Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
The shifting sands of the of the inhospitable planet of Tatooine rumbled and buckled as the thunderous roar of the blood lusting masses screeched and echoed through the arid desert air. Sarthis the Hutt was hosting his fortieth cycle gladiatorial games at his vast palace complex located deep within the feared Forbidden Dunes sector of Tatooine. The arena was massive, easily seating over ten thousand life forms of every sentient species to have ever roamed the Outer Rim. Up in his lavish throne suite, Sarthis looked down on the action surrounded by his plethora of guards, servants and henchmen. The sizable slug like alien, controlled one of the most lucrative and powerful cartels in all of Hutt controlled space and he was one of the most feared crime lords in the known galaxy. Sarthis’ reputation was so dire that even the Jedi Order, made it a point to steer clear of his operations.
As the various alien gladiators faced off in open combat, a dark and sinister face glared down from Sarthis’ throne suite. Garbed in the intimidating black robes and hood of a Sith Lord, Darth Tragedis narrows his pale orange and red eyes as he peers from beneath his black hood. His face adorned with various Sith tattoos, taking on the vague shape of a human skull. The skin around his left eye, a burnt and scarred mass was a tell tale sign of his body undergoing Dark Side degradation. His very essence infested with the malignant energies of the Dark Side of the Force. Beside him stood his young apprentice, Kami Zekai. The young Dark Sider was nearing the completion of initial Sith training and had already proved himself an exceptional warrior. For only two solar cycles prior had dominated the gladiatorial gauntlet known as Reaper's Blade, killing over one hundred fighters and earning both a place a fellow Hutt Enforcer and a much feared reputation as one of the most deadly duelists in the Outer Rim. Tragedis smirks to himself as he knows it was all due to his fierce training. He senses agitation in his Sith underling.
"Itching to get back into the games already aye?"
Kami only slightly looks up at his master, narrowing his sinister eyes in acknowledgment.
Tragedis grins with an evil flare "One thing you must learn is that even with the Sith, patience is always a virtue. Take that to heart my young apprentice, for if impulsiveness rules your spirit, than you've already lost."
Suddenly Sarthis lets out a hearty and guttural laugh as he witnesses a new fighter of gigantic stature being led out into the arena by various guards. The figure stands nearly eight feet tall, and is dressed in a tattered tunic that covers nearly his entire body, his face obscured by a facial wrap of brown cloth. As soon as Tragedis catches sight of the new addition, an odd feeling washes over him as he begins to feel almost nauseated, his hands emitting a slight trembling. The figure is unshackled an handed a large spear. Tragedis’ breathing becomes more labored as he begins to feel a deep rumbling within The Force. The Sith Lord clenches his fist, having never felt something like this before.
Tragedis swallows hard “I’ve never felt a presence like this in all my life. I feel great ripples in the nexus of the Force itself, as if all energies are converging on that very spot, it’s incredible…where did they find this being?" he asks a nearby patrol guard.
“Patrols say they picked him up this morning, he volunteered for the fights.” says the guard.
“By the name of Korriban, something isn’t right. No one’s presence within The Force is this strong…Do you feel it Kami?” says Tragedis.
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As the various alien gladiators faced off in open combat, a dark and sinister face glared down from Sarthis’ throne suite. Garbed in the intimidating black robes and hood of a Sith Lord, Darth Tragedis narrows his pale orange and red eyes as he peers from beneath his black hood. His face adorned with various Sith tattoos, taking on the vague shape of a human skull. The skin around his left eye, a burnt and scarred mass was a tell tale sign of his body undergoing Dark Side degradation. His very essence infested with the malignant energies of the Dark Side of the Force. Beside him stood his young apprentice, Kami Zekai. The young Dark Sider was nearing the completion of initial Sith training and had already proved himself an exceptional warrior. For only two solar cycles prior had dominated the gladiatorial gauntlet known as Reaper's Blade, killing over one hundred fighters and earning both a place a fellow Hutt Enforcer and a much feared reputation as one of the most deadly duelists in the Outer Rim. Tragedis smirks to himself as he knows it was all due to his fierce training. He senses agitation in his Sith underling.
"Itching to get back into the games already aye?"
Kami only slightly looks up at his master, narrowing his sinister eyes in acknowledgment.
Tragedis grins with an evil flare "One thing you must learn is that even with the Sith, patience is always a virtue. Take that to heart my young apprentice, for if impulsiveness rules your spirit, than you've already lost."
Suddenly Sarthis lets out a hearty and guttural laugh as he witnesses a new fighter of gigantic stature being led out into the arena by various guards. The figure stands nearly eight feet tall, and is dressed in a tattered tunic that covers nearly his entire body, his face obscured by a facial wrap of brown cloth. As soon as Tragedis catches sight of the new addition, an odd feeling washes over him as he begins to feel almost nauseated, his hands emitting a slight trembling. The figure is unshackled an handed a large spear. Tragedis’ breathing becomes more labored as he begins to feel a deep rumbling within The Force. The Sith Lord clenches his fist, having never felt something like this before.
Tragedis swallows hard “I’ve never felt a presence like this in all my life. I feel great ripples in the nexus of the Force itself, as if all energies are converging on that very spot, it’s incredible…where did they find this being?" he asks a nearby patrol guard.
“Patrols say they picked him up this morning, he volunteered for the fights.” says the guard.
“By the name of Korriban, something isn’t right. No one’s presence within The Force is this strong…Do you feel it Kami?” says Tragedis.
bhuss
lilbean
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Kloudy
