Private Ambition and Darkness

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple, Double Bladed Split-Saber)

Location: Dromund Kaas (Dark Side Swamps)

Objective: Fun! Rainbows and Fun!


She had been torturing the man three days straight with lightning, then using the Dark Side to Regenerate him so she could do it some more.

He should have broken but hadn't, and she enjoyed breaking someone's mind with lightning. It frustrated her. She had been more murderous and savage than usual after her daughters had rejected and vowed to kill her no matter the cost to themselves. She had slaughtered and slaughtered, but it brought her none of the usual rush.

The Amalgam began to wonder if her heart just wasn't in it, to break someone.

"Tell me..." she hissed at the Galactic Alliance soldier she had captured, a man clad in rags and chained to a stone table. He was middle aged, with a five o clock shadow on his face and leathery skin.

"What enables you to withstand such punishment?" The Amalgam asked, her near impossibly beautiful, catsuit clad figure peering down on him with clinical interest.

The man glowered.

"I've been married..." he muttered at the raven haired, purple eyed abomination, who drew breath sharply and stepped back in disquiet at the revelation.

"Twice..." he added, which elicited a Toecutter-like hiss from her as she recoiled in a mix of awe and disbelief (Part Deux: 90 XP)

"Holy crap, a Richard Crenna reference in 2020! You're mad! Utterly mad!" she hissed in displeasure, her insanity allowing her to make an OOC reference.

"Go on schutta, do your little light show. I can handle it..." he sneered, though he admittedly WAS unstable after three days of this, which caused him to make the following declaration:

"I put most of my points into Constitution and Will Saves! You got nothing, Lady! NOTHING!"

"Oh yeah?! Oh yeah?!" The Amalgam sneered in challenge, lightning arcing through her fingertips. "I put most of 'my' points into Wisdom and Charisma! Feth your Will Saves!!! Feth them! FETH THEM!!!" she roared demonically, blasting him with lightning as she set him ablaze.

"SPAAAAAACE YOOOOOOUUUU!!!!" he screamed in defiance.

DIALOGUE TREE:

1. THIS BRINGS A SMILE TO MY FACE. (CUT HIS HEAD OFF.)

2. I'M THE GODDESS OF DEATH! (STAB HIM)

3. YOUR SERVICES ARE NO LONGER REQUIRED. (SHOOT)

4.I'M GONNA DISINTEGRATE YOU! (FEED TO SPINNING LIGHTSABER FEET FIRST.)

5. IF IT'S ALL THE SAME TO YOU, I'LL HAVE THAT DRINK NOW. (DROWN IN OWN BLOOD)

6. YOU'RE MORTAL! HOW?! (GIVE UP, STOMP FEET HELPLESSLY, AND WHINE LIKE A CHILD.)

007. THEN YOU WILL SPEND ETERNITY DYING! (CONTINUE ELECTROCUTING)

YOU SELECTED: (UGH, HOW PREDICTABLE) 007.

The Amalgam cackled as she increased the voltage, the Dark Side altar he was tied to preventing his death as he screamed...

Little did she know she would soon have company...

Darth Acharon

 

[Darth Acharon]

Dromund Kaas was turning out to be an interesting adventure. His training under his master had been going well enough thus far. Well, he wasn't dead yet, so he counted that as a win. But with everything going on, his master had decided to send Cyrus to Dromund Kaas on an errand for him, and had given him enough time afterwards to allow Cyrus to relax and explore for a time. Seeing the capital world of the Sith Empire in all its glory was certainly turning out to be something to remember.

But Cyrus wanted to see more.

While he was exploring the capital, he heard rumor of a small shrine located out in the swamps, supposedly with some ancients texts of a Dark Council member from millennia ago still there. Given his future goals for himself, Cyrus decided it would be a good idea to go see what he could find there. He rented a speeder from some droids at the edge of the capital city, and flew in the general direction of the shrine.

