Notorious

”œYou have accepted your fate and I commend you on that. On this day my blade shall run deep into your flesh and forever shall I be known as the man that has ended Achzets life. Its truly a pity that the child escaped”¦ oh how I wished to place his blood upon your flesh.”

Maultros came blasting through the atmosphere of Tatooine in a transport shuttle, he had wanted a change from Kamino and what better place can you choose than a barren wasteland planet. Piloting the shuttle over the city Marcellus noticed that several people had gathered in the Cantina, he would have to check out what all the commotion was about. Then he caught it, the signature of the one. ”œACHZET!”¦ Oh the time has come. There shall be Jedi blood spilt on the sands of Tatooine by nightfall! I promise that.”

Marcellus had been waiting for a response from Master Dagon, but one never came. Understanding that the Sith Master most likely had more important things at hands than to see him, gathering his things Maultros decided that he would find something to help him pass the time. Making his way up the loading ramp of the transport shuttle Marcellus boarded the ship and prepped to take off. A change of scenary would be nice”¦ perhaps Tatooine will be nice this time of year. The thought brought a sly grin across the lips of Maultros, who knew that Tatooine was a wasteland no matter what time of year it was. As the ship lifted from the launchpad and began to exit the atmosphere of the planet Marcellus sent a quick message to the Sith Master that he had been waiting for. ”œMaster Dagon, I have gone to the planet Tatooine. There is something I must take care of. I shall return shortly.”

The planet of Kamino was like nothing the Sith Lord had ever seen before, water as far as the eye could see and beyond what it couldn't. The grotesque figure of Marcellus rose from his slumber amongst the rags that covered the floor of the stolen spaceship that he had taken to transport the virgins for Dagon. The menace looked around the ship trying to remember where he had placed his cloak. With quiet feet the Sith made his way throughout the ship, silently searching for the final piece of his wardrobe. Opening the locker entitled ”œCaptain”

Piloting the transport shuttle down to the surface of Kamino, Lord Maultros had accomplished his task in a fairly quick fashion and was ready to gain his reward, whatever it was. Opening the loading door Marcellus ordered all of the women off of the ship, and told them to follow him. Making his way through the halls the group finally had made their way into the Dark Lord's chambers, where two others were waiting. Stepping into the light Maultros gestured for the fourteen virgins to enter the chamber, as they moved into the room the Sith Lord smiled. ”œHere are the thirteen women you requested, Master Dagon. I have brought an extra for your own desires or needs.”

Blasting through space, Maultros along with the fourteen virgins he had collected on Corellia were on their way to meet up with Dagon. Pressing the hyperdrive button, the transport ship rocketed off through space.

Flying down to the surface of Corellia the Interceptor was brought to a swift landing just outside of what appeared to be some kind of temple. Opening the cockpit and leaping from the pilot seat Maultros landed softly on the ground, a spring in his knees as he rose from the impact. Striding to the temple doors the Sith Lord received a message from a Master Dagon, and now he knew what had brought him to this place. Opening the doors and entering the temple Maultros quickly realized what this place was. This is some kind of prayer temple. These people have come to serve their gods, their creators. They shall do just fine. Thought the Sith Lord as he made his way through the halls of the Monastery. When he had finally made his way into the main chamber of the temple, Maultros found a group of nearly thirty women kneeling before an alter praying. Making his way over to them he tapped on the shoulder of one of the youngest, freshest looking women. Before the women were able to catch a glimpse of the Sith Lord's flesh, Maultros had taken control of her mind and had ordered her to the passenger ship that was located outside. Uttering a few words and a simple wave of the hand allowed Maultros to do wonders with the minds of the virgins in the temple. Continuing this several times the Sith Lord was able to get fourteen of the women to successfully give into his requests and board the ship. Exiting the temple on the heels of the last virgin, Maultros quickly made his way to the ship and was soon up into the air streaking towards the stars.

Piloting his Tie Interceptor through the depths of space Lord Maultros could feel something in the air around him. Almost as if someone or something was calling out to him, feeling a sudden urge to head to Corellia the Sith Lord rocketed through space on a direct route to the planet he envisioned. He didn't know exactly what to do when he got there, but that would be for him to figure out in time. << To Corellia >>

...I'm retarded... Wrong Alias Again

Soaring through deep space Lord Maultros piloted his TIE Interceptor in hopes of taking part in the battle over Coruscant. He didn't want to be the only one not there, and the Sith and Empire needed his help. So he would give it to them.

