Permenion Talratheon

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Name: Haust, previously know as Permenion Talratheon
Race: Human, Corellian
Age: 34
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs.

Appearance:

Taller than the average human, has a build of being athletically built yet slender dancer's physique. His eyes are a piercing yellow luminescence, bordered by blood shot red. His hair is dirty blond, more blonde then brunette and usually in a short corporate styled cut, over his face it remains unmarred by scarring or blemish and remains as it's healthy olive complexion lacking any abundant facial hair he is either cleanly shaven or sporting five o' clock shadow. His teeth suggest perhaps orthodontic modifications seeming perfectly straight and whitened.

For any with experience in grooming would noticed his fingernails and toenails to have been professionally manicured and pedicured even showing signs of being filed and buffed to a polish. His chest has several scars a single thin slash across the abdomen and a blaster bolt wound to the upper right chest. His arms, chest and legs seem to be devoid of hair suggesting shaving or waxing.
His skin is usually very soft to the touch and has the look of a moisturized gloss to it. for the exception of palms of his hands which are calloused due to ardent labor and/or physical training

The luxury garbs of choice, he wears is usually a form fitting dark hued leather jump suit often covered with a purple hued Taffeta under tunic wrapped tight to his frame by his grey hued zeyd-cloth under robe fit snug to him by the use of internal clothing clips and his electrum and leather utility belt. Upon his forearms are electrum plates mostly for the purposes for ornate decorations the right hand decorated ornately with the depiction of a Ysalamiri the left with the depiction of a Krayt Dragon bound to thick black leather and latex interior gloves. With zeyd-cloth slacks tucked into eloquent black leather boots with an all terrain sole for all situations. This outfit often allows Haust to stand in noble and social settings while being prepared for combat at any given moment.

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However Permenion also commissioned the creation of special robes which he wore during his darkside duties usually upon his private vessel or within the Sith Temple created primarily of shimmersilk and zeyd cloth. Though expensive he felt the robe added to his theatrics displaying the darkness of his persona. The cloak and dark colors however also aided him when he preferred subtlety to overt actions.

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However to personal preference never wearing head gear such as helmets or hats, however will often wear luxury visors which are tinted or mirrored to hide his dark side tainted eyes as act as an accessory to his wardrobe. And will rarely be seen without wearing matching form fitting leather gloves matching to the the leather jumpsuit.

He walks and moves with very graceful and flawless movements often interpreted as feminine, however has grown accustomed with such movements from years of training in ballet and dance. His scents of that of a vanilla spritz. Permenion does not wear any necklaces or rings and seems to hold a distaste to wearing general jewelry.


Personality:

Permenion by appearances is narcissictic and sociopathic, often contributing much of his ill gained fortunes towards the purpose of self cosmetics and pampering he is motivated by personal gain of power and wealth as his actions will often revolve around such. However Permenion has a sense of honor and loyalty to the point of being fervently obedient to a mentor until being released from such loyalties. Possessing an eidetic memory he is fond of knowledge however limits his desire for knowledge to the force, economics, fine arts, psychology and the philosophy of causality.

Boiling down events of great tragedy and success in history to a series of multiple small isolated events, his views of life and delicacies of individualism beyond himself are seen as little and insignificant to the broader scope of intergalactic manipulations. This distant view of life and the galaxy has caused him to be completely apathetic to life and emotion often killing and torturing out of secondary desire and necessity.

Suffering from minor Mysophobia, Permenion strongly dislike the possibility of getting dirty or contracting germs detrimental to his health. Often causing him to forgo physical pleasantries such as casually shaking hands barehanded or hugging and avoiding anyone sick or afflicted with sickness. However his enjoyment of sexual contact and intimacy often allowed him to forgo such fear to enjoy aspects of close intimacy frequently. This leads him to frequently bathing, washing of hands, wearing gloves and full body jump suits. As well as contributes to his enjoyment of slumber and meditation within his kolto tank.

A lover of smoking cigarettes, gambling and drinking fine liquors and well as women, his past times often consist within the confines of a casino where all his vices are met to be taken in at his pleasure. In social circles however Permenion can be a grand socialite or a social outcast depending on his whims, he is able to charm and alter his personality to appeal to other and mimic empathy for the sake of getting close. His experiences in fine art, close combat, the criminal underworld and dance offer him a plethora of conversational starters in usually any situation.

Lacking general leadership skills Permenion will often lead by fear, and intimidation finding them to be the most time effective while leading by love will often be the more effective overall the time taken to build a relationship to create love is too inefficient where as intimidation work far better. Above all known of being extremely level headed, Permenion isn't know to have sudden mood swings and will often keep a level head or in the least keep the appearance of a level head often going by the philosophic ideals of remembering always so act later, rather than acting immediately and forgetting the situation.

Unknown mostly to Permenion he has developed a slight darkside addiction to the living force through his ability to drain the force from others, while he hasn't suffered from long term withdrawal he often will begin to lose focus and become jittery if he does not sate this addiction for a long period of time.


Birth place: Coronet, Corellia

Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate

Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Knight, Shadow

Lightsaber: Single Curved-Hilt Dual-phase Lightsaber.
Color: Red

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 5
Soresu: 4
Shien/Djem So: 1

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 6
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6

Specialized Skills:
Drain Knowledge


Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2

Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1

Bio:

- The Beginning -

Permenion was born on Corellia in the bustling city of Coronet to Karina and Rainer lesser nobility of Naboo whom made their fortunes dealing in the mining and shipping of precious metals. Though they are tied to Naboo nobility the current location of silver moved them to oversee operations on Corellia. They lived a very wealthy life sparing no expense to their new son and upon one another. The birth was kept well hidden and kept in house using natural methods without the need for testings or anesthetics. For a while this kept the general knowledge of his force sensitivity within the House and unnoticed by the Jedi Council. As an infant many considered Permenion to be an odd baby, with a natural affinity leaning toward higher levels of intelligence leading many House caretakers to believe him to be some sort of a prodigy.

This information began to leak and with that, scholars wished to test the infant with color and behavioral response test to rule out autism, fortunately for the pride of his family he passed with flying colors and was ruled as an eventual child prodigy. Regardless of the label Permenion lived a relatively normal upper class infantile life in Corellia. Learning to walk and speak earlier than average infants, he excelled in early years.

His parents prided themselves on the superior bloodline of their offspring attributing his achievements to noble blood, however there was a more simplistic reason soon explained by the Jedi when they confirmed his presence in the city of Coronet. Though they were reluctant in giving up their first born child the Jedi were convinced that through them he could become great and contribute to the galaxy. And with that he was taken into care by the Jedi Order, quickly sent to the Couruscant Temple.

In the developing years in Jedi Nursery his intelligence was noted, as he was the first in nursery to speak short sentences though mostly filled with jabber was still quite advanced for an infant. Many of the Jedi tasked with sensing potential force sensitive children felt the force was strong with Permenion. In terms of preliminary training into the stages of becoming a youngling, Permenion showed promise with the aspect of sensing other force users often crawling or walking to force users who had a strong connection to the force. However nursery staff and healers were not aware of his special gift, however didn't attribute this behavior as odd.

The caring Jedi attributed this to normal infant behavior. As Permenion developed into the age of a youngling he was assigned to a clan and instructor that was aware of his gift, the clan was compromised of of mostly non-humans including Twi'leks, Echani and Tortuga students. As with most in his clan Permenion had learned to read and write far beyond the normal standards of most younglings even going as far to having begun reading through most of the early reading texts intended for younglings far older then he.

- Life as a Youngling -

"Because it signifies your position as a youngling."
"My obvious age signifies my position as a youngling, not this..braid my head looks like a womp rat."

- Conversation between Youngling Permenion and Master Jendoi

Permenion matured more quickly than expected when in his free time he didn't enjoy playing with the other younglings or meditating. He focused on the aspects of knowledge often sitting within the Jedi archives reading of the annals of previous Jedi Masters, History and Saber Techniques recorded by previous masters and advanced readings such as psychology, economics and theories of causality. While too young to understand the intricacies of intergalactic commerce he enjoyed the aspect of behavior, climatic events effecting trade on a galactic scale. Though too inexperienced to understand the mathematical aspects of economics, or saber techniques to matter he remembered them. Eventually he was pressed by the archive librarian to focus on aspects of childhood before he no longer held interest in it. Somewhat ignoring her, he focused on meditations, and applying studies of telekinetic applications to small stones which he eventually mastered, then small chairs along with his clan. However apart from this he enjoyed reading and learning new things equally.

In saber practice classes he was slow to pick up the concepts of Shii-Cho often preferring to side step in order to gain a better strike advantage than simply strike the zones on the body. The battlemaster while slightly annoyed at his stubbornness to embrace Shii-choo took note of this instinctual act and offered to help him with his instincts if he simply learned the basics of Shii-Cho. Permenion accepted the challenge and while he seemed extremely uncomfortable standing still to strike he did so anyway showing great promise in saber combat techniques. Unlike most students Permenion didn't specialize in specific zones as other younglings did rather he equally focused on all of them often making several strike quickly before ending a practice session. His choosing light and quick parries and implementing quick footwork to keep his trainer droid following before countering with a successful attack was amateur yet impressive for the age.

As in order to inflict specific marks of contact to win the spar ideally Sun Djem by aiming for the hands rather than weapon and Shiim in order to mock injure and finish his opponents. Contrary to the lesson of striking and parry he preferred quick and precise disarming as he found it more simplistic. His precision was praised by other younglings yet he was marked as stubborn by his battlemaster.

However the lesson of deflecting blaster bolts came as a sudden surprise to Permenion who found at his current skill in saber training could not hold up to deflecting bolts and left him at a very unfortunate disadvantage nearly half a year had gone by and the lesson involving blaster bolt usually left him upon the ground stunned after being hit several times. His pride had been struck however with practice and many times within the infirmary for being stunned to the point of crying he adapted his form to better adapt to blaster deflection with a seventy percent successful deflection rate. However this forced him to consider taking new consideration into better focus to learn a better defense against blasters. While he was considered advanced when it came to saber to saber combat he was below average to blaster deflection concepts.

In the Academy he performed adequately in the applications of telekinetic and telepathy yet it was learned he held a natural ability during his studies which attributed to his high scored during oral exams. Having attributed to having an eidetic memory for faces, events and anything he read or studied or even heard. However he was average when it come to projects and group work to his own chagrin.

Permenion however performed less than adequate in the using the force to amplify his own body and miserably in using the force to protect himself. He also lacked the skill or even ability to heal himself using the force while disappointing his other skill set were enough to have him considered by other masters for apprenticeship into the ranks of the padawan learners. During the selection his gift shown when merely an infant was shown with flair as he was able to sense the strength in the force of possible masters. However he wasn't chosen that day though not all ready younglings were chosen on the first day.

A week passed and he was among students far unskilled than himself, irritation and annoyance began to sink in. He boded his time in saber training, practicing the complex footwork of form two with multiple droids disabling them one at a time by the time he was in fact ready to be selected for a padawan apprenticeship he had become quite skilled with a practice saber though he longed for a real one, the moment he would construct his own. It was in the moment of his frustrated practice when he was watched and chosen to become a padawan learner under a Jedi Master.

