Roon

[Shy-Ree]

She lay beneath Trowa and simply allowed themselves to enjoy each other's presence. She appeared to be entirely relaxed as he made himself comfortable atop her body. But she was anything but relaxed. Trowa's wiggling and laughter had gotten to her in ways that they shouldn't have.

 

Shy hated it. Despised the fact that he so easily affected her. So effortlessly played her. What made it a hundred times worse was knowing that Trowa knew exactly what he was doing and he enjoyed every second of driving her passionately insane with seemingly insignificant gestures.

 

Shy kept such feelings buried away behind her relaxed facade. She simply returned his sly smile with a smile of her own. But hers was one that was sweet and virtuous. A smile that made her look astoundingly like the modest Jedi she used to be.

 

"Always thinking of yourself and your own comfort." she said, still grinning. "What a selfish creature you are."

 

Shy slid her hands up the well sculpted muscles Trowa's arms. Her fingers came to rest on his shoulders. She squeezed, blood red nails gouged into his flesh. Her smile twisted into something a bit more sinister.

 

"You really should be thinking of me... and my comfort."

 

Using the pent up emotions and the Force to fuel her, Shy quickly levitated the both of them and spun so that Trowa was on the bottom. Shy gently set them back down into the cool silk that draped atop the bed. She quickly pinned his hands over his head.

 

"I find this position much more comfortable."

 

She pressed against him and wiggled a bit.

 

"Though, I can't quite seem to get fully comfortable now."

 

She wiggled a bit more, pressed a bit harder to him and smiled down upon Trowa the entire time. Once she could feel his apparent arousal Shy slid off of him and got off of the bed, stretched and then scooped up Rose and Rath.

 

"Too bad I have the comfort of the twins to think of before our own though."

 

Shy winked at the still sprawled Trowa then went to lay their children into their own beds.

[Dagon]

::A high security encrypted comm arrives for Trowa Barton, with an interesting business proposition.::

[Bad karma]

Trowa twisted his neck to the side, a rather loud popping noise filling the room as Shy carried the kids to their own bed. He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the beginning of the end, those little brats taking away from their time. He'd have to make sure to make their training extra tough, not only because he wanted to feel comfortable knowing they could defend themselves, but because he also wanted to make sure that they got theirs for stealing a little bit of his time with Shy. In the end it would only benefit them though, so it was not necessarily a bad thing.

 

He stood up, walking over to the dresser to pull out a pair of pants. Slipping into the dark green cargo pants he cast a glance towards Shy for a few seconds, watching as she went about putting the two to bed. For them, they would get a restful nights sleep...For Trowa, he would spend the time working on his latest of creations, for soon he would have to go out and quench the unnatural blood lust that he had denied for so long. It was something he hoped his two kids would not have to suffer through as he had, yet at the same time he could not deny the rush he got each time he felt someone's life slip into the abyss.

 

Pushing the thoughts away he walked towards Shy-Ree, coming up behind her just as she finished up with the twins. He slipped his arms under hers, locking his hands together as the rested on her lower stomach. He set his chin upon her shoulder for a bit, not speaking for a while as he held her there. As much as he would have loved to sit around with her all night and concern himself with her comfort, as well as her pleasure, he had other things to tend to. Perhaps she would have something to busy herself with, or work on...Hopefully she wouldn't be too terribly bored without Trowa about.

 

"I'm going to be downstairs for the evening, I've something that requires my attention for the night..."

 

With that he turned her around, planting a long lasting kiss upon her soft lips before pulling back and flashing her a smile. He slipped out of the room quietly, moving into the forge downstairs. Through the night he worked on his latest creation, a lightweight set of armor that would prove useful when the time came to use it. It was based off of an enviro-suit, but much more slim. It would be skin tight, much like the the thing he used to wear under his trench coat, but this would be much more resistant to blasters.

 

Just as he finished the suit he received a comm from a Sith he didn't recognize, but identified himself as Dagon. Apparently he was no one of the higher ups in the order. A smile graced his lips as he began to slip into the suit, preparing to leave. How could he resist such an offer. Quickly he moved through the hallways of his compound, gathering the few things he would need for the trip. Before he entered his mech, he touched Shy's mind letting her know of his intentions and that if she wanted to join him in this...Crusade, that she was more then welcome of course. A comm was also sent out to Vash and Krishna concerning his location and where they should report...Ulos would also be alerted once he arrived back at Roon.

 

With such things done, he entered his Mech and put in the proper coordinates before exiting the atmosphere and making the jump into hyperspace. Soon to follow were at least Nine other much larger ships.

[Bad karma]

I dunno if this is legal, don't really care because it doesn't matter.))

 

A holo-feed arrives for Shy-Ree. It shows Trowa sitting in his Mech, angle of the camera is somewhere in front of him obviously and lower then most have them in their cockpits. A smile is gracing his lips as the message begins to speak..

 

"Shy...A friend of mine requires help, I'd greatly appreciate your help during this...If you are willing, please come to Coruscant and board my Flag ship. You've my love...Make sure the kids know they do to.."

 

At the same time a comm arrives for Ulos.

 

"Ulos. Report to Coruscant. Now."

