Kamino

[Oblivion]

After the Hellgate construct was done, the Sith Lord took the standard lift back down towards his quarters in the underwater alchemic facility. There, he'd take hold of his onyx armor, placing each piece on the proper portion of his body before turning to his apprentice.

 

"Ason, my lad.. The time of war is upon us. Take the weapon you constructed and follow me. We haven't much time,"

 

Mounting his weaponry and filling the vials of poisonous casings, the man looked over to see his apprentice wielding the weapon he'd instructed, slying grinning at the craftsmenship of it. For someone who learned only from text and what little knowledge of crafting, his potential was noticed once again by the superb design. The man was very pleased.

 

"Come, now. Our time has come to rise, and you shall witness the Revolution with your own eyes."

 

With that, the duo made it back to the surface, just in time to make it on the Hellgate before the Imperial flagship took off for Coruscant..

[Fatal]

Grabbing the gun from his Master's hands, he boarded the vessel. He stared at the wonderful light display that flickered around him, he was really going to see his first battle. He looked back down at the gun.

 

This is completely different from the glow rod he gave me earlier.

 

Stashing the gun for later use, he sat down in one of the seats and waited until they lifted off, it was going to be a bumpy ride.

[Iron Reaper]

Velorain took the blaster rifle from his master's hand and examaned it as he listen to Dagon's commands. In his mind he was smiling, never did he think he would get an oppertunity as this. To take place in a glorious battle. Throwing the blaster up and catching it with one hand he boared the ship and took a seat right next to Fatal.

 

"So, ready to see if we can take out a Jedi?"

 

With a frown he thought of his ship, the Execute, and wondered if he could take that old ship into battle with the help of a Stormtrooper to man the guns or steer. Well, too late now, he thought. With a sigh he slunk back into his seat and looked about. Seeing two other sith, one he believed to be a master he saluted and held the gun in his left hand.

[Bad karma]

With most of the other Sith having left on their conquest of the galaxy Dominique decided it was time for her to leave this place. There was nothing for her here. She would have to go back to the Sith Temple and patiently await the return of Lord Exodus. She let out an audible sigh, her anger obvious. Rather then repress the anger she expressed it, gripping various pieces of equipment through the force and flinging them across the room.

 

A good ten minutes later she entered the hanger bay, a bit of sweat dripping from her brow and her breathing slightly irregular. She entered the ship and fired it up, hitting hyper-space only a few moments later.

[Dagon]

::An imperial assault transport returns home to Kamino and quickly docks at a durface landing pad. Dagon takes a vessel to below the surface to meet with the Dark Lord. As soon as he enters the chamber that the Dark Lord was in he raised the head and spinal cord of Fynn Relmis and manipulated the mouth like a puppet, using a shrilly voice.::

 

I'm Fynn Relmis and I'm what happens to people that steal the Dark Lord's woman.

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto Ryu lowered his eyes, smiling with a freakish warmth at Dagon's gesture. He laughed softly, quite amused with the puppetry.

 

"C'mere, buddy, give us some love!"

 

Kakuto threw his arms around Dagon, picking up the Sith Lord and embracing him with a crushing, but by some standard friendly force. Spinning around on the ball of his heel, the Dark Lord's hug became all the more horrifying. After an awkwardly long period of time Dagon found himself on level footing again, Kakuto still smiling as he took the head from Dagon's hand, then childishly mimicked what Dagon had just done.

 

"You're the greatest, Dagon. Best gift ever."

[Dagon]

Your whims are the mandates of an empire. I personally stormed the Jedi temple alone to collect that head, and also succeeded in penetrating their vault to take all of their artifacts and lore at the temple, even the confiscated Sith items. I also fought the Jedi master known as K'Munee, but had to withdrawal with the arrival of more Jedi, although I do believe I would have bested him had time permitted. I also felt a light side presence at the temple I'm not familliar with. They were trained in the Jedi arts to a great degree but I did not physically see them to get a positive identification.

