A Sith's path is a dark one

[Hakora]

The path that a Sith must walk is a dark one that not many understand unless they walk it. This path will have it's fair share of deaths, destruction, fire and victory. Years have passed since Hakora killed his own family and he has become infamous for his work with the Cartel as a Freelance Bounty Hunter, but this still hasn't gained the attention of the Sith, so he must now carve his path differently. He finds himself on the ruined planet of Tython which is at the heard of the Sith's control. As he walks the planet and feels this cool breeze upon him, he can't help, but notice the Jedi satues that seem to bow before him from the war that transpired here. He came here with a purpose and could not get distracted and forget it. He landed a ship he stole from a Cartel member, he never had much respect for them, and landed it in a clearing away from any structures. He felt he made a good choice in spots, but left the ship as quickly as possible in case he was detected.

His first order of action was to repair his lightsabers that were damaged by his grandfather, "damn him." He moved slowly through the fields of the planet because he knew with all the people he killed, he was still no match for a real, hardened Sith. He also moved slowly to give himself time to reach out and feel the force. To find the parts to repair two lightsabers, he had to find where battles took place in order to find fallen lightsabers. He moved on the edge of a cliff side and past a cave opening where he stopped. He felt a power coming from the gave, a dark power that only came from the Dark Side. He began to wonder why Darkness came from this cave. This planet was one of the first to fall to the Empire according to history, but would that cause a cave to express Dark Energy? He had to find the source of this power and hopefully steal it for his own. He entered the cave and almost immediately confronted by the planet's natives, flesh raiders. They were ugly, weak creatures that Hakora would expect the Sith would have eliminated, but it seemed some had survived. A pack of them, four to be exact, approached him, but did not attack. They had crude weapons, vibroswords with no power cells and thus he did not fear them in the least. They grunted and to Hakora's surprise, one spoke, "Jedi.." Hakora's hatred for the Jedi began to burn and to be called one was a insult at it's highest form. Hakora removed the hood of his robe to reveal his yellow eyes which glowed like small suns in this dark cave. Without a response he lifted a hand to the flesh raider and pulled him in with force. Once he was in range he branished a hidden knife with his other hand and stabbed the raider in the neck in a way that caused blood to jet from it's artery. "Do not make that mistake again, I am far worse then any jedi, but you won't live long enough to tell this tale." With that Hakora dropped the dead, bloodied raider and rushed the other three, steeling their weapons and killing them with their poor excuses of swords.

Still Hakora continued his walk as the power became stronger and stronger until he found a cavern. He began to wonder why the cave was not very deep, but pushed that aside as he searched for the source of the power; a holocron. He approached the holocron, but did not touch it. It looked in great condition, but it was laying perfectly in the middle of an alter and Hakora knew that someone would not just leave a holocron on an alter for some random person to grab, would they? No, it must be a trap of some sort. He examined his surroundings and the surroundings of the holocron looking for clues to a trap. He spent a good deal of time searching, but found nothing. He then examines the holocron. It looked like a dice one would use for a table roleplay game, but was large, the size of a futbol. He knew this style, it was a Jedi holocron like the ones his mother had, but this one was not glowing blue or green or any Jedi color, but was glowing red. A soft red to suggest that it was not in use. Since he found no signs of a trap, he reached out his bare hand and grabbed it as it b egan to activate and glow a bright red. Within seconds a hooded woman in dark robes appeared before him. "Who are you?" Spoke the woman. Hakora crossed his arms as the Holocron remained afloat as he tried to act tough and important. "I should ask you the same thing." He was greeted by the hologram lifting her arms and lightning coming from them, but holocrons could not hurt people...wrong. From the holocron itself came electricity and hit Hakora causing him a great deal of pain and he feel to one knee in his pain. "Stay like that, submission suits you, little Sith. I will ask you again who are you and if you disrespect me I will kill you this time." Hakora waited a moment as he regained his breath, but did not dare rise from the kneeling position. "I am Hakora of the planet Hoth. I am searching for power so I can fight for the Sith." The woman made a sound to suggest thinking and in her silence Hakora thought on how detailed this hologram was. "The sith you say, and you want power? I can give you this power, but what would you do with it if I do?" Hakora looked up at her with a deadly look, "I would kill all who opposed the Empresses." A smirk formed on the lady's face and Hakora wonder if this was the Empresses, but that would be highly unlikely. "Prove to me you have what it takes, over there are some empty veils and if there aren't; find some. Take those veils and bring me the blood of the Jedi. There are three veils, one for a Padawan, one for a Knight and one for a Master. Bring me a veil each time you fill one and I will give you power according to the blood. Lie to me about it and I will kill you, is this understood?" Hakora nodded. "Good, now take this Holocron with you and protect it with your life." The hologram disappeared and Hakora stood. Many questions filled his mind, but he did as he was told. He grabbed the holocron and hid it in his robe and grabbed the three dark veils that were made of some dark stone and put them away. In order to follow this holocron, he had to find the pieces to restore his lightsabers.

