Mimban

[Ikanya Calthye]

Ikanya sat up, startled. Oh, great... the voices in my head are real now!!!! she thought, several exclamation points flickering in front of her eyes.

 

Needless to say, the girl was slightly bothered by the sudden appearance of a voice in her head that wasn't one of her own voices. After all...

 

"Oh, minions of Xendor, I am going crazy," she said aloud. "No one can talk in people's heads, can they?"

 

The girl flopped backwards, and the bed caved in beneath her slightly, sending little wrinkles down the blanket that lay loosely over it. The roof tiles had already been counted. I suppose I had better sleep on this...

 

Huh.

 

Oh, will you voices just shut up?!

 

"Well," she whispered in the shadows, "you really don't know much about Sith, do you?"

 

Ikanya Calthye closed her eyes and watched the inside of her eyelids for an awfully long time before darkness finally decided to claim her and she fell into a dark and uneasy sleep. If he could talk in her head, what next...?

[Nahstaa]

As nahstaa sat contemplating wether or not it was worth the bother of heading down to the forge to make his crystals, he felt a familiar presence drop out of hyperspace on mimban. Ignoring it for a while, and returning back to his contemplation, he finally decided that he had a perfectly good forge inside his workshop, and to go to the bother of walking all the way down to another one was not only a waste of energy, but a waste of time. The next thought to enter his head was one that rather annoyed him... If he hadnt spent so much time considering which forge to use, he could have almost completed one crystal by now...

 

Shaking his head, he snapped back to reality. Unplugging his finger from the network, he lent back in the chair for a while. Perhaps it was time to have a little bit of fun.

 

"BOO!" The voice rocking through karmy's head sent his mind reeling, his old master had put quite a bit of concentration and effort into scaring the man. "Come to my location boy, I have something to show you."

 

Laying back in his chair, he idly loaded up the program he used to create schematics for his workshop, and began designing a new ship for himself, storing each specification in his implanted computers database.

[Bad karma]

Spider lay quietly on his bed. His mind finally relaxing, even if only the slightest bit. His eyes were getting heavy so he allowed them to gently shut. He was mere inches away from a peaceful sleep.

 

BOO!”

[Nahstaa]

"THIS!" The word was not only spoken verbally, but mentally as well. AS soon as he spat it at the boy, each of his fingers opened up, and the same thin tendrils launched themselves at karmy. At the same time, two extra mechanical arms raised themselves from within his armour, protruding from the back of his shoulders. Each arm clamped down onto the madmans old apprentice, who was now being held in place by 12 very strong metal claws, and the force.

 

Picking the boy up, he slammed him down onto a table, and pulled one of the mechanical tendrils back into his finger, before replaceing it with a hypo-dermic needle. Gently pushing the needle into his arm, he gave the boy enough tranquilizer to keep him knocked out cold for hours.

 

Clamping the boys arms and legs to the table, along with a clamp around his neck, Nahstaa began operating. Carefully he cut the boys stomach open, before letting one of his tendrils move inside, bearing a tiny lense that was hooked up to his internal computer. Soon it had found a few unnecessary organs, and also the liver. Pulling it back out, he went about the task of removing the boy's appendix, Liver and kidneys.

 

Tweaking with the biomechanical liver carefully, he grabbed the tube that would refill it with the chemicals that would stop his body rejecting it, and carefully held it with one of the tendrils. Slowly the tendril moved up his body, under the skin, and came out at one of the boys mechanical arms. There it was fitted to a plug, so that the boy could easily put more of the chemical into himself.

 

Leaving the liver inactive for now, Nahstaa left the boys stomach as it was , moving on to his mouth. Taking up a small length of durasteel, he began using a cutting laser built into his hand that was on a very low setting to heat it up enough to melt it, before carefully applying it to each of his old apprentices teeth. Setting down the metal, he pulled out a miniscule drill, with a fairly long drill bit. Drilling through two of the teeth, and up into his nazal passage, he slowly began feeding a tiny tube through the hole, and then finally down into a small box that was where his appendix had been. Carefully connecting each tube to the box, he once again took up the durasteel. Carefully melting two perfect points onto the teeth he had drilled through, he very carefully drilled two holes, straight through the width of each tooth. Four exits for the chemicals would make them work far better than just one...

