KOTOR IV: Zakonniye Sithov: The Lawful Sith

[Tysyacha]

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Twenty years after the Mandalorian Wars

and five years after the defeat of DARTH TRAYA,

the JEDI EXILE has surrendered to the Dark Side of

the Force. Now known as DARTH DVUKHSOTNAYA,

the Exile seeks to form a new order of Sith, one

unplagued by the constant threat of betrayal.

 

The JEDI COUNCIL, led by the valiant Master RIC ASA,

recognizes that if left unchecked, the 'Zakonniye Sithov',

or Lawful Sith, will rule the galaxy. The Knights of the

Light have two fates in mind for this new Order: either

the Jedi will redeem them back to the Light, or enlist

them as slaves at hard labor, punishing them for their

crimes against the Jedi Order and the galaxy at large.

 

This hard labor will be unlike any other--to rebuild the

galaxy along the lines of law, order, and true justice...

 

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[Tysyacha]

What better place to gather an angry horde of disillusioned Sith

than on Korriban, the death-scarred world of the Ancient Lords?

Elron certainly thought so, and loved the place. His wife, the

beautiful Tysyacha, would also grow to treasure it in time.

However, Korriban was no permanent home for these Sith.

It was merely a launching pad for the great war to come.

 

"Syscha," said Dark Lord Elron with a rueful smile, "you're

a much better public speaker than I am! Come, sway our

audience, and help me give birth to the order of the Lawful

Sith!" He saluted his wife crisply, activating his red saber.

 

Tysyacha, the Jedi Exile, now known as Darth Dvukhsotnaya,

kissed her husband tenderly on a place below his cheekbone.

"Yes, Master," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She strode boldly toward the gathering of Sith, their sabers lit.

 

"Dark Jedi! Hear me!", she cried, and hundreds of attentive

Force Sensitives clad in black turned toward her. Those in

the front row could notice that the Exile wore a hood over

her lovely face, trimmed in gold. Tysyacha had been blinded

by the ruthless (and now reformed) Darth Sion three years

earlier, but she didn't mind. She could see through the Force.

 

"I am here to soothe your anger, to let you know that I am here

and I will listen. Apprentices, you have been betrayed by your Masters,

and Dark Lords, you live in the secret but constant fear of being

supplanted by the ones you have trained. I ask: must this be the

way and the life of the Sith? Is the nature of the Dark Side such

that it must always turn against itself in the end? I say no! "

 

Dead silence. Such a sound was scary, even though there was no

sound. Dark Jedi such as the ones in the crowd had never heard

such a thing. Many, or at least the Sith in power, would consider

the Exile's words to be heresy. However, these were the outcasts,

the betrayed, the conquered and not the conquerors of the Order.

They listened to Tysyacha as a patient would to a doctor, or a

soldier to a commander. Such words had power, strength, and hope.

 

"We form a new order of Sith--myself, my master, Lord Elron, and the

Assassin Darth Sion! This is an order that will not tolerate betrayal.

A house divided against itself cannot stand, and so it is with the

traditional Sith. Do you not agree that a thousand joined together

in passion and power are far stronger than hundreds working alone?"

 

"YES!", shouted the Dark Jedi, and Tysyacha smiled and continued.

 

"I think so. Thus, we will comprise the Zakonniye Sithov, or

the Lawful Sith. There are only three rules, three ultimate commands

that will make the Jedi Council shudder with hatred and quake with fear!

 

One: No betrayal will be tolerated. We will all stand together, or fall the

same way. Two: The Dark Side of the Force survives through passion. Our

passions, and the Force, compose our strength. Three: If you find yourself

drawn to a lover, take one. Such alliances are forbidden by the Jedi Council,

but love yourself, love the one you choose, and love the Force most of all!

The Force brings us true power, and through it, we shall rule the galaxy!

 

"If you wish to join us, exiles, then shout out Zakonniye! Come forward

and place your lightsabers, blood-red, at an angle to my saberstaff. We are

allies, not secret and ultimate foes. I've heard it said that the way of Sith

is the way of Self. Not always. We shall show the complacent Council that

sacrifice and loyalty are the way to real enlightenment and true victory!"

