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Enter: Darth Sicarius

Darth Sicarius

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Bosph
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Darth Sicarius walked through the tall grasses of Bosph, his hand trailing over the tall grass. The planet was a wonder, a surprise to the Darth, especially sense it was located in Sith space. The planet was beautiful, something the Dark Side was not known for. Sicarius continued his walk, not even bothering to keep an eye on his surroundings. Today was more about peace then anything else.

But peace is a lie.

@[member="Malice Draclau"]
 
Peace is a lie indeed. One could not have peace without war, and even then when one side felt they obtained peace, the other side would be fueled with rage and hate until they started a war for revenge. It was a never ending cycle unless one completely destroyed their enemies, but even that was far fetched, the Sith were a perfect example of that. Even with the fall of their empire they had not been wiped out. Like true survivors the Sith remained, splintered and no longer united they still remained. One of the Major players in the Darkside had secretly claimed the planet Bosph as their own. Having secured their new base the sith worked now to expand and retake what had been lost.

One of the Lords of the Council found himself not within the confines of the sith temple but rather walking about out in its wilderness. Bosphs people were strong in the force, many of them sensitive to it, another reason the sith colonized this world. They used the people, trained them in the ways of the sith and indoctrinated them into the darkside. While walking on one of its many many grassy plains the Lord paused. There was a presence here, an aura he was not familiar with. being that no one else was here it wasn't too difficult to spot another being here. Reaching out through the force Malice spoke into the mind of the figure he saw.

(Greetings stranger, and just who might you be)

This being was drenched in the darkside, a sith he could be Malice was sure of it. But one of theirs?
 

Darth Sicarius

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Darth Sicarius's hand went right for the hilt of his blade when the voice sounded off in his head. If there was one thing the man hated, it was when someone spoke in his head. He turned to the new presence, silent as ever. His mind did not speak, only gave off the feeling of calmness, acceptance. Sicarius wasn't hostile, at least not yet. For now the dark figure watched @[member="Malice Draclau"], never speaking, never moving unless to breath.
 
He approached casually, taking his time as he studied the stranger. Stopping a couple meters away Malice now called out to him.

*Seems you are the silent type. I asked who you were friend. I can sense the darkness in you though you are not familiar to me*

Malice would be polite for only so long, he wasn't known for his patience.
 

Darth Sicarius

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Sicarius's mind flashes. Emotions spill out of him, but they cannot create a word. A noise emits from behind his mask, but it was broken, empty. The Darth could only communicate through feeling, through emotion. His mind would not allow him to make words, and his mouth was missing vital components to form speak.

Instead he did the next best thing. He took a knee, bowing to @[member="Malice Draclau"]. If there was any way to communicate friend, this was it for Darth Sicarius. His mind was much calmer as he knelt, focused. He wasn't a foe.
 
Silence greeted him again, followed by waves of various emotions, albeit none of them threatening. Before him Sicarius went to a knee, Malice indeed took this to mean he was no enemy of the Council.

*Rise stranger* Malice spoke, now walking closer to the fellow Sith.

Standing infront of Sicarius now Malice nodded his head in return. *I am Sith lord Malice Draclau. I take it you have a name as well*

Reaching out with the force he spoke. ( Just think your name stranger and I shall know it. Do you know where you have come to Sith? Do you know who's land you sand upon?)
 

Darth Sicarius

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Sicarius stood slowly, his hands still down by his side. A mass of emotions emits from his mind, confused, distant, angry, happy. He lowers his head and focuses, the emotions forming into one, calm. He would only answer one question at this time, the only one he could. Through his haze of emotions a single word emerges, a single thought.

Sicarius.
 
Like a ripple the name was carried across the force and into Malices mind. He heard the name like a whisper in the wind. Gently a breeze blew past causing the tall grass to sway.

*You are in the outer-rim Sicarus, on a planet called Bosph. You are of the Darkside, a Sith. As such I can assume you are here because of the call through the force*
Sicarus wouldn't have been the only one. Many Lords of the Darkside and others heard the call and answered. It was a call of power, and to a Sith it would be foolish to ignore power when it called. Turning Malice took a few steps, crimson eyes now on the scenery around them.

