Zykhan
Eternal Darkness
“Yes m’lorde.” Mortivious’s dark voice rang across his room. He tried not to wake his bunk mates as he get up out of his cot and gathered his posessions. He had been contacted by someone high up in the Sith, apparently they wanted to see how he measured up to his intimidating looks. The sleepy eyed apprentice adorned his jet colored robes, casting them over his chilly shoulders. He had been staying in the temple on the planet Rhen Var in search of a lightsaber crystal to construct his own lightsaber to replace the one given to him by the Dark Lords to use.
His search had been a giant disappointment so far, he dove deep into the caverns on the planet, searching high and low for a crystal that called out to him, had the same echos and vibrations within the Force as he did. In a sense, he was looking for a bonded crystal, a fable whispered about from times of old. It was a story about a Sith or Jedi whose charisma and leadership abilities were such that even the Force attuned crystals in the cave wished to follow. Such bonds were very hard to come by and were only recorded a handful of times.
The Force had brought the apprentice to the planet for a different reason it seemed. The Dark Lords who oversaw the temple had called Mortivious to their chambers to call a manhunt. The frosty halls offered no distraction from the mission, the apprentice’s mind running wild with possibilities of who he was to go after. He thought back on what he could have done to catch their eye, or to catch their scorn, but nothing came to mind. He had come to the temple and stayed as quiet as possible, knowing the other Sith would be eager to steal whatever power he was even imagining. On the iceball planet it didn’t take long for anyone get a little stircrazy, especially in that abyss of a temple.
He made haste toward the Sith’s chambers, passing the guards who were destined to wander the halls in search of enemies that would likely never come for the rest of their lives. They were servants to the Sith, but had their own form of power among the temple. You always knew it was a bad decision to cross a guard, they got in close with all of the Sith and often at that. They would likely be some of the most dangerous figures in the temple and most of them couldn’t even use the Force. For this reason, Alaxander made sure to tread lightly when in their presence, he didn’t make any unnecessary noises or motions.
He alerted his presence to the personal guards of the Sith Lords, asking them to strike upon the door, not wishing to upset the Lords himself. They opened the doors to the Sith Lords, the wraiths clad in all black, their faces obscured by shadows. The guards bowed as he entered the chambers, likely as a last right of sorts, because most who entered a Sith’s chambers this late at night never returned.
“Take a seat, apprentice. We have a matter most grave we need your assistance in.” The Sith Lord on the far right extended his hand, pulling forward a seat. The other two Lords stood in silence, observing the situation, calculating their every move. Mortivious still couldn’t make out their faces, they obviously didn’t wish to be viewed by such lowly eyes. “We’ve been watching your progress.” The first Lord snarled, his voice dripping with the Dark Side.
Mortivious obliged their offer of a seat, sitting before the specters and awaiting his fate. The second Dark Lord spoke, her voice was much softer, like a Twi’lek blade dancer swaying in the wind, but it still had sharpness to it, a poison tip if you will. “One of our prisoners has escaped.” She slithered her way around the large table separating them. Tendrils of the Force tickled at Mortivious, she was giving him some sort of Force boost it seemed, his arms seemed to tingle, his muscles tightening. “We need an apprentice with your…strengths to stop him.”
“Our sentry droids haven’t reported back after we sent them to check a small mountain pass three clicks southeast of here. Go fetch this prisoner and bring him back to us. Alive.” The third voice chimed in, its voice had no gender, it both boomed with bass but lured you in with a certain flowery appeal, like a demon who at one time long ago was a female. The deep voice echoed through your entire head, hitting every nerve ending possible, this Sith Lord was clearly the most powerful of the three.
Soon after they informed him of his mission the cast him from their chambers, saying they would be watching from afar and would know if he betrayed them. It wasn’t hard to understand that meant if he didn’t do what they wanted they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. It was hard to come by power within the Sith so even the offer of proving himself was enough for Mortivious. He strode confidently down the hallways this time, he cared not if he made noise or woke the other sleeping Sith, he had orders from very powerful Dark Lords.
