Sith House Heretic

[Darth Heretic]

*Tired of being put down and not getting respect, Darth Heretic gathers his group of Sith and storms out of the Sith temple. Where to go? What to do? It then dawns on him of what to do: rebel against the Sith in "power". Show them that we will not be scorned, we are worthy. They shall die a death fit for a jawa.*


My fellow Sith, we shall start anew. There will be a greater Sith Temple, a powerful new generation, a stronger generation, a smarter generation on Aracoun Morion. We will not be scorned by those that do not wish us to be there. We will rise to power, we will bring our nnumbers, we will overpower and outgun these hethen force-users that call themselves "Sith".


*And out of the ground, a Temple arose. And it was a good temple, for it had automatic defenses all around, ion and blaster cannons, as well as a hanger for the Sith ships. It was large (Not as large as teh original), it was blessed by the Sith Spirits, it contained busts of the Sith, marble floors, bantha-flesh pictures, tapestries. It had a formal receiving room, it had a giant table in the main chambers, a round table, with 12 seats, one seat representing each of the 12 houses of the Sith. There were chambers enough to keep 100 people. There was a dungeon and a training facility.*

Welcome, fellow Sith that want to join the brotherhood (http://s2.invisionfree.com/Sith_Brotherhood/index.php)?.You will be welcome, always. If your skills are that good, all the better.

[Tarrian]

Watches in awe as the rebel sith temple is born of hate and evil and slowly walks in upon its completion. Thorn and bishop take their seats, leaving a seat between them. Tarrian then takes her seat with her brother on her right, and Bishop on her left. Calahan Raz then takes his seat on Heretic's left.

"What is your Bidding Master?"

[Mann]

I bid you a fond farewell, for you have a rebellion, how sad.

[Darth Heretic]

*With but a single wave of his hand, Mann is elevated and moved to the door, followed by what felt like a kick in the ass which sends him sailing back into his own Sith thread.*

You are not welcome here, anymore than we are welcome there. :mad:

[Calahan Raz]

*Calahan leaned back a bit in the chair and looked around the grand temple, it was most impressive. He then lowered his gaze and looked around to the other Sith who had gathered there.*

Well my comrades what shall be our first course of action?

[Mann]

Originally posted by Darth Heretic@Aug 26 2003, 06:13 PM
*With but a single wave of his hand, Mann is elevated and moved to the door, followed by what felt like a kick in the ass which sends him sailing back into his own Sith thread.*

You are not welcome here, anymore than we are welcome there. :mad:
again, with the cussing, this is a family oriented thread.

[Miasmo]

OOC: Honest question. Is this just another faction for people to beef up their badass Sith reputations, or will it actually involve an original story? If I can RP in a story, and you have patience with me since I don't usually RP, then I might consider participating, otherwise I'll pass with no offense given or taken. I would rather not get involved in personal Sith grudge wars. It's not in my nature.

[vodo]

please enlighten me oh most dangerouse rebels. Who are you rebeling against. If you are just making another order you shouldnt call the thread The Sith Rebellion it should be called "an exact copy of the existing thread already on the boared "

[Darth Heretic]

Originally posted by Miasma@Aug 26 2003, 02:57 PM
OOC: Honest question. Is this just another faction for people to beef up their badass Sith reputations, or will it actually involve an original story? If I can RP in a story, and you have patience with me since I don't usually RP, then I might consider participating, otherwise I'll pass with no offense given or taken. I would rather not get involved in personal Sith grudge wars. It's not in my nature.
We actualy WILL have plenty of story lines in here. It won't be a sitting around with our collective thumbs in our bums, doing nothing, talking about what the Sith should be doing, we will be proactive and drive the lawless Jedi back, all the way back to the inner core planets. The first order of business is to get the 12 house seats filled, however.

And Vodo, we aren't rebelling agaisnt anyone, we're just not going to be associated with a group of lazy Sith that would rather sit around drinking wine and eating, getting fat, than actually eradicating Jedi.

[vodo]

So I was right it isnt the Sith Rebellion its the "an exact copy of the existing thread already on the boared ". Ahh well you proved me wrong!

[Darth Heretic]

Nope, better than your pathetic excuse of a Sith tribe. You should be ashamed to call yourselves Sith.

[vodo]

Ooh ok so youre rebellion is calling the other sith. So what are you then. The new Sith. Well you cant be since there was a new sith when Dark_Jedi took over. So what are you The Sith take III.
Wow Iam sure every one feels threatend!

[Darth Heretic]

Vodo, just because you are a low person on the totem over there doesn't give you the right to be a cynic in my thread. I'm not invading your precious thread anymore. Besides, if you'd just stop harassing us, we might be able to have fun, warring Sith tribes, or sorts. Both tribes vying for control.

Or are you just scared that we'll run you over, so you are trying to put fear and doubt into us?

[Mann]

your thread huh? whatever happened to everyone can post her, yadda yadda yadda?

And our sith are the only sith. You might as well join the Shadow.

[Darth Heretic]

I was speaking proverbially, Mann. Didn't I already "escort" you out once?

Anyway, lets not all get so huffy about it. We have left your Sith thread. We just wish to be left in peace until the time is right. When it is time to war with the neighboring clans, we'll let you know. style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tongue.gif

[Mann]

yeah, uh huh sure. I think i'll just stay here when i please.

[Darth Heretic]

Well, I can just as easily be a butthead in your thread, but I have left. Why don't you extend the same respect?

[Tarrian]

OOC: Mann, and Vodo, if you want to participate here...fine, but you must do it RP style. If you are going to say something not in character, do it OOC: but please don't post an OOC: unless you have and IC: to go with it. We actually want to RP here. We do not need to just argue about it. You people told us to create our own thread, so that is exactly what we did. Now you are upset. Don't worry, we are not the same as you, you don't even train on this board, you do it on an angel fire site elsewhere. We will be doing all of our training and what not here on this board. And Miasma, you are more then welcome to rp here, and we welcome you and anyone who wants to RP with us.

IC: Tarrian stood and watched the proceedings that were going on, and smiled to herself.

[bodegage]

Sry, Tarrian, you wouldn't follow our rules so there is no chance in hell I'm gonna follow yours. This thread is stupid and I agree with vodo, this is a carbon copy. Can you actually rebel if you weren't even part of the group? Hmm... Also if you are going to have storylines that's gonna be boring. None of the other orders RP in your style. So this is a possible example of your lovely little thread:

IC:

*Tarrian gets a cup of black coffee* Why won't anyone fight us?
*Darth Heretic gets a cup of coffee quadruple caffeine* It's because we are so much smarter than everyone else! Muwahahaha!




Alright for the real Sith that side with me and my fellow leaders, please don't come here and post. It only fulfills them with satisfaction and they begin getting delusions that someone gives a rat's @$$ about there silly little carbon copy thread!

[Mann]

Originally posted by Tarrian@Aug 26 2003, 10:02 PM
IC: Tarrian stood and watched the proceedings that were going on, and smiled to herself.
apparently she's the only one listening to herself

[bodegage]

As long as they have fun....

[Darth Nik]

Nik walks into the room, glances at Heretic, then at Tarrian, and takes a seat at the table.

[bodegage]

Geez, did you folks get bored at the other board or what? This makes no sense. You guys all RP your way at the other board so then for a change you come to this board and instead of RPing with us you RP your own way like the other board. Is it just me or is this a little redundant?

[Blizzard]

Bodegage and Mann, please knock it off. If you don't like the new thread why did you tell them to make their own thread. You should have welcomed new people so you would have more people to RP and battle with. Don't you guys bored talking to yourselves. Why aren't you having fun?

Everyone stop arguing and play nice and by the rules. Everyone is welcome here so stop harping on each other.

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: You "gentlemen" heard the lady, so off with you. style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tongue.gif


Now, LAP, Tarrian, Calahan, Nik, Hatred and Bishop, and myself make 7. If Miasma joins, that means that 8seats are filled. That is enough to begin with, but we will still need 5 to complete us. Who here amongst us can recruit 5 other houses? Tarrian? I know that you are in constant contact with other houses. Sureley you can get 6 others in here? Let me know, regardless, so that we can get started. An army of Sith vampires, Shock troopers, storm troopers and a full fleet take a while to accumulate. The more we have here at the table, the quicker we can accomplish our initial goals.

I suddenly find myself EXTREMELY exhausted. I think I will retire to my chambers for a time. It takes alot of energy to create a temple such as this, on such short notice.

*The Sith Master retires to his chambers. Upon entering, he removes his cloak, tunic and boots, pulls out a prayer rug and kneels down. Closing his eyes, the Sith starts a meditation, clearing his mind of everything. Feeling the Dark side flow inside him, he completely succumbs to the Force, becoming one, both the tool, and the hands that hold it. Sith Majik. A lost art, known to all Sith since time immortal, 40,000 years worth of practice all to come to a head in this one Sith. HE would not let his ancestors down, COULD not let them down. They will guide him on teh correct path, and if they guide him to erradicate these hethen "Sith", then so be it. They will be but a stepping stone on the way to House Heretic beign the greatest Sith house ever.*

[Raynuk]

*A Sith is never without his allies, his friends, his brotherhood. And when one should need aid, others run to their aid They trust each other in life, and learn from eachother in death. Their souls fly the same paths, marching towards their goals without question, without fear. Fore that is the way of a Sith. A Sith is brought up in these beliefs, learning to become one of those whom are called apon. One learns when to call apon his bretheran, and when to die for the sanctity of the order....

Raynuk had grown with these beliefs. He had taken them to heart, learned from them that there is no shame in death. Raynuk had been only ashamed once, a direct result in his own arogance and stupidity. He has had his life saved many times by his bretheran, and had in turn saved many on his own. He was not one to search for a fight or a war, but would stand up his order when needed, and fight to the death. He knew what it ment to be a Sith....He was one.

Raynuk walked into the area, his hood hanging low, casting a shadow as dark as the force in him. He did not stir for a while, becoming as a statue. And when the time was right, he slid his hood back, allowing it to hang down his back as a sinister grin spread across his face. His eyes narrowed for a split second, and then seemed to take on a almost perverse glint. His eyes shifted to master heretic, at whom the Sith bowed slightly before turning to his long time friend, ally, and a non-official mentor, Tarrian. He smiled and bowed to her as well, before facing the others in the area.

