Bishop Of Battle

OOC: Thank you for your assitance Bud. *Bishop nodded at Pyre as the illusion vanished.* "I waste my time because he can be taught to pass his weaknesses." *Standing, he stepped forward and guestured for Pyre to follow him out the door into the hall. He walked in silence for a few moments, his apprentice still recovering from the battle which still felt very real though his opponent was not.* "The Force is a powerful tool to be used. You've witnessed your first lesson in becoming a Sith. The Force is not there for guidance as the Jedi would have you believe. It is there to be controlled. To made what you want it to. To conceal or change an object, to create something from nothing in the minds of your opponents, to attack your opponent without the need to even touch him with your hands. Such is the power of the Force. Not when you make the Force your ally, but when you make the Force your bitch." *At that moment they came to the front doors of the compound. Lightning arced through the sky as the door opened and thunder indicated the sudden downpour of rain that begain to resoak the ground.* "You will stay out here tonight. Until you prove yourself ultimately to be a true Sith. You will need your rest, because in the morning the real training begins." *Leaving him to himself, Bishop turned inwards, shutting the doors between the two behind him.*

*Bishop took a moment to watch the blood red saber blazing in Pyre's hands, internally shrugging.* "What do you intend to do with such a mighty weapon against an obviously superior Jedi Master? It'd probably be in your best interest to put the weapon down. Maybe he would even let you rejoin him." *He cocked his head slightly to one side, the position of the robes being the only real deliniation for the angle of his head. His face lost in the darkness. Decieving the light into hiding his face.*

*Smirking slightly as blood sprayed across the wall to his room, Bishop sensed the struggle taking place. Watching it as intently in his mind as a colleseum fan might watch their favorite event. Kaylnn's slight laugh caught his attention for a moment and he tilted his head her way before refocusing it on Pyre. His apprentice was still on the ground. Perhaps deciding his next move. Hopefully not yet broken by the few strikes he had taken, vicious though they may be.*

*Bishop looked towards the door as Pyre neered it. His head turned back towards the only other person in the room, then guestured towards the door with his head. The Force flicked the button to open the doorway. Pyre was turning to enter as it slid open, but was forced to stop short for the figure filling the doorway. The robes flitted lightly from the air by a nearby vent and stray strands of hair drifted in front of the man's face hanging from beneath the edge of his hood. The man looked up into Pyre's eyes and his face was revealed at the same moment that the apprentice felt his presence. The presence of Master Prophet. Master Sly Stevenson, his old master.*

"Good. It is indeed time. Brook will be an excellent teacher. You will learn much from her. You have a purpouse here, one that none of us here may understand, but you must learn what you can now that is offered. It will make you all the more powerful." *The shattering crystal in the distance allerted Bishop to his apprentices successful completion of the first half of his trek. He would still have to survive the walk back however.*

*The arriving presence of JGoD that rolled over the area on her arrival was welcoming. He knew Raynuk's attention would be immediatly garnered where he was inside the main Imperial complex. The rain had long stopped beating upon the stone temple whithin which he sat. He rose from the throne which craddled him and passed from the room into the grand entrance hall and out into the day turned night by the thick black clouds that ensnared the planet. His apprentice seemed to be enjoying himself in the jungle. The simple minded creatures around him were easily felt a they danced through the foilage. Prodding them on with images of hate and pain, Bishop fueled their blood lust before turning his attention away. He returned to the Imperial made compound and ventured inside to find Kaylynn. He came upon her in their room and sat down at a highly polished black table, his hands resting on the cool surface. After a moment he drew back his hood, revealing his head to the light though it could not seek its way into his eyes beneath the dark stripe tied round him.* "So... what ever happend to that boy who was fawning about you all that time?"

