Private Fortunes of the Dark Side

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon was piloting his Hangman's Lament well piloting was a generous term for what he was doing, it was going down fast. The hyperdrive had blown. Drakon was sure he could fix it but for that he needed The Hangman to be still long enough for him to take a spanner, and scanner to the engines. He needed to set her down first. Down being the operative word that was going to happen either way. Best he could manage was a controlled dive.

"Kraken piece of grog poodoo." Drakon cursed.

"This is what happens when you buy a piece of crap design thousands of years old!" Drakon cursed himself. "Oh it was state of the art for it's time sure."

Drakon jumped in his seat as turbulence hit him, he pulled back on the controls hard.

"You just couldn't resist the heavy armaments could you?!" Drakon cursed at himself.

"Next time I'm getting something sleek and modern. Something from Naboo or Hapes." Drakon grunted as he began the decent into a controlled dive. Drakon kept his mouth shut to concentrate as he brought the Hangman down into an open field, gliding her in, bumping twice, before skidding to a long stop.

Drakon grunted as he came to the stop and breathed a sigh of relief. Drakon caught his breath before he growled and marched his way to the engine room to check out the damage. Drakon paused. First, he had better check out the planet he had crash landed on, make sure there weren't any hostile natives or creatures ready to swallow him or his ship whole.

Drakon opened the cargo bay door and stepped outside. Drakon took a deep breath and harnessed the Force intending to search for any living things near by. He felt a rush of dark energy the swirling forces, of fury, passion, lust, fear the intoxication. Drakon staggered.

"Woah." Drakon muttered. "Powerful. Enticing."

It was like breathing in a familiar yet intoxicating sent. One that held his favourite drug.

Drakon took in another deep breath and relaxed, his eyes opened, he knew they'd be red yellow, the telltale sign of the Dark Side.

"There are worse places to crash land." Drakon said licking his lips into a grin.

Drakon went back inside the ship humming a sea shanty from his homeworld and got to work on the ship. Fortunately Drakon was right and it was an easy fix, a couple of power couplings needed replacing. Drakon always made sure he kept plenty on hand just in case they blew.

That done Drakon decided to boot up the ships systems and scan the local area. Planets like this usually didn't develop into Force Nexus without significant dark side presence. Dark side presence that could have left something profitable behind.

Drakon booted up his location on the star charts while the scan was doing it's work. Tund ancient Sith world. Drakon grunted that explained it. Drakon checked his encyclopedia for more information got a brief run down of the planet. Prison colony of exiles.

"Hmm not exactly Korriban, still let's see if there are any Sith tombs or temples lying about." Drakon muttered too himself. "Hopefully there's some sort of profit to be made from this little diversion."

Stedvar Eldrakadia

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar exited his meditation, following the loud crash he heard a couple of miles away.

"Well, it seems the force has decided to make things interesting for me.", he spoke to himself, as he often did.
It helped him stay sane.

- His tone was dry, as he rose from the ritual circle he'd made on the ground. He closed his eyes, feeling for... something.
Given Tund was a force nexus, locating a specific 'something' was rather difficult. Though, when one was as attuned to it as Stedvar, he sensed an unfamiliar presence.
He couldn't exactly pinpoint where they were, but, he felt something... or rather, someone new.

- His eyes opened once more, as he began walking. He grabbed his sabers from atop a rock as he did so, approaching the vague direction of this new presence.
It didn't matter what he found, either way, he'd have fun today.

- With the use of force speed, Stedvar was able to reach the site of the crash, not that it was particularly hard to locate in the first place, given Tund remained mostly desolate even after nearly a thousand years. Though, the sparse pockets of regrown jungle and forest proved to be an annoyance. He almost admired how the planet's life continued to persist, despite facing near annihiliation.
He approached, his boots crunching against the rocky ground.

- The site appeared empty, so he decided to investigate the ship. He kept his sabers on his belt, he doubted he would need them.
After inspecting the ship, he found it too empty, then chose to leave.

- After examining the nearby site, he then noticed some footprints leading away from the crash. He knew where they led.

"It appears my company has a habit for treasure hunting." He smirked, following them.

"I suppose I'll either be making myself a friend, or looting a corpse."

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon followed his senses felt as if he was being drawn to treasure. Drakon laughed and whooped and spun in a circle, did a few teras kasi dance moves. The energy here was incredible. It was better than being home, it was like being back in a Gladiator suite after a victory, the blood still fresh on the sands his swords still wet with blood. Drakon wondered if he shouldn't make Tund his base of operations.

It'd certainly send a message the Pirate Lord who didn't fear Sith worlds. Drakon paused unless of course the Sith themselves got jealous of that, protective of their ancestral home. Drakon sighed. It would be typical of Sith he supposed, to want something only when someone else wants it. Drakon chuckled recognising the irony of him of all people saying that having been guilty of it himself once or twice.

Still Drakon may be rash but he was no fool, a pirate even one with the backing of the Black Sun wouldn't be able to stand against the Sith by himself. Nor did he have a particular desire to. Let the Jedi and Sith fight it out, What did he care? He had his crew. They would make their own way in the galaxy. They would become a name to be feared, respected, glory would be theirs. There would be holobooks and holofilms made of their daring exploits.

Drakon giggled and laughed, spun around again. Like a kid in a daisy meadow.

Still Drakon approached the Sith tomb with caution. Ancient Sith were known for booby trapping their tombs after all. Drakon approached the door senses out he felt… the pain, the suffering.

Drakon grimaced.

"Sith" He spat

Drakon placed his hand on the door and got a rush of images of the past. Psychometry. Drakon didn't always have control over it, or what he got, just blurry shapes and images.

