Knowledge of the Past

[Mr.BossMan]

Rattatak
High Noon
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Calvyn Eltros walked briskly through the poverty stricken streets of Rattatak. His stark black robes gently waving in the heat of the wind. The Jedi's hood hung low over his face trying his best to keep his identity unknown to the local Rattataki. However that did little to calm the nerves of the locals as Calvyn could see their gazes on him as he walked down the red stoned pavement. The temple he was walking for was just over the hill and she was rumored to be there. For to long the Jedi has been tracking this Sith, Alexia Morr.

A mission given to him by his old Master Calvyn couldn't fail. He needed to investigate the mysterious organization known as the Priesthood of Tund. This Sith was a supposedly a Priestess of the Order and it was a perfect opportunity for Calvyn to get his answers. He didn't know how the next few hours would play out but he was prepared for anything. That being said if he could get her to come quietly he'd try, the young Knight didn't want to cause harm to any of the locals. Although from his experience, Sith never come quietly.

Of course maybe it was the Rattataki that convinced him he'd soon be in danger. It seemed the Rattataki could sense danger on the rise because Cal could see as concerned mothers started hollaring for their children to come inside. Shaking his head Calvyn finally reached the temple walls. Walking through Calvyn was welcomed to a massive courtyard with a single figure in the middle. Other priest and peasants littered the courtyard but on various sides and different locations. Letting his mind seep into the mystical energies of the force Calvyn gained a moment of peace. Then it hit him hard.

The unmistakable taint of the Dark side dwelled here and Cal was certain it's source was directly in front of him. He couldn't lie to himself, never in all of his travels, has he felt a presence such as this. In simple terms it was powerful.

"Alexia Morr!" The Jedi Knights voice boomed throughout the courtyard startling nearby locals. Calvyn walked forward hesitantly as a crowd of eyes swarmed him and the mysterious person he was speaking to. "I know it's you Priestess, reveal yourself and come peacefully." He stopped walking towards her when he reached about a ten foot distance. He didn't draw his saber, he wanted this to go smoothly, there was no need for bloodshed. That being said he made sure he was ready but mentally preparing himself and getting in an appropriate stance.

Today is not the day I die he thought to himself today is not the day.

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[Valen Pelora]

Alexia Morr breathed in the Darkness. She was surrounded by the Darkside, savoring the sweet seduction of corruption. She listened. She was the Darkside’s most loyal servant, dedicated to spreading the dark throughout the galaxy. When she listened, her master spoke to her. The Darkside guided her actions. She was drawn to Rattatak. She was called to the temple. Her true purpose was to uncover the lost secrets of the Force. She devoured the arcane knowledge long forgotten by Jedi and Sith. She was a master of deepest darkest rituals. It was not enough. She craved more, she desired more, she needed more. The Darkside could only be spread throughout the galaxy if the Priesthood found the way. She would find the way. The pretenders and the sycophants could not be trusted.

The temple courtyard she stood in now had been an ancient Sith academy. The Empire’s ancestors had practiced the darkest arts behind these walls. The Sith who had called this temple home had wielded the Darkside in a way she desperately wanted to understand. The forgotten Sith were capable of great feats in the Force. Massive plagues, planet conversions, defeating death. It was awe-inspiring and it was forgotten. She would reclaim the lost rituals. She would reclaim the lost knowledge.

She stood in the courtyard praying to the Darkside. He was searching for a hint of the temples old masters. She was searching for a sign. She could sense the secrets, the answers. The key to unlocking the old ways was just beyond reach. She smirked as a familiar feeling crept into the pit of her stomach. The temple required sacrifice. Her smile grew wider. She had worn a plain brown robe to conceal her ornate garb. She had arrived in a nondescript fighter. The people of Rattatak did not know she lurked amongst them, they would soon learn. She took one deep breath and prepared to make her sacrifice.

