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Telperiën placed her bare foot against the withered skull of Talketa, the leader of the coven. With a quick pull of her hand and a push of her foot, the long wicked arrow withdrew itself from the left eyesocket of the fallen nightsister. The grinding slurp of the arrow against eyesocket and brain echoed in the small antichamber and the Herald of the King Beyond the Stars finished her work. The coven had been defeated, their leader felled, and with that done the Sith would begin their force civilization of these brutes.

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Some time later, the Apprentice walked on bare feet through the forest, her Amethyst eyes catching sight of Eve. Her voice was like gravel as she hailed the girl. With a breath she could smell the potential on the girl. So she broke into a run and skidded to a halt next to the Melodie.

“Where art thou going stranger? I have not seen one such as you around Dathomir before.”  She pointed to where her ship was coming in to hover some hundred yards ahead of them in a clearing among the bracken and fallen rocks. “If you wish to leave this place, you need only follow.”

And with that the daughter of Ar-Pharazon broke again into a run, disappearing up the ramp.

 

@Chaotic Tranquility 

Feel free to Join me aboard my ship. 


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And so it was, that fateful day that Eve and Telperiën first met, that Lucif first decided to join his companion upon the stroll. It had been nearly a lunar month since they had crashed upon this planet, and now that Eve had removed his bandage and revealed the newest addition of scars upon his scales, the Reel felt compelled to join his ward, especially with the young one one wandering so far from their shelter. It was still tender to the touch as he slithered along side the Melodie, his head hidden beneath the lower laying grass, his massive form taking the predatorial approach should they encounter any threats, or even lunch. But for Eve, the day seemed different since its beginning.

When Eve awoke that morning, she felt a strong urge to embark toward the mountain pass she avoided just the day before, its sheer cliffside and narrow trail placing her in an uncomfortable position should she have become a target. But with Lucif besides her, her nerves settled quite a bit despite her curiosity aching to explore what laid beyond it. After gathering her things, including the crude primitive spear she had forged from parts of the crashed ship, the two embarked upon the journey toward the east. As usual, Eve made a quick stop at a local brook to catch breakfast and gather drinking water, but this day, after gathering the water, she noticed that the water began to run red and smell of iron, causing her to toss aside the water and Lucif to coil in suspension. But when they noticed no real threat, they continued on.

Once they cleared the mountain pass and entered the valley below, Lucif could sense the aura of darkness beginning to loom again as he felt days before. It nearly mimicked Eve's own heart, and it felt powerful, placing the Reel upon his guard. Yet, the familiarity of it made the beast use caution of attacking. Eve's gaze shifted toward him as she noticed his unease, yet not a word was spoken about it as she trusted his judgement and she too took guard as they entered the treeline below. Hours seemed to pass as their journey led them further than they had ever been, mid-day now having long passed and the eve had began to take hold upon the sky above. Eve's eyesight began to waiver as the brightness tried to overtake her sensitive sight, but she had noticed that she had began to adapt to it easier, which was why she had recently began to stay away longer. So much of her had began to change within her since they had arrived upon this planet. And despite never have seen a soul nor a means of leaving it, the darkness within her heart only slumbered for the time. She still wished to find the origin of the ship bearing the spider emblem, but she had began to grow content with the ease of their life here. And that was when Telperiën entered the picture.

Eve stood in stillness as her gaze stared upon the woman before her, her hand gripping tightly the spear in which she held, yet still in its native stance. The young Melodie, the glimmer of the sun lighting his glare as she listened to the woman speak. Yet she remained silent, only turning her gaze toward Lucif when the girl departed, his tongue flickered in the grass as his gaze only remained forward. Eve could see that he sensed something about her, yet he did not attack or reveal himself, causing her to wonder. As for Lucif, once Telperiën departed, he began to slither in the direction she had pointed out, Eve following in tow.

It was only once aboard the ship that Eve spoke, the sense of darkness and innocence intertwined in her tone as she spoke. "Dathomir? That is the name of this planet? She questioned as Lucif coiled around Eve and laid his head upon her shoulder, his tongue flickering in almost unison of her speech. "We crashed here only a moon ago."


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The lone shuttle slipped out of hyperspace over the dark planet of Dathomir. Once a thriving society of light side witches, now in the dark ruin that remained, the Nightsisters prowled. In the years since the massacre and subsequent planetwide forestfires, the wetland jungle had returned. Dark plateaus of ash still jutted out of the bright green of the wetland, and no trees older than Telperien stood except on the isolated southern continent. But to Telperien it was home, and the bumpy ride towards the surface gave her and the apprentice time to talk. 

 

“So tell me Camik, what do you still have left to learn?”


