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Post Sun Sep 09, 2012 9:44 am

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The sound of bone cracking underneath my metallic fingers had boomed into my aural amplifiers. My visor had foreseen the damage my punch would inflict, truthfully when one's arms were made of a highly dense metal alloy, pain was the only constant. As his body recoiled from my strike, I had turned abruptly to catch the exposed hilt of a cultist's downward strike. His form was sloppy, untrained. It was like he was given this crimson bladed weapon and told to wreck havoc in the streets. --Something I had not seen before this moment. My servos had overpowered the savagery behind his strike, as my hand had twisted, so to did the blade. The crimson blade sweep across the man's shoulders, severing his ties to the mortal realm. The grip on the weapon slacked and in an instant I was armed with a light saber.

It felt heavy in my hands, foreign even. When Varro had taken my saber, I vowed that I would hunt him down and reclaim it. The lightsaber to the Jedi was their life, given form in the shape of a tool. To lose it was the greatest of heresies against the Order. His mind silently thanked itself for becoming an exile before that point. The crimson saber came round and slashed through the guard of yet another untrained cultist. So far I wasn't impressed with the martial prowess of this congregation. They had managed to get a hold of lightsabers, an impressive feat on it's own, but lacked the finesse to wield it's weight. They should've just started hitting me with clubs.

My eyes had darted back towards Ahriia, to see that she was still in one piece. My senses still getting used to the enclosure of the suit could not focus upon the events that occurred beyond the line of sight my helmet had restricted. All I saw was her form was airborne, the ground ripped from underneath her and catapulted into the air like some poor skeet. I knew she could handle herself, but I wanted to help somehow. To be her hero, in a sense. However that flicker of a thought was squashed as I had brought my blade down to parry a sweep one of these damned cultists made for my prosthetic legs. This skirmish was starting to get on my nerves, anger started to seep into my blood and the looming cloud of the darkside had formulated at the back of my mind.

Give in, a voice had said. Give into your anger, and these cultists will be swept under your prowess. You have but to merely open your mind to me, and my powers will augment yours. -- You will become what you were destined to become. You will become my paragon, my knight clad in midnight armour. My burnt brow had furrowed under the strain of keeping this blade locked with this zealot. The voice slowly turned from a deep guttural rasp, to the sweet and familiar song of a woman. At first I had thought it was Arhiia's voice, using my mind as a platform to fight against the darkness. But when this heavenly choir had spoken, I knew exactly whom it was.




My hold over the lightsaber slackened as my helmet had tilted towards the sky. The battle around me had drifted into another universe, fading away only to be replaced by a warm white light bathing me in it's glow. I had felt this way once before, it had given me the strength I needed to carry on. In this tunnel of light I had beheld a woman. She was covered only by a simple cloth of bleached white linen. Angelic wings had sprouted from her back, and were spread wide. Her unmistakable hair, kissed by the fire, bounced upon an invisible breeze. And her eyes, once a piercing ice blue now glowing white, had stared down at my wretched form. Sadness enveloped her lips as they curled into a frown. I thought never to see her again, that what happened before was a mere circumstance. Clearly I was proven wrong.

Her voice was heavenly, despite the despair clinging to her every word. My heart surged with both reverence and joy. Something I had not felt since being entombed within the iron lung. Her angelic hand had touched my face, not my helmet, but the scorched flesh underneath. She saw through my Vader visage to the being underneath. The necrotic flesh, the exposed cranium, and the clouded eyes saved only by the technology of science. My emotions had gotten the better of me. Stinging tears had begun to flow freely down what was left of my cheeks. It was painful, yet I could not stop. The cloud of darkness that hovered at the back of my mind surged forth and claimed my distracted mind for it's own.



Anger surged through my bones as the zealot before me had gained ground in my minds absence. My helmet sprung forward and smashed against the skull of my opponent. The Mandalorians would call that a Keldable Kiss. Bone's and cartilage shattered as my head surged forward. A sudden and violent cry of agony emerged from the man's lips, silenced own by the lack of connection from his brain. I had hit him with such force that his skull had shattered and the pieces caved inwards, carving into the brain that lay underneath. His corpse crumbled and his saber was left deactivated and smoking. The cultists surrounding me had been taken aback. They say the cloud that overtook my mind. They saw the darkness within me, saw how it was caged beneath pillars of discipline.

They were the one's whom had broken the lock and left the door ajar. Now they would be the one's to taste it's unleashed fury.
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Post Sun Sep 09, 2012 6:21 pm

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*Sweat beaded across my forehead and ran down the side of my face as a soft breeze rustled my messy white hair. Sparks cascaded from the blade lock I found myself in with the two dark sider's as they pressed my defenses, attempting to find a weakness. Narrowing my eyes, I showed no fear as I stared straight into the depths of their own bloodshot eyes, marred and tainted by the dark side.

I was not afraid. I had been a slave to the dark side before and while it still existed within me, it was a power I had been able to keep at bay.

The cultist nearest to me flashed a sick grin full of yellowed, perhaps rotting, teeth as he applied even more strength against my blade. I knew when it came down to a battle of strength, that was one fight I could not win and I had to figure out a course of action that would end this blade lock before it became the end of me. Momentarily flicking my gaze in Arcanus' direction, I watched with cold eyes as he swung about his newly won lightsaber before returning my attention to the two men pressing their attack.

Then I heard it. Someone crying out with such emotion that it sent chills down my spine as it reverberated within the Force, sending ripples through the fabric that surrounded me. At first I thought one of the Arkanians had gotten in the way, but then I felt it before realizing it. It had come from Arcanus. Not knowing what had taken place, my first thought was that he was in trouble and without having time to pause and look, I acted. Pushing the blades of my saberstaff against those of the cultists' with all the strength I could muster, I removed one hand from the hilt and summoned the Force into my palm before releasing it into the chest of the man in front of me, taking him by surprise and sending him flying away from me. A quick twist of my body, the midnight blue tabards of my outfit swinging in tandem with my hips as I pivoted and landed a well placed kick in the centre of the remaining cultist's stomach, sending him careening into a duracrete wall. He wasn't going to be getting back up, judging by the way he slumped over as he sunk to the ground.

