Two Years, Two Masters

[jokemaster]

Kent was inspecting his own new saber when he saw Falya take out hers.

[DarthSion101]

Darth Sion watched at his two new apprentices eargerly took out their weapons. "Use your aggression, channel it into anger, into hatred, it will give you power that you have only dreamed of. Inflict as much pain as you can, then absorb it, and become stronger for it."

[jokemaster]

"Yes master." Kent switched the saber on, and stared at the blood red blade.

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha sucked in her breath. She had once heard a wise voice say,

"A coward dies a thousand deaths, a brave man only once." Who had

it been? She couldn't remember. After all, the trauma of the Mandalorian

Wars and her tumultuous apprenticeship under Darth Traya had robbed

her of the memory of long-faded people's names. Nevertheless, the

proverb stuck with her, and she turned to Elron with righteous fury.

 

"We fight. I'm sick of being hunted and pursued, injured and maimed,

dismembered and amputated! If we don't take down Sion now, we

may never get the chance again. Both for their sake and for our

own, let's try to spare Falya and Kent Threepwood. I know they're

Sion's apprentices, but they may turn back to us once they see

who has true power! Sion betrayed Kreia, or Darth Traya, long ago.

Who says he won't turn on Kent and Falya, especially if they falter?"

 

She took out her double-bladed ruby saber and whirled it around.

Using Master Energy Resistance upon herself and Elron, she squared

her shoulders, which were broad for a woman's. "This is it. Either

we conquer, or we die fighting. Let's not die a coward's death!"

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron smiled a ruthless smile, pulling out his double-bladed saberstaff as well. Spinning it around in several complex patterns, he said, "Very well. We shall bring death to our foes."

Without turning, he told the man, "Go back to Badger or whatever he calls himself. Tell him thanks but no thanks."

Without needing any second telling, the man ran.

[DarthSion101]

Sion Flanked by his two new Sith, turned the corner onto the long corridor, where the exile, and Elron, promptly made their way. As he stepped out into their path, they stopped dead in their tracks. He stared a long cold glance at Syacha. He could feel the fear swelling within her. She tried unsuccessfully to meet his gaze. He snickered at her arrogantly.

 

Elron however, did not share the same fear of him that the exile had. He could feel Elrons anger, and contempt. "I can feel the hatred flowing through you boy. Yes, your rage serves you well, but it won't be enough to stop me." Sion proclaimed.

 

"We'll see....you know for a corpse you sure do alot of talkin." Elron defiantly snapped.

And activated his double bladed Lightsaber. "C'mon zombie, lets dance."

 

"You weak fool, your wanton skills are no match for my power. You are an insignificant speck beneath my notice, but you will make a fine training drone for my apprentices." Sion turned to his eager students. "Kill this false sith....slowly. I will deal with the exile myself." Sion watched as his underlings activated their weapons and charged towards Elron.

 

"Do not think I had forgotten about you Exile, you are mine to toy with." He said through a sick smile.

 

The exile activated her Double bladed weapon. "I am not afraid of you Sion, I stopped you once.....I...I can do it again." A slight hint of fear in her voice.

 

"You cannot win.....EXILE, you have already lost, your fear fills you, the fear of death, the fear of the dark. So you claim to serve a sith now.......foolish girl, that whelp who is about to die is no sith, merely a corrupted follower of Jedi origin. He knows nothing of the darkness that is to come, and he like you, has been manipulated by Kreia. You are no servant of the dark, I can feel the light within you, it courses through you like a plague. You cannot hide from what you are....JEDI. No you have not fallen, not yet, I will break you girl, I will show you true pain, and suffering, you will break, and when you do you will fall into darkness, and finally when the darkness surrounds you, and you truly understand, you will die. I am ready for you Exile." He snarls and springs forward at The exile igniting his saber, and bringing it down upon her raised weapon.

 

Elron furiously defends the assualt from the two new sith, by parrying blow after blow, from their well executed strikes. "Is that.....all....you...got?" he panted through the combat. "Sion....may have trained......you.....but like...him,.....you are a twisted.....perversion....of the dark....Side!" The combat continues furiously, as Kent, and Falya continued their attacks with increased fury.

