Königreich des Teufels - Demolished Sith Academy (Carida)

[Ason Antilles]

((Quick post, I know. Sorry, I got ToL to deal with. Stupid Nom and HoT!))

 

An escort shuttle erupted out of hyperspace, its triplet of talons outstretched toward the dark planet ahead of him. Its jungles had welcomed him as a homeless wanderer, their branched arms guiding him to an academy where fate was thrust upon him. There were some qualities of an area that would lend one a certain fondness toward that area, and certainly Ason had learned to enjoy the Cardia locale because of that.

 

As the ship landed within the academy hangar, the same gripping fate that had so enticed him before now flooded his nostrils with its intoxicating aroma. Though destiny's rich bouquet had never graced Ason's senses quite exactly like this, it felt far from foreign.

 

Footsteps echoed about the halls yet again, and Ason wondered why every damned step anyone took in the damned halls echoed. As he pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind, he saw a man. Perhaps it was more of a beast upon further scrutinizing glances... his flesh riddled with parasites.

 

”

[Piccolo]

Piccolo had thought it wise to follow the shuttle as it exited hyperspace and neared Cardia. The pilot seemed to be guiding him into the hangar bay. He landed his Firespray ship, the hangar doors closing with an especially ominous clang. The Vornskyr in his ship were going insane. This was a place of the Force no doubt. He left the animals inside, and jumped from the cockpit door. The large hangar was darker than it should have been. The lights were very dim. Piccolo was not afraid, but he was not stupid either. He had entered one of the dens of the Sith Order. It would be foolish to not be wary.

 

He took stock of the one who had guided him in. There was a strange ripple effect along the man's skin just before the Sith spoke. But in spite of his inner revulsion and surprise, Piccolo's black visor betrayed no emotion. Such sights were to be expected in a place like this. The mechanical filter of his helmet spoke,

 

"I'm looking for someone."

 

Piccolo's Doshan nostrils could faintly detect the scent of the one he was searching for. But it had long passed out of this area.

 

"His name is Jidai Geki. He used to have an association with your Order. I know he was here rather recently. I have some information he will find useful. I can of course pay you well if you have knowledge of his whereabouts."

 

This was a dark and evil entity, but in Piccolo's experience, even Sith responded to the prospect of cold hard cash.

[apophenian]

Given his last encounter with a living soul, he wasn't the quiest to respond, bracing himself more or less for a fight than anything else. Yet he wasn't superman, he really didn't want to fight again. After all it had it's place and time and right now wasn't the time. So he decided to speak, yet before he could another one showed up.

 

It was obvious they didn't know each other and he didn't know any of them. He raised an eyebrow and satyed silent in order to let those two become aquainted first, as well as to think up an appropiate response to the question.

[DarthBrendo]

An encrypted comm message came in for Piccolo.

 

(OOC: Check your PMs)

[Ason Antilles]

((I'm not too sure, but I'm assuming Pic is talking to Ason. If he's not, ignore this post. Btw, I'm sorry for the crap post. I know I wish I could post by example, but yeah... I'm going to stop giving OOC excuses and just tell you all that I'm trying to make up for it other places.))

 

Pale emeralds laid their hues upon the Doshan who stood before him. He was requesting knowledge that Ason didn't hold. A sable mask betrayed no emotion in return to this one's black visor, the two monuments not portraying anything more than an empty blankness.

 

"I'm sith lord Ason Antilles, and I have no knowledge as to his where-abouts."

[Piccolo]

OOC: Yeah, that's my fault. I thought your last post was in reference to Pic. Apparently my break has left my RPing rusty.

 

IC: Piccolo recieved the communication from Mindan. It was a serious matter, but it would have to wait. He needed to finish here first. It wasn't long after the message came through that Ason spoke up. Of course, was not one to take such a brush off so easily.

 

"Perhaps you could inform me then of other areas in which the Sith congregate. Lord Ar-Pharazon once saw fit to show me the secret places of the Sith Order. And another Sith Master showed me this facility. This message is very urgent."

