Exodus

The flames advanced on him. In a panic, he searched the room for something or someone who could help him. In the corner, lay his father, blood pooling around his head. His mother was nowhere to be found. The screams outside rose and fell with each explosion, the ground heaving with each impact. He moved his limbs experimentally. Nothing was broken so he began to crawl towards what once was the door. The house seemed to fade away as he was lifted gently into the air. He looked up, hoping to see his mother, but he realized his house had been hit by a pulse blast and he was being thrown into the air in sickening slow motion. The ground approached slowly and then suddenly rushed up, sending the world into a gray haze. Stars danced in front of his eyes, but frustratingly, he never lost consciousness. He couldn't hear anything and the side of his face felt scalding hot. A rough arm grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. Being upright made his stomach heave and his vision begin to gray out again. A far off voice was telling him something but he couldn't understand it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother being held by two of the hellish soldiers, but didn't dare call out to her. Without warning, the soldier holding him down gestured violently. Realization screamed at him from inside his aching skull and he tried to call out, but his mouth was full of blood and his lips were swollen. His mother fell to the bloody sand, blaster burns charring her face and chest. The little boy's face went limp as the emotion bled from him. He turned away from his mother's body and looked his captor in the eye. Without hesitating, the helmeted soldier brought the butt of his blaster down on the boy's face and, thankfully, the evil scene around him melted into darkness. The flames advanced on him. In a panic, he searched the room for something or someone who could help him. In the corner, lay his father, blood pooling around his head. His mother was nowhere to be found. The screams outside rose and fell with each explosion, the ground heaving with each impact. He moved his limbs experimentally. Nothing was broken so he began to crawl towards what once was the door. The house seemed to fade away as he was lifted gently into the air. He looked up, hoping to see his mother, but he realized his house had been hit by a pulse blast and he was being thrown into the air in sickening slow motion. The ground approached slowly and then suddenly rushed up, sending the world into a gray haze. Stars danced in front of his eyes, but frustratingly, he never lost consciousness. He couldn't hear anything and the side of his face felt scalding hot. A rough arm grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. Being upright made his stomach heave and his vision begin to gray out again. A far off voice was telling him something but he couldn't understand it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother being held by two of the hellish soldiers, but didn't dare call out to her. Without warning, the soldier holding him down gestured violently. Realization screamed at him from inside his aching skull and he tried to call out, but his mouth was full of blood and his lips were swollen. His mother fell to the bloody sand, blaster burns charring her face and chest. The little boy's face went limp as the emotion bled from him. He turned away from his mother's body and looked his captor in the eye. Without hesitating, the helmeted soldier brought the butt of his blaster down on the boy's face and, thankfully, the evil scene around him melted into darkness. Another dream perhaps. These became much more frequent throughout each understanding of the last. Consciousness flooded back and he sat bolt upright. Noticing, he was yet again upon the planet of Vjun. No sooner from his realization, his ears began to fabricate a terrifying ring with the intensity to break glass itself. His ears almost immediately began to trickle with the common red substance that he was now familiar with. Exodus raced ahead with all his Force abilities focused on increasing his speed and finding the quickest path through the dark forest that lay before him all the while covering his head with unbearable agony. Trees and foliage went past in an indistinguishable blur as he darted around the immovable obstacles. The smaller bushes and various animals he gracefully hurdled without even the slightest break in his stride as he barreled recklessly onward. He was moving much faster than any normal man could ever hope to achieve on foot, but still Exodus knew it would not rid his mind of the pain. The faint traces of acrid smoke seeping into the night air warned that he was once again close to the fortress. Unable to spare the energy to contemplate time, he redoubled his efforts and was rewarded with a slight increase in his already astonishing speed and agility. As he approached the small clearing that served as a threatening home and secluded household for the minions of darkness, Exodus began to sense the presence of a half dozen beings if not more, occupying the property. The ringing was gone, and the choice was here once again. This time, his decision was clear. [Awaiting at the doors.]

