Game On Further! 1.0

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[System Log updated!

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Revolution Art reached: Achievement System unlocked
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Local God’s Assistance obtained: Holy System updated / Moon Game interfacing with the galaxy
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[System updated!Welcome to Moon Game 1.1
Shadow is now System Administrator
Mana is now System Administrator
Father is now System Administrator]

[Holy System updated!]
[Hunting System unlocked!]

[System Log updated!

Holy System now has HolyServantTab, where communication can be shared with your holy servants in the Purgatory, and FaithfulTab, where you receive the prayers of the faithfuls in the Purgatory.
The HuntingSystem unlocks trophies when vanquishing enemies. Trophies can be exchanged for perks and items int the TrophyTab.]

[Achievement unlocked!
Bargain Complete: +1250 XP
New Force Bond(12*Holy Servants): 12*1000 XP

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV MAX!
+1 MC, + 3 SP]

Anakin and Katliak had opened their eyes a few seconds after Arkous and Obi Wan, and already, they knew something was wrong.
“So…” Arya admitted sheepishly to the two padawan, who were stunned to realize her soul was still floating above her body, “We may have understated the effect the bargain would have on my body.” a shrug, “I have been channeling my powers non-stop for nine years after all.”
Both shared a glance, suddenly terrified.
After all – they knew, quite well, by now, that godly powers weren’t meant to be used in the mortal realm. And while they weren’t quite in the mortal realm, the goddess’ body was still mortal – fragile.
Even Arkous and Obi Wan, they noticed, though they were back in their bodies, were looking diminished.
“We are still mortal enough that we had to pay the price for the bargain too.” Obi Wan explained calmly despite how weary he felt to the two padawan's senses, “And Arya also had to share her memories.” a shrug, “We knew it was going to be difficult, but it’s like you’ve said…” he reminded Anakin and Katliak, “This was more important than merely us.”
“We’ve had years to help as mortals.” Arkous pointed out, just as calm as the other half of his soul, for all that it was evident the red Sith despised being so weakened, “But this, we could only do as gods.”

“Are you dying?” the Chosen One asked in a voice far younger than his now aged face
“Not right now.” Arya reassured him, “But we’re also not going to be of much help anytime soon.” she eyed her body with a wince, “I’ll probably be in a coma for a while once I’m back there.”
“The other gods did all they could to help, by sharing energy and helping us heal during the time of the bargain, but…” Obi Wan glanced at Arya, “Powers over Death can make it rather difficult to be healed, even by godly powers.”
“So it’s up to you now.” the Mirialan said with a gentle smile, but before that…” her smile turned proud, and solemn, “Kneel, padawan.”
Anakin and Katliak shared a stunned glance, suddenly understanding what was going on, as Arkous and Obi Wan’s sabers ignited.

“We are all children of the Force.” Arya proclaimed, “You have both proved that you heard her voice, and demonstrated the strength and wisdom necessary to become her agent throughout this galaxy.” a smile, as she proclaimed for the third time, “By the right of the Council, and the will of the Force, I name you Je’daii knights.”
In a simultaneous movement, two blades moved, one lime green, the other a bright orange – both precisely cutting through two braids.
Before they’d left, the trio of masters had shared one last thing with them – the identity of Plagueis’ two apprentices, before enjoining them to watch Obi Wan’s holocron, and warn the Jedi Order.
The two newly knighted Je’daii had taken the Unfettered Mooka out of Mortis, and Arya had finally stopped struggling, letting her soul back into her body, and immediately falling into a coma.
Arkous and Obi hadn’t been far behind, both having only remained awake so long in order to at least knight their padawans before they left.
None of the three felt worried, as they finally let the darkness take them, knowing that they were leaving the galaxy in safe hands.

¤.¤.¤

Anakin took a deep breath, as the Unfettered Mooka left Mortis, sharing a glance with Katliak – both of them knowing that they had work ahead.
His first move was to check the holonet to see how much time had gone by – several months at least, he didn’t doubt, as he’d grown from a pre-teen into a full-fledged teenager during their long training.
He glanced at himself, asking his sister-padawan, “We’ve slept for nine months. I don’t look nine years older, do I?”
“Not really.” the Wookie agreed, “But then again, it’s not too surprising, you’re doubtlessly the most powerful of us all, and master did tell us that holy servants aged slower than regular mortals.”
“And the more powerful the holy servant, the slower the aging.” Anakin completed – he knew it, though he’d forgotten for a second, surprised as he was to realize he was looking barely over fifteen years old when he was apparently now in his twenties
Then, they’d called Tython, to report their impeding return to the council – thought they would already know about it, doubtlessly, since both Dooku and Qui-Gon had been with them during their training.

It was master Yaddle who answered the call, congratulating them on their knighting and quickly bringing them up to date with the most important events that had occurred in the galaxy during their nine-months long coma.
The fact that the Galactic Senate and New Jedi would try to put the Aging Plague, as it was called, on the Old Order, had surprised the two new knights – thought not as much as it would have if their masters hadn’t told them the identity of Sidious’ apprentice before they left…
After all, what better way for the Banite Sith to destroy the Jedi, than by infiltrating their numbers?
Though, of course, it also made Anakin spitting mad. How hypocritical could C’Baoth be, to cause a schism among the order because of all the changes he didn’t approve of – all the while swearing loyalty to their oldest and bitterest enemy?
Anakin and Katliak had told the Je’daii’s grand master why they were coming back without Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan – though she hadn’t had seemed all that surprised about it, having apparently expected it.

The two holy servants knew that they would soon be receiving calls from all around the galaxy, as they had taken care to organize things for their return to reality.
All the holy servants of neighboring words and systems had gotten together, each designing a representative, so that they could more easily communicate. They’d managed to settled on about twenty people who’d coordinate things in their sector and call Anakin – who been designed unanimously as the holy servant’s leader, to only his surprise.
“First thing first.” he eyed the familiar faces who were now appearing in the usual blue holographic display of long distance holo-call, “Weapons. While not everyone will need or want a lightsaber, we’ll still all need a weapon attuned to us. And since our patrons have all gifted us a crystal, all that’s left is the building part.”
“Not everyone knows how to do that.” one of the other holy servants reminded him
“Sure.” the young leader agreed, having already expected the comment, “But none of us are alone, and though not all are as big as the Old Order, there are multiple Force sects all around the galaxy, and most of them have had at least one holy servant awaken among them. They’ll help.”
He gave the twenty representative, some, probably having already heard about the latest’ happening in the galaxy, a reassuring smile.

“Everyone knows about the Black Beasts now,” he said, “and this is what we’ve trained for. But don’t rush without a plan. There’s not a lot of us, but the Force users will help us, go to those nearest to your position if there are some, if not, call the old Jedi or the Je’daii.” a smile, “For those that can, get in touch with your local militia, police force, even hunters if needed. Don’t fight alone.” he reiterated one last time, reminding them, “Value your life. Don’t die. We’re not so many that you can be easily replaced.”
The reminder seemed to make them both more somber, but determined.
“When you took up this bargain, you took on a new mandate.” he pointed out, “You may not call yourself Jedi, or what else… You are children of the Force now.” a smile, “You’ve heard her voice and decided to answer her call. The gods did their part in training us, now it's time for us to do our.” his smile grew more solemn, “We are the beginning of something new, and I’m proud to be a part of it!”