[Ason Antilles]

((Yes, I know this is metagaming. Dessel, don't do this. This is bad. I am just tryin to move things along))

 

Apparently the Doshan wasn't quite aware that Ason's ignorance of the location was genuine. He barely had knowledge of the facilities other than the room he had stumbled upon as an acolyte and the main hall where he had met Oblivion. Still though, it was unwise to take someone with such an aura around them so lightly. Ason stretched out in the dark side, tenebrous tentacles stretching and connecting throughout the galaxy.

 

Jidai Geki... where is he...

 

There may be someone named Geki at Foy... death follows him... and an odd combination of the dark side and slutiness is also there for some reason...

[Piccolo]

Piccolo had just asked for general locations other Sith congregate at. This information was clearly more valuable however. He turned without a word, and headed into hyperspace.

[Yue]

The ship carrying the person by the name of Yue finally arrived on Cardia. The ship landed and out came a one legged man. While missing he still carried enough power to kill on the spot and for no reason. One of the acolytes asked what he could do. Yue grabbed him by his throat and told him get a stretcher, get a med droid, knock me out with drugs and grow my ass a new leg.

 

The acolyte vanished only to show up with a doctor and a stretcher. Yue laid down and given a sedative that quickly sent him into a sleepful state.

 

-many many hours later-

 

Yue awoke in the med bay with a new leg and two light sabers next to him. One was Scropio's the other his own. It was interesting how things had turned out. This power Nurgle had left Yue could prove to be all of the most use in combination with the Sith arts and mastery of the mind. Putting such trivial things off to the side he noticed a presence. His master Domnique. His mission was to get a light saber from a jedI give it to his master. Not wanting to waste time Yue dressed and was told to take bed rest. He of course did not listen as he had better things to do.

 

Leaving the med bay Yue searched for his master via her presence in the force. After searching he found her talking to some one. Not wanting to be rude but not caring either he spoke and presented the light saber as such.

 

”œI have returned from my task bearing a jedi's light saber as you asked. I also as a parting gift took away his ability to ever say a single word ever again. Do you approve?

[Bad karma]

Dominique had only just entered the hallway with her new found apprentice when Yue approached. She had figured he had died in his attempt to acquire a Jedi's weapon. Obviously he hadn't as he stood before her in the flesh. With but a mere glance, though, she could tell he had been severally wounded. That was unacceptable and as such he would have one final part added onto his trials in becoming a Sith Lord.

 

”œI do approve, but now you must tell me one final thing. What does it mean to be a Sith, Yue?”

[Yue]

Yue listened to her question. Her tone did not declare in which way she meant.

 

"What does it mean to be a sith? If you are asking for the teachings it is simple. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."

 

Yue stopped however and thought of what he had just said. It was by what the teachings say are sith. Yet it felt empty and not full.

 

"However that is not what you asked. To be a sith is power. However to be a true sith not only do we have power and do we use it we must not let it use us. What is the point of having it power if we have not the control. This is not like the jedi though. They shun there power and fear it which is why they can not embrace their own emotions. We embrace our emotions with out fear.. We are our own masters and the power granted to us as sith gives us our own freedom of this power. My emotions, the same ones that fuel my power are what allow to be truly free because with them I can be who I am. I can be free. That is what it means to be sith."

[Bad karma]

While the answer didn't hardly bear any resemblance to Dominique's own opinion, that did not matter. His answer was acceptable and as such he would attain the rank he had sought after.

 

”œYue, I hereby grant you the rank of Sith Lord. Use it wisely, just use it somewhere that isn't here.”

[Ason Antilles]

Ason smiled as the figure left before turning his attention back towards Dessel.

 

"So... I feel you are an acolyte seeking a master. Game?"

[apophenian]

He turned to full face the man, with his some what bulky frame. He figured he could have said something, he could have uttered at least a grunt. Instead there was nothing more than a silent nod.

