Tabloid A 'Pulse' In The Force

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Earlier today, Force users across the galaxy reported that they all collectively felt a pulse in the Force! There are multiple accounts of this and it has impacted trillions of people so far. Everyday activities were interrupted with some Force users collapsing, accidentally crashing while driving or operating machinery and other every day activities. No one has been able to shed light on this and there is speculation that perhaps it had something to do with Killik or something designed by the ousted Sith Order.

Reporters are turning to the Jedi to offer an explanation. We have reached out to Grandmaster Alexander Voran (@Valen Pelora ) to ask her what this means and whether there will be long term mental damage from the sudden ‘pulse’.

Social media is abuzz with conspiracy theories about this being the ‘end of times’ and that the pulse heralded a galactic apocalypse. Skeptics are accusing Force users of making the whole thing up to draw attention to themselves.

This is a developing story.
 

Jaikus Thorne

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Jaikus hadn’t been able to catch his breath. For days, the Axxilan had been in a state of distress - having felt across the Galaxy as Emryc was suddenly absent from the Force. Decades of love and connection had forged an unbreakable bond between the two of them, and it meant that the Axxilan didn’t have to guess that something was horribly, horribly wrong after his husband had left with Tiamat on some adventure. He always knew the potential dangers and trusted his man to best anything against him.. But this was different.

There was only two occasions when Jaikus couldn’t feel Emryc’s presence - when he was being deliberately blocked out, or when Emryc had been forced from being the driving force. Neither of them were positive. Both of them terrified the Jaikus in ways he couldn’t put into words - especially after so long and so many idyllic years.

The anxiety that Jaikus felt had bubbled beneath the surface - thinly masked from his children and others in his daily life. He tried to tell himself that he was overthinking and that things would simply blow over. That his hundred unread messages and attempts at communication would be answered.

But there was no mistaking what the Axxilan felt - pulsating through the Force like a blight across his mind.

It was a darkness and sense of dread that brought Jaikus down to his very knees - fingernails digging painfully into the palms of his hands. It was terrifying to behold as it razed across his psyche, sheerly from the strength behind it. But this.. This was terrifying in ways he could fathom. Because Jaikus knew exactly what it was. He knew precisely who had been unleashed upon the Galaxy, unchained and unfettered as he’d been for decades.

Jaikus could feel his hand shake, even as his nails dug in deep enough to draw blood. He felt the tears that stung and rolled from his eyes. There was no allure to the monster. There was no strange attraction of lust he felt with Raze. There was only disgust and contempt. There was only that primal fear - seeded deep in Jaikus’ core - that had been forged by every slam of Raze’s fist against his skull. Perhaps it was because Jaikus, better than anyone but Emryc himself, knew exactly what Raze was.

And he knew precisely the type of danger that had been unleashed on the Galaxy.

He didn’t know how long he remained on the floor of their Thyferra estate - nor did he notice the faint cracks that began to fissure across transparisteel windows and stone interior walls. The Force swirled wildly around Axxilan as it hadn’t for years, since the carefully maintained life that he and Emryc had built for themselves had come to be - up until the moment Jaikus pushed himself to his feet.

There were a million different thoughts that raged through his mind at that moment, but only one of them rose to the surface. He needed to find Emryc - wherever his husband was. He needed to protect what was his and brace for whatever was coming next. Regardless of what he faced in the coming hours.

He sent a single command across his NalPhone - issuing security protocols for both of his children. He knew that Ezra (@Sreeya) was back home at that precise moment, and Jayna was almost always accessible. Wherever they were, both children would quickly be escorted to secure locations - surrounded by a droid detail and locked behind some of the best security th3 Galaxy had to offer. The threat would be played down as a false alarm it his fears didn’t come to pass, but Jaikus wouldn’t take a single chance when it came to his family.

The Axxilan quickly made his way towards his own ship - ascending the Corellian Yacht and beginning to prep the vessel out of the star port. For the first time in decades, he felt the cool metallic hilt of his saber in hand - tightly bound behind his fingers until his knuckles turned white. He made one final attempt to contact Emryc and Tiamat before setting out himself - prepared to track both of them down to the ends of the Galaxy.
 

