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Private Granite (Silas)


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Only ash remained.

It twirled and fell through the air like black snow, the roaring inferno that once gave rise to it having since been extinguished. Bodies lay amidst the desolation and ruin of the once bustling city center, towers of twisted melt -- warped by immense heat -- stretched up into the sky, caressing the black clouds which loomed high overhead. Many of the bodies were burned by the terrible conflagration that had run untamed through the city, unleashed by the bursting bombs which blanketed the city in a shroud of unquenchable flame.

Others, had been cut down by blaster or scythed by saber, only to be consumed by the flame that followed in their murderer's wake. However, not all life had been driven from the city. Children in their multitudes had been driven by the lash of their tormentors, brought to stand before what remained of their resplendent city. Among them were several Jedi, guardians and protectors, dragged on hand and feet to stand before their judge.

Darth Carnifex looked down on them contemptuously. Oh, how they'd struggled, but long years of peace had settled in like a perfidious rot. Without war to harden their resolve and sharpen their senses, these Jedi were little more than mewling babes laid bare before the wolves. He'd killed several of them, but the rest He subdued and brought here, bound, before the great sarcophagus. The children He would take and mold into the next generation of butcher, but these Jedi had no future. He'd stolen it, just like He'd steal the future of all worlds.

As the last Jedi was made to kneel, with aid from the butt of a carbine, the Dark Lord turned now to face the sarcophagus. He reached out and touched the keystone placed at it's center, and the entire contraption began to pulsate and writhe with dark power. The lid slowly lifted away, revealing an emaciated corpse bound by strips of rough-spun cloth inscribed with runes in an indiscernible language; one so ancient and terrible to speak it aloud was blasphemous to nature itself. The Dark Lord turned again, stepping away from the corpse as it too began to rise up out of the sarcophagus.

Lidless sockets stared blankly at the beaten Jedi, black tears etching glossy stains upon it's ashen cheeks. Then, it's mouth opened, a cavernous maw leading only to darkness.

It screamed.

A dirge so terrible and monstrous, the Jedi writhed on the ground as the sound-waves rolled over them. They would've clutched their hands to their ears if they could, but with their hands bound they could only suffer the agonizing wail. As their own shouts of pain and horror joined the chorus, they began to vitrify into stone one by one. They calcified in a matter of moments, becoming no more animated than the statues that once flanked the great plaza. As the last Jedi passed into nothingness, the corpse's mouth shut tight, and it drifted back into it's tomb. The lid shut and was locked.

Darth Carnifex looked at where the stone Jedi now resided, all contorted and twisted in fear and pain. He sneered contemptuously, stepping forward to slam His boot through one of their heads; pulverizing it all to dust. For good measure, He ground what remained beneath His heel.

"Thus is the fate of all who suffer the Eclipse."


 

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Location: City
Objective: Investigate the distress signal
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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By the time Silas had reached the signal, the entire city was smothered in darkness, not from natural causes but from the smoke.

Silas had managed to reach the city before anyone else, largely unseen and unpestered. Upon opening the cockpit of his custom X-Wing he was met with the overwhelming smell of burning flesh, an indication of wide range slaughter. All Silas could feel was death and a depression that had struck deep within the heart of the city. Whoever did this had no sense of mercy, nor a value in life for those who once walked the busy with a sense of innocence.

As he walked through the deserted streets, countless amounts of bodies marked his path. Many were unrecognisable beyond words and left to rot where they fell, leaving the possibility of disease spreading amongst the remaining survivors that remained. Whoever survived, he was going to do what he could to get them out of this hell.

The more he moved into the center the more he began to sense something familiar. It was that same feeling he felt on the ship but worse, ten times worse in fact. Ever since getting sucked through the portal, Silas hadn't been feeling right. He felt more angry and frustrated with things around him, and that was only shown in his recent mission with Valery Noble Valery Noble when fighting the undead scientist. It wasn't all the time, but it was something that was starting to concern him.

Suddenly, a powerful, bloodcurdling scream erupted.

Silas instantly took out his saber and began running in the direction of the unnatural sound. It was certainly not coming from any creature he had studied or learned about, nor any living thing he had encountered. Not only that, but it brought a sense of dread to anyone who was in proximity. Silas was one of them, and by the time he had reached their location all he saw was the lifeless bodies of his fellow Jedi fall to the ground in a heap.

He took steady breaths and stayed out of sight in one of the ruined buildings for now. If his eyes saw correctly he saw what looked like a dead body produce the screams and go back into its resting place as if nothing happened. Silas had no idea what that mutant was, but he definitely had an idea who produced it. The titan Carnifex was towering over his handiwork with the utmost confidence, unfazed by what he had just done to the civilians and Jedi he captured.