This time he saw a pureblood Sith, holding court over… a gladiator pit. Drakon grinned no wonder he was drawn to this place. Slaves were sentenced to death or freedom in the arena just as he had been.

Drakon grunted his eyes closed as he flitted his fingers over the tomb entrance "Good."

At least they died as free as they were ever going to be in their life. There was great freedom in the arena for a slave. A final show that despite the beatings, the whippings, the indignity, their was still fight left in you. That you could shout at death with defiance and will. To hear the roar of the crowds with victory.

The vision ended with one of the slave fighters being impaled against the door.

Drakon grinned.

"A worthy death. Perhaps I'll see you in the halls of gladiators brother."

Drakon grunted satisfied, then ran both his hands over the smooth entrance of the tomb, looking for an opening. He searched through his Psychometry visions. Found what he was looking for. The key was the Force itself. Force lightning.

A useful way to ensure only a Sith could open it no doubt.

Drakon took a deep breath. Force lightning. Sometimes it came at will sometimes not. He needed to tap into the dark side. Good thing he was on a dark side nexus planet. Drakon closed his eyes once again and breathed deep, entering a meditative state of the dark side. He felt what he did during battle. The rage of fighting an opponent, the fear that you might fall, the passion of victory, the lust for revelry post battle. The peak emotions that fuelled the dark side.

"Aaaaaah!" Drakon entered into a series of teras kasi moves and unleashed the force lightning.

It crackled against the tomb door, it lit up with sigils glowing as the force lightning acted as conduit of the force. The tomb blazed with lightened sigils glowing golden red. Then the door started to slowly with grinding stone and dust open.

"Shiny." Drakon panted.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

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- Stedvar stopped in sight of the old tomb. No doubt the final resting place of one of Tund's powerful Sorcerers.

- He heard the sound of crackling lightning, and after taking a few steps closer and seeing over the small clearing, he had located the visitor.

- Stedvar smirked, and as the door to the temple began to open, he was quick to ignite his offhand saber, and hurl it towards the man's head.
This wasn't the first time he'd 'messed with' someone he was intrigued by, nor would it be the last.
Despite being a philosopher... there was always something about toying with people that he never stopped taking pleasure in.

- He had no intention of killing him here, that would be... boring. No, he simply wished to test the waters, and what better way than by nearly killing your new potential friend?
Besides, the throw gave him ample opportunity to dodge. After all, Stedvar had know idea how skilled this individual was. If one knew not his intentions, they could easily mistake it for a sloppy attempt at murder.

- Following the throw, Stedvar crossed his arms, curious as to how the man would handle this initial test.
Perhaps he'd find himself a quick duel... or maybe, he'd find himself a new corpse on a dying planet. Either way, he'd be satisfied.

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon still had the Force harnessed when he sensed the lightsaber spearing for the back of his head. Drakon acted on instinct and training, drawing both of his swords, he spun bringing them up into a crossguard, he trapped the lightsaber in the crosswords and twisted it away, pivoting on his feet and hips as he did so. Drakon continued the spin into a spinning sideways flip through the air, then landed in a crouch one leg extended.

Drakon eyed his assailant. Drakon took one look at him and knew.

"Sith." Drakon snarled. Drakon considered his options. Looks like he was duelling a Sith, but for now what he needed to do was stall for time.

"Typical Sith. Attack from the shadows. What's the matter afraid of a real fight?" Drakon asked with a sniff, and a cocky grin rising to his stance. Jar'Kai Ataru.

Drakon stalked slowly ready to attack at a moments notice. Drakon withheld the desire to rush in and unleash a flurry of attacks. The Sith was ready for him, Drakon needed an advantage, his only hope was to catch him off guard.

"Introduction are in order I think. Captain Drakon Teague of the Skull & Bones Pirates, Enforcer of Black Sun Syndicate." Drakon introduced himself with an exaggerated flourish bow, careful not to take his eyes off of his opponent.

"This is the part where you monologue." Drakon advised a wry smirk on his face.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar smirked.

- He found himself drawn to this man... seeing a bit of his younger, ambitious self within him.
Perhaps... he might just be worth his attention.

"Oh, no, I just wanted your attention. Gives you a chance at least." He spoke, his tone a dangerous mix of snark and controlled venom.

- Stedvar vaulted down from the rock he'd been standing on, slowly approaching.

"This is the part where I kill you and take the plunder for myself."

- With that, his face contorted into a sadistic grin, as he barreled towards the man ahead of him with surprising speed, especially for a man with his build.
He vaulted upwards, drawing his right saber and igniting the blade, spinning and sending it down towards the man in a vertical strike.

- Still, he had little intention to actually kill the man. Perhaps harm him for a bit of fun... but keeping him alive was far more... interesting.
Besides, a bit of banter to motivate him to fight back was ultimately harmless.

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon grinned. He felt a thrill, of fear and excitement. He knew chances were he was about to die, but that was fine by him, he lived for moments like this. He had a hundred fights in the arena just like this one where every fight could have been his last.

Truth be told if Drakon won this fight he'd have a nice little trophy to brag about. A Sith lightsaber. Though he wasn't really a fan of the colour personally too much of a statement of declaration that you followed into their cult.

"Bring it!" Drakon growled with an eager glint in his eyes.

Drakon put on a dash of force speed to his movements and rushed to meet the enemy Sith. Launching into a flurry of attacks. Knowing his advantage was to end this with savage passion, that was his strength. Drakon fell into the rhythm of the fight, harnessing the dark side as he did so unleashing it like a pet war hound, probing the enemy of weaknesses.

"Is this it? Is this all a great Sith Lord has to offer?" Drakon taunted mockingly.