Tatooine Meeting

[Darth Morgoth]

Location Tattoonine bar

Melkor was sitting in a bar on the planet Tatooine, he was sipping a drink just waiting for his ship to Empress Teta to arrive. He had been out of his icy prison for a while and was hoping to meet a pureblood he had just heard of. Looking around he smiled at the room full of dancers and thugs, it was his type of atmosphere. Looking up at the bar he saw bottle of all shapes and variety. He leaned back in his seat and the bar and sighed.

@Ta'ek Viss

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek Viss sat at the bar staring blankly at the usual denizens of the bar: a few trashy dancers, the occasional grizzled war vet, and some pistol jockeys whose singed jackets testified to their aim; no challenge.
He had no marks atm, and was growing restless since his transfer from Nar Shadaa since his last outburst. So what if he'd cut down his "partner"?
The Rodian was loud, smelly, and couldn't aim a blaster, much less pick a lock or a pocket. And the Hutts had been griping about needing to make budget cuts anyway. "Leave it to a Hutt to exile, extort, or murder someone who does them a favor..." He thought bitterly.

Then a man at the bar caught his good eye, the one that wasn't damaged in the explosion. He wasn't like the usual suspects, his skin was of a reddish hue, with beard-like tentacles and strange bone growths that seemed oddly familiar. But more importantly, what was on his belt: a Jedi lightsaber, worth quite a lot on the black market. Enough that he could finally buy a ship to leave Tatooine, Nar Shadaa, and all its worthless inhabitants behind.

The man seemed to be awaiting something, because as Ta'ek watched, he seemed to check some implement and rose to make for the door.
Ta'ek knew what he had to do, and that this man was also possibly a Jedi. Big deal, he'd killed at least 4 on a bounty, and even more if you counted those fools that seemed to own a lightsaber but not the skill to use it. He knew what it was, and what it was worth. But something about this one felt different. He usually felt nothing but disgust, boredom, or apathy, but as he silently swept the weapon from the man's belt, he felt a sense of thrill....of destiny....

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor felt somthing stranged in the force, like pull but he didnt know what it was. He rose and walked to the door, his ship was landing in about thrity minutes, and he was ready to go. Glancing around he he knew the source of the disturbence was in the room walking through the door of bar he close it behind him and leaned against the wall. He was waiting for the source to follow somthing told him it would and he always followed his gut.

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek thought about heading out the back door, but that would likely arouse the Jedi's suspicion. Instead, he calmly followed the Jedi out the door, moving liquidly silent despite the fact that he was encased, "Ha," he thought, "More like entrapped," within a suit of armor. The nudge he received told him to go this way. He had learned a decade ago on that night in his former master's shop on Nar Shadaa to never ignore the direction of his little nudges. So he followed the Jedi into the street and watched as he made his way toward something only he seemed to be able to sense was there

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor had decided to walk into the crowed not having time to wait for the source of the disturbance. Melting into the crowd he was heading west towards the One Sith Docking bay. The dust was rising around him and a sand storm was on the horizon.

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek had lost sight of the man, but he felt he was still nearby. As he slowed his pace, his enviornmental relay alerted him to nearby motion.

Instinctively, he braced himself for an attack. It never came. Confused, he stopped a moment to center himself, and his world went dark....

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled inwardly feeling the precense once again. Closing his eyes he stopped searching for its source. His eyes flew open, he had felt somthing familliar but he didnt quite belief it

 

[Keaton Yeates]

"What is this? Where am I?!"

Ta'ek awoke with a start aboard what appeared to be a ship of some kind. He was strapped to an operating table, with the man from the bar standing over him.

He fought to sit upright, but as he did, his body exploded with pain. He looked over to see that the Exile's Carapace was plugged into a defibrillator, and every time he tried to struggle against the restraints, the unit would electrocute him until he stopped struggling.

"When I escape from this, you're a dead....whatever you are!!"

The man stared cooly at him, but Ta'ek kept struggling. With every shock the defibrillator fed him, his rage and hatred grew. He felt it welling up inside him, along with the pain, and every scar he bore felt like it had been opened anew.

With one mighty roar, he felt himself shatter.

