Marth Rylus

The workings of Mechis III thrummed eternally as droid after droid worked its way into existance. The planet pumped its self reliance into a stream of oncoming noise as metal's clanged together, the lifeblood of the world. Yet even through this ever present sound, came a profound silence. Marth Rylus sat motionless in the hanger of Mechis III, his chest rising and falling in rythem witht he constant beating of time. He was the only being on the entire planet who had an inch of carbon within him. Droids scruffled around him without a second glance; as if their artificial perceptions were even capable of truly glancing. Kakuto Ryu was no longer present on Mechis III. Marth had created his lightsaber, a purple pillar capable of vast destruction unbeknowst to any conventional weapon. Yet after charged with this task, the Sith apprentice had carried it out with perfection. He even managed to test his new piece of equipment on a rather foolish bounty hunter. Yet that momentarily encounter was not enough to quench Marth's need for more. He was alone, profoundly, purly, totally alone. "KAKUTOOOOO!" Marth's desperate yells echoed into oblivion as he again recieved no response. Was this some kind of test? If he decided to make a break for freedom, would the Dark Lord eliminate him for such an attempt? The Sith apprentice's pulse began to speed up, as if his heart was pumping adrenaline through his veins. If this was a test, Marth would take it head on. He would no longer cower in fear while drowning in lonliness. He would break free. The Sith apprentice grabbed a simple star fighter, unused within the hanger. He gunned the engine on as blue flame erupted from the end of the vessel. The flames tore through the hanger, melting a passing droid. The remaining droids within the base all turned in astonishment as one of their own fell to a heated fate. Those with blasters let lose their shots, hoping to bring down what had caused the anomoly. Marth poured over his control yoke, the flashing lights and doodats looking quite foreign. Nothing was familiar here. His momentary panic soon melted into conentration as he opened himself to the familar presence of the Force. The Dark Side took hold of him, grasping his concentration into an art of sublime skill and controlled breathing. Rylus hit the first button he found. The ship slowly began to rise, its repulserlifts spewing smoke into the ground. Marth grasped the joy-stick so tightly his knuckles turned white. As his small fighter cleared the hanger, a feint alarm resounded through the mechanized world. Within moments, several other fighters took the skies. "Not good," Moric thought to himself as he surveyed the rest of his dash. He punched his ship to the right, heading right towards his attackers. Running in his situation would only result in a prolonged death. It was either fight or die. "Weapons...weapons," Moric muttered softly under his breath as brilliant laser blasts exploded around him. His previous knowledge of Tatooine speeders provided the only means for which he could compare his currenty system to that of which he remembered. His fingers flushed over the soft red trigger, resting in the small pocket attached to the back of the joystick. Marth jammed the button down probably harder than he ment to. Brilliant green blasts exited his own ship and sailed magnificaintly through the greying atmosphere. His adversary could do nothing but change course as it barely avoided a terminating shot. Guided by the ever present hand of the Force, Marth saw his oppertunity. He punched the throttle forward (at least what he though was the throttle). His ship converged into the attack formation that his enemy was once in. This time however, Marth's own vessel was facing the other direction, bursting through the ranks of his opponents. By the time the droids had the oppertunity to turn around and persue, Moric was far out of their range, and increasing in speed. His ship bursted through the atmoshpere into the serene nothingness of space, acosted by frailing shots from below, none of which could touch him. He didn't care where the hyperspace computer was programmed to go, but simply puched in the coordinates that first appeared on his dated Navi computer. His ship soon blasted into the deminsion of hyperspace with a flash of psudomotion. He headed into the black abyss of the ownknown...to freedom.

Purple tore through flesh and bone as a whole the size of small cocanut formed within Alpha's stomach. They boy fell to the ground instantly, his eyes glazed with the ghoustly apparation of death. Marth's flouresent blade reverted into inexistance as the hanger sunddely plunged into its innate metalic darkness. Fett's body crumpled to the ground, his resolve eternally broken. Rylus got to his feat, his face bore no scratches or bruises. "That fight was no harder than the droids..." Rylus spoke for the first time sense the battle began, his words cutting through the melencholy hanger like fingernails on a chalk board. His tone only seemed to fit his surroundings as its drab nature continued to pump droid after droid into existance. This place was getting on his nerves. Marth made his way inside the Mechis facility once more. His Master was soon to appear at any moment. Perhaps he will not make a wrong turn this time...

