KOTOR: Secrets of the Sith

[RobQel-Droma]

After an hour of almost fruitless searching, Jarko finally tracked Tekla to the local cantina- Just where he had just been. After taking a public landspeeder to the area to save time, he headed in. Leaning leisurely against the wall, and ordering Tarisian Ale, he finally spotted Tekla, eating at the bar. Finally... He wondered over by Tekla, who didn't notice him. "Long time no see, my friend." He said cheerfully, startling the mercenary.

[JediKnight707]

"May I ask who this is?" asked Ben, at Jarko's shoulder.

Jarko started, he hadn't seen Ben come in.

[RobQel-Droma]

"Well, is anyone going to come in and startle you now, to follow this up? Anyways, his names Tekla, a merc like me. I met him a long time ago, and I thought he might know some things that are going on." Tekla glanced at Ben.

[JediKnight707]

Seeing the look in Tekla's eyes, Ben said, "Don't worry, I'm a Jedi. We don't kill mercs. Well, we don't kill innocent mercs."

[RobQel-Droma]

"Thats a relief." Jarko muttered. He looked at Tekla.

[Tysyacha]

She turned to Atton, who was looking confused and amazed. "Hello. This

is my husband, Atton Rand, the Ebon Hawk's new pilot. He's very

good, even better than the best droids could have been nowadays."

 

"Gee, thanks," smirked Atton, poking Tysyacha in the side with his elbow.

 

"He's led me here, even though we were both looking for you." The Exile

suddenly grew very silent, and very serious. "I know who you are," she

whispered, "or, rather, who you were." A long pause. "Would you like to

come aboard the Ebon Hawk, your ship, and talk? I have a lot that

I'd like to discuss with you." Tysyacha certainly had lots of questions.

 

Had this engineer, Steven--or Revan, as he had been called in his darker

days--heard of the death of Darth Traya? What about Darth Nihilus, or

Traya's apprentice, Sion? Did he know what the "true threat" was that

Traya had spoken about before she was laid to rest in the Trayus Core?

[steven]

Ooc:Do you mind cutting the post "You, however, may know me as a former comrade, Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya." I would like to choose what my character says if thats allright with you.

[Vladimir-Vlada]

Jarred sat in the corner of the apartment, cleaning his pistol careleslly and watching outside the window. Korderon is changing, it is much different than the last time he had visited it. He had never seen much of these new buildings that now stood there: Medium Sky Scrappers, squares, main street and other thing. It seemed to him like that he didn't see enough of this planet, or he didn't just have the patience to see it. He snuffed and continued polishing his pistol.

 

 

On Kashyyk Hexen was becoming impatient by each passing minute. The search was taking to long and Admiral Onasi should have been found by now. A officer entered onto the platform, running and approaching Hexen.

"What is it, general?" asked Hexen impatiently.

"We couldn't find him my lord." began the general "The forest is too large and we are losing many men."

"Your incompetence is starting to anger me, general." said Hexen using the Force to try and crush his bones. "You are making me believe more and more that you are a traitor."

The General couldn't move, he shivered, cryed silently and whispered desperatley: "Please stop."

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted a Man to do a Sith's job." he released the general "I am going down to search for Admiral Onasi." said Hexen, continuing to the ramp, while the general got up slowly since he was in pain.

"And when I come back..." Hexen halted for a second pointing towards the officer "I expect to see a prepared cell for the Admiral. I have a question to ask him."

Hexen climbed the ramp and descended down to the Shadowlands, where Sith troopers were waiting in fear, thinking that something will ambush them.

"Out of my way weaklings." Yelled Hexen pushing 5 soldiers to the side.

Hexen went deep into the Kashyyk forest, the stench of animal fodder surrounded the area; Ruining the enitre enviorment. Hexen made it to a clearing when he suddenly heard something. He looked around peculiarly. He continued slowly across the small plain. The tensity became bigger and bigger. In the bushes, were people wiht blaster rifles. They were ambushing, watching, waiting for the right moment.

"On my mark." said a lesser officer.

Hexen continued, looking around.

"Get set." the soldiers aimed towards Hexen.

Hexen's foot steps became slower and slower, and he stopped for a bit in the middle of the plain.

"Shoot!"

