Königreich des Teufels - Demolished Sith Academy (Carida)

[Alora]

Alora observed as he injected the syrum before taking off his mask. Nurgle. She now had a name to his face. Upon hearing that he was doing Exodus's Master's trials, Alora had no doubt upon the outcome. He had been ... her first apprentice and one that had been... she left that thought where it was. It didn't matter any longer. Nothing did.

 

"I'm sure Exodus will do well. I've no doubt he will accomplish anything that is set him. He obviously respects you if he went to you for his trials."

 

It was interesting that her first apprentice had been bonded to Nurgle. She almost laughed at his comment.

 

"Exodus was one of a kind. The others... Draken has been Lorded. Raxeon still awaits his trials, Zad... was killed I know not why"

 

Zad hadn't even been her apprentice to begin with. He had been Slaanesh's. Her obvious talents... she could have laughed at that too. Seduction was only a tool. Her assets for conversion the only thing she felt she was used for. She shook her head, again draining her glass. The girl should be back soon with her catch... if she survived...

 

"You have something in mind?"

 

Alora raised a delicate eyebrow as she looked at him, her violet eyes still flashing, her now brunette hair loose down her back.

[Sith Wookiee]

Tarfuda walked through the jungle feeling the web of the darkside created by the Tuk'ata. The web then just diaspeared for his sense, he heared a branch snap behind him. Out of a cave came the Tuk'ata, it raced towards him, with it's mouth open wide, showing rows of teeth. Tarfuda charged towards the beast, his face showed anger at it's most primitive form. They collided together, the beast bite down onto Tarudas shoulder. Tarfuda howled in pain for a moment then slammed the Tuk'ta into the ground. It clawed at Tarfuda, tearing inot his flesh. Tarfuda extended his claws and shoved them into its right leg. The beast then tried to bite Tarfuda again, but it took a second to lond. Tarfuda grabed the beasts jaws and started to pull them apart,until he heard a large crack as the bones in it's jaws were forced backwards into it's head. Tarfuda dropped the now deceased beast. he tehn looked into the cave and noticed some Tuk'ata cubs, the beast offspring. He smiled, they will make great snacks he thought. He then picked on up andbroke its neck with one swift twist. He then bite into it and tore into its flesh. The blood fell down on his lips as he chewed ate the meat off the cub, then he took the bones and bite itno them, and then proceded to eat the marrow. He then noticed the rest of the cubs were still there, just watching him. He picked up the bodie of there mother and went walking back to the academy, with the cubs in tail behind him.

[Snowtropper]

Tarfuda walked through the jungle feeling the web of the darkside created by the Tuk'ata. The web then just diaspeared from his sense, he heared a branch snap behind him. Out of a cave came the Tuk'ata, it raced towards him, with it's mouth open wide, showing rows of teeth. Tarfuda charged towards the beast, his face showed anger at it's most primitive form. They collided together, the beast bite down onto Tarudas shoulder. Tarfuda howled in pain for a moment then slammed the Tuk'ta into the ground. It clawed at Tarfuda, tearing inot his flesh. Tarfuda extended his claws and shoved them into its right leg. The beast then tried to bite Tarfuda again, but it took a second to long. Tarfuda grabed the beasts jaws and started to pull them apart,until he heard a large crack as the bones in it's jaws were forced backwards into it's head. Tarfuda dropped the now deceased beast. he tehn looked into the cave and noticed some Tuk'ata cubs, the beast offspring. He smiled, they will make great snacks he thought. He then picked on up andbroke its neck with one swift twist. He then bite into it and tore into its flesh. The blood fell down on his lips as he chewed ate the meat off the cub, then he took the bones and bite itno them, and then proceded to eat the marrow. He then noticed the rest of the cubs were still there, just watching him. He picked up the bodie of there mother and went walking back to the academy, with the cubs in tail behind him.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle shrugged his shoulders, he had nothing definitive in mind. He was always weighing his options, but the world of the chaos gods was completely different from the world he found himself in now. His soul had been split, and he had lost the ancient power he possessed. He was mortal. Thus he had to be much more careful with his life and his words.

 

Alora would be strong ally though. At worst, a source of information.

 

Nurgle took another very small sip before speaking,

 

"I might have a few ideas, but I'm at a bit of a disadvantage. I don't know much about politics around here, I've been away for a long while. The last time I had contact with the Order we were based on Mimban."

 

And Raynuk Montar was in command. Nurgle was sure Alora wasn't even around then. He knew most of the members of the Sith that had been in power the were long gone. It was a shame, he'd wanted to kill Raynuk for so long.