 

::Dagon took his leave from the Dark Lord to take care of some personal matters. A disturbing report from Gromas had revealed the possibility of the Phrik alloy being in the hands of non imperials. With that potential in mind, Dagon set about crafting a new weapon, a Sith sword designed to take down armored opponents. He began with the basics of Sith alchemy to treat the metal, using rare and exotic chemicals to give the metal its unnatural strength and resillience. This would give the weapon a unique composition of altered elements that would be both physically and spiritually more powerful.

 

With the treatment of the metals complete, Dagon began hammering out the form, using cooling methods to trap carbon inside the metal to increase durability, and a unique folding technique to create layers in the blade. This process normally took days, but the overall effect was worth it, and with modern technology and sith alchemy the time consumed was greatly reduced.

 

When the blade had finally taken shape, Dagon began the final steps that would turn the blade into a truly legendary weapon. He imbued the blade with both the soul of the Jedi he had killed and one of the Nhagathul souls. Light and unholy fire danced and wreathed the blade, which would now be able to cut through any armor with devastating effect. Picking up a laser torch, Dagon carefully inscribed the name of the weapon on the blade.::

 

Heaven and Hell

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto carefully packed decaying head of the man who Darla had betrayed him to in a neat little package, labeled simply "Fynn's Head" with a effeminate little heart drawn at the end. His new armor equipped and his new hammer slung across his back, the Dark Lord made the somewhat long trip back to the surface, where he took off in the direction of his apprentice's last transmission, assuming now it was time to see if he had passed or failed his challenge...

[Dagon]

::Sensing the Dark Lord's departure, Dagon knew that it would soon be time to play his own role in the upcoming battle. He took out his combat armor and began modifying it to temporarily specialize in the upcoming mission. He replaced one of the wrist launchers with an arc emitter and the the other with an intensified power shield. On the gear belt he strapped his new sword, just in case. Together with his custom armaments he was fully prepared for the battle ahead. That said, the call for his assistance had not come yet, so instead Dagon poured over some of the scrolls he had stolen from the Jedi temple.

 

One scroll in particular piqued his interest, concerning the spirit of an ancient sith sorceress located in the Cron cluster. Checking the nav charts, Dagon plotted a course for later use. Realizing that Tethyn could be tied up at Coruscant for some time, Dagon sent a comm to a Darth Maultros with a special task.::

[Iron Reaper]

((Sorry I wasn't there when we landed on the temple, Dagon.))

 

Velorain followed his master as he left the craft. Lookign down at the skull and spine held in his master's hand he let out a slight shudder. Soon, they had arrived at the chambers of the Dark Lord in which they both used the skull in a commical way. After leaving the chamber he immidiently went to his quarters and kicked the wall.

 

"What was that? That was no battle... it was a slaughter."

 

Then he thought to himself. Maybe this is all that exists in the world, death. The only reason to live is to die. With a sigh put on a second blaster and went to his ship to think.

[Notorious]

Piloting the transport shuttle down to the surface of Kamino, Lord Maultros had accomplished his task in a fairly quick fashion and was ready to gain his reward, whatever it was. Opening the loading door Marcellus ordered all of the women off of the ship, and told them to follow him. Making his way through the halls the group finally had made their way into the Dark Lord's chambers, where two others were waiting.

 

Stepping into the light Maultros gestured for the fourteen virgins to enter the chamber, as they moved into the room the Sith Lord smiled.

 

”œHere are the thirteen women you requested, Master Dagon. I have brought an extra for your own desires or needs.”

[Zadkiel]

Zad moved through the halls of the temple, seeking out the strongest presence on Kamino. The halls were quiet, the beings that had normally moved through them having been ruthlessly slaughtered. The weak deserved their fate. He came closer and closer to the signature. Slipping through the door he looked at Dagon, bowing down onto one knee before him to show respect before standing.

 

"I am in search of the Dark Lord, he is to administer my trials..."

[Dagon]

::Treated armor plates were displayed on a frame for this very moment. It was a moment of great triumph for Dagon, it would see the completion of one of his greatest works. Once the Dark Lord had this new armor he would be unstoppable. Dagon drew his sword and walked over to the first of the bound maidens. Her eyes widened as the unholy blade was revealed and a fearful sweat continued::

 

The blood of the innocent spilled.

