Oblivion

The young man was very confused by the answer he was given, tilting his head even more, body now almost directly facing her as he turned his legs in her direction. An odd series of hand motions waved about the air, mind trying to comprehend how it could be.. "You mean--" Then it hit him. He was alot smarter then he appeared to be, sometimes giving into the attitudes expressed to him by his age when his intelligence far succeeded that of the average kid his age. Instead of asking another question, he plotted reasonings behind it for a few long moments before settling down, calmly nodding.. "Well, she is a God, as I recall, correct?.. Then I'm not all that surprised now. A God can do anything, as I'm sure it's well within her bounds to merely endow you with children then the physical process of commiting the act." He would only let this aspect of himself be shown periodically, not wanting to rely solely upon his brain for knowledge as he used to before. The Dark Side opened a pathway to even furthur knowledge beyond just what the human mind could comprehend and relied solely upon one's will to commit themselves to it. "But, I may be completly wrong.. I have this weird feeling about her, that Tzeentch. I don't know, but it seems like we've met before.. or will meet again sometime. Ever get that feeling when you meet someone or is that just me going furthur mad?" The young man mildly chuckled, finding himself starting to relax in the tropical environment even while inside the safety of the spacecraft..

"That's if he comes looking for me." Sitting down upon the chair, back straightening against the seat, he closed his eyes. The light from the surronding sun was strong enough to even instill a bit of warmth through the windows onto his face, being so long since he felt that kind of feeling. One hand moved over to touch the side of his face where the light rested, while the other half of his face was still cool and dark.. Enhaling a deep breathe and letting it out slowly, the young man turned his dull grey eyes back over towards the woman, tilting his head ever so slightly.. "Oh yeah? You have son.. That's solves it, then." One hand reached up by the side of his face, fingers snapping as he showed a bit of a quirky smile on his face.. "That's why you reminded me so much of my mom, you're a mother yourself. Heh, go figure.." He then settled back that one hand, eyes peering back to the tropical surrondings for moment before turning back to her. "Who's the lucky father?"

"He has killed your own learners?.. --I, um, I don't know what to say." More was being revealed about this John Skywalker that he never had a grasp over, never knew his full name until she recalled it from past experiences in his dealings. This man must have a power as great to touch the hearts and minds of other great and powerful people such as this woman that held him in captivity for the time being. As their ship came in, the young man that accompained the Jedi Master idly watched out from an outer view of the tropical paradise before him. Even in the most clouded of state he was mentally in, the area peeked his interest to a degree. Raising his head up from the chair, directed more towards the cockpit where she seemed closest to, he called back to her.. "What is this place?.. Why are we here?" Never did it cease him to ask more questions upon the current matter at hand, for he was, in a very literal sense, lost most the time. He had hardly any room for structure other then with the Sith which seemed to get farther and farther away from his grasp upon, part of himself and his thoughts still dwelling on his Master.. The Dark Side elluded him for the time being, unable to focus upon it's presence while within the same close quarters with Skye. The natural light that she professed dilluted his own sense of concentration, not needing to rely on it's powers for the time being since everything was being taken care for him like a child.

"Yes, thank you.." Generously taking up the fruit shake, he hung himself over the cabin area, trying to relax as best as possible. The whole ordeal did take something out of him, but he tried to stay resiliant for many different reasons. Every once and again, he'd pour a small portion down his throat, consuming in a much more polite fashion then the ravenous frenzy before.. "Whelp, that's a good thing to know you won't kill me. But I still don't look down upon about what he did to me. It was an honor for me to carry the bomb, to feel a purpose in life to do someone's will for a greater cause then myself.." "Despite his appearances, he is a good man.. Atleast I think. I'm not sure sure now, but I know he is brave, cunning, and powerful; aspects I admire. As for his past, I am not sure.. I'm not quite sure about alot of things anymore, come to think of it." For a while, he fell silent, absorbed in thought, taking in what she said earlier about his life being his own. For the longest time, it never felt that way; even now..

