The Will of the Dark Side (Closed)

[Sovereign]

The Force, an omnipotent force that binds the galaxy together in perfect unity. The Light Side of the Force, sought by the Jedi Order promises life and hope to all those who seek it. The Dark Side however, it is a tool to be used by those who seek power and domination. Forbidden knowledge of such power had a price, a price Sovereign's soon to be former master paid in full. Such weakness could not be tolerated, he had been taught that the weak should be purged, it was his duty to eliminate Havok and seek out a stronger master one suitable to train him further in the ways of the Sith.

The One Sith, the galactic power that housed the current incarnation of the Sith Order. Sovereign stood inside the Sith Academy in hopes of finding a new master amongst those that had yet to prove themselves to the Order. Sovereign yearned to excel past his limitations with Lord Havok and sought to claim a new destiny one not inhibited by the dying powers of an old man. Sovereign was ready for change. Standing before the statue of Darth Krayt, Sovereign slowly dropped to one knee muttering the Sith Code as he focused on channeling his anger to disperse throughout the halls in order to dignify himself from the undesirables that blended in with the worthy. His hatred would become a beckon to those that sensed him, perhaps this would draw in the attention of a worthy master.


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[Lord Gaius]

Out in the courtyards, Darth Vidar sparred with the acolytes. The Exotic Weapons Master had obtained his title in service to the Silver Jedi Order through patience, training and experience. He wasn't going to sit around and allow his skills to grow dust. He refined himself constantly, honing not only his bladework but his mind, spirit and body. To achieve the greatest possible self he could. Many Sith were too preoccupied with their quest for ultimate power, but sought the quick and easy route. As a former Jedi Master, he knew better.

The time spent as a Jedi taught how to get what he wanted, and the patience to do so. As a Sith Lord, he fuelled such desires with passion. Darth Vidar the Silent was in no way impatient, nor quick to anger, but even he was susceptible to bursts of fury. The Dark Side was ever corrupting.

He swung his pike in a wide arc, acolytes leaping out of danger. They came down upon him with the force of an ocean wave. The pike was forced out of his grip, he turned on them and roared. Taking a Rodian by the waist, raising him high off the ground and slamming his back down. The sound of cracking bones resonated in the air, and a shrill cry of pure agony. The acolytes stood back, uncertain whether to continue their attack. They held fear, Darth Vidar realised. They would not make great Sith. "Lesson over," he declared.

The Sith Pureblood stalked the halls, various weapons adorning his belt and his knuckles bloodied. He felt a wave of hatred wash over him, and not that of his own. Curiosity bested him, and he knew that the responsible creature was nearby. Vidar turned out onto a terrace and glanced to a statue of Darth Krayt, with a man kneeling before it. Darth Vidar stood there, watching. His tree-like arms crossed against his barrel chest. Shoulders as large as cannonballs flexed. The man was rippled with muscles, and made no hint of hiding it.

 

[Sovereign]

All of his teachings led him to this, this betrayal was natural for a Sith. Lord Havok, the uncle and mentor of Sovereign had become a liability, he was no longer useful in continuing Sovereign's training as a Sith. Sovereign had begun to develop his own ideals and personal ambitions, now was the time to free himself from the worthless husk of a teacher and move on to a stronger master, one who could lead him on the promised path to power.

Sovereign remained motionless as the Sith Pureblood appeared before him, he could feel the call of the Dark Side like a gentle hand brushing his face in the direction of the imposing Sith Lord. As his eyes glanced at Darth Vidar the wave of hatred subsided, there was no fear in the eyes of the apprentice as he slowly rose from his kneeled position to a standing one. Sovereign glared at the Sith Lord for a moment, testing the man for weakness, it wasn't long before the apprentice bowed his head out of respect to the pureblood before him.

"Power. I want power."

