Königreich des Teufels - Demolished Sith Academy (Carida)

[Exodus]

Vehemence, fury, ferocity; suppressing such a sentiment ate at his very soul. An embryonic blaze incinerated his ordinary conscience, the most malicious of the bunch simply standing in a quieted reverie; a nightmare, if anything. His eyes remained closed, shielding the impossible flame lit within them. The all too familiar murderous intent crept upon him slowly, but surely as the dispute continued. It was none of his business at this point, but he was bound to make it such.

 

Why did Alora have to interfere, she just had to rouse the insufferable malevolence within. A break of sweat cracked the surface of skin above his brow, followed by another on the opposing side. They all underestimated his presence in this whole crisis; he could snuff the breath from each of them at this very moment, silencing their deafening ignorance.

 

And still, Alora continued to impede on the competition between both Dominique and Draken; spouting words of allegiance to his apprentice. At first, Exodus could sympathetically side with the said speech, but noticing throughout history that Alora and her apprentice, as well as many others had simply used other Sith as cattle. Using eager acolytes as mere slabs of meat whenever pushed over the edge, using them to test their own abilities and thoughtlessly slaughter them whenever they even breathed wrong. The hypocrisy sent him into another craze, allowing him to feed off of every word that infuriated him, but it remained silenced ”“ no one could sense the resentment swelling within him.

 

The choke hold, the beatings with the infamous Force lightning technique; The very same power that pushed Exodus to use it for awhile now, simply pulsing within the unshielded arm of the Sith Master. Although he was extremely inexperienced in the method, he felt it crying to be released. The freezing, the hypocritical speeches, and most of all ”“ The threat with his daughter.

 

Why was she doing this? If she truly cared she would know not to meddle, to simply continue on and allow business to be business. Something must've fueled her interference and Exodus would no sooner find out. But this irritation provoked him to a level that almost blinded his better judgment.

 

Eyelids peeled back at a snail's pace, finally revealing intensity quite unlike anything they'd ever seen. Alora, simply walking off in the opposite direction, while his apprentice lay almost roasted on the floor before him. It was almost as if Exodus were in shock when he laid his eyes upon his apprentice, and then to his energy-engulfed arm. She was wrong if she thought he would simply do nothing when a loved one was put in danger. But she didn't just put one love in harms way, she put two.

 

His arm completely unfolded”¦

 

There was silence, only the simple echo of Alora's boot hitting the ground. Fingers followed suit, uncurling slowly and pointing them at Alora. The silence was raped as an unsuspecting, explosion of ecstatic, rapturous blackened cerulean energy ripped across the atmosphere and lit up Alora's entirety, sending her to the floor effectively. His existence dispersed from where he once stood; now finding himself ably atop the body of his former Master.

 

He held his CrushGaunt onto her throat, not squeezing it into nothingness, just simply showing that he held her captive and if she would try anything, he would give no second thought to shattering it. He would need her still for this discussion; she had a way of always running off or stomping off into a fury. He held his wistful lips close to her skin and spoke daringly; he would be heard.

 

”œYour first mistake; Interference. Your second; My Child, and lastly ”“ Your third; My apprentice.”

[Bad karma]

Physical pain was nothing. She knew she had won this fight regardless what happened. The Sith Master knew not what she spoke of, she had not held control over herself. She was not worthy to live. How dare she speak of Respect for Sith when she showed how little she knew about them. Sith abused their power, they did not whine and moan about her others of their order disregarded the rest. Perhaps if she took the stick out of her ass and looked around the order she would realize this place was not for her.

 

Perhaps she was so upset over the stolen soul, why was beyond Dominique as Draken proclaimed to have it safely within his grasp. This would not last long, no..No it would not. They would both pay for their disrespect towards herself and Exodus. Forging bonds through the force where they were not welcome, attacking others. Then she felt it, she felt the whore sweeping into her mind and leaving her words behind.

 

She couldn't help but open her eyes, pressing her blistered palms onto the cool floor of the temple and letting out a cry of laughter at the words. She spoke of decency to a Sith, she spoke of decency to a woman that had ruthlessly slaughtered millions upon Corillia. Even killing those in the hospitals. Her laughter only increased into a shrill cackle as she mentioned not protecting her from her own enemies. She opened her lips slowly, the pain that rushed through her body was immense now.

 

"Protect me from my enemies? What kind of weak Sith do you take me for? I fight my own battles! Sad that Draken can't say the same...a woman doing his dirty work. You've disgraced him beyond anything he could ever do you foolish winch. Nothing but a holster for mens swords..."

 

Dominique stopped speaking as she watched the electricity spring forth from Exodus's fingertips as it had from Alora's only moments ago. A grin spread over her cracked and bleeding lips as she forced her body to stand. The pain was debilitating her, yet at the same time it was her only driving force. The force was a gift so few received and it was in times like these it was the single most great thing in existence. She pressed her palm to the wall and began to move towards the med bay in need of only one thing...