As time slowly past, Marth could feel his protection getting weaker. The sheer power of the blastds began to wear down the ancient metal keeping Rylus alive. His breaths began to sink back to their normal rhythm, having received ample time to catch his breath. His mind was spinning. A simple job as a mechanic on Tatooine never required this much thought. Marth kept his awareness running, letting the Force track Fett's movements. Apparently the young boy kept hold of a metal blank, looking to cover himself from any counter attack. A smile graced Marth's face, its sadistic facade hidden from Alpha's vision. If only he could see it... Rylus' purple blade suddenly came alive, bathing the chaotic wreckage with its soothing light. The purple stream mixing with the red carnage of Fett's blaster created a murky aura. 3... Marth's eyes were closed, the blaster fire ringing through his mind. He could feel it breaking through. 2.... There was only a few inches left now, his protective shield failing. 1... Rylus spun, pivoting on his right heel. Continuing his fluid motion, he launched his massive blade, letting its carnage tear though whatever shield was left. The purple pillar of light punctured the metal sheet, driving into his flesh. Fett's own skill and resourcefulness would determine how deep the wound would progress.... ((3))

Marth certainly wasn't expecting such a force ramming into him. This one was certainly resourceful. His full weight slammed into the wall behind him, his massive frame creating a slight indentation in the metal. The young Sith got to his feet, his back aching slightly. He didn't have time to even acknowledge the pain however as more laser fire rushed to meet him. Fortunately, the tatooinian man was able to retain his grasp on his lightsaber. His wide beam came into existence once more, batting the blasts away. More and more bolts came as Fett simply flooded the room with laser fire. Marth was no expert at lightsaber deflection. His muscles contracted and relaxed in rapid succession as his saber spun in a blur, looking to intercept as many shots as it good. The only thing keeping the man alive was the great distance between the two fighters. It was difficult to retain precision across such a large room. Laser fire flew everywhere, ravaging the ground and walls surround Marth. He was able to dodge and deflect the few blasts that were causing direct danger. Sweat began to form on Marth's brow. The intense physical demands of his training still left fatigue in his veins. He was starting to tire. Knowing he could not hold up much longer, the young Sith dived behind a rather vibrant fusiloge pile. Alpha followed his movements, pumping an endless stream of blaster fire into the motionless pile of rubble. The cover would give Marth some time to think. Knowing sticking his head above his haven would be suicide, the Sith drew on the skill he possessed that his enemy didn't; the Force. He stretched out with his being, sending tiny particles of the Force on a reconnaissance mission. The data retrieved offered a detailed vision of the room. Small droid parts emitted sparks as they withered away in their own obsoletetion. Light fixtures hung on the ceiling, their power sputtering on and off. It looked as if they were deciding whether or not to just give up. Marth was about to move on to the next detail when he realized the answer was right in front of him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the Force. The strain of the blaster fire tearing through his fusiloge pile was nothing new. Training under Kakuto Ryu himself had assured immunity to that particular weakness. Unbeknownst to Fett, a light fixture directly above his head began to rock back and forth. It gradually gathered momentum as it removed itself from the hinges keeping it attached to the ceiling. A loud crack could be heard, describing metal breaking from metal. The light fixture came sprawling towards the ground, looking to smash into Alpah Fett. ((2))

((Just so you know, there arn't really any humans here. ms, I take it that was your first post?)) Marth released his grip on the young boy, hoping to see what the kid could do. He was quite faster than he expected, letting loose his own fire power. Unfortunately, Marth's bulk got quite in the way of his speed. Several blasts from the pistal sailed right around the young Sith. Unfortunately one stray bolt can make all the difference. Within an instant, the piece of energy flashed into Rylus' side, burning his flesh as it went. Almost out of instinct, the Sith apprentice turned to the Force, letting its power flow over him like pure water clearing away the taint of mud. The Force did the trick as the progression of the wound suddenly halted, leaving a deep black mark adorning his stomach. Marth was already on the move however. His purple blade flashed to life. Its broad head was capable of much more damage and power than a conventional lightsaber. Marth steered the device amid the path of another flashing laser bolt. The shot met the blade and found its path reversed. The red streak suddenly shifted direction has it headed straight towards the boy's head. ((1))

