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Manually added by Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos

Manually added by Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos

Manually added by Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos

Cold and without light Eternity presses on Subject to evil

Darkness comes quickly after the sun is fallen. Come to play again.

The blinded hero, The space under a child’s bed. Thus, darkness is fear.

Pain and suffering. Anakin's loss prevailing, The dark path begins.

Roger Roger Jedi Sith Cloned Men Fight the Droids to Death Many fall victim

Trapped within the dark A heart wanting and burning Loves quickened demise

No format specified, so using GDoc link.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZHyN9G39D540fnJB4W9VwiR6BRjGbXhn2FYXYK95Thg/edit?usp=sharing

Sorry to be boring, but it works well. :P

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11ZRGnOjUBjyuk998kbPm8tVL1rUSiFYMOFbXhdK2WIc/edit?usp=sharing

Lonely as loss 'fore its time Heart of all danger Its embrace, I find respite

Dooku and Yoda A battle long awaited, Got my heart to race.

the Black Surrounds me There is no escape from it Darkness in my life

The clone wars begin With the worst Star Wars Movie. Dooku steals the show.

Jango Fett is Daddy Bugs build something big Yoda FIGHTS!

Light is fading fast, The Dark side getting stronger, The younglings must die.

At least it ended And we can forget it all. Death by sadness? Ugh!

the story is told how Vader became a Sith bit of a let down

Lightsaber battles. Vader is born from lava. My heart is aflame.

Kind of a bore, but it's important that we know: Ani don't like sand.

Seriously, the reason Ani went dark was his wife? That's so lame.

ooo saber fight time Anakin you're my hero scratch that, maybe not

Home. The word reverberated. “What an interesting concept,” Etah thought to himself. Coruscant clearly wasn’t that, neither was Selen. Yridia is lost to us. But now Tarthos is all of a sudden supposed to matter?

Home…. The word reasserted. “This I clearly can’t accept,” Etah fraught to himself. Tarthos, land of the Lion. A planet that means nothing to me. Identity is lost to us. But now all of a sudden, I find myself getting madder.

Home. The word serrated. “There is only one conclusion that can be reached,” Etah fought with himself. The Clan of Life and Death is neither living nor dead. We are now the last of us. But now all of a sudden, I find myself becoming murder.

There’s only one thing left to be said, Home is where you lay your dead.

The Jedi pressed pursed lips to a clenched fist while he gazed into the distance, the faint scratch of his untrimmed beard, a momentary sensation, recalled him to the present. The memory of Nar Shaddaa clawed within his mind, the innocents in the street caught in the blast of the Plagueian's grenade. The concourse had emptied which left Wolfe alone to sulk, something he preferred at this point. Wolfe stood with the weight of his heel upon his well-worn cloak which caught, held fast, and he stumbled to catch his balance afterward.

"Introspection never was your strong suit, was it, child?" The calloused voice rasped, a shiver to match traversed the Jedi's spine.

"You've wallowed in doubt quite long enough, child, much longer and the Jedi will begin to wonder. Aren't attachments forbidden, after all? Ever still, sentimental as you are, you couldn't pick a path to follow attack and throw yourself before your enemy to protect those you never knew he would dare to target, like a fool. Or accept risks and mitigate." The specter made a visible gesture of defeat and moved across the concourse, its face contorted in the devilish sneer he had always given the Acolyte when he had been his Master.

The air between them was filled with the silence that came before storms, Wolfe had grown used to this over the last several years, but now it only punctuated the severity of the moment. The projection of his Master crossed the concourse and the pallor of the Sith was clear now to his student. Still, in this moment Wolfe grasped for words but could find none, and his Master's ghost continued to overshadow him. The poltergeist spoke his innermost doubts aloud and shook him to his core.

"I wonder, how efficient was that grenade? What was the casualty rate? Two or three, perhaps a dozen civilians? How many did he wound because of your inaction, my pet?"

Wolfe looked into the ephemeral eyes of his long-dead master, rage boiled over and his hands shook with an unmitigated source. But he was given something he had an answer to at this point, a question with a solid, definitive answer.

"Eleven dead, thirty wounded from the detonator. Degrees of injury vary. Collapsed lungs, burns, falling injuries from the detonation. Multiple injuries stem from the panic we caused in our fight. Largely those are attributed to trampling and crushing injuries from people trying to escape the source of the blast and gunfire." The Jedi spoke with an almost obscene clarity to his voice, eyes locked with his Master, old habits died hard.

"It speaks."

