"There are those swept up in the religious squabbling of the Jedi Knights and their Sith counterparts. The tides of war are unrelenting, and even the strongest durasteel eventually shatters under the insurmountable pressure. Yet, even broken, durasteel is still durasteel."
Name:Ein Leneer-NecavichFaction: The One Sith/Various Other Groups
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Species: Lorridian
Age: Twenty-Six
Height: 6'0
Weight: 197
Eyes: Blueish Gray
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Fair
Force Sensitive: Quite so.
Strengths
Primal Connection to The Force: Complete isolation for an extended period of time is a damaging affair. Ein had only the force for company, and delved deep into its embrace many times during his tenure in the prison. While untrained in a traditional manner, Ein is free from philosophical restrictions, and can manipulate the very cells within an object or living being given time and focus.
Martial Skill: Much of Ein's training revolved around martial arts and swordsmanship. His ability to manipulate the force reflects that; making him a terror in close ranged combat with a combination of swift movements and explosive bursts of telekinetic energy.
Excels Under Pressure: The more issues, the better. Ein has always had the odds stacked against him, whether in the form of multiple opponents, a lack of verbal ammunition, or simply being outclassed, he has learned to test his limits when disaster strikes. While this has helped him surpass many of his peers, it might very well be the death of him one day.
Unbreakable Mind: Ein was trained by his master to resist all forms of mental assault. Recognizing it as a common weapon employed by the Sith Lords of this age, Ein progressed his own training. Though his mind is not impossible to manipulate, his sheer will to retain independent thought is enough to make any mentalist think twice about taking up such an endeavor.
Weaknesses
Useless At A Range: While his ability to block blaster bolts is of note, Ein has no offensive capabilities at a range. His arm with a blaster is terribly poor, and while he does possess techniques in the force that would normally spread far, they are limited to his own inabilities. For instance, the farthest Ein can fire a bolt of lightning would be within the four meter area.Cybernetic Lung: Perhaps Ein's greatest weakness, a battle in his earlier days destroyed one of his lungs. It was since replaced with a cybernetic imitation. While this allow him to process oxygen more efficiently and thus make him slow to tire, a simple EMP grenade can render him unable to move, and over time, will make him suffocate.
Maverick: While its a bit cheesy to say, Ein is a maverick. He is not trustworthy unless you are in his inner circle, and he has a propensity for worming his way into positions of power. A sharp tongue and a strong swing have paved Ein's way to power, and left him very few allies, least of all friends.
Unreliable In A Group: Ein is not a team player. He has only ever fought alongside allies on the rarest of occasions. His style has been built around such, and the way he moves in combat can be just as devastating to his allies as to his enemies; breaking formation and possibly chopping off a friend's limb.
Appearance
Ein is by no means a striking figure. He stands around average at two meters, and his toned form is nothing special in this day and age. His features are somewhat angular, and his eyes a faint blueish gray. His dark brown hair is kept cut short to keep it from being pulled in combat. His beard is trimmed for a similar purpose. Scars from training under his master and his tenure in a Republic prison mar his body; the most prominent of which being two broad cuts across his lower right cheek, and a similar mark above his left eye.
History
Part I: Closing of the Republic-Sith War
Many years ago, the war between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire came to a dramatic close. Dromund Kass burned from Mandalorian turbolasers and a collision with an asteroid. Korriban was sacked by the Republic armies under the order of their Jedi commanders. It was a fabled war, a final conclusion to the age old conflict of the Dark and the Light.People will remember that war with both pride and disgust. They will recall the great heroes clashing in the Valley of the Dark Lords, the great naval excursions of Mandalorian Iron shattering the Sith fleets. They will remember the millions who died in the conflict, whether they be soldiers or subjects of an unlucky fate. What they will not remember are those whose lives were shattered by the bloody conflict.
Ein was a promising young man of nineteen years when the Sith fleets arrived over Togoria. The son of a waitress and a foreman at a nearby factory, he lived moderately well. Human immigrants on Togoria were not unheard of, and his family was unassuming and kept their noses clean. The war with the Sith was an afterthought for the family, it would never touch Togoria, and it would eventually settle itself.
That was until the bombs began to fall.
Darth Vornskr's genocide of the Togorians had Ein's family caught in the middle. They made their escape on one of the cargo shuttles from his father's factory - only to be shot down moments after takeoff. His father was killed in the crash that followed, and his mother left unconscious. Sith soldiers closed in on the crash site and took the two humans prisoner without a struggle. Fearing the repercussions of resistance, Ein went quietly with their Sith captors.
He and his mother were kept separately aboard one of the Sith ships when Korriban was sacked. Amidst the chaos, the ship housing Ein was damaged, and a conscientious Sith officer opened the prison cells as the ship went down. It was a mad scramble to get aboard one of the last few escape pods, but Ein would not leave without his mother. He arrived at her cell only to find that her situation had deteriorated. The woman had fallen into light coma and the Sith had not bothered to waste medical technology on a future slave.
