For hours Karufr was ravaged by the forces of Jac Cotelin and the Iron Legion. The 4th planet of the Kr’tal system, once a bountiful green forested world, now lay a desolate wasteland. Few of the planet's inhabitants have survived the initial onslaught, and those who did, have been forever changed by these events. Hidden from sight, the remains of Karufr lie underground in hidden bunkers, with what remains of Taldryan’s once powerful fleet. There seems only one logical solution for their survival; escape with as many lives kept as possible. But even this, seems almost an impossible task with the perimeter blockade that the Iron Legion has formed around the planet.

There are few survivors still above ground, one of which has been fighting for his Clan, his Planet, and his life for these many hours.

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Karufr

Underground Bunker

Medical Bay

“Make way! We have an emergency patient here, who’s in critical condition!”

A blue skinned Chiss barged into the medical bay that was filled with injured denizens of Karufr. Behind him a stretcher came hovering in with the burned body of Kenath Zoron atop it. The Proconsul of Clan Taldryan had been caught in an explosion that destroyed the former command center for Tal’s forces, and after several hours of digging, his near dead body was dragged from the wreckage. The onsite Medical Science Officer, Major Docrh’ylanc’ehause, or Rhylance, had been assisting the Seer with his planet wide evacuations and monitoring, so he had been there to administer emergency medical support and had kept the Proconsul alive this long.

“I’m going to need room for this operation, so everyone if you would please move aside. This man has done more to help our wonderful Clan than any of you today. It would be a shame if he didn’t survive to see results of his actions.”

Rhylance activated a nearby control panel, and a holographic image of the inside of Zoron’s body appeared in the air. Rhylance took a few moments to examine the image closely, before springing into action. Grabbing his surgery kit, the Chiss took out three scalpels of various lengths and three syringes of colored liquid. He took the first syringe and stuck it into the bleeding chest of the Seer. The fluid was a thickening agent that caused the bleeding to slow, and as the blood flow lessened, he took hold of the largest scalpel.

“I do hope none of you are squeamish.”

Bringing the blade to Zoron’s chest, Rhylance made an incision that went from the neckline to just below the heart. The patient’s chest now open, he took a small magnetic instrument and carefully inserted the humming tip into the incision.

“What are you doing?” A nearby Taldryan Jedi asked as his face paled.

“There are metal fragments dangerously close to his heart. This tool will help to extract those fragments before they take his life,” Rhylance explained, annoyance dripping in his words. “Now I need all of you to shut up so I can do my work and save his life.”

Over the next fifteen minutes, fragment after fragment was removed from Zoron’s chest. Taking a small spray bottle of bluish liquid, the medic prayed the area of the incision, and slowly the skin began to heal. Rhylance took two syringes, one with a blue liquid, and the other with a red one and injected both into Zoron’s chest.

A nearby monitor, which had been keeping tabs on the Proconsul’s vitals, showed that his heartbeat was stabilizing into a natural rhythm. The onlookers watched in awe as Rhylance continued to treat the various gashes and burns that littered the patient’s body. After an hour of intense concentration, the Chiss finally seemed to be finished. He was covered in Zoron’s blood, but seemed completely undisturbed by the notion of it.

“He should be fine. There may be further damage that I haven’t picked up on and there is no way of knowing how long it may take for him to awaken, but Zoron should live. I do need to take him to a private room, so that he may heal in peace. As our Savior, he deserves that much.”

As the Chiss turned away to escort the sleeping Seer, no one noticed the slight smirk that had momentarily emerged on his face. The Chiss thought back to the moment he found Zoron, who had regained consciousness for a short time. … “Major…you need to tell the others….two messages….I received two messages before the explosion. Odan Urr is coming. I reached out to them…they must help us…and we must go with them.”

“I understand, sir.” Rhylance answered, false concern covering his face. The bodies of the other officers lay upon the floor. “And the other?”

“We have an inside man. Aiden Lee Deshra…he is still alive…he is still our ally…he will send word on their movements…he will…”

Zoron passed out before he could finished relaying the message, but Rhylance had heard enough. He had waited so long for a moment like this. A moment where he could make his move. Taldryan needed new leadership, and no one would stand in his way.

…

After closing the door behind them Rhylance pushed the hovering stretcher against a nearby wall. He dug into his coat and revealed a glowing, green vial and an empty syringe. He filled the tube with the liquid and pierced the needle into the Proconsul’s neck.

“Do not worry, Zoron. This will not kill you. You just won’t be awake for a time. I have plans for Taldryan, and I cannot allow you to stand in my way. The people respect you far too much to follow me. So, you must be out of the equation.”

Rhylance turned to walk out of the room. As he approached the door, he turned his bespeckled face towards Zoron’s’ unmoving form.

“Sleep tight, my lord.”

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Karufr

8 hours after initial onslaught

Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor panted in exhaustion. The Taldryan Prophet had been fighting wave after wave of the Iron legion's forces, his knowledge and experience keeping him alive for these many hours. Yacks held his lightsaber tight in his grasp as he hobbled down the darkened corridor towards his private spacecraft. Blood dripped down his forehead and chest. His robes were nearly in tatters, and his left arm had clear signs of battle covering it.

Anger, sadness, disbelief, and fear ravaged his mind as visions of his past flashed before his eyes. For years this hardened Sith had fought alongside his dearest friend. Over many battles a bond, forged in fire, had grown strong between himself and the Justicar. Together, they had taken the name Taldryan to unprecedented heights of glory, and became heroes to their underlings.

But after today, this bond he held so dear had been shattered. No one was more surprised than Keirdagh when Jac attacked his Clan. Jac, who so famously fought for Taldryan, was now the cause of its near destruction. It seemed his dear friend wanted him dead, and Yacks refused to give Jac that satisfaction.

