Why should I? (Joining a faction)

[SwiftGlitch]

((IC Why should I join your faction, huh? If this is the wrong type of prefix I do apologize, please let me know and also I'm only on my phone since I don't own a laptop/computer so my RPing might be short compared to people who do.))

The lone Chistori entered one of the many Cantinas on his homeworld Tatooine. The planet was an awful place to grow up on or to even visit for that matter, low life's from near and far came to the planet to try and sell stolen and/or cheap manufactured items for little credits they could get from the local stalls and vendors. This could be said at each SpacePort ranging from Mos Eisley to Mos Zabu.
The reptilian was hanging Mos Espu after leaving his old faction due to personal differences with the way he handled his Force. After hearing from a source that only the baddest of the badass only come to this certain Cantina, he hoped that he could find a place called home.

As the lizard entered the premises he was instantly hit with the strong smell of Ale. That sweet, intoxicating ale, Darryl inspected the area, there were a lot of people in here, some quietly sippit their drinks whilst others were screaming and being reckless, and as usual that one band who only know how to play the 'cantina song'. Darryl pulled back his hood and let his mix of purple and browned skin show.
Slowly he headed towards the bar area and took a seat on a black leathered bar stool which to be honest has seen better days, as he sat he waved the bartender over and order an ale. In no time at all he got his drink and handed over the credits.

"I wonder if I will join a faction tonight."

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="Darryl S'cayem"]

Factions, establishments of greed and filth. People binding together to share their pointless and fleeting lives as if it will make any difference within the grand scheme of things. To the shade such petty things mattered not, there were more pressing things at hand and what was important was to find someone to pull into the power that was the darkside. It looked for someone with purpose, someone who would be of use to him his master. And then it sensed something, it sensed a darker presence walk through the door. A odd reptilian creature hung in the bar soaking up the sweet scent of various pipe smoke and ale. It was a fair smell to get used to but it would pass soon for any newcomers into the establishment.

Basking in the moonlight of an open window a tall shade drenched in black robes and moonlight stared at the young alien. Yes, he would fine. It was strange really, no one stared at the shade, everyone's attention was diverted away from the massive figure with the broadsword at it's hip. A veil was cast around the shade, seemless and haunting it stared out at the man who drank. Lifting it's hand in the air the shade curled it's finger at the man at the bar and asked him to come to him. "Come hither son of darkness." Was a it muttered to the young man at the bar before keeping it's composer in the corner of the establishment

 

[SwiftGlitch]

[member="He who walks behind"]

The Chistori shook his head and snarled at the customer next to him, which in turn scared the human out of the Cantina without paying for his drink, he looked over and noticed the bartender looking at him with a puzzled look. Darryl noticed the man had quite a few wrinkles on him.
'What the hell was that, that's never happened to me before... Did I just sense something?' Darryl wondered to himself.
He turn on his uncomfortable leather bar chair and scanned across the room for anything suspicious but it just seemed like a normal night in the cantina. Drunks dancing around whilst spilling their ale on the floor, the unfriendly quiet ones who are most likely planning a big adventure or a murder and possible thieves in robes. Even though he couldn't really see any asking oddly, something on the back of his spine itched at him that something was up.

"Isn't this meant to be the place where everyone comes to for a drink and a fight?" He asked the bartender as his turned back towards the bar. "Looks like I can smash the faces of most of the people in this room, its pathetic if you ask me."
Knowing all to well the bartender wouldn't be talking to him after scaring one of the customers Darryl continued as if he did.
"I'm sure I can get him, him, and him, whatever the hell that is, I'm sure I can take it down it and even that flying long nose ugly thing." He stated.

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="Darryl S'cayem"]

It seemed the creature was of a more brute nature, savage and unsophisticated. Lacking in brains but more than making up for it in brawn and ferocity. Such creatures, like dogs had their uses as well. The shade soaked in the character of the man and figured out what type of person he truly was. He more than likely was not one to be swayed and tempted with knowledge and power of the force. It seemed credits was perhaps not the name of this gentleman's game either. His loyalty perhaps had to be earned through combat and violence. Never the less men like him were crucial to the plots of his father.

This was going to hurt.

