Two Years, Two Masters

[jokemaster]

"We'll win. They're afraid of us. Even they know they can't survive a face-to-face encounter"

[Writer]

"And what of me?" Falya said doubtfully. "Sion left me... he had no use for me before... what makes you think he'll accept me now?"

 

 

((JM, I don't think Falya and Kent knew who Sion was when he confronted them the first time... did they? How would Falya know now? ))

[jokemaster]

((Kent asked Syscha on the escape pod))

"He will." Kent insisted, but doubt has crept into his voice.

[DarthSion101]

Sion stood, in waiting in the throne room, his saber drawn, and his features firm, and filled with rage.

He reaches out to the new Sith, Kent through the force. "Apprentice, lead them to me."

[Writer]

"How can you be sure?" Falya asked hesitantly.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Syscha clutched at Elron's arm, her knuckles turning white.

"Elron...he's coming!" she said in a quaking voice. "Please...please, let's escape, don't make me face him! This entire time...ever since I first saw him on Peragus my life has been a nightmare. I can hardly sleep at night, for fear that he would be there, hiding in the shadows. If he captures me..." pure horror crossed her face, "If he captures me, I'll never wake up."

Elron put an arm around her, holding her shaking body close, "It's alright, Syscha, you need to relax. I'm here, Falya is here, and I'm sure Lussk is here somewhere. We won't let him hurt you. I won't let him even touch you."

"But Elron...he beat you once...why do you insist on protecting me when it could cost you your life?"

"One because you are my apprentice...and two...we'll say that I would die for you."

"Elron!" she gasped, throwing her arms around him and crying into his shoulder.

I would die for you...

[DarthSion101]

Revan Sat calmly on the remainder of the Onderonian throne, and waited for his plan to take shape. He glanced towards Sion, who stood at the main entrance.

 

Sion began to pace slowly back and forth in front of the entrance, awaiting the arrival of his foe. He twirled his weapon as he paced, venom and anger flowed through his veins. "come, come face your destiny arrogant Wretch! I will not fall, I cannot die, but you however will fall, and you will die." He mocked spitefully.

[jblue789]

Kelborn and Mandalore stepped outside of the ruins, onto the only untainted balcony. "Mandalore... sir... Was it really worth it? We sacrificed almost all of the other Mandalorians, Kex, Davrel, Xarga, even Bralor... What was the point of this? The serve your old master, the man who destroyed so many Mandalorians before."

 

Canderous sighed. "I know it's hard to understand Kelborn, but, well..." Before the old warrior could finish speaking, an orange saber broke through his second-in-command's chestplate, and the blade quickly withdrew and slashed off the mandalorians head. Before Mandalore could react, Lussk had sliced off one of his hands, and cut off his legs.

 

In the main chamber, Revan and Sion sensed a disturbance, and saw Mandalore fall from the balcony, onto the floor in front of Revan. "Canderous!"

 

"Please... master, help me!" Revan reached out his hand to pick up his old ally. Suddenly, a change of heart had Revan throw his servant into the air and Force Crush his body.

 

"Fool."

 

Lussk then dropped down, attacking Revan, wielding his old General's lightsaber, only to have it parried by Sion. The Trandoshan lept back and began spinning his blade madly, striking Sion furiously. The Sith Lord, unable to fully respond, took several injuries, but it was ended when Revan threw Lussk to the side. Pulling out his saber, Revan called his servant off.

 

"Let me handle this." As Revan approached his foe, a voice whispered in his ear, and the Trandoshan disappeared from view. "Kreia? You old hag. What have you done?"

 

"Nothing," the old master spoke. "I have done nothing to your eyes but what you have done to yourself. The only way you can conquer this enemy, is to look upon him, wielding the force to aid your eyes." Revan nodded, and shut his eyes, when he opened them again, he scanned the area. Immediately he saw his own hands, a crimson red, then he saw Sion, also a crimson red. Then he saw Mandalore, and saw that he was still breathing. Spinning about, he noticed a black figure. Which was highly abnormal when using the gray force-sight.

 

Lussk was neither blue nor red, and not gray either. Suddenly, Lussk's black shadow expanded, and voices flooded into Revan's mind. Sith whispers, whispers of the true sith broke through Revan's mental barriers. Like a vacuum Lussk devoured Revan's mind. The Sith Lord cried out in pain and fell to his knees. Latching onto his head he broke out into the yelps and cries of a wounded beast. Blinded, broken down to his knees, and nearly defeated, the mighty Revan, his smug self forever gone, could do nothing but cast his gaze out across emptiness.

