Exodus

Syn finally let himself relax a little as their meals arrived. Dinner with the group hadn't really been that terrible so far, but he wasn't optimistic enough to hope that Renin would let it pass uneventfully. Syn had changed little in the days since his capturing, except to get wiser - but then hadn't they all? Syn would remain without a word being said until everyone was seated and comfortable and his master had delivered further instructions. "Hm, I wonder whats going to happen next."

It started slowly. The rythematic pulsating of the force flowing through him as he prepared for battle, the dim glow of his twin blades and the soft hum of the sabers vibrating in his clenched fists. These were comforts well known to him. The Sith slowed his breathing, tamed his heart rate and scanned the darkness for whatever was next. They were here - hidden in the shadows, eluding his senses as they fell methodically between every pillar, every crevice. Exhaling softly, he crouched defensively against the wall at his back and waited. They would show himself eventually - and he would be ready. [Quick Post -- doing stuff]

Syn contemplated in silence, hands clasped loosely, dark lashes draped over her eyes. "Cobra, eh? Interesting." an apparent hiss hung off his tongue as a deep yellow glow flared in his eyes. Definite progress was being made, even though the idiocy performed by the casual being interfered, he still advanced. He hid herself in the barest of shadows, sheltered as much by the curved temple roof as by the darkened atmosphere. Another vision interupted, this vision was the strongest he'd ever had, a transparent setting that embedded itself over the real world. For a moment, he stopped -- mind you, only to strengthen his resolve, before continuing to construct his new weapon. The pieces were scattered around him on the work table, the only thing that was fitted in the chamber. Silence clung to him, as real as the dark robes he wore to cover his hardened bare body, broken only by the sound of his own breathing. Carefully, he reached for the weapon's handle, which was thickened and black and would be easier for him to handle. It would serve as another asset in battle, but it was nothing to the Dark Side. "Hollowed is all Life and all Creation." He could hear them -- this team he was appointed, their wandering thoughts, but had no apparent control over this. He chose to block it out though. It would seem that this connection with the team did grow stronger without any notice at all. Several moments passed before he returned to the task at hand. The metal was sharp and difficult for him to handle at first. Frustration flowed in his veins as he dropped it once, then twice -- allowing it to cut into his skin. The anger gave him focus, however, and he managed to grip the tool. He held it between two large fingers, using them to mend the blade into a versatile tool. Determined, he ignored the sudden shaking of his hands, attemping to use his mind to manipulate the next few pieces, which only lead to much more frustration. Without piecing the weapon of destruction together, he'd begin carving in his own heated designs -- ones that clearly suited his new nickname; Cobra. The tiny laser generator from the work bench assisted his attempt to smoothen the surface of the blade, which too required a great deal of concentration. He'd then allow the blade to settle into the handle, as another cruel smile carved itself into his face. Knowing the many conflicts he would cause with such a tool. Syn held the weapon in his hands, studying it in the dim light. It was a deep red -- still burning from its mending. With the utmost care, he slid the piece of work within its sheath, satisfaction flowing through him when he heard it click into place. "Perfect, now I shall await further instructions.."

He believed, but he could not be sure. Time slipped between his fingers, racing through every moment that he tried to slow and savor, and stretching the moments of bleak nothingness across eternity. Only the ebb and flow of power soothed him and allowed him to lose himself in the rhythmic hiss of a stranger's breathing that stole from the sleep he no longer required. In the few scattered moments of self left to him he would entertain the impossibility that beneath the burdened -- ever changing shell he was still whole. Mallichae Syn was pulled from his thoughts as a familiar presence brushed the outskirts of his mind. The stiffness of his limbs gave him a clue of how long he had sat motionless within this darkened chamber. "Lets move.." As Syn grasped the bloodied dagger, he could here it speaking to him, through each piece of life in his body. The tingling sensation he felt when he came in contact with the blade allowed him to hear the will of life itself -- for a breif moment. The force connected everything. The subtle beat of the wings of a mynock could change the course of the future for an individual, or a civilization. Syn was quick to understand such happenings and dwelled upon them with educated assumptions. Yet there was no time for that at the moment, they had to prepare a plan for Room #2