 

Her world faded in and out as her body and mind reeled with pain. Her left hand slipped into her robes to pull out her freshly fired revolver. They would pay...both of them would pay. While Alora was preoccupied she would take care of the other. Time was lost on her, but she arrived in the medical wing regardless. Acolytes moved about preparing Draken and another young girl for surgery it seemed. Stretching out her super natural senses she locked onto the two remaining crystals, one a fake and one real. Draken would live, for sure, but his knee cap was not so lucky...

 

The slug was in his right hand, the crystal his left. Raising the gun and pulling the force to her she took aim and fired a single shot. The bullet pierced his left hand shattering the crystal. Raising her empty hand she pulled the remaining crystal to her. As it flew through the air she put a slug in it dead center, blowing it away. A pleased grin crept upon her face as she pulled the mans soul before her. Rather then pull it into her body she forced it into her revolver, infusing the two into one. With this done she summoned her last bit of energy to place a powerful force signature on her weapon, one that would hide Drakens signature from all save for those that were strong enough in the force and touched the weapon itself....

 

As her last bit of energy dissipated she collapsed against the wall. Her eyes barely hung open now, she knew if she was to drift into blissful sleep she would never again awaken. She couldn't allow that to happens, so she sat there clutching her weapon tightly waiting for someone, anyone to help her.

[Alora]

"Why did I interfere?"

 

Instead of telling him, she showed him. Opened her mind and made him see the way Dom had forced the connection and abused though the bond Alora'd had with Draken. She showed him everything Dom had done. She let him see that it was because of her she had made that threat. The threat that hadn't meant a thing. He now saw everything. How she had lost all connections until they had been forced back open just a short time ago.

 

"If you still don't care to believe me over the soul stealing menace you call a former apprentice then do it. Kill me now and be done with it. There is nothing you can do that hasn't been done before. But know one thing. Your daughter is well taken care of. I have been providing all her needs, everything she could want she's had, no expense spared. All you need do is monitor my comm frequency to know how she is. I sent you the last message. Am I to assume you never got it?"

 

She didn't fear death, though she knew that her next death would be her last. She refused to have her own soul abused by someone else and she wouldn't have anyone to reclone her... that would even want to.

 

"What are you waiting for? Finish the job Exodus."

[darth shadowlord]

Draken looked at his knee as he lay on the gurney for the second time that day. He cursed and stood to his feet, began to walk back to his ship. He could feel Alora's pain, as she was caught in Exodus' grip. He could feel her pain at not being able to save him.

 

 

He reached out to her and brushed her mind lightly. " Mistress, I am leaving. I may not return. You will always have a place in my life. It is better that I leave know, there may be another way for me to regain the remains of my soul. "

 

Draken walked to his ship and boarded it. He guided it into the air and then out into space. Several moments later, he leapt into hyperspace headed for Serenno.

[Exodus]

It sickened him, why was she talking like that. She represented everything he wanted to eradicate, that weak sense of judgment, placing rules on exactly how one was suppose to be killed. She showed him everything, and still he spat the emotion back into her face. The same grin she had grown so tired of was gleaming right before her, his eyes showing absolutely no remorse. He should've guessed it, she was desirous of him; she had become jealous of what Exodus became. This was almost comical as she attempted to douse his frenzy with information of her performance with his offspring.

 

It was as if she had no longer known the apprentice she had trained. Exodus was beyond what he was, he evolved into a prophecy unseen by all. This meddlesome woman just knew how to push him further, and so she did as she taunted him to end her life right her and now. Unfortunately there was no hesitation within Exodus, simply judgment.

 

A swift pressure placed itself onto the grasped, defenseless neck. He - little by little, narrowed the space within his former Master's throat. Taking unfathomable pleasure from watching the excruciating pain represented in her eyes. If it was noticeable, he had a craze for eyes, always knowing his held more significance than all those around him. Suddenly, a wretched snap ensued and echoed within the area. Acolytes around would smile in bliss, knowing that the one who had simply killed them for mere practice was being put to punishment.

 

Her neck collapsed and went limp at his own hands; surely it was entertaining, but not satisfying. His gaze deepened before eyelids once again shielded his luminous orbs. Hands would feel there way to her lifeless face that now lay against the floor, a breath would be inhaled in complete harmony as he then heaved downward allowing her head to splatter all over the now grotesque floors.

 

He felt something of guilt deep within him, but to say the least ”“ He loved it. She finally paid her price for all those years of his suffering and having to bare witness to her many sleazy nights, especially when he had to sit by and listen to her delightful moans with her subjects when he was merely striving for power. Well, he had attained it and now smothered his Master in hate.

 

This was what the Sith of Old were shaped upon.

