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Damien nodded, the story he had been waiting to release finally had a chance to be released. This time he was not going to run from it. Damien pulled the hood off from his head, showing his black braided hair, and the more defined masculinity of his upper body. He stood quietly, collecting all of his thoughts before finally releasing them into the cold, dry air. Looking to the floor, he began to speak. "My life has been filled with secrets, and by becoming one, I reduce the pain that they inflict on me, and use it as a power." He took a deep breath and continued on. "My family was enslaved when I was a young boy, having no past experience, and no fighting skills I hid. I hid within the shadows where I have always been hiding, and many think of me as a coward, but when the time comes, I will pounce. As time went on, I felt it better for my life to be secret, so I hid myself, I checked everywhere always worrying that someone was following me. I hid my name from my friends, even though I used them for money, and left them." He looked back up to his Master. "My life has been a secret, and I want to keep it that way. I want people to fear their shadows, I want them to know that I am always watching, just waiting to pounce." He took another second, he wanted to know the path that his Master had chosen. "I have many reasons to hate, I have much pain, and I have a desire to kill. Please tell me though, why are you in the Sith? Why do you wish to harness these great powers for, as I believe you mentioned, Sith Sorcery?"

The pain had been unbearable, a constant that he had never felt before. Yet it had all been a dream, undecidedly so, seeing as he lay on an unknown ship, naked. He ran his hands down his gray colored legs, trying to see if there was any noticeable swelling, but there wasn't, there wasn't a thing, he was fine. He sat up and moved to the nearest sink, splashing cold water onto his face. He finally felt it, and it knocked him back. Lately, his brain had been giving out hiccups, or burps of power as it seemed. The pain lasted for nearly ten seconds before placing him back in his normal state. He was still wondering what the cause of this was, as they started to worsen when he first arrived at Mechis. He was beginning to conclude that this was his body accepting the Force, and testing to see how much stronger he could get. He sat on the ground, putting his head between his knees. He felt the power, but it was a weak presence, he needed to be able to control it, to manipulate if for a mutual gain. He would need to work at it, and perhaps the man that was piloting this ship could help him do that. Gently putting his robe over his body, he sat down on the table where he first woke up. Crossing his legs, he went into a deep meditation. He recalled all the events over the past few days, the pain that this was causing him, and he realized that soon the pain would be over, soon, power would enter back into his hands. Walking outside the room where he was located, he used his intuition to guide him to the location of his Master. He walked quietly, taking long, gentle steps until he reached feet of his Master. "That pain, it felt good."

Damien knew that the Sith were very secretive, were very self conscience of their positions of power, in respecting that, Damien went down to one knee. He tilted his head up to his new Master, his white eyes emitting from under the black shadowed hood. "I wish to enter and leave before anyone knows I was even there, I want to use the art of seduction, and the cunning art of the mind." He tilted his head back towards the ground, and pushed up with his right hand. He stood, holding back one last sentence. "I want to kill someone before they even know what hit them." He took a step back and bowed, awaiting further instructions from his Master.

Damien sensed a level of attraction, a pulling from something deep inside of him. He sat straight up from the bench that he was sitting on, putting his left foot in front of his right, he put his hands on his knees and stood up. He looked around, something was pulling him closer, the Dark side was talking to him. Following the pull, he narrowed his length between himself and this foreign figure.

Mechis III. The industrial wasteland of many years past, that was now a thriving Sith inhabited planet. Closing the distance between himself and the planet, a quick thought ran its course throughout Damien's brain. You can still back out. These words had been spoken by his conscience, the words of his past life. Damien had lived on many planets when he was young, not having any parental figures to guide him. Falleen, his home planet, was worthless, and meaningless. His parents were slaves, and had been killed when he was young. As Damien aged, he began to obtain the nickname of Truth. This was partly due to the relative ease of achieving answers from any person that he came into contact with; little did his friends know that this was done with the manipulation of the Force. His story, while short, seemed like it kept echoing the same message, to avenge his parents. This was nearly impossible; he didn't have any idea who killed them, or the motive for the killing. Going back now was plain suicide, he would need to wait, and he would need to be able to use the Force for greater uses, for the use of killing. --- Fading back into the cockpit, he slowed the engines, as he neared the landing zone of the temple here at Mechis. Grabbing his jet black robe from a stash that sat next to him, he slid it around his body and tied it tight. Tapping his sides to make sure that he had all of his equipment, he moved outward, and away from his ship. Nearing the temple, he walked inside, not knowing what to expect, or what was to come of him.

