Mimban

[Guest]

Jareth had no knowledge of how to build a lightsaber crystal. He knew this, and his master must have known this also. No crevices of his concious or subconcious were hidden from her view. Jareth hadn't a clue where to begin. So he sat, and meditated. Concentrating the darkness within himself, he called out to the force.

 

His force awareness flowed into all areas of the room, he could feel the fire, and as he concentrated harder on the life that the flame posessed, he noticed it grew more intense in heat and size.

 

Then something strange happened. In the young apprentices mind he could see other sith sitting where he was. They were forging their own crystals. He was seeing the past. This room's dark essence held these memories, and he was drawing upon them to learn what he needed to complete the same task they had preformed so long ago.

 

He felt the sith before him, and their pain and anger were soothing to his mind. The heat of the room grew as he continued his meditation until it threatened to consume him, but he would not let that happen.

 

Jareth took his sword from his back and cut his hand deeply. His blood spilt out onto the floor in front of him. He concentrated on it and could feel each molecule of the small pool of blood that was near his feet.

 

Through the force, Jareth began shrinking his presence. He shrunk himself till he was the same size as the molecules he was concentrating on. Of course, his physical size was the same, but in the force, he had become very small. It was at this state, he could realign the molecules around him, and change their nature. This was how he would forge his crystal. From this state of being within the living force he was a master of his own surroundings, even to the smallest particle.

 

And so he began.

[Darth Impious]

* Impede walked quickly across the halls. Tears ran down his eyes. The memories of his burning parents destroyed his in sides. He saw Tarrian and looked up at her.*

 

" Why? Vauler killed my parents. Why Tarrian?"

[Guest]

With a incredible show of stoicism, Jareth sat perfectly still on the hot stone floor of the furnace. From what seemed to be a peaceful and unmoving physical stance, his mind worked tirelessly manipulating every molecule of his own blood. He infused the already dark liquid with even more rage and darkness until he was satisfied that each solitary piece of it reflected his own soul's hatred and torment.

 

Each particle of his blood on the furnace floor now poured out dark energy. It was a weapon in and of itself. He was pleased with his progress thus far.

 

Jareth remained in his very small state. So small that he was equal in size to the molecules with which he worked. From within the force, he watched as the blood slowly coagulated, and thickened. Once it became slightly more viscous than when it exited the wound in his hand, he began shaping the pool into a crystal form.

 

The pool slowly became a solid, and once Jareth was finished shaping each cut and edge to exactly the specifications he desired, he paused.

 

It took Jareth a few seconds to re-enter the force in his normal size and shape. Once his force presence returned to it's normal ominous amount, he opened his eyes.

 

In his hand sat a dark gem, forged of his own blood, and ready to be fired and tempered to increase it's strength and durability. With the force, he slowly lowered the rock into the flames. He then closed his eyes once more, and concentrated on the fire itself.

 

The young sith apprentice increased the intensity of the flame until the Gem was on the brink of melting, and being destroyed. At that moment, he backed off, and raised the crystal back to his hands. It now gave off a smooth shine, and as he held it in the same hand he cut to start the process, the heat seared his wound. This completed his task, as the gem had come full circle. It was begat of his own blood, and reunited with it once more as it cortorized the wound closed.

 

Jareth projected an image through the force to his master.

 

"Master.....I have finished. What is your bidding?"

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian stopped and looked down at Lord Impede. A cold darkness in her eyes as she noticed his tears. "Sith do not cry. Ask Vauler why he killed your parents, how should I know. I am not a nurse maid, do not cry to me. Tears are weakness, the sith have no use for weakness."

 

She pushed past him, using the force to shove him into the wall and continued on her way.

 

After sitting for much time in her chambers, she heard Jareth. Unlocking the door with the force, "Come to my chambers after you have cleaned and dressed. You will begin your journey to complete what you have started."

[Darth Impious]

* He turned to Vauler.*

 

" Why did you kill our family?"

[Darth Vauler]

"Because I wanted to, because I felt like it. They were miserable people. I did it because they deserved it. Now the question that remains: Why are you still alive?"

[Darth Impious]

" Becuase I was strong. And they were weak."

[Guest]

Jareth rose from his seat within the furnaces of the temple. He exited and retraced his steps back up the winding stairs that led to the ground floors of the complex. He entered his own chambers and cleaned himself off. The soot and dirt from the bowels of the temple proved tough to wash from his skin.

 

He re-dressed and headed to his masters quarters. Once there, he opened the door and spoke.

