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Raksis

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The so called "Half-Sith", as the Stranger liked to tease, groaned at the thought of light and it's touch. He had been in the dark for so long now. For months he had wondered the sewage of Taris for food and sustenance, then his captor dragged him into the corner of a brig compartment where the only light that was shed was the dark red glare from the ray-shield.

He had been raised in the dark- born in it. Molded by it. Now Stranger wanted him to go out and be in the light, and Raksis refused. Stranger fought back, tugging on the chain that wrapped tightly around the "Sith's" neck and squeezed a little tighter as Stranger pulled. I'm no Sith...

The red and black Dathomarian howled with rage until the sense of peace overcame him, coming out of seemingly nowhere. He hated it. He despised it. It was so bright and raging with a calm wave of tranquility. So Raksis cut it out and fought back. That damn light followed him everywhere he went- haunting and taunting him since he was a child. Since he began training to uphold the title of "Sith". And even now, after months of dying and being dead...He was dead. There it was. Lingering. Spying. Watching.

Raksis opened his eyes and immediately shut them out of the pain of the bright light that he was dragged into. The "Half-Sith" was no loner inside his prison. He howled with rage mixed with agony as he brought himself up on all four of his grimy, scrap metal, "feet" Raksis attached to himself after his fall on Taris.

Taris...

Who killed him?

Vahn. Berand.

Who was he going to return the favor to?

Vahn. Berand.

Raksis fought the light, clawing at it and lashing his makeshift, scrap metal, "tail" out at a figure that had been waiting for Stranger and Raksis (@Wiley Winnz ).

"VAHN...BERRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!" He bellowed as he lunged at the figure who he thought had cut him in half, only to be choked by his chain noose once again and he fell flat on his back, gasping for air.

Anger, fear, and guilt all gripped the mind of the once sane "Sith"- I am no...Sith. He could hear Stranger talking to the man Raksis hallucinated to be Vahn Berand. That was right...he was being sold. Raksis was property now? Raksis was Lament. Not an object. He could not be bought. He could not be killed. He could not be Sith. He could not be Light. He was Revenge. He was Lament. He was Fury. He was Lament. He was...

L o s t.

And broken. Raksis could barely think at this point. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kill, to eat- anything to get his mind off of...well just to keep his mind off. Stranger was finishing up the deal with Wiley, no doubt talking about Raksis behind his back- WHY IS IT STILL HERE?! Raksis cowered in the back of his mind from that blasted light. If he couldn't quench it, then how was he supposed to carry out his Master's bidding? How was he supposed to bring about the Rule of Two and kill other "Sith" if he couldn't kill his weakness?

He needed healing. He needed fixing. He needed killing. He needed sustenance.

Dathomir, my Shadow. It is time to go home.

But Raksis had no home- he couldn't remember his time on Dathomir because as soon as he was born he was taken to rise up as a "Sith". He hated his "home" because it wasn't his "home". Raksis had no home. The prison Stranger kept him in was more of a home than that planet would ever be.

Now the challenge was for Raksis to carry out his Master's bidding in his broken state. He could barely speak without shrieking the name of the man who put him in this state- When was Stranger going to be finished so Raksis could go back to shadow?? Raksis snarled at Wiley and paced behind Stranger, keeping his eye locked on the other "Sith" Champion. He is no Sith...Why do we bring such shame to our people by waving that title around like a banner over out heads? Banners to be burned...Yes...Yes, I will burn them all in a purge...a great "Sith" Purge...Yes...Yeeess...


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Wile stood before the mangeled retch that was Raksis. The zabrak was one of the most sorry looking things the ex-Jazaq had laid eyes on. Not long ago, a dark-holo auction resulted in Wiley purchasing the 'half-sith' from the Stranger. The man was not who Wiley would consider a friend, or even an associate. Working with duplicitous and nifarious underworld beings could end badly. But doing illegal things was fine, as long as he never got caught.

A name kept being repeated by the red and black skinned cyborg. The moment a the tail came lashing out, Wiley brought up his lightsaber blade, cutting the tip and sending the metalic stinger clattering to the ground beside him. Likely it would cause pain, but Raksis needed to learn quickly that to attack Wiley was a big mistake. If he knew anything about cybernetic or observed the Zabrak's state, the Champion would have probably just done the equivelant of cuttiing of a foot at the ankle or wrist. Then again it could be the poor quality of the bionic parts that lacked proper nerve connection leading to more discomort than a normal cybernetic.

The zabrak launched himself, yelling the same name again but was stopped by his chain collar. The Champion took a few steps away so he could finish the deal with Stranger.

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Pain shot through the tail and into Raksis like a needle flowing through a blood vein after Wiley cut off his stinger. Raksis couldn't scream, as pain was expected during the process of Unmaking. Pain was subjective and temporary- Raksis couldn't dwindle on such feeling as it would deter him from becoming a true Sith in the eyes of the Dark Side. The very thing that kept Raksis alive right now, besides his hunger for the death of Vahn Berand, was his pain tolerance. He was not suicidal. He did not want death. Raksis simply did not fear such fickle things. He didn't have time to worry about it.