 

::Dagon slit the throats of the maidens one by one, each cut fountaining blood over the armor as the sword consumed their bodies in fire and sulphur. Dagon went over to a container and opened it to pull out several pints of Fynn Relmis's blood::

 

The blood of the enemy taken.

 

::Dagon poured the blood on the armor. He knew that Fynn had been an enemy of the Dark Lord with special significance.::

 

The blood of the warriors given.

 

::Blood from two of the dead soldiers from Coruscant came next, carried in two hermetically sealed jars.::

 

The blood of the servant demanded.

 

::Dagon once again drew his sword and he walked over to Zad. In one clean slice he severed the apprentice's arm, causing the young man to bleed like a stuck pig onto the armor. As Zad dropped to the floor in pain, Dagon collected the blood that had reached the floor for the hammer that would go with the armor. Reaching into a secure safe for the last component, Dagon was prepared.::

 

All blood conquered by the blood of the master.

 

::Dagon poured the black, brackish blood onto the armor, completing the ritual. The suit was truly an unholy artifact, deadly to all but the Dark Lord.::

 

Thankyou for your services, Lord Maultros. Apprentice, I will see to your trials. Head to a medical center for your wound and then prepare for departure.

[Zadkiel]

Zad watched as the Sith slit the throat of each of the women before him, using their blood for some sort of armor. This was something he had never studied, the alchemy aspect of being a Sith. He wasn't the smartest and it was best to stick to what you were good at, his talent laying with combat. The entire process was fascinating to watch and appeared rather simple to the naked eye.

 

It didn't occur to him that he was to be part of the process until the last second, not leaving him enough time to react before his arm was sliced off. He didn't cry out in pain, rather he fell down to one knee with his remaining hand planted firmly on the ground to keep his balance. His face was contorted in pain, but he was grateful that it had been a clean slice and not a drawn out process.

 

He looked up at the Sith, his eyes glowing bright with anger. It would be useless to fight him, he would lose in this condition. This was just another part of serving the Sith, another portion of his training. He quickly got up and moved towards the medical bay. They would replace the arm with robotic replacement.

 

________

 

 

Not much time passed before the young Sith apprentice returned, his arm looking good as new but the pain still present as he had refused pain killers. He had everything ready for departure, as all he had brought was himself and his lightsaber.

 

"I am ready."

[Dagon]

I will return shortly, Lord Maultros, I have a matter to attend to.

 

::Dagon took Zad to the surface of Kamino and the two left atmo for the Sith's trial.::

[Oblivion]

The three aboard the custom Lambda shuttle navigated swiftly through the usual torrential downpour that was Kamino's usual weather pattern, being a planet consiting almost entirely of water, large structures built overtop to support the weight of the above sea level cities. The man piloting the craft gently brought the ship to ease, the three wings folding up high into the air, as steam rolled off the sides upon touching down.

 

The girl, still tied up to the medical machine, was a trooper throughout the ordeal, never once stirring from that deep slumber. The Sith Lord brought her out of the mechanical devices plugged across her body, lowering her body back upon the stretcher they carried her in, and levitated her body with hiis knowledge within the Force.

 

Ason, his apprentice and inniate within the very realms of the Dark Side, humbly gathered the possessions from the back, folding the pieces of armor in a collective case and carrying it as the three made journey towards the many lifts surronding the edge of the cities edge.

 

They took the lift to an underwater facility, the one where the Sith Lord's true pratice and skill resided, and headed towards Darth Reaper's private quarters. It was large and spacious, yet the overall dark effect and glowing tint of natural candles illuminating the area gave it a smaller feel, the irridescent rays of light not reaching the ceiling to show how massive his quarters were.

 

The casing with his armor and possessions found its way onto one of the many lab tables, needing to repair and modify it at a later time. Now, the Sith Lord was more curious in this third member that they had collected, laying her comfortably on her bed so she could awake naturally.

 

Between that time, he conversed with his apprentice, directing him to ready some supplies necessary for furthur alchemic experiments dealing with future porjects. His devotion was towards what needed to done was reverred, but a few things laid in his wake before he, too, could branch on his own.

