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A storm brewing

Post by Kyramur Null » Thu Jan 14, 2021 6:10 am

The sun of Lothal beat down harshly on the laborers as they strained and sweated, the hot, heavy air mixing offensively with the sounds of work and effort as they struggled in the fields. Each held different tools-some scythes for cutting the crop, others large bags into which they were regularly putting the collected harvest. None but a few held batons. These were the overseers, the batons both their marks of office, and their devices with which to encourage better effort should anyone’s spirit flag underneath the sun.

None paused in their toil, thinking only of the next plant to harvest, and the cool drink and rest which waited at the days’ end.

None, that is, save one.

A guard stood apart from the others, alternating between watching his charges and looking to the sun with his eyes squinted, the bleak light painting his horns a garish ivory.

Trying to remember.

‘Who am I?’ Came the thought, as it always did in moments of self reflection for the hulking Zabrak.

His sense of self began perhaps some years ago, when he’d awoken in a hospital in the nearby village. He’d been found, they said, in a derelict freighter, barely clinging to life, with no identification and no means of finding out more, as the evacuation by the rescuers had been hasty, getting to safe distance just as the engine melted down.

Once he’d healed, he’d found simple work here as a guard. Something about it soothed him, was familiar. Every so often, he’d catch something, almost like a scent of memory, in the way he cleaned his weapon or checked the perimeter, but then it would vanish the moment he tried to grab hold of it.

A distant rumble pulled him from his musings-using one hand to shade his eyes, he squinted at the distant mountain range, which but minutes ago had been grasping at clear blue sky. Yet now it seemed to retreat from the dark clouds billowing up, promising a howling wind to come, with rain and thunder to follow.


‘Storm’s coming.’ He mused.

Little did he imagine that it would be symbolic of the brutal return of his past…

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Ben Kenobi » Tue Jan 19, 2021 11:36 pm

***Outer Rim Territories - U-7***
***Lothal Sector, Lothal System***
***Lothal***


Thunder rolled across the plains with the sweeping grasses swaying in the churning winds. Jedi Master Ben Kenobi looked up from his meditations and his eyes squinted as the wind stung them, the sun behind his position. His green eyed gaze looked to the south towards the mountains where the storm brewed. He caught a flash of very distant lightning and yet another low growl of thunder. It was still a good distance away.

Ben had been here on Lothal now for a week, or perhaps more, his skills in foresight and visions was still reasonably fresh to him but he was starting to pick up on the signs coupled with the faintest disturbances in the Force. He was hearing and listening in equal measure to the whispers.

But this one was different. On Ossus he had felt this call in the distance and always the inquisitive sort he had gone on in search of what the Force had to offer him. Over several days and two more worlds he had found his feet set down on Lothal.

Why? He still wasn't sure.

Thunder rolled again and the wind set his cloak to snap and his hair to lose its typically well mannered form. Dust and sand bit his face a bit and his eyes turned into finer slits. He could feel the distant call of the Force on the breeze.

As a Sentinel of the Jedi it was his duty to seek out the Darkness and extinguish it wherever it may fester and hide. He knew the scent of the Darkside of the Force when he felt it; and where he gazed into the distance he could most certainly feel the Darkness yet to come. Though he wasn't convinced this was an entity, a Darksider as it were. But a great darkness lingered.

Setting his staff into the ground he heaved himself to his feet, took a deep breath... and set off. He was many miles yet from those great Lothal mountains, but he hadn't come this far to turn back now...

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Silas Karn » Wed Jan 20, 2021 7:08 pm

Landing his interceptor on the far flung system it seemed the eccentric nature of the Sovereign’s motives had only been magnified during his renewed service to Tormentous. Looking up to the heavens the Sovereign called forth a great swell of wind and impacted the very climate of the visible horizon (Control Weather). Sparks of light soon light the sky as storm clouds swiftly darkened the skies. Thunder bellowed out for miles beyond the High Priest’s position as he began a slow march.

