Link to the OOC:<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=51592&amp;p=382112#p382112">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=51592&amp;p=382112#p382112</a><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKfCevOtBZVpcw7ZtEQl">Click here for animated crawl</a><br/><br/>Star Wars<br/>Shadows of the Force<br/> <br/>Over 1000 years have passed since the Battle of Yavin. The New Republic has a hold on the galaxy with only a few sectors defying their rule. Force wielders are commonplace, and the most significant ones are the Jedi. They are no longer tied to the government, as they cannot side with corruption. Yet they still operate to bring peace to the Galaxy, and balance to the force.<br/> <br/>However that balance is being threatened. After several centuries, whispers of something darker grows. Rumors of red-bladed Jedi spread. Something lurks in the shadows, something sinister that may threaten the galaxy once more.<br/> <br/>The Jedi have dispatched an elite group of their own, to investigate this threat...<br/></span></div></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dathomir, the blood planet, looms in the distance, and a small ship flies towards it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Control yourself.<br/><br/>Breathe.</span><br/><br/>Dren squeezed his hand around his lightsaber hilt, trying his best to calm his racing heart.<span style="font-style: italic">There is no emotion, there is peace,</span>he reminded himself.<span style="font-style: italic">There is no chaos, there is harmony</span>. He cleared his mind.<br/><br/>“We’re hitting Atmo!” The pilot called over the comms.<br/><br/>The ship shook violently as it hit atmosphere. Dren looked up to the other five Jedi Knights he was travelling with, but they all seemed calm while sitting. Though, it was hard to tell, as he could only barely see their eyes under the dim red light of the ship’s cargo hold, and under the shadow of their hoods. Each of them had a mouth mask on, which was designed to help breath when underwater or in hostile environments, and designed to aesthetically cover the facial features with an intricate design.<br/><br/>He knew them all, even if only through association. Jedi Master Lotheal was in charge of this mission. She was a Female Twi’Lek with green skin, and one of her Lekku had been cut off in battle. Dren knew very little of her, but only knew she was kurt, brutally honest, and sometimes difficult to get along with.<br/><br/>So it came to a surprise to Dren when she had approached him about joining the Jedi Shadows, loosely designed after the same organization during the Old Republic. She told him it was because he had mastered a few stealth abilities and techniques, and was skilled in combat. However he still hadn’t mastered force cloak, which was the ability to bend light, and for the more skilled--sound, around you. It was a common ability that the Shadows used. Despite knowing this, they still wanted him to join.<br/><br/>They were tasked with finding and destroying Sith artifacts, like holocrons, talismans and even temples, as well as any Sith that may get in the way. However the Sith hadn’t been seen for over 600 years, so it was unlikely they would run into any. Still, Dren had to be careful. Not only was this his first mission with the task force, where previously he had only done humanitarian missions as a Jedi Knight, there were also rumors from Jedi agents that there were Sith spotted in the Galaxy, even near Dathomir. No Jedi agent had seen any Sith, but locals claim they’ve seen the red blades.<br/><br/>The ship stopped it’s chaotic shakes, and came in for a more controlled glide. Dren could see the red sun lighting up the interior of the ship. “Coming in for a landing!” The pilot said over the comm. It took only moments as Dren’s inside lurched from the rapid descent. He put on his face mask, and clipped his lightsaber to hit belt, making sure to drape his robe over it. He put up his hood, and held on.<br/><br/>The ship hit the ground a bit hard, despite the soft landing, making Dren’s stomach turn. But it was good to no longer feel the shakes, the turns, and the drops of being in a ship. He was glad for that, at least. They had said very little during the trip, as most of the people chosen were quiet, like him. So it was very jarring when Master Lotheal said, “Let’s move out.”<br/><br/>The back of the ship dropped down as the ship’s engines powered down. All six of the Jedi walked out, and they were exposed to the sudden fog creeping in. The way it moved--it was as if it were alive, but Dren knew that couldn’t be.<br/><br/>Dathomir was a strange place. All red from the sun, with trees bare of leaves, looming over like claws ready to grip its prey. Dren knew that Rancor’s came from Dathomir, but hopefully they wouldn’t run into any. But Dren felt something creeping over him, like a cold trickle down his back.<br/><br/>“I feel the dark side,” Said Jedi Knight Renth, a Bothan. He sniffed the air with his snout. “There’s a foul smell as well.”<br/><br/>“Let’s not take any chances,” Master Lotheal said to the group. “Mask your force signature. If there are any force users, we don’t want them to detect us.”<br/><br/>Dren closed his eyes, and focused on concealment. It was always strange to conceal himself from the force, it was like being naked and exposed. He no longer sensed very much, and couldn’t use any abilities, lest he give away his force signature. They walked forward, following Master Lotheal, into a deep valley. It was rumored there was a Sith Temple, or even an archive, on Dathomir. Yet it’s location was unknown. Jedi had been scouting this planet for a while, when they stumbled upon a possible clue, a statue. So they walked into the Valley, with the fog creeping in, to find a statue, and perhaps more...