 

Until then, while Ason readied the supplies, the Sith Lord brought himself to relax at his desk, calming himself down for once, and wrote in his Book of Memories with a large quill tipped ink pen against the authentic leather bound parcel. Inside, he had cataloged all of his beginning works up until now. Ason would receive a similiar copy this day, wanting to make sure his was up to date before that time arrived.

 

The silver haired man quietly wrote upon the large mahogany desk, minature spectacles on, delligently recording the recent incidents, future design ideas, whatever came to mind, occassionally looking towards the girl to see if she showed signs of awaking..

[Zadkiel]

The planet of Kamino was known for cloning, at least known to those that had been lucky enough to know of the planets existence. Zad was one of the few left around that did, the natives having been been ruthlessly slaughtered in mass. A few of the Sith Acolytes had been hard at work manipulating the blood they had taken from the Sith warrior in training, creating a clone of him.

 

At long last their efforts had paid off. The cloning tank began to drain as the figure inside opened his eyes for the first time. The light was near blinding on the other side, his memories were elusive at best, but one thing was there as if it was pure instinct. His purpose was to serve the Sith Order, to bring power to them, to fight for them, and anything else the Dark Lord would require of him.

 

The technicians pulled him out of the tank, using a towel to dry the remainder of the thick, goo like cloning fluid. He stood perfect still, his face was void of any sort of emotion. His mind, though, was hard at work trying to bring up any memories of his past before the Sith, or even of the things he had done with them. Very few things came up, mostly just fragments of training sessions and the construction of his saber.

 

"My saber...My trials..."

 

The thoughts passed through his head slowly over and over, as if on a never ending marquee. He had spent countless hours in training in preparation for that one moment. He had crafted his saber into a finely tuned machine of death. All for what? Being in this room, this medical facility could mean only one thing to him. It meant something that was unacceptable to the warrior.

 

"Failure."

 

The words were bitter upon his lips. The young man pushed down feelings of despair and anger. This failure would not be something that would lead to more, nor would it be something he obsessed over and lost himself in as others had. He would take it to heart and learn from it, as any great warrior would do. He had yet to attain any true status...but soon enough he would.

[Dagon]

::Having completed a myriad number of errands offworld, Dagon at last returned to his watery abode on Kamino. There was something primordial and timeless about the sea, an enigmatic cradle of life. The parallels between the sea and what was happening here on Kamino did not escape Dagon. After entering the underwater complex, Dagon sent an electronic wave to Maultros to inform him of his return. Returning to his private quarters, Dagon once again began to work on his unqiue squidsuit armor. The suit was skintight and temperature controlled, pressure resistant to allow him to use it in the icy depths. Sith alchemy ensured that armor plating was far thinner than the original design, allowing for smooth movement outside of water. A unique dual propulsion system that worked in and out of water was next, allowing full maneuverability.

 

The first component he added to the suit's loadout was a visual impairment generator that would create an obscured area similiar to a smoke grenade ten fold. Eight fully articulate tentacles are next, two with simple grappling tips, two with bladed tips, two with slugthrowers, one with a hellthrower, and one with a new weapon that he had recently devised. It utilized a dense web of monofillament wire to entangle and shred enemies as they struggled against it.

 

Dagon treated the entire suit to be lightsaber and ranged weapon resistant, and then he slid into it. The whole thing was like an extension of his body, and by the time he reached the submersible docking bay, he was fully comfortable with moving in the suit. Submerging in the water was like entering an ethereal dream, where the rules of reality no longer applied, the water distorting the light into various patterns. Alone in the cold, dark depths of the ocean, Dagon felt content for the first time since... Her.

 

The crushing reality of the isolation made Dagon resolve to fill this ocean with more of his genetically altered creations. Drive filled him as he waited for Maultros to be ready.::

[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel wasted no time in getting dressed and out of the med bay. It was not a place he enjoyed, the sterile environment with almost zombie like workers moving to and fro doing their assigned jobs. It was a meager existence to be sure, but it was all the had. They worked hard and in exchange his life was made that much more easy, the corrected his mistake the best they could.

