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 If I were to be taken prisoner by the Imperials, all of the information I have would be outdated at this point.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. 

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...

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.

Corden's Storyline - New Friends

Sandalphon Maximus' Private Journal


Where would we be, if not for our friends? My husband (@Corden_Maximus) and I have found our friendship and family circles steadily increasing. And we both feel incredibly blessed. It is hard to remember those blessings in the hub-ub of the day, and often I find myself irritated at things that aren't going well and letting those feelings cloud the good ones.

But recently, we have found our relationships with others has grown immensely.  In the cold and dark recesses of space, I have found the warmth of other spirits. I never felt this before. I have always been alone in my travels and missions, but to finally relax, sit back, and enjoy the company of like-minded beings has been an eye-opener. My husband is better at relaxing than I am, I admit, and I guess a part of his laid-back lifestyle is starting to rub off on me.

We recently adopted Joseph Malik (@_JMalik) into Clan Maximus. The ad'ika is quite energetic, but very sweet and gentle all the same. I can see how my husband adores him like his own son, which at this time, we both consider him ours.

Our dear friend Boss (@RC_Boss) married his girlfriend (@Tracyn_) and extended our friendship circle as well.

We met a very sweet woman by the name of Arien (@Arienh) who is with a Republic Clone (@Darman1136).

And there are others, of course, that we have grown fond of. My husband tells me of the recent adventures of Sev (@Delta_Sev) and Scorch (@62Scorch) have been instrumental in infiltrating the Kyrt'sad.

Without friends, our lives feel incomplete. That is what I have come to realize since leaving the Rebellion to take up my husband's cause. Without my daughter and husband, my life was expendable.  But now, I have a reason to continue fighting, but this time, I promise not to get myself captured.

Corden's Storyline - Diplomatic Immunity

Diplomat Sandalphon Reporting


I no longer report to the Rebellion, as difficult as it is to say this, out of respect for my husband and my newborn daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus).  My clone (@Seraphic_Phenyx) got caught by the Kyrt'sad (@Kyrtsad) in an attempt to lure me out.  Which did, and she and I became bartering chips in a deadly game.  I could not fathom putting my husband or daughter through a similar situation, especially one where I may never return.  So since that time, I have been conducting diplomatic missions on behalf of my husband.

I never wanted to be a diplomat.  My mother, a diplomat for the Kiffar people, insisted I follow in her footsteps ages ago.  Now, I have no choice. I couldn't stand sitting on the ship taking care of Tifa all day. I felt useless in the sense of not having my own career.  Now, I meet with other government officials via holo meetings, and am still able to take care of my daughter. Corden (@Corden_Maximus) and I have not really spent much time together lately, which is hard because both Tifa and I miss him dearly.  But he is the Mand'alor now and she and I are doing our best to understand.  How much a baby understands this, I do not know.

Unfortunately, Corden now keeps me under constant surveillance by a group of elite bodyguards. My contacts are restricted. If necessary, I can always use a doppleganger so I can leave the ship, but if my husband were to find out, I am afraid he would be incredibly upset.  I know he cares for my safety, but I guess you cannot take the Rebel out of the diplomat.

I miss the Rebellion, but I also know this is my home now among the Mandalorian people.

Corden's Storyline - A New Hope

Operative Nyx Reporting


My cyar'ika (Mandalorian word for "sweetheart") and welcomed the newest addition to Clan Maximus, our little girl Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus).  She is completely beautiful, and the resemblance to us both is uncanny.  She is the first born for both my husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), and myself.  I have to say, a newborn is a lot of work, more so than I had expected.  She doesn't sleep throughout the night so I am constantly waking up to tend to her.  I am completely exhausted for the most part.  Corden has offered to help watch her, but sometimes I don't think even that is enough.  Regardless, she is my child and I love her dearly.  Already I can tell she is a curious little thing, always looking around and watching everything around her.  I programmed a droid to help in her daily care, but it still isn't enough.  The little princess requires quite a bit of my time and even more so of my energy.

