Enigmatic

Revan made his way throughout the base, noticing the many fallen structures along his path. It haden't taken the sith long to completely take over the jedi base, and to add onto the celebration, Revan would of been lorded if the pathetic Jedi hadn't ran. However now, he must speak to the dark lord himself. His cloak covered his shoulders as he swiftly walked through the ruccus. He then contacted Kakuto Ryu through the force. "Master...I need to speak with you...where can I find you?"

It wasn't long before Revan entered the atmosphere of Mechis. Luckily, the planet had already been taken over by the sith, leaving Revan a safe clearance onto the base. He landed his ship safely, and hopped out, reaching for his com link as he spoke into it, contacting KR. "I'm back Master...I shall await here for Durandal...and then crush him..." He put his com link away, and awaited for the pathetic Jedi Padawan to be lured here, so that he may meet his demise.

The sith's body was stretched along the bed gently, his right arm resting on the medical bed, his severed mechanical arm propped up. Multiple droids scurried the area, gathering their tools to properly give Revan another left arm. The sparks created a difficult in the process, however the medical droids were precisely programmed to work under such conditions. One of the droids began to attach most of the wiring together. This took atleast an hour, being that most of the wires were cut in half. When the droid finished the basic layout, Revan looked over. His entire arm had no skin on it, just wiring and cables. He moved his bare metallic fingers around, making sure everything was going as planned. Their next task was to add skin. Giving a quick overlay, his entire arm was coated with fake skin in less then 2 hours. When they were done, he got up, and the droids immediatly went to the next injured patient. He moved his arm around, getting the feel of it before he stood up. He put his cloak back on, and began to walk out into the temple halls. His lightsaber dangled at his side, his eyes white once more. He breathed heavily underneathe his mask, remembering Durandal's lightsaber cut through his skin. I will get my revenge....and this time...it will be complete... He entered the hangar doors, hopping into his ship quickly and setting off back to Mechis once again...

Revan's ship soon entered the dark, hazy atmosphere of Cardia. His ship shot through the sky, soaring down towards the academy's landing pad. Many ships were lined up next to eachother, some TIE fighters, some personal ships of the Sith that currently dwell here. Due to the fact that he was missing his left arm, it made it very difficult for him to fly his ship properly, however he managed thanks to Auto-Pilot. Using one hand, he carefully landed his ship on the landing pad. The cockpit opened, and he hopped out using the force. He hasitly limped towards the academy doors and opened them using the force with his right hand. Acolytes were wandering the temple, and Revan could feel the prescence of numerous Sith Lords here. He kept his stride all the way towards the Medical Bay, where droid were working on many patients. One droid quickly approached Revan when he had entered. "Master Revan, what can I do for you?" Revan showed the droid his arm, and quickly he threw off his cloak and lied down upon one of the medical beds. Three droids quickly surrounded him, preparing all the necessary tools they needed to give him a new arm. Once he was finished, he would return to Mechis...and then get his revenge.

Revan watched as the pathetic Jedi Padawan fled from his grasp. He feebly chased after him, however the padawan was long gone before Revan could get close tot his ship. He deactivated his saber, and clipped it to his belt, scowling at his failure to kill the padawan. He got up, his arm still sparking from the after effects of Duranda's saber slicing through it. I'll get him...one way or another....I'll get him.. He would have to go to Cardia, to reconnect his arm. Therefore, he contacted KR through the force as he was walking towards his hip. "Master....He....has escaped....I have suffered a few injuries, however nothing major. I must go and heal, for I feel that he will come back eventuallyy, since his master is currently here as well. I will use him to draw Durandal back. When I return, I will take his life, and have great pleasure in showing your his head." Revan quickly hopped into his ship, set the coordinates for the Sith Academy on Cardia, and sped off into space, soon reaching hyperspace.