Renfry

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Renfry didn't need any sort of news to tell her what had happened. In fact, she hadn't even seen the news report yet. She had felt it, and she was far more connected to those involved than most in the galaxy.

Even for all her knowledge in the Force, though, Renfry couldn't fully grasp what had happened. At first she had thought Emryc had died, but as the moments had passed and their bond didn't evaporate, she knew that wasn't the case. The alternative wasn't much less unsettling.

For the moment, though, things had unfolded quickly. First, she'd ordered her ship fueled for take off, then she'd gone to her commlink and fired off a message to Emryc (@Sreeya) because she knew he was the source of the disturbance. Then she sent a message to Jaikus (@Altaris) because he would be the one to actually respond, and then she had gone to get the ball of crystal that she had obtained many years ago with Morgan and conjured up what little she could of Emryc. She could see him, weakened and in pain, and a flash of Tia, but little else. The fact that Tia (@GABA) was with him brought her some small measure of peace, but it was tiny and fleeting.

Even after all these years and how little they had seen of one another, they were her family. A dysfunctional and perhaps backward family, but family nonetheless. She'd have burned down the galaxy for them. In fact, she had done that on a smaller scale once upon a time. It seemed like a lifetime ago since Emryc had been kidnapped, and in a way it was. She wasn't who she had once been, but some things never changed.

She climbed aboard her ship alone, letting the droids carry her down the blood trail to wherever she would find Emryc to offer whatever help she could. Life may have changed and the galaxy shifted, but some things wouldn't ever truly change.
 

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He woke from his sleep with a start, eyes flying open as he sat up, trembling as the dark and cold of his room hit him. His breathe evened out– the darkness was welcome, the silence was welcome.

It was better than his dreams. Turbolasers shattering buildings, rubble crushing families, fires consuming the world, mothers clutching dying children, brothers trying to drag sisters from rubble. He couldn’t remember the last time he dreamt of anything but the terror and pain he’d felt on that day, of the millions of people the Sith had slaughtered as easily as he might step on a bug.

Tonight had been relatively peaceful– he’d only woken twice. He felt cold, but that was only from the sweat he’d broken into. Rising to his feet, Laeo would slip into the refresher, turning on the shower and allowing the hot water to run down his back as he began to meditate.

“Emotion, yet peace. Emotion, yet peace.” The first line of the code was an easy mantra to remember– one he found especially effective on nights like these. It was difficult, keeping calm, turning away from his instinct to let such little things get to him.

But it was getting easier. Every time he let go, every time he kept his cool. Every time he tried to help another, suppressing the urge to demand recompense. More than that, he was beginning to discover that it felt good.

And that was when it hit him.

Laeonas had had his eyes closed in quiet meditation, but the sudden, oppressive shock threw them open– and when they did, his face twisted in horror.

“Wha… no, no no no…” He begged. Noone could hear him over the screams. His skin was burning, and he began to cry out in pain as the warmth of the water was replaced with flesh searing burns. All around him, people were screaming, dying. They died in their homes, they died in the streets. They died with their loved ones, they died alone.

They were crying out for help. Millions of them, all together, crying for someone to save them.

“No, no, STOP IT!” He screamed, even as his flesh began to boil. “GODS, SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He screamed. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

He lashed out with the force, and suddenly he was in the refresher again. The glass of his shower shattered, the nozzles from the shower, sink and bathtub exploding out as the room began to flood. Glass cut into his feet as he tried to run out of the room, but he slipped and his head slammed into the floor.

He woke an indeterminate amount of time later, in a pool of water and his own blood. He wasted no time, ignoring the agonizing pain as the glass cut into his feet. He didn’t rush to grab a bacta pad– no, he rushed to the cockpit, typing in coordinates before he ran out, still ignoring the tearing pain in his feet as he opened the door to a closet in the cargo hold. He rummaged around for tools, for a power sell, for an emitter matrix, and a lens.