 

he wa ssome what wary of this one, if this guy could do what he offered then, he had every right to be. Then again if he couldn't it wouldn't be suprising, he had already been tricked once while walking these accursed halls.

 

Hands at his side, his simply stood silently, waiting for his response.

[Ason Antilles]

With but a nod, acceptance had been established. No breath left the mouth of this man, silence dominating and communicating in a fashion just as sufficient. Although this was Ason's first true apprentice, it felt almost as though it were all familiar, as though he had walked these steps before. It didn't quite matter though, for either way this new apprentice would receive the training that would undoubtedly lift him toward greatness. Due to the acts that he had already committed, all doubt within the sith lord's mind as to his potential competence was erased.

 

A scurried flicker of emotion resounded through the force, a wary caution if you will. Only now could the sith lord truly appreciate how he had met Oblivion, his thoughts projected outward as crystalline as reflection cast upon the seas. This one would learn as he had how to control and mask his thoughts, to retain the measure of privacy that all other inferior beings ultimately lacked. It is what set them apart, the strong from the weak. It is what made the sith better.

 

”

[Bad karma]

Dominique and Viktor had spent countless hours going over complex theories of the force as well as the basic outline of what he would be learning. Much to her concealed delight he was quite the intellectual. He had opened her eyes to new ideas and possibilities while she opened his eyes to the force itself. His potential easily exceeded that of any of the other acolytes and she would ensure that such a resource was not left untapped due to the inactivity of the order.

 

During the time he had been left to his own devices, Viktor had studied ancient tomes and absorbed as much knowledge as he could from holocrons concerning how to tap the potentially infinite source of power that was the force. Through such study he had developed a talent for the use of telekinesis. It was a simply technique, but to learn it without any true instruction other then a holocron at his stage of development was astounding.

 

Dominique stood, with her back pressed against the wall, observing him as he let himself fall into a kata. His body moved perfectly through the repetitive sequence of movements to the point that she was mildly curious if he had found a way to incorporate the force into his practice without her instruction.

 

As she was prone to doing, she left her mind begin to drift from topic to topic in search of answers to the questions that had plagued her mind for years at times and days at others. Her faith in this order was on a steady decline as she watched every military faction and criminal organization work on their schemes and plots. Even the Jedi were actively better themselves and getting practice out in the field. For a brief moment she wondered if the order was even worthy of her and her new apprentice. She had no connections left here. Exodus had disappeared and Dagon had done the same it seemed. Kakuto Ryu had left for parts unknown so that left Oblivion, a figure she barely knew.

 

Perhaps those stronger in the force then she had caught a glimpse of things to come and had disappeared before something devastating had occurred. After a few moments of debate, Dominique decided that Viktor and her would leave the temple for a while in hopes of furthering her training and clearing her mind so that she could make a decision on what to do concerning the order.

 

”œViktor, we are leaving. Gather your things and meet me in the hanger.”

[Yue]

Yue left his former master for what he wanted to be the last time. It was time now to perform his own task. He had to kill the jedi who had took his leg and this time he would make him a puppet for his own uses. However he also had to train his mind in how to enter the fools who would stand in his way. Before one could walk they had to crawl. He woudl first what it was he was supposed to truly play with the minds of the weak.

 

Entering one of the main halls of study Yue gathered what infomation he could on the arts of illusuions, mind inflation, erasing, stealing, and anything else the sith arts would have on the mind. With it he then left the planet to a place where he would have time to practice and to make his own plans.

[Madi Ibra]

Madi entered the large doors as a stream of people came out. Some stared at him as they hurried past carrying various items and objects. Others didn't even seem to register his presence. Someone is moving? Madi wondered as he moved into the building. The interior was opressive to the senses. The building seemed to be carved from stone, jagged stone, obsidian-like with raw edges. The black floor curved into a walkway after a few feet, the floor falling away from the walls into deep chasms on either side. Madi caustiously ventured to the side of the chasm and peered over the edge. There was no bottom, just black depths.

