Ren Vexx
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-Age 5-
Ren was asleep in bed when a massive knock on the door woke him up. His mother had only just tucked him in, but he got up anyway. Rubbing his eyes, he asked “Mama?” A deep voice answered. “Don’t concern yourself with her.” Ren looked at the man who spoke. He was tall, he was dressed in black armour complete with a face mask. Looking through the room, there were others. The tall man raised his hand and then pointed forward. Red bolts hit mama, papa, and Zak. They fell over and didn’t move. The man in black said “Come with me boy.”
-Age 10-
03:00 hours. “Fight! Fight for your life! Do you think the Republic will give you reprieve? Time is immaterial!” Ren was exhausted. He had been up before 06:00 every day that month. His Master knocked him to the ground. “Failure!” He spat in Ren’s face. Ren hurled his lightsaber at Darth Kore. He deflected it away. “At least you’re a failure that tries. Only slightly better.” Kore walked away.
-Age 15-
Ren had built up past anger, to hate for his Master. When they duelled, he aimed for killstrokes. He wanted to watch Kore die. Slowly. Painfully.
-Age 20-
23:56 hours. Kore was asleep aboard their ship. Ren snuck in. He was going to savour this moment. He lifted his blade’s hilt over his Master’s bed. Igniting the blade, he plunged it into Darth Kore’s torso. The man awoke, screaming. “You- you brat! I gave you everything! Power beyond your dreams!” Ren twisted the blade. “At what cost?”
His murder of Darth Kore was not punished by the Sith, but rewarded. Lord Vexx took possession of all Kore’s valuables, his ship, and its crew, along with a droid. R2-T7.
Ren was asleep in bed when a massive knock on the door woke him up. His mother had only just tucked him in, but he got up anyway. Rubbing his eyes, he asked “Mama?” A deep voice answered. “Don’t concern yourself with her.” Ren looked at the man who spoke. He was tall, he was dressed in black armour complete with a face mask. Looking through the room, there were others. The tall man raised his hand and then pointed forward. Red bolts hit mama, papa, and Zak. They fell over and didn’t move. The man in black said “Come with me boy.”
-Age 10-
03:00 hours. “Fight! Fight for your life! Do you think the Republic will give you reprieve? Time is immaterial!” Ren was exhausted. He had been up before 06:00 every day that month. His Master knocked him to the ground. “Failure!” He spat in Ren’s face. Ren hurled his lightsaber at Darth Kore. He deflected it away. “At least you’re a failure that tries. Only slightly better.” Kore walked away.
-Age 15-
Ren had built up past anger, to hate for his Master. When they duelled, he aimed for killstrokes. He wanted to watch Kore die. Slowly. Painfully.
-Age 20-
23:56 hours. Kore was asleep aboard their ship. Ren snuck in. He was going to savour this moment. He lifted his blade’s hilt over his Master’s bed. Igniting the blade, he plunged it into Darth Kore’s torso. The man awoke, screaming. “You- you brat! I gave you everything! Power beyond your dreams!” Ren twisted the blade. “At what cost?”
His murder of Darth Kore was not punished by the Sith, but rewarded. Lord Vexx took possession of all Kore’s valuables, his ship, and its crew, along with a droid. R2-T7.