He sat up straight in the luxurious cockpit of the Ebon Serpent. Cool emerald eyes surveying all before him. Staring into the repressive blackness undone by bright gems of far away stars. His lips pursed quietly, reverence of the lonely solitude weighing heavily upon his young mind. Space was an amazing thing; it's pitch-black exterior hoarding thousands of glowing baubles within its belly. Space was a dark and lonely place. Filled with drifting stars and tattered planets. A place of sanctuary. A place of death. Finding little meaning in time. Space was apart from it. Beyond birth and beyond death, belonging not even to life, but to a place between. Belonging to a flow, a pattern, connecting the living, and connecting the dead. Connecting them together and binding them, the dark and the light, so that neither was far from the other, and melding them together, just as it had been in the dawn of time. Indifferent to life as it was indifferent to death, for both were an everyday occurrence. As quick to change as the snap-hiss of his magnificent saber. Dangerous as a double-edged blade. A milky silence demanding reverence and fear. Cold, cold as his calculating shimmering eyes. Yes, space was something else. It whispered promises of solitary death, the same promises existing in the swish of Lord Exodus' cloak, or the clacking of his boots across the steely floor. Space is a place of past, and lost to the present. The man wiped the black hilt thudding against his thigh, gazing into the mystifying expanse, Exodus drifted into his thoughts and back into his memories..

He believed, but he could not be sure. Time slipped between his fingers, racing through every moment that he tried to slow and savor, and stretching the moments of bleak nothingness across eternity. Only the ebb and flow of power soothed him and allowed him to lose himself in the rhythmic hiss of the wind's breathing that stole from the sleep he no longer required. In the few scattered moments of self left to him he would entertain the impossibility that beneath his problematic shell he was still whole and human. That, should he so choose, he could simply peel away the thick layers of cloth and darkness to reveal the same body he had seen the last time he had willfully looked in a mirror. At times he held this image close, until its searing presence burned his mind and heart. He would then hold it a moment longer because for that moment it reminded him that he was alive. But living meant burning and so he would retreat into reality. Forgetting that time before and the time during when he had been dying and kept alive by passion and hatred. That time, the bridge between his life and his current existence where he could trace his journey into what he had become rather that silently pretend that it had simply happened and now he was a Sith Lord. ”œAlora”

The sun had set and left the world coated in a mist of darkness. The black sky was littered with thousands of shimmering stars; everything was peaceful, quiet, the only sound was the blood soaked ocean waves crashing its edge on the coastline. Darth Exodus stood by the window of his given vessel, looking out into the night. Through the window he could smell the cool, salty air. It was calming enough. Night was what came after the sunset, and as he viewed it signified the end of the life in so many ways, only those strong enough to go on would see the next day to come. "Enter the academy, descend into the lower levels and find a door, smeared in the blood of a Jedi - Marked "Ex". Those are my chambers, and that is where you will find various scrolls and teachings of the Sith. Concentrate, allow your mind to process the information and build yourself a weapon - whatever your preference." Shutting down the vessel and computing the last necessary procedures, Exodus would turn to face the beautiful woman, awaiting a knowledge that would soon come to her. She was magnificent in every manner, but to allow her to know such would be quite devastating. The accomplishments to come would be at risk if he did so, and thus he brushed past her. "I know you have seen and witnessed bloodshed before. Gather what you can and return to me, I will be embarking on my own such happenings within the Academy.." Turning leaning towards her face, he would caress a single hand across her cheeks and brush several strands of hair from her ear. His touch was overwhelming, filled with sensual feelings that would send various different messages throughout her neural system. Regardless, this was no flirtatious gesture, he was rather planting a comlink onto her for her own saftey. "Call me if anything happens.." The Sith stepped out onto the cold bricks of a small terrace that faced the ever-lasting sea. He walked further out, his feet sinking into the coarse, pallid sand. Stopping only a few yards from where the water soaked the land, Exodus held one hand with the other in front him, his arms hanging, relaxed. The cool breeze danced passed his face and blew against his bare chest as it moved on, brushing his exposed skin with it's soothing texture. He had removed the bandages, only a little blood seeping over the wound and trickling down his waist to be caught by the material of his pants. He was healing rather quick, and almost completely at that. The scenery was different, but the feeling was all the same - The dark forces smothering the vicinity with its supremacy. This was a feeling to be treasured while it lasted. He made no move to glance over his shoulder as the girl watched him from the vessel some several meters behind. He was tired of her intruding on him, yet her presence was different than some others'. There was something about her intellect that caught him; she had a way of figuring things out with very little information, which surprised Exodus since most people either were completely in touch with such knowledge, (like the Force), or they were too stupid to ever make sense of things. Regardless, Exodus began his infamous stride into the academy, hoping to find his former master and exchange recent events with her.

