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  1. Days had passed since Exodus questioned Neo's loyalty, and yet, here he sat, perched upon the Castle's top as he gazed out across Onderon. Below him were the Forja Sitmyr, as well as Skoll and Hati, patiently awaiting his return as he gathered himself and focused his mind. He knew why Exodus had questioned him, and in part, he understood it. But the blood that boiled within him refused to be questioned. It was as if his mind and body were torn upon its realization. But as his comm sounded and his orders were recieved, Neo simply smiled. Exodus wanted an answer and now was Neo's chance to reveal it. Standing, Neo pulled upon the Force around him like wind to a hawk's feathers and fell forward toward the Forja Sitmyr. And as he landed, the ground seemed to ripple and roll beneath their feet upon his impact, the Sith Master standing upward with a new sense of pride. He smiled. It wouldn't take long for he and his kin to gather aboard the transport that had brought them to Onderon nor for it to reach the Black Scarab. But this journey was different. Neo had something to prove to his brother. He needed to show Exodus why his loyalty should never be questioned again.
  2. Neo remained kneeling as Exodus spoke, his words and strife in Neo understandable to say the least. But Neo had lived a life much more different, and yet the same, as Exodus did. Where Darth held honor and prestige for Exodus, it held disdain and corruption for Neo. From his tutelage under Nurgle to his defeat at Kuat, it had became a badge of treachery and civil war for him. "Forgive me brother, but the title of Darth leaves nothing but a sour taste in my mouth." Neo speaks as his brother, his King makes his way toward him. "Since you revealed the true purpose of the Alcazarins, I have done nothing but want to rid myself of everything from those days." And so Neo had, from collapsing the fortress on Almas to forging a new path among the Massassi, he wouldn't stop until everything that remained of the Alcazarin was gone. He would see its existance wiped from the Galaxy forever. "My defeat at Kuat was unexpected. But I held no knowledge that the Exorcists of old still remained. But such was the weakness of Oni, of the disease that plagued me, more beast than sentient." Neo spoke in return, not offering up excuses, but the truth of what happened. Oni had only ever been a hindrance, a nuisance. Neo was glad to finally be rid of the beast. Even more so when Exodus' threat came across his ears. "If that day comes, I will end myself for you. For my loyalty lies with the Sith, even if it means ending you in the same manner." Neo let his gaze settle upon Exodus' own, piercing the mask that hid his visage with subtle conviction as he made perfectly clear his loyalty. Exodus was a great King, a great Dark Lord. But should he ever falter or show weakness, much like upon himself, he will end the life willingly. Exodus would have no reason to doubt. "If you need proof, brother, you have but to ask."
  3. Darkness.... it was a symphony that Neo had been familiar with for too long, especially during his time as Darth Oni. But Oni was more beast than man, and was therefore nothing more than a wasted talent. No, the being that stood before Exodus was the man behind the beast, the puppet master upon which Oni had drawn upon to achieve his sentience. But now Neo was free of the parasite, unchained and unbound, able to forge his own path. And he had already began to walk it. "I have cast aside the foul name of Darth." Neo spoke as the shadows around him danced within the dimly lit room, each flicker of flame a symbiotic glow upon the shadows that clung around it, aching to snuff it out. As Neo knelt before his brother, his gaze never wavered from the visage before nor did the smile cease, Skoll and Hati sniffing the air behind him a mere minor detail. "I go by the name I was given at birth, Neo Krell. There was no need for any explaination, nor was one given as Neo remained knelt. His convictions remained the same just as did his power, the static of electricity that resonated across his form in small numbing jolts as Neo pulled the Force inward into his form speaking volumes alone. No, Neo Krell was a soldier of the Sith, a Master of the Force. There was nothing that needed to be said. Not even of Oni's defeat and cleansing at the hands of the Imperial Exorcist at Kuat. It was a loss, and one Oni had paid for with his existence. Even as the fur that dressed the innards of his robes rose and clung to his form, Exodus would see the true Master before him, the man that resided within the beast, the one who held the truest control over the spirit. In a singular sentence, Neo voice only one concern. "What lays ahead brother?"
  4. Neo only nodded his head as the sentry acknowledged him, raising his hand once more for the Forja Sitmyr to remain above as he descended into the depths of the spire, only Skoll and Hati allowed to follow him within. As the three departed, the rows of Massassi would remain in formation, their Tuk'ata hounds bound to them as they stood in obedient silence. The trek into the underworld of the Dark King's labyrinth reminded the Sith of his roots, delved so deeply into the darkness that only the light of fire illuminated its reach. And the great Spire's reach delved as deep into Onderon as did it to the heavens above. Yet, now Neo walked it's great length alone, surrounded only the faithful companions he had forged in Hati, a black Tuk'ata with crimson eyes, and Skoll, a white Tuk'ata with azure eyes. As for Neo, his silver hair only emphasized the brown void of his own playful nature as he descended the depths, its flow upon the wind only mocking the flow of the Force as it vortexed the Spire. "Exodus..." Neo spoke, a youthful but drawn voice etched out as he appeared before the chosen Sith'ari. His gaze shifted about, noticing the training room the two stood in, a training room built for Assassins, a smirk still adorning his face. He suspected that his new, or rather original, look may require a retake upon first glance, but the powerful presence that emanated from him was obliviously familiar. Even if Exodus didnt know the face, he would know the presence. Raising his hand, Skoll and Hati sat, each one taking up posts at the opposing door frames as Neo stepped into the room before his only true brethren still remaining, both students of the same Master. "Its been awhile brother."
