There is no Peace

[Xilo Gale]

Sitting in one of the bars in the Coruscant Undercity I rested my head on the cool bar as the Zabrak poured me another drink. "You sure you haven't had enough?" The Zabrak asked while passing the shot glass to me.

"I'll say when I've had enough." I grumbled reaching into my pocket and throwing a few more credits onto the bar. Sitting up I looked through the curtain my white hair now provided. Three months. It had been three months since I had met the mysterious Darth Arya, and she taught me how to restrain the beast that lived inside me.

"How dare he question us!? Us who give him the credits he needs to live! Release me! Let me show him the error of his ways!"

I am the one in control! You will obey me! I shot back at the voice. It had began making itself known once again slowly pushing me to my old self. Back to the ways of murder and torture. The days when I killed just for the hell of it. When I drank the blood of my enemies to quench my thirst and satisfy my urges.

"Look at you! The perfect domesticated Nexu! Look what that women did to us! We haven't left this bar in days! Yet we have the money to own any home we want on this planet! You fool!"

ENOUGH! Reaching down I snatched up the glass of liquor and drained it before slamming the glass back onto the table. The slow burn as the alcohol descended through my throat calmed me and silenced the voice. At least temporarily. It was the only way I could repress it and the urges. Even now I still see the blood on my hands. No my whole body. No matter how much I washed myself, no matter how much I drank I couldn't escape the bloody path I had created.

"I'm back." The voice said as it crept back into my head. The liquor no longer worked on repressing and silencing it. No matter what I did it came back. Neither spice nor Marcun Herb helped either. I created this monster and it was my burden to bear. Grasping my head I tried to shove it back deep into the recesses of my mind.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

The Sith were not often to come down to undercity for anything other than business. Any would be lucky to see one and not be killed for just the thought of looking at one. They tended to fear the actual sith down here, the knights and masters who could kill them on a whim and not even blink. That was what they held down here. Power of fear. A dark robes figure, feminine in shape, seemed to glide into the bar. Many knew who this was and were scared by the presence. She been here before, a lot more recently in the last few days. One time a man had made the wrong move of trying to flirt with her and pulling at her hood. There was but a second of a scream before what was left of him was cut down and lying on the floor. Slowly the figure came to the bar itself and sat down, almost barley making any noise but the tap of her heels against the floor. The barkeep, knowing what she wanted, had a glass already set for her by the time she sat down. Her blue steel eyes only looked down at the drink before glancing at him, an indication to go away and leave her be. After that she only sipped at her drink little by little.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Tossing more credits onto the bar I took the whole bottle from the man and began drinking straight from it. The burning didn't stop me as gulp after gulp I began to drain the bottle. I needed the voice gone yet it stayed there tormenting me. "Yes that's it keep drinking! Drink till your hearts content. You'll never rid yourself of me, you should know that by now. No matter how much you drink, smoke or shoot yourself up with spice I'll still be here waiting for my chance." Chuckling at the threat I simply leaned back and stared at the ceiling. The sound of the door opening drew my attention to a figure in a dark cloak strolling into the bar. I knew what it was before I even felt the power of the Force rolling off of it. A Sith had arrived.

What is it this time!? Are they going to drag me back to battle? Didn't I do enough on Manaan?

I watched the cloaked figure approach the bar and sit down with the grace of a lady. The feminine shape was what truly gave it away. "Arya?" I whispered beneath my voice as I eyed the figure. I knew it was to good to be true but I still had to hope that it was her. No not her, but someone. No anyone who could help me. Closing my eyes and opening myself back to the force it flowed into me every ounce of my skin set alight by the darkside as it flowed into me. Every pore felt as though flames would soon spurt out, but that was the way of the darkside. Reaching out to the women with the force I let my presence prod at her before retreating back to myself and taking another drink from the bottle. She was not Arya, but she was a Sith. One well trained. One that could help me set things back in order. How would she react to another force sensitive prodding her?

"Yes! A sith! A true challenge for us!"

Continuing my experiment I reached out in the force again poking at the women's presence.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Raven had sipped a little more before feeling something off. A force probing. It was close. Ah. The one down at the other end of the bar. She'd sensed hi when she entered. A trainee. And one who apparently wasn't properly finished with his studies, or he'd known not to do that sort of thing to a knight-ranked superior. When she turned her blue eyes were the only thing looking at him fro the dark veil of the hood. They weren't the only ones, however, as two red ones seemed to sprout from her forehead and glare at him. That little stunt she pulled was a warning before turning away and sipping her drink. Now it was a matter of seeing what [member="Xilo Gale"] would do next.

