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Thousands of years have passed since the reformation of the Jedi Order. New technology has allowed hyperspace routes to be forged between galaxies and as a result the "Galactic" Republic is exploding in growth and beginning exploration into other galaxies. The Republic has reached a new peak in prosperity, but all is not well. The Sith and Jedi are once again at war. No longer is the rule of two enforced and now hundreds of Sith are locked in combat with hundreds of Jedi. No longer are the Sith confined to the shadows. They are now permitted and protected by law to practice their faith as much as the Jedi, and along with the Jedi possess representatives in the Senate.

The Senate has become nothing more but an illusion of authority. In truth it is just the Sith and Jedi who control the senate, pulling strings in the force to prevent the other from gaining complete control. Though the army of the republic remains inactive both the Jedi and Sith orders have begun to manufacture fleets of starships and fighters regularly engage each other in combat. Both sides scramble to recruit as many force sensitives as possible regardless of values. The Jedi are facing an issue of corruption as many of the newer Jedi aren't very prone to follow the code, many Jedi who should be novices for their immaturity and lack of discipline are quickly made Masters. Many of the higher ups are too desperate to fight off the Sith to be picky with who they choose to recruit and promote to Jedi Master, but a small group of purists are slowly emerging from within the Order. The Sith too still maintain their cruelty and arrogance, and their academies ensure that their values are passed on, but compared to some of the earlier Sith, they have taken on a much more moderate stance.

With intergalactic hyperspace routes opened there is suddenly a surplus of resources available. Both the Jedi and Sith are struggling to establish themselves and explore these galaxies for raw materials needed for their individual fleets. Another incentive are the native populations of some of these galaxies. Though most have never come into contact with midi-chlorians, and thus have no ability over the force. Though the Jedi and Sith have not discovered, it is possible that if midichlorians are introduced to someone's bloodstream that has never had them introduced, it almost always results in the midi-chlorians reproducing at an astonishing rate resulting in an incredibly high midi-chlorian count. This does not happen instantly though. It can takes weeks or months for the person to reach their full potential, but result can be seen in only a few days and sometimes even hours.

These individuals are extremely powerful in the force, though unfortunately they do not possess the kind of control that Jedi and Sith Masters do. However, because of this amount of power they are almost a match for even the most well trained Jedi, and can easily overpower a novice. When the Jedi and Sith discover this resource, it can lead to an extremely destructive outcome.

With all the resources available war is inevitable. With both sides matched in power it is sure to be drawn out over the course of many years and possesses a greater destructive potential than the galaxies involved have ever known and could very well lead to the universe itself being ripped apart.

“We’ve found him,” the Jedi said to his padawan. The dark ship zipped out of the shadow of the Moon and darted towards them. It was like a raven gone mad. Its wings were shaped in a kind of sickle so that it almost seemed as if they were made for the purpose of slicing open other craft.

Its dark color made it nearly impossible to identify it in the darkness of space so they would have to rely on sensors and the help of the astromech droid that whirred in warning just outside the cockpit.

Or rather he found us. The padawan thought to himself, manning the rear guns of the fighter. If he was really hiding, he wouldn’t have come at us now. This is an ambush. But he dare not speak his true mind to his master, who would see it as disrespectful. But now he was wondering if it would have been better to urge his master to wait. The Sith are not to be taken lightly, afterall.

His master suddenly barrel rolled out of the way as several laser blasts.

The padawan kept himself calm as his vision blurred before focusing on the
Sith fighter which had somehow made an incredibly sharp u-turn and was now close on their tail. He let loose a volley of laser fire from the rear guns, following the Ship and focusing more on preventing it from getting a shot rather than destroying it. It had seemed like the ship was beginning to pull away from their rear when suddenly it swooped back in at a lightning pace and fired its own volley of laser fire.

“Watch it boy!” His master yelled, “I should have gone alone, I would have shot him down by now.”