It was like his left arm had been thrown into a searing pit of magma and molten rock. Although he did not feel it on the spot, the bits and pieces that flew from his mechincal arm stung his flesh. He flew back from the attack, almost falling to his back if it weren't for his trained balance. His left arm sparked in the air, sending hot sparks onto the ground. It was stub now, nothing but wires and mechanical tinks. His eyes went completely blood shot, and his emotions became as hot as the Jedi's blade. He stumbled for a few minutes, trying to adapt to the fact that his arm was just lobbed off. He slowly looked up to the smirking Jedi, the Sith's face the complete opposite. His lips trembled in anger, and his fist clenched the hilt of his deactivated lightsaber. How could this be? A mere padawan defeating Revan? No, this cannot be allowed. Revan had gone through too much and went too far to be thrown down by such a weak Jedi. He slowly began to walk towards Durandal, his hilt still deactivated. In a spilt second, Revan darted forwards quickly using the force to power his legs. Using force speed, he threw Durandal off balance, the Jedi's body flying backwards. Igniting his saber, he collided it with Durandal's pushing it upwards away from his body, leaving his torso open for an attack. Swinging around, he used his hilt to smash it against the left side of Durandal, immediatly crushing most of his ribs on impact. Using the force, he then pushed Duranda's distraught body onto the ground using force push. "You see Jedi...you are mistaken....I have done it once more...You are no match for me...no matter how much you try...your still just too...weak.." He walked up to the Jedi Padawan whose hands were on his ribs as he lay on the ground. Revan then slid the tip of his saber to his neck, his eyes glowing with vengence as the blade floated near Duranda's throat. "Now...sit back....for the show is about to end..."

(OOC: My entire right leg is mechanical. Therefore, there is no bone. As well as my left shoulder, and my right arm. My left leg is the one that is flesh and bones.) The Sith Lord smiled at the efforts of the pathetic Jedi. Revan's skin could be seen melting off of his limb. Metal plating from inside sizzled and cracked, the wires and extensions sparking from the intense heat of the saber. Revan's saber lay ignited in his palm, his smile reaching to Duranda's view. "You see...I have tricks of my own Jedi...." Using the force, he quickly pushed Durandal's body back, the saber sliding out of the mechanic limb. He stood up, harmed, but painless. He twisted and turned his lightsaber, the crimson blade creating an imaginary circle in the air. He walked towards Durandal, his mechanical leg making a strange sound as sparks erupted from the inside. Using only his saber, he quickly dished out a few attacks, simpel however effective. They made Durandal work, his saber reaching up then quickly downwards towards his legs. His array of attacks was pushing Durandal back, slowly but gradually. As he forced Durandal to become more focused on the saber, Revan took advantage of that moment. Using the force, there was a rock lying on the ground close to them. Picking it up with the force, he used it to connect with the Jedi's legs, his right leg sweeping from under him. Immediatly taking action, he shoved his right, mechanical leg into the gut of Durandal's body, air gasping from his mouth as this happened. "Now..you know the true power of the sith...and I haven't even used the force yet..." (Sorry for the crappy post, in a hurry!)

The soon to be Sith Lord smiled at the padawan. His lightsaber ignited, the jedi taking a quick defensive position in the process. It wouldn't be too hard for Revan, for he had faced much more worse things then a pitiful Jedi padawan as the one standing before him. Revan quickly threw down his cloack by lifting his arms, the black cloth graciously falling off as it layed itself upon the ground. He smirked under his mask, his blood red eyes staring into the Padawan's. He stepped forwards, closer to the Padawan. Stretching his hand out, Revan's hilt smacked into his palm, the crimson blade igniting as it hummed with the Padawans. He slowly took some steps to the left, moving around, preparing himself. He kept his eyes on the padawan the whole time, not losing focus upon his actions. "This base belongs to the sith now....its bad enough your invading....but your a Jedi as well...and Jedi...are just not welcome..." He continued to circle the Jedi padawan, waiting for his attack.