The man was heartless...

Gazing out the window briefly, he noticed the group of children that had been captured for brainwashing. The sight of their shocked faces reminded him of himself when he had lost everything. Silas didn't want them to go through the same pain he did, nor go down the life Carnifex was going to lead them down. The chance of death was high, however, most good endings came from high risk right?

Taking a deep breath, Silas finally closed his eyes <"Carnifex, of course this was your doing..."> he said at first, still keeping himself hidden <"You have done enough to this city, let the children go.">

 

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The children's heads swiveled, looking for the source of the voice.

For their savior.

But the Dark Lord did not appear to be surprised, nor did the guards who stood beside the captives. His actions would invariably draw the Jedi to Him, just as He had intended. That was what had befallen these Jedi here, the ones reduced to ash and charcoal. They just had the misfortune of being the nearest to the planet, their implacable sense of righteousness driving them to it's inevitable conclusion.

Ground beneath His boot.

"You should know better by now, Silas Westgard." Carnifex's voice echoed across the city, but despite being said from so far away it sounded as though He were right at your side, right next to your ear. His very presence was an oppressive shroud, strangling the light wherever it appeared. The Lord of Domination clutched the whole world in His iron grip, squeezing it of life. If Silas was not careful, he might yet feel that same grip upon his neck; as had so many before him.

Carnifex stalked forward, descending the short steps leading into the main plaza. The children shirked away from His shadow, which seemed to ebb and flow of it's own accord. He stopped by them, as though lost in thought, before suddenly whirling around. His hand struck out, red lightning dancing between His fingertips. A high-pitched dirge wailed through the air as the lightning's frequency increased, forming a ball of tightly bound electric energy that was then launched at a high velocity towards the structure the Jedi was hiding it.

When the ball struck a solid surface, it would rapidly expand to nearly five times it's original diameter. The release of energy was so intense that it would vitrify stone, creating a crackling field of molten glass wherever the lightning touched.


 

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Location: City
Objective: Investigate the distress signal
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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"Says the man who cannot learn from their atrocities"

Silas moved as soon as he said that. Using force dash to his advantage the knight weaved through into the next building by holes that had been caused by the bombardment. It was only a few seconds later did Carnifex unleash a ball of energy that made the structure almost unrecognisable, avoiding death in the process. Finally coming to a halt, Silas finally stopped next to a window and kept his back against the wall with steady and calm breaths.

If Carnifex thought he was going to get rid of him just like that, he had another thing coming.

After staying silent all that time, the silence was finally broken by the voice of the knight once more "I'm not the kind of person that dies so easily Carnifex, you've already seen that with the portal" he grunted before moving again with about bout of haste to avoid another potential attack from the dangerous sith. Down below, he could sense a spark of hope from the children who had everything taken away from them. As long as he still breathed, they still believed they could escape this chaos.


"My Jedi brothers are no longer with us, but those kids still breath. I will not leave till they are freed, along with your plans which will no longer take place with them in mind..."
 
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"You fight a losing war, Westgard. There are only so many battles you can fight, and so many more you cannot. I am not bound by such limitations."

The building Silas had just been in also was consumed by rapidly expanding energy, smoldering rivers of molten stone left in it's wake. Flashes of lightning danced in the air, streaks of phosphorus energy that wailed with a keen ear-splitting cry; as though the fabric of the universe itself cried out. All the children visibly recoiled, their faces contorted in pain as the sound washed over them. When it subsided, they barely rose, frightened into paralysis.

Carnifex strode forward, His footsteps echoing through the ruined city. "These children have no past, Westgard. Their families are dead, their homes are leveled. Nothing for them exists except this moment and the next. Their future is uncertain, but I will give them a future. What can you offer them, Westgard? What can the Jedi offer them? What will you do if they fall into your hands, what agency will you have them discarded by?" The Dark Lord did not care about their well-being, the children were but a resource to exploit. And if He could not utilize them for that purpose, then He would deprive His enemies of them.

He raised His hand, and pointed it towards the children. Lightning crackled between His fingers, but He did not attack.

"What are they worth to you, Westgard? What will you give for their lives?"


 

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Location: City
Objective: Investigate the distress signal
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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"You think highly of yourself Carnifex, soon you'll find out a person even as powerful as you are bound by limitations. You just haven't been truly tested yet..."

The destruction left in the wake of Carnifex's attack was devasting. If he hadn't moved Silas would have most certainly died, no Jedi could have survived such power. He was prepared to do the same again if needs be, but it was soon clear that the Sith had turned his attention to the defenseless children. His expression lowered from what he was putting them through, a torture that reminded him of his own when he was only their age.

