Recent content by J’aver Shi’eth

The words had barely escaped their vocabulator when the doors slid apart with a hiss. The dark clad and cloaked feminine figure of the Dark Lord marched into the room. J'aver attempted to follow suit with the hospital staff, they tried to roll from their bed to drop to a knee with their head...

J’aver hardly remembered anything after the dueling ring on Mustafar had reached its zenith. They remembered the pain of molten duraplast that had run down their throat and rapidly cooled even as it burnt through their esophagus to drip onto their chest. They remembered that they had called...

J’av could see Cremek as he moved, they watched as the Sith Master twisted their wrist and slashed out at them with his mounted sabers. Both Cremek and J’av leaned back putting as much distance from each other’s strike as they possibly could without compromising their own’s effectiveness...

A final surprise almost caught J’av off-guard. A pair of blades erupted from Cremek’s lightsaber gauntlet. The blades crossed his body and caught J’av own blade on the lower of the two, blocking it and ensuring that their disarming strike fell just short. J’av heard Cremek’s lightsaber adjust...

J’av watched as their prey was jerked downwards towards them, they watched as their blade lanced towards it’s flank, the taste of victory was near. Then a red quillon from the prey’s weapon slammed into their own blade, the force knocked it off course. Instead of landing a lethal blow, J’av was...

Through the pain in his side, J’av felt another twinge of surprise. Cremek had utilized his gauntlet to bat away their blade when they had thrusted for his chest. The man truly was insane, he had given up two advantages early on into the duel for a minor gain. Because if these developments...

Cremek dealt with the initial attack flawlessly. And launched into their own assault in reply. Cremek would swing at J’aver in a horizontal arc, it was a testing strike. One that was easily deflected, but Cremek seemed to lean into the strike, it made no sense. Wary, J’av took a half step back...

Cremek leapt down from the stands and into the dueling arena, making a show of his entrance. It only served to heighten J’aver’s spite. Their opponent had arrived in full regalia, Mandalorian armor, a cape trailing behind them as they fell to towards the arena proper. Behind Cremek trailed four...

The flames of Mustafar, it was a nexus of the Dark Side. A place that had permanently been forced to embody Darth Vader’s own anguish. It was an important place to the Sith Order and had been selected by Cremek for their Arau’kesh. None of the pageantry mattered to J’aver though, they had come...

The chirping of communication links would echo to fill the silence of Zorya’s escape. Everyone who had taken part in the actions on Prakith would be the ones notified of an incoming pre-recorded message. When answered, J’aver’s helmet would be the only thing that appeared in a blurred hologram...

There were always moments of clarity, pockets of sanity when the haze overtook them. It was in those moments that J'aver realized how deep their slavery to the Dark Side was. It would gift them with these moments, memories of slaughter, glimpses of death caused by their own hand. Before, they...

J’aver felt the creature scream in response to their might. They had torn at its seams, pulling the fabric that held the Entity apart with the Dark Side. However, the creature refused to allow itself to be undone so easily. It lifted the group’s ally up and immolated her. “Tch. Worthless.”...

Two families, three security officers, one abominable creature, four mercy kills later and J’av had finally reached the outskirts of the city. They crouched down in the last vestiges of cover before they would have to make a dash into the edges of the cityscape. Their eyes scanned the flatland...

Even through the filtration of their helmet J’av could smell it, the scent of ruin and devastation. The husk that was a Sith Master screamed as he was immolated, the Entity was denied its host. However even as this occurred, Cremek began at something to get out of his head. It would have been a...

Thread The Dark Side called to J’av it pulsed cruel omens to it’s servant. The warrior was beginning to become disillusioned with the Sith Order, recognizing them for what they had become and not what they were meant to be. On Kashyyyk, J’aver had fought until their body collapsed, sowing fear...