Post by Kulan on May 4, 2010 0:17:01 GMT -5
Name: Kulan
Race: Human, {Various Cybernetic Implants added}
Age: 68 Years Old
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 215lbs
Birth place: Created in Corellian Bio Lab
Apperance
Kulan is marked with Dark red-yellow eyes that seem to stand out from under a black hood that keeps the rest of his face hidden. His bio suit is a dark black that appears to have a glossy finish as it always looks sleek and polished. It is high lighted with various red lights that are centered around his mouth and chest giving him a more sinister looking appearance. The suit covers his entire body from head to toe which allows him to appear like a spectre of death in black robes and armor. The bio suit itself is as black as the robes he wears and covers his mouth and runs along each arm and both legs, covering the entire burned body except for the top of his head and his face. The bio suit allows him to appear taller than he really is, increasing his height to 6'5" compared to his original height of 6'2".
Personality:
A monster, a shadow, a visionary, a weapon, a man. All these things describe Kulan, and yet they do him neither justice, nor harm. He is one of few words, yet when he speaks the words flow from his tongue as gently as a river. Cool, calming and refreshing while all the same being dangerous, rapid and devious. His mind is set onto that which he wants, his tone reflecting his ultimate goal, his eyes steel cold traps and his blood as cold as ice. It is this that has kept him alive, this stoic drive and need to survive. This undying attitude to never surrender, to never give in that has kept him in the galaxy for as long as it has. He has no need for friends, he has a need for knowledge. No need for droids or machinery to do his calculations, his mind is his tool. He is a shadow, he is both no where and everywhere, this is his mind as well. It is there, and yet it is amongst the stars, every present to his surroundings and aware of that which is going on.
Kulan does not merely think about what happens, he knows what will happen. His mind three steps ahead of those around him, capable of fathoming things that every one else would merely brush off or believe impossible. It is this stoic, calm and calculating personality that keeps him alive, that has kept him alive and will see him reach many years beyond that which many have said he would never see. He should have died on Corellia when he was eighteen, once more when he was in his twenties in the Corporate Sector, and again when he was used as an experiment on Tattooine, and once more when he trained on Yavin. He has cheated death many times and will continue to do so until he is at last happy with what he gains and what he has done.
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Bio: (See Below)
Lightsaber: Single Bladed Lightsaber (Rapier style hilt)
Color: Single Bladed: Ruby Silver
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 5
Soresu: N/a
Ataru: N/a
Shien/Djem So: N/a
>>Sub Form Backhanded: N/a
Niman: N/a
>>Sub Form Jar'kai or Dual Wield: N/a
Juyo: N/a
Double Bladed Combat: N/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 4
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 4
Healing: 3
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attuenment: -5
Rp Sample: (See Below)
BIO
The Creation
Its been many years since Blair has been formed, he wasn't born as many would think, more like created and given to a family that cared for him as he grew into who he was. Yet it would be his life that turned him into what he has become. His life started out simple enough, biological material from a female and a male, both combined into a single test tube. He wasn't the only tube, he was one of many and the only one to survive from a batch of five. It took nearly nine months for him to come to be a full being, a baby boy.
When he had grown into a fully developed newborn he was presented to a family that lived on Corellia. He was named Blair by his adopted Mother and Father, a Corellian family that had always wanted a child, yet had trouble producing one. They saw Blair as a blessing, giving everything they could to him even though they had little to give.
Blair grew up at what seemed to be a bit of a faster rate than the other children, his height always making him the tallest of those that he knew. He helped out with his parents as much as he could, taking on odd jobs to pay for a few things that his parents needed help with. Blair learned many skills during the odd jobs that he took on, most of which allowed him to not only learn how to maintain air speeders but to also learn how to fly them as he often worked as a delivery courier. His first employer was his uncle who allowed him to use the older speeders on the lot to better hone his skills in piloting them. It would be during these lessons with his uncle that he would eventually feel the need to join CorSec. He would continue to take on various odd jobs and saving up as much money as he could until he turned eighteen and enrolled in the CorSec academy. Realizing he didnt have enough to pay for the tuition along with room and board, his parents borrowed heavily from the Exchange to make Blair's dream come true.
Academy Years
Blair was given the chance to enroll in the CorSec academy a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday. His parents sat on the brink of ruin with the large amounts of credits it cost to pay for the Academy. His father worked for the Exchange, having to smuggle spice and weapons across the galaxy from one out post to the next. It was on one of these jobs that his father was trying to find a new and quicker route from Tatooine to Carida, he made a miscalculation during a hyperspace jump from Manaan to Carida, and his ship dropped out of hyperspace in the outer chromosphere of the Balmorra sun. The ship was destroyed, and the Exchange put Blair's mother into further debt.
