Star Wars Days of Carnage

Carnage Day

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away...

It was late afternoon when the Jedi Council was talking to the Supreme Chancellor about a revolution on Ryloth. But then the Masters collectively grabbed their heads and temples as the Chancellor still continued to speak. "The situation in Lessu is slowly getting out of control, the local security units need immediate.... Master Blacos? Is everything alright?" He frowned in confusion and looked around the room. All 12 Masters had their faces contorted in silent pain, they all felt the same. The same ineffable pain. Just then, a Jedi guard from the entrance halls joined in the conversation. "Sorry to disturb you, my masters, but the Sith have entered the Temple!" the guard's voice dripped with panic. But when his hologram then went out again, the Masters could only hear his deafening scream of agony. The Grand Master of the Order gave a reply through clenched teeth. "Forgive us Supreme Chancellor, but the Temple is under attack... we must protect our children..." the Chancellor nodded curtly. "But of course, I immediately notified the security forces. May the Force be with you" With that, the hologram went out and under great force of will, the Masters calmed their tense connection to the Force, feeling their comrades lose their lives one by one. The Jedi High Council gave the order to evacuate the younglings, but would it do any good? Or was it already too late?

They rushed to the battlefield that had once been the beautiful entrance halls. They had to fight, not only to protect themselves, but also to protect future generations of Jedi and the Order itself. But by the time they got there, it was already too late, their sanctuary, their home and the Order had already been desecrated, many of their Order members lying lifeless on the ground. Not only were their masters, their knights and Padawans mercilessly and brutally executed, but also the unarmed younglings lay next to the other corpses, their eyes wide open, fear and terror marked on their rigid, pale faces. In the middle of the massacre stood the heralded Sith, smiling down at the corpses of the fallen Jedi. In his right hand was his blood-red lightsaber, while with his left he held a Twi'lek youth, a small boy of just 5 years, by the throat. Thick tears ran down the boy's cheeks. Then the Butcher raised his lightsaber to the level of the heart, a quick swipe and the lightsaber went through the boy. The precious light in the eyes went out and the body went limp. The Sith then retracted his lightsaber and simply dropped the boy to the ground as if he was just a broken toy to be discarded later. The now dead body at his feet cooled and it seemed as if the Sith absorbed the boy's life energy.

The Masters of the Council were outraged and the Master of the Order raised his voice: "You dare to desecrate our sanctuary, slaughter our children?! Your arrogance blinds you Sith! For you have desecrated sacred ground and now you will pay the price!!!" and ignited his blue lightsaber. After he did so, all his council members did the same. Most were cocky, after all it was twelve against one. The dark lord now slowly turned to the council members. The grin still adorned his face and he raised his voice, which sounded quite calm and composed. Too calm and composed that the Jedi Masters felt they were talking to a dead man, "To challenge me is as wanton as it is foolish. These children," the Sith referred not only to the younglings and Padawans, but also to the Knights and Masters, "were no challenge to me. Perhaps you are, and perhaps it will be even more fun to kill you one by one and watch you despair." Now the Sith too extended his lightsaber again and, as if waiting for his signal, the soldiers of the Dark Lord of the Sith stepped from the shadows of the pillars to the Masters, enclosing them in a circle. On the balustrades, countless rifles were pointed at them from embrasures between the aisles. Sneering, the Dark Lord addressed the Masters. "Now, Master Jedi... are you ready to die?" a murderous smile was on his features and he raised his lightsaber to half height, ready to strike. The supreme master took a deep breath and went into the basic stance of Ataru, the fourth lightsaber form. "There is no death, only the Force."