Despite the rapid destruction of the ship, Ein managed to drag his mother to one of the last remaining escape pods aboard the ship. The pod was crowded, but Ein had survived.
They crashed down unto Korriban soon after the Sith Academy was captured. The Sith soldiers within the escape pod immediately set out for the nearest Republic FOB to surrender. Ein moved to follow, but a single Sith Lord in the party stopped him. This Sith Lord, who called himself Chirikin, convinced the young man that the Republic would euthanize his mother as medical supplies were restricted to the Republic military. Malnourished and desperate, Ein allowed himself to be convinced by the Sith Lord, and together they set out toward his private holding deep within the caves of Korriban.
The walk across the wasteland was long and dangerous. The native Tuk’ata attacked nightly, and each time they appeared, Chirikin cut them down. Surprised by what Ein perceived to be the Sith’s charity, the young man formed a friendship with his dark companion, and agreed to learn the basic techniques Chrikin had at his disposal.
They fed on the Tuk’ata that hunted them, and drank from the emergency water supply that the escape pod was outfitted with. Whenever there was a moment of pause, Chirikin used his dark arts to keep Ein’s mother alive. Though it looked painful, it was far better than letting her perish on such a decrepit world.
A month passed, and they finally arrived at Chirikin’s hideout. It was a small facility accessed through a turbolift built into a cliff wall. There, Chirikin’s medical droids tended to Ein’s mother, and she slowly began to recover. Chirikin warned that the process was going to be a long one, and explained that Ein had a connection to the netherworld of the Force. He wished to name himself Dark Lord of the Sith, and to use this young man as his hand in the coming battles. A herald to strike terror into the hearts of his enemies, and explain to help reform the Sith into a state of perfection.
Enamored with Chirikin’s abilities and thankful for his friend’s assistance, Ein agreed. For two years, he trained within Chirikin’s facility. He was taught about the Sith’s ancient history, the wars with the Jedi, and philosophy that many of the more traditional Sith might view as weakness. He only ever left the facility with Chirikin to observe the current state of the galaxy and replenish lost supplies.
It was on one of these ventures that fate judgment was wrought on the Sith Lord.
Ein accompanied Chirikin to the world of Ilum under the cover of archaeologists. There, Chirikin explained Ilum’s history with the Jedi Order, and challenged Ein’s philosophical views. Chirikin was known for preaching unity and a steady hand with the common folk; dominance, then order through fairness. He did not believe in cutting down his subordinates or annihilating worlds. The Sith needed control of the galaxy because no other group could rule sufficiently. Dissenters deserved punishment, but failure was not the ultimate end.
Pleased that his student agreed with his views, Chirikin helped the young man construct a lightsaber with one of the orange crystals within the caves. Their mission complete, Chrikin took Ein back to Korriban to see to his mother. When they arrived at the compound, the duo were confronted with Republic soldiers. Ein immediately surrendered, and his master did the same after seeing that the soldiers were flanking Ein’s mother.
It was bad luck that the soldiers had a grudge against Sith Lords. Chirikin was quickly cut down under blaster fire, and Ein was forced to defend himself. He held the soldiers at bay as his mother was moved to their transport. Furious, the apprentice unleashed a bout of force lightning on the soldiers. One was killed, and the others wounded. The display mortified the soldiers, and they quickly retreated to their shuttle, vowing to return with reinforcements.
Wounded and alone, Ein stole the treasure trove of history from Chrikin’s private terminal, took his master’s lightsaber as a memento, and left in Chrikin’s shuttle.
Part II: Naboo
The galaxy is a big place, and it only seems larger when one roams it alone. Terrified of being captured by the Republic, Ein, settled on the Protectorate world of Naboo. There he opened a small fishery near one of the planet’s many lakes. Each day, he trained himself in the arts that Chrikin had opened his eyes to, using his late teacher’s data and many holocrons to attain a certain proficiency in lightsaber combat and the darker arts. All was done in the hopes of one day freeing his mother from her incarceration in the Republic.
He received letters from her every now and again. The Republic kept her on the world of Anaxes, believing that she was a personal hand of the Sith’s former leadership. She was treated well, but the possibility of ever attaining freedom was slim. The letters were always addressed to her uncle on Naboo, rather than Ein whose existence was a well-kept secret from her captors.
It was in that interim of time that Ein met a gardener by the name of Alexa. While he was seen as an outcast by the majority of the village, save for those that worked at his fishery, Alexa treated him kindly. The woman took a liking to this strange offworlder, for what young village girl does not dream of a man from far away coming to change the monotony of a boring life.
At first, Ein was hostile toward her advances. However over time, Alexa grew on the fledgling Sith. He was invited to social outings with her family, and through her, the village began to accept him as one of their own. In return, Ein developed affections for his new friend, and soon after the two were married.
Even so, he did not forget about his mother. He explained his past to Alexa, and she accepted him with no strings attached. Convinced that he had a home on Naboo, Ein promised to find his mother a place in the village once she was freed. After three years of training, Ein and his wife readied to free his mother. They knew the facility she was kept in, as security was rather lax, and had transportation to Anaxes.