*Bishop nodded a moment after Pyre dissappearred into the forest. His apprentice had chosen the answer well. He waved his hand and the image of the dagger dissolved into smoke in his palm. With the mind trick done, he moved further into the temple. Combing the walls with his fingers, looking for where he had left off. Without sight, the search was difficult, when he found what he was looking for, he traced the images with his finger tips. Understanding finally what the prophecies held. Stepping away from the wall he moved into the throne room where he easily located and sat down in the imposing chair. To think.*

*Bishop bid Raynuk fairwell, then turned towards Kaylynn, ignoring Pyre kneeling before him for the moment.* "Kaylynn, lock up the ship before you go." *He turned and walked towards teh compound, Pyre following automatically. He walked in silence for awhile until they were nearly at the entrance to the central temple the Sith had assimilated. There he stopped, turning on Pyre with the ex-Jedi's old lightsaber in his hand.* "This is a symbol of your old life, something that will have to be erased forever from your mind." *Both of Bishop's hands wrapped around the hilt and tore it in half like a tin can. Typical, Jedi design never stood up to much abuse. He extracted the crystal from the emitter and held it in his hand. He closed his fingers over it and let the metal shell drop to the dirt. After a moment his hand began to glow, shafts of light flickered between his fingers, and for a moment it appeared as though flames were licking from the cracks around Bishop's hand. Though he showed no indication of such fire burning him. Bishop turned his head in the direction of the nearby forest, prompting Pyre to glance that way as well. A moment later, Bishop hurled the brightly flaming stone through the air over the forest. The flames quickly died out but it continued to glow hotly as it passed into only a speck of light that dropped into the forest.* "That crystal has been infused with my presence, show me what you know of the Force to track it down. Use the Force to assist you in your progress. And control the Force as you fight back the inhabitants of the jungle who will be looking for a tasty meal. When you find the crystal, destroy it. Destroy it as you would destroy your past." *Waiting until the final moments before he prepared to go, Bishop stopped him.* "You may wish to take this as well. Your choice." *He held in his hand a wickedly curved dagger, drawn from his robes. From the hilt twisted three seperate blades, talons of death waiting to suckle on the life force of a target.*

*The swirling air as the ship landed cast a billow of dust around the two Sith, Bishop's cloak parted from his body from a moent as it blew outward against the oncoming rush. Bits of dirt pecked unnoticed against him. He could still feel Tarrian's presence on board the ship, enough had been salvaged to preserve that. It fairly glowed in his minds eye against the darkness. The paint and exterior modifications were mostly lost to his blind eyes as he faced it, considering it. Without thinking he answered his question about the form at his feet.* "A once-Jedi. A student of Sly Stevenson's. Who has 'accepted the darkness'." *Bishop's tone rang with sarcasm.* "He sought me out because he knew of my personal feelings towards Sly. He should be harmless enough with so many Sith around, though warn the Imperials to keep an eye on their docking bays just in case. He doesn't know where here is and the storms above will keep him from being traced here. If he doesn't check out, I will kill him. I know the jump from order to order is not one easily made, that bitch Jaina proved so. Otherwise, I'm sure we could manage with another Sith in our ranks. I was a Jedi once as well. Perhaps that is my weakness, believing that other Jedi can be shown where true power resides. That was my flaw with her, and I will be watching to be certain that it is not my flaw with him." *He continued regarding the reconstructed ship, unsure of what to make of it. It was as if a giant beast bleeding of Tarrian's presence had been dropped before him, clashing teeth and all. He felt the pressing desire to stay away, the remote clutched in his hand.* "I... cannot accept this yet my friend. Too many bad memories."

*Outside the ship, Bishop could feel Raynuk waiting for them. He stood, lifting the hopeful's unconcious form off of the durasteel deck, levitating him a foot off the ground. He made his way through to the rear of the ship and down the ramp. It was not raining, but the howling wind roared across the bow of the ship, whipping the ends of their cloaks about them as it passed over and under the tip. The illumination inside the ship cast a back light on Bishop, and his hood tipped over his face to darken the entire surface. Stopping across from Raynuk, Bishop tipped his shoulders forward in a respectful nod, standing back to the point that outside light cut across his face below the nose.* "I have returned, my brother." *The lower portion of his face parted into an om iminous grin as he extended his hand toward Raynuk's.* "And, I have returned to the Sith with a suprise." *He retracted his hand from the grip and turned, tipping his head slightly up back towards the ship where Kaylynn stood silhouetted in the light. As he looked to guesture with both head and arm, the light was allowed under the brow of his hood, and the black cloth covering his eyes was revealed for a moment.*

