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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It is a time of uncertainty in the Galaxy. With the unmasking and subsequent death of DARTH SIDIOUS and the apparent eradication of the SITH at the culmination of the CLONE WARS, the citizens of the REPUBLIC found themselves weary of the bureaucracy of larger governing systems. Stepping in where elected officials had failed, the Jedi, Guardians of Peace in the Galaxy, created THE COMMUNE. Comprised entirely of the JEDI who survived the FORCE CRUSADES, the Commune preaches a message of peace and prosperity for those who ally themselves to their cause, but vows vengeance and retribution to those who oppose them. Their first casualty was the JE'DAII ORDER, a splinter sect opposed to the Commune's dictatorial ways.
While peace has seemingly returned to the Galaxy under their rule, many believe the Commune to trusted even less given their nature as Jedi, leading to a slew of minor rebellions popping up on various planets. But while many try, it seems as if none are capable to stand up to the might of the Commune, for the Force is strong with them and they are many.
With the shadow of The Commune hanging over the galaxy and whispers of an ANCIENT ENEMY returning to slay the Jedi and bring forth another era of war, the people of the Galaxy are more distraught than ever and live in constant fear. Feeling a disturbance in the Force, MASTER NOC'AST REN has dispatched her KNIGHTS OF REN across the Galaxy in an attempt to locate the tremor and preserve the peace she and her kin have fought so hard to protect...
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Surface of Raxus Prime
It is a time of uncertainty in the Galaxy. With the unmasking and subsequent death of DARTH SIDIOUS and the apparent eradication of the SITH at the culmination of the CLONE WARS, the citizens of the REPUBLIC found themselves weary of the bureaucracy of larger governing systems. Stepping in where elected officials had failed, the Jedi, Guardians of Peace in the Galaxy, created THE COMMUNE. Comprised entirely of the JEDI who survived the FORCE CRUSADES, the Commune preaches a message of peace and prosperity for those who ally themselves to their cause, but vows vengeance and retribution to those who oppose them. Their first casualty was the JE'DAII ORDER, a splinter sect opposed to the Commune's dictatorial ways.
While peace has seemingly returned to the Galaxy under their rule, many believe the Commune to trusted even less given their nature as Jedi, leading to a slew of minor rebellions popping up on various planets. But while many try, it seems as if none are capable to stand up to the might of the Commune, for the Force is strong with them and they are many.
With the shadow of The Commune hanging over the galaxy and whispers of an ANCIENT ENEMY returning to slay the Jedi and bring forth another era of war, the people of the Galaxy are more distraught than ever and live in constant fear. Feeling a disturbance in the Force, MASTER NOC'AST REN has dispatched her KNIGHTS OF REN across the Galaxy in an attempt to locate the tremor and preserve the peace she and her kin have fought so hard to protect...
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Surface of Raxus Prime
Character Sheet: Here
Location: Surface of Raxus Prime --> Raxus Prime Orbital Station
Mentioned: None
Interactions: None
Outfit: Usual Attire, Dust Mask
Raxus Prime: A desolate wasteland surrounded by garbage and those who live among the scrap piles. While some worlds like Tatooine are dangerous simply based on the fact the planet is perpetually transfixed in one extreme climate, Raxus is dangerous for another reason entirely. Those who live on the surface of the planet often do so without choice, such as various refugees with nowhere to turn to but the junk-planet, or the scrappers who search through the various man-made mountains and caverns in the hopes of recovering something useful to sell or use for themselves. But there are those who choose to live on Raxus, including various small-time gang members and bounty hunters looking for an inconspicuous place to hang low while they await their next order.
But to all, whether they are there by choice or not, life on Raxus Prime is not easy. Constant dust storms, collapsing junk-heaps, and of course the ravenous Scrappers, a race of nocturnal cybernetic cannibals that dwell beneath the surface of the planet and prey upon the weak and helpless. Attacks of often and frequent, which has lead to many of the smaller camps banding together in order to form 'Scrapper Watches' so they can attempt to remain safe.
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It was just another day in the bowels of the junk planet, the heat from the blazing sun causing the surface's temperature to swelter beyond comfortability. The worst of it was yet to come, but by the time midday rolled around, Matiel Ner'Va hoped to be on the Orbital Station. Although the breeze helped to cool his body, the dust it picked up and swept into his eyes was definitely not welcomed. It wasn't that it blinded him, Matiel had his dust-mask to help keep the specs of debris and dirt out of this eyes and mouth, but it made things harder to see. Matiel had an indomitable trust that told him the Force would guide him, but he knew having full use of his eyesight would be that much more beneficial.
But, as he sifted through the heaps of trash, Matiel finally reached a point where he knew he could not go further without compromising the structural integrity of the pile he was currently working on. It wouldn't kill him if it collapsed, but Matiel didn't want to risk anything that might compromise his well-being. Not yet at least.
Taking a deep breath and knowing what had to be done, Matiel closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. He could feel the debris and scrap around him with the Force; it was a horrid sensation, but he pushed past it, knowing he had to locate a specific item. Clearing his mind, Matiel focused only on his goal until he could see it within the pile; damaged, but not broken. Thank the Whills. Next, Matiel gently reached out his left hand, placing it against the side of the trash pile and focused his energy around the item he needed to recover. Once he knew it would be protected by the Force, Matiel quickly shoved his right hand forward, his palm outstretched towards the pile, and let loose a terrible display of energy. The pile shook vigorously for a moment before it began to fall away from Matiel, collapsing into another nearby pile that, in turn, collapsed under the weight. He opened his eyes and breathed a sign of relief, glad to know that his faith in the Force had not led him to destruction yet again. After his moment of celebration, Matiel glanced down at the pile and unearthed his prize; a tiny white crystal with a series of cracks throughout it.