[Bad karma]

Though the pain was blinding she still felt the powerful figure fading through the force. Alora's life was quickly leaving her body, but in what fashion she did not know. Only Exodus and Alora knew that for now, perhaps one day she would inquire as to what means he used to oust her. Now was not the time for this though, her body was barely hanging on thanks to the attempts Alora had made upon it.

 

She could faintly make out the forms of Acolytes before her, seeking to help her. A soft patch was placed upon her body, followed by many more of them. Bacta patches placed upon her burned and blistered body. An uprising of anger raised up in her as her body surged upwards. She ripped the patches free tossing them to the side and stumbling out of the area.

 

She stretched out through the force, touching Exodus's mind with her own quickly fading presence. She needed him now, she needed him to help her. Alora had down something to her internal organs that was bringing about a pain beyond description. Tripping over her own feet she fell to the ground, only to be greeted by more shocks to her system. Through her bleeding and cracked lips she managed to mumble the one word that would bring her comfort as she passed out...

 

"Exodus.."

[Alora]

In the distance she saw her parents, the ones that she had lost so long ago, now they were there to greet her. She moved towards them now, forever gone from the eternal agony she had been in during life

 

No fear showed in her eyes, the pressure he had to use to break the reinforced bones of her neck eventually paid off. She showed the signs of pain, but she also showed signs of relief. She could now not have to be concerned on how her life had been, on how twisted and demented it had all become. She'd never wanted to do what she had done. She had lost parts of herself with every death, every thrashing she had taken. Now it was all over. Her life extinguished from the one she had first had as an apprentice. She could see his hate for her as her sight faded, she had known how much he had hated her. She hadn't even put up a fight. She could have, though she didn't. She didn't want to. She had wanted her life ended. Her pointless, worthless life, one in which she had accomplished very little. Her only accomplishments was that her first apprentice had gotten to Master, her second to Lord.

 

That she'd respected... even loved Exodus showed as the final breath escaped her body. Never would she return to this place, never would she breath another breath in what was a worthless, useless life to begin with. She had no idea why Slaanesh had brought her back to begin with. Not after the dark lord had killed her before. Well she had no concerns now. Her only regrets were that she wouldn't see Sirvani's wedding, nor would she train Malyss. The girl would find another Master if she wanted to continue in the sith.

 

It was over.

[Exodus]

Rising from his situation at hand, Exodus felt the struggling essence of what remained of Dominique. Still, he had confidence that she would not be as easily defeated as Alora's apprentice was. The coward probably ran off, leaving the woman who had risked her life for him, to die. Exodus continued walking boldly throughout the halls as the on-looking acolytes observed the almost unidentifiable mess with awe.

 

No sooner did he reach his former apprentice, collapsed upon the bitter floor with nauseating wounds all over her. He leaned over and grasped her still existing body, holding her with infatuation as he always did, regardless of her state. His cold demeanor held strong as he demanded assistance from those passing by. Coincidentally, the remedial labs were nearby which were filled with bacta-tanks ready for use.

 

He made his presence known, she knew she would be safe with him near, and so he would be; placing her into the tank and allowing the specialized to handle her health while he sat by. He stared into the tank, as if seeing right through all of its fluidities and into a world beyond this.

[Bad karma]

Delete, meh

[Bad karma]

Darkness

 

 

Concealed specters swam all around her, just beyond her vision. They haunted her, threatened her, she knew them all to well. For every deep sleep she fell back into she lay witness to the embodiments of those she had slain with out mercy. She did not fear them, or hold any sort of hatred as the swirled about her. Rather she embraced them and spoke with them. A piece of every life she took was embedded within her forever more.

 

A calmness settled over her mind as she was swallowed whole by a chilly, yet soothing liquid. She could only assume he had come to her and returned her to the medical bay, letting them place her into one of the large tanks. Comforted by the knowledge that he was here now she let herself settle in, fading in and out of conscious for quite some time.

 

 

____

 

"How long?"

 

Her entire body was still ablaze, but only embers from the previous fire. The fluid around her body was draining away slowly now. Her legs were like jello, but she was awake enough to catch herself with the force before falling. Her head was bowed in shame. Not shame because she stood in a tank before Exodus without any clothes, rather shame that she had not been the one to end Alora's life. That she had let Draken escape.

 

Once they removed her she pulled a robe over her head and looked to Exodus. Her cold eyes only warmed as they met his. She was glad he was still here, at least someone cared enough to make sure she was taken care of. The Sith be damned, the only person that mattered to her was standing before her now. Her face had very few marks upon it as she had thrown up her hands to defend against the strikes, but the rest of her body would hold many reminders of the power of the Dark side...

 

"Thank You.."

[Exodus]

He held her closely a final time, allowing her appreciative words to beckon for caution as he did so. He couldn't let her get too attached; it would drive her of her path to ascension, it would become a definite distraction at such an early stage. His hands moved about her shoulders and carefully massaged them as he spoke.

 

”œI must return to a matter-at-hand, be well.”