In the end, Anakin had only made a quick stop on Tython. Side by side with Katliak, they’d remade their lightsaber with their new crystal, adapting the weapons to their matured bodies, taller, stronger and with a longer reach – but also to their new talents, as a padawan’s weapon really was far simpler and less powerful than that of a knight.
Along the way, Anakin had completed his Great Journey, since he’d been ready for it for years.
It was thinking about Arkous and Obi Wan, but also all the Je’daii, members of the Green House, Amavikkan and even gods who’d contributed to who he was now, that he added a third dark blue bead in his hair – one to mark him as a Je’daii, a second signifying his status as a disciple and senior padawan, and finally the third own, to prove he’d been acknowledged as a knight and journeyman.
Then, Katliak had left toward Kashyyyk and the mid-rim territories, while Anakin himself was heading out – his first stop was Sojourn, to see his mother, and meet his new little sister, but the young man knew it was only the first step of a far bigger journey.

¤.¤.¤

On Sojourn, the young knight had been reunited with his mother and step-father, and met not only his new sister, little Anya Skywalker – but also a little holy servant, who hadn’t been included in the bargain because she was too young.
The little girl, a little over six-year-old, had been rescued on Zygerria – and had somehow wormed her way into the hearts of the Skywalker family and of all the Green Moon House members who dropped by Sojourn.
A little Force user who’d greeted the Je’daii with a peeved, “Well, I’ve been waiting for you forever!”
The young Togruta was loud, wild, and hard-headed.
Having been a slave nearly from birth, she was also far more mature than most children, and already decided to be a part of the Green Moon House when she was older – which Anakin, even if he’d never been a slave, understood all too easily, since he’d spent much of his own childhood on slave freedom runs with his mother.
She also shone in the Force, the Light Side all but purring around her, granting her keen instincts, and apparently, enough of a glimpse into the future to have decided to go and get her master a few years in advance.

At twenty years old and barely knighted, Anakin really didn’t feel he was ready to become someone’s master, especially not when he already felt the weight of all the holy servants' fight on his shoulders – but truth be told, Ahsoka Tano hadn’t really given him a choice.
So it was with a new padawan in tow that he left Sojourn, heading toward Tatooine, that had been among the first planets impacted by the Dark Beasts’ Onslaught, and one of those that had been the worst impacted by it.
In the planet’s orbit, he met with several Mandalorian ships, who’d gone from keeping the Hutts at bay to fighting against the nightmarish creatures. Thankfully, for people who hadn’t been given a divine blessing, the Mando were still among those best equipped to fight the Black Beasts.

“Hey, little Ani’ika, talk about a growth-spur!”
“Long time no see, Bo.” a smirk, “Ready to kick some asses?”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
The problem, by now, wasn’t simple the Black Beasts – but their nests.
It took only on ship landing, to put the creatures on a planet. But once planet-side, the Black Beasts didn’t only fight and kill.
They were unnatural creatures, who didn’t need rest nor food – and when they’d occupied a territory long enough, their darkness started to propagate. Killing the plants, and infecting beasts and sentient beings alike.

That – was why the gods had put the bargain into effect.
And Tatooine’s western dune sea was by now drowning into the kind of darkness only a holy servant could purify. Even then – one lone servant would be hard-pressed doing anything more than keeping the corruption at bay.
Thankfully, the chosen one knew of at least three other holy servants on the planet – two Tuskens, and one freed slave, who’d learn to see beyond the age-old enmity between the native specie and those they still deemed as outlanders, even millennia after Tatooine’s discovery by the greater galaxy.

“OK guys, let’s start with the basics!” a smirk, as the Mando amicably jeered and laughed at Anakin, “Though I don’t doubt you’ve noticed yourself most of what I’m about to tell you, some of it may be a bit more… Surprising.”
Like expected – the warrior nation had already noticed the fact that the creatures’ blood was corrosive, and could even contaminate those infected, making them becoming new monsters for the hoards.
They’d also noticed the fact that their keen instincts, reinforced bodies and other biological strangeness meant that the Force was at work there, though clearly not in a way the Jedi would approve of. And while most people barely even remembered their name – the Mando were among those who remembered the Sith, and their sorcery, enough to have drawn a parallel.
Explaining about the planetary deities, and their blessing, had been a bit more unexpected – though the Mando had been thrilled to hear that their own planet did host a war-like entity who watched upon them.
And learning that those gods, despite their name, couldn’t just do anything they liked, as they respected peoples’ free-will had elicited a rather unexpected response from the war-like people..

“Uh. So that’s why the galaxy’s a shit place. Even the gods can’t do anything against kriffing politicians.”
Maybe not that unexpected in retrospect…
The fact that the gods had given some people powers to fight back had put them on the Mando’ good list – far ahead of the Galactic Republic’s politicians. After all, in Bo Katan’s words, “At least they are trying to help!”
Anakin couldn’t help but muse that they had no idea how right they were, given that there were now two Sith seating in the Galactic Senate – as Sidious had finally managed to get his hands on the Chancellor’s seat when Padme had dismissed him, proving just how cunning the man was, and C’Baoth had been given a seat with his position of master of the New Jedi.
Still, with the arrival of Anakin on Tatooine, things had finally started to change.
Side by side with the Mando, he’d started to push the Black Beasts back behind the protective walls the cities had erected, back toward the desert. And while Dama Darktlighter, the recently freed holy servant, wasn’t much of a fighter, he had a talent for healing that meant that those people touched by the corruption who once upon a time had been as good as dead once infected, could now be saved.
It had taken them some weeks to really progress – but once they reached the Dune sea, the Tuskens had arrived, led by Monkhbat Luk and Sarantsatsral Tsen.

Anakin was exhausted.
Day after day, and week after week, they had pushed back the Dark Beasts.
War had a strange way to erase differences, and force people to tolerate each other – and paradoxically, it was now that Tatooine was neck deep in battle for its survival that finally, colonists and Tuskens had finally started to learn to understand and respect each other.
But while all around the galaxy, holy servants were starting to make their own pushback against the creature they’d been trained to eradicate – it was slow-going.
And the galaxy, in the meanwhile, didn’t stop.

It had been nearly three months since they’d woken up in a broken Galactic Republic.
And said Republic was quickly reshaping into something they barely recognized.
The Galactic Senate had been quick to elect Palpatine as emergency chancellor, and decreeing that the secession Naboo had decided on was unlawful – and would be corrected, by arms if need be.
The galaxy was at war.
And Quinlan Vos had been optimistic.

The Galactic Republic did have armies at the ready – thanks to the Trade Federation, that abruptly became an even more value member of the organization, their “strictly defensive” droids suddenly becoming good enough to become the Republic’s army.
Not without, needless to say, a very generous salary being paid to the Federation, to compensate for the lending of their droids.
And naturally, those armies were to be led by the “real” Jedi, the New Order that hadn't abandoned the Republic, confirming to the Old Order that they had been quite right to leave the age-old institution when they had.

Out of the 24 372 systems of the Galactic Republic, over seven thousand had declared their intent to leave the institution along with the Nabooians, supported by quite a few independent systems.
But among those – most hadn’t been ready for an all out war.
Thankfully, someone had been preparing for war in the background.

¤.¤.¤

The first time Obi Wan had told Jango about his visions of another future, the man had been dubious at best, but still inclined to listen.
After all, the young Je’daii and the odd couple who'd trained him were first among those he’d learned to trust along the years of the Mandalorian civil war; and close enough friend of his cyare that he knew the young man wouldn’t be breaching such an esoteric topic for no reason.
So the Mand’alor had listened.
About a world, where Arkous hadn’t awakened, where Arya had been kept slumbering in a cryostasis and Obi Wan had grown up, a rather conventional Jedi, no matter how unconventional his Jedi master was.
A world where the Jedi hadn’t gotten a wake-up call – had never realized their order was dying, or used as a leashed dog by the Senate.
And where Galidraan had gone very differently.