He shed his cloaks, now just a pile of black cloth on the ground behind him. He wore an odd choice of colors for a Sith, with a deep blue tunic that just barely seemed evil. His pants, tucked into the tops of his custom boots were a deep silver, half shimmering, half seemingly to capture light. The boots themselves were the Blackest of Blacks, no shine to them. The clothes were worn in, a sign of recent combat. On each hip rested his blades, one a matching blue to his tunic, the other, a pure white blade. If the Sith were to draw a single saber, his hand would go to his White saber first, the handle a carved Krayt Dragon tooth, the sharp tip as sharp as the day it was torn from the Dragon itself, perhaps sharper.*

"I see a great gathering my bretheran...."

[Jeng Dorga]

* The wind blows out side the dark tall building, the night is cool with a slight smell of death in the air, just as JEng liked it, he came apon a huge door, as he entered. His senses filled with dark side lure, and he felt off the power of the darken room. Jeng take a sit on the floor near the wall, waiting for Master to speak,

Master i have come to server you what is your bidding an evil grin appears on his face

[Darth Nik]

Nik also gets up, and heads to sleep

Nighty night...err........[evil voice]Good Night[/evil voice]

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[Tarrian]

Tarrian nodded to Heretic, "Yes Lord, I will send out feelers for the lost of the other houses. Two have just arrived. I still await a third. I will bring the others myself." Turning to her brother, "You are in contact with some of the houses. We can contact them together."

Greeting Raynuk and Jeng, she watched as Heretic made his way from the room to his chambers. Embracing Raynuk, "It has been a long time my friend. Come take your seat at the table, and you too Jeng, join us. Jeng where is the other. Jevenkalian should arrive soon. He will sit next to you."

Turning from the table, Tarrian made her way through the temple and toured the house she was to now call home. Over the years, she had called many places home with the sith. Only one came to mind that she truely missed...Aracoun Morion. Going to the training room, she stood at the door way and looked about.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Lord Ar-Pharazon walked into the new Cathedral of sin.

"Our darkness shall be the guiding beacon of the destruction of the other Sith. They are zealots who will mourn they day they challenged us."

Ar-Pharazon threw a knife into the air letting it fall down into the skull of a slave.

[Jevenkalian]

[I] *As the darkness grows a figure approaches and enters, he has a dark hood and cape making it uneasy to see his face or outlined body save for the absence of any cloth to the right side of the figures arm. The dim light shows a pale arm for what it is. All seen is a deep wound aged and well cared for as if the wound holds some significant meaning to the bearer. As seen closer the wound reaches from shoulder to hand now all seen of the stranger all but a dark pair of eyes......Jevenkalian enters

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Grand Moff Ar-Pharazon stands proud. The forces of darkness were strong with this one. He looked about and saw endless resources and limitless manpower. In the name of the darkside, his Master in the dark arts, and all that was unholy, Ar-Pharazon was ready to wage his war. A cruel war. A war of hate. It was a war that would kill millions. Millions of... people.

Ar-Pharazon took his shuttle to a large satellite circling the planet. From atop his mighty chamber, he could oversee the construction of the first wave of Stat Destroyers.

Construction began...

The "Fratracide"

The first among seven. What an evil craft it would be.

[Darth Heretic]

*Snapping out of his trance, his communication with his ancestors, DH feels the presence of many Sith in the main chambers. Brethren both new and old, come to the call. The House was filling up nicely. Soon they would have the council of 12. 12 Sith masters, heads of their respective tribes, to call upon their own. There would soon be blood spilled, the blood of hethenistic false followers, those that called themselves "Sith". They would know what is was like to take the name of Sith in vain. A death fit for a filthy little Jawa? Beggar. Thief. No, that would be far too kind. Their deaths would be fit only for a womprat, just a step on the neck to kill it. He could see them, one by one, falling to the house, begging to be killed honorably, only to be dishonored befor death, never to become one with the dark side, only to become nothing, as if they never were. Their souls lost, devoured by the vastness of time and space. The Sith saw this vision, given to him by Naga Sadow, Exar Kun, Freedon Nadd, Palpatine, Vader. Ancestors, millenia old, wise, strong in the dead, dark force. Masters all. They had promised Heretic, one by one, the hethens would fall.

Opening his eyes, it felt like he had just gone into his meditation, yet the clock said that he had been in here nearly 12 hours. Standing up, he slowly put his tunic and boots back on, to head downstairs, back into the main chambers, to accept the new arrivals into the House Heretic.*

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Within several hours time, more ships began to undergo their next step of construction.

The Fratracide, the Bane of All that is Free, the Persecutor, the Wrath, the Betrayer, the Pontius Pilate, and Ar-Pharazon's flagship, Murder One were complete.

Construction began on five Mon Calamari Cruisers and 3 Nebulon B Frigates.

Ar-Pharazon turned to a captain. "In due time, I want 500 X-Wings, 500 Y-Wings, 500-A-Wings, and 500 B-Wings ready."

[Adi-Wan]

*From the shadowy depths from which he emerged ... a slumbering giant amongst men, appeared upon Aracoun Morion. Adi-Wan Tinova - the Sith Lord from ages long since past, strode down the center of a hall way - inside of the Sith Temple. His boots slapping against the ground, in a thunderous roar. As he moved, his two Red-Bladed lightsabers hung by the hilt at his waist's side. Each one more deadly then any other ... and he had reappeared to prove his worth to a new age of villainy that deserved such a demise. He walked with confidence, and eagerness - willingness - to defeat his foes. He was called upon by the great Dark Lord of the Sith - Darth Heretic - and he would serve well under his master's new domain.*

*As he burst through the doors of the temple gathering area - he strode in, seeing his master - Darth Heretic - and he knelt before him.*

"Oh great Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Heretic ... I come at your will ... you have summoned me ... and to you, I pledge my death, scourge, and destruction to your enemies ... to you ... I will serve. What is thy bidding ... my master?"

[Vortex]

He had made the journey across countless planets and landscapes, traversing deserts, oceans, and forests in order to find his way here... a place of powerful force resonation... powerful dark force.

The power eminating from this being was not often found in such a small container, however the Sith Lords would find it amazingly difficult to judge his true power. Long ago he learned to control the level of force which he emitted.

He carried with him a staff, apparently made from a large treebranch which spanned over 8 feet in length. It dwarfed the diminutive figure by nearly three times, however he carried it with the poise and grace of a dancer. He brought the end of the staff, which was adorned with a sort of gem, down to collide against the door, commanding an invitation to the structure.

He made no sound, and chose not to introduce himself, he merely awaited for the doors to swing open, and for him to journey inwards.

[Jeng Dorga]

*Jeng break for his medatadion, stands and takes a seat at the table of Houses.*

Master...... I have found this force sensitive human in yavin 4, i could sense the force was strong in him. So i watched him closely. Seeing how to moved, reading his throughs. All i could sense was Hate and Anger for cerw of Repulic solders scouting the area. I sat in the trees watchin all of them went he threw his sword and attacked all of the solders, killing them all in cold blood......

Master I believe he could be of great use, he will need to be taugh the basics..... if he pleases you master, I will take him as my apprentce, and second command of my house.............

[Darth Heretic]

*Taking in all that has occured, all that is about to occur, and what was shown him through meditation, the master surveys the main chambers, seeing that 10 seats are filled. It is good, as it should be. Another prophecy is about to come to pass.*

Someone open that door! I sense the presence of our 11th seat, waiting. Jeng, I am glad to have you have found someone worthy.

Lord Adi-Wan, this is a pleasant surprise. I was not anticipating your arrival, but you are welcome, nonetheless.

All is good, the house is forming.

[Darth Hatred]

*Darth Hatred gave the master a slight bow and headed for the front doors, to receive the company into the main hall. The small visitor had quite a large staff, but was hidden from showing the true form, much less an outline. The cloak hid the body mass, as was Sith style. This one exhuded much in the Force, and it was obvious as he walked past Hatred, and never spoke a word, but allowing the Force to speak for him.*

My master welcomes...

*Apaprently manners were not part of this ones training*

[Tarrian]

Sensing her Master’s return, Tarrian left the training room. Walking through the dark halls, she reached out with the force to the other houses of the Sith. She knew that they would come, she felt it. Returning to the chamber, she stood with Raynuk. “I was sorry to hear of the death of you Master. He was a great Lord of the Sith. But you shall continue in his path.”

As Raynuk responded, Tarrian gazed around the room at the Sith already gathered. The one that surprised her was Adi Wan. He was always a loner, never one to join the houses. His presence alone showed her that this was the right House. She nodded to him as he looked at her, and then returned her attention to Raynuk.

[Jeng Dorga]

*Jeng Stands to greet DH*

It has been a long time.................

*Jeng bows to DH with a evil grin appears on his face *

i'm greatful you have come. When we have more time i wish that you and i dual......I want to see how strong you have become on your jounry............Surely with DH here nothing can stand in the way of the Sith.......The Sith Will Come to Power again, This will finally be the end of the pathic Jedi............

[Darth Hatred]

*Walking behind Vortex, escorting him to the main chamber, Hatred stops the newest Sith before they enter the main chamber.*

Please wait here, I will announce your arrival to my Master. Whom may I tell him you are?

[Raynuk]

*Raynuk's eyes narrowed again, his chin falling slightly before he lifted his head again and turned to Tarrian with a smile*

"yes, that is my hope...to continue his legacy through myself...to keep his memory alive. I will let none forget what he has done for the Sith. A new age is apon us....we will prevail..."

*He smiled again, both out of hope and rememberance of Zar*

"And how are you Tarrian? Doing well I hope?"

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan stood, and made his way to a dark corner where he stood, alone ... watching, and waiting. He noticed Tarrian - noticing him. As their glance caught one another - he nodded. He could read her expression as easily as cooking instructions. She didn't expect to see him here, but alas - he was. With shadows cast upon his face ... he spoke out, wickedness soaking his words.*

"The Jedi are weak, and insolent beings ... they are unworthy of our Master's attention now ... for they would surely fall without a fight. Our attention must be focused, and our torment swift. Our target is not the Jedi - for now - our target ... remains ... those that would call themselves 'Sith' - but do not reside in this Temple. Those are the weak beings that are to be destroyed. They will receive no remorse from me, or any other here ... they, in time - will see that our path lies seperated from their's ... we are the true dark ones ... and we will deal swift destruction to those 'Sith' that oppose our great Lord."

[Tarrian]

Hearing Adi Wan’s words, “Yes, the Jedi are not a concern at the moment, they are weak and foolish. Now is the time to rebuild the Sith and lay claim to the galaxy. They do not know the darkness that awaits them.” Adi Wan started towards her and Raynuk, and she noticed how he almost glided across the floor. Handsome in appearance, this Sith Lord must have deceived many to bring them to their deaths.