Still settling with the experiences that were now shared with another, even if they were exceedingly brief, it touched him that he could finally allocate such. The constant vibrations and alterations throughout the ship had come to a complete stop and Exodus would rise from his seated position once more. No emotion marked upon his face, simply content with his current success and progression in life. ”œExhilarating isn't it? It can show you much more.”

This was expected, none would grasp hold of such so easily. She had great potential, she was willing to learn and take hold of whatever knowledge he had to expend towards her. At this point, it seemed more then a thirst to show her the dark, he was sure of it. He respected and honored most if not all of his brethren, but examining further - They were all blinding themselves with unending amount of rage and emotions that they fooled themselves into believing to have conquered. If she could learn to 'use' her emotions without turning into a mindless bloodthristy animal, Exodus would prove to be more than proud. Watching her through the force, clawing at it's essence, attemping to selfishly contain it all within the very moment would get her nowhere fast. It took time, patience, and allowing the force to feed of her emotions would definately quicken the pace. "Here, hold my hand" The very texture of their oxygen began to turn. Thickening and becoming intoxicated with a blend of obsidian hues. The durasteel floors chilled with an unbearable temperate. Regardless, once contact was made, he would fill her with an ecstacy never experienced before.

Exodus was inscrutable under the hood of his cloaks, his mood indecipherable from his expression. Cross-legged, arms intertwined and head bowing in thought it was evident that he was in deep meditation before now. Abruptly as it had started the violent flow of obsidian-grey energy stopped. Normally, such disruption would send him into a fierce demeanor. Fortunately for her, he wanted to teach her more and sought this as an opportunity to do so. Exodus would pat the section of ground, signaling her to take seat next to him. ”œMeditation; It's the only substitution I have for sleep now at this point. There are many differences between this new method of rest and your old one, the measure of sound certainly not being the least; it's never silent when you meditate, as it should be. The force echoes on and on, never once missing a beat, and sometimes in my most irrational moments I swear I can hear the underlying sounds of choked-off sobs and shrilling screams intermingling with my breaths; I'd like to say those moments are few and far in between, but lying can only go so far.”

Mallichae Syn had been born in a hole. Born to a lifetime of slavery without even knowing it, and it had gone downhill from there. As he grew up, it grew worse, and he grew number to the pain and death he brought about out of mere servitude. At times he had even started to take pleasure in his gruesome tasks. And then, slowly; it had happened right under his nose, but simply did not exist in his memory: he had begun to live for it. He had become a hideous beast devoid of all sentiment save for bloodlust. Although, his composure and sanity kept intact, this was his clouded past. Always too painful to even remember, and so he left those memories buried within the depths of space itself. Navigations were setlling just fine, and the thought of introducing Dominique to his former Master was a brilliant plan, if she still remained within the academy. "Damn, what does she want now?" Lifting himself from his seated position, and wondering to the corridor in which Dominique cleansed herself from the mysteries that Exodus still mumbled over - He would slip his own robe off of his shoulders and allow it to slide over his forearm. "Here, use this." Letting the extravagant attire fall into the grasp of the naked Dominique, Exodus would simply inhale deeply and wonder back to his quarters, accepting the cold temperatures of space.

It's amazing how much beauty is contained in a single glimmering star. His earliest memory, staring up into the darkness, awestruck by the never-ending canopy of twinkling diamonds that stretched farther than his eyes could perceive. How could the universe hold so many examples of perfection? A star has no defaults, no flaws to mar its silvery radiance. Its only thought, only goal, is to send its sparkling rays out into the great void, until time or man extinguishes its precious beams. Stars have a passionate, uncontrollable beginning and a frosty, silent end, but no one remembers those events. It's those middle years, when they shine in the twilight through the dusky skies of distant worlds, which truly matter. Exodus often thought the same way about love. At first it burns wildly, fiercely, without any regard for those around it. Infantile love, in its early stages of existence, is selfish; your feelings, and the object of your affection, are dwelt upon more than anything else. Flames, leaping higher and higher, consuming thoughts, emotions, ties, and flesh itself. First love rages and roars, absorbed in its own powerful vigor. This is how he felt, but he hid it well. Eventually though, that ardor must fade. Passion grows weak on lust and physical attraction, and desires stronger food: constancy, fidelity, and devotion. The heat and uncontrollable excitement of immature love subsides, yet something still remains: sincere affection. A small fire, not a conflagration, it burns slowly but faithfully, and neither depression, nor fear, nor loneliness can snuff out its light. Only death. Still, she was different. It was odd how one could go from straying emotionless to suffering from the same thing he feared. Maybe the only thing he feared. Spider, he could be sure to smack it out of him, he idolized his friend for how he carried himself with such prowess and determination, but was he too suffering? He had to clear his mind, keep focus and allow the darkness to guide him. This was the only answer, the only option. And then it happened. Silence was broken and her serene voice filled the air again, but he would keep his composure and show no sign of weakness. "To Königreich des Teufels. You must learn from this place, understand it if you will"