The longer the Sith lingered the greater the intensity of the wind, the harsher the thunder, and the more magnificent the bolts of light grew. Yet after several long minutes the Sovereign ceased his manipulation as the storm no longer required his influence. It would take more than a day to settle from the immense disturbance the priest had inflicted upon the atmosphere on Lothal. Satisfied with his entrance the Sovereign set about his primary task in scouting out the planet. Beyond potential artifacts and holocrons there was a presence here that predated the Sovereign’s own existence.

An entity the Lord of Eshan once knew. Long before the Empire had openly betrayed Silas. A potential boon if wielded against the foes of Moraband. “Are you finished kicking up dust my lord?” A cold metallic voice broke the silence of the Sovereign’s contemplations. “Perhaps, ever since our ‘lord’ altered my sight I’ve lost my taste for sunlight.” The seemingly ever present assassin droid did not reply further as it quietly followed its master. The pair continued their steady pace out of the valley in which they had arrived. Despite his famed mastery of sense, the Sovereign had yet to detect the almost ever present thorn that had imbedded itself in Lothal.

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Varn Badaash » Thu Jan 21, 2021 9:36 pm

“Did that storm form unnaturally quick?” Srid asked as he stared out the viewport of the Silver Mynock.

“Sensors do show that the change in weather patterns was unusual,” a Bothan responded from his station on the bridge. “We haven’t had any reports of unusual weather on Lothal tho.”

Varn walked up as the ship as it began the descent into the towns landing zone. “Is that not where Kenobi said he was heading?” Varn asked, as he adjusted his Stalker Armor.

“Yes it is,” Captain Alim responded. “We’re to wait in town till he is done with what ever vision quest he’s sent himself on, meanwhile keep your eye out for suspicious activity, we’ve gotten reports about local guards being to aggressive towards the farmers and we don’t want Lothal thinking the Alliance is gonna become just like the Empire.”

Varn nodded in response to his Captain but his eyes never left the distant mountains, he still owed Kenobi much and couldn’t shake the feeling something was off about that storm.

The unmarked Mobquet Transport came to a halt on the landing field at the outskirts of the town and the boarding ramp lowered to the soft dirt below. “Alright Varn, take a walk around, check out the fields, Lunter will be running everyone you see through the Alliance data banks, hopefully we’ll just have a few bad apples amongst the guard and not any Sith or Imperial operatives causing the stir.” The Captain spoke as Varn, Srid and Alim strode down the ramp. “Srid and I will visit the mayors office and see if they can shed any light on the story’s we’ve been hearing.”

“I’ll meet you back here Captain,” the Dashade replied as he dawned the helm of his armor. A moment later and the targeting computer came to life and started transmitting back the Lunter on the Silver Mynock.

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Kyramur Null » Sun Jan 24, 2021 4:59 am

The Zabrak shielded his eyes in annoyance at the sudden burst of wind from the field over, guarding them from the debris and backlash created by the ship landing.

'Alliance...'

Whether it was natural suspicion, or something else, he couldn't tell, but a part of his gut always twisted when he saw Alliance ships and soldiers. Most of them were friendly enough, or at least cordial inasmuch as their military training demanded, but he could never shake the feeling of...hostility towards them.

Unconsciously, he ran a hand over his blaster rifle, flicking the safety off and then back on, and then the same hand drifted to the stun baton at his side.

Then, like a herd animal shaking away flies, he twisted his head in annoyance. Another flash of instinct, of memory that he couldn't pin down.

But something else, even deeper, was telling him to listen to those instincts. And that he would need them soon.

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Ben Kenobi » Thu Jan 28, 2021 4:23 pm

One mile vanished into the past as the dust that blew across the plains and so Kenobi was steps closer to the mountainside now. In the near distance off to his far left he could see the specks of people milling about. Here on Lothal the work and migrant camps roamed with the seasons, this was likely one such camp and while it would be intriguing to view and study, that lingering; no, the growing darkness on the horizon was calling to him. It was an ominous feeling; not so much of impending doom but perhaps of treachery and foul play that was afoot. It left a very bitter taste in the Jedi Master’s mouth.