Jedi Master Ravier, chose him for his focus on the techniques of saber training and furthermore his skill-set and scores earned in training.

- A Padawan Learner -

Padawan Permenion: "So Master, whats the difference between single phase and dual-phase lightsabers?"
Master Ravier: "Young padawan, a single phase saber can only retain it's preassigned length however a dual-phased saber can shift between two preassigned lengths often one longer than the previous, however the constant switch can be known to alter power distribution at inconvenient moments."
Padawan Permenion: "So.. longer is better then?"
Master Ravier: "Only at times where penetration or reach is required, after all it's sometimes good to have a long saber."
Padawan Permenion: "That's what she said.."
Master Ravier: "Who's she?"
Padawan Permenion: *sighs* "Nobody, Master."

- Master Ravier teaching Padawan Permenion the basic assembly of a lightsaber.

Permenion had finally entered the relationship of Padawan learner and Master, the two took to one another quite easily though had vastly different personalities that often led to heated conflicts. Master Ravier was serious, lacking any humor, pious and very adherent to the Jedi Code where as his Padawan learner was relaxed, humorous, materialistic and pretending the code didn't exist. However together they made quite the team, Master Ravier's skill with the blade was considered by many to be masterful, as a knight he had mastered 4 forms very quickly adapting them into a complex fighting style. Permenion felt fortunate to have him as a master to teach him the techniques of saber combat.

During the creation of his light saber Permenion was absolutely ecstatic frequenting to choose the materials for his light saber and his saber crystal of course quickly choosing the blue. From researching the basics of Form Two, a saber form that both interested him and seems to adapt to his style of fighting. Permenion decided to create a lightsaber of the curved hilt though advised against by his master he went ahead anyway and quickly found the difficulty behind the creation of a curve hilt saber particularly alignment of crystals in a correct manner to correctly align the beam to the emitter. It took several weeks and the suffering of burns but he had finally created the saber though annoyed from his stubbornness to create a simplistic and functional weapon he was impressed by Permenion's resolve and eventual success through he kept it to himself. The curve hilt was something new to Permenion he had always used a regular hilt in training however did not let this dissuade him.

During hyperspace travel he often practiced using the curve hilt blade to the point of being nearly as skillful as he was with a regular one. His master was again impressed by his dedication to the form that he eventually after constant begging to train with his young padawan as they would spar and he would teach Permenion basic notions of form two and how it was important to constantly keep his feet moving with such form. Eventually Permenion would become skilled with Form Two though no where near being considered an expert. He himself could not wait to test his mettle against living foes, in the heat of combat as he read of Jedi who had been recorded in the annals of the archives.

Unfortunately, Master Ravier was a consular and of course a diplomat by nature and was often sent to handle disputes amicably often acting as an arbiter when events could be seen to be unraveling into war or conflict. This often left Permenion feeling somewhat unfulfilled. While he learned the power of words and how they could lead to peace, how they could lead to war and how they could drive even the toughest of men to tears he longed for combat, a sense of battle. However he didn't shrugs off the lesson being taught here. Words where a powerful tool a man who could speak well was nearly as dangerous a trained Jedi Master so he strived to be both. It wasn't long before combat was granted as negotiations talk broke down on the planet of Thustra between a criminal rebel factions and a representatives of the planetary government. Insults were thrown and soon bolts were exchanged had it not been for the quick reflexes of the Master, Permenion would have surely perished. Permenion of course took that moment to tell a joke resulting in a slap and reminder to focus on the task at hand.

"Master, I'm sure this kind of thing is illegal there's a reason the age of consent is..ugh"
- Moments before getting slapped and reminded to focus.

Permenion had gotten his wish with orders to make peace or eliminate the rebel threat Padawan Permenion along side with his master were tasked with protecting the planetary government representatives and eliminating the criminal faction amicably or forcefully.

The young padawan gave good credit to the Order that day as government representatives watched him move in seemingly choreographed unison with his master. His Master was commended on ending the conflict though not peaceably but also with minimal casualty. As they returned to Couruscant Master Ravier felt proud of his padawan however his padawan slept completely exhausted after his first conflict completely through the hyperspace flight. He was awakened with a gift from his master a holodisc of jokes nearly a hundred hours worth though Master Ravier knew he would eventually regret this he never forgot that even a padawan likes to have fun. Fun he had, Padawan Permenion had watched the holodisc day in and day out while on Courscant. Often breaking only for mandatory meditation, eating and sparring with Master Ravier.

Apart from the mandatory Jedi courses his Master enrolled him into a Coruscanti High Ballet troupe in order to help his padawan gain a better understanding of fluid foot work and movements to help him master his own understanding of Shii-Cho and Makashi. Of course after long... long and long disputes and arguments between padawan and master, Permenion stood within the ballet chamber as the only young male in a black leotard. At this point in his life Permenion felt at a all time low however he swallowed that ball of pride at his throat and performed at his master's bidding becoming a showcase at performance as his position as a Jedi came to light making the ballet troupe all the more popular often utilizing his skill in the force to execute more difficult moves over the years.

When available he would frequently practice ballet and perform in public theater practice his footwork in an unorthodox manner that helped him eventually master the concept of footwork, fluidity, grace as if it were like second nature to him. Often attributing to him new graceful and poise and motions when he walked or moved about. Though this earned him the scorn and belittling of his peers their jabs were quickly silenced when he challenged each of them to a spar match easily besting them with superior conditioning and footwork.

There was the exception of a single padawan, Padawan Greatulus who was equally as skilled in saber play however in the Form of Ataru, that felt compelled to poke fun at Permenion and Permenion felt this was mutual they were as close as they could find to rivals. They were often competitive to the point of harming one another in sparing with sabers, unarmed combat, testing one another with the force. Always attempting to one up the other, this led to eventual conflict that gained attention of their masters. After being scolded on both sides they forcefully made peace if only for that moment.

However the rivalry only sparked more dedication to train in the young Permenion who doubled his training efforts often training physically in rigorous ballet, cardiovascular training followed by reading and meditation nearly daily when not accustomed to a schedule by his master.

- A Padawan Learner Part - 2 -

"You know master, you don't have to wait in the dance hall watching me while I practice."
"Oh is that right, and let you handle these girls unsupervised besides all padawans are supervised."
"These hands are the least they have to worry about master..heh."
"I've seen you naked young padawan I'm not too worried about that either."
".... It was Ilum... it was cold.."
"Suurre..."

- Common type of conversation between Master Ravier and Padawan Permenion at ballet practice.

By now Permenion had reached the age of maturity ripe at eighteen he had learned much under his master and with war on the cusp of occurrence his master among others were chosen as investigators that were tasked with maintaining what peace was threatened along the border systems, routinely criminal factions used the possible war for profiteering which had led them to their frequent assignments that were less diplomatic and problem dealing. Though in the beginning the two conflicted in terms of personalities they found common ground and respect for another. Master Ravier by extension became more witty often using it to silence his humorous and relaxed padawan and Permenion became more serious in his studies and focused on the missions at hand.

However missions eventually ended and they conflicted slightly, they had formed a father and son relationship however those outside of it fail to see it as such while many saw Padawan's Permenion's questioning and sarcasm as reluctance and stubbornness. Master Ravier became to recognize it as a challenge of wits and through the years learned to stand on even ground with his Padawan.

A less than memorable mission took them to the far reach of Hutt Space in hopes of acquiring leaked Republic intelligence. Though Permenion had the lack of experience to prepare for the influx of emotion and thought on the planet of Nar Shadda he found his own senses overwhelming by the shady city and it’s population. There they faced off against Dark Jedi employed by an information broker. Together master and padawan were able to investigate the leak of intelligence, capture the turncoat Republic agent, fend off the Dark Jedi attack killing all but one and bring back the sole survivor as a witness and prisoner. However not completely unscathed during the escape from Nar Shadda Permenion was wounded by a single bolt to the abdomen.

Though injured and subjected to a kolto tank for a majority of the hyperspace flight to Courscant he was tormented by the nightmare of being shot again and again. This nightmare would come to shape his acceptance for further forms in training.

After arriving to the Coruscant Temple, Master and Padawan were given leave to rest during the interrogation of the Dark Jedi, however rest is one commodity that wouldn't occur in order to desist an occurrence of the incident again in addition to his training in Shii-Cho, Makashi. Master Ravier began a heavy training regiment revolved around the basic concepts of Shien and Soresu. With his years of experience in ballet the concept of Soresu came easily to Permenion who was able to pick up the minimizing body exposure through the use of spins and quick arm and wrist manipulations of the form as well as the tight motions utilized. Shien while the obvious weaker of his saber techniques was taught in it’s basic concepts of deflecting bolts.

The interrogation took longer than expected; Master and Padawan were confined to investigations on Couruscant and in the Core Worlds until it was complete. Permenion participated in several investigations of the criminal nature and dissent factions within the Republic Capital for nearly half a year before finally being requested for off world assignments again.

- A Padawan Learner Part - 3 -

A few years passed since his injury, while the Outer Rim was being lost to a new Sith Empire, the Republic had not yet declared war and while the aims of Jedi and Republic politics were not entwined. A part of him longed for open combat, he trained for years nearly every aspect of his training was designed to fight at least in his eyes. While he only learned just beyond the basics of Soresu he certainly learned enough to apply in combat. His personal nemesis Padawan Greatulus was a padawan no longer, now a Jedi Knight often made it a point to remind Permenion of this and while Permenion was taught not to hate, he hated Greatulus. He held a special place in his heart to despise him. Of the many things Permenion longed for, love, combat to simply to see Greatulus vanish was among them.

He had to release that hatred however the taught notions of it were easier said than done. He buried it deep within himself a emotion he kept secret from his master and partially from himself. However it didn’t delay his actions or hinder his training he continued to train over in his saber techniques taking the time to train with his Master enroute to assignments many of the assignments he took around this moment were combat related, often investigations that led to conflict and shootings. Something Permenion never minded it allowed him to practice deflection of bolts and the response in defensive gestures taught in the Soresu form.

During this time he increased dramatically in skill from experience in the field and the granted time he had with his master to spar and train. Contributing to mastering Shii-Cho at the age of 21, with it mastered it also gave him a larger platform to focus on the aspects of other sword forms ideally form II and form V. With his elevation in the saber forms of Makashi, Soresu and Shein also came an elevation in the skill of applying the force to his own body frequent ballet had aiding him in using the force to amplify his own body to endure complex moves otherwise unobtainable by non force sensitive performers to the point of maintaining long performances of wide difficulty providing practice for himself.

Though it hadn't been mentioned by his master Permenion knew the inevitable would occur that he would be eventually chosen for his trials it motivated his training. Focused his personal drive for personal perfection.

- The Trials -

While most did so in the field on assignment the neutralization of criminals and criminal factions was hardly enough to be done and considered a trial of skill, courage, flesh and spirit. However the time came for Permenion to take upon himself the trials. Master Ravier submitted his name to the High Jedi Council for testing The High Council agreed that he was of age commit to the trails however they were not sure he was ready. Only after the assurances of Master Ravier did he finally concur with his assessment of his padawan.