The soldier jumped out of the bushes and started shooting at Hexen. Hexen quickly drew out his grey lightsabre and slashed it to his behind; deflecting 4 hits towards two soldiers, killing them. He quickly slashed the sabre to his other behind and deflected the shots up. He then ran towards a group of 8 soldiers that were shooting at him. He slashed his sabre to the lower left, deflecting the shots to the ground; forward, deflecting it into the head of a soldier; half circled right, shooting 3 soldiers and he reached them slashed to his lower left, behind over the soldier and slash for about 180 degrees; killing 2 soldiers, stabbing one in the heart and cutting ones head off. On the other side 6 soldiers were shooting and hit Hexen several times. Hexen grunted with each hit but he didn't even bother. He put those six soldiers in the air and syphoned the Force out of them, and dropping them on the ground as skeletons. He then saw to his left 8 soldiers running towards the North. Hexen created a fire ball quickly and launched it at them blowing the soldiers up and sending them 5 km away. But then Hexen noticed behind him the wanted soldier: Carth Onasi. Hexen turned and use Force Choke to catch Carth. He succeeded. Carth struggled, trying to release his neck, but Hexen controlled him. Hexen turned Carth towards him to see him.

"I have a few questions for you Admiral."

Carth passed away because he was exhausted and Hexen released him and took Carth to the Vuqlih' Stratson.

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: Is what I put in my edited post better? Sorry, steven. )

[steven]

Steven raised an eyebrow "Do you usually greet people like this or is this just some new greeting your trying out. Because I would just like the simple hello or good to meet you."

 

Steven took a better look at Tysyacha "Oh s***!" He turned around and started pacing up and down "Great. I knew I should of chosen a different job. A droid salesmen, noone looks at the face of a droids salesmen. Or maybe evern a cab driver."

 

He turned around at the smuggler and at the jedi exile "Don't tell anyone who I am! First of all, how did you find me!?"

[Tysyacha]

"A...friend of ours told us," said Tysyacha gently. "He was on board the

Ebon Hawk with us when we tried to find the Sith Lords. I'm sorry

for my strange greeting, but, well--Atton and I really haven't seen much

of anyone for a good long time. And don't worry. I'd never reveal a thing."

 

She held out her hand for the engineer to shake, and Atton nodded his head.

 

"This friend of ours was no Sith spy. His name was Mical, one of the most

dedicated Jedi apprentices I've ever met, actually. Gray hair, deep thoughts."

[steven]

"Well lets get into my.. I mean your ship. I'll answer your questions. I fear theres going to be alot of talking on my part" Said Steven, sighing of relief. Maybe this was opperuinty to come clean. To get what was resting on his chest for some time.

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha winked. "Even though this has been my ship for the past two and

a half years, I have never forgotten its real owner. Atton and I have wanted

to find you for so long. As one of the Masters I once served told me, 'Looking

at him is like looking into the heart of the Force.' She's more right than she knew."

 

Once they were aboard the Ebon Hawk, they all sat down. "I'd like to

hear your questions first, and your story. How have you...lived...all this time?"

[Jedi Atomic]

((I'll change the meeting, ok? if it's alright with you.))

 

"I didn't do anything this time!" Tekla said as he jumped out of his seat looking at Jarko and Ben. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were officials. What is it you wish who ever you ar......Wait. I think I know you."

[steven]

"Simple. After I killed Malak me and Bastila on the Ebon Hawk but she betrayed me and left me high and dry on Fest station. She left with my ship! And my droids! And my wookiee! So I found away to escape the space station and came here. I got a job, a few girlfriends and lived like a normal person. Now my question. What are you doing with my ship? I thought the the Fest stations guns did a number on the ship."

[RobQel-Droma]

"Wow, Tekla, a little jumpy nowadays on Korderon?" Jarko leaned closer. "Remember me, a friend from way back?"

 

Hexen carried the Admiral back to the ship. Officers were looking at him strangely, as if disgusted that he would go down to the planet himself and do the "dirty work." Incompetent fools... he muttered. His personal shuttle zoomed up to the Vuqli'h Stratson. A commander was waiting for him. "Sir, there is a message for you." Snarling, he went into his personal quarters.

 

Several minutes later, a Sith officer spotted him coming back to the bridge. Strangely, Hexen looked almost shaken by something, a bit enraged and yet fearful at the same time. The officer wondered who the message had been from to cause Hexen to look like that, but he knew better than to ask questions; especially with him in that kind of mood.

[Vladimir-Vlada]

Carth Onasi felt weak, butcherred and pulverised. He groaned and started opening his eyes slowly. The pain in his eyes was aslo there, pressing him, killing him. He opened his eyes very slowly and when he did he saw that he was in a dark room. He was in the middle of it, but someone was in front of him.

