Fiction Gallery

It is with regret that we announce the death of Nath Agrona member of Clan Arcona, House Galeres, she passed at the age of twenty five in service to her Clan.

Many knew of her but few knew her. Born on Iridonia she was found by the now deceased Zakath Agrona and brought into the fold of the Shadow Clan.

Diligent in her service, Nath has served both Galeres and Qel-Droma. In her time she has served within Dark Forge, Shadow Gate, Nighthawk, Soul Fire and most recently Tal'mahe'Ra.

Her pride however, are her Students Skar Agrona and Kordath Bleu d'Tana, whom she trained and have accomplished much within the Clan.

She also created ties in and outside Clan Arcona. Some had more substance than others but are of equal mention.

As her wish there will be no service held, her remains have been passed to Kalon Tsucyra Entar who will carry out her final wishes as laid out in her will.

It was also a part of her will to make known that there are those who will receive private messages, these will be delivered in short order.

Death is just the next step.

It was as though the gods wept crimson tears of blood.

It seemed to accumulate in the air and coat anyone that came within the vicinity. Bodies lay crumpled, wounded cried out but the uninjured weren't occupied with their well being.

By the time the Arconan's arrived it was difficult to ascertain friend from foe, those who attacked were cut down with prejudice. The rest were left to fight their battles. Mingled into the out cries of those dying were the battle cries, and the silent but equally felt relief of the Shadow Clan's arrival.

No pause was given, no ground and no mercy.

The acrid metallic tang invaded the senses and there was nothing left but rage.

For the dying.

For the dead.

And for the oppressed.

None could find hope here, the last stand, desperate and savage.

Knowledge is power You may be eternal now But we will succeed

As Armad walked the outskirts of the Northern Coast, his datapad chimed to let him know that he had received new information. He paused alongside a ruined guard shack for what he assumed had been a rather pricey neighborhood, he checked his datapad and saw that about half of his recon droids had either been destroyed or disabled. The Hydroponics facility? Interesting that none droids were able to get within a hundred meters of it. Armad tucked his datapad back into the bulk pocket of his overcoat as he felt a menacing male presence as it moved in his general direction. Armad didn’t physically react to this, but turned to walk away toward the nearest access point into the Auxiliary.

“Hey!” The man yelled at him, but Armad kept walking away. “Hey you! Stop!” There was no warning that he’d shoot, but Armad felt the man aim in his direction and fired. Armad just froze when the bolt streaked into the ground next to his feet.

“All right, all right!” Armad said as he put his hands up in surrender. He gave a slight pause at the fact that he was still in his battle armor, though he was glad he had enough foresight to tuck his lightsaber away in a sleeve pocket. He didn’t want to get outed as a Force-user, not yet anyway. As Armad turned around he noticed that there was now three beings with blaster rifles aimed at him.

“What are you doing out here?” The male asked as he walked toward him from the ruined guardshack. Armad could tell that this guy was just the perimeter muscle, hired to keep those that employed him safe from any riffraff that came along looking for hand-outs or trouble. Armad watched as the big guy looked him up and down, gauging how much trouble he would be. The big guy walked up to Armad and stopped about a meter away, “Well? I asked you a question.”

“Out for a stroll?” Armad quipped, as he looked to see if he could bluff his way out and get back to what he had to do. The guard didn’t seem to buy it, as he didn’t even crack a smile at the obvious lie. Armad put his hands down as the guard started to close the distance between them. Instead of taking a second step, the guard lurched forward and struck Armad in the gut. Caught completely by surprise, Armad doubled over in pain as the air was knocked out of him. The guard grabbed him by the loose garment at his shoulder, and stood him upright.

“Uh uh, out for a stroll. I really don’t believe you.” The guard stated, then released him which caused him to drop to his knees. “Bring him up to the house. We’ll ask the boss what she thinks,” the guard said to his two compatriots as he backed up and pulled off the heavy metal glove off his right hand. That would explain how that punch had been so effective against the armor that he had on, Armad realized. As the two guards came forward, Armad contemplated revealing who he was so he could leave, but he was mildly curious who this boss was and why she was up here with guards. After a second or two of thought, he came to the conclusion that this could prove interesting so he decided to cooperate.

The house he was being escorted to looked to have escaped the devastation that had befallen Kar Alabrek, mostly. The main house was still intact, but the guard house and a couple of the outer houses had some damage, as far as Armad could tell. One of the guards thought that Armad was walking too slow so he pushed him up the steps to the mansion, causing him to stumble up the steps a bit. When he made it to the top of the steps after he caught his balance, Armad was greeted by two more guards brandishing blaster rifles. Neither of them looked directly at him as he walked past them.