*Here in the bosom of seclusion a power rises Sicarius. Thought extinguished by the enemies of the Sith, we are by far from finished* He turned back to Sicarius*Even now whispers through the force speak of darkness rising all throughout the galaxy. But it is fractured, weakened while apart. So long as it stays that way the Sith will never recover* Raising a hand Malice focused the force into his palm. Inches above a ball of energy appeared, looking like a liquid bubble floating there. Within small jolts of lightning danced about, the power pulsating within the orb.

*With control, and with unity this ball of energy is powerful. Each molecule, each little bit of energy works together to create a powerful force. Together they can destroy just about anything in their path. But if they spread apart and work against one another*
As an example Malice threw the ball away from them. As it soared farther away he let his hold go on the orb. With no central force keeping the energy together and in its curent shape it exploded, the orb expanding sending a shockwave of energy in all directions. Below it the grass laid flat while the energy sped past, moving over the two Sith. It wasn't strong enough to do them any damage however, Malice made sure of that.
*Only chaos will remain. Sicarius, you have been called by a true Dark Lord of the Sith. A Master of the Darkside with the power and the drive to bring the Sith back to power. Those who remain at the side of the Sith can either join us or fall at our feet*
Malices eyes now focused heavily on Sicarius. *Which sith are you?*

Thus far Sicarius had not been seen as an enemy. Here and now however that could change. This was world was the secret base world for the Council. Should Sicarius not have come to join he would have to be eliminated to keep their secret.

@[member="Darth Sicarius"]
 

Darth Sicarius

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Sicarius's mind flashed with the thousands of colors of emotions. The Dark side was not new to him. Power was not new to him. A Dark Lord was. He did not know who this dark lord was, but he could feel it. Sense the presence of one powerful enough to claim that title. His mind echoed with thoughts, images of his past, images if bloodshed and death. Of pain and pleasure. Through it all he created one syllable, one more word. He wanted to learn, he wanted to become stronger.

Yours.

@[member="Malice Draclau"]
 
Hearing the reply Malice nodded with a smile. This one had heard the call and come. Extending a hand Malice motioned to the world around them.

*Welcome then, to the secret homeworld of The Sith Council. Where we shall rise and reclaim the lost worlds of the Sith*

Turning away from Sicarius Malice walked, creating more distance between them. Stopping he turned to face him once again, crimson eyes studying the fellow Sith.

*Before I take you to the castle I want you to show me something* Shrugging off his robes Malice wore a white fitted tunic and matching pants and boots underneath. He drew upon the force, feeling the dark aura envelop his body. Holding out his left fore arm Malice grabbed hold of a metal cylinder that began to protrude from his arm. Taking it now in his right Malice ignited the long metal cylinder, two white blades jutting out from either end to form a double bladed weapon.
*The Sith Council demands strength as well as loyalty. You have shown your willingness to be loyal, now I want to see your strength. Come Sicarius*

Malice held his weapon in both hands, the dual saber held horizontal before him. He would give his new friend the first move.

@[member="Darth Sicarius"].
 

Darth Sicarius

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Sicaruis looked up for but a single moment, what ever eyes lie behind scanning @[member="Malice Draclau"]. All of the emotions raging withing the Darths mind changed to one in a split second. Rage. The saber on his hip flew outwards in front of Sicarius, only to have him close behind. The Force was his ally in a duel, speeding his movements, increasing his strength. This day was no exception as he became a blur, having caught his saber from the air.

The Blood Black blade came to life in but an instant, adding color to the blur that was Sicarius. He lept right over Malice as he closed in, the blade ripping through the air as he slashed thrice for the mans head. He continued past, using momentum and speed to keep him from being in one place. Staying still in a fight was death.
 
Malices eyes, and most importantly his senses kept a lock on Sicarius. Indeed his form did move fast, a blur to the untrained eye but to a well trained force user like Malice, he could sense the very energy Sicarius exuded, betraying the siths locations. As he leapt up and over strikes coming down Malices blade moved up whirling above him, each swing of Sicarius's was blocked. When he landed Malice spun, catching the sith in time before his form was on the move again. This time Malice found it a bit more difficult to keep his eyes on the fast moving Sith, so he would move on the defensive.

