Darren Onyx
Fallen
OOC: I could post a Return thread in the LOA section of the Water Cooler, but returning IC is always more fun anyways.
The rain was falling hard tonight. Coruscant wasn't a world that got much rain but when it did it would really pour. Tonight was one of those nights.
The dark clouds gave the Galactic City a gloom that sent shivers down the spines of most force users. That was unless said force user was a dark side user. Though they were fewer then they were before, their presence in the galaxy was still very much there. And with the One Sith in control of Coruscant, their presence was known.
That didn't mean it was safe for a dark sider to walk freely in the streets. In the many alleys a shadow could be seen sprinting through, keeping out of sight and mind of all pedestrians walking by.
The shadow moved swiftly and silently. Fast enough for no one to see and quiet enough for no one to hear his feet clashing into the puddles of water below. Then he stopped in the alley of a popular bar.
Music could be heard just slightly. Peering around the corner he could see drunk pedestrians dancing in the rain. He chuckled slightly at that. But he felt something. He spun and raised a blaster in a single move, aiming at the head of another dark figure.
The new figure stumbled back. "Hold on!" he yelled. Above them was a small light and the new figure stepped into its glare. He was an old human. He barley had hair and the little he had was white as snow. His skin was a tanned tone and he wasn't very tall. In his hands was a small crate with old Imperial markings all over it.
The shadow lowered the blaster. "Do you have it?" he asked.
The short man nodded nervously. "Yea," he held up the small crate in his hands. "It's right in here." He put the crate down and backed off slowly but stopped not far from it.
The shadow moved towards it. As he stepped into the light the short old man could see he was wearing red Mandalorian armor that was laid over a dark cloak. His hood was up and his face was unseen. The shadow leaned down and opened the crate. As he did so he smirked.
"What about my payment?" The old man asked. The shadow nodded. Without getting up, or looking up, he, in a single move, grabbed his blaster and shot the old man, killing him instantly. He then threw the blaster aside as if disgusted by it.
Reaching into the crate he pulled out two lightsabers. He attached both to his belt, on opposite sides of course. He then reached in to grab the final piece of equipment, a mask. It was a dark red tint. It was a replica of Revan's mask, a mask that was once worn by the infamous Revanchists before they died off in the Old Republic Era. He lifted it slowly and put it on.
He stood up. He activated his two lightsabers to reveal one red and the other purple. He started slicing at nothing but the thin air, giving the new weapons a try. Deactivating them he laughed. Looking down at the dead old man he smirked beneath his newly obtained mask. "I am Onyx reborn."
OOC: So I'm back! My first thread back is open for anyone to join!
The rain was falling hard tonight. Coruscant wasn't a world that got much rain but when it did it would really pour. Tonight was one of those nights.
The dark clouds gave the Galactic City a gloom that sent shivers down the spines of most force users. That was unless said force user was a dark side user. Though they were fewer then they were before, their presence in the galaxy was still very much there. And with the One Sith in control of Coruscant, their presence was known.
That didn't mean it was safe for a dark sider to walk freely in the streets. In the many alleys a shadow could be seen sprinting through, keeping out of sight and mind of all pedestrians walking by.
The shadow moved swiftly and silently. Fast enough for no one to see and quiet enough for no one to hear his feet clashing into the puddles of water below. Then he stopped in the alley of a popular bar.
Music could be heard just slightly. Peering around the corner he could see drunk pedestrians dancing in the rain. He chuckled slightly at that. But he felt something. He spun and raised a blaster in a single move, aiming at the head of another dark figure.
The new figure stumbled back. "Hold on!" he yelled. Above them was a small light and the new figure stepped into its glare. He was an old human. He barley had hair and the little he had was white as snow. His skin was a tanned tone and he wasn't very tall. In his hands was a small crate with old Imperial markings all over it.
The shadow lowered the blaster. "Do you have it?" he asked.
The short man nodded nervously. "Yea," he held up the small crate in his hands. "It's right in here." He put the crate down and backed off slowly but stopped not far from it.
The shadow moved towards it. As he stepped into the light the short old man could see he was wearing red Mandalorian armor that was laid over a dark cloak. His hood was up and his face was unseen. The shadow leaned down and opened the crate. As he did so he smirked.
"What about my payment?" The old man asked. The shadow nodded. Without getting up, or looking up, he, in a single move, grabbed his blaster and shot the old man, killing him instantly. He then threw the blaster aside as if disgusted by it.
Reaching into the crate he pulled out two lightsabers. He attached both to his belt, on opposite sides of course. He then reached in to grab the final piece of equipment, a mask. It was a dark red tint. It was a replica of Revan's mask, a mask that was once worn by the infamous Revanchists before they died off in the Old Republic Era. He lifted it slowly and put it on.
He stood up. He activated his two lightsabers to reveal one red and the other purple. He started slicing at nothing but the thin air, giving the new weapons a try. Deactivating them he laughed. Looking down at the dead old man he smirked beneath his newly obtained mask. "I am Onyx reborn."
OOC: So I'm back! My first thread back is open for anyone to join!
