Did You Not Enjoy Paralysis?

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael watched as a blue haze jumped all around the corner, this time however there was no still image, this time there was no stopping in time, this time they seemed to be moving with the image itself. People danced and jumped all about, and Soliael came to a halt, grabbing onto Anaya's arm to stop her as well. Something else was going on here, something entirely different than before. This wasn't a stilled memory, this was history.​

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Coruscant​

413 ABY​

A young man stalked down the corridor of the Jedi Temple, an air of absolute calm and collectedness around him. There was a cold grin on his face as well, a smile that only told of malice. Jedi after Jedi Passed him by, padawans, knights, masters. They all moved by him and smiled at him, taking his grin for mischief of something of the like. Of course it was all a lie. This was Saul Talith, this was the future Dreadlord, and he knew something that none of them knew, he knew something that they could only dream of.​

A darkness was growing within the skies,clouds of death and destruction that rang through the air. None of the Jedi could feel them, none of those who were blinded by the light could even sense a hint of them.​

But Saul knew, Saul could sense them.​

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Battle was finally coming, what he had trained for for the past ten years was coming. The darkness that lingered within his heart finally called out, finally he would be allowed to fight the Sith. The Jedi had grown so complacent, so stagnant. They had turned from their warrior lives and become nothing but sniveling rats. This would change now, he could feel the darkness approaching. ​

Saul Talith walked to the highest tower he was allowed to visit here in the Jedi Temple, the Third spire, a training spire. It had stood for over three hundred years, after the fall of Krayts Empire and the reinstatement of the Republic. Saul remembered seeing it for the first time, thinking of what the view must have been like. Now he could see it, he could see for miles and miles across, the skies of Coruscant were clear, but they would not be for long.​

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As if his prediction had changed the sands of fate suddenly a blurred cleared the skies of Coruscant. Then another, then another. Star Destroyers fell from the heavens, turbo-lasers and missiles streamed down onto the city world and Saul's wide green grew even wider.​

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Alarms began to blare, and he could feel people shout from even up here, the Sith Had come to Coruscant.​

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Three Days Later​

Saul Talith bristled. The Sith had come to Coruscant, They had destroyed this world, they had raped it, killed its people and nothing had been done. The Jedi had not come out to fight the Sith, they had not gone to meet their age old enemy lightsaber to lightsaber. They had not fought. They had hidden.​

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They had locked the gates to the Temple, they had frozen themselves within their fortress. Knights, masters, Padawans, Younglings. All had trapped themselves within. Those that had wanted to leave had been detained, not allowed to fight for their lives or anyone elses. The Council had said they could not risk anyone falling into the Sith Hands and being converted, but Saul knew the Truth, they were cowards.​

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All of them were afraid, afraid of the Sith, afraid of fighting.​

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For three Days the Jeid had hidden themselves away within the Temple. Thousands of capable warriors hiding in the midst of an invasion, hungry Sith sitting just outside ready to pounce. All they needed was an opening.​

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They could not get past the mighty shield that surrounded the Temple, and they could not get inside without dying to the powerful auto-canons and Jedi Defenses. There was no way to breach the Temple, the Sith knew this. So they watched and waited, they besieged the temple. Those within were simply forced to watch, those who refused to fight coward in fear like rats. Those like Saul However...they just became angrier.​

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“Open the gates.”​

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A voice rang out within his mind. Though it was not his own.​

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Day 16 of the Siege​

16 days had passed. Sixteen days of waiting, of sitting on his thumbs and doing nothing, sixteen days of watching his fellow Jedi be cowards. He could not take it anymore, he could not stand the galaxies greatest warriors reduced to nothing but simpering cowards.​

Masters he had once respected became weak in his eyes. Councilors who had once been beacons of hope had failed to be anything more than statues of fear, and knights he had once considered Paragons of the light...proved to be nothing but shattered idols. Saul Talith had grown up. He saw the Jedi for what they really were.​

