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bingus44
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Darth Mortemis's Star Destroyer Class Ship.
Darth Mortemis was in his chambers aboard his ship when a his most trusted officer named Kelren entered the room. Kelren bowed before Mortemis and asked "permission to speak my Lord?"
"Quickly." Mortemis answered.
"My Lord, I have received an urgent message from Darth Krain for you." Kelren said.
"And it is...?" Darth Mortemis asked.
"He said it is too dangerous to say over HoloCom and he wishes to speak with you on Korriban." Kelren said.
"Very well, this paranoid fool better not be wasting my time." Darth Mortemis said. Then he added "you are dismissed Kelren."
"Thank you my lord." Kelren said before bowing and exiting the room.
Darth Mortemis got his lightsaber hilt from the table next to his chair and clipped it into his belt, he also picked up Cape and hood, and attached it to the back of his battle armor. He put his hood up and walked to the hanger of his star destroyer. As he walked through the halls of the ship. every trooper, officer, and slave bowed as he walked by them. Now he was in the hanger and there sat his Sith Infiltrator class ship. It was a small ship used for sneaking behind enemy lines, he used it during the war to sneak onto republic vessels to assassinate republic generals and whatnot. Now he entered his ship and his 2V series droid "2V-42" instantly greeted him with "ahh, hello Lord, it's been quite some time since I've seen you."
"Yes, six months." Mortemis said. Mortemis kind of likes the droid, better then any people atleast. the droid was like a person but without all the stupid needs and thoughts people have. Darth Mortemis sat in the pilots chair and set course for Korriban. His ship instantly traveled there and landed in the hanger. He exited his ship and arrived in the Korriban hanger. As soon as he landed on the planet he felt the powerful Darkside energy coming from it. The planet almost seemed to pulse with the Darkside, it pulsed so strongly that you could almost hear it. The reason this planet was so strong in the Darkside wasn't only because all of the Sith Lords and Darths here, but because of the tombs of the ancient Sith Lords. Marka ragnos, tulak hoard, and Naga Sadow were all buried here in the tombs, They are so ancient that they were Sith Lords before the title "Darth" even existed.
Korriban
Darth Mortemis exited the hanger and walked to the outside of Korriban. He walked towards the academy, and stood out front of it was a young boy, about sixteen. Mortemis sensed no force power in him so he curiously asked "who are you, boy?"
The boy looked visibly scared when Mortemis walked up to him, and then he looked terrified when Mortemis spoke.
"I.. I.. Im, Uhhh Dar.. Darth krains.. S.. Servant." The boy said, scared.
"Speak clearly next time boy, or I will relieve you of your duties." Mortemis said darkly. Mortemis entered the academy and walked by all the students training, he entered Darth Krain's chamber.
"I see you arrived, Darth Mortemis. Was my slave acceptable?" Darth Krain said.
He knew if he told the truth about the slave boy Darth Krain would kill the Slave, but Mortemis didn't care. "The boy was unacceptable. He didn't speak clearly and I couldn't understand a word he said. I feel insulted you chose him to greet me." Darth. Mortemis said.
"I see, I will deal with the boy." Darth Krain said. "Now time for the important buisness. The war is going to start soon. We only have six months before the treaty expires and the war fully starts again. I've come to see that you don't have an apprentice yet, are you looking to get one." He added.
"yes I'd be interested in an apprentice, but I haven't found anyone worthy yet." Mortemis said.
"A new class of students just finished, I suggest you go check them out. You could use and apprentice to assist you during the war." Krain said.
"Alright, ill go check them out, keep in contact with me about the war though." Mortemis said.
"Will do." Krain said.
Mortemis walked out of Krains chambers and went into the main area of the academy. There stood the Acolytes that had just finished their training. All the students bowed before him. The overseer that trained the students said "Darth Mortemis, an honor to meet you. I see your looking for an apprentice, may I recommend Ghanos?" The overseer said gesturing to a young Zabrak Man.
"No he's weak, I want her." Darth Mortemis said, pointing to a young pale girl with blonde hair.
"That is preposterous my lord! She is a runt, Ghanos is the best student! That girl barely made it past her training!" The overseer said.
"What is her name." Mortemis said.
"Her name doesn't matter! Trust me you want Ghanos! He is the top of the class, he is the only one with the potential to become a Darth like you." The overseer said.
"I have lost my patience with you, overseer." Said Darth Mortemis, coldly.
Darth Mortemis grabbed the overseer in a force grip and lifted him off of his feet. He tightly gripped his throat. The overseer began choking and pleading for his life, but Darth Mortemis continued to strangle the man to death. The overseer's body went limp and Mortemis dropped him to the ground.
Mortemis walked over to the young pale girl and said "what is your name, child?"
Darth Mortemis was in his chambers aboard his ship when a his most trusted officer named Kelren entered the room. Kelren bowed before Mortemis and asked "permission to speak my Lord?"
"Quickly." Mortemis answered.
"My Lord, I have received an urgent message from Darth Krain for you." Kelren said.
"And it is...?" Darth Mortemis asked.
"He said it is too dangerous to say over HoloCom and he wishes to speak with you on Korriban." Kelren said.
"Very well, this paranoid fool better not be wasting my time." Darth Mortemis said. Then he added "you are dismissed Kelren."
"Thank you my lord." Kelren said before bowing and exiting the room.