As he approached, Tarrian could see the cold darkness behind his eyes. “I did not expect for you to come here. You surprise me by your presence. You are known to walk alone. What has brought you to Aracoun Morion?”

[john skywalker]

A youth of 20, clad in a cloak as dark as night, as dark as his heart, appeared before the temple, an ant to a goliath...

He walked with his cloak waving in the air, he stood erect as he came to the Temple doors... His self-confidence but a mask of his failures as a human being, his decision to forsake all that is good, all that is light, all that is known as hope for what is real, what can be felt, what is truly human... into the depths of anger, depression and hatred...

Through the force he spoke, Masters, I come to perform your bidding... He was a soldier of the darkside, one who would die for the Order if need be, a fanatic... A worshipper... The perfect soldier...

He bowed before the Temple awaiting to be allowed in... His face was as unemotional as his blade hung at his waist... A Sith Saber, a weapon of the ancient Sith, handed down to him by the closest thing he had to a parent, the first person he was torn away from... The first person to set him on his path towards hatred...

[Vortex]

(DH, in RPGs, unless given permission, you do not control other people's character's actions. And my character is not Vortex)

Either because he ignored the words, or did not understand them, the dark one proceeded past his "escort" and into the room designated. Fear, though a powerful sith trait, was not one he preferred to dabble in. He proceeded on up towards the center of the room and then came to a halt, slamming the bottom of his staff against the floor, making a horrendous clank.

"Cheewub!" he proclaimed, introducing himself.

[Lord Freem]

Walking in to the room his dark black cloak waving through the air like a toxic wind depriving all things of life. His eyes Like black coal, no emotion at all. Lord Freem heard the words of Tarrian.

"You are correct, the Jedi are scum. They are like a mouse in a trap to us. They Are Fools!"

He walked to a shadowy black corner to stand waiting in the shadows. His thoughts were of death and despair and he enjoyed them.

[Bishop Of Battle]

*Bishop entered to see the forgathered Sith and joined them.*

"I apologize for my tardyness, but I was detained for a moment."

*He continued amongst the others and bowed his head in respect to Darth Heretic before turning to survey all those that had surrendered themselves to the true dark arts. He recognized many faces among them, and it was good.*

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: Vortex, you are correct, Hatred realy shouldn't post the actions of others, save defensive postures in battle. Escorting you in, is something different that I feel you could let slide. I will speak to him, however, so that he is aware of your feelings.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan nodded to Tarrian's words. He did travel alone ... he worked alone, but was apart of a greater whole. He was a Sith Lord, by every regard. He was of the same blood line that she was - not kin, but - brethern in the Darkside of the Force. He inhaled heavily, before replying to her.*

"I have come because I desire the death of those that would seek to oppose my will ... I am here, because Lord Heretic sent out the word for my assistance ... I am here ... because ... it has been too long since I've slain a cowardly being for believing that they are powerful, and could test my skills ... in time ... you will see the true power of the Darkside, Tarrian ... in time ... I will unleash my wrath. Alone, any one of us here, could destroy the lives of those that consider themselves Sith ... but together ... their retirements will come much sooner then they had hoped for .... the time is nearly upon us."

*He let his dark hood fall over his face, and he laughed deviously at the thought of basking in the blood of those that would pick up arms against him. He suppressed a smile, as the joy - and excitement - of killing again, filled his heart.*

[Vortex]

((Well, I was more referring to him designating my reaction to his escorting. My character could have very well been a polite, verbous one, so his post would have been hugely out of character))

Cheewub proceeded to take a seat, right there on the floor, and look about at the other sith. They all dwarfed him in stature, but that concerned him not. The strength of their bodies, nor the amount of force power which they could command mattered, for it was only the sith who used their minds that proved to be the best. Palpetine had showed this, Vader had showed this. The poor sap Darth Maul showed the result of his emphasis on physical strength would ruin his chances at survival.

Cheewub did not have a lot of faith in the sith that surrounded him, but he would allow them a chance to prove him wrong.

For now though, he just let the others speak.

[Darth Heretic]

*Taking his seat at the head of the table, calling the present Sith to order.*

Cheewub, please *holds hand out, pointing to open seat* have a seat. If you are to be a peer, we wish you to be seated at this table with us, as a brother.

Brothers and sister, *looking at each Sith representative in turn* I have had a vision. Many others of you have witnessed this vision, given unto me by the Sith spirits. A vision of complete domination! Those that would dare to call themselves Sith, those blasphemers, shall find themselves at the end of our lightsabers. Now, I would like to have everyones feedback on how we can accomplish this.

I know many of you in here, and I have trained most of you, either directly, or indirectly, or you were trained by my apprentice at the time, Darth Hatred, in teh mental Force, so I am very much aware of your battle skills and Force abilities. Some of you I do not know. Cheewub, for example, I can tell that you are very deeply in tune with the Dark Side, almost to the point of being part of the Force, but in a physical plane. What else can you tell me about your abilities?

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

The Star Destroyers were finished and three of the Mon Calamari ships were complete. More were being built including the personal fighter ships. Ar-Pharazon gave the orders for transports as well as several Victory Class Star Destroyers to began construction.

The New Sith Fleet was as follows:

7 Imperial Class Star Destroyers
3 Mon Calamari Cruisers
2 Nebulon B Class Frigates
150 X-Wings
100 Y-Wings
100 A-Wings
50 B-Wings

[Vortex]

The diminutive Cheewub pulled himself up to the seat which Heretic was signalling to, allowing his staff to continue standing at his side.

The dialogue which these sith spoke in, as well as the language, was partially unfamiliar to he, and thusly his responses were rarely the audible kind. Instead of preaching his own abilities, Cheewub always preferred to demonstrate.

He would show his command over the force's ability to manipulate inertia by promptly slipping the end of his staff down onto the table, making an unexpectedly loud crash. As he lifted the staff back up to it's resting position, the table was revealed to be dented and cracked, even though it looked as though, physically, Cheewub was trying NOT to do damage.

The next bit of his demonstration would show his finely honed skill. The chips of the table began to swirl about, whirling in an entertaining fashion before setting back down, each in it's original designation.

That would be Cheewub's only answer to the sith, for he felt they should respect him based on the faith that all his powers were equally developed. Perhaps a little bit of sith mind tricks were also involved, but if so, it was very subtle, and perhaps even subconsious to even Cheewub.

[Darth Heretic]

Lord Hatred, you have mastery over the Mental Force. Perhaps you can converse with this Sith in a language that is more easily understood by him, then translate it for us. I am sure that Cheewub has much to teach us, but it would seem that there might be bit of a communication barrier. I would like to be able to understand him better, but alas, my mastery of the physical Force prevents me from communicating in anything more than rough mental images, and I don't even know if they are being received.

[Raynuk]

*Raynuk nodded slightly among his peers*

"Master Hertetic, I am a doing, and not much of a thinker...Whatever you ask me to to, I shall do it with all my power...These so called Sith act like Jedi compared to us...I would very much like to kill them all...one by one" style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/mad.gif

[Tarrian]

Tarrian took her seat at the table and watched the demonstration of Cheewub as he showed them his darkside powers. With her hands folded, she looked to her one time Master, Darth Hatred. She knew him to be able to accomplish the task Darth Heretic put before him, she herself was strongest in the Mental aspects of the force, Unlike her brother who leaned toward the physical.

"Master Hatred, I am at your disposel should you require my assistance."

[Darth Hatred]

*Darth Hatred stood up, and gently walked over to the new arrival, that didn't seem to either have alot to say, chose not to speak, or didn't understand. Regardless, Hatred looked at Cheewub and "projected" the conversation to him that Master Heretic had just asked, as well as asking his forgiviness for misunderstanding him at their initial contact. Waiting for Cheewubs reply.*

[Lord Freem]

Moving from the shadows, Lord Freem took a seat at the table next to Tarrian. The hilt of the curved lightsaber at his side gleamed from the candle light.

"Master Heretic, I am here. My force and lightsaber skills are now yours for I am now under your command."

He bowed his head and removed his hood so you could see his battle scarred face.

[Calahan Raz]

A fleet how wonderful!

*Calahan's eyes sparkled at that moment. But the sparkle quickly dissolved as he shifted his gaze around the growing room of individuals.*

Masters.

*He was projecting his voice throughout the room when he spoke.*

We all know that we hate the Jedi and we all seem to agree that the current residency of Sith here are unworthy but perhaps it is time we solidify our first course of action. I suggest we start stretching out our fingers so to speak and see what we can find out about other factions, and perhaps find alias or even toys to experiment with. Any other ideas?

*The smile on his face showed how full of himself he truly was as he waited for more suggestions.*

[john skywalker]

The young man entered the Temple, standing off near the back... His abilities were not enough to even grant him the title of Knight yet his eagerness to learn more of the dark arts, beyond the skills of a blade which he had learned through years of training on his own and in times long past, and his meager manipulations of gravity with himself and other small masses...

Nevertheless, as many in time learn, John could learn... John was going to learn... From pain into fear, from fear into anger, from anger into hate...

He kept his gaze to the floor, but listened intently, drinking in every word he could understand...

May death welcome our enemies... he thought to himself...

[Vortex]

Cheewub rarely needed a translator or someone to project images upon him. His old age had taught him the skill of reading people's actions, their tone, their guestures, and etc. in order to decypher what they were saying without knowing the language. He had demonstrated his skills for them, but now he would give them his advice.

He knew little of their language, but he was a quick learner as well. He stood, reaching his hand out to point at Heretic. His hand was a grubby little brown hand, who's majority was covered by the cloak he wore. The dirty, brown-skinned finger commanded attention as well.

"You, Sith, not earn power yet," he said, indicating that even Heretic was not at his full potential, nor would he reach it unless things changed. "Palpetine..." he said, pausing to think of the proper word, which he only found in his own language, "poh-choo!" he added, clentching his fist and holding it up slightly, signifying power, authority, victory. "Rule, not fight" he added, illustrating his desire to focus more on gaining political power rather than vanquishing those who the sith had personal grudges against. With a slight grunt, Cheewub sat himself back down in the chair.

[Lord Freem]

Lord Freem looked to Cheewub his black eyes now looked like they had an enternal fire burning inside them.

"Master, you have something to teach, do you not? Well, whatever it is i am here for i am now under your guidance as well."

He leaned back in his chair and put the hood back over his head so the shadows only prohibited you to see the fire of Freems eyes.