[Shy-Ree]

Shy recieved Trowa's message. She didn't have to think twice about his request. If he needed her she would be there for him.

 

Shy made her way to the twins and said her farewells. She'd have preferred a more drawn out parting of ways but there was no time. She swiftly prepared then ensured that all the proper security measures were in place.

 

Not long after she claimed one of Trowa's ships for her own and left the planet. Shy sent another farewell nudge to Rose and Rath through the Force just before her ship launched into hyperspace.

[N'vy]

The young girls emerald eyes burst to life. She hadn't seen her mother in sometime, but such a thought didn't cross her infant mind. The only thing present was her desire to be fed and the subtle, yet still present desire to wreck havoc upon the area. She began to cry, calling the nurse to her in the most effective way possible. The lady came rushing over, lifting her up along with her just waking brother and whisking them off to be taken care of. A smile crossed her face as she yanked the young woman's hair down, tugging rather harshly on it. The woman yelped, her lip curling in pain as she set the girl down.

 

"Don't do that! It's not nice!"

 

Rose's face began to contort as tears streamed down it. Even though she was only a year and a half old, she was remarkable smart for her age. Not the smart most people claim upon their kids, thinking they are something special..But actual genius was concealed within her still tiny body. One of the side effects Trowa had on the kids was that their minds developed far beyond their bodies and far quicker at that. By they were one, they were only just beginning to develop the ability to speak and general motor skills came six months earlier...but their brains had been alive with activity since two months old.

 

It was not a surprise that Trowa and Shy did not notice it, as no one would expect such things from toddlers their age. At six months they had the mind of a ten year old, at twelve months their level of development and problem solving skills had developed to being that of a eighteen year old of their species...or at least the species they closest resembled. Of course, Rose could not figure this for her brother..she only knew of her own mind, cursing the body she remained within. Even if someone was to venture into her mind, her thoughts would be coded in the mindless babble of a baby..so was doomed to many more years in a body that her mind far out weighted.

 

With a gentle giggle she held up her hand, directed it toward the stomach of the nurse and created life from nothing within. Not the life of an unborn child, but the life of thousands upon thousands of spiders. Her eyes lit up as the woman screamed, clutching her throat as spiders began to empty out of her mouth. Yet another of the gifts passed down, her fathers innate control over life and the creation of such. She ran down the hallway, a child's laughter filling the ears of workers as the screams of an innocent simultaneously filled them. Rose was a good girl, the angel of the family.

[Bad karma]

The battered MC-90 exited Roon on the main, of two, routes. In the distance a shipyard could be seen. The task of navigating through all the meteors and asteroids was not one the commander of the ship liked, but it had to be done. The ship would arrive and Repairs would be set in instantly, all of the turbo lasers would be stripped as well as the rest of the weapons. The powerful cannons were taken down to the surface in various cargo shuttles and the installation of them began. The majority of the weapons being installed and directed at the main entrance into the system, the left overs being placed along the Smugglers Death run near the opposite side of the planet.

[Bad karma]

Trowa's boots echoed off of the metallic flooring of his compound. He had entered the System only moments before. The MC-90 was going through its last preparations before launching into Hyper space with a skeleton crew. The efficiency had pleased him, yet he had been informed that the special animal she had requested had yet to arrive in system. The shuttle carrying it was said to have entered hyperspace a few days ago and should have arrived thirty six hours ago.

 

He pushed the thought out of his mind, they would arrive on time. The only thing that would prevent them was death. He cut a path straight through the center of the underground center and entered the room with the twins. Both of them looked to only have just stirred. He flashed a genuine smile at them. Any fool could see the love he felt for each of the twins, despite the fact he was so oft pulled away from them. He reached out and lifted both of them up with a wave of his hand and pulled them towards him.

 

They began to giggle madly, loving the feeling of floating across the room to their father. He pulled them to his chest, slipping his arms underneath them to keep them in place. They were getting so big, it seemed like just the last time he had seen them they had still looked like babies yet now they were growing into young children. Readjusting his grip he exited the room with them, walking towards the genetics labs where the newest "family" pet was being held at.

 

"You two want to see the new kitty?"

 

"YES!" Replied both in unison.

 

It appeared they were quite enthused, firing off tons of questions. They voices were young, yet their grasp of basic was astounding. Their minds were developing at astonishing rates, hopefully not too fast though as he didn't want them getting into things beyond their years, or screwing with their nanny's anymore. The Trio entered the labs and moved towards the holding pin, where a large jungle cat was being held. It was laying on its side slowly breathing in and out. Trowa set the twins down and shut down the energy containment center so that he could step inside.

 

"You guys want to pet it?"

 

"Hey! I'm a girl, not a guy!" instantly replied Rose..

 

"Yes, yes I know..It was a figure of speech, just come over here and pet the kitty."

 

The two small kids slowly approached and began to reach out, prepared to jerk their hands back instantly if something bad happened. Rath was the first to touch the animal, quickly running his hand over it before pulling back as if he expected its fur to burn, or for it to bite him. Seeing that nothing ill happened, Rose stepped forward with a big grin on her tiny face. She began to stroke the cat's fur, running her hand up and down it's spine. All the while the jungle cat did not move, for it was in No condition to since it was about to give birth to a litter of kittens.