The padawan took a moment to center himself, wondering how such an arrogant man could be accepted into the Jedi Order. His stomach lurched slightly as they made their own u-turn. The shields were shot, but had absorbed most of the laser fire, the astrodroid’s head was spinning around and sparks were flying out of its dome with the exertion of maintaining the ship.

Both fighters were moving in a tight loop now, the Jedi fighter behind the Sith. “Break the loop master, I’ll get him as he flies over us.” There were a few seconds of silence before his master seemed to decide this was a worthy strategy and he felt the g-forces let up as they broke their continuous loop and continued on straight. As expected though their target remained moving in the circular motion, and as he passed overhead the padawan fired several shots, each making contact with the Sith starfighter.

“I’m going at it head-on,” his master said, making another u-turn so that now both ships were once again headed straight towards each other. But the distance between them was much greater now than before. It was a complete suicide run. Both fighters fired their lasers at each other, and both hit their marks before the padawan even had the chance to convince his master not to go through with it.

Both ships had caught fire, their engines were quickly failing and they were losing momentum. The sight of the white crater-filled moon loomed in front of the Jedi padawan as both ships began to plummet towards the blue-green planet below, ignorant to the battle overhead. But as they fell, the Sith ship was still behind them. It fired several more times before they plummeted in different directions, shaking violently as they entered Earth’s atmosphere.

[Nied- star port]
Nied's ship Babylon sat in the star port it's cargo hold full of "Ore" and waited for it's captain to leave. The night was dark and nothing stirred. Suddenly thesound of footsteps and Nied entered the port. He entered his ship, what was at one point a corvet but now had more weapons and many secret smuggling compartments. Nied opened the Door holding his finger over the hidden DNA scanner, without which the ship would self destruct. Nied sat in the pilots seat and Fired up the thrusters and drifted away from the planet, a dead Sith was left behind. Once out of the gravitational pull of the planet Nied engaged the warp drive to Couriasant, and went to the cargo hold and looked inside, there were tanks of smuggled Bacta for the Black Saber, the injured needed to be cured.

[Ed&Rayne.:Earth-Orbit:.Ship]

"Hey Ed! Didja see that? It was some kinda battle and-"

Ed cut his brother off by raising his hand.

"Yes, I saw. I'm just glad master was asleep or he'd have had us dodging around the laser fire...... again."

Ed sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time on this trip.

"Well, I guess you'd better wake him, I'll set us down somewhere quiet and deserted."

Rayne went to wake their master from his drunken stupor while Ed muttered to himself, turning on the cloak and beginning a descent in to the planet's atmosphere.

{Ed&Rayne~Earth~A Field}

Ed returned to the field the ship was in, after having been to town. He had found a machine that dispensed the local currency and, with just a little application of the force, gained enough money to sort some plain-clothes for his brother, his master and himself. Ed saw his brother in the field, then saw what he was doing and sighed. He marched over to his twin and glared.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

Rayne, his eyes still focused in front of him, replied.

"What does it look like? I'm training, I'm trying to get more control over my powers, but no matter what I do I can't make that stone move!"

Ed held back a laugh, instead voicing a suggestion.

"Look past to rock, Rayne, look beyond it."

Rayne frowned and looked, then gasp and hurriedly dropped his arm. The dozen uprooted trees in the distance dropped to the ground with a crash.

"You know you're just supposed to concentrate on your melee skills."

"Well you know you're supposed to stay away from melee skills, but you still train, don't you?"

"....Just try to be more inconspicuous, okay? You know why we're here, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Ed fixed Rayne with a penetrating stare.

"We're just here to scout, do some recon, right? Alright, don't look at me that way! I'll train in a more hidden spot, okay?"

Ed threw Rayne a bag of clothes and turned to enter the cloaked ship. He knew where it was from a sense outside the normal five, a sense linked to the force.

((Question. what planet/s is most of the RP going to take place?))

