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Dominique's face remained neutral as Dagon referred to her apprentice as a meatsack. She didn't particularly care, as they were only words but she found it amusing that a male would call anything else a meat sack. After all, in the end even Dagon was a male though sometimes she questioned if he could even be defined with such terms. He was always business as far as she had seen, as if that part of his brain had been cut off completely.

 

Her curiosity had been set off and she was left wondering if it would be possible to do such a thing and rid herself of any remaining thoughts that weren't needed. With a final nod to Atia and Revan she followed Dagon deeper into the city of horrors unspeakable. If the place wasn't so hostile towards everyone, it would be a nice place to find solitude and further her studies and training.


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Var's wounds still hurt, but he was past the point where it crippled him.

 

The darkness had wound down, but Var knew it was too late. He'd transformed. After all the work he and his sister had gone through, it was all just a waste.

 

Shye... I'm sorry.. he thought.

 

The man sat up, grimacing in the short burst of pain, and sent out a Force-pulse. As far as he could tell, it was only the inexperienced one. He rested his arms on his uplifted knees and let his hands drop.

 

He spit on the smoldering ship - this one was more blood than anything.

 

He looked up as she spoke, and laughed.

 

"I'm a wreck. You could do whatever you want, and I"d be a pushover. Frankly, I'm waiting for one of you to kill me. I can't say I'm not surprised I'm not a cooling corpse right now."

 

Why do I feel more freedom with this woman? She's the enemy for Jedi sake!

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"I'll not harm you unless you give me reason. Lord Dagon seems to want you alive..." She paused and looked him over. He was broken, defeated. Nothing left but a hollow shell. She was split between pity and contempt. All her reading had lead her to believe that the Jedi were self righteous hypocrites, saying they desire not power yet ever working harder to eliminate any opposition to their rule. The Sith mostly. "...Why, I don't know." She sighed and tried to take the time to reflect on all she had been taught. She remembered what Dominique had said about her eyes. How she shouldn't be ashamed of them, how they were part of her no matter how she tried to mask them. Atia let her shoulders drop from the gravity of her impending actions.

 

She reached up and pulled her cowl down to rest on her shoulders, letting loose her platinum hair, tipped in blood red. She kept her eye lids closed as she straightened her hair by running her fingers through it. She looked at Avararda, opening her eyes slowly, revealing completely white orbs.

 

"We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?"


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Atia found herself angry that he wasn't shocked at her eyes. Forgetting he, himself was blind, she felt bitter at what appeared to be his attempt to simply ignore the obvious.

 

Is it out of pity he doesn't comment? How dare he pity me. He is the one who is beaten and broken, not I. Where can he find room in his pathetic existence to feel sorry for me?

 

"My past is my own concern, not yours Jedi" She added a touch of venom to the title, as if it were some horrible disease or he belonged to something hated galaxy wide. To anyone not inside her head, this would have seemed completely random and uncalled for, but Atia felt perfectly justified in her lashing. He was, after all, the enemy.


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The shuttle soon found itself in the dark hands of Nhagathul. Immediatly, the dark energy swam through Revan's veins. He could feel the power rush through him only moments later. The pilot landed the shuttle near the Jedi, and Dominique's apprentice, Atia. Revan stepped out as soon as the ship hit the surface. He immediatly contacted Dagon through the force.

 

This is Revan. I felt Nom on Gala, but it seems I was too late. He was already taken care of. How shall I proceed?


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The only verdict is vengence; A vendetta, held in votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

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* In the vast darkness of this City may a Sith of the old ways, come to terms with the new. The force runs through the planet like a strong stream, leaving nothing in it's place just horrible acts unspeakable to any other person unknowing of the ways of the Sith.*

 

I wonder if i may find emeployment here, meaning to what is left in my life. I must find some one you knows the place.