The process was interesting, feeling an invisible hand touch his mind and just as quickly release. Releasing his hands as he heard her speak, the young man ruffled with his eyes a bit before leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.. "Eh, you may be right.. My Master is far beyond me in weapon prowess and in the aspect of the Dark Side. I know that is a very hard life to follow.." His voice was very emotional, showing the effort taken into the discussion with his full heart. Then, something inside him reset, clicking back to normal function. Eyebrows fixed over his eyes, now coping to the comment in a completly different way.. "Or you might be full of crap. Either way, I'm intrigued.. Let's make a promise.. If I can make it out of here alive, then I'll follow what you said about the shadows and the light. Deal?" Even though he took to the conversational so casually now, there was something about his voice that redeemed his qualities in some way; a kind of message that no matter how evil or wicked he could possibly amount to, could never lie about such a thing like their topic. He even went as far to stick out his left hand to meet the distance between them, eyes now locked in a solid stare with her own.

His first natural reaction was a bit squimish, that viral word having many contexts that dwelled some morbid thoughts. He had studied vast contexts of medical history of his people on Maykyr, some with ghastly effects and images. Lightly shaking his head side to side, swaying his neck come back around to stare into the deep eyes of the other man, eyes glosted with a certain look of concern.. "A plague?.. --No, I was not aware of this. Do we know it's contexts? Is it airborne?" Although, before the experiences with being with the Sith, the idea of unleashing a plague seemed far beyond comprehension. Yet, there was a certain distilled pleasure that came from the thought, a tainted thought that suffering and pain was being held in the masses. With this, he became furthur filled with the dark side, allowing that part of him to feel not squimish towards the word; rather, embracing it.. "I'm sure it would be to our advantage rather then a disadvantage if we are to take Coruscant.. which, I assume, is the plan?" Swiveling his head side to side, he took a moment to peer into the other three men's eyes with his own grey orbs, eyebrows shifting ever so slightly as he did so. The long silver hair that cut down from the side partially covered one eye, allowing them to focus on his left eye and, most importantly, the bit of satircal grin he could not bring himself of to remove from his facial features..

"..Lord Exodus, was it?" He obpted to shake the other man's hand, feeling some familiarity between their ages and thus easier to relate to on a personal level. There was a tinge of laughter towards the end of his words, to which he covered his mouth and shook his hand in the air outwardly very apologetically. "Excuse me.. I just associated the word 'Exodus' with a funny thought. My name is Tethyn, Tethyn Valor.." It was at this point the two broke off from the handshake, himself standing up right while leaning most his weight on his back foot. His elbows bent outwards, wrists resting upon either side of his waist while the lone Sith saber that had been drawn into his right hand's grasp ever since he received it was angled off to the side.

Stepping off from the ship, he could feel the familiar cold underneath his cloak. He felt the cool breeze sweep up under him as he stepped down onto flagship, tight leather boots meeting the dark slick ground of the hangar bay. Wonderful grey eyes gazed about with a bit of smile upon his face, steps intrailing behind the elderly man.. After he spoke his words, the young man cleared his own voice, right hand still clinging onto to the Sith saber as if it had been wielded permenantly to his finger's grasp. In a lower, yet still upbeat tone of voice, he recalled.. "Has something pleased you, Master?.. Your presence seems more vivid all the sudden. Maybe it's just me, but I can feel something stronger in the air now.. Something alluring.." Hiding either arm underneath his cloak, mimicing the man to some degree as he walked slowly with a certain undying grace. Every now and again, he'd exchange looks to the other Imperial personelle, dauting the same smile to each of them followed with a synical grin. Their reactions were too priceless, turning stone faced and peering away. How delightful...

