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Dec 18, 2008 4:09:33 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Dec 18, 2008 4:09:33 GMT -5
Zarnia felt the chill even though the layers of her padded and insulated clothing as the wind whistled across the low plain upon the barren world of Subterral. For not the first time she looked back at the form of the Ghost Star and once more considered returning to it fleeing this force forsaken world and what ever disturbed the layers of the force all over this world. She could remember it as the vessel first broke though the lower atmosphere of the world a strange feeling bubbling along the substrate of the world if felt as if he reached into her tugging gently at her spirit drawing it nearer and nearer to it's source and her it was with in the gaping maw like entrance to this mine.
She forced herself to loosen her grip on her light saber as her hand began to cramp the fear that caused her her severe grip on the hilt still bubbling in her mind as she attempted to contain it. She took a low slow breath and took a finale glance at her ships making a plaintive plea that the droids would some how have the ship ready if she needed to leave immediately before diving into the mine walking at a brisk pace avoid any brigades that might be found here. Stopping and viewing an area while in a large domed area deep within the mines a thin pale light streaming in from a collapsed section of the roof the surrounding area bubbling like a rolling shadow with in the force. She pulled her light saber as a portion of her mind screamed at her to leave to run for all she was worth, but for a few moments at least she could resist the fear and stood waiting in the shadows unignited light saber at the ready.
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Dec 18, 2008 5:20:12 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Dec 18, 2008 5:20:12 GMT -5
"You spent all those money and resources to escape the wrath of the Exchange, run all the way to Subterrel, middle of nowhere, and right now all you have with you are two guards? After all that time chasing you, Dalt, I'm disappointed." Zarene Yin lifted her arms, and the blasters of the two guards were yanked out from their hands by an invisible force, falling on the ground with a disheartening thunk, out of reach.
"I still have money! Assets! Can't we negotiate?" Dalt stammered.
Her blasters jumped out from their holsters into her hands, and Zarene pointed one of the weapons at the man. "I'm not here to negotiate. You should've done that before you got the death bounty on your head."
"Guards, protect me!" The two guards moved forward, and her blaster fire twice, and they fell. She holstered her weapons and ran forward, striking out with her mechanical right arm, pinning him against the wall of the tunnel, her cold metal fingers gripping his neck. His eyes bulged, and he tried to speak, but the words did not come out. Zarene grinned, the flickering lights and shadows from the tunnels, falling on the large burn scar that covered most of the right half of face, made her expression seem especially sinister. The metal fingers tightened, and with a sickening snap, the man stopped struggling and became still.
Letting the body drop to the ground, Zarene dusted herself off. Another job done. I really enjoy these jobs more than I should, she thought to herself. But then again, they did keep her distracted from the other aspects of her life. She hated her cybernetic parts, hated the disfigurement on her face. She could not walk into a bar to order a drink without drawing suspicious and fearful stares. She could never fit in with the rest of society, never find love, never find acceptance. Only two years ago, she had been a pretty and cheerful young padawan, with a bright future ahead of her. Now she was some cyborg monstrosity. Two years,... has it only been that long. It feels like it's been forever... But when she was out on a job, her disabilities became assets. Her scarred face could strike fear into the hearts of her enemies, and her mechanical arm gave her added strength.
She sighed, popped the used power pack out of her arm. Replacing it with a fresh one before draping her long sleeve back over her arm, she then lifted up her veil to cover the lower half of the face, concealing the scars. The entire population of the planet lived underground, and there was no need to attract any unwanted attention as she made her way out of the tunnels.
The walk back began pleasantly enough. She rather enjoyed these tunnels, away from any significant settlements, away from the stares and jeers, and the calls of "Mommy, what's that on her face?" She felt relaxed, at ease, almost... peaceful.
She was nearing the surface when she suddenly felt a dark presence that created goosebumps on her skin. Part of her wanted to run as fast as she could, yet something about that dark energy seemed to intrigue her, made her curious, want to investigate it further. She looked around uneasily, wondering where this was coming from. Another tunnel, branching off, leading deeper into the planet... that was it. Run, girl, run, a small voice at the back of her head warned, but for some reason she ignored it.