It took several hours to get to the area he had been looking for, especially as the speeder he had been on stopped suddenly in mid air, informing him that he had hit the edge of its operational area. That had led him to slug through the mud for several more hours, all to find the 'shrine' the man back in the capital city had spoken of. Instead of the location of Dark Side energy Cyrus had been hoping to find, all that he discovered was a small outcropping of rocks in the middle of the swamp, with some hastily carved letters on the rock. Cyrus stared at the stones in agitation, his arms folded across his chest and his right hand drumming slowly along his left arm.

"I am going to kill that man..."

Just as he was about to head out, he heard the distant screams of someone experiencing pure agony. A moment after, a wave of expelled Dark Side energy washed over him, drawing his full attention. He began to hike through the swamps once again, ignoring the sound his boots were making as he dragged himself through the calf deep water. Finally, he came across the scene of torture unfolding in the swamps of Dromund Kaas. His eyes narrowed as he watched the strange woman torturing the man. After a few moments of thought, he shrugged his shoulder and began to approach the scene.

"Hello there."

The Amalgam

 

[The Amalgam]

"The harder you scream, the higher my combat multiplier gets!" The Amalgam joked as the man was electrocuted. He screamed, but did not break. That was what she was looking for. She sensed Darth Acharon before she saw him, a dark but inexperienced presence. This made her smile.

"Hello There."

The Amalgam turned, ceasing her lightning, the electrocuted man badly burned, was amazingly STILL cursing her, saying vile things that do not bear repeating.

"Wow..." she gasped, slightly winded, staring at her victim for a second in utter bewilderment. "You really did put all your points into Constitution and Will Saves..."

She then turned back to Cyrus, her insanity allowing her to catch and be amused by the Episode Three reference, though she did not voice this.

"Why greetings..." The Amalgam said politely, ignoring her victims moans of agony. "Lovely time to visit the swamps. These are dangerous and noble lands fit for only the strong. Have you come to seek wisdom, young acolyte? Strength, perhaps? There are many forms of both, and some mix together. What say you?"

 

[Darth Acharon]

Cyrus grimaced as the man screamed, his ears ringing briefly as he turned his head away. When the man started cursing afterward, he turned back to look at the scene. His tilted his head to the side slightly in confusion as she spoke to the prisoner again, smiling slightly at the raw emotion the woman before him was expressing. He was not sure what she was speaking about in constitution and points, but he was inclined to explore this train of thought a bit. At the very least, it would make the end of this long trip useful for something.

As The Amalgam began to speak to Cyrus directly, his eyes kept glancing at the still groaning man behind her. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around at the swamps around them, before lifting his muck covered boots to look at their bottoms. "Lovely times hu...I would hate to see this place at its worst." Grunting, he put his foot back into the muck, taking a step forward. "I came to seek knowledge, but it turns out the nice old man I talked to gave me bad information. So, now I have to go use some strength to break that man of his habits of lying."

Turning to look at her again, he offered a brief smile. "Is that a good enough answer?" He did not want to let his guard down around this woman, especially given her rather direct approach to things. He sensed immense power radiating from her, and he was curious to figure out what she was doing in these swamps herself. Leaning back slightly, folding his hands in his pockets, he thrust his chin towards the bound and cursing man. "What brought him out here? Knowledge, or strength?"

 

[The Amalgam]

"Oh my, that 'is' a good answer. Anger at treachery is an excellent motivation to be better. The power to take revenge must be tempered by patience timing, and consideration of consequences however. Sure, you 'could' use your strength to hurt and kill and slay...but with patience and cunning, you could really teach your liar a lesson. The best methods for revenge are often achieved via gaslighting and good old fashioned opportunism. Methods our little chap here ignored..." she said with a gloating face at her severely burned and mutilated victim, who flipped the both of them off with all the strength and hate he could muster.

"You'll burn in hell, schutta, constantly drowning in an ocean made of the liquid waste of failed Boy Bands."

The Amalgam blinked, turned to him in surprise.