It was terrifying, how easy it was, when thinking about how things had been back then, to see how things could have happened. To imagine a bloody battle between Jedi and Haat Mando’ade.
To imagine himself sold into slavery, one of the last surviving members of his clan, and falling into despair, and wallowing into hatred.
And of a man using his hatred against him, his thirst for vengeance.
After all — Jango was far from a perfect man, and he knew it well enough. Still had trouble, sometimes, believing just how much the Mando believed in him, despite all of his fucks up, the years he'd spent all but avoiding his role as Mand'alor, instead playing the mere bounty hunter.
What had been more difficult to swallow, had been the cloning.
Not the clone themselves, that he didn't mind, as a Mandalorian, he was of the firm opinion that people were people, no matter how they were created or where they came from. But what he'd done to them.
The idea that he’d let thousands and millions of his ade be raised as soldiers for the Jedi and the Republic, despite hating them, all for a chance at revenge.

But the Mandalorian leader was lucid enough to admit that – a decade earlier, and having lost all of his clan. He could have done it.
Still – Jango Fett had been warned, which meant that even without having the mystical Force with him like the Jetii had, his instincts still had gone haywire, when he’d been approached for a very special mission…
A very lucrative job, and even a rather enjoyable one – but that had specially asked for the best warriors among the Mando.
Satine and her sister had both immediately understood something strange was going on, though neither had initially though about Obi Wan’s tale. But once he’d reminded them about it – it became quite evident what this recruitment speech was about…
The Mand’alor had been faced with a difficult choice.
All logic told him he should just refuse the mission, and wash his hands of the situation.
But Mando'ade weren’t very logical beings, and held quite strongly to their resentment.

And Jango Fett knew that the man who was trying to hire him right now – was one of those bastards that had funded his opposition for years, and made the civil war go on for as long as it had in his sector.
He also knew that stubborn and dangerous as this enemy was, he wouldn’t take a refusal well – and Jango himself had some payback he wanted to inflict.
So instead of throwing the mission away, and killing the mercenary who had been dumb enough to play the emissary like he so dearly wanted to do, he chose to play the long game.
Went on a mission, then another, competing with other bounty hunters in a rather exhilarating simulacrum of a Mandalorian Great Hunt of old.
Until finally, he’d been met with a man who talked to him about the greatness of the Mandalorians of old, about how they could finally get their revenge against the Republic who’d nearly annihilated them once upon a time. About how they could finally prove their superiority as warriors over the Jedi if only they were just more numerous.
And that he, the man hidden under a heavy black cloak, just so happened to have some knowledge about an isolationist specie who prided themselves in their cloning techniques.
Of course, the Mand'alor hadn’t wasted any time reminding his employer that cloning wasn’t cheap – far from it – but of course, the man also had a solution for that.

The Kaminoan, no matter how much they’d have preferred it to be otherwise, weren’t quite self-sufficient.
Thanks to their abilities in genetic engineering, the specie had managed to adapt and evolve when the Great Flood occurred, making most of the planet’s land masses disappear.
But then, a few centuries ago, things had once more taken a turn for the worse, as the decaying orbit of their star started to affect the weather, and nowadays, the skies were always covered in dangerous clouds, and storms all but always raged on all around the globe.
The Kaminoan had been swiftly to adapt once more, strengthening their cities, and even channeling the dangerous lightning storm to use them as a power source.
But the plants and beasts weren’t so adaptable, and the lack of sunlight had rapidly become a problem, depriving the local specie of much of its food sources.
They’d also quickly exhausted their stocks of sand, rather paradoxically for an ocean planet. Or rather of one specific kind of sand, with a heavy content in silicate, that produced a fragile but highly effective non-conductive coating, that covered all the Kaminoan’s outwards structures in order to protect their cities from the dangerous lightning storms that were now the planet’s daily fare.
The Mandalorian, with their granary planets that had been booming thanks to the Agricorp help in recovering from their civil war, and their privileged access to Tatooine, were in a prime position to provide two vital trades to the cloners.

¤.¤.¤

Jango Fett had easily played the brutish Mando, only interested in battle, and accepted a preliminary meeting with the Kaminoan.
And the Sith, buying his act entirely, had made the mistake of leaving him alone with the Kaminoan Prime Minister, to sign the cloning contract – actually expecting the Mand’alor to merely go and sign the contract on behalf of his people without giving it a glance!
Even if had played up a bit just how much he disliked politicking and negotiations, it was a bit vexing!
But perfect.

His cyar’ika had been the one to put things in a way more palatable for the Kaminoans, and organize all the data on his pad, but it was the Mand’alor who had to do the talking.
And talk he did, bluntly explaining to the Prime Minister that both of them were currently in the middle of the plot thought up by a mad man intent on power – one that would do all he could to destroy either should he realize they’d gone against him.
One that was skilled enough to have nearly led the old Jedi order to extinction, thought they had managed to avoid it, if only barely.
It was a lot to hear for the people of rational beings, but Jango Fett had proof by now – proofs from the meddling in the civil war among his people, the files about the hidden attack against the Jedi, but also, quite a bit of conjectures.
By the end of it, he had signed a cloning contract.

One quite different from the one the Sith had crafted, thought he didn’t know it.

Ten years had gone by since, and ever since, a Mandalorian settling had been steadily growing on the frozen moon of Korasa, where children of all species were growing up, genetic material coming from multiple different Mando’ade, and raised in true Mandalorian fashion – though at twice the rate of regular children.
They stopped aging too fast at fourteen, or once they’d gone through their coming of age, thanks to an injection prepared by the Kaminoans, and by that time, they were presented with a choice.
Some were adopted into one of the clans – often the one of their genetic donor, thought not always, as quite a few of the children got close with their trainers – and went toward the Mand’alor system, or wherever they wished, integrating with their people seamlessly.
Others decided to stay and train, for the war they knew was coming.

Because here, all were told as they grew up just how and why their existence had come about.
About how the Sith had tried to fool their leader into growing them like an army of disposable tools, instead of proud Mando’ade.
About how, in another world, this was precisely what had happened – and about how they’d become flesh droids, controlled by a chip, and turned against the Jedi that had become as good as their clans.
Some were naturally skeptical about the visions part, but when you added the visions to the more tangible proofs of meddling, and the constant upheaval in the galaxy they could hear about on the holonet, all had to admit that something strange was going on.
And all of them, raised as Mando’ade as they were, felt it only natural to do their part in what was to come.
Naturally, Jango had been asked multiple times why he’d gone through a cloning contract at all – once he’d started to speak with the Kaminoan Prime Minister, and they had mutually had agreed to fool the Sith into thinking they were doing what he wanted, he could have stopped any cloning altogether, couldn’t he?

¤.¤.¤

Jango had two main reasons for that – the first being that working with the Jedi and Je’daii had long since taught him that lying to a Force user was rather difficult, and the best way to manage was to stick as close to the truth as possible when fudging things.
So, when lying about raising a clone army? Actually raising an army of clones made things quite easier.
But mostly, Jango Fett was the leader of a once flourishing empire, that had been beaten and battered far too many times for his taste.
The Republic Senate had been so afraid of them, they’d nearly destroyed them.
The Sith, deeming they hadn’t done the job well enough, had tried to finish the job.
The Mandalorians were but a fraction of what they were once upon a time, and hearing the tales of Arya when she spoke of Shae Vizla, Mand’alor the Avenger, made it rather clear. And in this galaxy so full of conflicts and turmoil, it was time they started to reclaim their past splendor.