The continued walk through these more or less peaceful countryside was soothing despite the horrible growing storm in the distance. So rapid was the advance of the storm that Kenobi thought to begin assuming that it was not natural in formation at all but something temporarily artificial that was soon to be or possibly even now had the power to sustain itself.

Rain began to fall now, it was freezing and as the sprinkles pattered against the bare skin of his face he took a moment’s pause and lifted his hood over his head and drew his cloak about him to better cover his being. More properly protected from the elements he stepped ahead again towards the mountains.

He simply could not shake the feeling that he was walking right into something terrible. At that time he recalled the Antarian Ranger Fire Team that was currently dispatched here to Lothal. It was a unit he was familiar with and he wasn’t about to walk straight away into danger without letting them know what was going on. If he found himself in trouble he would want that they would at least be prepared to handle the situation or be able to call for additional support; though out here in the distant Outer Rim additional support was few and far between.

Appropriating his comm-link from a belt clasp he activated the correct frequency. “Ranger Captain Alim, this is Kenobi. Do you copy this transmission clearly?” He was concerned for electrical inference of the storm for it may very well garble the message. Once he had verbal confirmation he continued. “I am moving to possible contact. Be advised that I do not believe that this storm is of natural occurrence. Please alert the local authorities to stay clear and please have a recon team head this way. Over.”

As he kept going towards the mountain the rain intensified and soon enough he was walking right into a sheet of heavy rainfall…

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Silas Karn » Thu Jan 28, 2021 6:44 pm

As the rain clattered down upon the Sovereign’s helmet the figure of his accomplice faded from sight. The pair had reached a small settlement wherein the presence that had brought the priest to Lothal resided. It was only now that the Sovereign felt the distant disturbance caused by the renown thorn in the side of the Sith. It wasn’t pronounced enough to give away its personage but as acute as the priest’s senses were the disruption was enough to set him on edge. Culling his own presence within the realm of the unseen Sovereign quietly began to navigate the settlement (Force Mask).

‘That should stop the prying of unwanted minds into my purpose here, at least in part,’ Sovereign mused. With at least a brown robe covering his more distinguished armaments the priest was able to move swiftly though the town without drawing suspicion. Yet it was to the fields that his target drew his notice and to them a transport had arrived with what was sure to be meddling fools. ‘Well now how shall I deal with this? It will be difficult to undo this scenario without revealing myself.’ Accessing his com-link Sovereign began dictating instructions via coded tones. Walking out into the fields it was obvious that he would stand out a bit too much and as such the priest removed his helmet and attached it to the dock just below the back of his neck.

With darkened eyes and disheveled hair Silas’s identity wasn’t immediately obvious even to those that knew what they were looking for. Regardless the source of the priest’s search was under investigation as was obvious within moments of trekking through the fields. As soon as the Sovereign drew near there was no mistaking the mountain of Iridonian. Finally settling on the method of retrieval the High Priest walked up to the powerful man even as the Alliance operatives filtered into the fields and soon to quickly approach them both. ‘Allowing my questioning is likely the easiest path, however…’ Sovereign calculated as he coordinated with Nil to position the assassin in place to draw the full attention of the Alliance should it be needed.

“Kyramur Null, it has been far too many cycles apart from one another. What fate has laid such a prodigy of war to rest on such a worthless mud-hole of a world?” The Sovereign gave pause before adding, “I am here to free you from this place, to set you back amidst your peers. To rekindle the fire of that warrior’s spirit you held so dear!” It was an impromptu speech yet held great power in the words of the Sith Lord. The gift of such a silver tongue granted to the few who had held sway over masses. It was an important tool given that the Alliance operatives would be swift to interrogate this man who had walked into the middle of their search unadorned in military or guard apparel.

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Varn Badaash » Fri Jan 29, 2021 7:44 pm

Captain Alim and Srid were making there way towards the governing center of he small town when her comm buzzed. She lifted it up and Kenobi’s voice crackled through, a bit of static clouded the beginning of the call. The woman gave the Twi’lek a quick nod before responding.