 

Sion struck at the exile like lightning, she struggled to defend from his attacks. She spun in towards him with a power attack, which he blocked with his blad, and promptly, laid a backhanded fist into her pretty face, sending Syacha sprawling accross the room onto the floor. Sion laughed arrogantly. "PATHETIC!" He started towards her again, as she stared up at him.

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: Sion, if I may, I'm going to have you do what I revealed to you

in a PM that I sent to you. This may not be the most critical of moments

in this particular thread of mine, but I'm going to start another one after

this one's over, my Exile's KOTOR IV, in which she is blind and can only

see through the Force, like Visas Marr in The Sith Lords. Cool, huh? )

 

Syscha tried to stand and whirl around into a fighting stance, but she

found she couldn't. Darth Sion was using Force Crush on her! Smiling with

proud glee, the reconstructed corpse basked in the fear and pain that

Tysyacha felt for him. With a lascivious and greedy wink, Sion thrust

his hands forward and directed a Force Storm straight at Syscha's eyes.

 

The roar of pain coming from the Exile at that moment was like that

of a mortally-wounded lioness. Blackness engulfed Tysyacha; all she

could see was what the empty void of space would look like after all

stars and planets had turned to dust. Sion had electrocuted her retinas;

they were permanently damaged now. Even Master Heal wouldn't work

upon total blindness. Only immediate retinal implants could save her,

and as far as Tysyacha knew, who was carrying those in their satchel?!

 

(OOC: Note: Please don't give Syscha back her sight. Let the Force be her

eyes now, because I made my in-game Exile have the Visas Marr head! )

 

Sion's expression was one of supreme triumph. At last, he had taught the

Exile her first lesson in lasting pain. Emotional suffering would come, but not

before he had broken her body, which was strong, like a drexl's or rancor's.

[jblue789]

((OCC: Check your PMs Tysyacha, after you read this...))

 

"It is time, trandoshan."

 

Lussk nodded and appeared before Syscha, who, immediately as she opened her eyes, could only see through the force. "Lussk? Is that you?"

 

"Yes, Syscha, and your old master has sent me to teach you something."

 

"What? Who?"

 

"I think that's obvious by now. Sion, is a monster, his body, his life, should have ended years ago when his body was first destroyed. And yet he still lives on, wielding the force, he has been able to keep his body together. Always though, his body aches and burns and pains him. However, without that pain, he becomes useless. There is only one way to defeat Sion, you must cut him off from the force."

 

"But how?"

 

"You've done it before, but to yourself, and I had done the same to Revan."

 

"What?"

 

"Focus, I can only show you this once, then you must do the same to Sion."

 

The Exile dropped to her knees and began to meditate, oblivious to Sion about to strike her again. Suddenly, Mandalore leapt from a stealth field, tackling Sion over and causing him to drop his saber. "I killed you!"

 

Mandalore chuckled as he snatched the Sith's saber and kept it in a safe place that Sion wouldn't be able to use the force to simple bring the saber back to him. "*I am difficult to kill,*" he mocked Sion with a grin.

 

Sion snarled and attempted to strike the Mandalorian down with some lightning, but it was drawn away to the floors. "I suppose that trandoshan forgot to mention that he set up some special material traps around the floor, that when activated, would draw any lightning towards it."

 

"And that, my child, is how you must defeat Sion," Kreia whispered into Syscha's ears. The Exile noticed that Lussk had faded. "You must do to Sion what Nihilus had done to me, that is, before I met you."

 

"I have to remove his connection from the force. And that's what you sent Lussk to teach me?"

 

"Yes."

[DarthSion101]

Sion Snarlde angrily and grabbed Mandalore by the throat and lifted him off the ground with one hand. "ENOUGH! I grow weary of this charade." he said as his grip tightened around Mandalore's throat. He could feel the bones in Canderous's neck crunching and snapping under the weight of his grip. Mandalore tried to scream, but all that came out was a small gurgling. He dropped the Mandalorian to the ground, and picked his saber up, ignited it. The red bladed burned as deeply as Sion's rage. He walked over to the crippled Mandalore, who crawled along the floor, desperate to reach his feet. "Your pain is my gain." Sion triumphantly stated as he stood over the damaged warrior. "Here is my gift to you." Sion said. He raised his saber, and brought it down upon the Mandalore, taking his head off at the shoulders. His masked head bounced on the ground at Sion's feet.

