Diary of a Madman

[Iziz]

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Master Ferus, were it possible, could you meet me in the Training Arena? There is a Technique I am finding difficult to master.​

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The message was sent, and Iziz waited, using the stealth function of his Assassin armour as he waited silently atop one of the heads of the grand statues in the area, each of the statues had been struck with a light-saber at their base, with Iziz's thermal detonator placed within one of them so to create a domino effect, staging an arena for the two of them to fight, or, crush the Dark lord's hand under the weight of tonnes of stone... Iziz had learned of what occurred on fresia, and the Jawa had been shaking with rage and guilt, unable to stomach the deeds of his master. Iziz had seen [member="Darth Ferus"] first hand save the lives of innocents, saving miners from one of his own when they had been mining bes'kar... yet, the loss of life on that planet exceeded millions... all who rose up against the likes of the sith... Iziz had seen men, women, children on the streets gathered by the soldiers and taken to the basin, not all of them traitors, not all of them putting up resistance... perhaps they were right to take up arms against the one sith... the wound in the force had struck Iziz so deeply it was like someone had struck the earth with a tuning fork the size of a super star destroyer.

So, the Jawa Waited...

He had always thought of the One Sith as the cure for the universes issues, he had seen the Jedi as the cause of all war, their edicts were unreasonable, and caused nothing but friction, so long as those who had the power to weild the force were trained under their tutelage, there would be those who would become angered at their teachings and turn against them. Only sparking more war. At least with the Sith, the goal was not inner peace, it was freedom, freedom through one's own strength and ruling the galaxy with an iron fist. A fist not bound by the senseless bureaucracy of the republic, which stopped action and stilled its hand at corruption and dissent when the One Sith would use a heated blade to cut it out...

The Sith had been a home...

But... he was now beginning to see the other side, the evil which lay within

'You KNEW it was there Iziz... you were just to blind to see it... you were a foolish child believing that there was more to this world than good, and evil... but, in the end it really is just, that, simple.... There are those with the willpower and strength to do good, and then those who forsake that path. People like me, people like YOU, Iziz... forsook that path a lifetime ago. Now we lie in the shadows, wondering why chaos is all around us... Kill him Iziz... Kill him and prove just how DARK you are... You didn't save the Fresians, that was the path of the light, instead you will avenge their corpses... with but ghosts left to thank you... hahahahaha haaaa...'

Iziz tried to shake the phantasmal voice within, but, it shook him to the soul... every word he spoke was true, but, the past was set in stone, he could only move forward.

 

[Darth Ferus]

It was rather casually that Ferus strode into the room where [member="Iziz Vei"] hide from view. The Hand had no idea the anger of his apprentice, no idea about the bombs set on the statues. He was armed with practically nothing. Simple clothing, his golden saber on his hip, and the hidden blade attached to his wrist. With a bemused smile he began to walk right past the statues, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Boom.

The explosions were deafening. The Sith Lord, who was completely taken by surprise, glanced about wide eyed as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. That was when the first statue began to fall towards him. Even the Shadow of the Dark Lord can feel panic when something unexpected happened, and this was beyond what he assumed was going to happen. As the smoke from the explosion began to fill the area, the Darth faded from sight, and so too did his signature.

A golden light from within the smoke was the only thing that gave away his position now, and he, as the statue was coming down on him, ripped the blade upwards. Force imbued into the blade as Ferus was known to do, the statue was quickly blown apart and away, the Sith's simple tactic to release the Force upon contact. With the statue went the smoke, and the Sith Lord stood and plain view.
And he was furious. Golden eyes flashed red as he looked about, calling out in a hollow voice.

"Who did this! Show yourself!"