The inedpt skill that was lacking showed in how he treated the blade, moving the handle around with not much form. It would take a while before he learned the true weight of the saber, how it moved with the gentle twists of his wrist, and most importantly, how it would be an extension of the dark side to his own willl. Glaring up at the man, he heard about the ritualistic bleeding, not entirely sure the significance, but he learned to try and push that logical side of his brain out. He did not want to be concerned with the impossible anymore.. The lower end of the handle was sharp enough for the end to cut his hand, scraping across the skin around his middle finger. He let the bit of blood gather before smearing the smooth crimson along one side, letting it seap deep into the metallic frame and become stained with his blood. "Jedi?.." That word took a moment to process, a word that was familiar, but entirely unsure. Then, it hit him. In the books, it was described as their nemesis, the faction that nearly wiped the entire Sith race many years ago. "So they do exist still then... Well, nothing better then the present." Moments before they left, one hand scooped up the fallen armor, Sith blade in hand, as the duo made their way to the ship. Carrying himself inside, he found a place to sit down, praticing igniting and distinguishing the Sith blade while learning more about the armor as well.. I feel alive again.. This is so much better then reading for the rest of my life.

There conversation ended a bit abruptly, the apparhesion fading the moment the weaponry dropped. He literally gasped, being broken of the bond and being casted onto the floor. Rubbing his neck slightly, he returned back to the living current world, now face to face with weaponry. "Coruscant?.. What for?" The young man instantly got the feeling he would not be answered, rather being bent to the rulings of his Master. Yet, it was a good feeling. It allowed him a certain possession, a goal to achieve the point of recognition from the older man. Brining himself back up, he dusted his clothing up, immediately taking up the Sith saber. "Hmm.. Yes, yes. I like this. What does it do? Teach me everything. I want it all." Smirking a tad bit, his demeanor had certainly changed since the conversation with the dead. He told him to be more assertive, a trait commonly reverred amoungst the Sith, the ability to take charge. He also admired it, allowing the feeling to fill his body and absorb him..

As the young man sat there, along the cold ground of the long forgotten Korriban temple, there was a voice that came to him. It was odd, almost familiar, yet it seemed so strange. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on ends, feeling a chilled breeze as they made their spiritual connection.. Boy, boy.. Yes, you. Address me when I address you.. Keeping his eyes closed, the young man could also be seen mumbling infront of him. It was still very strange, but as their conversation moved on, he got more adept to talking to the dead.. "Yes, yes. I am here.. Who are you?" That does not concern you.. The only thing that to be of concern if you.. Why are you here?.. "Well, I'm-- my name is Tethyn and.. I cam looking for the unknown. A greater force beyond what I have been used to being told only in books.." Do you believe it now? What you're hearing, what you're feeling.. everything around this place. Do you feel the dark side of the Force? "I do, I do.. it's just--" Just what?.. Don't hesitate when you speak. Be proud of your lineage, Sith.. "Sith?.. Me? I am?.." In time, it will feel more comfortable. It will be.. The duo talked, mumbled, even laughed at parts at times. The man's voice was wise and humorous, something inviting for once.. It was nice to have a chat with him.

He could feel the voice of his Master, surging and pusling in his mind that gave him a certain.. mind set, if you will. It rolled off the tongue, in a sense, and instilled a certain quality to go about the training. He needed to be firm, yet lucrative. Concentrating while his mind was still roaming on bigger, better things, to achieve certain higher powers. It was to put yourself on a higher plane then everyone else, a common trait when dealing with the Dark Side. Taking a moment to calm himself down, breathing in and out, he started back up again. Keeping the older man's words in mind, he felt through all the whispers and scrambled speech.. Minutes would pass where he could hear them speaking. Almost instanteous, ears perking up, he smiled with eyes still closed.. "It's it.. Yess.. I hear them. They speak to me.."

After a while, the sickness subsided, feeling more swayed by the man's words to follow the commands brought upon him. Settling both legs down, he could feel himself try and take time to concentrate through meditation, even though it seemed a tad out of the ordinary to do. Well, the Dark Side was also far out of the ordinary.. making some kind of remote sense. The fantasic act commited infront of him stirred thoughts to dwell upon the source of power, to be fed from surrondings and take in their energy. It seemed quite a hard task. Letting both eyes sink low, being covered by eyelids, he started to feel more.. detatched from his body, letting something else in, a colder deeper sense.. Whispers started to flow through his head like wild fire, spitting random incoherient sentences and phrases that he was not familiar in a lanuage he had ever been accostumed to. The process prolonged like this, not entirely sure what was going on, causing him to speak up while squatted on the blood tarnished floor. "I hear just--.. faint speaking. That's it.. Nothing more."