 

The last thing that remained was a neurolinked computer, and possibly a database. Carefully putting on finger to his apprentices finger, an almost microscopic tendril extended from it, slipping into the temple, but not damaging the brain at all. Carefully he planted a tiny chip there, carefully linking it into the network that was known as the human brain.

 

From there, he activated the thing, tiny wires spreading out of it and throughout the boys body, hooking into the boys mechanical arms, the liver,, the small hard drive he had left in his chest, and the small box full of chemicals left where the boys appendix had been.

 

Carefully attaching the biomechanical liver into the bloodstream, he activated it, before quickly stitching the boy up, applying bacta to thw various little incisions, and spraying a fine mist of bacta into the boys mouth.

 

When the boy woke up a few hours later, he didnt even have a scar... But he could feel the difference... especially seeing as he had metal teeth.

[Bad karma]

Spider's eyes fluttered open a while later. He groggily looked around the room, his mind struggling to remember what had happened. One thing was for sure”¦His old master had received quite a few new toys.

 

He twisted his head rather quickly to each side, a loud crack emitting each time. His mouth felt odd, as well as his chest. He looked around his chest looking for any sign of invasion but none was there. He flicked his tongue quickly across his teeth, instantly knowing something was wrong”¦very wrong with them.

 

He moved about the room quickly looking for a mirror to see what had happened to his teeth. When he found one he looked into it for a while just observing himself. It had been a while since he had seen himself in a mirror”¦and he had greatly changed.

 

He opened his mouth to see the dull gray durasteel that was now covering his teeth. His jaw dropped a bit and just hung there as his eyes widened in surprise then a twisted sort of glee. He turned to look at Nahstaa.

 

”œWhat did you do to me?”

[Bad karma]

As he waited for an answer he realized he had access to knew knowledge's he hadn't known before, including what had been done to him. His teeth were more lethal now then they ever had been. His mind was like a HUD, in that a list of neurotoxins, stunning agents, poisons and various other things streamed into his thoughts.

 

”œAh”¦very good. Your”¦gifts are much appreciated.”

[Ikanya Calthye]

She hadn't left "her" room. Ikanya was too overwhelmed to even consider that, and all things considering, she knew nothing about Sith as it was. Beyond, of course, the stereotyped rule-the-universe thing. Which didn't appear to exactly be true from her personal observations.

 

No, it appeared more that they merely used the Force to enhance their emotional skills to gain power...

 

If that included the universe, then so be it, eh?

 

She grinned dryly at herself. No, Ikanya didn't want to rule the universe. At the moment, the girl's only goal was to gain control over caffeinerushes. Perhaps use the Force to stop her addiction to the buzz that came with it...

 

If such a thing was possible.

 

She sat up and unfolded herself from her bed, standing up on a loose accord in the middle of the room. Her feet crossed the floor almost silently, though the body attached swayed a bit with tiredness, and a lack of caffeine. "Blast, I need coffee," she grumbled. It was probably Ikanya's most often used phrase.

 

Needless to say, she proceeded to get a hot cup of coffee and sit down to continue musing over the properties of coffee, robes, and the fact that she was a Force adept. Which, in itself, had the possiblity of proving to be as interesting as being adictted to coffee, and possibly just as fun.

[Bad karma]

Spider just watched with that child like yet twisted grin on his face. It was already starting to take effect on her. He slowly shifted the coppery tasting liquid about in his mouth.

 

"Hmm, you know...each time I get a chance to sample a Jedi...they just keep getting better." He moved down the hallway towards her. He took his time taking note of the style of design in the area.