 

[Steel]

He had first felt it during a routine training session on Korriban. Kaata had just finished running through an offensive sequence when suddenly he had felt a small tug in his gut. It had only lasted a second, but the tug had been enough for Kaata to take notice. He had felt another tug a few days later. As time passed the tugging feeling appeared more often and with much more intensity. Kaata was too proud to seek amy help on the matter, and eventually the feeling in his gut kept him awake at night. It was during one of these sleepless nights that Kaata realized what the cause for this strange feeling was.

It was the Force. The Force was calling Kaata, pulling him towards somewhere, something. Kaata knew that he needed to answer this call, go to where the Force wanted to guide him. The next day Kaata left Korriban in his small starfighter, letting the Force lead him to his destination...

The starfighter left hyperspace and Kaata let out a sigh of understanding. The Force had led him to Tython, the former home of the Jedi. Was the Force warning him? Were the Jedi returning to Tython to regroup after the Sith attack on Anoth? Kaata needed to investigate.

He felt a ripple in the Force, a place where the Force flowed more freely. Kaata flew his starfighter to the ground, eventually landing beside a small cave. Whatever the Force had led Kaata to Tython to find, whatever was responisble for the ripple, was inside that cave.

Kaata activated his lightsaber and stepped inside. The acolyte's crimson blade illuminated the dark passages, casting ominous red shadows against the wall. Not that Kaata needed the light, his Kaleesh eyes were more than capable of seeing in the darkness.

Soon Kaata entered a cavern filled with dark energy. How could a place that used to be a sanctuary for the Light contain so much Darkness? In the middle of the cavern stood a robed figure, probably the one responsible for those rotting flesh raiders Kaata had passed a while ago. Kaata sensed the darkness within this being. The acolyte reached further with his senses, but could not sense anything else in the cavern.

Kaata took a few steps forward, letting the strange figure know of the Kaleesh's presence.

"What is your reason for being here?"

 

[Hakora]

The dark side was strong in this area. He stood there letting it enter him as he thought about the holocron. Who was the lady? Why was the sith holocron in the form of a Jedi holocron? How would he kill a knight or even a master? He was interrupted by a new presence. He turned his body to focus his yellow eyes on the masked new comer and used the force to summon not his lightsabers. They were broken, but the new comer didn't know that."Death, death is my reason. Just like the raiders you passed, I shall do to the Jedi and for that I need power. If you stand in my path to join the Sith, I will kill you. Who are you?"Hakora wasn't the best at conversation and judging by the attire of the masked person, they were sith and exactly who he was looking for.

 

[Steel]

Kaata did not enjoy being threatened, especially when his very life was the subject of the threat. His lightsaber remained activated.

"My death is hardly something you are able to achieve. I am a former warrrior of the Kaleesh, and currently a powerful Sith acolyte. Be careful of you threaten, especially once you are inside Sith walls".

