Tysyacha Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 Opening Text Crawl: 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... ***************************************** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tysyacha Posted September 14, 2005 Author Share Posted September 14, 2005 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! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DarthSion101 Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jblue789 Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 "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?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 "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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tysyacha Posted September 14, 2005 Author Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 "She stole my cattle analogy!" Complained Kent jokingly. Kent took his own lightsaber. "I guess so." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 "I'm a jelous guy honey" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tysyacha Posted September 14, 2005 Author Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 Kent felt the power go into him and later out again. It was a good theoretical technique, but in practice probably very risky. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForceFightWMe12 Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tysyacha Posted September 14, 2005 Author Share Posted September 14, 2005 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! ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForceFightWMe12 Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 (g'night Syscha! I had probably turn in too...gah...school sux...sorry, done. Adios!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForceFightWMe12 Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 (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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jokemaster Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted September 14, 2005 Share Posted September 14, 2005 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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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