Fatal

Grabbing the gun from his Master's hands, he boarded the vessel. He stared at the wonderful light display that flickered around him, he was really going to see his first battle. He looked back down at the gun. This is completely different from the glow rod he gave me earlier. Stashing the gun for later use, he sat down in one of the seats and waited until they lifted off, it was going to be a bumpy ride.

He pulled the glow rod towards him with the Force, one thing that he had learned when he was once a child under the instruction of Jasper. Pulling his hood over his head, he spoke directly to his Master. "I don't have much training, only basic intuition. When I en-trusted into someone's help, he taught me how to survive on my own. While also finding out that I held the Force, he taught me what he learned on his journeys through the galaxy." Still holding the glow rod in front of him, he waited for a response of either his Master, or the other apprentice that he just spotted.

Korriban. The Holy Necromania of the Sith. There had been many stories that were passed on through word of mouth, always becoming construed and exact opposites of the truth. That was the whole purpose, to make the fallen ranks of the Sith Champions; and to make all the Sith below them follow in their footsteps. The planets that his Master, Dagon, had taken him to had been complete opposites. This could be due to the fact of the whole mystery shrouding the Sith religion, or just due to the fact of coincidences that were apart of life. He had great training of these so called coincidences, there was the history of his family, every family had those stories, them being the black sheep of the family. Of course with every good family there was always that downside. Take for example the loveable family of Fatal's, his two siblings perfect, excelling in everything that flew in front of them. His Father so proud, then came Fatal through his mother's womb. Before he was even born, there was speculation of the evil that was about to enter the family, that's when his beloved family had given up on him. Running away at the age of 12, he seeked refuge in anyone, soon finding one of his greatest influences, Jasper McKnives. Jasper was one to always use his mind, and he led Fatal closer to the present, which was now, a Sith Alchemist. His life had been filled with mysteries, and questions, just like Korriban. Fatal, being very independent, lived by himself for a few years in between the meeting of Jasper. He knew the world and how evil it could be, but was the world really that evil? Or was it too good for itself, for the arrogant I am Groots that plagued it? That answer would come to him eventually, as for now, he wanted a story that everyone knew, right now, he wanted revenge.

*Following his Master and the other apprentice he finally noticed the other man. At first glance, the man seemed very indignant, yet very powerful. Fatal bowed. He waited until their conversation was over, he was still very eager to learn more about the Dark Side of the Force.* (Sorry, absent of the Internet this weekend.)

*Fatal nodded to his Master as he watched him descend to his melting pot. Following instructions, he took the vessel downward, watching as it emerged into the treacherous seas of Kamino. It was a quick "flight" and Fatal was pretty impressed at the beauty of these quarters that were down here. Moving into what seemed to be an empty one, he placed his bag down on the bed, and sat on the edge of it.* "It's time." His voice echoed over the walls of his dorm, this was going to be a very surreal adventure. *Sliding his bag into the closet, he stood up, took a last look around the room and left. He noticed a man that was walking toward him, this must be one of the slaves that his Master, Dagon had mentioned. Not speaking to it, Fatal began to hypothesize a background of his trainings, still awaiting the arrival of the other Apprentice so they could advance to their next stop, training.*

*Fatal's ship came in fast. Fatal had never been to the world of Kamino, and this might be one of the few times he would have a chance to see this view, so he savored it. After Fatal took it all in, his ship blasted further down to the surface, moving at unmatchable speeds that quickly came to a complete halt. His ramp lowered and he exited.* *There was a pounding rain that met Fatal with brute force as he ran into the facility where his Master had instructed him. Just clearing the threashold, he waited for both his Master, and the other apprentice.*

*Fatal nodded, and quickly ran to his ship and plugged in the coordinates, his ship blasted off to Kamino.*

*So it was time, Fatal nodded to the apprentice that was across from him, slowly opening his mouth to speak.* "If you would like brother, I can take you to Kamino." *Turning quickly on his heel, he noticed the quick blaze that spun up from the Temple into the air, his Master's ship had already taken off, the bastard was quick. Moving back to his ship, he waited for the other apprentice.*

"I am sorry Master, for I have heard of no such name here at the Academy." *Fatal then began to look around, knowing that it would be a slim chance to spot the other apprentice in the area that both him and Master Dagon were located.*

*Fatal noticed the man as he neared his position. The man's face was solid, his body heavy set, but there was something, something that made Fatal look at him again. This man was... looking for him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that Fatal had anticipated him, but words fled from his mouth, Fatal bowed, and waited for anything from the man.*

There was a quick blur as the ship, Theory, entered through the atmosphere of Cardia. Fatal was not yet accustomed of controlling a ship, he had never really even drove one before a month ago, but he had to learn. As Fatal descended lower and lower he could make out the distinct outline of the Temple here at Cardia. There was a quick flash of evil and death that flowed through Fatal's mind, it was beautiful. As he finished the once over, he thought that it would be a very excellent time to land, and enter the temple. As the ramp on his ship lowered, he stepped out. All that anyone could see was a very dark robe, walking straight. His long, clean, white hair was hidden within the hood of the robe, his red gleaming eyes looking out. He entered the temple and immediately noticed the high towers, the spikes that were lined along the outside of the temple, evil, the reason Fatal was here. As he walked further on, the inside was the complete opposite; it was beautiful, in order, everything that you would not expect. Moving deeper inside the temple, he waited, still observing the surroundings.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Fatal Nickname: " " Age: 20 Species: Human Height: 5' 4" Weight: 213 Hair: Long white hair Eyes: Sky Blue Sex: Male Homeworld: Mimban Alignment: Evil Clothing: Black Robes, usually wears hood at all times. Weapon: Sith sword, and a lightsaber (when trained of course) Force Sensitive Inventory: Credits Possessions: Small Transporter Training: (To be continued)