Corden, on the other hand, has been busy tending to the needs of the ship.  I hardly see him in between his work and my tending to the baby.  I hope this doesn't put a strain on our marriage. Maybe this is something I should talk to him about, maybe even making a date night.  We haven't had one of those in months and I am starting to miss him dearly.

And so much rides on the little shoulders of Tifa.  Her father expects her to be raised in the traditional Mandalorian ways where she will be tough, and yet I want her to be a little flower of a girl, just like I was.  I want to give her the upbringing I had, full of priviledge and a life of only the best.  I expect her father and I to clash on these differing parenting styles, of course.  Regardless, he has hopes for her to be of high regard in the Maximus clan, even possibly taking over responsibilities of Mand'alor someday.  I have hopes that she will someday fulfill my mission that I was unable to do, see the galaxy at peace and the Sith vanquished.

She is... our new hope.

Corden's Storyline: The Cyar'ika Returns - AGAIN!

Operative Nyx Reporting

He returned.  My love, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), has returned to me! Dirtied with soot, a little tired, all four limbs still in tact, he came home.  I don't know why he left, or what he was looking for, because I accidentally fell asleep in his arms while he was debriefing with Boss (@RC_boss) regarding his mission. All I know is that Corden is home and safe.  This war against the Death Watch is eating him alive, it consumes his every thought it seems. I worry about him.

But I have other issues to tend to. I am nearing the end of my pregnancy and my body aches from head to toe, my feet are swollen, and I spend more and more time in bed. Luckily, Corden has been attentive, but he still spends a lot of time away on the bridge. I hope in the end, it was all worth it. I hope he found what he was looking for.

Corden's Storyline: The Missing Mandalorian

Operative Nyx Reporting

It has been a month and no one knows where or what my husband, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus), is up to. All I know is I can't eat, sleep, or function. I have been a shell of a person wandering the halls of his dreadnaught. It is a large ship, 10,000 in crew alone.  We have several friends that have joined our cause, Boss (@RC_Boss) is one of them.  I support my husband 100%, but now in the final trimester of my pregnancy, he was no where to be found. I felt so lost, scared, and ultimately alone. I have been keeping to myself, as I fear that my presence tends to bring down the other crew when they see me.  I ventured out of our quarters occasionally for food or tending to my secretarial duties, but nothing more. Corden meant the world to me, and although I know I am safe here on his ship, a part of me was taken away when he left. I don't know if he realized that. I don't know if he even cared.

What was he running from? Was it me? What was so important that he could not talk to me about it? Was he afraid I would not understand? Was he afraid I would not support his decisions? With a heavy heart, I am signing off.

Corden's Storyline: Kyr'tsad and the Attempted Abduction

Operative Nyx Reporting

It has been several months since this has happened, and I feared my journal was compromised and being monitored, thus I did not report this.  However, I believe due to current circumstances, this is now warranted. The Kyr'tsad (@Kyrtsad), or Death Watch Mandos, sent a squad after me.  Capturing me would be a trophy to them and a bargaining chip against my husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), in his war against the Death Watch.  I was already several months pregnant with our child and alone in my bunker when the Kyr'tsad came knocking at my door.  Or rather, they unexpectedly let themselves in. 

I fled to the secret hangar in the back of my bunker and it was there I was confronted by a second team of their men.  Figuring they would not let my ship take off, I decided to face them.  The battle was fierce but the Death Watch are generally untrained and uncoordinated at best. I was able to use my doppleganger to escape and hold off their General Xenen Kaori.

I left that bunker for the last time.  I sent a droid survey the damage and it appears they hacked into the security system and took over the bunker.  Of all of my possessions in there, I felt bad about leaving my ancient text collection. I really did love that library and all of the books contained within.  But I do have the memories, and I can easily make another bunker in another system.  It was just that was the bunker I first took Corden too, and I had so many memories of he and I. I guess that is what I will take with me.