Nodding his head in respect, Exodus spun on his heel and exited the noise-filled establishment. His thirst to feel the force once more quickened his pace, the stolen shuttle remained in the distance, unharmed and unnoticed. Assuming Dominique still trailed, he pushed forward, slapping random codes into the abused keypad. Minutes later, it gave way, allowing exhaust to pour from the insides and give leverage to both him and the girl. ”œI've got to show you something.”

”œTouchẻ”

A brow lifted, noticing the inadvertent shivers flourishing throughout her rather fine-looking figure. Did the notification of being of such prowess frighten her? Impossible, he seen it her eyes ”“ she was fearless, the way she carried herself proved that she was at least obliquely capable of being ”˜valiant'. Leaning back on his stool, examining her bodily notions further, Exodus placed his hand within a canister, removing a tasteful straw from its containment before placing it within the hold of his naturally glossy lips. ”œIf I recall correctly...”

Exodus relaxed at the sound of her appealing voice, reminiscing over the previous events that led him to such an encounter. Moving his hand easily through his desired locks of hair, allowing his pupils to settle in radiance as he went over the name in his mind once more, wondering if he had ever met such a woman before ”“ although it was unlikely. Regardless, he would bring the glass to his lips once more and allow the soothing liquid to remedy his desperate insides before placing the emptied cup across the counter. ”œThey call me, Exodus.”

Without turning or raising his head from the drink before him, Exodus let out a slow breath, hoping it would ease some of his anxiety. The fine tune, coming to a complete stop. The bartender paused, as if awaiting a violent reaction to spring. Exodus, remained still - as if waiting to lash out with an unsuspecting amount of rage. Rather, it was the complete opposite. Exodus played a devious grin to his sly figure, his magnificent features becoming apparent through the darkness of his attire. Maybe the question was too personal, maybe the tune was something of his past, a past long forgotten - But as chosen, Exodus ignored the question completely and shifted his body to face hers. "What is your.. name?" Sizing her, from top to bottom, and back again. An intrigued expression positioned itself on the Sith Lord's face. There was something about her that moved him, and attracted his senses to a swelling point. She was different, she was capable..

Something was different, and it had stirred Exodus from the haven of a dreamless sleep into the cold, awaiting arms of semi-consciousness. Too irritated to surrender just yet, he stubbornly closed his eyes and attempted to fling himself back into that previous state of contentment. Instead, Exodus dangled precariously in half-awareness, unable to calm his mind and drift back to sleep. Annoyed, he stretched out his senses to locate the source of his awakening. And make it pay, he smiled to himself. The cool vessel breeze drifted in from the landing port. It was sweeter than Exodus could ever imagine, free from the heat the city-dwellers had slaughtered his mind with before. Exodus pried open his eyes to peer through the darkness. Standing, silhouetted against the partially rebuilt vessel. Slipping off the ship panel, allowing the exhaust to cover his appearance, Exodus pulled his dark robe over his body and furthered such an appearance. Lights, noise, overcrowding. It all bothered him immediately and it seemed that he would have to reduce such nuisances before him. Unfortunately, this place was loaded with mountains of security and precautions that would prevent him to do so. His energies compressed by an unknown matter, and his body repenting against any form of movement would only aggravate him onto another level. Still, his stoic and calm expression laid under his extravagant robe and a drink would easily bring him to par with his mentality. He followed his feet, allowing them to wander in the direction of what would seem to be a most mysterious woman, sitting there with her hood smothering her identity. "Water will be fine." Placing himself upon the stool next to the woman, he began to hum a tune that even the woman would have to strain to comprehend. He was at harmony with himself, which was a moment to cherish - seeing as this had never once happened before and was sure to end only minutes after..