 

He jerks his head into the direction of the exile, who had ceased rubbing her eyes, and sat in a calm meditation. He stared at her curiously. "KREIA." he bellowed. "You seek to teach her to destroy me, you will not succeed. I am more than flesh and blood." He starts towards the Exile. "Now you will learn your second lesson in pain, Exile, it shall be carved in your flesh."

 

((Good story, damn you lussk, damn you LOL...j/k....... This story seems to be reaching it's climax, but like all good things in life, this to must end, can't wait to see your next thread syscha.))

[Tysyacha]

"Not before I teach you this!" Gritting her teeth against

the excruciating pain of her ruined eyes, Tysyacha focused

her mind and will. She thrust her own hands toward Darth

Sion and channeled the greatest Force echo she ever had...

 

...and she failed. Sion simply gazed at her with a mixture

of arrogance and amusement, for her echo produced no

effect upon him. She, the Jedi Exile that could wound the

Force as well as wield it, could not wound this monstrous

being. He was invincible, as Tysyacha had ultimately feared.

 

She had one last chance, one last idea. What if she healed

Darth Sion, if she could, and restored his natural, human state?

He would either forgive her or kill her then, and the Exile did not

know how Sion would react. Also--Kreia, her former master, had

told Tysyacha that she had no one and nothing left to betray.

Had she told the truth, or was she merely manipulating her again?

 

Even so, if Kreia would turn to Sion and let him conquer, Syscha

had to try one last idea. She cast as many Master Heals as she

could upon the wracked and broken form of Darth Sion, waiting

for him to strike the final blow upon her, as he had done upon

Mandalore...

[jokemaster]

Kent approached Elron with his lightsaber held high.

[DarthSion101]

Sion Felt a strange tingling, he felt a lightness, and easyness about him, then a wave a of force flowing through him, not a painful, or destructive wave, but of a nurturing, and healing nature, he watched as his skin seemed to temporarily glow, excitement flowed through him ....but as his skin faded back to tatrered gray, so did his enthusiasm. He spoke "So exile, you would....try to save me, to heal my. I am beyond saving, its to late for me, the darkness flows through me, I cannot be healed....I am hollow." He lowers his saber for a moment. His anger temporarily fading. He steps back a step and stares intently at her blinded form. "I...I...cannot.....no......its a trick!." His rage returning. "You would seek to do this not out of compassion, but to weaken me, to make me mortal, so I could be killed! you have not succeeded." He continues to stare angrily at her. He Turns off his weapon. "No, it is not your destiny to die Exile....but to live, live in constant pain, the pain and blindness I have given to you, that is your fate....doomed to a life knowing that all you held dear was cast down at your feet." He stares triumphantly for a moment, and walks towards his apprentices who viciously engage Elron.

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha threw her hands up against her useless eyes. "No!" she

wailed, all of her courage gone. Just as Kreia had consistently exposed

her weakness again and again, seeking to eradicate it, Sion had eradicated

the facade of her "light-sided" and "compassionate" motives. Kreia's former

apprentice, the one before her, had been utterly and relentlessly right.

Unless...

 

Whether it was a fury born of the Light Side or of the Darkness, Syscha

stood up and charged at Sion with all that she had. The Exile bombarded

Darth Sion with Master Flurry after Flurry, whirling her lightsaber with such

angry expertise that even the all-powerful Kreia would have been impressed!

This seared Sion's body even further, but knowing him, the dastardly Darth

would just heal himself again and have another chance to slaughter them all!

 

However, what was she to do? Lie there and do nothing, waiting for ruin?

 

"Mistress!", screamed Syscha. "Kreia, Darth Traya, my lord, whose side are

you on now?! If there's any way to kill the Force, do you know it at last?