The hooded being claimed he was on Tython to kill Jedi, but everyone knew that the Jedi had not been present on Tython for quite some time. Was Hakora lying or was he just a misguided idiot? Kaata took a few menacing steps forward. As the Kaleesh got closer he sensed a different darkness coming from the hooded figure.

"I can lead you to the Sith, but first you must explain the artifact you are holding".

 

[Flashgordon512]

((if I'm not welcome I'll delete or change this))

"This is the last time i charter a ship from a drunk," Una grumbled as she stepped out of the flaming wreckage of a cargo ship. Wires crackled with electricity, bits of metal plating fell off of the ships hull and landed on the ground with a clack, and the all to familiar sound of a crackling fire assaulted her ears; and to top it all off Una looked down to realize that there was a shard of metal jutting out of the lower part of her left leg.

"IS IT TO MUCH TO ASK NOT TO CRASH EVERY SHIP I GET INTO!" she furiously yelled at the top of her lungs as she slumped down to the ground. "Keep it together Una, you'll get through this." She said to herself between large breaths of air, wondering and silently hoping someone with a working vessel would find her.

Right now she honestly didn't care who found her be it Sith or Jedi; she technically was not affiliated with the Sith as of yet, although she had been on her way to the Sith temple on Coruscant.

She mustered the strength to pull her self up and started hobbling towards a cave formation off in the distance, she was going to need shelter for the night.

 

[Hakora]

Hakora removed his hood to reveal his face and pureblood eyes. He had no problem killing this Sith and kinda wanted to knock him down a few pegs. Just then, Hakora realized the whole room was scattered with lightsabers and their parts. He slowly began to walk forward, but let go of his lightsabers and held them with the force as they began to come apart. Quickly from different areas of the room, Hakora brought pieces to his hands to float with the force. As soon as he had all the parts needed he used the force to reassemble his lightsabers and then ignited one as he reached the hood figure and extended it to point it at him and stopped in front of him still point his lightsaber. "Do not mistaken yourself, you are an Acolyte so saying you are a powerful acolyte is a contradiction and if you need reminding of that I will do so. The artifact is a holocron and that is all you need to...." He trailed off as he heard an explosion which shook the cave and began a chain reaction causing the cave to begin falling apart. "MOVE SITH!" With that, Hakora used the force to speed his step and raced out of the cave. Once he was out he turned to see if the other had made it and then turned his attention to the burning ship. "This day is proving more and more exciting."

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[Steel]

As the hooded figure began slowly reconstructing his lightsabers, Kaata leaned back against the cool cavern wall, watching the process. Whoever was standing in front of Kaata had been trained by the Force, but not by the Sith. Eventually the mystery Force Adept was finished with his lightsabers. Then the fool pointed a shimmering blade at Kaata and began spewing out threats.

If Kaata had possessed a sense of humour, he would have broken out into a fit of laughter. The Kaleesh snorted in disbelief.

"You know how many timez I could have killed you while you were playing with those partz?"

Then there was a crash and a BANG and everything came caving down. Without thinking, Kaata turned and sprinted toward the exit. The Force was easy to call upon on a planet such as Tython, and Kaata ran with the flow of the Force propelling him. He managed to exit the cave just ahead of his hostile companion.

Everything was in chaos. Kaata heard the Force Adept muttering something about having a good day. There was a burning ship that seemed to have just fallen out of the sky, which actually made sense if one thinks about it. And there was another Dark Side aligned Force user approaching the mouth of the cave and shouting something that was incoherent to Kaata's ringing ears. To make matters worse, the tugging feeling in his gut had returned.

Kaata hated being confused. He hated not being in control. And he hated the man standing next to him. Kaata was Sith, and Sith were good killers. Kaata knew how to kill all three birds with one stone. One, lightsaber-sized stone.

Quick as a cobra, Kaata raised his already activated lightsaber, smoothly aligning his crimson blade mere millimetres from Hakora's throat.