Permenion was called to the council to be made aware he would be tested, firstly in a trial of skill. Within the day he faced off against Master Jedi Tola, a female Zeltron who was renowned for reaching peaceful diplomatic solutions in seemingly very volatile environments. However like Master Ravier she was a skilled duelist, known for her mastery of Form IV. He approached with his preferred method of dueling relying upon the fluid, precise and graceful motions of Form II. Opening with the Makashi salute, the duel commenced and raged on for three minutes with Master Jedi Tola as the clear cut victor the resulting defeat left Permenion severely welted and laid out in pain, suffering from a broken rib, various bruising, burns and a mild concussion, However to his credit Master Tola though victorious suffered multiple saber burns to her thighs, left arm as a result of the Makashi riposte.

After less than an hour in a kolto tank enough to heal a majority of the bruising and welts but leaving the ribs still tender and slightly fractured. Permenion was summoned back to see the council. They determined that he was ready to face his second trial the trial of courage. Though his particular trial was often dangerous Permenions trial would be no exception, The Jedi Council tasked him with going to Balmorra to find a darkside artifact deep within a twenty mile cavern completely devoid of light, without the guidance of his master but the use of his own equipment and his own will.

Within the cavern Permenion found the darkside artifact worn by a Dark Jedi hermit whom in the isolated had gone mad eating cave fungus, he quickly attacked Permenion fearing he was there to kill him. Permenion and the Dark Jedi combated for awhile and while the Dark Jedi was skilled he was malnourished and elderly contributing to Permenion's survival. They combated both using Makashi, the hermit was able to land several blows against Permenion mostly the act of shiim to his left arm and hip before Permenion was able to quickly exploit and opening and behead him. Upon reporting back to the Jedi Council, they deemed he not only fulfilled the Trial of Courage but also the Trial of Flesh by injuries from also the Trial of Skill and Courage collectively.

Given the allowance to recuperate from his various injuries, Permenion again reported to the Jedi Council to report readiness for the Trial of Spirit. He was instructed to kneel in meditation as the council would aid him into reaching the deepest depths of his own mind that he might find that which he fears the most, that which is parallel to his own being. Within his mind it resembled the undercity of Coruscant only completely abandoned and pitch black for the exceptions of rays of light that poured through from the tiny cracks and opening from above.

There he faced a creature he only read about in the archives of the Jedi Library. The fearsome raging Tuk’ata, however in the dreamlike area a voice called out to him, his own which urged him to feel the energy coursing through this visceral beast. The energy felt cold, yet alluring Permenion and the beast however fought a long and hard battle, in the end Permenion standing over it corpse as the victor, only for many more to creep slowly from the darkness of his mind and nearly overwhelm him as the beast began to tear into his flesh ripping him apart like a meal Permenion suddenly awoke from meditation within the High Council chamber screaming wildly as if he had lost his mind before falling unconscience.

He awoke several days later within his own quarters, drenched in cold sweat he knew was it was he sawand knew it wasn’t real yet though he lacked the scars he could feel it within. Like lurking darkness, waiting for him to return waiting for him to decide.

"It's hard to find a Jedi with a sense of humor."

- Quote, Permenion Talratheon

- New Beginnings -

Having suffered the Trials, Permenion reported to the Jedi Council the concluded he had passed the trials and would be considered for Knighthood. He was told to make his way to the Heart of the Spire of Tranquility to spend the day meditation on his new life, his new purpose. As Permenion awaited within the chamber he cracked a joke none of the Padawans also awaiting felt was funny however afterwards he meditated only to see the beasts again, though this time they sat obediently as if like pets waiting for a master’s command.

The Knighting ceremony followed the next day as his accomplishments were cited accompanied by the Jedi Councils, and his own Master Ravier. There he was separated from the title of Padawan along with his padawan braid and considered a Knight of the Jedi Order. Permenion picked up the braid and stepped out from the chamber slight warmth of pride in his chest swelled as he moved to his chambers the smell of burnt hair from his braid disturbed him though.

The next morning he felt reborn, accomplished until he ran into his rival fellow Jedi Knight Greatulus, whom congratulated him on passing the trials then proceeded to lay upon him subtle yet obvious insults of how long it look him and how if he were worthy he’d have made it sooner. Permenion hated him and didn't know how to hate him more, of all men in the world that one he would not mourn for if perished.

He was summoned to the Jedi Council to discuss his future, his desires on how to serve the Jedi Order. Permenion expressed his misgivings to serve as Watchman despite his ability to sense the force, nor to be a Meditator or Archivist or Teacher. He and the Council agreed he would take the role of a Shadow reporting to the Council of First Knowledge given his skill with a lightsaber and his successes against Dark Jedi during both his trial and as a padawan.

He was given an assignment immediately and the resources to conduct his mission, transport freighter, 10-C Speeder bike his own utility belt with the proper equipment to conduct his missions. His first mission he was sent to he planet of Farrfin to investigate the death of off-worlders who were reportedly murdered by a “Jedi” weapon. Given his assignment Permenion made the short hyperspace jump to independent planet of Farrfin to investigate given the short amount of time he had only hours to warm up his body for possible conflict.

Upon arrival he immediately recognized the criminal element influenced here on the planet and moved quickly to investigate before being recognized by undesirables and his assignment jeopardized. Upon inspection of the bodies which numbered in the dozen he was able to quickly identify the murder weapon as a lightsaber and determine just cause to investigate further the taint of the Darkside though faint was strong enough to sense and track, leading him to a sewage opening where he quickly found a small cult of Dark Jedi who turned to raiding off-worlders for quick cash, residing in a unused and dilapidated sewage system.

Though he attempted to talk them down into turning themselves over, which usually never worked they resorting to activating their lightsabers. Having a disadvantage of two to one Permenion had to trust in his skill and their own lack of skill with a duel quickly raging on Permenion easily cut down the unskilled fighters slaying one and wounding and arresting the other. He was able to collect meaningless artifacts and return both them and the prisoner back to Coruscant.

Impressed with his work ethic on the planet of Farrfin he was given a short moment of rest and off time before being given another assignment and sent quickly to Corulag to investigate another darkside presence. Taking the assignment he quickly departed using the time in hyperspace travel to train with droids he acquired during his off time given the ones in the temple didn't prove lethally skilled enough for him.

On the planet he found an exiled Jedi Knight whom had fallen to the darkside and began collecting force sensitive children to build a darkside cult. Fortunate to have caught him before succeeding, him and Permenion battled. The duel left Permenion injured however he was able to dismember the exile’s left arm and right hand as he used a successful riposte. Instead of being taken alive the exile ran into open speeder traffic killing himself quickly, Permenion felt slight guilt however continued on his mission finding several infants within his home attended by nursery droids, without delay he contacted the local authorities and had the child returned to their parents and made the Jedi Council aware of their force sensitivity, before returning to Coruscant.

Missions of a Darkside nature were continuously given to Permenion over the course of the next couple of years even more so since he refused to take on a padawan, deeming a child too much of a liability for him to continue his missions. This allowed him to focus on training vigorously without the hassle of a padawan or learner to worry about. However there was a mission that would prove to be his most challenging trial to come.

- Turning Point -

Frequent missions hunting down Darkside leads began to make Permenion question his beliefs, become more cynical and cold. The Jedi Order taught control, peace, a responsibility of power but it seemed to greatly limit the potential of the organization. A fine example was imprisoning darkside users, simply by keeping them alive presented a risk to the organization it self. The allowance of rule to those unfit for the duty, such he had seen countless times in the light of not getting involved in politics. He also realized the darkside offered power in the force unattainable in the practices of the Jedi, powers and techniques that could change he course of history for the better, however he trusted in the leadership of the Jedi Council. However due to his success in darkside related missions and his growing skill as a light saber duelist in Form II he was chosen to head darkside investigations and arrests.

These missions were exceedingly dangerous, and often forced him to utilize his full array of skills such as using his saber skills and force speed and stealth. In moments where he was offered an opportunity to duel another lightsaber wielder he took full advantage of the situation to practice and train his Makashi form, often extending a duel longer than required in order to gain better practice. His skill with Makashi was growing abundantly, and with his growing skill as was his reputation as a shadow. Youngling clan teachers would often recommend students to him as a padawan but he would always refuse, citing his work to be far too dangerous for a padawan to accompany him as well as he did not seek to have his investigations dwindled to diplomatic work for the sake of a padawan as well.

The form of Soresu was in fact quite simplistic to train, it centered around the defense of the body and the deflection of blaster bolts. With the simple use of droid Permenion was able to train frequently in his spare time for months upon months of training making large strides forward in skill. Though Form V was a form much insisted upon by battle masters of the Jedi Order, Permenion felt it expelled far too much energy and would quickly drain any opponent for the exception of Jedi Masters, whom could be simply defeated by tiring them out.

He felt since the lightsaber was an omni-cutting tool capable of great injury with barely any effort then exerted effort should not be inflicted for a injuring or killing blow. Though many disagreed with his method none except for the few he sparred who in fact mastered the form of Djem So ever defeated him in sparring, a mistake he felt would self correct once he mastered Makashi and Soresu.

The time came when he was given a mission considerably difficult, not due to the danger it present but the cooperative it required. Jedi Knight Permenion and Jedi Knight Greatulus and his Padawan Alanna Spono were to travel to the Bogg 4, a infamous moon of Bogden to intercept stolen Jedi artifacts and obtain the name of the thief who stole them from the Enclave in Dantooine. Permenion felt the mission was an amazing opportunity to put his skills to use but at the same time, completely reluctant since he'd share this mission with his nemesis.

The details of Bogg 4 were thorough and provided a great amount of detail on contacts, governing body, persons and points of interest, and supply drops if required. One of the stolen artifact had a tracking device activated once it left the planet of Dantoonie pinpointing real time data only slightly off depending on distance and speed of relays within the star systems. This meant haste would be required for the mission to be considered successful before the artifacts were sold off and split up if they hadn't already.

In the interest of resource preservation travel was in a single ship, Permenion's. Greatulus's apprentice was a young girl near the age of 12, she looked soft, far too peaceful for this kind of mission. Greatulus however was an accomplished duelist in Form IV, he'd made great strides since their last sparring session which gotten out of hand slightly. They avoided speaking to one another during the mission, however it only made it all too awkward. while still in the Inner Rim the trip took nearly a week to complete, the padawan spent her time reading when not eating and sleeping on her meditations. Greatulus spent the time watching holovids and reading over the dossiers. Permenion spent his spare time training, as always training his body and his skill with the light saber he'd begun getting the hang of circle of shelter however bolts would still slip through leaving him bruised and smarter for the next training session. The droids he purchased worked on random burst shooting algorithms to prevent predictable patterns and keep the training authentic rather than the learning of present targets.

Though they were more expensive, and had to be paid off the personal pocket Permenion didn't mind he often kept a supply of personal credits stashed away in order to make bribes, and purchases of materials that would aid in his missions as well as personal luxury. The credits he often sustained were those confiscated from those he arrested, or killed. While it was a slight indiscretion he felt is was justifiable enough to continue as long as it didn't interfere with his assignments. His light saber began to reflect his changes in monetary availability his first lightsaber designed was a curve hilt however it was assembled adequately enough for primary functions however not enough for additional crystals and began shorting out due to gradual space made between the power source and emitter.