Nothing was ever written in stone. There was always the fork in the path, the decision that could take one's life in either of two completely opposite directions. For him, as far as Exodus was concerned, there had been no decision, no turning point. He was to serve Nurgle completely and knew such was the case from the first moment that he laid eyes on his divinity. But he knew his own strength of will. He knew that he would not accept that he was his; he knew that he would not come to him easily. That he might never come to him at all, but Exodus knew the day would come. Carefully reaching into his wavering robe, removing a mechanical device from a hidden compartment and extending it to Nurgle before him, allowing the comm link to fall into the god's grasp. "Your excellency. I find that the realization of the matter is condemned to a more serious tone, a tone in which I cannot yet fully follow. I believe partnership, associates or something of that nature could be established, but to dwell into deeper methods, it would require deep mediation and time to cut loose a decision." Nodding in respect, Exodus turned on his heel and sauntered into the forest, immediately the threatening feelings were out of reach. The trees became a big blanket, castinghim in even more shadow and gloominess. "I shall contact you from time to time, we'll have much to discuss in due time" Once again, marching off with utmost confidence, treading with a tempting dominance even in his early stages of his legacy all the while respecting the supremacy that ruled over the lands, lands in which he took fondness over. He had to admit. The dark and peculiar mysticism that devoured this world, fed him with impudence in which he took control over almost immediately. There it was, his crafty vessel, buried within the thickness of it all ”“ succumbed to the suffocating malevolence that loomed the area. Lifting a weary arm, extending it to its full extent, banishing waves of the force in order to rid the vessel of the microorganisms and vines that it reeked of, all the while releasing the exhaust pipes on the clamped shuttle door, allowing it to fall to an ear shattering crack amongst the already tortured land. ”œSo long, Nurgle..”

A cold breeze gusted through the close-knit trees, the sudden stir reviving the failing embers of the fire. Exodus contemplated the ideals that were established within the conversation. At first, the thought of performing adequate missions or tasks for the superior being would suffice - but now these sacrifices began to sound threatening, discriminating to his very soul. What was he to do? He knew what he wanted, but how he wanted it would differ in masses. "Power, knowledge - The same and not. I seek these two quantities to heighten what this vessel can perform. I wish to reach levels unattainable by most. You must think I am a mindless puppet, searching for such merely for recognition and fame. That is far from the truth, this determination resolves my revelation to protect the Sith, my family and for personal satisfaction. A satisfaction that will create clearification to my purpose.. That purpose.. The purpose for my existence."

He could feel his vast reserves of energy ebbing on low now that his hysteria had started to calm and his adrenaline fuelled body started to flush itself of excess biological proteins. Exodus' infernal grumbling was louder in his head now than it had been for months, he had little doubt that his lack of sleep and physical exhaustion contributed to such darkened rowdiness. His mind tried to shied away for the reason he was trudging so far through cautious territories. To say he had been surprised by the question, caught off guard, were mere excuses that he would not allow himself, they were excuses unworthy of Sith and he held himself to a higher standard. His tuition under such a division eliminated any recklessness and enhanced his vigilance and readiness to face threats that opposed him. Nonetheless, this one was more welcoming. His tone sly, and cunning as if planning something to an alterior degree already. Respectfully speaking, Exodus kept himself in check, as to not aggravate the superiority that stood before him. "I seek guidance, power, a reason of fulfillment. I am lost without such, and grow in strength for what would seem to be a very bland and narrow view. I wish to expand such, throughout the knowledge that you have shown already. Will you show me the way?"

Suddenly a blinding light flooded into the mind of Exodus as the opposing fist emerged from and connected in mid-air. Exodus' eyes fluttered open as the feeling burned through his eyelids, causing him a moment's discomfort, only aiding the discomfort in his throbbing head from wherever the actual connection was. Slowly, his mind began to revert to full consciousness as the interruption from the impossibly dim illumination from his opponent's eyes chased away the last of his troubled dream. The surface was a mere few feet below the falling soldiers; the rocky grounds were indeed fast approaching. With no point in time to waste, watching time float by in a dawdling, measured pace. Exodus spun and froze in full form, lengthening both his arms and once more, discharging a remarkable quantity of force, it surpassed its expectancy, shattering the section of terrain into a complete disarray of minerals. The moment seized its sluggish state, igniting into a fury of movement. Fact was, ”œSpider”