Flicking my white hair from my eyes, I stole a glance in Arcanus' direction -- one look was all I needed and it was almost as if I could see the raw power seeping from his every pore. It hung about him like a fog, his emotions running rampant as I watched him dispatch the men who had been foolish enough to charge him in such a volatile manner I was almost taken aback myself. I began to wonder if he even had control of himself anymore -- in all the time I had known him, I had never seen him quite like this -- savage and frenzied almost.

The fear was palpable, but apparently one cultist was still a few brain cells short of the average IQ and was about to strike at Arcanus from behind. Flicking the secondary blade of my saberstaff off, I threw it at the cultist and raced after it. My aim had been true as it skewered him straight through the chest a split second before I landed atop him and retrieved my blade. There had been scarce few other than Arcanus that I had been so protective over from day 1.

Holding my saberstaff out defensively in front of me, I positioned myself behind Arcanus, igniting the secondary blade once more as I stared down the dark siders in front of me.*
"I've got your back..." *I called over my shoulder, my face highlighted by the white glow of my saber.

I wasn't going to even bother to ask if he was okay, not because it wasn't exactly the time or place, but because I already knew the answer to that. He wasn't. I didn't know what had happened, but he was one of the few people I shared such a strong bond with that I could tell when things were not okay without any words even being exchanged. He'd been acting strange all day and I had finally decided to give him the benefit of the doubt for now. There would be plenty of time for questions later..*
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Post Mon Sep 10, 2012 7:55 pm

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His body was no longer his to command. Arcanus had merely become a puppet to a will that was not his own. His consciousness was trapped within his own mind, dreaming a woman he had lost to the fires of war. It was something he had never forgiven himself for, thus making the hold his puppeteer held over him all the stronger. The cultist, whom suffered such a blow to the head, had died instantaneously. His lifeless body crumbled under it's own weight and joined those resting in peace beneath the Jedi's feet. There were only two of these cultists that remained standing, odds that were infantile when compared to just a few moments ago. If Arcanus noticed the sudden appearance of his mentor behind him, he showed no regard. He was truly lost in the darkness without a lamp to light his way. Underneath the mechanical respiration that shattered the silence, a guttural growl emanated from his cracked lips.

Within his mind, he stood vigilant before the shade of a lover lost amongst the tides. This happened to me before, I knew she held the power to come to me when I needed her the most. It was strange that she came to me now, in the midst of a small brawl in the streets of Arkania. She had never done this before, perhaps she had decided it was for the best. To let my body do as it may as my mind had embraced her angelic touch. That seemed like the best idea, to let her take away the pain I endured to be with her one more time. I enjoyed it, and I knew she did too. Her hands caressed my face, making my skin pimple in excitement. The luminous warmth her hands had bore was complete decadence to me. Bereft of such love, I had almost forgotten what it felt like. My scorched lips formed a thin smile. I was living this moment in complete bliss.

Without, my body had taken on a more feral pose. I was an animal clad in ebony, caged by the visage of Vader, and enslaved by another. Anger had become me, fueling my broken body with power I had not felt since I was a youthful knight. My blood boiled with a rage borne from someone else and had fueled my soul. I had become a living embodiment of everything I had once stood against. I was rage incarnate. My wrath could not be stopped, only unleashed. With the collar loose and a cultist poised to strike, my hand had shot up. Transparent tendrils of the force burst forth from my fingers, wrapping themselves about the poor man's throat. He was my victim, and soon he would find death to be the only peace in his life. His feet had lifted from the ground as I had raised my arm. His life had hung in the balance, and my body began to savour the kill. It relished the silent screams of agony emanating from his lips. My body craved for more.

The tendrils began to tighten as my fist began to clench. Ever so slowly did this man's soul fade away into oblivion. Moment to moment, he watched helplessly in terror as he died before one of his brethren. To his comrade, such a display of hatred was astonishing. You could see it in his eyes as he watched in horror. There was nothing he could do when a servant of the enemy had displayed a power that his master had commanded so fluently. A choking cough soon shattered the man from his momentary emotional setback. Instinct took over. He would not let his friend die this day. No, he would strike while this skull faced demon kept his focus upon the airborne brother. I turned my head to meet the gaze of confidence that had taken over the cultist. His hopes of saving grace had instantly been put to the torch as I gazed upon him. I finally clenched my fist together and let the corpse hit the ground with a deafening impact.

I knew that this cultist would flee, it was typical human nature when faced with something scarier than ones self.




I had called after him as he started to run. An audible laughter was cast from my suit as his move was cut short. He was starting to run in place, slowly dragging back debris and flesh as I had pulled him towards me. He was my puppet and he would endure a fate most foul. Yes, foul indeed. The pull was slow and steady, no need to rush his death without garnering a gift for the woman I had taken as my mentor. She needed answers as to why they were here, why they were slaughtering her people. I sought to give her those, to seem like I had gone off the deep end only as a scare tactic, to easily get the information from their broken minds. She would ask me questions, of that I had no doubt. But her mind would be to distracted to concern herself with my answers.

With my free hand, I had pointed my humming blade towards the man's back. His eyes had managed to turn about and see what he was to bring about his end. I could feel his fear, the scent of it was hanging heavily upon the air, ensnaring me with it's dark shroud. I was fully immersed in the bliss of this moment. He screamed in terror as his body drifted closer.


"Don't kill me!" He screamed. "Anything I have, it's yours! Just don't... don't kill me!"



His back crashed against the hilt of my saber. The blade extinguished. He dropped to the ground, a small puddle formed beneath him and tears fell freely from his eyes. He thought he was going to die, in the most helpless way possible. To take away that control over fate, scared the very soul in it's death throes. I watched his pathetic, mewling form turn to face me. He could not stop thanking me for choosing to spare his life. Why he wasted his breath upon the imposing figure before him? I have no idea. But I decided that it was time to take advantage of the scene I had created.

An audible breath.

