The plunder of the Jedi Temple (Open)

[justusdantes]

He had been getting his helmet on as the scanners on his stolen Mandalorian fighter that was known to most as an E-wing started to beep. Attaching his helmet, and making sure it was secure, he let his eyes scan over the controls. So he had arrived at the first of many of his destinations it seems. His thoughts had been trailing this entire flight about the secrets he may discover here, not just of the Jedi, but of himself as well. That almost made him salivate, the idea of growing stronger with the force. His hands casually rested along the yoke of his controls as he read the sensors. It said that he was entering the atmosphere and to prepare for the violent shake that usually followed on to quick of a decent.

Allowing the force to flow through him, he opened himself up to the anguish and pain that this planet had experienced. It was hurt, destroyed, and lost. It reminded himself of how he felt. It was a good feeling to be in such a world. Yet he hadn’t opened up to the force to feel that, he could have seen that the planet was a destructive mass without the force. Instead he was using the force so he could shut down all his scanners. It was a dangerous thing to do when approaching the atmosphere, but he was confident that the force would guide him into the planet.

Doing this allowed him to be undetectable but many different scanners. Using the force to supplement his scanners made his ship run in silence. He ran his other hand to the yoke, adjusting it back and slowing his decent. The force let him feel the hull of the ship, the heat it was experiencing on arrival. He could feel how warm it burned before feeling it cool against the harsh cold upper atmosphere. It made him shiver with a chill, the force simulating the chill into his body.

Dropping down into the lower atmosphere, he used the force to scan the surface for a place to land. It took him a minute or so, but he was able to find a clearing just big enough for his E-wing to land, that was not to far from the now desolate temple of the Jedi. He switched his landing burners on, dropping his landing gear as he started the tedious landing decent. That was when he felt it. A grouping of beings in the force.

He let the ship come to a halt on the ground. He flipped it off and opened the canopy before standing tall. Looking around at where he had landed, he reached out in the force. He could feel them, three of them to be exact. They were strong in the force, but had no training in the force as he did. They didn’t even have the training of a youngling. No, these creatures were natural in the force, and had no idea of the power it held. This would be a wonderful trip after all.

Reaching down into the storage compartment of his ship, he grabbed his friends. Holding both of them in his hands, he felt the grip of them. His green friend was heavier and strong. It felt relaxed and happy in his hand. His red friend was the opposite, for it was light and painful. The bladed hilt of his saber dug into his palm with that agonizing beautiful pain. Dropping his head to them, helmet changing the tone of his voice he spoke softly.

“I missed you my friends. Seems like this trip will be much more fun than we had anticipated. Can you feel that? Can you feel them?” He paused, as if he was waiting for a response from his light sabers. “You can? You can feel their confusion at our presence as I can? Isn’t it beautiful my friends? They will come to investigate us, and then we shall slaughter them.”

Suddenly he raises his green light saber to his ear, his lips under his helmet turning into a smirk. “Whats that? You think we should let them come and then use them to see what they know of this temple? What do you think my friend?” He spoke, turning to his red light saber, which he lifted to his other ear. Nodding along slowly as if it was speaking to him. “Ah, yes you agree. Of course, we can have them take us to the temple, then slaughter them on the temple that the Jedi once so loved. To spill blood on Jedi holy ground would be an amazing development. Again my friends, I am glad to have you here with me.”

He jumped down from his ship, using the force to slow his decent. He clipped his sabers onto his belt, and lifted the cowl of his robe over his helmet. It blocked others from seeing his helmet, but it did little to block his helmets sensors, or his own force senses. His own force senses telling him that three…no four of the creatures he had felt earlier were on their way. They even had mounts. This just keep getting better and better.

His posture was perfect, and he laid one arm on the other, making the sleeves of his robes converge. His head was tilted so that all that could be seen of his helmeted head was a shadow. He just let the force flow from him, guiding the others to his location as he just waited. Soon, the fun would start..