"Who are you?" asked Carth ancilously.

The figure stepped out of the shadows, with it's arms corssed.

"Ah. You are awake." began the figure, Carth could notice it's red monstrous eyes that were the only things that could be seen "I supose that you know why are you here."

"No, I don't." said Carth, he tried to get up but he noticed that he was tied to the chair on which he was sitting "But if the Republic finds out about this-"

"What Republic?" grined the figure "You really think that the Republic can stand up against me?"

"They can against anyone." frowned Carth while the figure walked around him, like a stalker "Even aginst you. And who are you anyway?!"

The figure stopped and it showed itself in it's full light.

"I am Darth Hexen; I am known by all, but yet known by no one; I am the darkness that you fear; I am the thing that destroys your precious Republic and I will be it's doom. So if you wish to keep it, I suggest that you cooperate."

Carth frowned.

"I don't think that your goal is to spare it."

"Relax Admiral." said Hexen "I only have one question to ask you. Where are the Vains"

Carth arched an eyebrow.

"What the heck it that?"

Hexen pulled Carth Onasi up to his height.

"Do not take me for a fool, Admiral." yelled Hexen "I know that you saw all of them."

Carth remained strong and confident, even though he really didn't know what the Vains are.

"You won't scare me."

"But I will kill you." threatened Hexen.

"So I ask one last time: WHERE ARE THEY?"

Carth halted for a second.

"Piss off!" yelled Carth

Hexen threw Carth on the wall and Hexen held him by the throath and started charging the fire ball. Carth still remained strong, not afraid to die. Hexen was enraged and wanted to kill Carth. The moment was close and the fire ball became bigger and bigger. But then Hexen let Carth go and the fire ball disappeared.

He might still be of use to me. Not yet. thought Hexen.

"You better reconsider your attitude and answer Admiral." threatened Hexen "You life and the life of others depend on it."

Carth only sat down and he watched as the Sith Lord began to exit. Carth felt hatred and wished to kill this monster that had just interogated him.

"And Admiral." stopped Hexen for a bit and Carth didn't pay much attention to him "I believe that Queen Terana might wish to... delay that joining with the Republic."

Carth rose his head a bit and Hexen knew that Carth was listening

"She is perhaps... Tired of false promises and perhaps of other things."

Hexen laughed a bit and left the cell and Carth wanted to chase and kill Hexen. Carth fell on the bench, Terana was in grave danger and something had to be done about it. He taped on the wall and searched the entire cell, there was no way of getting out, nor was there a way to communicate anyone. This is hopless he sighed. He fell again to the bench on his side and he felt something stab him in the right hip. He pushed his right hand into his pocket and got up. He pulled out a tiny sharp object. When he saw it, his grin disappeared.

Or is it? thought Carth. The tiny object was a sort of communication device, he examined if it was broken. It was still intact and he put it on his ear. He wanted to activate it but he stopped... Only one person could be hailed with that thing and that person would hardly help him, but he had to take the risk. He pressed the button and waited for ths signal to be recieved by the unknown reciever.

 

 

Jarred was playing carelessly his favourite instrument: the Bickenstrick. The Bickenstrick was a large instrument for blowing it let out sonuds mostly based on the chromatic scale. He played it for a while when something rang. He stopped and looked around, but he shrugged and continued. Again it rang, he left the instrument and started looking around. It was still ringing and no communicator was the one that was ringing. And then he stopped.

Could it... No, it can't be thought Jarred. He pulled out of his pocket a sharp object. He put it on his ear and recieved the transmission. There was silence.

"Hello?" asked Jarred.

"Who is there?" asked Carth, not realising who that is.

"Why do you care?" asked Jarred not realising who it is either "And how did you get this frequency?"

"I am an officer!"

"So what? This is for commandos only."

"Oh, you're going to tell me?!"

"Yeah, I am! You're not even a soldier!"

"I am an Admiral you idiot."

"Prove it."

"I am the capitan of the Sojuourn."

"What's that?"

"Carth Onasi's ship."

 

Jarred froze in place and couldn't believe what he was hearing.

 

"And who are you?" asked Carth.

"I am a..." began Jarred "Commando and I served waged war on Koriban."

"Prove it."

"Well, do you remember the soldier with the quasian accent. Well that was me."

A short moment of silence endured.