 

Trowa kneeled down holding his hands over the stomach of the animal and connecting himself to it with a mental link. Had this animal been able to move with any real success, it would have attacked him on sight since it was pregnant and would want to defend its unborn kids. Just like any other mother. As time went by the kids continued to pet the beast, but slowly they took more interest in watching their father run his hands over its stomach. He was manipulating the genes of the unborns, perfecting them so that they would grow into what he wanted them too.

 

Only a few minutes later he stepped back, looking down on the cat for a few moments before nodding his head and turning to his kids with a smile on his face. The last bit of his work had been successfully completed, leaving him with a bit of free time. While he had been hard at work, the last bit of the Jedi's order had arrived, been loaded up, and was quickly followed by the Capital ship entering hyperspace en route for a graveyard that had once been a great planet.

 

"Alright..Daddy needs some sleep, but how about some ice cream first?"

 

The two squealed in delight at the mention of such a delicacy, so the trio set off for the kitchens and the ice cream it contained...

[Exodus]

Outfitted in a more warlord oriented ensemble, the Dark Master gleamed with reverence. The exquisite robes were something gone astray in this day and age, worn only to compliment the flush of color in the ornamented battle shell. An impulsive reflex of an awe-inspiring gauntlet rocked the controls of a daring shuttle, approaching something of a fleet before the hidden planet of Roon. Easing his presence into view without any show of hostility, Exodus replied to a simple identification process. An outline of familiarity broke into inspection as he allowed the scouting crew to analyze his manifestation. Following his exposure, he tolerated a simple introduction to grace the communication links of those on the receiving end”¦

 

”œBoo!”

Edited July 14, 2006 by Guest

[Bad karma]

Trowa stirred from his slumber. The twins were both laying next to him, still deep within their sleep. He smiled, brushing away a bit of Rose's hair. An empty Ice cream Sunday bowl sat on the bedside table, with a bit of dried chocolate hanging about his lips leaving him with a delectable taste to wake up too. He lifted his arms up slowly, letting out a drawn out yawn before slowly standing up as to let the other two sleep.

 

A strange silence had fallen over the base. It was only made noticeable when broken by the faint squeak of the showers handles, then the water that followed. Trowa went through the process of cleaning up as he always did, quickly finishing up and getting out to dry off. Once again that silence fell over the base. Normally one could hear the faint whir of machines or of others calling out to comrades. He simply shook his head and grabbed a pair of pants.

 

As he moved through the hallways he could feel something, rather someone, approaching. The instant the man entered the system, Trowa knew. A simple smile graced his features as he stepped into the labs and began to observe the newest Mother in his facilities. The mother had already cleaned them off and the group of six were getting their filling from her. By the time they were at the point to learn how to hunt, the construction of the Self contained jungle would be complete. He would be able to place them back in their natural habitat, at least...Most of them.

 

Turning on his heel he moved for the other portion of the labs. He barely glanced over the ever developing nantie project. Choosing to pass it up in favor of his latest project. The CAS system was coming along perfectly and soon he would be able to test it out. He leaned back against the wall, watching on as his engineers and various workers continued on. They had a good life. Plenty of pay for a job that had no true danger factor. Every night they were able to go home to their families, spend time with their wife...Kids, or go out and get drunk if they lacked the former.

 

Trowa let out a sigh, making for the hanger bay where his guest would be arriving shortly..

 

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Turbolasers swiveled around locking onto the transport that entered the system via the only safe route. The Nine warships that orbited the planet continued to float around in space, avoiding the masses of asteroids and other dangerous obstacles. The ship yards loomed off in the distance appearing to be lifeless. Once everything the ships identification and pilot were confirmed a single voice rang out over the comm system.

 

"Approved. An escort will arrive shortly."

 

As promised two mobile suits were deployed, moving towards his ship slowly. The stopped, floating just outside of his ship for a few moments before their engines burst into life again. They would lead him down to the side of Roon that was bathed in eternal darkness, flying low over the ground until the ground itself began to open up and reveal the first portion of the underground compound.

 

___

 

 

Trowa stood in the hanger bay shirtless with his hands folded behind his back. A slight smile was upon his face as he watched the Transport sink into his compound, his escort heading back into the atmosphere and to their respective ships. Production to complete the ships lost against Black Sun had already been complete, so each ship wielded a full load out. As always a seven inch dagger hung from Trowa's hip, the one he had crafted within his first days of coming to the Sith..The one that had slain many.

[Exodus]

In absolute compliance, Exodus was led into the confines of a certain hangar bay. Being his foremost time coming into contact with such a scenic world, Exodus was unaffected. It was eye-pleasing as first-hand but he preferred the wretched atmosphere of blood boiling planets that frightened off distasteful inhabitants. The ”˜around the corner' armada was something to take note of though, such a vast development and expanse to the mind-numbing servants Trowa had once had, then again, Trowa had changed.

 

The clouded shell covering the cockpit unsealed itself once more, natural white gas spit from beneath the vessel before the tyrannical flow of power that was Exodus, stepped forth. A firm grip rose casually and pushed back the succulent folds of hair that ceaselessly teased his face.