"To draw the one... whom strides the suns from hiding." I tilted my head, keeping the appearance of shock and interest playing throughout my body. "My master... seeks... Arkania was the beacon... we had set aflame. The pyre... Innocents were the kindle and we... we chosen few... were the consuming fire."

Yet another breath.

He spat at my feet, an act of defiance from some shred of courage he had left. I knew he would not speak no more, not when he had said enough. Tendrils of darkness had flew from my fingers and once again wrapped themselves around his wretched form. He had failed me, a voice had called off in the distance. In a flash, the saber was humming and active. The cultist's body hung limply in the air, a blade of crimson protruding from his heart. A silent gasp had escaped his lips as his life had ended. Crashing to the ground, my fingers had left go of the weapon I held. My foot had lcome down upon the cylinder, crushing it underfoot. It's song of death, silenced forevermore. The cloud that had taken control of my mind had started to cut all of it's strings. My mind was once again mine, suddenly surrounded by the recently slain. Kiana was gone. She vanished. No lingering goodbyes as she left like the last time. No trace of her form ever having touched my covered face.

I turned to face Arhiia, joy overtaking my voice as it was emulated through my vocabulator.


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Post Tue Sep 11, 2012 1:02 pm

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*Through it all I turned and watched. I could see that Arcanus was losing control and part of me wanted to step in and interfere, but an even greater part of me felt no pity for these men. They had come to my home and attacked my people, mercy was the last thing they would get from me. Eyebrows furrowed, a stern expression plastered across my face, I found myself unable to turn away or tune out the events unfolding before me. I was in shock, but it didn't show because I had no idea I was in shock to begin with.

Once upon a time I had been a master of the Jedi Order, now I was confused...what had happened?

I should feel some sense of remorse, some pity. Nothing. I felt no anger, no hatred either. It was a strange sense of nothingness that had suddenly swept over me, suffocating like a blanket of darkness. Ice blue eyes glued to the cultist on his knees before Arcanus, I relaxed slightly -- he was the last -- the immediate threat had ended for the time being, so I clipped my saberstaff to my belt once more. My attention had begun to drift until Arcanus spoke directly to me.*


"Arcanus, she's dead. Been that way for years now..." *I said plainly, almost casually, straight to the point as I stared at the ground. I was still processing what had just happened and some of it was finally starting to sink in. Crossing an arm over my chest, I reached up and thoughtfully rubbed my chin as I chewed my lip. Pausing, I finally looked up at him inquisitively,* "Who else knew you were coming here? To Arkania, I mean?" *Tilting my head, I studied him through a piercing gaze.

My mind had already unraveled the riddle between the lines except I was not quite privy to all of the answers just yet.

For a moment I wondered what was going on within the confines of his mind, it was almost as if he wasn't quite himself during the fighting -- as if he had somehow just "checked out." These were not powers I had ever taught him, course we had been in and out of one another's lives for many years now, so another source would have to be accounted for. But still....it was plausible that he could have picked up things elsewhere. Something still did not feel right and I wasn't so sure it was due to the carnage and overbearing atmosphere that hung around me since the riots had begun.

But what did Kiana have to do with all of this? There were so many seemingly unrelated pieces to this puzzle that it was mind boggling to try to piece them together.*
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Post Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:29 pm

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She was dead. Even though I knew it was true, having witnessed it with my own eyes. It was still heart breaking to hear all over again. This was the only wound that would not heal, the one that cut deeper than any blade. I could still remember the glaze over top her eyes as I held her dying form. The assassin's blade still buried beneath her body glove. The blood staining her face and mine. The pained whispers of love, drowned out by the sounds of my sorrow. It was all to much to bare, I couldn't handle the despair gripping my heart once more. Not as I was, not as a man giving life to the past. I could not turn into the fallen one. Though the differences now were sparse, our lives were different. I held true to the light throughout my sorrow, he did not. It was in that moment when she had told me that my wife had died, that a tear had fell from my eye. As it cascaded across my face it burned, a silver of what festered within.

I had said, sorrow hanging heavily from my erstwhile monotone voice. My head had hung low as I admitted this, as if I could scarcely believe it myself.

It took me a moment to collect myself, compartmentalizing my thoughts and to focus upon the burning city. There were greater things at work here, and I had already avenged my love's death. She could rest in peace knowing his body was scattered to the winds. That was enough for me to be at ease with her loss, though never truly able to move on. Switching my line of thought towards my arrival here, I had not told anyone I had come. The only ones that knew were the Republic personnel I had arrived with, and they couldn't have contacted anyone. I would've felt the the malicious intent behind something this catastrophic. So as it seemed, we were stuck at square one.

Inhaling deeply and turning my gaze upon my mentor, I had told her of what I knew. Despite being nothing, I still had to keep her from falling into the dark. Information was victory, they say. The more of it you have, the better your chances would be to emerge unscathed and bathing in glory.




As I had thought of all those familiar faces, my eyes had drifted towards the fallen cultists laying about our feet. In life, there was nothing familiar about these men, their acts to strange to even comprehend. As they lay dead however, a spark of remembrance had shot through my mind.



I had been the harbinger of Adascopolis' doom. In coming back to this place, I had cosigned it's death at the hands of those I once respected. I had brought these cultists here aboard my ship, they were once supposedly devout to the Republic and the Order there after. I was sure of it when I had assigned them all to my crew! Yet here one of them lay, his face ritually scarred and his betrayal evident.

My vocabulator had broadcast, as my foot had turned the man's face skyward.
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Post Mon Sep 24, 2012 6:15 pm

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Shaking my head, I reached up and ran a hand through my white hair, brushing it out of my face. Taking a deep breath, I sighed in resignation and walked towards Arcanus. The air had a metallic scent that hung like a cloud around us. The smell of blood. It was almost nauseating, but definitely added an edge to my attitude since it wasn't something I could readily filter out and effectively ignore.

"I'm sorry.." I spoke softly as I came to stand next to him. "It doesn't matter how right I am," Extending my arm out towards him, I placed my hand on his bicep, since I couldn't easily reach his shoulder, and gave a reassuring squeeze. A distraught, downtrodden expression crossed my face as I looked at him. "I was still being an insensitive choobies.." I admitted as the corner of my mouth turned upwards in a lopsided grin.

