Lord Kataklysmos
Master of the Dark
Of all the things that consumed Lord Kataklysmos' thoughts it was the very real problem of mortality. The mind was strong but his body had been abused by the raw power of the Dark Side of the Force. It was the same way the gears wore down on a ship. The more energy that pulsated through the body the more it worked and wore down over time.
It was an unfortunate event. While he was wiser for his endeavors and he wore his wounds as a testament to his work, he still wished he was in some capacity like the bold young Sith he was decades ago. He was once attractive and muscular but his muscles had deteriorated and now he walked with a limp because an equally bold Jedi cut away at his leg.
Many Sith had sought the secrets for immortality and he saw the appeal in it. His powers were awe inspiring and knowing that one day a Jedi would cut him down made him sick. Should he have died, his powers would be gone for centuries. The Sith of new did not strive for personal excellence, they would not rediscover true power without prodding.
He thought of the old saying, youth is wasted on the young. It was true. If he was young again, physically strong again with the powers he had now the Galaxy wouldn't really stand a chance... or so he thought.
He had students that would die for him and yet he had to depend on them. He couldn't go to war with Jedi like he used to. He couldn't fight for hours until the other guy fell anymore. He had to end fights quickly. He had to depend on his destructive force powers more than ever. He had to beat Ta'mur Rokar with trickery and falsehoods. He could not win without relying heavily on the force any longer.
His body constantly ached but what could he do?
It was an unfortunate event. While he was wiser for his endeavors and he wore his wounds as a testament to his work, he still wished he was in some capacity like the bold young Sith he was decades ago. He was once attractive and muscular but his muscles had deteriorated and now he walked with a limp because an equally bold Jedi cut away at his leg.
Many Sith had sought the secrets for immortality and he saw the appeal in it. His powers were awe inspiring and knowing that one day a Jedi would cut him down made him sick. Should he have died, his powers would be gone for centuries. The Sith of new did not strive for personal excellence, they would not rediscover true power without prodding.
He thought of the old saying, youth is wasted on the young. It was true. If he was young again, physically strong again with the powers he had now the Galaxy wouldn't really stand a chance... or so he thought.
He had students that would die for him and yet he had to depend on them. He couldn't go to war with Jedi like he used to. He couldn't fight for hours until the other guy fell anymore. He had to end fights quickly. He had to depend on his destructive force powers more than ever. He had to beat Ta'mur Rokar with trickery and falsehoods. He could not win without relying heavily on the force any longer.
His body constantly ached but what could he do?