 

"How do you feel about the leadership around here? Kakuto Ryu is running the Order, correct? He was once bonded to me as well."

[Alora]

Alora listened as he spoke. So he'd been out of touch since Mimban. The only times she had been there had been when Montar had taken her there. He'd changed since he had trained her, infact disappearing into the unknown. Quietus as he had become known as, had only returned long enough to speak with Kakuto to combine to restore her memories after Geki had brainwashed her. Hmmmph Alora could have laughed once more.

 

"Leadership? Kakuto... Is anyone not been once bonded to you? As far as I'm aware he is still running it. I was killed by him recently so am not fully up to date with the happenings myself. I'm sure he is off waging some war or another on the Jedi. He usually is. It was my other old apprentice, Draken, that had a vision of another war coming up. Something about all meeting up here at the Academy to head off to some battle at a space station. He wasn't very clear on the details, only that he saw Kakuto leave a ship, myself following him and Draken leaving yet another ship. Lines of Jedi were formed up with Masters in front of Knights in front of padawans."

 

She knew not more than that, though it would be interesting to see what did become of Draken's vision. Especially since he hadn't yet made it back here to the Academy. The only way Alora'd had bonds were the Master/Apprentice bonds or lover's bonds. Some of which had been encouraged, some she had taken precautions against. With Kakuto, she had been bound to him with a link he'd forged when he'd restored her mind, and even though they had meant to be lovers, they had been interupted before they could indulge along with Darla. Since he had killed her, that bond had been broken. Now that she had a body that hadn't been ... penetrated... she was keeping it that way for as long as possible at least.

 

"Apart from waiting for the acolytes to return with their kills, I've had nothing to do that interests me."

 

She had calmed down somewhat now, taking another sip at the wine.

[Sith Wookiee]

Tarfuda noticed thre cubs were still following him, this annoyed him greatly. He put down the bodie and picked up one and looked at it. It had stronger build then the rest of the cubs. He put it down and reached up for the other two and broke there necks. He laid down the dead cubs next to the one he had left alive. Then said, "the weak die so the strong may live." He then left the cub after picking up its mothers body again, not caring if it understood what he meant. He then hciked through the rest of the jungle until he came back to the accademy again. He walked through the doors, getting many strange looks from those inside. After a few minutes of walking through the accademy he came back to the dining hall. He dropped the body on the table and then picked up one of his swords from where he left them. He raised the sword high above his head and swung hard, cutting through the neck of the Tuk'ata, with a small thunk. He then picked up the head of the beast, and put it on a silver plate.

[Malyss]

Malyss adjusted the screen on her wrist data pad to emit white light then shone it towards where the creature could be heard slinking around. It circled, still low in the ferns, just outside the range of the light.

 

Malyss glanced about herself again. She couldn't fend off the shadow beast forever with light. Her eyes searched up into the lower leafless branches of the trees. She decided to get back above the beast. At least then she could 'see' where the creature was. Maybe map out an attack plan.

 

She eased back to the tree she initially dropped down from. Her stalker stayed close just out of sight. She waited for a few seconds, jumped up and grabbed one of the tree branches and swung her feet up.

 

But the shadow creature sprung up. A blur of darkness wrapped around her feet and easily yanked her back down. Malyss dropped and was swallowed by the ferns. The shadow fell too, rose back up. As it did, it's swarthy camoflauge ripped away to reaveal the beast's true form. It's tooth crammed mouth seemed to grin down on the winded Malyss before it dove for her.

 

Shrieks and growls echoed throughout the jungle for a few seconds. Then fell silence.

[Exodus]

”¦ The ship quickly fell from the stars, zoning in on the suspecting academy. The low-class consistent ship took him a great deal across the span of space and for that was grateful. Nonetheless, Exodus was quick to depart from it with ease as he dragged the deemed inadequate droid by its headpiece. He would have to hurry if he wished to return in order to see to Haphaestus' safety, but he was a capable warrior and could hold his own against a large deal.

 

This home welcomed him with an open breadth of wind, nurturing his menacing attire and ravaging his loose protective coverings. His unfathomable emerald eyes still glinted with a lustrous hue, complementary to the rays of sunlight that finally poke its head out.

 

Entering the Academy, Exodus' feet took him the rest of the way, ignoring the numerous acolytes that hopelessly crowded the hallways with their ignorant appraisals and their thirst to rise in the chain of power. Truth was, they held no potential, they were mere tools of war in the same sense that Jedi and Sith alike were, but in a more belittling way.