Darth Mortemis got his lightsaber hilt from the table next to his chair and clipped it into his belt, he also picked up Cape and hood, and attached it to the back of his battle armor. He put his hood up and walked to the hanger of his star destroyer. As he walked through the halls of the ship. every trooper, officer, and slave bowed as he walked by them. Now he was in the hanger and there sat his Sith Infiltrator class ship. It was a small ship used for sneaking behind enemy lines, he used it during the war to sneak onto republic vessels to assassinate republic generals and whatnot. Now he entered his ship and his 2V series droid "2V-42" instantly greeted him with "ahh, hello Lord, it's been quite some time since I've seen you."
"Yes, six months." Mortemis said. Mortemis kind of likes the droid, better then any people atleast. the droid was like a person but without all the stupid needs and thoughts people have. Darth Mortemis sat in the pilots chair and set course for Korriban. His ship instantly traveled there and landed in the hanger. He exited his ship and arrived in the Korriban hanger. As soon as he landed on the planet he felt the powerful Darkside energy coming from it. The planet almost seemed to pulse with the Darkside, it pulsed so strongly that you could almost hear it. The reason this planet was so strong in the Darkside wasn't only because all of the Sith Lords and Darths here, but because of the tombs of the ancient Sith Lords. Marka ragnos, tulak hoard, and Naga Sadow were all buried here in the tombs, They are so ancient that they were Sith Lords before the title "Darth" even existed.
Korriban
Darth Mortemis exited the hanger and walked to the outside of Korriban. He walked towards the academy, and stood out front of it was a young boy, about sixteen. Mortemis sensed no force power in him so he curiously asked "who are you, boy?"
The boy looked visibly scared when Mortemis walked up to him, and then he looked terrified when Mortemis spoke.
"I.. I.. Im, Uhhh Dar.. Darth krains.. S.. Servant." The boy said, scared.
"Speak clearly next time boy, or I will relieve you of your duties." Mortemis said darkly. Mortemis entered the academy and walked by all the students training, he entered Darth Krain's chamber.
"I see you arrived, Darth Mortemis. Was my slave acceptable?" Darth Krain said.
He knew if he told the truth about the slave boy Darth Krain would kill the Slave, but Mortemis didn't care. "The boy was unacceptable. He didn't speak clearly and I couldn't understand a word he said. I feel insulted you chose him to greet me." Darth. Mortemis said.
"I see, I will deal with the boy." Darth Krain said. "Now time for the important buisness. The war is going to start soon. We only have six months before the treaty expires and the war fully starts again. I've come to see that you don't have an apprentice yet, are you looking to get one." He added.
"yes I'd be interested in an apprentice, but I haven't found anyone worthy yet." Mortemis said.
"A new class of students just finished, I suggest you go check them out. You could use and apprentice to assist you during the war." Krain said.
"Alright, ill go check them out, keep in contact with me about the war though." Mortemis said.
"Will do." Krain said.
Mortemis walked out of Krains chambers and went into the main area of the academy. There stood the Acolytes that had just finished their training. All the students bowed before him. The overseer that trained the students said "Darth Mortemis, an honor to meet you. I see your looking for an apprentice, may I recommend Ghanos?" The overseer said gesturing to a young Zabrak Man.
"No he's weak, I want her." Darth Mortemis said, pointing to a young pale girl with blonde hair.
"That is preposterous my lord! She is a runt, Ghanos is the best student! That girl barely made it past her training!" The overseer said.
"What is her name." Mortemis said.
"Her name doesn't matter! Trust me you want Ghanos! He is the top of the class, he is the only one with the potential to become a Darth like you." The overseer said.
"I have lost my patience with you, overseer." Said Darth Mortemis, coldly.
Darth Mortemis grabbed the overseer in a force grip and lifted him off of his feet. He tightly gripped his throat. The overseer began choking and pleading for his life, but Darth Mortemis continued to strangle the man to death. The overseer's body went limp and Mortemis dropped him to the ground.
Mortemis walked over to the young pale girl and said "what is your name, child?"
Syrena
Enchanted.
Korriban: Valley of The Dark Lords
She was cold.
Surreal groaned, rolled onto her side, and opened her eyes. Horuset was bright. The sun’s yellow glare colored the hazy clouds gold and made her eyes swell with tears. Her neck muscles ached and drunken pain pounded inside her brain. She felt sticky with sweat. Fresh blood matted her blonde hair.
Her gut rolled unpleasantly. Bile simmered in her stomach, sloshing up her throat. Surreal swallowed. Hard. And was vaguely gratefully when she didn’t vomit. She tried to push herself up. But her limbs were too heavy and the effort to move was too much. She collapsed back against the sand, panting. Abrupt vertigo spun her surroundings—towering, ancient ruins—into convoluted shapes.
“You’re awake.”
She turned her head, mewling pitifully, in the direction of the voice. The sudden snap-hiss-hum of a ruby lightsaber sent a sharp, unforgiving jolt of panic through her. Surreal fought her way into a crouch. Her vision swum. She blinked several times, desperate to turn multi-colored blurs into recognizable shapes. Velkan melted into stark form.
“Good.” He licked his lips, deliberately slow, and sneered.
Force lightning suddenly seared through her body and licked her fragile organs. Her sweat rose off her body in white, smoky swirls. Fresh tears seeped out of her eyes and evaporated before reaching her chin. Surreal’s pink lips opened in a silent scream; her voice lost in the midst of pure agony. Her muscles rippled, cramped, and her body twisted from one mangled shape to another.
Velkan’s lightning eased unexpectedly, and then stopped completely.
