Two Years, Two Masters

[jokemaster]

((You're currently the pilot, and therefore the ship is yours

 

Also, I'm getting my character in the story somehow, if I have to ram a ship to do it, by god I'm gonna))

[jblue789]

(OOC: I'm not the pilot A random droid is. >XD I'm hiding in one of the secret compartments. )

[Tysyacha]

Syscha breathed heavily for a few moments, afraid she was suffering

from hyperventilation or at least an anxiety attack. After a few moments,

however, her mind grew calm as the Jedi meditation technique she had

learned from the Disciple came in handy. Within moments she was fast

asleep again, dreaming not of Kreia or the Trayus Core, but of determined

eyes, strong and capable hands, and a joyous promise from a new Master.

 

(OOC: P.S. Good night, everyone, and let's get the views to 1,000!

[ForceFightWMe12]

((Yes!! We'll pump those veiws up, don't you worry... ))

 

Elron came to conciousness with a throbbing headache and a sore body. His fight with Sion had proved that he wasn't as unbeatable as he thought he was. Suddenly, he no longer had just one rival.

He was concious of a cold, metalic touch on his skin. He mustered his strength and cracked an eye open. He took a quick glance before his vision swam and his head spun. The Exile lay next to him on the floor of what appeared to be a frieghter. He tried to stand, but found he hadn't even the strength to twitch a finger.

How did this happen to me? Me of all people? In fighting Sion, he had found that a lot of his once unbeatable fighting skills weren't as sharply honed as he had wanted them to be. Yet, how could they when all the places he stayed rarely had anyone worth the effort?

No, now he would not longer openly oppose Sion. He could sense the Exile's want of a new Master, and now she had found it. She was going to give in to the Dark Lord.

How foolish to wait when I was here all along? a smile cracked Elron's lips.

But this way...this way was even better. Now he too could learn from the Dark Lord, if he allowed it, while getting closer to the Exile all the while.

Taking deep, measured breaths, he allowed soft, welcoming blackness envelope him...

 

 

((Night all, its getting late so I'm gonna sign off for now. See you tomorrow!))

[Writer]

Falya wasn't sure why, but she felt a great sense of relief at having reconnected with Syscha... and the others, she supposed. Though she had once made the decision that they were to dangerous to be with, she couldn't leave them... why?

 

Again the question of why rang through her head. "Why?" she asked herself aloud. It was a question she had not yet found the answer to. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. Her determination to answer the question faded as she drifted off to sleep.

 

((As I am about to do and JM's right... we do post quite frequently... let's try to slow it down a little so we can all keep up, even those of us with very full schedules. ))

[Wintersong]

((OMG!!! curse my british need for sleep lol. This is going so well, can't believe the number of views, and welcome Jokemaster, try not to but too big a dent in the Ebon Hawk when you arrive lol.))

 

As Tadrick lays unconscious on the deck of the Ebon Hawk a soft voice from the past echoes through the force.

 

"Darkness rushes to engulf many things my young apprentice, and a storm approaches. There will be many trials and hardships in the coming days, and upon you rests the potential of the light, the child has awakened, and with it shall come new life to the Jedi Order. Seek her out, take her as your apprentice and take your true title as a Master of the Jedi, through your teaching shall a new age come to be."

 

"Master Gren Dai, it has been a long time my teacher, and long have I missed your council and teachings. I shall take seek out the child, and ask her to become my apprentice, but know that though the Force may choose this path for her, she may not take it willing. I see many clouded possibilities, and none stand forth as likely." Replied Tadrick to the voice in his mind.

 

"Be watchful of the Exile, she is stronger than she thinks, but she has allowed grief and her own conception of her past to lead her astray. It may be she seeks a new master, and she may be blind to who she takes to teach her. Trust not that the sith are once again vanquished, as, like many a burrowing insect, it is impossible to eradicate them entirely.

 

"I have faith in you my apprentice, as my last pupil you rose learned quickly and well, pass what I taught you to the child, and teachings of your own. Have no doubt that the child shall take the path, once her feet find it, she shall learn, and quickly I can see. Train her her well Tad, and she shall become a beckon of the Light." The voice grows faint at these last words, barely discernable from the darkness of the unconscious.

 

"Yes master, as in all things I was guided by you, now I shall be guided again.Farewell master, may you find peace and comfort in the force.