Corden's Storyline - The Meeting of the Same Mind

Operative Nyx Reporting

The day has finally come, and I will keep this brief. My clone, Raphi (@Seraphic_Phenyx), has discovered her true nature.  She called me to a meeting aboard the same ship, the Dammarung, that I first discovered her in a sleeping state. I couldn't destroy her, because it is ingrained in me that I cannot destroy myself. When I detonated the bombs when Corden (@Corden_Maximus) and I were leaving the ship after killing my superior (who was attempting to kill me to copy my memories into Raphi's mind), I purposefully did not detonate the bombs near the glass cylinder holding her.  I learned that she was taken to a different facility shortly after and made viable (activated), at which time to ensure her safety and my own, I allowed her to enter my mission while I slipped away with Corden.  I had a feeling someday she would discover the truth about her origins, and I patiently awaited her arrival.  In order to protect her until she is able to fully establish her identity within the Rebellion, I am staying away from all Rebel Alliance activities.  I had thought that she would be safe under the careful eyes of the Imperials, but knowing my own rebellious nature, I am not surprised that she was unhappy aboard the Executor.  I sincerely doubt anyone noticed she is no longer there, and a part of me is thankful she left because I know it was a slow and painful death to be among the enemy in such a way.

Operative Seraphim Reporting

I met her.  I don't know what to call her.  Is she my twin? My mother? My sister? Or simply just "she-that-which-my-DNA-came-from"?  I do not know.  None the less, we kept it brief.  I had so many questions of her. Who am I? Where am I going? Why did she let me live? But she told me in time, the answers would come to me. I hate ambiguous answers like that. I really do.  Something tells me she knows that. And feeling the child growing inside of her made me slightly angry.  My life is collapsing all around me, and I am still in a state of grieving the loss of.. well... you know..., and here she is all happy. And these feelings I have towards Corden aren't mine, they are hers, but I feel them as if they were mine. So I guess I felt what is known as jealousy at her pregnancy, but I think since it has been a few days, I am kind of over it now.  I am happy for them both. They are happy together so I won't hold it against them. It's hard being alone like this. Really hard. But she and I agreed to keep in touch over the comm lines. She didn't talk to me about what was on her mind, but I sensed a feeling of apprehension like she and the child were in danger. I might not know her, but dammit, I won't let anyone harm her or that child. I felt her deep inside of me, as I know she feels me as well. Because of our connection, I will be a silent guardian for her and that baby. Whatever future is in-store for the Mandalorians, I intend to help keep that child safe from whatever is hunting them. 

Corden's Storyline: Bye Bye Kyr'tsad, Enter Denahi Luxor

Operative Nyx Reporting (private journal)

It has been several days since Corden's (@Corden_Maximus) attack on a Kyr'tsad (Death Watch Mandalorian) safehouse. It is estimated that anywhere from 10 to 20 Kyr'tsad were killed. I was at home, sick to my stomach, but Corden informed me of what had happened.  It appears there was a Kyr'tsad spy (@Kyr'tsad) that was attempting to become one of Corden's inner circle, whom Corden lured to the safehouse.  With the help of Beskarad (@Beskarad - a Mandalorian Battle Droid that I programmed to be a "dog") and Corden's second-in-command (@RC_Boss), the safehouse was taken with no casualties.  At the safehouse, the Kyr'tsad spy was confronted and disposed of. However, the spy did manage to transmit my bunker's coordinates to the Death Watch leader (@Denahi_Luxor) and his subordinates (@Slave_Oola).  Corden realized I was in danger and quickly left the destroyed safehouse with Boss to extract me from my bunker.

In between vomiting sessions, I managed to make it to the vault where Corden located me.  Placing me on top of Beskarad, he had me safely transported onto Boss' awaiting vessel.  Unfortunately, Denahi showed up and managed to shoot a tranquilizer dart at me while I stood at the ship's door waiting for Corden. I do not remember much after that, only waking up at our home on Manda'yaim. But Corden told me that he and Denahi had a confrontation in which he lured the Kyr'tsad into my bunker and collapsed it.  Neither of us know how many men Denahi lost (if any) in the bunker, but he made it back to Boss' awaiting vessel to which Boss told Corden the secret I had been hiding for weeks.

It was discovered in the med bay that I was pregnant.

