SANDAL'S JOURNAL: Life has come to a standstill of sorts. I spend my days tending to the baby, @Tifa_Maximus, who surprises me with how smart she is. She definitely looks like both @corden_maximusand I. She has my cheekbones, his hair, and my smile. It's a tad bittersweet because she is already starting to display a Force ability, telepathy. I am worried because of the history of the Jedi and Sith. They always try to take the child away and raise it in their own beliefs. I would be proud if she choose the way of the Jedi but will she? And if she does, she will never lead a normal life. Well, being a Force sensitive or Force user, one never really has a normal life, as I have come to believe. But those problems are a long ways away. It depresses me to think of them, actually. I am trying to spend each day, living life to its fullest. Corden has been preoccupied as of late, but visits when he can. And we are fortunate to have such good friends around. Do I miss being a Rebellion spy? Somewhat. Do I love being a mother? Absolutely. Do I feel like I have let down my fellow Rebels? I don't know the answer to that. It is said that spies do not retire. They simply go into hiding, and for good. The few instances where the Imperials have gotten close to finding me, I have managed to escape. But I am no more of a threat to them than any other Kiffar. I have no more business with them or the Rebels. If I were to be taken prisoner by the Imperials, all of the information I have would be outdated at this point. It would be worthless to even come after me. I assume there is still a bounty on my head. I believe Corden cleared it once, but who knows if I got another placed on me. Look at me, rambling. As I always do. Well, mother is still engaged in her diplomatic work and a bit disappointed that I stopped my own. She never quite understood what raising a family truly meant. After all, I spent my childhood at a monestary most days. Corden's buire are doing fine on Tattooine. They invested in a moisture farm and says it shall provide a nice nest egg for retirement. Although Corden's father just will never stop working, so I am sure they are set for the rest of their cycles. As for me, I have been spending it with the baby in various safehouses. My friends love playing with her, and it gives me much needed R&R. Not to be mean, but the baby just will not stop tele-babbling. It's constant. And at her age, most children actually voice words, but she insists on speaking through telepathic images. It's exhausting answering her. And wherever I go, she can find me. *sigh* but at least I know if she is chattering to me, she is safe and happy. And that is what matters. Well, I had better get back to my reading. I have about 30 minutes before Tifa wakes up and starts chatting away. ** SANDAL

CORDEN'S STORYLINE: The Kyrt'sad Base

Sandal Maximus' Journal

It appears our ad'ika (@_JMalik) took matters into his own hands and single-handedly attacked a Kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) base.  Sometimes I think the ad'ika, Joey, takes after his adopted father more and more each day. Joey apparently got all of Corden's recklessness and none of my reserved nature. I worry about our son everyday, but I have faith in the Force that Joey will overcome and be okay. I do, however, pray to the Maker for Joey's safe return each night. 

In the strange turn of events, Joey was in Kyrt'sad space and found himself a captive of the Death Watch. Or rather, should I say it, they were unknowingly his captive. He nearly wiped them out. Only General Xenen Kaori (@Kyrtsad) and his daughter Mali (@DW_Mali) escaped successfully. Joey, you see, has abilities that are not known here in our galaxy. It appears Xenen and Mali underestimated Joey and lost a base and some of their crew as a result.  

But what matters to me is not the destruction of the base, only that Joey is safe. Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) and I are safe on a ship in orbit around the Mandalorian homeworld of Manda'yaim, and currently visit with my husband at night when most of the crew is asleep.  My husband (@Corden_Maximus) still maintains his identity as Oram Merev, or the Mand'alor's personal assassin. How long he will maintain this ruse, I do not know. 

EDITORIAL: Re-load

Thank you all for following. Please note that the roleplaying has been on hiatus for a few months and probably a few more as our team re-groups. There have been small little roleplays here and there on various accounts, but nothing that I have really updated the blog with. Unfortunately, with real life happening, I have had less and less time to devote to this blog. I do appreciate that you check in and hopefully I will have something for you soon. However, I am on my out-of-character account at least once daily, so please feel free to follow that.  Thank you!

Corden's Storyline: The Return

This storyline has been roleplayed late into the morning, so many of you may have missed it. Unfortunately, it is pretty extensive so this is a summary of what happened. 


Summary


Corden resurrected. 


What were you expecting? That was it. *eyeroll* Fine... 


Extended Summary


The Kyrt'sad (@Akaan_DW) were in possession of Corden's body (@Corden_Maximus), which had the vital organs blown away by the pirates known as the Bloodscars.  Akaan sold the body to the Mandalorian mad scientist Demagol (@Demagol_).  It was there that Corden's body underwent a series of artificial organ replacements, essentially bringing him back to life. 


