New Purpose

[Darth Veles]

The encounter with his old Master seemed to have ignited new fire in his heart. Avreet found himself slowly coming to term with the Empire’s defeat and actually started to like the new, fresh start. The ones unworthy of the title were dead, leaving only the strong and true Sith to rebuilt the Sith Order and make it better, stronger than the previous one. The foolish Jedi have actually made the Sith more powerful than before, as death and suffering the Republic inflicted upon the great civilization of the Sith Empire could be felt so easily, the Dark Side of the Force now being much more potent and empowering than the Light. The Empire may have been defeated and broken, but the Sith would never truly die. Unlike their Jedi enemies, the Sith knew how to adapt to survive, quick to change their ways when the situation required it. While the Republic celebrated its victory and went to another war in the name of peace and freedom, they also shifted much of their attention from the Sith in hiding to the ongoing conflict.

After showing him the way, the Sith Master and her former apprentice parted their ways once more, with Avreet stealing a Republic shuttle and venturing into the vast galaxy to find the remnants of the Sith Order. His borrowed identity allowed him to effortlessly pass through many Republic patrols without alerting them. Nobody dared to deny the Republic colonel, a war hero. The Mon Cal thanked the Force for the Republic forces having yet to find the colonel’s rotting body, so he did not have to look for a new high ranked officer to borrow the identity from.

And now Avreet knelt in a dim lit room, his dark clothes almost making him disappear if it wasn't for his orange head, awaiting the arrival of the powerful Sith who will give him a new direction. His amber eyes closed as his mind opened to the Force and he meditated. It felt very refreshing, as if the Dark Side itself washed his body, caressing his skin and whispering sweet words into his ear as a lover. The hatred directed towards the Republic and the Jedi strengthened the connection between him and the Dark Side, filling him with energy and confidence he needed to fight the invading dogs. After the Empire fell, he knelt in the same position and wanted to pierce his own heart to die with his beloved Empire. Had he not meditated, he would have chuckled as he found it quite humorous now. With righteous fire burning in his heart, hate running through his veins and anger sleeping in his tears, Avreet finally had a new purpose.

Part of the old Avreet Zatarus may have died with the Empire, but today, a new Darth will be born, filling the empty space in the young Knight’s body and making him whole again, without fear or doubt. In the end, the Empire’s fall will only make him stronger.


@[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

There was a soft shifting of fabric, the delicate rustle of the finest silk to the Mon-Calamari's right. However, it was not the audible sound of approaching footsteps that gave evidence to the Eye of the Dark Lord's approach.

No, it was the echo of power that would resonate within the Mon-Cal's mind at her approach. For it breathed off her skin like a nearly visible cloud, and it was clear that it wasn't done on purpose. No, this was power, pure power -- a testament of the Dark Lord's use of Isolda's body as a vessel for his glorious energy.

She was an extension of the Dark Lord, a mere tool for his bidding. And she accepted the honor with submission and lust-filled joy, as even a tiny shadow of his Glory sent shivers of delicious pleasure pain down her body. The residual effect was the most exquisite high, to be drunk in power.

His power. His delight.

The Eye of the Dark Lord finally stood before the One Sith initiate,@[member="Darth Veles"], her mirror-like gaze twin molten silver pools as they befell him.

Finally she spoke.

[SIZE=10pt]"Tell me, Avreet Zatarus... are you ready to die for His Vision.?" [/SIZE] her voice was deeper than one would expect from such a delicate throat, the voice an echo of the immense power given to her by the Dark Lord. It was in direct reference to what the ideal the Dark Lord sought.

A galaxy of stability. A peace as it has never been, with Order brought by his will -- and the One Sith's hand.

 

[Darth Veles]

The powerful presenced he tasted through the Force let him know of the woman's approach. His amber orbs shot open and his right eye swiveled to gaze at the source of the power. One knowing how to distinguish Force signatures would immediately know the woman was a Sith, a very powerful one. The glorious energy of the Dark Side coursed through her body, though not as if she was drawing it into herself; no, the beautiful woman was a living embodiment of the Dark Side, proud of her connection to the Force and letting everyone knowof her allegiance. For a second, Avreet wondered if @[member="Darth Isolda"] could match Master Volitu. This, of course, raised the question if the Sith Witch ever revealed her darkest presence in the Force. Not like it mattered; while experienced, both women had much more power and higher rank in the Sith hierarchy pyramid than him and he respected that.

His orange eye quickly turned to the floor and closed, not daring to stare at a true Sith as her. Her voice resonated in his ears when she asked the question and Avreet did not hesitate to give her the answer. He was a loyal Imperial, one who wanted stable and peaceful galaxy, a true Sith who desired to see the whole galaxy united under the crimson flag of the Sith Empire ruled by the ones having power to control the Force and thus shape the reality to make the world a perfect place to live. The Dark Lord presented a vision, a clear path for those who wanted to follow him. Under His rule, the Sith shall rise from the ashes, strong and united, and their righteous fury will destroy the Jedi and their Republic.