[Darth Heretic]

"Palpatine!" "poh-choo!" "Rule,not fight"

*The short-of-stature Sith master, sitting at the table had made his point. He was in this more for political gain than for just running amok, destroying all non-followers. Maybe this one could do the political representations on Coruscant, once the non-believers were out of the way. Until then, he would have to remain the warrior aspect, which DH knew he was more than able to handle, even if he seemed to want to lead more than fight. This was not the Imperium Galacticus, however. The Sith seated at the table desired only one thing: to fight, to kill, to put fear into the galaxy again. The fear of the Sith rule, with or without the Empire, and the Imperial Navy to assist. This group needed no Navy, they have their own fleets. Political gains were of no concern to them. They believe in only one way to rule: Fear.*

I see. *Looking around the table*, it seems as if our newest Brother thinks we need representation, then to ulitmiately take over, the politics on Coruscant. *Looks at Vortex* Is that correct, Master Cheewub?

I can understand your point, however, there must be a certain amount of fear instilled in our subjects in order to gain their support. The Empire of past used that to control the galaxy. We don't have their numbers, yet. What we do have is the ability to generate that fear throughout the galaxy. We have one group that might stand in our way, but even they will fall to their knees and end up knowing only one thing: we are the stronger house. The Jedi are weak, both in power and numbers. If we strike soon, we can run over both factions, wrest control and begin our rule.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan sat with eyes squinted towards the words from Cheewub. He rebutted his response.*

"I am not interested, nor here ... for such things as ruling. I am here, for the simple fact to kill. It is inevitable ... that a fight will ensue, to gain the ability to rule ... once i've accomplished that goal ... and that fight is over ... i will fall back into the shadows ... and leave all of you to squable to establish rule. I come for one thing ... to bring death to those that seek to oppose us!"

*He clenched his fist, and slammed it down hard on the table. He was incredibly disinterested in establishing a government whenever the fight had been one. He was here, and his time was limited, to help those that were destined to power, get there ... and from there - he would become one with the Force, again - working alone, in the shadows.*

[Jeng Dorga]

*Jeng Stand from his seat at the table*


Master.....I believe, this council should act now, we shoult start by doing recon, and bring in new Sith in to the order......I was once Jedi, they are weak and only think of peace if we strom there temple all at once with our fleet destroying all of the Rep Fleet.....

[Darth Heretic]

The problem with that plan, Knight Dorga, is that we still need the fleet to get to Coruscant. And besides, our first prioroty is to eradicate the other Sith. They can join, or die. The jedi are a small obstacle. As I already said, their numbers are small, and they are weak.

Master Adi-Wan, something troubles you. We have established that this house is only interested in ruling this galaxy, not governing it. An iron fist of fear and death to all those that declare themselves Sith.

[Mathis]

Another young man entered the temple. Looking to be around his mid-twenties, he wears a black jumpsuit, with the handle of a ghurka blade sticking out over his shoulder. Around his waist was a belt of vibroblades, and he looked as if he knew how to use them.

Seeking to learn the dark ways of the Sith, he had come searching, with his travels eventually leading him to this place.

Feeling the power as he entered Temple, Mathis is overwhelmed for a moment. Recovering, he sees the leaders of the Sith conversing, so he drops towards the back to listen.

[Jeng Dorga]

...............Very well Master as you wish..........


* Jeng sense the new form in the room, he speaks to him using the force*


Yopu hear this vocie pay attention to what i say.......This is a meeting of the Sith, not for any young fool wait out side............

[john skywalker]

John's eyes lifted from the ground... He was intrigued by the different facets of Sith, especially Lord Cheewub and Lord Adi-Wan, opposite ends of the spectrum...

A slight amusement struck John, while Lord Cheewub wished to focus on the political, solidified power base and Lord Adi-Wan was here only for the fight...

To wage war against our enemies and bask in the glory of victory, but to dissappear into the force... He had never been much himself for the concept of politics; he was a fighter not a lawyer... Not a senator... Not a politician...

John believed not in the Empire in its political, organized form... He believed in what it taught, a government can be established, rule can be established at the edge of a blade, through violence, through fear and secured in flowing rivers of blood... The blood of your enemies... That was all John knew and cared to learn about galactic politics... How long before his blade gets to taste fresh blood once more?

[Vortex]

Cheewub nodded in agreement as Heretic spoke, and noted that many of the Sith were beginning to learn. It was good that they had devised a plan, a methodology for reaching their goals. Some of them were disinterested in the higher path, they wanted only violence, mayhem, destruction. They would either die in such mayhem, or be forced upon a new path, in time.

"Heretic right," he spoke, gaining more understanding for their language after every verbous speech which the Sith would give. "Rule by fear is key."

He nodded, and then grinned, showing a bit of white from his teeth, dispite the fact that his face could not be seen. "Must not play by their rules," he said, agreeing with the idea of not getting involved in the Coruscantian politics, "But must make them think we are," he added.

He looked to Freem, and felt a bit of pride in his chest. It was a good thing that he could so instill the fires of passion within the young man's soul, urging him to delve further into the Dark Side.

"Best plan," he stated, "Is make allies out of enemies." The notion of attempting to convert the other sith was indeed a good one, but Cheewub felt that they should not limit themselves so early.

"Any enemy" he added.

[Darth Nik]

Nik completes work on his ship, and spots Heretic. He walks over to Heretic, and he is ready for whatever he needs to do

What is your command?

[Darth Heretic]

Darth Nik, as I see it, Master Ar-Pharazon is in complete command of the fleet. Might I direct you to pose that inquiry to him?

Master Cheewub, I am not so certain that assimilating the other Sith into this house is a good idea. It is obvious that they are already starting to vye for power, and dissention is not something that I will alllow to happen in this house. I am under the impressions that they are starting to argue amongst themselves, as their leader is nowhere to be found. I think that we should let them come apart from the core, then we can pick up those that desire to join us, and kill those that refuse to give their undying devotion to this house, and these brothers and sister.

[Jeng Dorga]

* Jeng Stands from his seated position, and slams his fist into the table and looks into the eyes of Cheewub*

Listen you worm you have ran your tongue long enough, I do not trust you Cheewub, you are a coward and a weakling. I have read my masters thoughts and I have seen he grows sick of your ramblings. You do nothing but ask questions............

* Jeng kick his chair away, and starts walking to Cheewub*


Master..........he can not leave this temple, we can not take the risk of letting him go, he may be an allied with the Jedi, we should KILL HIM NO................................................ .....

* Jeng Draws in Yellow Sabre from his belt loop*

Give me the Word.........Master...................

[Darth Heretic]

The word, Knight, is that if you strike this master, then it is you that will have to deal with his repercussion, not me. I do suggest that you keep your anger in check, here. I do NOT think anything. I have yet to make a decision as to what he is all about, but I don't think he is a spy, nor do I think he is as weak as you think he is. So , Knight Dorga, I offer you two options:
1) Be seated, and do not allow another outburst of that nature, or
2) attack him and we will all watch what he is capable of doing to you.

My credits are on Master Cheewub.

[Jeng Dorga]

* Jeng flips his sabre in his hand and brings it to a angle where the hilt his higher then the blade of pure yellow energy is.....and deactives it*

Master..............I was wrong to burst out like that........I grow tired of all this conversateing,

* Jeng places his sabre back at his side and uses the force to pick up his chair and place it under him*

Yet..........Master.......... this council is at ends with one another, we can not all stay in the same place for long...............

[Vortex]

Cheewub was carefully evaluating the various sith, judging their capabilities and their attitudes. This one who burst out in anger showed much potential. A strong spirit, a fire under him. Yet he had many hurtles, his quickness to anger, his tendancy to be bored by conversation... The only thing that redeemed him was his ability to follow the wishes of the authority.

Cheewub then thought of what he said. It was true, the sith needed to not sit and ferment their anger, they must branch out.

"Maybe," he said, adressing all, "we need a mission." The simple suggestion was quite possibly the best one.

[Mathis]

Startled for a millisecond by the voice in his head, Mathis soon realizes that one of the Sith was using the force to communicate with him. Knowing that he could not directly communicate back, he simply thought what he would have said if he could reply. Fool, is it? Why else would I be here if not to follow the ways of the Sith? I will not leave this place until I have been recognized as one who seeks training.

Hoping that the one who talked to him was still listening, Mathis looks around at the various Sith to see if a reaction came from one of them.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan kept his eyes trained upon Droga ... he watched him from behind his cloaked face - his hood covering his eyes, and most of his face. The darkness of the shadows fell upon his features - hiding his appearance to the others. He spoke to Cheewub while not moving his eyes from Jeng Droga.*

"Master Cheewub ... we have a mission ... destruction of those that would call themselves Sith, and would not sit in this room now. They are to be annhilated. Immediately. As soon as the fleet is constructed, and Lord Ar-Pharazon puts his pieces in place - the strike should take place shortly thereafter."

*He pulled back his hood, and revealed his appearance. Young, at the ripe age of 28, the Lord of the Sith was a human, striking in appearance, and handsome. Uncharacteristic for a Sith ... many thought that his outward appearance made him, "good" - or "light" - or "weak." Adi-Wan let his hair fall into his face as he narrowed his eyes at Jeng Droga - and spoke to him.*

"You will learn your place, Knight ... if you step out of line again, and speak out of place ... you will be removed from here ... permanately ... and I'll be the one that would be so lucky as to have the honors of disposing of yourself. Don't test me ... young Knight, although patience is a virtue of the Jedi ... you should take a few pointers on not making a fool of yourself, by bringing up arms on someone that you know nothing about. Do it again, and I'll see to it that you're taken "care of." Understood?"

*He didn't blink, look away, or move his hands - which were firmly placed upon each of his lightsabers at his sides. All he needed was a sign ... anything, a twitch, a slight movement, anything ... and Adi-Wan would be all over the young one before he'd have a chance to ignite his blade.*

[Raynuk]

*Raynuk's eyes scanned around the room a few times as he sat at that grand table. He remained silent and motionless, save his eyes as they looked at all whom had assembled. He was listening, thinking things over in his own mind as to what, and when, to speak. He listened on, intent as ever*

[Jeng Dorga]

OOC; Sorry but i don't get it every one is calling them self a Sith Lord, thats impossiable there can only be on Sith lord right ?


* Jeng hears this message form Adi-Wan, and returns eye contact *


Master Adi-Wan, althorugh you are a Master, you are not my Master and your words mean little to me........Yes i due speak out of turn, but i wil not sit idle and wait for something to happen.......It is unsafe for all of us Sith to be in one place at the same time........