The transport shuttle came flying into the atmosphere of Cardia like a flash of lightning. As it came to an expert landing and the door slid open smoke filled the area around the transport, creating a veil of smoke. Marcellus stepped out of the ship and looked up at the temple that he hadn't been to in quite sometime. It had been ages since he had been to these hallowed grounds, not since his Lordship. Shaking his head the Sith cleared his head and looked around for the boy that he had come to see. "Where the hell is this boy at." Said the Sith Lord as he surveyed the temple with the force trying to find the pilot of the rare TIE Intercepter that he had come for. Lord Maultros was getting tired of searching for the missing child, so he sat down and began to meditate. Climbing onto the roof of the transport shuttle Marcellus sat down with his legs crossed. It wasn't your normal meditation though, his body trimmered and he was constantly sweating. His flesh was burning hot and his anger was boiling, the Sith Lord was attempting to push his mind to further extremes than normal. Focusing on the space around him Marcellus searched once more for the boy that he had come for. Reaching out through space Lord Maultros hoped to find the child and finally gain what it is that he so badly wants. Suddenly it happened, the picture of the TIE Intercepter came into his mind and it was heading his way. Keeping his mind on the child Marcellus was able to watch him until he landed just two hundred yards away from him. Opening his eyes Lord Maultros allowed light to once again touch his sensitive pupils, which forced the Sith Lord to squint his eyes. Rising from his position on the transport shuttle Marcellus leapt from its roof, landing softly and continuing his stride as if the twenty something foot drop didn't hinder him in any way. Approaching the boy Lord Maultros had a sinister grin on his face, which was the only thing visible from the shadow of his hood. "Quite a ship you have there... would you mind if I took if for a spin?" Marcellus questioned as he pushed back his hood with the force and allowed his fleshless skull to be seen. The boy didn't really know what to do at the sight of the Sith Lord, his arm went into a shaking frenzy along with his knee. When he tried to speak he hesitated. "Mister... That ship was given to me by my father, and I am not going to let you fly it. Only because I can't ride with you, it only sits one." The Sith Lord's grin grew into a bright smile whenever the boy spoke and Marcellus could sense the fear in the boy's voice. Lord Maultros then began to close the gap between him and the pilot, and as he did the Sith spoke with words that would send the boy into a panic. "Boy. I'm taking your ship, if you have any thing you want to do about it I'd advise you not to. For it would be your end.”

As much as he wanted to go and craft a new weapon of destruction, the Sith Lord could feel himself being pulled to a different direction. There was something happening in the distance of the galaxy and Marcellus wanted to investigate, but first he would need a space craft and not just any spaceship. He wanted an Imperial Remnant's TIE Intercepter, the last time he had seen one there was a pilot at the Cardia temple that flew young hopefuls that were waiting training around for a price. "I must go to Cardia... and meet that boy." Lord Maultros said as he watched a lost transporter land in hopes of getting directions from the Sith Lord. Approaching the eager pilot Marcellus looked into the man's eyes and read his soul. When the Sith Lord spoke it nearly scared him to death. "You will let me have your ship, or you will die. Simple yes?" After the pilot had a chance to collect himself he wasted no time going and firing up the ship for the Sith Lord. When Marcellus took the helm and began to fly towards the stars the man still remained inside. Looking back at him Lord Maultros smiled as he flicked his wrist once. The door opened. Flicking his wrist a second time the man's feet lifted from the ground and he was thrown from the ship, he could be heard screaming all the way to the ground. Which is when silence fell back over the ship as the door slid shut and Marcellus flew off away from the dead planet of Korriban.