OOC: Durandal, if you haven't noticed....Revan is trying to fight you....so....yeah.....4 posts each? Or 3? It took Revan a long frustrating 20 minutes to finally sense the Jedi in teh facility. He had followed the sense, the lightside of the force guiding him to the padawan. His name was Durandal. He had found him watching the conflict between the sith Jareth and the Jedi Master Kirlocca. He slowly walked behind Durandal as he watched his master attempt to take care of the sith. "Ahh...finally I have found you Jedi..." Revan slid his cloak off of his body throwing it to the ground as his lightsabger dangled at his belt. His eyes were blood red, and his mask muffled his voice in a way to make it almost intimidating. Underneathe the mask, he smiled at the Jedi padawan as he began to turn around. "No more games....it ends here...."

It was like a plague swept across the planet when Revan stood up. He looked towards the temple, his eyes blood red from the constant torment. However, he saw his path clearly now and it involved his hand crushing the head of a padawan. He walked towards the temple doors, stepping through he paused. He was looking for a Jedi...a padawan named Durandal in general that had made his way into the temple somehow, secretly of course. Fortunetly, the master wasn't here, or so Revan thought. He walked inside, trying to feel his prescence since now, the darkside of the force flew freely through him, with no constrictions or restraints stopping his power. Through the force, he sent a darkside aura throughout the temple, hoping the padawan would respond along with a simple message. Come out and play little Jedi....your time of hide and seek is over...

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Goodbye....my old master... It was as though a swift cover of silence swept the air, shutting down the crying voice of Nom's soul. Revan's insides turned and twisted, however stopped when the hammer crushed his brain. It was a calling, a savior, salvation from the Dark Lord. He had saved him...from his pain...from his agony, it was all over. The darkness was the only thing that resided in him now. He smiled, wiping some coughed blood from his upper lip. He slowly stood up, catching KR's fist in his face. "I apolgize my lord....and let me tell you....I will not fail again. That....Jedi scum is already dead...and then....I'll laugh at his corpse...officially making him my bitch.." He said no more, passing the dead corpse of his old master. He only looked at it with a scowl, angrier then ever before that Nom could fail Revan like that. However, he had a new master now, someone who would teach him the true powers the force can offer. His training was nearly complete, only a mere padawan stood in his way...however...not for long. Revan boarded his ship, his eyes blood red from the emotion and anger building inside of him. He wrapped his cloak around his body and over the top of his head as he started the ship. It soon darted into the sky and shot off into space, soon reaching hyperspace. He punched in the coordiantes for Cardia, and sent off.

Revan's thoughts clashed inside of him, ripping him in half. He put his hands on his head, trying anyway possible to ease the pain that corrupted his soul. Each time their lightsabers clashed, it caused a ripple inside of him. Both of them, even though fighting, decided to invade Revan's thoughts at once. One telling him to turn to the light, the other telling him to let the darkness enfulf him. He continued to roll on the ground, his eyes closed and winced from the pain that throbbed in his body. He had never felt such pain before, he felt as though if he had a weapon in his hand, he would end his life. He managed to slit one eye open, getting a glimpse of the two locking sabers. Revan was no longer a sith...nor was he a Jedi, he was tied between the two, a trapped soul, feeble and unprotected. If he had the energy to reach for his saber and end his own life, he would, however the pain was too much and restricted him from doing anything like that. A few times he had tried to stand up and fight it, however the more he tried, the worse the pain swarmed through him. The duel was gradually coming to an end, both of them tired from the vigourous fighting that they underwent. Due to the bond he had devoloped wth his previous Master, Nom, every time Nom was injured in the fight somehow, Revan felt it as well, except doubled. It only added to the mental pain he was undergoing as well, sending him into a spiral of torment and nightmares. He would constantly see flashing images of Kakuto's ferocious onslaughts and executions, however were soon halted by the thoughts and flashbacks of his training with Nom. He couldn't leave Nom like that, however he felt as though he couldn't go back to the Order, it was a deathly bind that he was in. At a certain point, he no longer felt the pain, and felt as though he was dead, whole with the force. But when he could still hear the lightsabers buzzing in the air, colliding with one another, he knew that he was just in a daze, awaiting the end to engulf him...