Dropping his veil of the force the shade dropped to the ground from his four inch glide above the floor and with a thump made contact with iron boots upon it's feet. "If thou think yourself so brave and strong, perhaps a test beith in order." The music of the cantina had all but died out as what looked like a wannabe Sith Lord dropped out of his veil and began to march forward to the man at the bar. Stepping in his way a member of the bar's security tried to move in the way of the stalking shade. With a fierce jerk of his hand to the left and a word of power "Malicrux." The shade spoke and the man's neck twisted in almost a cartoonish three hundred and sixty degree radius before his body was flung to the right crashing into the bar. The shade clearly did not understand the rules of bar fights nor how drinks and friendly fighting worked. "Prepare thine self!" It hissed loudly

 

[SwiftGlitch]

[member="He who walks behind"]

The Chistori watched as the rougue figure chanted some random word, his eyes widened as an unlucky character head twist around in the most gruesome of ways then just in a matter of seconds, flung and crashed into the bar with such force that it would of killed him instantly.The while Cantina fell silent, they all stared at the horror that just happened, a few started to run and hide behind furniture in hopes that this freak of nature doesn't do the same kind of damage to them. The figure himself looked like something out of human children nightmares, its smell was one of the darkness that stained the Chistori nostrils, it spoke in an odd way that somewhat confused the Chistori, due to the fact he has never met someone who spoke so creepily.

Darryl growled at the figure knowing that it wanted something, it also pissed him off that he couldn't tell its gender, but if it a woman it wouldn't be the first one he has sent one to their deathbed. This person or thing seemed a lot tougher than any of the whimps that were now cowering.
'There no way I'm going to get near that thing with whatever the hell power that is, my saber techniques won't have any effects unless' Darryl finished his trail of thought and smirked slyly.
"Are you looking for a fight, beast?" He snarled, making sure his teeth showed.

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="Darryl S'cayem"]

The man wasn't met back with a whitty retort of looking for a fight. Only silence wavered over the shade followed by a sound that would send sheer terror through the hearts of mortal men. A long drawn out noise of a very long blade leaving a scabbard. From it's hip the shade had a long broadsword at it's side and swiftly brought it out to face the warrior in front of him. Leveling the blade above it's head the shade arched it's arm back behind it turning to its side so the blade looked as if it were the tail of a scorpion poised to strike down and kill the person in front of it. Feeling the energy around it of the planet breathing in and out, the shade harnessed the cosmic energy around it and said one simple word. "Ventas."

And in a high pitched scream the shade exploded forth robes twirling and rolling all about as the force carried it forward in a nose dive to the Chistori. Coming out of the torpedo like dive the shade closed the distance with his foe bringing up the blade above it's own head. The moonlight barely glinted off the sword, it's completion dull and almost looking rusted. The scream it had let out before it charged had just about died down and as things began to clear it could be seen that the blade that it had pulled out was coming straight down. Aimed right towards the neck and shoulder of it's opponent. He needed to be shown that there was a greater thing in the works besides the dying factions of mortals

 

[SwiftGlitch]

'What the hell is this freak, his power is overwhelming, I have never seen such power before, this power is supreme.'
Darryl stared at the shade as he withdrew his blade, a blade just as nightmarish as the figure was which by all rights was just an absolute horror in its self. He continued to watch as the figure did some swift swords play and leveling it at the Chistori head and then just as a second flicked by on the clock hanging aimlessly on the walsouse did another maneuver in which the sword mimicked a scorpion.
'This thing is crazy, what the hell is' his thought was suddenly cut short by a single word.
Suddenly blackness shot around him, he quickly looked around him wondering what was going on now, growls could be heard coming from the Chistori mouth as confusion got the better of him, high pitch screams threw him slightly off balance as he stumbled back a few centimeters.

After a few seconds of being disoriented the screams became nothing but a distant memory and his foe had use the time wisely to set up an attack that could kill anybody. His horrific sword balanced over his head like a weightless feather and just as scissors cut through paper, he swung the sword down, Darryl roared and grabbed his saber from his belt, flicked the button and the red beam shot out, he had hoped that the saber fighting style of Makashi that his old ally taught him many years ago would help.
A flick of the wrist his leveled hos saber above his head, hoping that would at least spare his life a little longer.

"What are you?" He yelled over the screams of everyone else.

 

[SwiftGlitch]

[member="He who walks behind"]

 

[He who walks behind]

The blades colided in a frenzy of sparks and friction, the shades covered and blackened void staring into the eyes of it's opponent. It's blade, whatever it was it had to be some sort of sith or force imbued blade to stand up to a lightsaber. That was not a good sign at all. The shade hissed and soon after began to giggle at the question of the Chistori. Small raspy dead giggles left it's throat followed by a low whispering hissing voice. "We are legion, we are what serve our dark father. We art what thou shalt become." The shade let out another high pitched wail, a scream that would break mirrors and glasses if directed at them.

Pulling off the clash the shade stepped back to set up a distance between the two of a good three feet. Not letting up the attack however the shade turned to it's side and cocked it's head forward to face it's opponent. Brining the sword back up like the stinger of a scorpion once more the creature did not stay in that stance for more than a second or two before it struck again. Bringing three slashes down at its opponent one aimed at the mid section in a swipe and the other two aimed at the right shoulder in a diagonal strike aimed from right to left. The shades intentions were that of deadly nature, prove yourself or die.