Surreal pulled her arms back toward her chest and wrapped them around her stomach, hugging herself in a protective embrace. Velkan circled her; sand crunched sharply underneath his boots and his breathing was ragged. Terror forced Surreal to crawl to her knees. Her limbs shook reflexively and she struggled to stay aware.
She watched Velkan stop lazily in front of her. He flashed his lightsaber threateningly, and held out a gloved hand. Surreal felt the Force swirl around her and pinch her neck. Velkan curled his fingers slightly. Surreal cried out, a new white-hot pain flashing through her nerves, as she was lifted off the ground.
Surreal pushed wildly at the Force. Desperate. Velkan staggered back, his concentration breaking. She crumpled into a heap. Her pain gave her enough Force induced strength to climb to her feet and activate her own ruby lightsaber. Velkan recovered and swung his blade at her.
Block. Step. Redirect. Parry. Lunge. Recover. Parry.
The tip of her blade split into Velkan’s skin near his wrist. Black scraps of clothing fluttered to the ground. Surreal danced out of the way, and Velkan pursued her. His swipes and lunges were starting to grow sloppy. But his technique was still better than hers.
Surreal ducked behind one of the ruins. Dark shadows stretched out before her, obscuring the rocky ground. She concentrated, deactivating her lightsaber as Velkan rounded the corner, and disappeared. The camouflage ate at her remaining strength. Keeping her fingers curled tightly around the saber hilt was taxing, nearly impossible.
Velkan passed her. She sensed him searching for her. Carefully, slowly, she reactivated her lightsaber and shoved the blade through his stomach. He turned, swiping at her and forcing her to duck, before he toppled over. The stink of cauterized flesh filled her nose, and blood gurgled out of his mouth. Surreal knelt next to him.
She nearly smiled as she brought her blade down in a slicing motion and neatly severed his head.
Korriban: Sith Academy
The class was smaller. Only a handful of students were left.
Surreal pulled her plain hood over her face and joined the assembly of students. The academy doors swept open a moment later. She bowed reflexively with the other students as a tall, Sith stalked into the room. The Force sung around him, and glistening power stretched out, passing through the walls and disappearing into shadows.
The overseer—a cruel, vicious man with a lean, muscular body—ruthlessly shoved Ghanos into the spotlight; he preened at the brief attention. She felt something dark growing in the stagnant air; a violent explosion was waiting to happen. Surreal jerked badly as the Sith pointed at her, ignoring the Zabrak. The motion made loose strands of her blonde hair readily visible from underneath her hood.
Shadows burned as the Sith’s temper built. Surreal trembled; her actions a mirror of the other students. Fear pulsed in her blood as the overseer started to choke. His life leaked slowly out of her body, and the Sith let his still warm flesh slump heavily against the ground.
Surreal licked her lips. The chapped skin tasted like salty copper. She was acutely aware of the dead overseer’s cooling flesh and the proximity of the Sith. But she looked Darth Mortemis over appraisingly and keenly noted the location of his lightsaber.
“My name is,” she tilted her head slightly to the side. Her blonde hair fell over her blue eyes. Surreal sucked in a deep breath suddenly aware of the magnitude of this particular moment. “Surreal.”
She was cold.
Surreal groaned, rolled onto her side, and opened her eyes. Horuset was bright. The sun’s yellow glare colored the hazy clouds gold and made her eyes swell with tears. Her neck muscles ached and drunken pain pounded inside her brain. She felt sticky with sweat. Fresh blood matted her blonde hair.
Her gut rolled unpleasantly. Bile simmered in her stomach, sloshing up her throat. Surreal swallowed. Hard. And was vaguely gratefully when she didn’t vomit. She tried to push herself up. But her limbs were too heavy and the effort to move was too much. She collapsed back against the sand, panting. Abrupt vertigo spun her surroundings—towering, ancient ruins—into convoluted shapes.
“You’re awake.”
She turned her head, mewling pitifully, in the direction of the voice. The sudden snap-hiss-hum of a ruby lightsaber sent a sharp, unforgiving jolt of panic through her. Surreal fought her way into a crouch. Her vision swum. She blinked several times, desperate to turn multi-colored blurs into recognizable shapes. Velkan melted into stark form.
“Good.” He licked his lips, deliberately slow, and sneered.
Force lightning suddenly seared through her body and licked her fragile organs. Her sweat rose off her body in white, smoky swirls. Fresh tears seeped out of her eyes and evaporated before reaching her chin. Surreal’s pink lips opened in a silent scream; her voice lost in the midst of pure agony. Her muscles rippled, cramped, and her body twisted from one mangled shape to another.
Velkan’s lightning eased unexpectedly, and then stopped completely.
Surreal pulled her arms back toward her chest and wrapped them around her stomach, hugging herself in a protective embrace. Velkan circled her; sand crunched sharply underneath his boots and his breathing was ragged. Terror forced Surreal to crawl to her knees. Her limbs shook reflexively and she struggled to stay aware.
She watched Velkan stop lazily in front of her. He flashed his lightsaber threateningly, and held out a gloved hand. Surreal felt the Force swirl around her and pinch her neck. Velkan curled his fingers slightly. Surreal cried out, a new white-hot pain flashing through her nerves, as she was lifted off the ground.
Surreal pushed wildly at the Force. Desperate. Velkan staggered back, his concentration breaking. She crumpled into a heap. Her pain gave her enough Force induced strength to climb to her feet and activate her own ruby lightsaber. Velkan recovered and swung his blade at her.
Block. Step. Redirect. Parry. Lunge. Recover. Parry.
