Legen Whiteheart
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I finally make it to the Gates of the Sith Lords, huh, hurry up i need power quick, i stand outside waiting for this Darth Aper to show.
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Meeting One of Them
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“You’re late…” Echoed a response to the thoughts of the newest arrival, the whisper, although clear, completely enshrouded by mystery as the voice’s bearer seemed invisible to the naked eye, until the recognizable glimmer of a cruelly edged blade bounced off the revealing light of the moon in a single crystalline ray at the hopeful’s eyes, blinding him, if only for a moment, until his iris contracted around his pupil and adapted to the sharp, singularly light emerging from the shadows. “Surprising, considering the urge boiling in your veins…” It remarked quite uninterestingly, as if such urgency was something he had seen enough amongst the Sith and their Apprentices, and which was something he expected to see much again, as idiotic as it seemed to him… He cared little in fact for the young one’s hopes into the teachings of the order, even though that absence of sympathy was superseded by the value he put in for the man’s life, which he evaluated as near to nothing as he stood sitting upon the cold granite stairs that led to the deserted audience room of the Dark Lord, analyzing every movements and every thought the Apprentice made with little more than an uninterested gaze.
He suspended his words at that, leaving the hopeful the honors of greeting himself first, if proper etiquette was something he valued, or to simply react to his response in return… Whichever one he chose, he held little hope for that one, as he did in all things around him.
He suspended his words at that, leaving the hopeful the honors of greeting himself first, if proper etiquette was something he valued, or to simply react to his response in return… Whichever one he chose, he held little hope for that one, as he did in all things around him.
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"So you think your pritty strong, your appearance looks alittle weak if you ask me, Aper, iam Legen Whiteheart if you must know", but i can't shake the cold feeling he's giving out, just by gazing at me, there is somthing a mist with this guy, i feel nothing.., i walk alittle closer, hoping he won't strike out towards my position, maybe wanting to test my ability.
The blade remained firmly in the Assassin’s leather belt as the student approached the Sith that had yet to present himself, although his name had already been exposed, it mattered little in his mind. The clouds slowly unveiled the moon with his every steps until its silver light took its place from the shadows, revealing the slender, although defined form of the killer.
“Thinking is a luxury that wastes time, and one that I neither possess nor wish to seize; I know, that is all…” He quickly darted back at the Apprentice in a response that was spat back so calmly that it seemed to cut through the air like the razor edge of the swords he carried.
The absence of thoughts, and even the mere presence within the Force that the Sith displayed would have been alarming by any Jedi standards, unseen even by most of the recorded knowledge of their archives although little could be said as it simply represented the very paradox to the meaning of existence. Even in plain sight, the Assassin was like a shadow; unseen and silent… though eternally feared.
“It is in your nature to assume much from such simple greeting, is it not? For while you leave your thoughts as opened and unchecked for me to read, you, with all your efforts, are not able to hear or see anything within me…” He concluded at length as he followed the course of the young man’s own analyze of his new Master, followed then by a long pause into which silence boldly took its place between the two, oppressing them both with its foreboding presence. Yet, the Sith did not flinch at this intrusion, as if he had expected such discomfort to make its way within their conversation, and relished in its presence, simply standing in quiet reverence as an epitome of its very essence… the essence of fear.
For a single instant, it seemed as though cold blue stars flashed where the Assassin’s eyes should have been… igniting the very foundation of the irrevocable feeling within the heavy atmosphere.
“You should know better than to assume that one who drowns himself within the shadows of the unknown is weak, little one.” He added, his voice resonating with such callousness that it shivered the walls and damped the room further under the silence’s weight.
Silent like the hush of a predator ready to leap at his prey, the Assassin waited his future student’s response.
“Thinking is a luxury that wastes time, and one that I neither possess nor wish to seize; I know, that is all…” He quickly darted back at the Apprentice in a response that was spat back so calmly that it seemed to cut through the air like the razor edge of the swords he carried.
The absence of thoughts, and even the mere presence within the Force that the Sith displayed would have been alarming by any Jedi standards, unseen even by most of the recorded knowledge of their archives although little could be said as it simply represented the very paradox to the meaning of existence. Even in plain sight, the Assassin was like a shadow; unseen and silent… though eternally feared.