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“ journey into Lordship”

 

Hearing those words put a bit of a gleam into his eye, a hungry one at that. She never did say what that planet was, but it didn't’ matter this wasn’t going to be a beach getaway. 

 

She kept talking, specifically on the top of their Lords and Masters. ”I can't’ answer what their deeds and accomplishments are and frankly it doesn't matter. It is our job to surpass them and drive the order forward into new heights. That can be standing on the shoulders or the backs of those that came before us.”

 

His mindset had been shaped by his previous master, but bringing up those thoughts right now would not help him in the least. This was someone new and he had to adapt to meet her expectations. 

 

”You never said your name, what shall I call you?” it was a question that had multiple levels on it but he needed to know. The more he could get out of her the better he would be and if was on the wrong footing with her because of a slight then that would make things that much harder. 

 

Now they were off to the jungle, something his fur did not relish but this was never intended to be a vacation.


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Telperien smiled ruefully as she looked out of the viewport towards the distant and descending marshes and jungle which stained the planet with dark splotches. 

 

“My full name is Telperiën Tar-Myken Darksong Ar-Pharazôn.” She let her hand absentmindedly run across the leather armour she wore until it found the sheath of a knife, where the nervous fingers found purchase and ceased their wandering. “My Father was the great Dark Lord Ar-Pharazôn the golden, of which there are many tales that I will not tell. He is dead and destroyed now, laid low by the Jedi order and their exorcists.” Her fingers twitched again and then were still. “My mother was the matriarch of the Nightsong Clan of nightsisters. A clan that now lies also buried and destroyed.” She looked back to Camik and smiled.

 

“I am a Nightsister, and I restored the covens from their despair. But there is much work yet to be done.” She pointed to the rocky mountains that they were slowly approaching. “Welcome to Dathomir Camik. My home, as bleak as it is.” 

 

The bundle of other nightsisters who had served Telperiën gathered eagerly around the viewport so that the pair of Sith were pushed back. 

 

“Then we will make you a mighty lord of the Sith.” She looked up as the ship settled on its landing struts. “Do you have any further questions? Or should we let them come in their due time as we go?” She shrugged on a heavy pack from one of the compartments and gestured to Camik to take the other that stood beside it. 


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Camik listened to her give him far more information than he had been expecting. Despite listening to her explanation it did raise more questions about his future, but those were questions for a latter date. He looked around at his “bleak” surroundings.

 

”I have seen more bleak places, but then I have seen less. Either way we are not here to sight see. I think any further questions I might have will be either answered later or have a better time to ask. For now let us get down to training.” 

 

Now that he was no longer stranded on that desolate planet and back under the tutelage of someone that presumably knew more than him he was eager to see what he could learn.


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“Indeed.” 

 

Her rough voice fell flatly against the dank air and the light drizzle of pale rain. There was little wind in the marsh plains, so the air tasted stale and dark. She took a deep breath and sighed. It was home, and she loved it. They continued their walk in silence as they waded through the muck and mire until she spoke again after an hour. 

 

“Find me hunger Camik. Reach into the force. The hunger is here stalking us.” 

 

For a rancor had smelled them several miles back and had begun its long stalk.


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Camik listened to what she said and was a little confused at first. She said find the hunger but was that a physical entity or something that was deep inside himself. Was this a weakness or a strength?

 

Camik cleared his mind and reached out with his feelings. This was not the time to let his feelings run wild, that would come later first he needed to isolate what he was looking for. 

 

He could feel things all around them, lessons that his previous Master had taught him. Despite pushing his feelings to the side he could feel the frustration of his instructions being so vague. The frustration burned through his calm and fed his anger. His anger was a slow burn nothing that was even sensed from a casual observer but it was there giving him strength. 

 

With his anger lending power to his senses, he could feel the life around them. From the smallest creature to the larg… well that must have been what she was talking about. He could feel a large creature coming towards them. It was a creature of unending hunger. Nothing could sate its hunger though it seemed to have sensed something that it thought might feed it. The creature was coming towards them.

 

Camik looked at Telperiën raising one eyebrow then looking in the direction of the creature.  ”What is that?” he asked her, his tone interested but unafraid.  

 

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“That.” Telperien whispered as she set her pack down beside her and withdrew a long wicked arrow from the bag at her hip. She placed it point down in the mud beside her. “Is a Rancor. It looks to be just shy of its mid twenties, and look at that.” She pointed to the smaller rock like form that huddled against the large creature. “It has a cub to protect.” 

 

She leaned down and withdrew a long stave of yew from her pack and set one horn tipped end against the side of her boot. Her amethyst eyes watched the two forms as the mother rancor considered its own approach. Then she dipped her hand into her pouch to take out a long cord of waxed hemp. 