 

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Time passes and the darkness of his unconscious mind begins to break, replaced by the light of awareness, rising like a sun, bringing the dawn in its wake.

 

Tadricks eyes opened to the confines of a room aboard, what, by all appearances was a ship. Even the effort to see was causing the nagging pain at the base of his skull to intensify and pound. Using a simple meditation technique he ignores the pain. Mustering strength from a rarely tapped reservoir he struggles to a seated position, though the effort leaves him weary, with a slow (and painful) turn of the head he takes in his surroundings.

 

Laid on the floor is Elron, a slight smile played across his lips as he sleeps. In a makeshift bed lays the Exile, the state of the bed a clear indication of the restlessness of her slumber.

 

With care, and not a small amount of pain from his head, Tadrick crosses to each of them, checks their pulses with a light touch, satisfied that they are at least alive, if not healthy, he lays back down, closes his eyes, and allows sleep to wash over him, all the while a slight frown across his forehead.

 

((after everything thats happened so far, how can people not want to see whats going on))

[DarthSion101]

As the shuttle sped through hyperspace, Sion sat in a small dormitory chamberat the back of the ship. His eyes closed, His mind spread out accross the galaxy, searching through the force, for an echo caused by the exile. Sion, knew finding the exile would not be difficult, he had done it before. The exile's force signature was unique, instead of feeling a heartbeat or a current flowing through the stars, her touch felt like an echo in the dark, so he sat calmly, quietly, in meditation, searching the galaxy for that echo........

[Nymf...]

The man stood outside the academy, he saw skeletons of dead persons trying to be sith.

 

He thought a while and relized he couldn't get in. He didn't know where or how to find Revan...perhaps by his own ship... the Ebon Hawk. He thought that if it somewhere in the Data of Ebon Hawks logg he might have mentioned something. The problem was that he didn't know where the Ebon Hawk were either, so in hope of finding the Hawk he went back to his ship and flew for Dantooine, to the former Academy, any leads would be good for him.

 

While flying he thought of who could own the Ebon Hawk now... rumors had told of an exiled Jedi who defeated Darth Sion, was using it. Maybe he could find out the name at the academy, there got to be something...

[jokemaster]

The young man braced for impact, and soon with a groan it happened. The two ships colided, causing the Hawk to shake.

 

The droid pilot attempted to move, but the two ships were now stuck together.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron was jarred into wakefullness by a huge jolt and a loud grating of twisted metal.

Holy sh*it, what the h*ll was that???? he thought. Sitting upright, he ignored the pain, glancing at Tadrick and the Exile before leaving the room.

Immediatly, he felt the effects of leaking air pressure. Somewhere, there was a breach in the hull. Coughing, he inserted a modified breath mask into his mouth, and proceeded along the hallway, trying to find the breach.

As he got closer to the cargo hold, the effects of leaking preasure was greater and accompanied with a loud rushing sound.

Turning into the hold, he saw the side of a ship sticking through the wall.

You've gotta be kidding me. he thought, Who the h*ll would be bad enough a pilot to crash into us?? Or better yet, to let them crash into us??

He crossed to the keypad on the door, ignoring how the rush of pressure pushed him towards the gap, and locked down the door, sealing its pressure lock.

Now that the leak was blocked, Elron took the breath mask out of him mouth, slipping it back in his belt.

Now to find the pilot.

He continued along the corridor, and came to a second one that crossed lengthwise, past a lift that seemed to lead outside the ship. Passing the lift and the med-lab that was across from it, he entered a chamber with a large center table, a floating holo-image of a planet rotated in its center.

Going past it, he headed for a corridor that lead to, what Elron reasoned, was the front of the ship. He passed a security station and entered the cockpit.

"What the h*ll do you think you're doing..." he stopped when he saw the form in the pilot's seat.

A droid.

"Of course. A droid." he said.

Pulling out his lightsaber and igniting it, he beheaded the droid, which toppled over, slumping out of the chair.

As he reattached his saber, pain ricocheted through his head.

He fell to the ground, clutching his head. Something of emmense power had just passed across his mind, breaking his defenses and washing over him completely. The pain made his eyes water, vision swim, and body shake. It was greater than any before...

Blast the Jedi for giving me this!! he thought.

The conciousness of the other attacked him unforgivingly.

After the innitial pain, Elron began to gather himself, throwing walls up against the attacking mind, putting steel barriers between himself and the raging storm.

