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Post Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:41 pm

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*Dreshkahi sighed*
"You are very bright, but unless Nexus set this up as a test.... I'm not holding back any longer."
*Dreshkahi turns his lightsabers off and clips them onto his belt, fully aware that a fatal move could kill him.*
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm sick of your talk of killing me. If you wanted to have killed me... you could have killed me earlier."
*He grabs the rifle from his back and flips backwards twice before pointing the rifle at Ja'nin*
"I'm just letting you know this.... you're an impatient rodder."
*Dreshkahi pulls the trigger three times and then puts in on his back. He then throws his hands in front of him, making a massive wave of force electricity fly through his fingers toward Ja'nin. Dreshkahi keeps throwing the electricity toward Ja'nin, showing no sign of stopping the flow..*
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Post Mon Jul 25, 2011 7:43 am

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*Ja'nin jumps and flips over the bolts and uses his lightsabers to reflect the Lightning back at Dreshkai and says* "i know not if this is a test from Master Nexus but i will not have a rival."
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Post Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:49 am

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*Dreshkahi ignited his lightsaber again and stepped back.*
"I never planned on being your rival in the first place. I only want to be trained so I can start earning back the respect I once had. I care not for what you do however."
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Post Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:05 am

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*Ja'nin flips backward towards the door and once he gets there he turns and deactivates his lightsabers and walks inside clipping them to his belt and heads for Nexus' office*
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Post Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:10 pm

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*Dreshkahi deactivates his saber and runs inside and then jogs to Nexus's office.*
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Post Sat Oct 29, 2011 4:25 pm

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Post Mon May 14, 2012 8:42 pm

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Lord Ahirman


*Holocrons. The link to our past. The link that gave forbidden knowledge from one generation to the next, despite the passage of time. It was how the Sith survived for so long, our mastery of the darkside had led us to hoard the secrets of the galaxy for ourselves. Unable to crack the selfish demeanor, much of this lore had been lost to the ever shifting sands of time. I planned to unearth these sacred relics, I had planned on serving our Emperor in training his neophytes... But in the time of his reign here upon Korriban I had succumbed to the limits of my frail and mortal form. No longer could I freely plunder the depths of the Valley, No longer could I endure the darkness of the tombs, and no longer could I resist the corruption of the Darkside. My skin has paled to near - translucence, the veins beneath were now visible and amethyst in hue. My eyes had darkened, once proud orbs of blue had now turned to the silver of steel. An old man in my quest for knowledge I had become, the creak of joints had become the thunderous roar of artillery, and the hum of a powered dataslate had become my lightsaber.

I had become weak.

This is what I wished to portray, what I wished others to think. When in truth my powers have only grown as my body had begun to fail me. In the recorded words of the Jedi master Yoda, we all are luminous beings bound to the mortal realm by this crude matter of flesh and bone. Though he was my enemy in a time long forgotten, he was wise. The knowledge he must have possessed, just the thought of it makes my aged blood boil in anticipation. Through the technological marvel that our ancestors had created, the wizened Jedi master's student had passed down the wisdom he had once called his own. Thankfully Jedi were not as selfish as the Sith, and were willing to part with one of their relics so easily. In truth having ripped the thread of life made it easier for me to grab this databank, him being a Jedi made it nothing more than child's play.

Through the hidden facade of his gloved fingers, I spun this treasured Jedi trinket. It's cube like shape seemed so heavy to the touch, like the knowledge within had meant to overwhelm those who would breach it's surface. Yet as I spun it in hand, the weight of the folded metal was so insignificant in comparison to the wealth veiled within. My shrouded eyes blinked with fatigue, many days had been spent toiling over accessing this relic, and many more had been spent learning it's secrets. When I had absorbed all that I could, all I could find myself doing was spinning the used trinket within the grasp of my fingers. It would be a great addition to my collection, but like everything I have learned it would do nothing more than waste the remaining space upon my shelves. It is now that I realize I need a larger place to store my relics.

Rolling my eyes and placing the Jedi artifact upon the table, I ran a delicate finger along the uniformed edge of the holocron. Jedi contraptions were always so elegant when compared to those created by the Sith, somehow the pyramids were always unnaturally sharp to the touch. I always assumed since the darkness in man's own heart was the seed of violence, our relics were merely the paragon of such anger. When through study, I found the pyramid had more to it than such simple symbolism. The pinnacle of the pyramid represented the power one could achieve through the destruction of others. Upon a mound of blood, would all the secrets of the universe be free for the taking. The pyramid was a Sith's rise to power, those that stopped to learn more of what housed our ancient secrets rather than racing to the heart of the knowledge would have a greater understanding.