* Jeng looks away and sets his slight on Mathis, *

Mathis you are not a Sith yet, you may have some small force ability, yet that will be discoved by our leader, so watch your touge and do not speak,

* Jeng returns his attention to Master Adi-Wan

[Lord Freem]

Lord Freem, heard the comment of Jeng Dorga.

"I agree, we should not be together like this."

He got up from the table and walked to the other side of the room frustrated with the meeting. In the shadows he ignited his red curved saber the red light blasting through the shadows. He waved it to test it, the hum of it to him was soothing hearing the blade that killed his enemies. He then disignited it and shoved it into his belt.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan chuckled shortly at Jeng Droga. He looked upon him, and merely gave his return.*

"Who will seek us here? Anyone that steps foot through that door, being unwelcomed, will meet an untimely death. There is enough Dark Siders in here to wreak havoc upon those weak-mided fools that would seek our defeat. Our gathering here is insignificant. We won't leave until we've managed to do what Lord Heretic has called us here to do. Be seated. To leave now would be foolish, and would be considered turning your back on our grouping."

*Adi-Wan looked upon the Sith Knight. He could help, but if Adi-Wan had to kill him, he would. Although this one was strong in the Force, and more specifically - the Dark Side of the Force - he was undermatched against Adi-Wan's abilities. Both knew that.*

OOC: There're more then one Sith Lord - it's like "Jedi Master" for the Jedi. It's more of a rank, then "Leader = Lord"

[Mathis]

Staring straight back to the Sith who was speaking with him, Mathis thought back, [I]Seeing as it is your leader who will discover the talent within me, then it is not your place to dismiss, but your leaders."

Keeping his gaze straight on the other, he waits to see if his impundence would be replied.

[Vortex]

Cheewub analysed the situation carefully before constructing the appropriate course of action: One that would no doubt bring a certain level of unease to the sith around him.

He stood up on his chair in order to elevate himself to a height which the others would be able to look directly at with less difficulty. He had made his decision.

"I," he stated pausing to look from Sith to Sith, "shall train," he finished.

With that, he stepped down, and signalled his hand as if bidding others to follow him. He would teach the younger, less adept Sith, if they so wish.

After the guesture, he began to walk out, heading towards the exit. It was always better to train outdoors, where the Force was in more abundance.

[Jeng Dorga]

* Jeng Stands front of Lord Adi Wan *

Lord Adi Wan would forgive me for be rude before......it was not my place to speak such as i did. I understand i still have much to learn from the force...........with that said would you care to spar............

* Jeng with an evil grin on his face, rubing his yellow sabre with his left hand *

[Darth Heretic]

*Taking all of this into consideration, and seeing the unease that sitting idle was causing, DH spoke to all in the room:*

Master Cheewub is correct, we do need to train. *Feeling the lightsaber handle, then moving his hand to his Sith sword* I am feeling like taking on a challenge. Any takers *An evil smile spreads across the masters face.* Remember, though, I do NOT pull my punches.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan listened to the words from Jeng Droga intently ... he was glad that this one decided that assisting the House of Heretic, rather then standing his ground against Adi-Wan, was his choice. It was a test of sorts - to test his committment towards the House ... and he passed. He nodded, and smiled shortly.*

"You pass, Knight Droga ... swallowing your pride is hard, i know ... but, you've done it well ... you've showed me that you hold more respect for the House of Heretic ... then you do for yourself ... that is what we're looking for. Committment."

*He smiled again.*

"Now ... train, you say?"

*Adi-Wan drew his two lightsabers, flipping backwards, he ignited them when his feet hit the ground. He spoke with a eerie tone of devilishness .... and he beckoned Jeng in.*

"Have at you ... Knight ... but, I, as Lord Heretic ... will not hold back ... "

[Jeng Dorga]

* The Young Sith Knight throws off his hooded cape on to the floor, he softly snatchs the cold steel sabre handle form his belt clip......With a sunshine flip to the left and the sabre in his left hand comes to life with a crip snap hiss and the bright yellow sabre await his command..........................

Lord Adi Wan.................if you are ready to begin

* Jeng brings the sabre to a angle holding the blade to the side him.....almost leaving him self open for attack. Jeng jumps into the air his Yellow Sabre in hand, aimed at Adi Wans neck..........as his right hand reachs for his Purple Sabre cliped to he back of his belt............ *

* A small smile begins to show on his face, he can taste the blood *

[Lord Freem]

He looked at Darth Heretic, Lord Freem ignited his lightsaber and waved a few times.

"Master Heretic, I'm willing to learn*he slashed through the air with the red lightsaber*If your willing to teach."

He smirked and swung the red blade at DHs neck.Lord Freem loved the feeling of the cool metal hilt of his saber.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan stood, waiting, waiting - for the right moment, as Droga hurtled through the air towards the Dark Lord of the Sith, Adi-Wan. As he came within striking distance, and began to bring down the lightsaber towards Adi-Wan's neck, Adi-Wan did nothing, he hadn't even ignited his saber, yet. Jeng brough the blade down, precisely towards the neck of Adi-Wan, and in the last instant, was hit by an unseeable force ... THE Force, caught him, and in Adi-Wan's mind, he used the living force to propel his temporary adversary in a backwards thrust. As Jeng was hit by the force-wall extending from Adi-Wan's mind, he dropped his yellow saber, and it disengaged upon contact with the cold ground. Adi-Wan walked slowly, calmly towards Jeng, as he landed on his back, and rolled into one of the walls in the corner. Adi-Wan stood before him, and spoke quietly, calmly.*

"Good ... you use your hate, and fuel your body with the Dark Side of the Force ... but you have yet to understand that that insolent lightsaber that you held ... the weapon that you sought to attack me with ... will not save you. You must understand that the Dark Side of the Force is your most powerful weapon ... use it, and you shall defeat your foes ... succumb to it's will ... and you will annhilate all of those that would seek to stand ahead of you ... to live it ... yields remarkable power .... "

*He lifted his hand in mid-sentance to point the tips of his fingers towards Jeng Droga. As he began his next sentance, black lighting errupted from his hands.*

"Now ... you will learn this lesson the hard way ... as your last master obviously had not instilled that notion into your head ... "

*After a few seconds worth of injecting lightning bolts into his victim ... he stopped, he didn't want to kill this one, he was on his side, afterall ... but, alas ... he needed to learn his lesson. As he turned his back, he walked away from Jeng patiently ... and he could hear him coughing and sputtering, gasping for breath. Adi-Wan walked about 20 feet to where he was originally standing. He turned slowly and spoke to Jeng, again.*

"On your feet, Knight Droga ... if you want lightsaber dueling, I can give you another lesson in that ... if you'd like ... stand, and show me your power ... think of how much you hate me for hitting you with the Force lightning ... we're supposed to be allies ... how could I do that to you?! Yes ... feed your hate ... show me ... how much, you hate me .... "

*He reached in, and pulled out one of his lightsabers ... and held his hand downwards. The blade extended slowly, with the snap-hiss sound. The end of the saber nearly touching the ground, he flipped his wrist outwards, and then brought his saber to point upwards, before his face. Either eye darkly staring upon Jeng Droga as he staggered to his feet, from either side of the lightsaber's blade. Adi-Wan waited for the Knight's next move.*

[john skywalker]

John focused the energies of the force, those energies he could tap into, to form a coherent message... *Master Bishop, I have yet much to learn, would you care to teach me...*

The young man waited patiently for his would-be master, he so hoped, to answer as he watched in amazement the duels happening before his very eyes...

His thoughts of amusement and wonder buzzed across his mind...

[Darth Heretic]

*As the lightsaber came down to DH's, he could feel the electrons in the air, flowing all around him, he could taste them, smell them. Teraseconds before Freems lighsaber found it's mark, the Master...vanished. He was no longer visible to the naked eye, and the Lord, not anticipating that, fell forward, catching himself before he fell face-first.*

Lord Freem, find me if you can. I should be easy to spot, for someone attuned to the Force. Remember what Adi-Wan said: You saber is only for close combat, your mind is for everything else.

*As simply as the Master had vanished, he reappeared, behind Freem and kicked him, rather hard, in the ass, making him fly forward, again. Laughing, the master says:*

Does that not anger you, Lord, that I humiliate you in the presence of your peers? Now let the Force Guide you, become the hand that controls the Force, not the tool that is manipulated by the hand.

[Lord Freem]

Anger surged through him. Lord Freem summoned the Dark Side of the force manipulating it. His anger grew, letting himself go to the force. Red lightning erupted from his body surging through DH. Seeing his pain Freem laughed.

"Didn't think i was this attuned to the force did you?"

He laughed again. Igniting his saber one more time he slashed down at DHs legs while the master jumped Lord Freem force threw DH into to the wall. As the master hit the ground Freem disignited his saber tucked it into his belt and threw off his cape. Using the force he struck the master again and again with red lightning erupting from his outstretched fingers. He lowered his arm and rested his hand on his saber's hilt and laughed a deep hollow laugh.

"Get up master, get up!"

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: In reality, the ability of a Sith knight to be able to utelize Force Lightning is not possible. They don't have well enough mastery of the Force to do it. All that aside, we'll call it a freak accident.

*Breathing a sigh of relief, the master tells Freem:*

You mistook a scream for a laugh, young one. It tickled me, is all.

*Seeing the look of disappointment on the Lords face, DH takes advantage of it and punches him right in the nose, making it bleed immediately. Wagging his finger in front of Freem, DH says:*

That is your first lesson; in battle, you will never lower your guard. The inability to pay attenion will get you killed. If you die in battle, your name doesn't go down in the Sith anals,unless you are a Lord or Master. Now, head up, and pay attention. This will be our first order: your ability to delve into the Dark Side doesn't matter. Anyone here can do that. It's how you control it once you feel it. That little act, just a minute ago, that was the Dark Side controlling you. A master will not act impulsively, they are calculating in their actions, they strike exactly, not wildly. Now reignite your lightsaber.

*The master throws his lightsaber and darksaber handles to teh side, and pulls out his Sith Sword. The only other weapon, other than the previous two, that is impervious to a lightsaber.*

Begin.

[Lord Freem]

"I see master, I misjudged the force and your ability. I was too arrogant. But you are arrogant yourself"*He force grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it.*"Are you ready?!"

Lord Freem slashed over and over in a gallant dance with his lightsaber one strike after another.

[Lord Freem]

"I see master, I misjudged the force and your ability. I was too arrogant. But you are arrogant yourself"*He force grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it.*"Are you ready?!"

Lord Freem slashed over and over in a gallant dance with his lightsaber one strike after another.

OOC:Sorry bout the lightning, It might have been form such anger..... Maybe? style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/hehe.gif

OOC: About the double post i clicked edit and it double posted instead of editing the old one it added a new one!