Finally, the pain subsided as he was able to shield his mind once again.

Sion.

He was the only one who could have attacked his mind with such force. Elron stood, shrugging off the acheing of his head and limbs.

He went back to the dormitory where he, the Exile, Tadrick, and the child had been put in. As he walked in, the Exile stirred slightly, as did Tadrick.

"Sion is searching for us."

[DarthSion101]

"your clever little mind games will not fool me elron, you cannot shield her from me. I have found you."

 

Sion stood up, and walked straight into the cockpit, to reconfigure his hyperspace coordinates. "Nowhere in the galaxy will keep you safe from me." He grabs his saber from the dash and attaches it to his belt........He sneers angrily, as he remebers The trandoshan who cost him his chance at vengeance. "When I find that foolish reptile, I will rermake his scaly hide into a pair of boots."

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: This story is turning out to be more stupendous than I ever

dreamed it would, thanks to all of you!!! As for Tadrick receiving

instructions to train Falya, fantastic! As per the title, though, I wish

to serve two masters over the course of two "story years", one Jedi

and one Sith. Also, there's a war brewing. I'll let you decide who is

going to lead the two sides and seek to use the Exile as a catalyst.)

 

Pre-Spoiler alert: I want to play out a redemption story with Syscha.

I start out Light Side and then fall to the Dark Side, but then a Jedi

decides to have mercy on me and turn me back instead of kill me.

 

Falya, you're going to be a Jedi! *does a little blue lightsaber dance*

Congratulations, and may Tadrick train you well if you choose to follow him!

 

And now, on with our tale...)

 

Syscha awoke with a terrible start. How the Bantha dung had someone

managed to crash right into the Ebon Hawk?! Either the pilot of the other

vessel was an idiot, the droid piloting this ship was malfunctioning, or both!

Wait...Sion? Was it Sion that had done this? THE Darth Sion? The Exile

gazed at Elron with the purposeful, horrified stare that shock troops have

in the middle of a big battle when they didn't know their next orders.

 

"Sion is waiting? How?! I dueled Darth Sion back on Malachor V! He can't

still be alive. I defeated him, and I defeated Kreia--er, Darth Traya. I

admit it could be possible, but I--I didn't think--" Without hesitation, she

brandished her lightsaber and dashed toward the cockpit. Was it true?

 

A final, enveloping terror washed over Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya as she saw

the familiar, scarred head above the headrest of the pilot's chair. Yes, this

was Sion, for what sick joker would have the gall to try and impersonate

him? Her breath came slowly and softly, through her mouth, and time

seemed to stop flowing at this moment. Syscha trembled, knowing that Darth

Sion was no mortal man, not even a living corpse, but some sort of invincible

embodiment of the Dark Side of the Force itself. She let her lightsaber go out.

[Wintersong]

With the impact Tadricks eyes flash open, he sits up to see Elron disappearing from the room. Standing up he looks around the room, crosses to a now awake Syscha, and offers her a hand to get up.

 

As Syscha dashed from the room, Tadrick leaves after her, intent on searching the ship. Leaving the room, her reaches the the center of the ship, sees the floating planet on the holo display, he passes by on his way through the ship, and continues to search. From the center of the ship he sees the containing door, keeping the air in from the impact. In the small holding room at the top of the center Tadrick finds an environmental space suit. Quickly donning the suit he then searches for a way to check the outside of the ship. A few minutes of searcing leads him to the lift. He activates the controls, and heads outside.

 

The vacuum of space surrounds him as he sees the escape pod huddled against the ship. He heads over to the airlock on the pod, and attempts to gain access to the interior of the escape pod.

 

The external door of the pod opens and tadrick enters, closing the hatch behind him. Once the pressure cycle is complete, he opens the internal airlock door and steps into the tiny confines of the escape pod.

 

A young man lays unconscious on the floor, a small cut showing on the side of his face, most likely a result of the impact. Checking the interior of the pod he finds the small storage space inside, and retrieves the short term evo suit. Quickly he suits the unconscious young man laying on the floor, and, once all the seals and clasps are secure, opens both the airlock doors to allow the vacuum of space to come rushing in. In the weightlessness of space he picks up the young man, and carries him back to the lift.

 

The lift decends and Tadreick re-enters the ship, the full weight of the young man falls in the standard gravity, and he carries him over to the med room opposite.