Many changes were made over the years as a knight many simply cosmetic to apply his personality and while the Jedi disallowed electrum for all but the most revered of Jedi Masters, they didn't disallow other materials such as titanium hilt, with silver and alumabronze ornate decorations covering it and acting as a form of hand grip, usually bound with thin strands of leather for extra support.

Once the hyperspace flight ended and they descended to the planet below it was then Greatulus and Permenion spoke, they concluded a plan where they would go to the location and determine to purchase the artifacts and if unable to purchase it then they'd be forced to use a mind trick into getting them and finally resorting to force lastly. Bogg 4 reminded him of Nar Shadda, only uncontrolled crime here was spontaneous however no one seems to answer to a structured hierarchy instead it reflected signs of anarchy.

It didn't take long to find the items in questions, the load was larger than expected several dozen artifacts and upon seeing the items both Greatulus and Permenion knew they didn't possess the credit necessary to purchase all of the artifacts. They resorted to "plan B" however it didn't go according to plan the human traders seems more strong willed than most criminal however was willing to make a trade. The arrest of a local crime lord who are infamous for kidnapping young children for his personal desires. Permenion consulted one another away from the trader for a moment to consider this proposal, the young padawan stood close to her Master seeming frightened by the unfamiliar settings.

Permenion and Greatulus agreed for the time being to arrest the crime lord, it was the most peaceful solution and since the crimes of the man were openly regarded there was no interpretation for possible innocence. He was easy enough to track down, criminals didn't seem to bother hiding here it was outside all jurisdiction and the only authority was the authority of local crime bosses who seemed to only care for their own bottom line. As Permenion made way to a small compound seemingly plain looking and worn down they were soon confronted by mere thugs, armed with blaster pistols and vibroblades. Permenion smirked only slightly reaching for his belt before pressing a hand to Permenion's a shaking his head. He quickly retorted to the thugs he was there to present the young girl with them to the crime lord, for his pleasure as a gesture of goodwill for future business representing the Hutts.

Though unorthodox and far from the solution Permenion had in mind it worked, and gained them audience to the Crime Lord who seemed to enjoy the sight of the young innocent padawan, unknown to him of course that they were Jedi. After gaining an audience, Greatulus quickly notified him they she was not a gift and that they arrived to arrest him for his crimes. Though a lowly Crime Lord the crime bosses were always prepared for power struggles and assassination attempts and had guards on standby who quickly raided the room armed to kill. Quickly a firefight ensued, the Jedi Knights and Padawan quickly made their identification known upon the quickly and styled use of their weaponry.

Together they made very short work of the guards only to find the Crime Lord had quickly escaped in the chaos. Giving chase they fought their way through more thugs and guards who seemed to have only trained with low grade weapons and were hardly a militia. Leading them into a chamber were more guards and droids with higher technology weapons that proved a challenge to the Jedi, quickly injuring the Padawan who fell unconscious after taking two bolts to the arm and shoulder, Permenion and Greatulus fight off the droids, Greatulus training primarily in Ataru took grazed fire to his leg slowly him down before they were finally able to corner the Crime Lord who preferred to die than be arrested. Armed with a heavy repeater, he proved to be better trained that his guards and thugs.

Using tactics easily recognized as of Mandalorian military origin he utilized both blaster fire and the use of grenades. Greatulus took shrapnel to his chest unaware before falling stunned to the ground and bleeding. Permenion whom approved of this approach more than a peaceful one welcomed the challenge using his command of the force to push back thrown grenades lethally wounding the Crime Lord before approaching him on the brink of death quickly ending his life with a swipe across the throat.

Permenion approached Greatulus who appeared in pain yet offered out his hand, Permenion stared at him a long moment thinking the memories of the insults, the rivalries, the difficulty he provided it didn't take long before he offered out his hand to Greatulus. Smiling to him, before activating the blade through his chest and staring him into the eyes as he slowly died before pushing him to the ground and sighing. He felt conflicted he knew what he did was wrong, immoral against the code, a act of betrayal to the order itself but it felt very good, almost a lifted burden to look down and see Greatulus's lifeless body lie there.

He would look up to see the fear stricken eyes of the young padawan looking from the doorway, from the adjacent room. He immediately cursed under his breath before moving quickly to catch the young girl to explain a lie, she didn't give him a chance running as fast as her legs could carry running for the exit. Permenion wasted no time chasing down the young padawan and too ending her young life.

He sighed rubbing his face as a tinge of guilt began to come over him, he weeped only for a while before getting up and gathering what valuable he could salvage, weapons, jewelry... he set fire to the compound to cover his deeds, to cover the slaughter and left to gather the artifacts his task complete. He would have to be quick, it was not a republic world and Jedi would be seen as a threat worth neutralizing. With the artifacts quickly gathered he made way to his ship and made contact with the Council to report Jedi Knight Greatulus and his padawan were killed by overwhelming forces when they stormed the compound on their own, in order to teach his padawan peaceful resolutions but the criminals knew he was a Jedi and shot first asking question later. That he was able to infiltrate the compound shortly thereafter and take down the organization after refusal to surrender.

He tried his best to keep his composure over the loss of Jedi to the council over the holo-comm. Yet eventually he'd have to face them, they were known to see through you he would have to hide his thoughts and his emotions in order to prevail.

- Jedi to Dark Jedi -

Permenion paced within his ship he had gathered the valuables from the criminal compound and with the fire consuming what remained of that small gang and the two fellow Jedi he slew. The smoke could be seen from the spaceport and flocks of the lower scum of the planet flocked to the area out of curiosity. No doubt in criminal territories such as these another gang would take up the turf or a smaller gang would step up to control the area. However the underworld politics were inconsequential to the current situation, if Permenion returned they would know. He sat within the cargo bay of ship looking over the small artifacts many of them were cubed Jedi holocrons and others mere trinkets however one stood out though it was a prism shaped like many jedi holocrons it was fashioned by crystal lattice however not thinking of it he quickly gathered them together and stored them away within a container before approaching his chambers where he sat and thought to himself.

It was differently it wasn't a kill he could walk from and be praised for or considered mission accomplished. He would be questioned for their deaths, to know what went wrong if the padawan endangered the mission. Questions he would have rather avoided, temporary solace came with the beeping of his comm we intercepted the message from the council of first knowledge to act on a presence of the taint within the star system, though he had recently finished an assignment he was the closest to accomplish the task. A republic freighter suddenly went dark for reasons unknown however the council was able to determine in it's closing transmissions the faint hum of a lightsaber could be determined in the background however no Jedi were assigned to the ship and has since made no communication. Permenion was given that task to approached the ship and attempt to establish contact first by comm transmission then by visible light transmissions then if both were to fail to dock to the ship and infiltrate and investigate it.

Permenion agreed and set course to the location of the last transmission, in the Paqualis system near Paquallis III. It took only a day to travel to the location and six hours to travel using sublight engines. The ship was indeed dark, engines off from outward appearances it seemed only emergency power was online. Communications went unanswered as well as visible light communications, it was strange for a ship to suddenly go dark but wasn't unheard of possibly a gas leak. Permenion set the ship to dock taking such precautions such as using a rebreather before boarding. Onboard he found the bodies of the Republic Navy strewn about the halls, quarters and even the bridge many of them dead in bed, or still within their chairs for the exception of the bridge that seemed to show signs of struggle and fighting evident by carbon scoring along the walls and entry way. However all killed by the familiar wound of a lightsaber.

Caution set in as Permenion began to search through the force for any sign of life, as he continued exploring the ship yet only dead bodies in the wake of his fruitless search. Only the absence of life was present on the ship, he moved to the communications room of the ship, setting off it’s emergency beacon before making his way to his own ship to undock and leave the ghost ship for Republic forces to collect and take care of. Only after pulling away did he realize why he hadn’t felt a presence on the Republic vessel, it must have moved unto his own vessel attempting not to act with sudden realization he slowly stood removing his own light saber from his belt and activating it, he could feel the darkside of the force within the ship before suddenly coming under attack by a Dark Jedi with the use of mainly force based telekinetic attacks he had to counter using his own telekinetic attacks before engaging in lightsaber combat.

His opponent a female Kiffar, was indeed a worthy adversary yet not as skilled as he was as she was soon tiring out, her defenses becoming weaker and slower and her expressions panicked her defeat was inevitable when suddenly victory was snatched by a sudden blow to the back of the head and brought about darkness around him. Several hours later, Permenion awoken in the cargo hold of his own ship, a majority of the cargo had been ransacked, searched and thrown about in a messy fashion. The crate containing the holocrons was opening the holocrons missing. For the sake of his own personal interest he would have to escape though he was tied with binding wire at wrists and ankles. His head ringing with a possible concussion, it didn’t take long before he was using the edges of the plasteel crate to rub against to create friction and cut at the bindings. Though it took nearly twenty minutes he was freed, yet unarmed.

Making way to his quarters he could faintly see the kiffar female going through his the possessions within his quarters it was spartan in appearance containing only a small bed, and a desk with a few holocrons on saber forms and one of the history of Anaxes. His time as a shadow offered him many opportunities to be stealthy and this was one of those moments it came in handy. Sneaking behind the nosy Kiffar he quickly put her in a sleeper hold making soft hushing sounds into her ear, it took only a less than ten seconds before she went completely limp, he continued to hold it for nearly half a minute longer before violently twisting her neck to the side snapping it and gently laying the body unto the floor as it twitched softly. Collecting the lightsaber from the corpse he ventured to the cock pit to find it empty yet just as quickly turning around to see the stealthy partner who hit him from behind earlier. The Kiffar female his lightsaber hanging from her belt, as well as her own yet he was sure he killed her.

He finally added it together, twins. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she undoubtedly found her sister as she went upon a full rampage pulling up her saber and with quick and violent movement laying an attack to Permenion who only in time activated the saber he stole to intercept hers, both crimson red they dueled cutting the walls and minor components of the ship as they did. Her movements were wild, unskilled full of rage and anger. His own were that of the Makashi form, defensive, quick and precise. She lacked the strength to hit through his parries and left her an easy victim to a quick riposte as he was able to apply multiple minute wounds to both legs, both arms and her left shoulder leaving her a seething being upon the ground. With a swift kick to the side of her face she was out, yet alive.

With the mission solved yet this presented yet another issue, he committed murder and would face the council eventually what would he do. However as she looked around an answer presented itself most conveniently the interior of the ship was trashed, scarred with the cutting marks of a light saber conflict a dead dark jedi he could potentially appear kidnapped or worse. After securing the prisoner in the cargo hold using binders he turned his attention to cleaning up and making the minor repairs to prevent difficulties on his travels. Heading straight to the planet of Nar Shadda he took the time to ensure he tended to his prisoners wounds using kolto gel and patches and securing the holocrons within his quarters.

While organizing them he came upon the prism shaped holocron again, curiously different from the cubed he opened it using the force, it reveal the presence of a Dark Jedi dressed in the traditional robes of the Order and while he was once a Jedi he spoke of leaving the order to come upon knowledge and in his search was gracious enough to have learned a technique most useful, to strip the knowledge from the minds of sentient beings though it was a technique marred in the darkside of the force its usefulness was far beyond that of it’s consequences and it’s practice was simplicity in itself though it required time it could be mastered simply with time and willing or unwilling subjects of practice upon.