He exited the Sith Temple clad in his onyx robes, a medium suit of insulated armor, a meditation band around his head and his lightsaber. The location the convict was in was one of the places Mortivious had gone searching for his lightsaber crystal. It would be an hour’s travel to get there, but when he did something told him the mission would be worth it.
His search had been a giant disappointment so far, he dove deep into the caverns on the planet, searching high and low for a crystal that called out to him, had the same echos and vibrations within the Force as he did. In a sense, he was looking for a bonded crystal, a fable whispered about from times of old. It was a story about a Sith or Jedi whose charisma and leadership abilities were such that even the Force attuned crystals in the cave wished to follow. Such bonds were very hard to come by and were only recorded a handful of times.
The Force had brought the apprentice to the planet for a different reason it seemed. The Dark Lords who oversaw the temple had called Mortivious to their chambers to call a manhunt. The frosty halls offered no distraction from the mission, the apprentice’s mind running wild with possibilities of who he was to go after. He thought back on what he could have done to catch their eye, or to catch their scorn, but nothing came to mind. He had come to the temple and stayed as quiet as possible, knowing the other Sith would be eager to steal whatever power he was even imagining. On the iceball planet it didn’t take long for anyone get a little stircrazy, especially in that abyss of a temple.
He made haste toward the Sith’s chambers, passing the guards who were destined to wander the halls in search of enemies that would likely never come for the rest of their lives. They were servants to the Sith, but had their own form of power among the temple. You always knew it was a bad decision to cross a guard, they got in close with all of the Sith and often at that. They would likely be some of the most dangerous figures in the temple and most of them couldn’t even use the Force. For this reason, Alaxander made sure to tread lightly when in their presence, he didn’t make any unnecessary noises or motions.
He alerted his presence to the personal guards of the Sith Lords, asking them to strike upon the door, not wishing to upset the Lords himself. They opened the doors to the Sith Lords, the wraiths clad in all black, their faces obscured by shadows. The guards bowed as he entered the chambers, likely as a last right of sorts, because most who entered a Sith’s chambers this late at night never returned.
“Take a seat, apprentice. We have a matter most grave we need your assistance in.” The Sith Lord on the far right extended his hand, pulling forward a seat. The other two Lords stood in silence, observing the situation, calculating their every move. Mortivious still couldn’t make out their faces, they obviously didn’t wish to be viewed by such lowly eyes. “We’ve been watching your progress.” The first Lord snarled, his voice dripping with the Dark Side.
Mortivious obliged their offer of a seat, sitting before the specters and awaiting his fate. The second Dark Lord spoke, her voice was much softer, like a Twi’lek blade dancer swaying in the wind, but it still had sharpness to it, a poison tip if you will. “One of our prisoners has escaped.” She slithered her way around the large table separating them. Tendrils of the Force tickled at Mortivious, she was giving him some sort of Force boost it seemed, his arms seemed to tingle, his muscles tightening. “We need an apprentice with your…strengths to stop him.”
“Our sentry droids haven’t reported back after we sent them to check a small mountain pass three clicks southeast of here. Go fetch this prisoner and bring him back to us. Alive.” The third voice chimed in, its voice had no gender, it both boomed with bass but lured you in with a certain flowery appeal, like a demon who at one time long ago was a female. The deep voice echoed through your entire head, hitting every nerve ending possible, this Sith Lord was clearly the most powerful of the three.
Soon after they informed him of his mission the cast him from their chambers, saying they would be watching from afar and would know if he betrayed them. It wasn’t hard to understand that meant if he didn’t do what they wanted they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. It was hard to come by power within the Sith so even the offer of proving himself was enough for Mortivious. He strode confidently down the hallways this time, he cared not if he made noise or woke the other sleeping Sith, he had orders from very powerful Dark Lords.
He exited the Sith Temple clad in his onyx robes, a medium suit of insulated armor, a meditation band around his head and his lightsaber. The location the convict was in was one of the places Mortivious had gone searching for his lightsaber crystal. It would be an hour’s travel to get there, but when he did something told him the mission would be worth it.