[Bad karma]

Dominique cast her eyes upon the floor as Exodus left. She couldn't bear see him leave once more, it would seem that every time they had two seconds together then more pressing matters came up. If only time itself was hers to control then things would be so much more simple. There would be ample time for them to be together, to train, and to do all the things they needed to do.

 

Closing her sky blue eyes she let the emotion fade from her body. The time for such feelings was passing, not for good, but for now it she would have to push it back in her mind. More pressing matters were at hand now. Dominique opened her eyes slowly, taking in the traces of light that filtered into the sterile room were she was. Alora was to take on an apprentice, she would have to deal with that one..as well as Yue.

 

She took the time to slip on her black velvet gloves, worn boots, and her belt before heading towards the hanger. Pausing only once on the way to grab her weapons from the room they had been placed into. The cold handle of the unforgiving revolver felt good in her palm. As did the weapon that ran up the length of her right arm. Pleased to have them back she slipped unnoticed into the hanger and towards Alora's ship.

 

The hatch had been left open when the Acolytes brought Alora's apprentice in, so getting in was of no difficulty. Stretching out with her extra sensory perceptions she found the faint life source of a young female in one of the rooms on the ship. Everything on board was a bit lavish for her taste, but this ship would do fine for what she needed. Rather then wake the girl so soon she moved into the cockpit.

 

Twenty minutes of hard work and the ships security system was sliced and reconfigured to fit what she desired. Standing up and stretching she decided she would take her leave soon. She informed Yue of such by touching his mind with the force and letting him know to seek her out. Now it was time, the girl would have to be woken despite what condition she was in.

 

"Wake up girl. Your Master is dead."

[Yue]

Yue was growing bored waiting for this women to contanct him. Yue waited still. Yue had to wait for her. She was the one person she could teach him how to contorl the darkness inside. Finally he recived her need of him and where he was to meet her. Yue left the ship and followed her though the halls of the academy. He finally enter the chamber where his master was. She was telling a girl to wake up. Yue only stood with his back on the wall. He would have to deal with this other women to. He would deal with her as he learned what he needed from Dominque.

[Exodus]

The huge ceremonial hall was silent and empty. Vague, muffled sounds broke through the still air from the caverns beyond the thick stone walls. For a moment, as the massive metallic door slid open, the sounds grew to an ear splitting din; fighter and speeder engines throbbed and whined, men screamed orders above the clamour, and below the noise from the busy hangers, soft footsteps scraped on the flagstones which paved the floor of the hall. The sounds from the active Sith Academy were chased back as the door closed.

 

Exodus stood with his back against the doors, pleased to have a moment of peace to himself. He looked around the hall, his eyes flitting briefly over the great blocks of granite from which the walls were constructed, and the vines that gripped at those walls, covering them with an unpleasant green foliage that broke the monotony of the grey stone. He glanced forward at the tall, slender openings in the rock which served as windows to light and air the hall as well as giving a panoramic view of the jungle beyond. In his mind Exodus saw row after row of Acolytes; pilots, ground troops, technicians, engineers, all with eyes front, and upon the Sith Master Exodus.

 

He descended the steps into the hall and walked across the paved floor, remembering back to the ceremony when he had crossed this place with his companions. He had been embarrassed then and, he had to admit, proud. He reached the opposite stairs and sat upon the second step. His head fell into his hands, his elbows rested on his thighs, and his mind turned from the now silence to more troubling images from his recent past, his spirits now unsure and confused about his immediate future, growing ever so dark.

 

A ship remained prepared for immediate liftoff and so Exodus rose from his contemplation, not even considering the slithering acolytes in the near distance. Entering without another sound to spare, the phantom of a man sent for the skies ahead - Destination, Mechis III.

[Malyss]

Some small, sadistically stubborn part of Malyss was vaguely aware of what was going on around her. Ruthless hands bearing a variety of medical instruments were assaulting her barely alive body. There came commotion and voices, but they sounded as if they could be a billion miles away instead of right in the same room.

 

Then closer than all the rest, came an unfamiliar female voice. It was odd to hear such a feminine sound in the midst of all the muffled male voices.

 

"Wake up girl. Your Master is dead."

 

The seriousness of the voice registered more in her mind than the message. Malyss's eyes opened a slit. The light seemed unbarably bright. It took her a few seconds to comprehend the other woman's words. When realization struck, Malyss's eyes opened wider and she tried to sit up, despite the pain and the weakness that still posessed her body.

[Bad karma]

The girl had yet to fully come to as Yue boarded the ship and slipped into the room the pair were inhabiting. She turned to face him first as he would be more easy to deal with then the wounded female laying upon the bed. Dominique ran her eyes over him, thinking just what she would have him do. She knew what he would need to do and that she should probably let him take advantage of the furnace under the temple here while they were here.