 

[Iziz]

The trap was sprung! the four statues fell, one smashing into the other, into the other and into the last, the statues after Ferus moved forward created an arena around him, one which would keep him contained for at least a short while. The Sith Lord seemed panicked, Iziz could smell the pheromones in the air, tasting the fear of the Darth and drawing some level of confidence and power from it. As the statue he was upon fell, he honed in on the scent of ferus, knowing that he would not be able to see him through his layers of cloaking, Ferus had not counted on the keen scent of the Jawa people, and lastly, he likely would not have counted on fighting the Jawa to begin with. Iziz was going to hold nothing back from this assault, feeling the force run through his body and enhancing it, he allowed the tail which would normally remain hidden under his clothing to unravel and be freed from the beginning to give the Jawa an edge. With his saber-staff on his back and his two double sided blades in his hands, the Jawa descended from on high, landing on the ground not four meters away from Ferus and rolling up, twisting and beginning to spin like a top. Iziz's red blades cut through the shrouds as the spinning dirvish made its way for its opponent, launching forward, spinning yet sliding along the polished earth for Ferus' knees.

Iziz could only hope that the panicked feelings that were running through Ferus' head would cloud him from the realization of the assault, and would hopefully distract him enough so that the Hand of the Dark Lord would be unable to use some of his more potent abilities against the Jawa, whom, was still in many ways only learning.

As Iziz attacked, the load bearing columns having fell, meant the roof was becoming progressively unstable, cracks were beginning to appear in the thick ceiling as stone was soon to become dislodged from them... not falling yet, but, the early signs of a slow progressive collapse were beginning to reveal themselves. Iziz had thought about this attack for some time since the fresia incident... he was not about to leave these things to chance if he could help it... but he knew to not underestimate Ferus... Spinning as his speed enhanced flurry continued, Iziz's arms were little more than a blur of advancing blades as he would attempt to mince Ferus from the Knees up with ludicrously rapid strikes... the jawas' lips loosened, unable to contain his reasoning.

"How could you Ferus!? Millions of lives for the sake of your ambition? I trusted you! Looked up to you! But you're no saviour... you're a beast, a leviathan, a Therion who needs to be eradicated for the sake of the galaxy, and for the sake of the FORCE!

WHY!?"

Iziz yelled at his master, throwing all of his rage into his assault hoping to push the Darth on the defensive in such a manner that the Jawa could take advantage.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Golden eyes continued to flash red throughout all of this, yet his pale skin never once darkened. The explosions covered any noise of [member="Iziz Vei"] 's assault, including the most noticeable activation and humming of a lightsaber. Ferus was completely unaware of an impending attack, and had no way to prepare himself. If not for a pang of threat through the Force, he most likely would have lost his legs.

A quick leap was all the human could do as an unseen attack came for him. He dived into the center of the ring just as the rest fell, and he turned the dive into a quick roll, ending with him on his feet, turning, and facing the Jawa. A Jawa? Iziz? Eyes narrowed in anger as he focused in on the rodent man, listening to him rant and rave. Leviathan? A smile twitched at his lips at the mention of such a name. A giant sea beast.

The man continued back from his assault, unable to really defend or counter, just doing his best to keep what little balance he had and not get cut up to pieces. He did not respond, for now that he knew who was here, and why, he had nothing left he needed to know. Panic faded as rage took over, but a clear minded rage. This now became a test for his apprentice.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz persisted with his pursuit of his master, every step Ferus took backwards as he jumped into his roll would be met with a sprint from Iziz, keeping up with even an airborne target with his intense speed. Iziz would be on top of his master again, jumping so that he and his enemy would be eye to eye, Iziz's orange and sunshine yellow eyes flared like suns, one glorious and gold while the other like a red dwarf, simmering with grandoise power. The symbol which was branded on the Knight's shoulder lit up as a brilliant purple through his fur and jacket, like a holographic image penetrating through his robes as Iziz pooled more on the force... It was in middair that for a moment time would freeze for the Jawa, drawn into his head, a darker presence called to him, asking for the enraged jawa to take a moment from his assault and take a lecture.