 

No...you can't depend on others to fix things for you. You have to be completely self-sufficient.

 

He had not grabbed a shirt on the way out, rather just a pair of pants and boots. It hadn't taken long for him to get used to the basics and he was now walking at a rather quick pace through the hallway towards the mess hall. Over the next half hour Zad picked out the foods best suited for what he needed and finished them off.

 

The training area was empty for the time being, it would be a good time for him to work on his saber skills a bit. He sifted through the various weapons until he came across a lightsaber used for practice, it was of course a live blade as the Sith used nothing but. He would need to work on his skills a lot more before he took the trials once again, if he was even allowed too. Form three would be his focus now, having already worked considerably on form two.

 

The hilt was unfamiliar to him, it wasn't as good as his it seemed. Of course it could just be he had used his for so long every other saber would seem wholly foreign to his hands. He took the time to get himself familiar with this weapon before activating a training remote.

 

His body easily slipped into a defensive stance, the saber held in front of him but close to his body. There would always be someone better out there, so it would prove useful to know how to defend oneself against even the best duelists.

 

The remote snapped off a shot at him. His hands jerked downwards, stopping the shot from grazing his side. Zad closed his eyes and gathered the force around him. Using it to enhance his every movement, his every muscle. He could feel the subtle pulls of the force, guiding his hands in the proper direction to stop the next attack. Each of his movements were swift and to the point, using as little energy as was possible to stop the attacks.

 

Power will be mine...I will raise to glory. I will become the top Warrior for the Sith...

 

Another shot was blocked, the first drop of sweat began to form upon his brow. The remote was more daring now, adapting to his skill level after the first set of shots. It fired multiply shots at once, more then Zad could handle. One of them burnt the flesh on his side, but he stopped the other two in a single motion. The young man grunted at the pain, it seemed this remote fired live rounds.

 

Pain is required on my path. This, this pain in my side is only the beginning of unspeakable acts performed upon my body by the vile hypocrites that call themselves defenders of the peace.

 

The sound of three more shots being turned away filled the room. The smell of burning ozone was starting to become more prominent in the room with each blaster bolt. With each passing second he and the saber became closer, soon it would truly be an extension of his own body.

 

Peace...what ignorant fools. There can never be peace, not while they rule.

[Notorious]

The planet of Kamino was like nothing the Sith Lord had ever seen before, water as far as the eye could see and beyond what it couldn't. The grotesque figure of Marcellus rose from his slumber amongst the rags that covered the floor of the stolen spaceship that he had taken to transport the virgins for Dagon. The menace looked around the ship trying to remember where he had placed his cloak. With quiet feet the Sith made his way throughout the ship, silently searching for the final piece of his wardrobe. Opening the locker entitled ”œCaptain”

[Capt. Phillep]

A detachment of Imperial vessels appeared just over the horizon of Kamino, sending an encrypted comm for the Master of the Facilities, Master Dagon, "The Admiral has a request, enhance these ships with the abilities of Project Hellgate."

[Tiana Calthye]

The difference between healing...

 

...and...

 

...dying...

 

Was darkness, was light, was strength, and was motives. The opposite side of the coin was apathy, not love to hate; both equally strong, both passionate and twisted.

 

The difference between””

 

Waking.

 

And sleeping.

 

And...

 

Consciousness...

 

One of the girl's fingers twitched, but consciousness and waking were not the same things. Certainly they could perhaps equal an end result, but they also differed in the sense that one could be very awake, and very, very unconscious.

 

Her consciousness stirred before her physical body managed to once more. It wasn't pain tying her down, or any lack of stigma, it was simply confusion.

 

Not again.

 

The murk that held her hostage felt every bit as disfriendly as the continual circle of waking and dying she had undergone from the beginning until now. Blank spots where things had simply halted. Blank spots when somehow Leo had vanished, when somehow she had vanished, when somehow... things... went... funny...

 

This felt like one of those times. One of those times in which things were funny. One of those times when funny wasn't defined as laughable, but instead, strange and potentially dangerous.