The tip of her blade split into Velkan’s skin near his wrist. Black scraps of clothing fluttered to the ground. Surreal danced out of the way, and Velkan pursued her. His swipes and lunges were starting to grow sloppy. But his technique was still better than hers.
Surreal ducked behind one of the ruins. Dark shadows stretched out before her, obscuring the rocky ground. She concentrated, deactivating her lightsaber as Velkan rounded the corner, and disappeared. The camouflage ate at her remaining strength. Keeping her fingers curled tightly around the saber hilt was taxing, nearly impossible.
Velkan passed her. She sensed him searching for her. Carefully, slowly, she reactivated her lightsaber and shoved the blade through his stomach. He turned, swiping at her and forcing her to duck, before he toppled over. The stink of cauterized flesh filled her nose, and blood gurgled out of his mouth. Surreal knelt next to him.
She nearly smiled as she brought her blade down in a slicing motion and neatly severed his head.
Korriban: Sith Academy
The class was smaller. Only a handful of students were left.
Surreal pulled her plain hood over her face and joined the assembly of students. The academy doors swept open a moment later. She bowed reflexively with the other students as a tall, Sith stalked into the room. The Force sung around him, and glistening power stretched out, passing through the walls and disappearing into shadows.
The overseer—a cruel, vicious man with a lean, muscular body—ruthlessly shoved Ghanos into the spotlight; he preened at the brief attention. She felt something dark growing in the stagnant air; a violent explosion was waiting to happen. Surreal jerked badly as the Sith pointed at her, ignoring the Zabrak. The motion made loose strands of her blonde hair readily visible from underneath her hood.
Shadows burned as the Sith’s temper built. Surreal trembled; her actions a mirror of the other students. Fear pulsed in her blood as the overseer started to choke. His life leaked slowly out of her body, and the Sith let his still warm flesh slump heavily against the ground.
Surreal licked her lips. The chapped skin tasted like salty copper. She was acutely aware of the dead overseer’s cooling flesh and the proximity of the Sith. But she looked Darth Mortemis over appraisingly and keenly noted the location of his lightsaber.
“My name is,” she tilted her head slightly to the side. Her blonde hair fell over her blue eyes. Surreal sucked in a deep breath suddenly aware of the magnitude of this particular moment. “Surreal.”
bingus44
Elder Member
"You will become my dark apprentice, child. I know you are curios on why I'm choosing you so quickly without even testing you, or seeing you train first. It is because as soon as I entered this room I felt your presence, it was stronger then the overseer, you just do not understand how to use it yet, and I will teach you how to. When the time comes, I will unleash your fury on the republic, not yet though, it will come in time." Darth Mortemis explained.
"Now for your first trial." Darth Mortemis said. He slowly turned to Ghanos. "Kill him."
"What! You.. You can't.. You can't.." Ghanos stammered.
"I can do whatever I want, boy.." Mortemis said, coldly.
Darth Mortemis studied his new apprentice, he wondered if she'd actually kill Ghanos. It is her first trial, and a very very important one. She must learn her master's word comes first, even before the empires. Darth Mortemis also knew it was important not to let her know the war was coming in six months, because she isn't quite ready for combat. She is still fresh out of the academy. Mortemis remembers his time in the academy, he hated it, the first thing he did when he became Darth, is he went back to the academy to murder his overseer.
Darth Mortemis looked at Surreal, she was pulsing with emotions when he said to kill Ghanos. "Young one, unleash your emotions. Do not hesitate, strike Ghanos down." Mortemis said.
"Now for your first trial." Darth Mortemis said. He slowly turned to Ghanos. "Kill him."
"What! You.. You can't.. You can't.." Ghanos stammered.
"I can do whatever I want, boy.." Mortemis said, coldly.
Darth Mortemis studied his new apprentice, he wondered if she'd actually kill Ghanos. It is her first trial, and a very very important one. She must learn her master's word comes first, even before the empires. Darth Mortemis also knew it was important not to let her know the war was coming in six months, because she isn't quite ready for combat. She is still fresh out of the academy. Mortemis remembers his time in the academy, he hated it, the first thing he did when he became Darth, is he went back to the academy to murder his overseer.
Darth Mortemis looked at Surreal, she was pulsing with emotions when he said to kill Ghanos. "Young one, unleash your emotions. Do not hesitate, strike Ghanos down." Mortemis said.
Syrena
Enchanted.
She exhaled slowly and brushed past Darth Mortemis. His heavy cloak brushed against her side and she could feel the rigid lines of his body armor. Surreal felt his easy, confident puffs of air against her hood. Anxiety flared in the pit of her stomach, and nausea bubbled in the back of her throat. She swallowed and deliberately tilted her head to survey Ghanos.
The Zabrak’s body quivered in rage. His lips twisted into a nasty scowl and he stepped away from the other students. Ghanos’ fury curled into the Force. Strength bubbled tightly around him. Surreal tasted electric currents in the stale classroom air. But doubt radiated in the shadows; it seeped through his rage like quicksilver.
“As you wish.” She said, thickly.
Surreal reached into the frayed folds of her cloak and removed her paired lightsabers. The worn hilts felt comfortably heavy in her hand. She automatically locked the hilts together and activated the ruby blades. They hummed contentedly as she brought them up in front of her face in a defense position.
Jealous wafted off Ghanos. Pungent and deadly. She watched his hands flex at his sides. His fingers curled into tight fists. Then, he reached out. The overseer’s lightsaber twitched at his belt and then leapt into Ghanos’ outstretched hand. He clutched the hilt, activated the red blade, and smiled nastily.