 

Reaching the dining area of which Nurgle dwelled, Exodus boastfully strolled into the vicinity, tossing the limp battle droid aside while reaching into his pocket and removing a more or less common Jedi crystal. The purity it held was repulsive, but as Exodus clutched it with a ferocity unseen by most, its essence wavered, tempting to become completely black ”“ but Exodus decided against spoiling possible research and so, he tossed it towards Nurgle.

 

”œI have done what you've asked of me. Is this satisfying?”

[Alora]

Alora felt the death of the girl, her hand on her glass almost causing it to shatter with the grip. Her anger increased once more. The girl wasn't worthy after all. So much for her plans. If she'd survived, Alora had intended to take her on as her next apprentice. Since she had been killed... well... she would be the last that Alora intended on taking on. Her head turned as the beast strode in, throwing his kill onto the table and slicing off it's head. Her anger did spike, her eyes flashing with red glints once more.

 

"Who said you could put your kill on the table beast?"

 

Her voice was now full of venom, the wookiee finding himself and his kill thrown to the ground, the beast colliding into the wall before finding himself smoldering as he was hit with force lightning. She was angry.

 

"You will eat your kill on the floor where you are beast and you will not rise until you are told... DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

 

She whirled back to face Nurgle, her voice more civilized than it had been when she spoke to the singed creature behind them.

 

"Would you like the beast for your experiments Nurgle? You can have him. Do with him what you wish."

 

She had been looking forward to training the girl, more than she had let be known. Alora still had to have someone else give Raxeon his trials... if he ever decided he wanted them once more. For now, he could remain at the academy. Alora now was unsure what she wanted to do, tempted to go back on her ill fated self imposed mission previously where she was going to go get a supply of spice. She gazed again at Nurgle,

 

"Your experiments... I'm looking for some supplies, some creations in which to load some of my darts with. Poisons, drugs, diseases. Do you have any? And what would you want in return for them?"

 

As she waited for a response, she felt him before he arrived. Exodus had returned to the Academy... and had ignored her once more. Her fury simmered again. Purposely she let her eyes travel over him before dismissing him as he had been so dismissive of her the last time they had spoken. There was something different about Alora now... whether he saw it or not would be up to him. She had become colder, her heart surrounded by ice. She turned away from the two men, glancing with hatred at the beast before she took up her glass, having had the slaves fill it once more. She was drinking more than she probably should, but she had so much rage built up in her with regards to the entire male species she didn't care.

[Sith Wookiee]

Tarfuda felt the pain of Aloras attack, yet she also felt the shame of it. She had called him a beast, what does she know of beasts, he thought to himelf. He glared at her, the anger in his eyes like the storms on Kamino.

 

He then felt the anger in her, she had much in her. She wasn't controling the anger though, it was controlling her. She had shown him her weakness, whether she knew of it or not.

 

This held a certain irony with him, she'd called him a beast. Yet there was beast that she could not control, living inside of her.

 

He knew her like would change, and very soon too. He knew that this change, like all change would cause her pain. For he knew that all change is pain, that's the way of the force.

 

He then decided to stay were he was, until Alora would release him. She had shown her weakness, but she was still a force to reckoned with. At least for now she was, at least for now he thought.

[Bad karma]

A ship that had not seen this planet in quite some time slowly descended upon it. It was the same as always it seemed. He had no trouble getting clearance to land; he was still considered a friend it seemed. It only took a few moments for him to arrive at the temple and exit his ship. He did not let his presence flow outwards, he had never done such a thing as it was unwise. Foes might be near.

 

Trowa pulled the hood of his robes up slowly and passed through the hangers arched doorway. His appearance had changed considerably since he had last visited any Sith. His skin was not the deadened grey it used to be, rather it had its original olive shade back. His eyes were a glowing emerald, noticeable even from within his midnight robe. His unkempt brown hair fell in front of his eyes when he lowered his head, but mundane sight was unneeded anyways.

 

He had many memories inside of these walls, but none of them meant anything to him. They were of a past life...very few things mattered to him anymore. His thoughts dominated by a stunning creature, crafted of power and determination. He wanted to find it...but alas time would not permit a search of the galaxy. He could feel the presence of three powerful figures, all three recognizable and two of them a welcome feeling. The third he was...undecided upon. It had been to long.

 

He slipped into the dinner hall and allowed his force signature to expand outwards slowly like an evening mist rolling over the hills of some forsaken town on a backwater planet. He raised his hands and pulled his hood down, revealing his face; emotionless. He had learned long ago that to reveal emotion around a Sith was a mistake he would rather not risk.

 

He had arrived just as Alora finished speaking and Exodus spoke up. It would appear that the Sith Lord was still working under Nurgle. Not that Trowa would have denied him if he asked, but he had not felt compelled to serve him further. He pushed the thoughts away, things were never as the seemed at first glance.