((DEMAGOL'S SOLO ROLEPLAY)) [Landing back on Osadia, Demagol orders his men to take the corpse of @corden_maximus to his private laboratory, not to be disturbed.] [Demagol sets the corpse on the slab closest to the bodily fluids cooler and deftly cuts off any fabric on Corden's body] A lot of damage.Not that it should prevent my work. [Motions for a Medroid to come over with his tools as he begins to remove the now useless parts]I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it's possible...I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it's possible...I'm going to bring the Mand'alor back to life.[Without delay, Demagol orders his men to begin fabricating polyeurothane replacement organs to his exact specifications as he preps the---melted and mangled edges of Corden's heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, and stomach for bonding with the artificial replacements]This will work.[As the men deliver the parts, Demagol finishes inserting a neural pacemaker into Corden's brain, preparing to jump-start the synapses]Good.[His skilled surgeon's hands make short work of reattatching the artificial organs, grafting Syntheskin to close his torso cavity. He ---places a series of electrodes on Corden's nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden's brain and---places a series of electrodes on Corden's nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden's brain and---That sends 50,000 volts coursing through @corden_maximus 's lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]-That sends 50,000 volts coursing through @corden_maximus 's lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]Instantly Demagol forces a breathing tube down Corden's throat,setting the electrodes to automatically shock him if needed]Ha! I have done the impossible! I have brought the dead back to life!


And now cyborg-zombie-Corden has resurrected!

With the help of Boss (@RC_Boss) and Dralin (@DralinVerda), they pay for the reanimated Corden and the story continued in their storylines. Unfortunately, it is a pain to cut-and-paste everyone's dialog so you are just going to have to read through their timelines to get the dialog.

Fast forward.

Corden's baby daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) recognizes his life force returning to the galaxy and immediately contacts him through the Force with the things she has learned from reading time with her mother, Sandal Maximus (@Sandal_Maximus).  Tifa, already communicating through the Force, sends Corden random thoughts, usually colors and shapes.  It is then that Corden decides to return home. Confused, exhausted, and dehydrated, his wife mistook him for a clone set-up by the Kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) or Imperials. She attacks Corden, but is stopped by Boss. And it then that Corden says Tifa has been contacting him, and knowing she never told anyone about Tifa's growing Force abilities, she knows it is really him. After a brief reunion, Sandal collapses on the bed, finally able to sleep.  Corden and Boss take Tifa to hang out in Sandal's bunker in the interim.

In the bunker, after everyone has rested, Corden and Boss discuss plans for the future. Corden wants a ship (The Chakaar) and some men to plan covert operations. And that is where the story resumes...

Editorial: Roleplaying as a Ravioli

This is completely separate from any storyline listed in this website, but was something silly I thought of today. I decided I was going to roleplay as a ravioli. And this is a metaphor for life.  But the important component of the story is for the reader to come to their own conclusions versus what I intended for it to be.  These are taken directly from my Tweets with little editing (although it could use it, but eh, I'm quite lazy today).  These were posted today under the #IAmARavioli hashtag.


Please enjoy!


I was once a crop of wheat, growing in the sun light. I was picked. That is when my transformation began. 
The machines tore my wheaty body into pieces, mixing it with other wheats, and soon we were all one. One doughy mass.
The machines changed my body, filled me with a gooey mass, stamped out a new form. I was reborn.
I traveled with others like me in a plastic vessel. It was like a womb. We felt safe and protected.
Hands grabbed us, shoved our home into the depths of a freezer. And there we sat for an eternity. Simply being ourselves.
We were beginning to show our age. The Makers decided to put us on clearance. A red sticker was applied to our plastic vessel.
And a small Maker peered at us, and said they wanted Ravioli for dinner. That is when we knew. Our name was Ravioli.
We were scanned by a red light, heard a beep, and pushed into a dark cavern filled with other non-Ravioli.
Tucked away for more time, we finally emerged. And that same tiny Maker squeeled with glee upon seeing us.
Held on the precipice, staring into the metal abyss, we were afraid as the steam hit us. Summoning our courage, we dove in.
The heat tempered our bodies. It cooked our insides. And when pulled out, we were softened and delicate.
Placed on a flat vessel, decorated with a red sauce, we were presented to the Little Maker. And we became one with it.
And then we became poop. Which was flushed into a waste treatment facility. We were sold to a Chinese farm as fertilizer. 
Now I am growing in a sunny field somewhere in China. I am now Bok Choi.