The harsh conditions of the outside environment seemed much calmer inside the vast Temple of Korriban after crossing it's broken doors, still part of the harsh winds outside entering through large cracks gathered overtime across the large structure. Huddling his arms across one another, stretching the material of his cloak across his body, the young man continued to trace the steps of his now Master, his name still unknown.. Standing idly, noticing as he came in a rotted smell, he would just peer around in the darkness, chills running up and down his spine. Even as the man talked, he felt like he was now trapped in a haunted house, far worst then the likes of the Sith Temple in Cardia, which was draped with an eerie presence.. Although he had his doubts, there was one word that stuck out in his mind that the man spoke of. It had confirmed his ideals and travels to the Temples, one of the many reasons he journeyed to find more about it.. The Force. Nodding his head slowly, he drew a more confident, mannered voice, while his body still shook.. "Yes.. I am aware of this 'Force' labeled to me by various articles collected by an elderly man. He seemed to stack volume upon volume of books often viewed as demonic and ill tempered, myself, finding them fascinating. Entire chapters were made on the Force, labeling it's fabeled presences.. the Dark Side peeking my interest.." "I have defintly felt something.. in the air. A sixth sense tingling, persay.. But I can't put my finger upon what--" It was at this time the lights suddenly flashed open, flooding his view with the true nature of his surrondings. Mangled corpse of foreign creatures, rotting flesh and bone, horded ontop and strayed across the floor in which he walked upon. Feeling a sudden and hard cringe in his stomache, the young man fell to his knees, lurching his head over to the side as he expelled vomit downwards.. After a series of hacks and vomiting, he felt himself being carried back up, eyes worn with fatigue as he said in a light mannered voice.. "Why would you show me all of this?.." He could barely stand, only being held up by a Force unknown to him that gave him strength through fear...

The Myrkr Standard-LC40 Shuttlecraft was not made to handle such variable atmospheres as the one handled on this new planet of, 'Korriban', that had avoided even his extenstive planetary system knowledge. The ship's technology had long since been outdated to the modern world, its framework and build designed to handle certain moderate conditions in the environment. This.. wasn't one of them. It came in already breaking way, the outer construction barely holding up as hot metal pulled back with the ease of the throttle. Careening in a large downward spiral, easing up the flaps of the hefty tube-like figure to land belly first along the dry ground. Wisps of sands shoveled up on either side of his side, rather lodging it in place then a formal landing. Lucky, the hatch could still open up, pushing the ground material to either side to create an opening for him to exit the ship. The young man was not prepared in the least bit for this kind of endeavor, unsure until a few minutes ago what he'd be faced on the planet. It was a sea of shriveled earth, latent with few signs that living creatures still served on it's surface. Covering his face with a forearm, he pressed on through the wind, guided only by what unearthy patterns were along the ground made by the man preceeding his enterance.. The sky was a mixture of greys, varying from dark to darker.. A certain kind of third party presence was felt with each step he took, tingling his sixth sense as he felt invisible eyes watching over him.. Although, honestly, with a vibrant funneling wind of sand splashing against your face, your attention would be mainly focused on avoiding the majority of the blast, especially to the eyes, before worrying about the super natural. He could feel a deeper feeling inside his gut as suddenly the wind broke for a brief period of time to see the scenary in the background. Tips of sculpted volcanic structures stood high above the land, etching the dark sky with their own long, spiraling top structures that could be perceived as evil looking.. to him, it was.. fascinating. Furthur he would walk on, one arm actually taking the side of his tattered cloak to move it back across his shoulder and shield his face, the other arm tucked underneath to steady it. Where he was going and for how long was uncertain, the only thing that was certain was the leading trail the older man made to guide his way.. nothing else.