Slowly the young apprentice removed his white hood revealing his sulfuric eyes. Sovereign idolized the Ancient Sith, his own connection to the race through generations of hybridization surfaced in his high cheekbones and tinted skin pigment. The most notable giveaway of his heritage was his pride however, if it had been any lesser race that came before Sovereign he may not have greeted the Sith Lord so openly, after all he still held the xenophobic views of his ancestors and was vastly disgusted by the wide acceptance of nearly any force sensitive into the academy. Turning his attention back to Darth Vidar, the Sith Apprentice introduced himself.

"I am Sovereign."

 

[Lord Gaius]

Darth Vider studied him, listening carefully as the words oozed out of his mouth, and the anger subsided. He seemed to be weighing him, and weigh him he should not. He kept his gaze on the man, unspeaking but allowing his attention held onto him. He addressed himself, and Vidar was for a moment thankful he did not adopt the title of Darth, for it seemed many an acolyte and knight had adopted such things of late. It was a dishonour and an insult. The Darth title was more than just a symbol of power; it was a claim of supremacy. It was used by those Dark Lords who have sought to enforce their will on the other Masters. It was a challenge — a warning to bow down or be destroyed.

"I am Darth Vidar," he spoke in turn. "Pray tell, what is it you hoped to achieve? To send forth tendrils of vexation through the Academy." The Sith Pureblood unravelled his crossed arms, draping his hands over two of the six hilts that adorned his waist. He had his fair share of weapons. In his former life he recalled others calling him a living, breathing armoury. He didn't protest the name, as a Sith Hunter he welcomed such nicknames. It could inspire fear. The lightsaber was not the mightiest weapon, it was the tongue. Rumours and ill words worked as well as any poison, seeping into the deepest depths of society.

 

[Sovereign]

Sovereign bowed his head once more in honor of the Sith Lord before him, "An honor Lord Vidar." His eyes quickly caught onto the six hilts attached to his waist, the impression given that he was no ordinary Sith Lord.

"I merely opened a beckon to draw one such as yourself to me, I seek a master to take me under their wing in the pursuit of knowledge and power. Unlike many of my brethren... I do not seek power for blind ambition, nor do I believe in self entitlement." Sovereign kept his eyes fixated on the Sith Lord, giving the man his undivided attention. "I let my actions prove my words whether it be through trials or live combat, I rather earn my place and use my knowledge for aspirations rather than blind grabs at power."
The young apprentice attempted to separate himself from the common rodents that ran amok throughout the Sith Academy through his actions leading to this, if need be he would prove himself better in any way shape or form.

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Darth," Vidar corrected him to his appropriate title, "As lethal as you must be to become a lord, a Darth is the embodiment of death. Don't forget that." He allowed him to speak, his attention momentarily focused on a single being. He nodded with some due diligence, commenting, "The irony, that Sovereign looks for his own sovereign, per se." Darth Vidar unraveled his arms and dropped them to either side of his hips, "If you wish a mentor, prove yourself. Fight me, no Force, no weapons. Allow the true animal inside yourself manifest. Best me, and I shall teach you all I know." Darth Vidar may be one of the few Exotic Weapons Masters living, but he knew almost naught in martial arts or wrestling. He was strong, but that was all he had going for him. Nonetheless, it didn't make him an easy target to take down.

 

[Sovereign]

Sovereign nodded as he listened to the words of the Sith Lord before him, "Of course, my apologies Darth Vidar." He continued to listen as the Sith Lord proposed an unarmed duel between the two with no weapons or force abilities allowed, this challenge brought an irresistible sense of excitement to the Sith as he smiled deviously. The male would have his chance to prove himself to the Sith Lord and test himself against the Exotic Weapons Master in hand to hand combat, an honor indeed.

"Very well, I accept."

The apprentice moved to unbuckle his utility belt as he prepared for the duel, tossing the belt to the ground he quickly removed his upper white robe that covered his torso and scars from his brutal training under Lord Havok. The sound that followed this preparation was strangely less than human when the apprentice began his advance on the Sith Lord. A demonic growl filled the air as the apprentice leapt forward in an attempt to take him by surprise, he lunged at the Sith Lord trying to plow him into the floor.