A searing white light lanced through her mind. The Light. Jedi. Nonbeliever. The heretics were the bane of the galaxy, spreading false theology of a Force that loved no one. Freedom could only be gained through servitude to the Darkside. The Light was a lie that had to be snuffed out. The heretics had to be culled. She drank in the Darkside as she felt the nonbeliever approach. She kept her back to the fool even as he called out her name. She did not turn until the interloper was finished prattling on. Idiot. She did not have time for this, her studies required her full attention. A sickly grin blossoming across her beautiful features, she finally turned to face the Jedi. She threw off the plain brown robes to reveal her dark, ornate robes. She didn’t know this man. He’d die just the same.

“Peace? What do the Jedi know of peace? You are nothing but warmongering hypocritical heretics. There is peace in darkness. I will show you.”

Her Lightsaber snap-hissed to life as it sprung into her hand. Her body easily slipped into her Ataru stance. She was a sorceress, a priestess, and scholar. ‘Dueling’ disrupted her work. She spent hours training her mind, and body each day to ensure no Sith would be foolish enough to try. The Jedi wasn’t as smart. With a deep breath, her had shot outward and a purple blue blast of the Force erupted from her hand. The Lightning screamed towards the Jedi’s chest.

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At first the woman didn't show her face to Calvyn; he was left only to imagine what the devil looked like behind her robes. Sadly it seemed the onlookers were more curious than he was. As the Jedi stood still, feet - shoulders with apart, they crept closer. He couldn't do anything about it, he was to focused on the Priestess, they however seemed to gravitate towards the strangers in black. Twenty of them walking straight towards the danger; bewitched by the presence of a Darksider. Suddenly she turned around and Calvyn swore he heard the locals gasp. Then the Jedi Knight heard Alexia's voice beak the silence, cold and venomous.

"Peace? What do the Jedi know of peace? You are nothing but warmongering hypocritical heretics. There is peace in darkness. I will show you." Then suddenly her Lightsaber clicked on and Cal's followed directly after hers. Just in time as a wave of Force Lightning erupted from Alexia's left hand. Calvyn held up his Lightsaber across his chest and let out a rigid yell. He could feel the force and raw power coming from her. Then he remembered the locals, and with a glance he saw them. Still to stiff with fear to move, he knew he had to do something.

Letting out another mighty growl Cal's voice could be heard over the crackels of lightning spewing all around. "Run you fools!" Was all he said and needed to say because everyone in the temple started to run like never before. After that Calvyn practically couldn't hold up his saber anymore. He noticed he was being pushed back, just a few inches, but he was being slid by Alexia's force lightning. That's when he noticed a boy still stuck in fear. He was maybe five feet away from Cal, to terrified to move because the lightning was so close.

Cal was trying to think but his focus was split between the boy and the lightning. The boy, now crying, had his hands over his ears and was blatantly screaming. For what or whom Calvyn couldn't decipher through the thunder around him. With no other choice Cal tried a desperate move, swinging his saber to his right with all his force. There was a loud boom and the next thing Cal knew he was airborne. Then he was tumbling through trimmed grass. After a hazy next couple of seconds he realized he was thrown by the lightning a few yards away. Gritting his teeth Cal came up on one knee, his Lightsaber still in his hand. Calvyn never dropped his saber. That being said it was deactivated.

The Jedi spit out blood on the grass he was kneeling in. That's when he noticed another body close by, the boys. He wasn't moving and Calvyn knew the boy was dead. Already an innocent life was taken. However now was not the time for pity. Looking back towards his opponent Calvyn swallowed his anger and jumped high and fast in the air. He let the force guide him and landed directly behind the Priestess. He took a quick swipe at her mid-rif, his goal was to decapitate the Sith from the waist down. (Or up?)

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[Valen Pelora]

Alexia’s face was lit by the purple-blue lightning pouring from her fingertips. A cruel smile cracked her beautiful features. She could taste the fear. The villagers were terrified, paralyzed by the sheer presence of the Darkside. She would bathe the nonbelievers in the Darkness. She would give them faith, she would make them see. There was no Light. There was only the Dark. Her smile became a grimace as the valiant heretic urged the villagers to flee. The flock began to scream and run. The Darkside would still find them. They would never be safe again.