There was deep, unrelenting fear biting at him, sinking its tiny, fanged teeth into the space behind his eyes. Being in the complete darkness alone for the first time -- and he was just a boy. The icy grasp around his heart was fear, and nothing else. A tear escaped his tightly closed eyes, yet a devilish grin carved itself onto his face. The boy -- experiencing the complete darkness for the first time, actually enjoyed it. He'd almost hiss at the excitement drilled into him. "I could get use to this..." Syn would meditate upon this. It was the only substitution he had for sleep and focus now at this point. There were many differences between this new method of focus, the measure of sound certainly not being the least; the silence ended when he began to meditate. His breath echoing on and on, never once missing a beat, and sometimes in his most irrational moments he'd swear he could hear the underlying sounds of choked-off sobs and shrilling screams intermingling with his breaths; he would like to say those moments were few and far in between, but lying can only go so far. Mallichae Syn was going through torture, pure, evil torture. His mind just wouldn't leave him alone at this point, he felt the crimson desire of such evilness craved by so many through whatever intellectual link he had withheld. Help me! Somebody help me! Please help me! Syn was crying out in his mind, begging for someone to help him, begging for someone to stop the pain. He knew that no one could hear him yet he continued to scream out, hoping someone would take pity. Suddenly his thrashing stopped and he was filled with a strange calm. The calm came from a presence that he recognized -- although he didnt know what was happening to his body or his mind, it guided him towards the switch that radiated with authenticity.. "Found it.."

[OOC: I decided I wasnt going to post until is was necessary, but without posting it seems that Im inactive which is far from the truth. So Ill just post random character happenings then.] Adrenaline surged through his body, strengthening his posture. He could feel the dark energy filling his limbs. Even as Syn fed off this intoxicating black power pouring from the very Sith lords before him, he could feel a sliver of pain deep within his chest. The part of him that allowed to control such feelings. For a moment, he almost acted out his thunderous emotions. Rather, he stood in respect and awaited further instructions.

Syn took interest in the Sith's words, it deeply amused him to see such an order placed. A grin would carve itself along his face as he was already able to analyze strengths and weaknesses due to the fact that this bunch never stopped talking - showing what triggers what emotions. It was a good thing that Syn had actually made something of his previous life to understand such matters; All creatures require a source of fuel to convert to energy in order to accomplish any goals and task they are destined to accomplish. There are many kinds of source that many different creatures uses to live, some uses water, sun, food, and even some use air as a source of energy. Creatures of evil feed off fear, ill will, and greed, where a sufficient amount is available due to the current state existing in the world. Syn while isolated in this restricted cell was able to understand this and sit in the back - drawing ambition and the will to murder whomsoever made the first mistake. "First one to touch me - Dies..."

His search for meaning has only paved way for meaninglessness, and this awareness bequeath negativity in his part; meaninglessness steers him boredom, anguish and grievance, and these thus lead into another quest of getting hold of meaning. This recurring routine has been endured since his understanding of the Great Sith and the futile Jedi, and this cyclic pursuit for magnificence has only made him aggravated. He'd contemplate why the others in the cell fought so eagerly to escape, they would only find themselves escaping into another world of restrictions and barring - similar to that of this cell. Regardless Syn awaited for something to happen as he sat their silently with his mind focused and his anger concealed.

Syn could not clearly remember exactly happened, after a brutal hit he swept into a state of unconciousness. There was no feasible way to measure time in the windowless prison other than mentally ticking the minutes. Unable to remain still with his agitation, Syn spent those unmeasured hours pacing the small cell. He tried to ignore the aching wounds where he was seemingly hit. His arm, thigh and torso had been bandaged from where he worked previously. The young man felt that his wounds had only been dressed to keep his living body as reserves for further testing. For how much longer he will be kept for reserves, Syn did not want to dwell. "This seems troublesome.."