 

"Master, I have finished my crystal," she already knew but Jareth told her again.

 

As she turned to speak to him, Jareth got the feeling that he would not stay clean for very long.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

OOC: LOL, that would be a correct assumption.

 

IC: Tarrian turned and rose to face Jareth. Holding out her hand, she used the force to bring his crystal to her. She looked at it for a moment and could feel his presence within it. Walking over to a small chest on one of her dressers, she placed it within and locked the chest.

 

"I will keep it here for you until your next test is complete. It will be safer here then with you in what you are about to undertake."

 

She moved towards him and motioned for him to follow. Leading him once again to the stone doors of the temple, "You will leave here, and go out into the mimban terrain. While you were crafting your crystal, I took the opportunity to place more then a dozen small pouches throughout the planet. You will have 18 hours to collect them all, and to survive the obstacles set before you. If you fail to return here with all of the pouches you will have failed your test. Within each pouch, there is the parts to crafting your lightsaber handle. Each part has my force presence, and that is how you will locate the different pouches."

 

She stopped a moment and let that sink into him. "You will face many obstacles, from living creatures to destroyer droids. If you survive them and collect all 12 pouches within the 18 hour time limit, you will move onto your final test in creating your lightsaber."

 

Giving him a moment to think about this, she opened the stone doors and led him outside. "Your time starts now."

 

OOC: Have fun with this, and you should have at least 6 posts ahead of you. Be descriptive and remember to post your obstacles and how much time you have left within each post. I will throw in something as well.

[Darth Vauler]

"You are alive because I didn't make sure you were dead. A mistake i've never made since then.

 

So.... tell me, why should I let you live, now?"

[Darth Impious]

* Impede looked at him.*

 

" You know that it should be that you be my master. You know it and I know it."

[Darth Vauler]

Vauler looked at him Blankly. "That doesn't answer my question, Impede"

[Guest]

Jareth nodded to his master and set out on his quest.

 

The night sky, and the storm that raged around him had a strong familiarity. As did his quest. This was not the first time his master sent him on this type of mission, and he was not looking forward to the 'obstacles' he was sure to face.

 

Mimban was a harsh planet even for a, now experienced, sith apprentice such as Jareth. If the torrential rains and unpredictable lightning strikes didn't kill you, there were countless animals and beasts that were constantly on the prowl for blood.

 

Nevertheless, Jareth set out into the vicious wilderness. He quickly came to the tree-line that seperated the clearing in which the palace stood from the dense jungle that covered much of the rest of the planet.

 

The young Sith let his force awareness flow out into the jungle, and could feel all manner of creatures about him. Some were small, others very large, but all were not friendly. He tried to keep himself unnoticed as he crept slowly through the foliage. Jareth had located within the force the first of the pouches his master had left. Fortunately, it did not appear to be near any unfriendly wildlife, or droids.

 

He remained silent and slowly continued to the pouch, and as he plucked it from the ground, he was shot instantly 30 or 40 feet into the air.

 

It was a trap. A snare type trap had clenched upon his foot, and the large tree it was tied to had spun him upside down, and flung him high into the sky. Once the initial snap and subsequent swinging had ceased, Jareth shot the rope with his blaster and fell to the ground.

 

"Every animal in this jungle was liable to have heard that" he thought to himself as his feet made a loud chunching noise on the densly covered ground.

 

He would have to be more careful. Jareth had 12 more pouches to retrieve and only 17hours left.

[Darth Impious]

"Because I do not deserve to die."

[Guest]

Jareth placed the first of the pouches inside of his pack, and then flung it over his back. The contents weren't very heavy, but he knew that 12 more pouches would prove quite a large weight to carry. He decided to go for the pouches that were farther out, and then work his way back.

 

As he walked deep into the jungle he came across several other force signatures that he knew to be other pouches, but he let them stay for the time being, and persued others.

 

Once he got close enough to the farthest of the pouches, he surveyed the area for any dangers. The pouch was dangling from a tree, and surrounding the tree were 4 destroyer droids.

 

"This should be fun," he thought as he tried to plan his attack.

 

An arial attack seemed to be the best plan, being as the pouch was some 12 feet above the jungle floor. Jareth force jumped into a nearby tree, and then again into the tree that held the pouch.

 

Once there, he slowly lowered himself on a vine to where the pouch was, and retrieved it.

 

As he quietly dangled there, and placed the pouch into his pack, Jareth learned that today was not his day for heights. The vine he clung to started to give, and finally snapped in two sending him plummeting yet again to the ground. This time however, his landing was directly into hostile territory.