The pure raw power of the Darkness emanated from Alexia. The heretic would burn. The faith demanded he be culled. Heretics could not be saved, they could only be removed. She would not fail. He continued her assault on the misguided cretonne. He was holding back, why? Her eyes were drawn to the screaming child. Noble foolish Jedi. Alexia threw more of herself into the Darkside, giving her essence to her master. The lightning grew stronger. The nonbeliever was forced to act, with one strong move he directed her bombardment. The air cracked. The courtyard flashed.

She watched as the Jedi was thrown. The dark soared through her, pleasure sparked in her eyes. The boy was dead. She took no joy in pointless death. The child would be joined with the Darkness, he would know true peace. He would no longer suffer the mortal coils of a galaxy bathed in light. She had set him free. The Darkside screamed warning in her mind as the Jedi flew through the air. Suddenly, he was behind her swinging his Lightsaber. Alexia smirked. While the Jedi swung, she flipped. Her body contorted into an aerial backflip. She landed a short distance from the Jedi, her feet shifting back to Ataru.

“Careful Jedi, I can feel the darkness in of you. You killed that boy. I am an Imperial Priestess, we do not spread needless death. We preach the true faith. The child is dead because you chose violence. You, and your misguided Army, know nothing. You are becoming what you seek to destroy. You act before you think because you hate the Sith. You hate me. Feel it Jedi, let is wash over you. Know the truth that is the Darkside, it will set you free.”

She rushed at the heretic. Her Lightsaber blade held low near her hip. She closed the distance in a flash, she feinted an upward slash. As her Saber neared the Jedi’s chest she quickly stabbed forward. Wasted lives did not serve the Darkness. The killing of the Jedi was different. Her faith demanded his death, the dark would claim him. It was her duty.

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Calvyn could hardly hear Alexia speak to him. His ears rang in confusion and lost echo's, his mind was to cluttered to think. Slowly the words of the Priestess started to sink in. He could hear her voice rambling on about the true faith and the boy. Blaming Cal for something he didn't do, she used the lightning that killed him. It was her fault. The Jedi Knight didn't have time for a remark, instead he was being forced to react to a charging demon.

It seemed the girl was a blur of motion then suddenly she appeared right in front of him. A long slash coming from his feet towards his neck, but it was a trick, the saber was actually about to pirece his chest. His body reacted quicker then his mind did and Calvyn spun. Mere inches from Alexia's crimson saber, tearing a whole in his favourite black robe. During his spin Calvyn used his momentum to strike Alexia in the face with a hard elbow. Then once he came out of the spin he instantly planted his feet in an Ataru stance. Holding out his right hand, the hand that held his saber, Calvyn sent a massive wave of the force at the Priestess. In an attempt to send her tumbling through the air and crashing into the stone walls of the temple.

After that Calvyn would walk to her, yelling at the Priestess with a fury.

"This is your doing Priestess!" Calvyn said as he walked by the deceased boy. "You preach the Dark side to be such a blessing and yet you don't even realize the damage you cause. The lives you destroy, the fear you instill." Calvyn was getting near now, and he started to whip his saber around in his hand. He then spoke under his breath, it was meant to be a thought but the words came out instead. "The pain you've caused..."

 

[Valen Pelora]

Her saber found cloth instead of flesh, pain bloomed across Alexia’s face. The darkness consumed her suffering, fueling her fire. She moved to follow her strike when she felt an out pouring of the Force. It was a flash of Light beaming from the Jedi. She had a moment to react. She prayed and the Darkside provided. She was wrapped in the steely embrace of the darkness. The Force wave struck, her world spun, her eyes watered, and her back ached. She found herself pressed against a stone wall, cracks spiraling out from where she had struck. She could feel bruises forming on her back and arms. The darkness ate her pain. Her faith had protected her from the worst. The Darkside was her shield.