And I was being a bit of an choobies, there was plenty of truth in that statement. This turn of events had made me cranky and callous. How quickly it seemed I had forgotten the pain that was brought about by losing a loved one. I was more than sympathetic for my friend, but like always emotion hijacked logic.

Studying him with a contemplative gaze as he came to the realization about his crew, I sighed and followed his line of sight. Now this was something to consider. It seemed those we chose to trust the most were those who hid the greatest darkness within. I frowned as my tense expression softened.


"Don't blame yourself." I wasn't reading his mind through the Force, but I knew Arcanus well enough to know pretty much what was going through his mind right now. I gave his arm another gentle squeeze, turning my icy blue eyes towards him. "You had no way of knowing." And it was the truth that I spoke. Ferocity swelled up within my breast at the admission that these men were supposed to be on our side and was reflected in a nexus of fire swirling within my eyes.

"They are only to blame for their actions.."
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Post Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:06 pm

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Post Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:57 pm

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Defiantly crossing my arms over my chest, I cocked a knee, and scowled at Arcanus. I had known betrayal exactly the same as he knew now, several times in fact. The first of which had been when I was just a child and though I didn't remember most of it, just knowing that allies of my family had arranged for their executions was enough to make it sting. The second instance was 6 years ago during the break out of the first Arkanian civil war. Nearly my whole cabinet had betrayed me that time around. It was as if Arkania gave life to such a volatile atmosphere, as if the planet itself thrived off of betrayal fueled by power grabs and the like. It was the only constant variable.

Maybe this planet was so tainted by evil that not even the Jedi could cleanse it, I mused.

I was about ready to object to Arcanus and point out the stupidity of his statement, yes, it seemed the tendency to be an choobies struck me quite often as of late, but I was waylaid when I began to feel rather faint. For a split second there was no silence, there was no noise. Everything and nothing filled the air at the same time. Like thunder without a sound. It hurt everywhere, but it also brought me pleasure. I was confused. Reaching into the Force I plucked a small stream from its current, diverting it for my own use as I threw up my mental barriers.

I stumbled as the earth beneath my feet seemed to destabilize momentarily and frantically scrambled to catch myself on the fallen stone column off to my side, briefly noticing Arcanus struggling against the very same thing out of the corner of my eye. I felt fear for the first time in a very long time. And then the pressure against my mental barriers increased tenfold before ceasing altogether. Leaning against the stone, it was cool against the pale blue skin of my face as I took a moment to catch my breath, heart beating in my ears as my vision darkened. Something warm and wet dripped down my cheek, tickling my skin almost. Sweat? No. I looked down at the pale white stone now newly stained a bright crimson hue. Steadying myself, I pushed off the column and turned towards Arcanus, the crimson of my blood tracing a bold line from the corner of one eye and down my cheek. Bringing a shaky hand up to my face, I recoiled as I pulled my slender fingers away, now wet with my own blood.

My attention was redirected as I heard a shrill scream emit from a woman who had just stumbled onto the street, the noise itself was almost painful to listen to and it struck a cord within me that raised my blood pressure even higher. Her eyes. Ears. Blood was streaming down her face and as she shook with such violent tremors, I shivered, but could not look away.

Eyes widening at the events unfolding before me, I swallowed hard -- audibly -- I could do nothing as I stood there staring at the lifeless form of the woman who had collapsed. I was clearly distressed and perplexed at the same time.


"What in chaos...?" I whispered softly -- mostly to myself -- as a gentle breeze caressed my face and tousled my hair. I had never felt weaker than I did in that moment and it made me just want to cry. Slowly turning to look at Arcanus, I knew right then and there that I could be the stalwart warrior I needed to be. My resolve had never been stronger. "Hmm... I don't suppose you neglected to mention /that/ being in your cargo hold before landing, eh?" I said halfheartedly, referring to whatever creature had made such a godawful sound, as I attempted to make light of the situation at hand.
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Post Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:37 pm

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In the Heart of Adascopolis..

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Post Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:14 pm

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While I could not see Arcanus' face, I could feel his scowl and slight annoyance at me through the force. I was being an choobies again. He already felt responsible enough and I was just compounding it, no doubt. My smile faded as my expression shifted to one of absolute seriousness, delicate features marred by the sobering reality that lay before us.

I could feel it. A ravenous hunger. My eyes were drawn towards the heart of Adascopolis. It was a familiar feeling. Frantic. Aberrant. Savage and feral. The dark side of the force.

Inhaling sharply as the shroud of darkness fogged my mind, I unconsciously took a step back, eyes remaining glued to the centre of the city. I was quick to encompass myself with a cloak of light, driving the darkness from my mind. Running my hands through my hair, I pulled it into a single braid that hung halfway down my back before my eyes darted over to Arcanus. Without even asking, I could tell that he felt it too and like I, was mentally preparing himself for whatever we were going to encounter.
"I have a bad feeling about this.." I breathed as the winds picked up around us, a sure sign that a storm was brewing on the horizon.



"What the kriff is that?"

I whispered, blunt as ever in my speech. Arcanus and I had spent the better part of the past two hours making our way through Adascopolis. It was slow going since we avoided as many of the cultists as we possibly could, trying to draw less attention to ourselves. As soon as darkness had fallen across the decrepit remains of the city we were able move faster, but not by much due to the weather. Snow lightly began to dust the landscape as we progressed and quickly evolved into slick sheets of ice.

Resting my chin on folded hands, I crawled forward on my stomach to get a better view as I pulled out a pair of electrobinoculars we had come across while traversing the city. We found a partially collapsed building near the gathering of cultists and made ourselves at home atop what remained of the roof. My breath fogged in the air as I strained to see what was taking place far below us. One figure caught my eye, dressed in copper armour that glittered in what little light was present. He had assumed dominance in every facet of his interactions with the other cult members. He had to be the leader.

