Darth Hatred

*Watching the young Sith approach and bow, never uttering a sound, he already had earned points with Hatred. The master started walking around his new apprentice, like a hyena circling prey.* You have already learned a valuable lesson, with me. Never ever speak to me unless I ask you a question. You keep your mouth shut and your ears open, and you will be one of the most feared and coveted Sith masters. I will train you to be violent when needed, but know how to control that, and only unleash it when absolutely necessary. I will train you how to kill a lifeform in 1000 different ways, or remain diplomatic, when the opposition outweighs you. I will show you how to fight hand-to-hand, with a blaster, and improve you lightsaber skills exponentially, until your use with all weapons is mastery. I will show you how to survive on the slimmest of materials, and to get credits when you need them. And most importantly, I will show you how to MASTER the dark side, to harness it, to become part of it, to manipulate it and bend it to your wil. Do you have any questions for me? *Hatred looks down at his newest apprentice, and awaits a reply*

Vyxor, you are to report to the "training facility" at once. I am presently there, and looking forward to seeing how far you've come.

*Hatred sat bolt-upright in bed, eyes wide open, senses feeling outside of his door. Where was he? He had very little memory of the last several days. Closing his eyes, he shook his head to try and clear the muddled thoughts. Mim... Mimban. That was the name of this place. Looking at the clock in his room, he saw that he had been solidly alseep for 2 full cycles. Getting out of his bed, and reaching into his travel duffel for a clean shirt, he walked to the latrine, and splashed water onto his face. Now awake, he paced his room a few times, then headed out the door. His first stop was to get food. Ravenous again, he ate extremely well. After eating, he headed out. The halls were empty, not so much as a mouse could be heard. The only sound was his boots hitting the floor, and with no other sounds, the dull thud seemed to radiate around him. He must find the training facility, as he was desiring to practice. It had been long since his lightsaber had been drawn. Perhaps a practice droid would be in order, set to kill. After wandering around, he finally located the closest thing to a facility available. He opened the door and stepped inside.*

*After several hours in the darkness, Hatred felt his knees groan under his weight. He was tunic-less, and sweat was pouring from every pore in his body. He had reached another plateu of enlightenment; one that seemed to open up his understanding about this place; the reasons the Sith had chosen this particualr location. The spirits of his ancestors were strong here. There were secrets that this place held. Secrets that he was willing to unlock the mystery of. As he stood, the first thing he noticed, after the groan of protest in his knees, was that he had a very empty feeling in his stomach. He dressed quickly and found his way out of the temple. Pulling his cloak around him, he started back for the compound. Several hours, in this weather. Upon arriving, he recalled his short tour, found the mess hall, and ordered a raw bantha steak tar-tar. After he devoured two of them, he drank wine until his belly was full and his head woozy. He made his way back to his quarters, slipped out of his boots and tunic, and slept. A long peaceful, dreamless slumber. For 2 full days.*

*Bows graciously at Raynuk, Brook and Viano* Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Montar. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I am going to try some meditative practices in the temples. To see what I can see. *with a nod of his head* Lady Brook, Lord Montar. *looking down at Viano* Little master Viano. *Hatred starts on his trek through the muck to the temples. They didn't look that far away. Perhaps he could make them by nightfall. Checking again for his lightsaber, he takes what appears to be the path of least resistance. After many hours of travel, and a few backtracks, he finally arrived at the first of what appeared to be many temples. He could feel the dark side eminate from all around him here. This will be the perfect place to meditate. And with that final thought, he stepped into the darkness.*

*Hatred, walking slowly around the chamber, finally settled behind Raynuk, making certain to remain silent and out of the way of conversations. He looked at Brook. From what he could recall, she had not aged a day. And this child. Quite smart, already. Stepping from behind Raynuk, Hatred speaks to JGoD* Hello, Brook. It has been ages. Ages since I have laid eyes upon you, and I see that you have a new Sith among us. *Nodding at Viano, and looking directly, but not menacingly, at the child* And he is the image of his father. Proud, Barohm would be. *Turning to his side, to speak to Raynuk:* Now, please, if you can show me to my quarters, lest I should be let loose to roam and find them myself.