[Vortex]

OOC: I'm a bit confused about the situation here. How exactly ARE fights done? I mean, for the most part the RPG doesn't include other character's reactions, only yours. But the fights seem to throw that all out of the window. I mean, if that's the case, it'll give some RPers a humungous edge.

[Tarrian]

OOC: Vortex, in fights, posting that you threw someone into a wall, or that you force shoved them across the floor is usually acceptable. As small actions are not really a big descrepancy. It would be a pretty long dull fight if you just posted going in and blocking the saber's downward action, and then waiting for you opponent to post the next saber swing. You may not post the larger actions of you opponent though, like killing him, or posting that you sliced off his arm. Usually you would make a post describing your actions intent on taking the arm and stop the post just before the amputating blow. And the next post would be from the opposite user blocking the saber.

IC: "Master Hatred, it has been a long time since I trained with you, I would not mind a refresher course." Standing, Tarrian used her mind and reached into the mind of Hatred. Using his lightsaber as a focal point, Hatred saw a large snake wrap around his waist and slither up to his neck. As the snake coiled around his neck, it began to squeeze tighter, beginning to choke him and cut off his air.

[Jeng Dorga]

* Still on the floor, coughing and sputtering up some blood, his arms burned and in a bit of shock form the powerful force attack....Jeng gained enough will to come to his feet, his Yellow sabre in between himself and Lord Adi Wan *

So you want my hate and all of the angre I have in me,

* His hands begin to swell, his neck muscles start to pop out, the small bleeding had stoped from the attack.....Jeng rasies his hands. And uses his Mind to ingite his sabre and bring it to his left hand........*

You want to see my abiliy and control of the force........very well

* Jeng sees bits and pieces of the wall and parts of stone that had broken off the wall when he had hit it.........he picks of the few bits and pieces and picked then up off the floor controling it with his mind........*

Lets see if your Sabre skill is as fast as your touge....

* Jeng brings his blade up and flips it in his hand bring it up to eye level and then swings it to a left angled hold of a in Knights stands, as the small pieces of stone are send flying at Lord Adi Wan *


OOC: Your good man that wa sa good post Adi Wan style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif

[Vortex]

OOC: MWA HA HA HA HA HA! Your in my world now.

[Adi-Wan]

OOC: Thanks, Jeng, 'preciate that.

IC:

*Adi-Wan instantly began dodging some of the smaller, faster propelled particles of the wall fragments that had been sent in his direction. Using his crimson red saber to destroy some of the larger chunks, he ducked underneath, one of the largest ones. He then realized that he was setting a bad example for Jeng. He was honestly happy to see that Jeng was learning to trust in the force, and not his own muscle mass, and saber. But, now, he was showing Jeng the wrong thing ... that dodging these elements was what he should do ... when, in fact .. he should just stop them. He noticed another swarm of rubble being thrown towards his direction, and he instantly stuck out his left hand - palm outstretched, and said, "No ... " - all of the rocks slowly came to a crawl, then stop.*

*Suspended in mid-air, Adi-Wan worked his mind's will against that of Jeng Droga's ... stalemating the rock's movements ... Adi-Wan slowly began to take over ... his face cringed slightly, and he thought to himself, "This kid'll be good someday ... very strong, he is ... " - but, alas the Sith Lord was stronger at this juncture ... and eventually Adi-Wan's mind took over, and flung the rocks back in Jeng's direction ... now, he was under the microscope ... and he was being watched by the Lord, for his actions ... as the rocks spun, and ripped through the air, the loud breaking sound of the wind was all that filled their area of the room, besides Adi-Wan speaking loudly.*

"You show me ... now, Jeng ... Good! GOOD! Use your hate ... dwell on it ... show me ... kill me ... HATE ME!"

[Darth Hatred]

*Hatred immediately knew what Tarrian was capable of doing. He had taught her how to use the mental Force to her advantage, so long ago, in another lifetime, it seems. He could feel her tightening off his windpipe, could feel the serpents strength, but he also knew that it was a mind trick, to the Nth degree. Forcing his will, and drawing from the Darkside, Hatred was able to release her grasp, and throw a mental bullet deep into her brain, causing excruciating pain, making her drop.*

Child, do not try to play tricks on me. You seem to have forgotten, I AM a master of the Darkside.

*Releasing the pain, the master tells Tarrian to stand up.*

Rise child, and prepare to defend yourself against me.

*Two lightsabers snap-hiss to life, immediately, for Tarrian knew what that statement meant. Hatred was out for blood, and any blood would do. Hatred strikes down, easily blocked, parie, parie, strike, swing, swing, strike. all easily blocked. The master then goes and does something different: he levitates.*

Tell me, child, can you still levitate?

*Tarrian nods that she can, and asks why he thinks that she has forgotten, to which the Master replies:*

Because your mind, even though it is still strong, has grown lax, it seems. Now get up here and allow us to continue.

*The two Sith, floating 10 feet off the ground, continue their duel, although the movements and attacks are much more calculated now.*

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: that doesn't mean you can cheat, Vortex. Only make small defensive actions for your opponent, like Hatred just did. Watch how he and Tarrian spar, and you will see how RP is done, if performed properly. It's all still turn-based.

[Tarrian]

As Hatred counters her illusion, the pain within her mind is so sudden, she instantly goes to her knees. Just as quickly as it had come, the pain vanished and she heard Hatred talking to her. Getting to her feet, Tarrian ignites her saber at the same time Hatred’s comes to life. Easily blocking his moves, she continues to parry and strike back at him. She stepped back as he levitated in his last move and stared up at him as he made his comment.

“Of course I can still levitate, Master.” With that, she did a front flip and held herself in the air slowly levitating to equal Hatred’s height. “My mind has not become so laxed that I can not do the simplest things.”

Hurling herself at Hatred, she slashed her saber up and across his midsection. Hatred easily blocked her attack and as they locked sabers, Tarrian force shoved Hatred into the wall. As he impacted, he realized that she had followed him and two impacts could be heard, Hatred hitting the wall, and then a split second later, Tarrian’s feet nailed him in the chest causing him to lose his breath. She backed flipped and pushed off the wall and away from Hatred.


“I am still able to take care of myself Master, as you taught me to do so long ago.”

[Jeng Dorga]

* The pieces flew back at Jeng using the for to stop the bigger pieces, the smaller ones, cut into his arms and mid-section cutting at his chest, and biceps...........

A yell of pain, came form the man

* A one of the pieces flew into his upper chest, breaking right under the skin......his eyes grew dark, his he looked up at Adi Wan with hate and fear, and anger...........and he though of his Jedi Master.........*

I will not let you win.....

* Bring his sabre to a wider stands and followes, with a side way slash, as Adi wans sabre...........*

[Vortex]

OOC: oh, you misunderstand. It's just that I have been doing that type of RP for years and have developed a certain affinity for it.

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: most of us here have. With the exception of 1, maybe 2, we all RP this way here (http://forums.jedi.net/phpBB2/viewforum.php?f=28).

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan smiled as a Orange glow emmitted from the two sabers being interlocked. Adi-Wan's red blade, and Jeng's Yellow saber, together ... creating a orange fussion of colors. He nodded slightly. He could feel the pain, fear ... aggression, and his personal favorite ... hatred ... dwelling inside of this Knight.*

"Good ... " was all he could say.

*He volleyed most of Jeng's saber movements, stepping back, and allowing him to miss, on some of his - dodging, as well. He spun, lightsaber in hsi left hand, in a counter-clockwise motion, left arm extended. As he spun, the blade's edge was swirling towards the head of Jeng. Seeing this in the last instant, he ducked underneath of the blade, and brought his own up to counter Adi-Wan's attack. As he opened up the center of his gravity, Adi-Wan's centrificul force of spinning continued, and he brought out his right leg, extended it, and smaked Jeng across the face with the top of his boot. Adi-Wan helicoptered to the ground, and flipped to his feet as Jeng stood, again, as well.*

"Rule number two, in saber duels ... anything goes ... use your martial arts techniques as well, the Lightsaber is not the only weapon that can slay your opponent. Using your mind, the Force, and the martial arts techniques to volley your opponent with a barrage of different attacks will wear their bodies down, and cause an element of unexpectedness ... I have slain many Jedi, and Sith alike, by staying in tune with my Body's abilities, as well as using the Force. In the end, the lightsaber kills your enemy ... but, it must be accompanied with several elements to ensure your victory ... if you focus solely on your saber techniques ... you will run across a Jedi one day that will handle you. Now ... let us continue ... "

*He extended his right hand, and moved the left-lightsaber to the right hand. Extending now, his left hand, he held his right Saber in a downward motion, towards the ground, and lifted his fingers, and palms, upwards ... then bent the figers, in a beckoning motion.*

"Come, Jeng ... show me what you have learned so far ... "

[Jeng Dorga]

* Jeng swipes the blood off his chin, and regains his balance*

Lord Adi Wan you have taugh me much........

* His sabre swings over his left hand and comes down to meet Adi Wans blade made into a X blocking the attack....Jeng's quickly kicking Adi Wan in the chest breaking the block....the Sith Lord stumbles, back to his balence. Jengs body now lands on to his feet as he moves in for another attack, this time Adi Wan bring his Sabre cross Jeng chest missing him on purpose to show Jeng how close he is......to defeat.........

Adi Wan you will not win this fight yet.......

* Jeng blocks the over head swing for the red Sabre as sparks fly...the two Sabre be block locked in to a battle of pure strength as, Adi Wan takes his Left and hand and force pushes Jeng into a wall............

............AAAAHHHHHHHH YOU WILL NOT WIN

*Jeng reachs for his other Sabre, the very Sabre he pulled form his Masters hand at the Jedi Temple on Yavin.........As The Pruple Sabr ein his right and the Yellow in his Left........the Two Sabre are held in a postion almost like an side ways X

[Vortex]

Outside of the complex a solitary figure stood, embracing the warmth which the planet's sun granted him. To be at one with nature was to tap into it's power, and that power was infinite, so in theory, those who use the force should have infinite power. It was that theory which Cheewub hoped to prove. The only way he would gain such a powerful, limitless source of energy was to journey down this path, a path which gave him the power, nay, the obligation to conquer those that would stand in his way.

The stars were an immense source of force, unfoturnately one could never get so close to them as to tap it, so one had to convert the simple sunlight and radiation into their own fuel.

So, he simply stood there, soaking it all in like some short, black-cloaked battery.

