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The sun is blacked out by massive clouds of black smoke rising from the burning city. People flee in terror, citizens trampled, cut down, shot, and those unfortunate enough not to escape burn with their homes. Legions of men and women clad from head to toe in polished durasteel armor gleams in light from the burning buildings. Their solid black blaster rifles match their armors underlay and helmets full face visors. Their armored fingers constantly pulling on the rifles triggers, crimson red blaster bolts fill the air and pass through the streets finding unfortunate victims.

Behind these faceless silver armored soldiers are their masters, clad full grey and black trimmed uniforms. Surrounding the officers are the imperial commando troopers in bright red and black full body armor. Those not able to escape or fortunate enough to die at the hands of the silver clad troops are huddled before the conquering army's commanders. Those that resist are executed without a second thought, the rest are lead to prison cells to wait for processing.

Striding through the main street of the city are thirteen robed figures, the nearby officers and soldiers quickly get out of their way, some bow to them, others cower, all save one. Wearing a jet black uniform, with gold trim upon his sleeves and gold epaulettes on his shoulders, two crimson red stripes go straight down the outside of his legs and end at his black leather jackboots, a scar covers his left eye from forehead to chin, his eye right eye grey with his left a sharp blue, his black and grey hair cut short in a military fashion. His SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol in hand as he walks briskly toward the robed figures, "Lord Cull, Varrock is yours".

At the head of the thirteen robed men and women stands Darth Cull, the new lord of the risen Sith Empire. "You approach me weapon at the ready General Marek?"

The Imperial General smiles and raises his side arm toward the Sith Lord and veers right and fires. The crimson bolt flies past Cull and into the chest of a man with a rifle, "Correction, the city is yours. Not the people".

Cull: All of them will be mine or they shall suffer the same fate General.

Marek: Of course Lord Cull, though now that the city is ours we must finish with the palace.

Cull: Yes yes, of course. General Marek, Lord Lucien and my council will assist you with this task.

Marek: Thank you milord.

The gives a slight salute before turning on his heel to face the palace, the Dark Lord of the Sith takes his leave with his council left behind. The Sith Lord known as Lucien stands beside General Marek and looks to the palace.

Marek: There are an unknown amount of Jedi at the palace, as well as the palace guard and the retreating Republic forces. All of them as brave as the young man I fell but a moment ago.

Lucien: Of that I have no doubt; the Republic has not held us at bay without reason. Have you been introduced to the council yet General?

Marek: I have not had the pleasure, though I must confess with Cull lording over my tactics at every turn I have not been as willing.

The Sith Lord chuckles, "Yes he can be rather zealous and overbearing".

Marek: Indeed.

Lucien: You know Cull and I the other nine Lords are Kieran Hord, Vegeta, Darrko, Blaedr, Skylar, Doom, Adrian Vectivus, Dormein, and Lady Callisto.

General Marek looks at them, starring into each dark lord's eyes and finally resting on Callisto, "That one... She's different".

Lucien: That she is. So general, what is it you may require of us?

Marek: Not much, my men can take the palace. It's the Jedi I am concerned about. If you can keep them off our backs then this campaign is all but over.

Lucien: Consider it done, General.



Reldo Trimmly, not only was this young master Chief Librarian of the Jedi Archives at Varrock, he was also Varrock's Gate Master.

It was his responsibility to protect the Archives, the Palace, and assist in city wide defense. Of his responsibilities he had failed in one, and was about to fail another in short order. Varrock had fallen to a massive army of unknown origin; the Palace would not be able to resist their onslaught much longer.

Reldo walked away from the holoscreens showing the plight of the people outside the palace walls. He reaches up to his collar and activated his communicator, "Grand Master Veerdin, they're ready in the Archives. I'll be with you shortly."

Reldo shuts off his communicator and walks out of the security office, lightsaber in hand. The short walk from the security office to the main door of the Jedi Archives filled the young Jedi Master with a sense of dread. Attempting to control himself he repeated the age old Jedi mantra with his slight variation.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is chaos, yet harmony.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the force.

Reldo places his hand on the scanner, "Master Reldo Trimmly".

The scanner flashes green, then blue, and the double durasteel doors open wide.