Jango had no intention of waging war needlessly, or anything like that.
But he had a whole sector of planets that stood nearly empty, the once thriving clans all but depleted – and while most Mandalorians were fervent adepts of adoption, it wasn’t enough.
So he’d started to talk with the clans.
The idea of raising some clones to raise their numbers hadn’t been universally liked, but once they’d heard it was to ruin the plan of the one who’d been backing the Kyr’tsad, quite a few had been convinced.
Once the Mand’alor had confirmed that the clone wouldn’t be treated any differently from any other Mando’ade, quite a few more had been interested.
Mandalorians did love their children after all, and were of the opinion that the way you got those children wasn’t really the most important, as long as you treated them right.

Most of the clones had some questions as children – but by the time they were old enough to go through their coming of age rite, the majority of them had no second thoughts about their origin. Though along the way, they’d also developed their own variations of the Mando’ade traditions, most of them taking to tattooing their face and body, much like the Mirialan did, developing their own slew of symbols to differentiate each from the other.
They also called themselves Mando’tat’ade instead of merely Mando’ade, but still considered themselves part of the people who’d raised them – merely seeing themselves as also belonging to their own clan of Tat’ade alongside their identity as members of the clans that adopted them.
All in all, no matter how dangerous a gamble it had been, Jango Fett didn’t regret taking that special mission from the Sith – and was eagerly awaiting the day he could explain to Obi Wan just how he’d managed to pull the wool over his eyes for years.

The Je’daii who acted so much like a Mando’ade himself was bound to have a hilarious reaction – one both him and Satine were looking forward to.
After all, they did both share the same fondness for the Force user. A fondness both knew could have easily grown into more, if he hadn’t fallen into Arkous and Arya’s bed in a way that felt so evident they couldn’t begrudge the strange couple for it.

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Jango had known things were about to come to a head when the Aging Plague had started – and immediately called the Je’daii; learning that indeed, the terrible three were behind it, and, more surprisingly, just as much in a coma as the rest of the victims of the Plague.
Still, Yaddle had informed him that it was to learn how to deal with the Black Beasts that were starting to pop around, somewhat reassuring him.
Then, with the uncanny ability to know more than they should that so many Force users shared, she’d told him, “According to Obi Wan, our people fought best when side by side.” the old green troll had given him a mischievous smile, “Why don’t you bring your men to meet us?”
While Arya, Arkous, Obi Wan and countless others slept, the Tat’ade forces were all heading toward Tython – though they had to be shown the way by a Je’daii starship once in the Deep Core, given how dangerous the area was.
And even with a guide, what a trip it had been!

The Tat’ade, even those that were the dubious about Obi Wan’s visions, had still enjoyed discovering the Je’daii planet – most of them having heard about the way Jedi and Je’daii had helped during the civil war that had ravaged their system before their birth, and rather curious to meet the Force users that they’d heard so much about.
All had quickly agreed that on one thing at least, the Force user had been right.
Tat’ade and Je’daii were all but made to fight together.
But they also got along in a lot of other ways, both sharing, each in their own ways, quite a few traditions – be it in the way they accepted children from every walk of life among their ranks, or in a multitude of other small ways.

Then, the sleepers had started to awaken, and Yaddle had called Jango, and the Tat’ade’s leader, Kote Fett – who wasn’t by any measure the oldest of the clones, but had risen through the ranks of his people like a born leader, and, for all that he was one of Jango’s clones, has a character quite different from his biological model.
“We got a message from the UnfetteredMooka.” the master of the Je’daii told him, taking an item all the Mandalorians had become familiar with during their time spent among the Force users
“Their latest endeavor has taken its toll on master Arkous, Arya and Kenobi.” she explained, looking a bit upset, before gesturing to the holocron she was holding, “But they had prepared for the eventuality.”
“Will they be alright?” Jango asked, feeling worried, as it was rather unusual for the green Je’daii to look that out of sort

“In time, doubtlessly.” she sighed, before gathering her resolve and looking more focused, “They sacrificed much, to give us a fighting chance. It’s time for you to see why.”
The holocron was turned on, and a familiar silhouette appeared.
Except…
Jango tilted his head, observing the familiar face, the brown Jedi robes, thrown over what looked to be some armor pieces…
This wasn’t the Obi Wan Kenobi he knew.
“Hello there.” a smile, both familiar and alien, on a face that was looking exhausted, eyes far duller than he was used to, “I’m Jedi Master and High Jedi General of the Grand Army of the Republic Obi Wan Kenobi.” he introduced himself, making Jango understand why his friend was so alien
This wasn’t the Obi Wan he knew – it was the one from the visions his Obi Wan had told him about.

Hours went by, as High General Kenobi both talked, and showed them his memories of the Clone Wars – and other memories, about the Sith hidden behind it all.
Then, they’d gotten to what was this time a simple recording – it was their Obi Wan this time, and the change was startling after having seen the tired, defeated man from earlier.
The Je’daii told them about how the changes he’d made with Arkous and Arya had made their galaxy an entirely different one – explaining that they had managed to track, and eliminate one Sith already, but that Plagueis had at least two apprentices still out there.
One, just like the previous time, was Sheev Palpatine.
The other, still unknown at the time he'd made the recording.

“Well,” Kote was the first to talk, “they’d done quite a bit for us already…” there was a new respect in his voice, Jango couldn’t help but notice – thought he wasn’t one of the worst disbelievers, he’d always been a bit ambivalent about the visions Jango had told them about – evidently, all his doubts had been cleared, “Now it’s time for us to do our part, right?”
A New Jedi ship had been spotted near Kamino, and shot down by the Mandalorian forces who had stayed behind to protect the cloners, merely days after the Galactic Senate had tried to force-enlist the old Jedi.
The Je’daii had gleefully felt the rage of the Banite Sith at being waylaid – but by them, most of them were already on their way around the galaxy, with the Tat’ade.
By the time the Trade Federation droids became the Grand Republic Army, it wasn’t as general and soldiers that Force users and clones were acting, but as equal.
But ready to act they were.

¤.¤.¤

Some were going to help the newly awakened sleepers all around the galaxy, to fight against the Dark Beasts – others, went to protect their allies, and even, making new alliances along the way, among the systems who’d followed the Nabooians example.
Within a few weeks, the galaxy had descended into a chaotic war, the lines between sides blurred as some more systems left the Republic, and others were forcefully brought back into their ranks.
The Sith who headed the Senate and his apprentice – when they’d learned this from Anakin, quite a few eyebrows had been raised – had been quick to point out that the Mandalorians had been far too ready for war, and had tried to put the conflict on their shoulders.
Satine hadn’t wasted any time in reminding them that it was the Republic itself who had taken the first shots, but the citizens of the worlds still under the Senate’s control were rather quick to believe the worst of the war-like people – not that it had really surprised Jango. Thankfully for the Mand’alor, the woman he’d fallen for was just as skilled with her words as he was with his weapons, skillfully dismantling all the verbal attacks against them.

While Satine was waging a war of words against the Republic, it was the young Nabooian queen that was brokering alliances against the systems who’d left the Galactic Senate – while the Mandalorians were doing what they did best.
Wage war.
While they weren’t the kind of massive army the Sith had envisioned, the Tat’ade commando were scarily efficient, and were holding the line for the people under attack – buying them time to gather their own fighting forces, or even, helping them train fighters when needed.
Wherever the Tat’ade were, so were the Je’daii – but they were far from the only Force users to help.