Following this tunnel down, she came to a large domed area, the only light coming from a small hole in the roof, and surprisingly, at the other side of large clearing was someone else, a young humanoid female dressed in black who looked roughly the same age as herself. The woman seemed to project her own dark aura, although it was different from the one that had drawn her down here. Instinctively, her hand went to her waist, resting on the handle of her blaster.
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Dec 22, 2008 17:40:08 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 22, 2008 17:40:08 GMT -5
Two heeded the call. Alike in body, different in mind.
Two more destined for the mantle of Dark Lord.
The Force raged around him like a storm, it's eddies and currents swirling all around him. He felt as if he were caught in a whirlwind, thrashed about by raging winds. The Force was not quiet today. Paxis wondered why.
He stopped trying to master the storm all about him, and instead relaxed and let it take him where it please. He submitted to it's will.
He seemed to travel for Eons. He visited planets, stars, distant galaxies; heard whispers from the past and the future. He witnessed the Universe's birth and it's demise, and he knew.
They were there with him, inside the chamber. They had finally arrived. He addressed them, speaking with power and confidence instilled by his new revelation:
"You are both afraid, very afraid... Good. All great beings feel fear at the edge of Destiny. Your pasts have led you here; histories of pain, anger, and sorrow. You are children of the darkness, and now you must grow up and realize your potential."
He paused for a moment for a coughing fit. Instantly he felt very sick. He ached, and felt as if he might faint. Distantly he wondered how long it had been since he had last ate, or slept...
Paxis concentrated on the two before him, using the Force to pull himself together again. Food and rest would come later: he had learners to initiate.
"I am Darth Paxis, Dark Lord of the Sith. A New Order has been established, one which will conquer chaos and stand the test of time. And I have decided that it's newest members will be you."
"You alone were able to hear my call, you alone managed to follow it to it's source. Now you must decide: prove yourself worthy, and join the ranks of the Sith, or leave now, and follow a destiny of ambiguity. The road ahead will be difficult and horrible. You will face things you never could imagine, and you will realize true knowledge and power. You will be put to the fire, and come out reforged; strong and new. I offer you greatness. Do you accept?"
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Zarkan
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Dec 23, 2008 19:54:50 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Dec 23, 2008 19:54:50 GMT -5
Zarnia tightened her grip when another woman came into view clearly she had a hard life, but little else would be gained from just a customary glance, but zarnia could feel the force surrounding the woman. Tightening her grip on her light saber zarnia began to prepare to defend herself moments before she felt then heard the sound of a man. His voice was strong and wise, but also weak and young at the shame time his voice almost felt as if it bounced around her skull. The feeling his voice left made her much more apprehensive and she began to with drawl into the shadows, but the man's coughing fit gave her momentary fluttering of courage as he declared himself a sith lord. Doubt slid into her mind surly he was a powerful Dark jedi, but a sith? the grandiose to call oneself a sith lord indeed a darth after they had been extinct for almost two centuries a astounded her. While she doubted his claim of sith hood he was certainly what she had been searching for a strong well versed Dark Jedi. She let a slow smile spread on her face she had already faced her own personal fear paralyzed and trapped in a bed. "I will accept, lord." she said honestly knelling on one knee. After two years of searching she would not give up the opportunity even if she had to scrub his feet every day she would be there.
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sparrow
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Dec 23, 2008 22:13:40 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Dec 23, 2008 22:13:40 GMT -5
The man was right about one thing. She was afraid. Very afraid. Run! the little voice in her head screamed.
But if there was one thing she had learned in the past few years, was that no matter how afraid she was inside, she had to do her best not to show it. "Look, I don't know who you think you are, weezer, hiding down here in this dark cave, but I'm not one of you!" she said with as much confidence as she could muster. It probably wouldn't be enough.
She had no love for the Jedi. She had turned her back on them the day that they had left her for dead. But that didn't mean that she was simply going to subscribe to the philosophy of the Sith. She had read the histories. Sith, always slinking around the shadows, hiding in caves and dark desolate temples, always in search of some dark ultimate power. She didn't want ultimate power. She only wanted her own life, and to left alone.