Corden watched over me while I was tranquilized, and brought me to our home to recover. I guess he took a while to process that he will be a father, and took Beskarad for a ride around our home. I awoke and we spoke briefly about what had happened. I found out I was pregnant shortly before his return from the mission in which he declared himself Mand'alor and lost his leg. I couldn't bring myself to tell him then. I wanted to, but I could not. I guess I let my anger and frustration get in the way of the good news. And when I awoke the next day to tell him, he had already left for another mission. That's my Corden. Always chasing the next adventure, which meant I was left alone (as usual).  But I didn't want for him to worry about me, so I kept it a secret until I could see him next.  And then, he retrieved me and one thing lead to another, and it was Boss that revealed my pregnancy.

Corden will not leave my side anymore, knowing full well that Denahi and his men will hunt me down and use me as a target. This is what I had feared a long time ago. That my past as a Rebel spy would catch up to me and my children would be targets.  Well, how much of my past Denahi knows, I am not aware.  But it appears that by attempting to destroy the Kyr'tsad, Corden has made me and all of his friends targets of their wrath. Nearly every war monger knows that to destroy a man's most prized possession, his family, will devestate him inside. I stay near Corden now constantly, and with the morning sickness, sometimes I lose focus but I continue on.  I know Corden will do everything in his power to keep me safe, and it is my duty to protect our child. 

This child is my hope that someday, everything will be right in the galaxy.

Corden's Storyline: Going Where No Mando Has Gone Before

Operative Nyx Reporting (private journal)

My husband (@Corden_Maximus) has been a bit secretive lately regarding what he has been doing. He came home missing a leg a while ago, and regardless of how much I ask to join him, he continues to journey without me. Corden is a Mandalorian at heart. He used to take me on his adventures, but now I am relegated to being a housewife of sorts. I miss my days in the field and I already think my skills are getting a bit rusty. I want to return to work in the Rebellion, but I already know where that will take me.  And explaining my clone (@Seraphic_Phenyx) might be a bit of a burden, since only I know she exists (or at least I hope I am the only one).

So I sit at home all day. I recently began knitting. Didn't really do too well on that. Tried painting. Again, kind of really sucked.  I went back to puttering around the workshop working on droids that I really can't use in the field.

But I have been receiving updates on my husband's adventures from a good friend, Josen (@BrokenJedi). He is watching over my husband and ensuring that Corden returns safely to me.  From the scattered reports I am receiving, Corden is hunting down the hut'uun (Death Watch Mandalorians - AKA Kyr'tsad) of the Galaxy and wiping them out.  It has something to do with the fact that they believe they are the true Mandalorian race (even though the race was wiped out a long time ago, followers of the Mandalorian culture are all that remain), and they are hellbent on destroying the Mando clones.

From the reports I am reading on the Holo News Network and various other sources, the Death Watch Mandalorian outposts are being raided and destroyed. I assume this is the work of my husband, who wishes to unite the Mandalorians.  I have gathered that their leader is a Denahi Luxor (@DenahiLuxor) who has outposts throughout the Galaxy. Knowing my Corden, once he discovers what I know, this is going to be his target. And from what I have been told, Denahi has quite a formidable force at his disposal. I hope when the time comes, Corden will approach me and we will fight Denahi together. Or at the very least, our friends will ensure his survival.

NOTE: Sandal Maximus is not aware of a new Death Watch Mandalorian (Raedenn - @Kyrtsad) who is involved in this storyline. He is being mentioned here so you can follow that account and get the backstory as it develops. Other accounts involved in this storyline include @RC_Boss and @Slave_Oola.

Corden's Storyline: From My Heart to Yours

Operative Nyx Reporting

From the bathtub, I overheard Corden (@Corden_Maximus) speaking with Boss (@RC_Boss) and I had had enough of his games. I called him into the bathroom where I was trying to enjoy a relaxing bath, but because I was completely angry, could not get my mind off of wanting to wring his neck. There in the bathroom, I confronted him.