 

[Xilo Gale]

"Ohhh! That was interesting." The voice said after the show the women had put on for us. Me on the other hand I simply smiled. Such a thing could not cause fear, but I was right. This was indeed a Sith. For once I agree with you. How about we go say hello to our superior? Standing up from my seat I had to be sure to catch myself almost loosing my balance. My legs were week, and my arms were thinner then usual. A diet of alcohol was not enough to sustain one man. Stumbling to her I took a seat next to the women before sitting my bottle of liquor before me.

"That was a neat trick there... Sith lady whats her face. Think you could show me a few more?" I was blatantly testing my luck with the women. The first time I had met Arya I had delivered her messengers head to her. Oh the sweet screams that were heard as I tortured the man to find out how people knew about me. How I snapped each of his fingers before slowly cutting out his intestines.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Raven did not move or say a word this time. She only continued to sit there and sip her drink, keeping her face hidden away from him. It was clear he was in a mood to talk while she wasn't. Perhaps this was just a game to her. Maybe she was just trying to play coy or give him the silent treatment to see what he would do. Would he give or or persist? It was hard to say if she was actually banking on that sort of reaction from him or not. They would both see, depending on his next reaction to her.

(She's just playing 'hard to get at' lol)

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

"I think you got shot down mate. How about you give me a chance?"

For once I agreed with myself, the old me... The real me would be better to deal with a Sith. It was the only way to get a reaction out of them anyway. Fine, go on and have your fun. Slipping into my true self and releasing the monster I embraced it. "Aw what type of drink is that?! Is it good?! Fruity?" I exclaimed as I took the drink from the women's grasps and drank it. Not even taking the time to taste it I let it slide down my throat before offering up my own bottle of liquor. "You need a real drink like this don't you think? Hmm?! Something to quench your thirst. Maybe then you wouldn't be so prude." I said insulting the women. For once me and my mind were one once again. The true me was back and in action.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Still no words. The Sith finished her drink and stood, making for the side exit. She only stopped and motioned for [member="Xilo Gale"] to come with her into the alley nearby. She'd closed the door behind her so that when Xilo would come out there would be no sign of her. Only a dark alley with the only real light coming from either side out, the rest came from above with the light from upper Courascant seeping through. But there was more up there than light. Crows. Dozen and dozens of crows. They were unnatural to look at. The all looked down towards Xilo while fluttering their wings or cleaning their feathers. But pure red eyes, the same as the ones that had looked at them through the darkness of the Sith's hood, all gazed down at him.

Suddenly they all spoke at once, some following others like an echo, as a woman's voice coming from their beaks asked "Who are you, whelp?"

 

[Xilo Gale]

Following the summons I was threw caution to the wind. There was no need to worry for my life. I had faced worse circumstances in my childhood then what most could ever hope to do to me. Walking out the bar I was greeted by a fair bit of darkness and a flock of ravens staring down at me. The red eyes were obvious, but I shrugged it off. "Whelp? I'm not to sure that's my name. If so can I call you prude?" I shot at the ravens.

"Careful. This is a Sith." The voice warned, and I heeded it. With us being in a small alley and the distance between each ends being to great for me to cross in my current condition I knew I wouldn't make it before the women, or ravens. Whichever descended upon me. At least we're not getting our head slammed into the pavement. I added in before focusing back on the ravens. "My name is Xilo... Xilo Gale, Billionare... Local playboy. Whatever you want to call me. Now how about you show me the real monster behind that thing you call a mask.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

"Confidence. Some would call it a good trait. I call it foolish!" the crows continued to speak. "You act as though you know what power is. That you know what you can do to control it. You've no idea. You've barley stepped into the true world of the dark side, and yet you think to speak to me like that!?!"

The crows all suddenly took flight and began to swirl around [member="Xilo Gale"] like a tornado. They cawed and squawked and flapped around while the wind seemed to pick up. When everything finally ended the crows were gone and standing in front of Xilo was the hooded woman again. She was so close she could touch him, making it a little eerie to think what Xilo had seen may have just been in his head the whole time. It was a sith power, to be sure, but one Raven was careful to use when against others.

Her blue eyes looked at him again as she asked "Do you think you have what it takes...to be a real monster?"

 

[Xilo Gale]

Yeah I got the reaction I was hoping for. The women obviously agitated or aggravated at me hopped into action. So as the ravens descended upon me I spread my arms letting myself be encircled by them. The wind brushed the hair out of my face and for the first time in a long time I felt alive. Here before me stood someone who could possibly strike me down in a single blow yet it was the most alive I have ever felt. As the crows dispersed the women showed herself to me still in her dark robes. Hiding herself. Not a ounce of fear filled me as I stared at the women, but the excitement she caused could barely be contained. I felt that long lost sadistic smile spread across my face and I craved the taste of blood. "Are you sure you don't think confidence is foolish because you can't stand those who don't fear you? Because you want power over those you think below you? You are above me in rank and training yes, but that does not mean I will bow nor cater to you."

