Jericho
Tenebris In Lucem
Silver Jedi Territory
2 weeks prior
Jericho sluggishly walked over to his bed and flopped in it. Shrugging off the top half of his jacket and tossing it carelessly onto a chair. He laid down in his bed relaxing for a moment. He sluggishly sat up and moved his feet to the side of the bed. Once they were firmly planted on the ground. He walked to his cabinet, grabbed himself a sake bottle, and poured himself a cup. Jericho took a deep breath of relaxation and enjoyed his drink, while he looked outside.He placed the bottle in the cabinet. Suddenly his mind drifted in and out of thought, his fingers still curled around the small cup of sake. His mind and body were at peace, while other matters loomed just beyond his door...Shima, an old wise monk, a friend and advisor of Jericho. They exchanged bows and shared drink until a topic that has been on Jericho mind came to grasp.
"Master Jericho...A-Are sure you wish to do such a thing?! Why would you openly want to that." Asked Shima. The monks words fill with concern for his young friend. Jericho sighed lightly as he tapped his cup before taking a drink of the sake. "Going to Korriban? I know little about the connection to the force but I have read stories about that planet. It is filled with the dark side. There will be a chance you fall and change!" Shima shouted in protest. In retort the warrior took another drink and rested his head on the palm of his hand looking outside, for a moment he kept silent before speaking his mind again."There is a high change despite my philosphy on the force." He said placing down his cup. "I don't see light nor dark just life and eventual death and becoming one with the force." He used a finger to circle around the top of the cup as he pondered the thought. A part of him was afraid, not of death but of what he could become, every thing he did, every thing he fought for would be for nothing. A lie, If he were to fall to the dark side. A part of knew if he continued to doubt it would be a lie to show such conviction to the light but unwilling to test his mental strength. A part of him was excited to face another challenge and seek more knowledge.
With his mind set on doing thing, Shima knew there was nothing he could do to convince Jericho to change his course. So after a parting of wisdom and words they cheers their drinks and parted ways. A few days after that, Jericho rode off from the monastery, towards the any darkside planet to search the tombs and study. Jericho rode quickly towards the tomb, knowing the geography of the region very well after extensive study. He rode for a few hours, taking the long away around any civilization that he came across. Jericho did not want anyone to know that he even existed. The warrior was completely focused on the task at hand. Whenever Jericho gave himself a mission or given a mission, he put all of his focus onto that one thing.
Korriban
After riding for a few hours, he finally reached his destination. The warrior checked himself for a moment, he patted his armored and made sure it was secure. He checked his bag of grenades and made everything was in order, he patted his hips for all four of his sabers and ensure that they stayed clipped on his belt. He adjusted his masked that only covered from his nose down so it would help maintain his breathing also filtering out any possible toxins in the area. He walked to a mountain that was to the right of a ancient sith tomb, giving himself an overlooking view of the tomb. He sat there for an hour or so, taking everything that he saw in. He saw a camp, very fortified. The camp was surrounded with high wooden walls, each corner holding a small tower with room for snipers to shoot at anyone attempting to take overwhelm them. He looked at the soldiers intensely analyzing their equipment from a distance with his eyesight enhanced with the force. They were a mix force of knights and non-force users most likely bandits or mercenaries of the like.
Palisades scattered the front of the camp, where the invading force would attack. Jericho was surprised that they left at least this mountain without troops. And he would use this to his advantage. Jericho said out loud to himself what he saw, just to help him remember, to keep it fresh in his mind. And troops littered the camp, inside and outside the walls. Quickly counting, and going over them again, Jericho counted around 500 men down there. Not a number that would want to take on alone but this was around the number Jericho expected for a raid on the sith tomb filled with all kinds of monsters and traps, He made his way into the camp when his stealth objective was successful he, when he heard voices coming from his right. He quickly ran behind a large rock, and listened closely, to try to figure out just how many people were coming, so he would have to deal with all of them before one could yell out.
Jericho took a deep breath and listened to the footsteps. Three people were walking towards him, their footsteps weren't too loud, so they were wearing light armor. He took a quick look, immediately putting his head back behind cover, They were walking in a horizontal line. With a sigh, Jericho put a hand onto his saber and waited. The soldiers got closer and closer, until they were right on top of him. They crossed right by him, that is when he decided to strike. He sprinted forward, pulling his saber out, slicing immediately, cutting the head of the closest guard clean off. Not stopping, he used his sheath and poked the second soldier right in the adams apple, hard, making him unable to speak. Jericho spun around the second soldier, to bring himself to the soldier farthest away from him. Right as the guard was about to call out, he plunged his sword upwards right into the neck up into the skull of the guard. Jericho pulled his sword out, letting the guard collapse onto the ground, and with one sword swing behind him, he cut the throat of the last remaining guard. With those fluent movements, the black light of his saber retracted and disappeared.
After hiding the bodies of the patrol, a loud explosion came from the entrance of the tomb. The sounds of snarling monsters followed the echo of the explosions. Keeping a distance once more, he watch as the entrance of the tomb was spewing out all kinds of sithspawn and creatures trapped dominant for so long. It seemed the tomb of an anicent sith and the power within it kept the creatures calm but the moment the barrier and the wall came down. The beasts within flooded out of the tomb in force ready to take down everything in their wake. Then a battle commence between the scavengers and the sith spawn. Jericho pulled two of his sabers on single bladed the other double, their purple and orange light shined as they sounded for battle. Jericho took in a deep breathe and prepped himself before enhancing his speed and strength with the force and rushing into the fray.