 

Tysyacha held her red saberstaff horizontally, and Dark Lord Elron placed

his own saber perpendicular to his wife's. Assassin Darth Sion then lay his

at a diagonal, making a six-pointed star of red beams. A chilling, lovely sight!

[DarthSion101]

Sion stared at the exile's hooded face, darkness burning in his already dark eyes. "Your words carry great weight in them Exile, an army you have....and soon the jedi will lie in pools of their own blood....a new age is ushered in, as the old crumbles down in death and destruction.I am ready." His features twisting into an evil grin.

[jokemaster]

Kent watched the speech from afar and sighed. These sith were joining like cattle, and why shouldn't they, they were offering the same power as the normal sith, but without the fear and restrictions.

[jblue789]

IG-12 (in case you didn't know, Grievous' magnaguards in Ep. III and the Clone Wars are highly advanced IG units, and the droid bounty hunter in Ep. V is an IG-88. Also, in the Clone Wars cartoon, the biker droids that Durge commands are IG units as well, so, you can pretty much picture what IG-12 looks like) scanned the masses of Sith. "Four hundred and thirty-one warriors under your command, my lady. And from my scopes and radars, I can see many more approaching." Tysyacha nodded. "Of course, the blades pointing to you aren't completely pointed to yours.

 

Sion scoffed. "We don't need that kind of pointless information, droid."

 

"Don't be so condescending to IG, I've met several droids *mainly four* whose capabilities are... impressive, to say the least."

 

"Thank you, milady," the droid bowed. "However, out of the now 455 Sith warriors, only 420 of them have brought their sabers to point towards yours. Just so you know."

[Writer]

"Penny for your thoughts," a voice came from behind Kent. Falya slipped up to his side and followed his gaze to where Darth Dvukhsotnaya had made her speech. "She is quite an impressive speaker, is she not?"

[jokemaster]

"A good idea is not hard to sell to the people who want it, but being a good speaker helps. And that she is." He put his arm around her. "Funny isn't it, her mentioning that sith shouldn't fight against sith when that's how she defeated, or cured, or call it whatever you want, Sion."

[Tysyacha]

Distantly, somewhere among the members of the black-clad crowd,

Darth Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya heard a mocking shout. "Moo-oo-ooo!"

 

She chuckled to herself. Indeed, these warriors of the Dark Side might

be compared to cattle, with their (at least for now) docile and obedient

natures. However, cattle had no sense of what they were, no sense of

their life's purpose, and most of all, no sense of the Force around them.

These warriors were different. They were men and women, Trandoshans

and maliciously-minded Wookiees, Scouts, Soldiers, and Scoundrels alike.

They were sentients, and even the Dark Side could not blind

anyone to this fact. Unless, of course, they willfully chose to ignore it.

 

"Cattle you are not," Tysyacha sneered darkly. "That's how the Jedi

would treat you. They always say a Jedi's life is sacrifice, and yet

how many of those who say that would lay down their lives for you?

Would the greatest of Masters die for his or her lowliest Padawan?

I think not. See if I practice what I preach. I want one of you to

come up here and stand in front of me." She beckoned to the crowd.

[Writer]

Falya rested her head on Kent's shoulder and laughed softly. "Times have changed." She pulled away to look into his eyes as she withdrew a single lightsaber from her boot. "Are we going up there?"

[jokemaster]

"She stole my cattle analogy!" Complained Kent jokingly.

Kent took his own lightsaber.

"I guess so."

[Writer]

Falya laughed and kissed Kent on the cheek before heading toward Syscha, Elron, and Sion. As she walked, she told Kent, "You've always been jealous when somebody steals your jokes and takes them seriously..."

[jokemaster]

"I'm a jelous guy honey"

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha smiled tenderly at what she thought was a familiar face.

Not too long ago, before she and Dark Lord Elron had gotten married

and moved to the Mandalorians' former camp on the moon of Dxun,

Darth Dvukhsotnaya had known a girl by the name of Falya. She

had dark red hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with the

presence of the Force. Syscha looked more closely at the figures

who were now approaching her. "Falya?", she asked. "Kent?"

