Wraiths

[Soldiers By Kage]

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Darren had purposely avoided returning to Korriban for many years after the bombing and Wraith had brought him back from death. This time he came as a Sith Acolyte, and this time he was allowed to visit the tombs of the long dead Sith that had come before him to understand more on the path he was now forced to walk. He was dressed in the normal sith robes which was fairly uncomfortable for the man who had practically lived in his storm trooper armor.

Ah, to walk among these sands again. So much like home. Shadows formed across the world, darkening it as the red and ghostly figure of Wraith began to step beside him. "You've never said much about your life before you became.. What ever it is you are now. Do you have a name?" There was a chuckle from the ghostly apparition before light once again took over the world.

Perhaps. But you won't learn it yet. Keep your wits about you however, we are not alone.

 

[Dar-Murazor]

Dar-Murazor had been drawn to Korriban because of the power that lied there. Still weakened by the Jedi's timely intervention on Voss, he had to drain power in order to fully regain his physical form once more; he wasn't as anchored in the physical world as he would of liked, constantly battling against the call of the Netherrealms that tried to pull him in.
Korriban was a dead world. He stalked its surface for days and found nothing but silence and the whispers of those who died horribly in these grounds. What sort of atrocities had this land been the witness of? It seemed to have seen much over the course of the centuries, and the Sith Knight knew that a planet with such a rich history of war and death surely held a prize.

This prize was the tomb of the Siths; he tried to break inside, but it was heavily guarded, and he knew he would not be able to best experienced Sith warriors in his state. And so he patiently waited, stalking the entrance every now and then, waiting for prey to enter or leave the temple. This opportunity presented himself when [member="Darren Korpil"] arrived, and although he prepared himself to lunge and strike at his foes, he marked a moment of pause as he sensed a presence in the Force. A wraith was walking beside the lonely apprentice, radiating a raw, untamed power.
Ever-so slowly, he approached the unsuspecting man from behind, his sword in hands, ready to strike him down and take his life force, unaware of the warning that had been issued to him by his undead companion.

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

"Not alone? What do yo-" An unnatural shiver went up his spine, an ability he hadn't ever had before but did now. Immediately he turned and pulled his blaster free and what came to his eyes sent another shiver down his spine. A figure without a body. Shadow once again took his vision as before him stood another red glowing figure not unlike Wraith. He saw the sword and let loose several blasts of his pistol, his eyes narrowing into a combat focus.

Wraith was close by, just out of the corner of his eye, but didn't do anything to assist. This was Darren's problem.

[member="Dar-Murazor"]

 

[Dar-Murazor]

Losing the advantage of surprise was unexpected. His target pulling out a blaster was, too; he thought that his prey would use a lightsaber, but he was mistaken. He quickly shifted to the side, but not without taking a couple of blaster hits, the weapon's heat forcing a hissing exclamation of pain out of the wraith, his form flickering, losing his grasp on reality with the damage he sustaine.

A pair of orange lights burning with hatred, the only thing that seemed to be there behind the hood. Lunging at [member="Darren Korpil"] , Dar-Murazor put his free hand against his face, his somber voice a chilling sound that seemed to echo in the Force.
"You will submit, as countless others have before you..."

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

"Wraith! I would appreciate your help with this!" Despite being similar to [member="Dar-Murazor"] Darren found himself surprised at the effect his blasters had on the apparition. In all his time fighting he never had to fight what was basically a ghost. There was a chuckle from Wraith, and that was it. Darren gritted his teeth as this other wraith lunged forward, and he barely got out of the way of the sword.

A thick line of blood formed across his chest through the robes, causing a pained hiss to escape his lips. While death was forgotten, pain wasn't. He continued his stumble backwards, bringing around the blaster for a couple of wide shots. "Wraith this isn't funny!"

 

[Dar-Murazor]

He had to admit, this one proved to be quite tenacious. The blaster shots were angering him more and more, as the imminent threat of being banished once more loomed over him. He would have to go through the hassle of retaking physical form, which would require him to drain insignificant beings to even manifest among the living, and regaining his powers would be longer still.

Dar-Murazor let go of his sword, who fell down to the ground with a metallic sound. Throwing himself at his opponent, he forced the both of his hands onto his face, heat starting to course through them as he summoned his powers, trying to suck the life force out of this particularly troublesome foe. "Submit to me!" he demanded in a voice that was a whisper and a shout at the same time, ethereal and unnatural.

[member="Darren Korpil"]

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

Shadows overtook Darren's sight once again as [member="Dar-Murazor"] gripped his face. Once again the world was dimmed and the wraith before him turned to the similar red ghost as his own Wraith. Pain ripped through his mind as his skin began to darken, the very false life he had being drained away. It was then that Wraith finally acted. From behind this Errant Wraith the being who also inhabited Darren took up the sword that was dropped and slashed for the flickering figure.

"He belongs to me."

 

[Dar-Murazor]

The wraith was thrown off of his prey by the sword slash - thankfully for him, it was far more deadly to those of flesh than to him, which was probably the only advantage he could see to being mostly of flesh. But, sadly for him, it also meant that it would be of little use against the fiery red wraith that stood before him, holding his own sword and staking his claim on the acolyte.
Dar-Murazor felt an untamed, extreme power emanating from the otherwordly shape.

"Thou waste thine powers on such a weak vessel", spat the Sith as he was crawling onto the floor, looking more like a beast than a man as he did. A sickly green light accompanied him and the darkness that emanated from him as he circled around the two, gauging them. "But thou would not hath taken him as your host if it were not for something I cannot see."
He fell silent, eyeing them with fury, and yet, curiosity. "Of flesh and wraith, thou are."

[member="Darren Korpil"]

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

"Death and life, abandoned by both. That's all we are." The wraith slowly faded as [member="Dar-Murazor"] 's sword fell from it's grasp and Darren was left panting on his hands and knees, trying to recover from the possession. He gasped and coughed, but eventually caught his breath and stood. He stared down the new ghost, a frown on his lips as he clenched his blaster tightly.

"Who are you?"

 

[Dar-Murazor]

Dar-Murazor pondered on the wraith's words, taking his blade back, but sheating it. Considering the mortal from behind his hood, he simply opened his arms, a parody of laughter emanating from him, sinister and dry. "I am Dar-Murazor", he said imperiously. "Knight of the Sith. I seem to be in a similar predicament as thine... companion. I am deathless, and yet, lifeless. Such a notion is familiar to you, is it not?"

[member="Darren Korpil"]