The Turning Point

[Roman Ack Terrefe]

-Bosph-
The times of depression had to be over now. Roman, most likely the only Nàrran-Ulki Hybrid, found himself on a strange planet he had never been to before. Strange... he thought as he looked around. It seem to be a really bad planet. It was beautiful, actually. Though yes, his home planet was a lot better. It had crystals and everything all around the place. But the more important question was: why was he there? Why didn't her remember anything. Felt like another Hybrid weakness or something, though he had never had any memory gaps or something.

He wore her typical attire: gray long-sleeved shirt, black skinny jeans, dark boots. So it looked like he had had to come here so suddenly, that he hadn't been able to change his clothes. He kind of cared about his appearance. Normally when he decided to go somewhere, he changed his clothes to something different like... traveling ones.

Not knowing what to do, he just wandered around the place.

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

Sith Grand Hall

A crimson robe lurked in the shadows with echoing boots watching the young boy enter the great arch leading to the grand hall. He sensed loss and confusion in him. If this boy did not intend to come here to this secluded place then it was indeed the work of the Force. Destiny was natural concept for the old dark lord. It bound the universe and life itself whether it be for the light or darkness of existence. There was silence and dust swaying gradually in the air. The figure continued to pace from pillar to pillar studying the boy. A void could be felt as he neared him; a ray of light from high above shone half of a mask concealing his face. A single yellow predatory eye emerged from the single eye socket, locking a menacing gaze on him. Finally, the voice of the ancient Sith echoed the room.

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@[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] | @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] | @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] | @[member="Nox"] | @[member="Myra Subach"] | @[member="Morna Imura"] | @[member="Kale Xeros"] | @[member="Scarface"] | @[member="Marka Sarine"] | @[member="Asariy Vaé"] | @[member="Nero Darkstar"] | @[member="Asariy Vaé"] | @[member="Dalansa"] | @[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Garza]

My time had come. I was on the planet, here in a hall of grandeur and elegance. I was dressed in my Alchemy Armor, With a crimson hood up, and a gunsmith black mask. My right hand was clawed with the Rings that I wore, Each one was made to reflect the other, Even as I followed a clueless boy into the grand hall, The sounds of Sith could be heard echoing in the room. I was not here for tea and crumpets, I was here for the chance of a true life. All my time as a child I had hidden from the Sith. Now I realized, I was born to be one.

The Sith Empire was never for me, being too large and very.... how should I put this, Naive of what I could do. Now it was my time to shine. Staying silent I let the voice echo in my mind.

@[member="Darc Xavior Talus"], @[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"]

 

[Onrai]

Why was Myra here? Business. Plain and simple. She had been contacted on behalf of her company, now more securely in her control considering the halt of many factories in Sith space. Anything that would make her money would definitely be useful, not to mention certainly welcome. This Sith Council could certainly use ships - perhaps they were a place that the ships Circe had purchased from the Empire's surplus yards could go.

"Evening, gentlemen. And ladies, of course."

@Darc Xavior Talus @[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"]

 

[Jarik de Celanon]

A voice echoed ever so softly, tracing the cracks of pillars and the scars of the traumatized world below. It extended and enveloped everything, touching his thoughts and calling him forward. Flesh tensed and relaxed, shifting and creating a form anew. Caution. His lips, nose, ears, and skin fresh and bathing in the light of the world. All new features. Ones he had found inspiration from on his travels here. He did not appear as most would know him. Nor did he appear as few knew him. He was new. Names were taken and discarded by many in this life but he could do a few steps more than them. He discarded it all. The flesh settled, happy with his creation, and he set forwards into the structure. There were already people here. Their steps ringing across the walls, begging to be heard, and so he did. But his target was nothing specific. It was the voice.

The Outsider, a suitable alias, stepped forwards. Blue eyes taking in the halls around him. He had chosen a human appearance again, their species so commonly littered through space that it was the greatest disguise in most cases, and here it would prove suitable. Of course, he did not mean to hide from them. It was the stars above that required such falseness. No voice crept from his lips but he stepped towards the ever expanding group nonetheless. Why, why, why? Why were they here?

