Fall

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

Jedi Padawan Vincent Jusik stood among the ancient pillars of the hundred times picked over bones of Korriban, specifically the Valley of the Dark Lords. What he was doing was expressly forbidden. After his first taste of knowledge the Jedi didn't wish him to learn Vincent just couldn't help himself. The secrets of Juyo had allowed him to best nearly all those with his level of training, something his masters hadn't even wanted him to glimpse. Why had they hidden such knowledge from their students? Particularly in such conflicting times.

What other secrets lay hidden?

As the Padawan crept among the ruins his cloak swirled about him, ancient dust flooding the dimly lit valley. There was a coldness in the air. Something hidden.

He'd find what he sought here.

And more.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Vincent Jusik"]

Korriban, the ancient home of the Sith that was now nothing more than a poorly preserved battleground of history. This was where Vulcanus had made his claim as Emperor of the Sith and fought the final battle of the Empire before Sith greed and slave uprisings dissolved the Empire into nothing more than a shriveled version of its former self. Vulcanus had come here, for a voice had reached out to him in his dreams and made known to him that the time of the Sith was nearing and that darkness would engulf the galaxy as it should. The voice commanded him to create a New Order, an Empire that would last an eternity and leave the Jedi in ruin. Vulcanus was here to collect whatever artifacts might have been left behind after the battle, not expecting to find a lightsider contaminating the ruins.

Marching out of an entrance that was once the main door into the Sith Academy, Vulcanus took in the scorching sun of the desert planet and closed his eyes. He could feel it, a lightside presence that was faint but still lurking in the dark corners of the ruins. Turning towards the valley of the dark lords, Krag sneered. He would show this lightsider the price for coming here.

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
As Vincent watched the sun make it's rounds through the sky he felt a tremor through the force. A powerful presence, as cold as the valley which he'd been exploring. The cold offered something. A whisper in his ear.

You're not powerful enough for this. Your masters have failed you.

It offered the promise of power.

Jusik shook it off and drew his saber, waiting for the inevitable confrontation that was to come.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Vincent Jusik"]

As the hot desert sun beat down across the valley of darkness, a colossal shadow slowly emerged from beyond the veil of sand that lightly blew across the landscape. The armor that he bore on his body was charred, scratched and dented from the battles that it had endured since its forging. Even so, the surface of the alchemist's metal shined like a dark star and pulsed with a darkness of its own. The weapon that weighed down his hip, a Sith Sword made from bone and metal, was becoming a Darkside Force Nexus as Krag fed it his power and it made him an unmistakable mark in the force. Power, yes everything about Krag's presence promised power beyond imagining and he could feel Jusik wanting to feed on it.

As the Dark Lord slowly approached, he eyed the lightsider and slowly drew his Sith Sword, "Lesser, I feel you striving to know my power." Vulcanus boomed out over the sands. The only thing better than killing a lightsider, was turning one to the darkside...they would be a living trophy and symbol of the Darkside's boundless power, "You have come to a dark place where you are not welcome and now....I will break you."

 

[Davin Jusik]

Darth Vulcanus

Vincent ignited his yellow blade and took up an opening stance against his massive, terrifying opponent. The creatures weapon was not a saber but a twisted abomination of a sword, with intimidating armor to match.

Jusik summoned his anger and launched himself at the darksider.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Vincent Jusik"]

Impressive, he was a brave one at that. Putting his foot back, Vulcanus braced himself and then slashed his sword at the incoming opponent in an attempt to bisect him as he moved in. "Yes! Use your anger!" Krag hissed, his sulfuric and prosthetic eyes watching his every movement.

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

Jusik knew he was being toyed with. The massive Graug had only launched one attack, a simple one at that, toward the angry Jedi. It mad him angry. Jusik couldn't hide it from himself and the recent teachings of Krest had taught him to harness such feelings toward controlling those negative emotions. For power. For his own personal gain.

Something Jedi were expressly forbidden to do.

Something Vincent felt he had to do. The voice concurred, it would be impossible to defeat this powerful thread without his anger, without denying his original teachings. Vincent allowed himself to sink deeper into his hate as he dodged the thing's sweeping strike and launched his own powerful counter, aimed at it's top left shoulder.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Vincent Jusik"]

Vulcanus's boomed with laughter as the Jedi dodged the sweeping attack, his hate rising within him. When the man's blade swiped downward to sever Vulcanus's arm, the beast side stepped the blade and the shimmering rod of death scrapped down his arm. The Sith armor plate sizzled and seared as the lightsaber blade glanced its shining surface and left a long black mark leading from Vulcanus's shoulder to his wrist. "Anger, hate they make you strong Jedi...they give you focus!" Vulcanus roared, bringing his free hand across his body to strike Vincent across the jaw with the power of a freight train, "But still you are weak!"

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

The blow hit Vincent like a sledgehammer, sending him flying and his vision twirling. A cough. Iron filled his mouth and warmth spread down his neck as the dust greeted him. The pain spiked his adrenaline and renewed his anger. Vince's saber reignited with a ferocity to match the young man's own.

It gave him purpose. Vincent launched himself up from the ground, lunging wildly at the Sith. He had a plan.

Something he'd read out of an old novel.

A tactic you can use only once. His knife held a weight near his back.