[Raytheon]

The holocron involved learned to read the baser instincts of the mind, to end focus and attempt to press yourself into the consciousness of the subject and while they could fight or resist as long as they couldn't interfere with you physically you’d break them. Breaking their will power by other means also made it simplistic. Permenion spent the entire night watching the holocron and its teachings; though the master upon it suffered from obvious paranoia the lessons were indeed valid enough to be considered. Permenion spent the following day testing such on his prisoner and though in the first day he only succeeded in providing her with a headache and only to know she mourned for the loss of her sister.

"Your thoughts even in the depths of your insanity, still revolve around the loss of your sister. I can only imagine the pain you are going through, however a part of you must realize this is deserved.

-Haust speaking to the Kiffar prisoner

Upon arrival to Nar Shadda, Permenion made contact with a few brokers, a pawn broker, information broker and a ship broker. Trading off unneeded valuables for credits and bargaining for a new ship using his former as trade in credit. When questioned of the body on board he quickly made mention it was the body of a Jedi named Permenion, with a simple Jedi mind trick the broker would even forget he saw his face. In the stead of his transport he purchased a used Coulé-Class Starship. The ship while simple in design and useless in space combat but it fulfilled his needs decently however the upgrade and customization did not come cheap as Permenion would soon find out as he was forced to resort to high stake Pazaak to build his fortunes to a level comfortable enough for him to “disappear”.

It took a considerable amount of months in gambling to avoid both heat from the underworld and slowly but surely build up his wealth through a combination of illegal investments, gambling and taking on side jobs as an underworld assassin his experience as a Jedi Shadow aiding to success. He operated under the alias of Haust, since he wish to press the new of his falsely thought death he no longer used the name Permenion Talratheon. In the long months he took building his fortunes on the planet of Nar Shadda he had kept the Kiffar female as prisoner keeping her alive for the sole purposes of practicing the learned skill of Draining Knowledge. However she soon became mad, and psychotic often time appearing brain dead from the frequent sessions he conducted on her going as far as her no longer knowing her name.

What was left of her personality, consciousness was now nothing more than a feral being used at Permenion’s pleasure aboard his ship he dubbed as “The Riddle” given his trait of sparing marks if they were to answer a riddle in an allotted time slot, no one ever did however Permenion found it good sport anyhow. Though he’d been a Jedi a majority of his life and was taught the morality of life, and murders his time as a Jedi Shadow numbed him to the concepts of death, life and mercy. Once the customization of his ship was complete Permenion spent only a month getting his affairs in order as well as taking the time to eliminate some of his less than savory clientele to cover the tracks of his existence from first person point of views.

He’d since nearly mastered Form II often using it to quickly empty a room implementing the quickly stepping footwork and precise cuts to end enemies quickly. However it was Shien than flourished since he’d faced a large influx of blaster wielders. By the time Permenion finally decided to leave the planet of Nar Shadda he held a new name, identification, purpose and life. He arrived Permenion Jedi Shadow and left Haust the Dark Jedi on his twenty fifth birthday.

Life, Code Free

Permenion now known to the galaxy as Haust upon leaving Nar Shadda quickly made his next destination to the planet of Zeltros. Routinely to let loose but also to turn his gains from Nar Shadda even larger upon the planet of Zeltros, namely since it was a large tourist destination it's clubs and gambling venues alone raked in millions of credits annually even in low income areas of the planet which were far and few between. Given the customization of his vessel his prisoner was very much safe within her holding cell.

On the planet of the course of several weeks Permenion now known as Haust allowed himself to be taken in by the hedonistic indulgences of the planet namely finding great favor with cigarettes. That and the women who simply enjoyed his company for the sake of fun and passing the time, it was a planet that catered to those who wanted pleasure. Many times forgetting of his prisoner only to find her soiled and starving of course after having her cleaned and fed through tubes. He of course focused on the task at hand.

Cashing in the nova crystals and credit vouchers he earned on Nar Shadda he established an account on the planet placing on fund on a credit chip before going to the casinos. He took a few weeks experimenting on the different gambling venues to determine the likely scenario of payout and winning. Swoop Racing appealed to him primarily due to the large amount of credits in which could be bet on the racer, and statistics dictated the payout of racers. However given the locations of the track and the viewing there was no way to turn the tide in his favor without direct interference, swoop racing was out.

Next he focused on a game called Dejarik, though he'd played it as a youngling the game was simplistic to win however those who did play for credit were very skilled at the game however they wore the next move at the edge of consciousness allowing him to read it easily however the time it took to play the game was far took long versus the limited payout. It's playerbase while intellectual were not exactly wealthy.

Then he came upon the game of Pazaak, an electronic card game where you brought your own cards to each play the game was fast paced and allowed large bets per round or over three rounds overall. This game appealed greatly to Haust he was able to determine the cards his opponents chose as well as what cards they were going to use and they received how close they were to twenty. Though victory wasn't always assured due to bad luck it had a high success rate and was fast paced enough to make winnings fast. Pressing his focus on Pazaak, he began at the low tables betting a few hundred credits a hand.

Easily besting the middle class tourist who came to the casinos to feel like wealthy aristocrats. HE moved up to the large stakes tables, betting anywhere from a thousands to a few thousands of credits per hands and though the minds of the professional gambler were tougher to read since they didn't think openly of their cards but rather played by instinct while thinking of how many Zeltron women they could land. Haust was still able to win far more than he lost.

He kept up this routine by night, taking the time to settle his accounts through the morning while training. while he ultimately saw this as a means to an end the inaction was beginning to bore him, he longed for a mission an assignment to go after a darksider. Meanwhile he was failing to realize the paling of his own complexion or the yellow tint deep in the recesses of his blue eyes. While his saber training halted in progress, his methodology in Drain Knowledge was not the Kiffar prisoner he'd kept for nearly half a year now was nothing more than a drooling piece of living meat incapable of even primal thought processes failing to eat on her own and relieving her self at bodily convenience.

Her mind now was like the wall broken apart, melted and beyond crumbling any knowledge she may have known was gone lost in the madness of his efforts. she was of little use to him, while he could allow authorities to claim her there would undoubtedly be questions. Though he thought of a simple solution to this seeming problem, on the planet of Zeltron the key factor is enjoyment, hedonism at it's best and worst. It wasn't difficult to get spice, and cheaply quickly giving her and overdose he watch as her body violently reacted convulsing into seizures for a reason unknown to himself it amused him.

As he thought at one point she had the opportunity to kill him, and him on the other hand took everything from her and now she'd die a junkie on a planet of hedonists. she convulsions and foamed at the mouth for more than an hour before finally going still save for the few twitching before he was no longer able to feel her in the force. Propping her on a power chair he carefully pushed her outside the starport via the maintenance exit dumping her in nearby flora before going back into his ship.

By instinct Haust would go to the communications room to check for a message from the Jedi Council it was a habit he was attempting to refute. He began to notice a pattern in the casinos though, House always wins. At this time he'd established himself a wealthy individual though it seemed pointless to have wealth and nothing to spend it on. He decided to spend his new found wealth on a growing investment, a hotel which traditionally have low rates of bankruptcy in a touristic climate and while casinos could often pull in more profits their success around other casinos always competed for gamblers however, everyone wanted to sleep and practice procreation, hotels it was.

He invested three quarters of his wealth into a middle class hotel purchasing only thirty percent of ownership. The hotel was called "The Majestic" though with his investment in place the hotel was able to renovate many of it's aging rooms and gain popularity with middle class travelers who grew weary of the Republic and wanted a time of ecstasy. With the benefits of partner came access to a personal penthouse, something that may come in handy one day however today was not that day. Haust longed for combat, if he was unable to find a Dark Jedi he'd find a normal Jedi.

Turncoat

Haust decided to find either a dark Jedi or a regular Jedi since the latter would be far more easy to locate, the danger which presented it self would magnify as well. He killed many Dark Jedi and even a Jedi Knight and his padawan, he toppled crime lords, and killed families as a Dark Jedi himself how difficult could more anymore be. Gathering his remaining credits, and credit vouchers he resupplied his ship coasting him nearly thirty thousand credits. Before taking off to the world of Gargon. From prior missions as a shadow he'd known of a watchman on the planet of Gargon working closely with a representative from the acquisitions division of the Order.

With his new found skill he'd know to learn a great deal from a watchman and even more from a representative of acquisitions. Taking the time to touch up his training in form II during the hypersapce flight he spent a majority of his time training in the sparring chamber of his ship or within the meditation chambers it was during this week of flight that he begun to realize the subtle changes in his body the paling of his complexion and the small tinges of yellow beginning to hint in the blues of his eye that made them appear lightly greenish.

He'd learned of these effects as a padawan how the darkside can corrupt the body, and manifest it self upon the flesh of it's users. Disturbing he taken the time to research means of reversal, searching the uses of moisturizers, tanning oils, tanning naturally, and even the use of use of a kolto tank to stave off the effects of aging. Though he was no where near a location to buy such needed moisturizers Haust decided he'd use kolto though expensive and was to become one of his largest expenses he began sleeping within the kolto tank in high concentrations while they easily addressed the deterioration on his flesh they were unable to address the growing yellow tint in his eyes.

Upon final arrival to the planet of Gargon he could feel suffering upon the planet's surface, he could feel the pain fill thoughts of hunger, and fear. Yet it was different not so much what he could feel, but how he felt about it there was a sense of apathy. As though he felt they deserved their fates since they only feared and cowered in stead of standing up to their oppressors. As he landed at a corporate sector controlled starport and mining facility he could see the planet was crime run, and for the exception of the mining facilities security and law enforcement was uncommon and left in the hands of thugs and malcontents who work for crime lords and protection monies.

Children starved on the streets, resorting to begging and stealing. Permenion was dressed in his dark garbs and robes allowing the cloak to cover a majority of his body lest his light saber is seen. However this seemed to cause more trouble than it was worth since many begged and solicited him by his mere appearance. Though a small problem he'd found the tall city complex where Republic offices were located, they were guarded by a few members of the Republic Guard, peace officers however with the simple wave of a hand he was admitted into the facility.

Upon reaching the door of the watchman he reached to his lightsaber slowly opening to the door the room was dark with the bulbs occasionally flickering as smoke and smolder filled the room. Obvious saber cuts along the walls and the body of the Jedi watchman laid upon the floor his right arm and head severed laying not too far from the body. Turning to exit he with quickly reflex recognizing the coming light withdrew his own saber blade to parry it away, faced with the killer they stood off staring one another down with a quick extension of his hand Haust prepared to fend off a force push however instead he could feel himself growing tired weak as if his own essence was being drained.

Quickly going on the offensive while he could the dark Jedi was forced to cease his drain and combat Haust in a contest of blades. His use of Niman was painfully obvious and while it held a good defense hos Haust's own Makashi it was not match for the quickly parries and strikes that eventually left him defeated upon the ground stricken with several Shiin wounds and dismember of the fingers of his right hand. However Haust felt compelled to continue torture of him, using the forces to throw him around the hall, and the room before finally collecting him and leaving.