 

"You know...I rather like the design they used here. Its quite...morbid wouldn't you say?" He reached down and picked her up by the waist of her pants.

 

"I suppose I better get you somewhere so you don't hurt yourself, that's my job after all." He quickly made his way back to her room. Taking great care to avoid the dark lord. He had no idea what he might do if he decided to seek out this single light amongst all the darkness.

 

"Now, you really should be more careful...Did you mother never tell you not to take drugs?" He made idle chit chat with himself, not expecting a response out of her just yet.

 

He could feel her anger growing bit by bit though...he was slowly but surely succeeding in his task.

[Bad karma]

Shy escaped his grasp seeing as he wasn't too concerned about holding her firm in place. He watched as she crawled away a bit before turning to lunge at him again. She had a rage burning deep inside of her. And he was determined to get her to release it.

 

As she hit him he didn't even bother to brace himself as she hit him. He moved himself back a bit with her in his arms. He looked down into her eyes with a grin on his face.

 

”œNow, now”¦I know you just can't take the tension of being around me so much”¦but that doesn't mean you have to throw yourself at me.”

Edited August 4, 2005 by Guest

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto Ryu stepped down from his throne, having never known how truly boring a day without slaughter could get. The Dark Lord yawned, running his fingers through his long platinum hair, wondering how long the summer could possibly be. Eternity, it seemed, was what stood between him and the Jedi.

 

Kakuto moved into his chambers again, taking solitude within the walls of the most extravagantly furnished room the temple had to offer. Kakuto's black robe slipped off over his white armor, landing on the back of a chair. Undoing a series of buckles, Kakuto slowly worked off the breast plate of his armor, exposing only the flesh higher than his stomach. Disconnecting a series of connectors that fed power and conditioned air to the upper portion of his body, he freed himself of his controlled environment, only to set it down on the same chair his robe rested on.

 

Sitting down at a work bench, Kakuto rifled through a series of drawers, pulling out two custom blades he had had made for now. They were short, but wide: nearly four inches in width, and only about 8 inches long, not including the non-blade durasteel that was meant to be used to mount the blades. They were curving blades with two serrations in the front, along with three larger ones in the back, and a long curving end. They were both a dark gray metal, coated in a thin layer of cortosis. Kakuto hadn't had the time to do anything with them before now, nor the will to.

 

The Dark Lord sifted around in his drawers again, this time looking for a box of custom parts he had ordered special to go with the blades. Picking through he located 2 heating coils, which neatly attached to the sides of the knives, giving them a black core. On the base of each blade he fitted a thin hand guard, which had vent like openings that faced the grip. The hand grips were both designed with a special pressure sensitive hilt and internal power cell, designed to have a very slight curve. To it he wired both the heat coils and the hand guards (which clearly had a secondary purpose) to the hilt, being careful to make sure the wires made good contact.

 

After fitting what seemed to be fairly simple, yet wholly vicious weapons together with a number of screws, Kakuto stood. At the side of each leg, just below the hip, was a pocket in his armor that had been intentionally designed to hold his these new weapons, even though the armor had been built before they existed. Kakuto slid the jagged blades into his sheathes, testing them to make sure they fit correctly, and smiling ever so slightly as he felt the magnetic locks activate, which ensured the weapons wouldn't be removed until he desired so.

 

His hands tugged on the hilts simultaneously, the locks deactivating due to the flipping of an internal switch. Kakuto's fingers clenched around the handle, activating the first switch, slowly turning the gray blades red with heat enough to char flesh. He threw a dagger at the farthest wall, watching as a few seconds into flight a small rocket engine that formed the bottom of the hand guard ignited. The small engine sent the dagger forward like a bullet-- flying at such a speed that when it came to the hard stone wall, it embedded more than half it's length inside. Kakuto walked over to the wall and placed his hand on the Dagger, finding that he had to put a great deal of effort into removing it from the wall.