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* The Sith walk for a vast amount of time in the reachs of this planet, looking for any sign of a fellow comrad, or an Emeny. Hes reachs deep with in him self sending out his force, feeling looking. A prick at frist a sort of small bug bite, then it grows he can feel the force flow stronger now. he reachs out.*

 

 

can you hear me, who are you, are you friend or foe

 

* Soon the Sith become face to face, his cloak slide to the side, showing just the hilt. his hand ready to pull it from his side. His mind looking for a weakness, ready for a battle if need be*

 

Sith give me your reply, now i demand it.[/i]


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Dominique followed Dagon quietly, observing the city in all of its perverse glory. She could feel the arrival of Revan back on the planet as well as a second, unknown figure, but they were hardly interesting. The young woman was far more concerned with where she was being lead. Her steps were silent as she fought back her curiosity and kept her guard up. Her weapon sat on her back, it's aura a part of hers. Both were tiny blips on the radar compared the sheer power the planet itself possessed.

 

Could he be leading me to another power?

 

She rolled her shoulders and brushed a lock of her raven hair out of her face, quickening her pace at the same time. They had found something back on Mon Calimari, but had yet to ”˜open it up' so to speak. If her thoughts were correct, then soon she would have not one, but two skills to go along with her shadow craft.


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::Nhagathul eats Jeng Droga's soul, leaving behind a corpse where once there stood a man.

 

As Dagon and Dominique went further into the bowels of the city, they came across a chamber with a grand entrance of exquisitely arranged bone. Behind its heavy ornate doors is a woman cowled in black, with dark, haunting eyes.::

 

Welcome home.


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The haunting, almost creepy eyes of the woman were the opposite of Dominique's brightly lit, lightly colored eyes. There clothes were not dissimilar though, as both were dark clothes that matched the darkness that was concealed within each of them. She stayed close to Dagon, not wishing to offend the figure that seemed to be an embodiment of the planet.

 

When Dagon and she came to a halt, she looked to him expecting him to speak with the woman as he seemed to know what he was doing.


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You're Nhagathul? The one who called us here? Explain yourself immediately.

 

::Dagon didn't dare draw a weapon on the powerful Dark Side entity, but he remained cautious. There was no telling what the thing was thinking or planning.::

 

I was once as you are now. I served as you do, but then the Darkness moved on to others, and I was left to my own devices as an anachronism.


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Dominique raised an eyebrow, but the rest of her face remained expressionless. The female that stood before them had once been as they were? That meant there was a chance that one day she would end up just like this powerful entity. Such a prospect was both frightening and alluring at the same time.

 

”œHave you called us here to impart knowledge then?”


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Revan had received his orders. It was time for the rehabilitation process. It was now revealed to him what Dagon's intentions were with the Jedi. Yet Revan had no idea he was going to have to turn him, himself. Such a task was intriguing though. He would of rather simply ended his life, but Dagon seems to see past his death; His future apparently holds more then a corpse. Revan immediatly when hit with the task, experienced Deja' vu. He too was once in the same position the Jedi was. He had knelt before the past Dark Lord himself, tormented with monstrous images and nightmares constantly. His soul was bombarded with the very evil he swore to fight in his earlier days. Now, it was his turn to pass the torment unto someone else. If the Jedi was going to survive this, he would have to be strong.

 

Revan turned around, a sadistic smile forming slowly across his face. He could see the Jedi stare blankly into his eyes. He knew what was coming, yet what he didn't know, was the magnitude of evil he faced. Dominique's apprentice stood beside him, ordered to watch the helpless Jedi. Yet, despite his current physical impairment, he still had the force, thus still making him an able adversary. Yet once Revan begins, the process cannot be stopped. No matter the magnitude, the Jedi here before them would leave a servant to the Dark Side by the time Revan was finished.

 

He slowly approached the Jedi. He motioned Atia to step aside. He looked into the Jedi's eyes and noticed something unusual. He was blind. Revan formed a smile, because he knew the Jedi could still see him despite his blindness.

 

"A blind Jedi...how cute..."