"Iziz... those blades in your hands, why do you use them alone? You have already become adept at hurling them, I think now is the time you hold them aloft on your own, open your hands to weild other weapons... you must finish this fight quickly if you intend to deal any considerable damage to the dark lord. Spin, and let the blades spin with you... Feed from your hunger, your desire makes you more powerful, you passion makes you unstoppable... all of these stem from one's will to live, and will to survive... You will die if you don't give this fight EVERYTHING..."

Iziz felt himself take command of his body, as the world began to fast forward once again, the spining motion of Iziz's tail which was going to have him whip into a tornado of spinning blade's persisted, but, Iziz did not follow through the way he had initially intended... the voice in his head was never wrong... it was always right... always there... taking control when he was needed... speaking into the Jawa's ear. Iziz as he span let go of the blades, gripping them with none other than his telekinesis as he span, and the blades spinning around his body with him hovering at his sides. The strain of holding his speed and telekinetically gripping the blades at his sides was IMMENSE, Iziz could feel the strain on his mind as his focus was split, but he needed to hold them... the two floating double ended blades would hiss as they span like buzz saw-like discs of destruction.

Landing from the assault Iziz would crouch and draw his double ended pike, slinging it off his shoulder with another spin he would whip the crimson red blades out for [member="Darth Ferus"] 's knee with the full length of the pole.

"Men... women... children sacrificed for the Basin! wasted life! Terrorists I understand... but culling the masses... genocide... is the tactic of a beast, not a Sith! There will be no galaxy to rule with your poison!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Another flash of panic set into the Sith Lords eyes as suddenly four avenues of attack were opened upon him. Telekinetic weapon fighting was a difficult feat to achieve, one Ferus chose not to use himself, and yet here was [member="Iziz Vei"] , giving his all to kill him. Against so many differing angles of attacks, there was only one thing the man could do. Be on the defensive.

Within a single grasp his golden saber rested, his free hand would come around instead. The Force shimmered as the Jawa continued his assault, and a barrier, hastily made, would catch the deadly spinning tail. It shattered upon contact, but it would slow the coming blade enough for Ferus to continue to slip back. Powerful spinning blades came around him, but he would bob and weave, doing his damnedest to avoid the buzz saw like blades. This wasn't an easy task, as his whole form was quickly showing signs of lightsaber burns. While not lethal, they were painful, and some just deep enough to begin to hinder his movements.

This was getting far to difficult. Far to close to his own demise. Raw anger pulsed through his veins now, and as the Jawa swung his blade down for his own knees, Ferus returned the favor. All his hate was put into the energy of his blade, and upon contact with the red saber the golden would erupt with the Force, a powerful blast enough to shatter walls meant to throw the Jawa back and give himself some room. His body was burning all over, and it was clear he was going to be overwhelmed if he didn't press back.

 

[Darth Ferus]

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[Darth Ferus]

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[Iziz]

Iziz has succeeded, he could smell the pheremones of distress on Ferus, and that was something VERY few sith were able to claim, not only was Iziz managing to hold his own against the Hand of the Dark Lord, he was winning. It was time to press his advantage, though he was not skilled when it came to the use of telekinetic light-saber combat, it was a beginning and still more attack that he would normally have. The seven blades creating four angles of attack were working in as much Unison as Iziz could manage them to for the mean time. The force barrier that Ferus created shattered with the force Of Iziz's blow as the Jawa was managing to glance his opponent with his speedy hail of strikes. But the Jawa was smart, focused, the scent of burning flesh pulled on the Jawa's hunger and only empowered him further, making him blind tot he draining effects on his body for the mean time as he seemed to have a natural affinity for the techniques he was using, not draining him anywhere NEAR as much as they should in practice, the ability to perform the stance he was on instinct, infeasible at best.