 

Tiredly the Dark Lord placed it back in it's sheath, walking over to collapse on his bed. Kakuto's bed had been made with pelts of a number of exotic and endangered animals, stabbed and skinned to death by the Dark Lord personally. Kakuto laid on top of his wookiee fur top sheet, and soon receded into a deep sleep...

[Bad karma]

Spider made his way down into the depths of the academy. The further down he went the darker and damper it got. Even with the dampness though, it was quite hot. The furnace wasn't to far away then.

 

He reached the room and pushed the door open. It slowly inched its way open. It was an old wooden door, and beyond it lay a massive furnace. He glanced from side to side taking note of all the materials he had at his disposal”¦most things he would need would surely be here already. He moved to the fair wall where many lengths of durasteel lay.

 

He picked up a medium sized piece. It was roughly three feet long and 3 inches thick in diameter. Without words he moved towards the furnace. He would have to prepare the hilt before he crafted his crystal. He lifted the shaft with the force and moved it in towards the heat. It slipped past his sight as the fire consumed it. He closed his eyes and focused on it threw the force.

 

He twisted it ever so slightly to fight his exact needs. He let parts of it at each end open up so he could hook up something more to his hilt. He pulled the durasteel out of the furnace so it didn't become to super heated as to melt. He began work on the other parts that would be needed.

 

He gathered the proper tools to begin the wiring of it since that didn't have to wait. He cut out a small circle for the bottom of it once it was ready to be sealed. He was sweating profusely now from the sheer heat the furnace let off. It was amazing how someone could stay down here for such a long time.

 

He prepared the activation switch shortly before cutting out a spot for it to be concealed on the inside of his hilt. It didn't take long to finish this portion of the hilt, all the main area needed now was its crystal.

 

He heated up the end of a length of chain so he could mold and fit it onto the end of his hilt. Once he had the chain hooked on enough to suit his ideas for this new weapon he moved to the opposite end of the chain. He would need something to balance this out. A weight would do just fine”¦but what size weight. After debating it for a while he went with a 15 pound weight. Not to much to carry but would do nicely in balancing out this weapon

 

Everything was complete”¦but how was he going to get the blade to curve once completed? His increased thought process kicked in as well as his new little microchip in his brain. In mere seconds he had a solution and the proper calculations he would need to have his curved blade.

 

He designed a sort of over hang on for his weapon. It had special mirror like things that caused the blade to slightly curve away from them until it ended. He pulled out his own sith dagger he had crafted a while back and began to sharpen the edges of the overhang. Now when it was deactivated he could still cut threw things. But when it was”¦it would first cut into them with the jagged metal then the blade itself would hit them”¦the pain this weapon would cause brought a sick and twisted delight to Spider.

 

He held the overhang where it should be on the staff. He concentrated on the staff and overhangs and began to manipulate them on a molecular level. He sped the molecules up until the two items were so heated that they melded together.

 

”œPerfect.”

[Kakuto Ryu]

*Snores*

[Bad karma]

He finished gathering up the materials after a brief while. He opened up the furnace so he didn't have to burn his hand like a moron would. He sat down on the floor and concentrated on the crystals. He shaped and molded the materials together in a way that would prove to be perfect. His mind drifted to thoughts of hate

 

The Jedi females face flashed into his mind”¦Darsha. She had taken his arms and beaten him in combat. He would never forget such acts”¦he would repay her. He would once again taste the warm coppery fluid that so easily flowed from her weak body.

 

His mind floated away from such thoughts of hate. He focused in on the crystals again, shaping them so they would fit into their respective sabers perfectly. Each of them was coming along nicely. They gently floated within the fire mere inches above the base of it. His mind hit another item”¦one that was very high on his list of things to do.

 

Revenge.

 

Nothing was more important to him then said act. It had turned him into what he was today”¦it is what willed him to go on”¦to live life. Acts of war had ruined his life. Destroyed everything he had ever known and loved. Once he had sought out his revenge on each and every person that had commanded such heinous acts he would have no other reason to live other then to serve Nurgle”¦and perhaps the Sith.