 

[Runi Beskar]

Nox stepped out of his ship with caution, maybe after this was the place were his destiny would be set in stone, he had already chose to follow the ways of the Sith, but he wanted more from it, Sith had no need to live up to the stereotypes that had conjured up after hundreds of years being in existence, maybe it would be possible for the Sith not to be the barbarian monsters The Empire had bred before they disbanded.

The world was not that bad, but even Nox as an apprentice could sense the dark side energy radiating off the surface, something was brewing perhaps it was the new Empire that he desperately searched for and if that was the case he would join there ideal, One Sith or not One Sith it didn't matter to him, anywhere the Sith occupied was a home to him. Nox could definitely sense the Dark Side, but why was he there? Nox had never heard or seen the planet before, so why was it that upon chance he would just happen to come across it. Destiny was playing it's game...

@[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"]

 

[Roman Ack Terrefe]

@[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Nox"]

Roman was surprised by the suddenly appeared people. Being still a bit shy because of the depression he had lived through (and which still existed in his heart), he always tried to stay away from masses. Well, now there were masses. Many people were over here for an unknown reason. Maybe others knew why they were here, but Roman definitely didn't. He was so shocked by everything, that nothing could've come out of his mouth.

It meant, that he just looked around and listened to the echoing voice, trying to figure out what it is.

 

[Garza]

I smiled as more people came. Each here for a purpose. Well at least for the most of us. Though why should I really consider the group here of us when really we hardly started anything. If anything was going to be started.

Looking around I saw a few faces of people that I have not met before. Each having potential in the force, or having some sort of reason for being here. As I looked to see a woman call out a welcome. if she was the only "lady" here they why did she say ladies? I have once been called a female before. Though that was when I had my ridiculously long hair. Now with my short hair, I doubt that she could see was my orange eyes through the mask and possibly my white skin where it was not covered on my hands, and neck.

I shook my head and spoke without her in mind. "Voices of the Sith, Tell us of your calling. That we may know what you wish for."

@[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] | @[member="Nox"] | @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] | @[member="Myra Subach"] | @[member="Darth Iscariot"]

 

[Scarface]

Gryphus cocked his head to one side as the constant stream of planetary readouts scrolled across his ship's sensor feed. Interesting - or at least he mused to himself that it was interesting. It was a world like no other, but just days before he received an encrypted holorecording with these coordinates.

"The Eradicator" rested silently on an empty patch of land just a short distance from the rendezvous point. Gry tossed his overcoat over his armored shoulders, the snug leather hugged his frame. As he departed, Gry collected his proper equipment and did not look back.

Gry entered the antechamber with silent modesty, his gaze was cast upon the others in the atrium. They must be here for the same reason he was. Settling into the shadows, he heard a voice erupt from his front. It would behoove him to remain silent, at least until spoken to.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

The past, how vague a word, the woman reflected. It was however, the reason for her being here.

From the confines of inky black robes, deft fingers did curl about the hems of sleeves that fought to swallow her lithe arms. Pale milky fingertips held much contrast to the opposing shade she swathed herself in. What could be seen of Anesia's visage played in the shadows of the hood, fore the rest was left to imagination. A mass of ebon-russet curls could have so easily been mistaken for serpents and her eyes for Hurrikaine crystals of the brightest violet.

The alchemist trailed behind the others, keeping the ever-watchful-eye on the arrivals to the Great Sith Hall. Rather silent footfalls were made on bare feet and her saunter was slow and deliberate. The nature of it was feline, predatory, and certain. There was a certain grace in the way she hunted and the candlelit walkways only acquiesced to her nature.

Though, this was not a hunt most would recognize.

A sense of contentment, she noticed, was upon each brow that passed. Fear. Pride. Confusion. Conviction. It was riddled in the air she drew in, from the breath they gave.

Power.

It built these halls, this structure, with blood and iron tongue. With controlled, calculated precision. Manipulation of the will and mind. Yes, this is what brought the Master back home.