 

Coughing sharply, she made an attempt to roll off of her side, tunic bunched up almost painfully underneath her back in a torn strip. Eyes felt sticky, but still she forced them open, immediately slamming them shut at the onset of painfully bright (at least to sleep-held eyes) light. At the recognition, or perhaps lack of recognition of the area holding her, they flew open again.

 

"Oh, (censored adjective)!" she swore. Or attempted to. It merely led to a coughing fit.

[Oblivion]

Signficant time had passed since the voyage back to the water rich planet, consiting nearly entirely of it. That being said, hours were logged into the man's book keepings, Book of Memories, deligating not only his life works, but his own outlooks on life happening within real time. Guiding the needle point ink-filled pen was the racketed brain of an increasingly psychotic man who dwelled with passion for knowledge. Pride fueled such desires, such rich splendor of thoughts, all accounted for..

 

Day 128, Entry 17:

 

It has been far too long since I have taken up the pad, mainly due to my incapacity to stay alligned and focused of will to do so. In the past, it would have pained me to write of such things, describing in such detail my work and thoughts into organized articles. Now, I embrace the thought, as my Master before me once had.

 

I often think of him, more so recently then usual. Even from here upon the desolate and isolated planet of Kamino where the stench of rotted flesh and death still teems the very air outside upon the city from our recent acts of genocide, I can feel him. There is great conflict in the old man, more so then usual. He was once a noteable warrior, having been placed at the right side of the current Dark Lord's own for a number of years. As he progressed, given many experiences in heartbreaking loss in and outside of battle, he has been reduced to a concotion of elements that do not allign, and thus build chaos.

 

I contemplate regularly upon the future, especially as I find myself in that same predicament as he was once in. Personal battles have been hard to overcome, losses never truely going away, wounds that will not completly heal. Anger still flares within my core, driving me to manipulate my strategy and hone my skills not only as a craftsmen and alchemist, but as a warrior to the Sith Order as well. Being in such a position, I can not allow myself the dishonor of lose any longer. I have adhere to the success of the downfall from my enemies and allow the 'Revolution' to make an easier voyage through such deaths..

 

Scale figures, instruments used to finely attune and draw, label, and configure each individual part of the mysterious in-progress armor, as well as weapons accompanying it. A delightful smirk crossed those pale facial features as he neared completion, jotting down a few extra exerpts into the journey before hearing the muzzled outburst of the young woman he had waited to arise.

 

"Well, now," The Sith Lord rose up from his haunches upon the desk, stretching out and clasping the very ornate bronze cup of red wine he had been pertaking and drank a generous portion before wiping his wet lips, placing the end upon the nightstand directly off to the side of the large bed.

 

"It would seem our hostage has awoken at long last,.. although still just as confused as before, I'm afraid,"

 

He had been wearing his usual garments, consiting of the tight grey elastic that molded to his body, many different straps and concealed pockets layering the inside and out. Kept with arms folded, the grey desolute eyes of the silver haired man glared down at their now concious captive, unarmed, still torn from the previous battle.

 

"Tell me, young lady.. Do you intend to lay on your back all day? If so, I shall easily make finer use of that pile of flesh you call a body and incorporate it in one of my lesser experiments.. Although, I must say, your skin is quite perfect for the task, might I add; untouched my the hands of men, your soul will do quite nicely to my already abundant collection.."

 

As to implement that which he spoke, the Sith Lord drew out the jagged dagger used for such rituals, twirling the handle around deftly as the point arched down upon his fingertip, easing the pressure back and forth in that slow, marauding fashion that allowed the sharp end to not penetrate the skin; rather twirl lucrative across the surface of his fingertip clockwise.

[Zadkiel]

Zad stood motionless in the center of the training area. The scarlet bladed weapon in his hands hummed a low tune, giving off the only light in the entire room. Sweat was dripping off of almost every inch of his body, portions of his skin was bright red where the training remote had narrowly missed him, but had come close enough to still burn. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed since he had started, but it had been four hours of non stop training.