 

"Indeed we are," smiled the girl, and Kent Threepwood saluted

crisply. His gesture contained a touch of humor, and Syscha

liked that. What sentient could stay sane without laughter,

even a normally dead-serious Sith? Syscha raised her arm.

 

She channeled her strength--her vital life as well as her

Force reserves--into the two young teenagers. Feeling

herself weaken, Darth Dvukhsotnaya crumpled to the

platform from where she spoke. Dark Lord Elron looked

rather alarmed for a moment, but he knelt down by

his wife and felt a weak pulse there in her wrist.

 

When the Exile finally stood, she said, "See what

I've done? I've given the full measure of my strength

to two potential apprentices, and I was kept alive

only by love and the Dark Side of the Force!"

 

Applause. It was more than polite. It was grateful.

[jokemaster]

Kent felt the power go into him and later out again. It was a good theoretical technique, but in practice probably very risky.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Elron smiled, his grin hidden beneath his hood. "You are trickier than I thought. Just next time, warn me before you do that!"

He said. She nodded, a grin on her face. "Anything, for you, my love."

Looking back upon the Sith that stood before them, Elron said, "Waves upon waves of new minds, new soldiers, new lives come forth to join us!

The new Order shall be built on the Blood of the old!"

[Tysyacha]

Darth Dvukhsotnaya bowed to everyone before her. Her obeisance

was not one of a stage-actress who has just performed her best role,

or of a magician who had pulled a rabbit out of his hat. It was a

humble bow, filled with gratitude that she was indeed still alive.

 

"Welcome, Zakonniye!," she exulted. "We shall rule the

galaxy once we convert the Jedi! How can we not, you may

ask? Indeed, even though they won't admit it, the members

of the Council are much more like us than they think. Will you

be quick to attack, as you were before, but slow to slaughter?

I believe that live servants are worth far more alive than corpses!"

 

(P.S. Good night, everybody! )

[ForceFightWMe12]

(g'night Syscha! I had probably turn in too...gah...school sux...sorry, done. Adios!)

[jokemaster]

Kent remained silent, he knew he was not one of the leaders, nor was he a good public speaker. It would not do good to tell a joke to these people

[ForceFightWMe12]

A wise decision. Elron told the boy, But I think it would do you good to, one, not think so loud, and two, to sheild your thoughts better.

As Kent looked at him indignantly, Elron said, Just because we aren't in an academy doesn't mean that I can't start to teach you.

 

(Okay, I think I'm gone for good now)

[jokemaster]

(All right see ya)

Kent made no other response to Elron. He respected him as a teacher, but still harbored feelings for Elron having technically killed Kent.

[Writer]

Falya sensed the resentment that Kent had for Elron and placed her left hand gently on Kent's right arm in an attempt to drive the feelings away... at least for the moment.

[jokemaster]

Kent let Falya drive the feelings away, for her he'd do anything, and it wasn't such a bad idea. He looked at her and let her know he was grateful through the force.

[Writer]

Falya smiled and relaxed.

 

((I think it's about time to get the Jedi side of the story up and running))

 

30 year old Jedi Master Tirya Hent stared out the window of the little building, her green eyes vacant and thoughtful. Her dark red hair hung in tight curls around her face and past her shoulders. It was rare for her to let it fall... rare and beautiful. Her hands were enclosed in dark brown leather gloves, but she took them off slowly as she stood at the window. She sighed contentedly. It was so peaceful here... almost.

 

A lingering feeling of darkness continued to grow... Tirya couldn't quite pinpoint it, but she knew she didn't like it. With another sigh, she turned away from the window.

 

"The Darkness grows," she said aloud. "As if we need any reminder of its presence."

[jokemaster]

Fellow jedi master Washburn "Wash" Mal sneaked up behind her.

"It always grows naturally, like grass it just needs a trimming every once in a while."

[Writer]

Tirya jumped slightly and turned. "I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings, Wash," she told him. Then, she laughed and her eyes sparkled. "A trimming?" She shook her head in amusement. "That's the first time I've ever heard the Dark Side and the Sith compared to grass."