do things alone working on the locals.

The Emperor, almost sensing what Croatan was thinking, glanced at Croatan then stood up.

Duras Alman smiled.

"Master Durasss our numberss seem to have shrunk." Croatan said this as if he were spitting. No matter the Dark Side is More powerful. We shall prevail! Croatan reveled in the Dark side. He even began to drool a bit. He would need to kill something when they arrived on Bespin.

The Six Chosen stood before the council. Five young human, one middle aged woman, and one wookie who towered above all of them.