A Pledge Is Nothing...Unless You Mean To Die For Me

[Via Dolorosa]

Lies. Half-truths. Confusion. Inner struggles. Those seemed to be the norm of late. A person that was gifted with the Force thought they were powerful over a non-user of the gift. Add in the nature of the Darkside and they believed they were Sith. How foolish of them to believe their own fabrications? Truth. Truth was the only thing that defined the difference between ignorance and death. Shame.​

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But alas, every dark cloud held a shining moment. Even if it flickered on and off like a dying lightbulb. One only needed to look at the bigger picture, and see the truth of what truth was. Pointe in case, look at the Sith. Everyone, mainly the lesser on the lower rungs of the food chain, wanted to capture the eye of a true predator and claw their way out of the cess pit they called life. However, most met a fate that resulted in two possibilities. Death, that was simple. The other was not so, a life of servitude that bore the strings of commitment.​

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For Darth Venefica, all names of madness apply, there was something more she sought. Wanted. Craved. She didn't want a slave, that title stood for everything she stood against, but someone or something that she could rely upon. Count on. Trust. Kill if it betrayed her. However, a slave was only a slave if they were never educated properly. She sought an extension of herself.​

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A Right Hand.​

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Or Left Hand.​

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Or Both.​

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Perception is everything, too.​

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So it came as no surprise as what she was looking for. 'Do as I say...when I say...and no questions asked.'​

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What she needed was an extension of herself to carry out the 'behind the scenes' activities. She wanted a pupil she didn't need to raise, but a pupil that had pledged themselves to her....or die for her. But even a pupil needed guidance. Learning. Lessons. Know right from wrong. And most of all, the ability to fight and die for her.​

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[Xanatos]

A young man walk the hall way of the sith academy normally at this time he would be training with his part time master, but due to there last training there were some injury's received. Because of this he had the time off most apprentice/students would be excited but for Xanatos he was board.. lately he's been wanting something more.. he could feel it, what it was he wasn't sure. It wasn't the first time he had this feeling it started once when he was in prison awaiting trial for his actions in the marines then it continue on until he admit to himself that he truly enjoy killing those he was order to.

A noise awoke Xanatos form his day dream he didn't realize that he was still standing in the middle of the walk way, he force himself to continue walking passing other apprentice not saying a word to any one who made a comment about his unusual sly smile that was upon his lips. To be honest he didn't really care if he had a smile or not he some time notice that he did this every once in awhile more often when he thought about certain things from his past.

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She moved through the Academy staring at some Acolytes, scowling at others. The next generation of Sith were hopeless; uneducated and poorly trained. The whole lot, in her opinion, needed to be exterminated and a new batch of hopefuls brought in to replace them. She was disgusted with the progress and teachings taking place here at the Academy. Then she saw him.​

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A male Hapan walking with a smug smile on his face seemed to not care for the others in his class. He was arrogant. He was prideful. He was what she needed. She nonchalantly began to follow him, keeping her presence in the Force unknown to him. Her read and black flecked eyes merely observed.​

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Curiosity had finally gotten the best of the Sith Lady. She hurried her pace, falling in step with the Acolyte.​

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"It is rare to see a smile on the face of a Sith. So that tells me one of two things. The first....you killed a rival but such a display would have been painted all over these walls from the voices of others. The second....you think you are something special."​

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She flashed him a cold smile.​

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"Arrogance suits you."​

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[Xanatos]

Upon hearing a voice Xanatos turn around to see a Sith Lord.. not just a Sith Lord but in fact a Darth. "Hmm this is new." he thought to himself as he look the lady over, he seen her before walking around the academy and a few other places. To him she seemed not to be interested in any one or any thing he been told by some of the other Acolytes that she was 'crazy' but as he stood there looking at her and seeing her cold smile he didn't see what they were talking about.

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her comment "Well it depends.. if you consider remembering old memories as something special. Then I guess I am." he smile even more this was the first time he fully talk to any one else with in the academy other then his part time master, guess he wasn't a social person with the other Acolytes they just didn't interest him for some reason. "As for being Arrogance I have been told that.. but never that it suits me."

[member="Darth Venefica"]