*Bishop lifted his hand to touch her wrist as she caressed her face, though as solid as she found him to be he could not feel the same in her. His finger tips drifted through the glowing form in his minds eye. He nodded goodbye to Sauron and turned toward the ship. With his full, confident strides he boarded the dropping ramp and sat towards the back of the cockpit.* "Kaylynn, take us to Mimban." *He brushed his fingers over the damp front of the black strip concealing his eyes.*

*Glancing back towards Brook as she gathered her son, Bishop watched Adi-Wan's approach. His hand moved in the direction of his lightsaber as he waited and watched. However the Jedi left, and he turned his attention back again to where he was going. As he passed Kaylynn, he called to her.* "Kaylynn, go to the ship and get it warmed up. Bring the... bring him with you. I will be there in a moment." *Bishop turned, letting Pyre's unconcious form fall into the dust as he moved towards the gardens center. Where he could feel the most warmth. And the presence of another.* "Darth Sauron, I did not expect to encounter you here." *He nodded a respectful greetings before turning to the weakened apparition of Tarrian.* "We... are getting ready to go. I must take Kaylynn and Brook back to the other Sith. There are things we must do. I will return when time permits."

*Staring sightlessly after the two retreating Jedi, Bishop allowed himself a sigh.* "We should have just killed them." *He turned round to face in Pyre's direction.* "As for you. We will see if you have what it takes to be a Sith. But if you don't, you won't be allowed to leave the planet alive. Go to my ship, we will leave shortly." *As Pyre nodded and turned eagerly in the direction of the ship, Bishop continued.* "Of course, as a prior Jedi, you cannot be allowed to see where our home is until you have proven yourself." *With the hopeful's back still to him, Bishop raised his right hand and swatted the back of the metal appendage against the exposed cranium. Pyre crumpled to the ground, unconcious for now. Bishop reached down and lifted the lightsaber that had rolled out onto the ground from the suddenly slack hand and looked it over for a moment before pocketing it. Briefly he penetrated his mind, a somewhat difficult task as his Jedi training kicked in automatically, planting the seeds of turmoil there in his subconcious. Withdrawing, he left Pyre to wrestle with the nightmares that would plague him as he slet. With that done, he once again turned to Brook, the Jedi they had been aproached by now quite a ways off.* "I do not know exactly what we will find when we get to Mimban. I have been away far too long. Searching for my own demons. If, as Raynuk believed, Lord Ar-Pharazon has returned, then he will undoubtably have assumed control of the Sith by now. While I believe he has the power to do so, and will control the hopefuls there, I do not believe that is what is best for the Sith. I do not believe that he has the tact that another might." *Bishop lifted his head slightly, as though lifting his eyes to hers. Though a strip of cloth stood between them.* "Tact that I believe you have. I believe that you have the power, skill, and authority to lead the Sith to the glory they once were. To lead them higher even than that to a place in history above that of even the greatest of past Sith. You have the loyalty of Raynuk and others of the Sith. And you have my devotion." *He dropped his head, perhaps a bit too quickly, to look down at the figure on the ground. Extending his left hand slightly, the torso lifed off the ground. Turning and walking back towards the ships, the body floated alongside with the limbs dragging ungraciously over the ground.*

*Bishop turned his blind gaze upon Adi-Wan as his presence was felt not too far from him, and the wookie master who approached quickly.* "Well look who we have here. It seems everyone is coming back from the dead lately. The Light can be as easily extinguished as life itself. It takes work to create it, energy spent in order to recieve. But even a whisp of wind can snuff out a candle to plunge a room into Darkness." *He tipped his head only slightly towards Blckclone as he responded to his report.* "I have felt no such disturbances. Besides, anything consuming the souls of Jedi can't be all bad. The Sith rescued your order and your precious 'people' during the last invasion." *Bishop's senses probed Pyre for his reactions and emotions concerning the arrival of the two Jedi.*

