Darth Rhekath

The maw of hyperspace dissipated into starlines and then stars, through the heavy transparent steel of the infiltrator's cockpit viewport. The lone figure at the controls deftly brought the craft to a landing on one of the academy's platforms, attatched his weapons belt and proceeded down the ramp to the surface. His lightsaber and rifle clanked against his armored frame with each step, and his heavy black cloak flowed around his tall figure. He entered the academy, which was bustling about with members of the order. Rhekath immediately sought out the Dark Lord to discuss the present state of and plans for the order, and perhaps aquire an apprentice. When he located the man, he saw that he was engaged with a prospective Sith, and decided to observe the outcome of thier interaction.

((This is an alias of the SEED 'Governess', Trith. Im afraid it will be impossible for Rhekath to join us there, as alias stacking rules restrict.)) *Rhekath stands quietly observing and mentally noting the other Sith combat forms.*

*Rhekath nodded once and spoke.* "Master, I have just advanced to the rank of Lord. I recieved word that the Sith were uninting and because I am Sith, I made myself known. What wouild you have me do?"

*Rhekath's ship silently slipped into the system and landed. He exited his Ship and made his way to the action. Seeing the Ex-Dark lord and the current dark lord about to fence, He stood back and watched closely, so that he might Memorize every move and flick of the blades. He just as well take advantage of the schooling. Though he was now a Sith lord, He would not lose anything by attempting to learn a few techniques.*

Rhekath's infiltrator screamed to a halt. He adjusted his destination. It was time to check his ship for tracking devices and head to Foy. After satisfactorily scouring his ship, he punched the coordanates for Foy.

*Rhekath, deep in the bowels of the academy, ignored what he had felt going on above him. Instead he concentrated his hatred on a central point, in the center of Nurgle's forge. He seperated the molecules in the air breaking them down to raw chemicals. He took the gasses and compressed them, exerting such power on them that they became solid in the firery depths of the forge, fueled by his own power. He threaded his energy through the gaps between atoms, adjusting the composition. The crytal darkened, becoming a glowing crimson, with the center black. He relaxed his mental grip on the crystal, which was now dense enough. he let the fires of the forge die down, reached inside and pulled his crystal from it. It was perfectly formed, and undoubtedly would produce a very powerful blade. Having completed the crystal, He retrieved his hilt, which was setting nearby. He placed the crystal inside, along with an emitter and power cell. He tightened everything together as he felt was right. After several hours, his completed saber sat in front of him. It was beautiful. He took it in his hand and activated the blade. It sprung to life, casting shadows across the small workshop. A crimson aura emanated from the darker beam. The evil essence he had instilled inside it had tinted the energy, causing for one, the darker center and hopefully, the blade to inflict more excruciating pain and he hoped, not cauterize the wound. Only time would tell. It was time for him to test it out. He exited the workshop and headed toward the surface. Before long, he found that the passage had been collapsed by, probably, bombs. He was infuriated that someone would dare attempt to seal him inside the Academy. In a blind rage, he ignited his lightsaber and began slashing wildly at the walls, making small cuts in the walls, After several moments, Rhekath realised that this would be useless. His anger flared even further. He reached out with every ounce of his being, amplified by his emotions. He exerted massive telepathic power on the ceiling, making the whole chamber shake. The Stone creaked, and shuttered as the invisible power pressed against it. His lack of progress fueled his energy, he again redoubled his efforts. Suddenly, in a immense explosion, the meters of rubble abouve him erupted into the skies of the planet. Still furious his progress had been impeded in such a way, he assisted his mechanical limbs to scale the side of the wall. He ran to his ship and climbed in, activating it even as he hit the pilots seat. The Infiltrator lurched as he gunned the engines, tearing into space. He calculated an untraceable route to his destination, and punched it into the navicomp. He hit the hyperdrive and was gone from the Sith planet.*