The words between the two figures exchanged made neither sense or held any meanings in the young man's ears, yet he would listen on. He could feel the walls of darkness start to shift into clarity, eyes taking in exactly what they looked like. It was a woman and man, some kind of obvious disagreement going on between the two that did not quite concern him.. Tethyn was a stranger to this world, to the lifestyle of the Sith. When he heard them discuss the boy's future, he began to rise as if to add a word into the conversation. Back lurched up, raising a finger in the air, starting to dart a few words inch-wise. "Well, I'd be--" ..As he started to go on, he could feel the older man grasp tight at his collar, bringing the expanable suit he wore up off him and expanding it, feet dangling below him off the ground. It was not just sheer strength that lifted him, the very presence he exuded beckoning his body to become more placid and receiving, giving little to no resistance out of fear. "Boy find yourself a ship... we head for Korriban." His head bobbed up and down prefusely, breaking off in a high pitched voice, stating.. 'Ye--Ye.. Yes, m'Lord." ..before being casted back down to the ground with the same fury. Something put him on edge, feeling it was something not concerning him, most likely doing with the arguement. A shakey hand rubbed the outer lining of his throat, gulping down hard before gathering himself back off the very ground he was casted upon. His head looked towards the woman, long silver locks of hair falling flat against the right side of his face as he spoke, lowering his eyes to her.. "Tha--Thank you." .. raising them back off. He could tell she was not in any better a mood as the man, scurrying off just as quickly as he said the statement, running out the large temple doors in which he entered from. Reclaiming his downed ship, he nervously jumped in, sealing the top of the hatch before making an aerial ascent directly upwards, peering off at an angle then rocketing up into the deep sea of Space.. Right as he lifted off, fingers gently tabbed around for a planet called 'Korrban', unusually hard to find until a foreign signal beamed it into his navi-computer. He paused to reflect just before he left Cardia.. Whelp, better get there as quick as possible.. I believe tardiness would get me killed in this situation.

"..Who is it?... Who's there?..." He jumped back, swearing there was something or someone nearby that startled him. His heart pumped vigorously blood all across his body, adrenanline coarsing through his veins as an exposed hand clutched his chest as effort to keep his heart from jumping out from his chest. Feet angled side to side, twitching about as the darkness held firm illusions created in his mind... The head of a beast, eyes red and vibrant as blood, was made in the dark abyss as his own mind began to be manipulated by the mysterious powers that lay latent all around the Temple... ..Then he sighed, the figment of his imagination seemingly began to disperse, Tethyn's body coming to ease. He breathed solemnly in and out, releaved that the image of the beast's head was just that; a figment of his imagination. Just as he relaxed, there was a sudden powerful tug on his right shoulder, giving away his balance and causing him to lean back on the opposite foot. The young man struggled to turn his head towards the loud and angry voice, face almost in pure shock. Falling over from the muscle spasms cause by the shock, he picked himself back up only to turn around and look at him with a blank, sheet white face from the floor. He noticed the blood pouring from either side of his mouse. Tethyn scurried back away from him, eyes wide open as he tugged with both arms against the dark red carpet to crawl back more and more... "I.. I.. I don't know! I don't know! Just please, please, don't hurt me!..." He was not used to the darkness as this new figure was, what the boy saw steadily worst then what a normal student of the dark side would see. Tethyn just saw the fiery hot anger explode around him, the intense presence he held causing illusionary fire to roll from his words and disperse in the air in hot flames. Clasping both arms over his face, he braced whatever impact would come from this new demon faced, more than certain it was not just his imagination he dealt with...

