Darth Revenga

Skor arrived with little notice and was escorted through the base by a small group of stormtroopers. He stayed a few strides behind them with his eyes closed and arms crossed thinking. 'The Emporer calling for me? Interesting....Let's hope he has soemthing worth my time'. As they continued on they finally arrived to the room where he was ordered to. The stormtroopers left his side and he entered the room and gazed upon the people within it. "Emporer, you summoned me?" Skor said with a bow.

Skor had heard bombardments from outside, obviously from a battle near the planet. But here he was, stuck with two stormtroopers, wandering aimlessly around the imperial base. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to the two. "Report to your posts, I have business to take care of." Skor demanded. "Yes sir. Good luck" the troopers said in unison. As they walked off in the opposing direction Skor said with a sigh "Luck is a thing used to compensate for a lack of skill. Luck isn't some mystical energy floating around the universe bestowing people with success and happiness.....You make your own luck". Skor darted down the hall in search of the Emporer, to be given orders.

Skor walked off with the two stormtroopers without protest. 'I'll let him have his fun' Skor thought. He stopped to make one final remark, without turning around he said.. "If that is my fate, then so be it. Life is nothing without fighting in some form, even you Jedi know that." Skor left the corridor leaving the two alone.

'Why do you choose a life of death?' Skor was forced into thinking. Renin signaled him over, so he followed to the door as he talked. He looked elsewhere, arms crossed, and lost in thought. 'Life of death? Hah, fool. Death comes to those who need it. My search for power will raise challenges, and I will cripple all who stand in my way....All of them' Skor thought. He turned towards the two of them. "Why do I choose a life of death? I choose it because death itself is what stands in my way. I will command its power, life and death themselves will be my to control." He turned back away from the two, brushing some hair from his face.

"Come with me" Skor said to the lady Jedi. They walked for five minutes through the base without a word. Skor heard an explosion so he stopped. He looked back, and then continued forward. "You Jedi...So wise yet so many choose to come to their own demise. Can you not see the future through this 'force' everyone is speaking of? Such a powerful energy...I have felt affects of what sound similiar to it, but my knowledge about it is lacking, nor have I given a force user enough time to analyze me." Skor stopped in the hallway and looked rogueishly at the girl. "The force is a powerful tool and you chose not to die for it as your friends did, why is that?"

The sith lord and the jedi dueled at amazing speeds, such that Skor had never seen before. Their lightsabre's where whirlings streams of color, and it was like an eccentric show. Skor knew the situation was looking bleak, and more people were on their way, so he decided it would be best for him to leave while it was still an option. He saw the door the emporer left from was still open. Since he was the one Skor was here to talk with, he figured it would be in his best intrest to follow. Skor crossed his arms, looked at the battle, and walked out of the room. He saw the emporer down the hall, so he followed after him, somewhat increasing his pace. 'This power he speaks of....I want it...

Skor leaned against a wall in Barrabas' room. The heat was torture, he much preferred the cold so he made sure he was in the shadows. Skor thought 'A jedi singing in a pink suit? Lots of people getting ruthlessly killed? An offer of more power? Now I've seen everything...Damnit...Where is R8..'i Skor looked around, knowing well R8 wouldn't be there, but he assumed it to be a possibility. He had put far too much work into that infernal machine to lose it now, besides....It would prove to become quite useful later on. He relaxed himself against the walls and crossed his arms. He was interested to see the direction this was going.

Skor smelt burning flesh, something he was becoming oddly used to. He looked down at the dismembered Jedi, and kept quiet. He raised his head and looked at the Emporer. He was somewhat surprised, in the last day he had seen more ruthlessness and malice than he thought existed. He liked it. "Command it? Yes. Anything for more power. To cripple those who oppose me, and to acheive any goal.... Yes.... I want this power." Skor lifted his right hand and pulled hair on the right side of his face away, revealing a devilish grin.

Skor was walking along the base's corridor for what seemed to be days. 'Nothing but metal.' he thought. It all looked frighteningly similiar, but Skor didn't let it affec this composure. Shortly after a man in a black-grey suit came up to Skor. He was about the same height, but had a somewhat higher voice than Skor. 'Come with me, Lord Cineon summons you'. Skor nodded, and followed the guard down the hall to his left.

'Uhhh.... God damn... Skor finally came to. He rubbed his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light beside him. "Where.... Am I?" He found his shirt and cloak beside him, so he put them on and stood up. He looked around the room, which was what looked to be just an ordinary small crew room. Skor turned and walked towards the door, which automatically opened at entry. He looked left and right down the hallways, and had no idea where he was, or where he should go. He thought it would be a good idea to take a look around, so he started down the right corridor.