 

[Lord Gaius]

((Short post, this skipped my mind and decided not to waste a second longer in replying. I apologise deeply for the long wait. Next post will be long, and I'll be sure we get fully started into our apprenticeship.))

Darth Vidar took no stance to move aside. He was too used to being slow and powerful, and this body had retracted that. He was now both, but the past had a way of leading his future, even in minuscule moments as thus. Sovereign came pummelling towards him, and when he struck the large Sith Pureblood. Darth Vidar roared. His arms moved as quick as cobra's, attempting to circle around his waist. He buried his head into the shoulder of Soverign and attempted to lift him from the waist. He would raise him, up and over his shoulder, releasing him - if successful. So that Sovereign may plummet headfirst into the permecrete.

 

[Sovereign]

((No biggy man, I understand completely. Thanks for keeping in touch.))

Sovereign had planned to land the first blow yet he was up against a Sith Lord, a Darth at that. Darth Vidar made no attempt to dodge the apprentice as he moved in, as Sovereign gave off a demonic growl, Darth Vidar gave off an equally terrifying roar of power as he buried his head into the shoulder of Sovereign and lifted the man by his waist into the air above his shoulder line with pure strength.

Suspended for a moment mid-air he quickly found himself released from the grasp of Darth Vidar as he plummeted downward, shielding his face and head from any damage he came crashing down onto the floor below. Pain coursed through his arms and legs as he absorbed the blow meant for his head, yet despite this small pain he rose up once again determined to face his challenger head on. Rising up once more the Sith hissed as he rushed in with his fists clenched and fire in his eyes.

Throwing an quick hook with his left hand he attempted to fake out the Sith Lord before proceeding half way to leap upward with a right straight punch aimed at the Sith Lord in an effort to hit Darth Vidar in the jaw.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Darth Vidar slowly turned his body to gaze upon Sovereign as he scrambled to his feet. He knew better than to think him defeated, or even underestimate his abilities. He came forward with a false left hook, he countered. His hand swept and crashed against his wrist, forcing the fake hit to slide away out of harm. The force rippled, and he felt it. It was a deception. He moved to counter the next blow, but the force told him it was too late. He could feel its very presence closing in on him. The collision caused his jaw to snap shut and twist his neck. A sickening gush was heard, though no bone was broken or relatively injured. The movement had pulled a tendon in his neck. A solid hit. Darth Vidar took a step back to reassure his footing, dazed.

[member="Darth Sovereign"]

 

[Sovereign]

While his deception had proved fruitful with a solid hit, the brawl was far from over. Relatively uninjured but caught in a daze the Sith Lord stepped back to regain his footing, an opening in the eyes of Sovereign. Following the movements of Darth Vidar, the apprentice took a gamble in an attempt to capitalize on the situation, interweaving his hands together tightly he swung his arms together in an attempt to land a heavy blow on the softened jaw of his opponent.

Sovereign's attempt to capitalize had left him well within the range of Darth Vidar's grasp, furthermore the leap forward revealed his recklessness in battle but also his ferocity and will to prevail. He was lucky to land a hit on the Sith Lord, he would do everything in his power to keep that edge if he was to come close to passing Darth Vidar's test.

[member="Darth Vidar"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

With his guard down, and his vision blurred he wasn't able to react in time to the incoming attack. The Force had warned him, but his body wasn't complying. He sluggishly arched his back, pulling his neck and head away from the attack but the hit nonetheless struck his chin and jaw tentacles. It sent him reeling, losing both his footing and balance to slam against the ground. In any other scenario, he would have imbued his body with the cosmic energies to keep him fighting, unfazed by such strikes, but this was an honourable fight. Darth Vidar was anything but dishonourable.