But, it was Iziz's focus on scent which gave him the heads up to Ferus' change of approach, he smelt the surge of anger and the chemical changes in Ferus' body before they exploded into a force empowered blast from his saber. Iziz in a slight augmentation due to the shift in Ferus launched his spare hand forward as his strike reached its fruition, controlling the two floating discs to launch towards his opponent, one of them aimed for Feru's neck while the other was aimed for his right arm. It was only the microsecond they were launched that iziz's blade struck Ferus.' the blast threw Iziz back dozens of meters, his heart skipping a beat with the boom as he needed to react. About a dozen meters away, rather than allowing himself to crash into the wall or ground and tumble, Iziz's tail routed itself and stabbed into the ground below him, pulling Iziz over top and dragging him down like an anchor, blood leaking from the Jawa's mouth as his knees only just managed to bend enough to suppress the shock from the landing.

"You cannot be a leader of men... A spider cannot lead a colony... you would win this war, at the cost of burning the land behind you! Think me foolish as you will, sentimental, naive or inexperienced... But I am a Sith... and I am FREE."

Iziz's next move would be a surprise to everyone, channeling the force and rising his hands, it would look like he would be pooling the force into a push along or into the earth... but the true fact was, he was dragging something down, not by pulling it from the front, but by pushing it from behind to create the illusion of another action... the Roof, destabalised by the explosions had been crumbling over the past while, the final nail in Iziz's coffin and hoping the intense combat had blinded Ferus' melee centric senses. Boulders from the roof above would begin to fall for ferus... the stone of the temple they were within would begin to crash to the ground, Iziz had only pushed one of the mighty blocks, but without one, more began to drop sporadically across the arena, making it more dangerous than ever, but the first of them all... were aimed directly for ferus...

Iziz charged yet again, jumping high and kicking off one of the falling boulders in middair, soaring high and using his tail to grip to the crumbling ceiling above [member="Darth Ferus"] , awaiting his next move...

 

[Darth Ferus]

The blast from Ferus's saber wasn't just aimed in a single direction. The Sith Lord had lived far too long through too many battles not to think that [member="Iziz Vei"] wouldn't try to attack him from multiple angles. That's where the Jawa had the advantage after all. The blast blew outwards all around the Sith Lord, more like a repulse than a concentrated push, blowing back the disk blades at the same time the Sith's apprentice was too.

Red eyes snapped to the Jawa, so focused on his Force abilities. Now free to think, to move, the Lord once more put the energy of the Force within his blade. Countless times he has unleashed this sort of attack, and bringing up the golden blade he was ready to unleash a deadly wave of pure energy, but stopped. The room began to shake, and with a half glance upwards, the Sith knew why.

Iziz was tearing down the roof.

He watched the rodent leap his way to the ceiling, where eventually he would drop back down, but that did not matter. What mattered were the heavy rocks coming in his direction. So rather than unleash his wrath upon the Jawa, Ferus turned his attention to the impending doom. With now pitch black skin the man moved, swinging his blade up towards the debris. A wave of energy unleashed outwards, but it was not alone.

Like a blur the Lord's saber would move, unhindered by assault, and it would unleash wave after wave. Speed was his ally. The rocks falling would be met with countless attacks, too fast for most to be able to count, and what were once intimidating blocks became little more than loose rocks, pelting the ground harmlessly around him. Slowly the red gaze once more focused on his apprentice, a frown apparent.

What now, little rat?

 

[Iziz]

After Iziz's last outburst he could feel an anger within him, pulling him from the waking world as memories were formed in the Jawas mind about a conversation which never came to pass, like speaking to the Jawa through time and space, remembering words so that full sentences were known in an instant rather than them being dragged out in linear fashion.

'Iziz... you are a fool, you are no Sith, you follow the dark path of the Jedi without knowing the road... the Sith, the TRUE Sith, would have ended you long ago... you think you know fire? you think you know suffering? You think you know power!? this order is but a shadow of the Sith of old... who are but specters like I...'