  5. The roar of the ship's frame groaned as it settled within its confines, alerting Neo from his meditations that they had arrived. Peering from behind one opened eye, Neo's brown gaze fell upon Skoll and Hati whom had taken up residence around their Master. With a brush of his gloved hand against their fur, they rose and allowed Neo to rise himself as they drew toward the chamber's door. Onderon awaited his return and those in which he had brought with him. Much seemed to have changed since he was last here, the darkness of his kinsmen seeping into the planet's very core as he made his way toward the ship's center and ramp, its power flowing upon the very breeze that slipped in as the ramp was lowered, revealing the rain that poured down upon Iziz's surface. Pulling the cloak over his head, Neo departed, the Forja Sitmyr following. Where the being once known as the Demon of the Sith once strolled, now a different kind of beast now walked amongst the streets of Iziz with three rows of two Massassi at his back, their Tuk'ata held back only by chain and strength as the hounds snarled and gaped at onlookers as Skoll and Hati walked beside their Master in obedient silence. Past the Palace where he and Camik once trained, past the gardens where he recieved Darkfire's Holocron, Neo walked, distant memories of a dead disease now washing away with the rain. Neo only stopped briefly to gaze toward the Dragon's Gate where he felt his old friend perish before a familiar presence crept down his spine and drew his attention toward the large dark spire looming in the distance. He smirked as he turned toward it, uttering only a handful of words to himself. "The Dark King certainly retains his own sense of style." With each step that was taken, the puddled darkness splashing beneath his own presence, Neo watched as the Spire grew in its enormous size, a beacon of the Spider's reach toward the heavens an ever reminder. As he made his final approach toward it's darkened doors, the sentries station outside stopped Neo in his tracks. The red skinned Massassi behind Neo grew uneased at such an insult, but Neo simply raised his hands and removed the hood of his cloak to reveal the braided silver locks and stern brown gaze before placing his hands upon Skoll and Hati whom sat at his command. A smirk still gracing his face, Neo shifted his gaze toward the Spire's top before returning it to the Sentries before him. "Inform the Dark King that the Demon of the Sith is dead, and that the true Sith Master has returned." And with that, Neo awaited his King's call.
  6. Sith X

    Korriban

    It had been months since the battle of Kuat when the infamous Sith Master known as Darth Oni suffered his defeat at the hands of the Imperial Exorcist Kyrie and his gaze fell upon the child of Darkfire as his blade pierced the beast's heart. Gazing out into the wasteland, Neo's braided silver hair flowed upon the breeze as he gazed off into the distance toward the Academy. Oni died that day, releasing Neo from the demon within and allowed his soul to finally find freedom. But with that freedom, Neo found weakness within himself, and in his pursuit to correct it, found his own path to forge. And forge it, he had. As the former Assassin rose from his perch, the twin Tuk'ata rose with their Master as he headed back to camp. Too long had he been gone, and now the dawn of Neo Krell crested upon the horizon. It had been nearly two months since Neo left behind Darkfire's Dojo on Mechis III, three months since he buried Oni, his life as an Alcazarin, and set out upon this journey. But now he grew ready to return to Onderon, to the fold of his brethren, and take his rightful place as a true Sith Master. Griping his gloved fist tightly, the air around it sparkled with electrical static as his excitement grew. It had been a long journey, but now it was coming to an end. His gaze shifted toward the twin shoto-sabers he held within his gripped fist as he unclinched it, and began his trek back toward the Massassi Camp he had called home since his return to Korriban, the twin Tuk'ata in tow. As he walked, his mind recalled what happened since he left the Dojo behind along with the Oni-bot that his Master had forged for him, riding himself of all that his Oni persona had stood for. And since arriving on Korriban, Neo has defined himself extravagantly. His strength and knowledge of Natura Kevn had grown immensely, earning him a place of power over the Forja Sitmyr, a clan of Massassi whom have bred and trained the Tuk'ata of the Tombs over hundreds of millennia. And though his appearence still mimicked that of a beast similar to Darth Oni, his leathered robes lined with fur and Massassi Runes embroidered upon it, his eyes spoke of the intellectual warrior that resided within as his gaze shifted upon the camp when his visage came into sight of his newfound kinsmen below. As Neo's mouth opened, a roar erupted that echoed through-out the crevassed canyon, the Massassi below standing as their heir apparent returned, their voices raising to greet his howl. With a smirk upon his face, Neo lept from the cliff into the camp below and walked to its center. With a prideful boast within his heart, Neo spoke. "It is time Forja Sitmyr. Onderon awaits us. Exodus awaits us." With that spoken, Neo bearded the ship he had prepared, the twins Skoll and Hati in tow, as well as a guard of six of the Forja Sitmyr Massassi and their Tuk'ata companions. Within moments, they exited Korriban's atmosphere and entered hyperspace.