"Carth Onasi? Is that you?" asked Jarred

"Jarred Stone? Where have you been all this time?!"

"I resigned." replied Jarred "What do you want?"

"Shut up and listen." said Carth impatiently "My battery is running low and you need to do this. I want you to go to Korderon, there is a spy there that could help you. He knows something that is vital for the survival of that planet."

"Who could that be Admiral?" asked Jarred.

"His name is... I can't remember it, but he is a very stubborn guy that doesn't make sense and is very suspicious. Tell him that Carth sent you and tell him 'The snake is everywhere'."

"Why should I find him? It's not my war anymore whatever that is." replied Jarred calmly.

"Will you just shut up and listen!? This is a state of emergency! The queen is in danger! Make sure that she stays alive!"

"Politics are not my interest!" yelled Jarred

"And most importantly..." said Carth not paying attention to Jarred's excuses "Find Revan and the Exile. They are know how to fight this thing."

"What 'thing'? Who is Revan? Who is this Exile? Admiral, what kind of threat are we talking about!?"

The transmission ended.

"Hello. Hey! Answer me damn'it!"

Jarred deactivaited the device and dropped it on the table and sat in the chair thinking of the words the Admiral told him.

[RobQel-Droma]

"So, Tekla, would you mind coming over to our apartment? We have some, er, important things to discuss." Jarko looked at Tekla. After a few moments he nodded. "All right, I'll go."

 

***

 

Hexen stood furiously on the bridge. Somehow, he would get that imformation out of Onasi; after all, the Admiral was only human. There was only so much he could endure. He would give him what he wanted: everyone did.

 

His mind wandered to the mysterious transmission he had recieved. As if they could stand against him too... They didn't want him to adopt this course of action. But who could stop him? Not even they could.

 

But strangely, inside his head, Hexen seemed to hear a small voice. They can't? Are you really so sure of that?... You've seen them, you are of them. Do you really know the full extent of what they can do?...

[Tysyacha]

The Exile shook her head. "I can't remember how I came to be aboard

the Ebon Hawk. Two and a half years ago, I was in a fierce battle

against a female Sith Lord named Darth Traya. She used Force Storm and

Drain Life upon me quite a few times, and my memory of events that happened

before that is sometimes very hazy." She looked at Steven. "I'm very sorry."

 

Atton had questions, too. "You and I both probably know full well that the

Sith are still out there. Syscha tells me that after her battle with Kreia--I

mean Darth Traya, the old scow!--Traya told her that the 'true threat from

the Sith' was still out there. Funny. I thought she WAS the threat. I mean,

who would not consider a diabolical mastermind who wanted to kill the Force

as a threat? However, Traya still seemed to fear something, whatever it was."

 

The Exile asked a million-to-one-shot question. "Do you know what even a

Sith Lord like Traya might have been afraid of? I can't think of anything now."

[steven]

"Theres no threat out there. I search several years using the Fest Scanning becon and there was nothing. I even watched the death of Traya. Nice work by the way. Good thing I was able to end your bond time. That was what she feared. She saw something in you that would ruin her plans. So she created a bong between you do. She would of tried a test or something to make sure it works."

[Jedi Atomic]

Tekla walked with Jarko to his apartment. he opened the door and walked in inviting me to sit down.

[RobQel-Droma]

"Well, to get to the point- what is going on here, with Terana creating a fleet and an army, and with all these rumors about what the Queen has been doing?" Jarko asked.

[Tysyacha]

"Well, then," said the Exile, sighing and smiling with relief, "if there is

no Sith threat detectable anymore, would you mind if--Atton and I

need a home, for we've been wandering the galaxy for two and a

half years. Would you mind if we stayed near you, and got jobs

here at the hangar? I'd make a good computer technician, or

else I could do cleaning work. No one would notice me then."

 

Atton chuckled. "And I could, um...test-pilot repaired ships, as always."

[steven]

"I have a spare room and two spare beds I don't use. You can turn the room into a bedroom and put the two spare beds together. And I could get you a job here. But what are you going to do with the Hawk?"

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha winked. 'Atton and I were thinking of giving it back to you."

 

"What?!" cried Atton. "You never said anything about this!"

 

"I know," said Tysyacha, "but think about it. Revan--I mean Steven, now--

can store the Ebon Hawk in an unused hangar. It'll be around in case we

need it, but I'm sure we won't since the Sith Threat has all but disappeared."

 

"I suppose you're right," said Atton, albeit doubtfully. "What do you think?"