Iziz looked down at his opponent from the roof who coiled explosive power into his blade as he launched the arcs of power for the boulders which came down for him. Kicking off, Iziz barrel-rolled down for his opponent, moving past debris as it detonated near him, narrowly missing one of the arcs of power as it flew for Iziz... but soon, like the furry footed meteor that he was he tucked his head and landed on his feet, crouching low and looking at his opponent... the Jawa's strength was failing now, he could feel his connection on the force beginning to slip, having been empowering his speed for the entire battle, as well as focusing on the telekinetic control of his weapons, Iziz had been pooling on the force this entire time merely to keep up with Ferus... but now that he was at the shoals of his reserves, Iziz was beginning to struggle. Taking a fraction of a second longer than ti would have before, as Ferus had blown away the Jawa's two floating Sabers, Iziz had not lost control of them nor released them from his grip.

Landing at the foot of the mountain, Iziz stepped forward with an arcing slash for Ferus' legs once again while he would still be using his force weapon to blow apart the last of the falling rocks which fell from the roof. Though, this action in of itself was but a feint, attempting to get Ferus to perform one of many actions which would spell his doom in the fight as Iziz would simultaneously time the returning of his two hovering blades back to himself from where they had been thrown to, diagonally behind Ferus. Each of them coming for his upper back, but one from the left side and behind, the other from the right. Iziz would hope that Ferus would jump, or jump back from his strike, into his two flying blades, or clash with him, locking up his weapon to allow the floating blades to hit him... he could even be distracted by the blades returning enough for Iziz's blow to the legs to land...

so many opportunities... plans within plans...

But as blood began to fall from the Jawa's nose form the stress he had put his body under, it would not be long before his demand of the force injured him severely.

He may have had [member="Darth Ferus"] on the run... and even wounded him... but all of that meant nothing if iziz was not able to finish him off....

 

[Darth Ferus]

Wide eyed and ultimately angry, Darth Ferus was no longer on the defensive. No longer was panic gnawing at him. He had caught his breath, and soon [member="Iziz Vei"] would learn one of the most valuable lessons a Sith can know.

Never attack the master before one is strong enough to kill him.

With the Jawa coming from the front, red eyes remained on him. But the Force alerted the master to another danger. The extra lightsabers. Those were pesky things indeed. Time seem to slow for the Sith Lord so attuned to combat however. There were two options really. Take one or both of the attacks, or find a way to redirect them. A grin slowly formed as the second one came to fruition.

His golden saber would shut off, the hilt clattering to the ground without any sort of warning. It was as if he had simply given up. For a brief second, perhaps victory was the apprentices. However, Ferus lept up into the air, his form arcing backwards as the rodents saber came for his legs. Completely immersed into the Force the Lord continued, arcing over the duel bladed sabers that would have spelled is doom.

But they were not simply avoided. With his own saber gone, and his mind free, he reached out with the Force, not to grip the sabers from the angered Jawa, but to forcibly shove them downwards. Make their arc move not up, but to the ground. And right for Iziz. It was a simple move, and as he continued his back flip to land on his feet, he would call back his saber under the impression that the Jawa would be dealing with his own blades coming to kill him.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz was smart enough to know that the dropping of one's light-saber was not a sign of submission, but a means that his opponent was going to use the full power of the force, channeling it through gesture and meditative stance... this was something Iziz could not allow to happen, in desperation, he sped up the spinning blades, but, Ferus jumped, arced over where they would strike, and with his hands held out he would grip the blades telekinetically... Iziz would instantly feel his own control which held them be wrestled loose and blatantly overpowered by the strength of the Shadow of the Dark Lord. As the two blades curved in for Iziz, slicing where his opponent once was, he continued the momentum of his blade, ducking as the blade rotated around his body and over his shoulder to his back, lining up with the two blades as their spinning forms crashed into Iziz's double ended pike. The force of Ferus' hold on them slamming him into the ground simply with the force, enough to shatter the Jawa's composure as well as hear an overpowering snap ring aloud for a moment as one of the rodent's Tibia fractured instantly from the force making him scream out in pain from the blow and collapse on the ground.