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Weak.​

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“Open the Gates.”​

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It whispered again.​

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Day 27 of the Siege​

The final day of the Siege of the Jedi Temple was as calm as could be. The Weather control station of Coruscant had been seized by the Sith, and in an attempt to sweat out the Jedi the Darksiders had cranked up the heat. Many of the Jedi sweated and rotted away in their own stink. One however had accepted it, had come to like it.​

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Saul.​

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The young red haired Jedi had made up his mind. The Jedi were weak. If they would not fight on their own, then he would provoke them.​

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Slowly the young man walked through the great hall of the Jedi Temple, the one that lead to the gates. He wandered with quick and heavy footsteps, each time hus boot struck the ground thunder seemingly rang out. He came closer and closer to the gates control he reached within a few meters of it. When finally a voice erupted behind him.​

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“Padawan. What do you think you're doing?”​

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Saul turned around, a dark and dangerous look in his eyes. The Young Jedi reached for his lightsaber battle-axe, a massive weapon with six lightsaber emitters, three arranged in a cross on each end. He ignited the blades before he ever spoke, his words punctuated by the cold thrum of the lightsabers. “I am falling Master Leilwin.”​

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It were the only words that fit, the only ones that the Jedi would here, and suddenly Saul was upon the Master.​

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With all his pent up rage, with all his hurt, with all his emotion Saul battered away at the Jedi Master. He fought as a Sith would, no coordination, no grace, only battering of lightsabers. His six blades cut into the area all around them, the floor, the columns, everything was turned to slag in the onslaught of Saul's wake. The Jedi Master could do nothing, each attack he deflected was met with another one, each strike found its mark missed. He was being out played.​

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Saul whirled around, slicing the battle-axe in a large wake. The Jedi Master sliced downward with his single saber, but it was too late. One of the emitters struck Master Leilwin in the knee, and then a massive burst of Red Force Lightning struck out from the padawan.​

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Leilwin howled and screamed, the lightning tearing apart his body and causing him to drop dead instantly.​

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Saul immediately deactivated the Battle-axe, the sickening Cheshire grin returning to his face. He moved with grace and poise to the gate control, a dozen Jedi running up behind him just as he reached the console.​

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“SAUL! STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!”​

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The Jedi spotted the corpse on the floor, one of their Masters dead. Saul's grin got wider, his eyes becoming orbs of terror. Six words broke past his lips as the gates of the Jedi Temple began to pull open, an army of Sith waiting beyond.​

Suddenly, Soliael snapped back. The memory returning to the necklace and the waking world around them becoming real again. They had just witnessed Moridin's fall to the darkside, the fall that had dubbed him the Betrayer of Hope. A shiver ran up his spine, his mother had told him about this, but it was a different thing all together to see it.​

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's lips curled into a smile as silence descended over them. All the pieces of the puzzle fell together in her mind. The path was laid out for her, it always had been. This was never about power, this was never about control. She'd wasted so much of her time on the Empire, clawing her way towards the top only to be cast out. She'd created her own little Empire in the form of a business because control was required. A sith should have something to stand above. But it was all a lie. She'd tried to fit a square block into a round hole and only now did she realize why it didn't fit.

This was always about chaos. About upsetting what was believed to be the natural order. The true Lord of Chaos was dead and gone, but his legacy remained.

She remained.

She fixed the necklace about her neck and turned a dangerous glitter in her eyes. "Come Sol," she said softly "Lets see what else he has for us." I have a galaxy to disrupt.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He didn't say anything for the longest time. He had long known about his fathers fall, Quietus and Silencia had both told him of it. That quote however had stuck in his head, the words of his father when he had opened those gates, when he had been dubbed The Betrayer of Hope. An uneasy feeling however still settled within his stomach, Chaos was a daunting place.

Soliael had known his father had gone there for a time, that he had been able to shift in and out of the Sith Hell at will, but had he truly been it's lord? That would have been quite a trick.

He frowned slightly as he followed behind Anaya, the darkness of the cavern becoming more stark.

To Soliael of course it wasn't a problem, he could not see the light anyway. To Anaya however it would prove to be somewhat of a challenge, especially when a group of low growls began to spring from the blackness of the path. The Sith Lords ears perked up quite quickly, and a pulse of the Darkside escaped him once again. It surged through the room, then rebounded back onto him. He grimaced.

