- Joined
- Feb 21, 2013
- Messages
- 3,786
- Reaction score
- 12
Bursting through the outer atmosphere of Ryoone, otherwise known as Brimestone, and into the vast darkness of space is a lone Z-95 Headhunter. Devoid of any indications or markings as to the fighters affiliation, it belonged to a man who had been in this universe longer than most. With a new fixation that had cost him the past decade and continued to drive him towards mastery. Knowledge is what he sought, and knowledge is where the fighter was headed. Vixur Kholvar sat in the cockpit, fully satiated from the specimen he had fed from. Locked away and kept out of earshot from anything short of the indigenous feline with impecable hearing that grazed the planetside. Brimestone was where the Anzat had rested, where he would call home if the term had any meaning to him. The lone wolf preferred his isolation, preferred not receiving help from anyone. Although there was only so much he could teach himself in the Force. Only so long he could go on without needing the help of others. And when he did need their help, he sought out holocrons. Devices used by Sith lords of the past. Devices he could tap in to in order to further his own knowledge and power. When he needed to learn, he preferred learning from the dead.
The rattled, beat-up, and unmarked fighter shot further into space.
Shame hadnt come easy for the centuries old being. He could honestly care less of what others thought of him. Though his mission had gotten far from him. Passed down from the Dark Lord himself, to infiltrate the rebellion through the Imperial Knights. He would have returned to the Order a master assassin, accessing all of the secrets and holocrons the Dark Lord could muster. Fortune did not follow him on this journey. His progression through the Imperial Knight ranks soared, and he was trusted among them, despite knowing his past. He fooled and persuaded them all that he had changed his alignment, that he no longer fought for the Sith like he had fought against the Jedi on Alsaken. Killing less there than he did on Coruscant, though so little did they know.
The feigned Sith progressed though his mission until adversity overcame all, including the Imperial Knights. Once more lost into the history books, the Knights were no more. And no more was the Dark Lord who had sent him on this mission. The one and only person who knew of his treachery, knew the falsehood and knew what it would have brought the Empire had things went a different way. Vereor was gone. And so was Vixurs future with the Sith...or so he thought.
Feeling shame for what had happened, he progressed on. Watching every move the Sith made, taking Thyferra, war with the Hutts, and eventually the peace. Though what brought him more joy was the Jedi. Rooting them out of their holes like vermin, killing as many as they could, purging out the rest of the scum that managed to survive Coruscant. Something Vixur could get behind. Though he was sure there was a bounty on his head. Leading the Imperial Knights group of terrorists who attacked Imperial cities and outposts. Little did they know the reason those attacks were thwarted were because of him.
In search of another holocron was his primary focus. His dislike and distaste for Jedi would come second to that. Only through knowledge could he defeat his enemies. In order to fight the Jedi, he needed to strengthen himself and become the weapon the Sith wanted him to be, one he wanted himself to become. Punching in the coordinates he had gotten form his latest lead, he was on his way to self empowerment.
Shame hadnt come easy for the centuries old being. He could honestly care less of what others thought of him. Though his mission had gotten far from him. Passed down from the Dark Lord himself, to infiltrate the rebellion through the Imperial Knights. He would have returned to the Order a master assassin, accessing all of the secrets and holocrons the Dark Lord could muster. Fortune did not follow him on this journey. His progression through the Imperial Knight ranks soared, and he was trusted among them, despite knowing his past. He fooled and persuaded them all that he had changed his alignment, that he no longer fought for the Sith like he had fought against the Jedi on Alsaken. Killing less there than he did on Coruscant, though so little did they know.
The feigned Sith progressed though his mission until adversity overcame all, including the Imperial Knights. Once more lost into the history books, the Knights were no more. And no more was the Dark Lord who had sent him on this mission. The one and only person who knew of his treachery, knew the falsehood and knew what it would have brought the Empire had things went a different way. Vereor was gone. And so was Vixurs future with the Sith...or so he thought.
Feeling shame for what had happened, he progressed on. Watching every move the Sith made, taking Thyferra, war with the Hutts, and eventually the peace. Though what brought him more joy was the Jedi. Rooting them out of their holes like vermin, killing as many as they could, purging out the rest of the scum that managed to survive Coruscant. Something Vixur could get behind. Though he was sure there was a bounty on his head. Leading the Imperial Knights group of terrorists who attacked Imperial cities and outposts. Little did they know the reason those attacks were thwarted were because of him.
In search of another holocron was his primary focus. His dislike and distaste for Jedi would come second to that. Only through knowledge could he defeat his enemies. In order to fight the Jedi, he needed to strengthen himself and become the weapon the Sith wanted him to be, one he wanted himself to become. Punching in the coordinates he had gotten form his latest lead, he was on his way to self empowerment.