Turning my eyes back to the technobeasts, I rubbed my chin thoughtfully before I leaned closer to Arcanus and spoke softly.
"Have you ever seen anything like this? It's gotta be Sith Magic, I know that much, but the rest is beyond me..." I had never seen anything like this in my life and as I watched the cultists, I was both perplexed and unnerved by it all.

Several other beasts had risen from the ground since we had started observing the city square. Brushing a stray piece of white hair from my face, a shudder made its way down the length of my body, not from the cold, but from the sheer magnitude of the dark side energies that were building to a climax. We were only two and I wasn't quite sure how we were going to combat this. I had already checked earlier, but planetary communications were being jammed and monitored. There was no calling for backup this time.


"What do you think we should do?"

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Post Mon Oct 08, 2012 9:06 am

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Violence Incarnate. The only words I could find to truly describe the technological terrors that were removing themselves from the ground. Arhiia and I had bore witness to the dark arts that had morphed and changed this beast into what it now was. She was just as shocked as I was, though in truth she was more vocal about it. Throughout my time as a Jedi, her company had meant the blunt and honest truth. Sure, she was an choobies. There was no doubts about that fact. But in a galaxy filled with secrets and lies, the brutal honesty was a welcome change. As my mind had tried to find the light at the end of the tunnel, it could not stop thinking of Arhiia. The darkness must be bringing the worst out in us both. I willingly admit that I had feelings for her, she gave me a new life in which I believe I have lived well. She turned me from my criminal roots and brought me into the fold of the Jedi Order.

Though it was fractured and scattered about the galaxy, I did not falter in the face of the seemingly victorious Sith factions. I was heralded as a Hero when I had freed Coruscant from it's deadlock. The system was plagued by war, changing hands literally day and night. The stories have stylized me fighting off wave after wave of Sith Soldiers at the precipice of the Temple steps. Though the climax was exaggerated grossly, the truth was not far off. I had fought at the lip of the temple stairs against an army of Sith Troopers, though I was not alone. Hundreds of weary Republic soldiers stood at my back and fought harder than any men I have seen before. I tolerated these lies, only because it boosted the morale of the men I aimed to serve and protect.

Here, such feats would be almost impossible. I could not live up to my own legend that I had let get out of control. I could not leap from this tall building and rush this dark cabal, nor could I see a way to destroy these beasts; forged by hatred and bound by metal. We were once again surrounded by enemies, cut off from support, and in a ruin looking out into the heart of darkness. It was like Anobis all over again. My tormented flesh had crawled in horror as my mind had sent ne back to those dark days. The Sith had made their counter offensive against our army of light's advance from the Core. Anobis was the home of the Emerald Jedi order, a major player in the unification talks between the shattered pieces of the Jedi order. Brutally assaulted and nearly wiped from the map, the forces of the Republic had finally arrived to counter invade. Flanking them with precision and cutting through the ranks. Yet we were out numbered; a factor of ten to one.

It was then, that I had broken my own spirit with the death of tens of thousands. A devastating strike from the orbital Republic fleet had torn into the city below. Buildings turned to slag. Flesh dissolved to ash. Lives had simply ended with nothing more than a whimper. Innocent and guilty alike had died that day, and it was that fact alone I could never atone for the sins I have wrought. I had essentially become a fallen Jedi from that point on, afflicted by depression my actions from there on in were less than exemplary. After settling upon an unsteady and unofficial ceasefire, the Jedi and Sith had turned tail and returned to their holdings. It gave us time to breathe, but the cost was far too high. Killing Sith, in a way was righteous. Killing an innocent life however, that goes against everything that we Jedi are. I couldn't cope and I've done many a terrible thing since then because of it.

Feeling the sting of a tear forming upon my scorched eyelid, I blinked the painful thoughts away and began to think as clearly as possible. We were now surrounded by the roving bands of cultists, flocking to their master to see the gift he would bestow upon them. They would be easy enough to cut down on our way to gather support, but then whose to say that this dark apostle figure would not garner more of these vile machines to his banner? They alone had the stench of sith magic; the greasy taste of ozone. Perhaps they were beings bound to this leader figure, thus if that was the case then it would be simple to scatter this cult to the wind. A surgical strike that knocked the head from the snake. It was the only option, we had to take the chance.


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"Alright, we'll do this together then.."

My tone was a bit apprehensive, almost lackadaisical in nature. I didn't doubt that we couldn't get the job done together, just that we would come out of this one on the other side. Though if anyone could accomplish such a feat, it was Arcanus and I. Inhaling deeply, I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath the whole time I was waiting for his answer and as my breath fogged the air once more, I put the electrobinoculars down between Arcanus and myself. Bowing my head and placing it in my hands, I squeezed my eyes shut as I ran my hands through my hair, balling them up into fists.



And that was when it hit me, I was angry.

I hadn't even realized it at first, but now I was completely aware. When I first sent a comm to Arcanus, beckoning him to Arkania, I had imagined we would go gallivanting around the planet poking fun at the Jedi Order and catching up on one another's lives. He was quite possibly my oldest and dearest friend. While our friendship started with him trying to kill me, it had blossomed into so much more, and at one point in time I had even entertained the thought of us becoming romantically involved. So much had happened since the last time we spoke and now I was pissed off that these cultists had ruined the time I had planned to spend with my best friend.

I had received intensive training, but nothing ever prepared me for this. Was there a class I had missed taking back in the temple of The Emerald Order on Anobis? What to do when clinically insane Sith cultists take over your planet and outnumber you 10 to 1. So instead I open my eyes, swallow against the sickness inside and inch back from the ledge, turning over on my back to look up at the night sky. I must take this helpless, blinding fury and turn it into resolve as I was taught to do. I will survive. Arcanus will survive and I will see my enemy surrender. . . The anger slowly gave way to confidence.




Sitting up and crossing my legs, I smoothed my robes out then clasped my hands together and held them to my mouth, blowing into them in attempts to warm up a bit. Even I was beginning to feel chilled out here in the snow fall.

That was when I felt it.

Whumpf. Whumpf. Whumpf. It was like thunder without a sound, reverberating in my chest and echoing in my mind. Icy blue eyes widened, I turned my head to the sky and spoke in hushed tones to Arcanus.