“Stand here.” His captor told him with a jerk on the back collar of his coat. Armad obliged and looked around at the decor of the foyer. Simple and inviting, probably meant to visitors feel more at home and less like they were prisoners, he thought to himself. Armad focused his attention on the next room he could tell that there was at least five other beings in the next room, with probably around half a dozen guards in the other rooms. Armad could hear muffled voices coming from that room, and at least one of them was displeased with his guard. At one point Armad heard one of the others yell, “How dare you presume to know what Leader wants!” Silence followed that outburst and Armad could only assume was Leader calming his subordinate and telling the guard to bring him before them. He knew that he was correct when the guard came to get him and roughly shoved him into the room. Armad was ready this time and had started to walk just before the guard went to shove him. This gave Armad the opportunity to enter the room, as the guard was thrown off balance.

Armad could feel the hatred burst from the guard and without taking a look, knew that he wanted to punish the Umbaran for humiliating him in front of his boss. Armad was about to react to inevitable attack when a female, sitting in a plush chair along the back wall, raised a hand that stopped the guard from attacking.

“That is no way to treat a guest,” she said sweetly, gesturing for Armad to step forward.

Armad stopped at the center of the room, and gave the woman a respectful bow while trying to get a sense of her through the Force. From what he was able to glean from her emotions was that she was trying to put on an air of confidence and sincerity, but he could feel underlying emotions of worry, deceit, and an very large sense of superiority over those she commands. Straightening from his bow, “What is this place?” he queried, still standing in place with his hands clasped behind him.

“This is Haven. A place of refuge for those that have either had their homes or livelihoods destroyed from the devastation that befell us, or escape from those trying to take advantage of them.” She declared. Armad heard the guard barely snort at that speech, which made him rethink his immediate acceptance of her speech as a good thing and realized that this was probably a front of some sort.

“So this is a front of some kind? Who do you work for, and where can I find them?” Armad enquired, surveying where everyone was at in the room. “And why do you call yourself Leader? Is that a code name?” Armad finished and brought his hands around in front of him and pulled his blaster pistol out.

At this point, he could feel the shock as it rippled through the room. The woman jumped to her feet and exclaimed, “Why aren’t you restrained, and why are you still armed!” The guard behind him stammered through some unintelligible words before lifting his blaster rifle towards Armad. The Battlemaster quickly turned and fired a bolt into his chest, dropping him and his rifle to the ground. Quickly turning back around, Armad saw the woman try to make a dash for one of the side doors, but he aimed in front of her and fired a shot off, stopping her in her tracks.

“Nope, have a seat,” he intoned, gesturing back to her plush chair with his blaster. Three other guards rushed into the room pointed rifles at him, but they didn’t fire when they noticed that he was aiming at their boss. “Drop ‘em and back up against the wall,” he instructed as he looked over his shoulder at them. When they didn’t immediately do as he asked, he looked back at the woman with a scowl.

“Do as he says,” she instructed her guards. Sitting back down in her chair, she asked. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Someone not to be trifled with.” Armad coldly stated as he pulled his comlink out of his pocket. “Warhost Null from Shadow.” Getting a response, Armad continued. “Null send a couple of squads and an interrogation unit to my location.” Armad put his comlink away before the affirmative was even given, then turned his attention back to the woman in her chair. Her wide eyes betrayed her panic and fear that Armad could feel coming off her in waves. “Now that that is out of the way, why don't you tell me who your boss is Leader.” He said as he shifted his aim off her and at the three guards against the wall.

“Why should I tell you? If we are just going to end up like that guard you killed.” She countered, some of her courage had returned as she was calmer and motioned toward the guard behind him lying in heap.

Not breaking eye contact, “Oh him, he sucker punched me.” Armad's blank expression never wavered, but her smile disappeared. At that moment the sounds of transports arriving, as if punctuating his meaning. “Ah, now we can get started.” A feral smile blossomed on his face as he advanced toward her.

We should have known, we should have thought about it It was right in front of our faces the whole time, it was Now we're dying left and right and only now do we realize The Grandmaster, the big bad, of course he has plot armor

Kordath Bleu sat in silence, cigarette burning in one hand, bottle in the other. He had a prime view from the out cropping he'd chosen as his perch for the battle below. Four armies had taken the field, three working alongside one another as best they could with the lack of trust between them. It was hard to believe a Clan of Dark Jedi wouldn't opportunistically stab an ally of convenience in the back when the time was right.

Not that it had mattered, assaulting the forces of the Iron Throne on their own ground had been daring, a distraction for those who'd been sent to confront the Grandmaster. Kordath wasn't a warrior and he wasn't an assassin. He sat and watched as the Iron Legion overran position after position, and waited for them to finish slaughtering the Resistance forces that had been arrayed against them. Eventually they'd reach him as well, he was certain. He intended to be good and drunk by than.