  7. Time was but a fickle thing among the the grandest of schemes, only an envitable passing moment as it pushed forever forward. After Rihn had departed in the same manner he had approached, Neo turned to his own devices. He felt he was on to something, felt he had found a calling all of his own among his brethren, and he set forth to conquer the task that laid before him. Whether or not this was the calling that Rivan had spoke of was of very little importance to the Sith Master. With the taint of Oni behind him, he knew he needed to redefine himself, to secure not only his rightful place among his brethren, but to ensure his own free will. Rihn had held one thing right. Neo had far too long been a puppet of others. Asking the droids within the Darkfire Dojo to arrange a training room specified to his needs, Neo took his time in preparations. He spent many hours focusing his discoveries and honing his returned touch to the Force as hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. Neo admitted to himself in silence that Darth Oni had been powerful, but he was wild and untamed, a true demon of the darkside. But despite being the same person, the two personas were not compatible. Neo had always been refined, focused, and intellectual. Oni was no more than a beast. This was what pushed Neo to disappear and retrain himself. But now that a month has nearly passed since he came to Mechis III, Neo's progress had began to bare its devastating fruit. Despite the numerous debris of destruction that required the constant fixings by the poor droids due to the untamed nature of the power that Neo sought to refine, Neo was upon the threshold of complete control. As Neo sparred with his faithful droid companion, he noticed his application of the Force to his own form was not only able to reinforce the once fragile bones that laid beneath his fleshed skin, but he could control when and where he wished to reinforce his form upon mere thought. Even as the droid brought down his massive fist upon the Sith Master, Neo was able to not only hold against its strength and counter with his own blow, but the Force radiated from its focal points, allowing him to guide his will from any extremity he chose to as he pushed back against the stronger droid and spun his heel around, releasing a wave of kinetic energy that sent the droid tumbling backwards. "Enough" Neo spoke, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his face. "Thank you for the spar old friend. But I think it's time that I rest for the evening. Unlike yourself, I require substance. We'll meet back here in the morning. But Neo held other plans. It was almost time for the next stages of his eventual return.
  8. Sith X

    Tatooine

    ((Legal Double Post)) An highly encrypted comm originating from Mechis III would reach its destination after finally bouncing from one end of the Galaxy to the other numerous times. It simple read:
  9. "Peace is a lie, but only in the outside world. This much is true. But peace with one's self isn't. This is where the Jedi gathered truth to their mantra. If once can find harmony with whom they truly are, then one can find a peace of mind, a inner peace." Neo spats at his old friend, disgusted by his newer appearance, the persona of another old friend he once called brother. Had he not been Rihn, Neo would have surely lost his temper and drug the beast from the netherworld simply to send him back. But no, Haphaestus was dead, as was Nurgle and the others. But should they ever return and reveal themselves, Neo would stand at the ready for their lofty betrayals. As his friend voices his true motives, Neo mods, grabbing a datapad to record the message before walking back into the other room. Using Aryian's encryptive computer, it wouldn't be hard to deliver the message as Rihn had asked. Encryption was beyond military decryption for the most part, and was only decrypted once it was delivered to the right destination. Reaching down he hooked up the datapad, entered the channel, and off it went, bouncing from here, to the coreworlds, to the unknown regions, and back again until it finally settled where it was meant to be. Returning to Rihn, Neo spoke. "It is done friend. And I thank you for your attempt to persuade me. But my path is my own now and so should yours be your own as well. But should you ever truly need me, you have but to ask... unless it goes against my own. Then it would not be advisable."
  10. Neo sighed as the bacta wrap began to numb his hand, the aching pain disappearing as bone and cartilage was being tended to. It would be a slow process until his hand was worth using again, so Neo grabbed a nearby piece of cloth and fashioned a makeshift sling to hold it properly in place while the bacta did its job. There were some truth to Rihn's words, but the fool still could not see the truth in Neo's. Turning around Neo sat down. "Rihn. Yes. Peace is a lie. Yes, we find the best in ourselves during conflict and how we act accordingly. This is why I am Sith and not Jedi. I will not be bound by a code that I do not fully believe in. Nor is the Sith Mantra any better. Two philosophies meant to guide two orders to forever parallel one another. Have you ever wondered why the two mimick each other on the opposite spectrums? It's because they represent the opposites of each other. But I found a different path, one that will lead me to my true destiny, to guide me in discovering my own power, my own Mantra." Neo's gaze adverted toward Rihn, his gaze staring deep into the transparent void of his old friends' own. "Do you wish to hear it? No? Well I'll tell it to you anyways. It's not like your going to leave me alone anyways." Neo chuckles at his own last comment. "Through emotions, I gain Power.... Through Knowledge, I gain Strength.... Through Harmony, I gain Peace... Through Will, I am free.... I am the Force, and the Force is me." With that said, Neo stood and turned toward the Oni-bot as he closed his eyes and began to focus. Slowly the Force around him began to circulate, swirling to his neck and call as it began to gather around his one good hand. Slowing his breathing and tempering his mind, Neo began to draw more upon the Force as it began to stabilize and coat his hand in a nearly transparent gauntlet of energy, the power within pulsating with kenectic energy. Neo took an offensive stance, the Oni-bot preparing himself as well, and with one swift motion, Neo threw his fist forward into the chest of the Oni-bot just like before. Yet, this time, the bot went flying backwards as the focused energy released its self upon the droids form and flowed forth with it. Neo turned toward Rihn once more as the Oni-bot took to his feet through the crumbling stone of the wall he was slung into, actually impressed. "Now do you understand old friend? Reaper Grimm is dead, as is Darth Oni. The man before you is Neo Krell, the true persona of who I am, of who I was before Necropolis. Now I am truly free."