 

"Yue...You've an assignment now. I want you to venture into into the depths of the temple and begin work upon your crystal. This is where you will learn focus and control, for if you can not learn them you will fail at crafting the heart of your weapon. If you fail at that, if you create a single minor imperfection...Death awaits you. Go, Now."

 

She turned her back to him as he left, as she had made it obvious he would have no help, no questions answered. Stepping forward she cast her light blue eyes upon Malyss's left arm. It was quite a sight, the doctors had cleaned it up and were preparing to slice the bone in twine and replace it with a mechanical appendage. This was unacceptable. She would not have this woman's force potential altered in anyway just so she could have some metal appendage.

 

With a single look to each of them they quickly left them, exiting the ship quickly. Dominique rested her right pointing finger over her lips in a deep thought. This would be the perfect time for her to test out an idea she had been working on for some time now. She pressed the palm of her left hand into the woman's chest, forcing her to lay back when she tried to raise. She was in no condition to be doing such just yet.

 

First she would have to acquire the proper tools. The young Sith lord moved from her ship and back into the temple. Taking her precious time she observed the various workers and Acolytes, seeing which worked hardest and which slacked off the most. It didn't take long to find a powerful looking man that wasn't pulling his load, yet was yelling at others for the way they did things. No one called him out, she figured, because of his size.

 

"Excuse me..."

 

He turned to face her, the anger at being interuppted immediately apparent on his face. She never gave him the chance to speak as she formed her hands into a semi-circle and ran them down the length of his arm, drawing all of his strength out of it in one go. His arm fall limp at his side as she glared into his eyes.

 

"Get to work."

 

With that she moved back towards her ship, the energy circling around the palm of her hand the entire time. It only took a few minutes for the graceful, yet pale figure to enter her ship again. Instantly she sat to work, ripping the energy she had stored in her revolver out and merging it with Malyss's arm...the strength from the man was forced in at the same time, the power from the portion of Draken's soul she had contained the strength and made the arm quite powerful, while at the same time a horrifying sight. She would have no feeling in it, but it would be just as capable as any other part of her body...

 

"There we go..."

[Malyss]

Being pressed back down after her valiant attempt to rise ignited anger within Malyss. Though her ire was as potent as ever, her body was in no condition to act upon it. Revenge was not best dealt out when teetering on death's brink. Not that she could've done much to a Sith had she been healthy.

 

She held no fear of falling into the numb of ever after but Malyss did not want to die. Not quite yet. So she laid still, pushed anger aside and fed on pain. Ironically, agony was the only thing keeping her caught in the land of the living. She glared up at the ceiling. Wondered what was to come now that her apparent master was dead...if indeed that dire news was truth.

 

Weary lids slid closed over silver eyes. She might have been laying in that same spot for a minute or a month. Nothing existed but pain. A strange feeling overcame her mangled arm. Rather, it was a lack of feeling. Lack of hurt. First thought, it had been severed. Had she passed out? Had they hacked off the arm while she was unconcious?

 

'There we go...'

 

The female voice again. Malyss's eyes opened. She raised her arm, expected to see nothing where it used to be. The sight that greeted her was even more disturbing than what she'd expected. Her arm was still there, still stripped of it's flesh, still a repulsive sight of exposed tendon, muscle and bone...

 

"What the hell...?" she muttered, her voice barely there.

 

She continued to inspect her gruesome appendage, flexed her fingers, twisted it this way and that, not quite able to believe her eyes. She didn't know what to think...what to say.

[Bad karma]

Dominique watched as she flexed her hand. It would seem that everything had worked as she had planned. Dominique only tore her eyes away from the deathly appendage when Malyss spoke. Rather then answer her question straight away she decided to wait a bit. The arm would serve her well, at least she hoped it would work out for her.

 

"Looks like everything is in working order, yes? Right, anyways. I will be the one to train you now. Tell me, what is your name? What did Alora teach you?"

 

Dominique's fingers began to fiddle with the edge of her cloak as she watched the woman before her. She didn't like being in this temple, but they had to wait on Yue's return. She was curious how his he was doing with his crystal, either way it did not matter at this point in time.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken landed his ship outside of the Sith Academy and stepped out of his ship. He looked around and sighed. It was kinda painful returning so soon. This had been where he had let his mistress die becasue he couldn't save her.

 

Then he shook his head in disgust. What was he acting all mournful about? He was a Sith, they didn't feel regret. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he strode into the Academy.

[Malyss]

Alora... sounded like a name befitting of the woman who'd attacked then had sent Malyss on the doomed little hunting foray. Her entire body shifted a bit. Her eyes had reclaimed their dull light despite the various pains that smoldered through her form. She looked at the female who claimed to be her new trainer. She glared at her a moment, feeling like nothing more than a piece of garbage. Trash discarded only to be foraged by someone else.

 

"She...Alora...taught me nothing. Only just met."

 

Her eyes travelled back to the monstrosity that her left arm had become. Though the sight sickened her, part of her also admired it. Even liked it. She was glad it hadn't been severed. She was not so shallow as to desire an aesthetically pleasing appendage. As long as it functioned she would appreciate and be thankful for such a morbid miracle.

