The Andromeda Galaxy

Kinara turned, Eyes locking with the woman. "General works fine." she said as she examined the woman, trying to discern who she was. Then it hit her as those eyes became clearer. Kinara smiled "Aunt Kara." Kinara moved quickly to hug the woman.

"General! We've punched through the Sith Fleet, orders?" the comms blared.

"Send the Bombers and Fighters first, Clear LZ's for the Shuttles, Drop Pods, and Acclamators." she responded. The entire fleet began to move. It was at that time that a Reinforcement Sith Fleet appeared out of Hyperspace right over Kinara's fleet. However in retaliation, the Assertor appeared as well, it's countless Batteries opening up on the Fleet and decimating it as the Sabre Classes assisted with cleaning up the Reinforcement fleet. Soon it was in shambles as well, with numerous ships captured, and the rest destroyed.

With that done, the entire fleet resumed landing actions, with the transports flooding the area as they headed into the Atmosphere, and for now, two Acclamators followed, aiming to land unload two legions of Clones while the rest aided in the mop-up and blockade of the planet while the siege took place.

"So, Auntie Kara. What brings you to my humble Fleet?" Kinara turned to her Aunt, having some Clones pull up a comfortable chair as she herself sat in her Captain's Chair, turning to face her Aunt.

"Niece it shall be" Kara said then before getting engulfed into a hug by Kinara, the younger woman was strong for sure. by Moorja standards she was quite young too. Yet a young woman for sure, Breaking the hug the two soon sat down as Kinara gave out orders. Lifting a hand kara asked simply "Could you have them focus on securing the smallest Massi Temple ?.... According to a holocron in possession of a fellow Master, there is another hidden within. I would like it intact at all possible"

"In some ways, what brought me here... you did. And also the Holocron on the planet. But the truth is, its been too long and the Empire is on edge. And I am rather surprised that you are fighting along side clones.... of.... you ?" After Order 66 Kara had distrusted Clones of any kind, however certan clone commandos had gone against the order on their own. She waved a hand, that didnt matter right then.

"So dear Niece... How in the stars did you survive Order 66 ?" Of course Order 66 was 14 years before. "If you recall I was not at the temple for a year, I went to Denon on sabatical.... you have..... a cousin. You arent alone amymore out here in the stars. Some of the order survived A good dozen of us are on Arda 3, One is the owner of the same maker of this starship... nerver the less. the main reason I am here.... is you. The last time I saw you, you were but a eight year old girl... in rags...."

But then there was a pressing matter, kara had no idea her sister had died, and that Kinara was trying to get the rocks and rubble that had killed her off of her body. She then saw Androths lightsaber on Kinaras hip. "I see you have it. And if you have it, it means.... Androth has passed on ?" gently lifting her hand she called the weapon to her hand with the Force.

"All Temples are never harmed. It's a protocol I've programmed into the Clones, well, had programmed. Temples usually have things of value that can be sold to museums or collectors." Kinara stated, leaning back in her chair. "And yes, they're all clones of me. Who better to trust but myself? Don't worry they're all non-force sensitive, and completely loyal. They make the Clones the Republic had look like untrained militia-men."

"Landing Zones Secured; Setting up F.O.B's."

Kinara nodded, and Kaal continued to relay orders. "How'd I survive? By hiding right under the Empires nose as a working girl. A popular one. I made a lot of money... was a busy gal. Luckily I didn't get pregnant." she said. "Otherwise, I roamed around a lot, got myself sold into slavery once or twice, almost died fifteen times, went back to being a working girl, and then made my official reappearance a few years ago when I ordered this Clone Army and started building my fleet." she explained, gesturing broadly to the spectacle around them.

As the lightsaber went to her Aunt's hand, Kinara nodded in response to her question. "Our first mission; Vinh cut him down in front of me. Hell if I know how I didn't die too. But yes... he's long dead; I'm going to keep that in my quarters as a memento to meditate on..... I do a lot of meditating." she shrugged, acting as if a minimum of 70 hours per average Week on Coruscant was no big deal.