Silas wasn't going to let him do the same to them.

Taking a deep breath, the Knight bravely stepped out of the ruined building with a lightsaber in hand. His blue eyes stared straight into the Sith with a cold defiance, unmoved to the sharp words he had to say about his captives "A new family who cares for them, that's what we will offer. If it's not us then so be it, there are many people in this galaxy who will offer these kids a future. The promise you offer them will only be a bleak existence in your shadow"

Igniting his saber, Silas knew he was outnumbered by the dark forces standing before him. However, unknown to them there was method to the knights madness. All he needed was to create time out of nothing.

"What will I give to save the future of our galaxy?" looking to the kids, a warm smile formed in the corner of his lips "Everything..."

 
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"Nor do I expect it will be."

As the Jedi Knight emerged from behind rubble, the Dark Lord did not move His hand an inch. His eyes tracking the Jedi's every movement, like a predator stalking His prey. The boy was brave, repeated encounters proved this many times over. But the Dark Lord thought the Jedi foolhardy and idealistic, too enamored with the falsities of Jedi bravado and deluded by the misconception of life's value.

The strong gave value to life, not the weak.

And the Dark Lord was stronger than the Jedi.

All the Jedi.

"I've seen the family your kind offers them, Jedi. You stunt their potential, limit their growth out of fear of what they could aspire to. Every misbegotten soul your order has sheltered are nothing but mongrels limping along at your heels. I would offer these children a far greater future, one where their lives ultimately end in resounding purpose." Then the Dark Lord laughed, a dark and bitter one. "But I don't need to explain anything to you, Silas Westgard. Laborious justifications are for those deprived of vision, those with power don't need to explain their intentions. Actions justify all."

From the darkness shot a trio of long, smooth daggers with a scintillating sheen. Whether dodged or deflected, the result was the same -- wherever the blade cut, the affected material would smolder and burn as though set alight without flame. A trio of figures emerged from the shadows, their bodies obscured by overlapping strips of cloth and metal adornment. A tabard hung down from their chests, adorned with the blasphemous symbol of the Kainate. A dagger slipped into each of their hands from within their wide, voluminous sleeves.

"Shikkari," intoned the Dark Lord, and the figure's postures shifted in response. "Kill the Jedi."

They rushed forward at nightmarish speed, daggers angling for the Jedi's neck.


 

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Location: City
Objective: Investigate the distress signal
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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The sharp eyes of Carnifex were frightening for most people who looked at them, even for Silas who had a shiver go through his spine. However, Jedi like Silas were meant to fight through these feelings and offer an unbreakable will. His stare at the Sith lord only proved that defiance of evil and there was no way he was going to make the Sith think he was nothing but confident in his ability to take on the odds.

Narrowing his eyes, he slowly shook his head and was seemingly disgusted by his promise. There was no way he was going to give them a meaningful life after what has happened today. What if they didn't reach the potential the Sith wanted them at, would they cast them away like the rest of their failed subjects? Jedi on the other hand would never dream of such a scenario. No matter what, they'd be with them through the failures and hardships. It was not in their nature to leave anyone behind, especially if they were in need.

"Your words only speak nothing but falsehood! Do you think I'd believe in your promises after all the bloodshed you have caused? Never... not even if you brought me to the edge of my life"

Gripping his lightsaber a bit tighter, his gaze spotted the trio of individuals who had been called upon by their master. They were the epitome of evil and death from their looks down to their daggers. Compared to the rest, these were the elite of his company, killers who could slaughter even the most skillful of warriors. Silas had not faced them before, and from the looks of things this by now means was going to be an easy fight.

As he prepared himself, they suddenly rushed at him with blistering speed that almost caught him off guard. Snapping his head back from the first swipe to his neck, he instinctively danced around their strikes the best he could while going backward. After some time, a few of their strikes had gotten through and left cuts along his upper body which forced him to deliver a large force push when he had a brief window of time to do so.

Silas gritted his teeth from the open cuts and raised his lightsaber back up with one hand. The same frosty glare that was Carnifex was now bestowed onto the Shikkari who had his blood on their daggers, unbothered that their first attacks had gained them first blood. Briefly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the Jedi snapped into a Sorusu stance and showed a smirk in the corner of his lips.

"Come, try to make me fear death"

 

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"There is no peace, there is anger."