"I wasn't finished," Wolfe cut his master off, eyes forward as he looked through him and to the city beyond, "I wanted to say you were right, but I was so intent back then on getting away from you I never could admit it. Nothing in this world is the way we see it, and everything can be altered to suit our purposes. We can even be broken down to suit the needs of others. At the same time, there are aspects of this world that do not change. We do have to choose a path and walk it, what we face on that path can be altered, but we choose how we get there, and we cannot change how got where we are. I'm forever stuck with what you did to me, but I get to choose now what I do with this gift."

The sound of the imploder played once more in the Jedi's mind and he sighed.

"People will die, it is an immutable fact of our world. I had to kill you to get to where I am, I cannot be so naive as to think people will not die where your ilk or mine are involved."

Whiny Anakin, Who fell for plot purposes, Grated on my nerves.

Lieutenant Colonel Mauro Wynter sat in the cockpit of his X-wing fighter and absently drummed his fingers on a display screen. Suddenly a voice shouted over the comm. "Incoming fighters at six o’ clock!” The voice shouted. Wynter flicked on his comm “Are they friend or foe?” He asked. “They don’t belong to the Brotherhood.” Said Knight Zeline Nemesis. Pew pew. One of the unknown fighters opened fire with its laser cannons. “I guess that answers our question. There’s too many of them to take on head to head. Get into a defensive wedge formation. I’ll take point.” Wynter ordered moving his X wing to the center of the wedge. Pew pew pew...pew pew. Came more enemy laser cannon fire. “Hold the formation. The enemy is spread thin. We’ll try to break through their center and attack the rest from behind.” Wynter said. “Roger!” The members of Tython Squadron responded. Boom...boom boom! The green explosions went off all around them and yet the squadron remained untouched. “On my my order fire all your concussion missiles at the enemy fighters’ center ships!” Wynter ordered. “Steady...steady....NOW!” He shouted over the comm as dozens of tiny red missiles sped toward the enemy fighters. “ All ships continue on course!” Wynter said which garnered more than a few surprised murmurs. Usually after a bombardment like what they just did would be followed by the squadron splitting off and surprise attacking the stunned enemy from the flanks. However this would not work against such a large number of fighters. BBBBBBBOOM! The sound of dozens of missiles hitting their targets went off. “Now all ships fire at will!” Wynter ordered as wave after wave was shot at the explosions. When the dust cleared in front of Tython Squadron was the wreckage of about 20 fighters. Behind the debris was a huge hole in the enemy’s position. Pew pew pew. “Sir friendly fighters incoming at twelve o’ clock.” A voice came over the comm. “Tython Squadron this is Seer Constantine of Battle Team Nighthawk from Clan Arcona. We’ll dispatch the rest of this bunch while you regroup.” An unfamiliar voice came over the comm channel. “Copy Nighthawk we’ll leave it to you.” Wynter said. Nighthawk mopped up the remaining enemy fighters and met up with the members of Tython Squadron. “That was a good fight you guys put up out there. You didn’t even suffer a single casualty.” Said Constantine to Wynter. “Thanks we really appreciated the help.” Wynter said. And with that the Battle was over.

(Poem style, uh freestyle? Rhyme pattern: A, B, B. Slang rhymes used.)

Thorny, vine-covered tooke Leaps to war with fear, For loss of life is high and near.

White tufted, blue spotted, She dances upon the half lit fence Of Forces light and dense.

Lost, wandering mind, One day she just might Take a rest from this stress and fight.

New faces and tales, Old familiar faces too, Cool new twists and turns.

Blackness all around To the core it eats me up Will it ever stop?

Whirlwind of fierce action. Stale and hollow emotion. It was a good trick.

Skywalker's Demise Republic now Empire Darth Vader Arise!