Around Malice the force enveloped him, surrounding his body in an invisible shield. To many who learned force barrier or force shield it appeared in different ways. To some it was a physical sphere surrounding them, while on others it could not be seen. Malice was the latter. To Sicarius it looked as though he just stood there trying to catch sight of his prey. It was far from the truth however, as Sicarius would find out should he attack again. Malices eyes scanned the area....or so it seemed. It was but a decoy as his mind was focused on the shield, when doing this ones mind must be focused on the shield and nothing else or it would fail.
 

Darth Sicarius

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The Darth keeps his distance, his form circling around @[member="Malice Draclau"], watching, curious. He knew little about the man, how he would fight, what he could do. But he needed to learn, and learn fast. The red blade flashed forward, faster then even Sicarius was moving as he threw it right for Malice. Sicarius ran after it, the force building up in both of his hands.

His saber would reach seconds before he did, spinning and slashing as if it was just a circle. What ever happened with it didn't matter to Sicarius. Instead he thrust his hands outwards, sending powerful blasts of force at Malice's form. The blasts themselves seemed like a focused Force push, but they were expanding rapidly outwards. The blast would expand what ever it hit, causing what could be seen as an explosion.
 
As intended Malices mind stayed focus on his barrier when Sicarius began his assault. First his saber struck, the blows looking as if they were going to cut Malice to shreds however the blade never touched the Sith Lord. Instead it bounced off what seemed to be air, if it wasn't for the energy discharge everytime the blade hit it really would have seemed like nothing was there. Again when the force blasts came in each one struck the barrier, washing over it and creating an explosion at the spot the blasts struck causing the barrier to fluctuate with each it. Malice knew his barrier wouldn't last forever, and maintaining it to do so would just be a waste of energy. As the last force blast washed over his barrier Malice dropped it. Taking in a few deep breaths he eyed Sicarius before going on the move himself.

Malice now rushed towards Sicarius, the force flowing through his body, his muscles, increasing his speed. Holding his saber tight in his left hand Malice brought his right arm close to his body hand held in a tight fist, there the force swelled. Slowing his run Malice flung his hand forward releasing a ball of pure darkside energy. It was dark in color, almost blackened, with small jolts of lightning dancing on its outer edge. Known as Force Destruction the ball sped towards Sicarius. When it was about a couple meters from the sith the ball exploded, instantly vaporizing the grass right around it revealing charred earth, while the rest of the energy surged in a circular wave spreading out from the center of the explosion, the wave of energy speeding towards Sicarius to.

Malice was a Master of the force. Fighting with his lightsaber was merely as a means of defense should his enemy get too close. At a distance Malice felt he held the advantage, he would have to keep it that way. Thus far however he was impressed with Sicarius physical prowess. Up until now Malice had been kept on his toes. If this were a real battle he might have actually been concerned about losing.
 

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Sicarius kept light on his feet. Movement was what he excelled at, what he was determined to do. His saber was off, thrust in the ground a distance away after @[member="Malice Draclau"] knocked it away, leaving the Darth weaponless. Almost. He sent another blast of Force towards the wave, already knowing it wouldn't be enough to stop it. His form flickered as he too made a barrier. His wasn't invisible, instead it shown like a sheen across his figure. He leaped back from the blast, just as it caught him.

Darth Sicarius was blasted back, the shock wave shattering his barrier. He landed onto the ground with a thud, causing his whole body to ripple with pain. Pain that would become power. He shot back up, already bursting towards Malice. His hand extended outwards as his redblack saber burst from it's land sheath, soaring not towards Sicarius, but towards Malice's back. The Darth thrusts his palm outwards shortly after, sending a larger version of his force blast.

The blast itself served as a distraction, to create an opening as he charged after it, recalling his saber from behind Malice. The blade itself would slash upwards for the mans back, and Sicarius would leap overhead, catching his blade back in his hand. He'd slash twice more for Malice's head, always aiming to kill. Malice had already proven he could block his strikes, so why hold back?

Once behind Malice he'd burst outwards, keeping on the move. Never be still.
 

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