Corden's Storyline: Pride Lost - The New Chapter

Sandal Maximus' Private Journal


I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it. Every time I thought about getting revenge on the Blackscar leader, the one that in some way (albeit indirectly) contributed to my husband's unfortunate death, I just couldn't do it.  Sarge's (@RC_Sarge) words kept ringing in my mind, that this wasn't me. I wasn't one for revenge. Taking a life for a life was not the Jedi way. And he was right. Killing that pirate would have done nothing to bring Corden back. All it would have done was possibly ended the pirate's capacity to hurt others. But again, that was not the Jedi way. As he sat there, fear in his eyes, I saw in him a piece of myself. That human part within all of us. I saw him as an evil man only on the basis of his decisions based upon life circumstances, a product of his upbringing and his own temperment, not as a nameless thug. Bound as he was, he posed no threat to me any longer. He had already taken away that which destroyed me on the inside. There was nothing left to hate him with. I know this sounds strange, and maybe it is just the ramblings of a woman in grief, but I just couldn't do it.  I had already killed two that day.  And two souls are a lot to pray over.

After raiding the Bloodscar compound, I took the leader back to the Everser for Boss (@RC_Boss) and his associate Dralin (@DralinVerda) to deal with. My droids, Beskarad (@Beskarad) and KOSMOS (@_Kos_Mos) earned their rest that night.

After a good long bath, I spent the evening with our daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). The strange thing is I could have sworn Tifa mentally projected a picture of Corden's face into my mind, asking where he was. I chalk that one up to a lack of sleep recently, but if she were like me... if... then it would explain the feelings I have. The joy if she is indeed a Force-sensitive or Force-user... but also the dread of knowing the prison that having an ability in the Force could mean. And if she is, then it is my duty to train her how to use her natural gifts properly. It's the least I can do... for him.

Corden's Storyline: Pride Lost - Conclusion

This is written as an editorial to keep followers up with the story and not written from a particular character's perspective. If you have any questions regarding this storyline, please contact @Corden_Maximus on Twitter. Please note this storyline is intellectual property of the typist behind Corden Maximus, except for those components written by other typists. Thank you!

Out of desperation, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus) made a trip to a planet located in the Outer Rim in search of a rare flower that could perhaps, hold the key to unlocking his degenerative genetic illness. With the clock ticking, and unable to wait for his wife to manufacture healing serums, Corden took his comrade Rang Skirata (@TheRangSkirata) with him on the secret journey.  Unfortunately, this particular flower grew within the territory of a merciless pirate group known as the Bloodscars; thus the territory was fiercely protected to the extent that any intruder was killed on sight.

After locating the flower, Corden and Rang were discovered.  Although they tried to outrun the Bloodscars, it was too late.  Corden was killed and only Rang survived to return to the Haate vi Jorso'ran to inform Corden's wife (@Sandal_Maximus) of Corden's death.  However, at the time of Corden's death, Sandal immediately felt the life taken from his body and collapsed in her laboratory.  Her bodyguard, Sarge (@RC_Sarge) was alerted to her falling by his "man-down" indicator and immediately rushed to find her.  In the medbay, Rang informed Sarge that Corden had died.  

The following day, Sarge informed Sandal of what had happened.  That is when she told him that Corden came to her in a dream, telling her to take care of Tifa.  It was then she knew.  After release from the medbay, Sandal left Tifa with a relative as she began her grieving process.  

After his death, Corden sent pre-recorded messages to his good friends Rang and Boss (@RC_Boss).  These messages contained instructions on what Corden wanted done after his demise.  Rang was instructed to take his body for a proper burial, and Boss was instructed to become head of the military Corden had amassed.  Although given the helm of the Mand'alor, Boss was hesitant and decided against assuming the post himself.  Boss approached Sandal to tell her of Corden's wishes, and she relayed that her intention was to gain revenge for the death of her husband. 

In the interim, Akaan (@Akaan_dw) was sent to retrieve Corden's body from the pirates.

Corden's Storyline - Secret Serums

Sandal Maximus' Journal


I have been trying for weeks to develop a serum that will cure or reverse my husband's (@Corden_Maximus) symptoms, but to no avail. Every serum either temporarily aleviates his symptoms or worsens them. I rarely sleep, I barely have time for our daughter Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus), and each second ticks away in my mind as I worry if I will be too late.  My bodyguard, Sarge (@RC_Sarge), has been assisting in collecting new plant and mineral materials for the serums, and without his help, my research would be delayed further.