 

He shut the weapon off, the only light in the room quickly disappearing back into the finely crafted lightsaber hilt. His breathing was slowly returning to normal as he clipped the saber onto his belt. As important as defense was, he still had neglected to practice his offensive style lately. He would have to find an opponent for such. In theory it sounded easy enough, but in practice it would surely be more difficult.

 

Over the next hour Zad moved throughout the compound, completing various tasks. He had cleaned himself up a bit and grabbed a bite to eat to replenish his energy. He could feel various people moving throughout the area, but he was searching for a certain type of person. One that could use the practice just as much as himself and wasn't so over bearingly powerful that he wouldn't stand a chance.

 

He could feel just such a person in the area, his pace quickened as he followed the forces guidance to the location. When he finally came upon the man, he was surprised to note he was not the normal, 'dark' Sith he had seen all around him, but more like himself in that his complexion was not yet faded, his hair not the pitch black or dark brown either. He had, in fact, the same hair color as Zad. Something that did not please him, as so far he had stuck out and would be remembered as the sole Sith that was able to keep his looks about him.

 

"Up for some...practice?"

[Tiana Calthye]

"You're just trying to get me mad, aren't you?" came her immediate response, though her voice was gritty with the feeling of mucus overwhelming her every breath. Sitting up harshly, she coughed again, tempted to see if he'd behead her for spitting at him.

 

The place felt angry, full of both death and life, but mostly the former. Mostly an agonizing pain offered from the Force.

 

Some part of her insisted on having dignity, tugging her shirt's collar back into place, though her clothing was still scorched from the end results of the duel, dried blood caked in places. Tiana knew she'd need new clothing soon, rather than walking around in grimy, horribly stained garb.

 

And she had a feeling it wouldn't look exactly like Jedi robes, not here.

 

Shaking her head, she cast him a look. "You can't be certain I'm untouched by the hands of men, can you? Perhaps I'm not the pretty little virgin captive I look. Does it matter? You're just going to kill me, anyway. I don't have all sorts of facinating Jedi knowledge ingrained in my mind; I never did get into studying that stuff. The Order won't ransom me for any great fee, I'm just a Padawan." And try killing me, and I swear I'll use all the knowledge I do have to choke you to death, she thought bitterly.

[Oblivion]

He was obviously amused by the reaction, the three voices chuckling in unison. This had been something he had already predicted in coming. Denial worked wonders in certain situations like this, as well as a steady bluff, but there were little cards to be held in her favor, while as he made it abundantly clear who was the better half, professing his presence within the darker realms to protrude and invade the already chaotic and conflicted mind, although in a much more subtle manner.

 

”œOh, I'm very certain. For, as you see, in your confusion and exposure to this.. foreign entity, deemed the 'Dark Side' by your Jedi associates, that same power grows and feeds; it learns, as do I. By now, I could simply extract any information you've withheld up until this point in time and absorb it just as easily with my own.. with that same power.”

[Tiana Calthye]

Unfolding her arms, she shifted to sit on one leg on the bed. But they were quickly refolded, staring hard at the figure who called himself dark, called himself Sith, spoke so smoothly and yet grated against her. Almost immediately, she recognized the type.

 

A tester.

 

One who never would be what he seemed.

 

She knew the type all too well. The slippery undertones which painted something or someone red but really meant nothing more than color. She was, perhaps, just slightly experienced with it. Manipulation. Apathy is the other side of the coin.

 

"Would it do if I told you none of what I'm going through, beyond of course the feeling of shock from not being immediately beheaded and interrogated, is new?"

 

Steady bluffs, twists and turns. Either one of them might've held the winning card; here the immaturity no longer suited her. She sensed it would do no good to toss her hair and act the child. Unlike his apprentice, he wouldn't simply assume she was that child.

 

"I don't believe in the darkside. I don't believe in the lightside. Does that aid you at all? Perhaps my training before was a bit... different... but I don't believe there's two sides to the Force." Her eyes narrowed. "Not that you couldn't pick the thought from my mind””apathy instead of emotion, not anger instead of love. Holding life””" like you did with Ason, right? "””in regard””" I mean, you wanted to kill him. "””is one thing””" and you didn't care how you'd do it "””and I believe it's right for””" the Jedi but you've already denied almost everything else they teach "””the Jedi Order to have in the Code””" and... "””but I never did believe the malarky about no emotion."