Upon his ship he restrained the would be assassin and took his possession, his light saber, credit vouchers, and an empty holocron. Haust was excited to have a new prisoner keeping his ship in dock he was able to privately experiment on him though he began to feel a void something new he hadn't experienced before. Fueled by his frustration he experimented his drain knowledge skill upon the Dark Jedi learning of this employer, a Republic Senator no less attempting to create destabilization for a local mining company by pinning the murder upon their security forces.

While that could be useful in the long run it wasn't what he wanted, it took nearly five hours to draining his mind to the point of even causing Haust to grow greatly fatigued as the darkside skill would be draining to the body before he finally discovered the technique, simplistic yet like draining knowledge it was more thorough more devious and greatly more fulfilling. Though it was complicated in practice, even through taking the knowledge of it didn't explain how to do it. Over the course of the next two months Haust continued to drain knowledge from the ever growing comatose dark Jedi captive whom he learned the identity of however in a ploy to degrade him simply called him Greatulus Two.

It was amusing to envision the captive as his long dead rival and nemesis feeding him through the use of tubes consisting of pure calories, glucose and limited protein additionally a pure lack of carbohydrates in order to keep him weak and unfocused his skill in Draining knowledge was getting better as was his understanding of Draining the Force and Life it's self from a being. There was much more knowledge however like a crumbling library only so much time to evacuate it before it crashed and became useless.

He remained docked at on the planet Gargon paying the require fees six months in advanced as well as paying off the starport security forces to both increase patrols at his ship and ignore his movements to and fro. The privacy and access to supplies was crucial to his methodology during his time with the Kiffar female he learned a great deal of maximizing his ability to rip knowledge from the minds of his captives including the use of various torture techniques adding to his skill set of torture methodology. Sleep deprivation, food and water minimalism, senses deprivation, physical torture while usually ineffective on it's own in obtaining information used in conjunction with drain knowledge was highly successful.

With the pains and urging of the body it often left little to the defense and resistance of the mind, making it ripe for the picking. Though now he was curious as to how he was nearly defeated within only the motion of a hand and how he could harness such power, to perfect and use this ability.

Power in the Darkside

Having kept Greatulus two on his ship for a year, honing his skill of draining the knowledge from his mind though much of what was drained now was the thoughts of psychotic nonsense stemming from dreams of nothing more than colors and nightmares of darkness and pain in the resonance of his comatose state. Having reached the point of the previous Kiffar he was nothing more than a drooling and worthless being of his former self.

During his studies Haust took the crystal from the Greatulus two's light saber using the compressed red crystal in the new construction of his own, new lightsaber to better reflect his wealth and desires. Building it within his own meditation chamber, the previous lightsabers in his design he used the electrum decor from Greatulus two's, the titanium shaft from the Kiffar female, and the grip from her sister's though it prove difficult since having to create a second curved hilt saber for his life time the exact curvatures were difficult to align the crystal exactly right.

However the finished product was successful in it's operation, and both ornate and impeccable in it's fashion. However with the useless mind of Greatulus two and the worthless body. Haust soon required the use of an additional body for his practices with the possible investigations on Gargon it proved far too difficult to obtain leading him to soon depart the planet in search of a far more, secure area for his purposes. a planet that would undoubtedly have a darkside user or in the least a Jedi easy enough to subdue and use for his own twisted self empowering experiments.

Take what time was necessary for resupplying for take off, Haust sooner left the planet of Gargon with no intentions of returning in the foreseeable future Greatulus two within his holding cells and his understanding of draining the living force from a sentient body still mockingly low let alone the concepts of how to do it. He still began to feel an emptiness since he was nearly defeated by it, almost akin to a hunger he not yet knew how to sate.

His research pressed him to the planet of Tatooine, longer known as a Hutt Controlled planet yet also a location those who wish to be forgotten dwelled, the convicted, the infamous, the runaways, the criminals. A perfect place for find a force sensitive who may or may not know of their gifts. Regardless they be perfect for the experimentation he required. Being no longer of use to him Haust began to implement a better nutritional fluid to put Greatulus two to make him look more desirable.

Upon landing on Tatooine he could fell the diversity of life yet not as concentrated as Nar Shadda or Gorgon he was able to secure landing rights fairly easily selling off Greatulus two off to a few black market laboratories where they required living subjects for tests. He would contribute to a community and still end up dead and out of Haust's hands as well as providing Haust will enough money to keep the ship docked at the spaceport.

It quickly turned out that finding a dark Jedi on he planet of Tatooine would be far more difficult many of the sentients were as force sensitive as the worthless sand that covered the planet he walked through the entire settlement of Anchorhead yielding barely any result. Though it wasn't until he stopped looking did he get a hint of his desire within the cantina of Anchorhead did a few zabrak spacers most likely smugglers or shippers speak of a group of witches outside in the great deserts of the Eastern Dune Sea near the settlement of Mos Taike.

The heat alone was enough to roast a spit of Krayt Dragon however the purposeful capture of one of these witches proved to be paramount to his task. Taking little time and securing transport via shuttle to Mos Taike Haust questioned the locals of the witches and even learned of a Hutt Bounty upon them for the murder of a Majordomo on the planet and his cadre of bodyguards. This clearly amounted to a level of power and skill Haust desired however finding them would be bothersome.

Renting a small shack along the outskirts of the settlement Haust began to meditate in order to feel the life force of all those around him akin to shutting all senses in order to amplify his senses. Though it took nearly two days and the notice faint he could feel the power of the darkside deeper in the dune sea questioning a local hunter he was directly towards the direction of the Krayt Dragon graveyard a place of great danger towards the north eastern oasis where the dragons were known to use as a watering hole. Many a hunter were known to venture there for a prized pearl and the honor of killing one of the great beast. Few returned alive and of those that did empty handed but traumatized from the strength of beasts and unknown horrors of the desert.

Stealing a speeder he made a journey to the Krayt Graveyard, littered with the skeletons of the dragons and the sky filled with the roars as well. He began to think he hunt was for naught when the undeniable feeling came one he felt that urged his hunger to follow leading him to a small cave far too small for a dragon to fit into judging by the size of the skeletons inside the darkside resonated off the very cavern walls. until it led him to a small chamber where he saw a an Arkanian women perhaps age of forty to fifty. the force was strong with her, as she slept quietly perhaps assured of her security because of the dragons. She was attractive though she was older, the white hair only complimented her angular shaped face.

However Haust wasn't looking to get laid, only to further his own power to sate the hunger brought on by Greatulus two and to rip what knowledge from her mind he could. Slowly approaching being sure not to walk into a trap he slowly approached using the darkness to his advantage pulling his saber out in the case of needing it. As he reached within only ten feet of her she bolted up from her laying position unto her feet in a feat of telekinetic and physical prowess. Dressed in old torn brown colored garbs she could be mistaken as a disheveled Jedi on a republic world.

She knew he was there however her white eyes required moments to adjust, Haust took quick advantage of the moment force pushing her though unsuccessful as she only seemed to move a few inches before pulling out her light saber and quickly engaging Haust she was expertly employing the saber swarm of Ataru as he forced to defend himself using Soresu, though to the outside it seemed he was at a disadvantage losing ground it, each strike gave him a higher chance of obtaining a contentious opportunity he must of parried away several dozen strikes before the opportunity arose yet only for the fraction of a second where she rose her arm in an overhead side slash she exposed her dominate arm.

With a quick and practiced use of Trakata he side stepped after feigning a parry reactivating his saber and dismembering her hand with an easy flick of the blade her hand the and saber falling to the ground with a soft thud. She stumbled back holding her wrist with the other hand. He could feel her emotion had changed from anger to fear in that moment and kicked her aside mercilessly as she stumbled unto the ground kicking to get away from him.

"Tsk tsk you look hurt, need a hand?"

- Haust taunting a defeated foe.

With her defeated and injured Haust with a sadistic pleasure use his saber to make minute cuts to her thighs and shoulder. Her cries of pain were shrilling and any who heard would be sure to aid her as if given the title of white knight. Yet so distanced from the aid of any help she was at his mercy for his purposes. wasting no time on her pleads of mercy and ignoring her crying he straddled atop of her pinning her arm beneath his knees as he merciless invade her mind ripping the knowledge she possessed mostly useless information of her life, her likes, loves. She writhed in pain as he took the knowledge she had however she lacked any information useful however it wasn't all information he sought.

As he finished she laid in the pains of multiple migraines, writhing on the cavern floor the pain of her dismembered hand hardly even speck worth her notice. Haust stretched as the hunger pained him, like when he desired a cigarette. Reaching out with a single hand and focusing he attempted to pull the force or life out of her, standing there statuesque for nearly ten minutes frustration begin to roll over on him as he relaxed for a moment reaching out with both hands before trying again this time standing as he struggled for nearly fifth teen minutes. He was getting impatient, irritated... it was annoying he know how to felt, he knew how to do it as was int eh mind of Greatulus Two yet he just couldn't. "Kriff!" he cursed internally at sense of failure the inability gnawing at his insides along with the hunger.

He watched her writhing on the ground, she was worthless unworthy of the gifts she had possessed lowly creature picking off hunters and criminals seeking refuge of the protection of savage dragons. She may have been a Jedi once, unworthy even for that scaffold of ignorant morality yet now he a Dark Jedi by mere definition has brought her down like a stray pet to face neutralization. She was weak and he was strong the fact he couldn't do this was beyond reproach beyond infuriating. Seething to the brim with anger out of his shortcomings he gripped his hands reaching out to her as if to crush her like an insignificant insect to take what life she had left as he realized the wasted time on his sauna of a world.

She raised into the air and she began to shake as tendrils of of pure energy a mixture of red and white forming almost a glowing pink pouring from the orifices of her head, ears, mouth, eyes and nostrils streaming in the air into his hands it was weak yet it felt amazing he held the pull absorbing the energy as ran through his body as if both a rush of cold and hot liquid running through his veins tantalizing his flesh and seducing his organs. Words couldn't be produced to describe the sheer bliss of this feeling she was absolutely delicious. In the sir she became limp and twitches as her flesh went from pale to a chalky white.

Her fleshed became wrinkled and looking to suffer from aged mummification and as he continued to drain her he could feel the force dissipating from her body as did her life when it was emptied she dropped to the ground lifeless, looked to have been drained of everything. No hint of life, no hint of the force, she was nothing it was a fearsome and awe inspiring sight to see. Yet after Haust felt no hunger, no guilt, no remorse only satisfied that craving was gone. Though it was sated he wanted more it was as if having only a speck of dessert it wasn't enough he need more he wanted more.

Coming Full Circle

Now a few months after his twenty ninth birthday, Haust had hunted down Dark Jedi just as he had when he was a Jedi himself. He had hunted Jedi but they are more dangerous not due tot he fact they were Jedi but their deaths and disappearances were investigated. However a Dark Jedi died, no one cared, he didn't the Jedi Order didn't seem to and the people from whom lived near them didn't as well they were social outcasts hated for their gifts not mourned for their deaths. Over the years he'd hunted them he hadn't gone unscathed suffering injuries, burns for force lightning, broken bones from force pushing, even a fractured trachea from a very unpleasing force choke.