  11. "Avenge you?" Neo questions, the anger within beginning to boil again. "Avenge how Rihn? Other ghosts? Those who slew you, slew our clan, our purpose... they are all dead, just like you. I alone am the sole survivor, carrying your memory upon my shoulders. Only now, I am a man of my own, of my choosing, free of the chains that once bound me." As he spoke, his hands began to crackle with static electricity, the hairs upon his arms standing as the charge began to grow and collect, the crackling of electrical discharge roaming across his now balled fist, causing him to become surprised. Shaking his hands, he sighed, releasing his anger as his gaze met Rihn's. "I know the mantra well, and I know the lies that hide within it. Which is why I walk by my own code now. I am an outcast even among the Sith, but only by my choice. I chose the walk this path alone, to understand not only the dark, but the whole as it is. And that is why I stand here, within the very dojo that was built to understand the Force itself. The Jedi fear emotion because it can lead toward darker emotions, and the Sith fear harmony because it calms the very emotions that drive them. But here, in the realm of the between, true power can be found. I've shed my darkness, yet I understood its necessity. Just as an old friend whom built this place once understood that to truly be whole was to accept all of yourself. This is the path I now walk toward, to grasp within myself, and to understand. Now watch me become who I truly am Rihn." Watching Rihn disappear as quickly as he had shown, Neo walks toward the other room where the Oni-bot waited with the bacta wrap. Applying it, a new glare formed within the Sith's eyes, a new determination. He was beginning to understand what his future held in store. Soon his hand would be healed, and he had an idea to test out thanks to his show of temper.
  12. A hysterical laughter erupted from Neo as he stood there gazing at his old friend, the audacity of his claims only fueling the anger the crept up through his mind and boiled the blood within his veins. Ryu? Neo had never even met the man behind the name, let alone, knew of any plans he held for Rihn and the others. No. Their demise would not he put upon his shoulders. Calming himself, Neo spoke, the fire of his anger flickering in his eyes. "You are wise to assume to your own fault in this old friend. When you and the others fell, I was but a mere Apprentice still undergoing my training under the former Chaos God Nurgle. I had yet to even know the name Kakuto Ryu, let alone any of his plans." Neo sighed, his anger slowly slipping away as did his gaze, remembering back to the days of yesteryear. "Such was the Sith in those days, unstructured with no bounds, lost in their own destruction. Even with a DarkLord to lead them, there was no leadership. Each was left to their own devices. I did not even met another of the Order until after my Lording. Then I heard of your destruction at his hands, but by then it was too late. So I joined Nurgle and his Alcazarins to make up for my absence, found my place among them in their plans to help restructure and strengthen the Sith under Lady Dominique. But even that was a lie, their own motives to place themselves into power." Turning his gaze to Rihn, Neo's eyes shown a hint of sorrow, a pain that he rarely showed, masked behind the eyes of a veteran warrior who had seen too much to speak. "I do wish I could have been there, been able to warn you or save you. But I truly did not know. And you're right. I have hid myself away. But not in fear or in self pity. No. I hid myself away to breath, to regather myself, and to prepare for my next move. I do plan to take my rightful place, my place as a Sith Master. Under Exodus, the Sith will truly rise to a glory yet to be seen and I will aim it there with these very hands." Neo chuckled, holding up his broken hand along side the other as his jovial mood returned. There was conviction replacing the sadness now, and strength replacing the sorrow. "There is a reason I was born with two. Haunt me if you wish Rihn, but it is because of you that this path is laid before me. Just as much as it your doing that I will follow it through. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have training to do." And with that, Neo left the room, more determined than ever before.
  13. Hearing a familiar voice echo across what felt like the cosmos, Neo would have jumped had he not felt its presence begin to materialize. A hint of sadness entered his mind as he remembered it so well, yet knowing it had been so long since he last felt it. And the words it spoke, words of taunts and anger. Neo felt almost sorrowful for it. Without adverting his gaze toward the creature, he spoke, the hint of sadness in his voice. "You may be correct old friend. But Reaper Grimm is as dead as you and the others are, and yet I remain, even in my weakened state. So what does this say about you?" Neo stands, still not meeting the gaze of Rihn as he paces over toward a nearby locker, reaching in and grabbing a hand wrap as he listens to the Gurlanin continue his taunts, finding some truth to his words. Oni had been a part of Neo, the power within himself. But it was false power, power that he had leached on for far too long. Now he was free of it, and he needed to find his own true power within. Ghosts of the past or not, Neo would not be persuaded otherwise. "I infiltrated the Sith just as you asked. I rose through the ranks just as you asked. But word never came. Only that of your destruction not longer after you sent me on that mission. So I found comradery in those that had taken me in. And do you know what I found? Treachery. Each and everyone gunning for the throne and each successful attempt only a delayed inevitablility, even among those I chose to once again call brethren." Neo chose now to look toward the transparent figure standing before him, his eyes glowing with the anger he felt within his own self toward Rihn and the mission he gave so long ago, a smirk crossing his own face. "So I became Sith and it became me."