The Jedi were going around too, and thought some of them were fighting just like the Je’daii, many others were helping with the healing, the training, and so on.

Troves of smugglers had come out of the woods, quite a few from the Green Moon House, but not only, to help with supply lines, and other discreet runs.

Even more surprisingly, all the smaller Force enclaves, who’d tended to keep out of civilian affairs, had decided to leave behind their usual neutrality to protect their home.

And as people started to realize some of the truth about the Aging Plague – those that called themselves Children of Mana were given a different name by the rest of the galaxy.
The Dreamers.
And those Dreamers had done in half a year what the rest of the galaxy hadn’t managed in the nearly three years before their awakening.
Holorecords of the Dreamers pushing back the Dark Beasts, destroying their nest and healing the infected in a way no one had been able had gone viral on the holonet, the most famous of them being, without any doubts, their young and charismatic leader.
And, Jango had to admit when watching said holorecords, that he had indeed grown into quite the leader during his long sleep.
Once the Dark Beasts had been all but dealt with, the Dreamers hadn’t stopped – hunting the last corrupted creatures here and there, but also hunting the starship that had been seeding them – and joining the Je’daii and the Tat’ade in their fight to protect the galaxy from the Banite Siths.

¤.¤.¤

While keeping up with the war effort – Anakin had also been in constant contact with his padawan-siblings, and his parents, seeking concrete evidence about Palpatine and C'Baoth – and looking for the ever elusive Aurra Sing.
Beyond his charisma, Anakin was also able to be quite cutting – and after a few holo-interviews where he called out the master of the new Jedi order, the man had finally left the safety of Coruscant, to assist the droid troopers, just like the rest of his order had already been doing.
It wasn’t Anakin, who’d fought him – but his elder padawan-sister.
Saarai’s gifts as a demigoddess had blossomed just like Anakin’s how when on Mortis, and she had quite a few more years of training than the young Je’daii knight.

Watching her battle the Banite apprentice with both the Force and her words had been a work of art.
C’Baoth may be skilled with his words, and an experienced Jedi master – he was young in his mastery of the Dark Side, and as such, managing to taunt him into outing himself as a Dark Sider hadn’t been that hard now that he was finally on the battlefield.
And while the man had been renowned for his mastery over Niiman, his fall to the Dark Side had made him hasty and had in turn impacted the lightsaber form that was probably the most quintessentially Jedi there was. He’d started to get some training in a more violent form of fighting, that much was evident – but not enough to compensate, and the red skinned Sith'ari’s two blades were soon enough cutting through the man’s neck, the Je’daii looking barely winded by the fight.

[Achievement unlocked!

Named enemy vanquished(Jorus C’Baoth): +250 XP

The recording of the master of the new Jedi admitting to being a Banite Sith, taken by one of the Tat’ade working with her, and getting destroyed by a true-born Sith, had been diffused all around the holonet – all of it part of their strategy of waging war on the information side too. After all, the Banite Sith had done it quite effectively against the Jedi for decades — it was their own fault they hadn't expected the other Force users to use their own methods against them!

A few years earlier, the words Banite Sith would have meant nothing for most people – but among other things, Je’daii, Mandalorians, and ever more recently Dreamers had all been working on demystifying the difference Force users groups, reminding along the way that the red Sith weren’t the same as the Banite ones.
More importantly, the holorecording also shook the New Jedi, who realized that they’d been fooled.

Quite a few of them immediately deserted.
A few others waited for the Senate’s answer – and left too, when the governing body simply pointed out that being a Banite Sith hadn’t been illegal for several centuries. They’d separated themselves from their order because they felt it had become too lax toward the Dark Siders, so seeing such a lack of reaction toward their concerns was rather damning in their opinion.
The New Jedi were declared deserters just like the old Jedi, and given the same kill-on-sight sentence as them – making quite a few decide to rejoin their old order.
Of course, the Jedi hadn’t welcomed them back that easily, wary of potential spies, and all the returners were put under some scrutiny before learning about the new home of the Old Order.

Meanwhile, Palpatine had once more changed his tune, using the deserters as proof that all Jedi were all unreliable, and calling for a rearrangement of the New Jedi into something safer, into people that would protect their government rather than leave them behind only because of some outdated beliefs.
It was time, he forged on, for the whole galaxy to stand behind a strong leader, if they wanted to bring back the lost system in their midst, and for that, they needed more efficiency.
By the end of his speech, the Banite Sith had proclaimed himself emperor, and the remaining New Jedi, quite evidently just as fallen as their leader had been, were now his new Inquisition.

The Jedi, were barely surprised at how easily the man made his outrageous move seem all but logical to the Galactic Senate.
And in the depth of their ongoing coma, Shadow, War and Animus all felt hundreds of voices – thanking them with such ardor it was as if as many prayers were reaching them. Because without all the changes the three deities had engineered – all the Jedi now understood all too well just how dire the situation would have been for them.
Could envision themselves all too easily, still stagnating and beholden to the Senate that was now led by a man whose intent to destroy them was impossible to miss for any Force user worth their salt. Knew that the Je’daii, who’d became a sibling order to them, wouldn’t even exist. That the other sects they’d all but forced into hiding wouldn’t have had a stake in the Fate of the greater galaxy.

¤.¤.¤

In Mortis, Arkous and Obi Wan started to stir.
Colors, to come back to the deathly still silhouette of Arya.

The Father shared a smile with his two children, all three of them feeling how things were changing for the better – no matter how chaotic things were right now for the mortals. Though of course, it had been all but inevitable – with how deep in the Purgatory their galaxy was, making things change for the better was never going to be a peaceful endeavor, after all. Especially given the godly affinity of the trio of Old Ones who’d come to their help.
But now – they eyed the charismatic Chosen One, who’d waited to be alone to let his smile slip from his face, revealing instead a tired expression. Anakin Skywalker may be weary from the constant fighting, and despondent from seeing so much death, the demigod was also in tune enough with his godly mother that he could feel nearly as well as the gods themselves, that no matter the chaos, things would be better in time.

The trio shared darker glances, as they felt once more the outer reaches of their sphere of reality shudder.
What Anakin, nor any of the mortals, could feel – was the Abyss creature who was raging against their very existence.
It had been attacking them non-stop since before Shadow and War even stepped into the reality marble that held their galaxy, and for a long time, Mana had been alone in holding it at bay, the eldest daughter of Magic weaving wards and magical shields that were merely holding the creature a bay.
They’d hoped, at first, that the creature would give up on its attacks when their world started to shift back toward balance – when the reality marble started to move back, out of the depths of the Abyss, toward the gigantic door that kept them in the Purgatory.

But the creature wasn’t giving up, and while the gods, who had finally found some hope back, were doing all they could to help the strongest among them, they knew they weren’t strong enough for this fight.
No, given how the Son was the one whose powers worked best at pushing the Abyss creature back, it was evident just who would be able to help.
But of course, all of them realized that asking help of the two Old Ones, who shared a soul, meant cutting their life among mortals short.
None of them doubted that War and Animus would help.
But it still felt oh so unfair to ask once more so much of the trio.