My former apprentice was such a "Sith", if he could be called that. He rushed head first into danger, unaware of the darkness and it's ability to kill. He had found himself managed by the very powers he sought to control, unable to harness the potential that such mastery of the force would've been able to give. His loss was my gain, the staff I now hold empowers me to be more than I seem. It grants me the ability to walk unhindered, the strength to fight even the most well trained of foes with ease, and it knows me just as I know it. For all the gifts it has given me, it takes what precious little life I have left in return. Such was the bargain when the staff and I became companion's. My time fast approaches, thus all efforts must be made to prolong my life. I will need a fresh frame to inhabit, for when the time comes my spirit may not live on in the mortal world when this crude flesh is peeled from my bones. A vast wealth of knowledge awaits, and my mind yearns to devour every sacred page, every hallowed relic, and every holy word.

I must not fail in my quest for the truth, I must not fail in my own rights becoming,

God.*
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Post Tue May 15, 2012 6:50 pm

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Lord Ahriman


*All I can do is sigh when I find myself walking the halls of this once great academy. From the records that have survived the passage of time, I knew this was once a robust centre for learning and understanding the secrets of the Dark Side. Now it was nothing more than a glorified ruin of what it once was. With the Imperial palace being constructed, all the effort that had been made to restore these hallowed halls was abolished. When I had heard that the Emperor had decided this, I was furious. Thankfully no one was around to witness a few names missing upon the Imperial Rosters when the construction began. Bereft of subjects and of overseers, I could conduct my research into the dark arts of Sith magic unhindered. I learned much over the silent passing of the days, but many more pages still laid before me. It was only just yesterday that I felt ready enough to tackle the basic steps, my hand has never looked more mottled and burnt before in my life as the result. It was difficult to control such awesome dark energies, but after a few tries I had turned an unlucky scribe into a pile of ashes.

I had to say, when he was blasted by the force I never felt more... what's the word... Ah yes, Youthful in my old age. I felt like the nexus beneath my feet had restored my vigour, and all I could do was cackle manically. It was only after I had recovered from my fit of laughter, had I noted that the scribe was carrying a priceless relic in his arms. My childish joy was quickly replaced by anger and despair. Something I had invested an entire life in, gone within a fleeting moment by my meddling. Recovering, I simply just shook my head and remembered that I had wanted to incinerate that holocron anyways as it contained some useless data about the Jedi Code. What mad man of a Sith would keep such trivial non-sense in his personal library?

With the sound of distant footsteps, I decided to rouse myself from the chair that had taken me into it's embrace over the last few days, and ready myself for the guests I was expecting. My robes of silver satin trimmed in a sable hue of gold cascaded down and hung loosely about my body. The sapphire armour plating about my arms and chest jittered slightly as I had made my motion to stand. My clawed fingers tightly gripping the staff within my grasp as my joints began to ache, been sitting for far too long I suppose. As my steel blue eyes spied the two men fast apporaching my person, I saw that the younger of the two had an ideal frame in which I would love to inhabit. His form could be seen through the subtle curves in his clothing, it was if a feral beast had donned the skin of a man and came before me. The hate within this one shall be my font of power, for his face is new and there is only one reason as to why he is being brought before me. The Emperor deems him fit for my teachings.

If he is as raw as he looks, then all the more power shall flow into my fingertips when I mold him into my image. He is a fighter by his looks, not adept with the force as much as he should be. His thoughts are unguarded, I have seen what he has, lived in his shoes during his greatest moments of triumph and his greatest moments of sorrow. How low the Jedi must've gone to scour the surface of his homeworld, and all that trouble for what? a mere Legion of troops? For shame my puppet, for shame. Though it seems the course of retribution has already played it's hand, you're weaker than I remember and from the vivid images from this... Varro... I can tell you shall be much easier to bend. I had told the Emperor of what I saw that day I met you, and from that moment on I have been the one plucking the strings of your fate and leading you down the path of ruin. You will not succeed in slaying the Lord of Darkness, as was foretold. You will burn in the ashes of your own failures, and I will be the one holding the torch.

Taking a moment to revel in the webwork of my grand scheme, I turned my attentions once more to this youthful warrior and the man escorting him to me. My lips parted and through the sound of my voice, power seemed to ooze from every word.*


"Leave us."

*Watching the overseer turn and leave with a courteous nod, I felt a slight tinge of wariness emanate from Varro. He could sense the power that resonated within my mortal shell, good. He stood silent before me, either unable to lift his gaze from the runes inscribed upon my tabard, or unwilling to meet the gaze of his better. Regardless I shall savour this moment.*
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Post Sat May 19, 2012 9:08 pm

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Lord Ahriman
~ Seeker of Truth ~

*The young man standing before me seems all too familiar, now that the meddlesome imperial Officer had removed himself from my awesome presence. With my mind free and clear of hatred, I saw the vision from earlier flow unhindered into my conscious mind. Vivid flashes of blood stained clothing, ashes and fire, and this man's face staring at the sky, then my own eyes within a helm of darkness. I knew he was special, but just how special was still in the air. Placing a clawed finger upon the youthful warrior's forehead, I could feel the barely contained rage pulse beneath his flesh. It was beautiful to behold and experience, like a refreshing breeze upon the dry dunes of Tatooine. My body could barely contain itself with the rush of darkside and fresh energies flowing through his mortal form, it trembled beneath my sapphire robe and shivered with unchained power. Oh how I wish I knew to takeover another's form, then his power could become mine. Brushing my finger along the side of his face, I tilted my head and watched the boy's reaction in vague interest.