Rhekath willed the fires in the forge to life, and shortly they burned wtih the intense heat. He carefully selected two scraps of metal, Both non-ferrous, one slightly larger than the other. He took the smaller and concentrated on it, willing it weightless. He moved the shard of metal into the forge. The heat radiated from it, he could sense the molecules vibrating in the air around the forge, inside it the energy was overwhelming. He took that energy into himself, feeding on it. The metal began to soften as he poured energy into it. He focused harder, feeling the impurities in the metal, He seperated the corrupt from the pure, and let the impure burn. He pulled the pure particles together, forming a sphere of pure metal. Rhekath focused his concentration on that sphere, exerting dark energy from all sides, compacting the sphere to a quarter of what it had been. As it compacted, he infused it with his energy, impregnating it into the metal. He started rolling the the molten ball on its axis exerting greater pressure on the sides, The ball began to form into a cylender, thinning and elongating. When it had reached the proper leingth of ten inches, Still rotating the molten metal, Rhekath began to apply pressure on the flat surface from which the blade would emit. Causing the hilt's diamiter to increase. He continured to hollow the hilt until he felt comfortable with it. He telepathically cooled the inner metal, Tempering it to resist intense heat. When the temper was perfect on the interior, he turned his focus to the outer layers. He pulled excess molecules from the hilt, creating deep ridges, both horizantal and vertical, to provede grip, and deposited them on the back end, forming a six inch blade. He used the force to sharpen and harden the blade, bringing it to a single molecule on the edges and point, he then tempered it hard enough to cut through durasteel, yet soft enough not to shatter upon impact. He then distributed the remaining metal to the emitter, bringing the balance point back towards the top of the saber. He waited several moments before stopping the vibrating particles inside the hilt. He pulled the door to the furnace open with his left hand and guided the hilt into his hand. Between his cooling it mentally and the metal's own superior dissipation properties, The hilt felt barely warm upon his hand. After several hours spent slouching over the forge, Rhekath stood, his saber hilt in hand... He presented it to his Master, Nurgle.

Rhekath stood from his contemplation and went to seek out Nurgle, his master. This waiting was growing old. He located nurgle by his presence. "Master, I have sought you out to inquire, What is it we are doing here?"

*Rhekath grew tired of milling about the academy. He found a secluded place and took a seat. He reflected on everything he had learned, and before long he was in a deep trance, focusing on the force, feeling every ripple.*

A confused Rhekath decieded to follow the two sith he had encountered, as it was, he had nothing better to do. Besides, he didnt want to let his free entertainment slip so easily, and if he could learn something, all the better.

Rhekath, Having landed earlier, recived His master's admonition to look around the academy. He exited his ship and locked it down. As he wandered the halls of the academy, many sith wandered about, exploring, for a third time, the now somewhat familiar installation. He felt a presence approaching, but paid it no heed, he simply went over and over his training in his mind, what could he have done different, what would make im powerful enough to complete his training, which was apperently coming to an end soon enough. He would not disapoint is master.... SMACK He ran into a sith hopeful ((Tria Nerros)), who was also wandering the halls of the sith academy, the impact did little to him, but the hopeful was sent sprawling. He quickly reached out, caught her arm and righted her. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded, though he knew he was the one at fault. Had he been paying attention instead of daydreaming, he could have easily avoided her. Before giving her a chance to explain herself, he continued. "You call yourself a sith, you cannot even walk down a lousy hallway without plowing into things." He knew he had no excuse, because he was doing the exact same thing. "What do you want?"

Rhekath lifted his head. "I have failed you, Master, I'll not do so again. I see myself ready to progress, due to the circumstances and results of my failure. If I do not succeed now, I do not deserve to become a sith lord."

Rhekath, Having encountered a band of troublesome wookiees after landing, Approached his Sith master. He did not apologize or make excuses for his tardiness. Instead he dropped to a knee as he addressed the elder sith. "What is Thy bidding, my Master?"

((OOC: Sorry, Ive been out of it for a little while. Should I just assume that im here too?Ill edit this post if so... ))

*Rhekath hung there while the Doshan lectured him, Finally he moved to snap his neck. He grabbed the muscular arm with his own and swung his legs hard. As his body swung into the air, Rhekath willed it to continue. Bles' arm, now twisted abnormally, caused his grip to falter. With calculated precision, Rhekath jerked it from his throat twisted it further.* "Yet another example of your stupidity. How could I harness the power of the force if I had a CPU rather than a brain. My brain is fully funtional, with robotic inhancements on top of that. I am not meant to serve organics, I am meant to kill organics. Even you have robotic fucntions, what to you think nanites are, high powered vitamins? I think not." *Rhekath loosed the Trandoshan with a force blast, sending him reeling.* "I think we should call it even and secure the area, but if you want another go at me, by all means, go ahead and commit suicide."

Rhekath put the ship down about a half kilometer from Bles', Exited, locked down, and quickly made his way to where the doshan stood. He leaned up against a tree and addressed him. "Ha, not only are Doshans stupid, they are easily intimidated. Dont deny it, I can feel your fear. It seeps from you like a sweat from a wookie stranded in the dune sea. Dont worry, youll be fine, all the killer Flying R2 units have gone from this planet. you're safe. I cant belive you turned down a fight, you must be the most nutless Doshan in the galaxy. You skip out on a fight and come to a outer rim world to quiver in fear over a little dark feeling."