His personal kolto tank he now slept within was almost a blessing in it's compound ability to be his sleeping chamber and healing station. It was designed to look almost as a Durasteel and transparisteel sarcophagus completed with a piped in rebreather, and reclined sleeping platform for relative comfort. In the time of his hunting he'd mastered Makashi to a state of fluid perfection combining it with Soresu it in saber to saber combat usually defeating opponents by making them ultimately fatigued. His quick and precise parries left him barely phased however his desire to feed often only left his opponents injured and unable to resist him rather than quickly killed.

While limited in it's offensive usefulness to only deflecting blaster bolts and force lighting his skill in Soresu increased as well if only by a little. As did his skill in Form V, having spanned the Outer Rim on independent planets hunting down leads of Dark Jedi and neutral force sensitives. In his early hunts he left a trail of drained bodies that began to catch the attention of law enforcement before resorting to body disposal learning to use thermite to dispose of remains. Often leaving behind only charred ash, and completely absent of DNA or human remains.

However in his quest for knowledge and power he began to feel depressed in a spout of realization. He wouldn't be able to continue this activity of hunting, without soon being caught, hunted himself or being arrested. Using deductive reasoning from the concepts of causality all plausible scenarios ended in his demise. this is something of course he didn't wish and also led to him thinking what was it all for, was he to go through life serving himself or perhaps an organization. The Jedi Order was enough to live for to work for but their ideals were flawed as they served everyone whom was weak and too pathetic to help themselves.

The Jedi order only played to promote weakness and ineligibility for survival in the galaxy, something he couldn't live and abide by. However Dark Jedi organizations were far too small, and short sighted to consider seriously and the mere fact he could personally end a majority of them or already had was a huge factor in denying wanting to join that. And the Sith Empire was like another other government seeking control, through financial annexation or forceful military annexation and of course of the Sith.. the real Sith were around they'd be a easy choice but of course they have been extinct for awhile.

It wasn't until the capture of a particularly difficult grey Jedi who retired from the Order and lived on Manaan the difficulty mostly lied in the neutrality of the planet. Capturing him while avoiding Republic and Sith forces as well as Manaan security forces proved to be overly problematic. Haust was forced to attack him within his own residence where he didn't hold an advantage and was nearly defeated by the experienced grey Jedi. Only due to his use of Dun Moch was he able to subdue him and learn of the Sith temples on Korriban and rumored of a Sith temples on Ziost dating back to 5,000 BBY before the Great Hyperspace war.

Requiring to stock up on Kolto during his stay his personal requirement of it forced him to make a purchase of forged Republic Documentation from corrupt Selkath administrators. His frequent kolto exposure and use of the darkside required him to use more concentrated solutions in order to have the same effect of staving away the side effects of darkside usage. Quickly making his way off the planet and set a course for the planet of Ziost, making a quick stop on Chazwa in the Orus sector off the edge of the inner rim.

The Hyperspace jump took only five days, however it was in these five days Haust only rested and meditated saving his energy and building his desire to feed in preparations for what he would seek on Ziost, another cult or possible Jedi attempting to cleanse a planet to even a military base begin established for who knows what reason. However finally arriving in the Orus system he landed upon the planet of Chazwa only to be met with a very unpleasant surprise in the landing zone. In light brown robes stood Master Ravier, his former mentor and Jedi Master stand with a younger padawan evident by his braid.

Haust nearly stopped in his tracks on the boarding ramp to his ship his tainted eyes looking down upon his former Master and his new padawan. The Padawan was a young human look to be reaching twenty, dark skinned his padawan braid hanging down the front of his chest dressed in the traditional conservative robes of the Jedi Order. Master Ravier looking slightly older his hair peppered down as they each plucked the lightsaber off their belts a member of the Republic security forces approaching them from behind holding a blaster as he lazily aimed it towards Haust.

"Permenion for your crimes against the Republic and the Jedi Order you are placed under arrest come quietly and you won't be harmed."

- Master Ravier, placing Haust under arrest.

Haust's worst dreams came to pass and worse by his former master, however Haust would not be taken in alive nor would he like to be killed this day he had mere seconds to formulate a plausible plan of action immediate threat would be the blaster then he could easily dispatch the padawan but his former Master would be problematic. Quickly using force push and flipping from the ramp behind the two Jedi he withdrew his light saber immediately deflecting the coming bolt from the soldier pushed unto the ground.

Quickly somersaulting to avoid a saber strike by the padwan and covering ground to the soldier he quickly finished the soldier with impaling his saber into his chest. Before quickly parrying both strikes of Master Ravier and the Padawan. Master Ravier using the technique of Soresu and the padawan using the techniques of Shii-Cho one mastered the other barely got the stances correct. It was difficult given that a majority of the padwan's moves were attempting to disarm him, yet lucky he used a curved hilt saber designed in Makashi to prevent such disarming. The only factor which saved the padawan countless time was the consistent defending parries of his former Master Ravier.

However as the duel progressed beyond five minute he could see the fatigue and resolve of the padawan beginning to wane, civilians backed away several feet as many could be seen on their comms, Haust knew the fight would need to end quickly lest more back up arrives. Quickly force pulling the padawans foot as he moved to take a step he forces him to stumble unto his back then quickly pressing the attack upon his master forcing him away from his padawan coming between them. Though significantly more difficult to defend a front and rear flank the inexperience of the padawan ensured safety with a parry and kick to Master Ravier's gut it gave him a moment to deal with the padawan personally as he parried away two disarming strike and with a powerful Djem So attack fueled by his frustration struck at the young boy's throat cutting deep severing the jugulars and trachea nearly half way through the neck as he dropped his saber and fell back like a tipped manikin unto the docking bay floor of the space port floor as on lookers gasped and covered their mouths as Haust turned his attention now to his former master who in shock stared at his padawan nearly dead upon the floor.

"Master Ravier, you've failed your young padawan just as you failed me you are a failure of a master letting one padawan fall to the darkside and the other falling to die, you are a weak man a weak master!"

- Haust employing Dun Moch

Tossing a distracting insult to his master in the form of Dun Moch, he quickly pressed the attack again Master Ravier seeming distracted as he constantly shifted his eyes to look at his now dead padawan. He seemed fatigued, distracted and even distraught a perfect storm for Haust to take advantage of the power of the darkside seem to fuel his resolve and his precision as with the single altering of his blade he quickly struck severing Ravier's dominant wielding hand both hand and saber falling unto the floor as Haust quickly grabbing him by the throat lifting him unto the air pulling back his own saber ready to plunge it into his chest when the coming sounds of sirens began to distract him. He stared into his Master's eyes smirking slightly before warning him that only their time together as Master and Padawan spared him this day and next time it wouldn't be as opportune.

Dropping him unto the ground his need for supplies would need to wait as he quickly took off full speed into space striking several passing speeders as he took off into the atmosphere. Only on board did he noticed the cut on his forearm a strike of the padawan no less unnoticed by the adrenaline of the fight, Haust only smirked as once en route to Korriban he began apply a kolto bandage. Without the supplies, food and clothing it would make the trip only slightly more uncomfortable.

However it wasn't until passing through the system of Cathar was his ship under attack by pirates passing through the system, with a lack of offensive or defensive weapons he was at the mercy of the pirates. Before he could move to the escape pod and escape to the planet below the ship was boarded and him quickly subdued with the use of multiple sonic grenades. Finally awakened several days later the worse fear occurred. Dressed in rags, with a shock collar around his neck. At first he assumed he was sold to the Republic however he quickly found out.

He was apart of a mining colony in the Annamar asteroid field, him along with several hundred slaves were forced to mine in the dangerous caverns dug within the atmospheric pressurized tunnels. It was there Haust finally fell in love after a month of slavery to a Togruta named Forshaa Tammeri a name given to her during her time in the employ of the Hutts. Having frequently worked together in solitude only requiring to fill a quota of stone for food and water Haust was easily able to perform the work due to his training in the force. Though one might think escape would be easy for an individual in his situation.

The areas of the salves were easily able to be destabilized by security teams breaching the airlocks and killing all slaves in the zones of escape or disorder was suspected. Without his light saber he wouldn't be able to escape quickly and quietly. Nearly a year and a half in servitude Haust stated his hunger in the force by draining the weak or troublesome slaves in his block in isolation, every time they were mistaken for having died from exhaustion or dehydration. Haust and Forshaa continued their love affair until it was discovered by guard who decided she wasn't worth the motivation to Haust she provided.

In the night they subdued Haust while he was sleeping being sure to restrain him in nearly every way binding his wrists, ankles, neck and abdomen while they kept him in an adjacent room with a one way viewing glass to the other room where he was forced to watch two of the prisoners a Transdoshan and a zabrak brutally rape her before executing her. As her life force dwindled Haust felt only hatred, only pain, and only rage using the force the rip apart the room, the men within and turning the glass that separated him and the rapists into high speed shrapnel killing them both painfully and quick. However Huast didn't remember anything beyond feeling her die he awoke within the facility laying upon the floor.

The facility emergency red lighting lit up the room and the halls, and around him were the dead bodies of guards and interrogators. He bore many cuts, and abrasions on his face chest and arms as if beaten before finally standing up and seeing Forshaa laying dead upon the floor naked, remaining clothes torn and ripped to shreds as he stepped through the once glass partition to kneel and lift her into his arms holding her for only a moment as he removes his own shirt and covered her laying her to rest there on the floor before finally leaving the room.

It wasn't before long he'd realized they'd been moved while subdued, to a space station over the planet of Dantooine, armed with only his command of the force and slightly injured Haust stood in the hall he could feel life forces coming toward his direction in his grief his mind only filled with pain, a feeling he wasn't familiar with he'd been injured physically but for once caring for someone other than himself to have lost that he felt an emotional emptiness a part of him wanted to die another wanted everything to feel his pain and more.

As the door burst open three mercenaries stormed into the hall looking at Haust with their blasters focused on him. Huast stood there looking defeated, his head hung low, with a quick uplift of his head he studied them before reaching his head out,it took him three seconds as they screamed for him to lie down before he was able to pinpoint it's accuracy before force pulling the pin from the sonic grenade at the belt of the rear guard mercenary. He was the only to notice as he desperately attempting to pull the grande from his belt and throw it before it exploded in a high pitched explosion leaving the mercenaries upon the ground stunned and unconscious.

Slowly approaching them, Haust held his hands out force draining the helpless men as they laid there taking in their life, his own wounds slowly healing as the energy rushed through out his body, one had been force sensitive and hadn't noticed. It brought back a sense of bliss as Haust re-tasted the power of the force in his veins again. Looking back at the interrogation room he could only walk away leaving the only woman he ever loved upon a floor, left behind.

Now armed with a vibroblade and his command of the force, Haust was able to fight his way to the docking bay and board a small freighter and leave the space station. Once aboard he discovered the date and the time a year had passed since his enslavement he reached to his neck feeling the place where the collar had once been removed for his trip to Dantooine no doubt. Though confusion hit him, he'd done the work required of him, always exceeded the quota yet still he was punished, singled out.