 

"Malyss. Is my name." she said while staring at her arm. "Malyss Slayde."

 

With deadened eyes, she looked back to the Sith lady. "What are you called? And what's to happen...to me?"

[Bad karma]

Dominique couldn't help but release a twisted smirk at the news that Alora and Malyss had only just met. The force around the young woman held a select few emotions. The swelled all around her, only disappearing into the unseen force when another, greater emotion rose up to replace it. These emotions could be exploited, used, in her training. If the right pressure was applied upon each of them then Malyss would have the ability to become a powerful Sith within her grasp.

 

"Malyss...You may call me Darth Hel, or master which ever you prefer, but those are your only two choices. Call me by any other name and punishment will swiftly follow. I will train you in the dark arts. A wild entity is all about you girl, waiting for you to take command of it. To dominate it completely and make it submit to your very will. When I am done with you...It will be your servant and you will posses skill and knowledge beyond what most in this wretched realm could ever hope to have."

 

A bit of a fire had ignited within Dominique's eyes as she spoke, reinforcing how strongly she believed in what she spoke of. This one had potential, that was for sure, but whether or not she would be skilled and determined enough to unlock it is what Darth Hel was here to determine.

[Malyss]

Malyss struggled into a sitting position so that her eyes might be more level with the woman who'd apparently laid claim to her. A multitude of strange aches and pains took turns tormenting the beaten woman. She suffered them in bitter silence.

 

Once reasonably comfortable, Malyss considered which name to call the lady. Darth Hel or master? One or the other. She wondered how horrible a punishment would be dealt out should defy the woman's want.

 

"You did this to my arm." she stated in a low voice. "I suppose I should thank you. I am grateful for whatever it is you did. Thank you for saving my limb...Master Hel."

 

Malyss intentionally spliced the two names together out of curiosity. Though not a lover of punishment, she intended to see just how Darth Hel would deal with the little defiance. A small stream of fear tingled down her spine. She realized that defying a Sith was not the smartest thing a person should do...

[Bad karma]

Anyone who happened to glance into the lightly shaded blue orbs of Dominique would wonder how such a cooler could reveal such a deep running rage and passion. Her eyes could strike fear in some of the strongest of Bounty hunters and Jedi alike as she turned her gaze to Malyss. Her face was neutral, but her eyes told all of what the splicing of her name had done. It was unacceptable and she refused to be tested by such a lowly creature as the one before her. She would be taught.

 

Dominique raised her right hand up slowly, her palm facing upwards as she did. She began to turn her hand so that her palm was facing outwards and as she her first began to tighten. The force leapt forth, gripping Malyss's throat with a crushing grip and choking the air out of her. Taking her time, Hel stepped towards until her eyes were inches from her apprentices, disappointment was evident as tendrils of the force slipped into the young girls mind..infusing thoughts of if her last breath had been taken and increasing the fear within her.

 

"From now on, Speak when spoken too. Do not thank me, to thank one means you owe them something. You owe me nothing."

 

With a final squeeze she constricted her grip then released it. She watched as fresh, oxygen rich blood began to flow through her once more. As she gasped for a breath to pull into her lungs. Perhaps she would learn her lesson, but if she had not then Hel would not hesitate to increase the punishment received. Each broken rule, each failure would make things worse. Success was its own reward.

 

"I do not recall listing Master Hel as a choice, girl." With a slightly twisted grin Hel twisted her head to the side and spoke again..a mocking quality barely concealed in her voice. "Do I anger you?"

[Malyss]

The look in Darth Hel's eyes was enough to make Malyss cringe and totally regret what she'd done. And it happened. Punishment. An invisible force crushed at her neck. Malyss's eyes widened and her mouth opened, she struggled to inhale. Her lips moved, formed soundless words as Hel's face loomed ever closer.

 

Malyss's hands leapt for her own throat, fingernails began to dig into the flesh in attempt to rip out the phantom fingers in her neck, as the Sith lady spoke. She heard every word as if each had been drilled individually through her skull.

 

Moments later a sweet rush of air finally fell into her aching lungs. Malyss inhaled deeply, greedy for more. She trembled. An odd mash of emotions formed within. The most prominant being anger. She glared at Hel, eyes blazing with rage. It was the second time she'd been choked in such a manner...her anger therefore doubled...

 

"Yes." she hissed out, voice dry and trembling like a dead and stubborn leaf clinging to it's branch in mid blizzard. "Yes. You anger me. Master."

[Bad karma]

"Good. It seems you either have a tight leash upon your emotions already, or you fear me to much to lash out."

 

Hel ran her eyes over Malyss's face, then down to her arm. Its grotesque appearance was quite pleasing, she had never seen anything quite like it in all of her time, but if things went as planned she would see such a thing many, many more times. The girl could count herself lucky to be the first to receive such treatment, as she would be the one being noted as the one brave enough to let Hel do such a thing, even if she did not have a choice in the matter.

