Where Stardust Gathers
(Hey guys, I'm from TGC. Played Derrek over there, Barret over here a while ago. Got the rank approved then but can provide some more links if you need them. The approval was before the 50 post minimum rule was put in place as you can tell by my title 
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)[SIZE=18pt]Derrek Fisto (Zykhan)[/SIZE]
NAME: Derrek Fisto, formerly Darth ZykhanFACTION: Subject to change
RANK: Force Master (Formerly Sith, now Dark Jedi)
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: Physically 30 .
SEX: Male
HEIGHT:.~2 meters/ 6.5 feet
WEIGHT: 210 lbs/95 kg
EYES: Black
HAIR: None.
SKIN: Ash white, bleached by the darkside
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Combat: Derrek was extensively trained in hand to hand combat as well as lightsaber combat. He can keep up with the best of them and has a high constitution. He is quite savvy with the more tricky lightsaber moves also, he uses the Force to augment his jumps and throws.
+Connection to the Force: Being a Fisto, he has bond to the Force passed down through the generations. He focuses more on physical strength and boosting that with the Force, but if given enough practice and patience he would have the potential to become a master of the living Force as well.
+Plants: Derrek Fisto has an affinity for flora of all varieties. He was the groundskeeper from a very young age for the many tents full of exotic plants the Sith Lords had brought in to practice their alchemy with, or to make their poisons and salves. Studying them is something he wants to do soon, but he has enough experience with them to make up for the lack of knowledge.
+/-Racial Traits: Nautolans are large strong people. Their heatails can pick up pheromones in the air and makes it hard for people to lie or be discreet. On the other hand, they are easily manipulated and someone who can alter pheromones could effectively alter his perception. Nautolans are even known to communicate through these pheromones. Nautolans also possess multiple beating hearts that could beat separately, Derrek has four. Unlike most other amphibious species, Nautolans don’t experience any negative side effects from being on land, but Derrek loathes dry heat.
-Anger: Through years of training with the Sith, Zykhan developed an extreme rage. He is now trying to quell that rage, but he still has moments of fury. He can snap in an instant and has been known to attack allies given enough goading. (More than the usual for an ex-Sith.)
-Appearance: Being effectively albino, Fisto stands out against most others of his species. He can hide it most of the time with a cloak but as soon as he is registered he is seldom forgotten.
-Dark Side Corruption: Until he has atoned for most of his sins and finds his way back to the light, he is unable to be healed by the Force. It will take some time for his atrocities to be washed away, but he is working on it.
APPEARANCE:
Derrek Fisto is tall and strong for a Nautolan. He was trained by the Sith to be a very powerful warrior with both hand to hand combat and lightsabers. He usually wears robes to cover himself but underneath he has completely pale skin. This is a result of years of using the Dark Side. He otherwise looks like a normal Nautolan. He will be clad in loose clothing but underneath is solid muscle even to this day, after years of inactivity.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born hundreds of years before the current times, Derrek Fisto was (of course) related to the legendary Kit Fisto. Even thoug he was born after his time, Derrek became famous in his own way. He was taken at a young age to be trained by the Sith. They were not as bold then as they are now, so they would take younglings in the middle of the night while their parents slept.
Training started early on, right after he proved his worth when demonstrating his ability to use the Force. The tiny camps where he was trained were like military outposts mixed with guerilla warfare trenches. He would sweat even during the rainiest of days, it was that hot. There would be multiple days at a time where he would be alone with only his thoughts, not even food. Eventually even the brightest of spirits would begin to break. He knew if he didn’t give-in to the Sith and their cruelty he would not make it off of this planet alive.
He had heard stories of the Jedi whispered among his elders in the camps. Even these stories of valor and justice weren’t enough to lift any of the young learners’ spirits. Day in and Day out they would train and spar. They were being shaped into more powerful killing machines, more streamlined predators. After Fisto was strong enough to kill an armed man they started sending him on missions. By the young age of fifteen the Sith acolyte had seen more death than most of his victims, both soldiers and Jedi alike.
Years turned to decades as he gave his life away to the newly taken halls and temples of the Sith. Over the years they had started to make their presence known in the galaxy again. The rule of two had long been forgotten by newer generations of Sith. It was only a single planet that these new Sith held but they held it with the grip of a krayt dragon. Derrek was quickly moved up the ranks and went from acolyte to knight to Sith Lord very quickly. This chapter was where his story started getting interesting.
The Sith Lords who ruled over the planet started to get restless, they were power hungry and they wanted to make their hunger known to the galaxy. They weren’t stupid however, the Sith Lords knew that no matter how well their army was trained it was no match to the rest of the galaxy. Quickly, they surmised a plan to start seeding their influence to the rest of the known universe. The lack of knowledge of the Sith was what they were going to use to gain influence, not unlike what Palpatine/Sidious did with the Republic ages before. They sent Derrek to Glee Anselm with a false identity and a new name: Zykhan. He had picked it as his Darth title after his knighting. It was a colloquial name for ruler in his native tongue, and a popular name among boys in years passed.
Darth Zykhan quickly made his presence known to the Nautolans in the capitol after opening a lavish business where he traded with people far and wide, bring new business back to the underwater metropolis and starting a political career at the same time. It was another six years of scheming and lying his way to the top before he was able to exact the Sith Lords’ plans. Some of the other agents had already taken control of their target planets but the people of Glee Anselm were not so easily persuaded. There were multiple species who lived on the planet and it was hard to convince them both of his worth, especially when the elected ruler before had been doing a great job. It wans’t anything framing someone for murder couldn’t fix however, so soon the rulers of the planet were gone.