His mother worked three jobs to try and pay off the debt, yet it quickly became too much along with the interest that was placed. Blair tried as much as he could to balance his school work along with a few more odd jobs that he had taken up once more. Sending as much credits as he could to his mother in order to help pay off the family debts. His mind was at the breaking point as he was worried about his mother and still trying to keep his grades up as much as he could. He didnt get to see his mother much, their only contact through letters along with the few credits he could send. He let her know that he was okay and in good health. He did his best to help and sadly a few weeks later his mother was found dead as a bounty hunter had been sent after her. Soon enough the Exchange had its eyes set on Blair, still set to collect on the debt that was owed to them.
Blair had been proving himself in the academy, showing that his years working the various odd jobs not only had helped develop the skills that turned him into capable pilot, he was also able to show that he was a decent mechanic from the work he did on the broken down air speeders in his Uncles lot. with his Uncle being the only person left in his life, Blair warned him about the Exchange in hopes of giving him a head start to get off the planet. It worked for a few months as his Uncle left for the core worlds, still keeping in contact with his nephew before the letters stopped arriving. It wasnt until months later that he received the news that his uncle was found gun downed in an alley way on Coruscant. The authorities merely writing it off as a botched mugging. It would take the Exchange more than two years to try and find a bounty hunter that could infiltrate the CorSec academy and to find Blair. While he was sleeping the bounty hunter managed to sneak into his room and was careful enough not to knock anything over, or disturb anything in the room as he inched towards his objective. When the bounty hunter was close enough he struck only to find that his blade was plunged into the pillows and sheets of Blairs bed. Blair didnt know how lucky he was, as he had decided to stay in the Academy library for another hour in order to finish the heavy work load he had taken on. A few hours would pass before Blair would return to his room to try and rest, his hand flipping on the light switch to the room. When he approached his bed he saw the stab marks in it and once more narrowly dodged death as he caught the reflection of the bounty hunter in the metal frame of the bed. Remembering his CQC training from the pass few weeks, Blair managed to disarm the bounty hunter after he was given a couple of defensive wounds from the blade that the hunter was using.
Blair was lucky that the blade hadnt been coated in any toxins, the cuts werent deep enough that they caused any major bleeding, although they were deep enough for any kind of toxin to enter the blood stream. It was his quick thinking at that moment that saved him as he used the shredded sheets from his bed as field dressings. He followed the bounty hunter into the hall and down it before he lost him. Blair tried to pick up the trail again only to pass out from a combination of fatigue and blood loss. He would wake up three days later in the CorSec med lab on a gurney with the bounty hunter laying next to him, who had apparently taken his own life after he failed the mission.
Blair would crack down on his training and education in the coming months, soon enough he would graduate two years later at the age of twenty two and was placed on a Corellian Gunship as a captain's aide after the results of his test scores would show he had great promise to become a ship captain sometime in the future.
Military Career
Blair learned much in the two years stationed on the Corellian Gunship, and by the age of twenty four he was sitting on a lieutenant command. He would later have a transfer put in from the Corellian Gunship and ended up being stationed on a Corellian Capital ship. It was much larger than the gunship he was used to and after a few days he quickly learned his way around the ship. It was during these years that he would become one of the greatest officers that the CorSec Forces had.