In the room are his young Jedi Chroniclers, and the few Jedi Guardians left to assist in protecting the Archives. Standing around a table showing a holographic display of the city is King Remanis and Jedi Grand Master Veerdin. Members of the Varrock Royal Guard and Republic soldiers stand guard at the entrance of the Archive or assist in packing up the vast array of knowledge stored there.

Veerdin: You have done well given our circumstances.

Reldo: Not well enough Master.

Veerdin: Don't sell yourself short young one, thanks to you the Sith will not claim our Archive and many in the palace remain safe with your assistance to our security forces. The shuttle craft and their escorts are almost ready to depart.

Reldo: Everything is ready then.

King Remanis: A great dishonor it is to leave ones city Grand Master Veerdin.

Veerdin: I understand your highness, but your leave must be made.

As the King turns back to the display of his city, the loud snap-hiss of a lightsaber is heard. The Chroniclers and Guardians turn to the Archive doors; Master Trimmly and Master Veerdin ignite their green lightsabers. The surrounding Jedi follow suit, and the Royal Guard and Republic soldiers fall back and draw their weapons.

Five crimson blades pierce the dual durasteel doors and begin going around in a circle.

Reldo leaps to the door console, "Master Trimmly, Archive lock down!" On both sides of the durasteel doors heavy blast doors close down, a final door slides together from left to right and interlocks.

Reldo: The last one is Beskar, Mandalorian Iron. It'll take them time to get through that.

King Remanis: Their forces haven't breached the palace wall yet, how are they here already?

Veerdin: They're Sith, they likely found another path in their soldiers couldn't. You need to leave now your highness, you must ensure your peoples safety.

The King looks at the door, listening to the sounds of lightsabers cutting metal. He nods to the Jedi and leaves with his Royal Guard.

Reldo activates his communicator, "City wide announcement: People of Varrock, by order of your King you are ordered to retreat. Flee the city, find safety, stay vigilant, and stay alive."

Veerdin: To all of you soldiers, thank you for your help but now you must leave with the King. Protect him and rally our forces.

The Republic soldiers follow behind the King as he exits the chamber.

Reldo turns to his colleagues, "Go with them, bring as much of the Archives with you as you can. No arguments, this is for the good of the order."

The young Jedi Knights scramble to gather holocrons, datacrons, old scrolls, books, and datapads filled with Jedi history and research.

Reldo: This room is rigged to explode with our authorization; I can't ask you Guardians to stay. It would be well within your interest to go with the King.

The four Jedi Guardians ready their sapphire blades in response.

Grand Master Veerdin and Master Trimmly go the holodisplay and begin typing away at the consoles.

The Beskar door begins to glow orange as the metal heats up, cracks begin to form in the metal.

Reldo: Persistent bunch.

Veerdin: Indeed.

A large chunk of the door crumbles to the floor and sparks fly into the air before touching the ceiling and fading out.

Reldo: Finished, set to detonate if my life sign goes out.

Veerdin: Then prepare yourself. They're almost through.

The Beskar door shatters forward into the room, swarming the Jedi with sparks and burning metal debris.

Five robed men enter the Jedi Archive, their crimson sabers pointed toward their opponents and they moved in.

Veerdin: Ah, so they chose you Adrian?

The robed man in the center of the five stepped forward and lowered his hood, "This is it? Varrock is defended by a few younglings and an old woman? It's Lord Vectivus to you grand master", he spit out his reference to her with venom.

Adrian: We dispatch 50 Jedi at the front and this is all that remains? This war is all but won.

Veerdin: If you think that, you are sorely mistaken.

The other four lower their hoods and step forward.



Adrian advances toward the Jedi as his four fellow dark lords join him in a semicircle.

The four Jedi Guardians leap over the two masters and engage the Sith Lords, Veerdin and Trimmly follow suit. Three of the guardians are easily dispatched by their opponents skills with a lightsaber. The fourth guardian finds himself suspended in the air, his throat closes and his limbs fly backward breaking and dislocating from their respective sockets. The dying Jedi then flies into a stone pillar breaking his spine in several places. As he slumps to the ground his head spins around and the gruesome sound of his neck breaking is heard throughout the chamber.