[justusdantes]

He could feel the electrical storm brewing in the distance. Oddly enough it was a bit augmented with the force. Darth Phasma could only assume it was because of the once Jedi who had inhabited the planet. Only a few moments since he had landed and though the atmosphere was caustic to say the least, he hadn’t expected the storm. Yet it would not hinder him, he had his ship closed and locked down. All Mandalorian E-wings were equipped with jam proof systems in case of electrical storms. It was a rare ship now a day, only the Mandalorians really used it since the Mandalorian war. Yet Darth Phasma being the proud man he was had added his own specs to the ship. It was a bit faster than the average E-wing, and lacked the shields the e-wing did. Yet it also had augmented fire power, for he had no qualms about supplementing shields for his own force abilities.

He still had been standing completely still, awaiting his guests. Using his helmet fit data pad, he looked up known history of Ossus species. His data pad showed him a fierce quadruped animal that looked as dark as Phasma felt his heart to be. Yet it also showed the Ysanna, a native race of humans. They had been rumored to be survivors from the Cron Supernova. Not much was known about them other than their hostility towards travelers. This made Phasma happy indeed. They used odd weapons of spears and things called slug throwers. It was like a gun that blasted out exploding projectiles.

The one thing that was known about them is they revered the ancient temple, believing it to be holy. This made Phasma very happy indeed. It meant that they would have seen images of Jedi at the least, and Phasma, regardless of his armor, was an image of a Jedi. His black robe and light sabers would indicate him as such.

He could feel them getting closer to him, three of them together with a fourth by himself. It was a good tactic, have three of them confront him and another one watch from a distance, ready to strike. It made Phasma happy to see that these creatures did not truly surrender themselves to the force, just were consumed by it. It meant that they could be turned to his way, the dark side.

Now he could hear them without augmenting his hearing with the force. His helmet didn’t even need to magnify the sound to hear the snarling beasts stampeding towards him. He could feel the ground shake a bit with the muscled stomps from the creatures. It was indeed beautiful. They came into view, a slender male atop one of the massive beasts leading the three of them. Phasma could feel the forth in position, he was tense. Darth Phasma could only assume that he had a weapon pointed towards Phasma. The two following the slender male stopped paces behind the male. One of them was a sleek woman, and the other was an older man. All three of them had on malicious looking masks that covered their faces. They mimicked the Sith masks that Phasma had seen in his Masters study.

The slender male who was in the lead stopped paces in front of Phasma, his beast snarling and trying to strike out at Phasma. Reaching in to pull out a small blaster pistol. He pointed it towards Darth Phasma, yet Phasma didn’t move an inch. Instead he focused his sense on the fourth in the woods. Reaching out to him through the force, he focused on the man’s thoughts. He could hear the man waiting for a signal of some sort in order to pull the trigger and take out the outsider. Phasma filled the man’s head with fear, fear of hitting the wrong person with the shot. Fear of the gun back firing and blowing up in his face. He sent fear into the man of being rejected by the other for not being a strong enough warrior. He made the man question the order for him to be on point, filling the man’s head with thoughts of the other not trusting him with the task in which they were under taking. He made the man believe he was of no use to his comrades.

Phasma could feel the man struggle with the thoughts, try to fight them and block them out. This caused Phasma to put more strength in the force behind them, clouding the man’s mind completely until he felt the man drop from his perch, and sit on the floor bellow. Phasma felt the man weep with the revelation that he was nothing to the others. It took Phasma seconds, but for the now weeping man, he felt it was an eternity.

Besides Phasma, the rider dismounted the beast and patted it on the head. He moved to look face to face with Phasma, using his blaster to remove Phasma’s hood. Phasma allowed this, enjoyed this. As his hood fell, exposing his dark red helmet, Phasma moved his visor covered gaze up at the slender man.

“Who are you and why are you here.” Spoke the slender man. It wasn’t a question, more of a demand. It made Phasma smirk under his helmet.

”I am Jedi. Niqolie Starwind, Jedi Knight. This world once housed one of our great temples. I have been asked by the Jedi council to see if it is indeed a ruin or if it can be rebuilt.” Phasma spoke softly, using the force to fill his words with truth. He knew that these Ysanna would be able to detect a lie through the force, even if they were not sure if they knew what it was. “You know the Jedi, do you not?”

His blaster not moving from Phasma, he slowly shook his head in understanding. “Yes, we know of the Jeddia, The Jeddia were once those who were the gods of this planet. They died after the great destruction, and now we are what remain. We believed them to be dead, all of them.” The man spoke in a strange accent. Phasma hated it.