((Good question. For the most part things will probably be centered in the Star Wars galaxy, and Coruscant will probably serve as a hub. But what world we will most likely be on is hard to say, since we'll probably be shifting about as different conflicts ensue. Right now though the majority of the characters seem to be focused on Earth.


Sorry ahead of time guys for the super huge post X_X I have a lot of character development to do in a short time so I don't hold people up. This was originally a fic that I adapted, so thats why.))


[Josh and Emma.:Earth:.Forest]

Their blades crossed with a crack and Josh quickly turned around again, using the momentum of the movement and his well-toned muscles to send a crushing blow at his opponent, who despite her small feminine frame was able to match his strength and defend herself from the blow.

There was a moist splintering sound as his tree-limb broke against his opponent and exploded across the forest floor and splashed as they fell into the nearby stream. He growled in frustration, chunking the broken stick into the distance. His opponent rolled her eyes, throwing her own ‘weapon’ on the ground. “I don’t see why you’re getting mad. I told you that it was going to break. For crying out loud Josh, it was a water-logged rotten pine,” Emma said, crossing her arms in frustration at the boy’s immaturity.

Josh didn’t say anything but focused on calming himself down. He’d picked the stick because it obviously was larger and weighed more, and he was convinced that was all he needed. He’d been beaten by Emma countless times, and beaten her in turn but every time he always got pissed. They had been best friends since elementary school, where they had met at a martial arts class. Both of them had a passion for competition, and as one of them discovered some new sport they would share it with the other. In fact they shared everything they did, playing the same video games, and watching the same movies and T.V. shows. They had shared in the same fads in elementary school, traded beanie babies and pokemon cards, gone to watch the Star Wars movies together and had even pretended to be Jedi at one point, coming in these woods with their plastic lightsabers and dueling each other.

They had joined a fencing class a long time ago, because they had enjoyed their little play-duels so much. As they entered high school they had joined the same teams, Emma becoming the first female wrestler at their school. Josh was her only real peer, as the other boys shied away or tried to treat her like a ‘girl.’

But Josh had never seen her as below him. In fact he considered no one but her his equal. Growing up he had never given her any different treatment because of her sex, almost completely ignoring it until puberty began where he suddenly began to notice her exquisite curves and rapidly swelling feminine assets.

“Stop being such a bad sport,” She said with an irritated sigh, knowing that he’d ignore her like he had all the other hundred times.

It just made him angrier she could so calmly shrug off a defeat and told him to not take things so seriously. She never seemed to take anything too seriously, from their little fights to the occasional advance he would make. She shrugged off each without a care, ignoring them as if they had never happened, as if they were entirely insignificant.

“Come on,” She said, giving him a rather hard shove on the shoulder as she ran past him, leaping in a single bound over the small river.

He chased after her, leaping over the river himself though as his foot made contact with the soft ground it gave and nearly sent him falling into the stream. He managed to avoid the embarrassment of getting soaked and took off after her. He had to catch up or she would get to the tree first and he’d have to catch up.

They had found a fantastic magnolia tree sitting in the middle of the forest surrounded by pines that was fantastic for climbing. They had even built a makeshift tree house near the top, a place for them to rest after their inevitable race to reach the highest branch first.

Emma had stopped though, standing just at the end of the path they had beaten during their regular races to the tree. There was an unusual amount of light around her considering the dense foliage, and as he got closer he could see that several trees had been either broken in half or had toppled over. “Josh,” She said, moving her neck as if she wanted to look back at him, but couldn’t.

As he walked up to her side he could see it, with their tree broken in half over it like a sprung mouse trap. “What do you think it is?” Josh said as he glanced over at Emma, whose eyes were still locked on it. “Do you think its something from the air-base? Some kind of secret project?”

“I don’t know,” Emma said, although she didn’t think this was just some kind of new aircraft design. “They would have been here by now it if was, they would have this place crawling with military officials- Oh my god.” She said, her eyes widening. “They’re probably still inside!” She bounded forward, and even now Josh couldn’t help but notice how she looked like a doe as she sprinted.