¤.¤.¤

Within weeks of the Empire’s foundation act, the new Inquisitors leading the droids had also been given new elite troops in the form of Sith beasts. And thought not as inherently dangerous as the Dark Beast had been, as contrarily to those, they didn’t spread their corruption, they were still quite fearsome on the battlefield, turning the tide once more – as contrarily to the droids, they weren’t something regular soldiers could easily fight.
The Force users, whatever their origins, were starting to be stretched thin, as they had to be everywhere these new opponents were.
Thankfully, the beasts, clearly made from Sith alchemy, didn’t self-propagate like the Dark Beasts did, but were instead the work of biological engineering and Force powers.
And engineering meant – lines of production.

Chirrut and Baze were the ones to find the factory plant, hidden on Mustafar, in the Atravis sector – and to lead the assault on it, with a team of both Green Moon bounty hunters and Mandalorians.
From the sky, not much was seen of Mustafar' life, as the lava-covered planet's inhabitants mainly dwelled underground. The mining facilities used by the Techno Union were one of the few buildings that wasn’t hidden underground – and it had been only the nudging from the Force, that had made the Dyad look a bit closer at the old ruins that stood in the heart of the planet’s Dark Side vergeance.
The place held traces of deep and old feeling of grief and regret.
And far more recent feelings of pain and anger.
Darth Sidious, they realized, had found an old technological and alchemical item – the Aeon engine, the work of a Dark Sider who longed to bring her husband back to life.
The engine had failed its mandate, instead sticking the man between the mortal world and beyond, all the while bringing devastation all around the planet, that had been, prior to its use, a lush jungle world.
Needless to say, the Banite Sith had no interest in resurrecting any loved ones – but he did make use of the Aeon engine, to power the plants that were now spitting out Sith beasts far faster than they would otherwise have been able to.
Chirrut and Baze weren’t the first-line fighters that Anakin or Saarai could be, thought they fought side by side with their Mandalorians allies, so they felt the fight weight on them as it lasted far longer than they'd expected.

The Mustafarians were an arthropodal specie, with two distinct subspecies – the Northern ones, slimmer, taller, the thinking head of the planet’s civilization, their southern siblings, short, sturdier, far more resilient, and ruthless warriors when protecting their home-world.
The Techno Union platform had fallen first, and easily – but since then, every-step toward the ruins where the Aeon engine was hidden was hard won, days turning into weeks as they fought on.
Chirrut and Baze hadn’t been surprised when nearly three weeks into the battle, reinforcements had arrived from the new empire — after all, the Sith beasts were an important resource for the empire's armies.
Thankfully, they knew their own back-up wasn’t too far, either.
Anakin and his troops' arrival had been a welcome relief, and the boost they needed to finally manage to push back the Mustafarians, and step into the ruins of the Corvax Fortress at last, the former Dark Side Temple now turned into a bustling factory plant, patrolled by a multitude of Dark Sided beasts.

[Achievement unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Corvax Fortress): +250 XP, +1 to Dark elemental skill point]

And now that they were nearing the nexus, the Dyad could feel the Force urging them on.
Feeling it just as much as they did, Anakin shouted, “Go on ahead, we’ll take care of the cleanup!”
The two partners nodded in thanks, and rushed forward, cutting through the creatures and battle-lines without a second glance, reminding quite a few people that though they weren’t the Force powerhouse some of their padawan-siblings and niblings could be, they had still been taught by Arya Lunika.

[Achievement unlocked!

Dark Side Vergeance(Mustafar): +50 FR, +500 XP]

Hidden by the Dark Side nexus, another Force user had already made their way to the heart of the fortress. Not even giving them a second glance, she was raging against the machinery, tinkering around, and having already disconnected it from the manufacture, trying to cobble it together in a new form.
There was a body on a medical bed nearby, breathing but feeling disturbingly empty to the Dyad, who’d already stumbled under the powerful feeling of grief/despair/anger/corruption that was shrouding the young woman. Both realized at the same time who they were facing.
A Banite Sith - thought not the owner of this place.

¤.¤.¤

“ You are Plagueis' daughter, uh?” Chirrut mused, making the other turn toward them with a stumble, clearly only now realizing she wasn’t alone anymore
It took a second for her to place them, then an ugly expression of hatred broke on her face, “You!” she spat, “How kind to spare me the trip to kill you!”
“ You are doubtlessly a better fighter than us.” Baze agreed, the man feeling through the Force just how skilled and suited to battle the woman was, “But right now, you won’t be able to kill us.”
She was after all barely coherent, corruption encroaching, thought not as powerfully as it had been with her adopted father, and feelings all over the place. It was rather telling that, as a Force user, she hadn’t felt them come near, or even realized that there was a battle ongoing in the fortress!

She let out a scream of rage and grief, and rushed toward them, but just like the brasher half of the Dyad had said, she was in no state to fight. Within a few minutes, despite her speed and keen instincts, she’d been separated from her lightsaber, and the numerous hidden weapons she had, and been slapped with a pair of Force-suppressing handcuffs.
Being cut from the Force also forced the corruption to recede, they realized, as the madness in her eyes was replaced by grief.
“ I doubt the old Muun would want for you to destroy yourself like that on his behalf.” Baze said bluntly, “He was surprisingly reasonable, for a Banite and a man eaten by corruption.”

“I know!” screamed the woman, rage in her voice turning into sobs, as she repeated, in a lower voice, “I know...” she let her head drop, and asked, “But what else can I do, when all my skills have always been about murder and destruction?”
“ Not only,” corrected Chirrut gently, reminding her, “You also learned about life, didn’t you?” He reminded her, “I doubt Plagueis didn’t ensure you rightfully earned your diploma after all.” a fond smile, “He was just as much a scholar as our master’s husband, after all.”
There was rage once more in the woman’s eyes, as he mentioned Arya.

“ Don’t resent our master for doing something your master wanted.” Baze chided, “He knew his sanity was slipping, and he decided to leave on his terms. Sane, and in battle with a worthy opponent.”
“Worthy opponent? The woman who's been hiding ever since the beginning of the war?” spat Aurra Sing mockingly
“Master is in a coma.” Chirrut answered simply, not seeing the need to hide it, “She was the one who gave her memories after all, to train all the Dreamers.”
The Banite Sith's eyes widened in surprise at the explanation, and she laughed bitterly, “Even in a coma, she’s managed to oppose me at every turn.”
“The Dark Creatures were far too dangerous not to be dealt with. Something even Plagueis understood.” Baze pointed out
“I was supposed to destroy them.” she agreed, mind clearer than it had been in a long time

Instead, her grief had needed a direction – and she’d decided to use her father’s last project to avenge him. Which, given that even the old Sith had been leery of the creature, had been idiotic, she finally started to realize.
“ And now, you’re even trying to bring him back.” Chirrut commented, glancing toward the disturbingly empty body
“But I didn’t manage.”
“You didn’t find his soul.” Baze understood easily
“He didn’t come!”
“Oh, he came alright,” contradicted Chirrut, eyeing an invisible silhouette his sightless eyes could easily see

¤.¤.¤

Because while they hadn’t been a part of the Dreamers, as they’d felt their part to play was out in the galaxy, holding the line while the others learned, both had still been blessed all the same. Baze had been stunned to feel both War and Animus bless him, but in retrospect, it was rather evident. Chirrut being touched by Death, he’d been far less surprised about – his other half had been the one instinctively drawn to Arya, after all.
And while they hadn’t enjoyed the nine years of training the Dreamers had the privilege of living through, it had been two years since they’d been blessed – and somehow, the fact that they knew personally the deities who’d blessed them helped them tremendously in their training.