He rushed forward, swinging his newly acquired lightsaber into a heavy offensive position. Surreal parried. Her muscles shook dangerously under the force of his attack. She squirmed, knocking his blade away from her body, and slunk past Mortemis.
She groped for the Force. Dark power rushed through her as she hastily blocked Ghanos’ second attack. Their blades hissed against each other. Surreal flung her left hand out in front of her. Immediately her right hand snapped closer to her chest. She wasn’t strong enough to hold Ghanos back with a single hand. But lightning bubbled around the fingertips of her left hand.
Surreal flung the electric charge at him. Wild forks of lightning licked at his cloak. Though he managed to deflect most of the attack with his lightsaber. She jumped back and rolled against the back wall of the class. Exhaustion nestled dangerously against her muscles, and she felt the Force slip away from her.
Ghanos circled closer to her. She took a deep breath and centered herself. Her connection to the Force strengthened. Surreal pulled the surge of energy tightly around her and pushed herself out of her crouch. She used the wall as leverage and jumped at Ghanos swinging her blade at him. The left blade caught part of his face and seared the superficial layers of his skin.
He knocked her viciously away. Surreal hit the ground in a controlled roll. The Force burned around her and she weaved it tightly against her body. She flickered in and out of sight. Then, she disappeared completely. Ghanos swung his blade wildly; the loose, uncoordinated attacks covered a lot of ground.
Surreal didn’t let herself breath as she circled around Ghanos. Force energy pressed heavily against her, and the nausea bubbling inside her gut grew worse. She rested—briefly—behind Ghanos; safe from the strikes of his lightsaber. Surreal held out her hand, her Force cloak flickered badly, and summoned Ghanos’ lightsaber.
“Bitch!” Ghanos shrieked, turning, and tightening his grip on his stolen lightsaber.
She persisted. The lightsaber bucked in Ghanos’ hand. His knuckles turned white and his fingers started to slide off the hilt. Abruptly, the weapon flew toward Surreal. She didn’t catch it. Instead, she rushed ruthlessly forward and forced her right blade into Ghanos’ stomach. He choked, stumbled.
Her strength failed. Ghanos crumpled to his knees, and Surreal mirrored the movement. He turned his lips up at her, snarling, and reached for the collar of her shirt. She haphazardly batted his hand away and forced her blade cleanly through his stomach. Much like Velkan, blood gurgled out of his mouth and stained his chin.
Surreal pushed away from Ghanos and deactivated her lightsaber. She struggled to her feet, feeling her muscles shake uncontrollably. “With a wound like that,” she worked to force her lips to twist into a mockery of a smirk, “You’re guaranteed a slow death.”
She jerkily turned to face Mortemis, waiting for his judgment.
The Zabrak’s body quivered in rage. His lips twisted into a nasty scowl and he stepped away from the other students. Ghanos’ fury curled into the Force. Strength bubbled tightly around him. Surreal tasted electric currents in the stale classroom air. But doubt radiated in the shadows; it seeped through his rage like quicksilver.
“As you wish.” She said, thickly.
Surreal reached into the frayed folds of her cloak and removed her paired lightsabers. The worn hilts felt comfortably heavy in her hand. She automatically locked the hilts together and activated the ruby blades. They hummed contentedly as she brought them up in front of her face in a defense position.
Jealous wafted off Ghanos. Pungent and deadly. She watched his hands flex at his sides. His fingers curled into tight fists. Then, he reached out. The overseer’s lightsaber twitched at his belt and then leapt into Ghanos’ outstretched hand. He clutched the hilt, activated the red blade, and smiled nastily.
He rushed forward, swinging his newly acquired lightsaber into a heavy offensive position. Surreal parried. Her muscles shook dangerously under the force of his attack. She squirmed, knocking his blade away from her body, and slunk past Mortemis.
She groped for the Force. Dark power rushed through her as she hastily blocked Ghanos’ second attack. Their blades hissed against each other. Surreal flung her left hand out in front of her. Immediately her right hand snapped closer to her chest. She wasn’t strong enough to hold Ghanos back with a single hand. But lightning bubbled around the fingertips of her left hand.
Surreal flung the electric charge at him. Wild forks of lightning licked at his cloak. Though he managed to deflect most of the attack with his lightsaber. She jumped back and rolled against the back wall of the class. Exhaustion nestled dangerously against her muscles, and she felt the Force slip away from her.
Ghanos circled closer to her. She took a deep breath and centered herself. Her connection to the Force strengthened. Surreal pulled the surge of energy tightly around her and pushed herself out of her crouch. She used the wall as leverage and jumped at Ghanos swinging her blade at him. The left blade caught part of his face and seared the superficial layers of his skin.
He knocked her viciously away. Surreal hit the ground in a controlled roll. The Force burned around her and she weaved it tightly against her body. She flickered in and out of sight. Then, she disappeared completely. Ghanos swung his blade wildly; the loose, uncoordinated attacks covered a lot of ground.
Surreal didn’t let herself breath as she circled around Ghanos. Force energy pressed heavily against her, and the nausea bubbling inside her gut grew worse. She rested—briefly—behind Ghanos; safe from the strikes of his lightsaber. Surreal held out her hand, her Force cloak flickered badly, and summoned Ghanos’ lightsaber.
“Bitch!” Ghanos shrieked, turning, and tightening his grip on his stolen lightsaber.