"Do not move. Do not speak. Failure to comply will rezult in me opening your jugular".

It would only take a subtle flick of the wrist for Kaata to end the Force Adept's life. Hakora would have no time to react, no time to scream. If Hakora tried to call upon the Force, Kaata would be able to sense the build-up and end Hakora's life before the Force Adept could tap into the Force's limitless power.

Kaata began interrogating the Force Adept.

"Now tell me who you really are before I start feeling twitchy. Your name, why you're here, and anything elze that might make we not want to kill you. Then you can start dezcribing your holocron to me, make sure to include all the painful detailz".

 

[Flashgordon512]

As she steadily got closer to the cave formation she realized that it had already collapsed upon itself, most likely due to the cargo ship impacting the planets surface. The pain in her leg was at first dull and muted because of the adrenalin in her system; now however it was sharp and extremely painful every time she moved a fiber in her leg.

Off in the distance Una could faintly see what looked like a couple of red lights, or was it just one? She didn't know, the pain from the bit of twisted metal was flooded her senses. She wondered who or what was in front of her. Was it a Sith or one of those Dark Jedi she has heard stories about?

 

[Hakora]

Hakora looked at the burning wreckage and felt a blip in the force to warn him, but he wasn't in a caring mood at the moment so he just watched as a lightsaber appeared at his throat and empty threats were made. He smirked, but never left his attention from the ship leave. What the man had failed to notice was that while he was moving his blade to Hakora's neck, Hakora was bringing a deactivated lightsabe to the man's side. With the quick click of a button he would send a purple lightsaber bean into the stomach and through the heart and lungs of the robed thing. "I do believe we are at an impasse. I must admit, I am enjoying the darkness in you, so I will answer. I am Hakora, just Hakora from Hoth. I killed my whole family and the lightsaber ready to kill you I stole from my now dead father. I am also a bounty hunter who is now looking to join the Sith so I came to where one of the heaviest battles were to find Sith or clues. Does this satisfy your curiosity."

 

[Steel]

Kaata felt the hilt of a lightsaber press against his side.

Big mistake

It would only take a small flick of Kaata's wrist to take off Hakora's head. A movement too slight and too quick to give Hakora enough time to react. It would be an easy kill. With only the minimal amount of effort Kaata would enjoy the satisfying feeling of his lightsaber slicing through flesh. The head would fall to the ground and roll to the side as the rest of the body lifelessly crumpled into a messy heap.

It was Hakora's explanation that saved him. Kaata relaxed a little bit. The story seemed plausible, and Kaata had no reason other than the threat on his life to believe Hakora's story.

Kaata removed his lightsaber from right under Hakora's chin and took a few steps forward and out of the range of Hakora's lightsaber. The Kaleesh turned around to face the Sith prospect. This caused Kaata to turn his back on the approaching woman, but she would get here soon enough, and Kaata could deal with her then. At the moment, Kaata was focused on extracting more information from Hakora.

"And the holocron?"

 

[Flashgordon512]

Una could now clearly hear the two men talking about some kind of holocron and waving purple sabers around each others necks. She didn't really care right now as long as at least one of them was friendly enough, although Sith usually aren't so hospitable. Although she could hear them she was still pretty far away to get their attention without looking like a fool.

((I'm out of coffee, i usually type more))

 

[Hakora]

Hakora had no fear of death, but he had the upper hand, but doubted the Sith knew that Hakora was faster than the robed person, but no reason to give away all of Hakora's skills, as if there were many. As the lightsaber left his throat he smirked and contemplated still killing the sith; not today. He put his two sabers together to make a double-bladed and held it in one hand. "I have no reason to tell you. You seem quite full of yourself for a beginner, care to test that?" With that, his double-bladed PURPLE lightsabers ignited as he challenged the Acolyte. Hakora had the upper hand being born with a natural ability to use Vaapad which meant he could break a defense, but also keep control of his hate and emotions and with a clear mind he could beat anyone if he needed and the time was right. He saw the girl coming, but really didn't care. All he cared about was knocking this guy down a few pegs because the arrogance was getting annoying, plus he wanted to see under the mask.