Ignore... again... Wrong Alias

The Sith Lord had waited patiently for a response from Achzet, but the Jedi was to much of a coward to accept his challenge. A sly grin spread across the fleshless face of Lord Maultros as he lifted his chin from his chest. He had been taken for a fool and that would Marcellus wouldn't stand for it, his mind was caught in a frenzy and his body boiled with rage. ”œBWWAAAAAHHHH”

Lord Maultros had sensed the arrival of Master Kirlocca and Durandal. Whenever they entered the cave and confronted young Achzet Marcellus remained silent through it all, he could sense the weakness in his apprentice. He had felt it since the moment the boy had shed the tear after confronting his father in that dream world. Once Daedric had placed the kick firming into his chest and sent the Sith Lord flying, Marcellus hit the wall and shook off his impact within moments. Reaching out through the force the Sith Lord sent the traitor a message. You will die for what you have done on this day”¦ and I swear on my own life that your head shall be the first that I take. At this very moment I challenge you to a duel to the death, my life being at your mercy if you win, but if I am to come out the victor than your life will be placed into my hands. Rising from his position on the ground Marcellus looked around to find that the three men had left. Lord Maultros knew that his apprentice had converted back to the light, he had expected such a thing out of the weakling. Ki Hoiz wasn't worthy of the name Daedric that he had been given and the boy would never grow to be a true warrior. Allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips Marcellus began to make his way out of the cave, as he came to the exit the Sith Lord noticed a rather large chunk of metal. Using his lightsaber, Lord Maultros shaved off a decent piece of the block and took it with him. It would prove to make a spectacular saber hilt in the future.

Once his apprentice had taken his position Marcellus couldn't help but to smirk at the sight of Daedric's lacking defense. The copper glow from his dual sabers and the menacing grin spread across his lips made the Sith Lord resemble a demon, a creature of pain. Bursting out into laughter Marcellus twirled each of his sabers, the left following closely behind the right. The sound of the twirling blades echoed through out the cave and as the Sith Lord crossed them sparks were sent flying in the direction of Daedric. ”œBwahahahahaha”

Lord Maultros had been caught off guard by the amount of force applied by Achzet and had been sent flying into the cave wall. As he slid down its rocky surface and came to rest waist deep in the water that had recollected in the base of the cave Marcellus smiled as the pain coursed through his aching body. His apprentice had surprised him and that is all that he hoped for. ”œGood”¦”

Once, Achzet had descended the stairs that led to the waterhole that Marcellus had been waiting in, the Sith Lord smiled as he let loost a giant beam of water that collided with the apprentice and sent him flying against the wall. Keeping the beam of water on the hopeful Lord Maultros toyed with his apprentice. "Here is where your test beings young one. The beam of water is pushing down on you, much like the pressure from life and constant struggle for the things that you want in life." Continuing the blast of water by recycling the offspray Marcellus kept his apprentice at bay. Use the force young one... escape from the flow of water.

The sound of splashing water and the hum of lightsabers slicing through the air echoed through the cave. Lord Maultros danced about in the water using the force to aid him in his various flips and footplants on the walls of the cave. Coming to rest in the middle of the water Marcellus held his arms out to his sides and released his grip on the cylinders that emitted the copper blades. While the blades crept back into their casing Lord Maultros was reaching out through the force, feeling the hatred in the air, drawing upon every bit of emotion that he could find. Including that of young Achzet above him. Just hurry here... Lord Maultros sent the thought message to his apprentice as he reached out the the hatred and angression the he had gathered from himself, the earth, and young Achzet. Pushing it out from his body Marcellus pushed the water away from his figure creating a rift in the water all the way across the cave. Lifting the water through the force Marcellus pulled it into a ball in front of him and held it there, awaiting the moment his apprentice came into sight. "Here is where his true test begins... if he can impress me here than we shall continue, but if not then he shall die here in this cave hidden beneath the water that I currently wield." Whispered the Sith Lord to himself as he awaited young Achzet

Marcellus stood in the base of the cave cloaked in darkness. Standing in water knee deep Lord Maultros looked around him, the veil of darkness hiding many of the aspects of the cave from plain sight but through the force Marcellus was able to see through the dark. "Daedric better not disappoint..." Whispered the Sith Lord to himself as he withdrew the two colbalt cylinders from his robe. Clicking the buttons located halfway down its shaft Marcellus ignited the copper blades and allowed them to climb forth from its the cold metal that once held them. Practicing his strikes and maneuvers with dual sabers Marcellus was quickly adapting to that style of combat and had practially cast aside the saberstaff form he had begun with. While he was doing this Lord Maultros felt his apprentice growing closer, he was yet to enter the cave however. Good... Now you must face your worst fear, I cannot be the one that chooses what you face. That is for your conscious to decide upon once you are ready.... now go forth and prove your worth to me.