Why did he run off to fight the Death Watch Mandos by himself? Why didn't he call me? The last time we faught the Death Watch, they had him strung up against a wall and were going to make me watch him die.  The thought of losing him was too much to take.  His response was essentially that he didn't want for me to get hurt, but I tried telling him that we are a team and he should never fight alone.  But all of that got lost in my tears.  All I could think of was losing him and how crushed I would be.

In the end, I was happy to simply have him home.  And as usual, we finished our night off in the only way we knew. For what is a blowout without the make-up sex?

Corden's Storyline: The Journey Home

Operative Nyx Reporting

I fear my husband (@Corden_Maximus) has bitten off more than he can chew. I don't know where to start because my anger level is somewhere in between "he's getting his ass chewed off" to "I'm going to kill him." I am so frustrated that while I type, my hands are shaking and I cannot think straight.  But this is where it all began.

Corden contacted me after several weeks of him doing, what I thought was, bounty hunting.  Something about his choice in words left me suspect that he was hiding something.  En route to the bunker, I went through the full gamut of emotions. A part of me was angry as heck that he wasn't being straightforward and he was making me wait several agonizing hours worried that something terrible had happened.  I finally received a communication of where he and his brother-in-arms Boss (@RC_Boss) were located.  I prepped the bunker and had the droids prepare supper for us all.

And my reunion with my cyar'ika was pleasant, yet very short-lived.  At the dinner table, Corden revealed that he had "picked a fight" (using my terminology) with the kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians). His struggle to the top cost him a leg. Completely angry with him, I had to excuse myself from dinner. Words can't describe this brash stupid thing he had done.  Maybe I will journal about how I feel after I've taken a day to process it more.

Corden's Storyline: Mand'alor Talyc and the Death Watch Mandos

Operative EmpChihuahua Reporting

Semi-retired Operative Nyx (@Sandal_Maximus) is not aware of what has been transpiring around her husband, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus), but I am.  I am reproducing several of his transmissions in which he has proclaimed himself Mand'alor and took on the kyrt'sad (Death Watch Mandalorians).  I do not know the future ramifications of his actions, but I worry if Sandal will be okay.  Here are the transmissions I intercepted:

--IT BEGINS--

*standing on the precipice of a cliff, looking down on those assembled before me* who will join me to rebuild our glory?!

Who will join me in this crusade to show the universe we are not to be trifled with?!

Who will help me rebuild the glory of Mandalore?! Will you? Or you? *feeling the energy of the crowd as I raise my blade above my head*

*extending my arm and pointing to the crowd below* you are the might of the Mand'alor! It is you who will help recapture our glory!

Tell me, how many of you remember your clan elders telling the stories of the Jetii and dar'jetii treachery against us?

 

We will show them that we are not to be deceived! That we are the greatest force the galaxy has ever known!

 

Rally to me ner'vode! And we will show these force using hut'uune just what we are made of! *the cheers of the crowd almost deafening me*

 

*holding my arms above my head, feeling the roar of the crowd against me. Looking out upon those gathered*

 

We must find our cuy'val dar vode, and they will fight w us! They have been used and forgotten by the Jetii when they feared to -

 

-get their hands dirty! We will welcome them into our ranks. For they are us as well.

 

I have met many of these clones in my travels, and they are as good warriors as you are! They have even shown themselves adept at -

 

-dispatching Jetii during Order 66 *smirking* fear them nor vode, try are far from the hut'uune you think they are

 

*pointing at the crowd again* now, how many of you will stand with me?! *again hearing the roar of approval from the crowd*

 

*chuckling* I'm glad you agree vode. I am Mand'alor Talyc, and I WILL LEAD US TO GLORY!