But it wasn't death claiming him finally, it was a rebirth. He felt raw power surge from his very being, breaking his restraints and overloading nearly every piece of machinery in the room. He leapt at the man, who calmly put his hand up, as if to stop him....which it did. Ta'ek hung suspended in the air, as the man from the bar stared silently into his eye. Ta'ek met his gaze, both reflecting in each others a familiar red iris. And for the first time since his first kill, Ta'ek fel strangely.... Peaceful.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor looked down at the Sith Halfblood prince. He was entranced by the affinity for the darkside this new discovery held. Then again he was half sith... Melkor had captured him, using his force powers to virtually hack into his mind, disabling his senses. It had not been easy but then again that was his specialty.

The halfling had broken free his rage consuming him in the power of the darkside.

Raising his hand Melkor caught him, the dark telekinetic trendrils of the force easily subdueing him.

Looking back into the boys eyes he smiled grimly.

Melkor opened his mouth, his rough voice masked with the soothing energy of the force "Your anger is good but do not let it consume you young halfing. Master it. Let it show you the truth..."

Melkor had known who the boy was from the first moment he met him. He had gone into the Sith library and researched his line and found that his heirs had risen higher then ever in Sith nobility, and that before they were wiped out, they had given birth to a bastard son banishing him at birth as a slave.

Melkor projected these images into the boys mind letting him see his orgins. He was home, and Melkor was not the type to judge on blood, the very fact that he had survied proved he was a true Sith.

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek felt his body seize as he felt a probing tendril force its way into his mind. It began to pump images into his mind... No more than images; Truths. He was being shown who he was. What he was. Why he was. And it both calmed him to know of his purpose, and enraged him to learn of this betrayal. Once again, he saw that betrayal was just part of who he was. From the day he was born, he never had a choice.

Now, he realized, he did.

As the tendrils retreated from his mind, he felt himself being lowered back to the floor of the ship. His feeet touched the ground, and he stared at the man who had shown him the same truth in a single moment he had known all his life. He met his gaze silently, as if daring him to speak more. He craved it. Knowledge. Power. Freedom. He would have it all.

"Speak," Ta'ek said suddenly.

The man opened his mouth the reply.....

@Melkor

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled his voice once again echoing in the ears of his decedant, this time however it was his normal ough voice, "You have had a hard life my young halfing, I think it is time that you return to the fold. Join me, and I will teach you to harness that anger and agression. I will show you things you have never seen, and things you have in a light that will astound you."

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek mulled this over in his mind. He was already pretty in over his head. Forced into a suit of death armor on a planet half the galaxy away from home....

'Home," he thought. "That's a funny word. A sentimental word."

He realized them, he had no home. He was sold into slavery by his own people at birth. His own home, his own father, had cast him away like worthless trash, before he was even able to show them what he was worth. And a Prince no less? He would have his revenge.

"I may have been something different, if I had ever had a choice. Now I do. Make me something different. I want to be free. I want a choice."

He kneeled before the Sith and bowed his head to him.

"I am Ta'ek Viss, at your service."

@Melkor

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled and said "Home is not a strange word my young halfling. Home is where you thrive where you survive to fight another day. Home is where you rest you weary head, and home is where you family is."

Seeing the halfling kneel Melkor replied almost indignantly "Get up! No longer are you a sith in chains. No longer do you bow to those who help you. You are blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. You are my decendant and you are my Brother. Now stand and acend to the life you should have been given"

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek felt the Dark Side surge through him like never before.

He stood, his willpower now radiating from his frame; it was palpable.

His chains were broken. He could feel that now.
With the power of his Ancestors coursing through his very soul.

He spoke aloud the words that flooded his brain:

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."

He felt as if his very being had caught ablaze, and the raw power he felt was incredible.
It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

He needed more....

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[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled and said"The Sith code, very good live by that. Now showing me your weapons."

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek looked toward the corner of the room, where the Angels of Mercy sat unblemished.

The Echani Vibroblades were most definitely as close to cherished a thing as anything he had ever dared to believe he actually owned.

He handed them over to Darth Morgoth and awaited his appraisal.

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[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled as his took the blades in hand. Brandishing them, he tested there weight. Spinning them in his hands he stopped them upside down and handed them back.

Melkor said"These are beautiful weapons useful as almost any lightsaber, use them well'

 

[Keaton Yeates]

"I always have," Ta'ek stated matter-of-factly. "I've held my share of lightsabers, but never owned one. These have served me well, but they are who I was. In the days to come, I may retire them to a trophy. I don't hold on to much, but I admit I've grown fond of them over the last 10 years..."

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled and said "Good now prove it attack me with everything you have, my brother!"

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Without a second thought or hesitation, Ta'ek tossed his left blade to Morgoth, and swung his right blade in a quick underhook....

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