Let Sion turn my form into a charred lump of refuse, but don't you let him

let me live! It's either Sion or the rest of us, Sith against Sith! Who do you

love, Kreia? Who do you want to continue in your dark and furious ways?"

 

Syscha's Flurries were exhausting her, along with all the life she tried to

drain from the wretched Sion. Soon she would be every bit spent...

[ForceFightWMe12]

"I tire of this game!" Elron snarled. He swings his saber in and arc and both blades were caught by those of the two apprentices. Sneering, he allowed an echo of the Force ring through his body, and it could be felt physically. The two new Sith's eyes crossed and heads rang. Elron pushed forward on his saberstaff, knocking the two flat.

"Siestra!" he hissed in the ancient tongue and some invisable force constricted the two, and they rose into the air, squirming and kicking. He could feel them try and break free, but their power was useless against that of the Ancient Sith. He extended a hand, and began to close his fist slowly...ever so slowly...and the force constricting the two began to tighten ever so much, crushing them ever so nicely. Then he heard one of the worst sounds he had ever known.

The Exile screamed.

His sneer suddenly twisting into a grimace of anger, he spun on his heel, facing Sion, who had turned to face him at the exact same time.

"What have you done to her?!?!" he bellowed.

"I have made her feel but a taste of the pain that I was put through."

"Damn you!!!" he roared as he recklessly charged into battle.

He slashed at Sion's shoulder, but there was a hiss as Sion's blade met his own. "If you so much," Elron struck again, "As touch her again," and again, "You'll wish," once more, "You weren't immortal anymore!" he struck a final time, this time breaking through Sion's defenses and slamming his blade, hilt-deep, into the right side of Sion's chest.

There was a lull in the fighting as Sion stared down, amazed, at the blade that was now embeded in his flesh.

"Perhaps I underestimated you, kid."

"It won't be the first time someone's made that fatal mistake."

"Eleantra!" Elron hissed again, and lightning engulfed his blade, threading its way through Sion's body.

[jokemaster]

Kent struggled against the bond, and slowly he found himself unable to breathe, he turned to Falya and mouthed 'I'm sorry', then passed out.

[Writer]

The only response from Falya that Kent's words created was a look of pain and regret. Before long, she too lost consciousness muttering less than pleasant words about Elron.

[DarthSion101]

Sion felt the blade enter his scarred chest, and felt Elron's lightning course through him. He began to laugh as Elron and the exile took a step back. "You weak pathetic fools, pain will not destroy me, it only makes me stronger, I have become stronger than kreia ever anticipated, I have blossomed beyond her imagination, that is why she clings to you exile." He flexes his muscles, and lets out a force blast, that sends both the Exile and Elron flying accross the room. Elron smacks against the wall, and falls to the floor in pain, losing his grip on the apprentices, who also fall to the floor. The exile also is flung accross the room, and smacks into the wall, and falls dejectedly to her knees.

 

Sion takes a small breath and flexes his body again, instantly healing his wounds, leaving a dark scar on his left pectoral muscle, wher Elron had stabbed him. He walked towards the newly blinded Syacha. "now you must see, that you cannot beat me here, or anywhere else." He smiles at her. "Still she clutches at you, as if you were all that gave her life. She uses you still, tries to manipulate you into doing her will, I broke away from her, cast her down, stripped her of her abilities, and titles. She would use us in a neverending conflict, that would lay waste to the galaxy, and the force. From beyond the grave exil, she manipulates, tries to kill the galaxy." The exile stares at him through her white sightless eyes.

 

"You know I speak the truth, you know that if the force were to die, so would every single life in the universe, the galxy would become as barren of life as Katarr, after Nihilus scorched its surface with his powers. Kreia would have us do the same, only to all life everywhere." Syacha nods at Darth Sion gently. "I am no fool, I can see the dead witch's plans, as cryptic and selfish as she. Cast her down exile, cast her away, as I did, heed her council no more, and she will cease to exist. She cares nothing for the Sith, or our beliefs. She used everything, and everyone to achieve her goals. I stopped allowing her to use me, so should you. I broke away, and became stronger for it." Syacha had a small tear running down her left cheek as she absorbed Sion's words, which she knew to be the truth.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"RAAARGH!" Elron bellowed as he stumbled to his feet and launched himself once more at Sion. Their lightsabers met in colored sparks and the hiss of air, repeatedly, stroke after stroke, attack after attack. They moved around the room as a dark whirlwind of red light as they continued on in the dance of death.