 

*turning and walking into a nearby house* we will be ready. Start training immediately *the sergeant runs to fulfill my order* I will be -

 

-back in 6 months. I expect improvement *turning and exiting the house, heading towards my ship, my cape billowing behind me*

 

*entering my ship and taking off, accelerating quickly out of the atmosphere of the planet* time to do some wet work

 

*quickly plotting a course for Concordia* time to get rid of the Kyr'tsad hut'uune that have built a base there

 

*after a hyperspace trip I land on Concordia, grabbing my rifle and vibroblade as I exit the ship*

 

*walking to the nearest soldier I find* where is you commander? *he challenges me, saying that only certain people see the commander*

 

Oh really? Only certain people you say? *I quickly pull my kad and drive it into him, seeing it appear from his spine*

 

*leaning to his ear* guess next time you'll realize the importance of the Mand'alor *wrenching my blade from him as I look at the others*

 

*looking at them* do you recognize my station as Mand'alor? *holding my blade out to my side* if not, you can share your vode fate here

 

Hut'uune *I spit out the word as I walk past them into the base* were are you Enack? I've a score to settle w you!

 

*seeing him come forward, noting the fear in his eyes w a grim satisfaction* oh there you are Enack. Nice to see you finally.

 

*I listen as he tells me about the work he is doing, how he is saving our race* no Enack, I will save our race. W out your Kyr'tsad -

 

-hatred and bigotry! *I smirk as his guards reach for their weapons, knowing they are just imposters wearing Beskar'gam*

 

*removing my helmet and placing it on the ground in front of me* tell your guards to back off now Enack. If they value breathing

 

*grinning as he tells them to attack, gripping my blade as they come at me* wrong choice vod *deflecting the first attacker and moving

 

*Onto the next, my blade slashing into them as they fall screaming before me* I WARNED YOU! NOW YOU ALL DIE! *spinning and deflecting

 

-*more attacks as I cut more down, my blade moving through them easily* Kyr'tsad hut'uune! *grabbing the final guard by the helmet-

 

-*and holding him, his back against my chest* sorry vod. You picked the wrong side *bringing my blade across his throat as he -

 

-*gurgles and drops before me, his blood covering my hand* now Enack, it's your turn *pointing my blade at him and advancing, a grim look-

 

-*on my face. Taking off my all the armor on my torso* come on vod, don't tell me you're afraid! *I watch as he backs away from me-

 

*pure terror showing on his face* all you Kyr'tsade are all talk. But when it comes to action, you're just hut'uune

 

*I stalk him quietly as he retreats into a room. Walking into the room he pulls a blaster. I hurl my vibroblade at him, pinning him-

 

-*by the shoulder to the wall, the blaster on the ground. I walk to him, grabbing the blade and twisting it slightly* you're a hut'uun.

 

*I pull the blade out and watch as he drops to the ground* FIGHT ME! *I toss my blade to him. Opting to rely on my fists. Wanting to -

 

-*feel his bones break beneath my hands. He comes at me w an over hand strike, I step to the side and deliver a punch to his kidney*

 

*he continues go strike at me as I deftly dodge him, laughing as I do so. Until he catches me w a low swipe to the leg, dropping me*

 

*I pull a knife from my boot and stab him in the heart, holding it in him as I loom down into his eyes from atop him* you were a great

 

Warrior. Why did you choose Kyr'tsad?! *tears in my eyes as I ask him* WHY?! YOU COULD HAVE HELPED RESTORE US!

 

*he laughs as he answers* what makes your crusade so different than mine Maximus? Tell me? *before I can answer his eyes go blank as -

 

-*his last breath leaves his body. Leaving me to drag myself back to my ship. My leg completely useless*

 

*pulling myself into the pilots chair I fly off planet, setting my hyperspace course* shabla leg. Useless. Need a doctor

 

*tying a tourniquet around my leg, gritting my teeth against the pain* no-no meds. Need...to feel this. Gotta, hang on *passin out from pain

 

*managing to send a distress beacon to @RC_Boss before passing out, hoping he hears it*

 

*my ship exiting hyperspace above Tynnara. Guiding itself into a stable orbit around the planet, still broadcasting a distress signal*

 

*my ship detecting another. Running a handshake protocol against known enemies signatures and finding it friendly. Docking w the Eversor*

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *a group of soldiers enter your ship and search, finding you unconscious and calls for a medic team, hoping you wake up*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *the bleeding having slowed to an ooze, still passed out. Wearing no torso armor or helmet, numerous cuts all over me*

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *the medics arrive and get you on a stretcher and proceed to take you to medbay and begin to work, asking for your name*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *stirring slightly, my leg beyond saving. Mumbling incoherently* where's @Sandal_Maximus?...married...where?