“Then you know why I have returned do you not? You understand why I have come here.” The lies rolled off Phasma tongue, as easy as breathing for him. He had become excellent with lying; he no longer really needed the force to strength it. He could make himself believe it so strongly that it became true.

“You wish to see our holy land?”

“Yes, I do.” Darth Phasma could feel the reluctance in the man’s voice. His posture became hardened and rigid. “What is your name you Ysanna?”

“I am the Wizard Kanon. I lead the battle wizards in the name of all the gods that are good and just.” Spoke the man, his posture becoming a bit more slack. “You wish to view the home of the gods, and I can not allow this. We know not that you are Jeddia.”

This irritated Darth Phasma. He forced his will into his voice, raising his hand a bit in a dismissive wave. “Non sense. You will allow me access to the Jedi temple. You want me to see if the old gods can come back here and restore peace.” Each word was more than a word. Phasma sent the force strong behind each word, letting it soak into Kanon’s mind. Yet he could feel Kanon fight the effect.

“I..I…I must preserve the old ways. Yet…I wish the old gods return. Let me confer with my wizards.” His words were shaken, the force persuasion was affection him, yet he could fight it. This impressed Phasma. Perhaps this man was stronger in the force than even Phasma had felt. Perhaps.

“Make it fast. I have urgent matters to attend.” Spoke Phasma, again putting the force behind his words. Kanon nodded and ran to his comrades. They all spoke in a low whisper, but Phasma’s helmet sensors picked up the words. They were arguing about bringing an outsider to their place of worship. Kanon was arguing against himself most of the time, as the older man spoke no words. The woman saying she wanted no part of helping an outsider. She said she doubted that Phasma was of the old gods, that they had been destroyed. Phasma finally understood their hesitance, for they wanted to see that he possessed the tricks of the Jedi.

Turning his head towards where the fourth man had been crying, Phasma extended his hand. He reached out in the force, not towards the man but instead his weapon. He felt it in the force, and called for it. He felt the weapon leave the hands of the man and fly at a great pace towards himself. The force let him know when the object was at his fingers, making him close his hand to grasp the slug thrower. The woman and two men looked on in a marvel. They had seen different ‘tricks’ with the force, they could even do some themselves. But they had no seen someone with such control and ability.

Phasma dropped the gun onto the floor, and turned back towards the group. They all nodded to each other. Kannon walked slowly back to Phasma, nodding his head slowly and in respect. “We will show you the ruins. But you may not enter them. You may have magic tricks, but if we feel you try to harm our ruins or insult our gods, we shall kill you. Understood Jeddia?”

Phasma smirked at the threat. He liked it a lot. “Of course. I would never consider upsetting the balance or insulting your gods.” He said smirking to himself. Kanon turned to mount his ride, and started to trudge slowly through the woods. The other two started to follow him, as Phasma followed them. He smirked to himself, whispering silently. “Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore” spoke Phasma in mando’a. Pressure makes gems, ease makes decay. He loved the prospect of having three potential enemies ready to slaughter him. The fourth was still there, crying. He would be of no concern.

They marched for a good hour before reaching a clearing in which the once Jedi was temple was visible. It was obvious that the Ysanna had kept the temple well guarded. It had no over grown vegetation on it, leading Phasma to understand how holy this place was to the Ysanna. That made him joyous, to kill people at their most holy of places.

“We are here. You see. Now you leave.” Spoke Kanon, in a harsh tone. Phasma could sense his anger in bringing someone here.

“Let us get closer, to the steps. Then I shall leave. That was our deal after all. You would take me to it. We are not there yet.” Spoke Phasma. He didn’t bother adding the force to the words, because he didn’t need to. That had been the agreement, and he knew they did not want to take a chance at fighting him.

Nodding to Phasma, they continued forward to the steps of the temple. The temple itself was massive, but seemed like every other Jedi Temple Phasma had ever seen. They remained quiet the entire way, not saying a word. Phasma could feel the growing tension from his guides. They didn’t want to be here and made it obvious.

As they reached the steps, Phasma looked the temple up and down. His smile faded to a look of disgust. He could feel the force of the light side coming from this place. It sickened him greatly. He wanted to tear it down, he wanted to dilute it.