 

”œTrowa”¦”

[Bad karma]

The potent form that was Trowa raised his right arm up to cover his face, protecting it from the white gas spewing out from beneath the vessel. As it began to gradually dissipate he lowered his arm, his eyes extended and reached the figure that exuded a power that was wholly foreign to the majority of the Galaxy. He couldn't help but grin as the other spoke his name. It had been a little less then a day since the last time they had spoken, but he was still glad his comrade had chosen to join him here.

 

Trowa quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to his guest and grasping the others firmly. He pulled Exodus towards him, shaking his hand and patting him on the back as only two close friends would. The energy flowing through the room was immense, such a intoxicating source of power that had consumed so many in explosions of rage and hatred. And yet, it bowed down before them and carried out their every command like the subservient entity it was.

 

The hanger itself was alive with activity, technicians and engineers running about working on Trowa's personal ships. His Mobile suit stood at sixteen meters tall and had a variety of platforms were raised up to it, the weapons and fuel tanks being reloaded it as well as minor fixes being made on the few imperfections that were left on the hull. His transport was being modified, the cargo space being converted so that he might carry his newest toy with ease once it was finished. Two Lyger13 droids patrolled the area, keeping a close eye on everything that was done to the ships in effort to prevent sabotage.

 

”œI do try. It is good to see you again so soon.”

[Exodus]

The undertone of that obscured memory flittered through his mind like a fly and brought a heavy, leaden feeling to a bitter heart. The blissful children stole all existing thoughts he had considered over all this anomalous research that Trowa had maintained. Exodus spiraled downward, his plummet an insignificant consequence of his minds' abstraction. It was fitting that he should end up hanging off of the end of the world, at the site of a couple snot-nosed minors. The introduction swept a breath of wind into the threatening phenomenon, and so he eased.

 

”œHello there,”

[Bad karma]

Rath began to giggle as he opened his eyes, reaching out for Exodus's hand and gripping it with strength beyond his years and giving a small glimpse of what his father had given him to Exodus. He squeezed down on his finger before letting go, a large smile plastered on his cheeks. Rose on the other hand had pulled herself closer to her father and wasn't letting her eyes off of her dads friend. Rath shifted about, wanting to get down on the floor so he could run off and do something else, his attention span still rather short from the looks of it.

 

"Want to go see the Kittens with us, Rose?"

 

She nodded her head, forgetting about Exodus as she turned to her father with a big smile on her face. Trowa lifted his free hand and ran it through her hair to straighten it out a bit. Glancing to Exodus he nodded his head for them to continue. They quickly moved out of the noisy labs and through his compound. Guests would find it rather odd how perfectly decorated it seemed to be. Many people like Trowa simply did not pay that much attention to the way their compounds looked. All in all the entire place had a very industrial color scheme, yet it lacked the edges that normally went along with that scheme due to the kids about.

 

Pausing to input a code, Trowa glanced back towards his guest for a moment. He had been curious why exactly Exodus had chosen to come so soon. Wondering if this was a social visit and him simply taking him up on his offer of coming out whenever he wanted, or if there was something more. His face betray Nothing of his thoughts though, he simply turned back and finished putting in the code. Once through the door the entire atmosphere changed. The faint scent of Roses could be smelled in the air as well as the scent o the Cardia jungles. The latter would be quite odd for this place, but as they rounded the corner it was made obvious where it was coming from.

 

Only two people knew for sure just how Vast the compound was, those two being Trowa Barton and the woman that had arranged the construction of this place. So most would be caught off guard when showed this portion of the underground local. It was a replica of the Vast Cardia Jungles, complete with what would appear to be from the Oceans of the planet. The Trio were only slightly elevated over the area, so it would be impossible to tell where the man made ocean and jungle ended at. The animal life was in full swing, the beasts that could take flight each had a special chip inserted to keep them from going to high or too far as to cause trouble. Near the ceiling were various monitors displaying a Jungle cat and the new born kittens. Even at birth the animals were quite large added in with the accelerated growth rate they would hit maturity in little over three weeks tops.

 

"Their genes were altered while still in the Womb. In the coming weeks they will develop rapidly and I will watch them closely, selecting the best of them and letting the rest live out their life, including reproduction in this completely self contained environment. To imagine...soon one of those animals will be a cybernetic fusion of flesh and machine, an abomination of nature...I can't wait for the test runs.

 

Aside from the area were the drugs are produced or grown, depending, there is not a whole lot more to show that might interest you. I am sure you are weary from your travels. Would you care for something to eat, a place to rest for a bit?"

[Exodus]

It was a testament of ingenuity; really, Exodus had misapprehended the realism of his friends' resourcefulness. A world within a world stood before him with its brashness, an artificial combination of habitats he had even crossed before. To say he was not astonished would be pathetic untruth, such tranquility he was envious of. The artificial winds carried his radiant mane of hair through the ravenous airstreams, tasting the sour sea that came with it. The shine had returned to his emerald eyes, as he stood readjusting his gauntlet to the fashionable Brassard strapped to his figure. It still eluded him to a certain extent as to why he was here, but regret the decision he did not.