"Wow...that...that actually got me a little for a second..." she muttered..."I'm gonna have to remember that one...okay, lets shut you up for a moment...

The Amalgam took out a knife.

"I reccomend getting back. This one's a bit of a gusher..." she warned Darth Acharon , drawing the burned victim's throat open in one swift slicing motion.

Blood spurted out in thick jets but the altar kept him alive, and as he gurgled and choked painfully, the Amalgam expertly avoided the blood geysers, though she raised an eyebrow when he gave them both the finger yet again.

"I am out in these swamps looking to increase the potency of any Dark Nexus that may be present. I was actually going to use a completely different victim but Captain Dumbass here was pissed about a spot of fun I had on Castagne that resulted in...oh why bother describing it? You didn't come here to listen to me talk about my off duty hobbies..." she trailed.

"Y'know...why don't we leave Bleedy McBleedyNeck on this altar...not like he's going anywhere...and I show you the more subtle ways The Dark Side can work on yourself and the world around you. I sense a potent darkness in you...but it lacks sharpening...one of my tenents is to further Acolytes of The Bogan in the path to understanding it. There is a Nexus nearby. Perfect for reflection on your most negative emotions. But great danger also..."

 

[Darth Acharon]

Cyrus nodded his head slowly, leaning back away from the somehow still alive man. Whoever this woman was, she was intelligent, that was clear enough from how she spoke and carried herself. What was also clear though, was that she was not exactly working with a full Sabacc deck. Then again, so few of the greats really were. "You make a good point, but I do not think the man I spoke to would really get much of an education from what you say. Best just to kill him and save us both the time. It'll cheer me up at least a little..." His next words were cut off as the man before them cursed at them again, before flipping them off.

The woman stepped forward after giving him a warning, a wickedly sharp knife in her hand. Grimacing, Cyrus backed away a few steps and watched as she carried out her grisly work. He could not say he felt all that sorry for the man, he seemed to be a bit of a jerk. Still, he was put out of his misery not at least, and would stop throwing obscure references at him. Taking a step back towards the woman and her...dare he say her former plaything, he could only nod as she spoke.

"I came out here to find some knowledge anyway, might as well go. Besides, I do not think I need a biology lesson on how quickly someone's body will decompose out here..." Cyrus eyed the corpse briefly as he spoke, trying to create an air of indifference about the situation while his mind was racing. Whoever this woman was, she seemed to have a good grasp on the Dark Side of the Force. He would need to gain such knowledge if he was to survive his teaching underneath The Shaper, his master, and perhaps even one day eliminate his fellow apprentice.

Inclining his head to The Amalgam briefly, Cyrus looked up at the sky, gaging what time it was. "Well, I got places to be tomorrow, so we best get moving now."

 

[The Amalgam]

The Amalgam smiled and began to lead him through a relatively dry path through the dark swamp, the deadly creatures within giving the abomination shaped like a nigh-impossibly beautiful woman a wide berth as she walked with Darth Acharon .

As she walked, she decided to impart a few nuggets of wisdom.

"Of, course, there is something to be said for quick violent revenge. If he's truly low priority, kill him at your leisure, but 'promise' you will be creative about it. Some of the best forms of revenge involve dramatic irony...something to chew on while you walk..."

The Amalgam stopped as they came across a strange obelisk. It bore an image on it depicting three types of Sith centering a bird in a cage. One Sith, a warrior in black armor, pointed his lightsaber at the bird, another, in the loose black robes of a Sith Assassin was depicted whispering at it while holding a syringe to it, and the last in the flowing robes of a Lord was depicted hovering in a meditative position with his ear towards it.

"This image is in reference to an obscure observation of the Mandalorians regarding the Sith in general...can you tell me what it means...only a sharp mind can grasp the secrets of the Nexus..." The Amalgam trailed. "The Dark Side isn't just emotion and ruthlessness. At the end of the day it comes down to the character of the User...and how the user applies the Darkness in their actions..."