  14. Neo shot up out bed almost instantly, sweat pouring from his form as he began to question the dream's meaning, his breath slightly panicked. What did they mean? Our power as one with our bodies? Neo always hated cryptic messages. Why was it with the Force that everything had to be in riddles? Why could they never simply spell it out for you. Even as a Sith Master, he held no clue as to the meaning behind it. Catching his breath, he headed to the refresher. Once that was done, Neo put on some clothes the droids here had managed to gather for him, mainly a darkened vest, brown trousers, and black combat boots. The vest its self was sturdy and solid, mimicking a military training vest with slots for armor plating hid underneath. And the brown trousers were similar to the vest, military issue with slots for plates as upon the thigh and shin. But the boots themselves were basic rough terrain boots, or so they seemed at the time he first laced them up. Unbeknownst to Neo at the time, but they were modified with magnetic locking capabilities for maintenance on the temple's outer areas, likely designed for Aryian Darkfire or his students should the need for them ever present its self. Rising from the side of the bed, Neo made his way toward the training area he noticed during his previous visits. It was a small room, one of a few Aryian had designed for solo training with his pupils. So Neo thought it best this would be suit his needs. But first, Neo needed to test himself, test to see how much of his skill he had lost when Oni had been caste from his soul. Quieting his thoughts, Neo delves within himself, his thoughts searching his soul not only for any remnants of the Necrocorrhosis, but of his own capabilities. It seemed simple enough, at least for an onlooker, as Neo reached out and began levitating as many items as he possibly could, including a droid that managed to happen by. So the basics of his training under Nurgle remained, just as he thought. But did the rest remain? That was the true question. He could not stand before Exodus a lesser, not after ridding himself of the darkness that was Oni. Rising up, Neo let the Force flow around him, it's current guiding his mind as well as his hands as he reached out and beckoned the Oni-bot. As the Oni bot came into the room, Neo nodded, his gaze saying all without uttering a single word. Now would be the moment of truth, as Neo faced the machine built to mimic his own visage. Letting the Force flow beneath him, Neo took off toward his opponent, no longer a blur upon the wind, but still as quick as speeder. Raising his fist into the air, Neo struck at the Oni-bot, his bare hand connecting hard enough to dent the armor, and hard enough to shatter his hand. Perhaps his choice in opponents was not the best choice to have chosen. Reeling in pain, Neo cursed, all the while the Oni-bot went to find a bacta wrap so that Neo's hand would find healing in a day or two.
  15. Sith X

    Tatooine

    Long had the bodies that took up arms against the Greater Krayt Dragon been gone, possibly turned to dust or entombed by the Dune Sea of Tatooine. Yet there was a beacon of hope for young Camik, buried not too far from where he searched. Beneath the constantly drifting sands was buried a probe droid, its powercell destroyed when a blaster grazed its form and it eventually leaked out and deactivated it into a seemingly endless sleep. This droid would lead to a ship belonging to Atlas Dark, also known as Canderous Bralor, and through the ships computers, Canderous Bralor could be located. It would only take a little ingenuity and patience to travel this path that Neo had set Camik upon, Canderous only one more world away.
  16. Days had passed since Neo had arrived upon Mechis III, here to Aryian's Dojo, and began his investigation into anything having to deal with the term that the spirit in Chaos had spoken of. Neo Krell, Last BattleLord? He had heard the term before, but couldn't quite place it. And what knowledge the Dojo archives held on them spoke very little, mostly upon a ritual involving subordinates marching in the blood of a near dead Master. But this was not Neo's way. Never would the magics of the darker Sith be something he would ever transgress. "Unless...." Neo had been looking in the wrong place. He had assumed that because it was Rivan whom had called him that, that it had to do with Sith Lore. But no, it held nothing to do with the Sith at all, nor the Alcazarins in which were created from the term under Nurgle/Dominus' tutelage. In fact, the only info Aryian had gathered of the Alcazarins were of what Neo had provided years earlier. Instead, Neo searches for the term that Rivan had spoken, Lord of Battle, and that is where he found what he had been searching for. And it tied in perfectly. From his childhood, through his slavery, into his days as a Bounty Hunter and through his life as a Sith. He was Battleborn. Battleborn were sentients whom spent their lives not only in servitude and in war, but were immensely loyal and dedicated to their leaders. They were born for it, reveled in it despite their own philosophies and personas, and they thrived from it, simply to engage another in battle. They cared little for title or stature, only if it meant to further their hunt for battle. And even as Neo read on, he could feel his heart burn with excitement, the passion within him boiling at the simplest thought of what he was reading. To be Battleborn was to live and die by its creed, such as he had done his entire life. Only in his time as a Sith Master, away from the battlefield, did he stray from himself, losing himself to drink and depression. And now he knew. Such a realization was devastating, yet, freeing at the same time. But that was all that was known of the Battleborns in Aryian's archives, leaving more questions in Neo's mind than answers. Why did Rivan turn him to this place if so little was known? Why did he call him the last of the Lords of Battle if this was all he would find? Neo's excitement was beginning to wear off and his head was beginning to hurt from looking down at the viewscreen for the past few days. He needed sleep. Thankfully the droids here had be adamant about his nourishment, likely due to their own realization that Aryian would never return. Grabbing the sandwich which laid beside him upon the console, Neo headed toward his quarters. Perhaps a good nights rest and some morning meditation would make sense of what he had found.
  17. A rare class of Sentience, those who are labeled Battleborn are natural born Warriors and Guardians whom live and strive for battle no matter their alignment. They're known to always follow the warrior's path, not seeing friend nor foe, but only rivals in those they face in combat, a sense of respect and acknowledgement toward those whom stand to face them. Due to their immense loyalty to their cause despite their differences in philosophy, they have no interest in raising their stature. Instead, for the betterment of the perspective Orders, the title of Battleborn is meant for those whom rebuke titles and status, rather becoming assassins and warriors solely for their Order as soldiers. Jedi Guardians and Sith Warriors are usually known to evolve into Battleborns, though it's not unheard of in those who do not have weild the Force.