 

"I want you to harness your anger...Focus it to laser precision, then let it wash over your body...Feel your anger and embrace it as it flows through the force. Do not mistake embracing for letting it control you though, the latter will surely lead to death. If you are able to do as I say...then you will be able to move considerable faster. Try to strike me. You know what happens if you fail."

 

Hel watched her, curious if she would be able to harness the force through her anger on the first try. She wouldn't be surprised if she did as Acolytes gained command over the force at an alarming rate these days. The true question was would she be able to lay her hands upon her Master or not.

[Guest]

Hettyc took a deep breath, inhaling the air in a long, suppressed breath. The gravity here is too high, he thought, pulling his legs up and striding forward in the brush, Perfect place for combat training... He knew something of combat as well, what conditions made someone stronger, which conditions could make a fighter pathetic... and high gravity was certainly a plus for increased stamina-- not many people can do backflips on a high-gravity planet, which makes them better at it on low-grav worlds. That was only one thought of course, while thousands of other thoughts coursed through his mind, terracing the edges of his conscious and skirting his subconscious.

 

He was here for the Sith Academy of course-- why else would someone come to Cardia?-- to maximize his combat abilities with Sith training and Force training as well, if that option presented itself. As his legs brushed the lush rainforest terrain, he thought back to the contrast between this green-stained world and his own homeworld of Concord Dawn... the swaying fields were far from green, their tannish-brown waves blowing in breezes that these trees would no doubt be unaffected by. The temerate world had been interesting to grow up on... if not terrifying...

 

Running! Was that all that Hettyc lived for? To run? No, he lived to hunt, eat... and run. No one could catch him, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't have cared if they caught him anyway... he was too far gone for that.

 

His mind snapped back into focus as he moved to avoid a tree, which had somehow managed to appear directly in his path. He needed to pay more attention... it was one of his flaws. On Concord Dawn, that flaw had nearly gotten him killed, but that didn't matter anymore. No one cared what happened to a single outcast on Concord Dawn... especially a murderer...

 

The bloodstains were still on his cloths. Everyone noticed, and the Journeymen didn't approve. There weren't red-blooded animals on Concord... that just made what he did all the more obvious. Why did he kill the Journeyman? No one really cares.

 

As his feet plodded along, bringing him hopefully closer to his destination, he reached up to brush his hair back... it seemed to fall into his eyes regularly when he was thinging, probably because his eyes were always pointed downwards. That was something he learned to accept... when he was looking down, no one could see his eyes, so no one could see his emotions. Emotion was such a bad thing... except maybe anger.

 

The Journeyman started it. If he hadn't pushed first, he'd still be alive. No one saw what happened, they didn't know. He needed to kill or be killed right then... and he killed. The scythe had worked perfectly, though how such an old implement had gotten on the farm...

 

The building loomed ahead of him, a grim reminder of just what Hettyc was voluntarily submitting to... anger, hatred, the power of the Dark Side... but also the dangers. He'd heard of Darth Vader, who hadnt. and the Emperor... they were killed by their power, in the Emperor's case much more vividly. No one realized just what they were going into when they became a Sith... Hettyc did. He knew exactly what he was doing... he'd done it before.

 

Hettyc's hands were easy to clean off, the Journeyman's blood simply ran off when he doused them with some water, but the stains on his shirt and pants wouldn't come out. The blistering Concord sun had done its work, and the stains were caked in and weren't coming out. So Hettyc ran.

 

The large door became larger still as Hettyc walked closer, silencing his footsteps and trying to silence his heavy breathing, it's grim surface dull underneath the matted forest canopy. Dampness had crept underneath Hettyc's clothing, and mingled with perspiration where it met his skin... the persiration was not from work. He knew what he was doing, and because of this he had a healthy degree of fear for those who would become his master. He'd seen Force adepts in combat before.

 

A glowing blade had come from no where just in time to save Hettyc's life... he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt relief when the crimson blade began twitching and slicing. He was being pursued closely, as he should have expected being pursued when he wandered through a town... it was pure luck that he stumbled along someone who would actually help.

 

His hand quivered as he eyed his surroundings... the foliage was slighly less dense around the structure, partly because they were blocked from growing by the building, partly because of the Dark energy that seemed to seep out in places. Even as an untrained Force user, Hettyc knew the presence of evil when he felt it. It had been an automatic realization for some time... years actually.

 

When the screams drifted off into the distance, the red blade shifted back into the metallic hilt from where it came. The presence of evil exuded from Hettyc's rescuer, the rescuer that would very soon become his worst memory. The man lashed out... he didn't even touch Hettyc and pain coursed through his body, which began gradually moving from its place on the ground. He almost died that day... the stranger simply left.