Creditless, without his ship and without a single possession to claim he returned to the one place his name still held worth, Zeltros. The Hyperspace trip was very difficult the old freighter was antiquated and required manual nav-space coordinates and lack the standard nav-computer one would find on a ship while the trip should have taken a few days took nearly two weeks as he jumped system to system avoiding Republic patrols and Sith patrols alike before finally entering the Zel system, landing upon the planet he was forced to walk nearly twenty miles before finally reaching "The Majestic" Plaza, the hotel seemed different larger and catering to a larger host of guests and built a wing of a large casino. With it's success came a larger standing of profits waiting from him to collect having received a profit of nearly a hundred million credits at thirty percent ownership he was able to realize while he only owned thirty percent he was now the single majority holding partner of "The Majestic". He took the time to re-establish his wardrobe, rebuild a new lightsaber styled slightly different and while still curve hilted it featured no gold and no electrum but silver, titanium and rubber for grip, bound with bantha calf leather. While he considered using the blue crystal he was accustomed to he decided against it. Permenion died, when Forshaa died a piece of him did as well he choose a compressed red synthetic crystal creating a thinner more precise blade and representing his disdain, his pain.

One last task remained, finding his ship, while not considered sentimental or nostalgic Haust enjoyed what was his and while losing credits he would not loose his ship. Finally with the proper resources back at his disposal he collected a ship, and materials for his travels as he retrieved a datapad to scan for his transponder signature. It was last transmitting on Nal Hutta, leaving "The Majestic" in the controlling hands of the other partners while remaining a majority holding partner he departed upon a very small freighter being prepared for a fight, and even seeking it. Upon arrival at Nal Hutta he continued to follow the transponder spending nearly a week travelling the landscape of the the planet he was able to finally find "The Riddle" within a obscure spaceport belonging to a Neospin The Hutt.

While he sought a fight he didn't seek death, this particular Hutt keep his assets well protected, and seemed to have very well trained guards even a few of them force sensitive. Haust chose a diplomatic approach seeking audience with Neospin the Hutt a few days passed before finally being granted an audience. Entering the chamber the Hutt seemed feminine though who can tell with them he thought. Initially offering a hundred thousand more than the ship was worth, the offer was refused yet his ship would be guaranteed for a simple task. The elimination of a rival, Praxi a Hutt Lord who had greatly offended him in the last swoop games on the planet of Tatoooine.

Haust figured if the Hutt was as fortified as much as this one was he'd be in for a challenge to say the least. However finding him wouldn't be difficult he kept refuge in a old fortress used by his family for generations, each time built upon for the desires of the current inhabitant. Now after many generations it was fortified to hold against attacks by ground and held a shield generator to protect it from the air. However this would require subterfuge like he hadn't implemented since his time in the Jedi Order. However instead of killing Praxi he requested an audience, he wasn't required to wait as with the last and this Hutt seems cordial and polite, a rare trait in Hutts.

He made Praxi aware that Neospin had hired him to eliminate him and that for only the ship which Neospin possessed he would instead kill Neospin. Praxi accepted the task, and in return Haust requested only a few additional supplies. Returning to Neospin, Haust brought with him a large parcel containing the alleged tongue of Praxi, delivering it to the gates personally he offered it to a one of the guard whom with a mind trick was easy to convince to personally lay it before Neospin. Haust merely waited outside the great doors of Neospin's Fortress his confirmations answered by the rumbling of the earth and the crashing of interior structures of the fortress as well as the sudden vanishing of significant life force within the building.

Cutting his way into the building, Haust took advantage of the mass confusion and panic of the guards, and guests as he systematically began killing all of them one by one pausing only to drain the occasional guard or gusts of their life force to satisfy and indulge his own craving. It took a while nearly four hours a few guests and guards were able to escape but in the end Haust eliminated the entire lineage and structure of Neospin after reaching the databanks of Neospin he obtained his ships new codes, and sent a data transmission to Praxi letting him know of the deed. Grabbing a few Nova crystals and precious ingots from the bedroom of Neospin, Haust left to return to his ship.

Finally upon his ship it was stripped of the luxuries he added, supplies looted and the ship was basically turns into a freighter again. It was demoralizing yet also a challenge for him to rebuild it to it's former glory and purpose. Doubtful it was even operational, Haust started it up and set course back to Zeltros to have it undergo customization to his previous tastes with a few upgrades to the kolto tank, now a pasty pale complexion and his eyes fully developed, revealing the dark side's influences over his body he would need to re-begin his treatments and skin care.

The Final Plunge

He was now thirty two, and his thirty third birthday was fast approaching, establishing a temporary base of operations in "The Majestic" He doubled the size of his penthouse it housing all the commodities of his ship, meditation chamber which with the use of crystals formed focusing point, a large kolto take in which had a medical recliner that he could rest while soaking, training facilities and and bar. As well as the consistent supplies of Zeltron solicitors that he could take advantage of in his spare time. Though it was in the time of training or after enjoying the many perks when he would feel fatigued he would remember the previous days as a slave, tired but happy to have been in the company of Forshaa.

She was savage yet gentle, a warrior yet domesticated, he often longed for the touch of her hands the pointed teeth of her pleasant and yet fearsome smile and in those moments it also enraged him to have lost her to such weaklings, to criminals ignored by the Order, the Republic since it didn't effect their tax revenues or the force. With his ship recently finished, Haust took the time to stock it with alcohol, training droids. While he trained vigorously he did so more to continue to keep in shape and maintain his knowledge of saber forms rather than extend his knowledge further.

While Makashi was very useful in his time of recovery Form V became very handy, it's forms of ferocity and defense played a key roles in his survival on Zeltros and Nal Hutta however he knew one day he'd face another with a saber and his skill with Makashi would come in handy so he kept his skills sharp and his body sharper. His recent diet consisted of a high calorie diet with high focus on protein and vitamin E for his skin. His narcissistic tendencies returning Haust set course for Korriban with the recent push of the Sith Empire he'd be forced to use evasive maneuvers to avoid patrols and capture.

While working in the beginning it became futile as he was soon captured attempting to enter the Korriban system. He expected imprisonment and ransom to the Republic or worse turned for the use of the Sith Empire, unbeknownst to him however he wasn't taking for either instead flown down to the planet of Korriban and delivered to the hands of what looks to be well dressed Dark Jedi. A surprise to him since he didn't know the Empire had built it's own Order.

Stranger to him they were filled with the darkside of the force, and apparently well versed in the use of the force by his treatment. Upon being finally taken within a deep chamber in the recesses of an old temple he was faced by many force sensitive individuals who in time came known to him as Sith, after days of interrogation and assurance of his dark gifts he was offered a place within the Sith Order, promised knowledge and freedom.

While it was far from learning the darkside of the force than he intended, he accepted lest he be rotting in the desert before the next afternoon. He took his place an an initiate and soon sought a master to teach him not of the force but of the Sith.

[Raytheon]

RP Sample:

Permenion walked into the casino, wearing dark blues robes of tyrian cloth, with silk under clothing of matching colors. The cool airs of the casino was differing from the heated humidity of the outside, the casino was filled with the scantly dressed pheromone drenched Zeltron patrons both male and female alike. The scent of the casino was filled with perfumed gamblers all dressed in alluring robes, suits and gowns and those lucky few whom had kept themselves undistracted by the local females found themselves focuses on the vice of gambling.

Permenion himself had been distracted very much so, however was able to earlier get such distractions out of his system with repeated practice that left him slightly fatigued and his distractions pleased in their beds. He slowly approached the Pazaak table sitting as he reaching into his robe pocket pulling out a gold flaked desk of his own at challenge the players at the tables. "Gentlemen, Ladies how about we raise the stakes hmm? five thousands credits a hand." He jested as the others sitting at the tables raised their drinks to him nodding in approval.

As the players each took the time to choose their decks he only watched them intently as they chose each card projecting the amount in their heads easily to be read. " minus two, plus six, combo six, minus three, minus four, combo two, combo five." He could hear the though as if they were purposefully speaking to him. While this alone couldn't ensure victory it allowed him a significant advantage in each hand knowing if they could out card him or under card a high number. As the first game game ended, Permenion smirked pulling in the casino chips to his pile as he meticulously stacked them by color and amount coordination.

A well dressed echani merchant looked at him from across the table curiously dressed in a silk and linen tight fitting robe as several Zeltron males leaned on his arms and shoulders as they flirtatiously whispered into his ears. As they spoke several glanced looks to Permenion as well. "Say, friend what is your name? I'd like to know the name of the man who is taking my credits from me and ending my winning streak. Though .." He paused to look at a particularly young Zeltron to his right before continuing to speak. "I'll still get lucky." Permenion shuddered slightly at that thought, while such was condoned it wasn't his preference at all. He collected his composure before looking to the nearby waitress, "Madam, a Courscanti Whiskey Sour on the rocks and a tall glass of blue milk on the side." He offered a quick flick of a five hundred credit casino chip as payment unto his tray. "And keep the change, and as for my name it's simply Haust."

The echani smiled, his teeth as white as his silvery hair as he leaned forward reaching into his robe pocket pulling out a key card as he slid it unto the table and standing. "Well Haust, if you too would like to .. start a lucky streak I'm in room three hundred forty two, I hope you enjoy your luck." Permenion picked up the keycard and slid it into his own robe pocket nodding. "I'll consider your offer Mister.." the Enchani paused smirking, "Therman, though those close to me call me Ther." Huasted nodded to him as Therman walked away and the cards began to be dealt. He smirked to himself, "Robbery is easier than gambling..." He thought to himself before looking to the dealer. "Cash me out."

[Dutch]

Still need a review here?

[Cain]

Afternoon, Talrath. Let's get right to this, shall we?

Sept 14, 2012 21:31:17 GMT -5 Raytheon said:

He felt since the lightsaber was an omni-cutting tool capable of great injury with barely any effort then exerted effort should not be inflicted for a injuring or killing blow. Though many disagreed with his method none except for the few he sparred who in fact mastered the form of Djem So ever defeated him in sparring, a mistake he felt would self correct once he mastered Makashi.

This is a valid way to approach your training, though it certainly makes the inclusion of a form like Ataru curious. Ataru requires a great deal of effort and stamina to utilize. A form such as Soresu would likely be much better suited to this line of thinking, as Soresu is about patience and economy of movement.

Overall, your bio looks good.

As it pertains to your stats; Lightsaber stats appear ok, though you hardly seem to show Permenion using Ataru. As I mentioned before, that form doesn't seem to fit very well with the style you've written for him anyway, so I'd suggest you bring that number down some or just switch out that form entirely. That I'll leave up to you.

As to your Force stats, my only warning would be to keep in mind that what you've given here suggests that your character, while skilled with a lightsaber, is an average, and at best slightly above average Force user. This would apply to his skill with Drain Knowledge as well. I assume that you understand this and will be able to adhere to it, so there won't be any need for me to ask you to adjust your numbers.

Attributes look fine.

All in all there's not much that needs fixing here. Let me know what you intend to do with Ataru and then I think we can go about approving this guy.

[Cain]

Edits have been made. This character is approved.

Approved stats:

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 5
Soresu: 4
Shien/Djem So: 1

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 6
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6

Specialized Skills:
Drain Knowledge


Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2

Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1

[Jenno]

Moved to Inactive.