 

“So.” She grunted as she bent the yew stave cross her thigh, connecting both ends with the hemp cord. “I will kill the cub, then you deal with the mother. Its hungry now, but after the cub dies, it will be angry as well.” She talked as if murdering a defenseless animal was nothing at all. She leveled the longbow and pulled the arrow from its resting place. “You need to exploit these emotions. Use them as you fight with her until you can grasp her mind. Then subdue. Bring her under your will completely” 

 

She bent the bow, her muscles bulging along her arms and back as the grey feathered arrow came to rest along her chin. She loosed a second later and the long thing blade of the bodkin punched through the small rancor cub’s brain stem. Dropping it with silent precision that was broken by a horrendous roar from the mother rancor. 

 

“Now show me how a Sith subdues his prey.”


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Subdue. That was the key to this assignment. It would have been easy to just kill the rancor but he needed to bring it to heel. It was a task he was infinitely familiar with but not from this side of the submission. He would need to be fast and strong willed. He needed to have the Rancor focus on him as he was about to be the only thing in the Rancors world. 

 

Of course it would be easier to let the Telperiën be the focus and he attack the beast from its blind spot but where was the fun in that. He understood the theory of subduing a mind with the force but he wasn’t sure of the latest effects and using such underhanded methods might not have the lasting effects he wanted. It might imprint on Telperiën after all.

 

Camik grabbed an arrow out of quiver and bounded forward towards the screaming Rancor. He could feel the anger radiating from the beast. Hunger no longer mattered to the beast only the rage. The rage was heavy and oppressive but was nothing that he had not felt before. He did not suppress his own emotions but let them fuel him. He thought about what he was about to do and how it was done to him. This did not give him compassion but instead enraged him even more. This was the state of the universe. The strong survive the strong have power. Power makes you the victor and never again will the chains ever be around his neck. 

 

The Rancor took a swipe at him as he got in close, it was not anything with any kind of power to it though simple size and mass would make Camik fly if it connected. He quickly dodged under it feeling the attack as it came towards him, letting him get even closer until he was able to stab the Rancor with the arrow. Simply using the arrow as a dagger would not do anything to a beast of such size but it would make it focus on Camik.  This was the weapon that killed its young. 

 

With such realization dawning in its eyes Camik poked it again before jumping back out of reach of the beast. He ensured that there were a few trees between them before his real work began. This was just the opening salvo of the attack, something to make Camik its focus and now that it was focused on Camik, he reached out with his feelings. His Will was stronger than a mindless beast, he let his own anger and hatred fuel that Will. He pushed out the feelings of being subjugated and forced to serve onto the beast making them heavier than the rage it was feeling. Its will did not matter, Its rage did not matter, its grief and hunger were all secondary to the Will of Camik

 

All of those feelings were compressed and placed into a single word as he enforced them onto the Rancor. His voice was quite, merely a speaking voice but it carried with it the voice of command. A sound Masters use when speaking to their slaves. A voice that expects to be obeyed or there will be consequences 

 

”Stop” 


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The Beast stopped dead in its tracks. It’s thin, beady eyes staring at Camik with a mix of straight hostility and hunger. Its thick claws stretched and clasped at the air, as if it was grasping the man himself, to bring him to a bitter end in a toothy maw. 

 

“Camik.” Spoke Telperien, her fingers tracing the edges of the black fletching of one of the arrows. “You have stopped it, you have begun the process but you must find another approach. Brute force does not control a mind.” 

 

Her voice was a stern whisper. 

 

“You must come alongside it, guide it. Manipulate its feral emotions. Use its anger, use its rage. Use its hunger!” 


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”No brute force does not control a mind, brute force crushes a mind.” he said with almost a whisper almost to  himself. Crushing the beasts mind was not what he wanted to do but it was the first step. He had stopped the beast in its track it was no longer trying to kill him but he did have its full attention. 

 

Camik started at the beast and did not blink. He was a Cathar dominance was something he was born into. He and his people might have been subjected, their true nature had only been suppresses not removed. He took this lesson as he began to use the force to press himself onto the beasts mind. He could feel its hunger and rage and he used it. He used the image of himself and the rage teh beast felt and started to overlay a different emotion to it. He tied the rage the beast felt for Camik specifically and twisted it. He worked to change what triggered the emotions. Hunger would now only be sated when it would be directed by Camik. Rage was no longer directed at Camik but rage was now for everyone but Camik. He could see that Camik was doing protecting it, and looked out for it. 

 

Camik worked to bring this beast into his Pride. 

 

As he did this Camik let loose a roar. It was a primal sound and one that he had felt he had needed to be done. With that roar he let loose emotions that he built up over his life. The roar was primal, something that all beings would feel in their primal brains. With that roar he cemented himself into the beast social structure and placed his own dominance over it. Camik was the Alpha here and his will would not allow for anything but complete subservience.

 

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