Not many more seasons passed before the Jedi started snooping in his business. After word of his taking over the planet reached their ears, some of the wiser masters caught on to the scent of the Dark Side he was leaving across everything he did. They sent a political envoy to deliver a message, it appeared they wished to have a council with him. This meant he was under investigation. After confirming with the Sith, he replied. .He would oblige the Jedi, but not before asking them for time to make preparations. He argued he was having a large colosseum built outside of the city. It was going to be in honor of his inauguration. They agreed on three months.
In reality he had taken an apprentice and he needed to finish training him. There had been a young Nautolan who had displayed signs of the Force. He was twelve years old when Derrek found him, and he was seventeen when the Jedi arrived. This time was also the start of th Sith Lord’s visions. He would dream that he saw himself bringing about the end of days for the galaxy. He heard voices that he would cleanse the galaxy of the Jedi once and for all. There were dark whispers in his head that there were spell books laced with riddles and clues, inside these would be the secret weapon he needed. It would have to be soon, the Jedi would arrive to seek him out before long. They would ferret out his evil acts before they broke the water’s surface. He would have to either listen to the dreams or figure some way to evade the Jedi.
He spent the weeks leading up to the meeting in a fever, reading scrolls and tomes on ancient Sith spells. He was trying to find anything that could help. The collection was very vast though, it contained everything the Sith Lords had saved these over the years. The collection held items taken them from the bodies of explorers and Jedi alike to scrolls forged by Sith long before the Old Republic. Many sleepless tries, he found a spell that he thought he could use. When he read it out loud he could feel the ancient Sith text burn his lips. The nightmares spoke the same words when he would have them. This was it, his destiny would be realized. Soon, however, he would find the error of his ways and how poisonous an ego really is to rational thought.
He ordered his apprentice to find a preserving device to keep his body intact after he cast the doomsday spell. Soon, the galaxy would burn. However it turned out that the Sith, in order to fully take over the planet, had sold out Zykhan. They had planted the apprentice to get close to Derrek. They had the acolyte start drugging Derrek so he would sleep and they planted the nightmares in his head. They had also planted the fake spell that he thought would complete his destiny. Then, of course, they would frame him for the murder of the Jedi, inciting a riot among the people. With no body, ala the preserving device they would hide away, there would be no question as to who would take the throne. Of course it would be someone paid off by the Sith so they could control everything behind the scenes.
After the preperations had been made, the Jedi arrived to the planet and to the giant colosseum where they assumed Derrek would be. Instead they were slaughtered by Sith troopers and the colosseum was torn down, Derrek’s body trapped under the rubble in the preserving device after he uttered the last words he though the galaxy would ever hear.
Present Day
Time waited for no one, least of all Derrek Fisto. The years rolled by and soon no one remembered his name or the short couple years he cast his shadow over the watery planet. Though he was still living, whatever device the Sith gave him to preserve himself had worked. They had planned to come back for him and harvest his organs so they had to keep him alive. After their coup on Glee Anslem, however, that faction of Sith were soon hunted down by the Jedi and captured or killed.
It wasn’t until after the Gulag Virus spread its reaches across the galaxy and started it fresh again that he was discovered. There was a brave group of Nautolan explorers who had come to do some research on ancient Nautolan ruins, the same ruins that stood to a testament of Derrek’s ego years before. They moved most of the rocks covering him out of the way in search of artifacts, instead they found a frozen Derrek Fisto. They quickly they brought him aboard their ship and with their advanced technology they were able to bring him back without causing much damage. He would soon have full control of his muscles and brain, something some who had preserved themselves did not have. They wished to study him due to his lack of pigment in his skin. This was a direct result of Derrek’s wicked past, the Sith Lord had leaned heavily against the Dark Side as a crutch. He fell slowly toward the dark side, then all at once. When he finally gave in it robbed him of his youth and his coloring. This likely would be difficult to get rid of, not that he had cared at the moment.
It took him a few days to heal enough to even breathe on his own, let alone battle. Zykhan learned where he was, and more surprising, what year it was now. He assumed the Lords of the Sith were the ones behind his downfall even though there would be no one living to prove it to him. The Dark Side had failed him and almost cost him his life. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, or if he were even powerful enough to be alive. He had only known power through taking it, but he was in no place to take anything at the moment, except short quick breaths. He realized he didn’t even have his lightsaber. Even wthout a weapon, he did still have the Force and as soon as he was able to, he killed the team and crashed their ship into the depths of the ocean.
The panicked Nautolan wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger that made him lash out. Whatever it was, though, he knew this time around he would learn to control it and not the other way around. He wasn’t sure if there were any Sith left in the galaxy but he swore to himself he would destroy every last one of them if there were. First, he would have to learn how to not be a slave to his emotions, and so he would need to go on a dangerous journey.
For the next few years he would star hop and travel from system to system, getting reacquainted with the galaxy. Having only ever lived on two planets, the picture he had of the galaxy was what people described to him in his time on Glee Anselm. He was now going just by Zykhan and had taken refuge among the stars, here he didn’t have to answer for his crimes, he could tune out the screams of the people he had killed. He would come out the galaxy was very different than it had been described to him. Where he had pictured wealth and prosperity he found only debt and suffering. The galaxy seemed to be at war, he heard tales of a virus that wiped the population of the galaxy, but didn’t think it had this affect.
He hadn’t killed anyone in a long time save for a few Sith and a couple bounty hunters who tried to rough him up in the wrong neighborhood. He found a lightsaber on the body of one of the bounty hunters. It was a lime green blade and he used it only to defend himself. The art of lightsaber combat had been ingrained into his brain from such a young age it was like riding a hover-bike.
Now the Dark Side stained wanderer waded through the stars looking for answers to questions he had been asking for a while now, questions he wasn’t sure if he was ready to have answered. He was finding his way back to the light he had given up on so long ago.
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