 

Sion didn't understand. He too had been blinded from seeing Lussk. His master was just in front of him, destroyed, defeated... And then he heard the whispers of Kreia. "You! What have you done?"

 

"Little, I have blinded you from my servant, fool. No harm shall befall his head while I watch over him."

 

"What?"

 

"Yes, the Trandoshan, he is my servant. And he is far more powerful than you will ever be. Unless... unless you betray your master, as you had betrayed me. Go, destroy Revan, take the name of Dark Lord of the Sith, and you shall be truly powerful."

 

"I am powerful already! More powerful than you could have ever been. And far more powerful than your little pet and the Exile as well."

 

"Hah! You fool. Powerful? You don't know the meaning of powerful. Even the old fool that traveled with the Exile, as the pilot, was more powerful than you. Revan, Tysyacha, and Lussk are far more powerful than you can imagine. Why? Because they have each lost their powers, and yet still become strong. The former two regained their powers, and much, much more. While the latter became powerful without the force, and conquered tests that you would outright fail."

 

"He knew the force?"

 

"Yes, he always had, until he lost it, cut himself off, just as the Exile did at war's end. Only he had cut himself off at the end of the Civil War. And yet he has still been able to do things you can only imagine. Now, you must strike Revan down, become the Betrayer, and only then will you achieve true power. So, Sion, what is your choice?"

 

Lussk stood there, frozen, doing nothing but being a channel for Kreia. He dropped his saber and he faded, turning into nothing in reality, but through the force, he lived on. Not as a being of the force, but the opposite. Like a black hole in the force, vaccuuming in everything that comes near. There was no life in him, only death. All that remained on the floor was his armor, weapons, and an active saber, never to be shut off until the Exile would come.

 

((OOC: NO MORE SMUG REVAN?! What shall Sion do! Yes, I realize that I took loads of control in here, but hey, Lussk is leaving this RP now, but you can use his "spirit" in any way you wish. AND I'M OUT I'll continue reading this to see the conclusion.))

[DarthSion101]

Sion Reached out with the force, felt for the spirit in the dark, and channeled all of his rage, all the years of pain, all of his cruelty, and all of his malice into it, and listened as it exploded into oblivion. The spirit, and servant of Kreia was no more, he had destroyed it. "Let us see what tricks you have in mind now old witch, I have become stronger than you could imagine." Laughs arrogantly.

 

Walks over to the Mandalore, who lay on the floor barely alive, and fried him to death with a bolt of lightning.

 

He turned his attention, to Revan, who lay on the floor in a fetal position, whimpering like a scalded dog. "Get up Revan, a dark lord of the sith has no business cringing like a womp rat." Revan just remains silent, curled into his ball. "Remeber who you are, do not let the dead B*tch warp mind. Remeber the power you wield." Revan just whimpered. "I will not tolerate you, as a whiny simpering fool. Regain your strength, and claim your throne." Revan looks up, his mask had fallen off, his eyes filled with tears, he stared up through watery hazel eyes, and Darth Sion. "So this is how you choose to end it Revan.....in weakness, and fear."

 

Sion ignites his saber and raises it preparing to strike the killing blow.

[jokemaster]

"Because he needs me."

[jblue789]

((OOC: WOOT! Yay! Sion did the "right" thing Anyways, I think I made Lussk too... not good? I dunno, but, I should've gone with a different approach for him. Or maybe a her? Anyways, good luck to the "heroes" and let's hope that Sion and Kent won't just totally destroy them. Also, since Kent (I am assuming) has become a Sith, would that be as in Dark Jedi/Sith Lord kinda Sith? Or more like the little Sith assassin (in TSL) kinda guy? Because if it's the former, Kent needs a Darth name ))

[Writer]

"I..." Falya stammered. "I guess I'll come with you..."

 

Deep within the barriers of the Force, the Jedi that was now known as Falya was extremely uncomfortable. She'd hoped to get to Kent before this, but things had been delayed too long. What was she supposed to do now? She knew she couldn't leave him... not now. So, she did what she felt she had to do.

 

"Yes," she said more firmly. "I will trust your word."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Argh!" Elron fell to his knees, clutching his head. Something...something was happening to the Force...some kind of vaccuum...wait...he recognized this...faint whispers of ancient sith holocrons reached his ears...I know this...but who?...then a great channel of the Force just...just ended. He felt his apprentice drop to her knees beside him.

Through all the pain he heard one voice:

"Yes, I will trust your word."

[jokemaster]

"Thank you...C'mon, this way."