“This is as far as you go Jeddia. Now go back and return from where you came.” Spoke Kanon in a harsh voice. His voice causing his beast to snarl towards Phasma, it just amused him. He was being ordered by someone like a Ysanna? A backward in breed idiot? Phasma thought not.

Reaching forward, he felt the force flow to him. He could feel the quick build up of hate and contempt for these men. It was violent and fast in its growth. The dark side was indeed powerful and evil. He would prove it. Yet the kill could not be right now. Not yet. Instead he focused his hate towards the creatures that the Ysanna were riding. Extending his fingers, he let his hate engulf himself, and extend itself towards the creatures. The hate and anger caused bolts of bright blue lightning to shoot from his finger tips and palm towards the three creatures. It was powerful and dark, wrapping around the creatures and throwing the riders from them.

The creatures howled in pain before falling to the ground, the riders being thrown backwards with great force into the temple. Only a single creature had survived the barrage of lightning that Phasma had engulfed them in. It lay on the ground, paralyzed from the electricity. Phasma stepped towards it, pulling out his red light saber and igniting it. The saber sliced through the head of the creature. Half of its head fell free from the other half and neck. The objects in which it skull had held that had not been burnt to nothing by his saber fell to the ground in a mess of gore and blood.

He continued to step forward towards the temple entrance, towards the Ysanna. Kanon pulled his blaster, and aimed it at Darth Phasma before having it pulled out of his hand by the force. The blaster shot towards Phasma, who simple put his saber through it, cutting it into pieces. He could feel the Ysanna fear for their lives, and it filled him with euphoria. He extended the force from himself, pushing it outward. He used the force to fill the area around him and the three people with Malacia, causing them to feel sick and dizzy.

Darth Phasma could see Kanon trying not to vomit, as the female Ysanna failed at the attempt, as did the older man. This brought a smile to Phasma’s face under the Helmet. He filled his own presence with menace and blight, letting his pace slow to a grueling drag. Extending his hand without the saber in it, he sent Kanon across the room with the force. He was going to kill the man, but first would come the others. First would come the older man.

Standing in front of the vomiting man, Darth Phasma said nothing, just looked down at him. He pointed the saber towards the mans throat, leveling the tip at his jugular. The sent of burning hair and skin filled the air, as the sabers heat tore away at the mans beard and chin. Phasma reached out in the force to feel what Kanon felt, and as expected, he was more concerned about the woman. Phasma was right in assuming that the woman was Kanon’s mate. The man was of no relevance at the moment, so Phasma just slid the blade up, and parted the man’s face, almost perfectly in half.

The man didn’t even have time to scream before he slumped over dead. There was no life left in him, as he laid there on the holy ground of this Jedi temple, with his head cut into two separate pieces. Kanon was trying to get himself to his feet, But Phasma just smirked. Phasma looked around the room before finding a large metal pole. Using the force, he grabbed the pole. Holding it midair with the force, he sent the pole at the side of Kanon. It pierced the wall next to Kanon before bending on top of his torso, the metal folding in half on Kanon, to lock him in place on the wall.

Phasma turned towards the woman who was pressed tight to the wall, tears in her eyes. Phasma stepped closer to her before reaching out and grabbing her by her hair. At this Kanon yelled for Phasma to stop. He began to plead.

“Please Jeddia Starwind. Do not harm her. We do not mean to upset the gods. Please.” His begging was followed by sobs. At this Phasma pulled at the womans hair, pulling her in front of himself. He moved her in between himself and Kanon.

“I am no Jedi. I am Sith. My name is Darth Phasma, and I care not about your gods. Only about my desire….” Phasma spoke with venom in his voice. Yet the revelation of him being Sith meant nothing to Kanon who knew very little of the Jedi. He was to caught up in the fact that his mate was at the mercy of an evil man. This made Phasma happy.

“Before I kill her Kanon, I want you to hear her suffer. Before she dies, I will make sure that you understand your folly of threatening me. For it will be the last mistake you will ever make Ysanna!” This time Darth Phasma shouted, his words echoing off the halls of the temple. He could feel the anguish growing inside Kanon. Now the fun will start….