Opening himself to the powers granted by his master, Chirrut took a hold of the ethereal presence, letting it coalesce in a visible form.
The dead soul gave him a nod of thanks, before turning his attention to the grieving girl.
“Foolish girl,” he sighed, not unkindly, “you were not meant to make the same mistakes as me.”
Sharing a glance, Chirrut and Baze took a few steps back, letting the grieving daughter speak with her father.
After a while, a glance from the soul called them back, as Plagueis said, “I can’t linger much longer.”
“Your new body wouldn’t survive.” nodded Chirrut, who’d felt the strain the other was starting to feel

If he’d really wanted to, Plagueis could have probably abandoned his new body and identity behind, possessing the empty body Aurra Sing had made for him. It would have been a cursed existence – but something like that really wouldn’t have been that much of a problem for the Banite Sith.
But he’d been given a new chance at life, when Arya had cleansed his soul and reincarnated him. And though he shouldn’t have retained any memories from this life, another god had felt, just like Shadow, that he’d warranted more. After all, the Son could understand better than most, just how impressive it had been for the man to stay as sane as he had, despite the education he'd received, and the corruption that had been encroaching on his mind.
“Will I see you again?” couldn’t help but ask Aurra
He smiled, the expression far kinder on his face in death than it had ever been in life – just like he’d told Arya, Plagueis had been too broken to feel many positive emotions.
Something his reincarnation had evidently healed.

“ In time. ” he agreed fondly, the Force whispering its answer to him, “But only if you learn to live anew, instead of self-destructing like you have.” he reminded her
“I will.” she nodded resolutely
Taking it for the permission he was waiting for, Chirrut’s hands curled around the woman’s owns, the slender man calling a bit more on his holy powers, feeling the strain, has he battled against the corruption with far more difficulties than Arya would have.
Finally, he stumbled, hitting the chest of his partner, who knew him well enough to know he’d drained himself along the way and had been ready to catch him.

[Achievement unlocked!
Purification complete (Aurra Sing): +100 XP]

Still, no matter how weary he was, the Miraluka couldn’t help but smile as he knew that now, even without the Force-suppression manacles, the Banite Sith wouldn’t be prey to the madness and corruption that had been eating her mind and body anymore. Even cut from the Force as she was, the effect was immediately apparent – as they felt her settle on the ground, against the failed machinery, as if a new weight was suddenly settling on her shoulders.
Aurra Sing – was an assassin and a Dark Sider.
But destruction on the scale she’d inflicted on the galaxy – had never been something she’d ever wanted.

“ You should kill me.” she couldn’t help but say, before adding, “I really don’t want to die. I want to see him again, you know? But what I’ve done... No one deserves to live after doing something like that!”
“If you’d done it with a clear mind, sure.” Baze agreed, “But you weren’t yourself, were you?”
“It won't bring all the people who died back.”
“It won’t.” he agreed, “And I can assure you, you won’t be left free to roam the galaxy for a long time.” a shrug, “But one more death won’t make things better either.” he pointed out

By the time they were out of the heart of the fortress, true to his promise, Anakin had taken care of the rest of the plant with their men. Thanks to his powerful senses, the Chosen One didn’t long to realize that the Banite Sith had been cleansed from the corruption they’d been told about on Mortis, and nodded toward the Dyad, approval clear in his eyes.
Barely a few hours later, Chirrut and Baze were heading toward Tython, where the young woman would be judged, and quite probably sentenced to some heavy mind-healing, and years of seclusion away from the galaxy – thought like Xanathos in his time, she’d probably earn back some freedom in time.

Cut from the Force as she was, she didn’t feel, as they entered the planet and its two moons orbit, an old bond snap in place, born anew.
On Bogan, a young, red-skinned boy merely smiled as he felt the familiar presence now so close. Now wasn’t the time for their reunion, he knew – but in time, he had no doubt, like he’d told her, that they’d see each other again.

4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6 ^th week of the 1 ^st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “ Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC – Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escape s the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)

4325.323.0 CRC – Deaknal (Born from the Wind) Raheth (Sandwalker) adopts Arya Lunika (3652 BBY / 2 ATC)
4328.444 CRC – Return to the Empire, Deaknal promoted (3649 BBY / 5 ATC)
4330.974 CRC – Lyn’Me escapes Korriban (3647 BBY / 7 ATC)
4331.165.0 CRC – re-birth of Padfoot, Arya leaves Dromund Kaas on her first solo mission (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4331.721 CRC – finding of the vergeance and re-birth of Blanche on Lothal (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)

4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.231 CRC– return on Dromund Kaas (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.315 CRC– mission on Nal Hutta starts (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
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4333.333 CRC– Arya becomes Cipher Seven (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.923 CRC– Darth Arkous becomes a member of the Dark Council, Deaknal is promoted from Keeper to Minister (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4334.233 CRC– Dash.a Ellan becomes a Privateer for the Republic (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)

4334.762 CRC– War starts again (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.943 CRC– re-birth of Kagetsu (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.954 CRC– death of Sel-Makor (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4335.625 CRC– birth of Jela’Me, son of Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor (3642 BBY / 12 ATC)
4337.172 CRC– death of Vitiate’s Voice in the Empire (3640 BBY / 14 ATC)

4340.835 CRC– battle against Revan (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4340.064 CRC– destruction of Ziost (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4341.174 CRC– Eternal Empire offensive (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.342 CRC– Arya wakes up (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.461 CRC– visit on Tython (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.512 CRC– defeat against the Eternal Empire, death of Darth Marr, Arya in cryostasis (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4346.364 CRC– Arya rescued and waked up (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)

4346.415 CRC– battle of Asylum (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.061 CRC– journey to Odessen’s core (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.074 CRC– Firebrand’s assault on Zakuul’s infrastructures (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4347.122 CRC– Arcann’s retaliation (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4347.413 CRC– assault on Zakuul (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4348.272 CRC– battle against Tenebrae (3659 BBY / 25 ATC)

4351.xxx CRC– Arkous starts living on Tython (3656 BBY / 28 ATC)
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4439.xxx CRC– Aayla’Me becomes Grand Master (3568 BBY / 116 ATC)
4517.xxx CRC– death of Aayla’Me (3590 BBY / 194 ATC)
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7919.653 CRC– birth of Obi Wan Kenobi (57 BBY / 3598 ATC)
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7930.923 CRC– gambling cession at the Outlander (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

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7932.563 CRC– arrival in the Colundra Sector (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.624 CRC– first job for the Stark Combine (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.651 CRC– arrest of Iaco Stark (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.663 CRC– trip to Korriban’s heart (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.775 CRC– trip to Tython (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.834 CRC– stay at Padawan Kesh (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.852 CRC– stay at Bodhi (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.911 CRC– stay at Mahara Kesh (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.963 CRC– stay at Anil Kesh (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)

7932.034 CRC– stay at Kaleth (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7932.055 CRC– stay at Qigong Kesh (44 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7933.311 CRC– stay at Stav Kesh (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.314 CRC– stay at Akar Kesh (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.322 CRC– trip to Vur Tepe (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.351 CRC– old distress signal (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.352 CRC– return to Coruscant (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)