 

”œIt's most breathtaking my friend.”

[Bad karma]

The subtle hint of a smirk crept upon Trowa's face at his Friends comment. He couldn't help but enjoy when others commented his work and it had been a very long time since anyone had. His emerald eyes scanned over the scene for a few moments more before Exodus answered his question. He raised an eyebrow at the first portion, but didn't bother to ask question rather he simply turned to face the other as well as the door.

 

”œYes, I think I'll have the perfect place for you. Come, follow me.”

[Exodus]

Structural perfection was the only thought that lingered in his mind now. The construction of this entire spacious room was delicate but perfectly versed in the darkest of manners. It was as if the bare walls exposed nothing visibly, but as thought was put forth; your own imagination was painted on those very same blank walls. He could see the fall of Naboo illustrated in blood, the cries of thousands as nature itself was corrupted and forced to drown innocence that be. Death, darkness and obscurity, smeared across the walls in every which fashion ”“ but indistinguishable to anyone but him.

 

”œThis will do just fine.”

[Bad karma]

Trowa simply nodded his head slightly with a gracious smile as any good host would. This room had been worked on the most, constructed to exact specifications and perfected. Trowa scanned the walls for a few moments before adjusting Rose in his arms and turning to speak to Exodus.

 

”œOf course. If you need anything, just let me know”¦I'll leave you to your own devices for now.”

[Exodus]

The chamber closed behind him and an unavoidable darkness strengthened. The intricate designs began to pulse in the presence of Exodus. The establishment pleased him and teased him to unshackle the immense flow of power that was hoarded into his single resilient self. He didn't care who felt it, as long as they appreciated its raw impact. To no regard, Exodus began to remove his articles of clothing, his grandiose war-ensemble as the pulsation matched his own. Of course his weaponry remained intact, and prepared for practice. After removing two lightsabers from their dwelling, Exodus ignited them and commit to his memory ”“ Recalling those who he had battled and defeated, those that wished to succumb to expertise rather than turning to a fresh home, a most undervalued home; The dark side.

 

It was their failure nonetheless, and Exodus could only demonstrate to them through an inimitable display of what they thought would be reckless beatings, senseless motives and of course, allowing his own emotions to control him. No, they were mistaken; it was control that blessed him with a power beyond the reach of any mere Jedi. Jedi who cowered in fear of their emotions, but then again, there were Sith who whimpered with disgrace as well ”“ failing to acknowledge the stereotypical criticism placed on their heads and continued to act out of deranged stupidity.

 

What surprised him most though was that he lacked interest for putting an end to those biased Jedi in these times. Recently, he had discovered a warrior who disallowed any to rule his dominion, he was his own man and with such influence he had a power never before seen by those who failed to control the Force. Ah, Piccolo was his name, and a name Exodus considered to remember, an excellent warrior in his own respects and someone who Exodus understood would never be a puppet to the mindless rages of another. In all honesty, Exodus knew that Piccolo ”“ The virtuous bounty hunter, had given Exodus a new perspective, one that he always recognized, but ignored ”“ a perspective better left unsaid.

 

The experiences of old fuelled him this day. Both lightsabers lay gripped within cold palms understanding their route. Jar'Kai, Dun Möch, Tràkata all used against him in some method or another, and all of which would be understood this day and practiced as long as he drew breath.

 

And so it would begin.

[Bad karma]

Sweat dripped off of the slender figure of Trowa as he moved to the music. His drenched hair glowed in the light as it pulsed in the background. His hands were up in the air with the hundreds of others, slowly making their way down as the bead sped up. The sheer amount of energy coursing through the room was amazing and only served to spur him on in his movements. With a smirk Trowa twisted and stretched out his senses”¦

 

The energy in the room began to swirl around everyone, embracing every body in the building and invigorating all of them. Their sense sharpened and their minds became more open. It would be as if they had taken a heavy dose of Ecstasy, yet no mundane drug could connect their minds on this level, could raise their levels of empathy to soaring new levels, to make them feel every molecule of the air as it pressed against their skin.

 

Time seemed to slow as Trowa had one of the greatest nights in a long time. He could only recall one that topped it, but this one was giving it a run for its money. As he looked all about the room it was easy to notice the effects of the drugs combined with the force. It was almost a task to look even directly at one of the glow sticks, impossible to look towards the strobe lights.

 

As time wore on and the day began to break everything took on a calmer sense. Some left, others simply passed out from exhaustion. It was obvious in the few that remained that their energy reserves were depleted. Trowa stood at the bar watching them as they finished up, a grin on his face. Soon he would have to head back to his place to check up on the Twins and his guest to make sure everything was going good.

[Exodus]

He awoke to the echo of fat drops of rain falling on marble floors; of course it wasn't real rainwater, but a subject of psychological and physical training. It was a comforting resonance that inescapably brought to mind recollections of that very drop, a teardrop from each of his adversaries, those who chose to stand and die, or those who accepted their fate and were crushed under unwavering might ”“ Like his former Master. As he once reflected, it mattered not who stood in his way, brethren or not. They would succumb to a hungry vehemence. It was a certain lineage that eluded him which blessed him with such mentalities, but nevertheless it provoked a fear within those he had met.