The warm air whipped around him, cruelly flirting with the layers of his war torn robe. It was true, the speed of his ally had increased to a desirable amount. Perception alone struggled to match his sudden arrival from the rear position. Still, that very same speed came with a most unattractive feature. The speed designed his robes to flutter with a sudden ferocity, warning Exodus of what exactly was happening. Quickly, with the agility he could muster from his sense of training, he spun on his heel, extending his arm just before the lightsaber would hit and sent a horrifying explosive of the force - certain to send him from the threatening attack. "Impressive speed, brother. Show me more." Pouncing from his position, resembling a vicious predator, Exodus would land near the opponent's supposed position - not expecting the propulsion of the force to affect his ally at all. Sweeping the floor with his destructive weapon, exposing all manners of debris and intoxications to obscure vision surrounding his opponent completely within what would seem to be a mere second. Following suit, Exodus would launch himself into the air in retrospect to Form IV and plummet to his opponents position with such finesse, leaving dazzling sparks from even before his launch. The onslaught would be followed by a tremendous amount of force, threatening to crater the very earth.

The winds blew uncontrollably now, biting viciously into the skin left uncovered by the rips in his battle-tattered clothes. These were unnatural winds, with strength of distorted enormity. But such realizations bypassed Exodus, his eyes focused with unwavering intensity upon his soon to be opponent. No forces or powers could distract him from the object of that stood before him and power. The winds bellowed and whistled, trees and rocks cracking undertow, escalating with each passing second, with each tightening of Exodus' fist. Specs of black began to appear as its instigators, filling the skies. ”˜I'm game.' Instantly the darkness erupted, filling the skies. Specs turned to walls, and a swirling tornado of deadly black sent Exodus powerfully into the air, before his incredible reactions - parting the ground from it's base and ascending to the air, feet clinging to the section of rock by an attachment of the resilient force. Exodus' pale emerald eyes continued to carefully examine his genetically altered ally/opponent, constantly keeping his senses alert for any change in the display. His face, obscured by the overhang of a hood, revealing but a fraction of the violent emotions that roiled within him. Only those sickly-colored eyes occasionally betrayed the full malevolence that lurked beneath the surface. His black robes stirred softly as he moved a glove-clad hand to his lightsaber, illuminating and releasing the beast from it's hold. [Dude, Yue - Fix your Sig width, I know mine isnt perfect size to the limitations yet but yours is expanding the forum like crazy. ]

The gusts that rippled the dark robed figure were as cold and uncaring as the black heart that was wrapped against the wind's icy fingers. A middle-aged face, showing the first markings of terrain, which would become increasingly deep ravines of hate and evil, smiled with a despicable contempt. Exodus' eyes were buried in the shadows of the hood, which pulled over the head of the mysterious man. The smile broadened, showing a line of teeth that would become fresh and desirable for blood. Indeed he was powerful as he had foreseen and it delighted him to know that within his heinous grasp he was gradually tearing apart the fragile fabric of the galaxy, unfolding events to come. As he stepped into the spacious but illuminated spotlight he unclipped a lightsaber from a belt concealed beneath the black sea of cloaks that still whipped and danced at his feet. Within an instant, a brilliant crimson flame of light ensued from the cold metal hilt, swivelling and cutting through the air with grace and dexterity in the hands of its master. It hummed and buzzed with each cut, slicing perfect chunks through the musty internal atmosphere, like he had dreamed of carving through the heart of those that opposed him. Holding the brilliant but deadly weapon in his hand aroused memories of how he had risen to become Lord. He was infantile in his powers next to him, almost reaching to an uncontrollable height - but through discipline he would tame it and with each passing generation the Sith proved to becoming stronger. "Progressing, I guess you could say." Without shifting gaze, Exodus lifted a simple hand - unraveling it to seemingly play with the air. What followed was another lightsaber, the one his ally hand his eyes on. Allowing it to dance in the air and then come to rest within the hands of Spider. "Have it, It is of no use to me. I picked it up from some Jedi." Focusing mainly on what was said earlier, he thought; Who was this Nurgle? A God? Well this was certainly something out of his experience and would have to be evaluated immediately. If such power could be granted to Spider, Exodus would more than likely obligate himself to such offerings in order to allow himself to be furthered. "Nurgle. Old friend, take me to him?" [sorry sloppy roleplaying. Sort of rushing it and it's my birthday today so I'm kind of back and forth.]

