Toxarien nodded when his master told him of her plans. He felt the excitement swell up in his chest. Excitement at showing his master what he could do, excitement at being free, excitement of being able to unleash the full power of the dark side against the beasts on Vendaxa. Even though this was a complete surprise Toxarien wasn't worried in the least. He was fully confident that he could handle anything that Vendaxa had to offer. He was just excited that he would be able to be free from restraint. Unlike some Sith who blocked out emotions like fear, pity, surprise, and pain, Toxarien used them to create unrivaled power, the likes of which he had never felt before.
A few hours later they came out of hyperspace above a lush green world that must be Vendaxa. Toxarien watched it the whole time as they neared it and broke through the atmosphere, and only took his eyes off of it when his dropship was on auto pilot, flying down to land in a small clearing in the lush surface. He climbed down the small ramp as soon as the blast doors opened with a hiss. He stepped out into the harsh sun light, taking a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun. He was still taking in his surroundings when a loud hiss made him turn around, and he found himself looking into the eyes of a full grown acklay.
He leapt at the creature just as it slashed out with its long claw like leg, aiming to slice him in two. He curved around it, twisting his body mid air and landing on the creatures back with a thump. He crawled up the creature's neck and began pounding on it's head, his own tremendous strength rushing through him and being amplified by the terrible power of the dark side. In its desperation to rid itself of it's former prey, the acklay tried to shake off it's attacker, but got carried away and sent them both crashing down a slope, man over beast, each fighting with each other to show the other it's dominance. They stopped rolling when they crashed into the shallows of a stream. Bruised, battered, and bloodied, Toxarien wrestled with the acklay for what seemed like hours, until he found himself hanging from the under side of it's neck, prying it's jaw open. The great animal shook it's mighty head, but that only fueled the power of the anger within the maddened Zabrak, who was lost in a bloodthirsty rage, intent on killing his adversary. He slowly forced the acklay's jaw wider and wider until the animal screeched with agony, letting it's guard down for just an instant. But that was all Toxarien needed. He ripped on the creature's jaw so hard that it came ripping off, sending blood spewing and splattering all over everything, especially Toxarien. But he didn't care. He roared in victory and grabbed a nearby fallen log, stuffing it down the dying creature's throat, assuring that his foe could not recover. Toxarien jumped away, landing on his back in the stream down current a few meters. He lay there for a few moments, letting the water wash away the blood that soaked him from head to toe, and letting it cleanse the many gashes and cuts along his body. He had been on the receiving end of quite a few blows during that fight, but he had ultimately been the victor. The acklay was weak, and he was strong. That was the way of the Sith.
60 full Galactic standard days later, Toxarien stood at the spot of his arrival, just outside of his drop ship. He was a lot leaner, and limping badly on both legs, covered in terrible gashes and wounds from his many battles in the wild jungles. Some had been far more intense than that first battle, and some far less intense. He had been keeping track of the days by cutting a deep cut into the side of his neck at the end of each week. It was not the smartest way of keeping track of time, but Toxarien welcomed the pain and used it to fuel his hatred, and in turn his power, which then led to his many victories over the beast's of the jungle. He had even bent the will of a particularly large, fierce, strong and veteraned acklay to his will, commanding it to transport hi around, to fight and hunt with him, and to do many other tasks. He was ready to continue his training in the ways of the dark side, to show his master that he was not weak, but in fact very strong, and that he could easily destroy the weak. He felt more free than he had ever felt in all his life.
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