From time in memorium, a battle we wage
Between Clans of Swordsmen, Pilot and Sage.
With insights anew, of the historical page
Vengeance is sought and retribution uncaged.
In later years, after the founding of Clan,
Arcona made strides in realms of spirit and man.
For, among dusty scrolls, brittle and tan,
Lay the seed of a quest that a galaxy could span.
Shadonyx, Krath Priest and history archivist
Reviewing tomes in Arcona's library of age and mist,
Alighted to an ancient passage his memory could not resist;
Of Light and Dark this prophecy did consist:
"When medallion of gold, forged from Force, they say,
Chanted upon, when night is the day,
Ultimate power is granted in such a way
That all enemies of it's user fall under his sway."
Shadonyx, intrigued, read further still:
"At temple of Light, beneath sun of Tantril
Power unlimited may be bent to one's will
If he, by chance, have God-like mind instill."
Though cryptic and vague the old prophecy read,
A connection was formed in Shadonyx's head:
"Golden was the Ayterus Medallion," Shadonyx said,
"And forged in the Force it was; forged furious red."
With knowledge in hand, Shadonyx made egress
To Consul Kelric's chambers, and his discovery he confessed.
Kelric listened, darkly, as Shadonyx made his somber guess:
"Scholae Palatinae intends upon our safety to transgress."
So it was agreed, during that Elder scene
To craft a plan which would intervene.
To the war room they went, and on the main screen
The star map to Tantril could plainly be seen.
Tantril, a small system; one planet, one moon, one star,
Had a feature that made it unique by far:
A Jedi temple of Light sat upon a mountain spar,
A temple held by Palatinae; Clan of treachery they are.
"Brothers," said Kelric to gathered Arcona, "I cannot deny
Within contested space does planet Tantril lie.
Into the mouth of our adversary must we fly;
To do otherwise, we might as well lay down and die."
So the Brothers of Arcona assembled: Krath, Obelisk and Sith
And together boarded the conveyance of the Clan, "Eye of the Abyss."
In hyperspace they flew, and with Dark Force, Interdictors they missed
To emerge, unscathed, into Tantril's bleak stasis.
In towards Tantril the Dark "Eye" did close;
From their bays Obelisk Shuttles and Fighter craft rose.
From low orbit, targets the Sith they chose,
In their shuttles, Obelisk, prepared to come to blows.
In their TIEs, Tarkin, Reaper and the rest screamed in, their enemies unaware
And as they razed defense grids and cannon towers bare
Assault teams of Obelisk swarmed into the temple with stealth and care.
Palatinae, overcome by lasers, sabers and gun, could all but stare.
With sabers lit, and eyes bright with dark flame,
The Obelisk of Magus and Zlar Khan, to the outer guards they came.
Swirls of laser-blade left the pitiful security lame,
And opened the door for overtaking the outpost of Scholae name.
In short order, the temple and its contents were seized.
The Obelisk and Krath, led by Kelric, into the lower levels they breezed.
And there, upon a pillar, was the Prize so hard fought to retrieve:
The Ayterus Medallion, golden, crackling with power unbelieved.
To the surface did Kelric carry the prize, held high for all to glimpse.
But as Arcona cheered, suddenly occurred: a lunar eclipse!
"Prophecy!" Shadonyx, the word from his mouth did trip.
And as darkness became day, in Kelric's hand a flame of energy ripped!
For there, in one instant, Kelric was one with all;
Knowledge, the galaxy, under his mental thrall!
But then, in a flash, the power was recalled.
For, to hold Godly omniscience, even a Dark Jedi mind is too small.
Stunned by his touch with eternity, Kelric and the rest returned to space.
The day had been won, Arcona the victor of this power race!
To Coronada Prime they returned, Dark joy in each face!
But all too soon, Palatinae gave chase.
A Star Destroyer, Victory Class, was their tool of fury
And from its bowels came TIEs in a flurry.
From Coranada Prime, Arcona flew in a hurry,
And to Scholae, they were judge, executioner and jury.
But as the TIEs fought overhead
Kelric awoke from coma, in his honored bed.
To the balcony he strode, the Ayterus medal held high, and said:
"Power of Darkness Sevenfold, leave lame my enemies in your stead!"
High above, in airless dark, the VSD's shields did suddenly lose their spark!
Naked, and defenseless, Palatinae's war engine was made a feeble ark!
Its fighter's dead, and with no hope, it turned to escape, but hark!:
Valiant Oriens Obscurum, with ions ablaze, disabled the metallic shark.
Their pilots dead, their flagship taken
Scholae Palatinae had been quite mistaken
To think themselves of such power to quaken
The Rock that is Clan Arcona's fear forsaken!
So here the tale of Arcona's reclamation, and retribution, ends.
But the Clan's future, in it's road, still holds many other bends.
end, Book Two
As told by Jedi Hunter Vassan Rokir