She persisted. The lightsaber bucked in Ghanos’ hand. His knuckles turned white and his fingers started to slide off the hilt. Abruptly, the weapon flew toward Surreal. She didn’t catch it. Instead, she rushed ruthlessly forward and forced her right blade into Ghanos’ stomach. He choked, stumbled.
Her strength failed. Ghanos crumpled to his knees, and Surreal mirrored the movement. He turned his lips up at her, snarling, and reached for the collar of her shirt. She haphazardly batted his hand away and forced her blade cleanly through his stomach. Much like Velkan, blood gurgled out of his mouth and stained his chin.
Surreal pushed away from Ghanos and deactivated her lightsaber. She struggled to her feet, feeling her muscles shake uncontrollably. “With a wound like that,” she worked to force her lips to twist into a mockery of a smirk, “You’re guaranteed a slow death.”
She jerkily turned to face Mortemis, waiting for his judgment.
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bingus44
Elder Member
Darth Mortemis watched the fight intensely, this is how he would decide who was truly worthy of becoming his apprentice. He was most pleased with the final result. He didn't want Ghanos, Ghanos was a cocky brat favored by the overseer. He seemed like the kind of person who in true combat would fail, which he did. Surreal stabbed him and left him to bleed out, that's also the way Mortemis prefers to kill. He wants his target to be in as much pain and agony as physically possible, so he could feed of their emotions before they die.
"Very good, apprentice." Darth Mortemis said, putting emphasis on the word "apprentice.".
"Now how do you feel? Describe your emotions. Do you feel the hate, the anger, and the fear? Emotions are what give Sith their power, the jedi believe in having no emotions and that is their greatest downfall. Now we have business to attend to on Dromund Kaas. You've never been to dromund Kaas have you? It surges with Darkside power, like Korriban. The emperor himself lives on Dromund Kaas aswell. Now let us not waste any time, let's get to my ship." Darth Mortemis said.
"Very good, apprentice." Darth Mortemis said, putting emphasis on the word "apprentice.".
"Now how do you feel? Describe your emotions. Do you feel the hate, the anger, and the fear? Emotions are what give Sith their power, the jedi believe in having no emotions and that is their greatest downfall. Now we have business to attend to on Dromund Kaas. You've never been to dromund Kaas have you? It surges with Darkside power, like Korriban. The emperor himself lives on Dromund Kaas aswell. Now let us not waste any time, let's get to my ship." Darth Mortemis said.
Syrena
Enchanted.
Surreal nodded in acknowledgement, and stepped calculatingly in front of Darth Mortemis.
Her knuckles were white against the hilt of her paired lightsabers. And her muscles cramped painfully together. Exhaustion made it impossible to draw strength from the Force. She struggled to unlock the hilts and replace the weapons on her utility belt.
Abruptly, gracelessly, she dropped to her knees in front of the Sith. Her body smacked loudly against the stone floor. She didn’t wince. A dull pain seeped through her and dissipated. “I pledge myself to your teachings.” The words were unnecessary. But Surreal pushed them out anyway; the formal acknowledgement was for her benefit. “To the ways of the Sith.”
She turned dispassionately to watch Ghanos wither on the ground at Mortemis’ command. His stomach acid was eating through the lining of his intestines. Voiceless words bubbled out of his mouth. His lungs seized vehemently and he struggled to vomit. Fresh blood and white pieces of tissue smeared across his burnt cheek.
“I felt fear. Hatred. Fury.” She paused and licked her dry, cracked lips. “But there is nothing now.” Surreal turned away and refocused her attention on Mortemis. Ghanos mewled incoherently and something dark twisted inside Surreal. “Though, perhaps, he should have the decency to end his own life. Rather than try to prolong it by miserably minutes.”
Her knuckles were white against the hilt of her paired lightsabers. And her muscles cramped painfully together. Exhaustion made it impossible to draw strength from the Force. She struggled to unlock the hilts and replace the weapons on her utility belt.
Abruptly, gracelessly, she dropped to her knees in front of the Sith. Her body smacked loudly against the stone floor. She didn’t wince. A dull pain seeped through her and dissipated. “I pledge myself to your teachings.” The words were unnecessary. But Surreal pushed them out anyway; the formal acknowledgement was for her benefit. “To the ways of the Sith.”
She turned dispassionately to watch Ghanos wither on the ground at Mortemis’ command. His stomach acid was eating through the lining of his intestines. Voiceless words bubbled out of his mouth. His lungs seized vehemently and he struggled to vomit. Fresh blood and white pieces of tissue smeared across his burnt cheek.
“I felt fear. Hatred. Fury.” She paused and licked her dry, cracked lips. “But there is nothing now.” Surreal turned away and refocused her attention on Mortemis. Ghanos mewled incoherently and something dark twisted inside Surreal. “Though, perhaps, he should have the decency to end his own life. Rather than try to prolong it by miserably minutes.”
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Mortemis looked his apprentice in the eyes and nodded at her, after she bowed to him. He was a bit displeased with her answer to his question, because she said "but there is nothing now."
Darth Mortemis responded by saying. "You feel nothing? A sith is nothing without emotion. You must always feel emotion and learn to draw on your opponents emotion, feed off of his anger, fear, misery, and pain. Keep drawing on it. When in combat think of your past if it was a bad one, which I'm sure it was. Think of the anger you felt for the overseer, and never let go of your emotions." He paused.
"I still think of when I killed my master. I respected the man and I remember the pride I felt when I killed him and became a dark lord and I also think of the grief of killing him, he was my only... Friend?" Darth Mortemis said unsure about using the word friend.
