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.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar felt blow after blow strike his saber, blocking each savage strike thrown at him. He felt his opponent's energy, his great passion and fury in each strike, the same way he felt the nexus of Tund coursing through him and strengthening his abilities.
His smirk widened into a grin, as he used his left hand to retrieve his offhand saber.

- This was the kind of fighting he lived for

- Using both blades, and a bit of Djem So, he was able to easily trap Drakon's blade into a saberlock.

- He easily could've ended the fight there if he wanted to, yet... he sensed his opponent could do better. So, instead he willingly exited the saberlock, and redirected Drakon's energy back at him with a powerful force push, sending him toward the temple wall behind him.

- He then disignited his sabers and hooked them back onto his belt, speaking with a newfound smugness:

"You were saying?"

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon grunted his eyes flashing in fear as his swords were trapped in a saberlock. Drakon could see the next strike coming, a smooth decapitation strike that would send his head into the dust.

So this is how it ends.

Drakon grunted as instead he was force pushed back, flying through the air. On instinct Drakon turned the throw into a somersault landing on his feet. Drakon landed into the crouch on one knee, he felt drained from harnessing the force so recklessly. He had thrown his all at the Sith lord and the Sith had batted his efforts aside with contempt, no worse than contempt amusement.

Drakon growled and got to his feet. Preparing to reach for his blasters. He knew they were worse than useless against a Sith Lord, if anything they just provided them with a counterweapon to deflect back at him, but Drakon refused to go down without a fight. To be like the slaves who had once inhabited this planet, under other Sith rule so long ago.

Drakon would die fighting. Just like he always intended every time he entered the arena.

Then the Sith refused to follow up his advantage. Just smirkly taunted him.

Drakon frowned, uncertain of his next move. There was a pause in the fighting. To pre-empt an attack would mean his death, but Drakon sure as Krak wasn't going to beg for his life. Still might as well see what the Sith wanted. Drakon had never conversed with a Sith before.

"What do you want?"

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar chuckled, a genuine smile on his face as he spoke:

"To help you, believe it or not. Your form is sloppy, and you rely far too much on your emotions. Like a dull blade, you need to be put to the grindstone."

- His tone was critical, though not overly harsh. It was simply a factual assessment. Then, he crossed his arms, approaching slowly, non-threateningly, his boots stomping softly against the ground as he continued:

"I would be willing to see you improve, and perhaps, walk through this temple at your side. And, before you ask? There is no catch...

Though, I need to know just one thing:"

- He paused, allowing his words to sink in.

"Are you willing to learn?"

- With that, Stedvar extended a gloved hand towards his kneeling opponent, a gesture one would hardly expect from a Darksider, and a Sith Lord nonetheless.
Coupled with this, his words were... genuine? He seemed almost like an entirely different person from the mocking swordsman he had presented himself to be only moments prior.

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon frowned considering the offer. It was a tempting one. If it was genuine. Treachery was the way of the Sith after all. Isn't that what his old master had always said? Drakon dismissed the thought, he disliked thinking of his master. Though it was occasionally a useful way of tapping into hi emotions and therefore the force. Still Drakon could acknowledge that his skills could use…. Refinement. He'd spent too long fighting dredges in gladiator pits or raiding harmless merchant convoys. If he was going to build a reputation and seize glory he would have to become a fierce fighter against Jedi and Sith alike.

Drakon sheathed his swords, with a flourish

"I won't join your cult, I value my freedom too much, but yes I am willing." Drakon responded.

"First lets start with the temple" Drakon suggested coolly trying to calm himself down from the sudden rush of the battle.

He was still panting with the effort of harnessing that much of the force with his emotions. Perhaps the Sith was right and he should find away to attune them succinctly with his fighting style. Drakon was reluctant to let go of his emotions completely it sounded too much like Jedi speak for authority, discipline and respect. All words that meant prison really.

Still his stamina had to improve, his timing for unleashing the fury managed and his technique obviously needed work, he had been defeated far too easily.

Drakon turned and walked into the temple.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar followed him towards the temple, the cold air hitting his face as he entered alongside Drakon. He felt... strangely at ease here.