She could taste blood in her mouth from where the elbow had struck home. The Jedi was walking towards her now, spewing forth heretic lies. The Jedi was blinded by his own hypocritical faith. Her hand slowly probed her face, nothing felt broken. Her teeth were intact, the blood streaming from where she had bitten her cheek. She felt anger rising in her soul. Her beauty was a gift from the Darkness, a tool to be used to convert the nonbelievers. She would suffer no mark against it. She swallowed her anger, her face was fine. The foolish ‘hero’ was close now. She spat blood from her mouth and smiled. A wicked grin streaked with red.

“Did I come searching for you? Did I draw my saber on you? Did I demand your surrender?” She laughed as the Darkside built inside her. “Pain is the only truth in this life. We suffer so that we may grow. Those are the gifts of the Darkside. You sought me out Jedi, what is it you wish to learn?”

She unleashed another torrent of Lightning from her left hand. A single powerful blast of purple and blue. She followed her attack, leaping through the air. The Darkside was her guide, her constant protector. She offered a silent prayer as she soared towards the Jedi. She felt the comforting embrace of the darkness. Her faith rewarded. She was near the nonbeliever. She brought her Lightsaber down in a vicious overhand slash. She would give the heretic a chance to grow, she would make him feel pain, she would make him suffer. Her face was lit by the red glow hurtling towards the Jedi.

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"It is my wish that you pay for your crimes! It is my wish that every Sith, from all walks of life and all corners of the galaxy, find the Justice they deserve. It is my choice that through the Force I fight for the weak by punishing the wicked. For now my task is to bring you in Sorceress, and I will always complete my mission."

With that a bolt of lighting came flying at Calvyn; having no time to think his body took over. Calvyn dove to the left, away from the blast, and tucked his fall into a roll. When he came out of the roll, just moments later, Alexia was on top of him. Her saber mere inches away from Calvyn's head, however Cal's saber too was right next to Alexia's. The two force users had their sabers locked, looking at each others faces while they strained to push the other back. Cal's grey light against Alexia's red.

That's when Calvyn noticed the red and gold flakes in her eyes. It was then that Calvyn knew this woman was totally consumed by the Darkside, blinded by her misguided ideals. He could feel the chasm in the force they were causing during the duel. It felt like the energy of the force was fighting itself just like Cal and Alexia were doing. It was hard to explain but it felt like the very ground they stood on, and the sky they looked upon, was also fighting. Calvyn's theory was proven as he saw the ground by Alexia's feet.

All the plant life, such as the grass and the few trees on her side, were dead. Calvyn could tell from the sky that a massive storm was building behind Alexia and behind Cal there was clear skies.

"Look at you!" He yelled over the loud, constant, hmm of their sabers just inches apart from each other. "You're lost and consumed by power! Stop this madness! End it!"

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[Valen Pelora]

Alexia’s smile became a grimace as she strained against the Jedi. Contrasting Lightsabers were locked inches apart, one small slip and the darkness would take you. Darkness poured from the Priestess, she could feel the Darkside whispering in her mind. Kill the heretic. Snuff out the Light. Spread the faith. The Darkness was with her. The words of the Jedi were lost on her. She had only one desire. To please the Darkside, to kill the Jedi. The world bled away. Her focus was singular. She felt nothing else. She was an instrument, the darks most loyal servant. She would kill the Jedi. Alexia pushed harder.

The Jedi’s sleeve slipped back revealing his left wrist, her eyes snapped to the bare skin. Her mind reeled. Impossible. She slammed her Lightsaber forward, creating a small window of separation. The Darkside filled her body. She jumped backward in a beautiful acrobatic ark. She landed a short distance from the Jedi. Her Lightsaber was held close to her hip. She anxiously twirled the blade, pacing back and forth. Anxiety suffused the Force. Her robes billowed around her as wind whipped through the courtyard.

“Who are you.” Her voice was harsh, hoarse. She pointed at the Jedi. “WHO ARE YOU!” She knew that mark on his wrist. She knew that family.

The Eltros line was old, almost as old as the Sith themselves. The history of the Sith was filled with powerful ancient Eltros. The family had faded from power long ago, they were extinct. She had encounter a few who claimed to be from the old line. All were false. There had not been a true Eltros in an age. This she knew for certain, the Eltros line had deeply hidden secrets. The Eltros line had been strikingly strong sorcerers. She had heard rumors of knowledge locked away when the families power began to wane. Who was this Jedi, what was this Jedi?