  18. Sith X

    Tatooine

    The bartenders face went ghostly white as Camik poised his questions, his lower jaw beginning to shake in a slow drawn out stutter as he grasped for words to speak. Canderous Bralor, former Mandalore and Black Sun member. "H-h-how'd you hear that name? The barkeep finally managed to get out, his gaze shifting down in realization. That name hadn't been spoken here upon the Dunes in over a decade, the man now known solely as Atlas Dark, Bounty Hunter. Or was, as far as he knew. But Canderous had shed that false identity here upon this very planet just a few weeks ago after setting out with the Mandalorian, Rose, and her compatriot, a member of the Sand People known solely as Rru. But that was weeks ago, and no one had seen him since. In fact, his old friend the barkeep, was beginning to worry a bit himself. But why had Camik came seeking him of all people, the Dar'Manda known as Canderous Bralor, last of Clan Bralor. This was indeed a strange turn of events. "It doesnt matter. His corpse is likely buried beneath the Dunes far to the south near the old Armegedon Homestead. Some of the neighboring homesteaders came across the corpse of a Greater Krayt Dragon about a week back in that area." The barkeep spoke as he raised his eyes to meet the Cathar's, a hint of sadness within them as he poured his own glass and downed it quickly before slamming it down upon the bar upside down. "Werent no bodies found, but given the size of the dragon, it's unlikely even he survived. Looks like you came all this way for nothing." Yet, why would Neo send Camik all this way for a man believed to be dead? Surely he wouldn't, as he would know. Perhaps Neo knew something that Anders did not. Camik would likely need to see this battleground himself, open himself up to the Force that flowed through the area, open his mind to the echoes that remained during its aftermath. Leaving Camik to himself and his thoughts, Anders walked away to fill another patron's mug. Could Canderous have survived a tussle with a beast such as a Greater Krayt Dragon? Camik would need to find out for himself.
  19. As the Shadowfalcon exited hyperspace above Mechis III, transponder codes were transmitted abruptly to signal the arrival of a 'friendly' toward the planet below, a mundane task to say the least, but even Neo knew that he held no chance should the planet decide to activate and defend its self. Having been here once before many years ago, he only hoped that his ship's transponder codes would be quickly recognized and he would be allowed safe passage toward the Dojo below. A moment of silence fell upon the former Alcazarin and the atmosphere of his ship as he awaited confirmation, and what felt like an eternity eventually came to an end. Given clearance, Neo landed his ship atop the cliffside upon one of the landing pads with a soft thump as the TIE/D's wings set themselves upon the durasteel plated surface and the engines began to die down. Grabbing a rebreather, he exited the ship, being met by a somewhat familiar face as a name he had not heard in years was spoken. "Welcome Master.... Chisum? Turning to face the droid that had welcomed him so long ago when he first crashed landed upon Mechis, the droid spoke with confusion. "You look different, yet, I can tell it's you. Might I inquire what this is about? Master Darkfire isn't here at the moment and we haven't seen you in quite some time." A hint of sadness fell within his heart as the droid's words brought hin back to Onderon, to the presence he felt grow extinguished in the distance, and his gaze shifted away for a moment. "So news of Aryian's death hasn't reached here yet? Neo questioned, the lump in his throat subsiding as the droid realized what he meant. "He died upon Onderon only a few weeks ago. I'm sorry." Neo spoke, his gaze shifting about as his slivered hair twisted in the turbulent winds before settling upon the droid, shared pain in his eyes. "I've come to request permission to use the Dojo for only a brief amount of time as I regain myself..." Neo's gaze shifted toward the Oni-bot that stood beside him. "And in return, my friend here is offering to remain and help aid you should you need him." The droid, having remained quiet for some time, finally spoke, ushering both of them inside at least for a pot of tea while his circuits processed what he had informed him of, to which Neo nodded, and followed him inside the Dojo without question. It wasn't until they were on the lift down into the Dojo that the droid finally asked what had happened. It was a hard answer to provide, especially considering that Neo had only been a few clicks away when it all went down. Even now, he pondered on whether he should have acted or let it happen as it did. With a humbled sigh, Neo finally spoke as the lift stopped and the three stepped out into the large entrance of the Dojo. "I believe it was Aryian's wish in all honesty." Neo spoke, his voice speaking a hopeful truth. "But I can not fully say. I have only recently returned to the Sith Order and was on Onderon when I became aware of his presence shortly before i felt his death with the current Dark Lord present at what i can only believe was Aryian's execution. As much as I wanted to act in his defence, I could only feel the urge to remain away." Neo sighed briefly, his gaze shifting toward the pillar he had sat beside during his first visit here. "Shortly after, I received a mysterious package containing a holocron that emitnated with his presence, sorely addressed to another, but still managing to find me. I can only assume this was not by chance." The droid perked up briefly. "You have it?" He questioned, Neo's head hanging low as he shook it in discontent. "Unfortunately, no. I was killed a few days ago at Kuat during a battle with the Imperial Remnant, hence my different appearence. I lost to an Exorcist who managed to somehow cleanse me of the disease I was plagued with during my last visit, which is the reason i stand before you now. The Force has willed me here." The droid bowed and thanked him for the information before opening the Dojo completely up to him as the systems and power came fully online. "As before, you are welcome here completely Master Chisum, and I'll have quarters made for you during your stay." Before Neo made my way toward the Dojo's main computer, he turned and presented one last question. "Aryian wouldn't happen to have a son, would he?" The droid turned his gaze toward the Sith Master. "Why do you ask Master Chisum?" Neo kind of chuckled a bit before turning away. "The young man that has the holocron, the one who slew me, he resembled Aryian quite a bit." He spoke as his voice trailed off, the droid making a semblance of a smile as Neo did, his circuits thinking the same as Neo. "The Force wills it."