[ForceFightWMe12]

((Okay, I'm a little confused. Falya and Kent are talking just a few feet away from the Exile and Elron, right??))

 

As the pain passed, Elron could feel Syscha's hands on his shoulders.

"Master?" he heard her say, "Elron? Are you alright?"

He punched the ground and staggered upright.

"FALYA! What do you think you're doing?!" he roared.

[Writer]

((No, Falya ran out to meet Kent, leaving Elron and Syscha behind.))

 

 

"Leaving you behind," Falya answered. She turned to follow Kent.

[jblue789]

((OOC: About me quitting, I lied ))

 

A ghost in the force, an emptiness, Lussk "lived" on through the force. "What is this? I thought Sion got rid of me."

 

"You are not so weak that a fool can defeat you."

 

"You!" Lussk felt the spirit of Kreia. "You're the one who whispers to me when I meditate! You're the one who... told me to aid the Exile. And helped me destroy Revan."

 

"Yes, yes. But helped you? I suppose I did, you always could've, but I merely opened that path to you. However, now is not the time to speak. I was able to shield you from Sion by replacing your energies with that of the now defeated Revan. Though powerful he may be, he is still a fool."

 

"Sion?"

 

"Yes." Kreia then flooded into Lussk's mind all her thoughts, ideas, plans, everything. Taken aback by the sudden rush of knowledge, his spirit stumbled, and for a while, he couldn't think.

 

Shortly after that, Mandalore, shocked to death by Sion, suddenly wheezed. "Urgh-what's... erk... going on?" he moaned. Sion was already far away from Mandalore's "corpse." And as a Sith, he could no longer detect life, only death.

 

"Awaken, Canderous. You are, quite the loyal beast, living with Revan, even in both of your deaths."

 

"What? Revan can't be dead, and I'm not dead either!"

 

"Oh, quite the contrary, you will die soon, and Sion has destroyed Revan?"

 

"Wha-but, no! I sacrificed almost all of my Mandalorians for Revan! Then he betrays me and ends up getting killed?! Guess there's no point in living anyway."

 

"But you still can, and you can bring upon Sion all your vengeance, but you must go and join your second master. She will... she must... heal you, then you shall fight along side each other as you had two years ago."

 

"Syscha?"

 

"Come, your time in this world is not over. No, and neither is the time of your people." Fueled by the powers of Kreia, Canderous Ordo, dragged himself towards Tysyacha. "No Sith nor Jedi can defeat Sion, the Exile, will have to become something more. And you," Kreia looked upon Lussk's spirit as he came to, "must teach her the way."

 

"The way to do what?"

 

"You shall see."

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: I'm finally back! Wow, so much has been going on! As of now,

Tysyacha is still in the palace, and Sion is still waiting for her. So...)

 

The Force. The Force was all she had. Tysyacha closed her eyes

and listened to the soft, electrical hum of her new prosthetic arm.

Sion was here, and he was waiting to destroy her. To kill her. Was

this the true Dark Side, nothing but a void of hatred and betrayal?

No! Elron had taught her otherwise, that the way of the Sith

was the way of challenge, but also loyalty. Otherwise, wouldn't

evil cease to exist if it always turned against itself in the end?

 

"I'm coming, Darth Sion," Syscha whispered. "I'm tired of keeping

you waiting, and I'm tired of seeing my allies tortured and hunted.

Yes, my allies. Is that word so hard to understand, corpse,

in the context of the Sith? Of course it is. No Sith Lord has ever

stood with his or her apprentices until the bitter end of the galaxy.

I intend to be the first one to do so. Kent is now a follower of the

Dark Side, and Falya...? I do not know where she lies on the great

continuum of Light and Darkness, but she shall help defeat you!

 

"And now...no more words. Only action. You'll fall!" Tysyacha used

the Master Speed Force Power upon herself and sped toward where

Darth Sion waited. Sith against Sith was the way of the Dark Order,

yet Syscha could only hope that Kent, her master Elron, and the

others would stand with her when Sion at last lay spent at her feet!

[jblue789]

As Syscha approached the main chamber, alongside Elron, she heard a moan. "Tysyacha! Please... help me..." Mandalore, missing one hand, his legs, his armor dented in several areas, and with marks of Sion's lightning strikes covering his body, dragged himself towards the Exile. He groaned, and collapsed before her.