 

A scream came up from the chasm causing Madi to leap back from the edge. His heart raced as the weapon he had brought from the Imperial base slid into his hands, he gripped the blaster rifle. Like any soldier, the familiar feel of the weapon brought him some comfort. He continued further into the structure and Madi soon found that the walkway was only the atrium. The building spread into a wide room with black and crimson detail. What is this place? The hall had various corridors that branched off of it and there were people present. Madi took one glance at the inhabitants of the structure and swore under his breath. They were acolytes...Sith acolytes.

 

Huttspawn! he thought. Madi had run into the Sith before during his period of service. He tried to avoid religious nutcases as much as possible and the Sith were at the top of that list. He found them to be cruel and haughty for the most part. And some of them tended to seriously over-estimate themselves. They relied upon something called 'the force' rather than their own abilities. The acolytes noticed his presence and three of them approached him. Madi didn't hesitate, he had dealt with Sith before and knew how they thought. He raised the blaster and gave the nearest acolyte a chestful of energy. The others scattered. Madi smirked to himself as he approached the smoking corpse of the acolyte. A blow to the back of his head caused him to drop to the floor. He keeled over as his world went dark.

 

When Madi awoke he found himself bound and semi-nude inside a small cell. A small amount of light filtered through a small window. Screams filled the air, bone-chilling screams and he remembered that the Sith liked to torture their prisoners. He pulled back into the darkness, his foot scraping against something. Madi looked down, in the dim light he could make out the skeletal remains of the cell's previous occupant.

[Alora]

As the Sundered Heart emerged from hyperspace, the Sith Mistress sent out her codes, allowing her passage down to the Sith Temple. It had been a while since she'd been back here though she had thoughts on what she was going to get her apprentice to do next for his trials. It would also aid somewhat with his current task.

 

Setting her ship down in the hanger bay, she went through her post flight checks, leaving Kaydee2 to organise the refuelling of her ship. Wandering through her ship, she paused by Leo's room, touching his mind and leaving an impression of what she wanted him to do... also leaving the impression that he would gain another reward if he completed it... She would let Leo entertain Mara while she handled a few things in the Temple.

 

Entering her own room, Alora showered and changed. This time, instead of wearing her skin tight bodysuit, she put on simple black tunic pants with fitted black shirt with her boots. Her black robes with deep crimson lining topped the outfit. Her sabers hung from her belt, her whip curled around her waist disguised as a belt.

 

The Sith Master left her ship, wandering into the Temple. She felt the others within the gloomy walls, her own Force Presence being hidden as she moved into the shadows. She would observe from the shadows... being drawn in a certain direction... down into the deep depths...

[Madi Ibra]

"You Imperial maggot!" The Sith acolyte screamed at him as he and the others kicked Madi. They were wearing heavy military style boots and Madi felt his ribs crack at one point. There were four of them inside the small cell with him. They had come to seek revenge and to exact punishment on Madi.

 

He had been beaten before, by professionals, and so curled up into a ball, protecting his vital areas. The acolytes rained blows and kicks upon him until Madi thought they would smash him to a pulp. His hand reached out and grabbed one of the boots, pushing it back until he received a vicious kick in the face. That gave the acolytes the opening they needed and Madi began to feel the pain of his injuries multiplied. He could taste blood in his mouth.

 

"Hold him up!" one of them said. Madi felt himself jerked up by his hair. In the dim light he caught the reflection on a blade. His eyes widened as he recognized the Sith tremor blade. Parts of the blade were jet black except for the edge which held a silver sheen. "First your eyes, then your tongue," the acolyte said, a cruel smile spreading across his features, "and then maybe your..." Madi watched the tip of the blade drop towards his stomach and then lower.

 

He struggled against the persons that held him, which only led to him being beaten again. Madi was on the verge of passing out the pain was so intense.