The Vision

On the ice planet of Hoth, Hunter Joe Durham stops his tauntaun and waited for the others to catch up with him. “It’s over here, I can feel it. Like a deep dark and eery voice calling out to me.” Joe said. "Damn kid, you sure work fast. You truly are my student." His master, Savant Kromtal Bloodfyre Stormfyld replied as he caught up with Joe. Rian Taldrya, the Consul of Clan Taldryan, nodded in agreement as Master Sith Bloodfire Tarentae appeared by Joe’s side. "Well, there isn't much here, though there is a strange darkness up ahead." Sith Bloodfire said. "The temperature is dropping. We better return to the ship." Kromtal replied as he checked the temperature. They all nodded and turn around back to the base. "Hear me…" Joe stops and turns around. He could have sworn he heard someone. "I have waited for you… for such a long time… help me…" Now Joe heard it… he couldn't help but feel chilled to the bone. He didn't know what was going on. "Joe what's wrong?" Rian asked, sensing Joe’s uneasiness. "Kid, you ok?" Kromtal asked. "Seek me out… find my voice…" This time, it wasn't in his head, it came from the wind. Rian and Kromtal reached for their lightsabers. Sith Bloodfire simply closed his eyes and reached out with the Force. "Who are you?" Joe called out to the wind. "It's probably the Force kid." Kromtal said. However, everyone knew it wasn't. It was something more human. More sinister. "I have waited to be found… for so long… I remain trapped, unable to break free… unless by a Force user…" The voice stated. "Where can we find you?" Sith Bloodfire called out. "Trust your feelings… they will lead you too me… help you in the young one’s quest I can… to become a Knight … I can… to gain power" The voice faded out before it went silent. "Ok… I don't know what's going, but I say we get the hell out of here." Kromtal stated. "Agreed, I don't know what that was, but we cannot trust it." Rian replied. "He did call me out, stating he needs help from a Force user… I'm going to find him. Sith told me to feel the Force flowing through me through my feelings. My feelings are telling me to go to him." Joe said. "And your insight serves you well Young one." A voice from behind them stated. The four of them turn to see former Grand Master Chi Long standing before them. "This is impossible." Sith Bloodfire gasped. replied. Chi Long stood there looking less solid than ever. “Who or what are you?” Joe asked. "I'm a ghost, child. I am connected to the Force and will continue to be tied to this world until my goal is complete." Chi Long stated before Sith Bloodfire could ask what was going on. "The person who is trying to make contact with you is very powerful. Never before have I felt such power in my life. No Grand Master in the entire history of the Brotherhood was ever this powerful. Not even Palestine was this powerful. I don't know who he is… however; I feel he can be trusted as he will be a powerful ally. The only problem I seem to have, is I can't figure out who he is. He is shutting himself off from being detected through the Force. Even contacting you seemed to have created a disturbance in the Force." Chi Long stated. "Can he truly aid us?" Joe asked. For a moment Chi Long remained silent. He spoke again and all of them listened intently. "There once was a legend amongst the ancient Jedi… of a very powerful Dark Jedi who had a huge dark side army behind him. All of them were individuals with both powerful and unique skills in the dark side. Along with some of the greatest Jedi and Sith of the Jedi order and Sith Orders. They came from the Unknown Regions and they reigned death and destruction for centuries, the likes of which the Galaxy had nor has seen since. The Army was called the Hordes of Drakuul, it’s leader was known as the Demon of Drakuul. The Sith and Jedi joined forces but were ultimately defeated. They succeeded in wiping out almost the entire Galaxy. Then suddenly one day they just vanished. And the Galaxy returned to the way it was. When it was all over none of the survivors remembered anything about the Hordes or Drakuul. The legend states, one day… this person will return to the known Galaxy and regather his Hordes to destroy the one who will come to be known as the Prophet of Drakuul. When that day comes skies will turn black, entire star systems will be destroyed, oceans will run red with blood, the Force will scream out and backlash against this apocalypse but to no avail. Nothing can stop the Demon and his Hordes except the Prophet of Drakuul. Beware dark days lay ahead that may spell the end of the very Force itself. Pity the living, envy the dead. " "Are you saying, an army of death is here on Hoth?" Rian replied shocked to hear what he refused to believe but knew was true. "Yes. I’m sure you all have felt a grave coldness deep in your hearts since the moment you landed on this planet.” Chi Long said, becoming more transparent by the second. "Tell us what to do Master...PLEASE!” Sith Bloodfire as the skies became deathly gray and the wind began to pickup. Joe noticed that if Sith was this scared then they should all be pissing their pants by now. He had a bad feeling about this. "Trust your feelings." Chi Long replied as he vanished. All they could do was stare in disbelief at the spot where Chi Long had been. As the sky was now terrifyingly black, Joe turned around and headed towards the ice mountain and everyone followed. It only took them five minutes as to find a hidden cave entrance. Joe went inside and looked around. Though he wasn't entirely sure, he swore he could feel the Force flowing through the cave. "This place is well hidden." Sith replied as he entered the cave. They looked around to see it was a beautiful place to be in. Joe was studying a strange crimson crystal when Sith suddenly shouted. "What is it!?" Rian asked as the three of them immediately ran over. They found him unconscious on the ground. "Look." Joe said, pointing towards the crystal wall in front of them. They looked and saw a shadow in the crystal. However, when they looked more closely, they realized they were staring at a person who was wearing dark robes with armor and a strange mask. It had sharp, jagged fangs protruding from its mouth and two long horns protruding from its forehead. "You have found me." The voice replied. "Who are you?" Luke asked. "I...am...DEATH!” The voice boomed throughout the whole cave and suddenly there was this huge wave of red light blinding everything and everyone. “Uhh ahh!” Joe awoke with a red flash of light leaving his eye. He shot up quickly from his bed inside his room in the Clan Taldryan headquarters. “It’s coming.” Was the only thing that left his lips.