The half breed had walked a long road to reach this moment in his life...
From the moment he left Junction with his adoptive parents he strove to find purpose. Years were spent mastering his ability to see through the force, to help him find what it is he sought. When he learned there was more to the galaxy and his story was not yet told, he left his parents and sought out the man who truly brought him into this world. Kaine Zambrano; his father. It did not take him long to track down the Butcher King. And it took even less time for Vaulkhar to be enrolled into the Sith Academy of Coruscant under his father's direct order. No Zambrano would remain untrained. No Zambrano would sit idle in the galaxy as enemies of the empire stood tall. His teenage years were spent turning him into a child soldier unlike any other. His peers could not touch him, his instructors unable to quell the burning rage that surged through him with each day that passed. He sought more than lessons, but at the time he was unaware. He sought friends, family, a reason to fight... None of which was given to him at the Academy. Rather, it was taken from him and he was forced into a lonesome life of self destructive training. It wasn't until his twenty first year the first man he ever considered his father came into his life.
The Sith Lord found him eviscerating a series of acolytes within the academy in single combat. One by one they fell to his prodigal mastery of the saber and force alike. His skill and anger piqued the interest of the man, but to him Vaulkhar still was raw and untrained. The dark side energies leaked out of him without control and he sought to change that. He took Vaulkhar and molded him into a great weapon. A weapon who faced Jedi Masters without fear. And won. Together Vengeance and Vaulkhar were an unstoppable force on the battlefield. Together entire planets felt their fury when they were called to war, wading through the thickest and bloodiest of battlefields. But like all things Vaulkhar has ever truly loved in his life, Vengeance was soon taken from him. His former master up and left the man imprisoned by the Silver Jedi and never even thought to find Vaulkhar. Alone again, the half breed continued to search for what it is he had always wanted.
Soon enough a former master from his past emerged, Darth Ferus, and together the duo began their own unwholesome rampage that took the galaxy by storm. Under order of the former Sith Assassin, Vaulkhar killed anything from Republic Agents to Politicians who dared speak out against the empire they served. Was it fulfilling work? Not in the slightest, but within it Vaulkhar found purpose. His blade was a weapon to be guided and released on any fool who challenged the might of the One Sith. And for sometime that is what happened. Vaulkhar was sent out, he killed without mercy, and returned to his normal life until another was to be slain by his hand. The work eventually weighed the half breed down and he found himself unable to awaken in the morning without falling back asleep. His desire to train waned considerably and where once some semblance of joy could be found within him, only self loathing and contempt remained. Vaulkhar found an escape; the Outer Rim. With Ferus' permission he retired to the Outer Rim to recover until he was needed once again, whatever that may of meant.
Months went by until he was called into action. This time it was different.
Darth Ferus, now known as Krest, did not seek Vaulkhar's skill to murder. Rather, he sought the half breed out to help him free the people of Commenor from the Sith's grasp... His father's grasp. There was fear within Vaulkhar's heart at the very idea of standing up against Kaine Zambrano, but he quelled it and pushed on...
Now Vaulkhar stood at the precipice of his future. With a deep breath he pushed his way into the Grand Hall and strode towards the circle his master stood within. Much like his master and king, Vaulkhar wore only a pair of comfortable and flexible pants. His lightsaber was gripped tightly in his right hand. Without saying a word he stepped into the circle.
Edited by Vaulkhar, 13 September 2018 - 11:05 PM.