A Nightmare Incarnate

[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros had just finished creating his synthetic lightsaber crystal and now he was looking for parts to make the rest of the weapon. He had another backup saber, in case he had to defend himself, but it wasn't his and he didn't liked it. The Chiss would start on Dromund Kaas, but was planning on going to Korriban as well and any other planets that had the parts he needed.

The Sith needed more than just regular parts, though. His lightsaber needed parts imbued with the darkside, he may even have to have some of them specially made. One of the first pieces he was able to get was from a black market dealer. He walked into their building and asked, forcefully about what he needed.

"Hello, you degenerate piece of chit. You're going to tell me what I want to know or I'll repaint these walls the color of you." Darth Scuros said as he lifted the greasy, alien man using the force, with his left arm while his right was ready to fire lightning into the criminal.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! No need for any of that. What can I help you with?" the man said as he dangled in the air.

"I'm looking for a lightsaber part. It looks like this." Scuros pulled out a holo-pad to showed the businessman an image of what he needed.

"I've never seen that in my life." the man said lying. He screamed when Scuros zapped him for lying. "AAAAAHH!!"

"Wrong answer, criminal scum!" Scuros said smiling, enjoying his screams.

"Okay. . . Okay. I have it in the back." the black market dealer said admitting the truth.

"I know! Go get it, you crinking idiot!" Scuros demanded.

"Right away." he said weakly, "Ow, that hurts." the store owner said as the Sith let him go and he limped to the back room.

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[Orion Darkstar]

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Fovos Trogon...​

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A demon with an insatiable appetite for his prey's fear. Still, Orion's sanity remained. It was a difficult move, but after everything he had been through since the resurgence of his literal inner demon...he was stuck with it. In fact, he allowed the ancient anomaly to live, of course, if he expunged the latched spirit from his armor, he too, would die. The contract between the both of them had fine lines. Even so, everyday felt easier and easier to get through. The mental fortitude it had taken Orion to tame the ravenous beast, was a testament of his will alone. In time, Orion would utilize the other end of the contract...​

The Power.​

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Despite all those things, there was still too much Orion didn't know. Fovos Trogon, was a mystery entirely and whether it was an evil spirit or demon, still remained to be seen. Plus, being in a contact with the savage without knowing anything about it, was dangerous. Orion couldn't let Fovos get away with some grand scheme, instead he was intelligent enough to know that knowing was half the battle. He wasn't even sure if researching the damn thing was safe. Regardless, he had to take a chance. It's not like he could leave the armor behind, if he did it would weaken him and potentially set Fovos free. So, wearing was the best bet. If Fovos could see what Orion was doing while in his slumber, well, not even Orion would know how to prepare for that. The risk was worth it, having an upper hand against something constantly attacking your mind was worse enough. Orion needed to find out more. ​

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Dromund Kaas, it was a planet of sith pride, at least in the old days. Not that it wasn't as glorious as it was back then, but with Bastion the way that it was now, it was hard to compare. Kaas City was where his search would start and only one place had the books and or scrolls he needed. The Black Market. ​

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Stand after stand, Orion scanned useless objects. Most were selling technical parts for ships or guns. What a waste, Orion thought. He understood why, everybody that wasn't as gifted as him needed guns to survive. Ship parts to escape the hellish planets they once thought they loved. It was a viscous cycle. Not to mention, the crowds of people that each tent and bazaar was getting, meant the items and objects of negligence were popular. Orion was thankful for the night breeze, but as he turned the corner to approach a man in a lengthy robe, he heard a threat. ​

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"Hello, you degenerate piece of chit. You're going to tell me what I want to know or I'll repaint these walls the color of you."​

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Orion shifted his gaze to the dealer to his right. The blue skin gave it away immediately, the rude buyer was a Chiss. The ones he had read about, at least well known, were intelligent and strategist that exceeded plenty of generals in battle. It seemed that not all of them were as gifted. Orion tried to ignore it, but then it struck him. The tiny needle of the force warning him of another user of the force. It pulled his gaze back to the Chiss as he watched the conversation unfold. It seemed the buyer was in the right, his aggressive tactic had worked. Perhaps Orion was too quick to judge. A normal occurrence on any given day. Maybe the Chiss wasn't as rude as he sounded, maybe it was a intricate plan to weed out the lies of the slimy criminals that were selling to the masses. It was the black market, after all. ​

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Orion slid out from under one tent and ended up closer to the curious Chiss. He examined him carefully before approaching to side. ​

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"I have to admire your unwavering assault with words. It seems to have worked in your favor." Orion said, his pale face turning to look at the wares. "I overheard you saying something about a lightsaber." Orion paused, his eyes locking with a few rolled up scrolls on the very end of a table. "Dare I ask, what exactly are you looking for?" His inquisitive nature could come off as rude, but the quickest way to knowledge was to ask. He grinned, waiting for the Chiss to retort. But before he had a chance, Orion proceeded under the tent further and placed his hand along a old wooded knob. The knob was connected to a long finished piece in the center that was wrapped in aged paper. Lifting it to the air, he examined it. One thing struck him as soon as he saw the edges at either end. ​

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A fake..​

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[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros turned to the acolyte as they spoke to him. He could sense the force in him. He pulled his hood and then his hair back before speaking.

"Thanks. It was dun moch. I find these criminals understand violence and threats of violence best. Everyone wants to live, after all." The Chiss said in response to Orion.

The acolyte then mentioned how he overheard them talking and asked about the lightsaber part he was looking for.

"Yeah, I'm building a new lightsaber. I have the synthetic crystal and the skeleton, but I still need dark side imbued coverings. I was told this guy has what I need." Scuros responded.

As he said this the shop owner came back up to the front with the lightsaber coverings. The Chiss and the other Sith with him might have sensed fear in him as the man approached them. Scuros just assumed they were afraid of him and in a way he was.

"Here you go, my lord. Just like you asked." the greasy alien man said, handing it over.

Taking it with the force and suspending it in the air, Scuros could tell pretty quickly that it was a fake. It had no dark side energy radiating off it at all and it even looked poorly made. He couldn't believe other people were falling for this chit. He now knew why the shop owner was so nervous. Scuros used force fear on him and appeared as a 15 foot, blue demon. No one else could see this however and the man began to freak out for seemingly no reason.

"No please!" he begged.

"You little, slimy crinker! Why would you lie to me?" even Scuros' voice sounded demonic now to the terrified criminal as he talked. "I told you I'd paint the walls in your blood! Now I have to honor that promise."

"I'm sorry. Please, just let my family go." the man begged again.

"Sorry, but I can't. You're all criminals and you'll get no mercy from me." The Chiss said with hate in his eyes.

"Hey, want to help me kill these degenerates?" Scuros said, turning to Orion. "Either way, unless you need anything else here, I think I'm going to burn this place." he smiled as he turned back to the black market dealer again.

"Nooo!" the entire family or black market dealers yelled.

"Shut up and accept your fate!" the Chiss demanded.

He sealed all the doors with the force so no one couldn't escape.

"You first." Scuros said, pointing his lightsaber in the direction of the man who lied to him.

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