Adrian: Lord Doom is rather impatient with this campaign, perhaps you should surrender yourselves.

The one known simply as Doom steps forward with his custom staff lightsaber raised high, striking down with such speed and strength that Trimmly is barely able to intercept and his emerald blade is struck from his hands. Trimmly raises his hands and thrust them toward the Sith Lord sending a massive wave of energy into him.

Lord Doom is launched back through the doorway leading into the archives, Trimmly's lightsaber returns to his hand and the emerald blade springs forth with a sharp hiss.

Doom launches himself back into the archive with great speed and engages Trimmly, their green and red blades intercepting and deflecting each others blows.

Grand Master Veerdin ignites her bright viridian saber flies from her hand and spins toward the four other Sith Lords. Despite her age she exhibits and amazing amount of agility as she displays her mastery of Ataru by jumping into the air and launching herself off of a archive shelf toward the dark lords. Her lightsaber connects with each of her foes blades forcing their guards up. As she moves through the air she sends force wave into the dark lords forcing them back as he lightsaber returns to her hand. As she lands her viridian blade strikes upward striking one of the Sith in his left arm.

Adrian: You're getting sloppy Dormein.

Dormein glares at Adrian before turning his eyes back to Veerdin who had already engaged another opponent.

Dormein: She is rather formidable, come let's help Skylar.

Skylar is thrown through the air and into a computer terminal smashing it and electrocuting the Sith Lord.

Dormein: I guess we'll help Blaedr then...

Dormein and Adrian run toward Veerdin, she turns on her heel and swings her lightsaber toward them. The blade becomes three times as long as it originally was, the blade turning white with a light green exterior.

Dormein drops to his knees and bends his backward to avoid the attack and Adrian attempts to leap out of the way his leg catches part of the strike and he crashes into a shelf.

Blaedr turns from the fight between Trimmly and Doom to assault Veerdin, she turns with her extended blade and slashes at him. He ducks, and Veerdin's blade shortens to it's normal size. She throws her lightsaber forward like a spear passing through his side.

Blaedr falls to the ground clutching his left side, "Damn Schutta!"

Trimmly attempts to throw Doom back again but Domm brings his blade up and takes Trimmly left hand. He recoils hard but slashes at Doom with his lightsaber. Doom sidesteps and extends his hand, blue bolts of lightning fly from his fingers into Trimmly.

Trimmly drops to the ground stunned from the brutal assault on his senses, before Veerdin can respind her colleague was struck down by Dooms unique lightsaber.

Veerdin calls her lightsaber back to her hand and drops to her knees and closes her eyes.

Adrian: What the hell is she doing?

The lights in the archive chamber flash red.

Dormein: Balls...

The five Sith Lords run to the exit, as they reach the doorway the archive explodes throwing them out into the hallway.

Lord Doom on one knee and his left arm extended, his hand closed in a fist creates a barrier to protect them from the blast.

As the flames subside the injured Sith rise and enter the charred archive chamber. Where Grand Master Veerdin was supposed to be was only burning robes and her lightsaber.



A small shuttle soars through the skies of Al Kharid, the sun gleaming off the durasteel like a shining beacon.

As the shuttle speeds through the air the sands of Al Kharid begins to vanish, the greens of grass and trees appear below.

"Attention, attention, Jedi Shuttle Vanguard entering Misthalin airspace requesting landing coordinates."

The only response the pilot receives is static,.

"Broadcasting on all frequencies, this is the Jedi Shuttle Vanguard, Varrock Air Defense do you copy?"

Static.

"Requesting landing coordinates for the Jedi Shuttle Vanguard."

"...di... le... Van... is...ock...Air Def.... Gone... Tur... ack... Situa.. cal... tact... der... Jedi Shu... Guar... Do... ot....and...eave... air... ace..."

Static.

The shuttle veers away from Varrock and heads Northeast toward the Jedi Outpost at the River Salve.

"Computer emergency frequency, voice authorization, Jedi Master Robert Shan"

The holo screen next to him lights up blue with a symbol of the Jedi Order then flashes red reading JEDI EMERGENCY FREQUENCY, voice verification recognized JEDI MASTER ROBERT SHAN. JEDI TEMPLE, Falador, RECEIVING.