"Most things of Jedi artefacts, as well as Sith artefacts, arent simply for collectors or museums." Kara simply stated. "Especially Holocrons. No telling what a simple collector or museum owner would react or cause with such a device." Infact if it werent the lightsabers, or the crystals, the Holocrons were the most important items in the Jedi Temples. Same with the Sith too, for a group that coveted secrets so much finding a single Sith Holocron was a simple miracle in and of itself.

"You were gone from the Temple when I rescued the Younglings I could. I had a nightmare, a vision through the Force. I dreamed I saw deatrh, fire, betrayal. When I woke, I went to my fellow Masters, those who trusted my words as truth went with me, with their Padawans, and we rescued half a dozen Younglings a year or less old and took them with us to Arda 3" Kara said, her hands going over the lightsaber hilt carefully, taking in every detail. Trust Androth to go with the standard hilt pattern.

"When you resurfaced the Empire had found itself a credible threat. You, your army. What do you plan or seek to gain from all this ? Was this the Jedi Way ? The path of a Jedi or Sith is frought with unknown dangers. Androth didnt manage to teach you before he was cut down the most ctitical things of the order, Someone else did. You meditated so much it made many of the Masters and the Councils, worry about you." Kara then stood up, still holding Androths weapon she started pacing thoughtfully upon the bridge of the massive ship.

"There are many problems within this galaxy, Laying seige to a single Sith world is something you seek for what gain ? Revenge ? An old threat ? A bad dream ? A score to settle.... No. Androth would not have wanted you to go therough this. Not for him, or for you, or for vengence. Had I the chance I myself would have trained you. But I did not. I am glad for what training he imparted onto you." She activated the blade, it sprang to vibrant life, a basic shade of green.

With the blade lit between them Kara spoke anew "From what I heard from the other Masters, a nerwly minted Knight, and former pupile of the Dark Woman. A Cathar named Snoowbund Sunrider, became your Master. With Androth first teaching you, it came full circle." As she spoke she moved the blade, forming a circle. First he was a Youngling. "My master saw me to Knighthood. At the same time I took the trials Androth had attained time for trhe Padawan Trials... heh... he was close to being let go from the order had I not chose him. He was a good learner..... And a good friend.
Seeing him pass the Trials to Knighthood elevated myself to Jedi Master." her hand then went to her hair, removing from it the hairband letting her hair loose she held the braided hair to Kinara to see. "This was his Padawan Braid. Upon becoming a Knight he picked it up from the floor after it was caught, and presented it to me as a sign of thanks, he insisted I keep it"

Kara had no idea that Kinara was going to do the same thing as she held it out to her to see. Androth as a Padawan had some streaks of gold and purple as well as white and brown of his natural hair color in the braid. And it was rather long. But through the use of the Force Kara had turned it into something of a proper hairband to hold her hair in place.

Kinara was quiet for most of Kara's speech, blinking in minor annoyance as Androth's blade was ignited without that much of a reason. She turned her chair as she followed Kara as the woman paced around the bridge. Comms went off wildly as Kaal monitored the whole invasion; resistance was heavy, but the Clones weren't suffering any losses as their armor did its job all too well.

Her face went grim though, at the reveal of Androth being Kara's padawan. Kinara's Emerald eyes trailed to the ground and she sat in thought for a moment, looking back up to her. "I only knew Androth for a short while; I never grew that much of a bond with him as I would have liked."

Gesturing broadly to the spectacle around them, Kinara then chuckled. "I never claimed to be a Jedi anymore. I remember what my Masters have taught me, but I have grown much beyond them. I've discovered things Snowbund was too drunk to teach me, I've mastered Soresu, I'm branching out into other styles... I'm not a Jedi anymore; I walk the thin line between Light and Dark, drawing from both as I seek to rid the universe of the Sith and other sources of Darkness. Call me what you will, but after being Knighted, order 66 came, and I went into hiding. The order is dead, and I cannot in good conscious call myself a Jedi Knight after what I had to do to survive." she spoke calmly.