 

The Master of darkness did not wait to be invited, he felt he deserved a seat at any table in this temple. He had earned it through service to the Dark Lord. He cast a look first to Exodus, a feeling of mutual respect transferring at but a glance between the two. Then he looked to Nurgle, a powerful figure he had served for so long. Now he was considerably weaker, yet still a force to be reckoned with. At last he looked to one of the only females in the room, the other being Clari...who he offered a seat next to him.

 

"Alora, it has been some time. Tell me, how are you these days?"

 

He had only met her a few times, she had served to relieve him of a bit of stress and not much else, but considering her rank..and current state from what he could feel...she deserved a bit of Respect. Perhaps not as much as Exodus or Nurgle, but still a great deal more then most of the Sith. He would speak with the two when they had finished up their own business ..

[Alora]

Alora could see the anger in the beast's eyes... Good... I've hit a sore point. She was purposely goading him to anger, as she did with all the newcomers, be them her apprentices or not. Her own was well under control, though by his thoughts she could tell he thought her's wasn't. The number of times Alora as an apprentice had been hit by force lightning was too many to count. If she'd been serious about harming him, she would have done more than just singe his fur.

 

Her violet orbs flashed back to the men, they could see to the beast now. She sat back in her chair, raising the glass to her lips once more. Her thoughts briefly touched on Tekkan, knowing that it was over and knowing her heart had been shattered. She had once believed in love. That now was past tense. She no longer believed in that emotion anymore. What was left of her heart was now hardening to ice. No more would she even contemplate giving any part of herself to another. No one deserved her affections... not when she had nothing left to give. It would take alot to melt the walls of ice she was layering herself in now and she doubted very much that anyone would be interested in a challenge such as that.

 

She had placed on her hands, intricate jewellery, silver with crystal slices embedded into it. Both were composed of a center ring, the back of her hand covered by the silver and gem stone patterned chains that surrounded her wrists with a clasp. She was also wearing a matching intricate head piece, the crystal situated in the center of her forehead. All crystals were of a focusing nature. She had gone back to her deep crimson and black robes rather than the pink and yellow she had been wearing of Slaanesh, still figure hugging, meant for teasing more than anything else.

 

Upon Trowa's entrance, Alora's gaze shifted to him, another male... and he has a female following him like a faithful little canine It didn't lower her inner fury at the opposite sex that he spoke to her and again she wondered just why she remained here at all. She did however keep her voice smooth, deceiving in appearance to her inner turmoil.

 

"Trowa. It has been. You're just in time for dinner."

 

She took another sip, signalling for the slave to serve the others and bring in the first course of the meal. There was no use waiting now that the girl was dead.

 

"These days?"

 

She paused, becoming non commital. He had been one the old Alora would have attempted to seduce back into her bed. She no longer did that, didn't even show any signs of her former self as her heart froze over.

 

"Same old, same old. How about yourself?"

 

She continued with the small talk game, all the while thinking that she would leave this place. There had to be something better to do with herself than hang around here.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle looked to Exodus and then to the droid. He was very excited that Exodus had completed his assignment fully. He had feared the man would forget the droid. He had an ingenious plan for this advanced battle robot. But first Exodus would get his reward. The Sith Master spoke to Alora,

 

"Most of my equipment was left on Vjun and destroyed. But I have brought over all of the chemicals I kept there, so you will probably be able to find almost anything you desire. Take it freely. I ask only that you be prepared to grant me a favor someday. I enjoyed our talk very much but now I must attend to something now."

 

Nurgle gave a nod to Trowa, and then guided Exodus away from the dining area. He threw his oxygen tank back on. The excitement had caused his breathing to come short again. Nurgle and Exodus moved into his lab. His now filtered voice spoke to Exodus.

 

"I am impressed. I assume Haphaestus is still fighting? You didn't leave him to die did you?"

 

Nurgle had examined the Jedi crystal, and determined its authenticity. Nurgle handed the prize back to Exodus, it was only right the Sith Lord got to keep it. Nurgle could tell from its shape the Jedi that had used it was quite powerful.

[Exodus]

With a unsentimental and slow sweep of his eyes, Exodus looked towards his former Master and then to his rather absent comrade. The moment was lacking of words though and only a trivial glance to one another ensued. No sooner did Nurgle lead the way into a laboratory, breathing at a rather enhanced pace as if he was more than thrilled with Exodus' performance. He would remain standing with a droning nature about him, listening as Nurgle's tone of voice took on a more mechanical feel.

 

The question that he expected was the first to spring, this one did care for his former apprentice like none he had ever seen before. Such a bond made him rather envious.