A dark haze of obsidian energy spread across the grayish landscape in decadent hues; a fog composed of dankness and violet-crimson whispers from a time forgotten by humans flowed throughout the atmosphere in tendrils that distorted and evaporated around the spectre of darkness known as Exodus. Heat, like palpable anger, rose and fell with the being's sleepless breaths. Valiantly, holding its place before his old friend. He noticed the changes, the alterations, the darkness risen within his friend. He definately changed for the best, but what exactly was he? His entire structure, turned to a superiority of things. For the first time, Exodus felt envious. It wasn't due to the assumed differences in power, it was due to the creativity invested in his own vessel. Appreciating the comments thrown towards him, Exodus paid it no mind - He knew he was due for self improvement. "Just exploring, old friend. What business do you have here?"

Darkness. It is a vast, encompassing thing. It spreads out over everything, encircling, covering, hiding. Many things can hide in its folds, others can live in it. They say the darkness is dangerous, deadly. Exodus extends such a vision. The darkness is his ally. It is full of life, cold and fulfilling, he basks in it, and thrives in all its glory. "This place, filled with plague, rot and extinction. I love it." The suggestion pasts, and he remains silent - still in the intoxicated air. The only thing that can be heard is the wind whipping at his refined robes, the air taxes as it passes in the distance. He felt the darkened powers of others still remaining on the plant, ooze through him and fill him with their hate, their agony and their bloodied intent. Exploration was due, to find out the source of such would prove to be more then sufficient. The base crackled and the venoms spilled, acidic tendrils trembling wildly in the slight stirring of air. In the core of the conflagration lay a body, wrapped in cool cream tunics, limbs settled in attempted semblance of a peaceful sleep. The eyes, of such brilliance they would have rivaled the devouring blaze, were closed””but the mouth was open, as if to search for breath through the smoke, as though there were more words that needed to be spoken. Exodus enjoyed the sight, the unsuspecting happenings that caused his death remained a mystery even in all of its brutality. Pushing this all aside, an arrogant stride was initiated. The Sith Lord, moving with a death-defying sly that stirred the wild. They were near, infact they were just ahead - The castle-like structure was impossible to miss and it would seem he was just outside of such. Chatter was heard, Yes. He was sure that the source of malevolence stringed from around here and thus; he revealed himself, face masked to those around by the intimidating attire, clinging to his warrior figure.. "Spider? This is where you've been?"

Stars shot past in a noiseless dance of dazzling lights, the fiery pinpoints wheeling and whirling as the vessel shot through the field of lights. One might notice an odd flare to this particular craft immediately, it being that the glaring engines failed to glow their normal red but instead gave off a deep blue radiance. On a second glance, an onlooker would note the intricate pattern of black serpents weaving its way across the entire craft, each one devouring the tail of the one before it. The endless cycle of life. And thus the vessel streaked towards the sphere of Vjun, the pilot responding to that flashing indication of an urgent message. The only thing out of place was that, well, he responded to it before it started flashing. The holotranciever buzzed to life, the visage of his supportive droid brought into being by the wonder of technology, words flowing forth. "Darth Exodus, Sir. Your required destination has been implemented, Further assistance will be noticed when alarmed, Good day." Exodus smiled to himself as the message played itself out and faded from view, his eyes glancing up at the fast approaching world ahead and reassuring himself that soon he would be flying over it's lush canopies again, a thoroughly relaxing occasion that the Sith Lord looked forward too. Exodus eased his intricately decorated craft closer to the atmoshperic proportions, performing a few rolls and darting around the larger mass for a short time, before pressing a very unique button. He had modified his beloved vessel to his tastes not long ago, and this was one of the features added. Outside, in the cold of space the radiant blue of those engines pulsed with a new light, the sudden burst of propulsion turning the craft into a far off dot. The vessel plunged through the atmosphere, cutting it like a knife and soaring over a blurred field of jungle trees. The effects of its boost wore off and the vast green carpet below began to show its more detailed features. If only the Sith could hear more of the undergrowth's sounds from here. The temple reared up and the craft slowed further, it's pilot manoeuvring it to land within the main hanger. The cockpit hissed open and the form of Mallichae Syn emerged, lowering himself from the vessel and removing his helmet to reveal a head of black hair, his legs beginning to carry him on a leisurely walk towards the unknown..