"That doesn't mean I don't still abide by the rules of the Jedi Code, some of them, at least. But this way, I am free to live as I please; without a code to hold me back I am capable of doing what I feel needs to be done; what the Force wills me through my meditations." she did not stand, but her point was clear.

"He was a good friend, and a good teacher" The relationship between Padawan and Master was two fold, both of them were students of each other. That meant that even though Kara took him on when he was about to fully leave the Order as no Master had chosen him whatsoever until she arrived as if guided to do so. She in turn learned from him as much as he learned from her.

"You know the power of the Force, you have dabbled in both the Light and the Dark, niether the Code of the Jedi nor the Sith hold you back, you havbe an army. To the Empire, you're a threat. But to me.... You're family." Kara said, she smiled thinly however seeing the annoyance in Kinaras eyes, sensing it around her. "I see Androth did manage to teach you something before he died. That is good."

She turned back to the view from the bridge windows. "You are upset, Kinara Kaal. You lay siege to this world. Yet something else is driving you, Revenge ? That is not the Jedi way, Justice ? That is not the Sith way. And you are upset....." She turned back to her niece. "With me."

The brilliant green eyes glittered as she spoke. "Is it because of what I have done ? Didnt your own master do it when you presented your weapon to her ?" Activating Androths lightsaber, every Master did it when presented with it by their Padawan. "Do you even know why Snowbund Sunrider is a drunk ?"

"The common sense of drawing a blade without the intent to use it isn't something Androth taught me... I figured that out myself, in my own studies. I'm upset because you drew my Master's Blade without the intent to use it. I'm invading a Sith World for the sake of hunting down and destroying the Sith as a way of purifying the Force; to remove the Cloud the Dark-Side throws over my visions, that I may work more diligently in keeping Balance. I don't care why Snowbund is Drunk; I feel it isn't my place to know." as she spoke she rose to her feet and the ship rumbled subtly from the Force boiling within her.

"I may forgive you, if you put that blade to use in a sparring match. If anything, it will pass time while my Invasion of the planet takes place."

"Um... Ma'am... if I may; this isn't the best place to duel." Kaal spoke timidly from the holo-map of the field.

Kinara nodded, and jerked a thumb towards the elevator door that would lead them to the main Hangar, where there would be plenty of space to have a short sparring match.

deep within the void of the Andromeda, far from any inhabited systems, a once dormant Webway gate began to sluggishly power up, the psychoactive crystals dotting the colossal crescent moon shaped gateway. these Crystals began to glow as their deep hidden power returned to them, and one by one each crystal began to shine brilliantly, almost like stars.

this process had taken little more than two minutes before, from the inner ring of the crescent, azure blue lightning of psykic power arched towards the center where it would peel back the blackness of the void into a turquoise blue portal, and from the twisting tunnels of the webway.

First of the ships to exit the webway gate were the Mírandon's battleship escorts and cruisers, followed by the lighter class ships and then Mírandon itself, the craftworld only just fit within the gateway. the colossal 'world ship' slower than its defenders but just as graceful as those ships almost a school of fish that swam around a much larger beast.



across the hull of the Mírandon its 'habitats' housing millions of Aeldari who wished to stay aboard the craftworld that had for so many millennia been their home and granted them safety. cities with a view to the void constructed from wraithbone. a psycho-reactive material, incredibly strong, highly resistant to damage, limited self-repair, and with the right psykic presence malleable to any form the Bonesingers so desire.

From the chamber of the autarchs, Vallek and his council watched the transition and solemnly looked to one another.

"the last time we left Myran was some nine thousand years ago, how are you so sure that we do so without risking the secrecy of our home?" one of the council spoke up.