  20. "Then go my Apprentice... Neo spoke, an understanding and proudfilled smirk upon his face as he revved his engines up and began preparations to take off, his gaze shifting toward Camik from where he sat within the TIE/D. "Grow and return to me as the warrior you determine yourself to be." And with that, the TIE/D lept into the air and circled about, leaving behind the polluted atmosphere of Almas for the last time, no longer an Alcazarin, the Order dead and gone. What laid ahead was a brighter and more powerful future, one he did not take out of choice, but of necessity. It was the hand that fate had dealt, and the Force had chosen, and it was its will that he followed. Only time would tell whom Neo would truly become.
  21. Neo smiled from within the helm of his ship as he felt the emotion of his Apprentice flow upon the current of the Force, Camik's dedication admirable. But in truth, Neo's road ahead was long and likely a dangerous one to walk, even for him. Though the taint known as Oni had cut him off from the darkside and made him weak, it cleansing had only opened its possibility. If Neo was to retain the rank given, he would first need to Master himself, lest he fall to its allure completely and lose himself completely. To be a Master of the Darkside, one had to master his or her own darkness. This was the truth he had long learnt as a Sith. "You're emotions betray you Camik. You are not being banished. If anything, I view myself as unworthy to train you. My loss at Kuat rid me of the taint that corrupted my soul and opened me back to Force completely, but as I stand now, I have a bit of training myself. If you wish to follow me, I will not turn you away. But it will only hinder your growth until I am able to regain myself completely and finish your training." Neo's soft yet stern voice echoed across the comms. "As for this crumbling Fortress..." Neo chuckled, his gaze never shifting back upon the place he once called home. "It was the birthplace and now resting place of the Alcazarins. I am the last, and I have forsaken its purpose. This is why it crumbled to ruins as we exited, my path now laying elsewhere, its Master deeming it's time passed." The Alcazarins were dead, the Darkmetal voided, and Neo would now walk the path of Rivan's Lord of Battle. This was the decision, a befitting one, of the fate the Force's will had given him. The past was the past, Darth Oni dead and gone, as Neo Krell stepped in to take his rightful place. For now the Force called him elsewhere, to Mechis III. Firing up his ship, Neo spoke one last time to Camik. "So what do you say my Apprentice? Shall you seek out the Mandalorian on Tatooine? Or do you follow your Master to Mechis III?"
  22. Neo stretched his mind outward, letting his thoughts flow upon the Force's current as far as it would go, regaining a complete touch upon the galaxy around him and testing his limits. It was similar to stretching one's body after being released from one's confines, sore and tense, but free. Only Neo had finally freed himself from the confines of the disease known as Oni. Returning to his form, his mind settled, causing the Sith Master to grasp his head as it ached and swayed. It was truly good to be whole again, even if it would take time to regain his footing. And speaking of time.... "Camik." Neo spoke, his tone quite different than before. It was youthful despite his age, deep yet echoing of a calm wisdom. And his gaze, his gaze was the most different of all, compassionate yet stern. "There isnt much more that I can teach you outside the basics, and traveling with me will only hinder your growth as a warrior. Go to Tatooine. About five clicks west of the Dune Sea is a small cantina. Search for a Mandalorian known as Canderous Bralor. He will help you grow." Neo smiled at the thought of Canderous Bralor, his old friend and teacher, their time as Hunters, and the many tight spots they had been through. He couldn't understand why after all these years as a Sith, that he would be taking a stroll down memory lane, Camik along for the ride. Perhaps now that he was Neo? He could not divine. Only that the Force seemed to push him in this direction. Turning his gaze once more to Camik as he put on his own rebreather, his voice muffled by the apparatus, but still heard clearly. "You will know when it's time to return to me.... And tell him that Reaper Grimm says hello." With that said, Neo began his long trek ahead of him as both the Oni-bot and Camik exited the Fortress before him and all could hear it crumble into oblivion behind him, a voice entering Neo's mind as he stared ahead at the two before him. "The Alcazarins are no more, only you remain, my Lord of Battle." And with that said, he ushered the two toward the awaiting ships, leaving behind both the Alcazarin lineage and the darkmetal tha forged them even as that which covered the Oni-bot crumbled to bits and was left upon the ground in their wake. Truly, Neo's past had been finally shed, and the only thing that remained was the future that laid ahead. There was no need to advert his gaze nor look behind him. Climbing aboard his ship, he waited in silence, letting the events taking place wrap not only around his own mind, but that of his Apprentice. If Camik had any questions, now would be the time. If not, the Sith Master would leave Almas behind forever.