Lord Maultros stepped out of the ship and his apprentice followed. Once outside the Sith Lord turned to his newly acquired apprentice and then looked towards the vast forests that surrounded them. Thinking upon what he wanted Achzet to do, Marcellus remained silent for a short while. After decided on what his apprentice's task was Lord Maultros smiled and lifted his head to face Achzet. "Somewhere in this forest is a cave which has two levels. On the first level you will confront someone or something from your past that haunts you still to this day. Once you have defeated what it is that you fear, then you will travel down to the second level... where I shall be waiting." Said the Master before turning to leave his apprentice. Using the aid of the force Marcellus sped off into the forest. Here shall be where Achzet discovers his true self... Or it will be the place where he forever loses himself. (( Give me 3 long posts, of you finding the cave and stuff... after those three posts you can travel to the second level of the cave and meet me. ))

Marcellus smiled upon hearing that Daedric had taken the life of a Jedi; that is something that not many apprentices can claim. Lord Maultros walked over to the ship that belonged to his apprentice and motioned for him to open it. Once they were inside the ship Marcellus climbed into the driver's seat and forced Achzet into the passenger seat. ”œDaedric, hand me your lightsaber. You will not be able to wield one until you are make one of your own. If you wish to convert that one into your new one then that is fine, but until then it must remain with me.”

Marcellus bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of his newly acquired apprentice. He couldn't help but allow a smile to spread across his face as he thought about what had just transpired. Lord Maultros had just stolen a Jedi Knight from its order and converted him to the dark side, making him his new apprentice. Gesturing with his right hand Marcellus motioned for Achzet to raise from his kneeling position, once he had done so the Sith Lord looked over his the man. He was strong in body, but wasn't exactly the best physical specimen. That really didn't matter though because he could always put the man to work forcing him to put some muscle on his bones. ”œIn recognition of this day I shall give you a new name. Consider this your rebirth and I have been given the right as your Master to bestow upon you're a name, and that name will be”¦ DAEDRIC!”

Marcellus was surprised that the Jedi had made the first attempt at a blow; this was very uncharacteristic of the Jedi ways. When Achzet leapt Lord Maultros was ready. Force pulling his lightsabers from within his robe Marcellus quickly had a lightsaber in each hand. His thumbs rolled over the ignition switches causing two copper blades the crawl from the cobalt cylinders that his fleshless fingers clutched so tightly. As the Jedi attacked the Sith Lord held his ground using form X, one lightsaber for defending and the other for attacking. Standing with his left foot slightly forward and his right arm back Marcellus was able to comfortably defend the Jedi. This man doesn't know when to stop”¦ Marcellus could sense that his rival had done the unthinkable, a Jedi feeding off of his emotions. They now stood several feet from one another after Marcellus had force slammed him into the dirt, giving the Sith Lord a chance to put some room between him and his enemy. Lord Maultros could feel the hate in the man and decided to confront him, as he spoke Marcellus made his way towards the Jedi. ”œAchzet”¦ you feel the strength that anger provides don't you? You wish you could become what I have, for I am superior to you and your Jedi ways. You have trained longer than I, yet I through the power of the dark side am stronger than you.”

Lord Maultros piloted the stolen transport shuttle towards the planet on Tatooine, on its surface the presence of an old foe could be felt strongly. It had been quite some time since Marcellus had seen his rival. Achzet was man that took my arms from the elbows down; the day that I lost my arms was the day I swore to destroy that man. If I am not able to break the man physically, then I hope to break his spirit leaving him weeping in the corner afraid of his own reflection. Thought the Sith Lord as he landed the shuttle next to the ship that sat alone in the vast wasteland of Tatooine. Unbuckling the seat harness Marcellus pushed the piloting stick away from him and climbed from the cockpit leaping to the ground, which was about a twenty-foot drop. As he landed the Sith bent his knees to absorb the impact from the drop, remaining in his kneeling position for a few seconds Lord Maultros rolled his shoulders sending the sound of cracking bones echoing throughout the area around him. As he rose Marcellus spoke in a sinister tone always keeping his face hidden beneath the veil of darkness created by the hood covering his fleshless head. ”œGreetings, young Achzet. It has been quite some time”¦ hasn't it?”