The rest looked from Vallek whom clad in his heavy aspect armour and his blade at his waist. "I'm not, we leave Myran under the care of half the fleet, as we always have...however the Farseers have cast their runes and in time we will have no choice but to abandon Myran... unless we set out to alter the course of fate." Vallek stood up and walked away from the circle looking out into the void across the length of the craftworld. "I do so, knowing that I risk every man, woman, and child aboard the craftworld. and it is for that reason that any and all threats will be dealt with."

a unifying nod of agreement went about the council and the autarchs dispersed to meditate the details of the council, train or watch over the craftworld.

"Kaileth, I sensed your entry hours ago" he turned to watch the cloaked pathfinder step forward from his hiding spot, the relic long rifle hung from the pathfinder's shoulder, there was no chatter between the two, but to scholars of the Imperium of man, it was known that the Aeldari could hold entire conversations based off body language alone, the language of the Eldar was beyond any complete understanding the Imperium, one subtle tone in voice or shift in body could be the difference of inviting death or leaving the meeting alive.

"many of the autarchs are afraid, and so are you Vallek" Kaileth broke the silence. "of course we are, we have no idea where this webway path has brought us. But, I believe you're about to tell me all I need to know." Vallek said seriously and Kaileth nodded

"you've entered the Multiverse, and there are many empires and dominions of power seeking control or influence."

Creatures of the Fallen Emperor were ones created with imperialist expansion which changed little by their association with the Living Emperor. However without the fallen emperor in the nascent years of the creature known as Myrkul's Vein its exploration was a thing devoid of nationalism and had apathy toward the nonhuman. However this particular collective of creatures had their own form of the Webway though unable to cary mass and it was only a matter of time until they'd collided as Myrkul explored out from Terra. When it encountered, or rather by happenstance drilled into, a webway while threading its own potentials they quietly took it up under their own auspices. A throng of small mouse holes in the walls of broken sections of webway found it in a state of deep disrepair. Their resources proved compatible with its construction as repairs began in earnest. Some sections take up a purple hybrid hue among the wraithbone where splints of ferroplasm uncollapse broken ribs of the endless winding space.

Though protective walls exist between broken spaces they'd not yet purged the creatures from this place hadn't any quite yet. If the Living Emperor did not know about their activities it was simply that he had not looked or asked. The creatures underneath the overbeing toiled endlessly in all reaches of their territory but did not report unless asked explicitly. There were several large purple sections where the creatures had refurbished a destroyed portion. They navigated around runes of power sealing sections away digging between aged wounds to extend accessibility between sealed cleansed tunnels until they learned how to gain access. They were not creatures that smashed existing architecture merely because it was in the way and simply maintained the walls keeping them out from their own side.

As such far flung reaches weren't out of notice though not nearly as dense with servitors. At a point just outside the system a creature normally busied with digging new channels instead busied herself instead with designing a Webway compatible psychoportation locus. It would be necessary when Myrkul's core gate was completed that they did not damage the existing tunnels by expansion of their mouse-holes within it. Easily the diameter of a battle barge's furthest width and her a head slightly more so four huge eyes spy her targets of interest in vertical or horizontal pairs. Her body of bony scales emerges from a hole in reality around where a skeletonized ferroplasm superstructure takes shape. Her own will holding the transected channel open while they construct the ring about her long body. Small black-robed humanoids walk across the metallic surface absent any protection from the vacuum as small novas of psionic metacreativity manufactures assemblies for those servitors to install. Given bits of free-floating seared debris and small human-sized worms moving between them to consume bits of ruined Webway fauna it's clear that this particular research has been a long time ongoing. The gate here likely for similar reasons as her choosing it given a place away from interfering living creatures and their noisy emanations. Eldrylth did not care to carry any ostentatious imperial markings of the Living Emperor as did Tolyl. A lesser loyal first to Myrkul's Vein and humankind as a whole.