"Enough chatter, let's head to my ship." Darth Mortemis said leading the way to his small sith infiltration ship. They arrived at the Korriban hanger and entered his ship. He led surreal to her quarters in his ship. "You will be sleeping in here, but don't worry we have business to attend to and won't be getting much sleep." He said gesturing to the small room with a single bed in it."
He then showed her the center area of the ship, it was still quite small but the largest portion of the ship. in the center of the room stood a wide round table that was low to the ground. "This is the holocom." He said, talking about the table.
He now took her to the pilot area, it had four seats in it. Two in the center and two behind it. He sat down and said "take your seat."
He took the ship off of korriban's surface and made it go into korriban's orbit. The holo map of the galaxy appeared infront of him and he tapped on the spot of the map that read "seat of the empire" then another map popped up showing about fifteen different locations. He tapped on the one in the center, the The map made a beeping sound and showed a picture of Dromund Kaas. The planet was large, blue, and had permanent dark clouds above it. He tapped on a specific spot of the picture of dromund Kaas and it zoomed in. It showed the surface of dromund Kaas, in the picture it showed Kaas city. The capital of the empire, the city was magnificent and large and filled with huge buildings. The city also had tons of soldiers, civilians, and even sith lords roaming it. Lastly he clicked on the Kaas city space port then tapped the travel button on his pilot chair.
The ship began to rumble for a few minutes and started picking up speed, then the ship went into hyperspace. In mere minutes the ship jumped to dromund kaas's orbit.
"Now apprentice once we land on dromund Kaas we will head to my Chambers at the sith sanctuary in Kaas city immediately, to begin your first real trial's debriefing." Darth Mortemis explained.
"Before we head down I will tell you the most important thing, something that you must remember for as long as you may Live." He paused preparing to say the ancient words.
"Nwûl tash.Dzwol shâsotkun.Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.Wonoksh Qyâsik nun." Darth Mortemis chanted, his deep booming voice echoed through the ship as he said the sith code, in The ancient sith pureblood language.
"Now in a tongue you understand, human. Peace is a lie, there is only passion.Through passion, I gain strength.Through strength, I gain power.Through power, I gain victory.Through victory, my chains are broken.The Force shall free me." Darth Mortemis said, just saying those words made him feel more powerful, the words empowered the darkness in him and made him stronger.
"The sith code." He said darkly.
"Now we will head to my compound to discuss your trials." Darth Mortemis said.
Darth Mortemis responded by saying. "You feel nothing? A sith is nothing without emotion. You must always feel emotion and learn to draw on your opponents emotion, feed off of his anger, fear, misery, and pain. Keep drawing on it. When in combat think of your past if it was a bad one, which I'm sure it was. Think of the anger you felt for the overseer, and never let go of your emotions." He paused.
"I still think of when I killed my master. I respected the man and I remember the pride I felt when I killed him and became a dark lord and I also think of the grief of killing him, he was my only... Friend?" Darth Mortemis said unsure about using the word friend.
"Enough chatter, let's head to my ship." Darth Mortemis said leading the way to his small sith infiltration ship. They arrived at the Korriban hanger and entered his ship. He led surreal to her quarters in his ship. "You will be sleeping in here, but don't worry we have business to attend to and won't be getting much sleep." He said gesturing to the small room with a single bed in it."
He then showed her the center area of the ship, it was still quite small but the largest portion of the ship. in the center of the room stood a wide round table that was low to the ground. "This is the holocom." He said, talking about the table.
He now took her to the pilot area, it had four seats in it. Two in the center and two behind it. He sat down and said "take your seat."
He took the ship off of korriban's surface and made it go into korriban's orbit. The holo map of the galaxy appeared infront of him and he tapped on the spot of the map that read "seat of the empire" then another map popped up showing about fifteen different locations. He tapped on the one in the center, the The map made a beeping sound and showed a picture of Dromund Kaas. The planet was large, blue, and had permanent dark clouds above it. He tapped on a specific spot of the picture of dromund Kaas and it zoomed in. It showed the surface of dromund Kaas, in the picture it showed Kaas city. The capital of the empire, the city was magnificent and large and filled with huge buildings. The city also had tons of soldiers, civilians, and even sith lords roaming it. Lastly he clicked on the Kaas city space port then tapped the travel button on his pilot chair.
The ship began to rumble for a few minutes and started picking up speed, then the ship went into hyperspace. In mere minutes the ship jumped to dromund kaas's orbit.
"Now apprentice once we land on dromund Kaas we will head to my Chambers at the sith sanctuary in Kaas city immediately, to begin your first real trial's debriefing." Darth Mortemis explained.
"Before we head down I will tell you the most important thing, something that you must remember for as long as you may Live." He paused preparing to say the ancient words.
"Nwûl tash.Dzwol shâsotkun.Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.Wonoksh Qyâsik nun." Darth Mortemis chanted, his deep booming voice echoed through the ship as he said the sith code, in The ancient sith pureblood language.
"Now in a tongue you understand, human. Peace is a lie, there is only passion.Through passion, I gain strength.Through strength, I gain power.Through power, I gain victory.Through victory, my chains are broken.The Force shall free me." Darth Mortemis said, just saying those words made him feel more powerful, the words empowered the darkness in him and made him stronger.
"The sith code." He said darkly.
"Now we will head to my compound to discuss your trials." Darth Mortemis said.
Syrena
Enchanted.
His displeasure washed over her.