"This is Jedi Master Robert Shan, on a research mission to Varrock, Varrock Air Defense seems to be in trouble. Warning received in what appears to be a message not not land, message corrupted unable to decipher more information."

MESSAGE SENT TO JEDI HIGH COUNCIL CHAMBERS, AWAITING REPLY....

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MESSAGE FAILED... MESSAGE FAILED... MESSAGE FAILED...

INCOMING BROADCAST, RECEIVING.

"Jedi Shuttle Vanguard, this is Varrock Air Defense, you are ordered to land your shuttle immediately, I repeat, this is Varrock Air Defense, you are ordered to land your shuttle immediately. Escort AD forces will be with you shortly".

Robert: Screw that.

Robert pulls back the accelerator switch, and the shuttle jumps forward knocking him back into his seat.

WARNING: 12 FIGHTER AIRCRAFT IN PURSUIT, COMING IN AT 4, 5, AND 6 O'CLOCK.

Robert: Are they Aurek Strike Fighters?

UNABLE TO CONFIRM AIRCRAFT CLASS, MAKE, OR MODEL.

Robert: Give me a holo-image.

INCOMING BROADCAST, RECEIVING. HOLO-IMAGE DISPLAYED.

"Jedi Shuttle Vanguard, you are in defiance of Varrock Air Defense, land now or be destroyed."

"This is Vanguard, suck it".

The twelve unknown fighters begin firing crimson blaster bolts at the Jedi Shuttle, the bolts hit the shuttles shields and flashing of blue-green waves shimmer around the shuttle at the blast points.

The shuttle takes a downward spiral toward the limestone quarry and the fighters follow him, as he reaches the quarry he pulls up on the throttle leveling the shuttle out and again pulling up bringing it into a rise to return fire. Bright blue ion bolts fire from the front cannons and the side wing turrets spit out small crimson blaster bolts. Catching three of the enemy fighters with the ion blasts they crash into the quarry below and clipping a fourth fighter on its wing with the blaster bolts, damaging but not grounding it.

The remaining fighters return fire as the speed by the shuttle hitting it hard with blaster fire weakening its shields, the final fighter launches a missle at the shuttle hitting its left wing destroying it.

The shuttle spins out of control and heads towards the ground, crashing just outside of the quarry and ripping off the other wing.

Lucky Shan was strapping into his seat or he may have ended up flying through the cockpit upon the crash.

Dazed but not completely senseless the injured Jedi downloads the shuttles logs to a datapad and goes about deleting the shuttles logs and nav charts. Stumbling into the cargo hold he activates his golden lightsaber and cuts off the lid of the sole cargo container. Inside the crate is a sword, an ancient but powerful weapon of the dark side once belonging to the ancient Sith Lord Zaros.

He stared at the deadly weapon for a moment before sealing it in a durasteel case specially designed for this artifact. He takes the sword and opens the cargo doors and hops out of the wrecked shuttle. He begins running toward the Jedi Outpost but stops as the unknown fighters land in front of him.

The cockpits open and out of the strange fighters come silver armored soldiers wielding blaster rifles and out of the final fighter comes a different man, clad in red armor and a black robe, a red plate covering half of his face. The man walked toward Shan igniting a red lightsaber, "I am Malak, Lord of Morytania. Surrender yourself and that container and you may be sparred 'master' Shan."

Robert: Well we both know that's bullshit.

Robert drops the case and ignites his golden blade, calling on the force he launches himself toward Malak. As he strikes down Malak waves his arm and a armored soldier is ripped from his position and pulled in front of Shans' lightsaber and his cleaved in half from head to groin. Robert jumps back and swings his blade horizontally and lets go of the hilt, the blade spins and arcs around toward Malak. Malak jumps onto one of the fighters avoiding the lightsaber, Robert wills the blade to come around and strike the soldiers before coming back to his hand.

Malak extends his arm and bolts of dark blue lightning strike toward Robert, he deflects the lightning with his lightsaber and runs at Malak leaping into the air ready to strike down. Malak sends a massive force wave into Robert throwing him up and unbalancing him. Then comes another bolt of lightning, this time striking him in his back. He falls to the ground dropping his lightsaber. It deactivates and rolls across the ground.

