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  1. OOC: Sorry, vacation...I'm back... Viano walked out of the room and approached his Master. "I believe that the slave is no more..."
  2. A few hours later, the man in front of him was in the fetal position, clutching himself tightly on the stone temple floor. Viano looked at him. The man was bleeding from almost every location on his body and his clothes were more or less badly torn. "Pathetic...it's done." Viano put out his hands and kneeled to the ground, firmly placing both palms around the slave's skull. He closed his eyes and let the anger of the Sith to fill his soul and channel itself through his body. In his mind, he visualized crushing the man's skull but releasing so much energy that somehow the man's body in front of him disintegrated completely. He could feel the bone crush underneath his touch, the man did not even scream. Viano looked at him. He had kicked, batterred, thrown, cut, and gagged the slave. It was time for him to go. Viano could feel the skull in his hands crumple slowly and then with a loud and sickening pop, it collapsed in his hands and blood and brains leaked all over the floor. He stopped. "I have a better idea..." He removed a sharp knife from within his robes and began to work on the slave's body. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Many hours passed and pretty soon the slave was gone. Viano stood there with his knife dripping with fresh blood. He licked the edge of the knife with his tongue to clean it off and put it back in his robes. What had hapenned to the slave? Viano looked closely around the room to make sure that the bits and pieces of the slave's body were concealed neatly within the stone walls of the room he was now confined in. The slave had now become a permanent addition to the temple.
  3. Viano watched as Tarrian left the room and he looked at the slave in front of him. "How did you get here...captured? wandering? You have no reason to live. No destiny...no purpose..." His attention totally focused on the slave, he continued. "The living force has no use for something like you...your family will forget you soon, as you die the most incredible death you will ever experience...lucky for you, you only die once...but, I will make sure to bring you to the verge of death more than once, so you can relive the pain and anguish and leave those as your last memories...cherish what happy moments you have experienced in your lifetime, slave, for tonight, you will wish you had never been born." Viano smiled and walked over to the slave, looking at it intently, watching the fear in its eyes. Moments later, the slave was on the ground coughing, Viano had just dealt a swift kick into the slave's windpipe. He watched as already, blood began to drip on the stones and the slave hung its head over coughing and coughing, trying to breath. "Oh holy night...." Viano kicked again.
  4. Viano looked up at Tarrian. "There is always room for improvement in all areas...start me as you would a regular apprentice and find ways to improve me even if I have mastered basic concepts."
  5. Viano went out to seek Tarrian on the Sith Academy and bowed down to one knee. He then looked up to her. "I hear you are to be my new master?"
  6. "Then so be it...I want the most powerful Master around."
  7. That was fast, he thought to himself. Viano looked at Kaylnn and then walked around the lounge. He was pacing. It felt odd - no master, and only one "friend". He didn't even know why he called her. He turned to her. "He left me...Jareth left me..." He paused, the anger inside him flaring a bit. "I think that we can both be beneficial to each other...I need you to train me."
  8. Viano Zar

    Ilum

    Kaylnn feels a force message seeping through from Mimban. It was Viano.
  9. Viano stood there, waiting, and praying for a response from Kaylnn.
  10. Viano stormed through the temple. The teenager was frustrated, angry, and ready to kill something, or someone. He made his way around the temple, using his memory to aid him in finding the secret opening that led down to the prison where the once Jedi had been. He flung himself down the stairs and walked to the man's feet. The man seemed to have a look of shock and terror upon him and Viano just looked at him. Nothing was said, but it was understood. The man began to scream as Viano reached and thrusted his hand into the man's chest, cutting through the layers of skin, and reaching for his heart. Viano pulled it out ever so carefully and kept the man alive using raw dark force energy from his anger. He stared at the heart and looked at the man's eyes. "The Jedi are weak and are about to be destroyed. I will be taking over this place very soon, and there is nothing the sith can do, least of all the Jedi can do. I am sorry you had to be the recipient of all this pain." With that, Viano crushed the heart in the palm of his hand and felt the blood gush all around his hands, fingers, and then onto the floor. The old Jedi looked on in horror, as he was still alive, and started to cry. Viano released his grip on the man and watched the man just fall and die. He then turned around, dropped the remains of the heart, and walked back into the temple. He had to find someone. Kaylnn. He searched for her presence all around the temple but didn't find it. Where had she gone? He decided to see if he could push out his message around the galaxy, maybe she would receive it, maybe she wouldn't, but it was only with her help that he could grow more powerful.
  11. Viano sat perplexed in the middle of his room. He channelled out through the force, something he had taught himself while he had been hiding out on Hoth. Tarrian...how may I find my master...I do not know how to fly a ship...
  12. Viano merely nodded. In time...everyone finds their place...master......He hid his thoughts in the darkest recess of his minds where even some of the other people in the temple would never find them. They were locked in a safe and he held the key. Viano didnt even respond to his Master after that and deliberately walked past the living quarters to another part of the temple. He ventured far and soon found a staircase hidden amongst the stone walls. The stairs and walls were creeping with moss and weeds. It seemed to have not been tended in quite a while. The young apprentice wandered slowly down the stairs looking about him. It was dark and it smelled of musty spring water. Viano's nostrils took in all around him since there was not much to see - it was pitch black. As he ventured forth he reached the bottom of the stairs which emptied themselves into a large room with a single, tiny square letting sunlight in a small spot of the floor. His eyes traced the sunlight slowly and they darted quickly to what appeared to be a shrivelled foot bathing in the white. Viano stepped forward slowly. What is this? Who is this? Who in their right mind would be here? "Please...kill me..." "What?" Viano stepped closer, somehow his "inner" sight kicked in and he could see the man in front of him even though the light in which he now stood was non-existant. "I have been here too long...please...." "Kill you?" Viano's lips were quenched of blood. He had never killed. He craved it. He craved power. His anger flared slightly at being so low. Someday father...I will be as merciless as you... He regained his composure. "Why should I kill you..." "I have been here for ten years now...since the last war...I was captured...I am...was...a Jedi..." Viano's eyes arched up. "A Jedi? Come now..." "Yes...a Jedi...but I can't move...I'm dying...end my suffering..." The apprentice laughed. "Your suffering has just begun..." And with that he kicked the man square in the chest.
  13. Viano followed his master and Kaylnn - the one who had made him grow. He stopped in the hall at one point and looked at him. "I lust for power Master. Why have we stopped my training? I want to train, I have waited long enough." He could feel some misplaced anger towards just about anything rising in his soul. His crave for power grew as time went on - especially when he could see others stronger than him when he felt he deserved that strength the most. "Master, why are we stopping again?"
  14. Viano stood silently beside his master.
  15. Viano sat next to his master and waited patiently for whatever that was meant to begin, to actually begin. He was eager to begin his training. Politics did not interest him. He wanted to kill. Everything. Everyone. He looked around the table calculating inside his head quietly, blocking all his thoughts from everyone. He was making a mental map of the best way to get to the throne.
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