There were hound like creatures here, Tuk'ata? No...they smelled different.

A low snap could be heard as the pack of dogs moved closer, sniffing the air and surrounding the two Sith. One got close to Soliael, ready to bit and bite when it suddenly stopped, as if stunned.

The Darkhound bristled slightly staring unmoving up as Soliael. It let out a rough bark at the Sith, though the man simply stared. “What are these things?”

Soliael asked Anaya as the pack surrounded them, they no longer seemed to mean any harm, but instead inched closer to Soliael, like a dog finding its master.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya uttered a string of ancient sith words as the darkness closed about them, her eyes adjusting to see as clear as day. There were gifts Anaya had obtained without Moridin, magic was one of them. Anaya let out a gasp of delight and lowered herself to her haunches as the hounds came closer. They could smell Moridin in Soliael.

"They are Serin, darkhounds. Howlrunners, selectively bred and twisted with the darkside. They were Moridin's most prized pets." One lowered its head and let out a low growl, baring its teeth at Anaya. "Your father was the only one to control them, we would be dead right now, if it wasn't for the fact that you smell like him." Her hand curled around a rock, as the growl intensified, and the beast took another step forward. The lethan stood her ground and the beast lunged. She twisted aside, cracking it over the head. It yelped and moved away shaking its head.

"I strongly suggest, you try to command them. Before they change their minds about biting us. I would like to survive this day." Anaya remained low, her eyes as wild as theirs.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael grimaced, though most would have called it a scowl. He had never had the talent to command beasts with the force. He had tried to do so many times on Onderon under the tutelage of his mother and many other beast Masters, unfortunately he had always just been more...natural with animals. He could not use the force to influence them, then again if what Anaya said was true then he would need the force.

The Dreadlord's son closed his eyes for a second, then let loose his Force Aura. A powerful wave of the darkside passed over Anaya and himself, and then the hounds.

In an instant they went from snarling predators to pleased puppies. They barked and woofed at the two Sith, rolling on the ground. Soliael watched them through the force with a wry grin on his face. Even Sithspawn it seemed had their playful side. A part of him wanted to study these creatures further right here and now, but he knew there was no time. “It seems...they're tied to my fathers aura.”

He didn't mention that his aura was similar, that was easy enough to guess. With a simple shrug Soliael walked passed Anaya, nearly tapping her on the bottom again as he did so. The hounds followed closely behind, trotting neatly with a sort of childlike glee about them. Their master had come home. After another twenty minutes of walking into the cavern Soliael and Anaya stumbled upon a wall.

A pure black Onyx piece of work carved with intricate runes and mazes. Soliael touched it, trying to get a better look. As he did so a piece of the wall moved, shifting slightly beneath his touch. The False god lifted his hand for a second.

“It's a puzzle.” He said pointing out the obvious. The wall before them it seemed was not just one section, but hundreds. Dozens upon dozens of different tiles jumbled and on small tracks, easy enough to rearrange, but rearrange into what?

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya rose slowly as the aura washed over her. It sent a shiver through her to realize just how much he felt like Moridin despite their differences. A hound paused next to her as Sol passed, his hand brushing her behind again. A smile formed on her lips, her hand moved to scratch the hound behind the ears. She wondered if Moridin would be proud to have him as a son, or if he would just disregard him as he did everything else. Moving after him she came to a simple conclusion.

The galaxy would have trembled when they clashed, which she had no doubt that they would.

Anaya titled her head as she joined him at the wall and let out a sigh. "I'm starting to think your father had too much time on his hands." Moving forward she began to move the pieces pulling them together to see what they could be. She clicked her tongue "Oh you clever bastard." she purred as the labyrinth on the wall made its self apparent. "A puzzle within a puzzle. You never could make things simple."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael watched as Anaya put together the puzzle, his eyes shifting over and over as blocks of black onyx moved over the door. He smiled slightly and a few times point out to Anaya that a piece of the puzzle should go elsewhere, it was obvious to him...at least sometimes. When the Labyrinth was finally put together the Dreadlord's son simply looked at it with the force, he allowed droves of the darkside to come off of him, allowed them to touch the wall so he could feel every curve, every ditch, every tiny groove.