Yes, Brother, where can I quarter? It has long been that I have had a proper shower and a change of clothing. As you can see, I have not been without adventure myself, *shows Raynuk his tattered pants and shirt, under the cloak* and I feel that food may also be in order, as I have not had much sustinance as of late. And you say that Bishop is presently here? I would love to speak with my former apprentice, to see how he has developed himself. One thing at a time, though. First, quarters, next, food, perhaps rest and meditations, then a meeting. If we are in such disaray, perhaps it is time to set a power structure up again. But all things great to those of patience. Please, Lord Montar, lead on. *holds out his hand in gesture to follow Raynuk*

*Extending his hand to shake arms, the two Sith head into the building. The roar of wind and rain made it difficult to hear, and Hatred chose not to speak until the doors had closed. The only sounds were those of water dripping off of the cloaks. The two walked in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Hatred spoke to Raynuk.* It has been long that I have been away. Whom do you refer to as your leader? Fill me in on everything, as I have been to the farthest reaches, and back again. I am curious, though, as to the reason Mimban was selected. *Raynuk chose not to tell Hatred currently, rather he waited until they had arrived in the main chamber. Once there, Raynuk turned to Hatred and only said that he should wiat there, and promptly disappeared, assumingly to bring a few more Sith to meet him, and answer his questions.*

*Hatred received the comm granting permission to land, and punched the landing coordiantes into the navputer. "Do not expect an easy ride". That statement stuck. He closed the comm and throttled his ship into the upper atmosphere, rolled 180 degrees, and started his descent into the sky. As far as he could see, the entire planet was covered in clouds. Lightning could be seen everywhere, and what was strange was that it was black and red, indicating super-hot temperatures. This shall be interesting. Once he had cleared the upper atmosphere, his ship was immediately met with sharp updrafts and crosswinds. He was an experienced pilot, but even this would test his abilities. Fighting the yolk, when he moved it this way, the wind blew that way, or shot up immediately under him. Tired of fighting, he nosed the ship straight down (or what he hoped was, anyway) and opened the engines wide. The ship shot straight down, at insane acceleration. He finally broke free of the clouds, and throttled back, pulling gently on the yoke, until the ship was horizontal again. He set the ship on auto-pilot, where it set for the landing pad. Upon touchdown, Hatred powered the tiny ship down, got up, grabbed his gear and headed to the gangplank to disembark. The first thing noticed was the rain, and standing water everywhere. This was the perfect location for the Sith. Stepping off the gangplank, he immediately raised his hood, hiding all but a sillouhette. Checking for his lightsaber, he walked forward. Nice greeting party,*

*On the bridge of his small personal ship, The Excessum, Darth Hatred emerges from the deepest reaches of space. It has been too long since his last interaction with his Sith brethren, and it was time to make his appearance known. After what seemed like years of practice and meditation, finally understanding the Force, and what he was capable of, Hatred desired the taste of battle, and Jedi blood, agian. Opening the comm channel, he speaks into the mic:* Darth Hatred requesting permission to land.

Lord Heretic, it seems that they were telling the truth. Tracing the origin of the message, it came from some distance, but with a small amount of research, I can get a closer location. It wil take some time.

Yes, my master, I do have the Sith Army, availble at hand. The only problem is their numbers are not what they were before the Jedi took out our home. I think there are only about 2000, or so left. *Hatred hits the comm device on his wrist, and the Sith Army pours into the chamber, standing there, awaiting orders.* I guess we can send them, along with the Sith Guards, if Lord Zar will allow it. *Looks at BZ, waiting for a reply.*

*Looking at Darth Hexious, as if he had quite very easily lost his mind, the Sith Master (yes, I'm still a master) starts laughing at Hexious uncontrollably. After a moment, he catches his breath and speaks.* You challenge me for leadership of the Sith? Bishop was bold, but brave, and rightfully so. You are just stupid in assuming 1) that I am the leader of the Sith, 2) that you are powerful enough to take me on, even in my slightly weakened state, armor or no armor, and 3) that you have any heirship or birthright to lead anyone. you can barely navigate the stars, and you want to lead us? *Turns around to see all of the Sith standing in the room. Looking at BZ:* Would you, Zar, follow this fool? *BZ shakes his head in a resounding "no". Looking at Bishop:* Apprentice, are you ready to follow another? *Before Bishop could answer, Hatred snaps his head back to Hexious, followed rapidly by his lightsaber being brought out, the snap-hiss of activiation heard.* You want to challenege me?!?! Bring it, then, if you think you can beat me.

Apprentice, why you took it upon yourself to open the shield is beyond me. You did not, and still do not have the authority to make those kinds of decisions. I am very dissapointed in you for letting the Sith down. You do not even deserve to be a Sith, much less, my apprentice. *Starting to Force-choke BoB.* You will learn your place, and you will stop questioning my motives, or I will be the death of YOU.

*Hatred looks at Bishop as if he's lost his mind.* Are you sure that you want to stand there, before me, knowing what you did? I will KILL you for your insollence!!! *Hatred, even in his state of losing the force, is able to effortlessly pick Bishop up by his throat, and fling him across the room, hearing his head hit a bulkhead, a dull thud is heard, and blood starts to run from a split in his the back of his head.*