"I have no interest in forcing your hand. I simply have an eye for talent." He stated with a slight smirk, running his fingers along the temple walls... his hand lingered on an old Sith rune.

- He closed his eyes, and felt the temple speak to him, before turning to Drakon and speaking once more:

"This temple houses more than just Sith treasure. There are items here that once belonged to some of the most powerful sorcerers in the Galaxy. Though, I imagine the wealth is all you care about."

- He pivoted, reaching a hand out towards the rune once more. He followed a red line on the wall which led to a large outline. Pushing in a stone, and stepping back, a corridor was opened.

"After you." He motioned with his arm.

- He knew very well the passage ahead would be trapped. However... he wished to see if his new associate could handle himself.

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon grunted mollified.

"As long as I don't have to take some oath, cover up my tattoos with swirling red and black ones or listen to preachings on the philosophy of the Dark Side." Drakon responded wryly.

Drakon paused to study the entrance of the tomb as the Sith talked of Sith sorcerors and items of power. He shrugged.

"Hey I don't mind more power as well though I'm glad I won't be leaving here with just a magical staff that lets me meditate better." Drakon grunted in amusement

Drakon knew the tomb would be trapped. Sith tombs always were. Allegedly it was to prevent tomb robbers like himself though some Sith claimed it was so that only the worthy may enter. Drakon studied the entrance wondering what the trap would be.

Drakon took a holoscanner in the form of a ball out of his pocket and threw it up in the air. It started forward scanning the room for threats. The Sith Lord stayed back apparently happy to let Drakon do all the work and take all the risks. He'd probably claim it was another test. Drakon thought he was just content to let someone else do all the work.

"So what's your name anyway? I can't just keep calling you Sith in my head." Drakon asked ignoring the fact that he was doing nothing to help.

Truthfully the Sith unnerved him a little, not that he'd ever admit it.

The holoscanner came back and hollo projected sever trap sensors along the hallway of the tomb entrance. Drakon studied the holomap of the hallway for a few moments took a running start and leapt until the wall, wielding the force to keep up his momentum avoiding the traps, he leapt, spun, flipped and dodged all of the sensors until he reached the other side.

"Your turn." Drakon turned and said smugly a smirk on his face his arms folded.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

"As I said, my intent isn't to bore you with the intricacies of Sith philosophy. As for power?"
He paused for a moment, considering his words before he continued:

"Power is earned, then taken. Prove yourself here, and you will find what you seek."
He could sense the effect of his presence on him, feeling a tinge of unease... Something which greatly amused him, though he wouldn't taunt him over it, nor did he feel a need to.

- Upon seeing his theatrics, Stedvar returned a smirk, examining the hall. His arms remained crossed.

"Impressive." He congratulated simply.

- Then, suddenly:

In the blink of an eye, he had seemingly vanished.

"Stedvar." He answered, now behind the man. He'd cheated, via clever use of force speed.

"And you?" He asked, furrowing a brow.

 

[Drakon Teague]

"Power is pointless without the freedom to use it. The Sith Emperor has power, but spends half his time worried about his underlings stabbing him in the back and the other half worried the other powers of the galaxy are going to overthrow him." Drakon snorted with derision.

"Just Stedvar? No Darth Malice? Darth Torture? Darth Vengeance?" Drakon asked with a wry smile.

Drakon exited the hallway and entered a vast cavern. Pitch black. Drakon looked around he could vaguely make out some stairs in front of him with railings. Drakon reached out to the railing to find a moist wet sticky substance.

Drakon sniffed and rubbed his fingers.

"Most likely flammable. Question is will it blows us up or give us light?" Drakon asked

Drakon shrugged.

"I don't fancy stumbling around in the dark not knowing what traps are waiting for us."

Drakon got out a lighter and flicked on against the flammable substances which lit up like a torch travelling down the railing and the sides of the vast cavern, revealing a vast room filled with golden treasure.

Drakon gave out a low whistle.

"I'll have to bring The Bone Pyre to this planet to crate all of this out of here. For now lets have a look around see what other traps and treasures this Ancient Sith Lord has left us treasure hunters."

Drakon got out the holoscanner he used before and set it to patrol the ground in front of them as they started walking down the steps. Drakon feeling drawn to something. He wasn't sure what but he'd know it when he found it.