 

Really?

 

She closed her eyes for a moment; mind screamed shut up! to itself.

 

"I don't deny that the Code should forbid taking another's life, but it doesn't ever act... quite..." you realize it already, don't you? "””human, I suppose. It doesn't fit with sentient mannerisms."

 

You're gray. Not a Jedi.

 

Shut up!

 

Not as though it was a surprise to consciously think it, though. "I don't believe in your light or dark views."

[Bad karma]

A small fighter dropped into real space above the planet of Kamino, which remained far below. The cockpit was illuminated solely by the instruments within its confines. Delicate, yet graceful fingers ran over the controls, aiming the ship downwards. A few minutes later she ship broke the atmosphere and coasted through the downpour of rain towards the compound and the hanger bay. Everything went smoothly and a few moments later she was out of the ship and moving through the darkened hallways.

 

She had just slain a Jedi and left another practicly on his death bed. She had killed her first Jedi for the order, proven her power in combat. It was oddly unsatisfying though. She wanted something more, something that would last. The Jedi would never forget her, but she felt she would soon forget him. Perhaps she was not meant to serve the Sith Order in that way, but another way....

 

A way only the Master upon this planet could introduce her too.

 

Reaching out through the force she could feel him, but oddly he was below the compound in the water. She sent out a larger tendril of the force to make sure she was not mistaken. It was odd that he would be there, but then she would not question exactly why he was in the water like that.

 

"Master Dagon...I wish to serve under you, and if you will allow it, learn under you."

[Oblivion]

An unescapable outburst erupted from those finely pressed lips, moving his fingertips lightly against one another as he continued to sit, leaning back furthur and turning his head slightly off to one side, very inquisitively.

 

”œHah!-- Don't believe in light or dark, eh?.. Curious to deny something when you're standing in the presence of its abundance.”

[Tiana Calthye]

"I do not believe there is a darkside," she murmured. "There's only the Force."

 

It had been said before, she was an anomoly. In different words, in another's thoughts, and away from Tiana's knowledge. In all essence, it was now true. An enigma, something that differed dirastically.

 

Perhaps she would find herself.

 

She exhaled thoughtfully, and was reminded of shoulder angels. The Jedi said sit, meditate, cross your legs and reach out to what surrounds you. It said feel the area, feel the very structure that made up the life””and death””of this building. The Dark said don't bother. It said slam your mind outwards, feel the walls and hear them crumble. It said to pull everything down around here and see nothing, here nothing, feel nothing, only exist.

 

Perhaps, for a moment, something broke through the dark. It didn't take closed eyes to reach out.

 

If she touched them, they would hold her hostage.

 

If she brushed them, they would recoil.

 

If she hurt them, they would break.

 

"You believe you can turn me to the darkside."

 

She had closed her eyes, but didn't cross her legs into the medative position the Jedi taught. Tendrils of chaos drifted aimlessly across her mind; she didn't allow them to have a purpose.

 

"Yet, by all rights and the Jedi's teaching, I turned myself while dueling your apprentice. Strange, isn't it, how a gray perspective can be so shifty. You never know what's there, what's right, what's wrong."

 

Snap.

 

She almost cried out. Trying to take a stand, either right or wrong, light or dark””hurt””her””here.

 

...black...

 

"It's deciding what's right, and what's wrong that makes one light or dark. Breaking free of the chaos."

 

The walls felt dark. But not darksided. Simply malicious, creatures grinning down at her with white teeth and red eyes and fangs sharpened to kill. And he was there, another blot on the canvas””she didn't know his name. The Force was the paint, the wielder the artist, the means the brush.

 

It filled those gaps in herself. The gaps that screamed regect and stranger and failure as a Jedi...

 

"Perhaps not so much gray as it is colorful, isn't it..." she murmured. "Did you want me looking for something in particular beyond the general all around chaos?"

 

 

EDIT: For a spelling error.