"No one can be given an allegience. Didn't the Jedi teach you anything? An allegience is something you must choose for yourself." *Bishop shifted his head slightly, unkowningly towards Adi-Wan in the distance, as he addressed Kaylynn.* "Kaylynn, take Viano back to the ship while Brook and I wrap up here. Then we will return to the other Sith." *He glanced at the fully recovered Sith Master at his side and then turned back to the one before him.* "You come here asking us to take you, but you have so obviously led others here to us. The approaching Jedi does not even attempt to cover his approach. He galavants across the landscape towards us with an indiscrete exhibition of the Force. There is no reason why we should not kill you and the wookie who speeds his way here before we leave."

*Gritting his teeth beneath the edge of his cloak, Bishop reached over his left shoulder as the blade deactivated. The handle lifted swiftly to his hand and he turned slightly towards Brook, handing her the lightsaber before turning again to Pyre.* "Then lets see what sort of a non-Jedi you are." He extended hir right arm before him, hand outstreched and palm up. He guestured, curling his fingers in, taungingly provoking him to attack.*

"The encroaching presence of Sly pulled Bishop's attention inward for a moment as he felt the Jedi Master returning to the person he had been. Not the broken shell he had found him in once before. He realized that Pyre had been standing motionless before him, apparrently done with his little speech.* "You are right about one thing, the Jedi have made you weak." *Bishop took a few steps forward, stopping just out of reach.* "The unfortunate thing for you, is that the Sith don't except the weak into their ranks." *In a blur of motion, Bishop stepped forward aggressively with his left leg and his right arm drew back. His right leg snapped straight, propelling his shoulder and metal, prosthetic hand into Pyre's sternum with the sharp sound of metal thuding into flesh.* "Thinking you could simply show up and become accepted this way was foolish, Jedi."

*Smirking beneath his hood, Bishop watched the overly confident attacker.* "Who are you to come here and think that I would train you? I've seen you Jedi before, claiming you come to learn the ways of the Dark side, but allways lacking the character it takes to become a master of the Force rather than just its servant." *Pyre felt the slight tremors in the Force, followed by a whistling crackle. As promised, he dropped the saber down towards the Sith Master's neck. He glanced down at his saber passing harmlessly through, the switch thrown into the off position by Bishop's single command. The shadow moving at the corner of his vision and a massive shift in the flow of the Force around him tipped him off to the coming blow, a kick to the ribs and Tarrian's simultanious and equally fierce strike sent him sprawling up and back away from Brook. Bishop's hands were clasped behind his back, his cloak rustling across the ground around his feet as he walked with his face in shadows. The only highlight caught across the tip of his nose and lips as he spoke.* "Besides, why would you want to see Sly, greatest of all the Jedi, killed?" *The last part of his sentence dripped with snearing satire. Pyre had picked himself up again and now stood with Bishop between him and Brook.*

Hahahaha, I told you! *Smiling under the darkness of his hood, Bishop made a small guesture. As Pyre turned his attention to the robes, the flames shot up. Burning higher and more intense than they should considering they were only consuming a robe. The burst passed around his head and the flames licked around his body as the burning wall was wrapped around him like a cacoon.*

*Preparing to answer, the painfully obtuse annoyance beyond the gates once again interrupted them. He doubted the nusance wouldn't be much of a nusance for long at the rate he was going. He turned to Tarrian's form.* "I supposse I shouldn't just leave her question unanswered. I shall return before I leave." *He extended his arm to touch her face, but his hand slipped through the etheral form. He hesitated for a moment before drawing his hand back to him. Turning the way of the entrance, he passed through the door a few moments before Brook carried herself through enroute to Pyre. He spoke loud enough for her to hear him between the clashes of combat.* "Before I left, Raynuk was the only Master available on planet. He seemed convinced that Lord Ar-Pharazon would appear soon, but he was not there when I left. I supposse that, if he has returned, he has likely taken lead of the Sith that remain. I wonder if he is, perhaps, the right leader. I know he has the experience as Emperor, and he will certainly command fear from the upstarts beneath him. But I do not know if that i enough."