 

As he bounced off one of the destroyers, they instantly snapped to life and began firing wildly in his direction.

 

In a move of controlled chaos, he quickly ignited his stun saber and began to block the barage of blasterfire. It was coming toward him at an alarming rate, and he had to command the force to aid him. It made him fast, and accurate in his parrying and blocking.

 

Jareth attempted to redirect the blaster fire at the droids, but soon learned that it was futile. The bolts ricochetted off of the droids powerful deflector shields, and bounced harmlessly into the jungle. He would have to think of something else.

 

The standoff continued a few more seconds, when Jareth had a stroke of brilliance. He began redirecting the blaster fire into the trees that surrounded the area in which he battled his 4 metallic adversaries. The bark and wood of the trees splintered and sprayed off from them until the trunks could no longer support their own weight. As the huge, ancient trees came down around them, Jareth used the force to guide their fall right onto the droids.

 

Even the powerful deflector shields of the heavily armed destroyers could not withstand that type of weight, and they were all 4 crushed instantly under the tree.

 

Jareth disengaged his saber and clipped it back to his waist. His chest heaved as he caught his breath and rested a few minutes before continuing on.

 

"2 down....11 to go, and only 15 more hours." he spoke to himself as he continued on into the night.

[Darth Impious]

* Impede grew tired. He crossed his arms and turned around.*

 

" Im leaving. If you do not wish to trian me, I wish to leave. Good Day."

 

* Impede started to walk away. He walked down the large halls hopping he could find a master soon. He was egared to learn the way of the dark side and put evil back into the galaxy.*

[Guest]

Pouches 3, 4, 5, and 6 were very far from one another. Jareth grew tired from all the travel, but they were all obtained without much incident at all.

 

"This is going well. Perhaps I'm through the worst of it," he thought to himself as he continued onto pouch number 7.

 

Jareth knew he wasn't out of danger by a long shot, but the thought was one of hope. He felt that his next pouch was to his east just over a small incline in the jungle floor where a large tree root created a wooden, moss covered hill.

 

Crouching behind it for cover, he peered over and looked for the pouch that he could sense with the force.

 

Jareth could not see his target, but he couldn't see anything of particular danger either.

 

"I'd still better keep my guard up," he thought while pulling one of his chrome blasters from his holster.

 

Slowly he crept over the large root, and almost slipped on the slimy moss that covered it. Gaining his footing, he continued toward the pouch that he still could not see. He let his force awareness increase throughout his surroundings and felt the pouch just meters away, he still could not see it.

 

Jareth grew frustrated and began walking normally, not worried about noise he was making. As he did, he noticed something in the ground move.

 

It was a giant slug that had sat still on the jungle floor and piled leaves upon it self for camouflague. As it moved, he noticed how large it was. He was standing on it's mucus covered body, and as it undulated and showed all 8 feet of it's putrid body, he was forced to jump backward to avoid falling. Within it's slimy, semi-transparent body, he could see the pouch.

 

"The damn thing's eaten it" he said loudly to himself, "that's bloody wonderful."

 

The slug proved to be a simple enough enemy to kill as two or three shots from Jareth's blaster dropped the beast, but that wasn't what he was particularly concerned with. His earlier prediction of not staying clean for long was about to be confirmed.

 

He pulled his stun saber from his belt and attempted to use it to cut the outer 'skin-like' coating on the beast.

 

"damnit." he sighed as the stun saber proved useless.

 

The young apprentice drew his sword, split the beast along the belly, and proceeded to bail the animals fluid filled carcass in search of the pouch.

 

Once he retrieved it, he was covered in thick mucus up to his elbows. He wiped his forearms on some leaves he found, and placed the pouch in his bag.

 

He had a little more than 11 hours to go, and only 8 pouches to find.

[Darth Impious]

* Impede continued to walk. He came to empty room and say on the ground. He then layed on the cold carpet and dazed at the cieling thinking about that one night.*

[Guest]

Jareth continued to walk to where he remembered several pouches to be hidden. He walked past them all earlier and decided to forgo them for the pouches farther away. He had reached the farthest point from the palace, and was now working his way back toward it.

 

He stopped to gain bearing, and let his force awareness pour out into the jungle. Once again, he could feel the living things around him.

 

Something startled him out of h is concentration. It was the realization that he could no longer feel the pouches. They were gone. He still felt 2 pouches close to the temple grounds. But the other 6 had completely disappeared.