 

He switched the smile with a blank look in seconds. He reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the Jedi's neck. He slowly picked him up off the ground, and slammed his body into the ship. He moved in closer to the Jedi's face.

 

"It's time.."

 

With one clean hook, he impaled his fist into the Jedi's cheek. He couldn't tell if he had done any real damage, as the Jedi was most likely immune to his hits as of currently. Revan threw him to his knees, looking down upon him one last time as a Jedi before he would turn his very soul.

 

Nhagathul...let us begin..


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The only verdict is vengence; A vendetta, held in votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Sith Master and Loyal Servant To The Empire

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Avararda rested on his knees with his head bent, drawing long breaths. His face stung, but it was nothing compared to the other beatings.

 

"You don't think that... the others.. the other Jedi.. they'll come... they'll come for me." He coughed and sputtered.

 

Var attempted to bring the Light in a healing form. He clenched his fists and brought the Force around him in a swirling vortex. It didn't have the effect he desired. His internal mindset told him that the Force inside him was having a battle of Light and Dark.

 

He wasn't so sure himself which side he was on anymore.

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Atia could only sit and watch the Jedi take the beating. Part of her wanted her stand up and yell at Revan to stop. To stop this senselessness and just detain the Jedi. Cripple him so he is of no threat. But she could feel part of herself not caring. All the reading she had done over the hours at the terminal, her views had begun to become twisted, shaped by a new way of thinking.

 

Protecting others throughout life gets you no where. They wont care about you. They are bound to fail or betray you eventually, that is an inevitability you have to come to terms with. The only way to survive is to look out for yourself.

 

"Do you really think they'd come to this hell of a planet for you, Jedi? That is if they even knew you came here. I'm surprised that pretentious council of yours even let you come here." She bent down to examine his face. He was far beyond upholding the composure the Jedi were known for. He didn't seem right, too ill at ease.

 

"Or did they? Did you come on your own accord? What were you seeking on this planet, Jedi? Death? Oblivion? The eternal peace? All these I'm sure Master Revan would be more than glad to give." She glanced at Revan, the pleasure of his task lying elegantly on his face. A slight shiver went through Atia, afraid of what she saw in Revan, in what she began to see in herself. She brought herself back to the matter at hand and adressed the Jedi once more.

 

"No, you came for something else. Answers maybe? What questions crawl through that lump of grey matter you call a brain? More importantly, were the answers worth your life?"


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Avararda breathed a small sigh of relief, thanking the Force for the moments rest. The woman kept speaking to him, yet he had no idea what she got out of it. She wasn't nearly as strong in the Force as the others that he felt, yet he felt different about her.

 

I've got no other choice.

 

Another sigh passed through his bloody lips.

 

"I... I couldn't tell you how... got here." His brow furrowed in an attempt to pick out the details. "I was flying... and I was consumed.."

 

He let the Force wander out, tentatively brushing her. Even this small act hurt, thanks to the dark nature of the planet. Things even like rocks and dirt seemed overflowing with darkness. It embedded itself in everything, including Var. He fought internally with every bit of sense he had, but the planet seemed determined to rip his beliefs right out of him.

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Power, knowledge you will have to find on your own. Drink of this cup and you will become one with the shadows, moving through them as they move through us.

 

::Nhagathul offered them a black chalice.::


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Revan could feel a rumble within the force. Nhagathul was speaking to him. Not physically of course, but mentally, through his thoughts. He could feel Nhagathul's energy rushing through him like a raging river from hell just as he called upon it's aid. One would call it ultimate power; Others would call it metamorphisis. Revan however, didn't entirely know what it was. What he did know, was that the power was extrordinary.

 

The Jedi before him knelt upon Nhagathul's call, helpless and now completely defensless. With Revan's senses heightened to a near phenomenon, he could not only feel the Jedi's internal battle, but experience it. Slowly, yet gradually, his soul was binding with the Jedi's, intertwining through the force. If the Jedi's alliegance to the light was to be breached, he would need aid from the planet itself.