"Wait..." I held my hand out and gestured towards him, emphasizing my words in the process. "My dragons.." I murmured as my eyes remained fixated on the sky, scanning it in hopes of stealing a glimpse of their glittering scales against the night sky. I knew I wouldn't be able to see them, since they were circling the upper atmosphere, but it didn't keep me from hoping. Not even the Sith would be able to sense them at that height, which would work to our advantage.



Standing to my feet, I wrap my arms around myself, continuing to rub my hands together and then turn my gaze to Arcanus. "Be ready to move. And fast." Eyes glittering like embers amongst the ruins of a long forgotten fire, I begin to mentally steel myself against the darkness. It would do us no favour if the Sith know we are coming. "Take point and head straight for their leader, I'll provide the distraction and firepower.." Grinning like a Nexu, I take a deep breath and touch minds with both of my dragons. They are semi-sentient creatures enhanced with cybernetics, so touching minds with them is both a jolting and enthralling experience.

Without the darkness, the light has no meaning. Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that.
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Pausing a moment, I impassively watched as Arcanus disappeared over the ledge of the building and dropped into a kneeling position in order to peer over the side. Satisfied, I closed my eyes and rekindled the connection between myself and the two Arkanian Dragons circling overhead. Blindly reaching out, I held fast to the ledge of the building as if to anchor myself within this reality before diving in.



Inhaling sharply as I was forced back into my flesh and blood body far below, I blinked rapidly as the world regained focus. Such a surge of force power would no doubt go unnoticed by the cultists below, so I knew moving from my current position would be pertinent to my survival. Throwing all caution to the wind, I dropped over the side of the dilapidated building that had served as our momentary base of operations and as soon as my feet hit the ground, the city square was suddenly alight with fire as my pair of Arkanian Dragons swooped down from the sky.

Like white bullets, they hurdled through the cultists taking them out left and right, creating a firestorm before concentrating on the technobeasts. Suddenly the world erupted in chaos. Yet it was as silent as ever. The roaring of the walls of fire that had been sown around the city square seemed to drown out all of the blood curdling screams of the cultists as they burned alive. The air quickly became laden with the smell of burning flesh.

Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I drew my sabrestaff and depressed the activation switch as the blades sprung to life with their characteristic snap-hiss. My midnight blue were bathed in a pale white light as I picked my way through the city square.

Something primal stirred within me and my blue skin prickled with goosebumps. A light dusting of snow continued to fall from the sky, melting before it even reached the ground and that already on the ground was quickly becoming stained with crimson. I looked about as lightning flashed high in the sky overhead and the backdrop was accented with the occasional roar of one of the dragons. I was searching in vain for Arcanus, but I seemed to have lost track of him after I descended to the ground. Head on the swivel, I continued scanning the scene before me -- though I knew it was useless and incredibly likely that I would not find him in this mess -- I had to get to higher ground.


~ Sithspit! Sithspit! Where is he? What the kriff happened to doing this together?! ~

Gritting my teeth, my face set in a scowl; I bounded up the nearest pile of rubble and deactivated my sabrestaff before taking a running jump onto the exposed pipe system that attached to one of the buildings which ran adjacent to the city square. The pipes barely swayed beneath my weight as I found my centre of balance atop them. Logic told me that I could use the pipe system to skirt around the edges of the city centre in order to reach the dais where I had last laid eyes on the cultists' leader. Even without Arcanus by my side, I knew I had to stick to the plan we made before all hell broke loose. I was high enough above the ground that I wouldn't attract attention if I was quiet and could evade being torched by one of my dragons in the process.

Light on my feet, I strode along like the graceful Coruscani dancers I used to love to watch when I was younger. It seemed my gymnastics training was finally finding some use here. Halting my progress for a moment, I surveyed the pipe work in front of me -- the pipe dropped off and ran vertical for a while before resuming its horizontal course along the duracrete wall about 45 feet away from me.

No problem.

Taking a running start, I launched myself off one end of the pipe and sailed halfway across the opening before catching a smaller pipe jutting from the wall, flipping around it like a trapeze before tucking my body into a flip and landing on the continuation of the pipe system.


"Sweet mother of chaos..." I whispered to myself as I straightened and released the breath I had unknowingly been holding all along. "I really am getting too old for this.."

Resuming my mission along the pipe system, I finally came in sight of the dais where the leader of the cultists stood. Apparently or seemingly alone. I stopped to crouch and survey the situation, looking around for Arcanus again -- not finding him once more. Biting the inside of my cheek, I stroked my chin thoughtfully before deciding on a course of action. Unhooking my saberstaff, I unexpectedly dropped down from the pipe system and landed on the dais in a crouch, facing the leader.

Slowly I rose to my full height, icy blue eyes set upon him in a piercing gaze. Armour of glittering copper, sapphire, and silver coalescing to form what would appear to most, an opposing figure. The look of amusement reflecting in his worn emerald green eyes taunted me and though I could not see his lips, his smirk rose to touch his eyes -- mocking me. I stood poised -- statuesque -- empowered by my confidence and driven by the pain I felt seeping into the Force around me. Auras clashing within the force, almost visibly; the air around us rose in temperature and crackled with power.

This was the dance of a predator and its prey.

Though it was not yet clear which was which. Muscles tensing in anticipation, I felt everything that he was in this moment, everything that he would be; I did not recognise him nor his intentions. He felt foreign to me and commanding in nature; not an authority I recognised. Wary of my movements, cautious of his oppression, I stood out of his reach. Idly flipping my deactivated sabrestaff in my left hand, I began to pace a wide circle around him. He reeked of the dark side and while I was a Jedi, first and foremost, I had since decided there would be no second chances tonight. There would be no mercy.

Lightning flashed far overhead, lighting the landscape around us before returning us to the darkness' embrace. My train of thought was derailed as several cultists seemingly appeared out of nowhere, walking to stand between myself and their leader as the lightning illuminated their forms. I was nearly blinded each and every time the lightning struck, so I was forced to rely upon the Force in order to ascertain the positions of my enemies. A lopsided grin slowly traced its way across my lips as I sunk down into a defensive stance and dared the cultists to give it their best shot.