 

His mind returned to the task at hand, his crystals near completion. He focused on them and finished them quickly. He brought them out of the furnace quickly, each of them landing in a different hand. He let them rest in place for a while.

 

He took the oddly colored one and placed it inside his boom a rang. After a few brief minutes he had it closed back up and ready for use. He ignited it. A deep royal purple blade was emitted from it, roughly six inches in length. Spider laid it on the table and went to work placing the other crystal in his main hilt. As soon as he finished he smoothed over anything that stuck up at an odd angle. He looped the chain into his belt and let the weight fall to rest behind him. The chain was twenty five feet, but he had most of it loosely around his arm so it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

 

Once he finished up with everything he tossed the work supply's off to the side and began to make his way back upstairs”¦maybe now he could get some sleep.

[Ikanya Calthye]

I wonder if it's morning.

 

Hell, I wonder what time it is on Coruscant.

 

Blast, why am I wondering about stupid little things?!

 

Ikanya sighed, and ran a hand through her long brown hair, pinning it behind her head part of the way before releasing it back to its normal desastor. An empty glass sat on the cupboard; she glanced at it for a moment before reverting her attention back to the roof.

 

The roof amused her oddly, for some reason. It was whitish, and roof-like. No different from any other roof, really. It had tiles, and bits of dust stuck to it. Yet it still for some odd reason amused her. "I'm going crazy," she grumbled aloud. "Wonder what the 'Force' can do about that, huh."

[Bad karma]

Trowa entered his room. His senses were never down, for that would be a big mistake to make in this temple. He observed Shy-ree's thoughts from the safety of his own room. The drug was taking a nice little effect on her and was quite entertaining.

 

After a while he got bored and drifted off to sleep for the first time in a good while. He slept for only a few hours before getting up and heading to the refresher to clean off. Once finished there he headed out of the room in a clean set of robes.

 

He decided to get the two girls some new robes. He knocked on Shy's room first. ”œGet up, your getting some new clothes now.”

[Aero]

Alyssa roamed halls, her life a total bore. Her wounds had healed and she had done absolutely nothing except personal training to stay fit. She hadn't seen Ezekiel in awhile, and she missed him. His way of making her feel, his embrace, his smile... everything...

 

Turning around a corner, she headed back to her room to shower after yet another day working to stay in shape. Alyssa's eyes wandered down the hall until a figure she knew well was waiting outside a door. Quickening her pace, she reached him.

 

"Spidey!" Aero's arms wrapped around his neck and she stood up on her toes and kissed his cheek.

Edited August 5, 2005 by Guest

[Bad karma]

Zek's heart hit his throat as he looked at the all too familiar figure approaching him. His thoughts drifted back trying to remember the last time he had seen Alyssa.

 

”œIt's”¦ been a long time.”

[Aero]

Aero smiled at the Sith Lord. "It has been a long time. I missed you so much. I couldn't ever stop thinking about you." Glancing around, she felt something. Something was different around him. Another being close by, one she had before felt. A Jedi.

 

"Ezekiel, why do I feel....." She shook her head. "Nevermind. I have to go shower, I'll talk to later, all right?" Aero quickly kissed him again and turned around to leave.

[Bad karma]

Zek let out a sigh a bit on the pleasurable side as she kissed him and turned to leave. "Yes...I will talk with you later. But must you really leave so soon..."Zek moved quickly forward to catch up and walk beside aero. "You have to go get a shower, eh? So did you train hard today then?"

 

He completly forgot what task he was too do and left the door he had just knocked on...she would be fine just think it was a side effect of her drugs she had taken.

[Aero]

Aero laughed as he caught up to her. "Yes... I DO have to take a shower... what, are you hoping for an invite?" She winked and laughed again. "My training is to keep me in shape, so I don't get flabby and lazy from doing absolutely nothing all day."

 

Shaking her head, she just looked further down the hall. "I doubt I'll ever get trained... I might as well forget about it... and I'll live my life on Mimban..." She grinned and they reached her room.