“Wait Emma,” He said reaching out his hand. But she was already struggling to pull off the cockpit hood.

“Josh, help me.”

He quickly jumped up on top of the unknown craft, noting the black marks that seemed to signal some kind of smoke damage that covered the hull. He began to help her with taking the hood off. It quickly popped off with their combined strength and smoke drifted out of the hold. They were surprised to hear coughing, and Josh reached in to grab the figure of a man, pulling him out as Emma went in to pull out the boy who was coughing.

As Josh lay the man down near the craft he got a good look at him. The man was burned badly, and he felt his stomach lurch as he was about to throw up. He reached his fingers out to a small patch of skin that wasn’t seared, and felt for a pulse. There was none. “Oh my god,” Josh whispered, surprised at the shaking in his voice. Come on, snap out of it, be a man.

He glanced over the man’s body, noticing that he was wearing some kind of robe. Something reflected the sunlight. “Emma?” he said, reaching out to take the metal cylinder, pressing his thumb on the small switch. The lightsaber buzzed to life, confirming his suspicions. “Oh my god.”

“The Sith,” he heard a raspy voice say turning to look at the younger Jedi who was grabbing Emma’s sleeve. “Listen,” he said in earnest, and Emma locked eyes with him in sympathy, completely unfazed by his face, caked in blood or his struggling breaths.

“Its ok,” she said soothing, running her fingers through his hair lovingly despite the blood. “Rest.”

The young Jedi frowned, and she slowly put his head down as his hand slid down her arm. His breathing increased for a moment, becoming frantic, before it finally weakened again, and stopped.

“Emma,” he said, wincing as his voice was shaking again. “This can’t be real, this… This can’t be real!”

“Well I’m pretty sure it’s not a dream,” She said, moving her hand down to his belt and taking the lightsaber there.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking his lightsaber.”

“Emma, he’s dead.”

“Exactly, he doesn’t need it,” she ignited the blade, making a note of its length and silver color before turning it off and putting it in her pocket. “Didn’t you hear him,” She said when she noticed his critical gaze. “There’s a Sith. We need to protect ourselves.” She ran over to the fighter and began to search it for something of use.

“But Emma, this is impossible. This is all stuff from a movie, it can’t be real.” He didn’t know what to say, this was all too much to absorb and he was still convinced this was some kind of trick or a dream. In shock, he silently followed her example, slipping the blue lightsaber into his pocket. He stared around perplexed before his eyes glanced up to the sky, which was suddenly seemed changed.

“Come on, we need to get to school,” She said, packing up a spare lightsaber she found and a blaster.


[Kin-Wan Pic.:Unnamed Planet:.Grassy Plateau -> Canyon]
((Oh, are we saying that he was your characters Master? Ok XD I like it.))

"I have full faith in your abilities my old padawan," Kin-Wan said with a smile, though it was impossible to tell except for his glowing eyes. "I do not doubt your quality as a Jedi Knight, nor your inevitable acceptance as a Jedi Master." He turned to face the nearby Canyon now, and leapt off his starship. Kin-Wan had always been the fatherly type, but as a Jedi was of course forbidden to father a child. Instead his children were his younglings, and even more so his padawans.

"But now is not the time for tender feelings and assurances," He said to the volcano-like creature. "We must press on to find the truth of this matter. There is something foul in the air already. Things do not bode well." He moved forward, a column of the force extending from him to push the grass out of his way so that he might see and walk. He was careful to to push too hard should he break the stems.

He continued down the side of the cliff, and could now see some of the buildings, though he could not see any of the indigenous people walking about, a solemn expression crossed his glowing eyes. He continued down the small path that ran alongside the cliff down into the depths of the canyon and began to follow a sandstone road that ran along side a river. The capital city had undergone some changes it seemed. Several pyramids had been erected, glorious rubies completing their peaks.

((The civilization is much like ancient Egypt/Greek. They have a ton of statues and pyramids.))