With a smile, Matiel glanced down at the crystal, examining it for a moment while he spoke. "Well, hello gorgeous..."
Matiel quickly opened the brown burlap bag hanging by his side and pocketed the crystal along with a few other interesting trinkets before he stood up. Sliding down the heap of junk as he made his way back to his speeder. Waving his hand towards the controls of the bike as he got near, Matiel activated the engines and climbed aboard, ready to speed away. He cleared his throat and straddled the controls, leaning forward so as to not accidentally bang his head on any of the trash hanging above him along the way, Matiel speed away, his sights set on the giant pillar in the sky; the Orbital Elevator.
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After a long drive, Matiel finally arrived at the entrance to the Orbital Elevator; a massive superstructure designed to transport people back and forth between the surface of Raxus Prime and the spaceport that orbited the planet. Due to the gaseous nature of Raxus Prime's upper atmosphere combined with constant electrical storms made it difficult for most ships to land directly on the surface without issue, but if that wasn't enough, the infamous "Scrap Field" orbiting the planet made it notoriously difficult for any ship to freely come and go. Ships with pilots stupid enough to enter the Scrap Field were either successful and sustained immeasurable damage, or failures that became new additions to the heaps of junk orbiting the atmosphere. The only way to safely pass through was on the Orbital Elevator.
Parking his speeder among the piles of junk, concealing it enough so that any passersby wouldn't spot the vehicle, Matiel climbed off his bike and made his way to the front gate. Standing at the door to the elevator were a series of guards dressed in basic riot armour, all of whom were watching over the lines of people waiting to cross up to the station. Matiel noticed more than a few refugees among the crowd, most likely attempting to group up with the various pilots at the Orbital Station in order to leave the planet for good. However, Matiel knew this wouldn't be possible since most of the pilots were criminals who only took crew or passengers for a hefty price. They didn't care that people were starving or suffering; it was just business. Matiel wished he could take them all when he finally left this desolate rock, but while he may have been a Jedi, Matiel was also a realist. It would be impossible to simply wave his hand and solve all the world's problems; there was always something that complicated things.
But as he neared the gate, Matiel reached into his bag and pulled out the fake identification card his father Lars had given him shortly before they parted ways so many years ago. Despite there being no official record of his birth, Matiel and his family had to constantly forge their own unique identities in order to stay safe from the Commune, though he hadn't changed it in quite some time. The Commune had no presence on this world, probably for the same reason why Raxus didn't have an official government system; nobody cared enough about the desolate planet to give it much thought.
As he approached the guard, Matiel flashed his identification card at him and proceeded to the pat-down. Most of, if not all, weapons were prohibited on-board the Orbital Station out of a concern for safety, but depending on the day, somebody usually broke the rule and decided to have a shoot out. Matiel hadn't been carrying his weapons that day for this specific reason, especially since he knew that if things did go south, he could use the Force to help him.
Soon, he was cleared by the agents and allowed access to the elevator. Stepping inside, Matiel waited for the elevator to start.
Raxus Prime Orbital Station
Although it orbited what was known by many as the literal 'anus of the Galaxy', the Raxus Orbital Station was a popular spot for space farers, smugglers, and many more. It was one of the only places that the Commune dared not go; not out of neglect, but out of concern. It was common knowledge that Raxus Prime was once the home of an ancient Sith cult, which has since left the planet blanketed in a shroud of Dark Side energy. According to rumours, the sheer presence of the tainted Force there can physically harm those from the Commune, though many believe this to be just hearsay and nothing else.
The Orbital Station itself is quite technologically advanced and massive in scale, essentially housing an entire starport, various entertainment areas including a casino and many cantinas, a grand marketplace, and a slew of hotels for those who need to rest while their ship refuels. But like all things in the Galaxy; everything comes at a price.
The crowded pathways are simply illuminated by various neon lights advertising an array of different shops and attractions, though some extra lights hanging above cast an eerie yellow glow against the walls. Everything looks rather filthy, but that's to be expected when orbiting a planet with a surface literately covered in dust and garbage. From all around, noise rises over the hordes of people are they go about their business, but occasionally, the sound of a robotic sounding voice echoes over a hidden PA system. Among these announcements, the various can be heard;
"To whomever is painting phallic objects on the ships in the hangar, you will be found, and there will be dire consequences."
"A reminder to all, flying a ship without the proper permits is illegal and may lead to a fine up to one hundred thousand credits."
"Security to Sector D-5, repeat, Security to Sector D-5"
"Courtesy notice to all, the bathrooms in Sector H-11 are shut down due to a backlog of waste, please do not attempt to use these bathrooms."
"A bounty of five hundred thousand credits is currently being offered for information leading to the capture or death of any Jedi not registered with the Commune."
But here you stand; ready to embark from your ship or transport for purposes all your own.
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The elevator doors retracted slowly, allowing the horde of passengers inside to pour out into the crowded pathways of the space station. At the head of the crowd was Matiel, with his hands in his pockets, making his way into the centre of the arrival bay. Whistling a familiar tune softly to himself, he glanced around the room, observing the various passersby and occurrences that most others might have missed. A flock of new ships was arriving in Docking Bay C-19, there was a bounty announcement for a few individuals including Rodian male by the name of Gesh Lenn (a small price, most likely a petty thief who ripped off the wrong person) and a Human woman named Jana Yal (a higher price, but still nothing worth wasting time over), and by the Sovereign Scrapper Cantina, a popular nightspot for travellers, a group of guards were busy speaking with a malnourished looking Ithorian who had tried to set up a item stall outside of the bar. Most likely they would just ask him to move, it didn't seem like they were going to give him much trouble.
Matiel's eyes wandered through the crowd until eventually, they landed upon a small food stall nearby. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he knew he had to keep his strength up if he was going to be making the run today.
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