During a routine patrol with in the system they came across a pirate cruiser that had recently hit the trade route running through the sector. Their ship was immediately fired upon and their shields held for the moment. It was before the second attack though that an engineer made a grave mistake while trying to transfer more power to the shields with the idea he could bypass secondary systems. For a brief moment the Corellian Cruiser's shields dropped which allowed the Pirates to get in a lucky shot. The bridge crew reported various hull breaches in sections across the ship with casualties not only from the hull breaches as well as injuries from minor secondary power conduit over loads. The Captain had already given the command to return fire against the ship and had ordered all pilots to their fighters. It was during this fight that Blair took over for an injured pilot and jumped into his Aurek tactical fighter. Blair remembered back to his days on his uncles lot as he got into the fighter, later he would claim that he didnt even remember getting into the fighter and flying it. He seemed to do everything through muscle memory as he took off to aid in the defense of the ship from the pirates. He formed up with a group of fighters already out in the fray, helping them to hold off the pirate fighters, stopping them from even touching the Corellian Capital ship. Blair's fighter didn't come out unscathed as it took a hit from the one of the pirate fighters. He kept the ship up for as long as he could before he took a nose dive into the atmosphere of
He was found one day later, the burning wreckage of the ship around him, most of his body was crushed, his arm shattered, his leg broken, and half of his ribcage was caved in. The CorSec Forces quickly took him back to Corellia with little hope for his survival, knowing that he would be dead in a matter of hours. Yet Blair held on tightly, his body being rebuilt, turning him into a cyborg. For three days he laid in a Kolto tank, slowly recovering from his surgeries and injuries. When he was well enough to be taken out, he was bandaged and placed in a stasis bed, letting him heal and get used to his new cybernetic arm and leg, slowly returning to normal life. With in five days after being taken out of the Kolto tank he was well enough to attend a ceremony where he was given a 1st Class Corellian Blood Stripe for his actions and near death sacrifice. When he was fully healed he decided to stay on with the CorSec forces for another five years as a newly appointed captain.
Life as a Captain
It wasn't more than two days after he was promoted to captain that he dealt with his first problem. The ship that he was given was on older model Corellian Corvette that from the looks of it, hadn't seen space flight in nearly a decade. While many other captains would see this first command as an insult, Blair saw it as a chance to show that he could prove others wrong. He would spend two years with the crew working on the ship, getting her space worthy once more as she had once been. They spent every waking hour for two years on the ship before they where able to launch her once more.
The first voyage on his new command went smoothly as they where set to patrol along the main trade route in the Corellian Sector for the next year and a half. The same profile over and over again, up and down the trade routes. He realized that many of the lieutenants had stayed in their position for that long for a reason. Once he sat behind that desk in the captains quarters he was swamped with paper work from morning till night, and even then he still couldnt get any sleep. It was a job that he didnt seem to have the patience for and still did it anyway. When the year and a half of patrol duty finally came to an end, Blair and his crew where given a half year to rest before his final year of duty would come up. He spent this time to deal with loose ends, keeping out of the lime light as much as he could, and staying out of the Exchange affairs and dealings that had taken his family from him.
Blair spent his last year behind the desk in an office approving various orders that where coming in. He didnt mind the desk job, nor did he really enjoy it. He saw it as nothing more than a job and did it to his best abilities. On the final day as a CorSec captain he thought that he would miss the job and those that he had worked next to for the pass five years, and those that he worked with the many years before. He was looking forward to getting to job the Republic Navy as he boarded a shuttle bound for the core worlds. His goals though would not be realized as just after the shuttle took off, an explosion tore through it, sending it into the slums of Corellia.
The Experiment
His body and the wreakage would be found a few days later. He was found badly burned, his eyes began to flash as he went in and out of consciousness, slowly dying and feeling the life being drained from him. He wasn't going to die this way, who ever had found him had a plan for him. His body was placed in a kolto tank and the experimentations began. Blair was slowly changed from a human into something more of a monster then of a man. He never knew who turned him into what he became, he merely took hold of what he was turned to, and made it into his own.
The man who turned Blair into what he is now started by adding together many different cybernetic implants thus turning him into a monster of death. The first cybernetic implant that was added, was a sound dampening unit that created a pocket of dead air around Kulan. Any noise that it created with in this pocket is bounced off the barrier that forms the pocket of dead air, preventing any sound waves from exiting the pocket. It is in this way that his stealth capabilities where increased. After each implant was placed into him, he was tested, his ability to move silently was amazing. The test showing that he was capable of killing a handful of men in a matter of moments with out them knowing he was even there.
Once the scientist where satisfied, he was placed back into the kolto tank, a second implant was added to that which was already there. The second implant was added to increase his resistance to toxins was a bio-medical filtration systems that aided the liver in quickly filtering out toxins in the blood stream. This would allow Kulan to with stand dangerous gases and toxins introduced to his blood stream for a longer period of time than any normal being would be able to. The next test was placing him into a room that had poison gas vented into it, Blair showing that he took longer for him to succumb and pass out from the gas. His resistance increased nearly four times than that of a normal human. When he was recovered he was placed once more into the kolto tank to heal.
