Arumi Zy
Jekyll
( OOC: just getting my feet rewet I couldn't even tell you how long its been since ive written maybe a decade?, so be merciful on me lol. anyone can join itll be slow for me )
Somewhere out there….
Warrior, warlord, berserker, destroyer, sith, lord, master, business man, thorn, annoyance, legend, artifact, piece of a bygone era, Mandalorian, death watch, assassin, murderer, mad man , traitor, jedi lapdog, pet, lover, betrayer. Titles, useless titles accumulated over centuries of conquest, battle, war and scheming from the shadows and in the light. From the ranks of the Sith, to the work with the jedi council and his Mandalorian kin he hath served and done much.
But who was he, at his very core he was a creature of impulse who did things that benefited him from the destruction of cities, to simple things that people couldn't comprehend such a usually self centered and destructive force would poor countless credits into such as saving a species of rare flower he found beautiful from extinct. Perhaps that was his most hidden thing , or guarded thing that he appreciated peace and quiet and the beauty of nature.
Maybe just maybe that is why he disappeared from the galaxy and spent countless years hidden in the depths of the wilds. Living a simple life as a hermit as he tended to his flowers and his gardens feeling content in a way that maybe even the jedi would understand. It was uncharacteristically characteristic to someone who knew him. He was random, a force of chaos who was just as likely to aid as hinder his allies depending on the whims of the day but out here he was just a a squirrelly hermit that everyone kept mistaking for a jedi. Oh they couldn't ever expect or believe the one helping them save their krill, or their jewel fruit orchards from blight was a sith no one would and perhaps maybe just maybe he could of done this until the darkside crystal that infused his very essence had finally ebbed into nothing… but as is the more predictable and probably cliché tides of fate had other plans.
For what ever reason a band of pirates chose that world, that community for its next raid. Maybe it was the thirst for spatchka , coin or the fun of it they came in force. Burning and destroying everything in their path until the realized their doom when the flicker of twin crimson saber beams culled each one to the very last man stood. The man looked down upon the five foot nothing sith warrior true terror in his eyes as the flicker of the sabers removed his arms, then his legs from his wretched torso. The serenity destroyed of his vacation he realized he had a new title, a new part on his brain. No it wasn't savior, it wasn't friend, it it was bored. He was bored, slaughtering the pirates had exhilarated him in a way he had not felt This this alive in a long time. Maybe, just maybe it was time for him to return to the galaxy at large, maybe it was time.
He turned a gaze towards the disarmed man " I am going to borrow your ship, I suppose you don't mind". He snickered and chuckled to himself as he left what was left of the goons for the villagers to do with what they wanted. He was on his way to Corellia, to a dive bar he hadn't been to in many , many years. The Crude Jawa awaited
Somewhere out there….
Warrior, warlord, berserker, destroyer, sith, lord, master, business man, thorn, annoyance, legend, artifact, piece of a bygone era, Mandalorian, death watch, assassin, murderer, mad man , traitor, jedi lapdog, pet, lover, betrayer. Titles, useless titles accumulated over centuries of conquest, battle, war and scheming from the shadows and in the light. From the ranks of the Sith, to the work with the jedi council and his Mandalorian kin he hath served and done much.
But who was he, at his very core he was a creature of impulse who did things that benefited him from the destruction of cities, to simple things that people couldn't comprehend such a usually self centered and destructive force would poor countless credits into such as saving a species of rare flower he found beautiful from extinct. Perhaps that was his most hidden thing , or guarded thing that he appreciated peace and quiet and the beauty of nature.
Maybe just maybe that is why he disappeared from the galaxy and spent countless years hidden in the depths of the wilds. Living a simple life as a hermit as he tended to his flowers and his gardens feeling content in a way that maybe even the jedi would understand. It was uncharacteristically characteristic to someone who knew him. He was random, a force of chaos who was just as likely to aid as hinder his allies depending on the whims of the day but out here he was just a a squirrelly hermit that everyone kept mistaking for a jedi. Oh they couldn't ever expect or believe the one helping them save their krill, or their jewel fruit orchards from blight was a sith no one would and perhaps maybe just maybe he could of done this until the darkside crystal that infused his very essence had finally ebbed into nothing… but as is the more predictable and probably cliché tides of fate had other plans.
For what ever reason a band of pirates chose that world, that community for its next raid. Maybe it was the thirst for spatchka , coin or the fun of it they came in force. Burning and destroying everything in their path until the realized their doom when the flicker of twin crimson saber beams culled each one to the very last man stood. The man looked down upon the five foot nothing sith warrior true terror in his eyes as the flicker of the sabers removed his arms, then his legs from his wretched torso. The serenity destroyed of his vacation he realized he had a new title, a new part on his brain. No it wasn't savior, it wasn't friend, it it was bored. He was bored, slaughtering the pirates had exhilarated him in a way he had not felt This this alive in a long time. Maybe, just maybe it was time for him to return to the galaxy at large, maybe it was time.
He turned a gaze towards the disarmed man " I am going to borrow your ship, I suppose you don't mind". He snickered and chuckled to himself as he left what was left of the goons for the villagers to do with what they wanted. He was on his way to Corellia, to a dive bar he hadn't been to in many , many years. The Crude Jawa awaited
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