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *they look at your injuries, quickly determining that your leg is beyond repair and begin surgery prep*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *slipping back into unconsciousness as they prep me. Muttering still, then silencing*

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *beams aboard his ship and runs to the medbay, knocking down a few people in the process and arrives seeing @corden_maximus* CORDEN!

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *hears @RC_Boss yelling, sitting up and grabbing him by his collar, says through gritted teeth* Boss, what the haran happened to my leg?!

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *is pulled down, seeing the anger in your eyes* I don't know, vod! YOU tell ME! *watching medics working*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *sits back, laughing bitterly, looking at @RC_Boss* I went after a Kyr'tsad base. You should see them

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *gritting as the medics remove my leg, keeping focus on @RC_Boss* they hut'uune...deserve...to die. I...am Mand'alor!

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *shaking his head as he watches @corden_maximus being worked on* Why did you go there of places? I know they're hut'uuns but... Why? *grins at @corden_maximus, trying to lighten the mood* Well... There goes that race, I guess. *chuckles*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *chuckling painfully at @RC_Boss* /our/ race vod. Not that race. /our/ race.

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *raises an eyebrow* @corden_maximus Our race? What do you mean? *confused look on face*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *giving @RC_Boss a piercing look* you were cloned from Jango were you not? You're as much Mandalorian as I *clenching my fists to the pain*

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *hisses as @corden_maximus squeezes my hand, bows his head slightly* Vor'e, ner vod... *pauses* I was referring to the race about who would become Mand'alor first, though. *laughs slightly, still pained for @corden_maximus*

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *letting go of @RC_Boss' hand* well, if you want it, nows your chance. I'm not in much shape to fight back. *breathing heavily at the pain*

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *laughs @corden_maximus's response, shaking his head* No... Not in a millenia. Wouldn't do that. Plus, it's not worth a "fight."

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *the medics finishing up and giving me a heavy sedative, looking at @RC_Boss again* vore ner vod. I'll *drowsy* lead us....victory

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *nodding, keeping eye contact with @corden_maximus* And I'll be by your side, Mand'alor.

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *grinning at @RC_Boss as I succumb to the sedative* please....call me, Cord'ika

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *smirks at @corden_maximus, shaking his head* Alright, /Cord'ika/. You better put me in charge of something, though. *laughs* Get some rest.

 

[@Corden_Maximus in response to @RC_Boss] *out cold, breathing steadily and peacefully

 

[@RC_Boss in response to @Corden_Maximus] *sighs as @corden_maximus falls asleep, tells the chief medic to keep him informed on his status and that he'll be back, walks out* HAAR'CHAK! *flares up and punches the wall with all his might, leaving a sizable dent, shaking his head and drops to the floor, sobbing*shaking his head as he sits on the floor of the hallway, picks up his head and closes his eyes, mumbles* If anybody else is alive and is responsible for @corden_maximus's condition, so help me maker, they'll die a slow and painful death. Why weren't the Death Watch eliminated years ago... They've been nothing but a nuisance! *slams his fists into the floor as he says that, shaking with anger*

*stands slowly and removes his gloves, seeing his hands only reddened and protected from the impacts by the suit* Good... *looks back at the medbay, thumps his chestplate as sees @corden_maximus sleeping and has himself beamed down to the surface*

 

*EDITORIAL NOTE: This storyline is intellectual property of the typist, Corden Maximus.  It is only being reproduced here to further the story as it relates to my character, Sandal Maximus.  If you have any questions regarding this storyline, please consult with him.  This storyline is copyrighted by Corden Maximus, except for those parts inserted by the typist for RC Boss (as indicated).  Please make sure to follow both Corden Maximus and RC Boss for more Mandalorian-inspired stories!  BIG THANKS TO RC BOSS FOR HELPING IN THIS STORYLINE!!!!!!!!