Shaderon

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

(NOTE: This planet is not known to anyone other than those that have been givein such knowladge by either Damien or Traycin. It is not found on any map or computer. like Nem'Vaar)

*The planet of Shaderon rests peacefully. The large planet sits outside the known regions of space within this galaxy, and was known only to two people.

One, Damien Nightblade. The other, his brother Traycin.
The Eternal Shadow soared through hyperspace until a warning meter blinked only once, before the Jedi Master turned it off, and checked his navi computer. there was nothing. Only a blank screen stared him in the face as he pulled a Datadisc out of his cloak pocket

He takes a moment to check what exactly is on it, and ensure the ships computer systems are completly secure before he inserts the disk with a carefull motion of his hand towards the input slot. It floats gracefully through the air as if held up only by the soft currents of the air conditioning unit that hummed peacefully as it blew clean crisp air throught out the bridge.

The screen prompted for several access codes. With a wave of his hand the Jedi was granted access. The first thing that appeared was a view of the planet from space, it minimised and uploaded the map coordanits into their navigation systems, and the ship gently swayed from its current trajectory to glide towards the planet of Shaderon.

Damien stood in front of the large viewing window of the bridge. His eyes eminated of a moonlight color as they gazed out into the void of space at a small dot that was his destination. His cloak rested peacefull upon his shoulders and extended to his feet. The color of it matched that of his eyes, which shifted a bit to adjust to the darkness of the area in which the ship wandered.

"Activated artifical sun."

*Upon interprateing his words, a computer system linked to the sun of the palnet, and within seconds, its radient light shown upon the planet, illuminateing its majesty simply for the viewing pleasure of its ruler.

The multiple terrains of the climate resonated within their own beauty as the Jedi Master gazed upon them with eager eyes. Within moments he would be on the surface of the planet basking within its beauty, and enjoying the darkness in which constantly shown upon it due to its natural sunless atmosphere.

There he would proceed to his destination, a temple. His temple...

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*The seeminlgy motionless ship that had been drifting, propelled by only its previous momentum fired up its repulsor engines and changed course, to face the Oasis sector of the planet.

Damien went into his quarters to prepare for his landing.Once inside he cleaned himself up and glanced around the room for his utility belt. He cought site of it resting on a hook. he removed it, spread it out, and layed it on the table.

He walked over to the opposite side of the room, and pressed a button which lay hidden amongst the rest of the seemingly normal wall. Once released the wall shifted and rotated to reveal a wall of epuipment. All of Damiens weapons and supplies rested there, he removed first his daggers which lay on a rack one in front of the other. next his stars, which he found upon opening a drawer. He saw his collection of lightsabers resting in their place as he removed them one by one, each held a speacial meaning to him, their owenrs ranged from the great Paul Ketan, to the Sith Lord Vortigern to a few that he had used in the past. he paused for a moment to view his two primary sabers, Moonlight and Shadow, he took them into his hands and reminessed all he had been through with these sabers in his grip, and hooked them onto his belt with the others.

The next weapon he saw was his sword. This held special meaning to him for multiple reasons, though he thought it best that rather than remembering what they were he simply grabbed it from its spot and slid it into the sheath of his back, allowing the sound of metal against metal to ring throughtout the ariea until it was ended with the click of it locking into place.

The last weapon was his Asutoron handguns. These spelled death in every essence. Their danger matched only with that of his Moonlight blade he needed no thought about these, he knew that with every pull of the trigger, he had taken a life from the universe, which was not something that needed rememberance.

He returned the wall to its normal state, and left the room, makeing his way towards the boarding ramp. he opened it, and stood at its edge, the Ship was still decending through the planets atmosphere and the jedi only gazed at the surface of the multi terrained planet.

Moments later, after the wind had brushed gently across his face the ship had only decended a few more feet. Before the Shadourian leapt from the ramp and began his freefall towards the planet.

The wind kissed his face as he soared through the sky his destination was the landing pad of the ship, the flight had gotten boreing, and he would make it interesting. what more exciteing than raceing a ship to its landing pad?

After what seemed like hours of flight, but only a few seconds he brought himself to a gracefull landing upon the deck of the landing pad. Causeing the ground to crack underneath his feet, leaving a small crater in which his feet had planted.

He moved from his personal pit of destruction and proceeded towards a speeder which he had left from his last visit and took a moment to fix the landing pad which he so gently destroied. He set his gaze on the horizion and stepped into his speeder. So close, yet so far*

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*He stepped into the speeder, and hit the throttle. It started to crawl fowrad, for a bout a second, then lurched into a top speed that one would not think possible for a speeder of its design to go. Traycins handy work no doubt.

The speeder hovered gracefully across the vast plains of the Oasis sectors fresh green grass. It was cut to perfection, though it none had graced this beautifull planet for millenias.

The light from the artifical sun reflected off of the speeders sleek black hood and radiated upon the face of the Jedi Master who sat patiently within it, as his golden hair waved majestically in the wind behind him as it blew softly throught the area despite the speed in which he had been traveling.