"I am ready to live, fight and die for His vision. His enemies shall receive no mercy from me, nor I will ask for any from them. I am ready to become His instrument to deliver order to chaos, death to those who reject Him and spread his influence over the ones who need to be led by His words. And when I die, I die knowing I did everything I could for Him." The Mon Cal Knight politely said in low, slightly raspy voice, the expression on his face completely neutral and void of all emotions. The right, cybernetic eye slightly opened again, this time staring at the wall as the amphibian's mind wandered off and imagined the great future of the Sith and their subjects.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Oh how easy words could be said, a mere flick of a tongue saying exactly what one would want to hear. But was this truth?

Isolda would find out, one way or another.

"Your words are perfect, " Isolda said with a low murmur, power breathing down upon the Mon-Cal with every syllable.

That is when her hands slowly came to reach out for him, the tattoos pulsing with life within her alabaster skin. Her fingertips barely hovered over @[member="Darth Veles"] 's cheeks, not quite touching, but the recoil of the energy of the Dark Side, of the Dark Lord, was like an intoxicating cloud surrounding him.

"But do you understand?" she asked him, those molten silver eyes slowly swirling into an inky black, until no white remained, pupilless.

"His will. Your hand. Complete and utter surrender. Submission." she told him. There was no going back.

 

[Darth Veles]

Her presence became almost unbearable as she came closer and reached out with her hands. Despite not touching him physically, Avreet could feel the Dark Side energy touching his own, eliciting a strange, yet not completely unpleasant feeling. This would have been extremely scary for a Jedi or those not versed in the Dark Side, but it made the young Sith know he was among his own, people who used the Force as their tool without foolishly denying themselves its true power. This feeling surprisingly calmed him down, so the sentence of what had to be done was met with one brief glance of his cybernetic eye and an expression void of all emotions.

Considering his race and the fact he fought with two lightsabers, losing one of his hands would definitely impair his performance and combat prowess. He'd definitely need to get a new hand after this if he wanted to be a sharp scalpel instead of a broken blade. Maybe Master Volitu knew how to create a new hand with Sith alchemy, though Avreet did not know at the moment. Whatever replaced his organic hand, he wanted it to make him stronger. A cybernetic hand made out of the finest metals they could offer, giving him the ability to rip though steel armor and flesh underneath...or physically grab plasma blade of a lightsaber. It'd definitely have to be covered in synthskin and synthflesh in order to let the young Sith cast Force lightning.

"Take my hand in His name, mistress," said the Mon Cal, looking up to gaze upon the powerful Sith, raising his right webbed hand towards the beautiful female as he prepared for a sudden wave of superheated plasma licking his wrist and permanently separating a part of his body. He felt no fear of pain though; for pain gave him more power and he had experienced the peak of pain when a lightsaber burned out his eye. The experience made him stronger, granting him more tolerance to pain and teaching him how to use it to strengthen his connection to the Dark Side.


@[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Darth Veles"]

There was approval in her onyx gaze, and a single hand rose as if to take his offering. However, instead of claiming his hand, dark tendrils of Dark energy went pouring out of slender digits.

Like a thick dark mist, they enveloped the hand, raising it up to all of a sudden consume the fleshy still twitching hand. From his flesh sacrifice, he would be reborn.

[SIZE=10pt]"Welcome, to His fold, Darth Veles,"[/SIZE] she said, giving him a new name for his rebirth. Those dark tendrils of energy suddenly went pouring into the Mon Calamari, blessing his skin with the powerful dark mark of the One Sith under his epidermis.

The Dark Mark.

[SIZE=10pt]"For your sacrifice, you shall have another hand, one far more powerful." [/SIZE] she told him, as it would be replaced by a stronger cybernetic prosthetic.

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet had experieced many things in his life. Every time he had been shot by a blaster or a projectile weapon, shocked by Force lightning, drained of his Force energy, temporarily cut from the Force, beaten, burned by a lightsaber. Every time that happened ultimately led to him becoming stronger, closer to the Dark Side. This would be the same, or so he expected. When the Dark mistress did not activate her weapon, he questioningly gazed at her, only to notice the energy coming out of her and swallowing his offered hand. His large amber eyes widened in surprise at the impressive sight; one of the few powers that operated with the Dark Side itself and used it as a weapon. The other power he knew to work in a similar manner, Force lightning, was much more common among the Sith.

The question and surprise in his eyes were replaced by incredible pain as the Darkness ate away the flesh and muscle. Only the Dark Side hurt in this way. The amphibious Sith cried out in pain at first, but soon gritted his teeth and basked in the mistress' dark energy and the pain it caused. He was not a weakling. He was a Sith, and true Sith embraced such opportunities to become more powerful. His right eye glanced where his hand used to be as he listened to Darth Isolda's words.

Darth Veles was born. The dark tendrils entered his body, making him feel as if burning flames licked his insides, leaving emptiness and creating a mark of darkness on the skin covering his left scapula.

"Thank you, mistress," the Mon Calamari now known as Darth Veles breathed out, "I feel better than ever." Once his new hand was attached and he learned how to use it to its most effectiveness, he would become a precise surgical tool removing those who stood against Him. Not as many other Sith, an impulsive and sloppy psychopath, but a true assassin, a messanger to spread His message; death. Avreet was no monster though, killing only his target and those in his way. The strange and twisted purity in him banned him from pursuing simple pleasures as sex or drugs, making him a precise tool of destruction.

@[member="Darth Isolda"]