  23. The swirling vortex began to intensify as the red glow emanating pulsed faster and faster, waves of dust and ash being suck inward upon the spiritual form of Neo. Pain could be felt and saw in his gaze just before his head arched backwards and his voice pierced the veil in a scream of horror that not only lasted a singular moment, but seemed to continue as the pain only worsened and the vortex only hastened. And the presence that was Neo only grew stronger as his voice echoed through-out the cavern and into the halls above. Within the vortex, however, was a sight to behold. The dust and ash that swirled intensely around him began to fold into his spiritual form, his translucent form beginning to be covered by the small particles as they attached, ash and dust becoming flesh in a biblical sense. First his face began to appear, then his hair, shoulders, chest, abdomen, groin, legs, and finally feet as Neo began to reform after Kyrie's cleansing. And in a moment of stand still, Neo's pain stopped just as the vortex did, leaving a crusted form before Camik and the Oni-bot. Taking a step from behind the darkened veil, the crust messed into flesh, and Neo fell to his knees as sweat poured from his pores. Taking a deep breath, Neo coughed, his throat dry and scratchy from what sand and dust remained upon his naked form. The Oni-bot stepped forward, handing Neo a set of robes and clothing to cover himself with and a small canteen to drink from, tipping the Sith Master that he had been robbed upon death. But still the questioned plagued Neo's mind as to what he was brought back from the abyss for. Camik stood before him, adorning his former armor, his saber attached to his hip, his training not far from completion. So why was he required? Standing up to dress himself, the robes only covering his chest and abdomen with soft cloth strolling down from his elbow to his wrist along his forearms. And the pants and boots the bot had given him were but standard militant issued. Taking a drink from the canteen, his gaze shifted as the Oni-bot stepped forth once more, handing him the kyber crystals that once resided within his twin rapier sabers. It was when he reached out and grabbed them, that he saw a flicker of what he could only describe as the Force's will. "Thank you my friend." Neo spoke as he grasped the bled crystals from the bots hands and placed a hand upon Camik's shoulder, rejoicing that his pupil had survived Kuat, though his scars still echoed their pain. It was a good thing though. Pain meant he had lived, and trial by fire was one of the greatest teachings he could have learnt. "Come. We have much to do. Though Oni had perished at Kuat and Neo had been given a second chance at life, the effects of it all still lingered. And now there was the addition of the Darkfire heir, though perplexing as his part was, Neo knew he had to ready himself. It would take time to reacquaint himself now that the Force flowed wholly through him again, and deep down he knew that next time he presented himself before the Dark King, the Sith'ari, there would many questions to answer for. And given the cleansing of the Necrocorrhosis, they may wish to test his resolve. Luckily Camik was still at his side, and Neo could use a good sparring partner.
  24. In the twilight of the the darkened magma below, a bright red hue began to pulsate and glow, its light reaching the top turn of the stairs above where Camik and the Oni-bot stood in anticipation. The Force around them began to swirl around their forms as it began to be sucked in below, the active Nurgle bots that stood around taking a singularly brief moment to stop their chores and witness the ongoings before returning to their work, the crystal below being tossed about among the magma's waves and beginning to crack under the heat and pressure as a familiar yet different presence began to slowly reveal its self. "Neo Krell." A ghostly voice could be heard shouting below, the walls below shaking along with the floor beneath their feet almost in unison as it shouted an unfamiliar name that only the Oni-bot, along with the Nurgle-bots, seemed to register. "Last of the Alcazarins and of the most faithful, arise and be reborn. Hear my voice and come forth from the deepest depths of the abyss, untarnished by your past, and again whole." Suddenly a bright red hue that was nearly blinding shot forth from the floors opening as the crystal disappeared beneath the darkened lava and the presence emerged from within, the presence that was once of Oni, yet different, stronger, yet calmer. The Oni-bot lowered his arm and motioned for Camik to venture forth below, following him as he went where their Master's spirit awaited. As the two would venture down the spiral staircase, the Force would continue its pull inward, some collected by the blackened ore that protruded from its earthly walls while the rest continued its path toward a vortex that would reveal the spirit of Neo Krell, the man that was Darth Oni before plagued by its blight. A now silver haired being stood within the vortex, his long locks flowing across his translucent naked shoulders, revealing the tattoos that he hid beneath the armor that Camik now wore, the markings of a slave, the markings of Umaga as dust and ash began to be drifted upward from the floor below. His gaze, the ever present brown eyes piercing the veil between their worlds, stared contently st the two before him, a smirk across his face despite the sorrow that filled his eyes. Silently to himself, Neo still wondered what it was he was meant to see, what it was that the spirit of Rivan called him forth from the abyss to witness. And slowly, the process began.
  25. The Oni-bot stepped from within the shadows beside Camik before walking on ahead as he signalled Camik to follow. It was a few miles ahead to trek, and though the Oni-bot did not require a rebreather, he made sure to give Camik a once over to insure he had indeed made use of it. It wouldnt be long before they stood before an ancient fortress, the tower dome that sat atop it as black as the mask Oni had wore, made from the same material. Opening the large doors, Bots similar to the Oni-bot remained active and going about their daily chores. In the Oni-bots hand was held a orb of black crystal similar to the one Oni had fashioned for Camik. "It wont be long now. Now all we do is wait." The Oni-bot spoke, placing the Orb upon the pedestal in the center of the main chamber above a hole where the hilts of weapons were once used to open a hidden passage beneath the towering dome above. Within moments, the orb began to emit a dark red hue that swirled about its form, and the floor began to shake as the passage opened and the orb fell into its opening and down its stairs into the magma below. Placing a hand out, Oni-bot signaled for Camik to remain beside him.
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