He thought I was overconfident, it didn't need to be said for me to be able to feel the cultist leader's thoughts permeate through the Force. I would show him overconfidence. A brief flash of light revealed that the cultists had spread out to surround me on all sides and the first two charged me the moment the darkness settled in.

All too easy.

The man running straight at my front was the first to reach me; I ducked a right hook, sidestepped a swipe of his crimson sabre before quickly turning 180 degrees to meet the woman attempting to take me by surprise from behind, and drove my elbow into the bridge of her nose before briefly igniting one of the brilliant white blades of my sabre to cut straight through her midsection. Hardly turning an inch, I directed a force push towards the other cultist and launched him into a wall of fire. The screams of a dying man hardly phased me and I did not miss a step. Two more cultists charged in from my right side, so I entangled the Force around the man I had just tossed into the fire and propelled his flaming corpse into his two comrades. One caught on fire and spent his final moments writhing on the ground as the skin peeled and evaporated from his skeleton. The other shrugged off his robes and tossed his lightsabre in my direction, a crimson arc tracing its way through the air. I tucked into a roll and dived out of the way though the sabre seemed to spin wide of me. Shoddy aim, I thought. It was a matter of a second after I regained my footing when an explosion sent me flying across the length of the dais, skidding and wildly rolling off the edge and out into the chaos of the city square. There were a few barrels of flammable biomedical waste in the background that I had carelessly missed during my survey of the area.

My battered body finally came to a stop and I struggled to pick myself up as I heard the footsteps of the cultist fast approaching. Rolling over, I used the Force to grab a piece of debris from the fires that surrounded me on all sides and as he cleared the fiery wall of my sanctuary, I lobbed the debris at him and sent him back into the fire.

This was getting ridiculous. I should have sensed his intentions. The dark side was overpowering here, but surely it couldn't completely blot out the light, could it?


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Arcanus Sunstrider
Hero of Coruscant, Butcher of Anobis.



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Lord Ahriman
The Fateweaver.



"Lady Concordia!" "Do you like what I've done with your world?" "You can not hope to stop a demi-god, Arii." "Submit, and Arkania will be spared!"



"What say you Ice Queen?!"
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It had been decreed: there would be no mercy. There would be no second chances.

In the chaos of it all, I recognized the look of triumph reflecting within the eyes of the man I opposed. Though we were separated by several metres, it was unmistakable -- my eyes followed the path Ahriman's gaze etched through the darkness as fires flickered within the central square, shadows dancing across the walls -- unintelligible forms coalescing into figures like those of a spectre in the dead of night. I was mystified as my eyes darted through the darkness, briefly taking this respite in action to catch my breath -- the cool air felt harsh within my lungs, like taking in handfuls of sand with every ragged breath I drew. It was an unpleasant sensation.

Then I saw what he had been watching. Arcanus! I wanted to cry out to him, but my voice was lost within my throat and I was filled with despair as our predicament became increasingly clearer. I could not see with my own eyes that life still inhabited his body, but I could feel his life burning within the force -- burning a hateful hue of crimson. Anger would always be your downfall, dear Arcanus and Anobis learned me my lesson. Just that he was alive meant that we still had a chance. A flash of copper by Arcanus' prone body caught my eye, it was the other cultist that had stood out to me before.

Narrowing my eyes in exasperation, I was torn between my mission objective and coming to the rescue of a dear friend. What would Arcanus do? He would complete the objective -- taking out the cultist leader. But I could not resign myself to such narrow minded thinking. Perhaps it was folly on my part, but I was bound and determined to get both he and I out of this one alive. Alas, with that determination came a gut feeling, a macabre and foreboding feeling that this would be our last adventure together. Neither would live to see the next dawn, but only one would survive.

Slowly pushing myself up off the ground, I listened to Ahriman gloating over his destruction of my home planet and all I could do was laugh. Laugh? Surely I was going mad.
"Submit? If you think I will submit, then you truly are delusional." I boldly stated as I looked up from where I was currently sprawled across the ground before continuing to laugh. "But in case you failed to notice, it is no longer my place to speak for Arkania. I believe you already killed the man I installed in the wake of my resignation as the governing body of this planet."

Pulling myself completely off of the ground, I could now see the way that he was looking at me, hungry with a familiar desire within his eyes. I averted my gaze and did not look at Ahriman, so that I could give off no telltale discomfort. I was caught off guard. It had been quite some time since I had last faced a Sith Lord and thus had briefly forgotten how overbearing they could be. As long as I stayed alive, I would have the upper hand. Slowly blinking my eyes as the cool breeze washed over me, flushing my skin with a full-bodied rosy glow, I reached up to brush my hair away as Ahriman's words fell upon my ears. There was something harmonic -- hypnotizing even -- about his voice as it reached my conscious and gave me pause. It took me a moment to shake the unease off as I indignantly ripped the remains of my outer robes from my shoulders and discarded the midnight blue material, singed and stained with blood, the breeze carrying the fabric a few feet to my left.

Nonchalantly brushing myself off, I threw my hand out and called my saberstaff to hand, clipping it to my belt. I was done playing around and as the fire came to climax within my eyes, I set my gaze upon the man before me -- icy blue eyes piercing through the night as my muscles trembled in anticipation of the release. There was something primal, feral, and dark in the way I desired to make this Sith pay for ever stepping foot upon my homeworld. I had never felt this way before and it was wholly new to me in such a way that it reduced me to nothing more than a virgin lost in her own naivete.

Walking -- sauntering towards him, my pale lips pursed and slowly formed into a smirk. Mere metres and a constellation of fiery debris separated Ahriman and I as I looked directly into my destiny.


"There is nothing that I hope to do and in doing so, I accomplish everything...." It was with this one phrase that I hoped to bring this Sith Lord to his knees. As the Force would mandate, I was provided my opportunity in the most unsuspecting of forms.