@[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Nox"] @[member="Scarface"]

 

[cloudcerberus@yahoo.com]

I cautiously walked slowly, the darkness in the hall engulfing me. My right hand on my belt, just above the lightsaber, I eyed the room carefully. After leaving The Order, I had forgotten what it had felt like to be in this presence.
The Force.
Although my blade was not yet red, and still his Jedi Blue, I am prepared to fully embrace the Darkside, to open these eyes beyond the foolish, narrow view of the Jedi.
My blue eyes peered out from my black robes, still marching forward into the, into the darkness that awaited me, every step further another door slammed shut in my mind from the light and my former life and friends. I required power, and would go through any length to achieve it.
Sensing all the eyes in the room on me as I continued to march into the hall, I stopped halfway in, and as I took a knee, I activated my lightsaber, holding it infront of my bowed face, as the kings and warriors of old did.
"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."

Standing, I deactivated my blade and looked towards my fellow Sith.

"Greetings everyone, I am Nero."

 

[Scarface]

Gryphus eyed the new woman carefully. Assessing threat was his forte, and no stone would be left unturned. Not now, not with his entire destiny at stake. What an ambiguous word that was, anyway. Another entered the Great Hall, and Gry could sense an unusual amount of fear and uncertainty as if it shrouded him like the very Jedi robes he wore.

This boy was the next to speak, recanting the age old Sith Code which only prompted Gry to scoff. It was a metallic scoff though, certainly not voluminous to his true self. But then he had the audacity to introduce himself. This boy, no older than fifteen, maybe even younger, acted as though those around him actually cared about who he was.

They were all tools here, or at least that was the way Gry saw it. He would not dignify Nero with a response, but his cold emotionless photoreceptors never left the boy thereafter.

 

[cloudcerberus@yahoo.com]

Sensing that I was indeed being watched, I turned my face towards the man that scoffed, a slight grin on my face as I did so. Lowering my hood, I suddenly realized the stunning conclusion that this was a very different place from that of the Jedi Order I had just left.
This place was cold and cynical, the power still raw and untapped in many. The foolishness of those who claim to tapp it only see but a glimpse of the full potential.
I suddenly realized something very important. I had no idea where to stand. All of these beings, magnificent in the ways of the force and the darkside, were easily twice the duelist as myself.
I approached the man who scoffed at me before, leaning on the wall and facing him, I grinned once more as I began to speak.
"Well," I began my hand moving slowly towards my saber incase my mouth got me into trouble, "you seem easy to anger."

 

[Asariy Vaé]

Asariy had stepped silently into the room, hidden in the shadows, merely observing. She had come here on a whim. It was simple as that. She heard there was power in the dark forces. Power was a word that, while she was traveling here, had become a mantra. Power was where she wanted to go in life. She didn't want to lead a life of good morals and ethics. She wanted to be able to crush her enemies. Utterly, and ultimately.

So now she watched, waiting to see the power that would be offered.

@[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @[member="Scarface"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] @[member="Nox"] @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Nero Darkstar"]

 

[Jarik de Celanon]

He smiled. He had seen them few times before but now, for the first time, he saw one. A Jedi. Robes that told a tale of men and women attempting to relate to those they protected through the assumption they were all simple, and thus emulation was the means to make that connection. But people were not simple. Of course, this one was no longer a Jedi, was he? Eyes darted towards the boy. Tracing and outlining each and every point upon him. What did he hope to do here? Cast away obedience of one Order and fixate it upon another in hopes of power being trickled down? Or perhaps he was being too hard on the Jedi.

Lowering his hood, as the boy addressed the stoic and scoff-afflicted man, a generic face revealed to those around for the purpose. But he faced the Jedi boy - Nero as he introduced himself. A name and a face now. Two of the greatest advantages. His face contorted, eyes dimmed, and the flesh bubbled and readjusted. Then his body fluxed and matched the boy's. The only difference their clothing. Something he could not replicate. The echoes told him much, and they were jittery around him. His voice internalized and now able to be copied. "Nero, Nero, Nero. You speak words spoken long ago - words spoken when they meant something. Do you feel the emotion as they did? No, no, of course not," he grinned, the same grin as Nero himself, "lest you are a little birdy of long ago, you recite old words because those you leave did as much too. Discard their influence quickly now. There is no simple guideline to power here, no favour bestowed upon you. Only what is to be taken." His appearance again flashed and it contorted to an ill looking version of Nero, the sickness of the darkside apparent, but the often cited power rested beyond the eyes.