"He is no longer human... One cannot have power of that magnitude... And still perceive the universe as we do." Real Name: Aeson Daedalus Syn Nickname: Darth Exodus Age: 26 Species: Human(?) [significant Lineage] Height: 6' 3" Weight: 220 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Emerald shaded Sex: Male Homeworld: Dxun Alignment: Evil Wardrobe: ”¢ Exodus normally wears a thin long white fleece with liquid silk on the inside; a coat layered with material and sturdy enough to withstand most temperatures. Cool during the summer, and warm in the winter. This coat is worn loose; its silky pattern easily flares in the breath of the wind. His dragon designed black slacks match his cleanly tanned body that is heritably natural. Assorted with silver studs that blend with his silky dark hair, an attribute that. His presence anywhere is quite intimidating, standing 6'5" with a muscular build. Though his deep frostlike eyes is what charms the ladies and puts fear into his enemies. ”¢ On his shoulders as well as his chest, Exodus wears a black and white mantle of sorts with tattered edges. The cloth is actually fairly durable and capable of withstanding high heat. The white mantle drapes over his shoulders and surrounds his neck. Underneath this, he wears a well defined, black covering worn by most noble males under their robes. This clothing is fairly tight and shows off his well-defined muscles. However, it also leaves his arms exposed. From just below his arm joint and all the way to the wrist, Exodus has the entire area bandaged to add to his own personal style, instead of investing in the nobler look. This allows him to train freely and make his movements much more graceful as well as restraining him from going all out with his attacks. Across his waist, a white custom belt matching his covering assisted with another belt strapped across his chest with a buckle of silver holds up the the blade hanging down his backside. Occasionally he wears all white robes covering his attire. The robes are fairly long and hide his feet completely from view. Though fairly simple in decoration, a single emblem adorns his front. It is the symbol of his god, Nurgle. Personality: Calm, shrewd, cunning, calculating, intelligent, ingenious, composed”¦ Such adjectives might bestow a general design on the enigmatic character acknowledged as Exodus but they would still not be enough to completely unravel the anonymity behind the young man. His tacit nature, ensnares whoever comes in contact with the peculiar warrior. A smooth talker, much like a diplomat, Exodus is able to manipulate his targets tribute to his vastly developed socializing skills and charisma, with the sole objective of gaining the complete trust of his audience. Exodus has rarely been seen losing his calm as he always keeps composed in any case, nothing seeming to be able to disturb his equanimity. Possessing a high practical sense, he will always seek the solutions which are to his advantage while being extremely subtle, making sure he is cleared from any suspicions. Weapons: Scepter of Storms An electronic melee weapon constructed of lightsaber-resistant phrik alloy equipped with electromagnetic pulse-generating mechanisms. Though able to penetrate and neutralize ray shields, this "scepter" is more comparable to that of a long staff which can simply be used as blunt-force melee weapon. This specific weapon has been integrated with a simplistic reduction construct which enables it to fold within itself - allowing it to be carried within the smallest of places. Nonetheless, as most Dark Side weapons, this one possesses the ability to slightly increase relevant elemental powers. Reapers' Requiem A semi-organic; primitive; unparalleled obsession of creation assimilating the very fabric of what is known as the force, molding every potential fracture sustaining dark side energies to a peak of being absolutely immersed in such affinity. Looking to be in the outward appearance of an accustomed traditional sith blade, bejeweled and styled with absolute grandeur, it would prove to manage much more. The broad blade itself supports a deviant mechanism in which it separates itself into two parts while still remaining on one single hilt. What emerges from the opening is the source of the blades humming resonance, a blade darker then the night itself, we call it ”œThe Requiem”

Kuat Astrographical Information Region: Core Worlds Sector: Kuat System: Kuat Orbital Position: 4 Moons: 2, Bador and Ronay Grid Coordinates: O-10 Physical Information Class: Terrestrial Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable Oxygen Mix Primary Terrain: Plains, forests Points of Interest: Kuat Drive Yards (in orbit), Societal Information Indigenous Species: None Immigrated Species: Humans Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic, Kuat Faction Affiliation: Imperial Remnant Defense Rating: N/A JediRP Canon History: The Kuat Drive Yards served as the major production facility for the Empire prior to the formation of the Galactic Alliance. This resulted in a hotly contested landscape, with several unsuccessful attempts on the part of the Republic fleet to invade and acquire the shipyard. Just prior to one such attempt, Kakuto Ryu, Bad Karma, and Dagon actually broke apart the shipyards and transported them piece by piece elsewhere. While they were never noted as being reassembled in orbit over Kuat, subsequent attempts by the Republic saw them obliterated. Eventually, Dagon ordered the reconstruction of the shipyards. With the subsequent formation of the Galactic Alliance, CoreSec took over active management of the Kuat Drive Yards. Darth Quietus, accompanied by Darth Eris, eventually ordered for the Star Destroyer known as the Shadow's Gambit, a floating casino serving as a shell corporation to funnel funds into Sith coffers, to be built at KDY. Despite CoreSec's surveillance, Vladimir Faust was able to use acolytes and adepts in order to commission the construction of a private fleet of his own. The end result was a showdown between Faust, then-Commissioner Fett, and Grey Master Aryian Darkfire. The protectors failed to stop Faust, and he performed his Hunter's Ritual on the planet below, utterly obliterating all traces of life within a four-mile radius on the planet's capital, Kuat City. The Drive Yards are currently under the control of the Imperial Remnant following the Remnant's secession from the Galactic Alliance. ((Summary compiled by Jaina Jade Skywalker. Thank you!))

Korriban Astrographical Information Region: Outer Rim Sector: Esstran Sector System: Horuset System Orbital Position: 2 Moons: 7 Grid Coordinates: R-14 Physical Information Class: Terrestrial Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable Primary Terrain: mountains, canyons, dry riverbeds, tombs, ruins Points of Interest: Valley of the Dark Lords, Sith Temple, ruins of several past temples Societal Information Indigenous Species: terentatek, shyrack, k'lor'slug Immigrated Species: tuk'ata, human, various species of "Sith" Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic Faction Affiliation: Sith Order Defense Rating: JediRP Canon History: …to come…Exodus is all over this! Old description in spoiler: ((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))