Revan was speechless, and when he wasn't able to speak, thats when the passage for guilt to enter was opened. His only option of salvation was to end his Master's life, to end the last remaining person that could stop him from completing his training. However, he could barely look him in the eye, and killing him wouldn't end the pain that dwelled inside of him. He looked up to Nom once more, trying with immense effort to reach for his lightsaber. However it seems as though the Jedi still inside of him restricted him from doing so. "What.....What have I done?.....What have I become?....I've molded myself into the very thing I swore to destroy....." He paused for a moment before relaxing his body. He collapsed to his knees, his hands upon his face, slow tears streamed from his eyes. He kept his eyes on the ground, the guilt and shame engulfing him. "I....I have failed.....as a Jedi........I have failed as a Sith....there is no place for me any longer..." He remaine silent, expecting Nom to end him there...

It was that very question that stumped him immediatly. It was that question that caused him to stumble upon his emotions, to dwell on the very thought of killing someone. Revan obviously hadn't put much thought into why he had became a sith, he just thought of it as inevitable. He eyed Nom for a short moment after he questioned him, then looked down. Revan knew inside of him that he could not kill an innocent child, however he couldn't turn to the Jedi once more. He didn't want to be left in the dark again. "No...I couldn't---" Revan fell short once more, feeling more confused then ever. He had come to this planet confident that he was a true sith and that he would be able to confront of his former master. Now Revan stood in front of him, baffled on whether he could go through with this or not. Revan had to say something, or else Nom would over power him with guilt. "My place...is not with the Jedi...I am a true sith now....your......." He breathed heavily, the guilt flowing inside of him as though he was about to collapse. "Your words mean nothing..." Truly inside they meant everything, Revan just didn't want to face the truth. He didn't know what to do now, he couldn't go back to the Jedi, however he could never kill an innocent being for nothing...

Revan could feel his body inplode with the burning sensation that caused him to wince. His heart slowing down drastically as the beats lessened with every breathe Nom unleashed. His body began to heat up vigourously, the pressure overwhelming him greatly. It was like an earthquake, a rumble, every time Nom took a step towards him. Their eyes locked together, never parting. The sith and the jedi stared eachother down until Nom spoke once more. "They....accepted me. They recognized me for my talent, they wanted me!. Unlike the Jedi....where there was no recognition" He let that sink into the moment, both of them pondering their thoughts. Once again Revan began to feel the anger arise from within himself, the hatred boiling his blood. Although he let himself fall to the darkside, there was something that was holding him back, something that has been crazing him for a long time now. He hadn't figured out what it is. It could be guilt, remorese, shame. It was the last and only feeling holding him back from unleashing his true potential as a Sith. He now awaited once more, falling silent to the Jedi Master in front of him....

It was gust of paralyzation, a chill ran up and down Revan's spine as though it was about to break. His legs and arms tensed within his muscles, contracting them as though he had just seen a ghost. The sight of Nom petrified him, the mere sound of his voice buzzed around his ears in guilt. The shame engulfed his soul, his knees began to shake violently. Mere images and flashbacks of his previous age when he was just a mere padawan shot before him, crippling him temporarily. He studied Nom, his master's features had aged since the last time he had saw him. Revan could cleary remember every knick and cranny of Nom's appearance, for they haunted him daily. Revan then attempted to speak, to counter his sudden halt of movement. However, nothing came out. He stood back, his fists clenched for dear life, his mind racing. Although he was frozen, he managed to cough up his first words to his Master in years... "You.......You left me....You left me all alone....How could you d-" He stopped, his lips trembling as they halted his sentence. He closed his mouth and licked his lips a few times, his eyes stranded on Nom's. Revan's stomach dropped to his feet, the sick feeling running through his body. He moved his hands a few times, getting rid of his paralyzation for the moment. He now could only await and hope that he would be able to react if Nom decided to act upon him first....