 

It took a moment for him to orient himself, to remember where he was. He had been waiting here for a time without end, and yet it had only been an hour or two at best. Memory came as it always did, with a miserable and melancholy sigh that seemed to originate from his very soul. It was raining and he was alone - by his own hand and will, but alone nevertheless. The knowledge that he had done this thing, that he was the author of his own misery did not ease his pain one bit, but it was an acceptable pain as well as an acceptable fate. If anything, the bitterness of that truth sank its teeth into him without mercy, worrying at the wound so that it would not heal, but rather fuel.

 

The realization triggered a heartrending grip on both unique and standard lightsabers, equally becoming consumed in an unusual black flame that impaired the atmosphere before him. Form X was the easiest to nail down, as it was proved to be a most familiar technique with his former practices. Others were simple, and just ”“ nothing spendthrift, but there nonetheless. His movements were precise, daring and absolute; each footing, each arc establishing its own purpose and serving its own principle.

 

Sullen black robes captured the air as his deadly waltz whizzed by in every which direction, allowing no oversight, no overstep, or any imperfections to impede his practice. He was unnervingly solemn, focused beyond all extent. Weaknesses were covered, found and marked, while audacious emerald eyes peeled the darkness in this room into his grasp. He demanded its existence, he consumed it wholly and breadth no room for exceptions. This façade of ”˜happiness' and ”˜kindness' was out of respect for worthy children at hand, but this mask could expose nightmares never before seen within this galaxy.

 

Loyal to one, puppet to none, Exodus swept across the chambers with punctual murderer inheritance, a full-blown, unheard of assassin for the most part. Interference would have to be careful no less, such a stupor, or frame of mind rather, was tremendously dangerous to confront in the eyes of this Master of Darkness.

[Bad karma]

The Turbolift carried Trowa ever downwards back into the safe confines of his own personal haven. He stood next to his swoop, listening to the soft sounds of the turbolift around him. His eyes were focused on nothing in particular as he stared at the wall before him. His energy reserves were drained and his mind was teetering on the edge of temporary insanity. He needed to put something in his stomach and get to sleep, yet even the mere thought of food was sickening.

 

He raised his left hand and rubbed it across his forehead for a few moments, only glancing up as the lift came to a stop in the hanger. He motioned a few of the men over and had them take the vehicle off to perform a few mundane maintenance tasks upon it. A couple of guys looked over to him, curious as to why he had yet to even move from the spot he had appeared before them in. It was as if his brain finally gave out, leaving him there starring into the abyss.

 

He blinked twice then shook his head, forcing himself to gather his thoughts. The world around him was alive, vibrant; he could practically taste all of the emotions in the room. Lust was an enticing flavor, yet it was off set by the bitter taste of hatred. Envy was good, yet the flavor tasted as if it was lacking a key component to make it something truly great. The figure simply smiled and raised his right arm, calling to the force and letting it flow into the concealed crystals that lined the turbolift.

 

It jumped to life again, shooting downwards. It rarely moved that way and this was the first time anyone else had been privy to Trowa sneaking away to this special hide away. Darkness enveloped Trowa as the area above him was sealed off to prevent any of the more”¦adventurous employee's to come after him. His comm link was shut off as to prevent disturbances. The air became thick with the stench of death as well as the moisture of the underground caverns.

 

Once the lift stopped he stepped forward, letting it move upward ten meters as to seal up the hole in the ceiling. It wouldn't do any good at this point to seal that entrance, as they had already escaped into the compound. Not that he found them particularly dangerous, but others seemed to be terrified of them. His eyes glowed an unhealthy emerald, an after effect of Nurgle gifting him with night sight. Spider webs coated the walls.

 

A smile crossed his face as his hyper acute senses began to serve their purpose, the tale tell signs of their approach. The skittering of thousands of tiny legs, clicking on the stone floors of the cavern, accompanied by the increased heart rate of the victims that had been spin into the near unbreakable bonds that were His pet's webs. The former Sith crossed his right arm over the center of his stomach so that his right hand rested on his left side. At the same time he raised his left hand up towards his mouth, biting down on the nail as he watched the floor come to life.

 

He closed his eyes for but a moment, stretching out to the larger forms that were still concealed further back in the massive caverns that not even the Golden Link knew about. It was them that he had come to visit, them that he had come to seek food from. He stepped forward and with each step he took the sea of Spiders before him parted a little bit more. Fifty meters into the cavern it opened up, revealing a chamber that could rival his hanger in size. There was a pool of crystal clear water in this room, but that was not what caught his sight first. It was the fifteen different forms all about the cavern that gained his attention”¦as well as the smaller, yet still abnormally large spiders that were moving across the webs strung up all over the room.

 

The largest of the Spiders had originally been a Black Widow, yet now it stood well over Fifteen meters tall. It had been his first, his original”¦The only to survive out of his first batch. He humbled himself before them, offering them the same respect that they gave him by bowing at the waist. For the first moments there was silence as the thousands of eyes watched Trowa. Then he spoke first”¦

 

”œI know you've not remained down here as I asked, I can not blame you for that”¦I only hope that you will accept my offer of clones rather then taking Good working Men from me. At the moment I am need of food and was hoping you would allow my one of the men you strung up...”