Present
Sounds of battle echoed as the passed few days the band of scavangers continued to battle with the sith spawn. Jericho had made his appearance for a moment on the first day charging through and making way into the tomb; the scavengers didn't complain for his brief assistance. Now deep into the tomb, Jericho made his way through countless traps and monsterous foes just to get his hands on a sith holocron filled with information he needed. But after days of fighting the tomb was filled withe monsters impaled by ice, drowned by water, burned by fire and crushed with earth. He used everything in his arsenal, to get deep within tomb, but finally, his momentum was finally stopped and he made a defensive position in the within the tomb right outside where he believe the holocron of an anicent sith would be.
Jericho panted heavily, blood dripped from his fore head, the glow of his orange saber radiated from his right hand and fire from his hand. His armor was broken and had holes in them but were covered by stone that he shaped. The earth around him was scorched; a wall of flames circled around him in defense so he could finally be able to breathe. He placed a palm down onto the ground and his fingers dug into the ground. The sith spawn pursuit was relentless, raiding his defensive position in the night, raiding in the morning leaving the warrior very little sleep. But as the sith spawn would find, he was no easy prey to be taken down and turned or eaten. He took a deep breath in then a long exhale out. The sounds of growls and snarl echoed from the darkness the monsters were approaching once more. Jericho clenched the fist that was only the ground tightly.
With the movement he shaped from the outer wall of fire, the earth rose around the wall shaping into large spikes making a defensive perimeter. Sith spawn that charge in met a painful but swift end causing some to fall bad, this bought him a moments rest. He checked into his bag of grenades and sighed as he saw there were none left. The warrior sat up and took a breath and then checked for his remain supplies of food and meds. He took a piece of bread and ate it then pulled out gauze and wrapped his head to stop the bleeding. Realizing [member="Breanna Volsh"] has been sending him transmissions, it would be okay for him to send one back to her. He opened his comm-link to send out a long distance message to her. The sounds of the monsters echoed in the back ground.
"Breanna." He started off. "I'll head to Nar Shardda soon."
Before he could finish his transmission a large and powerful sith spawn broke through the his defense and Jericho immediately reacted. He rotates his saber; locked in an engagement with the monster, it's skin light saber resistant. He couldn't deny he was tired, and full of hatred; but he persisted. It was important that he kept fighting and kept fighting hard, he had to prove to himself he was stronger than such darkness and would not allow it to overwhelm him. He raised his free hand summoned the force around the legs of the powerful beast with the the clench of his fist crushed the leg in and tore it clean off as though it made of basic droid components. The monster screamed with pain But Jericho quickly silenced it piercing the top of it's mouth with his saber it fell from losing it's leg. Using force strength he picked up the body of the beast and made it flop over to the side. When he stood he let out a equally monsterous roar amplified with the force sending some of the sith spawn flying backward. With that he again made his charge.
His combat was tested, the enemies jousted towards him he pirouetted and riposted their bladed teeth and claws; ducking and rolling across the floor narrowing rolling again to avoid a monsters claw planting in the ground next to him. So close, that even time seemed to slow down, a wound on his cheek opened from the last attack a drip of his blood dropped on to the darkened claw making him fall back to the ground the place he was beginning to intimately know. Something within him stirred.. these thing were really testing him? This wasn't like Jericho; his temper rose and with it, so did his body heat. His eyes shifted from a silent hazel to a darker amber, he felt more of the darkside flow within him.
He retracted his light saber for a moment and stood tall while clenching his fist as tightly as possible.
"Arrgh.."
He roared, flipping up using his abdominal muscles to his feet; another beast came towards him - he gripped it with his spare hands, placing his strongest foot upon it pulling the beast down towards the ground before cracking ground with it's head. He picked up the beast and threw it then shaped the earth around him creating a thicker armor then making spikes appear from his fists. He then made the passage to the tomb even more narrow then it already was. With two towering cliffs on both sides causing many to fall to their doom - but alas no matter how many of the enemy he had slain they kept filtering through. He growled driving the spear-like arm into one of their chests, ripping it out and into the throat of another.
He coiled his hand around the earthen spear-arm forcing it out of one of the beasts throat which leaked a violent red. The spear tip now colored crimson was tempered as Jericho narrowed his eyes; in the distance he watched some of the sith spawn began to make a shift retreat.. He smirked - the man who had appeared to be struggling alone raised upon, brushing himself off and laughing. The earth crumbled from his arms as he pulled out his saber and extending his dual-blade outwards. "How...PATHETIC!" He said in a low voice before letting a force scream radiating fear around him he followed that move with the beast on the floor who had been drowning in its own blood from his throat; Jericho stomped on it's face - diminishing any of the pathetic gargling sounds from below. The remain beast let out a roar before running back into the depths of the tomb.
Jericho felt the power of the darkside, he looked out one his hand and saw it trembling unlike any other time he has seen. He could feel the darkside and just how enticing it really was. But the warrior wasn't so blind, the force was alive and flowed in either way the the user chose, the galaxy was filled with all kinds people that had the force within them both dark and light. He would be like the galaxy and allow the balance of light and dark flow within him, not allowing one become stronger than the other. It was his choice on how he would use this balance, it was his conviction. He never completely believed in the light as there was always darkness as he believed there was no true evil, as there was once good, despite what he has faced. The warrior took in a deep breath and entered the tomb for the holocron...
(This is will an on going adventure, anyone one can join and help shape this story.)