Only for the moment of course. While his scent was even borrowed from Nero, a gift of Jarik's blood, it all fell away. His appearance shifting and resting upon something entirely different once again. So many had arrived and few still were unsure of their purpose. But they would all know soon enough now. His eyes falling to where the voice manifested from. To what called them here.

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@[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @[member="Scarface"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] @[member="Nox"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Nero Darkstar"]

 

[Scarface]

With a sharp exhale, processed by a mechanical vocodor, Gryphus eyed Nero from head to toe. He approached him, stating that he was quick to anger. This was based on what? His gruff demeanor? His appearance? Sure, Gry was adorned in atypical attire which didn't exactly suggest friendliness, but it was with Nero's generalization that he realized perhaps that his own look could be deceiving. How convenient.

Nero came closer than Gry felt comfortable, so in a show of stature, he rolled his shoulders back and prepared to address the boy clad in Jedi robes. Nero's hand inched closer to his hilt, and instinctively, so did Gry's. He caught himself though, as this situation called for tact. At least for now. Before he could utter a response, another spoke. This one called Jarik taunted Nero, and beneath his breath mask, Gry couldn't help but grin. Of course, nobody could see this.

"Ah, the simple ways of the Jedi have blinded you, young man."

He hissed his statement

"Your preconceived notions of wanton aggression in others only proves your ignorance. No, I am not quick to anger, but I am eager to be angered, so kindly step away. You are not worth the muscle spasm it would take to rip you limb from limb."

 

[cloudcerberus@yahoo.com]

When the shapechanger approached me I was stunned. He was me. He spoke to me correcting me on my foolishness of reciting the Sith Code.
"So it would seem its true. Even the Sith have lost their old ways" I began to speak after his form of me had ended "it is for the best... i find that codes interfere with real power." I approached the shap changer walking around him.
"I have never seen one of your kind before..." I muttered as I studied what I could on sight alone as a woman entered.
"Greetings m'lady " I spoke with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

Sith Grand Hall
[Background Music]

His voice ceased with an echoing boot coming forward into view of all that gathered. A shroud of darkness emitted from him as he gazed upon them. A void could be felt where he stood. He stopped at the centre of the grand hall standing tall; his crimson robe and mask fully visible to them. Dust and mist rose and brushed against him, snaking around his figure. The sound of falling gravel from the ceiling could be heard tapping in the distance. The silence was then broken once more with his voice. No longer was there an ancient Sith dialect this time, but a language known by most in the room.

"Enough," he stood motionless plaguing his words into their minds telepathically.

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@Roman Ack Terrefe | @Anesia Jy'Vun | @Jarik de Celanon | @Nox | @Myra Subach | @Morna Imura | @Kale Xeros | @Scarface | @Marka Sarine | @Asariy Vaé | @Nero Darkstar | @Asariy Vaé

 

[Scarface]

"Enough" was a voice from afar. Gry's head snapped to attention.

The Dark Side seemed to swarm to this hulking man. Gry could see it, feel it, nearly taste it. The silence became overwhelming when the Sith ordered it to, nobody dared speak against the man who had presented himself as the dominant presence in the room. Gry simply turned, ignoring the boy who now paced away from him. With that, he slowly lowered his head, nothing more, nothing less. A gesture of respect, if anything.

 

[cloudcerberus@yahoo.com]

I stood in awe before this man. The others may be S ith but this man was a Sith Lord. A master.
Nervously stepping back I listened as his terrifying voice spoke. I found myself unable to speak and I was unsure if it was my terror or trickery on his part.
Continuing to backpedal into the shadows I realized I was still in my Jedi attire and quickly took off the hood and caped robe now standing in the darker jedi clothing I hoped I would be less noticeable to him though my hand still rested on my saber.