 

”œHaphaestus is in good health, I would never leave a comrade to die under any given circumstance, that is my honor and that is my word.”

[Bad karma]

Trowa lifted a goblet and took a sip of the fine liquid inside, swirling it around in his mouth to get the full flavor of it. If nothing else he would get a free meal out of this place and by the way his stomach started cramping he knew it had been to long since his last meal. He helped himself to some sort of meat, turning to Alora to answer her question as he put a bit of it on his plate.

 

"Busy, as always. Gained the rank of Master shortly after leaving the Sith. Started up a very lucrative business running drugs and smuggling. Nothing special, sometimes I miss the simplicity that I had with the Sith. Kill a guy here, maim an apprentice there."

 

He shook his head a bit with a faint grin on his face, as if he was recalling some magnificent memory that had been buried in the depths of his mind seconds before. He lifted the goblet to his mouth and took a long drink of the fluid within, not particularly caring what was in it. If it was something harmful, he would be able to be rid of it with ease...

 

"Good times, good times.."

 

He sent out various tendrils of the force, searching for those he had truly come here to see, but much to his dismay there were off doing something or other. He would have to seek them out soon enough, but for now he would just kick back and enjoy the free meal put before him. Perhaps catch up with Alora or find someone who would be up for a bit of a spar.

 

"You seem to have changed to much for it to be the same old, same old.."

[Enigmatic]

Revan's ship soon entered the dark, hazy atmosphere of Cardia. His ship shot through the sky, soaring down towards the academy's landing pad. Many ships were lined up next to eachother, some TIE fighters, some personal ships of the Sith that currently dwell here. Due to the fact that he was missing his left arm, it made it very difficult for him to fly his ship properly, however he managed thanks to Auto-Pilot.

 

Using one hand, he carefully landed his ship on the landing pad. The cockpit opened, and he hopped out using the force. He hasitly limped towards the academy doors and opened them using the force with his right hand. Acolytes were wandering the temple, and Revan could feel the prescence of numerous Sith Lords here. He kept his stride all the way towards the Medical Bay, where droid were working on many patients.

 

One droid quickly approached Revan when he had entered.

 

"Master Revan, what can I do for you?"

 

Revan showed the droid his arm, and quickly he threw off his cloak and lied down upon one of the medical beds. Three droids quickly surrounded him, preparing all the necessary tools they needed to give him a new arm. Once he was finished, he would return to Mechis...and then get his revenge.

[Alora]

Alora observed through thinly veiled fury how Exodus had just totally ignored her existance. Whatever he'd been doing for his trials, she knew he'd pass with flying colours, though she had to wonder if she'd suddenly become invisible to him. Some part of her deeply hidden inside had been pleased to see him, glad he was alright. The last time she had seen him she'd pulled him out of the rubble after that battle she had been killed in, she had cared for him, made sure he was well again. Where she had died, he hadn't, she'd been reanimated by Slaanesh. That hint of emotion now became buried in ice just as the rest of her. She'd not feel anything soon, nothing except for anger at the entire male population.

 

She saw how Nurgle quickly ushered him out with the droid. Now all she had there was Trowa and the beast in the corner. Her head turned towards the wookiee. She had heard that the sith had taken Kamino. It had ended up being where Zad had headed to find Kakuto.

 

"You haven't finished eating your kill Tarfuda. I'll give you a choice. After you finish your meal you can either report to one of the other masters here, or you can go to Kamino and report to any of the Lords or Master's there."

 

She had no intention of ever taking on another apprentice. She'd only had the two successful, Raxeon seemed to drift off more often than not and after Zad's death... and Malyss. Talrin may come back to the Sith in time, but he hadn't been ready and while she'd still had some part of her not frozen, she had given him the option to leave. He had.

 

Her thoughts returned to what Trowa was saying, hearing him mention drugs and smuggling. Her interest was spiked,

 

"I've been after substances of an illicit nature. I'd been going to Kessell until I got side tracked by a possible apprentice. That didn't work out and my mission got put on the back burners for the time being. What kind of substances to you run?"

 

His comment with regards to her having changed made her eyes narrow once more.

 

"Being killed by the Dark Lord will do that to a person, the severing of all bonds, the death of love, emotions... it would change anyone"

 

Her voice was now as icy as her heart. Her violet eyes showing no warmth where once the seductress couldn't be warmer. She'd have welcomed anyone to her arms, to her bed. Now they'd not want to come near her for fear of getting a certain part of themselves frozen off...

[Bad karma]

Trowa sipped at the wine, savoring the taste for a while longer. He could feel Alora's barely masked fury and couldn't help but grin a bit. He quickly finished off the meat before him and looked up to her, noting her interest in what he was doing and barely taking notice of what she said afterwards He had lost interest quickly, his mind being once more pulled away. A powerful urge over coming him...