The air around her sparked with supernatural energy and stung her exposed skin. Surreal rolled her slim shoulders, waiting for the buzz of displeasure to fade. Gradually, Mortemis’ irritation shifted into something different. More complex. She was too tired to study the change in his composure, but she filed the information away for later consideration.
She climbed heavily to her feet. The tremors plaguing her muscles were starting to fade. A sick sort of anxiousness hummed inside of her instead. Hot, acidic bile sloshed meaningfully around her gut. She needed to puke. Surreal licked her lips and starved off the need.
Mortemis led her to the hanger. Several personal ships were in the different bays. Black smoke wafted off one of the starfighter’s near the front. Unprotected wires sparked viciously against the titanium plating. Dents covered the ship wings.
Surreal paused to survey the damage. A brief flare of curiosity bubbled through her. Battle damage wasn’t rare. Neither was infighting between the Sith. The damage to the starfighter, however, looked different than the typical wreckage floating in the hanger. She pursed her lips but turned smartly on her heel, following Mortemis onto his ship.
He toured the ship briefly.
She followed at his heels, and gratefully sank into the co-pilot chair once they reached the cockpit. Mortemis brought up detailed maps of the star systems and entered the coordinates for the jump to hyperspace. Surreal slid out of her seat before Mortemis made the jump.
She used the back of the chair to steady herself. Her knuckles turned white and she sucked in a quick breath. It was a long second before she pushed away and started down the short corridor to the lift. She took the lift to the base level and retraced the steps to her small quarters.
The room was appropriately plain and a door off to the side led to a cramped en suite. Surreal knelt in front of the toilet. The cold durasteel bit into her knees. She shifted slightly, gripped the sides of the toilet, and puked. Her stomach gurgled unpleasantly, and a little bit of hot bile dribbled down her chin. She wiped her face clean with the back of her hand and stood.
Surreal fiddled with the sink taps, washing her hands and splashing water on her face. She felt marginally better. Though when the ship jolted abruptly forward, her stomach cramped and she dry-heaved. Warm spittle came up. But nothing else. She rinsed her hands again and returned to the cockpit.
Mortemis guided the ship out of hyperspace several minutes later.
Surreal leaned forward in her seat to watch the planet materialize. The different colors and textures of the planet fascinated her. She shifted in her chair to study the environmental data available on the 3D scanner readouts. Too much information swirled around her, and her concentration broke when Mortemis recited the Sith Code.
She nodded minutely. The ancient words were familiar. Several tombstones in the Valley of Dark Lords bore the ancient text. Mortemis shifted his attention to the next topic, obviously satisfied that this particular lesson had concluded successfully.
“My trials.” Surreal didn’t lift her voice at the end in question. She kept her tone flat, listless. A brief flash of inquisitiveness buzzed inside of her, though; a desperation to know what was coming next.
The air around her sparked with supernatural energy and stung her exposed skin. Surreal rolled her slim shoulders, waiting for the buzz of displeasure to fade. Gradually, Mortemis’ irritation shifted into something different. More complex. She was too tired to study the change in his composure, but she filed the information away for later consideration.
She climbed heavily to her feet. The tremors plaguing her muscles were starting to fade. A sick sort of anxiousness hummed inside of her instead. Hot, acidic bile sloshed meaningfully around her gut. She needed to puke. Surreal licked her lips and starved off the need.
Mortemis led her to the hanger. Several personal ships were in the different bays. Black smoke wafted off one of the starfighter’s near the front. Unprotected wires sparked viciously against the titanium plating. Dents covered the ship wings.
Surreal paused to survey the damage. A brief flare of curiosity bubbled through her. Battle damage wasn’t rare. Neither was infighting between the Sith. The damage to the starfighter, however, looked different than the typical wreckage floating in the hanger. She pursed her lips but turned smartly on her heel, following Mortemis onto his ship.
He toured the ship briefly.
She followed at his heels, and gratefully sank into the co-pilot chair once they reached the cockpit. Mortemis brought up detailed maps of the star systems and entered the coordinates for the jump to hyperspace. Surreal slid out of her seat before Mortemis made the jump.
She used the back of the chair to steady herself. Her knuckles turned white and she sucked in a quick breath. It was a long second before she pushed away and started down the short corridor to the lift. She took the lift to the base level and retraced the steps to her small quarters.
The room was appropriately plain and a door off to the side led to a cramped en suite. Surreal knelt in front of the toilet. The cold durasteel bit into her knees. She shifted slightly, gripped the sides of the toilet, and puked. Her stomach gurgled unpleasantly, and a little bit of hot bile dribbled down her chin. She wiped her face clean with the back of her hand and stood.
Surreal fiddled with the sink taps, washing her hands and splashing water on her face. She felt marginally better. Though when the ship jolted abruptly forward, her stomach cramped and she dry-heaved. Warm spittle came up. But nothing else. She rinsed her hands again and returned to the cockpit.
Mortemis guided the ship out of hyperspace several minutes later.
Surreal leaned forward in her seat to watch the planet materialize. The different colors and textures of the planet fascinated her. She shifted in her chair to study the environmental data available on the 3D scanner readouts. Too much information swirled around her, and her concentration broke when Mortemis recited the Sith Code.
She nodded minutely. The ancient words were familiar. Several tombstones in the Valley of Dark Lords bore the ancient text. Mortemis shifted his attention to the next topic, obviously satisfied that this particular lesson had concluded successfully.
“My trials.” Surreal didn’t lift her voice at the end in question. She kept her tone flat, listless. A brief flash of inquisitiveness buzzed inside of her, though; a desperation to know what was coming next.