I need to know how this body works, to see if he had learned to harness the anger boiling within his blood. I needed to know how raw the clay is before I could shape it to my image. The muscle memory my fragile body now holds will have to be transferred, the carnal knowledge I have acquired over my years of study will have to be relearned, everything would have to be taught once more. Starting over and doing it all in a shorter time, as he had little to begin with. The lessons would have to be upon the fly, he would learn what I have spent my life dedicated too with all the speed needed to get his wretched life on a track more to my liking. Well, we have alot of work to do, might as well start now.*


"Kneel."

*With my voice filled with a hidden power, I watched as the barbarian struggle against it. He was defiant, good, I needed to shape that defiance to allow my will to assert itself. If he was bent to my will allowing me to slip past his defenses as I was, taking him over when the time came would be smoother. He wouldn't fight back against me, I needed to make sure of it. I knew it would be the first and critical step in asserting my control, thus having to catapult my plans into overdrive, I will have to dominate his mind sooner than expected. Expending a tendril of energy fro my form, I began to probe the boy's mind. Scratching the surface I could only garner so much, as I tried to delve deeper I found myself being pushed back. As I expected.*

"Varro, you have been chosen by Ahriman, Lord of the Sith, to serve the empire in ways you could never imagine. You will learn from me, you will shed blood with me, and you will come to call me Master."

*This is the moment when history would be re-written in their favour. With the lord of the Sith standing above the kneeling form of his apprentice, the scene of previous sith conforming to the rule of two replayed itself anew between these two men. The old and the new coming together as one with the purpose of dominating the galaxy, it was like Palpatine and Vader were reborn in a different time and a different place. I know that Varro would only serve me for so long before he deemed that he was worthy of my title, I will have to be ready. This boy would grudgingly serve me till his time had come, no matter how much I told that to myself i would have to be ready for the change. Chaos was not an easy will to interpret, and things could change in the blink of an eye.

I would have to step carefully with his new found apprentice, lest he became the sole focus of his rage. An outlet would be needed, perhaps the rumours of a hidden library upon the surface of a world encased in ice would help direct that anger from him. My research would be paramount, and this library would take me one step closer to becoming more than my mortal shell and more akin to the gods in which I enslave my whims too. In time I will become a god, in time i will replace the Emperor, and in time the stars shall tremble in my wake. When chaos comes to claim what is rightfully it's, the galaxy will cower in fear.

The Jedi will be powerless to stop it without their champion, the strider of suns shall fall and darkness will cover the stars.*
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Post Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:34 pm

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Lord Ahriman
~ Seeker of Truth ~

*Weeks had passed my students and I by, and we all had learned so much from Korriban's Archives. We knew that what this red waste of a world would not keep our hunger for knowledge sated for long. When the last few shreds of holocrons and dataslates had been gathered and sorted after being devoured, I set several students to the task of searching for places with vast databanks for myself to plunder. As the final dataslate had been placed upon the shelf, I took a step back to admire the time I spent in turmoil categorizing and absorbing the knowledge from the archive. My student's handiwork was promising, many had hardly used their hands to touch the delicate relics, while others I had severely punished for not practicing their skills.

When my tasked students returned to me, I knew there was a place that had the largest wealth of knowledge and lay just beyond my grasp. The system of Coruscant, the homeworld of the Republic and supposedly the base of the vile followers of Ashla. Funny how modern day Jedi believe Ashla and Bogan to be "winds of the force." It's sad to see such advanced beings believe in such a primitive way. Next time I meet a Jedi whom mentions he follows the path of "Ashla" or a Sith whom follows "Bogan", I shall ask them if they worship the moon of whatever system I find myself upon.

Chuckling to myself I make mention to my newest student, this Varro character, that he and a group of my other acolytes are headed to the core world system. When I made mention of Coruscant, the butcher winced. Intrigued by the reaction, I immersed my self in his thoughts and read the memory like it was an open book. A pretty girl decapitated by a tug of war match through a closing doorway, several flashes of prison bars, and the Jedi Archives. Even though I wanted to pick through his brain even more, I knew that the hated Arch-enemy would not wait to let me in the front door. There were a few things there that I had to pick up, my foundation for a Cult needed more than just followers. It needed an armed force of sorts to protect those within my coven. Perhaps the Republic uniforms would come in handy for missions later down the road.

I'm sure the Dark Lords of the Council will thank me for the great gift I will give them. Perhaps even the Emperor would grant me a token of his favour, like a new slave or a playtoy. Oh how my wretched old body has the sudden urge to gawk at something pretty. Maybe upon Coruscant, when "Shopping" I will find such a sentient and feed her to my students while I read and watch in delight.*
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