“It is in your nature to assume much from such simple greeting, is it not? For while you leave your thoughts as opened and unchecked for me to read, you, with all your efforts, are not able to hear or see anything within me…” He concluded at length as he followed the course of the young man’s own analyze of his new Master, followed then by a long pause into which silence boldly took its place between the two, oppressing them both with its foreboding presence. Yet, the Sith did not flinch at this intrusion, as if he had expected such discomfort to make its way within their conversation, and relished in its presence, simply standing in quiet reverence as an epitome of its very essence… the essence of fear.
For a single instant, it seemed as though cold blue stars flashed where the Assassin’s eyes should have been… igniting the very foundation of the irrevocable feeling within the heavy atmosphere.
“You should know better than to assume that one who drowns himself within the shadows of the unknown is weak, little one.” He added, his voice resonating with such callousness that it shivered the walls and damped the room further under the silence’s weight.
Silent like the hush of a predator ready to leap at his prey, the Assassin waited his future student’s response.
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"Just because you showed a display of speed means nothing, why not start training me, i want to bring peace and democracy to the galaxy, because my love was stripped from my live, i will bring order to the Jedi, now will you train me in the arts of the Sith, so i may be the destroyer of the Jedi.
Life stood still for his breath to be spoken, as the eyes of that demonic creature covers my single body and mind, tension rush's over my very soul to the core and ripped back out, i bring myself carm again by just taking a deep breath.
Life stood still for his breath to be spoken, as the eyes of that demonic creature covers my single body and mind, tension rush's over my very soul to the core and ripped back out, i bring myself carm again by just taking a deep breath.
“Silence, fool!” The words cut through the man’s speech before he had a chance to finish as sharply as a blade would have through the tender flesh of a gizka, reverberating with a sudden fire most unfamiliar to those who dared believed they knew the Assassin as a sharp, singular note exploded within the rooms incessant echo with even more ferocity than the thunderous clash of two opposing sabers and the violent ear-deafening screams that had manifested themselves in the surrounding Force.
There was a lone instant into which the room was blinded by the white-hot flames of lightning that struck outside, just in that moment, and as its tortuous illumination receded, it could be clearly seen that the ground before the Jedi had been torn; the fine line before his feet clearly demonstrating the surgical precision of the cut and how one could leave their imagination to wonder what would have happened had the Apprentice taken another step.
In the dim, silver light of the moon, the Assassin now stood, a palm fully stretched out towards Legen without so much as addressing him a glance, the disdain in his slow, gracious gestures clearly showing that the man’s arrogance had taken his words too far.
“You want to bring peace and democracy to the galaxy?” He spat in a whispered chuckle that seemed more like the growl of a hungering beast. If the Sith had so far, proven himself to be somewhat forthcoming, for a Sith, this feeling had now been eradicated and long forgotten, there only lingered the oppressing and maddening silence.
“You still speak like a Jedi, and fail even now to understand your enemy; those values were only supported by Jedi, and will die with the Jedi. Don’t you dare believe otherwise or I will personally bleed the life from your veins to spare you the fate my Dark Lord would give you in my place should such idiocy ever reach his ears.” He pointed out as if the matter was irrevocable, his tone clearly showing that the Assassin did not wish another of Legen’s response…
“To me, you are nothing, for I share neither sympathy nor interest in whatever reasons brought you here… And because you were a Jedi and that you trained to suppress your emotions since such a young age, it corrodes you now to your very core because you have never been able to feel before…” He paused for a moment, eyeing the man for a moment as if he knew what had truly pushed him to align himself to the Sith, and for an instant, it could have been nearly believed that a grin had etched itself below the cloth mask that covered the figure’s identity. “… Events, which needs not to be named.” He finally spoke at length, regaining most of his former, grim calm that would petrify even another Sith to his bone, so dark were the meaning behind his every words… For none could truly see past the shadows of the Assassin’s mind.
“Know that they are unimportant, and that using your past as an excuse as to where you are now will bring you nowhere… Not in life at least; you will have an eternity to dwell and lament about it when you die, so save it for then.” He spoke, letting his arm drop before crossing them over his chest and approaching the man.
“Now tell me; why you are here…”
There was a lone instant into which the room was blinded by the white-hot flames of lightning that struck outside, just in that moment, and as its tortuous illumination receded, it could be clearly seen that the ground before the Jedi had been torn; the fine line before his feet clearly demonstrating the surgical precision of the cut and how one could leave their imagination to wonder what would have happened had the Apprentice taken another step.