Cowering for a moment, Iziz focused on the pain, turning it into anger, hunger, his drive to survive. Using the pole of his staff the Jawa began to rise again slowly, supported by his staff, eyes of fire staring daggers at the sith lord who had been quiet this whole time. Iziz could smell the rage within him as the chemical changes in the sith lords' body produced pheremones which would give it away to the Jawa's sense of smell. But even with his passive empathy, it was not enough to protect himself from the attack, panting now, the Jawa tried to stand with no pressure on his leg, but the sheer movement of it was enough to send so much pain through his body, that even though he had risen to a knee, the pulsation of pain itself slammed Iziz back to the ground, crying out...

The Jawa was out of the game, that was it... a mocking voice echoing from within his mind...

"Yup... you loose little Jawa, let it be known you will not be remembered for your deeds as you die today... no matter how you console yourself with how close you were, the world will not know you tried, they will see you as a traitor, as the villain, not as a hero... your master is going to strike us down, destroy our body, and then I will drag you to chaos screaming in pain as I devour you for strength to compensate for the centuries of my time you have wasted...

You will see oblivion..."

The words bought tears to Iziz's eyes... he didn't want everything to end like this, he fought for the strength he believed himself to have, and he could not have possibly known the vast power Ferus had in his reserves. Enough to shatter reinforced boulders with telekinesis and shield himself from the most violent of strikes. Recover from burns and scathing blows and skims without dulling his focus and fight on at the level of a master... The power of a Lord was overwhelming, Iziz had been proud of his strength, fed on tales of students overcoming their masters... only realizing now that it was likely that for every master who had been overturned, there had likely been a dozen students who had attempted the deed and failed, forgotten to the records and lost to time.

They had seen oblivion...

"I hope you learned a lesson Iziz... ... ... ..."

There was a chuckle from within the Jawa, which began to grow slowly but steadily....

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Slowly he began to walk. Yes, this would be the end of [member="Iziz Vei"] , jaws, assassin, student. A deep breath from the Shadow caused his panting to cease, and his rage to subside. Ferus had one this fight, and as he watched his apprentice struggle to stand, the Lord couldn't help but remember the same determination he had seen when the boy first came to him.

With an outstretched hand the man called back his saber, letting the golden blade spring to life. Finally, he spoke, his niwngolden gaze focused on the boy.

"To break our chains, we must go to great lengths. There is no unworthy sacrifice for Sith. The dark side is our mistress, and she is cruel. We must tame her, no matter the cost. Look at how strong I am now. Look at the power I hold." Rather calmly he moved, stopping right in front of the Jawa. He was not worried about a counter attack now. The golden blade would slowly be pressed against his throat if he didn't resist.

"Do you now at least understand this? On what will be the death of Iziz?"

 

[Iziz]

'He's Right you know Iziz... you've tried this hard to get this far, but Ferus is not just a Darth you can push over, he's a Lord of the Sith, he's like me Iziz... something that is a perfect mix between natural born talent and decades of training that you cannot simply overcome... you may have the born talent... but you do not have the tempering required... You cannot be Iziz and win this fight... you have to be something more...This man is a monster made by the Sith machine... ... you're a mortal made of flesh and bone... how do you beat a monster like that Iziz...? how...?'

How indeed....

Iziz struggled against the ground, holding his arm and looking up at the blade of ferus, his vision twisted form the pain as the Jawa writhed and gritted his teeth till he bled from his gums. The mental anguish of failure combined with the sensation in his arm were almost overpowering... failure was a hard pill to swallow, it was true, Iziz in part felt that simply that he could not overcome this obstacle that he deserved to die... but this obstacle was not merely a hurdle, it was a mountain... his opponent wasn't human, wasn't mortal, it was like a dog facing off against an elephant. A man against a mouse. The gap was just so astronomical that it could not be bridged... though...

perhaps it was more simple...

'You get it now iziz...'

Darth... the title that enigmatic phantasmal title which dehumanized those who used it, immediately distancing themselves from human mortality and into the realm of the Sith as a whole. They became avatars to a greater ideal and not merely their own... there had to be power in that, in becoming something greater, one would become greater. But to simply cast away everything you were and become power itself, to become that raw philosophy of the Sith...

Was it really possible?