[Exodus]

Insanity was found, lunacy that galvanized the Sith Master. Such features kept him lively and going for more than a few hours as he illustrated perfectionism while accumulating that very same knowledge into the phenomenon that was by large his mind. Satisfaction was established as Exodus began to slow his movements, both lightsabers buzzing with tremendous anticipation, as if alive and pulsing with that very same heartbeat.

 

All at once; the harsh breathing, the echoing surroundings, the impossible movements came to an inhumane halt. There was silence, no outdoor interruptions, just complete hush within the delicate chambers. Slowly, Exodus bowed to nonexistence before seating himself flat on the solid floor. His eyes exposed no indication of exhaustion, only a single heave of a sigh begged to differ. Obsidian hilts found their homes within the brooding mess of black that Exodus wore, followed by closing eyes.

 

It took no more than a pair of seconds to envision the multitudes of diverse bodies stemming throughout the immeasurable metropolis, followed by the unremitting wounds in the force, pooling from each of their own standpoints; it was beautiful.

 

The children seemed to forget about him, as he probably deserved, for he too had a child that he inadvertently ignored and lacked care in her existence. Time was against him it seemed, and opportunities never presented themselves anymore, Exodus had to make them. Dominique had probably moved on with her life as well, it was awkward to say, but he couldn't fathom what he felt for his apprentice anymore then he could place what he once felt for Alora. It was evident that Dominique was a special case though; something to cherish with or without, while Alora had cast Exodus into condemnation, confusing his allegiances and restricting what he was truly capable of ”“ even if that was not her intentions, she had paid the penalty.

 

So he sat, both hands supporting a distressed face that wanted to fall flat onto the ground, while his radiant hair lightened the darkness and danced before him with rapture. Exodus couldn't savor their problems he had come to figure, he could not let them hamper him anymore, for he was respected among Sith and could not wane under pressure. Nothing would get in his way, and nothing would stop him.

 

The silence was truly phenomenal though, a most relieving factor when it came to situations like this. It made containing ”˜that' hunger so much easier, the tempest in a bottle the living would say, and a Black Death the lifeless would argue. All the same, he sat solemnly within his own Darkness, the same essence that comforted him more than anyone else could, cradled him to sleep.

[Bad karma]

The pale figure sat in the center of his bed room. His legs were crossed and his chest bare, just as pale as his face. His hands were placed on the floor to his side and were shaking in a most unnatural way. His once glowing eyes had turned dull; his breathing was ragged as he forced the air through his dry throat and into his lungs. His mouth hung, yet his lips remained close enough to conceal his tongue. If one watched him for a long enough time they would be surprised when he blinked, such a rare occurrence only happening when he was absolutely forced too.

 

His mind was elsewhere. The very things he had used against so many others, the part of his body he had so thoroughly mastered was working against him. His mind was in over drive, perhaps working faster then it ever had before. The emotions that rushed over him had come on as quickly as death came upon those he targeted.

 

He could see figures just beyond his vision, but his body refused to react to his commands when he tried to look at them. The chaos and the torment within his soul had boiled over. He felt a slight stirring in his legs as the limbs began to lose the flow of blood, letting the comfortable numb move over them. An overwhelming sense of paranoia and fear entered Trowa. It was then that he truly began to his struggle to regain control, it was then that the figures in his peripheral vision slammed into the wall and began racing around the room.

 

The almost oil like substance that raced around his walls was something wholly within his power to control, to stop, yet it was as if he could not remember how to perform such an action. Faces began to press against the shadows, as if it was a sheet pulled taught and they were simply on the other side. Thousands of faces stared at him, some of them were serene and calm, and others were screaming in horror yet made no sound. His mind grew weary just trying to take in every individual face; it grew to be too much.

 

As it grew to be to much for him to handle the features of each personage began to fade until every face was just like the last. The weight on his mind eased slightly, but the pain that was beginning to claw at every fiber of his being only increased. The shadows deepened around the door as if the end of this requiem was fast approaching.

 

The deadened feeling in his legs began to slowly drift upwards as old wounds healed were ripped open. His shaking hands stopped without warning, frozen in place as bullet wounds on his back began to dribble blood, as bones shattered, and organs were ruptured. His face was a uncontrolled inferno of pain as it felt like someone was digging their grimy finger nails into his flesh and pealing it back.

 

The static electricity in the air increased as the numb feeling hit the center of his chest. His mind begged for it to relieve him, but in the end he knew it was of no use. The feeling would only numb the physical, not the mental. Agonizingly slow it continued on, but as it moved up his neck he felt the pain being released as if a pulley that was holding it back had snapped and released it all back upon him. The sensation had taken the physical and turned it into something far more deadly, something that would forever haunt him”¦even if only in subtle ways in the back of his mind.

 

The silence was broken by a loud shriek as the door that was only ten feet in front of him burst open. A dark specter burst through the door. It could only be compared to a banshee as it moved towards him. All of the shadows on the walls were absorbed at the door into the large mass directed at him. That static energy in the air was turned against him as violet energy sprouted from the figures finger tips. It hit him directly in the chest flinging him backwards leaving him only enough time to glimpse the face that had come after him.