 

He removes the environment suit from himself, then does the same for their new passenger. Tadrick tends to the minor cut on the young mans face, then leaves him to rest peacefully on the med bed.

 

Returning to the room they woke up in, he sees Falya sitting there.

 

"How do you feel Falya, are you ok?" He asks her gently.

 

"There is something I'd like to talk to about if you'd be willing Falya. I have sensed the force inside you Falya, and I was wondering what your thoughts on the matter are."

 

(that'll do me for now I think I'll be back a little bit later)

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron watched as the Exile ran past him, heading for the cockpit no doubt. Sion knew they were there...it was only a matter of time. Even Elron could only shield their presence for so long. And their time had run out.

Tadrick and the girl were talking in the opposite dormitory. They cannot interfere.

He crept along, making no more noise than a shadow. Coming up behind them, he began to work his magic.

Sleep, Elron thought soothingly, touching Tadrick's mind, sleep. Your Light is not needed in this Dark place. Touching a nerve, Elron squeezed.

Tadrick immediatly fell, knocked out cold.

"And stay down." he mumbled.

The child yelped as the Master slumped to the floor. Incompitent whelp. he thought, and did the same to the child.

Now, to find the Exile.

He turned, and left.

When he reached the cockpit, he found the Exile with her lightsaber ignited, staring at the be-headed droid as if it were a ghost.

He stood just outside the doorway, arms folded across his chest.

She moved forward, toward the droid, raising her lightsaber.

Elron extended a hand, grabing her shoulder, and she wheeled around, lightsaber spinning.

Elron raised his hand, using the Force to stop her blade a fraction of an inch from his face.

"Relax, Tysyacha, relax." he whispered, grabbing her wrist and gently pushing her lightsaber down, closing the blades. He could feel her fear and anxiety fill the room. "Sion's not here, not yet. It will still be some time before he gets to us, even though he knows where we are. Relax..."

[Writer]

((Gr... had a nice long post I typed up and then my internet connection died... not in the mood to type it in at the moment... but I will in a little bit...))

[jblue789]

(OOC: Hey Sion, check your PM folder. )

[jokemaster]

The young man regained conciousness, saw that he was now in a med bay and promptly fell unconcious again.

[ForceFightWMe12]

((Hey Wintersong and Wildjedi, if you're tired of me knocking you guys out, let me know lol.))

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha, even more than before, felt her world crashing around her

with the force of an earthquake. How in the galaxy could the real Darth Sion

still be alive? Trembling, she was grateful for the touch of Elron's steady

hand upon her arm. "Relax?" she whispered. "I'll try, but when he finds

us, Sion will surely kill us. He won't want me as a servant. He'll want

me dead. What I did on Malachor V was..." She quickly told her story.

 

"I demoralized him, broke his will little by little as he sought to heal

himself. I defeated Sion, but my victory was hardly honest. That's

why he may dispatch you quickly when he comes for us, but I'm

scared that he'll do the same thing to me as I did to him--torture me!"

 

Syscha suddenly envisioned herself as a corporeal mass of bones,

fused together by sheer will and the Dark Side of the Force. Was this

to be her fate, after all of her travels and peace missions throughout

the galaxy? "Elron," she cried, burying her face into the cloth of his

robed shoulder, "we have to get out of here. Let's rally the others

if we can, and then we'll try and look for an escape pod. Right?"

[jokemaster]

((Ironically there's one crashed into the ship))

[Tysyacha]

((LOL! Syscha, however, doesn't know that yet. ))

[DarthSion101]

Sion sits in his shuttle, searching out accross the force, for an echo left by the Exile. His mind piercing cloud, stars, even flesh. His body stiffened up, as he had felt that which he sought. "I can hear it now, so clear, like the a thunderous silence, where the force should be, a hollowness.....its her." Sion stood up, and made his way back into the cockpit to enter new coordinates into his Nav computer. "I can see your mind....Exile, you fear, and rightfully so, you will try to run, with the two jedi, and the child, but they cannot protect you from me, and you cannot protect them. I will kill them all slowly, and force you to watch, then I will remake you, so that when I look upon you, it will be as looking in mirror. Only then will you truly understand my vengeance, and the power of the Dark Side. The Sith know no pain, the Sith know no fear, The Sith shall reign supreme." Sion folds his arms accross his chest, cracks his neck, and gazes out the cockpit window, as his vessel begins its jump to lightspeed.