 

"I suppose. That really isn't healthy you know. Sex helps that too, relieves tension. I deal in...well...everything a person could need."

 

Trowa pulled out a piece of paper with a comm frequency that she could leave a message on if she felt the desire to purchase anything from him. He took a final swig from the goblet and stood up. Closing his eyes he focused in on Exodus..allowing a string of coordinates to flow through his mind. He would know they were from Trowa..He coughed into a gloved fist then looked to her, sliding the paper over to her.

 

"If you should...need any supplies, send a message here and you will be taken care of. Perhaps, if you are looking for any sort of job you can leave a message concerning that too. Someone will be in touch shortly after you comm..."

 

He nodded his head and turned quickly, moving out of the area and towards the hanger. His presence in the force imploded into itself as he entered the hanger, signaling his departure. . .

[Alora]

Alora made a disgruntled sound deep in her throat. Since her death, she'd been slowly withdrawing from all. She'd only teased once before killing the object she'd strung along. The slaves had been careful around her being her darkened mood.

 

"One doesn't get a choice when they are killed. I'd have thought you of all people would know that. As for sex... be that as it may though I doubt anyone has the power required to forge any bond with one that doesn't believe in the emotions required any longer."

 

That it was over with the man she had loved was obvious. Alora, the seductress no longer as she suffered a broken heart. She welcomed the change of subject back to the illicit substances, taking the piece of paper and memorising the comm frequency.

 

"You'll get an order very soon."

 

She watched him go then, her appetite gone. She rose, draining the remainder of her glass of wine, giving only a backward glance at the wookiee in the corner before she left the dining hall. Alora headed for her ship rather than the quarters she had chosen, needing her luxurious comforts. She ran a spa, slipping her clothing off and stepping into the bubbling, fragrant water.

 

A comm came in, Alora calling the comm unit to her hand to take the message, it was from her family back home. A message that Exodus's daughter was doing well and to let him know how fast she was growing. A holo was included. She debated forwarding it on being how he had ignored her... finally deciding to do so, leaving the forwarded message on his system to be accessed at his leisure, the only additional message added from her was one line of text "I'm sure you will pass your Master's trials".

 

She lay back soaking, closing her eyes and not thinking about anyone or anything...

[Sith Wookiee]

Tarfuda stood up, "I'll give my kill to someone who finds it's taste more nejoyable". He then walked away gragging his kill with him. He then walked towards the accadmeys doors and threw out the kill, to be eventually eaten by the predators that walked the planet. Tarfuda then took one of the empty rooms at the acadmey, he then fell into the fitful sleep he always had. This time though unlike all the other the times he fell asleep he had a dream. The dream was sudden flashes of people dying, and large dark shapes. Tarfuda woke up, he was breathing eraticly, then he slowly returned to normal. He then collected his thoughts, the images in the dreams were not scens of the future. But a sign of his transition into the dark side, he hoped that he'll have more of these dreams has he learns more of the drak side. For him the Dark side is the only thing that now matters.

 

He then left his room and began wandering the halls, searching for a master.

[Enigmatic]

The sith's body was stretched along the bed gently, his right arm resting on the medical bed, his severed mechanical arm propped up. Multiple droids scurried the area, gathering their tools to properly give Revan another left arm. The sparks created a difficult in the process, however the medical droids were precisely programmed to work under such conditions.

 

One of the droids began to attach most of the wiring together. This took atleast an hour, being that most of the wires were cut in half. When the droid finished the basic layout, Revan looked over. His entire arm had no skin on it, just wiring and cables. He moved his bare metallic fingers around, making sure everything was going as planned.

 

Their next task was to add skin. Giving a quick overlay, his entire arm was coated with fake skin in less then 2 hours. When they were done, he got up, and the droids immediatly went to the next injured patient. He moved his arm around, getting the feel of it before he stood up. He put his cloak back on, and began to walk out into the temple halls.

 

His lightsaber dangled at his side, his eyes white once more. He breathed heavily underneathe his mask, remembering Durandal's lightsaber cut through his skin.

 

I will get my revenge....and this time...it will be complete...

 

He entered the hangar doors, hopping into his ship quickly and setting off back to Mechis once again...

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle nodded. He had expected as much. He ordered Exodus to kneel before him. Nurgle had determined that the man spoke honestly, and had completed his trial to the letter. Exodus was ready to advance to the next level.

 

"Exodus, you are a Sith Lord no longer. From now on, we will not be Master and Lord, we will be equals. I proclaim you a Master of the Sith arts. You may rise."