A lack of response from the team sent to hunt down Pravus was a telling sign. The Clans had overplayed their hands, this was the end.

He took a pull from his bottle, and waited.

Here lies Kordath Bleu, the one Ryn to foolishly stand up to the Iron Throne. He's survived by almost no one. As the Ryn was not a front line fighter, it is believed that anyone he cared for or loved was killed before he himself was struck down.

When the three Clans, allied in goal if not ethics and belief, finally got their act together and went to go on the offensive they found themselves facing a formidable foe. Pravus had more than enough time to marshal his forces. Some even speculated that his actions against Plagueis and Taldryan had been specifically to draw out a reaction of this sort, an ill planned assault on his fleets and armies.

As such things did not go well for the forces of Plagueis, Tarentum and Arcona. Many, many lives were lost in the initial assault and the extended withdraw. The alliance fell apart, their forces returning to their respective home systems to await the Grandmaster's retaliation.

The lass, though young, broke free from her cage She was merely 9 years of age Despite the parents that gave her away Alara Deathbane sent her captives to their grave

She takes orders from no one, Save her young sis Even Jedi in temple could not tame this miss Her anger was too fierce, with kill in her kiss

The young born assassin became a young knight She’s Sergeant to sister, she’s first in the fight Many fear her eyes that hold strength and might Alara Deathbane , the girl with fire in her eyes

The girl with thick heritage has more to face More battles to fight, more to learn of her race Her footing still quivers, but no matter the place Alara Deathbane, Force Power she’ll embrace

And though trials she faces get harder with time There’s no mountain summit that she won’t climb She’s human and Sephi, muscle and cunning combined This Knight has more to come, she’s still in her prime

He will never die No matter how we try He remains alive

Pravus goes pew pew pew Killing Jedi two by two It's too bad nobody knew About his powerful kazoo

Pravus has the power Every minute and every hour To destroy and devour All that is sweet and sour

The mining planet was surprisingly devoid of security. Aesirus was a new mining hub for SoroSuub Corporation and had a workforce of ten thousand strong just waiting for new masters. Delak could taste the Kyber Crystals in the air of the mining facility. He had entered the cave looking to gain entry into the main hub for mining operations. SoroSuub would not have moved in this quickly if they hadn’t found something important. The Emperor had commissioned Delak for a stealth mission. The leader of Shadow Guard would not fail his Emperor.

The tunnels to the main building were barely wide enough for two men and a hover sled to pass through. Delak tried his best to maintain his stealth. He passed by a few miners and was able to successfully hide himself through the Force. Even if they did notice him, he would dispatch them before they could get a call out. These miners were weak, he could sense it. They were ripe for the picking. “The Emperor will approve of this intel.” Delak thought to himself. The mining headquarters was one hundred meters up ahead and there were groups of miners all about. He would not be able to keep up his cloak with all of these people. Delak had to think quickly about what to do.

Delak stretched out throughout the entire cavern. It took a lot of concentration to maintain the illusion but he knew he had to clear out these miners. The illusion of a two giant Acklay appeared in the minds of the miners. Delak concentrated on the illusions and could feel the miners running away out of the mines. It wasn’t long before the audible screams of the men and women workers were a distant hum. Delak headed quickly for the control room to locate his mission objective.

In the rush a few miners decided to lock themselves inside the control room. Delak sensed them and unclipped his saber Shiny and Chrome from his belt and ignited it. He sliced the locking mechanism to the door and watched as sparks flew from the damaged panel. The miners in the room screamed out in fear, clearly they were surprised by the Sith Battlemaster. He threw his saber into the back of one of the miners and then pushed the rest into the wall knocking a couple of them out cold. He reached out for his saber and it sprang back into his hand like a bolt of lightning. He sliced the remaining miners down quickly and moved onto his objective. The computer had been installed recently and all of the security protocols had not yet been installed. Delak flew through the memory banks and pulled out the location of the Kyber Crystals.

The crystals were located deep within the mine. There seemed to be a natural cavern which was big enough to hold an AT-AT Walker. The crystals in the cavern were of great size and were very valuable to Scholae. Delak loaded the data onto a datadisk and quickly left the building. He headed back out of the cavern the way he had come being careful to avoid anyone who chose the smaller path to come back to.

“Nighthawk en route, Shadow Lady. We’ll land in two minutes. Talons, lock and load!”

The ringing voice of Rulvak Qurroc called out across the hangar deck of the Nighthawk. As the premier combat vessel of the Arconan military machine, it was being tasked with one mission: extract the strike team as best as they could. Having failed, unfortunately, the Nighthawk would have to take those that were left and bring them home.

Mateus looked to his allies, then sealed his T-visor helmet over his head. All around him everyone was clad differently: those dedicated Dark Jedi and Sith fought in their best battle robes or light armour. Some fought in proper battle armour, like him. No matter their preference, the team of the Nighthawk was allied in purpose: save this alliance. Bring their friends home.

