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Post Sat May 30, 2009 9:11 am

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*There, a shadow flirts and moves. The sound of cracking glass and shuffling creaky floor.*

*Piles of ash and rubble filled every street corner. Huge piles of stonework where entire buildings fell under the wieght of an invasion they could not bear. Here, the air tingled with a nasty smell. As though much flesh and meat had been burnt to rubble and ash. One could not only help but wonder if the ashes that danced about the air could be the cinders of corpses. Could one simply taste the death in the air? Could one just feel and sense what had transpired here. Could those dry streaks on the floor be the mingled tears of a mother who watched her child burnt without pause, mixed in with her blood as she was killed mid-wail? Could one look back thru the mist, and see the marching soldiers, in blaring white and blue, grinning under "T" visor helmets. Cutting down anything that moved quickly and with laughter and joy? Regardless of what one could sense. The result was the same. This was but a broken city. Empty? Or filled with a new vision of life? Another shadow skirts about. Perhaps rats chewing on the cinders.............*
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Post Sun May 31, 2009 11:20 am

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*Two shuttles dropped in the western square.. one holding Delta one, the other holding delta two nothing could be seen unless u were facing the side of the opening door, a man whispered clear to his squad mates and they headed towards the closest safe house..*

-Delta Squad-
(Delta One)
Squad Leader - Sigma Ordo (Sergent) (Assualt) (Sith)
2nd - Jace Ordo (Captain) (Rifleman) (Sith)
Pvt 1st class - Ric Ordo (Rifleman)
Pvt 1st Class - Bobba Ordo (Rifleman)
Pvt - Adenn Ordo (Assualt)

(Delta two)
Squad Leader - Zakk Ordo (Sergent) (Rifleman) (Sith)
2nd - Darrell Ordo (Captain) (Rifleman)
Pvt 1st class - Jax Ordo (Assualt)
Pvt 1st class - Marcus Ordo (Assualt)
Pvt - Calibur Ordo (Rifleman)

*Delta One Entered the Iziz cantina, while Delta Two entered the Medical Facility*
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Post Sun May 31, 2009 10:04 pm

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*Delta One, using caution moves through the western square.. There were many dead.. The Soldiers, couldnt believe there eyes, Never had they seen this sort of massacre of women and children.. but they could not falter.. They went from cover to cover.. Looking to make sure whatever slaughtered these people did not kill them.. They approach the Medical Facility..*

And Delta Sqauds Story Begins
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Post Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:39 am

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*While Delta Squad toils and explores the nitty grit of an ashen city. The drifts of rubble grow larger and larger. More badly damaged buildings fall to make the largest dirtheaps in the universe. And as the weeks go by, the fog just seems to become worse and worse. The western square, remains mostly untouched.*
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Post Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:37 am

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*The Western Square was located near the Merchant Quarter of Iziz on Onderon. It had a cantina, and it was where Dhagon Ghent lived during the Onderon Civil War, but was arrested because he was wrongly accused of murdering Captain Sullio. When the Jedi Exile and Mandalore Canderous Ordo came here to get Dhagon Ghent to help them reach Jedi Master Kavar, they were told that Ghent was arrested. The Exile explored the Western Sqare and the Cantina for evidence to prove Ghent's innocence.

When she found the head of the droid S-0D3, she bought its missing parts from a droid merchant, 1B-8D, at the scence of crime. After that she showed it to a slicer named Kiph, and Nikko, one of Ghent's friends. Kiph retrieved the droid's last holorecord from its parts, which the droid made about the murder, before the itself was also destroyed by the murderer. This holorecord proved Ghent's innocence, and the Exile was able to contact Kavar.

During the meeting, however, Colonel Tobin tried to capture them, but Kavar stunned his men and fled to the Iziz Royal Palace, while the Exile fought her way back to the Iziz Starport to escape back to Dxun. Later, during the Second Battle of Onderon, a pile of rubble blocked the entrance to the Western Square.

Iziz also had a Merchant Quarter, which was the center of all business and trade on Onderon. The Merchant Quarter connected the Western Square, Iziz Starport, and the Sky Ramp. The Sky Ramp led to the Royal Palace, where the planet's leadership resided. During the Beast Wars era, there was also a university in Iziz called Ov Taraba.*
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Post Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:12 am

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*Dr. Sin-Wei arrives at the Western Square to find it in quite a decay. Scavengers are roaming the walled-in location looking for anything that looks worthy of selling. Not much that can be found is however, most of the stuff is just useless junk. He walks across the square, heading for his goal, the medical facility.*
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Post Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:06 pm

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*The woman shrouded in a black cloak seems to float across the square. A scavenger man sees that her robe is quite nice and sneaks up on her, hoping to pick her purse. with out looking at the man, she flicks her wrist and he collapses, grabbing at his neck and gagging for breath. She goes over to a ship locked on the outskirts. she unlocks it and gets in, then makes for orbit*
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Post Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:52 pm