So many choices were his to make, to be dealt with when he deemed most appropriate. Although so small they were, they were choices that were made to innevitably blind him of true dealings behind the young man's back. For too long had this happened, too long for him to be dished out meager information that was just a stopper in his strive for true knowledge. Being a student in the Myrkr Academy from an early age was hard enough to deal with. Men and women, some twice his age, looked up to what he had to say and what he could contribute to the classes he attended. While their curosity was fine and pure, there were professors who felt threatened by this boy who sought to challenge all their existing theories, a task no one had done before, especially a human. Instead of embracing the furthur contribution to the curriculum, the staff at the institution expelled him under a law that few knew about and that some questioned on it's true existance based on it's farfetched acclaims. None the less, he was asked to leave the institution, an act that also banished him socially amoungst his friends and family. There was no other choice, but to take himself from the planet he grew to know and to love and leave forever. To where, he was not certain until two weeks before he left. An elderly man stopped him on the street, supposively knowing his name and requested his presence in the man's chambers. Normally, this sort of act would not go well with him, but for some reason, the younger man felt inclined to. The elderly man's complex was no larger than his bathroom, yet it was filled to the ceiling with books and artifacts that even he, Tethyn Valor, had not even heard of nor read himself. The holo-sensitive casings in which the articles were sealed in opened up to him at the slightest touch, revealing information he was clueless about. The elderly man told him to look through all his books, for he would find something that would spark his interest more than the standard spoonful of inforamtion he had been fed to at the institution. For days upon days, he read through the many chapters of wonderous tales of old folklore known as the Sith. They were a proud race not bound by blood yet were bound together by it. They were capable of the highest powers in the galaxy, yet each legendary Sith warrior seemed to die of his own devices, each downfall resulted of the one flaw that stood out amoungst all their strengths. The final book he read was the Ressurection of the Sith, the book inscribed in the elderly man's name that inlisted the recent history of the Sith up until the present. Tethyn was astonished to know that there were true beings that still existed to this day that were of the Sith, believing before hand that they had all been killed. As he asked the question, the elderly man looked more weary than his usual dealings with a condition that led him into exile. He would not reveal what, but he soon laid dying at Tethyn's feet, asking with his last breathe to go to a place only rumored about. He held a small navichip in his hand, opening it up with his last bit of energy, before life leaked out of his body for the last time. Saddened by what had occured, although they knew one another for only a little while, he still felt attached to the elderly man. He was the only one to show him something selflessly, only to teach him with just that in mind and not require more of him with such knowledge. Resting the man's body on his bed and closing the door, Tethyn stood outside with the navichip in hand.. He finally knew what he must do from there. He began arranging what belongings he could, besides some of the holo-sensitive books, clothing, and food for the trip. He had made sufficent funds acting as a tutor for the ones who admired his knowledge, enough credits to buy him these things and a sufficent spacecraft. It was a Myrkr Standrd-LC40 class shuttle that would be enoughto get him to where he needed to go. Packing all that he had in the back and targeting the controls with the light strokes of his fingertips, the young man learned quickly on how to pilot the craft enough to breach the ship from planet's atmosphere and enter into deep space through hyperspace... ~ Now, it was just him and the navichip. A day's travel through hyperspace led him nearby the planet pointed on by the navichip. Cardia, a planet that revolved around darkness and was concealed by all others means of navigation, besides the chip he had been given. Settling down in it's new atmosphere, landing nearby the large structure indicated on the chip, the yoiung man brought himself slowly out from the cockpit to gaze up at the wonderous structure. The Temple that I had been told.. It looks like just as how I imagined in the books. Merely being nearby it's presence was enough to run his cold cold, yet his body remained warm. Part of him embraced the new adventure, the new journey into the unknown that was only perceived as legend before. His heart raced as he made entryway towards the large gates. His form was huddled close together, arms wrapped around torso, the tight material he wore keeping him insulated and warm, but he felt internally cold somehow. Managing enough strength and will power to draw up a single hand from underneath his armpit, a finger stroked gently back and forth in a quick series of taps against the metallic frame of the colossal doors before retreating back into the solitary pit of warmth under his arm. Within seconds the doors gave way with a loud, resounding screech, an unknown force stirring him to move forward inside. Contemplating on entering, he instead took one final precaution by holding one arm and leg inside, and the other outside. He could feel greater warmth and desire hanging in the hallways, an alluring presence that beckoned him closer and closer. Giving in to it's desires, he quickly moved his feet a good few meters inside before the doors clasped shut behind him. Peculiar.. Very peculiar.. The long grey cloak that hung loose over his tight framed body concealed all, but his head when he hunched over. Tethyn would gaze with clouded grey colored eyes to the long and arched ceiling, noticing demonic artificats and statues along the long, red pathway below his feet. Suddenly, the path seemed to stop. There was but an empty darkness in his way, to which he was not sure about. Craning his head lower and outwards, he gave a decent pitched call into the darkness, unsure of who or what may be in there.. "Hello?... Is anybody in there..?.. Can you hear me?.." Coiling back, he drew his frame closer inwards, eyes widened in alert on what could happen next..

