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Battle of Lacrima
Empress-class Space Station Lacrima
1,013 ABY
When God is Gone, and the Devil Takes Hold, who'll have mercy on your soul? That question plagued Geist Weiss. As a young child, he had grown up with Nirvanism, which lacked deities, even if some believers held the original Nirvanists in divine esteem. However, if there was a Will of the Force as the Jedi believed, it had to be a god. After all, who would follow anything blindly but an entity that ensnares followers through the machination called faith.
Then again, faith was the ever bastard child of fate and chance, a mystery which one could never know if truth welcomed them or blasphemy greeted them in sheep's clothing. One never knew if the path they took was the right one. The sects that followed the Force were the same. Both Sith and Jedi alike considered their philosophies as immaculate facts. One sought to follow the guiding script of the enigmatic Will of the Force, a deity if Geist ever saw one. The other sought to take history's loom and put the weave into the hands of man.
One man sought to take the step beyond Sith doctrine into aevum. With the Force crying after the demoness Andraste killed the orphan Coruscant, a man named Draconis had sought to use the Force to become a Force Scion, to become Force incarnate, a feat not even Andraste had managed to accomplish. Phiro had managed to discover Draconis' plot and had sought out allies to aid his mission to stop Draconis. Jedi and Sith both joined in temporary union to fight in the absence of sanity.
Geist Weiss knew the halls of Lacrima well. Lacrima had once been home to Project SALIGIA's earlier experimentations. With the incident that drove it into disuse, Lacrima had been largely abandoned. However, the husk of the illusionist's machinations remained. Chief among them were the Holocrons Darth Kayos, Geist's late master, had collected for Project SALIGIA. It was these same Holocrons Draconis had employed for his ritual. Draconis had managed to infuse the Dark Side for himself, but the ritual was incomplete. The attack from Geist's Star Destroyer had seen to that. Now, with Jedi and Sith in matrimony, a triad stormed through the sacred halls of Lacrima. The Holocrons destroyed and the pirate ship Gnaij that had allied with Draconis captured, these three individuals sought the completion of their last objective. The prime objective.
The elimination of Draconis.
Draconis had made no effort to hide his presence in the Force. Geist Weiss wasn't even sure Draconis was able to hide that much power. He was no inquisitor, bred to hide in the shadows. No, Draconis was an arcanist. His arcane arts had mutated him into a monstrosity, one light and dark cumulatively would destroy.
Geist led trio. Having the greatest familiarity with its halls, it was pragmatical rather than through arrogance or the belief he controlled the operation. Privately he had such considerations, but none he'd let sway his judgment. Beside him was a man and a woman. The woman was a living incarnation of femine fatale, a Sith assassin named Zabic. The armored man that accompanied the Sith was a strange hybrid, the bastard of both Sith and Mandalorian culture. His name was Sisk Renelo. Joined together in single goal, the trio had no idea the fate that awaited them in the coming decade, the conflict that would propagate.
The Sith stopped in front of plasteel doors. The doors were the first to be shut not guarded by pirates, most of whom were under Draconis' lullaby, unwitting minions. Lightsabers could slice through the doors, but would take a while. As such, Geist move to the side to let Sisk Renelo take center stage. Renelo was a walking arsenal, and explosives had become his trademark maneuver when the trio encountered obstacles.