As the reek had deftly scaled the crumbling building and thrown itself from the summit, one of the snow white dragons was clipped by the large metallic beast and tumbled to the ground, a tangle of horns and wings. The reek survived the fall and latched onto the dragon by the neck, driving its teeth like a wedge between the armoured plates. As the dragon plummeted from the sky, most eyes were drawn to such a large beast that I took this moment in time -- used this distraction, however minor, to my advantage. Staring Ahriman down, my face remained solemn and emotionless as my body appeared to be engulfed in a light brighter than Olim itself. Surrounded by the darkness, my Force Blinding easily took hold as it grew in intensity from the palm of my hand and left its impression on all who surrounded me -- and I hoped to the point that I would be able to slip away unnoticed into the darkness.

A defeated look reflected within the dragon's eyes as it resigned itself to its fate; screeching once, then twice before falling silent as the technovirus invaded its system. As its armoured plates morphed into something more, metallic in nature, the beast took on a macabre appearance as its white skin slowly bled crimson and black. All activity was severed in the frontal lobes as the technovirus continued its rampage -- what was one a semi-sentient creature had been reduced to a drone capable of a single desire -- to serve its master. Ahriman had won another dejarik piece to his cause.

By the time the commotion had come to rest and the light of my Force Blinding had faded, I was nowhere to be seen, concealing my presence within the force much as my physical appearance had been concealed within the dead of night. I had scaled the nearest remnant of a building that had bordered the city square, hoping to reach Arcanus in time before this other Sith had a chance to inflict any further damage. Time was running out and I could only maintain my cover for so long -- what felt like minutes dragging on was actually only mere seconds -- they were all I had to act to save my friend and my planet. Closing my eyes, I steadied myself upon my perch, looking out at the world with the aid of the force.

It was strange, both in visual sight and sensation.

I could see the steady beating of Arcanus' heart and the Sith encircling his incapacitated form rendered as nothing but a shadow. Opening my eyes and inhaling sharply as the world flooded into focus once more, I made my decision and my move. Silently, effortlessly I dropped down the side of the building and cart wheeled over piles of duracrete -- throwing myself into Varro and with the aid of a well timed force push, sent him flying away.

Exhaling the breath I had unknowingly held, I knew time was not on my side as I rushed over to Arcanus and knelt down next to him, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling his torso closer to me as I attempted to rouse him to consciousness.
"Arcanus!" I hissed, voice ripe with anger and panic as I looked up and scanned the area around us. Nothing but a fiery back drop to our star crossed situation. I shook him again, a little bit harder this time as I hugged his body close to my own. Surveying the situation, I knew I would have difficulty moving him on my own, so my best bet was to try to wake him.

"Arcanus! We don't have much time now...wake up!" I spoke hurriedly once more as I examined his injuries a bit closer now. It only appeared as though the metal encasing his head had been compromised. He would survive for now. To accompany my words, I connected with his conscious within the force; prodded his mind and extended a type of healing tendril out towards him just as I had watched my father do many a time before.

Those we care about were always the ones to pay the price we seemed to owe as Jedi, as fighters of the light. I was not even entirely sure if I was just fooling myself by clinging to such a title anymore or not. Ever since the Order had failed in protecting my father, the once great Grand Master Coral, I had lost my faith in them. For me, it was more of a personal vendetta now. I no longer ascribed to the Jedi Code and had strayed, not far, but still strayed from the path of the Jedi Master I had once been.
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"The offer still stands, regardless of your resistance Lady Concordia. Submit and your planet and it's people will be spared this torment."

"Can you not hear the song of Arkania's lament? The sorrow of it's people, the despair of a planet in it's death throes?" "No, Of course you can't. Your ears are not as attuned to the Primordial truth as mine are. You are blinded by your faith in the anathema, for you can not see the events shaping the galaxy taking place about you. The one truth will Illuminate your doubt. It will show you the wondrous things you've been taught to fear and loathe. It is the force of creation itself, and it can not be denied!"



"Resist all you like Witch, for in the end all souls become one with the darkness. The afterlife your precious Jedi Order preaches is nothing more than a crafted lie to grant your brothers a life without fear of death, blinded by their own foolishness. Though when your time has come, if you take my offer, I can assure you that death will forever avert it's gaze. Side with the forces of Bogan and Immortality shall be yours! Creation itself shall ever more be your ally, and the afterlife shall be nothing more than a broken chain strewn about your feet."



"He's more machine now, than man." "He will not wake for the like of you." "The only thing that can bring him back, is the very thing that he has fought his entire life. One of the primordial truth's great paradoxes, for one to die alone in order to be reborn in the face of creation." "The light, as you know it, is a lie. It breeds stagnation and death. It is the true anathema to the primordial truth. We serve the one true power in a universe of pariah's and heretics. One way or another, we will Illuminate your mind to the truth behind the veil of our fickle galaxy."



"He is the very will of the Annhilator made manifest, and the darkness that you sought to shroud beneath the mountains will be uncovered. Such parlor tricks can not hide the vaults from my master's all seeing eye, for he has foreseen this world burning in it's own folly. He has stared into the depths of time immemorial and seen through the eyes of the one you seek to save. We have seen the door in which you have stored your secrets, an abandoned vault rife with trinkets and tomes. It is useless to resist when your Ashla's trickery has been foiled by Bogan's righteous wrath." "While you still draw breath, submit to the will of creation and end this eternal age of strife."



"Varro..."

"You will get your revenge, my son. Of that I give you my word. For now, leave his broken shell to its own devices as we have more pressing matters at hand."



'As you wish, my master..."

"It is the Jedi way to resist the forces of Bogan. They seek to shackle the uncontrollable and halt the Annihilators relentless advance. Control, Order? They are but words, though powerful as they maybe, they are still just words. It is the action that forms the word and gives it substance, and the Jedi are not inherit beings of action. No, action is the realm in which preside. We, whom had no name till we met the very aspects of creation, upon the cinnamon dusted plains of Korriban." "It will be a shame if you refute my offer of allegiance, as I would very much like your body to be alive and warm when I delve into the depths of this world."



"Oh." "What secrets we shall uncover."
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