(sorry for the long time to reply, been very busy. Also, FLash, my lightsabers are purple...)

 

[Steel]

Kaata snarled at Hakora's words. If the Sith prospect thought Kaata was a beginner, then Hakora was in for a big surprise. The Kaleesh was nearing the end of his Sith training, and the acolyte was learning ancient Force techniques from the Darths themselves. Kaata had also been born and raised on the war-torn world of Kalee, and had been a trained to kill since the day he was born. Aside from his training experience, Kaata had honed his skills on the bloody battlefields of Kalee, Hapes, and Anoth. Even holding his own against a mighty Jedi Knight. Kaata would give Hakora a reason to squeal about the holocron.

"Challenge accepted", Kaata answered as he adopted a ready stance. By this point, he had completely forgotten the approaching woman.

When Hakora activated his lightsaber, it all became clear. Purple was the colour of a Jedi. That is why he was on Tython, why he was so defensive of the holocron. Hakora was actually a Jedi, and Kaata had caught him trying to salvage a Jedi holocron from the ruins of Anoth.

"Jedi", Kaata hissed as he took a few menacing steps forward. "Submit to the Imperium's might or feel the heat of her wrath as it slices through your throat".

 

[Hakora]

"Fool" Hakora may have never been trained by a Sith, but he was far from a beginner. He let his force release as the feeling of death filled the area and Hakora let his hate, rage and anger become a weapon. He was stronger than Juyo, Juyo was chao's weapon and he knew how to use it and still keep his mind clear to not make his moves become rash or bazzerk. As the force surround him like death surrounds a killer he cleared his mind of everything, his desires, his past, his purpose, everything. All that existed now was this fight and Hakora would waste no time with more words. He prepared his Vaapad stance and like a flash he moved at his target with his lightsaber spinning at such a speed and with percise movements that it seemed to become more that two blades, but instead a flurry of arching motions coming at the target at multiple angles and ending with a way placed and fluid roundhouse kick at the man's head; All this was merely to wet his appetite. Before Hakora could plan his death dance he needed to know who he was dancing with.

 

[Steel]

The Dark Side enveloped Kaata's opponent, confirming that Hakora was no Jedi. At this point, Kaata had ceased to care. This was no longer about protecting the Imperium. Now, the only thing that mattered was the clash of blades and spilling of blood. It would be glorious!

Despite being a user of the highly agressive Ataru, Kaata backpedaled as his opponent weaved his lightsabers in an exotic dance of death. Let the man tire himself out, the Kaleesh was content to wait until the real fighting started. As Kaata moved back, he hissed at Hakora, hoping to unerve the human. Finally, the duel started when Hakora lashed out at Kaata with a fluid and powerful kick. Rookie mistake.

Kaata reacted smoothly and quickly, stepping in with his right leg as Hakora kicked. This slight movement caused Kaata to be hit by Hakora's ankle rather than his foot, which meant the Kaleesh was being hit with much less force. Kaata absorbed the blow, letting his hard skull mask protect him from any real damage.

It was classic Ataru philosophy at its finest. By disregarding defense completely, it opened up a ton of openings offensively. As he moved forward, Kaata slashed his lightsaber towards Hakora's outstretched leg. It was timed so that as the human's foot connect with Kaata's protected head, the Kaleesh's lightsaber would rip through his opponent's leg just above the knee. Kaata's lightsaber would cut through skin, flesh, bone, and then nothing. Hakora's leg would be completely severed.

If the human was unable to counter the Kaleesh, which was likely seeing as Hakora had just lost a leg, Kaata would step forward with his left leg. As he stepped, Kaata would launch a jackhammer punch with left fist right onto the spot between Hakora's mouth and nose. It would be a devastating hit, containing enough force to make even a Kushari's eyes water.