Malak walks towards the case Robert had dropped earlier, striking the lock with his lightsaber and pulling it open with the force. Inside lay the Sith Sword, deactivating his lightsaber he picks up the sword once held by Zaros.

Malak: This blade was your doom Jedi, once you recovered it you sent word to your precious order and we were ready.

Robert struggles to get up and reach his lightsaber.

Malak throws him across the ground into one of the fighters and walks over and climbs into his own ship. Malaks' fighter lifts into the air, once high in the sky her turns and opens fire on the remaining ships causing them to explode into giant fireballs littering the ground in burning metal. Malak's fighter speeds off back toward Varrock.

A sheet of durasteel moves and is lifted into the air and drops to the ground next to where it was, there was Robert Shan burned and bleeding on the ground covering his robes in crimson. He slowly rises and stumbles forward, searching around for his lightsaber, sensing its crystal he found it in the ground dug into the dirt. Pulling it free he limps toward the Jedi Outpost, collapsing after taking a few steps.




Sir Renitee: Sir Amik! Word just in from Varrock, it's fallen to a massive army!

Sir Amik: Damn, is there anyone who hasn't? We can't hold them off forever... Any word on the Jedi Temple?

Sir Renitee: It's overrun, some of the Jedi have escaped but it's completely under enemy control now.

Sir Amik: Port Sarim, Rimmington, and Draynor... Now Varrock and the Jedi Temple. Jedi or no we must force them back, with Varrock taken Falador can not fall, the Republic can not fall!

In the streets of of Eastern Falador march hundreds of Sith soldiers clad in the polished durasteel armor, Sith Commandos squads break blast their way into houses killing anyone that resists them. Sith Acolytes roam about, lightsabers in hand cutting down the people of Falador while rounding up the surviving soldiers and men. A man breaks away from his captors as his son is dragged away from him. An acolyte stops him dead in his tracks, hold the man in mid air with the force, which he is held there the Sith turns and strikes down the young boy before his fathers eyes. The Sith turns back to the man as stabs the energy blade through his stomach and drops him unceremoniously on the ground.

Upon seeing this resistance stops, the citizens of Falador demoralized save for small pockets of resistance in the eastern half of the city.

As the day grows on the Sith grow lax, this half of the city is theirs, just like Varrock, like Rimmington, Draynor, and Sarim. Soon they would march forward and take the Castle from the weak people of Falador, as they would take the rest of the Republic and watch as it burns under their might.

The cloud filled sky over the white city grows dark and rain begins to pour down, as if the sky weeps for the people of Falador. As they sky poured down its cold tears the Sith failed to notice what had come around them until it was too late. The people of soldiers of Falador has been taken by surprise, but they would not be taken without a fight. Republic and Faladorian soldiers has encircled the Sith, using the clouds and rain as their cover, weaving in and out of destroyed homes and alleyways.

It was Jedi Master Te Baoth who struck first, the remaining Jedi rallied under him and the gathering Republic and Faladorian Forces. He leaped into the middle of the Sith Forces, igniting his blue lightsaber and swinging at horizontally as he pivoted around on his heel striking the Sith Acolytes and soldiers around him. Throwing his lightsaber like a javelin it pierced through waves of Sith soldiers. Summoning his lightsaber back to him he slams his hands toward the ground emitting a massive wave of force energy through sith troopers in every direction. Raising his right arm he catches his lightsaber and brings it up in a defensive position. It was then that the Republic and Faladorian soldiers struck. Blaster bolts struck the Sith in scores, filling them and their gleaming armor with burning holes. Baoth charged ahead of the soldiers with him cutting down the enemy left and right, any dark side warrior that came before him did not last long against his years of experience.

Following behind him are Jedi Masters Dadu Symar and Ardor Rose, with the forces of the Republic and Falador right behind them as they charge onward into the Jedi Temple.

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In the massive shadow of Trollweiss Mountain marches forth an immense wave of Trolls backed by Sith soldiers. Halting at the very edge of their camp just at the border of the Fremennik Province, home to the Mandalorian Clans.
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