Gritting his teeth and sliding his hand to where his blade was, it was apparent that the Jawa was not able to reach it, it had cluttered too far and Iziz was too weak to call it back to him, his strength and presencce int he force was gone, his mind too washed with pain to focus on even the simplest of tasks.

"I think i understand..."

Iziz spoke aloud... as he continued to talk over the next while the sigil on his shoulder began to get brighter and brighter, wider and wider as his focus began to trickle back to himself.

Iziz remembered that he'd died at that knighting... since then he'd became something more, reborn as a phantom in the image of the body he had returned back to... He'd been clinging to his name like an idol to be worshiped and an ideal to look up to... it had been distracting him from reaching the goals he had intended to attain... ... He'd forgotten that he was a Sith now... A Darth... More than himself... not Iziz, the Jawa from Tatooine, abandonded, alone and afraid... But Darth Yannis! Shadow and Knight of the Assassins... he was hunger... and...

That's it Iziz... say it... let... me...in...

"...I'm a sith..."

There was shift of the power in the room, as Iziz had given into the power that was inside of him, defeated by their views as Ferus and the presence within beamed down on him like monolithic pillars of light... the light of the brand on his shoulder began to become brighter as Iziz's eyes, the capillaries and veins which ran through them burst, bloodshot, staining the bio-luminescent eyes red with the blood which ran through them more freely. But then, at a precipice, something clicked, the small contained brand on Iziz exploded outwards all over his back and even some of his arms as something elses power came into the body of the Jawa, something greater... something more that was finally in control. A deafening snapping of bone could be heard as the arm of Iziz, once snapped cleanly, and at an odd angle, snapped back into place with an invisible force as the Jawa snickered.

With a flicker of power in the force, Iziz was gone, a concussive boom and a crater left in the ground where he once was as the force enhanced speed was so grandiose, that the pressure of his movement caused what seemed to be an explosion of kinetic energy, strong enough to knock a man off his feet and slam him into a wall. Now, the entity unknown stood before ferus... tall, and very, very real. not hiding his presence in the force at all, the poisonous aura flowing freely, flaking off strips of the Jawa's skin as it fluttered into the air with but his ambient aura, showing that merely his presence was something a Sith knight could not hope to channel... A twisted smile crossed the face of the Jawa as he coiled his two hands together, sickness, plague and a horrific twist in the force began to pull at the hearts and the bodies of those in the room.

As pure dark side force power, strong enough to taint the air itself began to collect in the hands of the Jawa, flickering into existence as words upon words filled the room ambiently, spoken not from a tongue but from something deeper, something more primal... hoarse echoes through the force itself... The orb of destruction merely being called into existence flaying the Jawa's palms almost to the bone as the orb came to be at a fraction of its potential strength... but, just as it came to be, it flickered out of sight... ebbing as the creature looked to his hands, holding them up to his face to reveal them to both himself, and to ferus, disappointed, half burned away, bleeding and almost putrid.

"A shame... I guess next time then... ... ... [member="Darth Ferus"]..."

The creature spoke, its words crackled with lightning and malice before there was a sound like thunder, and with the flash, the beast was gone, and iziz fell hard to the cold stone.

dead to the world.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was only a brow raised as the boy spoke. So [member="Iziz Vei"] did understand? Good. Very good. Slowly a grin formed on Ferus's lips as he watched the Sith. Yes, a true Sith.

Then, there was a shift. A shiver went up the Siths spine, and he kept back just as Iziz did the same. No, not Iziz. He had felt this before, who ever it was, and he did not like it. Someone powerful, someone who could be a threat. Golden eyes narrowed in anger as he watched in silence.

He watched the world decay, his eyes only narrowing at the sight. Such a power was a pure dark ability, but it wasnt an ability the jaws was taught.

