Karys Narat iv-Adas

The massassi, Karys listened as the young Hapan spoke, turning to face her, and caught somewhat offguard as several protein cubes made their way into his mouth...giving him little room to manoeuvre or object to it with a almost comical result. Hayley certainly appeared to find it amusing. The cubes tasted alright all things considered. As the young girl spoke what she said did make some sense. There were notable benefits to be reaped from continuing to investigate the circumstances surrounding his lover's death apparently. Besides he and his people were owed an explanation if nothing else and closure on that chapter in their history. He decided he would look into it more when time permitted. The conversation was soon cut short however when the alarm signalled they had arrived. Karys had already noticed, the distinct lack of feeling of the Force was evident when the ship breached atmosphere. Yet this did little to worry him, he would rely on his other senses to navigate the dangerous and unpredictable world. As disconnected as he seemed to be. Gone was the comical expression he had previously worn and in it's place was the strict professionalism of a soldier...of a warrior ready to do battle. His movements were precise, cautious and aware. Myrkr was not the place to be complacent or to let your guard down. Karys made a quick comment before departing to the armoury and where he had chosen to store his weapons for the trip. "Looks like we are up. I'll be in the armoury preparing, scan the local area in the meantime see if we are expecting company or if this will be smooth until we get down there." With that the massassi disappeared and was soon assembling his gear.

Karys kept focus as he listened to Hayley's reply and the chair she had previously occupied seemed to shatter into smaller filaments of carbon fiber, razor sharp and deadly to any uninvited guest or unsuspecting victim. As the plastic formed into daggers, Karys looked on intrigued. He approved of the choice of the symbols of the Sith Order created the cloud of filament. However at the mention of visiting graves, he knew it was not possible in his circumstances. There had been no body, nothing to bury. When Korriban had been destroyed it had evaporated essentially those present on the world there at the time, as the planet was torn asunder nothing was spared at the time. Menou included. Although there was a memorial built to the countless dead upon Korriban when it had returned which he surmised may contain her name. It was worth considering taking a look at. As for the subject of vengeance, Karys was not even certain who was responsible for the destruction of Korriban and as such as a consequence her death. Rather those who directly gave the order and if any still lived even. As so far as Hayley he was certain he could help with that. The massassi almost chuckled at her last comment before replying. "Perhaps. Although for myself it's not so much a grave...as a memorial. Since Korriban was destroyed there was no body to bury. No-one to find. Many died along with her, although the planet itself returned...the population did not. My species repopulated that planet from elsewhere when we heard it was back and rebuilt what we lost to reclaim the world we called home, we built a memorial to honour our dead. Her name lies upon it among others. Strangely I have not been to see it yet, lest it bring up bad memories and set off a reaction in the Force beyond my control." Pausing a moment, the massassi continued. "As so far as revenge, as much as I would love to I have yet to find any solid leads about those who were directly responsible for Korriban's destruction. Not for the lack of trying however...but that aside if Sheog permits it I would be willing to assist your endeavour after Myrkr, once we visit the graves and I complete whatever else Sheog has in store for me. Perhaps you may have more luck than I in finding leads and those who killed your loved ones. I have the feeling we have both got more to tell...this is just the beginning. That said you care for a seat, I'll do just fine standing, besides all this talking is making me hungry, what about you? Let's see if we can rustle up something from whatever his got stocked. Don't worry I'm not that bad a cook." he joked before starting towards what amounted to a galley or kitchen.

Updated to include Sheog as my new master, slight re-arrangement of bio to clean it up and inclusion of my new saber.

The thought had crossed my mind. Karys thought as he listened to the girl's words and processed what she said. His face visibly changed from shock to outrage as a fist clenched in natural response to the news of child rape. How could anyone do that to a child so young was beyond him? True his culture did inflict violence upon the youth but it was all to a purpose. This was simply for fun. As she mentioned that it was the Sith who did it, he was again shocked. He couldn't fathom how some could act like that, he was a Sith yes but even he had a certain line that he would not cross. A moral boundary he placed. He thought the Sith above such things as raping and pillaging, they were supposed to be warriors of precision, of the force not mindless savages or thugs. It was unbecoming of them. He thought such men as described as not Sith but savages. They were not worthy on the mantle they proclaimed to hold. As she cried and spoke, he replied in kind, removing a tear from her eye and speaking with compassion and understanding he spoke. “What you did was not cowardice nor are you at fault to blame. You acted as any child your age would have under the circumstances. Fear, adrenaline and other feelings make one do the strangest of things. As for those who did this...I would hesitate to call them Sith. To me they are no Sith, they are vermin, a disease in need of removing. A true Sith should be above such things as raping and pillaging for fun. We are warriors of the force, of precision...given our gifts and chosen for a purpose, for a destiny and not mindless thugs. And should act as such, not use our gifts to satisfy a momentary need for carnal desire, unless with one of legal age and is willing. A desire born of true love...not one forced. If I had my way I would have their entrails dragged through the street for the act. Those who did that are unworthy of the title they claimed to represent.” He paused, allowing Hayley to consume the information before continuing. “I believe however that you are stronger than you know. Or the Force would not have allowed you to find Sheog or the ship. There is a destiny about you, just as much as there is me. You have a spirit of fire about you, that is you were spared for a reason. Now that said you have told a little about yourself it is only fair I return that favour.” He recalled his youth. “I spent much of my youth learning combat, and the arts of politics with my father when not with my mother since the time I could stand. That was until age 7, as is customary I was forced into and forged in the fire of combat as I was as is tradition of my massassi caste thrust into a life of violence and pain with a warlord of my people. A general. A way of life manufactured by millennia of a warrior society in the hopes to create the galaxies finest warriors. We were taught never to surrender, that to die in the service of a Sith on the battlefield was the greatest honour and glory one could achieve in their life.” Pausing a moment he allowed himself a breather and Hayley to consume the information. Eventually however he continued. “We were forced to fight, to steal so we wouldn't starve…if we were caught punishments were severe, often by rod, whip or worse. We were also taught the martial arts, and all manner of tactics...how to if necessary...to kill. I found I had a natural flair for it, a hidden rage I guess. I was consistently and constantly tested daily. On my 18th year however it all ended. I was flung out into the wild as a final test. A initiation. I was forced to test my wits and will against nature, tuk’ata and all manner of undead and other such nightmares of the night. All so I could claim the head of a beast of the warlord’s choosing, one chosen at random. As luck would have it mine was a Krayt dragon, I still got the scars from it.” He paused again allowing it all to be processed, and digested like a tasty cookie. He wondered what she made of all this...after all few knew the details of his early life. He hoped she could be trusted with it. “I soon become rather proficient at killing others. Even taking out a group of Arach’tar once who deigned to encroach upon Korriban. Soon after I met the one bright spark that would arrive in my life. The youngest daughter of a Kreshh, the sorceress Menuo Sadow iv -Hekk. She was a sight to behold I can tell you. Over the years, we grew close as friends, and then romantically.But, eventually I began to question whether we were ready to be together. Foolish a notion as it was. I stupidly ended the relationship so Menuo could focus on her magical studies and I could focus on my commitments. Shortly after, though we agreed to rekindle their romance, mutually feeling that nothing would keep us apart. How wrong we were. The war between the Empire and Galactic Alliance tore a hole in our lives and destroyed my home world in the process.” Almost absent mindlessly, Karys recalled the feelings hef felt at the time. The pain was almost too much and he was forced to reel it in to prevent any damage to the ship. “That war stole from me everything. I was away at the time...dealing with rivals on Dromund Kaas when it happened...when I heard. The destruction of Korriban took Menou with it, once I heard you can imagine how I felt. I went into a trance of rage, that was the first time I ever used the Darkside I believe. Nothing was spared, suffice to say I thought it wise to disappear from my people for a while. Travelling the galaxy. I became a mercenary for a time, it was how I learnt basic. I returned only when the war called for a truce to find Korriban rebuilt. Hoping to find Menou I guess but she was not among those living. After that I went into a tomb seeking guidance and Adas answered. The rest is history as they say more or less.” Karys wondered again what she thought of it all, of his rather long and unique history. In his own way he had also had a tragic past. One built of war and loss. “I’m glad though our paths crossed and we got this chance to work together and Sheog. As strange as his methods might be, they seem to be working...my eyes are being opened. More than they ever were before. Let us hope Mykr though does not claim us as another victim, I would rather not become vornskr food.” He joked. All the while he wondered, would he become prey or hunter? They would soon see.

As Karys listened to Hayley’s words, he noted a sudden change in her demeanour. Gone was her typical humour that he had thus far seen and jovial attitude and in it's place stood a dark, strong voice...one all too familiar to the massassi. “Honor is for the Living. Dead is for the Dead.” As she turned her eyes towards him and both got caught in the gaze of the other, Karys noticed her eyes. The hazlenut hues of her irises mutated and he saw into a swirl of crimson and gold, that almost matched his own yellow, pupiless irises. The sight was akin to a tiger staring down a lion and yet neither flinched. Karys knew almost in a instant what it was...this was the telltale sign, the mark of the Darkside. Both a blessing and a curse. Her voice seemed to resonate with change as well, with power and this intrigued the massassi. And urged caution. As she spoke, he listened and thought on what he saw. Is this why he chose her? Is she like me, sensitive to the Force. The signs certainly point that way. he wondered as she continued, the last words he heard were sharper than the rest as such he took considerable note. They seemed to be phrased in such a way that it could be taken as none other than a warning. He got the message loud and clear. Do not cross her. "You might desire an honourable death Massassi, but I survive. At any cost.” Just as quickly as a sandstorm on the desert planet dissipating, so to did she change. Her irises returning to the hazelnut he had previously viewed and her humour likewise returning. As if nothing was ever wrong. The roar of the beast inside subsiding. He listened carefully as she spoke again deciding against a reply for now, he did not wish to tempt the tempest. “To our master’s ship then…” As the landing ramp lowered, and the two approached Karys noted the small cargo bay. He was most surprised to find the space occupied by a large bed. And somewhat he was amused by it yet as he walked past he noted there were no other such beds anywhere on the craft, which might prove problematic sooner or later. But he decided if it came to it he would sleep on the floor or in a pilot’s chair...he was a gentlemen afterall and would not allow a woman to lay on the floor in such a way. He was afterall civilised despite appearances and where he came from and still retained a certain sense of chivalry. Soon enough the pair were in the depths of space and departed from Korriban. Karys had one final look back, considering all he had seen and learnt as they did. And remembering his loss, he would never forget it. How could he? He hoped the remaining lords did as he asked of them, and took his father's body for burial while leaving the body of the coward Sadow behind to rot. Cowardice had no place on the field of battle afterall, it was either kill or be killed there was no compromise. Soon enough Karys followed the young Hayley Fieldgrey to the cockpit. As she jumped into the oversized swivel-chair he almost laughed. It seemed her jovial attitude had indeed returned. As she placed a boot on the navicomputer and kicked off the autopilot, the massassi couldn't help but think . He listened as she detailed their destination. So they were headed to Myrkr. He had heard of it, a planet where the Force had no presence, no say. Where there was a void where it should be created by the over abundance of yslamiri that hung from the tree’s. A jungle world he recalled so that meant many dangers ahead. Most of which was due to the rampant packs of Vornskr he had heard about that also roamed the planet, canine predatory creatures that hunted the yslamiri using the Force and could sense it in others but not distinguish a ysalamiri from a Force-Sensitive and that was not counting any other factors like visitors seeking the yslamiri or any who saw them whom might want to collect on the bounty. Which made him and Hayley a target in several ways. This would be a interesting challenge indeed. They would need to work together to survive. As she kicked the boots off and sent them flying, the massassi leant backwards, allowing the footwear to sail past. As they hit the Defense-Matrix, and sent green bolts flying into the dakr of space the massassi held a hand on his head and shook it. The god’s give me strength he thought before noticing that Hayley had a rather strange pair of socks on with a pattern of Hutts making comical expressions. That amused him a little more. He listened as she tried making conversation. “I would bet you will be as blind as a newborn Ranat there Karys, but not quite as… Cute!” Speaking he shook his head at the offer as he answered both questions. “Thanks for the offer but I don’t smoke those things, they are not conductive for combat. You know if the beasts on Myrkr and everything else don’t kill you those things will. They adle the mind I hear. But that is your business. It shall indeed be a interesting experience, I guess for the both of us...but it is not one I am unaccustomed too. I won't be so blind as you feel I shall be however. I did not always use the Force as you see now. I was once much like any other of this galaxy. I have the feeling you likewise had a similar experience. Which makes me curious. If you don't mind me asking, how was it you came to be with be Sheog? You two seem the odd match” As he waited for an answer, the massassi had a brief look at the holonet, noting alot of interesting things had happened since he was on Korriban.