I remember hearing that crystals used for creating lightsabers could charge liquids with healing energies.  This is, of course, rarely spoken about and completely far-fetched, but in my desperation, I am willing to do anything at this point.  Each crystal, however, has a different structure and I have to be careful which I will be experimenting with.  None the less, that is the next part of my mission, to seek out healing crystals which I can use to "charge" the various serums with healing energies to enhance the serums and potions.

Corden's Storyline - Act Three - Pride Lost

Because Sandalphon Maximus (@Sandal_Maximus) is unaware of what happened recently with her husband Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus), this is not one of Sandal's journal entries but an update on the storyline for those who may have missed it.  This storyline is being written by the typist behind the Corden Maximus account and remains his intellectual property although it is being documented here for followers.

In Act Two, after tranquilizing Boss (@RC_Boss), Corden stepped into the darkness of space and drifted until he was picked up by a remote-controlled shuttle. It appears Corden's secret meeting with the mad Mandalorian doctor, Antos Wyrick (@Demagol_) was unsuccessful. Left with few alternatives to healing his genetic disease, Corden turns to the devil himself for help. At the beginning of Act Three, Corden is despondent. Knowing what he must do, out of sheer desperation, he contacts the ancient Sith Fanrek Andol (@Fanrek_Andol) for help. Corden fought Fanrek years prior when Sandal was still working as a Rebel operative, and successfully managed to protect her from the Sith's psychic attacks by directly confronting Fanrek.  Unfortunately, circumstances in life changed, and it is now Corden that seeks the Sith's assistance in freeing himself from the crippling disease.  

In their conversation, Fanrek psychically attacks Corden and agrees to help only on one condition, that Corden must give Fanrek his baby daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). As previously discussed between Corden and Sandal, Sandal senses the Force within tiny Tifa and was afraid that Tifa's Force signature would attract the attention of those like Fanrek. Sandal fears that Tifa would be taken, either by another Jedi or a Sith, in the same manner that Sandal herself was taken away for Jedi studies.  Knowing the lonely path ahead of Tifa, Sandal fears her daughter would not have a normal life, and could possibly fall into the hands of the dark side.  In an unspoken connection that Corden and Sandal have, he seemed to have understood this and vowed to protect their daughter from the hands of Jedi and Sith.  In his conversations with Fanrek, Corden calls off the deal, saying that that is the one thing he will not give to the Sith. Fanrek released Corden from the psychic attack, leaving the haunting message in Corden's mind.  

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Characters

CM = Corden Maximus, Mand'alor over the Mandalorian people

FA = Fanrek Andol, ancient powerful Sith

Please note items contained within * symbols are action. Those outside of the symbols are usually dialog. 

Dialog

CM: *Flipping on the intensive care habitat controls he breathes in the sterile smelling bacta spray that emanates from the air vents, feeling the cool spray coat him and everything else* Not good for the systems, but should stave off whatever Demagol infected me with. His fingers tapping the console rapidly as he inputs instructions and new coords for after the first hyperspace jump* Second jump will make it impossible for them to track me. Even if they managed to track my outbound vector from the shuttle *sighs, resting his -head in his hands, shuddering as several tears fall on the console, letting out a few shuddering breaths* I'm sorry Sandal. Tifa. Boss.*The tears continue for several minutes. All the stress and emotion of the last few weeks leaving him, pouring out until there is nothing --left and he is completely drained* Not going to get anything done feeling sorry for myself. *wipes his face and opens the comm channel, keying in@FanrekAndol's comm channel* Fanrek... it's, it's Corden. I need your help.

FA: *reaching out through the Force, Fanrek taps into the mind of@corden_maximus, filling his mind with his voice* Now now Corden, you know how I hate using those devices. What is it you need, my "friend?" *a low cackle echoes in Corden's head for a moment*

CM: *Gripping the sides of his head as @FanrekAndol breaks down his mental barriers to telepathically communicate with him, gasping for breath before answering* You know it leaves me weak to reach out like that. I'm not a Jetii like you.

FA: *driving a spike of pain into Corden's mind, relishing in the waves of anguish he feels* Oh dear Corden, we've talked about this. I am not one of those weak minded fools. I am a Sith. Must I remind you again? *pushing another spike into his brain. Grinning evilly at tormenting the Mandalorian*

CM: *drops to his knees, then the floor as @FanrekAndol drives a mental spike into his mind, gasping out his surrender* Ok...you-you're Sith I submit. Please, just stop. Please *his voice getting weak as he begins to sweat profusely, writhing in pain*

FA: *laughing coldly and continuing his assault* Is the mighty Mand'alor submitting? To me? A lowly Sith? *His voice turns *harsh as drives the spikes deeper* You are nothing to me. Nothing! Do you understand? I could kill you w barely a thought! Do not trifle with me worm! I will end you! *suddenly releasing the spikes and resuming a calm voice* Now, tell me what it is you need of me.