His mind was in deep meditation, delving into uses of his power, exploring the manipulation of it, focusing it all upon his brain in order to achieve a higher level of thinking; a higher level of existance.

[Darth Hatred]

*Pulling himself off the wall, and breathing hard, he says:*

So I see, young Nightterror. But you still have much to learn.

*Holding his hand out, palm facing the Sith, he uses the Force to prevent her from moving, and brings her to him. He squeezes harder, forcing her sides to feel the pressure, forcing a grimace on her face.*

Much to learn, indeed.

*Hatred then accelerates Tarrian to a mind numbing speed, heading straight for the opposite wall, head first, but stopping her just mere microns from connecting.*

It would seem that right now, we are at a stalemate.

*Releasing her from the grip, she rights herself.*

Now, begin again.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan saw that Jeng was engaging another saber into his battle weaponry. If he wanted to play hardball, hardball ... is what he would receive. Adi-Wan instantly sprung into battle, he used one saber at first, parrying the attacks of the Sith Knight before him, he began to break a sweat, however, as Jeng moved quickly. He slashed, and blocked, keeping a decent mix of attack, and defense moves, and postures. Ducking beneath a slash of two sabers, Adi-Wan then used the force to propel his attacker, and would-be assassin backwards. Stunning him temporarily, he used that time to reveal his second saber. Another crimson blade ... he held each in its own hand.*

*Rearing back in his battle stance, his right arm extended back, left arm facing downwards. His left leg forward, and right back. He stood with his body sideways towards Jeng as he spoke.*

"Have at you .... Knight."

[Jeng Dorga]

* Sweat covers the whole body of his Sith Warrior......his yellow hair wet...some blood still left on his face form the kick had dryed, and his hand sore. Form the powerful attacks form Adi Wan*

Lord Adi Wan I'am glad you are an Allie, and I'm greatful you are teaching me........

* The Yellow and Purple Sabre, are now both at his sides....... Jeng movies in with a swiping attack. His Yellow Sabre going high and his Purple Sabre going low....trying to catch the Sith Lord off his feet, with no avail.....Jeng yellow sabre meets contact with Adi Wans Red Sabre......as sparks fly.......The second contact between Jengs Purple Sabre and Adi Wan other Red Sabre were locked as well.

Lord Adi Wan,i feel that Dark Side fueling my anger, and malice for you......can you feel it

* Taking all that anger.....throws all of his weight into Adi Wan as The Sith Lord.......is set back few a few step.....both Sith have completely........exsated.......all that is left in them is the Force......as they both seem to grow darker.....there eyes meet..........and they both charge at each other....A small grin appears on Jengs Face......... style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/mad.gif


OOC: When are we going to call it quits on his battle.........i'm almost out of attacks here.........I can't seem to come up with enough action to make it look as good as your posts style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/blink.gif

[Tarrian]

Turning to face Hatred, she inhaled a deep breath and prepared to go at it again with her Master. She had grown stronger in the time since she had trained with Hatred, but it seemed that he did as well. Fighting Hatred was not the problem, winning was.

Flipping forward, Tarrian allowed her feet to briefly touch the ground and used that to help propel herself towards Hatred. As she neared him, she reached out with her hand and used the force to push him slightly of balance and with her other hand, she Thwaped him hard on the side of the head as she went by him. As she neared the ground, she tucked her feet under her and rolled. Getting back up onto her feet, she waited for Hatred’s response.

[Darth Hatred]

*Rubbing the side of his head, Hatred could only look at Tarrian in disbelief. Did she really just thwap me on my head? He turns and flies straight at her, headfirst. Moments before he hit her, he veers offto her left, making sure that the toe of his steel-toes connects with her mouth, sending her reeling back.*

Didn't see that one. The element of surprise, child.

[Adi-Wan]

OOC: A couple more posts, and we'll wrap this up ... it's been quite some time since i've dueled IC, on any RP board. I was getting bored of being on diplomatic style of missions ... hehe.

IC:

*Adi-Wan watched some of the sweat fall from his brow as he slapped his lightsabers against those of his temporary enemy. He swung his right saber in a downward chopping motion, and once that was blocked, he spun in a counter-clockwise motion, with his left saber extended at the waist, outwards. As he spun, Jeng noticed at the last possible second, that he was about to be sliced into two pieces, and flipped out of the way. Adi-Wan started to respect this one, which he did not earlier. He nodded.*

"I do feel the hatred inside of you ... listen to the voices in your head, Jeng ... it is the dark spirits instructing you ... you will have to give in to their will, and only then ... will you become all-powerful, my young Knight."

*Adi-Wan used the Force, to pull a miscellaneously placed item that was bolted to the wall, and threw it towards Jeng, who's back was exposed to the piece of machinery. As it flew silently, Jeng felt the force telling him to beware - he turned in time to slice the ornament into two perfectly symetrical shreds of scrap. Adi-Wan chuckled sinisterly.*

"Good ... GOOD! ... You are learning young one ... who was your master? I would like to kill him for not teaching you the correct way of the force ... he must have been weak, and worried that you would overpower him. You have a great attention span, and are a quick learner ... but remember one thing ... I will kill you, if you show me that you are weaker then I suspect ... don't make me be wrong about you ... not many have proven me wrong ... and lived to tell the tale ... "

[Jeng Dorga]

* The Young Knight was sore on every possible body part. His Sabre aiming at Adi Wans Legs as he swing his purple Sabre at his feet flowed by the yellow sabre.........Adi Wan easily back filped out of it.......Jeng once agin feeling the pain the fear being killed......the anger of his Jedi Master.................and the out of no where a vocie came to him Jeng.......your sole is deep your power of the darkside is strong with in you.......you must......use it............*

Adi Wan I have some thing to show you..........As the knight held up his hand he made a choke like figuering hold....

* And then Adi Wan be gan to feel his neck tightin....his eyes began to water........as a sign of giving up he held up his hand.......and three bolts of lighting hit Jeng in the Chest.........Jeng was send back hitting a wall...........Jeng ripes open his robe....as his chest has thrid degree burn marks.........*

* A small grin appears on Jengs face *

Once again Lord Adi Wan

[Vortex]

Finally, that higher level had come.

His senses were entirely disconnected from the outside world save only the sixth sense provided to him by the force, which in turn more than equalled the combined information collected by the other five. His eyes, open or closed, would view nothing, however his mind could see the world, nay, a thousand worlds. He could see the essense of all that populated this planet, and others like it, any that had a natural surgance of enough force power to be picked up by his own abilities. His "sight" became a swirl of colors, shapes, patters, all relating different information. Instead of gender, race, nationality, he could see their fear, their anger, and their sadness.

His head was filled with sounds as well, not the minute sound of the wind tossing around dust on the landscape that surrounded him, but the sound of torturous cries, agonizing moans, burning yells, and the rattling of cages... the rattling of souls waiting to be freed from their social bonds, freed from expectations. The sound of souls thriving to be free, to be in control of their own destiny is what fueled Cheewub the most. It was the feeling of liberation, the feeling of rising above that which you were expected to remain at, that which you were forbidden to rise above.

On his tongue was a bittersweet flavor. Such a flavor was unlike no other, for it mimicked the life-blood of an animal, slain in the hunt, but it was sweeter, like the most plump, moist fruit picked from the most abundant tree. It was combined with an alluring aroma which loosened the body and envigorated the muscles. It was amazingly fulfilling, but left a haunting, yearning sensation within. It was his thirst for power, his thirst for dominance, and it was something that would never be satisfied.

Finally, the affect took hold on his body...

The muscles within were in a continuous, contradicting state of warmth and coolness, providing the most benificial conditioning for any physical action. The hairs on his body would stand on end, and then fall, continuously being tantalized by the alternating temperature felt from within. A flow of energy, like a warm upward stream, ran throughout his spinal collumn, branching out at the hips, and then again at the shoulders in order to saturate the entire body with it's penetrating, powerful warmth.

He was now ready.

[Darth Nik]

Lord Pharazon, I am ready to help in the destruction of our enemies, what are your orders?

*OOC: Sorry I haven't been RPing, but between vacation, school, and KOTOR, it's been difficult.*

[Tarrian]

Stunned from the kick to the mouth, Tarrian rubbed her jaw and whiped away some of the blood. She could feel her mouth and jaw swelling and knew that there was already a bruise starting there. Anger welled up insider her and she channeled it towards Master Hatred.

Grabbing Hatred with the force, she pulled him to her and nailed him in the face with the butt of her saber, as his head went back, she grabbed his shoulders and proceeded to slam her knee up and plow it into his balls, bringing Hatred to his knees. Following through with her anger, she spun around and side kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

Grabbing her lightsaber once again, she ignited it and stood there waiting for her Master to get up. "I have learned much since you trained me last Hatred."

[Darth Vengence]

Entering the picture walks in Darth Vengence. His black robes neatly wrapped around his muscular body. Looking around, Vengence walked over to the fight between Hatred and Tarrian, there he quietly watched....

[Darth Hatred]

*Rubbing the split on his forehead, tasting the blood, and feeling the dull throb in the pit of his stomach form the shot to his groin, Hatred decides that this fight is over, time to fight "old school". He sets back to the ground, Force-pulls Tarrian back to the ground, and the two begin hand-to-hand, something Hatred was better at. Trading swings and punches, Tarrian blocking the better part of the blows, but still taking far more than she should have, Hatred dives deep into the Force, feeling it flow through him. Throwing punches faster than the eye can see, and landing more than half, as Tarrian was having difficulty keeping up. Hatred finally threw his last punch, a flat palm to the nose. Breaking Tarrians nose, sending tears streaming from her eyes and blood flowing now from her nostrils. Stopping the fight, Hatred then, in one final blow, slams his fist right into her left temple, knocking her unconscious, and dropping her like a sack of bantha excrement. which is all that she was, in his eyes. Her limp, unprotected body lay there, in the middle of the room, and Hatred kicks her again, right in the mouth, knocking all of her front teeth out.*

Child, you will never be the Sith I am, as long as you forget about fighting in close.

[Adi-Wan]

*Adi-Wan lifted a hand as Jeng bore his burned chest, extended it outwards as if to stop him.*

"That is enough for today ... you've learned much today, young one ... and you are more powerful then I'd hoped for. This Alliance of the Sith will definately be better off for your presence by our side ... "

*Adi-Wan nodded to him, and turned to promptly move into the shadows beside a large pilar. As he walked into the darkness, his physical form disappeared ... vanished ... before everyone's eyes. He was still there, just totally ... and completely ... invisible. High upon a Window cill, he sat meditating more then 30 feet above the ground. Waiting, he would be patient until the time when his services were needed.*

[Darth Vengence]

Vengence quietly watched the fight....

