Ruh Burj

[Dmitri]

The Dark Lord, garbed with his normal equipment and armor, walked through the warmed halls of a citadel on Ziost known as Ruh Burj. The ancient tower was fortified like any other ancient temple on the planet, though access to it was more thorough than some other temples. This was because Ruh Burj doubly served as a brig for newly arrived hopefuls with questionable pasts. Many spies lived their final days in the stone halls. The true believers found freedom into the artic winds of the rest of the Sith academy, where they began the road of the mighty Sith.

Darth Somnus' purpose at Ruh Burj was to determine whether the only occupant of the Burj fell to the former category or the latter. It was hard to tell, according to the rector that governed Ziost, and why the Dark Lord's consultation was requested. The young man, who identified himself as Anthoni, was already a trained Dark Sider. However, his talent in the Force was ingrained, as if taught to use it from the beginning rather than a Dark Jedi who fell to the Dark Side. His curiosity was piqued. Would this young man, who had been disarmed though promised to be given his weapon should he choose to leave the planet; after all, Ruh Burj was more of a staging house than an actual prison. An occupant could leave, but doing so would result in leaving the planet forever.

The Cinnagaran lord entered the room, energy ready but hidden. He had learned years ago that pretending to leave one's guard open allowed people to unconsciously reveal their intent, if hostile or not. "Welcome to Ziost," greeted the Dark Lord. "For what reason have you come here?"

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni was clothed in his Bogan robes, black from head to toe. His hood was down and hanging over his thick shoulders. And his eyes were staring at the stainless steel table he sat on, looking back at himself through the murkey reflection it offered. His left knee bounced up and down as he studied his facial features. His eyes, his nose, his mouth and jaw, his hair. He was looking at directly at himself.

And yet he could not find Anthoni. He could not for the life of him, see just how far he's fallen. All that was inside of Anthoni was anger and hate. The kid he once was, was now dead, defeated and broken by life's constant sufferings. It was now time to harness that anger, fuel his hate and with that power he would crush everyone who wronged him.

He shot his head up and looked around the room he was being held in. Solid stone on all sides and yet still felt warm. A single metallic door in front of him, which he was told all he had to do was knock and he'd be let go. None of this would matter to Anthoni, for he was here to stay to prove he was a Sith.

He was here to become the very thing he hates most. He was here, to prove to himself and the galaxy that he would no longer be the victim of suffering, instead he would create it.

He then heard the door click open and in walked a single man. It was almost as if this man's presence brought darkness. The room seemed to get colder, Anthoni's hair under his robes shot up, his knee stopped bouncing and his eyes never wavered from the man.

He then heard him speak, a greeting and then a simple question.

Anthoni did not know how to respond and he didn't for a few seconds. Then breaking the silence he spoke loudly. His answer as simple as the question.

"I think you know why I am here."

 

[Dmitri]

A grin crept on the Dark Lord's face, though hidden by his signature illusion. "You're here for power." That was what most Sith hopefuls sought. Power for revenge. Power to be in control of their own lives or others' lives. Power to crush their enemies. Power to correct perceived wrongs, whether personal or societal.

"And how do you intend to obtain it?" inquired the Sith Lord. "We both know what the Sith can do for you. But what could you bring to the table?" At this point, several would promise to become strong warriors. But anyone could promise that. What Darth Somnus sought was an abstract source of power: information. After all, a trained Dark Sider had to have some secret.

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni gave the man a slight smile, showing him a confidence he did not feel. His questions were so simple and yet Anthoni found them hard to answer. His eyes darted away from the man, looking at the blank stonewalls as he thought of his answer. Anthoni knew what he wanted more then most, but that was gone, taken from him. He had nothing else to live for and no direct motivation. He was no fool however, his whole life he had fought the Sith, and he hated them. And yet here he was sitting at a table with one of them, talking about joining them.

The man wanted to know why, and what could Anthoni offer. That's all he wanted to know. Anthoni then stood up and got out of his seat. He stood tall and proud as he spoke.

"You want to know what I can do for you? You want to know exactly what I am capable of? Well let me tell you this. I'm still a boy of seventeen and yet I have seen more battle and killed more people then most soldiers in your army. I am a kid and yet I have overcame more trials then most will in their entire lifetimes. Am I fighter? No. But can I fight? Yes. But there are things far more valuable then a saber.

"I was once a Jedi, I once believed in their code, their philosophy. But that Anthoni died as I slowly realised how wrong they were. I hear a fleet is quickly approaching the core world's, it's only purpose to destroy the Sith at their heart. But what would you say if I could tell you were the Jedi are hiding? What would you say if I could tell you were the Bogan were hiding? And what would you say if I told you I can lead you there? Would that prove my loyalty or do you require more?"

A smile crossed Anthoni lips when he was finished. He had a good feeling he just proved his worth.