 

Revan used Nhagathul's energy to aid him in his conquest for domination of the Jedi's mind and soul. He was using the same tactics used against him when he was an apprentice to the darkside. He entered the Jedi's mind. He then began to slowly throw a flurry of images of Revan's past, and the pasts of ones he once knew into the Jedi's mind. He began to cram his head with gruesome images and horrific thoughts. Jedi being cruxified until death, others being torn apart; their insides being ripped from their chests. The Jedi could see a dark shadowy figure, massacring Jedi as though they were ants. Heads exploding, body parts being flung into the air like toys.

 

Every image Revan possessed within himself was now being passed onto the Jedi. Revan could see him undergo immense pain; pain that Revan was familiar with. Revan's eyes were now turning a solid white from the immense power that that moved through him, and his dark red hair was flowing as though wind was hitting them, when really it was the force around them; A swirling dark vortex moving around them at an inhuman speed.

 

The Jedi could now see himself within his head. However not one, but two of himself. One remained to the light, however the other half lurked in the dark. Both were battling for control of the Jedi's soul, however with the aid of Nhagathul, and Revan's powers, the dark half of himself was taking control. He could not only feel it, but see it. He then bombarded the Jedi's mind with his own words as the internal battle within continued.

 

Hate....Hate me....Release The Hate!


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The only verdict is vengence; A vendetta, held in votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

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Dominique's eyes, once so full of life and energy but no cold and cruel, gazed upon the black chalice. The embodied entity spoke of a power that was quite appealing, but to drink of a chalice that she knew nothing of could be considered foolish. There was always the chance, however slight, that she had been led her with the intention of being murdered but as she dwelled for but a moment on the thought she found that she came up starkly indifferent on the subject.

 

The small framed woman took two steps forward and accepted the chalice with both hands. The force radiated off of the item in pulsing waves when she held it. The fluid inside was thick and merely a shade lighter then the chalice itself.

 

Blood

 

She lifted it up slowly. The contrast between her colorless features, save the light pink shade of her lips, and the deep scarlet of the blood and the black chalice were immense. She tilted it, drinking in a gulp of the blood and letting the salty, metallic flavor of the fluid wash over her taste buds before turning and offer it to Dagon. Surprisingly, her face didn't have a drop of blood on it despite the angle she had tilted it too.


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A ship landed and a raven haired beauty slowly descended the ramp. As her feet stepped onto the ground she stopped and breathed in the air. She was home. Nhagathul was the one place in the galaxy that she truly felt at peace, it was apart of her.

 

She stood still for a few moments and let the planets force consume her before she finally reached out and felt him. With purpose in her steps she made her way to his physical presense.

 

"It's nice to be home".


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Welcome back, Kaylynn, I was beginning to think you left the galaxy entirely.

 

::Dagon took a deep draught of the chalice, feeling the darkness crawling through his insides as he did. The power became a part of him and it was good. He offered the cup to Kaylynn.::

 

Partake of this and join us.


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Kaylynn looked at Dagan and took the Chalice... As she drank from it, she felt the feeling of darkness and power flow through her... she handed the chalice back to him. "I will not leave this galaxy till the one link has passed. Until she goes, I am compelled to remain here."


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Dominique's cold eyes took in the appearance of the new arrival. She seemed to know Dagon and have an innate connection to this planet, otherwise she'd have been dead before ever making it this far. Regardless, though, she was merely another person. Dominique wasn't a fan of being around men, but she enjoyed the company of women even less; back stabbing, clawing, and whiney little things. They were below her.

 

She watched as both Dagon and Kaylynn pulled a deep drink from the chalice. Their auras were drastically changed by the drink of the blood. Black lines criss-crossed the other colors she could perceive around them. The woman barely made use of her empathetic abilities as she had when she was younger, but they were always there showing her things that others wished to hide. Her lightly colored eyes turned to focus on Dagon as she spoke.

 

”œI have things I must tend to, will you be needing me further or shall I take my leave?”


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