"I will not allow you to manipulate her!" he roared, "You claim that this Kreia was a manipulative witch, yet you are no better!!!"

 

((Hey all, this may be the last post for tonight, I'm not sure...))

[DarthSion101]

Sion deflects Elrons attacks with his saber, and lands a foot firmly in elrons gut, followed by a kick to the hand sending his sber flying accross the room. "You never learn, kreia shields her, protects, her only so she might use her to further her own goals. The exile is nothing more than a pawn, as are you, a sith would see this, and destroy such treachery, not embrace it." Lifts elron off the ground in a force choke. "You would seek to shield her as well,why? It does not matter, kreia uses you as well. I know her ways, I broke away before they could weaken us further. She seeks to destroy the force, which means you die to." Drops Elron, who lands on his knees. "I'm finished with you." Turns to the exile.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron called his blade to his hand, "Aye, but I'm not with you." he said in a deadly whisper. Igniting his blades once again, he attacked Sion from behind, landing a blow to his back and laying open his skin. The Sith Lord's back arched in pain, and he let out a small grunt.

"You just don't know when to stay down!" Sion shouted, Force-pushing Elron back into a wall.

The Dark Jedi slammed into the opposite wall, cracking the plaster and sending dust and debris everywhere. Elron fell to his hands and knees, choking and sputtering as blood dripped from his lips. His limbs ached from the bruises that covered his body, but he healed them before Sion could feed from his pain. However, that only furthered his exahustion. Yet, he stood again and faced Sion who was crossing the room to face him.

"You ache and tire from our fight. You could just lay down and give yourself to the Void so easily, yet you hold on. Yet you stand and fight on. I must admit," Sion said, "I am curious. Why do you continue to fight?"

"Why Sion?" Elron said, bringing his saber up again, "You ask me why? It is something that you have never felt, and never understand. You feed on pain and death. That is what gives you strength. My source is different. It is a source that, no matter what, will never run dry. An emotion so powerful, it can outlast Empires and wars, decades and millenia, and it is even stronger than pain and death." Elron reignites his blades, bringing one, huming beam of light up across his face, casting his face in a deep, bloody red color, "Love."

With that, Elron once again launches into another furious attack. He switched his tactics and began to use the Ataru form, flying about in the air, jumping up above, rolling on the ground, dancing in close enough to strike Sion and then falling back before the Dark Lord could retaliate. Sion may be strong, but his bulk wouldn't allow him to move as quickly and nimbly as the younger Dark Jedi, and Elron smiled as the realization caused Sion more and more frustration.

[Tysyacha]

Syscha pronounced two words that she never thought she'd say,

especially to one such as Darth Sion: "You're...right."

 

A dark voice echoes in the Exile's mind, that of Sion's, and her own, former

master. Kreia, just as alive in spirit as she was in body, spoke once more.

 

"He's right? How in the galaxy could he be right? He only seeks to destroy

you, kill you, make you a mirror image of his own twisted and distorted form!

He calls you and your new Master weak and pathetic fools, and yet he has

learned nothing of wisdom. Therefore, does that not make him a fool as well?

 

"Now...I am going to teach you a final technique, for the Force exacts a high

price for those who seek to eradicate it. In moments, I will be no more, only

an empty echo across endless space. It is called Nyv'takht, the reverse of

Vy'takht, although they are both dangerous. The word comes from the

archaic ne vykhad, meaning "no exit". There will be no exit for

Sion if you use this technique upon him. Would you rather be guided

by one who loves you, or one who hates you and your Master?"

 

"One who loves me," the Exile said, and she felt Kreia's ghostly smile.

 

"Just say the word, and the victim of Nyv'takht will be cut off from

the Force irreparably. Forever. No more can they wield the poison

that is the Force, to manipulate it and bend it to their own will. It

is merely a crutch for the weak, and crutches should be broken!