 

There was little ceremony to the process. He was not one for dramatics. Exodus had already become a Master, Nurgle was merely making it official. He indicated that Exodus should sit on the stool beside them. Nurgle pulled up a chair and sat across from him.

 

"Well, Master Exodus. There is one more thing to attend to. The ancient being within me is almost all gone. Only a bit of the power remains. Enough to give you your final gift. What are you searching for? Do you want more physical power, mental strength, or something else? This will determine the gift I decide to bestow upon you."

[Exodus]

Emerald-hued eyes blinked momentarily as Exodus let his gaze drop to the hesitant man before him, head cocking to the side as a single eyebrow dipped forward. Single eye narrowing fleetingly, Exodus made a soft ”œtch”

[Alora]

After a long and fragrant soak, Alora lifted herself out of the spa, letting it drain. She wrapped herself in one of the soft towels, drying herself off and moving into her bedroom to get out a set of robes. She chose a set that she'd had reinforced with armour mesh, a set she'd not worn before. The vibrant red would have clashed with her previous hair colour, but as a brunette it would highlight her features more so than before. She placed on a pendant that she'd not worn since her parents deaths. It was a rich red starfire gem that her parents had given her for her Eighteenth birthday, strung on a silver chain. She brushed her hair out, leaving it loose instead of tying it up, something she rarely did these days. She had a matching headpiece to the starfire pendant, placing it on and pinning it behind her ears and under her hair so it wouldn't shift if she became active. A splash of an old scent she used to wear but had stopped using it not long after she'd taken on her first apprentice. Alora had gone to a completely different fragrance after that, something that had been more appealing to the majority of males. Now she didn't care about turning them on, choosing to wear her old favourite, light fragrance instead.

 

Alora had long denied her own direction for that of another. At one point in time she had been loyal only to one. If that stupid Jedi hadn't tried to seduce her away at Borleais so long ago. His attempt at seducing her had made more of an impact than possibly he had expected. She had turned seduction to an art then. KR had clinched it when he had operated on her, having the pheromone gland's inserted into her body. Alora needed a new focus. Something she could do that would be unique for her.

 

One thing she would do though is keep with some of the weaponry she knew so well, something she had gotten of her own accord. She needed more ammunition for her darts and she knew now who she could get as a supplier. She pulled out her comm unit and sent a message off. She then left her ship again, heading back to the Archives, having something specific in mind that she wished to look up.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle thought in silence for a long while. He massaged his temples as he considered what gift would best fit with Exodus. It was important that the gift fit well with its recipient. Exodus was an intelligent warrior. He was a Sith Master, mental and physical prowess were present, and would only increase. Exodus needed something else that he could not gain through mere training. An idea popped into Nurgle's brain. He spoke to the new Master,

 

"The power to psychologically damage the minds of others is a fantastic gift. But it is draining on the one who wields it. The question is how to achieve the same effect without wearing yourself out."

 

Nurgle stood and paced as he spoke,

 

"I think I can bestow upon you an even greater power than just hurting the minds of your opponents. Some would suggest this is the greatest ability one can wield. It is the power to fool others, even low level Jedi if you play your cards right. The power of illusion. I can give you the ability to copy yourself, to create fearsome beasts, and almost anything else you can imagine with little strain on your own mind. These are not physically real, but because it is a gift from me, they release their own energy. The can still look, sound, and smell very convincing. If you concentrate hard enough, they can even give off their own fear inducing Force signature. In the heat of battle, even a Jedi or Sith might be fooled. Is this a gift sufficient for Master Exodus?"

[Bad karma]

A comm comes in for the Sith Master Alora. It is obvious who it is from, considering she had just sent a comm off and was awaiting a reply. A figure standing in front of a construction site appears and begins to speak.

 

"Good evening, Miss Darknell. We have both the products you are looking for and the change of scenery here upon Byss. You are welcome to join us any time, simple send us a comm when you arrive in system." The figure paused for a second as if to think something over..."And do not fret, your first bit of each product you choose to sample is free considering we are asking you to make the trip and not hand delivering it. Have a good evening..."

 

The comm line cuts out and the figure disappears back into the holo pad.

[Alora]

Fear leads to anger.

Anger leads to hate.

Hatred leads to power.

Power leads to victory.

Let your anger flow through you.

Your hate will make you strong.

True power is only achieved through

testing the limits of one's anger,

passing through unscathed.

Rage channeled through anger is unstoppable.

The dark side of the Force

offers unimaginable power.

The dark side is stronger than the light.

The weak deserve their fate.