Determined to prove myself, to show that I was in control I took another step towards the women closing the distance. "I've been a monster for years. Do you have what it takes to tame one, or is all that power just for show and tell?" I whispered leaning in close to her and reaching out to yank her hood back with my right hand.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

As he continued to act all pompous and high and mighty Raven only scowled under her cloak. He acted thought himself, but only because someone had yet to put him in place. As his hand came up her hand quickly grabbed it by the wrist and twisted it to a painful position. After that she began to use her cryokensis on it, slowly freezing his hand. Not enough to cause permanent damage but enough to where he wouldn't feel right for a while.

Holding it while still keeping it cold she said "You have a smart mouth to go along with that brain. You'll need it. Though if you want me to train you so badly you've got to learn to accept that there's always someone better than you. Someone with enough power to put you in your place. May or may not be me, but until the day comes where you can best me, it IS me. Understood?"

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

The arctic chill bit into my arm, so cold that it burned. Like every pore on my arm had been frozen. It felt... Magnificent. Giggling at the pain that the Sith gave me I tried to move my arm realizing it wasn't acting the way I wanted. At least I had another. "I don't think you heard me. I never said that you weren't better then me. I just said I would not bow nor cater to you. There is a difference. There are plenty better then me. That can kill me. That can try to strike fear into me. But I won't let them. I spent four years beneath that type of treatment. So I do see you as my better but I will not bow. If you feel like it you can break off that arm. If not can you release it?" She was my better, and I had been a fool to let my guard down but this was life. I would give no quarter. I would not bow, not become reliant on her. She was like any other sith, one to not be trusted and use me for her own goals.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

"This arm, along with the rest of you, belong to me now." she said, finally letting go after throwing him to the ground. "I'm going to make you into something better than what you are. And hopefully something with a little more respect then that." Standing above him now she made it clear "You want me to teach you then you best learn to respect. You may start by calling me Master." She finally pulled her hood down, revealing her long dark hair and her face. "Satisfied now?"

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Falling to the ground I felt my bottom hit the hard ground beneath me but it was still funny. She thought she owned me? Me of all people. Standing and dusting myself off with my left arm I reached down to my belt and unclipped one of my lightsabers and pressed the activation stud. "If you want the arm so bad you can have it." The signature snap hiss of the weapon activating filled the alley as a blue saber extended from the hilt. Pointing the blue saber in her direction I held out my right arm and brought the saber down across it. The feeling as the weapon burnt straight through the synth flesh was agonizing for only a second or two before it retreated.

Smiling at the women I let the limb hit the ground between us before putting my saber away. Inside the electronics could be seen as sparks emmited from the lost prosthetic. Finally I was able to see the women who wanted me to call her master. The dark hair and white skin a complete counter to my own obsidian skin and white hair. I towered over the women, and she didn't look that much older then me. "How about we settle for a real name? Master just doesn't roll across my tongue that well... Though I have seen better in looks."

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Raven was surprise to see him willing to cut off his own arm. She watched the frozen piece of flesh fall off and hit the ground near her feet. A prosthetic. This man was truly broken. Great. Just what she needed, a suicidal idiot. She looked back up to [member="Xilo Gale"] with a less then bemused look as he asked for her name. "Raven." was the only word she said.

 

[Xilo Gale]

The display hadn't gotten the reaction I was hoping for, but it was good enough. Did this women finally understand or was this just a temporary understanding? "Well then its a pleasure to meet you Darth? Raven." Reaching out with my right arm I remembered that I had just cut off that arm. Smiling I pulled the stump back and offered my left hand instead. Alright back into the cage with you. I think our point has been made.

"No. No! NOO!" The voice yelled as I closed my eyes and taking a deep breath. Imagining a cage I threw the unsavory parts of me... The true me back into the cage. He would be needed later. "So how about we go back inside and enjoy a drink? Or maybe go get this fixed?" I asked swinging around my stump.

[member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Darth Raven could sense something very off about this one. The darkside was in flux within him. Usually either a bad sign or a good sign. Looking down at the destroyed arm it was a pretty good guess which. Even after he asked if they would go back inside or leave she only turned and began to walk away, an indication of her answer. She would take him back to the Sith temple where they'd fix him up with a new arm and all, but after that she intended to put him through the same vigorous training she endured. This was going to be an interesting turn of events.

[member="Xilo Gale"]