 

Syscha could hear whispers, not of the usual Kreia, but of something else, telling her, "Will you aid this old beast? Will you revive your once ally? Or will you truly fall to the dark side and end him, or even worse, ignore him? The dark side, though powerful, cannot heal the Mandalore. You are not truly a Sith, not yet, and there is great doubt that you shall ever become one, fully. Do not falter, Exile. To have a convincing and strong statement in an argument, one must look at both sides of the debate. Not unlike is it so with the force. One Jedi who can wield both the dark side, and the light side, can overcome tests that even the most powerful Jedi Master or Sith Lord would fail." She looked at Canderous for a while, as Elron watched her.

 

=Lussk & Kreia speaking=

"Tell me Kreia, how can I teach her what I did to Revan, when I don't even know how I did it in the first place?"

 

"That, I cannot answer, it is all up to you."

[jokemaster]

Kent led Falya through the ruins of the city quickly. He knew it well, and even in ruins he knew the fastest path. Soon they ended up with Sion.

"I have brought you another ally......master."

That last word was said with a hint of doubt.

[DarthSion101]

The blade of Sion seemed to be trapped in mid-air, as Revan watched, everything moved in slow motion, but he was to tired, and to weak to resist. He stared up at Sion's Eyes, to see if there was still some shred of mercy in him.....there was none, Ironic, Revan thought to himself, I showed no mercy to those I destroyed, those lives I ended, and now at the end, do i finally understand.........He spoke one last line, to Darth Sion....."Our destiny, is not determined, by what side of the force we use, or by which order we serve, jedi or sith. Our fate is decided, through the choices that we make, and the ripples they leave on the galaxy, and the force itself. I have caused so much suffereing, to those I loved, and later used, and those I had never met. I am ready for the end, and how it ends, is how it began, a simple betrayal, not of the person, or the mind, but in the action. I see the force now,and everything is clear....serene, I reject the darkness, and embrace, the force, the light, Darth Revan has died this day, but know that he became Revan before he did........Bastila...I love you."

 

Sion stopped his blade for a moment, and stared coldly at Revan, "again you flee from your destiny REvan, a chance to rule an empire, and make this galaxy whole, and instead you surrender yourself to weakness. Kreia is a master of manipulation, and she has fooled you, into becoming a weak, worthless, wretch. So I will spare you from that fate, and make you one with the force. And as you die, know that I feed on the force, and on pain, and that when you are one with it, I will draw my power from a part of you, it is inevitable Revan, you like all the rest of the life in this galaxy, are now completely MINE!!!" Raises his blade above his head, "Don't worry about Bastila, I will make her suffer, and then share your fate." His saber comes down in an Arc, towards Revan's throat, Revan watches at what seemed to be a slow arduos ordeal. He felt a brief moment of Hot coursing pain hit his neck, then total blackness.

 

Sion stood ove the headless corpse of Revan, and watched as his head rolled at his feet.

 

He hears a noise and turns to see his apprentice Kent entering the throne room followed by a young girl......"Ah what have you brought me apprentice?"

[DarthSion101]

Sion stared at Kent, then quickly shifted his attention towards the girl, he could sense the slight doubt in Kent's voice, he stared long and hard into the girls eyes, seeing his way to her soul, she wrenched her head away, and looked at the ground."I can sense great fear in you, girl, you have power, but you do not use it". Sion stated curiously...."Are you familiar to me, I feel as though we've met before. Regardless, I can sense a great amount of potential within you, do you seek to sreve me, and learn the path to true immortality and power, the path of PAIN.?" He fold his arms accross his chest, and awaits her response.

[jokemaster]

"I have brought you another apprentice."

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha shuddered, horror rippling through her like a Force Storm would.

Prosthetic legs, and one prosthetic hand, would only be a small step toward

helping this proud warrior. However, Syscha had no such appendages in her

carrying satchel. So much the worse for Mandalore! However, Syscha's fury

at Darth Sion and her overwhelming sense of sorrow at Mandalore's condition

made her fold her hands together and stretch. She was focusing her will...

 

"I know I'm a Sith," she hissed into the air, "but if there is any trace of the

Light Side left in me, channel it through me now!" She cast Master Heal

upon Mandalore repeatedly--once, twice, three times, four--until her

reserves of the Force were depleted. Syscha hoped that while she

recovered her inner strength, Mandalore would ward off Sion if he

happened to attack them. It was a shot in the dark, but she took it.

 

However, Mandalore just wiggled his legless body, struggling

to crawl closer to Tysyacha. His wounds were, for the most part,

healed, but there was no way he could stand or use a hand that

was not there. Tears of scorching rage sprang to Tysyacha's eyes.

[jokemaster]

((Ah Master Heal, how many times did it save me while playing KOTOR?))