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Tethyn Arcanus Valor Title: Darth Oblivion Age: 19 (Viewed in early 20's) Species: Human Height: 5' 10" Weight: 160 Hair: Silver / Light Eyes: Deep Violet Sex: Male Homeworld: Myrkr Alignment: Chaotic Evil Clothing/Armor: Free-form Armor - Empowered by the latest alchemic creations the now esteemed Krath has taken up, it is the prized gambit of his awe inspiring collection of enhanced weaponry and tools. Idle beneath his own garments, the fantastic organic material was forged with hardened properties, a living soul wielded into the very fiber line to enduce a quality that borders the living. It can react, reform, and meld into any shape it desires within its quantity. Sturdy enough to block cortosis buckshot at point blank, strong as to to withstand the sheering force of a lightsaber, it is the pinnacle of Krath design. Only products that could compare to his own creations would be that of his master, the only other Krath with enough potential to do so. This same design is also attributed to the Mad Admiral, who adorns the first prototype of the module before this was created as a special personal project of Oblivion's. Weapons: The Sidewinder - Image: http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/1699/sidewinder6vo.jpg The two rods were designed to protrude out like snake fangs within a split second two feet out, then to be retracted back. The same chemicals used in the Lanvarok accompanied this new design which Tethyn promptly had named, The Sidewinder, based on the fact that the rods would actually coil up around one another before being sent out. They acted also as an form of injection, gapping a three inch hole in diameter to whatever target regardless of shape or material, and could make a hole four inches deep, instaneously releasing the toxans inside to the victim. The Lanvarok - Image: http://theforce.jaymach.com/images/SithLanvarok.jpg The Lanvarok looked on the outside primarily the same, still with the same snake being engraved on the top, but inside was entirely different. By condensing the discs size to small portions, it left room for the chemicals he ordered to be store over the discs. It brewed together a thick, green liquid that was carried through a series of tubes to spread over the discs and, on will, be pumped through the front end by the assistance of hydraulics. This weapon has the unique property by the way its made and fired not be sensed by the Force while the discs that are fired are airborne. The Winged Blade - Soul Eater As precious and wonderous in design as the free-form armor, the Soul Eater is the echelon of Oblivion's total experiments. Another brillant meld of both alchemy and metallurgy, the three-foot seven centimeters blade arches an impressive tip that tappers in a curve along the hilt. Embued with the souls collected from various realms around the galaxy, including the cursed world of Nhagathul, the chaotic blade has enormous potential beyond what it boasts visually. Abled to be called upon with the simple act of the dark side's deeper cullings, the act only a Sith Master who has forged the very blade itself may do, it resides within his own shadow. Although it is not his immediate tool of destruction, often going through different spells and countermeasures before resorting to close combat, it carries a certain finesse and fear that will easily render the largest of opponents to their knees. Inventory: Whatever is acquired. Posessions: Myrkr Standard-LC40 Shuttlecraft, Black Plated A-Wing. Other: While he is very much human, by the way his face appears, he can take on a far more younger adolescent look. Through the Dark Side, he has learned to manipulate these powers, altering his face depending on mood and situation to look far younger or far older. Force User: Yes. Rank: Sith Master