The Worm King
Karok stood at the edge of the throng of acolytes, his towering frame easily overshadowing the others adjacent to him. Eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of disdain and calculated detachment. Around him, clusters of hopefuls whispered urgently, forming alliances and keeping watch for potential threats. The air was thick with anticipation and fear, but Karok remained unmoved, his thoughts churning with the grim reality he had come to just now understand.
When he first arrived at the Sith Academy, there had been a flicker of uncertainty, a brief moment of nervousness. But that had quickly been replaced by cold calculation as he observed the system at play. The Sith Order, with all its talk of freedom and power, was no different from the Hutt arenas where he had once been forced to fight. The acolytes around him, with their burning ambitions and desperate need for approval, were little more than cattle being led to and fro. And the Overseers? They were the inspectors, cold and detached, ensuring the quality of the "livestock" for their investors or the Sith Lords.
Karok's eyes narrowed as he processed the grim parallels between his past and present. This Sith Academy was a gilded cage, no better than the arenas. The illusion of choice and power was just that—an illusion. His gut, honed by years of survival, told him that nothing had truly changed....But they had subtly. There was a possibility to actually become Sith. Whatever that means.
The stakes remained the same: It was kill or be killed.
He ground his teeth in anger, the realization settling over him like a dark storm cloud. This was not freedom as he thought.
The young gen'dais gaze then shifted to the entrance of the labyrinth, where the red-armored praetorians stood like statues, menacing and silent. They were large, imposing figures, their crimson armor gleaming in the ambiance of the noisy chamber. They were the gatekeepers, the final barrier between the acolytes and whatever horrors awaited them in the maze. They were the shepherds that would guide them into the next trial.
If this is all a game then lets put my theory to the test. Cogs in Karoks mind began to turn and with haste he quickly began to coerce other acolytes to join him. Mostly through intimidation or his reputation as a species. A gen'dai without the force made for a powerful ally and even more dangerous foe. A Rodian and a near-human followed behind him as Karok led the way to the black clad hall. Gesturing to proceed forward Karok threw a hand forward and pointed the way at one of the Praetorians. His face relaxing and eyes widening to the sheer stature of the guardians. Something foul wafted off of them and yet it had an allure to it.
They are bigger then they appear. But, most species have trouble tracking my movements. I may not harm them but I'll leave an impression.
The group continued into the black hall where the sounds and noise of chatter faded and was replaced by dim light and silence. With each step Karok began readjusting his seemingly dense body. Making himself larger in height and size by an additional two feet. Compared to the Praetorians, the gen'dai was now a whole two heads shorter and easily made the rodian and near human look like dwarves.
Then something burned within Karok and was forced to bubble to the surface when he suddenly snapped into action. He saw red and red was his target. Plucking the rodian with incredible speed. In a single sweep he hurled the screaming alien toward the Praetorian furthest as a distraction and then immediately blitzed the Praetorian closest in an attempt to slam the red armored giant into the wall with all his strength.
When he first arrived at the Sith Academy, there had been a flicker of uncertainty, a brief moment of nervousness. But that had quickly been replaced by cold calculation as he observed the system at play. The Sith Order, with all its talk of freedom and power, was no different from the Hutt arenas where he had once been forced to fight. The acolytes around him, with their burning ambitions and desperate need for approval, were little more than cattle being led to and fro. And the Overseers? They were the inspectors, cold and detached, ensuring the quality of the "livestock" for their investors or the Sith Lords.
Karok's eyes narrowed as he processed the grim parallels between his past and present. This Sith Academy was a gilded cage, no better than the arenas. The illusion of choice and power was just that—an illusion. His gut, honed by years of survival, told him that nothing had truly changed....But they had subtly. There was a possibility to actually become Sith. Whatever that means.
The stakes remained the same: It was kill or be killed.
He ground his teeth in anger, the realization settling over him like a dark storm cloud. This was not freedom as he thought.
The young gen'dais gaze then shifted to the entrance of the labyrinth, where the red-armored praetorians stood like statues, menacing and silent. They were large, imposing figures, their crimson armor gleaming in the ambiance of the noisy chamber. They were the gatekeepers, the final barrier between the acolytes and whatever horrors awaited them in the maze. They were the shepherds that would guide them into the next trial.
If this is all a game then lets put my theory to the test. Cogs in Karoks mind began to turn and with haste he quickly began to coerce other acolytes to join him. Mostly through intimidation or his reputation as a species. A gen'dai without the force made for a powerful ally and even more dangerous foe. A Rodian and a near-human followed behind him as Karok led the way to the black clad hall. Gesturing to proceed forward Karok threw a hand forward and pointed the way at one of the Praetorians. His face relaxing and eyes widening to the sheer stature of the guardians. Something foul wafted off of them and yet it had an allure to it.
They are bigger then they appear. But, most species have trouble tracking my movements. I may not harm them but I'll leave an impression.
The group continued into the black hall where the sounds and noise of chatter faded and was replaced by dim light and silence. With each step Karok began readjusting his seemingly dense body. Making himself larger in height and size by an additional two feet. Compared to the Praetorians, the gen'dai was now a whole two heads shorter and easily made the rodian and near human look like dwarves.
Then something burned within Karok and was forced to bubble to the surface when he suddenly snapped into action. He saw red and red was his target. Plucking the rodian with incredible speed. In a single sweep he hurled the screaming alien toward the Praetorian furthest as a distraction and then immediately blitzed the Praetorian closest in an attempt to slam the red armored giant into the wall with all his strength.
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