Name: Damien Nickname: Truth Age: 24 Species: Falleen Height: 6'5 Weight: 230 Hair: Jet Black Sex: Male Eyes: White Clothing: Black baggy pants, and a long sleeved black shirt. Weapons: Sith Sword. Dual E-11's. Force User Possessions: Y-Wing Alignment: Evil Homeworld: Falleen

((There is no rule in which I get ranked down, I'm wondering where you got that... but I'll play along. I guess the ball's in my court.)) Neo flung his hand forward, completely ignoring the Sith Apprentice that lay behind him. He used the Force to barely knock the body of KR backwards. "Sahv, get the hell out of here. NOW!" With that, Neo got up, heading straight towards KR, saber de-activated in hand. "Come on, it seems you get the advantage, don't you. You worthless Master." Neo spit in his face. "At least I don't choose to beat people while their down." He spit in his face. "I have no respect for you, your as worthless as two I am Groots. Go on, kill me, I'll let you." But it was too late, Neo swung the now ignited saber into his chest, he knew KR would take him, and he wouldn't want that. Dried blood formed around the wound, Neo, was dead.

This was it, Neo had to shat or get off the pot, this was the time. ”œLeave Sahv, get the hell out of here I don't want you to die, nor do I want you to see this.”

Enough was enough, Neo unsheathed his saber and swung at his dark opponent, hitting the top of his arm, as it held on with just a few veins. "Sahv, I wish for you to not watch this, it may get a little nasty." As he threw Sahv away from the fight with the Force, Neo floated into the air, kicking the man into the nearest tree. As he hit up high, he slid down slowly. He held the saber to his throat. "Leave, or die now."

"My padawan has his own goals, and will not look to mine. He has his own mind." Neo whispered using the Force. He went back to Sahv, as his question about the Saber still hung in the air.

"You will not speak to me like that scum," As Neo said this, he moved out of the way, he knew the man, if really a Sith, would feel the Darkside of Neo, he was in-between now. Neo saw the man leave. "Sahv, soon you will be able to choose, but, as I have you in my presence, I didn't want you to see that." Neo moved away from where he encountered the man. And back into the ]forest, it was time to start combat training. "I don't remember, didn't Dashel give you a training saber?"

"I am Jedi Knight Neo," Neo pointed to his apprentice. "This is my padawan Sahv Yorr." Neo also touched his double-bladed saber, just incase it was a Sith. "And you are?" As the question left Neo's lips, he nodded to Sahv, after this conversation, they would start combat, with a saber.

"Don't fear the Force Sahv, it is here to help you. Let it control you, let it be used every single waking hour." Neo nodded, and started to walk back out of the temple, he sighed, he didn't know what to do next. "I know I keep asking this, but I'm bored, what do you want to learn, I have no more ideas, nothing more that I can teach you without... going to far. But, that's the Jedi way, but ofcourse, if you ask me, then I would happily love to teach you." Neo smiled, his first real smile in a very long time.

Neo saw his apprentice near the crystal, and nodded. He was curious as to how he had found it. "Did you command to use the Force, or did the Force come to you?"

Neo smirked, it was good that his padawan was feeling a weapon of his past, actually, this was the only good memory from his past, it showed his power. Neo pulled the saber with the Force back to his belt. "It's a weapon of the Sith, this is." He pointed to it on his belt again. "The Sith... are exactly like the Jedi, but completely different at the same time. The Sith use the Force as a friend, they connect to it with emotion, anger, hatred, fear. Once they control it, they become powerful, and with that power, they will destroy." Neo took a second, it was hard to understand these creatures. "The Jedi, focus on the peace of the Force, use it to help, we use it as a gift, we don't take it for granted as the Sith do." Neo began to walk, motioning for Sahv to follow him, he talked of everything Sith, their allies when he was with them. They stopped suddenly as Neo looked up. "...the Sith hide, until they are called upon, they don't normally show their faces, unless ofcourse there is a war or other major event. They don't like being known." Neo began to walk, as he noticed the temple, he didn't move any further, but pointed with his hands, Sahv looked to it.. "Hand me your crystal, I'm going to see if you can control the Force, and find the light instead of the darkness. This place is filled with the past, the Sith, it will be hard to see using the Force." Grabbing the crystal from Sahv, Neo ran quickly inside, going deep into the temple. He jumped to a second floor, trees had grown inside the temple and that's where he jumped to, hididng the beacon of light inside of a huge tree. He jumped down rolling as he hit the ground. He called out to his padawan. "Come."