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*Raknar enters the western square and climbs aboard what passes as the local version of mass-transit. Taking a seat near the back of the large speeder as it moves around the city, Raknar uses his datapad to record the coordinates of any important locations.*
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Post Fri May 14, 2010 8:57 am

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*After riding around on the public transit for several hours to get a taste of the city, and compiling notes on the locations of key structures, Raknar steps off the vehicle near a Cantina. He doesn't head inside, but rather makes for a shadowed area outside the structure.*
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Post Mon Jun 21, 2010 11:18 pm

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*Several Corriers moved about town posting posters advertising for the Imperial Military Academy of Carratos.*
*At the same time they also posted advertisements for the Famous Onderon University, the Ov Taraba.*
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Post Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:10 pm

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*The Western Square was nearly empty now that the sun had dipped below the horizon. The only light in Iziz came from the various lights that were caused by various street lights, homes and a few establishments that were still open. However most of the Western Square's population was currently in the Merchant Quarters, throwing money away at one of the local cantina's. Gaiscioch Dearg had only been here about a week, but he had noticed a very dull and repetitive pattern about this city. The citizens never left the medium sized city on the account that it was the only recognized settlement and so they had limited options for their leisure hours. There were a few small cantina's, and one that was more large and popular, and so every night many of the people living in Iziz ventured to them every night. Gaiscioch saw it as pointless. Nothing was wrong with spending a limited time enjoying yourself, even a Sith such as himself could see that. However night after night he watched men and women stumble back to their homes completely intoxicated and realizing that they had lost almost every credit they had made that day. He refused to believe himself once a King to these people. The memories that he had been given had shown him as a man that had demanded order among his people. As a General in the Warriors of the Iron Fists the men and women under his command had never been like this. They had enjoyed light recreation, but they had not squandered away entire pay's and given themselves over so much to drink that they could not find their home. Gaiscioch shook his head as he looked out of the small room that was rented under an assumed name. He had wanted to lay low. However before his thoughts could continue down the path of disdain his vision blurred and his knees felt weak. Colours swirled and an image of him standing before a throne wearing a golden circlet around his head. He shook his head clear. These visions had been coming increasingly since he had left Manaan. Clues to a past life. The real strange thing was that the visions seemed to confirm what the woman over Kuat had told him..

The giant of a Sith turned away from the window and pushed the doubts out of his mind. It was hard to believe the knowledge that he had been born with anymore. The Iron Fists had clearly meant to keep a large amount of his life kept from him. They had meant to bring him back as their own pawn and keep from him that he had left them for some unknown reason. He felt angry. Angry at those that he had called brothers for so many years. Since he had visited Kuat and Onderon he had been handed irrefutable proof time and time again. The Iron Fists had been destroyed, while the faction that he had newly been a part of tried to defend them. The battles had been lost and An Tiarna Dubh, his former master, had been destroyed. Where did that leave him? He was a clone, a shadow of his former self. The Iron Fists had been disbanded and destroyed and the New Order of the Eye had given him some very disturbing news. The official reports that he had been able to get his hands on said that one of the High Lords had struck him down in the space station hovering over this very planet. The reason was never very clear. The public had been allowed to generate their own reasons as to why he had been killed on his own space station. Of course that meant that no matter how many times he had tried, he had never been able to find out for himself. He had wasted three out of the seven days that he had been here trying to find someone who knew the truth. He had almost considered going up to the Shipyards himself, but he had decided against it. Until he knew what his next move was he could not be recognized. And due to his size and build he was not an easy figure to disguise. He had never been very good with the subtle stealth arts of the Force and his weak attempts would have been recognized right away. No, he needed to know where he was going before he could make a move, but to know where he was going he needed all the information. The right information. However the more he thought about it, there was only one person in the galaxy that really knew why he had been killed. His murderer...*




*The crimson blade of a lightsaber appeared before his eyes as his thumb depressed the activation plate. The moment his shuttle had been allowed to sit in the spot that he had chosen Gaiscioch Dearg had started looking for pieces for a weapon. Both the soldier and Sith inside of him had screamed to have a weapon readily available for him. Just because he had not noticed someone following him did not mean that there was not. He was a clone that was meant for the Iron Fists and now out in the galaxy soul searching. Was there a fail safe program? Were remnants of the Iron Fists hunting him as a project both failed and no longer needed? Or perhaps the New Order of the Eye was hunting him down to keep his silence. Either option was problematic and both of them would require a weapon. Gaiscioch remembered that his former self had been very proud to call himself a Blademaster and so the logical choice had been to build a lightsaber. It was the symbol of the Sith. It would be a devastating weapon in his hand. Gaiscioch Dearg began to move through a few attacks and defensive maneuvers that he knew were part of the seven lightsaber combat forms. He did not believe himself to be at his full skill, but he knew enough to defend himself well enough. From anyone that actually was a Blademaster anyhow. But anyone lower than that and he should be able to kill off any attackers. The weapon was not made out of any special materials and the crystal had been bough off of some black market trader, but it was still a lightsaber built correctly. It would not short out of give him trouble. Gaiscioch Dearg nodded in satisfaction as he flourished the blade once more and hooked onto his belt. It felt good to have a weapon at his side...*