Karys listened with a profound respect as he took in all the overlarge Hutt said and spoke of. It was true he desired war...lusted perhaps for it even, but such was where he felt at home amidst the chaos and fury of battle. He fathomed in some way Sheog lusted in a similar fashion for knowledge. As the spectre of what he could become took form, Karys stood awestruck and yet understood the intent all the same. This was him. At least what he could yet be, however he was undeterred...and determined he would not allow himself to become a monster even if he was a sith. He would show restraint where possible. As the scene ended, Karys considered what was said and the acene he had seen. He had much to consider. However he was pulled from thougth when the young girl, Sheog's aid Hayley came to him and beckoned he follow her lead. It appeared he had a new task, to travel to Myrkr and do battle there. From what he recalled the planet was home to the ylsamiri that blocked the Force and Vornskr's which hunted them, the thought brought a tinge of excitement. It was worthy challenge. As Hayley spoke he replied as the two walked. As it happened he was somewhat aware of her task due to overhearing what was said. His acute ears having picked up on the fact. "Perhaps, but I would have it no other way. I recall a quote I was once told. Every battle you fight, is an opportunity to find your weaknesses and make them your strengths, and a opportunity for glory in the overcoming of them. The greater the obstacles, and the greater the challenge...the better the victory when such odds are defeated. Regardless of if we survive or not it will be an honour to fight alongside you Hayley, to whatever end awaits us." Karys hated to admit it but during the short time Sheog and Hayley had been on Korriban, he had become fond of the girl, her humour in even the darkest moments was pleasing and so hoped she did not die...in fact he would make certain of that. He hoped. If anything he saw this as a opportunity to get to know her a little more, what made her tick and what story did she have. The shuttle ride at least would provide such a chance to ask if she was willing to indulge him, it would be a long ride otherwise. He thought on it as they entered the craft.

As Karys listened and considered what Sheog said, howbe might be of use...he fiddled slightly with the new saber that lay at his belt. Not on purpose but rather as a matter of reflex or instinct, whenever he thought about something he often either stroked his jowls upon his face or put fingers to either sword closest to hand. It was just his way. Yet as he thought, he considered how this new temple and ths surrounding starport etc might affect the local clans and the city of Dreshdae in particular. He knew some may not be best happy given the new build would take from Dreshdae employment of those who worker there, but he supposed the location could be repurposed for other means, a outpost maybe, returning to it's original put as a fortress or supply depot and so keep the jobs of those there for the workers who would man the location and keep the temple supplied if something went wrong at the valley. Dreashdae was a city like any other on Korriban and so could not be dismissed out of hand, he would discuss the matter later for now he had other matters with which to attend. After a few minutes admiring the sights and noting some rather obscure menu items, Karys had a reply. Refraining from fiddling with the saber anymore, he spoke...his tone was calm, collected and above all respectful. "Aside my skills as a fighter my master, I also have been taught a variety of tactics both of traditional warfare and guerrilla tactics. How to conduct lighting strikes without an eneny ever knowing I was there....to set traps in obvious and less obvious places in plain sight...that kind of thing, as well as how to survive in the wild. To identify natural medicines in plants, some poisons and how to make them. My natural hearing is also very acute to be considered above those when compared to humans, a natural product of my race. I believe such skills as these will be of great value to the Order given our current situation. If you wish I can demonstrate my abilities in these fields. I volunteer to lead a squad against any target you desire as a test if required or to undertake any challenge you set for me. To prove I am of use, to prove my worth and prove my loyalty to the Order. Anything you desire I shall do willingly to undo my wrongs and redeem myself." The massassi was truthful in every word, and just as serious as previously he had been. He desired to prove himself and be of use, not cast off like a watch that had no battery or a rusted bit of metal...he knew he was more than that. And he would do whatever it took to prove it.

Karys listened carefully, intently. The massassi was not overly a ambitious man....he was a soldier through and through and as such held no great lofty ambitions as most sith however that was not to say he was without them, he indeed did have some ambitions even if they were minimal. The warrior thought upon how best to answer thegreat krath maxter before him, his master who had so far taught him so much and had yet more to teach him. Thinking upon it he replied, remembering what the spirit of Xendor had mentioned. Offered even, a specialty few chose. A path to walk, yet there was also another ambition or two present....feelings conveyed through the Force even as he spoke. "I understand, As to your question have few ambitions master. I am at heart a soldier...a warrior and as such I am and would be most content upon the field of battle with a blade in my hand to strike any down whom you or the Dark Lord deem necessary. Those few ambitions I do have are to a purpose, I do nothing without reason. All ambitions I have would aid the Order and my people in it's betterment and appease the thrill I constantly feel for battle. Above all of my ambitions I wish to become a weapon of the Darkside, as with the warriors of old I desire to become a weapon master some day...blessed and cursed with the fury and deadly skill of combat empowered by the Darkside to bring fear into the jedi ranks and pause to our other enemies when they see their numbers dwindle as if they were simply a passing wind and tell tales of the horrors they witnessed on the field of battle. I wish to make the legends live again. My second greatest ambition is to unite us. To unite the Order I mean. For too long have we been subject to a fundamental flaw...a weakness that has plagued the Order for centuries, millennia even. One that should we not seek to fix will be our end. Infighting....our curse. A wise man once told me long ago that as we fight amongst ourselves only our enemies prosper. My father taught me this. Together we are stronger than ever we are apart. If we were to unite, organise ourselves as one under a capable leader who would seek to put an end to this repeating cycle we find ourselves in and direct our rage...our wrath, our unending desire for vengeance upon the true enemy think of all that could be accomplished. There is no telling what we may do as one. Wrath directed and united towards a common end is wrath well spent. Violence and chaos without a purpose or a clear goal is unreasonable and I feel a waste of the potential we all have. Other than that I have no more ambitions as of yet, I have never much been a ambitious man if I were to tell the truth." Karys said. He was deadly serious about what he spoke, he had long looked at the history of the order and the archives and throughout all history it became evident where the jedi had succeeded. The infighting common among sith was a plague that he sought to cure so that the body would heal to unleash it's greatest potential. As one united and organised into something cohesive.....structured even....he fathomed the sith would be a threat greater than any known. A unpredictable maelstrom of hate directed like a bow and arrow at a chosen target with pinpoint precision.

As Sheog and then the Hapan woman known as Hayley spoke out, Karys listened. Even as a tinge of regret lingered...he recalled he had never told his father before his passing how he had felt, his feelings of pride to he his son. That he had always appreciated the lessons he had tried to give in his youth. Now it seemed he would never get that chance. Solemnly he nodded at the words spoken, of honouring his father's memory and took to heart what the young woman spoke of...that some chains were best to remember as to forge them into what they are. It was those words that inspired Karys to rise up and linger on such thoughts no longer. He would do as his father would have demanded, he would show no weakness and carry on his legacy, honouring him by becoming the sith he always dreamt his son could be. He had a brief moment of amusement when Hayley hit the gong which lifted his spirit somewhat after the previous event. And he listened intently as Sheog conveyed his next lesson, one he took in like a strong breathe of air. Your first transformation is complete… The first step… But you are yet unfinished, like a Baccalaver Cream Cake. That perfect confection needs to be baked thrice. Your movements of anger are grand and deliciously violent, but they lack the finesse that will make you able to slay an entire COUNCIL OF JEDI! The words inspired him more, and filled him with pride that he had at long last broken some of his chains. That at last he had completed one transformation just ashis master had said. He was one step closer to unlocking what potential he had. He listened as his next task was conveyed, learning that he was to construct a new lightsaber using a crystal grown from his own blood, wrath and the blood of his recently deceased father...much to the shock of the clan lords and Karys himself. That was until the purpose was explained. He thought on it Is such a thing even possible? To grow a lightsaber crystal from such elements alone? I thought saber crystals were found in caves or planets strong in the Force...but what I have been told...it seems there is still much to learn of the Force. If such a thing is possible what else may be accomplished. As he considered it Sheog spoke more and yet again did Karys listen with great reverence for the hutt before him. Now you must forge a lightsaber, a task that seems almost mass produced these days but is truly an art… A lightsaber is not a tool, it is an extension of yourself and of The Force itself… Yet again Karys considered the words of his new master not truly understanding what he meant...at least not yet...however he was about to learn just what Sheog meant... And then he heard it as Sheog ignited a amber blade from the staff he carried. The blade seemingly called out to him and all present, a strange voice upon the wind invested his mind, a voice of great hunger and seemed to possess a thirst to extinguish all life. A soul reaper. ...Your house sinks down to death and my way is to the land of Hades. None return who go to me; no one will reach the path to life... Karys was awestruck, he could feel the power emanating from the blade, and feel it's almost insatiable lust and hunger to extinguish life. Only then did he truly understand the words Sheog had spoken, nodding his understanding as he remained silent, Karys knew now he had been wrong in his assumptions of a lightsaber. And so I learn yet more and become the better for it The weapon was more than a tool. In essence it would be him or as Sheog had said a mirror of his darkest desires, his every thought. With that in mind Karys approached the body of his deceased father and took a vial from his belt which he then filled with the still warm blood. He repeated the process several times until he had at least a dozen vials, some empy vials borrowed from the clan lords in order to accomplish the task of gathering additional blood should the need arise that he had need to create another crystal or two. Once the body was truly drained, Karys said his goodbyes placing the vials upon his person where possible while others were kept in the care of the remaining clan lords for safe keeping until they reached the city where the vials would be per Karys instructions sent across the galaxy to various safehouses in his keeping for use in times of need. Heading to the vast mountain range that was the Great Kishan Range, he began his journey after picking up any additional parts he may need in the construction of the lightsaber, the components he would need and forcing a claw loose from the corpse of one of the dead Tuk'ata...a claw which he would soon hollow out as to serve the purpose of housing both the crystal and saber components. A piece of Korriban his home which he would carry with him always. Once this was done the massassi, using the Force sped up his movements until he was in the shadow of the mountains. From here on he would need to walk...it was too treacherous to attempt to run among the many crevices and deep fissures of the mountains, especially with the dangerous wildlife ever watching his movements for a moment of weakness to exploit. Eventually however Karys finally made it to the peak of one the volcanic mountains, settling by a lava pool. He found such a location would only be fitting for the construction of such a instrument of death....a extension of his soul. The volcano seemed to echo his wrath and painful feeling in it's activity...braving the volcanic heat and blistering heat, Karys began. Using the physical pain as well as the still present mental pain as fuel for the arduous meditative ritual he was about to undertake, Karys focused on the task of constructing his crystal. One which would be him and embody everything he was. Although this was not his first lightsaber to be constructed,it was the first of significance to the massassi. The first made with true meaning, emotion and purpose...as such he put great effort into every action he undertook. This would be a true masterpiece of art and destruction. Letting the Force flow through him he recited a old mantra: "The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Sith. The Sith is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart." Fully opening himself to the Force amidst the heat of the lava flows and rocky outcrops, Karys allowed his emotions to flow, cutting himself with his combat knife he let his blood flow for now to serve as one part of the ingredients needed for the crystal. All the feelings of loss, his pain, suffering, rage and above all....Wrath were set loose. His eyes became a deep black as the emotions took hold, nothing was spared. Up here in the mountains he was free, truly free to unleash every pent up feeling he ever felt without consequence and without remorse. The mountain wouldn't judge him. Soon voices filled his head, his own. Echoe's of his own internal monologue, of his thoughts....berating him for failing to save his father. As he spoke a shadow of himself loamed over, judging him instead. You failed Karys, you know your better than that. You let him die. You were weak. No! I was not to blame. We are all responsible for our own fate. Then what of you? What fate awaits you at the end of this road? Redemption...you think they will ever give you a second chance. The sith do not suffer mistakes. Weakness is punished remember not rewarded. And what is this if not a second chance? If not redemption? You underestimate the sith as you underestimate yourself. Besides...you are not here, you are a shadow. A mirror of what I once was...now I am someone else....something else. You are all that was wrong with me, in my arrogance I never truly understood until now what it all meant. But Sheog has shown us much hasn't he? and we are better for it! Begone, and trouble me no more! The mountain feel silent safe the sound of lava and the shouts of his rage and Wrath. No doubt Sheog could feel the darkside loaming around the mountain like a gathering storm even from where he was. A vast dark cloud, cackling with lightning surrounded it. As Karys continued to focus his rage, his wrath...his loss something happened. The components of his new saber arranged themselves as the Tuk'ata tooth was hollowed out, making room for the electronics and the crystal. The crystal itself was also taking form. The blood from his wrist flowed upwards, swirling in the air like a vortex before one vial from his belt came loose releasing the blood of his fathef which in turn mixed with his own blood. Like mixing a mash, the two swirled together with Wrath acting as the binding agent. All his emotions at that moment poured into the mixture as if a seasoning until finally the crystal took shape and form like a well baked cake, a small circular crystal that emanated with the power of the darkside and Karys very soul. The crystal seemed to almost call out, desiring attention. It's dark nature revealed. Soon enough the crystal was placed inside the tooth along with the various other components, completing the work of art. Placing a a bandage the massassi addressed his wounded wrist before continuing. For a brief few moments Karys marveled at it...impressed at what he had accomplished yet the moment did not last, for one final test remained. The activation. Hitting the switch, to his delight Karys was met by the crimson red of the blade. Within the Force it called out to incinerate and burn any who incurred it's master's wrath. A ravenous desire to destroy, to inflict Karys loss, rage, rage, pain, suffering but most of all his wrath upon all it came across. On the wind the blade seemingly spoke to Karys whispers of it's dark nature. A voice that cut like a forest fire licking it's lips. "I am the destroyer, the avenging fire. I'm the flail of the god's, if you had not committed great sins the god's would not have sent a punishment like me upon you...to burn you of your sins. I am the purging flame that extinguishes all I touch. I am Wrath." Karys was silent, his eyes still a deep black. He listened, and admired his work, proud at his accomplishment. Finally he had a weapon that was truly of the Force. A weapon that was him just as he had wanted and just as Sheog required. De-igniting the blade, Karys clipped the newly constructed lightsaber onto his belt before proceeding to make his way back down the volcanic mountain. Eventually he was back at the ship, bowing before Sheog he presented his new lighrsaber for inspection. Although he was careful to make Sheog aware as a self defence mechanism if ignited by a unwarranted wielder the blade would burn the hand of the interloper and continue to envelop them in flame if they persisted. His wrath in physical form. "I have returned master, I present to you my new lightsaber. A extension of myself." Karys hoped Sheog approved of the design and of what he had accomplished as he waited for whatever happened next.

Karys Narat iv-Adas listened as the sight before him came about, as life returned in multitude to the dead buried beneath the sands of Korriban and his saber was cracked into nothing as only dust remained of what was once a intricate piece of art, designed to kill as well as exemplify the characteristics of it's owner. As much as he was saddened by the loss and a tinge of anger seethed below the surface theeatening to erupt from the belly of the beast...Karys restrained himself. Disclipline took the place of anger. Afterall a saber was but a tool, a extension of all that he was and not the true weapon he wielded. That weapon could never be taken away at least not permanently. The Force was his ever his ally and as such he did not flinch at the sight of it's destruction at the hands of his new master even if there were anger at the fact. At the hands of Sheog. He recalled how he had gone through alot to acquire the crystal and to construct that saber... he had formed a bit of attachment too it as he did all his weapons. Even naming it...but there was little he could do about it now, what was done was done. The moment of regret and anger at the loss quickly subsided. The monster was chained. Moments later and the sand Sheog collected collided in the air in a display even the ancients would be envious of...a display that was creating static and of which the resultant electrical discharge was used to raise the dead from their slumber. As it occured he thought... He didn't...he did. Chaos damn him and the gods curse for what he did, such a waste. And yet why did he do it? What point is he trying to make? Curious. he didn't have to wait long to find out. Karys noted that the death of his saber and the crystal therein had garnered the attention of three packs of tu'kata hounds, wild and untamed beasts that haunted the nearby landscape, he noted how each pack contained eight tu'kata. Each as deadly as the other with their exceptional speed, sharp horns, long claws, a poisonous stinger for a tail and savage teeth...yet that was not all to them. The hounds also possessed a certain level of intelligence about them and were to a degree force sensitive. Able to speak the sith language and understand those who spoke it to a extent. If that was not enough to put fear in most living beings the glowing red eyes, dark skin and aggressive nature of them would. The clan lords were awestruck by the sight and all that had transpired...at least before the tu'kata and undead advanced upon them, then their look of surprise turned to horror. Some of them at least, others stood fearless like the hounds advancing at them and Karys himself. He had faced far worse terrors when he had been among the dead trapped in the hell pits of chaos itself. How fascinating... he thought at the sight that befell him. He did not have long to consider much else as Sheog spoke out and informed him of his next trial, it appeared he was to attempt to destroy all those before him...both the undead and the hounds advancing at him and the lords. And with nothing more than his own hands, feet and the Force no less. To prove he truly was a Sith. So that was his point. A interesting challenge...at last a chance to prove I am more than a waste. To prove I am strong and not as weak as some feel. Soon all will know. he thought and surmised as he attempted to devise a plan of attack. Yet within other feelings bubbled, chief of which was a slight thrill of excitement as the beast within desired to be released. Like a caged animal, locked behind the glass at a zoo wishing to be free to hunt and kill those who watched and took photo's. So did his beast wish the glass would shatter and release him. This was what he lived for, the chaos of battle enthralled him like no other drug known to man or woman...and Force only seemed to further amplify the feeling. On the battlefield he felt truly free and was elated at the fact of such a challenge worthy enough to test his mettle. A challenge that would prove he was more than a ordinary man. That he truly was Sith and not some cast off or relic of the past. Sensing those about him, the packs of tu'kata and noting with his natural sight the undead skeleton horde of 50 each armed with a wide variety of weaponry, Karys counted the numbers he was to face and his mind set in motion a plan. Years of combat experience came forward as he formulated a way to counter the odds stacked against him. Tingling sensations of excitement and hidden rage accompanied his actions, dancing up his spine like a cold finger that had just been dipped in ice. The fire inside wished a audience, the monster longing for release. A difficult challenge but not impossible. Numbers are against us, but the Force is my ally...just as it is that of the lords albeit to a much lesser degree. Like someone once told me and countless others...a wolf trapped in a corner is far deadlier than one in the open. We have a chance, but only if they will but listen and follow my lead. He recalled what Sheog had said earlier Become the leader then need not the one they desire. and this gave him some inspiration. As soon as Sheog finished speaking, Karys set his plan in motion, the soldier and the warrior in him coming to the fore, he didn't beat around the bush or mince words. "Alright, if you desire to live another day I suggest you listen and make a move....regardless of personal feelings or grudges. You as I know your best chance of survival lies in me, for I am the strongest in the Force among us...aside my master of course and he won't help us in this challenge. This is your test as much as it is mine. As such place your trust in me and I assure you some of you will make it out of this, though I cannot guarantee all will do so. Their numbers are many and the Darkside demands a price. It desires to be shown who among you are worthy of investment....of attention. It is unforgiving but gives much back in return. Let us prove are wolves and not sheep! That we are worthy of our granted gifts!" He hoped he had inspired at least some of them. As the clan lords listened some drew a weapon of some sort, even if it was just staff they carried to assist with walking. Right now the staff's had another purpose, defense and offense. Karys father opted for the large staff he usually used to aid walking, Karys was amused somewhat by the gathering....this was perhaps the first time they had fought together like this. He wondered who would fall and who would not, who would run and who would stand and fight. Questions soon to be answered. The massassi decided to buy them some time, advancing upon the approaching horde, he probed for weaknesses he could exploit via the Force. Drawing on Pain, as he had done before and then delving deep into himself, using the rage he felt at failure...his own failures to fuel whatever may come he acted. In fact he felt bellicose about it...so much so that his rage took physical form. He was determined now more than ever to prove he was more than just a collection of tools and more than the sum of his parts. Karys unleashed a powerful albeit raw Force enhanced Push, sending 4 tu'kata and another seven undead sprawling across the desert sand in a fearsome display that threatened to take half the desert with it. The closest three tu'kata were unceremoniously flung into the air, ribs caved inwards impaling their innards and five undead were crushed by the sheer power almost immediately as bones broke, armour buckled, and shields bent like a card when they met the invisible wall, their bodies serving to either trip up those behind them or act as obstacles to obtaining their meal when sand and bone met the air blinding or striking them. The remaining undead did not complain when the carcasses crashed to the ground beneath them and some began to eat the fresh meat. A momentary distraction. The undead were not fussy when it came to a meal. The other tu'kata soon became extra wary of Karys and hesitated before choosing to continue the advance from another direction only to loseanother four to the vicious elbows and force enhancex blows of the massassi...his martial skill aiding his plight. Even as the undead continued undisturbed by the shrapnel hitting them and simply groaned the sounds that seemed almost like death approached, which was ironically not far from the truth. Karys was somewhat surprised by the sheer variety of species half rotting that were making their way towards him and his men, some missing an arm, others a leg and others....in far worse states of decomposition. Yet he had faced the dead before, they were apart of everyday life on Korriban. Tu'kata likewise were a natural occurrence but never had either been seen in such numbers before, it brought a state of surprise on the clan lords who were not prepared for the sight of so many in one place. Makaadi Fost iv-Sadow ran in a cowardly display, proving he was weak. And as if to make a point the remaining undead and tu'kata overwhelmed him and made a meal of the clan lord. Karys soon however caught back to the others and awoke them from their respite. He noted the fallen lord and heard of his cowardice. And so the weak reveal themselves. he thought. Surprise and disgust was replaced by determination as each fought and ran for their life, two tu'kata were fast enough to intercept the group however Plejada Alkis iv-Kressh soon disposed of them cleaving them in two with his sword. Using the terrain, and the advantage of knowing the lay of the land Karys gave further instructions. Well at least we have the home field advantage he thought before realising that the tu'kata also had that same advantage and so he spoke out knowing what to do without hesitation. "We stand no chance out here in the open...not with this many and so few of us, even with the Force it's a challenge. Our best bet is to head to the closest valley, the natural crevices and steep cliffs of the valley's should provide a perfect bottleneck and force the horde to go in smaller numbers...numbers we can handle. But first we need to thin the herd a bit. Hold and wait for my signal, on my sign attack the right and left flank simultaneously, make them cluster and bunch together. I'll cut down the middle but whatever you do keep an eye on the tu'kata and out of reach of those teeth and tail, they are our greatest threat at the moment. So we'll take them out first. Understood? Now get to it before we join the dead in unrest." Each nodded, including much to Karys surprise even his rival...Karai Sadow iv-Graush followed instruction if only to ensure his own survival as they ran for the closest possible valley, trying to lure the undead towards a environment of their choosing. The massassi Karys focused the Force again, using his Hatred of being considered weak by the other Sith of the Order, thought of nothing but incompetent. Today he would prove he had been misjudged...underestimated. Wrongly accused. No I am not a failure, I an not incompetent....I an not weak. And I will prove it. He allowed the Darkside to gather like a storm inside his soul. He releaxed the monster from it's chain, fueling it with the fire of Hate. Letting the Dark take hold and embracing it he let lose one hand to Grip the head of a nearby undead and attempted to Crush it's fragile skull. Yet as he did this a tu'kata approached his other side and so he lifted another hand to smash the two together in a mangled mess as his emotions gave him a strength he had not known before in the form of a potent telekinetic display, another three quickly followed. And yet the horde continued, growing ever closer. Several more undead died along the way as elbows, knee's, legs and force enhanced fists crashed into skulls and spine alike, leaving multiple bodies in their wake. But something just didn't feel right. The Force warned him...like a feeling. Something was off. A disturbance. He knew before long another casaulty was due...the Darkside demanded a price, there was always a price. Yet little did he know the true cost until it was too late, running to the meeting point he heard a scream...he suddenly felt a great pain inside of him, like a part of him had been ripped out. Like someone removed his heart. Something had clearly happened but to who. And as he closed he knew the answer as much as he tried to deny it. As much as he hated to admit, he loved his father. Only now was that realised. Such agony! Such Pain...but what could do this? I wonder...no not him. Not now. I'm coming father! Approaching the now remaining seven clan lords, Karys looked about as a zombie was felled by Zibeti Phol iv-Hekk of the Hekk clan who tried to keep another six at bay only for Sarashashi to intercept them and take down another five his prowess in combat shining through. Helping to fend them off, Karys empowered his arms and legs with the Force to grant him more strength to his blows as he used Massassi-Raka, the traditional martial arts of his people to kick and punch another six undead in the cranium and spine and another ripping the hearts from another five tu'kata, sending them truly to their deaths. As he looked he knew now what he had felt. This. His father had been killed, mauled by a tu'kata by the looks of it. It explained the pain he felt and the deep feeling of emptiness, of sorrow. It also explained the deep feeling of loss and pain. The hunger for vengeance. And of Rage. All of which he had felt before but never so intense save once. The monster awoke with a thirst he had not felt before this moment. No doubt Sheog felt it in the Force. Like a great dark cloud had gathered around Karys and coated him in a large overcast shadow. For a few moments he was silent and then deep inside he felt a ravenous hunger, a beast awoken. Or so it felt like. For a few moments everything was a blur, as time stood still, as more undead fell and at least another three tu'kata, as the group made it to the valley they were forced to leave the Narat's body behind. As it registered, Karys finally understood why he felt such pain. He only once before been bothered by someone’s death more than expected, but this was different. This was the man who had practically raided the massassi. As such he felt it like no other pain he could describe. He had always assumed his father would always be part of the landscape, always there in the background as Karys himself ascended. Like a old lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly went dark, Karys felt as if he had one less landmark to navigate by—he was still able to gain his bearings yes....but he felt more adrift now because of his loss at least for a brief few moments. It was a dead reckoning. And he did not expect it. The loss of his father caused his emotions to be divided, all he could do was divert the rage he felt at his loss to killing those responsible, and as such his rage and hate grew....restrained for the sake of those around him for the moment but ready to be redirected at his beastly foes. He gritted his teeth and spoke remembering...this was all a test...a trial. His. Loss was to be expected, as a Sith one could have no weakness and no real attachment. Death was apart of life ad to be expected. As such he hid his rage behind the voice, a cold voice. Vengeance would be his in due time. Restraining himself, Karys gave the order. "He shall be remembered, let us continue. Remember the plan." Despite his loss, Karys found his emotions....negative emotions gave him strength in the Force. A strength he had not known before this moment, even when using the Force. He thought on it, realising now his mistake. This was what Sheog had meant. He needed to master his emotions, and draw om them for strength, as much as a saber. Even those of loss. If he did and focused it then he would unlock unimaginable power or so he came to realise. As such he waited, allowing his prey to approach with a look of bloodlust. All of them. The tu'kata with caution and the undead with but one thought. For the taste of flesh. Not mine, or the lords...no-one else dies but you today. Karys motioned in his mind as he gave the signal, letting the clan lords know it was time to commence the potentially risky plan. Yet it was better than the open, at least here they could make some kind of stand. From a military standpoint he thought it made sense. The valley provided obstacles and crevices to use against the undead and remaining tu'kata. Although that was not to say some might work a way around it but those he would deal with when the time came. As several of the remaining, living lords attacked the left flank, three flanked right however another ran to be swiftly cut down by a waiting undead. The price of cowardice Karys guessed, of displaying such weakness. Some never learnt he fathomed, did they not learn from the death of Sadow? The Darkside did not favor those without the strength to carry through what they set out to start. It accepted no prisoners, no compromise. In return it offered much however. Punching, kicking and elbowing his way...Karys soon made it through the mass of rotting flesh and gnashing teeth. By the end only three of the original eight clan lord remained but it was to be expected. Karys made one final charge at the remaing ten undead. Unleashing all his negative emotions up to that point, he did not hold back. All the Hate, Anger, Pain, Loss, Suffering and Fear. All of it. Was let loose as the beast inside, the monster came out to play. To seek new victims for the slaughter, allowing Karys to revel in the chaos of destruction that followed. To revel in the mist of war that he so enjoyed. He swore he heard the Darkside whispering in his ear, promises of power. But there was a cost. Let there be no compromise, no mercy. For the Darkside accepts none, take everything from them. It was on that moment Karys stepped beyond the clan lords. Out to the open to face the dead and remaining three tu'kata. THe tu'kata he attacked first, gripping one like a vice and crushing it's body before sending the corpse smashing into the second hound like a cannonball. The third was smart enough to jump around them before charging forwards only to be met by a waiting knee that collided with it's face. As Karys pummeled, the remaining clan lords assisted via stabbing and bashing the beast overwhelming it with numbers. Now came the final challenge. The ten undead, who by this time had advanced to within twenty meters of the group. Karys was quick to act. Focusing again his Rage and Pain from the loss of his father, the massassi enhanced his fists and body with the Force even as fatigue threatened to set in. Focusing the Darkside, he telekinetically gripped two more undead smashing their skulls against the side if the valley before 'pushing' another three into the other wall as the clan lords stabbed, impaled and blugeoned the dead near them in the cranium resulting in another two death's. Now only five remained. Picking a target, Karys focused his Suffering, drawing on it's power to fuel the beast inside. The monster. The power unleashed in a devastating impact as flesh a bone met a kinetic wave of energy. Two death's resulted when they were unceremoniously flung back into a large rock, a rock which Karys was quick to utilize....throwing it at the three undead zombies however it only managed to hit one splattering it's friends in guts and removing an arm from one of them that had previously held a shield. The clan lords advanced upon the remaining undead to the left, while Karys took the right. His emotions divided somewhere between rage and restraint. He was learning now to control the rage...the fire within. Shape it and use it when he wanted not as a matter of reflex as had mostly been his previous use. Focusing the emotions of Hate and Rage, Karys focused and the Darkside beckoned. The response was the skeletal warrior's skull imploded on itself. The bone fragments crushed inwards as the rest of the head followed, a violent true death was the result. The other undead faired no better when the three clan lords hacked and slashed it to bits, careful to avoid being bitten. And then he saw him. Karys looked behind and saw the sight of his father, in undead form. This brought on a mixture of emotion...but he knew what had to be done. Approaching he used the Force and crushed his head too, doing what needed to be done...with no remorse or pity. Looking before him, exhausted and sweating, Karys noted the masse of dead around them. The clan lords were almost overexcited, esstatic even for surviving the ordeal. Karys however was strangely silent and distant. He had much to think about, least of which included the loss of his father and what to tell his young half brother who would likely take the place of the fallen Narat lord. Although he doubted he would say much....he was far younger than Karys. Barely in his teens, a perfect candidate for the adoption Sheog spoke of. Making they're way back the group made for Sheog tired and almost drained. The exertions having taken their toll. Karys lead the three, his eyes still a deep black resonating the darkside echoed by his aura.

While indeed some of the leaders were ingratiating themselves, some of the other clan leaders were far more subtle and nuanced in their mannerisms...standing and observing rather than aiming to please. Just as Sheog was observing them, Sarashashi at the least appeared curious of the Hutt before him and more accepting of outsiders. Clearly they had experienced some sith before and learnt from the occasions or at the very least heeded Karys earlier advise.While the clan lords contended themselves, or some of them with trying to appease the mad hutt...Karys considered Sheog's words and noted his disapproval of them trying to ingratiate themselves. To be honest he couldn't blame him for not liking it. It was rather off putting. Then the words the hutt said echoed in his mind, like a calm before a storm. At last he understood...at last he knew what he had to do. Another revelation. These people are your power, as well as the chains that bind you... As the image of the fallen lord Daiman appeared and was cut down, while Sheog explained his weakness...his critical flaw and divulged a lesson of the price of seeing his people as nothing but pawns in a great game, Karys listened and observed the scene playing before him carefully...even as the clan lords observed themselves in both wonder and surprise. Yet deep inside all felt the hunger, Karys himself felt a sudden need for cupcakes while it appeared the clan lords all seemed to have an urge to eat some other various items of food. Hmm curious... thought the massassi as he continued to listen to the lesson being imparted. And then he received the biggest blow he had ever likely taken. A choice not taken lightly...the clan lords looked on some in abject horror at what the hutt suggested, others with amusement or no fear...awaiting whatever choice Karys made. Sarashashi was most amused at the prospect of Karys attempting to teach eight young kids the ways of the sith. Like him, Karys, a choice is before you. Purge your past or embrace it. You must either kill your species, or become their true leader. To let them live in eternal servitude is an incredible danger… How many leaders throughout the galactic history have died to the blades of their servants? As Sheog spoke the words, Karys considered what it would mean if he chose to kill them all. He would be the last of his kind...something he didn't particularly relish. Besides he saw their potential even if they did not yet realise it, the species were all naturally attuned strongly to the Force, the Darkside in particular. And most were capable warriors even without using the Force, obedient, fearless and loyal. Well most anyways. It was that which granted them their potency and longevity. And gave them a willpower and strength to survive incredible odds. They were strong, capable warriors yes...but they simply lacked a real leader to show them their potential, not as pawns but true soldiers of the Darkside, future generations of sith with whom to ally and take back the galaxy...just as Sheog was beginning to show Karys his own potential and strength. He realised then his mistake Was I so blind? he thought. As he considered it, the realization hit. Given the option, his choice was clear. More than day on a dark planet. Purge your past or embrace it. Kill your species, or become their true leader. this was the thought running through his head currently...even as a hint of insanity crept at the edges of his psyche for some reason. And what followed was a cold shiver, like cold water running down his spine for some innate reason, he couldn't quite gather why but put it down to the Darkside somehow. Karys considered again when the mad hutt offered more advise and a solution if he chose the latter option. If he chose to spare his kind. At last I understand where I went wrong. Today I remedy all and the lords will bare witness to the change. Today I usher in a new era for us...and for me. No longer are the others of my race but pawns...they are so much more. They are my my powr as he said, kindness will be rewarded with loyalty. And I shall know a strength I have never known...we all shall. I will be blind no more. As Sheog finished, and waited for his answer...Karys considered the risk involved if he did decide to spare his race. He decided the risk was worth it and replied in kind, yet one more task would remain...he would need to convince the clan lords to part with the children willingly, if he was to secure the future, his own and others. And make the clans strong again. But he didn't see them disagreeing...given the alternative. I shall eat with the fork. But just enough to live..greed has been the downfall of many...eat too much and one get's fat. "I choose to embrace my past. My people are much, arrogant, headstrong...foolhardy maybe...but they do not deserve death. They like I possess a strength in the Force and as a people that need not be wasted. I shall take these children and do as asked of me. My people will Change, of that I have no doubt as soon as they see the benefits to be reaped as I have thus far. We shall idolize the weaknesses of the Sith no more, instead we shall aspire to their strengths. And seek to mirror these strengths while not forgetting the lessons imparted of the past. You have already shown me much, now I shall show my people and impart those lessons, if they are agreeable." Looking to the clan lords, some were shocked by the change displayed. Was this really the same Karys they had known? This Karys seemed stronger...more controlled and restrained, more wise. Unpredictable even, it was perhaps in a way a good sign. As such they accepted, pinning the future on a hope he did them proud...the prospect of future generations being greater than the last was as equally enthralling to them...his father especially...and in a way they also agreed as a way of gratitude since he had chosen instead to spare the species when he had been given the option to kill them. Even Graush...his rival agreed albeit begrudgingly as a way of his own thanks for sparing him. Now he would watch and wait to see if any fruit came of this. For now Karys had earnt a degree of respect and loyalty, he would not waste it this final chance he had been given. The chains would soon be broken....or so he hoped.

Karys approached with caution and was relieved when the mad Hutt and the young twi'lek beside him approved of his choice of ingredients for the two dozen cookies. And was equally relieved that the Force granted his cookies bake under the hot Korriban sun despite the now abating sandstorm. He took pride in the fact they both approved. And yet the massassi was also caught off-guard and was surprised at the fact his ability to command the Force came so easily. It appeared for now at least the Darkside favored him even despite his mistakes not so long ago, and yet...he was starting to think he was not the same man that had stood then. Much had changed since his return to Korriban...he had changed. A short time for such change but such was the effect of the Force and of such a mentor as the one who now taught Karys. He was one whom he truly respected...afterall he had given him life again. A debt was owed, one he would not be likely able to repay. Where once I was weak, I shall remold myself and be made strong. he thought. As he took the young girl hand and shook the prosthetic she held as replacement for her 'original' hand, feeling the buzz of the electronics...Karys noted she had scars, similar to his own in a way. Marks of life, of survival, a story told upon the skin. That she had survived and bore the marks meant she had a hidden strength and this earnt the massassi's respect, respect not easily won. He was amused at her cavalier attitude as well as she continued to mark off Sheog's various titles, most of those whom he spent time about were so dull or serious, this was a welcome change. He also admired her loyalty to the Sith Order through the Hutt, he knew it was a demanding life not easy to live through and the whims of the Sith were demanding...too much for some. Only the strong survived their demands and few were worthy enough to survive even being in their presence. That she had and still did was something to take note of. Listening he liked the name, Hayley and Sheog...so that was his masters name. He had wondered...he would remember both. It was then the Hutt spoke catching Karys undivided attention...his expression becoming one of a serious nature. A new task lay before him, to gather the clan lords...a task in itself given some disapproved of his methods. As Sheog went on to remark about the true nature of the Sith Code, the massassi eagerly listened. With each time the Hutt spoke it seemed he learnt ever more. So the Code is more than I thought. Was I such a fool as to miss it? Another mistake soon to be rectified, today I become what I was born to be and cut my inadequacies from this body. Today I begin the first steps to breaking my chains. he considered this as he began. Without another word Karys began the long journey that would take him to the oldest city on the planet. The City Of Ur. A location recently rebuilt to former greatness following the planets rebirth and the return of the sith species along with it...Karys surmised at this time of day the clan lords would be in session, discussing the days events and items of government...rivals all vying for power and playing political games for the chance to rule the small Empire that the sith species commanded. The ambitious seeking to run rampant and stake a claim to it all and attempt to steal his position from him. Pathetic really if one were to think about it. Small minds who never saw the greater picture at work, some would likely think Karys was dead by now or missing if not...which worked to his advantage, the lords would not expect his presence so he would catch them by surprise. After cleaning up his mess, he was taught good hygiene and manners afterall...Karys began his run. Although he neglected to notice the banana peel left a short distance ahead. That would soon come to bite him in a manner reminiscent of many comedic shows in a form of slapstick. Focusing the Force, Karys centred it upon his legs. Forming a picture in his minds eye of moving beyond normal limitations...he found that doing this allowed the picture to become reality as when he began to run...his legs were bolstered, augmented by the Force to grant a unnatural grace and momentum that propelled him forwards, little did he notice the banana peel until it was too late...he was sent spiraling into the sand uttering one or two curses as he fell in his ancient tongue. Annoyed at his own stupidity for leaving the skin there he picked it up and flung it far into the desert. Only then did the massassi begin again...focusing the Force in his legs as before, using the same methodical approach. This time he avoided the banana peel as he disappeared in a cloud of red sand. The massassi was soon gone from Sheog and Hayley's sight and soon at the city gates to face and take the four armor clad massassi guard's at the front of them and the many more above the wall with heavy blasters by surprise. The captain soon spoke, issuing the order to lower their arms when he noted who it was that approached. "Sire, we had not expected your company back so soon." Karys was almost amused by the statement "Rumors of my departure are sadly by some exaggerated. Are the clan lords in session? I have a message from the Order for them, and they as you know the law. They must oblige me and listen to what I have to say." The captain nodded motioning the gate to be opened. With that the mighty city gates did indeed creak open, the heavy metal scrapping the rock and sand of the ground, allowing Karys entry. Making for the Palace with a two man escort, the captain insisted and Karys was obliging...the massassi was soon at the doors to the meeting hall where he heard several familiar voices inside. His rival rose above the rest and appeared to be trying to garner more favor for his schemes...schemes his father had previously put into play. The son was just as ambitious and power hungry as his father it seemed. A pity. Soon enough the doors swung open as Karys introduced his presence to the clan lords, and much to many of their surprised faces...as anticipated his presence was unexpected and unwelcome to his rival. Karys spoke, calm and methodical. "I see my presence is not welcome here by some of you. I guess some forgot or choose to neglect that I still live. Your Regent still lives and he has a message from this worlds true masters. The Sith Order demands your presence..all of you and you as I well know are obliged to answer the call, such is our law. The great and all knowing Sheog, Krath Master and my mentor wishes to meet with you all and discuss some matters of import. For those of you who doubt my words, it would be wise that you would be agreeable...those in the Order are not known to be forgiving of those who ignore them or choose to neglect their presence. And for those who would attempt anything else...I would not recommend doing anything rash...a degree of humility and subtly would be wise in Sheog's sight, he would not be as forgiving for any transgressions as I might. Death is nothing to what he might do to you should you meddle in his affairs. That said I will allow an hour for you all to prepare for the journey and await you outside the city gate." Karys said giving the clan lords not much room to answer back or question, he had little time for such banter and doubted Sheog had the patience to wait. When he left the room murmurs filled the hall, Karai his rival was most perturbed by this chain of events and angry at the sudden arrival of Karys and his subsequent departure thereafter...however he like the others were bound by law to obey and thus he followed like the others. He was curious as to what it was all about just like the others. A hour later and several land-speeders stood ready in a convoy outside the city gates. Each bore the respective symbols of their clans as the lord in question entered the vehicle. Karys stood into the speeder with his father of the Narat clan, despite the fact he himself was clan lord of the Adas...named so after his mother's death as the heir to the position as well as Regent Of Korriban. Soon they were all at the luxury yacht belonging to Sheog. Karys was the first to step out, followed by his father and then the others he had brought. All bowed in respect as expected of them. Karys arose shortly after and introduced them. "My master, I bring before you all eight clan lords as instructed. Those who lead the great clans that remain and advise me in matters of state. I give to you Uryu Kallig iv-Narat, my father of the Narat beside me. Of the Adas I am clan lord...named so after my mothers death, Karai Sadow iv-Graush,...my..rival of the Graush clan is next to my left, Makaadi Fost iv-Sadow of the Sadow clan thereafter, Vanduo Seake iv-Ragnos of the Ragnos, Plejada Alkis iv-Kressh of the Kreshh clan, Vandinti Gant iv-Sarashashi of the Sarashashi clan and finally last but not least Zibeti Phol iv-Hekk of the Hekk clan." Karys father was quick to appease the mad Hutt. As Karys finished he rose his head and spoke "It is a pleasure to finally meet one of the Order in person. Welcome to Korriban, my lord" Uryu stated in a aristocratic, deep tone. Karys waited as each placated themselves and gave gifts. Artifacts and relics they thought would be of interest. Karys himself meanwhile hoped his master approved of the fact he had conducted the task as expected and managed to get the clan lords to him with as little trouble as he did. And yet one question remained. I wonder why he wanted the clan lords. was the current thought that filled his mind, however he quickly discarded that thought and focused on Sheog and what be had to say next...he respected this ones words. So far he had been given few reasons to doubt so he listened, he hoped the clan lords were wise to listen too or things could get messy.

((OOC: Sorry again for any delays...got a double cose of bugs this winter...but cinally a post just hope it's good enough lol )) Karys listened, his mind a swirl of thoughts. For all his oddity, the massassi found the Hutt amusingly someone with whom he could truly learn. Whereas most Sith would berate or ignore him...this Hutt actually listened to his tale, posing several answers and questions that made sense. It was true. Many of the descendants were inadequate however Karys did indeed hope he was the exception to the rule. He knew he was destined to greater things...that he was unlike others of his kind...he just needed to show it and prove his worth. As he listened to the tale of the kiffar, then did he perceive the caution the tale told and took heed...the Darkside was powerful yes but also corrupting by it's very nature. One had to be careful when using it as to not let it control them. Become your own man. Those words rung most in the ears of the massassi Karys most of all, as did the advice to use the ancient s as inspiration rather than a direct influence. It was true he had lived in the shadow of others for far to long and been influenced by the spirit's of his world for years...it was time he came into his own and find who he truly was, to make his own path. To be his own Sith in every sense of the word. Today I change my fate. It was on those words within his mind that Karys was told of his task even as the various barrels and ingredients were rolled out onto the desert sands. So it appeared his first trial was one designed to test his skills and required he mix and bake two dozen drop cookies despite the fact they were during a fading sandstorm...and the fact predators would soon appear looking for a easy meal with so much food about to entice their nostrils. It was clear the Sith Hutt was quite mad...but wise so far as Karys could make of him. A strange combination that seemed to work for this clearly powerful force-user. It appeared he had been given free range as to the recipe so first he decided upon a old classic his mum used in her kitchen when he was young...long before his warrior training and he found the Sith Order. He often enoyed those moments sneaking into the kitchen and pinching a cookie. The simple pleasures were sometimes the best. Focusing himself and centering his core in the Force, drawing from Pain Karys recited each line of the Sith Code in his head as he remembered it. Peace is a lie, there is only Passion. he recited as he commanded the Force to telekinetically select a large bowl and placed into it 1/4 flour, followed by 1 tablespoon of baking powder, 1/2 tablespoon of baking soda and 1/2 tablespoon of salt. Focusing the Force he set it to the task of whisking it all together as his hands made the movements. Like a elaborate display of music and he was the conductor. For some reason he found telekinetic based applications came rather easy to him as he wound the drop cookies..this he discovered. To a seperate bowl he added 3/4 brown sugar, 2 tablespoons of granulated sugar...mixing until small crumbs formed...even as he recited the second line of the code in his mind. Through passion I gain Strength. Then he added 2 tablespoons of vanilla extract to 5 oz chocolate chips that he crushed with the Force into smaller chunks. Adding the first bowl to this second bowl Karys gradually beat the chocolate chops with the flour mixture. Thus he added this to a spoon once it was ready...and 'dropped' the doughfrom a spoon to a baking tray. He was sure the diameter was 3 inches across each way and wrapped in the flesh of the Gamorrean like some type of twisted chocolate cookie parcel. Karys continued the process adding a additional ingredient with each line he recited. In the end there stood a cookie with chocolate chips, peppar, chilli, pumpkin, brandy, whipped cream, peanut butter, cinnamon, lemon, banana, oatmeal, caramel and a final one of coconut. Each was imbued with the Darkside in some way and wound together with the Force through Pain. As each drop of different dough dropped from the spoon to the baking tray, Karys used the Force to keep them steady and land upon the grease paper in the 3 inch diameter specified. Accuracy and precision was paramount afterall and of importance. Finally with the Force, Karys commanded it to bake the cookies...just enough to make them soft and chewy. Afterall he knew chocolate tasted best like that. He just hoped the Hutt approved of his choices and technique. Once they two dozen were ready Karys took them before Sheog offering him to sample the delivhts when he was ready.

[[OOC: Sorry for the long delay guys. Hope it's good enough. )) Karys was amused to hear they were to return to Korriban, and in a way happy. He much preferred home. As he exited the ship, he let the sand pass by...albeit he did have a small scarf about his face to protect from the sandstorm's that frequented his homeworld. The planet Korriban was where he had been born, until it's destruction he had been raised to a warrior among the desert sands and dunes of the world, then Ziost and again Korriban thereafter, such had been his life for a time. The darkness here had been apart of him for as long as he could remember and yet...he still felt apart. Like something was missing, a crucial piece to the puzzle. As he was asked the question, he considered his answer carefully and thought upon it. Thinking deeply, he focused in the dark embrace of the force. Letting the air and darkness of the planet welcome him home like a long lost sweet scent. He desired to strengthen the connection he felt to the desert planet by understanding the power behind it, the darkness that had been placed in his veins and beat deep underneath the core of the world. He spoke in reverence, as he smelt up the air. Focused himself. ''My people...and I are the descendants of the Ancient Sith, those that first walked this planet. The species survived in the form of seven noble clans, they are what remain of the Massassi...those that survived before sith begun the mutation experiments at least...their descendants, Kissai and Grotthu species, the same from which the Order takes it's name. The Adas, Narat, Graush, Sadow, Ragnos, Kreshh, Sarashashi and Hekk they are called. The eight greater clans of the empire with the Regent Of Korriban at the head who answers to the Sith Order. I am a personal descendant and heir of the long-lived King Adas I, the fore-bearer to the Adas clan name. The very same who it was said led the revolt against Rakata invaders and subsequently acquired Rakatan technology more than twenty-five thousand years ago which has long since vanished or disappeared in the dunes. I am stronger than the others, in the force than the rest of my people at least this much I do know. It is believed I am closer connected to our homeworld due to this and it is why they chose me as Regent of Korriban, on a hope they might have another Golden Age as with the time of their ancestors. One known as Asmenys Ragnos iv-Graush, son to the former Karai Sadow iv-Graush whom I had previously dispatched to the netherworld after a lengthy feud is one who does not want this to happen. His father attempted to prove he had a spine by trying to usurp me, and was not the weak worm I took him for...suffice to say his spine did not hold up to questioning. I had no doubt after his father passed his son would soon step up and be such a similar thorn, but hoped he would see reason...he refused and he has since proven a greater thorn than his father was. One the Darkside will aid me getting rid of I hope despite my mistakes, for the Dark favors the strongest does it not. Regardless I don't know truly why but my affinity for the dark has always been strong. Perhaps it is Adas, perhaps not. Regardless I do wish to learn my gifts and unlock what potential lies within. To understand the Darkside, and in turn my planet as to rule it as the Dark demands. One in particular once showed me a possible path once, a spirit of old. Xendor he said. He spoke that I could learn the ways of the Marauder if I found one who would take me. He said they are well trained in weaponry but some amongst the Marauder Elite focus their efforts almost entirely on weapons training. As old as the Sith themselves, he told me these Sith Weapon Masters’ roots can be traced back as far as the Xendor rebellion, when he counted a number of Jedi Weapon Masters as members of his army. While Sith and Jedi Weapon Masters both dedicate themselves to weapons training the underlying reason behind the choice to do this is what separates us he said. Whereas Jedi Weapon Masters learn the way of weapons as a means of defending others, the Sith Weapon Master seeks to mastery the art of armed combat in order to prove his strength and bring ruin to his enemies. This appeals to me. Greatly. To learn the ways of the Weapon Master and prove my strength to my people and the spirits here.'' Karys hoped he explained well enough, and hadn't got himself killed. It was difficult to explain...the connection he had with his planet was not one that could be rightly explained in words, It was both a physical connection and of the Force.

Karys listened very intently as Sheog explained himself to the human, explained how spice was as nothing to the Force....that nothing was in comparison. Not even the god's themselves, which if Karys had been alive he was inclined to agree with. He had seen many things in his life but nothing seemed even marginally in comparison to what the Force had shown to be capable of doing. Such was it's power over life and death. Those who dared to say otherwise had always inevitably been proven wrong. He was envious of the power at this Hutt's command. To be able to show the future by the look of it of what might be of the man had he continued on his current path in life, swallowed by the spice into a shallow form of what he once was. It disgusted Karys to think that such a thing could happen, to think of spice. That drug was a bane on all existence...it was partly why he had it banned as regent on Korriban and any world inhabited by his kind. Those found with it or using it were imprisoned or put to death. Extreme measures for a extreme situation he saw it as, besides it hampered the Force so he saw it as doing a favor for his people by the banning of it. As the Hutt continued speaking, at last Karys understood. At last he knew...why he had failed. He had let weakness in and in turn failed the Sith, for any form of weakness be it pride, ego or more was not worthy of the Force or their attention. The galaxy could not be ruled by men or woman bound by such qualms or morality..or those without restraint over their abilities. No, he would not allow it again, not now nor ever if he had his way. A new day dawned, a dark day for the galaxy. He had been reborn anew and this Hutt as curious as he was had shown him the way. A debt he hoped to repay if he was reborn by taking the lessons to heart and disconnecting himself from his weaknesses. And reborn he was. Soon enough he found himself intrigued when the overlarge Hutt reached out in The Force, wondering just what he was about to conjure. He had little time to consider it as what happened next caught him somewhat off-guard. He found himself drawn, even dragged into a latticework of un-natural of madness that sucked him towards his corpse. For most this would have driven them insane, but for Karys he had suffered at the hands of Chaos itself and as such was largely unaffected by it. He remained unmoved when Sheog stabbed into the ribcage of his former body with his broad-headed axe, drawing the blood from where it had collected and had been shredded by his former master. The massassi noted that a follower of the Hutt Sith Master pushed forward one of the Bith Musicians, into the Sith's waiting hands. As the Hutt spat upon the man he noticed too that a portion of acid came spewing forth from his gullet, and wound about them all in a fearsome display of Krath Magic the likes of which he had never witnessed. It was fascinating to him. It would have been a disgusting sight seeing the acid spew out in his former existence and if not for the fact that the Bith’s body began dissolving into the Force itself only to be re-purposed when his soul was harnessed for energy to fuel the exchange. A life for a life. That was the price it appeared demanded of the ritual undertaken, a fact he appreciated. That his life was worth more than the Bith's own to the Hutt. Karys felt a strangeness to him as into his formerly occupied body he flew, Sheog having poured into it his malice and insanity. He felt himself, his real body almost. Repairing itself. The corruption of the darkside fixing marrow and blood, reawakeningthe dead tissues from death. From one of the kids heads, a kid he had seen previously, Karys noted that Sheog plucked a single hair, that was imbued with her essence...her corruptive, consuming essence. It seemed to almost echo Sheog save for the fact he dwarfed her in sheer power of the darkside and it's command. From it he saw how the Aorta that was torn asunder was stitched together, and blood once again filled the veins. The body was now repaired, all that was needed now was to bind the spirit to the body. It was then that the Hutt he saw turned to face him, in fact it became evident he saw him and likely had known of his presence since the start. Felt him even but simply needed a prodding. And then he felt something. Something strange yet welcoming. He saw as he was dragged to his body that the Hutt conjured up the countless deaths of the beasts past before casting them into darkness. He felt their pain, their death's even. Just as soon after he felt his spirit form shred as if into nothing, forced deep into the back of his mind like a piece of important jewellery into a safe and yet it was broken. Split apart and yet one. Only then did Karys feel it. Life return as The Hutt placed a hand on his face, forcing breath into his lungs. Returning to life that which was dead. As life returned, Karys eyes shot open like some horror movie where the body raises up again to stab a waiting victim. At first his vision was blurred, he had been without his physical senses for 3 days afterall...his body needed to adjust. However it did not take long for his eyes to do just that at least. The shape of the Hutt came into view followed by other shapes, smells...oh how he missed that and sound. Everything was as it had been before his death save his spirit. Lifting himself from the desert tray and wiping himself of whipped cream, and checking he had most of his weaponry. He found that he at least had kept the saber on the back of his belt, his two cortosis lined (serrated) swords on either side and the knife in his boot despite events. But was slightly dismayed that the other saber had gone missing. He had been through alot to earn that and make it as such he felt some connection to it, like he had to all his weapons. Despite the fact he was noble born Karys was a military man and a soldier. As such he took great pride in his equipment. All of it. After the check the massassi bowed reverently and deeply in respect the Sheog as he lowered to one knee, facing his new master. He had earnt a debt of gratitude and well as respect. He spoke, struggling somewhat to speak but managing all the same. ''You have my thanks great one, my master. For returning my life where it was taken, and opening my eyes where before I was blind. For showing me my weakness. I shall strive to not fail again and become the sith those before you tried to make of me. In my arrogance I failed to take heed, but no more. I have learnt much in death.''

Karys did not remember the days prior to his return, save the fact he had been killed. Although he had been to Chaos before this time it was different...he was different, changed by the experience, corrupted even after such a violent and explosive death. So when he arose in the Force as a spirit the effect was rather noticeable by those of the arcane crafts, Sheog especially. At first it was a small difference, a flicker at most in the force, followed by what seemed a chill and cold wind. This would seem normal in the depth's of space if not for the fact this particular wind seemed almost to the trained ear to scream, barely imperceptible to the kids at least or the soon to be apprentice Pryden. Only Sheog would truly be aware of it. That and the cold was tainted with a aura of rage and anger would make one take notice if they focused enough. This whispering 'wind' and screams of agony, soon subsided but was followed in the Force by a eruption of sorts. One that even Pryden would feel despite not knowing what it was. Not truly. Had a miraluka been present the display would have been akin to a firework display going off...as fiery orange and red erupted from the ground and out into the shape of a man as chaos itself spat Karys out. The massassi centered about the corpse, dazed and confused a bit. He tried to get his bearings, looking about he soon remembered the events that happened but found no emotion for his prior mistake. No pity or remorse, only disgust at his weakness and arrogance. Such feelings as arrogance and pride barely existed now, they had been wiped clear of his mind by the torture he had endured and the pain over the 3 days he had been dead. In Chaos 3 days was as a life age to the outside world, what was only minutes would seem like hours. Soon enough he tried speaking to Sheog only to find he could not hear him. Or if he could was not listening, yet he was surprised to find he was in the presence of a Hutt. He hadn't met one before now let alone knew they could possess the force in such a way as he seemed to suggest, given his aura. Karys could feel the power emanating off him. ''Hello can you hear me?'' Dammit can't hear me, need to get his attention I think. Hmm what's this, kids. Now this could be fun...I think a prank is in order. One only the dark could love and maybe this Hutt. Strange that a Hutt can command such power though...interesting. I'll need to investigate how this is possible when I return...if I return. Maybe he might even explain it. Ha ha! Doubt it though, these masters never like to reveal their secrets, spoil sports. Now what to do to grab attention? Hmm. Pacing about, the 'ghost' Karys thought on it before he went searching about the ship and kitchen. At least he can walk he thought, luckily the force and the darkness was feeling generous about that particular thing. And so he made use of it. He was bemused by the kids antics, kids being kids he supposed despite the fact they seemed mutated or something. Soon enough he followed one or two into the kitchen, and saw the mess they made the serving droids accident, sighing at the state of his body and where it may end up and the shouting of one of chef's for them to clear out while he was cooking. Karys did not intervene, but did observe. He wasn't entirely sure he could intervene even anyways. Karys walked over to the oven just as the chef was about to cook some kind of meat. He wasn't sure what type, given he had no smell currently...however Karys saw an opportunity to get attention and make people take notice. Enough to alert the Hutt that something or someone was making trouble in his kitchen. Well enough to get attention anyways and maybe see about his proper return. If that didn't work it was to the traditional 'poke' and prod the guy until he noticed he fathomed, not that he held much faith in that. He wasn't certain but something about this Hutt seemed...different than the other sith he had encountered. That he possessed perhaps a gift that they did not, eitherway the Force told him something about the Hutt would help him and his predicament. Soon enough frying pots and pans were clattering about the place like a hurricane as Karys found despite the fact he was a spirit, he could still manipulate objects to great effect. Each pan was soon floating about like some kind of ghost movie montage and making a right noise. Enough to perhaps garner attention from the other room if it hadn't already.This in turn hopefully would grant Karys a audience and the means to return. The 'sins' no doubt found the sight amusing as now some were looking on at the sight however it soon ended as the massassi spirit of Karys thought it had not done the trick as anticipated. So he headed back to where Sheog was hosting and practically poked him with a cold and raspy darkside tainted hand. He just hoped that did it or else he may be trapped as a eternal passenger to torment them for a while.

Karys Narat iv-Adas considered his current predicament carefully, long gone was the defiance and arrogance he had once shown. He had spent what seemed like a lifetime behind the stasis field that held him in place, and kept his abilities from ripping those whom had delayed his journey...and his destiny on Korriban from being fulfilled and he had come now to understand. He truly was a speck in a far greater game at play. Bounty Hunters. That is how he was caught. The scum of the universe so he thought, had delayed his destiny...that he had been caught by some was slightly embarrassing but none the less he had to admire their skills. They had proven quite the match when they shot him down shortly after his departure from the Shadow's Gambit. On the ground they were clever enough to use Yslamiri and stop him using his Force given gifts and set a trap. A trap meant for one like him a Force-User. The bounty placed on his brethren had proven quite lucrative to some hunters, and these six that remained of the initial number sent after him intended to collect on him. He would deny them if a chance presented itself. One had been spending the past week constantly barraging him with taunts in his off hours while drunk about what he intended to do with his half of the credits once he collected. He found it a bore, if he were free he would of emptied his entrails by now and used them to hang him and his friends from the rafters of the ship. But fate decided otherwise. The leader he found was far more respectful of his quarry and what he was capable of, something he found he appreciated. The respect went both ways. Afterall he had taken out 12 of his best before being caught, Karys martial skills, tactics and intellect causing quite the problem before a sacrifice made in blood had assisted his capture. Now the captain expected a return for it, a return he hoped to deny. His eyes widened at the man, speaking in basic so he could understand completely. Just what he had in mind, if he were ever to get free. ''Go on talk, yes talk if that is what you will. But it will not save you. This barrier will only hold me for so long and your captain knows it, when I break free...and I shall, you will beg me for death before I am done with you and your comrades. You will not see those credits you so vehemently keep reminding me of you will be spending on hookers and whores. The Force looks after it's chosen hunter, who looks after you? Your commander? He is smart yes but it is a fool's folly to think he can contain a Sith forever in this cage. Even those little critters you brought with you won't stop me from taking what's mine you know...I am that who see's your every waking dream, your nightmares and makes them true. You are as an ant to the will of the Force. The Force has found you wanting hunter and it will get it's due.'' Stunned a moment the man shouted back drunkenly ''Oh really? If your so high and mighty then how come we caught you?'' Karys considered his answer a moment before methodically he answered. Smiling back through the field. ''Your commander is a clever man. Which is something I don't say often of my enemies, the same can't be said of you. Toruk was it? If you were wise you would not be taunting me right now or have been since my stay. The Force always has a way of making those who tempt fate of getting what is owed them. And you are owed in spades my young friend.'' The human laughed, yet Karys was calm. ''Your saying some mystical Force is gonna come and free you. And that I am going to die by your hand? Fat chance! Some hippy dippy Force mumbo is not gonna help you outta this one bub. Just as it's not gonna stop me from doing this.'' Pressing a button, Karys resisted the urge to yell as immense pain shot threw his body, the bounty hunter had pressed a button sending searing hot electricity through him, burning his insides. Gritting his teeth, he swore revenge the first time he did it few days ago, now he was certain of what he would do when free. His first victim would be this human. And he would revel in it. Karys spoke. ''Do what you will but know this. I will have my vengeance upon you...and the Force shall see it through...then we shall see who is laughing at whom.'' Turok laughed once more, sending another jolt before he departed. Make no mistake, it will come. Karys thought as he lingered. Meanwhile on the bridge, the commander of the bounty hunter unit currently assembled stood looking out into the stars, arms crossed behind his back. A blonde haired human called 'Memphis' a veteran of the wars, he knew much about Force-Users...and just what they were capable of so even now he was cautious. Almost unconsciously he felt the scar across his face where a saber from a Sith had burned a reminder. He remembered the horrors he had seen unleashed and took heed of the lessons he learnt fighting those who could command the Force. Disturbed by the voice of the communication officer he turned and arched a eyebrow. ''Sir, we are arriving at Coruscant shortly. Should I inform the others to secure the prisoner and prepare for landing?'' Memphis replied ''Yes. Tell the men below to take some Ylsamiri with them and bring him to the shuttle...we shall...'' he was about to answer when a siren started blurring and several ships appeared in his scope. Pirates. They were looking for an easy score by stealing his bounty and thought to bring it in themselves to claim the credits. However fate and the Force it seemed had other plans for all of them. Him included. ''Open fire!'' he said as they ships drew closer, taking damage his ship the ''Razor's Edge' shields held for now but without the initial hit damaging some systems...and little did he know what else it had done. Damaging the stasis field and killed the Yslamiri as they slept in their cages when some heavy machinery knocked lose landed on them. Karys simply smiled when he felt the Force enter him once more. The first time in a week since he felt it, it had felt like a lifetime however. Again he felt like the Sith he had been, complete. The rush of it's return as he dropped to the floor and his knee's was exhilarating to say the least ...and now he had a promise to keep. After re-acquiring his weapons and gear of course. Using the Force he ushered speed unlike a tornado. Rather quickly he located the armory, and his weapons...killing the guard on duty with a reckoning and abandon unparalleled in malice. His vengeance had come upon all on the ship which had sort him as a prize. Avoiding the blaster-fire, he used Telekinesis to send the man into the far wall, breaking his spine and he finished up by slicing his head off, with his own blade. Soon enough once Karys had acquired his weapons...hell followed as the ship was torn asunder from the inside. Bodies soon littered the halls in every direction, entrails lined the sides and blood smeared the walls. Soon he was on the bridge where Toruk and Memphis stood with only the strongest left. Karys smiled darkly as he spoke. ''I commend you captain for my capture. But the Force does not favor you today, it favors me...let us dance one more time shall we.'' Memphis gritted his teeth and went to war a final time. The fight was spectacular, but in the end he fell and Turok like the coward he was ran. Karys spoke briefly to Memphis before he departed as he left him holding his now severed arm and lay on the floor with no legs. ''As much as I enjoyed your hospitality captain, I had a prior engagement you delayed me from meeting. But alas such is the Force and the fates. Now to business, first however a good captain should go down with his ship wouldn't you agree? And what better death than to to die in glorious battle.'' Lifting him with the Force, Karys placed him in the captain's chair and placed several straps across him...preventing a attempt to escape his fate. Then set a collision with the pirates before departing the bridge. There was but one final task before he left completely. Now where is that sniveling worm got too? Karys considered of Turok. Ah there you are...I might have known...the toilets. Like the terd you are you will be flushed away. Toruk was now feeling a very human shiver run down his spine as he hid in the toilets after witnessing many of his friends die in ways that resembled only his worst dreams. As promised by the Sith. He truly was the stuff nightmares came from, where he went death followed. And then he saw him. Staring at Turok...eye to eye, this time a saber in his hand. ''Ah Turok? What's wrong? Looks like you've seen a ghost, don't worry I won't kill you..oh no. I have much grander plans for you. I promised you vengeance didn't I? And I am ever a man of my word. So here we are you and I, our fates entwined. Now let's begin shall we.'' The next minutes seemed as a lifetime as Turok had limbs and skin removed, piece by slow piece. Before he made a example of him...ripping the skin from his body, flaying him. And leaving him very much alive but in utter torment. Noting the ship was closing to the pirates vessel, Karys made a mad Force assisted dash to the hangars where he quickly saw his ship. The cursed bounty hunters were planning on using it to their own ends if not for the Force aiding his escape....they might have succeeded. Firing the ship up he was soon gone, hidden among the carnage of the battle. In the Force he felt a calling...a familiar feeling almost. That called him to Coruscant, and so he input the co-ordinates and departed for the city planet.

Karys gave a nod as she departed before considering the question. This was not something he believed that could be solved overnight, nor was the answer straightforward...there was no set time or limit...no knowing how long it could take to find a solution...no meditation was indeed in order. As such he settled into a cross-legged position on the floor, entering a deep meditation...yet little did he know how long it would last. Closing his eyes he focused himself in the Force. And this was how he remained for several month's, with the good captain checking on him every now and again when time allowed, it was he who had attached a intravenous sugar-solution drip to the young sith to keep him alive in the trance at the massassi's suggestion. with that he could remain in a trance up to a year. Despite his deep trance like state, Karys body never weakened nor thinned...the Force sustained him in the trance in a strange bubble like affect along with the drip's aid. Subtle eye twitches and body tremors every now and again informed the captain he still lived. It was in the third month of the trance that he felt it. A disturbance, one which centred around Korriban...home...and Adas. It was this which awoke him from his deep meditation and let him know what the Force required of him. Opening his eyes for the first time in those months caused a short discomfort as he adjusted to the ambient light briefly before his sight fully returned and he arose, disconnecting himself from the drip that had helped sustain him. Lifting himself up, Karys disconnected himself from the drip and thought on what he held felt and seen while in the trance. Korriban was key to it all, he knew it...and somehow he suspected Adas was somehow involved. As such he informed the captain he was awake to tell Emily should she turn up where he was and departed shortly after.

Karys soon reached the outer reaches of the Coruscant system, per the instructions from Emily...his mentor. He recalled the last few days, and the research, everything he had learnt from his search and then he headed towards the vast vessel in front of him. The Shadow's Gambit he remembered when he was last here. It was in the presence of his former master, Raynuk Montar...Darth Quietus. At that he contacted the captain, who informed him his presence was expected. Karys likewise offered a reply. ''Thank you Captain Kira, it's great to hear from you again. I see the Shadow's Gambit is just as beautiful as I remember and kept in pristine condition. Raynuk Montar, Darth Quietus would be proud, rest his soul.'' Kira was somewhat take aback by the words, when they last met Karys had for the most part kept to himself...save the incident below deck a few months or so ago. That he offered such compliments was a little strange, but he thought nothing of it. The praise was welcomed no matter for what reason. ''Thank you...uh...Karys was it?'' He said looking up the manifest. ''That is correct Captain Kira. Have you any news for me?'' was the reply...''Yes I do have one message, from Lady Eris she informs me to instruct you to meet her in the usual place. She takes the suggestion that you will know what I mean when I say that.'' Karys responded as he thought on it, he knew where instantly. The Sith side of the vessel, where he began his initial training under Quietus. Now he was back to use it once more, it seemed the Force was not without a sense of irony...and that was not lost on him. ''Ah yes, I know where. Thank you again Captain, be sure to have my usual quarters ready.'' ''Of course. I'll lay a course and guide you in'' in moments Karys navi-computer came alive as co-ordinate were sent from the mighty casino ship. Moving his ship, karys piloted it along the route he was given to follow and finally entered the selected hangar he had been assigned too for his duration aboard. Opening the canopy, he stepped out and offered a nod to the security forces before making his way directly to Emily. He did not want to keep her waiting, besides which...they had much to discuss.

((Sorry for the delay. Although to clarify it's only Sith (as in the Sith Order) who are allowed foot on Korriban as well as the Sith Purebloods.)) ''As you desire Vaeros, Although shouldn't we at least inform Karys of this interloper?'' The elder replied, after first trailing a finger along his brow and then deciding against it. ''Not yet. There is no need to inform the Kal’evos just yet...he has greater things upon his mind to deal with other than one slave. Even if they are a potential recruit to the Order. If he proves of worth and survives the test then we shall inform him. No, this Zabrak will be tested by you Veris and by Nazeti. If he is as weak as you think then he shall be just another corpse of Korriban to guard the tombs, now enough pandering...go...hunt your prey.'' With that the massassi gave a nod as he entered after the Dathomiri along with one other. As The Zabrak walked the valley he found his thoughts in confusion. Who were these people? What did they want? Why had they freed him? And then it became clear a she was handed his weapons and sent into the surroundings area. Looking behind he briefly caught a glimpse of two red skinned beings chasing him before hearing a whirling sound, at that moment his neck hairs stood up on end in a familiar way that always signified danger. Within moments three razor sharp discs came hurling towards his back and behind them their owner. A hulking massassi, wielding a lanvarok in one hand and a lightsaber of crimson red in the other. He shouted out insults and taunts. ''Run little Zabrak run. If you can. For I will not be merciful, Korriban will have it's prize.'' As he taunted the other massassi bolted forwards. With near unmatched speed he was quickly gaining, shouting out a battle cry he leapt at the Dathomiri holding his saber with both hands aloft ready to cleave the young warrior in two.