 

Celeste Stythani

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Pacing back and forth, Celeste awaited the return of the red headed Jedi (@Black Noise) who had just stormed out of the room after their little conversation earlier. She wasn't quite sure what was about to happen and Celeste hated the sheer uncertainty about both, what the Jedi had in mind in terms of handling her and her own fate in general.

There were so many questions lingering in the air, so many things she had to consider to keep her story straight, but after the Councilor had left, Celeste could feel how someone with an even stronger presence within the Force entered the ship. Perfect. She couldn't tell for sure, but was pretty convinced it was the fucking Grandmaster...after having been on Ruusan with her, she realized the presence was definitely similiar, however this also meant that the waves their failed espionage was causing were getting out of control. The Grandmaster's (@Valen Pelora) arrival was definitely not a good sign for her, but there was nothing she could do but pacing and brooding and waiting.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed, but after a while she had just sat down on the floor and emptied her head to just not think for a moment. It was all so unbelievably frustrating, but she didn't allow any emotions to control her way of thinking and simply shutted them all down for a little peace.

The tranquility didn't last long though.

After releasing a slow breath, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of dread that washed over her from out of nowhere. First subtle, but a second later she jumped up, clutching her chest, her mind racing and her throat as if obstructed. Raxus. Everything came back to her at once. All the dreadful memories, the strain and the agony, the fright...The cell felt ice cold and she froze up where she was, panting while she frantically tried to make a meaning out of this.

How long had it been? Raze had been gone, but for a moment it was as if he was in this very room. Was that her own mind playing tricks on her? Impossible. She could sense it through the Force. This unbelievably powerful pulse was coming from him, but in an even more devastating way she had never felt before. He was back. But not only that, but somehow...freed, unchained, unleashed upon the galaxy. The pulse faded, but the dread remained...

What did it even mean? And where exactly was he? Not a second later did her brain jump back to the present. The Jedi. Being held by the Jedi was probably the worst place a Sith could find oneself in right now, especially if there was no way to escape and Celeste knew they must have all felt it, too. She had to make a devastating choice soon enough. She was almost convinced of it. There was no way they wouldn't come back to her for answers, maybe even information tied to the truth of her story, and what chances did she have against the Grandmaster? She was about to face fate sooner or later and didn't know how much time she had, but she just knew it was ticking against her fastly. There was one way out and the desperate thought crossed her mind repeatedly, but there had to be something else. There simply had to be a way...

@Sreeya
 
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Sah'ra Ryun

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Solace and solitude was what Sah’ra needed at this current moment, her trembling hand pressing against the cool durasteel wall as she shakily returned to her meditation chambers. Her skin was cold and clammy, strands of black hair plastered against the skin of her forehead in partnership with a pained and distraught expression. It had come on so suddenly, the small pirate crew beneath her command uttering mutinous whispers under their breath. If someone was prone to sudden bouts of sickness, what right did they have to lead? Except this was not your average bout of sickness. Rather, it wasn’t a sickness at all.

It was a plague.

It started quietly at first, a nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Something, somewhere, darkness boiled over. It ebbed further and further into the galaxy, transforming from a whisper to a deafening treble that was impossible to ignore. Her head throbbed as she tried to place the source, tears forming in her eyes as she was forced to drop to her knees at the door to her chambers. Normally, such raw and powerful displays of prowess in the darkness was like music to her ears but this was far beyond anything she had ever experienced. This was something truly terrifying.

Turning herself to lean on the corridor wall, Sah’ra closed her eyes and tried to even out her laboured breathing and racing heart. She needed to make a conscious effort to remember to breathe deeply and slowly but every time she tried to focus, the same thought forced it’s way to the forefront of her mind. Even leaving her eyes shut for an extended period forced images into her mind of the chaos that was screaming out from somewhere in the unknown. Seeing her reflection in the transparisteel walls across from her, she could even see her iris begin to transition to their amber state from the sheer darkness that had echoed outward. She should have foreseen this after the expulsion of the Sith from the Empire, the powers of the dark side having been dealt a devastating blow. It was the nature of the Force to fight back, to tip the scales when one side grows too powerful over the other. The Force had summoned it’s greatest warrior of evil ”...but who?”
 
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