7933.415 CRC– Obi Wan becomes senior padawan (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.523 CRC– Order reformation (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.612 CRC– Arkous and Obi Wan’s return to Mandalore (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.631 CRC– Arya and Saarai’s arrival on Rattatak (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.712 CRC– Ky Narec an Asajj Ventress arrive on Coruscant (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.874 CRC– Arkous and Obi returns from Mandalore (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.875 CRC– Arya and Saarai escort the new Je’daii prospect to Tython (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.912 CRC– Ona Nobis captured by Noor R’aya (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.014 CRC– arrival on Kegan (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7933.052 CRC– talk with Arkous (43 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7934.145 CRC– Yaddle completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.213 CRC– start of Arkous and Obi Wan third rotation on Mandalore (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.345CRC– Shmi becomes pregnant (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.432CRC– Trade Federation activities suspended in the Mandalore Sector (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.462 CRC– Tholme completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.463CRC– Shmi becomes Vokara Che’s padawan (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.515CRC– Arkous an Obi returns to Coruscant (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.563 CRC– Qui-Gon completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.652CRC – Aurra Sing enters the Anzati Assassin Academy (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.671CRC– Obi Wan’s first lesson in Force Lightning (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)

7934.834 CRC– Dooku completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7934.075 CRC– arrival of the Council of First Knowledge on Tython (42 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7935.112CRC – Arya awakens the Unfettered Mooka (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.123CRC – birth of Anakin at Mahara Kesh (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.243 CRC– Knighting of Komari Vosa, Xanathos completes the Great Journey, Qui-Gon takes Tiplar and Tiplee as padawans (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.264 CRC– Saarai finds the Ember (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.311 CRC– Knighting of Quinlan Vos (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.312 CRC– the First Council heads back to Coruscant (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.342 CRC– Obi Wan arrives on Mandalore (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.363 CRC– Saarai and Naranee arrives on Jaguada (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.411 CRC– Arya and Arkous enter the Maw (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.454 CRC– end of the Mandalorian Civil War (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.524 CRC– Arya and Arkous leave the Maw (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.552 CRC– beginning of the Jedi intervention on Huk and Kalee (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.561 CRC– Arya and Arkous arrives on Dathomir (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.845 CRC– end of the Huk War (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.964 CRC– Arya heals Arkous and Obi Wan’s souls (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7935.021 CRC– Saarai becomes the Sith’ari (41 BBY / 3614 ATC)
7936.415 CRC– Saarai and Naranee returns on Tython (40 BBY / 3615 ATC)
7937.215CRC – Aurra Sing becomes Darth Plagueis’ apprentice (39 BBY / 3616 ATC)
7937.423CRC – Jango Fett signs a cloning contract with the Kaminoan (39 BBY / 3616 ATC)

7942.231 CRC– Saarai takes Maul as a padawan (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7942.332CRC – Aurra Sing graduates from Reena (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7942.415 CRC– Arya takes Chirrut and Baze as padawan (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7942.421 CRC– Convocation of the Force (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7942.564 CRC– Obi Wan and Arkous take Anakin as a padawan (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)

7942.653 CRC– Birth of the Green Moon House (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7942.821 – 7942.973 CRC– Yinchorri Crisis (34 BBY / 3621 ATC)
7943.075 CRC– Sojourn Gathering (33 BBY / 3622 ATC)
7944.132 CRC– start of the Tatooine take-over (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.145 CRC– beginning of the Royal election on Naboo (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.343 CRC– arrival on Kohlma (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.361 CRC– fight between Darth Plagueis and Arya (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)

7944.614 CRC– Padmé Naberrie is elected Queen of Naboo (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.675 CRC– coronation of Queen Amidala (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.734 CRC– start of the Eriadu Trade Summit (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.942 CRC– defeat of Count Ramil Dooku (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)

7944.042 CRC– start of the Trade Federation Blockades (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.064 CRC– Arya, Chirrut and Baze arrives on Sojourn (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.072 CRC– Obi Wan, Arkous and Anakin arrives on Naboo (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7944.074 CRC– Saarai and Maul arrives on Serenno (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)

7944.075 CRC– Sojourn Gathering / Liberation of Naboo and Serenno (32 BBY / 3623 ATC)
7945.251 CRC– war on Zygerria (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.323 CRC– Arkous, Obi Wan and Anakin leaves Naboo (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.472 CRC– New Jedi Schism / Arya arrives on Kashyyyk (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.564 CRC– Arya, Katmalla and Katliak enter the Shadowlands (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.625 CRC– the Old Order leaves Coruscant for Ossus (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.653 CRC– Arya, Katmalla and Katliak arrives in the Black Forest (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.661 CRC– Arkous and Obi Wan arrives on Ossus (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)

7945.812 CRC– Arkous, Obi Wan, Arya and Katliak arrives on Tython (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.854 CRC– Chirrut and Baze start their Journey Beyond (31 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7945.075 CRC– Sojourn Gathering (30 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7946134 CRC– Arkous, Obi Wan, Arya, Anakin and Katliak enter Mortis (30 BBY / 3624 ATC)
7946315CRC– the Bargain is struck (30 BBY / 3625 ATC)
7947215CRC– the Aging Plague victims awaken / secession in the Galactic Senate (29 BBY / 3626 ATC)
7947244CRC– beginning of the Galactic War (29 BBY / 3626 ATC)
7947751CRC– most of the Black Beasts are dealt with (29 BBY / 3626 ATC)
7948143CRC– C’Baoth is killed and outed as a Banite Sith (28 BBY / 3627 ATC)
7948221CRC– rise of the Empire, the new Jedi become the Inquisition (28 BBY / 3627 ATC)
7948532CRC– assault on Mustafar
7948714CRC–confrontation with Aurra Sing (28 BBY / 3627 ATC)
7948822CRC–the Dyad and Aurra Sing return on Tython (28 BBY / 3627 ATC)

Fluffy Mooka – Defender Class light corvette, lime green paint job (Sayah and Leelai Lunika's starship)
? – Praetor Class frigate (Exchange slave cargo)
Ember – Fury Class light corvette (Darth Arkous' starship)
? – X-70B-Phatom (Cipher 11' starship)
Unfettered Mooka – XS Stock Class light freighter, lime line around the hull (Davin and Dash.a Ellan's starship)
Ziost' Revenger – Terminus Class destroyer (Darth Marr's flagship)
Sandwalking Mooka – DeepWater Class light freighter, double lime- line along the top of the hull (Dasha's starship)
Red Bird – HT 2200 Class light freighter, black band with blue borders all around the hull (Shmi's ship)
Raptor – ? Carrier (flagship of the Stark Commercial Combine)
Imperialis – Cosinga-class heavy corvette (Palpatine's private luxury yacht)
Scimitar – Experimental starfighter (formerly Darth Maul's starship)
?, ?, ?, ? –Lucrehulk Class cargo freighters (Trade Federation droid control starships)
? –Acclamator Class assault ship (unknown Banite Sith's starship
Blazing Mooka—scout class (Baze and Chirrut's starship)

- Repository (enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave (clothe, leveling, LV94): +94 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 AG, +96 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 WIS, +96 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV93): +1 LUCK, +93 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV94, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +94/96/99 Energy Damages
Arkous' Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 AG, +96 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages

[Arkous' Shadow Weave(clothe, leveling): + x Physical Defense)]

(bXP FR, 10bXP)Vergeance: Mustafar
(+1 specific Skill, 5bXP)Force Temple: Corvax Fortress
(XP)Planet: Mustafar

(bXP) Named opponent vanquished: Jorus C’Baoth
(2XP) Battle won: Mustafar

(XP)Being Purified: Aurra Sing

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 56 LV MAX

BODY: Agility (20/1:21) / Strength (13/1:14) / Endurance (12/2:14)
MIND: Intelligence (18/2:20) / Willpower (17/3: 20) / Wisdom (15/8 :23)
Heart: Presence (12/5:17) / Instinct (16/4:20)
UNIQUE: Luck (37) / Element (38) / Godly (28)