[Tarrian]

OOC: Holy Crap Justin, that was just horrid.

IC: Tarrian gets up and goes to the medical facility and has her teeth put back, gets cleaned up and goes back to the main chamber. Walking up to Master Hatred, she bows low before him. "Master, I still have much to learn. I would be honored of you would continue to train me."

[Vortex]

He was now ready to enter the temple again, his mind and body in it's peak conditioning. The force power resonated off of him like he was a tuning fork, which made his presense no doubt unnerving for several of the younger, more novice sith, and perhaps a few of the more elite.

He entered the main hall and then spoke.

"I must select an apprentice," he declared.

He then slowly moved his staff, letting the end of it swipe around him in an 8 foot circle, invisably emitting a dome of nuetral force energy to empower and attract those who might be interested.

"Step forward and be tested." he added, hinting that it would be no easy task.

[Jeng Dorga]

*Jeng now sitting in the throne room, cross legged....medataing...wondering what will happen next. He is now in tune with the force calling on it, to heal him to turn his old and battered body anew...calling on it to make him stronger, quicker....more capablie of controling the force....awaiting his Masters orders. For his next mission, his loses him self in the force seeing enemys old friends old Masters, and somethings to come in the next life time.*

[Darth Heretic]

I would advise any of you that do not have a master, and still seek one to step to Master Cheewubs test. I'm certain that it will be more difficult than anything you can imagine. And his training will be FAR different from mine.

[Adi-Wan]

*From the window cill where Adi-Wan sat, and watched, he saw Jeng meditating on the floor. He smirked, and figured he'd teach him his last lesson. He plucked his lightsaber from it's belt, and glared upon him as if he was a hawk, watching a field mouse running upon the grounds of the Correllia fields. As a hawk, he lurched out, and away from the ledge which he was perched upon. "Flying" through the air, he lept downwards, and ignited his saber at the last possible second. He could feel Jeng feeling things disturbing him ... it was the Force telling him that he was in danger - he opened his meditating eyes, in time to see Adi-Wan standing before him with a lightsaber ignited. He reared back, and swung the blade - to it's inevitable fate .... which was within an inch of Jengs eyes.*

*From the side view, Adi-Wan stood, with both hands upon his saber-hilt, blade ignited. Jeng leaned his head back, and stopped as he knew he was about to be killed. Backwards tilted head, he closed his eyes ... but, death never came - he heard the hum of the blade, and felt it's heat being emitted. He opened his eyes to see Adi-Wan had held up. He didn't slay him ... why? Jeng spoke in defeat.*

"Lord Adi-Wan, finish me ... i've been defeated ... and deserve death for my weakness. Finish what you have begun ... "

*Adi-Wan kept the blade at his face, however, not touching him with it. He didn't move, but rather stood above him, while Jeng sat with his arms backwards, and his hands upon the ground. His legs were crossed, as he sat on the floor. Adi-Wan smirked, the only thing visible behind the dark hood that concealed his face ... his pearly white teeth. He spoke sinisterly, to the young Knight that had still, much to learn.*

"I will not slay you, Jeng ... but, rather ... enforce something in your head ... a fight is never over when your opponent says it is ... it is only over when one of you has died .... remember that. This will teach you in the future, that a kiniving Jedi will use any means to save his own pathetic life ... so that he may slay you when your back is first turned from him. The threat of deceit runs higher with those other weaklings that would call themselves Sith, and not sit in this house of Heretic."

*He disengaged his saber, and this time, he told him.*

"Now, you may relax ... no more lessons, no more stunts ... our training is over. You have done extremely well, and I look forward to killing with you by my side, Jeng ... "

*He gave him a curt nod, and turned his back, fading back into the shadows, Jeng watched him intently. As he hit the darkness in the corner of the room, by a pilar, he seemed to vanish into it's density. Again, Adi-Wan was concealing himself in the upper rafters of the area, hiding, and meditating. He would sit here, until the meetings conviened.*

[Lord Freem]

OOC:This is because Darth heretic hasn't posted a reply to the fight were having in 3 weeks!

Lord Freem yanks up a rock from the ground with the force. With the force he shot the old piece of scrapped wall at Heretics head. The rock itself that was as big as his head smacked him in the face making the master slam the ground. Getting up his nose streaming with blood and his face with a small rock shard in the left cheek.

OOC:that will teach ya! style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tongue.gif


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[Darth Heretic]

OOC: style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/ohmy.gif I don't recall us having a duel, but ok.


IC:
*Heretic stands up, looks over his shoulder and see's his impression in the wall. "Impressionist" art, I'll never understand it.. Turning to look back at Freem, Heretic gets a funny look in his eyes. Using the Force he picks Freem up, lifts him to the rafters, and starts bashing his head across the ceiling, all the while choking the Sith, until he is knocked unconscious.*

That'll teach me what?

[Lord Freem]

Dropping to the floor from a very painful fall Freem got up and shook off the woden shards and stone dust. Grabbing up his saber he ignited and slashed down at heretic easily blocked as usual. but this time he had a trick up his sleeve as heretic blocked he pulled him in and punched him in the face, more blood streamed from his nose. Then with a flick of his wrist he sent him flying inot the wall and a stone slabbed crumbled from the wall and landed on heretic. then again he pulled him from the stones and slit his achillies tendants so he couldn't walk. His body fell to the ground.

"ow, you go walk down and get those fixed in the med room. Oh wait, you can't walk with those. I'll get a droid to take you down."

we need an assitance droid to help an injured sith to the med room.


OOC:that will teach you

[john skywalker]

John stopped his efforts and walked over to Master Cheewub...

He stood before the Master and bowed... "Lord, I come to accept your challenge..."

He watched the creature and struggled to grasp his tongue as he spoke...

[Vortex]

There stood the young man who's intentions were questionable at best. Cheewub was a master at reading people's reactions to himself and others, and this boy, though clever in concealing it, would obviously need some convincing before he would accept the apprenticeship.

The boy obviously misunderstood what the challenge would be. No doubt he thought the challenge would be to take, or repell, whatever was dished out. He was wrong.

The challenge would be to see how long he would last before crying out and begging for him to stop.

Cheewub did not answer with a verbal reply, instead he nodded, and so began the event. The force energy which Cheewub had so expertly collected and manipulated was then pulled from the limbs of his body into his head, strengthening his mental abilities immensely, providing for a truly unpredictable amount to be fueled into the next action.

Cheewub's eyes narrowed, and John's world disappeared. Everything around him was pain, HIS pain. He could feel a thousand thrashings, a hundred burns, a multitude of wounds all over his body. Pinpricks of searing firey pain would cover the soft tissue of his eyes while a grating scrape would make his face feel as though it was being turned into a shredded topping for some pastery dish. Images of a thousand deaths, all his would fill his entire field of vision.

This hell was reserved for the first lesson for anyone who chose to be his student.

[Darth Heretic]

OOC: Freem, I refuse to acknowledge that last post. You are an apprentice, and those moves would not be possible, especially since you were knocked unconscious. style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/mad.gif

[Vortex]

OOC: Allthough I completely agree that the apprentice obviously would not have such power over the master, is it not breaking the rules to declare that you knocked him unconsious anyways? Is it not up to him to decide how much punishment he can take, and what he tries to do to escape from the choking?

[Lord Freem]

OOC: style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/crying.gif sorry every once in awhile i post a little off the wall. style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wacko.gif Alright so i'm uncosious! Sorry about the whole achilies tendant thing. You'll forvive me ???

[Adi-Wan]

OOC: WTF? Does nobody post anymore ... ? Seriously ... c'mon people.

IC:

*Adi-Wan sat above all, in the rafters watching the sun set on another long day ... not too many more suns would set, or moons rise, before the mayhem of the House of Heretic would be unleashed upon all of those that would stand in it's way.*

*He smirked.*

[Darth Vengence]

With the aid of the force, Vengence made his way up to Adi-wan. Glancing out into the window, Vengence smiled, "You forsee their end as well?"

[john skywalker]

John watched Master Cheewub in a sense of mild-amusement before he unleashed the hell upon his mind...

The mental imagery that ran across his mind was enough to have any normal man crunched up in the fetal position and screaming for dear life or their mothers', depending on which of the two could answer first... Yet John did not know of the concept mother, orphaned you see... so he'd be forced to be content with dear life... Anyhow...

The blade that was normally firmly in his grasp fell to the ground, a dust cloud forming in its wake...

John clutched his body, his view of the world had soon vanished and he felt torn away... If one thought could manage to please John, it was that this pain could be used to manipulate the force later within his training... However, if this thought could ever be processed under such torture, John went utterly unaware of its processing... Instead, tears ran down his cheek, his heart palpitations multiplied to levels unknown of most beings...

A horrific display of death, death, slaughter and more death ran through his mind... He cringed, he clenched his jaws, he could only feel the pain, the all-encompassing pain... He felt the life being ripped away from his body and if possible, had realized the utter abscence of life and joy that he was going through... He could feel anything that would lead to his comfort soon dissipate... He had collapsed to the ground yet did not feel it...

His finger nails were digging into his skull, he was tearing at the flesh around his skull in hopes of one pain to relieve the other... He closed his eyes, tears still streaming...

The sensation of the air in his lungs evaporating, his lungs being ripped up and the blood soaking and becoming trapped within them to cause the choking in one's own blood was a mere pinprick compared to what was surging in his mind's eye...

No experience could ever have compared to the pain he was sensing at this very moment, yet he would not give in to the cries of mercy that screamed in his mind to help relieve the pain...

[Vortex]

He looked at the young man who was currently being taught that there were worse things in this world than what he can put himself through.

The immense pain, the disorienting sensations which poured over John's mind were about to be made even more encompassing. Accompanied with a feeling all too unfamiliar to the sith.

Helplessness.

THWACK! A forceful blow came to John's head from the staff which Cheewub carried. At the moment of impact, a strange sensation would be felt. A ripple of force power followed by the rapid deteriation of all powers Sith within John's body.

It was at that moment the secret of Cheewub's staff would be revealed. It was a powerful, LIVING staff, a branch from a great tree, the tallest tree on his homeworld, so full of force energy that even severing it from it's source would not kill it. So full of nuetral force energy that it had a severe effect on those who were shifting from one side to another.

In fact, it was something which Cheewub was very careful about. In his youth he had been more set into the ways of Darkness than any young man of the current group. Over time the branch had managed to nuetralize quite a bit of his darkness, leaving him highly powered, but only moderately darkened.

He might one day hav