Hunger and Hatred (Holocron self training)

[Darth Odium]

The infinite blackness of the sea of stars embraced the cold durasteel hull as it drifted through space. The deadly silence of the void may have been its most unnerving quality for some. The loneliness and solitude of deep space was not something for the faint of heart or the weak. It would stir the imagination and call forth fears or thoughts that would never be considered while with others. The depths of the darkness the silence and the solitude it a plauge for the weak but Odium was made of sterner stuff.

The darkness within the civilian transort was a reflection of the darkness without. He sat with huge black eyes closed as his hate filled mind focused his savage thoughts. Slowly he tucked away the murder of his brutal prophetess mother and her devoted dark husband. The thoughts of their rejection and the death they had desired for him. The darkside of course had even then embraced him and taken him in. He was found, raised and returned to his parents. Their eyes recognized him not but their feelings remembered him well. They had grown old and weak and quickly fell before his anger. His hatred for them was intense and their fear of him was intense. And now their bones adorned his armor and their skins became his cloak. His thoughts then turned to his first master the one that never let him speak. Only mind to mind could he express anything and now he was so used to being voiceless he had no desire to speak. His master trained him made him into what he was today but he to had to die in the end. Now he sat alone in the darkness with a holocron and it was yet to respond to him.

In silence his stretched out with tendrals of the force and began probing that cubic object that sat in his palm. The energies swirled and began to pour into the holocron. After minutes, hours, days his craving for the knowledge contained within became obsession. His hunger for power became great as the ship drifted in the darkness with only life support active. Then the whispers began. His mind felt the words more than heard them as the whispers became words. Whispers became words, words became thoughts, thoughts became feelings and the feelings became visions. The visions showed wars and murders loss, a child, a wife, families, all ripped away. Then the planets and systems were consumed in his minds eye. His pain at the images was not his own but the imprint was intense and tears of blood began to drip on the holocron. Then the pain grew as the image of a face appeared from the cube a face in a bone white mask with red paint.

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<Do you desire power?> the voice reached into his mind.

<Yes.> Odium responded telepathically.

<hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha> the voice simply laughed at him.

<Teach me your secrets Master.> Odium demanded.

<Mmmmmaaaaasssssssstteeeerrrrrrrrr. Yes I am you Master now.> the voice said ominously, <Go to Koriban and find my tomb. Then I will make you more than powerful. I will make you a God, but first>

Dark energies exploded from the cube and began draining his life. His mucsles jerked and as his body was drained of it's power. His hand locked on the holocron draoned the force and life from his body. His green mouth opened in a soundless scream as the voice screamed laughter in his mind. He lay in a heap on the deck plates as the voice laughed.

<You will defend yourself Acolyte!> the voice screamed, <or you will die.>

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[member="Darth Isolda"] for your prophetic mind

 

[Darth Odium]

The pain was not like anything he had ever felt. His black eyes rolled in their sockets and the strength drained out like blood from an artery. His mind did just as he was commanded, it fought for a way to defend, to survive. Was it moments that passed or hours or perhaps years? He couldn't say. He created a bubble and it crumbled. He made a shield and it broke. He tried and tried but nothing worked. Finally he reached out for the holocron with the force and created a barrier that worked and the attack ended.

"Primitive but effective." the holocron said to his mind.

Odium slowly rose to his feet and began to feel a Hunger for the force as if to replace the energies that were drained. He sat down on a seat and waited. Soon he would be ready for more lessons.

 

[Darth Odium]

Unbidden the Holocron was not done with Odium and images of the Sith performing Dark rage, Farsight, Force lightning, Force resistance, Force scream, and Force whirlwind, among others, such as a dark variant of Force healing called Dark Healing, swirled through Odium's mind tearing places for themselves in his memory. Knowledge of Sith alchemy impressed itself on his mind as the words of the once Dark Lord of the sith spoke over and over again. Odium saw Nihilus increase the strength of Force powers he used greatly, and f reach through the Force at a range as far as a star system. Sights and sounds and images flashed through the Sith Acolyte's mind and in short order he was on the deck clutching his head.