A galaxy will never accept you, she heard another little voice whisper. But now, the power is within your grasp. The power to reshape the galaxy, the power to claim a piece of it of your own. Isn't that what you want? Where was that voice coming from? From the coughing man on the other side of the room shrouded in dark energy, or from within herself? Either way, the thought sent a shiver down her spine.
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Dec 24, 2008 5:09:53 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 24, 2008 5:09:53 GMT -5
Paxis immersed himself in the presences of the two before him. They radiated their emotions and feeling into the force: their souls before him were laid bare. He felt the first woman's struggle; fear, then courage, then doubt in his claim to the title of Dark Lord. Then the choice was made, and calm determination seemed to settle over her energy as she knelt before him and accepted his offer.
"Good... You are strong, and now you will be even stronger." He reached for her soul, and snatched it with crushing hands of ice and fire. He poured his presence into her, and reached down into her very being. He settled inside of her, letting her wash over him. He felt fear, loss, anger, pain... sadness. He felt a living, dreaming being, banished from a world of happiness and love.
Beautiful, and full of potential.
He reached around, dipped into the pool of her soul. He poured his power, his wisdom into her: opening the link that Darth Everos had opened to him years before.
Her powers became stronger, yet finer. Easier to express, yet more controlled. He gave her greater confidence and wisdom, and as her midichlorian count shot up her connection to the living Force was reforged, stronger than ever.
She was assuming the mantle of the Sith.
In a flash, it was over. The link was severed, but a bond deeper than blood remained. He was her master, and she was his apprentice.
"Rise, Darth Desidrium, Dark Lady of the Sith. You are Zarnia no more."
He set his attention on the other woman. She hadn't responded quite as agreeably to his proposition. He barked out in laughter, which quickly descended into another coughing fit. He looked up at her, still chuckling. "Oh no, my dear, you really are. I can feel you, I can see your soul. You were hurt, betrayed, abandoned. The world you wanted to be part of didn't want you back, and it cast you out. They hate you, insult you, look down on you. They tell you you are ugly, and that you have no potential."
He sighed. "Zarene, you are beautiful, and you deserve better than what they've given you. The Sith are not what you think, at least not us. The New Order is different. No more cruelty, no more greed, no more selfishness. We are a family. We are disciplined, we are strong, and we will bring peace and justice to our Galaxy. I want you to join us. You deserve a family, you deserve love. You deserve... a destiny. Let me give that to you. Let us do something great." Surprisingly, ever word was heartfelt and true. When it came to his Order, Paxis didn't lie. It truly was a family; it was all each member had. That is what made them strong.
That is what would finally lead them to victory.
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Dec 26, 2008 3:13:23 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Dec 26, 2008 3:13:23 GMT -5
Zarene trembled as he spoke. It had been years since the word beautiful had been applied to her. That was from her old master, and she had been a completely different person then. She didn't know whether or not to believe what he said, but something in her desperately wanted, desperately needed it to be true.
Somehow he had managed to appeal to all of her deepest desires, and she felt her resistance slowly crumbling. How did he know?
Like the other, she bent down on one knee. No more hiding. No more running. The power to change things at last, to take control of my destiny, to have everything I ever wanted.... Her heart was beating fast as she said the two simple words, "I accept."
A small voice in her head screamed out in protest, but was quickly silenced. She had given in. It was done. She reached up and undid her veil, and smiled as the cloth fluttered to the ground.
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Post by Zarkan on Jan 4, 2009 13:27:19 GMT -5
Zarnia felt her heart leap into her thought as the feelings pierced her being so she began to feel stronger and more complete than she ever had before her eyes glazed over as she bowed her head towards the man, her master. As her eyes regained they're focus after the connection ebbed she slowly placed her fist over her heart in salute to her master. She stood slowly the artificial vertebra in her back sending zaps of pain as the groaned in protest against her living will. The sound of of the other woman accepting was almost lost on the newly minted Desidrium as she gazed at the shadowed man. She slowly pieced her intellect together enough to ask a simple question the only in her mind. "My lord, what would you have your apprentice do?.
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