Many had been cut down by the Iron Legion aboard the Suffering that day as things turned from bad to worse. Mateus was highly unsure that they could pull this off: board a Super Star Destroyer and extract the strike team deep within enemy territory? It seemed crazy. However, he was a professional warrior. There was nothing other than the mission now.

Mateus had already volunteered to be the vanguard, saber raised high, prepared to defend and heal and bond his allies. The Force weaved together meant that the battleteam was perfectly united now. That kind of unity was all that was left to save the three-way alliance, if not for the blood they were shedding together. It would bring the three Clans together for the future, at the very least.

The ramp dropped. All that were left now were bodies – battered, broken, some dead. And, at the far end of the hangar bay, the waiting rifles of the Iron Legion.

“Gather them! We’ll evac them now!”

A fireteam with a heavy repeater, brought on board by Major Kharoc Garrlan, laid down covering fire – the Legion scattered. Mateus could only think to himself that this had been suicide, as he picked up a fallen Tarenti. Suicide for the Clans. That was all this was.

A betrayal now Vengeance for Telona's death There is no hope left.

Pravus has a weapon His name is Ranarr Thul He's actually a traitor Who played it rather cool Pravus used him quickly He ran a Shadesworn through Seven seconds later The rest of us died too Ranarr got paid some credits We didn't know he did And stuck between two forces Of us the Throne rid

Pravus has a weapon Its name is Big and Black It's actually a saber He pulled it off his stack He used it rather quickly And ran a Shadesworn through Seven seconds later The rest of us died too His saber can shoot lightning We didn't know it did With a mighty blinding flash Of us he was rid

Mateus Kelborn, slain by Grand Master Pravus during the assault on the Suffering.

Loyal son of Mandalore.

Devoted Shadesworn.

Unfortunately, not much else. Sucks to be the new guy, doesn’t it?

Once upon a time there was a plot to kill [[Grand Master]] [[Pravus]] hatched by Clans [[Arcona]], [[Plagueis]] and [[Tarentum]], in retaliation for the Grand Master’s killing of some Undesirables and purging some Lighties because that’s what sable black darkity dark people do. As it turns out, the three Clans all recently fell under attack by Pravus in different ways, seeking to tear them all apart – Pravus hired [[Wuntila Arconae]] to murder the hell out of [[Telona Murrage]], the dirty Tarenti [[Krath]] for insurrection against the Iron Throne in order to tear the ancient Tarentum-Arcona alliance apart. He sent [[Aabsdu Dupar]] with a fleet to blow up Plagueis for failing a lot. This made people from all three Clans sad, so they hatched a plot to kill Pravus.

The first stage of this plan was to assemble the forces required to murder a Grand Master. A full show of force was deemed unnecessary so they decided to send an elite strike team in, using representatives from the best [[battleteams]] across all three clans. Their purpose was to distract and then murder Pravus as vengeance for the wrongs he had committed, making them some sort of ‘avengers’. Given that the new location of the Iron Throne was currently in transit, they decided that getting aboard using the wiles of a Dark Council member was likely the best course of action – so they recruited [[Marick Arconae]], now known simply as Marick Tyris in order to distance himself from his Clan.

Marick used his newfound access to sneak a strike team aboard the [[Suffering]], the flagship of the Grand Master, inside a series of cargo crates disguised as [[Sith]] artifacts. With the team aboard successfully, [[Zekk]] of Tarentum as team leader made the decision to sneak through the engineering vents of the vessel and make their way to the bridge of the vessel. Nine members of the allied Clans surrounded Darth Pravus aboard the ship and prepared to engage him. Pravus, surrounded by Royal Guards and the Iron Legion, declared the challenge open. The team had to fight their way through the minions of the Grand Master before engaging him in combat.

With shadow kissed blades, We will conquer our foes' might, Light and dark unite.

Darkness, shadows, we are one, Light is ceasing, Darkness comes, Shadows we are one, With darkness, we will win, Bringing all to us within, Darkness, shadows, we are one.

Senses high alert, Anticipation of prey, Patience is the key.

Questions unanswered, Last seen, this life unfulfilled, Magic fades, darkness.

They have to be near, I hear their laboured breathing, Excitement fills me.

sweating, senses high, The enemy is very close. Once more we will hunt.

Our prey is sighted, Our attack must be very swift. They know they are caught.

The blood before me, Eyes wide in terror and shock. Why me? What reason?

I must do it. He has power though... you should be able do the deed but I have to catch him off- guard. What about his abilities? He may sense me. I can't hesitate. You can do it. Go directly through the heart; that should finish anyone. You're my only hope, don't fail me now, my friend... flourishes lightsaber

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode