TylerDurden

Exhausted and with a burning pain in his ribs where his Master had booted him Tyler stood to attention. He hadnt receach his pain threshold, to Tyler that meant that the pain was still pleasurable and not crippling. With the Darkside flowing through him tyler felt renewed and ready for anything. He bowed his head "I ready my master."

First things first. as Tyler had learnt form the holocron he first needed the create a crystal. the crystal was the core of the lightsaber and unlike jedi lightsabers Sith crystal were made by the sith themselves. The jedi mearly harvested their crystals from natural resources and there was nothing of themselves in the crystal. A sith must create their own crystal out of their hatred and aggression manipulting the forming crystal with their will. This was no easy task and after several dyas of meditation tyler felt himself ready. He had already begun heating up furnace and he felt that he was as read y as he was every going to be. Here goes nothing! Tyler began to focus all of his strength through the force towards the emense heat and pressure of the furnace. It was inside this heat that the crystal would form. slowly at first and trying to keep his control he grasped at the small crystal cells that had begun to form. They were tiny miniscule cells but they seemed infinately strong and almost impenetrable. When Tyler felt that his grasp on the Crystal cells was firm he let go of his control and began to let his anger, malice, hatred and contempt flow through the force towards the cells. He noticed as soon as he un leashed his anger he no longer had to concentrate so hard and foce flowed easy through his body. The tiny cells multiplied under Tylers' control and like hungry children they fed off his hatred. They begun to swell with the dark energy that drifted off Tyler in waves until it seemed these little cells were a small dark entity all of their own. It seemed that they screamed out through the force echoing all of tyler furies and frustrations as they were born in the firey chasm of the the furnace. Sweat trickled down Tylers' head and he seemed to drift into a strange trance like state as he fed his own dark energines into the crystal. At one point he felt like he was going to collapse into unconciousness but managed not to subcome to exhaustion. After hours of toils the crystal was whole, complete and filled with Tylers' own essence. On completion Tyler collapsed to the ground brething heavilt soaked with sweat but happy that he had created his very own crystal. Well that should be the hard part over.

Tyler sat in the carge hold of his Masters' ship. it took him a while to figure oout the puzzle box, but he didnt expect it to0 be easy. Several times he got frustrated at his inability to figure out the puzzle. Each time he drew on the force to focus his mind and keep him focussed on his task. Eventually he figured it out and inside was the holocron that Jareth had spoken of. He activated the holocron and a holographic represntation of an ancient sith lord long since dead appered to him. The holocron began to give detailed information about the intricacies of sith lightsaber construction. Tyler listened to the holocrons' learning several times trying to fulling absorb all of the complicated information. For several days Tyler meditated perparing himself menatlly for the important task ahead of him. He himself was surprised by the mental discipline he had gained since his training had begun. The old Tyler would not have had the patience or skill for such a task. When he emerged form his meditative state Tyler felt ready and eager to begin. He powered up the furnace and began to ready the conponents he would need to create his very own lightsaber.

Tyler bowed respectfully infront of his Master. "I have not felt or seen any other sith on this world. The Noghri are grateful for their new home and more than willing to work. I tried to take on board the lessons you have taught me. I now understand the value of subtlety." Tyler felt a chill run down his spine and looked off into the distance to see a strom brewing. Lighting crackled, Tyler could tell that it was not natural. "Master I have a presence here. Not a sith, but a dark presence none the less. It's coming from that direction." Tyler pointed towards the lightning. Perhaps they could become our allies? His thoughts were not guarded and Tyler welcomed his Master to hear them.

Tyler landed the shuttle and let the Noghri see there new home. As he opened the hanger bay the alien slaves gasped at the beauty. Tyler too was impressed by it. He could definately think of worse places to be. He had heard rumours about the Nightsisters of Dathomir and their Rancors. But at the moment the place looked serene and inviting. The Noghri set up some prehab hutts and tents that Tyler had brought. They all seemed completely amazed and could not stop professing their gratefulness to Tyler. I could definately get used to this....My own little army. After a hard days work Tyler sat down in the sun and relaxed. He did however keep his comm open for any transmissions from either Whyl or Jareth.

Tylers' shuttled headed to Dathomir while the Maruader returned to Whyl.

A Marauder and a large transport shuttle head towards Honoghr.

Fighting down the urge to vomit Tyler waited for his master to return and give him further instructions. As the rage began to cool his mind cleared and he was utterly sickened by what he had just eaten. He was used to ripping up his enemies but not devouring their flesh. He wondered if he might have somehow damaged his insides. But he came to the conclusion that his master wouldnt do anything to permanently damage him. Where is Jareth anyway? Tyler wondered why his master had not stayed to make sure that he actually ate the creature. But then he realised that his master would easily tell if he lied about it and he didnt really need to watch. Perhaps it was simply a task that one was to perform alone.

Tyler gulped and strared in amazement as his master left the room. He slowly got up from his seat and approached the box. His footsteps echoed in his ears and the small walk seemed imeasurabley long. Stopping at the box he peered inside. The apprentice emediatley drew back covring his mouth and nose closing his eyes tightly. The stench was over powering and Tyler had to fight to stop himself from throwing up. Tyler was utterly shocked. He thoght the hospitality may have been to hide some sinister motive but this....This was truely revolting. Mentaly preparing himself Tyler looked into the box again. He inspected the festering mass wondering what damage consuming such a creature would do to his insides. He reached in and pulled the mangled beast out of its box. With his eyes closed he held it in his hands as he pondered how he would get his head around this task. The only way he could possibly eat such a things was to block it out of his mind....Or perhaps there was another way. Tyler thought of the one man he hated more than anything else. Putrid, vile, foul tasting. The person was like this beast in many ways. Tyler imagined his father in the place of this ceature. He began to smash his fist into it with an uncontrolable rage. He smashed and ruined the corpse into an unrecognisable pulp and then he devoured. He imagined he was devouring his ememy, he imagined he was devoured his soul and in his mind it made him feel strong. After some time all that was left of the discgusting animal was a small blood stain around Tylers' mouth.

Tyler joined his Master at the dinner table. He had filled his plate high with everything that was on offer. He couldnt remember the last time hed eaten a proper meal. He sat next to his master and quietly gulped down his food. It was surprising to find such hospitality. Perhpas this was the calm before the storm and Tyler was mearly being lulled into a false sense of security before his next demanding trial.

Tyler was glad that he was away from Ahirman. For some reason the man disliked Tyler and couldnt hide his feeling. This infuriated Tyler as he hated to be fighting against somebody who was on his own side. He contained his anger for him however, he did not see the other apprentice as a rival. Tyler would keep his anger for the true enemy...Whoever that may be. In his small quarters Tyler got some rest and pondered the events that had taken place during his excursion to Falleen. After resting Tyler got up, washed and prepared to return to his master. He realised that he no clothes to change into so put on his old vest taht he had been wearing for some time. It had become threadbare and hadf several rips. He needed something more befitting of a Sith.... All in good time. He thought to himself. Tyler headed back to Jareth and bowed his head. "I am ready and wait your command."

Two large thuggish looking Trandosian security guards approached Tyler. Stun batons were clenched betwwen their scaly fists and fearsome snarls crossed their ugly, green faces. What the hell?! Tyler thought incredulously. Tyler knew that he cloud take down down the two guards, but ensuing bloodbath would attact far too much attention. This was the place for subtlety. These guards couldnt be much a mental challenge against the power of the darkside. Tyler would penetrate their feeble minds and send them on their way. After all, to the naked eye Tyler had done nothing wrong. So why where these guards approaching him? Someone must have told them he was a Sith. Who might that be? grinned inwardly to himself, he knew exactly who would do such a thing. As the guards approached Tyler he sent tenrils of drak energy into their already suggestive minds pushing them every slightly towards accepting his words when he spoke. "You've got the worng man." Tyler said his voice hoarse and cold." Go check your security tapes, Ive done nothing..." The trandosians cratched their bald scalps with their clawed hands in puzzelment. By this point they couldnt even remember why theyd ben after Tyler, the image they had in their head was that of a completely different man. They walked away wondering what they had been doing in the first place. Tyler smiled at his master. "I think I could get the hang of this subtlety thing." He shook Ritt's hand. "Tyler Durden." He said. " A pleasure to have you on board." With that5 he turned back to Jareth. "Master, I wouldnt like to stay here too much longer. Something is defiantely up."

Tyler looked at all the people he had to choose from...He opened his mind and began to pry into their thoughts looking for someone susceptible. Ahh you will do! Tyler thought looking at timid Bith male who was about to fold. The man had a bad hand and didnt want to loose his money. From what Tyler could gather it was all the money he had. He pushed further into the alien mans' mind. It was his vacation, he didnt earn much money but he liked to gamble. He was definately a causcious and hesitant character.... Perfect! Tyler pushed the weak minded Alien making him think that he had the perfect hand and that there was nothing he could loose. Tyler sat abck and watched the man loose every penny he owned. So thats how it ruin feels. He thought as he felt the mans mind reeling with despair.

Tyler smiled at his master. "These people are driven by greed pure and simple. It makes them foolish and impressionable. Their desire to win makes them disregard reason." Tyler reached out feeling their minds through the force. Winners elated, losers furious and many more still playing anxiously sitting on the edge of either. Tyler had seen how his master could affect someones mind. It was an impressive skill, one he hoped to master some day. This would be an ideal place to try it out...But where to start. "Should I try master?" He waited for Jareth's approval before he began playing with anyones mind. _________________

OCC: Tyler didnt speak out of turn, they were private thoughts within his head to mearly convay his curiousity and were not meant to be a force message to anyones mind or spoken aloud. IC: Tyler left the group and headed over to the casino in search of his master. When he found him he stood silently by his side waiting for his next orders.