Date of report edited for record-keeping purposes; actual posting date June Fifth.

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Introduction

**New Tython

Ooroo Abbey

Council Chambers**

The crimson blade ripped through the Knight's torso with a horrific snarl, her own weapon falling from suddenly weak fingertips. Letting out a gasp of pain, she stared with fear into the eyes of her murderer; stained a sulfuric yellow, their bloodshot gaze was one of hatred and fire. It faded first to murk, then to blackness, as her life force slipped away. Alone, defeated, and in terror, she merged with the Force.

Cy Thuron ripped his blade free from her body with a sharp tug, her body smouldering as it thudded unceremoniously to the ground. Several bodies adorned the room, some twisted and broken from where they were hurled backward, others crushed beneath debris or slashed open by the plasmatic weapon in his hand. The fledgling Sith strode throughout the carnage, studying the faces of those that surrounded him. Councillors, defenders, Padawan Jedi; none had stood a chance. They had thought him nothing, a minor inconvenience, as weak as when he had been a cultist of the New Dawn.

The sound of screams outside was cut short by the retort of a blaster weapons, the odd explosion breaking across the air; peering from the window, he watched as men, droids, and vehicles poured into the city, cutting down any who resisted. With the tribals scattered or captured, their forces divided and decimated, the colonists of the planet had little in the way of defenses; now, because of the New Dawn's surprise attack, the world would fall within the night.

The Jedi had thought their little homeworld to be safe, free from harm. They could not have been more wrong. Cy drew out a holoprojector, thumbing it on; the image of a shrouded being, his horned and withered chin barely visible, appeared above it. "It is done, Master. Harakoa has fallen; the planet is mine."

"Excellent. You have done well, my young Apprentice." The Sith drew a deep, rasping breath as he spoke. "The Jedi bastion has fallen. Now, a new Empire - a Sith Empire - can rise from the ashes." The image flickered before vanishing, as Cy's eyes bled back to their ordinary hue.

Striding toward the seat of the High Councillor, Cy admired it for a moment, noting the fine craftsmanship; a Jedi could call it one thing, a politician another, but this chair was meant for a ruler. Climbing up the steps to its seat, he let his weapon deactivate before seating himself in it, lounging in his victory. A smile of contention spread across lips flecked by the blood of his foes.

"Lord Thuron," A mercenary captain called, entering the room at a jog. Seeing the bodies, he slowed. "We've secured the city; the last pockets of resistance are dug into the enemy's homes, fighting from the It'kla district. How should we proceed?"

Cy looked up; the insanity in his gaze made the hired gun, grizzled though he was, shiver. "Burn them," He replied, his smile becoming a wide grin. "Burn it all."

**Bhargebba System

Bhargebba

Odan-Urr Rally Point**

Morotheri's gaze, blind to the spectrum of light but illumined by the ambient Force, peered across the valley at the forces off in the distance. The rains had just stopped, and now a mist hung over the world, helping to hide the scars of war left by the Sith invaders. "It's done, then." He said, watching as the silvery flows and eddies of the Force outlined far-off, shimmering crimson pinpricks. "The Brotherhood has taken Bhargebba from the One Sith. Once again, they have expanded their reach."

"Ah, but it was costly for them this time." Liam crouched atop the hill, his durable brown robes stained by weather and mud, the mane of a beard that he wore strewn with the odd twig or speck of dirt. To the Miraluka, however, he seemed to glow, emanating a calm blue aura; the man never seemed ruffled, or tense. "The Force, and its Dark Side, may be infinite. The same cannot be said for soldiers and weapons of war."

"But was it all a waste?" Mithfaron asked. "We took out some tanks, wrecked a few walkers. We brought down the odd starfighter, wounded or killed a few handfuls of armed enemies. The Brotherhood still stands."

"It does, but its war machine is now that much weaker. It took many resources to pursue us through the jungle, and cost them much more when we flanked from behind or struck in the night." The old one smiled, his creased face at peace. "Even the smallest of frays can wear through a rope." He looked to the young Aedile, who looked down in grief. "You mourn those that we have lost."

"I do. Padawans, Liam, and Knights as well. The Guardian that fell when the soldiers circled him. Padawan Neesa, screaming for help before a Sith took her life. Consular Dorm, who fell into the pitfall." His voice became strained. "The cost was too high. We lost too many."

"We have lost nothing, Morotheri. There is no death; there is the Force." Liam turned suddenly, sensing the distress of the one approaching seconds before Mithfaron picked it up. The albino man practically ran into them, stopping and panting as his dark robes fluttered. "What is it, Sight? Catch your breath."

"The... Abbey, Quaestor. Menat Ombo, the colonies, the tribes... all of it." His red eyes held a look of sheer terror in them. "It's the New Dawn. They're back." He struggled to speak, as if it pained his throat to say the last four words,.

"They've taken New Tython."

The Fall of New Tython

_ -> The DARK CRUSADE has taken its toll. Facing the forces of the One Sith and the Dark Jedi Brotherhood, the Jedi of HOUSE ODAN-URR have given life and limb to harry their foes and delay their advance. Now, while burdened with war throughout the worlds of the Old Empire, a new danger has arisen. The once tranquil world of Harakoa burns.

As the Jedi of Odan-Urr fought against the Dark Brotherhood throughout Sith Space, their old enemy, CY THURON, has rallied behind a mysterious new Master and gathered to him a force of deadly mercenaries in secret. Striking in one savage night of fire and blood, they scattered the Harakoan armies, overwhelmed the colonies, and took Menat Ombo. A dark day has dawned for the people of New Tython.

Now, the Jedi flee to a world doomed to fall, their hope for victory gone and their stronghold lost to them. Their tribal allies are dispersed, their holdouts and resources taken by the foe. Only the people remain; now, they work to infiltrate Menat Ombo, hoping to rescue whoever they can and keep alive one last hope for the planet... <- _

Welcome to the Fall of New Tython! This event will see our planet conquered by our old enemies, and will force us to face the dark truths before us as we work to save whoever we can. Running from June 6-27, this will give us all something exciting and thoughtful to play with while we await the next Phase of the Dark Crusade. We have something for everyone here.

You can find the storyline for the Fall of New Tython, starting with the Week One Fiction, at http://forums.darkjedibrotherhood.com/viewtopic.php?f=172&t=6887.

Competitions

The Fall of New Tython comes with several fun events. All will run for the entirety of the event, except for the fiction; I will give you until the 31st to finish those. Participate, have fun, and explore; there's something here for everyone.

Run-On: Rescue the Oppressed

Fiction: Ash and Cinder

Graphics: New Tython Ablaze

Gaming: The Clash of Sabers

Good luck, have fun, and may the Force be with you!

Conclusion

This event kicks off part one of three for something I've had planned for some time, known as the New Tomorrow Initiative. While you game, write, draw, and have fun, we are hard at work consolidating our holdings and readying Odan-Urr to become what it was always destined to be. Through your hard work and perseverance, we will brighten and shine, a Light within the Darkness.

For now, enjoy the Fall. Get on IRC; get into games, or chats. Get out there and have some fun, for on the morrow, we dine in Hell.

Signed and Sealed,

Liam Torun

Consular Battlelord Quaestor of House Odan-Urr