((You asked for it )) The lack of guidence was starting to get on Marth's nerves. He had successfully built his lightsaber and succeed in the task that Kakuto layed out for him. Now he was simply roaming around the base like a hamster stuck in a box. He rounded each coner with an air of hopelessness. He was half expecting the Dark Lord to be standing to greet him. Yet he lost confidence in that situation with each empty corridor. The Sith apprentice shuffling down a large hanger. The Force suddenly grabbed his attention as if yanking his neck towards the exit. A small boy was running towards the open air of the facility. He had several droid parts nesseled in a cart. He was leaving all too quickly to avoid suspicion. The Tatooine was slightly confused however. It seemed no droid anywhere in the facility had attacked or tried to halt him. It seemed he was exceptional at stealth, only to forgo its use here. No amount of stealth could hide from the Force however. With that very thought in mind, Marth summened the mystic power to him. He lashed its power through the muscles in his body, releasing it. The boy suddenly frose, as if invisible arms held him in place. Rylus slowly meandered his way over to the small child, looking no older that twelve. "I believe those dorids don't be long to you." Marth kept his lightsaber safely hiddenly beneath the folds of his tunic. There was no need to brandish it yet. The Sith would release has Force grip on the boy momentarily, if only to test his new toy.

The room began to fill with a tangible layer of soot and filth. The heat expelled from the furnace was like poisen venting into the room. The Sith apprentice, now sweating quite extensively, felt as if he were breathing fire itself. Each breath contained less and less oxygen as it burned away. The process of the lightsaber itself was taking longer than expected. The hilt was coated with a thin layer of steaming liquid, its heat crafting small pockets and contors on the metal hilt. He provided small applications of strength as he turned the blade over and over, letting the fires consume its prize. His patience began to run thin however, as did his lungs. Visible specs of soot and dirt began to take form in the air, rushing into the Sith's nostrils. He began to cough, his throat lavishing its concerns. Marth's musles began to spasm. He was not good at making calculated decisions, that was what instincts were for. The Sith apprentice fully utilized his instincts. He reached his hands into the furnace and took a firsm grasp on the hilt of his constructed blade. The heat of the fire quickly resounded with anger, lashing out with full force. Marth yanked on the device as hard as he could. Small tendrils of fire still remained on the blade, as if holding on for dear life. The heat of the metal began to burn into him, leaving darkened marks all over his palms. The pain was immediate, ravaging through his body like a vamped forest fire. Under the training of the Dark Lord of the Sith however, pain was irrelevant. He almost grew to depend on it; his own version of breathing. Marth's blade shot to life, the heated hilt finally giving way to an activation stud. A brilliant purple beam eminatted from the haze of soot now inhabiting the room. This was no ordinary blade however. The majestic purple color traversed a wider arc, consiting of six inches of pure energy in width. It was also longer, its heavy hilt providing a stronger power sourse. The broadsaber seemed to fit Marth perfectly, its attributes the material reincarnation of his ripe muscles. The Sith apprentice had no time to dwell on this however. He plunged the purple blade in the inner wall. Its devestating effects were quite evident. The metal began to melt immediately, as if rusing away from fear. The broad spectrum of the lightsaber made quick work of the wall as hole big enough to fit him easily formed. Rylus threw himself into it. It was like breathing pure ecstasy. Even the polluted air of the Mechis facility was paradise compared to the previous suffocation. Marth took deep breaths, letting his lungs take in the freash sustinence. He gazed at his own hand, the skin was deeply black. The pain of the heated saber no longer registered in Marth's mind as it started to cool. The Sith kept his purple blade alive, slowly making his way down the corridor. He hadn't a clue what was waiting for him, yet he welcomed the challenge.

Marth took a few deep breaths as he listened to the message ring throughout his brain. The fatigue from the journy to this very room was making its presence known. Marth's breath almost ceased as he heard the room was not ventilated. He was running short on air as it was. Panic was quickly replaced by a sadistic grin. He was about to formulate his own weapon. A lightsaber had the ability to cut through virtually any metal in the galaxy. It was weightless and required exact precision only the Force could supply. If the Force could embody itself in a material object, the closet thing the Sith apprentice could think of is a lightsaber. With that thought in mind, Marth Rylus went to work. The tatooinian started by opening the furnace. The heat lashed out at him like a despreate man dying of hunger. Rylus rammed the door closed, beating the fire away. The force of which he silenced the furnace coursed a rippiling noise to flush through the room. He needed to control his strength. Marth bent over the table next to him. Various doodads and parts were sprawled about the surface. Marth's massive hands had difficulty handiling the small devices. There was more than one way to skin a cat however. The hands of the Force were far more precise than anything Marth's physical body could muster. The young Sith fully intergrated that fact as small gadgets began to float through the air. Each piece began to mold itself together, following a mental shematic sheet lodged in Marth's head. The knowledge felt more like instinct than anything. A few minutes passed as the parts within the the hilt formed, its cylindrical shape crisp. The only thing left was the incertion of the crystal. The air within the room began to thin. ((I'll finish this a bit later.))