 

[Dmitri]

There are more valuable things than a saber. Such a sentiment the Dark Lord could agree with. The Sith were more numerous than the Jedi, yet the Sith were losing. Failure, ultimately, could not be allowed. The empire had to survive, for the sake of the galaxy. It shed the corrupt Galactic Alliance, and was not about to let a cancerous fledgling rebellion take its place. The empire would win. Had to. But it needed more than just saber wielders. It needed experts. Logistics. Espionage. Commerce. Military power. Soldiers. Veterans.

Information.

"I would say welcome, and ask if you wanted a front-row seat to the counter campaign," replied Darth Somnus. "Such information would be greatly useful in turning the tides of war, giving you an opportunity to ride the tides into power." Ears peaked, he was looking forward to hear where the Jedi and Bogan had situated themselves.

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni knew he had reeled the man in, he knew he had peeked the mans intrest. Now all Anthoni had to do was prove it, something that cam easy enough. Anthoni had managed to play all sides of this war, going from Jedi, to Bogan, to now Sith. He would get his revenge, no longer would Anthoni suffer from others atrocities he would create the suffering. he walked over to the metal table, reached inside of his pocket and pulled out a small silver coin.

The child's face who gave it to him flashed before Anthoni's eyes. But with a blink the Bothan was gone from his minds eye.

"This coin," Anthoni said not looking at the man, but instead the coin. "Was given to me by a small blind Bothan child. I was walking the beach with a fellow Jedi at the time, Acodi Raan, we were supposed to win the favor of the Bothans. Long story short, we did, and then we explored the base given to the Jedi by the Bothans on the planet of Kothlis." Anthoni then flicked the coin to the man, in hopes he would catch it.

"There are other planets, Indupar is a main one for example. I heard the Jedi have a safe house hidden away on that planet. But I admit, I myself have never seen it, but it is there. Then there is the planet of Meto Mundus, The Jedi I have base there as well. But as you may know the Jedi themselves are still hidden away, they have the Armada sure enough, but I can not tell you anything about that, simply because I do not know. But I do know of people that are friendly to Jedi. Bothans, Cereans, Much of Nabboo.

"I know much of the Jedi, but I know much more of the Bogan. Those Darksiders are hidden away in safety. I doubt with out my help the Imperium itself would be unable to find them. I can give you numbers in their army, but more importantly how about the Dark temple itself? Dagobah is where it is hidden, The planet is a huge conduit of the Darksides energy. Storming the Dark Temple will be easy enough, with the Imperium's fire power of course. Then you have Sluis Van, I know they have a base their as well." Anthoni then had a memory of Samar Zithoni, and how ignorant the poor Zebrak would be when he saw Anthoni behind an army of Storm Troopers. A smile crossed his lips.

"But Information comes with a price, and like you said, I would like to be a Sith. With my help and the Imperium's forces, I see a very possible end to this rebellion."

Anthoni did not doubt that. With a single swoop he could only imagine the Jedi and Bogan being completely annihilated by the information he just gave this mysterious man. Slowly a sad smile crossed his lips.

This is what he wanted wasn't it? They deserved this didn't they? Twice the Jedi sent people to kill Anthoni, this was justice.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist held back a laugh. This man had balls. The man held keys to the future, and knew it. However, he gifted them in desire to be perfection, to be Sith. Some locations didn't surprise him. Naboo was anyone's guess. Sluis Van surprised him the most. That planet had a shipyard, and subsequently a naval presence. Did the saurian natives know about the Bogan residents or were they in cahoots. It mattered not; if he attacked the planetary shipyards, the Bogans would be forced into action, either to flee or aid. Still, a larger force would be necessary. He'd need to consult with the others to determine who best to lead the campaign. Darth Kova was tempting, but his reputation was in tatters, imperial losses stacking up since his ascension.

Meto Mundus, on the other hand, was a smaller target. The way he listed Indupar and Meto Mundus gave suspicion that the former was larger than the latter. A test and prize the latter could become. "Then a Sith you shall become, forged through the fires of war. I shall send a force to these planets. The Sith Order is cautious in nature, and suspect everything; intrigue is an art form. You will have the opportunity to show them that they are wrong, that you are deserving of the title Sith, and you shall sharpen your status with the blood of the Jedi. Make preparations. Meto Mundus' dirge is on the horizon."

 

[Mr.BossMan]

"Then a Sith you shall become, forged through the fires of war. I shall send a force to these planets. The Sith Order is cautious in nature, and suspect everything; intrigue is an art form. You will have the opportunity to show them that they are wrong, that you are deserving of the title Sith, and you shall sharpen your status with the blood of the Jedi. Make preparations. Meto Mundus' dirge is on the horizon."

A small grin wrapped itself around Anthoni's face. The two men had just made a deal, a bargain. Information for blood. The Jedi would pay for what they did, or more like, what they did not do. He would get what he came for and all he had to do was kill a few more people. A win win situation.

Anthoni nodded towards the man. He thought about holding his hand out for a shake, but Instead the boy Anthoni only spoke.

"My saber and my clothes are all I need."

That's all Anthoni ever had.