He spoke not only to the young Jedi Knight, but to the children still cowering beneath His merciless presence. The Shikkari struck forth again, moving like shadowy phantoms before the glint of their blood-slicked daggers gave them away. They were quick and nimble, but wholly unarmored. If the young Jedi were to strike them resoundingly with his lightsaber, he would undoubtedly kill them. So they moved to attack in pairs or as a whole group, never one at a time.

"There is no fear, there is power."

The Dark Lord had looked away from the fight now, His gaze solely settling on the nearest child. The child, unbidden, rose to his feet as though yanked up by an unseen hand. He continued to slide along the ground, his body unresponsive in spite of the frantic expression plastered across his face. The Dark Lord's hand covered the boy's face, fingers grasping tightly around his head, before raising him up far above the ground.

"There is no death, there is immortality."

Movingly rapidly from one side of Silas' vision to the other, the Shikkari attacked again. They struck and then withdrew, one of their number bounding up over the Jedi Knight to evade his blade. But he miscalculated, and a swing by the Jedi cut through his midsection and sent two halves of the priest-assassin tumbling to the ground. His dagger flew from his weakened grip, bouncing along the ground before becoming lost in the rubble. The other two assassin-priests regrouped, covering each other's flanks as they moved in for another attack.

"There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side."

Power rushed along the Dark Lord's arm, siphoning into the boy's body like water through a burst pipe. The boy's body spasmed violently, reacting to the immense influx of dark energy that was now being pumped into every fiber of his being. When the Dark Lord let the boy go, he was virtually catatonic. He continued to writhe on the ground before falling deathly still, but he yet lived. His chest rose and fell very slowly, his vitals almost nothing.

"Not all are destined to serve as receptacles of the Dark Side's power, the boy will either live or he will die. There can be no room for weakness among our ranks."


 

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Location: City
Objective: Investigate the distress signal
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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Silas had proven time again that he'd never cower in the face of darkness, this was going to be no different.

Seeing that the killers had regrouped, he realised that being patient with these individuals was not going to work. Continuing his ways would only leave him open for them to slowly pick away and Silas didn't fancy getting cut to pieces by three mindless freaks. Adjusting his stance he waited for them to approach before unexpectedly making the first move. Even though he had already been slashed, his speed was still as good as it was and possibly better from the adrenaline going through his system.

If the Sith thought they were going to overwhelm him by numbers they had another thing coming.

While Silas replied in kind with his own strikes and weaved away from their own, Carnifex was preaching his undying will to the Darkside. He was unsure if it was to distract him but that was soon put to bed when one of them tried to jump over her him. Swiftly slashing upwards, the knight cut right through his body and left him in two pieces on the floor. In response the other two jumped back and regathered once more, rethinking their strategy as well as their energy for another sophisticated attack.

Glaring back to the Sith in question, he was just in time to see his hand go across the kid's face "Wait! No!" he shouted in response with his eyes wide in shock. The kid had been left motionless on the ground, barely breathing from what Carnifex had bestowed upon him, and with that came a sense of failure. Silas had promised that they'd be safe in his presence, but now his world had changed to black instead.

"Carnifex you must stop this..." he said in disbelief, and tone that indicated sorrow "They are not for you to judge! They deserve to out the life they choose!" Silas continued, his stare looking to the floor "I have already failed one, but I shall not fail the rest..." Looking back to the two attackers and Carnifex he lifted his lightsaber back up and glared into the darths eyes with newfound defiance.

"What must I do to earn their safety... I don't care what you throw at me, I will do what I must to guarantee their survival."

 

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"How very noble of you," replied the Dark Lord, the towering giant now turning to look at Silas. He raised a hand, and the masked assailants slowly began to back away; their blades again hidden beneath their robes. The assailants would remain out of reach, but not out of sight. They would always be there, lurking in the periphery, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

A looming threat.

"I believe I will take you up on that offer, Silas Westgard. If you do as I ask of you, then I will release these children into your custody and leave this world without any further incident. I've already hit my quota, these are unnecessary surplus." He laughed cruelly, "In truth, I was being greedy. A byproduct of my new associates, I think. Their kind chase excess at the detriment of all else, it is a terrible influence."

Darth Carnifex took a step towards the Jedi Knight, His shadow cast wide over the smoldering ruins. "I shall impart upon you one lesson, Silas Westgard. It shall be a lesson of suffering. Pain is instructive, it is enlightening. When my lesson comes to an end, you will have come to understand only an inkling of the truth I bear upon my skin." He withdrew His lightsaber from within His sleeve, the crackling red blade snapping to life with the murderous growl of an enraged serpent.

"You will take this lesson with you wherever you go, and you shall pass it on to those who would heed it."

He leapt forward, bounding through the air and slicing down towards the Jedi Knight.


 

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