 

Jareth stretched his force awareness farther into the jungle. Still nothing. Farther. ....Nothing...He began to panic. His rage intensified, and as it did, so did his force awareness. It filled the entire hemisphere of the planet he was on, and finally he located the missing pouches. He could clearly see them all, deep underground, and all clumped together. The sith saw them all as a whole, but each had it's individual force signature still. Someone had moved them. Someone would pay.

 

Jareth ran at a full sprint toward where he felt the presence of his lost pouches, and as he did, he did not notice the large hole in the ground that he headed toward at alarming speed.

 

It seemed, that even on the ground, he was not safe from falling today. This time, however, he plummeted deep into the planet. He fell for what he estimated to be 100 yards before hitting the bottom of a pit with a large thud. His weight came down hard and unexpectedly, but he anticipated it through the force and slowed himself just enough to avoid injury. He fell over onto his side. Standing up and glancing around, he could see dull blue light coming from the walls of the series of tunnels he had fallen into. He knew this glow all too well. It was the glow of the incandescent insect life that lit the underground world of the Coway. He had dealt with them before.

 

An evil smirk crawled across his face...."This should be fun." he thought as he crept through the semi-darkness toward the opening where he knew the coway, and his missing parts to be.

 

Jareth had roughly 7 hours remaining to complete his task.

[Darth Impious]

* Impede closed his eyes and fell asleep on the ground.*

[Guest]

((OOC: sorry about these incredibly long posts guys. I only have 3 more to make.))

 

IC:

 

Jareth had made his way down a small tunnel to where he felt the coway's life force. He peered through into a cave filled with a dozen coway. They were in an opening that was about 20 feet across with a flat floor and a dome shaped roof 15 feet above them.

 

The tunnel that Jareth came through let out into the opening from behind where the coway were standing. The primitive barbarian's were all looking at something on a table. Jareth knew what they were examining.

 

If he was going to make his move he needed to do it quickly. The sith leapt from his hiding place, blasters drawn, and opened fire on the Coway.

 

2 of the large warriors fell quickly from well placed blasts. Others scrambled for their weapons and tried to counter Jareth's attack. Jareth continued shooting both blasters furiously aiming and dropping his opponents with ease. That is, until his blasters both clicked empty. He had overheated them, and rendered them useless.

 

"no bother" he thought to himself as he reholstered his pistols and raised his hands to his enemies.

 

He reached through the force and crushed 2 of the coway's throats. They gasped for air and clawed at their necks before passing out, and ultimately dying. Then, Jareth raised two more Coway high into the ceiling, impailing them on the razor sharp stalagtites that hung. Blood dripped from the ceiling and coated the floor.

 

Jareth realized why he wasn't gaining any ground on the Coway. From multiple openings within the cave, more and more warriors came pouring out to join the battle. He was soon overwhelmed with numbers. He managed to fight them off for quite sometime, but eventually over two dozen Coway warrior males jumped onto him, and stifled him. He quickly ran out of air under the extreme pressure of their weight, and passed out. He felt his pack being ripped from his back just before he went unconcious

 

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Now he had no pouches.....and only 6 hours left.

[Darth Vauler]

Vauler sent a force message to Impede "Why do you wish to learn?"

[Guest]

Jareth was roused from sleep by movement. He was bound at the hands and feet and gagged. The Coway had placed him in a small cage and were wheeling him toward a grand audience chamber. Once there, they strapped him to a table that shot out of a platform within the huge domed cavern at an angle so he was displayed to the thousands and thousands of Coway who had gathered there.

 

On a nearby table his swords,blasters, stun saber, bag, and pouches had all been placed, and a female Coway, who Jareth dubbed "the witch doctor" was shouting a emotional speech to cheers from the enormous crowd. The witch doctor's language was unknown to Jareth, but through the force he plucked the general idea of what she was saying from her mind. Words like "sith" and "Planet thieves" and "War" were echoed from her mind into his, and he realized what was going on.

 

Jareth was to be sacraficed before the entire species to show that the Coway could indeed defeat the sith. It was a display of power to give confidence to them for the war they hoped to declare on the Sith, who, they felt, stole their planet.

 

The thought of being sacrificed didn't sit well with Jareth, and he knew exactly what to do. Drawing upon the force, he connected to every mind before him. Thousands of lifeforces came to his awareness, and he began to project his illusion. Jareth knew that only one thing scared the Coway, and that was the large ameoba-like monster that lived in a lake not 150 yards from the amphitheatre they were in. He showed it to them all, and their cheers turned to screams of horror.