In the dim, silver light of the moon, the Assassin now stood, a palm fully stretched out towards Legen without so much as addressing him a glance, the disdain in his slow, gracious gestures clearly showing that the man’s arrogance had taken his words too far.
“You want to bring peace and democracy to the galaxy?” He spat in a whispered chuckle that seemed more like the growl of a hungering beast. If the Sith had so far, proven himself to be somewhat forthcoming, for a Sith, this feeling had now been eradicated and long forgotten, there only lingered the oppressing and maddening silence.
“You still speak like a Jedi, and fail even now to understand your enemy; those values were only supported by Jedi, and will die with the Jedi. Don’t you dare believe otherwise or I will personally bleed the life from your veins to spare you the fate my Dark Lord would give you in my place should such idiocy ever reach his ears.” He pointed out as if the matter was irrevocable, his tone clearly showing that the Assassin did not wish another of Legen’s response…
“To me, you are nothing, for I share neither sympathy nor interest in whatever reasons brought you here… And because you were a Jedi and that you trained to suppress your emotions since such a young age, it corrodes you now to your very core because you have never been able to feel before…” He paused for a moment, eyeing the man for a moment as if he knew what had truly pushed him to align himself to the Sith, and for an instant, it could have been nearly believed that a grin had etched itself below the cloth mask that covered the figure’s identity. “… Events, which needs not to be named.” He finally spoke at length, regaining most of his former, grim calm that would petrify even another Sith to his bone, so dark were the meaning behind his every words… For none could truly see past the shadows of the Assassin’s mind.
“Know that they are unimportant, and that using your past as an excuse as to where you are now will bring you nowhere… Not in life at least; you will have an eternity to dwell and lament about it when you die, so save it for then.” He spoke, letting his arm drop before crossing them over his chest and approaching the man.
“Now tell me; why you are here…”
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"The reason for me coming to day is simple, the Jedi did not give me any power to stop her from dying in my hands, so i want to be trained in your arts to have that power what you control to maybe bring her back to life one day, but i want to kill the Jedi for just letting this happen when they could of saved her, instead they just turned there backs on me and walked away, so can you train me".
There came a long pause between the two as the Assassin stood silently, arm crossed over his chest, listening to the young man’s words over and over in his mind. His cold gaze analyzed him another time before deriving from his form as if he was pained by the mere image of the Sith hopeful, looking forcefully away as the events that had scarred Legen’s life echoed much of the marks he bared on his own mind.
Shadows regaining over light as the clouds filtered the moon’s solitary light to darkness, the Sith sat once again upon the decorated stairs, somberly breaking the silence with a far more soothing tone than before, to the point that one could have observed it coming from comprehension… As far as one could tell though, for little else gave away the Assassin’s thoughts towards the Jedi’s experience.
‘‘The Force has a will, young Jedi, and no matter how hard it may be for you to accept, you will have to come to realize that none may go against it; your woman died because she had accomplished her purpose in this life, not because of the Jedi, for you know that they are selfless and as such, that they would have saved her if it had been within their power.’’ He spoke casually through his reunited hands which he had brought up to his chin to relax on, and finally to where his upper lip would have laid under the cloth mask that hid his features. ‘‘And all are powerless against the infinite of the Force… What you asked of the Jedi, and what you ask of me is the impossible, and this obsession dwells within you like a parasite, slowly eating its way through your soul until nothing will be left and that you will linger here frenzied by a hunger that will never be sated.’’ He coldly pointed out through the silence, as if he spoke voicelessly, and yet with a threatening tremor resembling that of the atmosphere before a storm was about to occur.
‘‘Your weakness, like all Jedi, lingers in your heart; from which you have since long trained to harden to the point until feelings were something you could no longer experience. It is this absence of feeling that, while allowing your mind to fully focus, becomes a hindrance beyond that of any other living being once it resurfaces and floods your every thoughts…’’ He suspended his words there, believing further conclusions useless to explain the careful situation into which the Jedi was thrown… If he did not learn, nothing could stop him from delivering him to the Dark Lord with a carefully calculated story about how Legen would be in fact, a spy, consequently leading him to the suffer the penalty of death enacted by Sith justice.
For a moment, he thought that perhaps it could have been a better fate for the young man than to become a Sith, but his orders had been clear; he had to train this failed Jedi into one of their own… Hopefully he would not be disappointed in this one, as he had been in so many others before.