*Bishop with held his gaze for a moment before lifting it to the intruder. As he stood Tarrian, invisible to Pyre, dissolved from his senses, followed by all the visual stimuli that surrounded him. Dropped again into the darkness of blindness. His voice rose beneath the hood of his cloak, barking out against the former apprentice of Sly Stevenson.* "Who the hell are you to approach us who could snuff the life from our bones with a whim?" *Other than the ruffling of his cloaks as he walked forward, nothing on Bishop moved in the moment before Pyre exploded off his feet. His back knocked the wooden circle he had cut from the door back the direction he had come.*

*Bishop's eyes made another pass on the garden, his focus once again turned there. Tarrian was smiling at him as he looked to her. He dropped his head slightly.* "The Sith are not the same as they were. The Jedi are in hiding, yet we have not taken our place at the head of the galaxy. Perhaps for the best, as I doubt most of the newer youths lack what it would take to fend off a full attack from the Jedi. Perhaps the leaders have been too weak... perhaps I have been too weak. Something I intend to remedy. You and your son will be joining us on Mimban, yes?" *His gaze rose to Brook's face.* "I will need to return there soon. Though there is one more... 'thing' I need to take care of before I leave this planet." *He glanced back at Tarrian, knowing now that she would be here still the next time he needed to see her. Locked within this garden that had once been their place of retreat.*

*At first Bishop didn't notice the arrival of Brook and her son. Wrapped in Tarrian's presence as he was. The touch at his knees caught him off guard and his head drifted slightly to the side as he refocused. As he noticed her, she phased into the reality that he could see. Through Tarrian he could 'sense' the garden and the woman now sitting at his side. Every texture and color was rendered in his mind. The flowers glowed brilliant shades of red and blue amongst the green haze. He turned towards Tarrian first, her shining skin, dark eyes, and rose lips blurring her features slightly. Beatiful as she appeared before him now, her spirit was just as noncorporal as ever. The garden on the far side of her was faintly visible through her body. He turned to the other side where Brook was sitting, the dark shadow that was her cloak and her face existed in the same dreamlike distortion as did everything else in the garden. Her words brought a slight nod, then listened as Tarrian spoke as well.* "Yes, so much has happened here. When Tarrian... when she died, I knew that she would want to be put to rest here. I didn't know at the time that she would stay here, perhaps I was blind then as well. It was only in death that I became aware of the truth. Funny that blindness can you make you realize the truth. A fitting cliche. I came back after that. After Kaylynn had found me. I do not know how she came back, but she came to me. I supposse I needed to be here to know why she had come back. To know that Kaylynn needs to continue with her destiny. I supposse that is why you are here, Brook." *Tarrian's last statement passed by his ears. Silenced to him for it was not something he was to hear. It was something for Brook to know and understand. Concern Bishop would never have allowed her to harbor had she made it known to him. He turned back towards the brilliantly lit garden and took expanded his senses beyond the world Tarrian had created for him. His sight dimmed slightly as he moved out to Kaylynn and little Viano. The presence was new and familiar. One he had not expected to feel dancing through the garden in persuit of pray with Kaylynn watching over.* "Is that... he has not returned from the dead as well, has he? It's not... the same." *He turned his face towards Brook, focusing on her face through the dark cloth covering his eyes. Cloth darker than the shadows around his face.*

*Tarrian's voice was a shade in his ear. The deep pain encompassing him ebbed away at his heart as he tried desperately to listen. To hear. He could feel a cold touch, like kissing the lips of your dead lover. It pulled at him and his instinct pulled him away. Forcefully, he resisted the urge and looked deeper through the madness that blinded him and the pain that assaulted him.* "Tarrian... why is she here? How did she come back?"

*The gardens around Bishop felt strange. He had not anticipated being back so soon. Then again, he had not anticipated a lot of the recent events. The dark, brooding presence that had lingered since the death of both Tarrian and Kaylynn now h ung black overhead. Once it had deafened him, but now he was there with his ears open to learn from what he had allowed himself to miss before. His whispers were inaudible even to himself.* "Tarrian..."