 

It was working, they were fleeing, but then the fleeing and panic stopped suddently. Jareth opened his eyes and saw the witch doctor standing before him waving her hands and shouting at the crowd to calm down....She stole the image back, and showed them that it was fake Then she turned and spoke to Jareth. Her words were nonsense, but Jareth got the message all the same.

 

The apprentice saw that he wasn't going to win so easily this time. His mind tricks worked easily on the warriors, but the witch doctor had tricks of her own. He would have to think of something else.

[Darth Impious]

* Impede opens his eyes*

 

It is my destiny

[Guest]

Through the force Jareth searched for an answer. He had not been this angry since the cold sharp needle of Geki's prometheus virus pierced his flesh and ruined his life. The rage inside him at these pathetic beasts was equal to his hatred of Master Prophet for his treachery and wrecklessness.

 

His rage, of course, amplified his force awareness, and somewhere....in the void of the caves...he felt his answer.

 

The lake water began to bubble and rise as a sleeping giant was awaken. The beast had layed dormant for years and not interfered with the Coway who were so horribly afraid of him. Jareth could feel it's mind, and it's dark thoughts. The beast was aligned with the darkside like most animals on this planet, and it's lust for blood was impressive. Jareth manipulated the beast. Calling on it....Commanding it to come bow to his will. He showed the beast his prize. The entire Coway species. If Jareth could not project an image of fear into his prey, he would bring the beast itself to them.

 

The roar of the crowd was loud as the ceremony was about to begin, and the Coway didn't even notice the low rumble of the huge beast tearing it's way through the tunnels toward them. It squirmed through and crushed the tunnels to make them large enough for it to fit through, and with a final blast of strength, it punched through into the amphitheatre.

 

As it's huge body poured through into the arena, many Coway were smashed instantly. Their bones broke, and their flesh exploded under the pressure of the beast. The beast had arrived and was out for blood.

 

The young sith felt the beast getting closer long before this, and was using the force to slowly close all the exits. Once the beast was upon them, the Coway had nowhere to go.

 

They screamed in horror as men, women, and children alike were overtaken by their greatest fear. It ate some whole, and others it ripped apart limb from limb. The beast wasn't feeding, or fighting for life. It was destroying for the sake of destroying.

 

The arena floor quickly filled with thick Coway blood that mixed with the cytoplasm the beast used to aid it's movement to make a thick black sludge on the floor.

 

Jareth used the force to untie his feet and hands, and, rushing to the table, he retireved his belongings. He noticed that all 13 pouches had been retrieved, and he quickly threw them into his bag, grabbed his weapons, and took off into a tunnel he reopened for himself.

 

As he waded through the knee deep pool of blood that was dotted with various body parts of the primitive species, he laughed to himself. Looking back once more, before exiting the arena, he saw mass chaos as an entire species of being was wiped from existance.

 

"Serves them right..." he spoke before leaving.

 

Jareth had to use timed force jumps to make it the 100 yards back up the shaft he had first fallen down. He stopped at regular intervals, and used his feet and hands to prop himself up while he gained the force strength to continue up.

 

Once he reached the surface, he took off at full sprint for the palace. He ran through the trees and brush, ducking and jumping low lying vines and high roots. As the final seconds of his time wore down, he busted through the temple doors and fell to his knees at his master's feet.

 

"I have returned my lord."

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian stood and looked at her apprentice. She looked at the time, "Only mere minutes to spare, Jareth." She took a good look at him and cringed at his filth. "How can you come before me like that?" She motioned with her hand at how he looked.

 

She stood for a moment as she looked at himself and gazed at the floor. "No matter, for the moment. Tell me what you did."

[Guest]

"I completed my task master, though it was not easy." Jareth spoke and then looked down at his clothes. He was covered in blood and various other unpleasant substances.

 

"Forgive my uncleanliness master." Jareth continued on, explaining to his master how the Coway were to start a war with the Sith for what they described as "stealing" their planet. He went into detail about how he used the force to destroy their species, and that the sith need not worry about any attack.

 

"Not that they would have been dificult for the sith to overcome," was his last sentence before looking to his master for further orders.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian looked at her apprentice with a bit of pride. "You have done well Jareth. I have had my doubts about you in the beginning, but you are turning out to be quite a sith. Your final part of the test is here now. You will follow me."