“Reading you Master Kenobi,” she spoke. “Give me one moment” Alim adjusted a few setting to allow the Silver Mynock to boost her signal. “Go ahead Master.” She listened carefully to the aged Jedi and his orders. “Understood Master Kenobi, we are about to talk with the local mayor, we had our suspicions about the storm, should we be prepared for potential hostilities?”

Srid stepped aside and grabbed his comm and issued a handful of orders. Moments later the main cargo hold of the Mobquet opened up and two speeder bikes shot out, one being ridden by a dark grey Wookiee and the other by a young female Weequay. Both were heading in the direction of Kenobi.

Meanwhile Varn walked to the edge of the town and looked out into the fields, farmers were already starting to gather their supplies as the storm began to rain down on them. His espionage droid glanced around, programmed with the same database that Lunter was using through the Dashade’s targeting computer. “I’ll walk the east side Varn, you handle the western side.”

Varn nodded to his droid ally before stepping off the road and into the slowly muddying field. His dark eyes watched the personnel in the field, Lunter occasionally in his ear just letting him know when each individual was cleared. Several of the locals gave him a suspicious look tho no one seemed willing to confront the armed large alien.

“Varn, close in on those two conversing to your right, your system is having a difficult time getting a facial snap with his hood up and the guard he’s talking with has his head facing away.” Lunter spoke up in Varn’s ear.

“Understood,” Varn briefly replied before turning in the direction of the specific targets and slowly walking towards them. His weapons remained holstered and at current showed no signs of hostility towards the pair as he walked.

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Kyramur Null » Sun Jan 31, 2021 5:07 am

Kyr’amur Null.

A thousand images leapt, unbidden, to the front of his mind.

An endless dessert ending in a brawl in a bar.
The storming of a castle, fighting side by side with troopers armored in white.
Running, training, fighting on a dense-gravity planet with hundreds of others, always striving to set the example, to lead by doing.

And then, just as quickly, they vanished, leaving the Zabrak looking at this man with a strangers’ face, who, while completely unknown, still looked so familiar, like something out of a half-remembered dream.
He growled as the memories escaped him, stomping forward. Inasmuch as instinct told him to be cautious, it also told him he was close enough to answers about himself to throw that caution to the wind.
“You know who I am?” He demanded of the stranger, his blaster at the ready position.
So intent was he on the object of his focus, that he did not notice the Dashade approaching. However, in the back of his mind, he could hear the thunder roar, a dark promise of things to come. Though what those things may be for good or ill, the Force only knows…

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Re: A storm brewing

Post by Ben Kenobi » Sun Jan 31, 2021 6:12 am

He finally stopped after another mile or so of his walk through the plains. Sure enough the mountain had grown in proximity to him and the Darkness on that very horizon had grown with it but something came to him in that moment. He turned back towards the settlement; by and large it was much too far to see anything from this distance but it wasn’t his eyes that he was using in that moment. It was the ways of the Unifying Force. His senses reached outwards and captured the feelings that were astray; anger, confusion and fear. They were incredibly potent.

Kyr’amur’s feelings were powerful and passionate. Ben picked up on these things easily enough but honestly he wasn’t too concerned about them. Or at least he wouldn’t have been if the Darkness hadn’t been surrounding the situation and as a Jedi he did not believe in coincidences. Something was happening in the fields near the village and he felt that whatever it was it was of great import.

On the horizon he could spot a pair of speeder bikes heading his way. No doubt they were the scouts he’d requested from Captain Alim. He started walking in their direction. Hopefully he’d be able to catch a quick ride with the speeder bikes and reach the fields before something bad happened.

Again though as he moved towards the speeder bikes that were incoming, he looked to the mountains. He was unable to shake the feeling that the growing Darkness was out there in the distance. Unable to accurately determine where he’d be best needed he settled on the decision to get to the outskirts of the village where he’d be able to intervene if anyone was in trouble or not…

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