[Alora]

The Sith Mistress felt it way before she entered the block of cells. She felt the acolytes beating a prisoner, though that prisoner was who interested her most. She strode towards the cell taking in the scene in a glance. The acolyte that held the blade suddenly clutched at his throat, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe.

 

"Enough! Release him!"

 

The other three glanced towards the petite red headed woman, at first ignoring her order, then thinking better of it as their companion fell to his knees gasping for breath. Her violet eyes threw daggers at them before she glanced at the man they had been beating. As they started to drop the prisoner she added another harsh word, "Gently".

 

She stepped forward, her robes swirling as she released the force choke on the acolyte on the floor, then changed her mind, sealing his fate as he grabbed for the blade once more. He breathed his last, the blade finding itself floating to her outstretched hand.

 

"Does anyone else wish to defy my orders?"

 

The other three knew power when they saw it, now standing back in a more submissive manner, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate to end their lives if they disobeyed her again. Alora crouched down beside the prisoner now, her hand extended towards him, making sure he was still breathing. She could feel the Force residing in him,

 

"You'll be alright now."

 

Her voice was soft, compassionate.

[Madi Ibra]

Madi swallowed nervously as the woman spoke to him. Even though her tone was re-assuring, Madi still felt fear. He glanced over at the Sith acolyte who only seconds before had been about to slice him open with the blade. He was clearly dead, strangled by some unseen force. Now the mysterious woman held the blade. She held out her hand but did not touch him. Madi scrambled away from her, pressing himself against the back wall of the cell.

 

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" he asked her in a hoarse whisper.

[Alora]

The young woman stayed where she was, watching him, feeling his fear. She didn't want him frightened of her... it didn't suit her purposes. Seeing his eyes rest on the blade she now held, Alora placed it on the floor in front of her.

 

"Do not be afraid. My name is Alora... and I don't want to hurt you. You can come with me and you won't be harmed by anyone else. I'll take you to a medic, let him see to your injuries... that is, if you wish to come with me...?"

 

Her voice remained gentle, her hand now extended towards him, palm upwards for him to take if he wished. His bindings loosened, coming away from him.

[Madi Ibra]

Alora. She was his ticket out of the cell. She had said no one would hurt him as long as he went with her. He knew she had power here, Madi could see the acolytes submissiveness. His bonds fell away almost as if she had wished it. Her palm was outstretched, beckoning him towards her. The gentleness of her tone drew him towards her.

 

Madi's hand reached out caustiously and took hers. "My name is Madi," he said simply. "I owe you my life."

 

He hoped she was not another torture devised by his captors. A vision of beauty that would turn cruel and make him suffer the tortures of hell. He stood to his feet, slowly and painfully, aware that he was not completely clothed. Releasing the woman's hand, Madi crossed to the dead acolyte and stripped the man of his clothing. He dressed in the black form-fitting clothing replacing the simple loin-cloth he had been wearing.

 

"I'm ready," he told Alora.

[Alora]

Without being obvious about it, Alora had let her gaze wander over him during the course of checking his injuries, before she turned slightly to let him have some privacy when he dressed. Her eyes rested on the other acolytes, the look on her face dismissing them. They got out of her sight quickly. She turned back towards Madi as he spoke, taking in his now dressed appearance.

 

"Can you walk? Lean on me if you have to. We'll go to the medic's station and get some of your injuries seen to. You've got alot of bruising showing around your ribs..."

 

She walked slowly beside him, there if he needed to lean on her as she guided him to the medical wing of the temple.

[Madi Ibra]

Madi walked slowly, his feet barely moving, sort of shuffling along. The acolytes had beaten him more severely than he thought. Each breath he took was followed by a sharp pain in his ribs. He stopped walking and leaned against Alora for a few seconds. Straightening up, Madi continued to walk alongside of her until they reached the medical wing.

 

Once inside he was examined by the Firrerreon medic and the medical droids who helped fix up the minor cuts and lacerations on his body. The medic found two broken ribs and bound them. During the procedure Madi studied Alora, he was curious as to why she had helped him. From what he knew of the Sith, they only helped themselves.