Fully knowing the risk involved in turning him into a weapon, the sceientist began to work on a way to allow them to prevent them from ever losing control of Blair. They worked for many days on a cybernetic implant to place inside of him that would not only allow them to fully shut him off if they ever lost control, but to also take full control over his body if he refused to carry out an order. It was this time that one of the scientist knew what they where doing was wrong and began to have second thoughts on turning Blair into a mindless weapon. It was this scientist that would later help him be free and in his own way achieve redemption for his part in this. When the implant had been fully placed with in Blair and the other scientist left the room, a few hours later the other came in alone. He found where the implant was and knew that he couldnt let Blair become a mindless drone. Using his knowledge he changed the implant, making it nothing more than a piece of metal with in Blair, one with no control over him. with a clear mind the scientist left the room knowing that what he did would prevent anyone from ever controlling Blair as a weapon.
Blair was allowed to rest in the kolto tank for a few days, allowing his body to slowly become accustomed to the implants that were introduced to him, he was slowly adjusting to the new strengths he had, his mind slowly opening up to the Force as well. He knew what would become of him, his body would become nothing more than a weapon, yet he would wait for that day to become a weapon. Then he would turn against those that turned him into what he was. It took weeks before the scientist returned to continue their experiment, the white eyes of the Arkanians stared at him as they took him from the tank, laying him on the lab table and continuing. Their next idea was to increase his thinking abilities, logic and deductive reasoning, along with his quick-witt. They placed a handful of implants to increase all these, the implants where based off of the AA-1 Verbo Brain that was installed in all 3PO units at the time. They not only managed to deconstruct one of the brains, they where also able to rebuild it as a simple implant that could be fused with the brain to allow him to think quickly at a moments notice and to complete complex puzzles in mere minutes compared to others that took longer. Many of the implants where based off of some droid component that was in a 3PO model or a higher functioning protocol droid. The Arkanian scientist spent the next half of a year teaching him, testing his new mind power and seeing how well his reasoning had increased. He quickly dealt with any problems that he was given, showing them the solutions of the problems given, and even able to by pass the security systems and codes in the lab. He managed to gain freedom for a few moments, finding that he was on Tattooine, then after he saw the sun and snow, he was hit with a tranquilizer and put out before he was dragged back to the lab. Before he was tranquilized though he managed to gain access to one of the main computer data banks, finding out that the entire project was being funded by the Exchange, his anger began to boil. It would be at this point that he began to formulate a plan to give him freedom no matter the cost or way he would gain it.
The scientist knew that he would need better eye sight in order to carry out his duties as the weapon that he was being turned into. One night Blair was taken from the kolto tank and to the lab, his left eye being taken out and replaced with a bio mechanical one, letting him see over vast distances, switching over to both night and thermal vision, and allowing him to analyze nearly anything that was near him. Although this increased the sight in his left eye, it nearly damaged the site in his right eye, soon enough he would be forced to have to wear a special visor to help him even be able to see through the right eye. As Blair was recovering from the replacement of his eye, one of the Arkanian scientist had a change of heart, and in the dark of night he tried to sabotage the project. He poured a dangerous mixture into the tank which managed to make its way to Blair's lungs and severely damage them, scaring them to the point that he would no longer be able to breath with out a breathing apparatus.
Blair was soon enough placed into a bio suit that allowed him to not only breath and live which helped him to move easier than before. His body had become badly scared by the experimentations and from his previous crashes. His body burned and torn, his lungs nearly nothing more than scar tissue. The body suit allowed him to live and do his job. The experimentations had taken close to five more years of his life from him. The scientist once more took him from the tank, ready to unleash him upon the galaxy, only to find that they had managed to create nothing more than a monster, a being of death. Soon enough he picked up the nearest object he could find, a scaplel, and tore through the scientist with precision. The blade cutting through each of the scientist skin as he used them as toys, taking out each of them until he came to the last that tried to put up a fight only to lose his eyes and ears, being left to bleed to death as Blair pushed open the large doors to the lab and reveal the sun lit world of Tattooine to him. So at the age of thirty Blair left the lab finally and became free in his own way.
A New Life
It had been nearly five years since he had any freedom as he now stood outside of the lab as a free man. He knew that soon enough others would come after him, those that had funded the experimentations would need to be dealt with. For the last and final time Blair stepped into the lab, going from room to room in the facility, destroying each bit of data that was found, as well as gaining any and all knowledge he could on those that ordered his creation into a weapon. He had spent as much time needed to gain all the knowledge that he could, covering himself in black robes to hide as much of the bio mechanical suit that he was now confined to as he could. When it was all done, and Blair had no more reason to be there, he set the self destruct and left the lab behind. As he stood on a nearby hill, he watched as the lab went up in a large explosion, the ground quaking as it fell into a large crater, massive plums of smoke and dust pushed up into the air, and when it all settled, there was nothing more than a large crater filled with the twisted bits of steel and burned rocks.
