Private A Tide Called Darkness

[Kallis Vayne]

Murky memories swam through his brain as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Flittering fragments of events that had transpired continued to float through his mind. Yet, in this broken haze of suffering sleep, he was unable to grasp anything. He felt suffocated as memories of the currents of the river threatened to swallow him up. The rapid water filled his eyes, nose, and lungs as he was pulled below—

Then, a memory of a hand reaching out to him and pulling him from the riverside—

Harun awoke with a strangled gasp. Breathing in the air, he felt his lungs were sorely denied. Still stuck in the hazy thoughts of that nightmare. Looking around, he saw nothing but crimson wastes. Blindly groping for his lightsaber, he is relieved to still see it by his side. That man... Who saved him.... He was struck down... By a mask-wearing Sith. They didn't speak long as he drifted off to sleep. The few times he was lucid, the man was respectful and polite. He also looked frail and sickly. The fact he saved a drowned womp rat like him... Was the will of the Force no doubt...

But then... That man... He was struck down... By that metal mask-wearing Sith... And that hot rage he felt only once before threatened to consume him again. He didn't remember what happened next. He blacked out, and now he was... Where exactly was he?

"This place is permeated with the darkside..." He murmurs hoarsely, still getting used to speaking more. However, his tone was one of disgust and hatred. His Jedi Master often preached that the Dark Side was an infection that "threatened life itself". It should not exist. Other Jedi called his Master "extreme," and yet, Harun faithfully believed the man's words like they were wisdom itself.


His natural repulsion for the dark side of the force was evident on his face. As though he was forced to smell something vile with no way to disperse it.... And yet, as he picked up his lightsaber and picked his tired body off the ground. He was not afraid. And would face this darkness. And... Get revenge? No... No revenge that was.... His grey eyes flickered momentarily as he gripped his lightsaber hard, his body trembling.

"No... This.... place is doing something to me... The dark side..." He tried to rationalize it. Tried to comprehend that it was anything but himself. And that soothed him a bit as he recited the Jedi Code like a silent mantra in his head. Visibly calming down. He gave the area he was in a look around. And he was not impressed....


Surely this was some sort of Sith-controlled planet?

That Masked Sith... No doubt he brought him here. But at least he had the courtesy to bring his broken body somewhere remote... And that was the only praise he would ever give a Sith... Walking cautiously, Harun swore he heard a whisper... A dark whisper that didn't come from his own head.... He snapped up at attention and grit out.

"Whose there?! ....I will not be manipulated by Sith tricks!"​

 

[Darth Nebulous]

Darth Nebulous could feel the presence of the young Kallis Vayne entering one of the ancient pyramids of the Sith. The foolish boy did not know it, but he already lost. Kallis was blinded by ambition and arrogance underestimating the power of the Dark Side. It can destroy a weak and feeble soul especially if they're filled with unchecked anger. The Dark Lord curled his armored fist his eyes pulsating. The irony behind this was beneath the imposing figure was a sickly and dying man who every time he uses the Force, he coughs up blood, and inches closer to death.

That was irony of Nebulous' life, he was gifted in the Force, embraced the Dark Side and read everything there is to know about magic but applying it starts to kill him. He blamed his filthy, useless parents whom he was born to premature and was diagnosed with rare diseases that would kill a baby the moment they were born. As fate would have it though, Nebulous survived but that was the beginning of his problems, his parents would fill Nebulous mind with insults wishing that he was dead. As Nebulous grew up, the feeling was mutual.

He still carried the hate towards his parents today, it was fuel necessary to channel the Dark Side. He continued to sit staring at his suit, it was necessary for him to fully utilize his Force abilities without running the risk of dying. Nebulous needed to find a way to achieve immortality only then, he can discard this armor and become transcendent. But for now, he needed an apprentice to assist him.

"Come to me," Darth Nebulous whispered in Kallis' mind. "You know the way."

 

[Kallis Vayne]

"Show yourself!" He shouted, looking around. Not getting a reply only stoked his anger. As he blindly made his way to the pyramid. Slaughtering through the various vermin and creatures that tried to stop him. As he trekked through the temple like a man-possessed, covered in muck and blood. His neatly tied hair was coming undone as he looked more and more unrecognizable. He was more like a mad beast than a person as he entered the final chamber.

"I'm tired of your games, Sith! Show yourself! Fight me!"

He yelled, fury in his tone. He didn't even realize that his once grey eyes had turned a vicious, dark-side tainted, orange-red...​