 

”“tenets of Sith philosophy

 

Alora read on, finding different things that she loaded onto her datafiles, looking for other items of interest as well. She received the return comm, taking note that it stated for her to head to Byss. She would, but first she wanted to find a certain power she wanted to delve into.

 

Yes! Found it! Alora's eyes eagerly read her new direction where she wished to focus.

Crystalize

 

This spell only has one purpose and that is offensive and destructive. Based on the early human attempts at cryostatis, it was first pioneered by the primative Sith Magicians about 4000 years BSW. A Sith Magician launches a bolt of energy at the target. As the bolt enters the targets body, it cools it immediately down to the temperature of -40 degrees Celsius. However, the cooling is so brief, that the target does not die at once. And yet, as the temperature is lowering with the bolt, the water in the cells contracts and then at -30 it expands again and crystalizes causing massive cellular damage. When the body gains temperature again, osmosis in the cells is resumed, and most of the cells explode from the holes caused in them by crystallization. The damage is 100% fatal.

 

As she read further she discovered another that if she used it in moderation she'd get just the result she was after...

 

Freezing of the Exterior

 

A powerful spell that affects organic and non-organic substances alike. This spell uses the darkside to suck out all kinetic energy from the molecules of the target, thus lowering the target's temperature to zero degrees Kelvin. This sudden freezing makes the target become brittle, and can easily be shattered. There is legend of a Sith Sorcerer who made Ice sculptures out of his opponents through the use of this spell.

 

Now if she could regulate that to just one part of the body to freeze... The mind boggled on what she could do. Alora kept downloading information to her datafiles to peruse at her leisure, though she would focus on learning this power as one she wished to use in conjunction with her lightning. Fire and ice. That would be her new direction, with some of her illusions and pheromones thrown into the mix.

[Exodus]

He listened keenly, understanding every word spoken from the eminent Nurgle. He was right; the mind was a work of wonders and held its definite advantages against those who could not comprehend the complexity of it all. Every marvel it exposed was represented as equilibrium of both clout and cost, a sacrifice for power. He knew this well and exercised it whenever given the chance, mostly the aspect of consumption, or rather drainage appealed to him.

 

Still, as the former God of plagues educated Exodus in a new field of art, he squinted with curiosity, immediately weighing its pro's and con's; defining its usefulness or uselessness. Fortunately, what he spoke of captivated him beyond expectations. This voyage brought forth more surprises then Exodus first deemed possible.

 

”œ”¦A gift sufficient? No.”

[Alora]

Downloading a few more files to look over later, Alora rose from where she had been reclining. Her vibrant red robes swirled around her as she made her way through the Temple. She didn't want to be beholden to Nurgle, therefore she wouldn't take up his offer... not yet anyway. Maybe some time in the future, but the way she felt towards the opposite sex right now she felt it wise to avoid them.

 

On her way through the temple she 'practiced' her new knowledge on a male slave that happened to cross her path. Alora grinned maliciously, releasing pheromones to 'turn him on'. As he turned towards her, Alora let her gaze rake over him, taking note of his condition as he stared at the beauty before him. Raising a hand towards him, the false look of wanting him to please her on her face. Her anger simmered below the surface still, feeling the molicules being removed from the air around them into her freezing attack as she focused on sending a bolt of cold towards a certain part of his anatomy. The look of shock that crossed his face widened her smirk. The only thing was that it worked alittle too well. Too powerful for what she wanted to do. More practice would be required. The whole of his lower region shattered as he took a step to move back from her, he let out a blood curdling scream of agony.

 

Rather than let him suffer any longer, she gripped his windpipe, choking off his scream and ending his life quicker rather than putting up with his agonising cries. Alora headed back to her ship, the embarksion ramp lowering as she approached. Inside she headed to the cockpit, running through the preflight checks while Kaydee informed her of the maintenance checks that had been done. She gave a nod, requesting clearance. As soon as it was granted, she lifted off, heading for Byss.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle was always rendered silent by Exodus's enigmatic ways. But it seemed the man was pleased, and that was all that mattered. Nurgle looked through his cupboards finding the right vile. Nurgle identified the substance for Exodus as he handed it to him,

 

"That is a special mixture. It contains a sample of my blood at the time when I was at the height of my power. What little ability I have left to bestow gifts isn't powerful enough for a gift of this nature. But this blood is. It is altered in a similar manner to the ingredient I used to produce obedience within my Reapers. But instead of dulling your mind, as it did theirs, it does the opposite. It expands its abilities. You will have the power to make dreams manifest in the physical world."

 

Nurgle stopped Exodus before he did anything with it.

 

"You must drink it. But think carefully. You get only one gift. If you want something else, now is the time to speak."