Jareth

As the Raven's engines slowed to sub-light speeds in a low orbit around Carida, Jareth allowed his consciousness to encompass the planet. The terrain, structures, and living things within all began to piece themselves together within his mind. Jareth searched through the void of lower life to find sentience and, as he did, pressed his presence into their minds. Subtly, but enough that anyone skilled would know he was there, and could infer his intent. He wished to re-join the Sith and re-introduce himself to the world of the living. The Sith Master waited patiently for a response. He had slept for decades, days or weeks that it might take someone skilled enough to notice him to arrive were of no concern. He had nothing but time.

"Sir" x4 spoke after several moments of scanning various communication frequencies, "I have nothing." "Useless droid" Jareth spat back "I'll do it myself." The Sith closed his eyes and reached out into an endless galaxy. The force carried his mind to and fro, from planet to planet, across vast expanses, touching all systems seemingly at once. To a lesser being, it would have been overwhelming, but not for Jareth. Opening his eyes after a few moments, his hands flew across his navigation console, setting a course for Carida...He had felt both light and dark on that planet, and knew that the boundary he felt meant something interesting was about to go down. "Far be it for me to miss a little fun. It's time I re-introduce myself." The Raven's engines flashed to life and at the speed of thought, the ship blinked into hyperspace.

As his mind returned to him, Jareth gained his bearings and started thinking a little clearer. Reaching out through the force, the only semi-sentient being he could sense in his immediate vicinity was X4 his protocol droid. Powered down for what seemed like years, but still operational to some extent obviously, or else Jareth wouldn't have been able to discern his presence from the rest of the ship. Deftly working through the cockpit controls, Jareth ordered the ship to power-up X4. The Droid, not much more than a head and a pair of arms, sparked to life and his robotic, emotionless voice kicked in. "Good morning sir, I trust you slept well?" It was the first actual voice Jareth had heard in quite some time, and already it annoyed him to his core. He'd have to settle down or he was going to tear the ship apart out of sheer uncontrolled angst. The vacuum of space didn't seem an inviting thing to subject himself to just because he couldn't control his morning grogginess. It was a long nap though, so he gave himself a break. "Save it, where are we? Monitor for transmissions on all Sith frequencies. Tell me when you find something." "Yes sir" the droid spat back and offered no further pleasantries.

Adrift in the infinite void of blackness that is the outer rim of space, an even more infinite void of darkness slept. Not a peaceful sleep. Not restful or serene. Not refreshing or restorative. Quite the opposite. Screaming…a decade of screams had been the only reality he had known. Absent of conscious thought or control, absent of the force, absent of life. Jareth’s statis had been long, haunting, and an inescapable nightmare of screaming. But, the Sith Master felt no pain or terror. Truer to say, he was comfortable with the nightmare, calm in the horrid destruction of all around him, reveling in the pain and suffering the deepest recesses of his mind manifest into his mind as clear and as real as anything he had ever known. Masses dying and crying out, meaningless but to feed his ire, his hatred. Solitary souls, personal and intimate, gasping for their last breath as he twisted their minds into chaos causing them to tear at their own flesh and die writhing in bloody wretched agony, worthless but to inch him closer to realization of his power once again. All at once, and in a fury, he reached a tipping point. The capacity of his hatred, his anger finally breached and as the boundaries of his conscious poured out in darkness, the force returned to his control. To bend to his evil will, his destructive nature, and his vengeful heart. Jareth’s pale grey eyes, misty like a fog set over an endless sea, opened and were met first with nothingness, his ears deaf but for the screams still echoing from his nightmares. Over the next few moments, or perhaps it was days, he couldn’t tell, the unconscious reality replaced itself with his actual surroundings. Hearing and sight returned, smell, feel, taste returned. Lights and sensors on his ship’s various readouts blinked at structured intervals, his heart rate improving to normal, his lungs taking over once more. Above all this however, the force seethed into him, fed his body, his muscles, and his skeletal structure. Filled with all the darkness he had poured into it, the force radiated through his being, filling all aspects of his existence. He was the force, all the worst parts of it, the most vile, the most traumatized and murderous aspects. He was connected to the galaxy in the realest way he had ever felt. Fingers flexed, and his grip tightened around the controls of his HLAF fighter. His legs stretched and contracted within his armor. He had returned to the realm of the living and the living would rue this day…

Jareth'S CHARACTER SHEET (Return of Jareth) Identity Real Name: Jareth Nevermore A.K.A: Darth Revenent Homeworld:Corellia Species:Human Physical Description Age:35 Height:6’1’’ Weight:195 Hair: White, mid length. Eyes: Grey Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Red and black cortosis laced armor under black hooded cloak Weapon: 2 Westar 34 in back hip holsters, Custom lightsaber - Red Common Inventory: Comm-link, Faction Information Force Sensitive Alignment:Evil Current Faction Affiliation:Sith Current Faction Rank:Pending Mod decision (Former Dark lord of sith, Master Rank prior to retirement. History: Force Side: Dark Trained by:Tarrian Skywalker Trained who: Known Skills: Ace Pilot, Illusionist, Mentalism, Beast Tamer, Lightsaber Mastery Background: Jareth originally set out from Corellia to become a Jedi. Upon meeting the Jedi Order, a fierce battle ensued as the order was attacked by Jidai Geki who implanted Jareth with force dampening nano-virus, forcing him into a life of bounty hunting for the hutts. Discovering his latent power, Tarrian Skywalker destroyed the nanites within Jareth and allowed him to once again access the power within him. Joining the ranks of the sith he climbed to the highest rank within the order before disappearing from the galaxy. Ship Registration Name: The Raven Class: Personal fighter Model:HLAF-500 Manufacturer:C.E.C. Length: 12m Armaments:2 Light Laser canons, 2 torpedo launchers Armor: Standard C.D.F. loadout Anti-Personnel Defenses: Speed and Maneuverability, modified shielding. Appearance: Black Matte Modifications:Increased Cargo hold and Cockpit configuration (accommodates 3)