 

"Why did you help me?" he asked Alora, once the medic had finished and left them alone.

[Alora]

"Mind if I sit here?"

 

She patted the medical bunk beside him. Seeing a hesitant nod, she pushed herself back so she was sitting beside him, her legs swinging slightly in a carefree manner. She tilted her head to the side, her golden locks falling over her shoulder as her violet eyes met with his.

 

"You have a gift... and I would hate to see that gift destroyed as they were so willing to do."

 

Alora could see a puzzled look cross his face. Glancing across the room, she 'lifted' a bandage, floating it over to hover in front of him.

 

"I can teach you to do that and more... if you're willing to let me... You share the gift of the Force Madi."

[Madi Ibra]

"The Force?" Madi replied. Memories sprang into his mind at the mention of the word. He had fought against the Alliance in a few engagements. Fighting alongside the rebels were another group of religious nutcases, the Jedi. He had been warned by his officers not to tangle with the Jedi. On the battlefield Madi had seen the Jedi in action, fighting with lightsabers and leading the rebel armies.

 

Madi remembered the blades of energy that had arced throught the air, slicing open his fellow stormtroopers and cauterizing the wounds in the same motion. He reached out and plucked the bandage out of the air.

 

"Can you teach me to use a lightsaber?" he asked. The moment he had seen the energy blade Madi had coveted it. If he could possess and use one of the lightsabers because of the Force; then he would accept whatever training Alora could offer.

[Alora]

Her eyes sparkled as she saw in his how he coveted the thought of using a lightsaber. Alora's hand slipped beneath the folds of her robes, bringing out one of the hilts she had carved with the force, the intricately patterned bird of prey hilt, the eyes of the predator being the stitches, though she had internal activation switches with it as well.

 

"One like this perhaps?"

 

Tilting the blade so that he could see it ignite properly, she activated it with it's customary *snap-hiss*, the crimson blade pulsing to life. She waited a few moments before shutting it down, the energy blade retracting to the hilt. She twisted her hand over so that he could take it off her palm for a closer look.

 

"This one holds what is left of my parents ashes, forged with blood, sweat and tears into my crystal... the heart of my blade. Each blade that is created by a Sith is special to them, dear to them, a part of them. You may have heard stories on how the Sith can behave... and the acolytes certainly didn't give you any reason not to believe how evil the Sith can be. We aren't evil though. We use the Force, just like the Jedi, though we have more freedom to use it however we wish. I can show you how to harness the Force, can teach you how to use it and with enough training, to make your own blade. Madi, will you accept me as your teacher?"

 

Touching his mind lightly she gleaned information from him. Having seen the scar around his neck also gave her insight into his past. She phrased her words carefully, having an inkling that if he heard the word 'Master' he would rebel. She would have to treat this apprentice with care... if he were to accept her as his Master. She felt his strength in the Force, his potential...

[Madi Ibra]

Madi hung on every word Alora spoke as his eyes never strayed from the lightsaber. He hungered for one as he was seduced by the hiss of the blade as it activated. Alora held the crimson energy blade out for him to see. He realized that she knew he wanted the knowledge to wield it. He hesitated then took the weapon from her hand. As she spoke he listened to Alora explain the use of the Force.

 

He studied the intricate work of the handle. She said blood was used to make it. Madi wanted to activate the energy blade but was caustious enough to realize he didn't posses the training needed to use such a powerful weapon. "The Jedi we fought used lightsabers with blue or green blades..one even had a silver blade. It was a magnificent weapon," Madi said as he returned the lightsaber hilt to Alora.

 

"Yours is...beautiful and yet it has a dark, seductive beauty," he told the female Sith. It was almost as if he was describing Alora herself. "Is it true that the lightsaber reflects the properties of its owner?" Madi asked. He wasn't yet ready to answer the question she had posed to him. Another person to follow or serve after I just rid myself of one master.