*However he needed more than just a weapon. He needed more information and he needed a destination. He was not a grand General for the Iron Fists or the New Order of the Eye anymore. He was merely a Sith now. There were no faction leaders telling him to destroy or kill and no one to betray him any longer. He had his own agenda now and he needed to make his first move. A Sith needed only a few things in life. An apprentice, a certain measure of power and influence. Those things needed to be had if a Sith thought they were going to leave their mark anywhere. However other pleasures were needed in life as well. Such as revenge. Gaiscioch Dearg's hand gripped the blade hilt on his belt as he thought of the man that had killed him. One "Lord Dragus". Some said he was a tyrant. Others a only knew him as a leader of distant planets controlled by the Eye. Some claimed however that he was the hero that had defeated Lord Dearg. Gaiscioch did not know if he had been a tyrant, or if he had done something to these people and the Lord of Famine had stepped in to stop him. He didn't know, but that was nothing he cared about. If he was seen as a tyrant then these people should have been educated better and should not have resisted the Sith rule. If he was not and this Dragus had simply fabricated the story to kill him then he wanted to know why. Had he been a threat? Or had been harming the Eye's cause? Gaiscioch Dearg felt more than just a drive for revenge pushing him. He was curious. He wanted to know why he had died and therefore he had decided yesterday that his first move was to find this Dark Lord of the Sith. He would find the Lord of Famine and rip the information from his brain. He had many plans on how to do that. He could best him in combat, humiliate him into talking. He may catch him by surprise and torture him, but that seemed unlikely. Gaiscioch Dearg's power in the Force and in combat had always been brute. Of course Gaiscioch Dearg was not driven completely driven by blood lust. Perhaps the other Sith could be used as an ally. Maybe he could be convinced that Gaiscioch Dearg could become a submissive servant. If the man had power and resources then Gaiscioch wouldn't turn them away. He didn't have to kill the man right away. With that happy thought the Sith Lord gathered his cloak and left the apartment. He would find this man, even if he had to use the flashes of memory that kept forming in his mind to do so. Dragus would be in one of the locations in his memory and Dearg would not rest until he was found...*
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Post Sun May 29, 2011 10:42 am

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*The Western Square was a bustle of activity as the Iziz locals wandered about, enjoying their day for once. Crime was still a big worry in Iziz, but less so since the soldiers had been brought down from orbit. The men that had come down in the stylish armor of the New Order of the Eye gave everyone their cold, mistrusting stares and blasted anyone that drew a weapon. For once, the Western Square seemed to be cooling down and people could go about with their lives as they pleased. Children played through the streets under the watchful eye of older siblings and other relatives. Many of the men and women were looking to get back into the working field now that less and less jobs were being robbed and shot at. People were finally able to live a little more freedom and security as they moved through the streets. That was not to say that all crime had vanished no. But there certainly was a whole lot less. Enough so that people did not run from cover to cover in the street. Or carry around a large blunt object to weild as a club. That had been a popular choice during these late dark times. The soldier's that now occupied Iziz were quicker to detain someone with a vibroblade or blaster before a peice of lumber that could have been used in constructing something. The Western Square was starting to return to a semblance of normal with Gaiscioch Dearg back on the throne. Now people could once again walk the streets with a feeling of security. Riots did not happen every night and there was not a new body to be discovered every morning. Gaisicoch Dearg had uses for the people of Onderon and that did not include all of them killing each other. He needed live subjects to be used in his own nefarious plots. Dead men were useless to him...*
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Post Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:33 pm

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*Ajax pushed his way through the crowds in Iziz, keeping to himself. He was clearly and offworlder, but his stance, the way he walked, his intentions on Onderon were unknown. He stopped at a few street vendors just to make himself look more like a tourist as he continued on too the cantina.*
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Post Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:55 pm

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*Ajax pushed out into the Western square, followed by Alexis. They needed to get out of the open. A few blocks, and inn with available rooms. It would serve the purpose. Ajax led her to the inn, rented a room, then slipped inside with Alexis.*

It should be safe to speak openly in here.
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Post Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:40 pm

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*Alexis followed, asking no questions, she didn't need to yet. she would find out soon enough. but something told her there wasn't much to know.*
"alrighty then."
*she looked over at him, standing on one side of the room, she didn't trust him, but she found him amusing so far*
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