Marth laced his hands softly across his body. The cuts, bruises and scraps from training were gone leaving a body toned in more muscle than Marth could ever dream of possesing. The Sith apprentice got to his feet, testing the stability in his legs. The soreness from his intensive workout was still present evedence to his physical improvement. Marth poked his head into the adjacent corridor, still having very little knowledge of the complex. His boots began to fall against the dry metal surface as Marth carried himself away from the room. "I need to go up..." The silence suddenly ceased as a monotone voice invaded the quiet. "Voice confirmation confirmed. Target within the area." As if adorning the dialouge, a crimson streak of light flashed towards that Tatooinian, inches from ending his life. Marth droped to the floor immediately evading several more shots flailing over his head. The droids within the corridor were out of site causing a scene of haze and confusion as shots seemed to spawn from all directions. The panic within Marth seemed to ebb into oblivion as the Force took hold of his senses. A foggy outline of the hall came into view as the Force pinpointed the location of each threat. One droid popped its head from behind the box in the far corner. Marth summoned a wave of energy to him and fliped the box towards wall, crushing the mechanical foe inbetween. Sensing the urge to move, the apprentice rolled to his left as a blaster bolt burned into the ground where his head resided. The blast came from the air , Marth throught when noticing the origion of the blast. He suddenly saw his attacker, perched on a rise above the door he had just exited. Marth used the Force to cut the metal chains holding the loft in place. The droid feel the ground as its foundation collapsed beneeth it. Rylus took the metal robot into his hands and held it in front of him. Several shots where pumped into the limp droid as they worked to absorb the otherwise leath blaster rounds. Summoning a burst of strength, Marth threw the droid as hard as he could. The limp machind drove itself into the remaining threat as the two final droids exploded into a shower of burning circuts. A blaring alarm seemed to follow the explosion. Taking his cue to leave quite seriously, the Sith apprentice took off in any direction he could manage. He turned corner after corner using the Force to propel him forward. Droid after droid popped out of nowhere and fired at a target for too mobile for any shot to connect. Marth finally found the lift he was looking for. He jammed the "up" button almost causing it to break. The result sent him shooting towards the ceiling. Upon the opening of the doors, laser shots fired throughout the lift hoping to take out the hostile apprentice before he could have a shot to escape. Fortunately Marth such a response was coming. As the doors opened, the Sith hopeful remained hidden behind the wall of lift. Eventually the shots ceased as the droids deduced that the target must not be aboard. He waited a few seconds and then pounced out into the open. No time passed for the droids to even compute the Tatooineian's presence. By the time their feeble processing units were capable of such an enviromental interpretation, a Force wave had already knocked them off their feet and into submission. Marth rounded one last corner only to find a door carefully guarded by two turrets sitting motionlessly against the solid frame of the room. Arousing his curiosity, Marth took hold of a nearby piece of scrap metal and chucked it in the line of fire of the turrets. A parade of destruction enused as the small piece of rock was blasted into oblivion. Marth took the hint plain and simpe. Heading back to the main cooridor, Marth took a blaster from the fallen carcas of a droid. He took careful aim at the silent turrets and a couple of shots later, they were destroyed in a shower of scrap metal. Marth then entered the room where he was instructed to go, breathing heavily but still ready for what ever test Kakuto Ryu had in mind. ((I unfortunately don't have time to finish this post right now. So I'll edit it later.))

Marth's instructions seemed to be clear. He was to plug himself into whatever device was there. Small thoughts of regret began to form within the young Sith. What had he gotten himself into? What did the plug in the back of his mind have to do with the Force? His hairless skin simmed to shimmer in his indecisiveness. It was far too late to back down now. He really had no choice. With curiosity boiling stronger at each passing second, Marth stepped into the console and plugged himself in.