How else will anyone ever learn to strive and to stand on their own?

 

"You won't die from Nyv'takht, my Padawan. You'll simply lose all ties

to the Force. I wouldn't worry about your eyes--many more before you

have lived with blindness. Say the word, and Darth Sion will be no more."

 

Tysyacha thought, and she made a final decision made with passion and rage...

 

"Darth Traya! Vladyeletsa! VY--NYV'TAKHT!"

 

This meant that Tysyacha had indeed used the Nyv'takht technique, but

not upon the wretched reanimated corpse that was Darth Sion. Instead,

she had used it upon Kreia, and the Exile could hear a horrible, screaming

sound, and a tearing like that of weak fabric. Kreia's soul, a prisoner of the

Force, was disintegrating, and soon her empty threatsa and curses fell silent.

 

"I killed Kreia," rasped Tysyacha. "Now...I believe I'll die." She sank to the floor.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"SYSCHA!" Elron bellowed as he saw the Exile fall. "No!"

"Estracta Fescon KIATRA!" Elron bellowed, and Sion was blasted into a wall. As he began to slide down to the floor, red bands of energy encircled his wrists, ankles, and neck, holding him in place. Then, before he could break the bands, a powerful variant of stasis was placed on him, paralyzing him.

With the Dark Lord momentarily out of the way, Elron rushed to Syscha's side. He skidded to a sliding-kneel next to her, his saber flying away from him.

"No..." he whispered, "no..." he took her head in his hands, touching her forehead lightly, then pressing his fingers against her neck, feeling her pulse. It was faint...but it was there. He took a deep breath, centering himself, and gathering energy. Only then did he realized that he wouldn't be able to at least sustain her and still have energy to fight the Dark Lord. He reached tendrils of power out across the place, seeking out and touching everything that still had an ounce of life left in it. Then he pulled. Immediatly, he could feel lives ending as energy raced back to him, rebuilding his strength. Even Sion felt the effects, though not as strongly as any others.

Then, he touched the Exile between the eyes, whispering "Weise Heil!"

[DarthSion101]

Sion With a yell of pure rage, burst from Elron's stasis. Ignited his weapon, and walked towards Elron, who sat holding the exile in his arms. He could feel something different in the force, and emptiness, and he knew what it was, the exile had finally vanquished Kreia. He advanced toward the two, his saber drawn, and ready to strike. "Back away from her." He barked. "Her fate is not yours to control boy. Her destiny is the only deciding factor! If she can survive what she has done without your aid, she will have proven far stronger than I gave her credit for." He twirled his weapon casually. "I have had my revenge, she is blinded, and her face charred and ruined from my lightning. If she can survive, I will spare her despicable life, only so she might suffer."

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron stroked the Exile's cheek, carresing her skin. He brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across her face off to the side. He then scowled and looked back at Sion.

"You are a perversion of the Dark Side, the likes that I have never seen before. Never in my life have I seen the teachings of the Ancient Sith twisted and mutilated as much as I do when I look upon you. If you are to spare her, then leave us. I will not stop you. The End is not here yet."

Her fate is not yours to control boy.

Aye, but that doesn't mean I can't help her along the way.

[Tysyacha]

Syscha stirred and awoke. "Master," she whispered, smiling slowly.

"The Ancient Sith know that love can certainly be a part of the

Dark Side. Without love of the Force, and the awesome power

the Force brings, there can be no Sith. Kreia was neither Jedi

nor one of the Dark Lords. She entertained a heresy that the

most degenerate of Sith would kill her for! Now she is dead,

permanently torn from the fabric of the Force, and only we

remain." She glanced over her shoulder. "And Sion...!"

 

"Why can't I kill you?" rasped Tysyacha. "I'm going to give

this one more try, even if it means my own life. You and your

apprentices have pursued me, even unto death, and now you

all shall pay!" She channeled the Force again. "Sion-- nyv'

takht! Nyv'takht! Nyv'takht! May there be no exit for you

if there is no exit for me!" Syscha gritted her teeth again...