 

Of all the things that had happened, he was most horrified to see that face. Through the wall he passed into a gloomy abyss. The sensation of falling immediately gripped him, but released him just as quickly as he jerked awake in a cold sweat. His breathing was heavy as he hurriedly looked all around his room searching for anything out of place. As he began to calm he laid his eyes on the other half of the bed. Empty.

[Exodus]

Silent ambiance everlasting, whatever arose within the density of his mind was entirely unheard of. A sense of ambition graced his sixth sense connecting reality and reverie once more, it was complete, and it was absolute. The Arachnid had already begun to cry out to its Master, an intangible sound that only Exodus could comprehend or even hear. Reminiscent of his only child, this gargantuan miracle of existence now called to him and him alone.

 

--

 

Tczzht ”“

 

”œMy lord, communications will not last long but the conclusion of classified subject #0473 is a remarkable success. Your stalwart crew awaits your arrival my liege, this transmission and its link shall become obsolete at this time, may the Darkness serve you well.”

[Alora]

"Exodus ... Your daughter is in danger. I've been watching over her, protecting her when they have gotten too close. The assassins that originally came after me are going after her. Either send a bodyguard to keep her safe or deal with the assassins at their source... There is only so much one can do from the spirit realm..."

 

Alora's ghostly form appeared before him, to warn him of the danger his daughter faced. The assassins had again tried to kidnap the child. Alora had again put a stop to them, protecting the girl by twisting the thoughts within their own minds, sending them paranoid this time. She was excelling at making them fear their own shadows now.

 

"Even in this strange state of existance I'm in, I can't forget the one I first trained... even though it ended so badly... take care my old apprentice..."

 

She hovered there incase he wanted to converse, though would just fade away if he didn't want anything to do with her... she had given the warning at least...

[Exodus]

Eyes widened, not from fear, but from infuriation, and at that moment agony struck as well, as the inconceivable flames of treachery smothered him once more. Immediately, Exodus' entire frame tensed with raw clout, his sullen cloak of nightmare cried out in defiance, as his eyes called onward that very same darkness present on the day he had heartlessly mashed her skull in. Callous fingers dug deep into their palms, as Exodus began to ultimately struggle with his restraint.

 

The ghosts' warnings nearly fell on deaf ears while Exodus looked onward with downright disgust, hatred, revulsion, anything similar could elucidate the significance of his reaction. Yet, with futility Exodus raised a quick hand as he twisted his features, sadistically clutching the spirits' neck. It was a clear sign, this was what took the conscience from him, and this is what had created an unstoppable creature who dared to ascend, one who even trampled those who had introduced him to his awakening. Yes, she had turned him to what he was, and he ran with it, growing with it beyond all expectations.

 

”œ”¦risk the ones closest to me and it would be your last breath.”

Edited July 21, 2006 by Guest

[Alora]

How typical... no matter what she did she couldn't even earn his forgiveness. Why had she bothered to watch over the child all that time? If only she hadn't cared for N'vy's father. Alora felt nothing but hatred from him even with her in this form, even after he had killed her living body. Even her spirit form turned colder with the hatred shown her way.

 

"I have already taken my last breath. ... ... Oh why did I bother? ... it's all on deaf ears anyway... N'vy should have been safe there. I was on Coruscant when they'd struck at me with no idea they knew the planet I had resided on. The Dacu are the group of assassins based at Denon and are the ones now after her. The Dacu are a extremely old band of assassins that target force users and their families. When they kill, they mutliate the bodies of the victims. It's only since being in this realm that I've been able to trace them. Feel grateful for the information I've been able to provide - which was alot more than I had when I was living. Sorry to have bothered you... you won't hear from me again..."

 

With that she faded from view...

[Bad karma]

From her bunk on the ship Niv heard the pilot's voice come over the speakers. He had an accented basic, but the accent was hard to place, most likely something from the outer rim.

 

”œWe are having a bit of troubles, we are going to have to pull out of hyperspace early in the nearest system, prepare yourself.”

[Niv]

She followed silently after the pilot. Her stomach was a mess of knots at having to endure the jerky ascent to the stopover planet. That, coupled with the slight unease at sensing a frail dark presence, made for one slightly jittery Nivana. It also reinstated her inital dislike of flying.

 

With her feet back on solid ground she quickly snuffed the uneasy feelings that had possesed her during the landing. Darting amber eyes took in the industriousness that she'd stepped into. She felt incredibly out of place in her flowing white gown and upswept hair. But that feeling fell away as she watched workers, like swarming insects, tend to a vast array of weapons and machinery. Most of which Nivana had never set her sights on before. She stared with apparent awe at the mechanical angel as they passed it by. So entranced was she by the sight of it that the male voice startled her slightly. Nivana turned to he who had greeted her. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she warily regarded the man.

 

"Hello sir." she said with the slightest of smiles. She extended a hand in greeting. "I am Nivana Orrin. But I suppose you'd know that already since you have been expecting me." She gave him a once over glance from head to toe and back again. Her grin widened into something entirely saintly. "And who might you be?"