Marth ran his fingers softly through the back of his head, making sure not to trigger any sensitive nerves. There was a decent amount of pain. What ever procedure the droids performed, it had been quick yet it still hurt. He would have to get used to the large plug too. Setting aside his physical appearance worries, the young Sith hopeful now set his mind on the task at hand. How was he supposed to find this room? He was told to use his instincts, yet could he trust them? He figured it was either that or starving to death. He set off down the opposite path he had come. The corridors where almost in worse condition the deeper into the facility he got. His boots echoes softly in the silence. The burden his feet held in even holding his massive frame was quite evident as the sound cascaded and ricocheted through his metal surroundings. A few moments passed before Marth's true test presented itself; a fork in the road. He could either take a passage of stairs leading lower into the complex, or enter a lift not knowing where it went. The man waited for a bit weighing his options carefully. The lift seemed to be more interesting, not the slightest inclination was presented towards its destination. The challenge was clearly evident. With a smirk embedded on his face, Marth took it. The lift turned out to lead lower into the complex. The young Sith remained on his ride for a few minutes before it finally decided to stop. Once he stepped off, the new surroundings looked exactly the same. Whoever the janitor was, he was no doubt an unpopular man. He closed his eyes and tried to sense the Force. Was he doing it right? He felt nothing but emptiness as he opened his eyes. How was he supposed to draw on the dark side when he couldn't feel anything? Frustration began to show its ugly head as Marth's patience began to seep away like water through a filter. ”œWHERE AM I”

It didn't take Marth too long to find the room. It was somewhat difficult considering all the hallways and corridors looked the same. Yet the obvious markings on the door was clear enough. He pushed open the door to reveal a rather drap looking room. It had several weapons, droids and clothes lying about. Yet it was nothing too fancy. It seemed the Sith had the right idea so far. Wasting time on furnishings was something only a fool could muster. He eyed a set of Sith robes hunched in the cornor. Basic instinct told him to put them on, and he followed. The young Sith hopeful gathered various medpacks and a few blaster pistols just in case. He hadn't a clue what was in store, yet he had a feeling he would need every weapon he could carry.

Marth's arm twitched as the droid spoke. He was never used to taking lip from anyone, considering he always had the ability to tare anyone limb from limb. This droid would be no different. The primitive Id complex deep within his subconscious yearned for Marth to put those pulsating muscles to work. Yet even a brasher man than he was not that stupid. Biceps never made a good brain. "I received notification that a Sith academy could be found at these coordinates." Only an organic could notice Marth's impatience. Something he was slightly thankful for.

With a flicker of psuedomotion, a small indiscrete speak of metal formed in the atmosphere of Mechis III. The noises pulsating through the atmosphere itself spawned by the planet below were unheard inside the rather cramp cockpit. This shield of shrouded silence was the only thing keeping Marth Rylus asleep, completely oblivious to his new surroundings. A small alarm flashed at the bottom of his control yoke, shattering the silence more abrasively than hammer to glass. That particular sensation seemed to all but inhabit the young man's head as he snapped back to conscious thought. The rather abrupt unpleasentries of awakening were all but forgotten as Marth took one look outside his blast shield. He had arrived. "Set her down." The man's voice sounded raspy and groggy, a true testament to his tired state. The R2 unit perched on the back of the small fighter chirped in accordance as the small vessel neared the surface, more and more facets of the facility coming into the view. This was definitely not what Marth expected in a Sith academy, yet there it was. The impact of metal of metal sent a shivering thud through the X-wing's cockpit. It sounded like a particularly sharp fingernail wrought against a reluctant blackboard. The cockpit shot open as the man inside jumped out, landing on the metal surface with a flare of power and grace. He was large, muscles filling his frame from head to two. His body seemed to only be able to just hold them in side. He seemed to pulsate as he walked, looking on the verge of exploding where ever he went. He was tall as well. He towered over any man he had ever met, a useful piece of intimidation. Sadly, height would not help him now. Marth took one last glace at his X-wing which was increasingly diminishing in size as he wondered further inside the metal complex. There was no turning back.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Marth Rylus Nickname: Marth Age: 24 Species: human Height: 6'5'' Weight: 250lbs Hair: none Eyes: brown Sex: male Homeworld: Tatooine Alignment: Evil Clothing: Standard light armor Weapon: Vibroblade Posessions: Standard XJ class X-wing Force User Inventory: decent amount of credits