Aboard Emily's ship a beeping was going off. This was caused by Karys placing in the correct com frequency and encrypting it, contacting Emily as per instruction upon completion of his task. The message consisted of (and could only be opened and read by her):

((So sorry for the long delay Emily.)) Karys said nothing as Emily left, leaving him to his research. In truth he had little else to say anyway...it appeared he had been given his task. Settling into the cockpit, Karys started searching the vast archives of Sith history he had at his fingertips, searching through he decided to research upon Xendor as his chosen Sith...given his recent meeting with the spirit. As he delved into his history, philosophy and view of the Force he came to admire him for sticking to his guns despite insurmountable odds. Meditating at the same time he researched, Karys came to a higher understanding of what he believed in and how his ways applied to his own life. The next he researched was the Jedi known as Kyle Katarn, a male human who had lived years prior. He found many things in his hated enemy that aligned with his own thoughts after many hours meditation...the most prominent being that no force ability was inherently dark or light, good or evil but instead that it fully depended on how and for what one used it. The last Karys chose and whom had the most influence upon him, was Revan. A human male whom had at one point been both Sith and Jedi. He was the only known man that he knew of that had successfuly merged Light and Dark in the way he desired to accomplish however one thing he did not agree with was his philosophy...that a master could only ever train one single apprentice at a time...he recalled this was likely where Darth Bane and his Baneite Order Of Sith Lords adapted their way of thinking from. After hours of meditation on each one of his chosen subjects, reading their histories and philosophy...researching...Karys at last had completed his task. Since he had some time the young Sith looked at the Holonet for any news that may prove useful. Little did he know what he would stumble upon. It appeared someone really hated Force-Users, Jedi and Sith had become targets to a hefty 1 million credit bounty. Only to be claimed if they were dead. This was of concern to the apprentice, it would cause problems for both Darth Eris and himself on their travels since many hunters would likely seek to claim on the bounty. And claiming two Force-Users of such ability and power would bring such a individual a huge payday if they were successful. However Karys inwardly smiled...he knew such was a foolish notion. Any individual who sought to snuff him out would not find him easy prey. As a Sith he was not weak or to be toyed with. He wondered which fool put up this bounty. Were they insane. Putting this aside, he decided it best to contact his master and discuss it further. Placing in the correct com frequency and encrypting it, he contacted Emily. ''Greetings my mistress, I have completed the task you have set me and I also thought you should know...some fool has put a 1 million credit bounty on all Force-Users, only to be claimed if they are dead. So be careful out there. I'll discuss it further once we meet but until then I await further instructions.''

Karys considered all of what Emily told him, his face was contorted to one of confusion and uncertainty. And then as she explained it changed. His face grew more bold and confident with each word...in his mind cogs were turning that before had remained silent. Within he believed he knew now what truly made a Sith. And it was not as he expected, his philosophy had changed. Radically. He knew what he now needed to do. But it would take time, patience even and he would make many enemies, possibly even be branded a 'heretic' but in the end he knew it was the right thing to do. He decided to tell Emily his thoughts. He spoke with a clarity that would not be expected from one so young, a voice opened to new ways. ''I believe you have answered all I wished to know...and even given me new insight. Knowing now that the Force has a will and is one and a whole, far from what I believed before, I think I know now what a true Sith must be and what it means to be one. In light of the knowledge you and Xendor have given I have come to believe that to be a true Sith one must embrace the whole. A true Sith must be a living incarnation of the Force's will - the highest manifestation of its desires and emotions. To be a 'true' Sith one must be both 'Fire' and 'Water'. That we must be open to experience all the ranges of emotion and manifestations. Both Destructive and Passive at the same time. Whereas the Jedi draw from what could be considered one side of the coin, we as Sith must draw from all, this is what I now believe separates us from them. Only once we accept and understand this will we truly be free of our chains. To be one with the Force we must be one with ourselves and only then will the Force reward us with it's knowledge. At least that's what I've come to believe after hearing all I've been told. Some might view you a lesser Sith for holding such believes as you do but I do not. In fact I now hold you in higher regard for sticking to what you believe and telling me the truth of the force. I recall in the archives once I read a name, a Darth Revan who was said to have wielded both sides successfully before he died. If he can do it who's to say we cannot do the same and be the stronger for it. Given that I choose to learn both aspects of the force, to learn the whole if you would teach it. When we have more time of course''.

Karys nodded his head in appreciation before speaking. ''What Xendor said...about the nature of the force. I was curious as to if it is true, is he right? Is it a whole and not two halves. Is all I have known a lie? And if it is true then by definition does the force have a will of it's own and in what way does the force influence us in this manner. Does it take sides.''

Karys closed his eyes briefly as he recalled the events of the last few days, the feelings he had felt, how he had overcome the challenges and finally what he had learnt of himself. As Emily mentioned he had proven himself worthy of training, feelings of pride and accomplishment filled him. He had overcome the first hurdle and accomplished what he set out to do. At hearing he would not be faulted for his opinions, he was grateful. Many other sith would act differently...Quietus for one. He suspected this would be a different than the training he had experienced before, Emily seemed different to him. He looked forward to it. Perhaps even she might even be able to answer the lingering questions he had from Korriban. Much that he had known no longer held any truth to him, his mind was open to new suggestion and paths of thought. Xendor had made a big impression. ''Thank you, it seems my skill at sword making extends to sabers also master. Regardless I shall recall what I remember of my trip''. Taking a seat and a much needed drink, he relayed his story. ''When I returned to my home-world, it was not on good terms. The clans do not look kindly on failure of any sort, even if faced with a superior opponent. Thus my death at Faust's hands was seen as a sign by my rivals, most notably the Graush, they have tried to kil me in the past to strike and steal my rightful throne from me. This time they didn't need to, the task was done for them. Steal it they did as I soon found out when I returned to the ancient city of Ur, a fortress city hidden deep in the volcanic mountains...I doubt you have heard of it few outsiders have. It is a closely guarded secret. But I did not return there straight away, I set first to my task of locating the tombs as instructed, with Quietus body atop my back. As always Korriban welcomed me back with violence. I was assailed by a pack of roving Tu'kata, looking for an easy meal, one I denied them. I overcame this particular challenge with my superior fighting skills and the force at my side, I used it to break and dissect them as if cattle to a butcher. The Darkside was strong with me that moment and Korriban rewarded my faith in the dark with my finding of the first tomb. Adas tomb. I left Quietus body with my species to prepare for the Funeral Rites before I entered. I knew when I entered, I would expect ridicule...but...Adas took it to the next level. He was disgusted that I failed to best Faust and lambasted me with rhetoric. Rhetoric I all but ignored or replied in equal measure. Until eventually Adas spirit gave me a chance at redemption. I was forced to face the challenge of multiple Korriban Zombies, a massed horde of undead and then more than that. I was faced with the challenge of a ancient Tomb Guardian, a undead of stronger mind and body, willed to forever serve Adas. This particular guardian was different than others, he was clad in orbalisk armor, wielded the force and a sith sword. I was forced to use all my knowledge, all what Quietus taught me overcome him.'' Karys explained what happened and how he overcame the guardian, before continuing. ''Adas forgave me my transgression after this, allowed me a second chance and the reward of a blade emitter lens. After this I exited and prepared myself for Quietus funeral procession. Again Karys explained, only this time he detailed the funeral rites and how he had honored Quietus despite his betrayal, a fact which no doubt would shock the young woman. That despite everything he still gave him the burial he deserved. ''After the Rites I entered the tomb. I went deep inside, to where I lay the sarcophagus. It was here I felt willed to a spot, a specific spot inside. I found a power insulator therein. One more item and I would be ready to begin constructing my saber or sabers. I headed next to Xendor's tomb, but it was not to be easy. Not by any means...none had found that tomb for decades, centuries even. Korriban again rewarded me, I was urged to a spot in the valley where no tomb seemingly existed. It was there I fell. All I felt was falling, and faling, deeper and deeper until I finally found footing underground at the foot of a vast door. Millennia old. I entered, there was no there choice. Inside I felt an ancient power, a voice calling to me...whispering in my ear like the wind. At first I had no knowledge of who it was until I demanded resolution. He answered. It was...Xendor himself. He offered me a chance to change my fate, to change the direction I was headed. My path, should I overcome the tombs challenges. Curious I relented. As before the door back locked behind me and I was assailed by a horde of undead. As before the force was my ally, my shield, and my blade my sword. By the time I was done again they were but crushed bone or broken bones once more. They would bring no more challenge to anyone else. Yet this was not the only challenge. I was faced then with one more excitable to my senses. That of a giant mutated Tu'kata and two underlings of equal power. The mutated one had spikes protruding from it's hide. I yanked and pulled one of the smaller beasts, until it split in two. As another jumped at my back, I spun and stepped to the side, allowing it to bypass and become my next victim as my blade cleaved it's head. One smaller variant remained...the larger stayed back...for now. It was obviously intelligent, more so than it's kin. It was observing, waiting for a chance. The smaller charged in and as it did so did the larger. Jumping over with the force, I barely managed to escape a spike in my rib as I lobbed one off and sent it impaling into the smaller creature. This was when I had enough, I acted with all my strength. Latching onto the creatures heart, I wrenched at it. The creature howled as flesh gave way to blood and organs. Soon enough and I beheld it's heart in my hand, squashing it the creature finally submitted to my will.'' Karys explained, his voice spoke of a revelation after this. This Emily sensed was where they change had occurred within him. ''Xendor kept his promise and taught many things about myself. I found on Korriban that I am not infallible, that I am flawed but not beyond hope. Xendor's spirit taught me...many strange things. Revelations that challenged and broke all I have known since I was young. He said that the force is not two parts but one. Said it was a whole. That Light or Dark held no such divide. Both are parts of the same being, the same will. He offered the path of the Sith Marauder, and more...if I so chose that of the Sith Weapons Master. A elite path of that particular line of thought. It is something which I feel is suited to my nature, thus I accepted. If you can teach me what is needed to become as this, I will forever be in your debt. But for now I shall continue with my tale. Once free of the tombs and with all the parts I needed, I headed to the caves and found the special crystals you can feel. There I constructed my sabers before I returned to Ur to reclaim my place. When I arrived, I found the clans had gathered. Called by my rival, Karai Sadow iv-Graush whom had taken my throne in my absence and sought the clans official permission to become the sovereign ruler. My position by right of birth and noble blood. I arrived just in time to see Graush about to cement his position and officially claim his prize. One he had sought ever since we were young. All accepted me back as the rightful emperor, once I made a demonstration of my newfound power and spoke of my plans for our race. I was forgiven..offered a second chance. All accepted me, all accept one. Graush refused to bowed. The Clans looked at him in distain, he showed no respect. Rival or not I deserved respect. It was a tradition an ancient as my people, that all bow before their emperor. The blood of a noble. I was forced to act, to step towards him and make an example that all who crossed me and disobeyed our ancient laws would learn to do so was at their own peril. That he refused the Sith Order and my right to rule, even as the Clans recognized my right. He left me no choice. By the laws of my people he was punished. I outstretched my hand...and Graush clutched at his throat before life ebbed away. Finally his body submitted, slumping to a mess upon the hall's golden floor. As I said earlier an example for all who bore witness. It would send a clear signal to all dissenters. With his death I was officially crowned, my birthright returned to me. And it was after this that I felt the urge to go to Ryloth and found you. Which reminds me. I have a question I wish to ask master in relation to the force and what I learnt, if you permit it.'' Karys waited for Emily to take it all in and reply. As ever he was silent until permitted to speak.