The pattern began to lay out within his mind.

“Time was all he had.” Soliael said with a slight smile as he began to build the darkside of the force within his finger tips. Then he moved his palm upward, placing the tip of his finger in one of the more central grooves. Slowly he began to slide his finger tip through the labyrinth, a trail of dark red corruption fell after his palm and the labyrinth itself began to glow.

He moved his finger through the grooves, until eventually Soliael found the end.

His finger tip touched free space again, and the door let off a bright sheen. The labyrinth was consumed by an eerie red glow that grew brighter and brighter with each second. Then, all of a sudden it ceased. The door's parted, like a snail the two walls parted, until eventually a gaping doorway stood in front of Anaya and Soliael. Before them now stood a massive room filled with glittering gems, swords, knives, and all sorts of trinkets and goodies the stink of the darkside grew from it all. Illumination seemed to come from everywhere, and no where.

At the center of it all on a pedestal stood a near cylindrical object, though it appeared to be broken in half.

It was a treasure trove of riches, and power.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's eyes lit up as she moved into the treasure trove a wide smile appearing on her face. What woman could resist the call of such beauty? Light bounced off the gems dappling exposed skin. She moved through it all, touching nothing. If she had learnt one thing in her lifetime it was that things were never as they seemed. The air was thick with the darkside causing goosebumps to rise on skin, like a child in a candy shop Anaya danced around the room, feeling the force flow through her as she did.

She came to a halt before the pedestal, regaining her composure as she did. "What is it?" she asked her companion. The hounds bounded in their wake, one came to rest at Anaya's side, her hand moved automatically to scratch its head.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael walked through the room brazenly. He doubted that anything within this room was trapped. His father was vengeful, but if anyone made it this far he doubted Moridin would bother with more tricks. Quickly the Sith walked up to the small pedestal, looking down at the broken cylinder half for only a few seconds before gently grabbing it with his thumb and index finger. He brought up the small piece and smiled.
“The second part of his holocron.” Soliael smiled as he looked at the thing, it was simple metal work, not even engraved with anything. No one except for Soliael and perhaps Dissero would even have known what it was, but he did know, and that made it more valuable than likely anything else in this room. “Its only the second piece. There is another after this one.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, a courtesy since he was blind. “I hope you don't mind my taking this.”

It wasn't really a question, more of a statement. This was the only thing in the room he wanted, the only thing in the room he needed. His fathers Holocron was important to him, out of sentimentality if nothing else. The hounds seemed to slink around him mirthfully, two pieces coming together, thats what this was to them.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Something tells me," she said softly, moving behind Soliael and wrapping her arms across his stomach "That I have no choice in the matter." It was clear that Soliael, despite never having met his father was privy to more secrets than Mordin's own apprentice. This did not sting the lethan as much as one would expect. She had gained something form this, an insight to her old master, a better understanding of where she was to go now. But right now, none of it mattered. "And as I am without my lightsabers, there is very little I can do about it." Oh there was more to it than that, like the fact that the hounds would respond to him and were all around them. Anaya wasn't a fool, she picked her fights carefully.

Hunger flashed across her eyes, a smirk forming on her lips before she bit the base of Soliael's neck playfully. "Are we done here?" she purred between kisses that ran up his neck.

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[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Not quite yet.” Soliael gave a mischievous grin as he placed the broken cylinder into the same pocket as the Krayt dragon pearls. Then almost a little too roughly he grappled onto her, snatching her up into the air and holding her up onto his waist. He kissed her fiercely, and then began to drop them both into a pile of soft gold coins and heavy silks. Soliael laughed slightly, he had never had a woman on top of a pile of gold and he intended to do so today.

He had achieved another step, and that was cause for celebration.

The tear of fabric could be heard resounding in the chamber as Soliael tore off Anaya's meager clothing.

The hounds in reaction to Soliaels Aura promptly lopped out of the great treasure room, taking up a guard position outside of the gates. The sounds of resounding laughter and soft moans could be heard throughout the caves as the...celebration, comenced.