What appears to be a police vessel tracks a stolen freigher through hyperspace.

A Sith Infiltrator cruises through hyperspace.

*Rhekath Opened his secure Comm channel between himself and his ship, Which at the moment was on Dathomir. He had enhanced his shp to become a mere extension of his droid entity. It was like a controllable detatched limb. He powered it up and It entered hyperspace to join him at the sith academy.* ____ *Several hours later, the ship Arrives and Rhekath boards it and enters the cockpit. He took the ship into space and manually entered the well known coordanates for Coruscaunt.*

Rhekath after wandering much in the foliage of the Sith world, Rhekath Decided to head back to the Sith Citadel. As he made his way through the dense forest, He Wondered where his master could have gone. He could not be sure, but he could not sense him anywhere. Besides, he had spent the better part of the day out there with no luck. He walked back into the building, And began watching several of the students training with their masters, the sith academy was fairly bustling today.

((3)) The searing napalm "rope" met the hard durasteel of his face, dispite heavy insulation and tempered steel, the concentated napalm was too hot for it to resist. The mask heated white hot, beneath it, the temperature rose greatly, singing his flesh. He leaned forward, the molten steel dripped off and collected in a small pool on the arena floor. His facial muscles and ligaments, now exposed, had blistered and charred. His droid control tuned down the pain, but it was too intense to shut it all out. He he channeled the pain into rage and let the darkness flow througout him. He gripped his Katanas. Suddenly, Tashkri's lightsaber flashed toward him he took a step back. The energy blade slashed through his sword, It fell to the ground, glowing red where the lightsaber had slashed through it. He let the useless handle drop to the ground alongside the severed blade. He reached to his left side and pulled his 1911 from it's leather holster and pulled the slide back, loading one of the deadly cortosis coated rounds into the chamber, it slid back into place with an ominus clink. Tashkri finished his taunt; Rhekath raised his pistol and fired the single round into the opening in the top of Tashkri's lightsaber. The cortosis slug fragmented and lodged tiny particles of cortosis throughout the weapon. The force of the shot caused the hilt to fly back at 900 feet per second and slam into his opponent's side, knocking the wind from his lungs. "That trinket had no value, ive just always had it. It does not matter, you should value Talking huother's property." Talking hurt, because his face had been burned, he ignored the pain and hit the man in the back of the head and slammed his armored knee into his face. He bounced back up with the force of it. Rhekath fired the next shot, a phosphorus round, into Tashkri's right arm. The burning hot bullet lodged in his shoulder. Rhekath backhanded him, his studded gauntlet bit into Tash's face. A quick kick to his knee sent him to the ground. Rhekath jumped high and landed on his chest with a crushing stomp. He leveled his firearm at his opponent's face.

After having explored the compound and grabbed a bite from the mess, He made his way to the exit. He paused and took in the jungle. He stretched out with the force and felt for his master. He started into the undergrowth, letting the force guide him. He jogged lightly through the trees, swinging beneath the branches, clearing the protruding roots, following his feelings.

((2)) Rhekath pulled himself off the wall, He he telekenetically shoved his opponent, causing him to lose his balance. He tossed a smoke grenade into the air, it filled the arena with a thick grey fog. He reached to his back and drew his two katanas. He held them in a ready stance as he approached the man. His bionic eye, along with the force, helped him to see as perfect as ever. He stalked toward Tashkri. He could sense the man trying to enter his mind, he immersed himself in the force, He spun toward him, the vibroblade buzzing dangerously. His opponent, with incredible speed dodged the first slash, but the unexpected backslash with the rear blade bit into his thigh. By then, Tashkri had drawn his own katana, taken a slash, the slash severed Rhekath's cloak, causing it to fall to the ground, several feet away. He kicked the other's wrist, preventing the deadly blade from hitting him. He slashed forward with his reverse blade in his hand while he parried another slash with his right. . as he finished his slash. He backflipped and activated his flamethrower, spraying napalm in a wide arc in front of him.

*He came in fast, hoping to catch his master off guard. he swung hard, and missed, The Dark lord swung aside and landed a punch sqare in the face. Stunned Rhekath backed a step and held the saber in a ready stance, as he took the next step forward, he positioned his handsand flippd the saber downwards, he used his right hand as a fulcrum and the left to apply force, the blade swept toward Jareth with lightning speed Just before impact he halted the blade, crouched and swept toward kicked toward his master's legs.

OOC: You Get first combat post, Tashkri, Your name is first on the list.