Maleus
Character
The outer rim.
Maleus's personal corvette sliced through the endless vacuum. He could see his home world from afar, but it was not a welcome sight.
Green slime blanketed the planet, deep gorges riddled it's interior which could be seen all the way from space. As he approached re-entry his view port was set ablaze.
Super-heated atmosphere tugged at the metallic vessel, clouded his view port, and rocked the canopy he rested in. He pulled hard on the yoke, the descending nose-dive was averted, he was now flying in a neutral position.
Taris.
It had been a long time since he saw cloudy cork-screws holding nothing but barren ash. A long time since he had seen the blistering top-soil which could no longer sustain vegetation, it had been a long time since he had seen his people. He couldn't help but smile at the irony, he left Taris with nothing, he returned to Taris with nothing.
"Hmm." He neared his home. *Ttsssk* The landing gears snapped out of the ships center, the two legs groaned loudly as it continued to bear the weight of the metallic beast. The hatch was flung open and Maleus proceeded to walk into what was once his one and only home.
His gloved palm opened, the door, as if on command, buckled. Wooden shrapnel proceeded to pelt the proceeding halls leading into his home. He settled to the floor in meditation.
He was looking for an answer which could only be found through the force. Who was he? Who were his friends? His allies? He was Sith, or was he? He was too soft for the life-style of being called a Sith. Too impulsive to be considered a Jedi, too arrogant to see himself in the middle. In the infinite darkness that encapsulated his vision, he saw a light, something he had never seen before. Said light made the darkness retract into the edges of his consciousness.
Alexandra, the first person who noticed his talent in the force. The first person to nurture his growth. The person who saved him from his fate of becoming another victim of Taris's inhospitable environment. Only he had rejected such teachings in the past, she wasn't Sith, she was weak. Only now his perceptions of her had changed, it was too late, his actions had cemented his fate, she was no more.
Then, something odd. The darkness returned, but it radiated in a neutral position, it flew between the gaps of the light and came together as one entity. Ferus. Not much was known about his master, at least to him. He had saved him as well, he had granted him power, infamy. But even Ferus probably didn't understand why Maleus stuck with him, it wasn't because of money, or the thought of power. His loyalty kept him grounded, not to mention they were of the same creed, he could relate.
Both of them were lost in the expansive chasm known as death. He opened his eyes having sworn he had been touched on the shoulder. Nothing. Just his imagination. Resting at his feet was his saber, the first one he had obtained from one of his fellow Acolytes, it held symbolism, it reminded him of who he was. Si-.....Sith? Sith? His index finger suspended the hilt into the air, his other hand opened, and then closed. The condensed field ripped the hilt to ribbons, fragmented metal lay at his feet. He stood.
"I am.. Who.. I am.."
Space.
Maleus's personal corvette sliced through the endless vacuum. He could see his home world from afar, but it was not a welcome sight.
Green slime blanketed the planet, deep gorges riddled it's interior which could be seen all the way from space. As he approached re-entry his view port was set ablaze.
Super-heated atmosphere tugged at the metallic vessel, clouded his view port, and rocked the canopy he rested in. He pulled hard on the yoke, the descending nose-dive was averted, he was now flying in a neutral position.
Taris.
It had been a long time since he saw cloudy cork-screws holding nothing but barren ash. A long time since he had seen the blistering top-soil which could no longer sustain vegetation, it had been a long time since he had seen his people. He couldn't help but smile at the irony, he left Taris with nothing, he returned to Taris with nothing.
"Hmm." He neared his home. *Ttsssk* The landing gears snapped out of the ships center, the two legs groaned loudly as it continued to bear the weight of the metallic beast. The hatch was flung open and Maleus proceeded to walk into what was once his one and only home.
His gloved palm opened, the door, as if on command, buckled. Wooden shrapnel proceeded to pelt the proceeding halls leading into his home. He settled to the floor in meditation.
He was looking for an answer which could only be found through the force. Who was he? Who were his friends? His allies? He was Sith, or was he? He was too soft for the life-style of being called a Sith. Too impulsive to be considered a Jedi, too arrogant to see himself in the middle. In the infinite darkness that encapsulated his vision, he saw a light, something he had never seen before. Said light made the darkness retract into the edges of his consciousness.
Alexandra, the first person who noticed his talent in the force. The first person to nurture his growth. The person who saved him from his fate of becoming another victim of Taris's inhospitable environment. Only he had rejected such teachings in the past, she wasn't Sith, she was weak. Only now his perceptions of her had changed, it was too late, his actions had cemented his fate, she was no more.
Then, something odd. The darkness returned, but it radiated in a neutral position, it flew between the gaps of the light and came together as one entity. Ferus. Not much was known about his master, at least to him. He had saved him as well, he had granted him power, infamy. But even Ferus probably didn't understand why Maleus stuck with him, it wasn't because of money, or the thought of power. His loyalty kept him grounded, not to mention they were of the same creed, he could relate.
Both of them were lost in the expansive chasm known as death. He opened his eyes having sworn he had been touched on the shoulder. Nothing. Just his imagination. Resting at his feet was his saber, the first one he had obtained from one of his fellow Acolytes, it held symbolism, it reminded him of who he was. Si-.....Sith? Sith? His index finger suspended the hilt into the air, his other hand opened, and then closed. The condensed field ripped the hilt to ribbons, fragmented metal lay at his feet. He stood.
"I am.. Who.. I am.."