 

The shuttle sets off into hyperspace, and the stars turn into streaks of light, zooming by the cockpitlike thousands of tiny fires come and gone . "I am coming....EXILE."

 

((I'll say it again, this is a great RP, everyone is pitching in, and writing one hell of a story. Lets have some fun ))

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron was taken aback as the Exile...Syscha. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears streaming from her eyes and form quaking. That was the last thing he expected to happen. And yet...

Elron put a hand on the back of her head, his other arm around her, holding her and comforting her. "It's alright...it's alright." he whispered soothingly. He stroked her hair, doing all he could to try and calm her. "We...I won't let him hurt you. You forget, on Malachore you were alone, and already wearied from the many Dark Jedi you had to fight to reach Sion. However, now you are rested and you have allies...friends. We'll stand together, and we can fight him. He can't beat us all..."

"Oh, but he can...he can..." Syscha said through quaking sobs.

"Shhh, don't say that. If need be, we can escape him for a time, become stronger before facing him. Trust in me, Syscha...trust in us. Together. We'll face him together." he whispered, his voice firm but persuasive.

[Tysyacha]

Syscha felt the conviction and the strength in Elron's voice ripple

through her. Sion seemed invincible now, but if she, Elron, Falya,

and Tadrick became of one will in regards to defeating him, she

knew they might stand at least a ghost of a chance. Resolutely,

she straigtened her body until her back became ramrod-stiff.

 

How could I have let anyone turn me into a sobbing and

quivering wretch once again? she thought angrily. This

time, I will truly work for the Light and drag every single one

of our passengers off of the ship if I have to. If I know Sion,

he will not stop until all of the galaxy writhes in agony, until

everyone and everything is consumed with pain!

 

"Come," she told Elron firmly. "Let's gather Falya and Tadrick

and find out what crashed into the ship. Who knows? Maybe

that errant vessel has an escape pod or two we can use."

She turned and began to stride back toward the dormitories.

 

(OOC: Good night, everybody!)

[DarthSion101]

((You Got It ForceFightWMe12...... ........))

 

Sion Lay in the small dormitory on board his vessel, his human eye closed tightly as he slumbered, his corrupted eye, however was wide open, scanning the universe, viewing possible outlets for his pain. As he lay their in bed flat on his back asleep, dreams touched his unconscious thoughts, and he began to stir in his solitude.

 

[dream sequence]

 

[ Sion walked alone, through a grassy plain, a warm sun beating against his face, he could hear the trickle of a stream in the distance, he headed to it, bent over and looked at his reflection. He was shocked to see a young man looking back up at him, a man free from scars, and darkside corruption, a man with two human eyes, staring back at him, a man whose shirtless muscled torso, was as clear and taint free, as a lake on the planet of Naboo. It dawned on him, that the man was him. As he looked harder at the reflection, the man's smile began to fade, and the water underneath began to boil and churn, and as it did, the mans skin slowly began to change to grey, and crack, his lips started to form an angry snarl, his eye, began melting away to form, a souless white overcast, within moments, the man who was once in front of him was gone, consumed by Darth Sion. As quickly as the changes occured, the reflection spoke to him, and echoed his own words...."The Dark Side flows through me it is who I am, it is what I am." The sky in his dream had become hazy, and filled with thunder and lightning, the hills, and grass faded, and turned to Forest, and dark cliffs, the water and the reflection disappeared, and he stood alone outside a massive and Ancient Sith fortress, or temple, he wasn't sure. He began walking the steps to the top, determination in his eye, but there was a figure at the top of the stairs, waiting for him......It was Revan, the lord Revan stood there in full cloak and mask, with both red bladed Lightsabers drawn. "So you have hidden like the coward I always knew you to be Revan. But where? where have you gone, what is this place?"......Revan does not speak, he just continues clutching his sabers. Sion hears a familiar voice on the air, "ZIOST"....Kreia hissed......."The future of The Sith can be found on ZIOST. Along with the death of the light. That is where you will break her Sion, and either destroy her, or forge her into your own device.".........."she will come to you, and you will BREAK HER."]

 

Sion Jerks awake, covered in a cold sweat."She will come to me?"......."I will show her the ways of pain, she will suffer, she will break, and then she will die. I am coming exile, and Hell comes with me."