Raksis heard the Stranger whisper something about a Vision- Yes that was it. Raksis' Vision. The only thing that kept him from flawing the Stranger was his interest in the Vision. Then, Stranger gave Wiley the chain the held him bound and left the two alone as he hopped on his ship and took off, never to be seen again. Raksis turned his gaze to Wiley and tried smiling but it only came out as a malicious snarl.

What was he supposed to do?? Where was he supposed to go? His...mind...his mind was blurry and fogged by white light that made Raksis howl with rage. The only agony he felt was the pulling of the Light Side- which was why Raksis suspected Darth Bane's prolonged appearance to him. He needed to Purge...Yes, that was it...Purge what? He had forgotten, then he glared back at Wiley and it all came back crashing down on top of him.

"You...Do you think you know what Sith is? What it means?...What it once was...What it is now?...Or do you pretend?...Speak. So I know if I must kill you..." Raksis sounded hoarse and his speech was slurred when he spoke to Wiley. He needed to know. There was work that needed to be done. Work that was long over due.

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Wiley stared at Dathomirian Zabrak in a sorry state. When Raksis spoke Wiley's brow furrowed into an amused look. Did the Zabrak not realize that he was at Wiley's mercy? "Hah!" He let out a laugh. Holding out a hand he would reaching out with the Force around Raksis's throat as his expression darkened swiftly. The Champion did not want to kill Raksis, not quickly and not now. "You are in no position to make threats" He wanted to make that clear. "Do you think things would be different if you were not chained up?"

The power would tighten, Wiley knew it would be hard for the tortured cyborg to respond. Wiley's other hand would raise and slice the blade towards Raksis's neck and the sound of the energyblade making contact would ring out in the room. The Zabrak would drop to the floor, allowed to gasp for air, his collar in pieces beside him and torn by Wiley's lightsaber. "...The Dark Side is the greatest power this galaxy has ever known. If you call yourself a Sith you should be ashamed to be in such a state. But I can give you an opportunity..." The chance that Raksis was just traumatized beyond help was there. But the Champion was offering the zabrak chance to learn from Wiley and entrance into the Dark fraternity of the Sith.

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Raksis snarled again and coughed as he regained himself once more from Wiley's abuse. He crawled back up on his mangled feet and gave Wiley a dark glare. "I AM NO....SITH. You damn animal..." Raksis scoffed and coughed again, blood dripping from his bottom lip. "And your pride...Your pride will bring about your end- If you think you are a Sith..." Raksis chuckled and muttered something about humanity.

"You are as shameful as me- I KNOW...I KNOW the Dark Side...You don't have to teach me...ANYTHING. My Master is the Lord who made our...organization...stronger. You...claim truths of the power you harness...but you. Are not. Sith." He hissed and clenched his clawed hands into fists. "There is a fine...a fine line...between someone who uses the Dark Side and someone...and someone...and someone who has been unmade by it. You do not get to call yourself a "Sith"...a master of the Dark Side...for welding a red lightsaber...It is easy for all to make your crystals bleed- but it never has made anyone Sith. Pure. True. Sith. Few understand the meaning of the word...of my Vision. Few remember what Sith really stood for...I am not Sith...it is not...it is not for...not for me to carry that title like the Great Pretender you are..." The Dark Side began to shroud the Dathomarian, darkening everything around him. If Wiley tried anything stupid, Raksis would release his contained wrath on the man's throat and separate his head from his shoulders.

Then I will no longer starve.

Raksis closed his eyes and covered his face, cowering away from someone who wasn't there, "We both...bring shame to the name...I wish to be fixed...and you should, too...only the Dark Side can cleanse what Light remains buried deep...buried os so deep...in our hearts, mind, and soul..."

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(OOC NOTE: I'm double posting to keep this alive, if that's alright.)

"Think...Wiley, think...You must know death...you need to die inside...like me...Die. Inside. Not out. In..." Raksis began pacing again, anger and darkness emanating from his presence. The two kyber crystals attached to his crude necklace began to glow red. "There is...time, we have time still...yes...time to kill...time to kill...Taris- do you remember? Do you remember who killed me that day? DO you remember, WILEY? VAHN. BERAND. HE killed me...without his...help, I would be damned to walk confused and terrified..." Whatever light that once shown in Raksis was now gone, consumed by the Dark Side. He felt cold. No longer warm. Like that of a dead corpse.

"I want him dead...I want them ALL DEAD. Winnz...Wiley...You are...no Sith. We both are not Sith...we must go. I must speak...to my- NO SHE IS NOT ME QUEEN!" He turned on someone who wasn't their lashing out with his clawed hands. "But yes...we must leave...leave and go...go and leave...Find her...find her now! NOW. The gutters are my home...not that place...Nydaks and Gorgaras...Night siblings and witches...All mortal...All bleed...Like me...like me....NO. We must go there- but I WILL NOT...Yes...yes...There is room for two...always room for two. Rule of Two. Master and Apprentice. My Vision...Yes...Locks have keys...she has them all..." Then Raksis turned on Wiley, no longer glaring but staring with an intense plea, "Take me...Take me back...I must go back...he calls me there...he beckons me there...I must be able to see him again..."