[Bad karma]

Zek grinned”¦”

[Aero]

Entering the room, she walked over to one of the counters and picked up some glasses. "Want something to drink?" She poured some liquor and handed him one.

 

She took a sip and motioned for him to sit. She went to her closet and pulled out a severe black robe. Placing it on her bed she looked at Spidey, "Well, if you want to, I guess the invites open."

 

Flashing him a smile she walked over to him and brushed his lips with hers. "I missed you, and I haven't seen you forever... and now you have apprentices. You've come along way since our first meeting on Endor, haven't you." Giving him a half smile, and turning her eyes away she sighed.

 

Jealousy? Her eyes snapped open. No, she wasn't jealous of his sucess... well, maybe a little, or maybe because of.... shurgging she looked back at him then continued to her shower.

[Bad karma]

His eyes briefly shut when their lips met, her smell was intoxicating. Her voice was that of an angel”¦his own personal angel. ”œIt has been quite a time”¦I have but one apprentice”¦and I will always have room to train you.”

[Bad karma]

Four Sith Acolytes entered Shy-ree's room. Without speaking they took hold of her and moved her out of the cold room. Quickly and quietly they moved down the hallway too Ikanya's room. Two moved into her room taking her by the arms and lifting her out of the bed.

 

The group of six moved down the hallway in complete silence. After a brief brisk walk they arrived at a rather large door. One of the Acolytes moved forward and put a number in the keypad. The door slid open with a slight hiss

 

Inside was an assortment of robes, clothes, and weapons. One of the smaller men spoke up.

 

”œLord Barton has informed us to allow each of you too get two sets of robes. You also may each pick out a Lightsaber.”

[Darth Sauron]

The galaxy around had passed through several events in Sauron's time of study. Months had passed, worlds had turned, governments rose and fell. To him though time was meaningless. All that matter was the knowledge and power one gained in that time.

 

In his time of study he had shed the need for cybernetic assistance. The full power of the Force and his own capability had finally merged into one being. Still though it would be some time before his true strength returned. In that time he would spend training a new apprentice. One to pass on the knowledge he had gained should the apprentice be worthy enough.

 

Only time would tell....

[Lord Asshat]

A small ship was barely visible from the port at which his new master was located.

 

After some time, the ship began docking. The pilot exited soon after docking.

 

" Hello master." Hoiz said

[Darth Sauron]

Deep in meditation, the figure known as Darth Sauron knew very well the person now at his chamber doors. A man no doubt with the desire for great power, great knowledge. A man who probably thought he was prepared for the journey down the Dark Path.

 

Even as Achzet made his greeting Sauron was in a blur of motion. While somewhat slow in Sauron's perception, his movement appeared to skip from his sitting position right into his new apprentice's face. Resting his hand gently on Achzet's neck and shoulder, the Sith Master squeezed on a single nerve up against the man's main pathway for blood reaching the brain. In a sharp chain of natural choas the man was sent to the ground in a kneeling position as the nerve continued to press even further right into the airway.

 

Standing over him, Sauron remained in a relaxed state as he spoke, "The term 'Hello Master' isn't something I respond to especially when I'm in meditation. As you are finding out by now it is dangerous on top of being disrespectful to interrupt a Sith Master while meditating. Not only this but you show respect and greetings with a bow. You do this only when summoned into the presence of any Sith above you. Is this clear?"

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet bowed to his master and said " Yes, I understand now."

[Darth Sauron]

Releasing his grip, Sauron motioned for Achzet to enter as he walked back to his meditation pad. Deep with in the Force, the Sith Master looked over his new apprentice with judgement. Chances of success were low, as it was for all new Sith. Still, it wasn't impossible.

 

"Now that you have learned your first lesson, let us continue. Tell me what has brought you to the Sith. What are the desires that have led you into my presence?" Sauron asked....

[Lord Asshat]

" I search for unlimited power and strength," Achzet said.