Skor was hurled out of the cantina without a sight of the man who did it, he was unconcious for a few moments When he came to, Skor saw a man with an ignited lightsaber destroying the cantina, causing the death of several people within the raging inferno of a building. 'Serves them right' he thought, 'They all stared at me'. The man had ripped apart the whole ship and cantina and was moving towards Skor. Skor tried to help himself up with his left arm, which was throbbing in pain. The man brought back his right arm and launched it at Skor. He tried to move out of the way but couldn't react in time. The hit had connected. *Craccckkk* Skor was back on the ground, his jaw throbbing in pain. He tried to regain some composure and managed to stumble up to a standing position. Holding his jaw word's managed to painfully escape from his injured mouth. "Heh, tough guy....Your Lord Raiden?"

What seemed to be hours passed in that Cantina. Skor didn't like large groups like this, too many minds he always thought. It lessened the amount he could focus on each particular creature. He had finished his drink long ago, but didn't care for another. Nothing could quite match up to the brew he had back at the Cantina on Coruscant. A Rodian came up to Skor and put out his hand. "Hey" he said. "You wanna take a hit?" Skor looked at his hand, and there layed 3 smalle death sticks. He looked back off into the window. "Hey, didn't you hear me? Or you too good for me?" Skor continued to ignore him. "Listen punk, say something or I'm gunna blast you into bits." Skor raise his head and stood up. "Let's see you do that." Skor remarked. The rodian brought his right hand down to his side, and reached into the handle of his blaster. Before he could even remove it from his holster, Skor reached behind himself and grabbed his energy-scythe and dismembered the rodians head from his neck. Everyone in the cantina turned and looked. Skor looked around at all of them, put his blade away and sat down. Whispers from all the people could be heard, but Skor shrugged them off. A droid working for the cantina came and disposed of the corpse, came back and cleaned up the mess. Skor stared back out into the window, looking at the sun. 'Common Raiden, my patience runs only so thin' he thought.

A shot of oil hit him in the eye. "Damned droid" he thought. He rubbed the oil off his face. Skor stood up, and glanced at his droid. He let out a quiet sigh, and walked towards the bench on the opposite side of the waiting quarters. He sat down and looked at the time. "2:23" He said. "Almost there" He threw his wrench at the droid sitting in front of him. The wrench hit with a loud crash, and with quick response the droid livened up, and started whirling around and chirping away. Skor stood up and gave a slight chuckle. "Well hello, nice of you to join me R8." 'Bweepp wherrp wheriill' "Yes yes, we should be arriving any minute." Not even 10 seconds after a voice came up on the ships intercom. We are now arriving on Cardia, please take all of your belongings and make your way off the ship. Thank you Skor was pleased, finally he was here on Cardia. He pulled out a peice of paper with two words written on it: 'Cardia, and Raiden'. He was reported to Cardia to meet with this Lord Raiden to join the empire, which was in shambles. Skor needed some credits, and he though this position could give him that, and possibly more. He walked down the main bridge and off the ship into the docking bay, R8 was following not far behind. Skor looked around, and found this place oddly eerie. He got a faint feeling he had been here before, or at least a planet very much like it. Trees were everywhere, as were machines. 'Funny, the entire galaxy is becoming like this, being overcome by machines.' Skor thought to himself. He walked out of the docking bay into the main part of the city. He looked around, looking for a large gathering of people. He didn't know Lord Raiden, or what he looked like, so this was going to prove somewhat difficult. Skor looked down at his little astromech droid. "What do you think?" Terrrp Whreel Taaa' "Hmm...Cantina would be a good place to start" Skor said. He looked to his left, and saw a Cantina ironically enough, and started towards it. This place didn't seem very populated, as there were only about 8 people in sight. That, or everyone was elsewhere. He arrived at the Cantina, and there was a sign on the wall that said in Rodian 'No droids'. He looked down at R8 and told the droid he'd have to stay there. Skor walked into the establishment. It was fairly busy, odd for that kind of day. Music was blaring by the band on stage, and several Twi'lek were dancing beside them. Skor started to walk around, through the thickness of all the people in search of a table. It would be easier to let this Raiden find him. He found an open table to the right side of the bar, and took a seat. He motioned a droid to come with a drink, and purchased one. Skor felt like he was being watched by everyone, so he pulled up his hood. He took a sip of his drink, and relaxed.

SKOR'S CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Skor Fertik Nickname: Skor Age: 17 Species: Human Height: 6'1" Weight: 176 lbs Hair: Medium length brown-red Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Neutral, more leaning towards evil. Clothing: Black tight fitting robe. Weapon: Energy-Scythe (like vibro blade but a scythe form) Force User or Non-Force User: Non-Force User (but force sensitive) Inventory: Comm Link, Republic credits, blaster pistol Posessions: R6-H8 Astromech Droid