 

[Hakora]

Hakora was not surprised, nor was he going into defense. His Kaleesh's defense was reckless offense, which against some people that would be dangerous and they would fall to Kaleesh, but Hakora wasn't normal nor was this style of fighting he was a stranger to. Hakora removed one hand from his lightsaber and sent a blast of force to the ground. This caused Hakora to lift into a barrel roll over the incoming lightsaber and dust to enter the air. As he was spinning, he sent a precise stab for the back of his opponent for his right shoulder blade. He landed with his back to his opponent and used a technique called Tràkata. He spun around using his momentum for power and with one side of his saber he would slash at his abdomen, but this would most likely be blocked if it wasn't for Tràkata where at the last second he would shut off his lightsaber and then back on passing the countered blade. This was a risky move, but with this speed and power it would slice right through the robed man. This technique was very rare as it was hard to use correctly, but Hakora had practice using it.

 

[Steel]

Kaata hissed with rage as his opponent leaped over the Kaleesh acolyte's shimmering crimson blade. Anticipating some sort of aerial attack, Kaata, bending at the knees, ducked down and under Hakora's thrust. As the Kaleesh turned to face his opponent, the acolyte saw another strike being aimed his way. Kaata lowered his arm and sidestepped toward his opponent's oncoming blade, Kaata trusting that his ultrachrome plated arm would protect him. The Kaleesh was surprised when Hakora's lightsaber suddenly switched off. Luckily, when the lightsaber switched back on, Kaata's sidestep had delivered him out of harm's way. He would have to remember that trick in the future.

The Kaleesh acolyte moved forward, positioning himself directly in front of his opponent, which was an advantegous position for Kaata. He thrived on fighting from a close range, and saberstaffs like the one his opponent was using were always vulnerable to a frontal assault.

As Kaata moved forward, he aimed a vicious downward slash towards the long hilt of his opponent's lightsaber.

 

[Hakora]

Hakora was a bit impressed by the movements of his opponent, but before he could be fully impressed, a stupid move was made. The acolyte was trying to take afvantage of a saber staff weakness, but in a very poor way. Juyo was an aggressive form and usually was only made for pure lightsaber fights. Vaapad was more complex than that and meant the force was more a part of the stance then with Juyo. Hakora twirled his staff and right when the strike was in range Hakora twirled his saber and removed one hand to use the force to send a force push from his hand to the Acolyte's chest. He then pivoted backwards to spin and returned his hand to his saber to twist the hilt. This caused his lightsabers to unhatch and become two single lightsabers. He continued his pivot until he returned facing his oppodent. Hakora looked to his right and saw a burn in his shoulder where he had been foolish and gotten slashed by the Acolyte's lightsaber, but it was only a flesh wound, but if he wasn't careful it could be more. He rushed back in to play the Acolyte's game and used a sissor slash where one saber came from the right to aim for his neck and the other came from the left aiming for his legs.

 

[Flashgordon512]

Una had finally limped her way to the destroyed cave with the two fighting Sith, although the journey was a short one it was physically daunting with her wound and she wondered to herself how she made it this far. As she she briefly took in her surroundings the beginning of a plan was starting to form. Right in front of her where two fighting Sith that where as far as she knew unaware of her presence; off in the distance she saw two ships, one was a jet black star fighter that was not large enough to have a med bay, and parked a short distance away from that was another ship that looked like it belonged to the Cartel. She had two options. One was to steal a ship from one of the very pissed off Sith and hope there was a medkit on board, and the other was to wait until they gave up the skirmish or one of them was killed and try her luck then. "Today just isn't your day Una." She muttered to herself as she sat down to nurse her shrapnel wound and to wait and see how the fight played out.

 

[Hakora]

Due to how all the RPs I am in and how there seems to be more needing training then there is giving training I am leave this sure since I found a more active one.