His Revenge
He knew that soon enough anyone that was involved with the experiments would want to collect their weapon that their money purchased. Blair was right, with in months he was being chased across the galaxy by bounty hunters, each one trying to collect on the bounty to bring him in, a living weapon that was needed by those that paid for his development. Yet each bounty hunter sent merely fell to his strengths, his body strong and agile, his mind was sharp enough to the point that each bounty hunter was taken down with relative ease. It wasn't long though before his bounty slowly increased, soon enough reaching a point that a kill on contact order was given.
Blair slowly figured out who had set up the experiment, an old enemy came from the shadows, the Exchange had followed him since his days in the Corellian Security Forces. It was the Exchange that paid for the experiment to turn Blair into their living weapon, hoping that they could use him to pay off his debt and keep him under their thumb. He found out that it was the old branch leader of the Corellian Exchange that originally put the bounty out on him that paid for a large amount of it, and a handful of hunters with in the Exchange provided the bio medical implants to turn him into the monster that he was.
He found out where they where meeting, and soon enough he had a plan that even the Exchange would remember for years to come. Blair waited for their meeting to being, his mind had worked out everything from each of the members weights, to what they where thinking. It was a game of a sabacc and he was three moves ahead. Before they even knew he was there, it was already too late for them to even act. Blair managed to get his hands on a holographic image, using it to ensure that none of the Exchange members would believe that their leader was still with them and only speaking through the image. He had already disposed of the specific person though, air locks and mynocks where very useful when used together to deal with a body.
As the meeting continued Blair began his revenge. The first Exchange member died when he took a drink from his glass, a toxin had been dropped into it early, the mans body seizing up and convulsing before he fell over foaming at the mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he died with in moments. Blair already had a smirk crossing his lips as the next member was killed while shifting in his seat, releasing the pressure switch which set off a line of air cannons that where laced with in the backing of the chair, the Exchange member across the table being showered in a spray of blood before his own shifting in his seat caused a small line of detonite tape to take him out, along with the exchange members to his left and right.
Blair continued to watch as each of the members where killed, either quickly or slowly, the doors had been sealed from the outside, and as the last moments arrived in their lives, Blair turned off the holographic image and stood up, revealing that their weapon was the one killing them. He smirked under the mask as it filtered the air when the gas began to spray into the room. His eyes watched as the Exchange members slowly fell over, choking from the poison gases that where slowly flowing into the room. Blair stepped into the room from the small adjacent room as he smirked, the finally Exchange member fell to the floor, slowly closing his eyes and seeing Blair as the last thing to see in the world of the living.
He was finally free of the bounty that was placed on him by the members of the Corellian Exchange branch, all the top members laying dead in the room as he sat down and slowly turned in the large chair, looking out the window and bringing his hands up to rest his chin upon them, knowing that it wasn't finished yet, his mind drew up next plans, he knew what he wanted, yet he would need to find those that could teach him first. Blair needed to deal with the feeling that he had since he was first taken for the experiment. For some reason he felt the deaths of those in the room, feeling their lives slowly fade away.
Meeting the Dark Jedi
Blair spent close to a year tracking down those that could help him gain more power, his connection to the force continued to grow each and every day as he traveled across the galaxy, only stopping when he reached the ancient jungle world of Yavin. Blair felt a deep connection to the ancient ruins, looking over each of them, his hands touching the old and weathered stone that had been there since before he was born. There he found a group of people, those that he had been searching for, finally finding the Dark Jedi.
He stood there in the main chamber of one of the many temples that had been built on the planet, finding himself surrounded by five beings calling themselves Dark Jedi. He knew that each of them where powerful, and yet he knew that with out them he would have no power, or at least the power that he sought since he killed off those that turned him into this living weapon, feeling each of them dieing before him through the force. The leader of this group could sense Blair had a deep connection to the force, and when Blair knelled before him, pledging himself to the Dark Side he was accepted into the Dark Jedi as an acolyte, a student to learn from five teachers.