 

A door guard stood nearby, probably awaiting sorry souls that ventured to the Sith Academy, seemingly completely nonplussed by Hettyc's appearance. He spoke, "You going to just stand there, then, or go inside?"

 

The door opened, as Hettyc should have known it would and a dark hallway opened before him, stretching out along a very slighly lit interior. One glance at the guard and Hettyc knew he was allowed to go in, and so he did. Walking somewhat easier inside the cool building, Hettyc somehow found himself in a room with more people. Real people, evil people, but definitely people nonetheless. Lost, he had no idea what to do or where to go. If only another bad memory would show him the way. Such is the life of a Sith..., he thought. How naive.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken pondered for a moment, he had heard of a group of sith like people that were closer to Sith wizards then anything else. so he walked toward the libary and began to search for information about them. He spent several hours searching before he found the information he was searching for.

 

He found out that they were called Serpents and that they were somewhere on a planet called Chandrila. He set down the datapad, and walked out of the libary heading back to his ship. He boarded his ship and fired the engines up and blasted off into space. After a brief amount of searching he found the location and leapt into hyperspace.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle began to operate on the droid. He took out most of its internal processors immediately. They were not suitable for what he required. The mad scientist replaced them, giving it a new brain, one he had created from scratch. It was built solely to coordinate complex fighting moves, that was its only purpose. It did not need to think beyond the capacity to obey and kill. But he added an extra touch. The voice of the droid would be transmitted straight from Nurgle's remote control. It would speak through him. The machine could operate autonomously of course, but if necessary Nurgle possessed complete control that could be commanded from a reasonable distance. His mind could think more strategically than any machine's, even one he invented. There could come a time when he needed the machine to fight for him. He worked on the creature's joints next.

 

These are not suitable for what I have in mind. It needs to be more flexible.

 

He searched among his inventory of junk. The Sith Master had collected many machine parts, among other objects, during his extensive travels. He never threw anything away, it all had the potential to be valuable in a future experiment. Nurgle found the right part he needed. Joints from an old labor droid. The joints needed to be able to rotate 360 degrees, yet still be as strong as any other combat droid. The one's he had selected were old, but were precisely what was needed. It required someone with an intricate knowledge of machinery to be able to interchange or even simply construct new parts like this. It was lucky Nurgle was so smart. He breathed deeply from his mask as he continued to work.

[Malyss]

Malyss slid off the table. A sharp jolt of pain, like a stream of shattered glass ripping through her veins, assailed her from feet to head.

 

She inhaled deeply, swore as she did. She closed her eyes and simply hated everything. Absolutely anything that crossed her darkening mind. Her silver eyes literally sparked for a moment as they glared across at the woman Hel.

 

Anger.

 

Harness it.

 

Focus it.

 

Embrace it.

 

To the best of her knowledge and ability, Malyss did exactly what Hel had told her to. She let her anger explode then pulled it back to herself. She compressed it into a managable force. Lastly she attempted to embrace the emotion that had been her most prominant companion for most of her life. She was in control. Confident that her companion was now her servant. Something changed within. Something germinated. Grew.

 

Malyss turned her full attention to Hel. She'd love to strike her...at the very least. She flexed the muscles of the abomination that her left arm had become. She felt the power there. She could imagine wrapping it's skinless fingers around Hel's neck to completely collapse her airway. Choke the hell out of Hel...

 

The rage within became more than a mere emotion. It became sustinance. Malyss fed off it. Let fatten and fortify her anger even more...

 

Without warning she lunged. Her battered body carried her a shade quicker than ever she had moved before. In a second Malyss was before Hell, mangled claw of a hand was nothing but a blur as it sought to latch around the Sith's neck.

[Bad karma]

Hel could feel the girl's power growing, however minor the growth was. She caught on quickly. Slowly the anger grew from a barely noticeable speck to a giant amongst germs. Malyss would have much to learn, that was obvious, but if she kept this up she would complete he training in no time. Dominique did not flench as the girl lunged at her, moving quicker then her body would have normal carried her.

 

"She chose to use her newly fixed appendage, Interesting."

 

Hel raised her right hand and brought only a fraction of the power within her crushgaunt down upon Malyss's face. She might have harnessed her anger and used it as Hel had instructed, but she had not moved fast enough to please her new Master. Each failure would be punished. Not only would she force herself to succeed at her tasks on the first attempt, but it would be the beginnings of a small seed of hatred that would build over time. One that seed finally budded it would be a glorious day.

 

"Too slow. Next time move faster."

 

Darth Hel's attention was drawn away from the trickle of blood forming around the right side of Malyss's face by the beeping of the comm unit. She turned her attention to it and activated it. The Sith Master Dagon appeared before her on the holopad, speaking to her and calling her back to Kamino. A grin slid across her face as the form dissipated. She didn't bother filling Malyss in, there was no need. Rather she decided to go ahead and head out.

 

Five minutes later they were on their way...