Two days before they were scheduled to leave, Naboo was attacked by the ASA in retaliation for the battle of Drunkenwell. Able bodied and confident in his skills, Ein offered himself as a protector of the village. Surely enough, ASA soldiers passed through his town on their way to Theed. A small regiment of the RSF fought them in the streets, and Ein served as a rallying force for the villagers.
Men and women armed themselves and fought alongside the RSF, stopping the ASA advance. Victory seemed assured as ASA casualties mounted. The soldier retreated back toward their main force, and Ein believed the battle for Naboo to be a Protectorate victory.
That was when the tanks showed up.
The ASA armored division opened up on the small village. Homes were reduced to rubble. The RSF soldiers were forced into a retreat. The ASA warriors strode through unhindered as the villagers surrendered.
Ein rushed to his home to find Alexa. To his relief, the small home on the edge of the town was undamaged. Tentatively, he approached the house, and found the door unlocked. Confused, he stepped inside and called out Alexa's name. He was met with a torrent of blaster fire that tore through his right lung and sent him sprawling back into the glass.
Alexa strode out with two ASA soldiers flanking her. She explained that she was a part of the Spynet and hired by the ASA military board. Ein and her family had been a part of her cover.
The soldiers moved to finish him off, but Alexa forced them to stop. She pointed out that he would soon choke on his own blood, and it was better to let nature take its course. Shrugging, the soldiers complied, and Alexa left her husband to his fate.
Part III: Anaxes
Ein spent four months in a bacta tank recovering. The time taken was excessively long for such a wound, but something lengthened the tenure that the doctors could never identify. His own affinity for the Dark Side of the force weakened his body. Its powers betrayed him.
Upon stabilizing, he was outfitted with a cybernetic lung courtesy of the RSF for his efforts in Naboo’s defense. He returned to his village shortly after, only to find it abandoned. Rebuilding was more expensive than relocating, and the home he had built for himself and Alexa was nothing more than a painful reminder of his own naivety. Steeling himself, Ein set out for Anaxes.
He arrived under an RSF alias courtesy of his friends in the security force. They had arranged for his mother to be moved to a prison on Naboo as Anaxes was a primary target for the One Sith, and keeping the prisoners safe under fire would be an issue.
The trip was a quiet one. Alone, Ein smiled when he needed to, said all the things the RSF officers had taught him, and went along with whatever the Republic officials requested. The transfer was solidified, and Ein was sent to one of the penitentiaries to retrieve her.
He was finally going to be united with his mother; the only person he could call family. The sheer relief that Ein felt as he walked through the secure doors to meet with his mother was overpowering. He should have felt the guardsmen pulling their blasters before they ever had the chance to point them at him. He should have cut them down before they could get a shot off, but he did not.
He had been deceived.
Ein was incapacitated by the guard’s stun rifle and locked in the Anaxes prison, charged with accounts of treason against the Galactic Republic. His mother’s letters had been monitored; the Republic had known from the beginning that a Sith correspondent might be involved.
There was no trial. Ein was strung up by his hands in an archaic chamber beneath the modernized level of the facility. Iron shackles held him suspended in the air, sheering the flesh from his wrists and cutting into the muscle beneath. There he remained for months, surviving only off of the Force and the rodents that drew too close to his feet.
During this tenure, he became steeped in the Dark Side of the force. His pain became his strength. His anguish became his means for survival. His will to save his mother and make those that had drawn them into this conflict became his motivation.
One day, when half the galaxy suddenly disappeared and the force seemed to leave him, Ein broke the chains.
Over the many months of isolation, Ein had learned to see the galaxy from a different perspective. With the force, you could look beyond the skin, through epidermis, the muscle, the sinew that pulled it together, down into the very cells that made up the body. This could be done with inanimate objects as well.
He’d slowly forced the steel to rust. A process that could have been done with a simple telekinetic snap, but then he would be surrounded by hundreds of guards. The galaxy was in a panic now, and the time he had planned form, a moment of weakness in Anaxes’s defense, had come.
Though weakened, the iron chains were formidable. He cut deep furrows into his hands breaking the rusted metal. Wounded, malnourished, but hopeful, Ein made his way out from the dungeon. He arrived at the guard’s station finding it entirely empty, retrieved a spare suit of Peacekeeping Riot Gear, his lightsaber, and a comm unit, before heading up top.
In the midst of the widespread panic, he commandeered an interplanetary shuttle. There was only one place he could go that had the resources necessary to find his mother. Only one place where he wouldn't be ostracized for his abstract beliefs.
Ein plotted a course for Prakith...
Part IV: The One Sith
TBD
Equipment
The Dictata, a standard Gallard One purchased with Ein's own credits.Ein's personal lightsaber.
A suit of Zevronce armor modified to fit his clothing and retain movement capability.
Kills: N/A