When Blair came to the Dark Jedi they looked upon him as a strange and odd gift given to them by the ever changing Force. A tool for them to use to extract their revenge upon the Jedi order for casting out their master whom they had followed to Yavin. They could tell he was created to be a weapon, a being of limitless destructive potential despite his cybernetic implants and replacements. They knew that their only way to harm the order would be through this new weapon and it was decided they would train him. It would be the only way for each of them to strike out at the order, with each of them full well knowing the risk should they allow him to become even more powerful then them. Each of these Dark Jedi not knowing what they would start, not knowing what they would turn him into and unleash upon themselves and the rest of the galaxy.
Blair's mind was already hard at work with a plan to deal with these Dark Jedi once he had what he wanted. His first teacher was the one that he was drawn to the most, his mind set on learning all he could from this Anzati Dark Jedi, a master of stealth, a former member of an Anzati assassin guild that built many weapons hidden with in the simplest of things. He was a master of the dark, and had much to teach to Blair. It took him nearly two years to master all that he could from the Anzati teacher, learning to slid into the shadows, to become one with them and live with in them. He learned to be nothing in the open and capable of hiding in the open and never drawing attention to himself.
His second teacher was a human Dark Jedi, a self proclaimed master of light saber combat, boasting that he defeated each of the other Dark Jedi in light saber duels, yet Blair would later learn that the Human Dark Jedi was nothing more than a Marauder, not even strong enough to defeat the leader of the group who was a true master. Blair spent the next ten years learning how to build his light saber, and mastering Shii-Cho. He was a quick learner as the first year was spent on him learning to build a light saber, his meditative state so deep that he managed to build what appeared to be a rapier, more of an ascetic look for him as he set the last synthetic crystal in place, creating a brilliant orange shaded blade.
He would spend the next four years in deep training with the Dark Jedi, learning each movement of Shii-cho, mastering each variation of it, and the attacks that went behind it, his focus so set upon it that even he seemed to be surpassing the self proclaimed master that was teaching him. Blair knew that his current teacher was becoming deeply jealous, his emotions showing in each of their practice duels until the day came when Blair truly mastered Shii-Cho. In their final training duel, he showed how deeply he had mastered his light saber combat that was taught to him, and took out the Dark Jedi's arm in a swift motion with in ten minutes of the duel, soon enough Blair had struck down the Dark Jedi with in thirty minutes. When the Dark Jedi fell, Blair took his place as the new master of Shii-Cho.
His teachings where not finished yet though, his next teacher was the Miraluka Dark Jedi, a master of force sight. It was her job to teach Blair how to open himself to the force and train him how to connect to everything that was around him, to allow him full control of his emotions and be able to use each of them in order to master his surroundings and those he has entered combat with. Blair spent another three years under the Miraluka's training, learning how to form a deep connection to the force as he stayed in the dark confines of the temples on Yavin.
Blair was a quick learner, taking in everything and trapping it with in his mind, easily mastering those lessons that where taught to him, and becoming even stronger, or more powerful in the sections than those that had originally taught him the subject. In no time at all he managed to contain a firm grasp on the Force. His mind open and always conscious of the force, the here and now, and the what was to come, and that which has already passed. It had been seventeen years since he joined with this group of Dark Jedi, learning all he could from them, already having killed one of them and taking his place, his master plan to deal with the rest of them slowly falling into place as each of them gave him a chance and opportunity for knowledge that he easily took. He was close to his final plan, all he had to deal with where two more Dark Jedi, two more minds filled with knowledge.
He was getting closer to the final days of his lessons with the Dark Jedi, his second to last teach being a Kaminoan who was eager to not only teach, but to study Blair and how he was so different from the others. He wasn't like his brothers seeing Blair as a mistake that took away from a perfect world, he saw him as a perfect being given to an imperfect world. He taught Blair much in a short period of time, their master apprentice connection lasting three years and in that time Blair learned much. He was able to perform surgeries that many would see impossible, learned the anatomy of alien species to help him in his torture of the species, able to use the healing powers for destructive deeds. He could kill a creature using the force just by focusing on their veins, shuting down their liver, and cutting away their skin. It was a masterful and knowledgeable time spent with the Kaminoan, a small part of Blair made him sad as he grew some what attached to the scientist, yet in the end he would die just as the others would.
Time was coming to a close with his apprentice ship to the Dark Jedi, he had already killed one that stood in his way, his mind thinking on how to deal with the other four, knowing that his biggest problem was that of the Miraluka and her ability to see short jolts into the future. It was most difficult hiding his plan from her, and it was easily rectified with a small accident. Unstable stone structures along with damp jungles made a nice combination when a chamber came crashing down upon her. With a small hidden smirk he was one step closer to dealing with all those that stood before him and his final goal. When the time came he entered his final apprenticeship with the Dark Jedi, learning from the Thisspiasian, the leader of the group. Blair found out that this Thisspiasian was once a Jedi Consular, one who fell to the Dark Side once he began to use his hatred and anger. He left the Jedi once he saw that they where afraid to use their emotions as he did. It would be with this teacher that Blair would learn the attacks and defenses of Makashi.
