He breathed.

The scream of engines, the jolt as the dropship stopped suddenly, doors opening. The scent of alien spices carried on the hot air.

He sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed, his breathing rhythmic and even. He thought of nothing, emptying his mind and seeking peace.

The hail of blaster fire ricocheting off the walls. The screams of the dying and wounded, the acrid stink of burned metal.

In through the nose for four seconds. A pause. Out through the mouth for four seconds. A pause.

Over his head, a figure leaping, pirouetting, dancing to a tune only they could hear. In its hand, a blade of pure light. That humming sound, always that humming sound as it carved the air.

First, the left lung filled. Held. Emptied. Then the right. The frigid air circulating in him as he focused on the lessons he had been thought, the disciplines instilled in him.

The echoing sound of metal feet marching in step. The enemy, so laughable on the briefing material, repurposed and refitted for death. The reality on the ground so different.

His breath steamed. Dim light reflected and refracted through the stalactites hanging from the ceiling of the meditation chamber. Shadows flitted and danced of their own accord.

Brothers dead beside him, men wearing the same face, the same skin. Each one identical. Each one unique.

He could feel the vibrations of the power plant through the floor. He could feel, just below his hands, the space where the handles hid, the handles which would open the door to his past.

The scream and the recoil of the rotary blaster in his hands, laying down a deadly hail as his squadmates dived for cover. The sparks and explosions as the enemy were caught and scrapped.

He could hear his heartbeat increasing. Could feel the blood pumping in his ears. Felt the temptation once again to shed this mask, to return to the mantle he once wore.

That day. That dreadful day. His will being crushed beneath the tide. His hands moving in unison with his brothers, against his control. The betrayal. The blood. The darkness. The darkness…

His fists clenched, then released. His heartbeat slowed. A single tear rolled down from his left eye.

He breathed.

He breathed.

He breathed.

 

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Chapter One: Articles of Faith

The moon of Daxos orbits the Mid Rim planet of Ankus. An inhospitable and frozen wasteland, Daxos has recently been taken over by the Empire and mined for ice needed to keep the Imperial machine turning. As well as a prison encampment being set up on Daxos, there are a few hardy individuals who choose to work alongside the prisoners or otherwise settle in the few regions which can support life.

You are one of the inhabitants of Daxos – either an Imperial prisoner working out your sentence in indentured servitude, or else a free spirit working there for your own ends.

You are aware that you are Force sensitive, and following a number of visions you have found yourselves under the tutelage of a grizzled hermit known as Pyjak – an old survivalist who tells tales of the Force and of the Jedi otherwise outlawed and suppressed throughout the Empire, who has been teaching you to develop your connection to the Force and your abilities, both collectively and individually.

On the day the game starts, you have been asked by Pyjak to come round and see him when your work shifts end, as he has something important he needs to tell you…

Characters

Lasa Styngen, Sentinel Artisan

Auberyn Brick, Seeker, Hunter

Jar’ren’tarthi, Mystic Advisor

Agatha Hungatir, Warrior Aggressor

Auberon Bryck, Seeker Hunter

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Name: Agatha Hungatir

Species: Mirialan

Sentence: Ongoing

Offences: First-degree homicide, Assault of an ISB Agent.

Identifying marks: like all Mirialans, Agatha wears facial tattoos representing his history. In particular: twin stars above his right eye, signifying his birthworld and clan, a thin chain beside his eye signifying duties and debts, and a serrated blade down the cheekbone signifying a violent adolescence.

Predictable behaviour: Agatha is a former mob enforcer, eager to supply muscle to a paying employer. He likes to pick fights, particularly against something bigger, so he can mark his skin with the ‘glories’ of his victories. Since his arrest, Agatha has been unable to access the necessary implements to mark his face with a tattoo signifying the crime he’s been locked up for.

Do not be complacent with this prisoner.

Prisoner statement: Agatha killed Wookie. You should run. You run away now.

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Name: Auberon Bryck

Species: Human

Sentence: Ongoing

Offense(s): Fraud, Treason, Manslaughter,  Third-degree homicide, Second-degree homicide, First-degree homicide, Arson in the Imperial Docks

Prisoner Statement: The only crime I have committed is to betray my family, a crime I freely admit. My line is one contains the most extraordinary collection of thieves, rogues and murderers ever seen in the galaxy.

Obviously they are mostly senators and arms dealers. I have lived my life in a bubble of privilege, and it is only recent events that awakened me to the cruelty and callousness of the galaxy.

I am no one’s executioner nor will I ever be.

My only regret is to my younger brother and sister, who I plead to wake up and realise the true nature of things.

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MimName: Lasa Styngen

Species: Human

Job Title: Environmental Engineer

Location: Daxos Penitentiary Mining Facility

Next of Kin: None

Employment Record: Styngen has worked at the facility for six rotations; acting as our Engineer.  Due to the extremely low temperatures on the Moon, Styngen’s primary role is the maintenance and repair of the Atmospheric Dampeners that protect the Imperial Base, to a lesser extent, the prisoner quarters from the extreme weather. I have found Styngen to be a focused employee who maintains the systems under her care efficiently and with care.

There have been some Complaints about Styngen from other staff, most recently from Base Operations who describe her as universally belligerent and confrontational.

Atmospheric Dampeners efficiency: 98%

Complaints filed. No follow up required.

 

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Name: Jar’ren’tarthi

Species: Chiss

Sentence: Ongoing

Offense(s): Fraud, Grand Theft Starship, Grand Larceny, Impersonating an Imperial Officer.

Prisoner Statement: Firstly, and permit JRen be abundantly clear. JRen is blameless of these heinous crimes. Yes, it is true that JRen was found amongst the rubble, within the Banking Clan vaults on the Moon of Erasmus; but JRen was a victim of circumstance; tricked by a treacherous and villainous Trandocian. JRen was simply a sightseer, who had heard of the luxurious architecture of Erasmus and wished to enjoy it’s opulence. Have you seen the magnificent columns of Erasmus? Designs without equal or comparison on all the worlds of the Empire?  No? Well you are a little late; but trust JRen, it used to be magnificent.

Why would JRen steal?  JRen was born to a Noble families of Aristocra. JRen wears shoes more expensive than any droid; Hats more costly than a luxurious light freighter. Rings that are said to be the equivalent to the Global Economy of a reasonably sized Outer Rim planet.

Yes, yes; obviously not now; yes. JRen is currently wearing this rather drab prison uniform.

You say that JRen was the leader of the notorious J’Ren Syndicate; but where, JRen asks is proof of this? Yes, JRen is as handsome and charming enough easily run an intergalactic criminal endeavour; but nobody knows who runs the J’Ren Syndicate. It’s mysterious and charismatic leader is to this day, a mystery.

Don’t be foolish silly guard, it is clearly spelt differently.