After minutes of of vigourous shaking of his ship, Revan managed to finally get control of his ship. Proceding to the natural flight plath of the planet, he pin pointed the landing pad and began to shoot for it. Soaring out of the clouds, the ship now became visible to all on the planet, or atleast a good radius. Pulling back, he slowed the ship down as he leveled it preparing to land. He let the landing hatches down, watching below him The ship slowly began to lower as it finally touched the ground giving off a loud clank into the air. It was almost as things were happening in slow motion. It took Revan nearly 5 minutes just to get out of the cockpit. Stepping on the ground, his lightsaber dangled inside of his cloak. His cloak still only revealed his mouth and eyes. He searched left, then right, eyeing for any security willing to go up against the Sith. Revan was pretty sure that if Nom was really on this planet, he would of sensed him by now. Revan began to walk forwards in a slow pace, his feelings betraying him once more, clouding his feelings and thoughts. The very thought of Nom made his stomach sink to his feet. His walk now became almost a shuffle, for part of him told him not to go through with this. However, in order to complete his training he had to destroy the very thing that kept him from fulfilling his destiny. For some reason, he couldn't feel the Jedi Master anywhere. Not even the force was allied with him on his search for Nom, mostly because his thoughts were clouding his connection with the force. A large facility soon came into view, it's building quite massive. He wasn't too far from the landing pad of course, due to his slow pace. Eventually, the air around him became humid, and his mouth became dry. He swallowed in an attempt to cure it, however had no luck in doing so. His bones began to feel fatigued as though battered. His hands began to shake, catching notice of this he clenched his fists. He could now sense a prescence, a strong prescence. The prescence of a Jedi of course, however it was stronger than most. Instead of continuing his search, he stood there trying to connect more with the force...

Revan's ship shuddered as the planet came into view, however it was not in eyesight yet. His radar picked up the large planet immediatly when in range and Revan leaned forwards to get an outline of Mechis III. He smiled as he sat back and awaited further progression. He continously stroked his lightsaber hilt on his belt as he licked his lips. Remembering the times he spent with his old master, it only made him more confused. However, his dreams of becoming a great Jedi were washed away when Nom left him alone. Shattered into mere oblivion and replaced with the Darkness of the Sith. After continous minutes of waiting impatiently, the planet soon came into view when the large round world appeared in front of them. Revan unhooked his belt around his chest and slid on his black cloak. His mechanical shoulder created a metallic sound as he moved it to slow down the ship. Entering the atmosphere, his ship began to shake violently as the planet's gravity pull engulfed the ship. He now could almost feel his master's prescence inside of him....it was only a matter of time before he would have to endure something he thought he would never do...

Revan's ship soared through the wasteland of space, and on it's way to Mechis III.

A voice soon came in as Revan was entering the cockpit of his ship. A voice he hadn't heard in many years, ever since he was a Jedi padawan. The soon to be sith lord froze in his seat, his eyes struck on one part of the ship, not being able to move just as long as the voice stayed talking. He caught most of what he said, mostly only the part about what planet he was on. Exhaling, he smiled as he left the hangar and into the dark desolate arms of space...

A voice came in on Nom's speaker suddenly, static erupting from the com link before his voice came through. [Comm] Master...Pssshhh....Nom Anorus....pshhhh...this is pshhh....I'm on the planet...pshhhh....and I desperatly need your assitance. I am a pshhhhh padawan pshhh....please...pshhhh.....tell me your location [End Comm] The message just barely played through on the com link just enough to hear the desperate outcry...

It was not time for Revan to complete his final task of becoming a Sith Lord. He had to find his old master, Nom Anorus who is now a Jedi Master. He hadn't seem in for a long time, and it surely will be hard to confront him now. Revan began to feel nervous inside, his stomach dropping as he picked up the com link from his belt. Tuning it into Nom's frequency, he put it to his mouth and prepared to speak...

Revan's eyes opened wider when he heard that he his task was to hunt down his master. He was shocked, however he kept a smooth appearancee and an obedient tone. He nodded. "Ye...Yes Master...It will be done..." Revan turned away and headed towards the hangar towards his ship, his head down, tears slowly forming in his eyes....

OOC: Are you talking to me?