And so it came down to the end, the final teacher in a line of many, the last mind that held knowledge that Blair wanted. He entered his final apprenticeship lasting close ten years. In those many years he learned from his newest teacher the elegance of Makashi, the second of the seven forms, the one most renowned as being the peak of lightsaber on lightsaber combat. His own weapon that Blair had created was best suited for this form, its sweeping attacks, it elegant blocks and counter strikes, it suited his true nature of his emotions, resting upon an inner peace that many others wished they could attain while in combat. Time seemed to pass quickly, the days sliding into her weeks, weeks into the months until finally the years just mashed together into one long line. At the end of the five years Blair came out of it changed. An inner peace had been reached, his emotions on the verge of always exploding, yet he knew how to use each of them to his advantage. He carried his own rapier style lightsaber He had seemed to easily master Makashi and surpassed his final teacher in the way he could fight.
Finally his time with these Dark Jedi came to an end, his mind set as soon enough his finale act would be set into motion. He had dealt with two of them already, one that was overly jealous at being surpassed, the other a liability to his plan if she took the time to look into the future to see that he was merely using them to reach his own goal, just as they would use any other person to do the same. At his final ceremony in the main chamber of the temple they where using as their home, he began to set into motion his end game. As the Dark Jedi gathered to initiate him fully into being one of them, he smirk as his plan began. The temple started to shake, the stones falling around them as he drew his saber, the Dark Jedi full well knowing that this was his final goal.
Blair has mastered his lesions from each of them in the time he spent with them, now having no more use for them he began his methodical slaughter of each of them. His skills taught to him proved to be his teachers down fall as he easily dispatched the Anzati teach first, using the force to guide his hand and his knowledge of anatomy, he cut into the Anzati at the right places,
severing his limbs, turning him into nothing more than a stump until he lopped off his head. His next goal was the Kaminoan that taught him all he knew about healing, his blade striking along with his, blocking him, and easily countering as he flicked his wrist, severing the beings hand before he ran him through. Now it came down to the final teacher, the one that taught him all he knew about Makashi. He stayed calm, not allowing his arrogance to get the better of him, knowing full well that would be his own downfall either here, or in the years to come. His final opponent was his toughest, each blow was met with an equal one in strength, his attacks perceived, and counter attacks blocked. He had his own turn to, blocking each attack, dodging the counter strikes, their attacks met blow for blow as they seemed to be equal. Yet it was his own teachers down fall that he taught him everything he knew. It was this time that Blair saw his opportunity to strike. Each of his blows became increased, his mind slowly letting go as he used to the force to guide him with each attack, each fade, each strike being amplified by the dark side. He attacked over and over again until finally his first opening appeared and he took it, his blow cutting his teachers arm from his body, leaving him defenseless as his next move took his hand. As the rubble continued to fall around them, he watched as a stone slammed upon his tail and locked him in place. With a mere smirk Blair turned and left the temple, stopping outside to watch as it fell to the ground.
A New Dark Jedi Master
Blair had spent the last seventeen years of his life being taught by the Dark Jedi he had been taken into, and recently decimated once he gained all the knowledge that he could from them. He would spend the next few years in isolation, spending the time to rebuild his lightsaber, making it even more dangerous to ensure that it was easily wielded while using Makashi. His weapon became perfectly balanced to him using it perfectly in battle. He had become something new, embracing his strengths of being the monster that he had be turned into. His knowledge clear with everything that he learned from those that proved their use to him up until the ends of their lives.
It was in these years of solitary that he turned to a new color for his blade, the orange that he had reminding him too much of the pass many years spent with the Dark jedi. It took him nearly five years to track down three crystals that he needed, three that he wanted. Blair would once more return to Tatooine to search for the crystals that he wanted. It took him the better part of three years just to find the single Durindfire crystal that was rare to the world, another two years was spent just to find the perfect color of the Krayt Dragon Pearl. It was dangerous in those two years as he faced dragon after dragon until he found the perfect Red color of the Pearl. He would spend another year just to develop a synthetic crystal, each of them coming out red, one after the other until he had the desired pink crystal that he was looking for. Blair would spend the next year just to get their alignment right, having to be careful in order to prevent the crystals from breaking and making him start all over again. Once the year came to a close though he had the desired color as he closed his lightsaber and activated it, the blade coming out as a beautiful 'ruby silver.'