The Shadourian maneuvered the speeder up the face of a large hill which was the border of the Oasis sector on this side, and skidded his transport ot a stop atop its grassy turf.

His golden eyes eminated with a radient inner light of happiness, as he stared out at what no one else alive had ever seen in their lives before this moment.
On the edge of the horizion at a distance in which would seemingly take an eternity to traverse Damein gazed upon a temple which stood etched into the side of a large mountain. This was the temple in which he sought.

He simply stood still and admired its beauty for what seemed like hours when only a few moments had passed him by. He closed his eyes and thanked the force for simply being alive to view this peice of his art in which his ancestors had construscted.

And with that peacefull show of gratatude, he steped once again into his speeder, and continued his trek towards the temple in whcih he sought.

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*The trip seemed as if it lasted for ever, the speeder ranged across countless miles of landscape until Damien found himself standing upon the pleatau in which held upon it the grand main doors to the Ancient Temple of the Shadourian Warriors.

His speeder rested quietly on the inner edges of the plateau in which was now covered in nothing but the rock that was its physical make up..It was as if the Temples doorstep was cleared off and made presentable for his arrival, though its beauty remained seemingly untouched by that of a human, or any other being that possesed the approiate limbs in which to set upon these grounds

The wind blew through his hair flapping the tails of his cloak as if they were the wings of a bird that soared gracefully through teh currents of the force without a care in the world. His golden hair did the same, seemingly mirroring the flaps of his cloak in their every movement.

His golden eyes gazed out upon the vast expanse of the ancient world in which was once a thriveing metropolis of Warriors and Commoners alike, all going about their daily activities with the uptmost care and prescision completly obvlious to their future in which possesed the sad moments of a dieing culture as the Shadourians slowly just faded from existance like a ghost into the wind.

Now as Damien looked out he saw what he could only describe at best in one word, beauty. The planets surface was that of one which possesed many diffirent climates and terrains, rangeing from the Oasis sector, which served as a pleasent reminder of the lush Naboo, to the desetr sector with its course Tatooine like sands, there were many others though he took these sights in at once like he was recording them into his mind as a permenant picture, whcih represented exactly what he had felt as he stood there.

He stood strong, proud, and bold, his movements were confident and gracefull in every manner, though as he stood there, simply enjoying the beauty of the planet, a feeling of utter lonliness washed over him like a flood of feelings in which he would carry with him for the remainder of his time within this Galaxy until the void was filled when he returned to where it was he came

He drew in a breath of the crip airs of the planet as he turned to face the Grand doors of the Shadourian Temple. He stepped foward, his steps leaving no imprints upon the surface of the planet, his force signature leaving no remains of his very existance in a form in which one could physically look upon and come to the realisation of his presence there. Though through the force, his every step, every motion, every blink of his eye, and beat of his heart echoed radiiently as he walked up to the doors of the Temple which as if on cue, opened for him sparing him the excess movement which would not have been considered anything out of the ordaniry by the Jedi Master as he simpley walked through them and stopped once inside the walls of the place to take it its wonder, majesty, serenity and tranquility at its fullest form.

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*The temple was of an Ancient design yet it was highly advanced for what it appeared and seemed to be one of the more mastefull arts of craftsmanship and architecture.

He turned to face the large stond doors which had closed behind him just upon his entering to take notice of a seal in which was shaped in a circular fasion, unique to say the least. As he truned his focus to proceed into the depths of hte temple he took a notice to the walls, in which were engraved with hyroglyphs of a language that was unknown to him before this day, though he somehow understood its every character.

He stepped foward, his boots echoing their peacefull tap of adventure and exploration throught the temple alerting anyone, or anything of his presence. He knew he was alone, though he always felt a sense of security as he continued his walk, as if someone had been there with him all along.

He continued through the temple at a gradual pace, takeing the time to read bits and pieces of what seemed to be the history of the ancient race. From his thoughts it appeared as though the archives of their order was all here, etched with prescision in the halls of the temple.

The temples size was suprising to him judgeing from its exterior which was no more than an opening in the side of a larg mountain. Many rooms had been looked into and observed as he travled through the temple, there were some areas he could recognise, like the training areas and rooms set aside for meditation and further contimplation on the force and its possibilites. These observations continued until he found himself traversing down a long hallway.

It was of a larg size, beneath its terracelike structure he gazed down upon the lower levels of the temples structure as he stepped out further to find himself some distance away from the door in which he came, as he stepped upon the surface of the stone flooring the symbols in which lay etched there illuminated with a beautifull glow all around him as if acting as his guiding light through the hallway. At its end which was found some great deal of time later, after he had grown somewhat agitated from walking he approached a door which held yet another of the same seal. A crest representing the Order at its finest.

He placed a single hand upon the door and the crest illuminated just as the etched symbols did and the door opened revealing a large room. The layout of it inferred that it was some type of council chambers or grand meeting area.