Malachor V the place of my birth. When the Mandalorians were strong and tore bloody paths across the stars I was a simple man living on the world with my family and friends. Then war came to our doorstep, Mandalorians followed by the republic. The republic in a desperate act activated the Mass Shadow Generator and it tore my world apart. I survived the superweapon's destruction of the surface and assumed a dark persona while grieving my losses, in part as a means of survival. I was trapped on the planet by the artificially-created mass shadows along with the bulk of the opposing, disabled fleets that filled space around the planet—where the Mandalorians had committed all of their forces in a last attempt at defeating the Republic—and I took ill suddenly due to the shadows' effects. My emotional pain then manifested as an emptiness that swept over the My idle body and it soon began to manifest as an intense "hunger." Without intent, I drained the life-force of another survivor. The act was an unpleasant experience for me then, but the hunger and my painful memories faded for a brief moment alongside my sickness. Nonetheless, the emptiness returned more relentless and severe than before. I indulged in absorbing the energy of other survivors, but, the more I fed, the shorter the hunger was appeased and the more powerful it became.
In the end I learned that there was nothing but the hunger and all else was worthless.

The tale ended in voice but images along with pain continued the scared man, the aged master, the blind servant and the wound in the force all floated in Odium’s mind until the image of the mask appeared. Odium looked into the empty sockets and imagined what have occurred had the Dark Lord had this creature as a servant…or rather he later imagined when the pain was through. How long Odium writhed on the deck was uncertain, but what was certain was what he did next. With primal intent he reached out with the force, invisible tendrils penetrating the public transport into the rooms around. He found lives and he began to drain them of their lives. It was not slow or painless for the victims. Women children men and animals alike all quickly died in writhing pain as the Sith one by one drained their lives to strengthen his own. He could feel the other knowledge of the Holocron and how it spoke of binding one to armor and then, as Odium slowly stood, he knew what he must do next. Nihilus had used a dark variant of the Sever Force ability to betray his master alongside the scared man by stripping her of the Force. The Sith Lord had used the Force to lift starships, as he did on Malachor V with his ship and through the Force, Darth Nihilus was able to escape death by containing his consciousness in his armor,

<Koriban> he said telepathically as he put away the Nihilus Holocron and took out the Second unknown one. He focused on it while he left his room unconcerned with who may see him. The image of a Sith appreared.

“I am the heir of Kallig and Tulak Hord, and Master of the dead, Darth Nox." the image said.

Oh this was just what he needed.

[member="Darth Isolda"] (Again for your prophetic eyes)

 

[Darth Odium]

The darkside swirled in such a way as he had never felt. This was a point where destiny was being written. He could feel the eddies in the force but unlike other times he was at the epicenter. His breathing grew slower as he decided it was time to practice what he had felt during the attack from the holocron. he put away the Nox holocron and went to the cockpit. The ship was on course but that was about to change. The Pilot on duty was a young woman in her mid twenties, a twi'lek and a pretty one. Her green skin and lithe form would have been a pleasure to the eyes for a male and perhaps some females of nearly any species. She was alone in the cockpit and preparing to jump back to hyperspace while the crew and passengers slept. His black eyes slapped shut and opened in a heavy blink before he noted the smell of her pheromones. She was happy, and completely unaware of the fate she was about to suffer. Deep inside her slender frame Odium could feel the flicker of the Force.

'Perfect' he thought as he raised a large hand and focused on drawing the darkside through him.


<Hello.> he said to her mind. Her body stiffened visibly and she whipped herself around to look at him.


"You don't belong here!" She said assertively, "keep your space magic out of my..."

<Good Bye> He said cutting her off and pulling at her life through the force. Invisible tendrils of force energy shot out from his hand and a look of horror crossed her face. Her body writhed and fell to the floor, while muscle spasms caused her to jerk and move. Soon the light of life drained from her eyes and she lay limp. Odium looked at his hand and felt the darkness and swirling of the force increase around him. He took the Nox holocron from his satchel and activated it once more.


“I am the heir of Kallig and Tulak Hord, and Master of the dead, Darth Nox." the image said.


<I am Odium, Slave of the Dark Lord.> he replied <teach me your secrets master of the Dead.>

"You are not ready for my instruction, Acolyte." the gatekeeper said, "You are strong and the Darkside serves you well but you must show your dedication first."

<I will demonstrate more than that.> Odium said holding the holocron in one hand as he headed to the crew quarters. He took his Sith sword from Contruum in hand and went to the barracks like quarters for the crew.