He decide that he would fully throw away the last remnant of the life that he once hand, his name no longer serving him. He finally decided that Blair was dead, he had died years ago when his fighter was downed before he was turned into the weapon through the experiment. Yet he hadnt fully thrown away everything of his former life. The part that he didnt throw away was carried in the color of his blade. The Ruby Silver blade that allowed him underneath all of the pain, suffering and hatred, to remember those two in his life that had loved him for who he was and is. The Silver reminding him of the warm and soothing mother that had cared for him, done everything she could to ensure his safety and showered him with love. The Red that reminded him of the fiery spirit of his father, the never give in, never give up and most importantly never lose hope attitude that carried him through life. He took on a new name, one that not only matched his inner peace, yet also the destructive force that was on the verge of being unleash. He chose the name, Kulan a single and simple name that combined the names of both his mother and father, a name that would soon enough be known to the galaxy and forever leave a mark that his family was once living.
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How many years had it been since he had gotten here? Five, ten maybe twenty? Kulan had forgotten how many years it had been, fifty is too many for him to remember each and every thing that he had been through. His eyes stared out the clear window upon the dark ocean of space, his hands coming up and clasping into each other as he placed his chin upon it. His breath came out in a wheeze as he let out a sigh, his mind upon a new goal. How long had this galaxy wide conflict gone on, the Republic, the Sith, the Mandalorians, even the Jedi had done nothing to bring about peace in the galaxy all they had done was cause more suffering and pain. Kulan knew that no one would be able to bring peace so long as there was war between those that called themselves a galactic government. He knew that in order to bring peace upon the galaxy he would need to build up a fleet and take the galaxy by force.
It would be the only way for the galaxy to truly know peace and for those that lived upon each planet to have true freedom. Kulan stood up from the large black throne that he sat in, his eyes focused on the shuttle that was arriving at the station with its passengers. He smirked underneath the breath mask of his bio suit before he slowly turned to the door, his mind knowing who was about to come into the room as he sat down and turned his back to the door once more. Kulan waited for the noise of the door, hearing the loud hissing of the hydraulics slowly pulled open the blast doors of the meeting room, the exact one that Kulan slaughtered the members of the Exchange in, a grand memory coming back to him of that day that he killed those that set the bounty on him and turned him into the weapon that he had become.
As the final person sat in the meeting chair, wondering who brought them there, he smirked and slowly turned in his chair, showing to them who had called them there as he looked upon each member of the Exchange that was surprised to see him, their weapon that their funds created sitting before them. He smirked as he looked to each of them, his hands resting on his chin as he let out a small breath, the wheezing of his mask filling the room. His voice came out strong and demanding, and yet it seemed to be oddly soothing as he spoke.
"I have called you here today for a proposition. You created me, turning me into this weapon merely because you wished to collect a debt on me. Your predecessors have all failed in their attempt, each of them dying in this very room."
His eyes looked to them each and smirked beneath his mask as he saw each of them ready to attack him, his hands slowly curling as he snapped his fingers, the closest person to him slumped forward, the one across the table being covered with a spray of blood as three air cannons appeared in the back of the chair. Kulan once more spoke to each of them before he stood up, his hands at his sides.
"It would seem that none of you wish to bring peace to this galaxy, you merely want to see it burn as does anyone else that call themselves a galactic government. The Republic does nothing but site upon a dying carcass, the Sith Empire is merely a vulture waiting to pick the flesh from dead, its talons and beak the Mandalorians, and the Jedi do nothing but contemplate on their own feelings and keeping them in check, claiming to be protectors of the Galaxy. The Exchange has a chance, to become something more, yet none of you in this room will ever see that happen."
Kulan smirked once more before he turned and watched the room slowly filling with a green gas. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as each of the Exchange members died just as those that came before them did. They convulsed in their seats, foaming at their mouths before each of them slumped forward the fell to the floor. He took a step forward and stepped over the dead bodies one by one before he stood before the door. He watched the doors slowly open as the hiss filled the room and allowed Kulan to step out, a cloud of green toxic gas slowly falling out around him and killing the two guards that stood watch. He looked over his should and admired his work before he stepped into the shadows and seemed to disappear into nothing.