CM: *gasping in relief as he is released from the mental hold* I need your help. I'm sick. I believe you are familiar with it. 

FA: Ah yes. Your little disease. I may be able to help you. But what will you offer me in return?

CM: I...I don't know. What do you want? I know it isn't credits. I don't have much else.

FA: *A cold and high laughter fills Corden's head* You know what I want. And I'll expect nothing less.

CM: *The drive to be able to take care of his family is all that propels Corden now. Mandalorians have no word for hero. Every Mando is to be honorable and take care of his family and is vode. A Mando who doesn't do this is a coward. A hut'uun. It is the worst insult a Mandalorian can receive. Corden's resolve is absolute. He WILL take care of his family, he WILL remain honorable, and he WILL protect his vode. If not, then there is no point in living* *his voice becoming strong again* NO. You won't have her. I'll die before I hand her over to the likes of you. She's the reason I am doing this. It does me nothing to give her to you. Deal is off.

FA: *using the Force again to drive mental spikes into Corden's mind* You have wasted my time. Something I do not appreciate.

CM: *He screams out in pain, clutching at his head, curling up in a ball on the floor* NO! I won't give her up!

FA: *driving the spikes in further* Then you will die! *laughing evilly as he tortures Corden further* You are weak!

CM: *screaming louder, retreating into the recesses of his mind to escape the pain, putting up mental barriers and shutting everything else out* No *his voice weaker* You won't have her. Not while I'm alive.

FA: Your feeble defense attempts amuse me. Maybe I will let you live

CM: *gasping out the words as Fanrek continues the torture* I won't give her to you, no matter what

FA: I think you will Maximus. I think you will *A cold laugh before he withdraws his psychic presence completely, his laugh lingering in Corden's mind, a final whisper of "I know you will" before he disappears completely*

Yes, you will give her to me. I have seen it in the Force. You will give her to me, and I will raise her as my own. The Rule Of Two will be followed. One to have power, one to covet it. You should be proud Maximus, your daughter will soon be training under the most powerful Sith the galaxy has seen in centuries.

CM: *feeling @FanrekAndol end his psychic attack he lays exhausted on the floor, covered in sweat, a broken man* Boss was right, I am aruetii... *the thought echoes in his head as exhaustion takes over and he passes out, his cheek pressed into the durasteel plating of the floor. As Corden sleeps the ship continues on its course, bringing him ever closer to the man who just almost killed him* -end scene-

Corden's Storyline: The Time Bomb Ticketh

Sandalphon's Private Journal


My husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), had disturbing news to tell me today. As if losing a limb wasn't bad enough, it appears he is showing the symptoms of a rare but fatal condition that runs through the males of his family. How he has managed to live this long without showing any previous symptoms is beyond me, but he has sent blood samples to various scientists for analysis... and hopefully a cure. There is so much weighing upon my shoulders. To watch my husband fade away rips my entire self in half, yet I have to remain strong. Why? Well, I have our daughter (@Tifa_Maximus) to think of and to the outside world, this has to remain hidden.  If the Kyrt'sad (@Kyrtsad @DW_Mali) were to get wind of this, I fear an attack imminent.

But I am numb inside. Losing my Corden is something I cannot bear to think of, as the thought ... I can't continue along those lines. It is losing a part of myself, it is as if I am dying too. And to think our daughter may have this genetic disease and can pass it along to her children... the thought is too disturbing to continue.

I am setting aside weapons research, the KOSMOS project, and all other diplomatic missions until the cure can be found. Well, to maintain that things are normal, I will carry out some of these, but my primary focus will be on analyzing the data that my husband has provided to me.  I understand that the Kaminoans are also searching for the cure. But who knows what they will do with that genetic material. I do not trust the cloners, but maybe they can break the genetic code and free him of this disease.

I intend to take this day-by-day.  Luckily, I will have the understanding of Boss (@RC_Boss) and the ad'ika (@_JMalik) to comfort me while I go through this. I hope we can keep the Kyrt'sad out of this until we can find a cure. They would see a weakened leader as an opportunity....

The race is on. The time bomb ticketh.