He walked to the first bunk and drove the alchemized blade through the body of the first crewman and began to drain the force from him as he bled. Those not sensitive to the force died much quicker than the latent force user from the cockpit. Eight bunks held sleeping forms, and in a matter of silent minutes, Eight bunks held lifeless husk. The holocrons gate keeper spoke approval but the Hunger for the lives of others was already piqued and Odium quickly headed through the Ship room by room. Once black eyes slowly became crimson orbs as he found life form after life form and drained them of life or shed it upon his blade. Finally after the work of hours he stood at the rear of the ship with the sounds of two Sith howling with laughter and delight. Men women and children, pets and prize creatures every living thing was no more. His shoulders heaved with every breath and his tongue licked green lips. His body shook with power and exerted muscles. His once black eyes now deep crimson wisp of black smoke wafted from his body as he stood staring at the bulkhead of the cargo area where the last person had fallen. The last person, a Gand, was a Jedi padawan from the looks of the garments and the lightsaber. The padawan had given into his anger before he fell to Odium's blade. Head and body no longer one as the padawan's anger filled eyes still stared at the Sith who both broke and killed him.

"Bind him." Nox said.

<Teach me.> Odium replied.

The holocron began to glow with a wicked light and like a primitive download, Odium was used as a vessel for the information of the holocron. Odium filled as he was with dark energies and with a mind broken and twisted did the unthinkable as far as Nox was concerned. He used the sum of his power and engergies drained from the crew and passengers to bind the spirit as the holocron had flash dumped into his cunning mind. The padawan's spirit shot for Odium seeking a way to escape his end. The spirit of the Padawan rather than possessing Odium was consumed by the Nautolan Sith and bound to his bone necklace. Odium collapsed to his knees as the remaining gatekeeper of the Nihilus holocron cackled. Odium slumped forward and fell to the deck, his body unable to keep going. Exhausted and filled with information beyond his ability to sort through, he passed out, and lay on the deck of the drifting ship.

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Odium"]

Through all of this, with sick malicious pleasure, Darth Isolda, the Eye of the Dark Lord, would cast her all seeing gaze in approval of her apprentice.

Yesssss….

Perfect. It was all going according to plan.

From the depths, one would rise. In power. In strength. Held within the eye of the Dark Lord, blessed by the Goddess.

In him will rise anew a powerful gift. That to which to weld the powers of thousands of Sith long dead.

Sith and Jedi alike.

Death would be his mantle, and in him shall he be able to wield a strength by binding to him that which has been thought to be lost.

Those that are caught within his web shall cease to be no more, their power and knowledge, stripped for his use.

And his use alone.

Dark inky fingers would reach out, a figure bedecked in blackest of black glistaweb web cowls kneeling to take the Nautolans face. Twin hands would frame it, lifting his head up as the woman would whisper against his lips.

"͢Y͞ǫu wįll̷ ̡be t͠h̵e h͠eír ́o҉f͟ Ņo̵x̵ ͡an̨d̷ Gr̡a͘u҉s̛h, ̷a͏ Ma̷s͜te̡r͘ o͞f͏ ͟t̡he҉ De̶ad.̴ ̀
̕

Y҉ǫu sh̡a҉ll͞ ͜b̡ę, à L͡ic̷h̡-͢King.̀"̴

Her tattoos would shift, swirling round like smoke only to suddenly penetrate the Nautolan’s olive flesh.

The Mark of the Dark Lord. He was now tied to Him. To Her.

They would sear and ink his skin. It was also method to track and see through his eyes as well.

He was hers. As she was his.

A fully fledged Darth.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"]

Slowly Odium's black eyes focused on the face of The Eye of The Dark Lord, his Master Darth Isolda, Moira.

His head leaned forward to draw nearer hers but was thrown back as his back arched with the pleasure-pain of the dark mark. Mouth gapping as he drew air in sharply before settling down again. The dark oil-like tattoos wound around his torso twisting and bending like wisp if spirits enwrapping him. He had a destiny, a gift from his Mistress and the Dark Lord, and he would not disappoint.

He reached a large green hand for her and touched against her arm as the tattoo seared into his skin. A dark smile touched his lips as the pain gave him focus.

<I can feel you Master.> he said telepathically still mentally tired from his ordeal with the spirit of Nox, <I can taste you on the air. Have you truly come?>