He rose from the ground, planting firm feet and hands on the permacrete as he lifted himself back up. His lip was split, crimson blood oozing out. He swiped the back of his hand and flung the blood off him. "Good," he voiced. He didn't expect to win, he was strong and powerful, but he was no martial artist, not at least with his hands and feet. Come to a blade fight, and he would make quick work of even the most powerful Jedi and Sith. Such was he, the Sith Blademaster. "You will learn from me." He turned to face Sovereign. "And you will obey."

In a flash of inhuman speed, his fist unclenched and a lightsaber hilt drew to his hand. The blade ignited with the familiar snap-hiss, but rather than the common crimson blade of many Sith, his was blue. "Kneel."

 

[Sovereign]

The heavy blow found it's mark on the Sith Lord as he lost his footing and fell downwards to the ground below. The Sith apprentice had passed his test, had it been any other situation the Sith Lord would have torn him asunder yet he had proven himself in battle. Prideful of his performance, and ready to start the next step in his training the Sith apprentice watched as the Sith Blademaster rose to his feet, drawing his lightsaber at an inhuman speed. The blue blade pulsated as the Sith Lord issued his command to the Sith apprentice.

"Kneel."

Kneeling down before Darth Vidar, he bowed his head in respect to the powerful Sith Lord, awaiting his newfound master's will to be told.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Darth Vidar lowered his blade on either side of his shoulder. "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 drew back his blade, deactivating the cerulean plasma. "Rise, my apprentice." The words came in a hiss from his forked tongue. "Find my holocron, and my saberstaff. Prove my choice has been the right one."

 

[Sovereign]

Sovereign remained kneeled before the Sith Lord as he moved his blue-tinted blade across each shoulder quoting the Sith Code as he did so. The words flowed through the ears of Sovereign like a soothing river, he had the words drilled into his head after countless teachings and for the first time since his initiation into the Sith he felt they were worth something... had meaning.

"Rise my apprentice."

He rose to his feet as his new master beckoned him, Darth Vidar had a task for his new apprentice one that would prove his worth. "It will be done. Where do I begin my search master?"

 

[Lord Gaius]

"You will begin with the one named Corvus," Darth Vidar spoke. He didn't know her well, or the others for that matter. He still had a strong connection to his holocron, irregardless of his transformation. It was a tight bond, for his very nature had been imbued into the crystalline lattice, and a connected was wrought. When it was activated, he had suddenly felt a shift in the Force. He could feel the three Jedi; Ricardt, Tugoro and Corvus. Corvus most of all. He didn't know who she was, but she was Jedi, and a Padawan nonetheless."Find the Jedi, kill her and bring me back my holocron."

 

[Sovereign]

The command of his new master came with a thrilling objective, at last he would hunt down the fabled rivals of the Sith Order. Sovereign smiled and lowered his head as he was tasked with the retrieval of Darth Vidar's holocron and subsequent execution of the Jedi who held what was rightfully his.

"I will do as you command my master, where do I begin my search? I will leave immediately with your permission."

The time had come for the apprentice to test his accumulated skills from his prior training from Lord Havok, it was time to prove the Sith Lord had made the right choice.

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Go to the Axum System in the Azure Sector of the Core Worlds, there you will travel to Anaxes and infiltrate the Republic capital. I will not deliver your target on a silver platter. Do your research, use the tools you can get your hands on, and if you cannot kill the Jedi, bring her to me alive."

Darth Vidar took his leave of Sovereign, turning his back on him as he retreated back into the Temple.

"Do not disappoint me, Sovereign."

//Exit Thread//​

 

[Sovereign]

Sovereign nodded as he listened to Darth Vidar's response, it was true.. he would not be handed the holocron on a silver platter and did not expect such. He had to earn his place and prove his master made the right decision, with this newfound freedom to utilize his own tools in place of the tools his former master held was invigorating. He was to direct his own way to the goal instead of be directed, he was to kill an enemy worth his attention not a mongrel.... fate had blessed him indeed.

It was time to bring the wrath of Darth Vidar to Anaxes and to the Jedi known as Corvus. Turning to make his leave the apprentice left the temple grounds on route to the Emperor's Wrath.