The sparks stop for a moment as those slit-eyes look toward a whisper of activity from the Webway gate. Has something put it to use? Her awareness connected to small purple weapons adhered to the gate, much like an array of weaponized barnacles along repaired sections, warm up to try to scry the worldship and quantify its nature. The minimally intelligent servitor weapons were organized for psionic hardening not adaptability and they'd conclude shortly even by passive inspection that the ships were neither tainted nor demonkind. They would thereby stand down. Minimal curiosity sated the lesser of Myrkul simply detached her awareness then resumed weaving new manifolds. Humankind doing as they willed, she hoped they would be quiet.

"or peace, though far and few between"

Vallek stopped to think on that one word and turned to face the exile "Peace? our race has known naught but survival and destruction for ten millennia..." Vallek shook his head and raised a hand to stop Kaileth from continuing "do you sense that presence?" Kaileth turned to the void and focused upon his psykic senses. "another being of great psykic power?"

though Vallek and Kaileth weren't the only ones to notice the presence of the Myrkul and the Myrkul, those with any form of psychic or psyker presence would feel the tens of millions of Aeldari aboard the craftworld, most almost latent, others far more powerful as they walk the path of the seer. Vallek marched from the council chambers and made his way towards the crystal sanctum.

the fleet had fallen into its defensive posture but by further study, most would realize that this 'posture' or fleet positioning was the normal flight paths around the craftworld, fighter craft swarmed around the craftworld watching all angles, sending and receiving psykic orders and updates to one another.

Vallek soon arrived at the sanctum of the seers, the crystalline structure glistening in the light as small psykic spiders paced across the surface, within and walking towards the central temple Vallek would see the hundreds of Farseers and Warlocks who had given their lives to the craftworld, their bodies 'frozen' in time as the physical form had turned to crystal, all in a posture of meditation, their runic robes and ghost helms fused to the crystal. deep within, Vallek and Kaileth would come across the farseers surrounded each by their own council of warlocks, casting the runes of fate and reading the strands of fate and time.

to disturb the 'ceremony' would invite the wrath of the warlocks. and so the two would have to wait or investigate without the presience of the farseers.

The noise of that many minds reached her in a tide of melody. It wasn't the cacophonous riot that humankind were prone to. Still, it disturbed her work so thus inclined to stop for now. These were in concordance to at least some degree. A stronger force some backing of intellects within the ship to stabilize the whole. A purpose not wholly unfamiliar to the creatures of Myrkul's Vein. Though peculiarities of the ship's inhabitants had hallmarks of other finds of hers. Remnants among her duties to tend broken souls found by Myrkul among aetherkind. Particularly in recent demonkind she did not object as she rather enjoyed puzzles. Some managed to come forth from the dross whole enough that they repairs were not impossible. Some remnants too long crumbled see little more than amalgam into a favored template. Amalgam of pieces from unnameable souls had some semblance of affinity for their kin. Yet little evidence of an intelligent being. In whole their souls all had some sort of the same self-inflicted wound. Seen to her by a concordance of one kind or another. Each stuck out like a troupe of odd clothed foreign actors with a uniform limp.

Some of them arrive instead within small stones pocketed by demons. Attendant parts with some but forbidden to rekindle nonhumankind she saw them disposed. So Eldrylth's diligent eye shapes their new template around the souls instead. Imprisoning them in a rock seemed more akin to aetherkind efficient though it was. Some souls were too tainted even before they died but seemed of a kind nonetheless. The template couldn't sustain real sapient thought but by this did not break dicta. She couldn't return them to a cognizant bodied form. It did halt the degradation of their limping soul at least and some of them could then still heal the scars. Repair of nonhumankind was never perfect. Otherwise the agreeable ones stored away tending to themselves. Food dropped from the sky to see the templates fed until deciding what to do with them. In this case she would now return them to their own.