‘‘On this, I may begin training you… Tell me, in which part of your Jedi teaching were you most proficient at?’’
Shadows regaining over light as the clouds filtered the moon’s solitary light to darkness, the Sith sat once again upon the decorated stairs, somberly breaking the silence with a far more soothing tone than before, to the point that one could have observed it coming from comprehension… As far as one could tell though, for little else gave away the Assassin’s thoughts towards the Jedi’s experience.
‘‘The Force has a will, young Jedi, and no matter how hard it may be for you to accept, you will have to come to realize that none may go against it; your woman died because she had accomplished her purpose in this life, not because of the Jedi, for you know that they are selfless and as such, that they would have saved her if it had been within their power.’’ He spoke casually through his reunited hands which he had brought up to his chin to relax on, and finally to where his upper lip would have laid under the cloth mask that hid his features. ‘‘And all are powerless against the infinite of the Force… What you asked of the Jedi, and what you ask of me is the impossible, and this obsession dwells within you like a parasite, slowly eating its way through your soul until nothing will be left and that you will linger here frenzied by a hunger that will never be sated.’’ He coldly pointed out through the silence, as if he spoke voicelessly, and yet with a threatening tremor resembling that of the atmosphere before a storm was about to occur.
‘‘Your weakness, like all Jedi, lingers in your heart; from which you have since long trained to harden to the point until feelings were something you could no longer experience. It is this absence of feeling that, while allowing your mind to fully focus, becomes a hindrance beyond that of any other living being once it resurfaces and floods your every thoughts…’’ He suspended his words there, believing further conclusions useless to explain the careful situation into which the Jedi was thrown… If he did not learn, nothing could stop him from delivering him to the Dark Lord with a carefully calculated story about how Legen would be in fact, a spy, consequently leading him to the suffer the penalty of death enacted by Sith justice.
For a moment, he thought that perhaps it could have been a better fate for the young man than to become a Sith, but his orders had been clear; he had to train this failed Jedi into one of their own… Hopefully he would not be disappointed in this one, as he had been in so many others before.
‘‘On this, I may begin training you… Tell me, in which part of your Jedi teaching were you most proficient at?’’
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After hearing every detail Darth Aper gave me, it was kind of an eye opener to my mind, "Mostly with a lightsaber i was best at in my own training with the Jedi", wondering what the hell this training was going to be like, intense training with the Jedi was tough, but training with the Sith will over power my mind and body, that is what iam looking for.
“So you consider yourself better in martial discipline…” He answered absently in a barely audible whisper whom’s echo lost its potency barely as it was being spoken, even within the silence that raged to make its presence known.
Almost on an impulse, the Assassin quickly sat up, unsheathing one of his short swords in the process and breaking the tense atmosphere that had remained throughout their conversation, the time for cryptic allusions and delusions ending, and being replaced with a more dynamic impression, nearly enthusiastic one could have observed even, seeing the Master slowly execute a few twirls with his weapon to shake the numbness from his edge, quickly speaking afterwards almost boastingly.
“Then take your blade, and intent yourself on killing me as you would a Jedi, for now I am no longer the Lord of Storms; I am a defender of the light, one who has unjustly left your heart to die with that woman and who reeks the stench of a parasite which feeds upon the Republic behind a shroud of righteousness…”
He paused, regaining most of his past composure before addressing the Jedi one more time.
“I am your enemy…”
And charging without notice…
Almost on an impulse, the Assassin quickly sat up, unsheathing one of his short swords in the process and breaking the tense atmosphere that had remained throughout their conversation, the time for cryptic allusions and delusions ending, and being replaced with a more dynamic impression, nearly enthusiastic one could have observed even, seeing the Master slowly execute a few twirls with his weapon to shake the numbness from his edge, quickly speaking afterwards almost boastingly.
“Then take your blade, and intent yourself on killing me as you would a Jedi, for now I am no longer the Lord of Storms; I am a defender of the light, one who has unjustly left your heart to die with that woman and who reeks the stench of a parasite which feeds upon the Republic behind a shroud of righteousness…”
He paused, regaining most of his past composure before addressing the Jedi one more time.
“I am your enemy…”
And charging without notice…
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My feeling build up inside as i see him as the jedi's who let the one i love die before me, igniting my blue saber before him as he charges to me with death lingering from him, my essence that was once light was now becoming red darkness around me, as i use force speed to quickly burst infront of him with my lightsaber thrusting through him within a heartbeat.