He approached one of the many long windows in the room to gaze out upon the planet of Shaderon at its morning hours which were just as light as the night hours due to the sunlessness of the planet.

He clasped his hands behind his back as he closed his eyes for a moment and reached out through the force loseing himself in it.

It was then he felt a calm warm hand being placed gently upon his shoulder, to his suprise he turned to see a man who seemed rather young for his age, Which happened to be noumerous millenias old. The man spoke softly as he greeted Damien with a smile and spoke as if he had known him all his life.

"Greetings!, I am known as Nakina. It brings a great joy to my heart that you have finally come to us."

*Damien was a bit taken back at Nikana's statement. Had he been expected? Why was he here in the first place? These and a multitude of other questions entered his mind as he returned the smile and presented himself with a bow of respect towards the man*

"Its more than a pleasure to meet you. I am.."

"Damien Nightblade. The last of the Shadourians, or so you thought, untill now that is...Dont be so surprised, sit down my son, we have much to discuss, We have awaited your arrival for some time now."

*Damien smiled, and attempted to loosen up in his posture as Nikana motioned gracefully into one fluid motion with his arm for him to take a seat upon one of the stone throne like chairs that rested in the room not far from thier position. Damein did so, and sat and Nikana and himself turned to face eachother.*

"What is it we have to discuss Nikana? I came here in hopes that the home of my people is still intact, though i didnt expect to find anyone here."

*The ancient smilied as he turned to glance at the doors which stood upon either side of the room whos crests illuminated and from them walked three other men who also took a seat in chairs simmilar to theirs forming a circle around an enlarged crest which had been masterfully etched into the floor.*

"Damien i would like to introduce you to the last of the Shadourians. Ronin, Atenu, Haoulin, Ryu, Rokaru, and this one is known as No Name."

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*No Name had both blasters out. He had been summoned to this planet for some reason. He didn't aim at anything, just helt them in his hands, ready to pull them up to fire*

"Why am I here?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Nikana held out an wavering hand to Damien, and allowed him time to settle before he explained*

"No Name here, has suffered a violent case of Amnesia, he dosent remember anything of his past. Though before he lost his memory, he was one of the greatest Shadourian Warriors, the best of the best sit before you today Damien. The last of an extinct Order."

*Damien nodded, in understanding, he knew what it was like to have no knowladge of his past*

"What of his records? Surely you can remind him of his place?"

*A saddened look came across Nikana's face as he spoke*

"We would have tried, though what is left of his records are only a few words and letterings."

"May i see them?"

"Yes, right this way.."

*Nikana motined for Ryu to retreive the records of No Name that had been created when he was born. He returned shortly after with a stone tablet, the whole things seemed to have been eroded away though in the Shadourian language two characters remainded, they translated in Galactic Basic, as "Bo". Damien quirked a brow for a moment and returned to his normal composure before speaking*

"Thank you Ryu.."

*He stared at No Name for a moment searching him for any trace of remberance*

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"So I'm supposed to be this all-powerful being?

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Nikana smiled as he placed a hand on No Names shoulder and spoke his words of wisdom which he had accumulated throught his millenias of time teaching and studing the force and its principles, and the simplicity of life itself*

"Power comes from within my friend. Ones power is not judged upon what others believe it to be, but what you yourself believe it to be. Faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains."

*Damien smiled warmly upon hearing the wise words of Nikana echo throught these hallways like the force itself speaking through this man and bestowing upon them countless years worth of knowladge and wisdom*

"Excuse me for asking Nikana, but i couldnt help but notice your familliarity with me..."

"Damien my young friend, your arrival here has been foreseen for many years by the Shadourian Prophecy. It was assured that one day you would come."

[The Madet Legacy]

ooc: That mustard seed thing is in the Bible, BTW...


*The words seemed extremely familiar to him. Like he'd been taught them long ago. He couldn't think about it, however. The sudden jolt of memories hurt his head badly and caused him to feel sick. He dropped his blasters and put his hands on his knees as he began retching and gagging. It felt like he was going to vomit*

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Nikana placed a hand on his back and his eyes closed slowly as he reached out through the force and chanelled it into the body and mind of No Name whos Amneisa was having violent side affects*

"Be well, my friend, rest easy."

*Damien watched as Nikana had beat him to the healing process, and it seemed to calm No Name down a bit, or atleast stop the regurgitation, he waited until No Name settled before speaking

"The Shadourain Prophecy?"

"Yes, Prophesised by the Ancients of the Shadourian, The Ancients, such as myself were said to foresee the future and recall the past for milennias in both directions through the shear will of the force, almost as a gift."

[The Madet Legacy]

*After he had settled, he watched curiously. He didn't care what he was. Shadouri-whats-its, or whatever, he'd always be a Lone Gunman. He had to admit that he was interested about his past, though*

[The Madet Legacy]

ooc: Bump, because Damien's my bud.


And I'm bored as hell.

[The Madet Legacy]

ooc: Bump once more.

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ooc: Bump...This is getting repetative.