But as quick as it came, the specter left the boy, he dropping to the ground, still. Moving over to the boys body, the Sith would set a hand on the rodents neck. Alive? Dead? He wasnt sure.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz couldn't feel the hand that was pressed up against his neck, the Jawa was gone, out cold, but alive... barely. Iziz had been through some hassle, but it seemed that whatever had channeled through his body, even though it was only for a mere few fleeting moments, the power had been enough to rip the flesh from his body, and from the look of the blood that was trickling from his mouth done some internal damage also. The most of the damage however was done to his hands, almost skeletonized by the force of the Sickening Orb of toxic dark-side power, the skin around them poisoned by the dark side of the force and needing some level of medical attention before it spread up his arms.

The Jawa had been through a lot in the last few days, he could never have anticipated that the creature inside him would have taken over...

'You know why I'm here Iziz... I can do my best to protect you, but it is a shame your tiny body still resists me...

Stop holding back... and maybe I could have killed him for you... but... have it your way...'

...

The words fell on the mind of a creature too far gone to reply, only soaking into the vacuum that was his mind, he could feel ferus standing over him, feeling as if it would be the end... though... were it to be the end of his life, why would Ferus have checked to see if he was alive? The confusion of the situation, even with Iziz's mind awash in darkness was too much to think about, the confusion was just enough to push Iziz over the edge, and whatever was left of his struggling conscious awareness was swept away in the tides of exhaustion and fatigue. The Jawa was unable to resist the call of the abyss...

Whether he lived or died, was in [member="Darth Ferus"] ' hands...

 

[Darth Ferus]

"What a waste.. I cant just let you die one, not with this much potential within you. Sleep now Iziz, sleep deep and well. When you awake, you will truly be Sith."

Softly the Sith spoke, resting a hand atop the rodents head. Channeling through the Force the man would siphon his own energy into the Jawa, trying to simply give the boy enough strength to fight. Though, it wasnt much. Ferus gave him a tool, it was up to him to survive now.

"Wake stronger, and truly become my shadow."

 

[Iziz]

Iziz fell into the depths of a darkness again, but with the power that Ferus breathed into his body, it took some time, but something sparked within the Jawa, the energy to power his insurmountable will... Though it often seemed that they Jawa caved to the pressure of those stronger than him, the reality of his experience was reflected in the odds which were limitlessly stacked against him. Every foe to the Jawa, was like facing down a wampa, every monster to the Jawa was a titan, every force user, a god. But even so the Jawa had an impressive win history against these collossi within the Sith, Kalor, the Anzati, Darth Ophidia, Eryi, Ajihad... all of them were opponents he had beaten and all of them were opponents that no Jawa could have hoped to overcome without the willpower of something greater than themselves... without a drive to survive which compensated for the innumerable disadvantages which needed to be overcome.

Iziz clawed his mind back from the darkness, the sliver of power igniting a force far greater than his body... it re-awoke his mind. Although the Jawa lay there motionless, his mind was working to not allow him to fall into the darkness... ferus was not going to help him, this much was true, and Iziz's wounds were far too grand to not recieve medical attention, the poisoned flesh from his hands alone would be enough to kill him with little more than a couple of hours if left untreated. But, slowly, the Jawa's eyes re-ignited as they came open, struggling to move the Jawa coughed a curse under his breath and rolled over to his front, not able to move his arms at all as the blood circulation from his hands had paralyzed his arms entirely.

"Goddamn it... ... ..."

Iziz looked up to see if Ferus was still there by the time he had come to, crunching up and managing to pull one of his knees up, Iziz began to rise, each movement of his legs was like moving a mountain, straining his entire body as his muscles lit up like fire. But one by one he lifted his legs and staggered to his feet. Using his mechanical tail to keep his balance, the Jawa began to stumble towards a medical bay... If Ferus was there, Iziz would lock eyes with him for a moment, hatred and anger raged within those eyes as his lips would move to say three simple words...

"Thank you... ... ... Master..."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus, after giving [member="Iziz Vei"] the needed energy to survive, left. If the boy died, his body would become part of the broken room, lost. Forgotten. If he survived, the Darth knew he would see the Jaws again at a later date.

His part was finished.