 

She walked through the corridors to an unused portion of the temple. There she led him to a small room. As they entered, she turned and stopped at the doorway. "You have 6 hours, my apprentice. You will take your pouches, and build your Lightsaber. It is a difficult thing to do, do it well, as your lightsaber is an extension of you."

 

Reaching into her cloaks, she pulled out a small object wrapped in a cloth. "I have kept this for you safe. You will need this to complete your lightsaber and make it your own." As he took it and opened the cloth, he saw that it was the crystal he had created from his own blood and sweat.

 

She grabbed Jareth's other hand and brought out a small dagger. Taking the dagger, she cut his hand and watched as his blood dripped onto the crystal. She then cut her own hand and mixed her blood with his on the crystal. "Take care to create it well. Apart of myself I give to strengthen your saber."

 

She turned to leave and as the door shut behind her, "your six hours has just started." With that the door slammed shut.

 

OOC: Do it in two posts Joey.

[Guest]

Jareth took the blood soaked crystal from his master, and went to work.

 

He unloaded his pack and all the individual pouches, and seperated them into groups based on what order he would need the pieces. He found no tools within the room to assist him with heating of the metal or shaping it.

 

All of the pieces were generic, and meant for customization. Jareth began planning out what his lightsaber should look like asthetically, and working the outer casing to suit his tastes. This would be the hardest part, as the rest of the saber could be pieced together like a puzzle. The major customization of the bare metal was very difficult. It took Jareth a very long time, and much concentration on the force to complete.

 

He made precise manipulations of the metal with the force. He seperated molecules from their partners to make precise cuts and grooves. He beveled the cylindrical metal to make room for the rubber grip he would add later. Jareth decided to make a series of succesively smaller pieces that would fit within one another to make a very unique look. He then heated the metal through the force by speeding the molecules until the metal became plyable and started to liquify in places. He fitted the pieces together, and allowed the metal to cool slowly. As it cooled, he tapered the emitter end. The result was a smoothly welded body casing which had a bright polished finish.

 

Once he was satisfied with the overal look of the shell, he began constructing the more technical aspects of the saber. Jareth had a decent knowledge of electronics, and the innerworkings of a saber. This aided him greatly in putting each piece in it's place.

 

The young sith hollowed the core insulator to the right size and shape to insert his power core. Once it was securely in place, he fitted the crystal chamber to the top.

 

Jareth took great care not to burn the insulation material as he affixed the chamber into it's place and once again used the force to weld the wire fittings into the core.

 

The next step was to insert the crystal into it's chamber, and adjust the focal length between it and the power core. This was the most important step. Not only was the crystal the single aspect of the saber that made it truly his own, but the focal length was what created a blade of the proper length and width. It also would make the blade smooth, crisp, and deadly.

 

He inserted the wires which ran from the power core into the crystal taking caution not to move the crystal from it's precise angle and position.

 

Upon completion of this most critical step, his saber was almost halfway complete.

Edited February 29, 2004 by Guest

[Darth Impious]

* Impede arose. He stretched and felt the dark creature with in him. It was a stinging feeling but powerful at the same time. He felt his back throb with power. Impede took his shirt off. The bug made an armor. It began to look like a vest. It was smooth and a dark yellow. It also had markings, like of ancient Siths. Impede cracked his knuckles and rubbed his hand against the armor. It gave him a dark shadowy feeling inside him. He felt the creature grow and grow. The dark side from Impede influenced it. The great power he was holding on his back pleased Impede very much. It was a sensational feeling. Impede walked out of the empty room and began to walk down the large halls.

 

Torched hangs on the ceiling. Darkness filled the halls. And evil filled the room. A cold breathes blew on Impedes neck. He quickly turned around. Some startled him, but nothing was there to do so. He nudged it and turned back around. He crept slowly around a corner. He saw Master Tarrian all the way down the hall. He walked over to her and bowed.*

 

" Greetings my lord. How is Jareth doing?"

 

* Impede closed his eyes and reached out. The power of the dark side stirred in the room behind the door, that Tarrian was standing in front of. Impede gleamed with pride.*

 

" It seems your apprentice is creating his light saber and is half way done. He is becoming a powerful Sith. Watch out my lord. He might become more powerful then you."

 

 

* Impede shut his mouth as quickly as he finished*

 

" Excuse me my lord. It was not place to say. I came t talk to you about a empty room I found. I would like to have a place to sleep and i was wondering if it would be alright with you. So what do you say?"

Edited February 29, 2004 by Guest