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Hearing the zabrak shout that he wasn't a Sith cause Wiley to cock an eyebrow. The lightsaber held in his hand hummed with the crackling energy produced by the bled kyber crystal. Wiley wielded a red lightsaber and he stood among the ranks of the Sith Order as a Champion. Aware of the mystics and supersticions among the Sith, he couldn't help but feel like he agreed slightly with Raksis. A Sith was a specific type of being and held to a certain standard. Perhaps the man was simply a corrupted dark sider working for the Sith.

Wiley had felt less inclinded to accept the teachings of the Sith. The practices of the dark side were simply a means to an end for the Ossein. As years passed and his training continued he went through a process similar to other acolytes to hone his abilities. Wiley's mind had become a bit more accepting of the Sith way of thinking but still only considered it a job title whereas Raksis made it sound sacred.

Killing a part of one's self, losing something that was dear to him was a part of the Sith way. Wiley felt that was what the horned individual spoke about as he cowered. The mad arachnoid cyborg seemed to possibly have brain damage or a psychotic break. Wiley kept that in mind, taking Raksis's words with a skeptical expression. Some words seemed to be out of place, demands for revenge, was he talking about Dathomir?

"You assume I have something I care about, some light to sacrifice? Besides, I take you anywhere, it will be to make sure you don't die of tetanus or rabies in the next couple of hours." The reversal zip of the lightsaber blade sounded before the still stun-cuffed zabrak. Physical attacks to free himself were probably his best bet but he had lost his tail. The injured Raksis would have to make a more appealing case to Wiley if he was going to bring the scrap-rat of a zabrak to the Darth Andruil, if that was who he was talking about.

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"Take me home...Take me to be freed- I WANT OUT OF THIS WRETCHED MIND...The mind of nothing and everything trapped by the blue saber of a Jedi savior- DAMN THEM ALL. I want him dead- I WANT BERAND DEAD- FREE me...now- I need the keys to re open my mind- it is closed!" Raksis plead with Wiley, hoping he would understand the torment that Raksis felt- not being able to think and feel and speak like once did. It was the haunting doom that he would be trapped, mentally and physically damaged forever. He could never get his revenge on Berand and prove himself a true Sith in the state he was in- his own Vision would have to wait.

"You are an Inquisitor- think...think, Wiley! Your red blade will allow us on my home- I WILL allow us on my home." Raksis froze, his blue eyes flickering to a the fiery yellow eyes that all Sith eventually bore. "Tsitira Maras waria shiyi jiso Shatajia kizitasa wa, Wiley Winnz. J'us waria sosûtari ki an Nisdzukis an tuti ridasi iw ri dia anas tuti ki katwa." Then Raksis returned to normal, pacing and muttering to himself. He wasn't at all aware of what he spoke and it would be a mystery to even him, unless someone spoke High Sith. "To the queen of witches, but not of brothers...to home as red as blood...leave while can, leave while we must...Dathomir...Dathomir...Home and music to my good ear...Dathomir...Dathomir..."

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The more that Raksis talked the less sense he made. Madness claimed the Zabrak's mind. Wiley did not know the individual whom Raksis cursed. But the Champion had paid for the cyborg spider and did not want to the money to be wasted. However the two kyber crystals on Raksis's neck would make for a fine prize.

"Your manic outbursts aren't convincing me..." The sound in the room would dull for Raksis and the first thing he would feel is the tightening around his neck. For all his mechanical parts, his throat was still needed to breath and keep his upper half alive. The dark side technique of the angry marauder was fueled by how much time and effort spent so far. The outstretched appendage of Wiley's curled wickedly to continually apply increasing pressure around Raksis's throat. Restrained and stun-cuffed, the Zabrak would have a hard time resisting even if he was free. "...such a waste."

This would not be a glorious moment and Wiley was unlikely to speak of it to any other Sith in the days or weeks to come. It was cruel and only lasting as long as necessary. Perhaps in death Raksis would find some release from his torment. But Wiley would wonder if he could mount Raksis's zabrak skull with his impressive horns on a shelf somewhere. It would not be a trophy, but rather a reminder of the maddening risks of the dark side.


@Charles let me know if that's how you want it done. I can make any edits since he's your character
 

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(OOC: This is perfect!)

Raksis saw it first before it happened- but he let it happen. He was sick...too sick to think properly. He grasped at the dual kyber crystals around his neck and clamped them together in his hands while he choked. Madness aloud him to focus while being choked out, he only smiled as his windpipe slowly and painfully got smaller and smaller.

The powerful champion wanted his teachings that were inscribed into his crystals like memories. Wiley wouldn't have them. Summon the last of his strength he pressed down hard onto the crystals, compressing them with the Dark Side of the Force- Raksis wanted to go home, but he was doomed to die- he accepted his fate.

Right before his neck crumpled, he released that focused power on the two items and blast of darkness came from his palms.
The crystals were gone. They were home. Raksis died, knowing this unfit Dark Sider wouldn't abuse the teachings Raksis learned from Darth Bane himself.
Wiley already completed the first step to deserving such knowledge- now if he wanted more, he'd go to Raksis' home.

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