“Who gave you that mark?” Fear played across her face. “Answer me Jedi!” She tried to keep her emotions buried deep. She was failing. The shock was overwhelming her.

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Calvyn got no answer from the priestess as their blades were locked. So the Knight pushed harder and harder, soon he'd over power his smaller foe. Before he could finish her though the Sith jumped back, using the force to propel her further and twist her body almost elegantly. Alexia landed smoothly and almost perfectly ten feet from Cal. The storm was now upon them and it clashed against the two force sensitives. Cal's hearing was being muddied up against the constant roar of the wind. But still he stood there, saber in hand but pointing away and towards the ground. Alexia's voice could be heard over the wind; although it was difficult.

She screamed at him from across the way, yelling for him to answer who he was. Calvyn didn't respond instead he began to walk slowly forward, his saber still at his side. The scene was getting intense now, Cal could see the trees start swaying from the wind. His eyes however hung a loose stare towards the beautiful witch. His mind was clear for the most part, but all of that changed when Alexia spoke again. “Who gave you that mark?” She screamed at him, a hint of fear in her voice; but Cal sensed it was not him she was scared of, instead, something told him it was his tattoo the priestess feared. “Answer me Jedi!” The Sorceress continued except this time her voice was more violent, as if she needed the answer.

A sudden title wave of emotion hit the young Jedi Knight. The remark about his tattoo was enough to stop Calvyn in his tracks. He took a quick glance at his marking, which was on the under side of his left forearm. Given to him at an age he does not remember, to people he never had the privilege of meeting. Calvyn forced himself out of his thoughts and back to his brutal reality; thunder striking in the distance. Now he looked at the priestess, anger evident on his face, he thrusted his lightsaber hand at the woman. Using his saber like a pointer, accusing the witch of a mortal wrongdoing against Calvyn.

"What do you know of my mark; witch!" He screamed in defiance, demanding answers from the witch - not questions, his whole life has been nothing but questions - he yelled again for answers. "Do you know what it means!?" His eyes were narrow, curious, demanding, mysterious. For the first time in a long time Calvyn felt hope, clinging to a small branch hanging from a mountain face, his heart beating in his chest. He needed to know what his marking meant.

Calvyn Eltros needed his forgotten past.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Thunder rumbled, lightning cracked, and the sky opened. Rain poured down, whipping through the courtyard. In a heartbeat, Alexia’s hair was plastered to her face. She pushed the hair from her face and wiped the rain from her eyes. She could hear the rain hissing as it touched her Lightsaber. Her robes clung to her body. The Jedi was yelling, pointing his Lightsaber at her. He questioned what she knew. Alexia recognized the strain in his voice. The uncertainty echoing in the Force. She had thought this was some sick game, a test of the Darkside. Pit her against a dead family to test her devotion. She was wrong.

The Jedi did not know who he was, did not know what he was. The Eltros crest was saved for family members. Thralls, slaves, and servants would not have been marked. Not in this way. This was impossible, it could not be real. It had to be a trick. A dead man was standing in front of her, she should not believe it. Yet, she needed to know. The Eltros family had old hidden secrets she wanted. Lord Cain would reward her if she could return such blood to the Priesthood. She had to take a chance. If she was wrong the Jedi would die. However, if she was right. A shiver ran up her spine, the possibilities were tremendous.

Alexia met the nonbeliever’s eyes. “You don’t know what you are?” Her Lightsaber hung loosely in her hand. “You are like me Jedi.” She smiled and threw herself wide open in the Force. She hid nothing, her emotions lain bare. The heretic would know she was speaking the truth. “We are the same. That mark belongs to the Eltros family. The blood that flows through you has served the Darkside since the beginning. You are Sith.” She laughed, the Darkside had given ever a great gift. The irony of the self-righteous Jedi being brought low by a blood of his ancestors.

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