As the Sith limped towards his hidden hangar bay, he sensed trouble coming his way. In his injured state, Yacks knew he would be unable to outrun the newest squad of Legionnaires who were after him. His proud demeanor never faltered as the grey haired Sith activated his golden blade once more. A part of him felt dirty, fighting with this weapon. A grand achievement he once held to the highest regard now left his with a sickened feeling in his chest. He would take this trophy and kill as many Legionnaires, and brotherhood members who remained loyal to Pravus, as he could.

As the squadron of soldiers burst down the hallways, they fired their weapons at the Taldryan. Expertly, Yacks waved his golden blade around, deflecting and blocking each bolt with trained accuracy. As the soldiers closed the gap between them, few threw away their blasters and took out their riot gear. Their batons sprang to life with an electrical hum, and they lunged and swung their gear at the old Prophet.

“I’ll kill you all!”

Yacks swerved between the blows, impaling a nearby trooper through the chest, snuffing out his life. He ripped his blade from the fallen trooper and tore through another. His emerald blade flew from its sheath and stuck itself through the neck of another victim. The Taldrya was like a whirlwind as he fought through the carnage around him. But the constant bombardments were taking their toll. Yacks could feel himself growing slower; weaker. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer.

As the Prophet tore through two more legionnaires, a stray blaster bolt hit him in the leg. Sharp pain shot through his body as he dropped to his knee. Seeing an approaching group of soldiers, the Taldrya will himself up to his feet and continued his defense. His reflexes slowed as he ripped through soldier after soldier. His vision blurred slightly, as his breath deepened. Keirdagh’s eyes went wide as he could feel a dark presence behind him. Warnings of danger clouded his mind as he tried to turn to defend himself. It was a trap!

Lightning crashed into the Prophet. Every nerve in his body reacted, and the pain was unimaginable as the Taldryan’s body began to smoke. When the lightning stopped, he found himself sprawled on the floor surrounded by troopers whose weapons were trained on his fallen form.

“Do it you cowards!” He spat.

“Oh, my lord Taldrya, we are not here to kill you.” A chuckling voice said from behind him. A hooded figure stepped forward, the armor of a High Inquisitor covering his visage.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our Justicar, Jac Cotelin, requested that you be captured and taken directly to him. So, I apologize Yacks, but you are not dying at this moment. You get to live with the knowledge that you were powerless to stop the destruction of this Clan. This clan, which you held so dear to you. So dear that you were willing to betray everything you stood for as part of the great brotherhood to which we belong.”

Yacks eyes widened.

“Death is too good for a traitor like you. No, torture is in your future. And then, only once every last Taldryan has been wiped from existence will you be allowed to die.” The hooded figures red eyes blazed from beneath his hood. “Take this trash to The Suffering.”

Two troopers picked up the still smoking body of Yacks, whose head hung, hiding the fury in his eyes. He wouldn’t be a prisoner for long.

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Karufr,

Underground Bunkers,

Assembly Area,

The room was assaulted by the sounds of impassioned shouting. The remains of Clan Taldryan were gathered in a large room, arguing about how to handle the precarious and dire situation that they all faced. With the assault that Jac and the Iron Legion continued raining down upon their planet, and the blockade that surrounded them, all hope seemed lost.

“We have to run, we have to at least try to escape!”

“You’re talking suicide. If we are going to die, we should at least go down fighting, and not running like a coward!”

“Oh and we should follow you should we ?”

The shouting continued for nearly three hours, when as the cries of outrage, fear, and anger dulled from exhaustion, Major Rhylance took to the center of the room before calling the inhabitants to silence.

“Everyone listen for a moment if you please. We are alone in this fight. No help is coming to us.”

“And how do you know this, Chiss?” A hooded figure asked from the corner of the assembly.

“Think logically you fool. The Iron Legion is at our doorstep. There is a blockade surrounding us. Who would be daft enough to sacrifice their lives to save our Clan?”

The room grew silent under Rhylance’s inferences. The blue skinned Chiss turned slowly and looked at the many frightened denizens of Taldryan, and Karufr around him.

“We are alone. Betrayed by Jac, and the Brotherhood we were supposed to trust. The Iron throne has set its sights on us.” As the Major spoke his voice grew louder and more impassioned. “And where are our elders? The ones who are supposed to keep us safe?The ones we are supposed to turn to for guidance? They have abandoned us, left us to our fate. They are not here, but we are. We are still here Taldryan. And we have a moment, a chance to escape. A chance to break free for the tyranny and persecution of Pravus, and Jac, and the Iron Legion!”

The faces surrounding Rhylance changed one by one. Gone were the terrified expressions of the lost, and angry. Now their faces were set with determination.

“So let us go, Taldryan! Let us leave this planet behind, and we will show all who have taken the first steps towards our annihilation that we will NOT be trifled with. We will not Falter! Taldryan will Survive This Day!”

The room around the Chiss broke into resounding applause. Though there were some who looked at Rhylance and saw only manipulation, the majority of the fallen clan had just decided upon a new leader. A new representative for Taldryan had been selected. And the Galaxy would remember the Medical Science Office who became Consul of Clan Taldryan.

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Welcome Taldryan to the Second Round of Breaking Point.

During the First Round strides were made, Battles were won, Fights were lost. As we continue moving forward let's continue to show that it is still anyone’s game. A full report on the standings will be giving at the conclusion of this event!

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Here is a list of all of the Round 2 Competitions.

Round2:

Fiction 2:

Graphics 2:

Flash-game 2:

Poetry 2:

Trivia 2:

Event Long

Battleplan:

Gaming:

Good luck to all of you. and member to DO ALL THE THINGS! Continuing On, Breaking Point!