The gems held no beauty for Master Pic though. They left him feeling uneasy, for there was something sinister about them. The city was desolate, but he could smell the stench of struggle and combat. He glanced into a temple that had once housed a gigantic statue bearing the resemblance of one of their gods. The statue had been torn from its throne, its pieces dashed across the barren temple floor.

Kin-Wan turned to look down an alley between two buildings, spotting something lying on the floor. He moved over to it, and stopped taking a moment to close his eyes in respect. What lay there was the remains of one of the rodent-like inhabitants of this world. It had been struck several times by a blaster, and all that remained was a charred corpse.

[Josh & Emma.:Earth:.Classroom]

"What a f**..." Josh murmured as Dan walked into the literature class. "Look at him with that sweater." He shifted about in his football uniform, trying to ignore the smell as he hadn't washed it in a few days. Emma didn't answer him, she just rolled her eyes as she glanced through the pages of the book they were reading nonchalantly. She had learned to ignore Josh's comments about Dan.

"So why do you think Allende decides to end the novel with the words "Barabas came to us from the sea?"" The class was almost entirely silent, some of them were asleep, others frantically glancing over their spark notes because they hadn't read the night before. Its the end of the cycle. Duh. Josh thought to himself, though he didn't raise his hand.

But Dan, of course, rose his. "Its the end of the final cycle of the novel. The House of Spirits is filled with cycles that repeat themselves over and over. Each generation follows a similar cycle to the last with slight alterations. Occasionally the chain is broken, but for the most part its not. Each one of the women finds and is denied love and is forced into a loveless marriage, except Alba who is raped. Similar characteristics of older characters repeat themselves in newer ones as if they're continuously being reborn. The whole thing is filled with repetition and minaiture cycles. As for the larger cycle of the novel, that takes the entirety of three generations to complete, and Allende refers to the beginning of Clara's story to finish the circle."

Some of the other students looked over at Dan or murmured to each other about what he had said. Russel simply replied with a "I think everyone agrees then, or at least I do. Super-good Dan." Super good was a term that was pretty much only reserved for Dan's comments, which made Josh sick. It wasn't like he was doing anything special. The rest of the class Josh spent either sleeping, or throwing paper airplanes around the room, simply because the disrespect seemed to piss Dan off a little. Occasionally he would talk to Mr. Russell and joke around with him. He might not do anything in his class but that didn't mean that Mr. Russell wasn't an awesome guy. At least he was laid back, not an uptight a*****e like that Dan kid.

[Dan.:Earth:.Classroom]

Dan tried to ignore the planes flying around the room. Instead ran his eyes over the pages of the book again to try and figure out how he was going to write a fictional chapter for it for his final at the fast-approaching end of the semester. He glanced up, seeing Mr. Russell and Josh laughing about something Josh had said. Though Josh obviously had some kind of weird grudge against him, Dan rarely ever gave Josh the time of day. However, he hated it when him and Russell started to talk. Russell was his favorite teacher, and he couldn't stand it when he joked around with a kid who basically acts like a douche to everyone and doesn't take his class seriously. Lit class was like Dan's church, he couldn't stand it when people refused to contribute or didn't take it seriously.

His concentration was broken though as the bell rung, and he quickly gathered his stuff up to leave. "Mir will be waiting for us... We should tell her what happened," He heard Emma, Josh's only friend, say to him as they passed. He didn't understand why that girl was his friend. She seemed like a pretty nice intelligent person to him.

[Emma & Josh.:Earth:.In Front of High School]

"Shotgun," Emma said as she ran around to the other side of the car.
"s**t," Josh said to himself, glaring at her as she took her seat. He quickly slid into the back, slamming the car door a bit too hard. "You aren't going to tell her are you, you seriously don't think she'll believe us. I mean, this could all be part of an experiment or something we don't know that its... Y'know..."
"Shut up Josh," Emma said and she unzipped her backpack and started to sift through it. "Hey Mir."