Within her inworld from that blue sky her attention then went. Where the creatures and soul anchors lie resting. The anchors incomplete puzzles she'd not yet finished. Near woody pedestals in a grassy bright place of a sunless blue sky small fireflies emerge. Each a psychoportation loci that flit off to all targets. Most head at a tall pine of irrational height small pale squirrels with pointy tufted ears roam free. The fireflies separate and circle around each as she waits for all to find their targets. Some of the more intact souls look a critical eye at the object they know as part of the Eldrylth. Others either hid or chased as raw instinct of the template reacted.

The rest were easier to find. Amalgams reincarnated their templates as pups with some ceaseless repetition. The small pups huddled in nests arranged by the discerning few. The nature of what was wrong with the amalgam wasn't clear to her despite a passing interest. At least the mewling creatures were always in one place for the keen-eyed ones to tend to. Last were black squirrels below in iron cages that rattle and froth at the fireflies. That did them little good as weak as she made their templates. Each marked with some symbol Eldrylth was aware they identified with. She assumed them known enough to warn their kind. Offended by their natures tainted by demonkind she'd scraped their housing template clean. No wells of accessible power left in their frame when building templates. Far more a prison than the stones she'd found in some demonkind's pocket.

Back in space an eye and awareness went to the direction of the craftworld. Eldrylth's massive head pivoted away from her work to an empty space nearby to work. A basal maw flares raw metacreativity using bound psimass to will shard into form. Initial chaotic volumes assemble a small bulb of aluminosilicate. The templates did need to eat and breathe to harden atmosphere against space. Both materials plentiful in the belts the form consuming little of her resources. As the last shards assembled more fireflies of psychoportation appear inside. Clods of dirt and grass fall from flares into the sphere.

Atop the patchwork quilt of manifested grass the migrants the last to arrive. Alarmed pale squirrels and those unmoved critical eyes forced by transition inside. Some looked up at Eldrylth then collected the amalgam pups that arrived. Black ones arrive in a sturdy isolation a large cage with metal iron bars. Each bar far heavier than their scoured template's meagre strength. A screeching throng of anger with house symbols showing in the fur of their heads. The quieter squirrels looking on with distaste as some of the panicked stop to chatter at them.

The template she'd built any of them hadn't the ability to respond to a deep psionic voice. Though as she talked she pondered the those steel-eyed ones in particular.

Their critical eye had much to say as she talks, "Nonhumankind, those are your own and from now I wash myself of you to them. I return to you names that belong to you though some now only exist in the amalgams."

Small blue shards flicker into existence and clink into the center of the grassy dome. Each emblazoned with names she'd recovered in the progress of templating them. Though glad to be rid of them constant reformation of amalgams was tiring. As she impulsed them in the direction of the worldship she did have a wistful moment. As one does when giving away toys.

The warlocks or seers less enthused by any reasonable estimation. A creeping sphere came with some of the aetheric construct squirrels now busied. Some of the critical eyed holding functional eldar souls dug through the pile. As they found their proper names and remembered themselves once more. Threads that fate deigned to have cut reaching out to fuse to fate once more.

Kurt Bannon arrives, coming from Space.

Kurt Bannon has left the area, heading in into Taiyou Space.

Meteor materializes from the void.

Meteor vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.

Eldrylth felt the ripple in her consciousnesses as Myrkul began emigration from Genesis. Even she found the plane a bland if pleasant void. Utterly pure and untouchable it was a pretty stone unable to grow. Though particular things in reality of immense intensity shook the fabric of the immaterium. Things that should not persist for so long lest it degenerate the basal layers of reality. Where reality would open a bleeding sore just to inhibit such a thing to ever be. The dragon curled about her project of studying the Eldar gate slowly looked to the distant field where such a ripples washed over her. The gate would have to wait. A focus to open pinpoints of psychoportation locus she called her servitors back. The coiled lesser of myrkul elongated as the transection drive buried with her form alit to slip between reality.

Unnamed Dimension arrives, as if on queue.

"Planar Transection Wake" engages its warp drive, vanishing before your eyes.

AUK-53 has arrived, coming from Taiyou Space.

AUK-53 has left the area, heading out into Intergalactic Space.