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

- Stedvar chuckled after his comment about freedom and the Sith, replying in agreement:

"Right you are. The Order's far too controlling for my taste... And, history continues to repeat itself. It will wither and die with time. People like you and me understand that."
An aura of certainty was in his voice, the same that you would hear from a preacher.

"As for my name? If you desire formality, then Darth Ikkon, but that doesn't exactly sound very friendly, now does it?"
He returned the smile.
"In my experience, people tend to find you more appealing when you don't flaunt your power like an egomaniac. Does it seem to be working for you?"

- He continued walking alongside him, commenting sarcastically as he commented about the substance:

"Only one way to find out. Wanna play lizard-toad-snake to decide who lights it?" He continued:

"Or you could just do that. How boring. Though, I suppose we aren't dead." He stated after Drakon had lit the substance.

- Stedvar then examined the treasure hoard below, "Hmph." was the only noise it got out of him. "Make no mistake, this is no 'Sith' ruin. It's a SITH ruin. The Sorcerers of Tund were exiled by their fellow purebloods circa 5 millennia ago. These bastards were... creative, to say the least." He stated, giving him a warning and history lesson at the same time.

"Not that you care, I imagine. But, best to know your facts before trying to plunder a place like this, yes?" He asked a rhetorical question, before glancing over the side of the railing.

"See you down there." He stated, before flipping over the fire-lit railing and landing in the trove.

- He examined the area. It was lined with coffins. How fun.

- After closer inspection, Stedvar realized this chamber was lined with runes, ones buried under the vast stores of wealth. This had presumably been some sort of ritual chamber at one point, though it now served as the final resting place of... well, best not to know.

- He refrained from touching anything just yet. He was in a bit of awe as he realized the historical significance of the value. On armor stands, he saw sets of ancient Sith armor, still in mint condition, presumably from a combination of Magick and Sith alchemy.

"You'd best get down here, it'd be a shame if I took all the pickings."

 

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon grunted, raised an eyebrow and gave a small smirk at the Sith's admission of the Order's controlling nature. Drakon was curious about a Sith who claimed not to conform to the cultish standards of the Sith. Drakon respected and even if he were being honest with himself feared the Sith a little. They were powerful warriors and warlords after all. That part Drakon could respect and admire. Drakon had no desire however to, be tortured as part of a lesson or stabbed in the back by a rival on his climb to the top. The Black Sun could be a bit of a free for all winner takes all, but at least they were honest about it.

"Ikkon huh? What's that mean?" Drakon asked curious.

Drakon shrugged.

"In my world if you don't show your power, you get eaten by the sharks." Drakon replied with an easy manner. "Besides what's the point of having power, if you don't have the power to show it, use it, be free with it. Sith are so tied up in their cult and their schemes that they never have true freedom to seek the joys in life. Hell half of them think pain their own or others is enjoyment."

"Your not one of them are you?" Drakon asked with a raised eyebrow doubtfully.

Drakon shrugged at the comments of him lighting the torch.

"Boring would be standing around playing childish games to decide who lights it. I want to get on with the job then get off the planet."

Drakon nodded absentmindedly and waved a hand at Ikkon's warnings. He grinned as Stedvar flipped over the railing, following likewise after a few moments.

Drakon admired the room for a moment wondering which items to take with him here and now, and which ones to leave for later. Drakon paused to admire a piece of Sith armor.

"Scattergun!" Drakon called, then glanced at his new companion. "It means I called it. It's mine."

Apparently made out of gold. Drakon liked that, though he hoped the gold had been reinforced to make the armor useful. Even if it hadn't it'd still make a swell ceremonial piece. Assuming he didn't sell it. Though Drakon had a feeling he'd be keeping this particular trophy.

"How do we make sure none of this stuff is booby trapped?" Drakon asked as he attempted to reach out with his force sense, and growled with frustration.

Drakon's training was from the light side perspective, as far as the Jedi were concerned anything dark side had a big do not touch sign on it, and the armor, the tomb, the treasure, the entire planet was filled with dark side energy.

Stedvar Eldrakadia

 

[Stedvar Eldrakadia]

"Sound it out. There's your meaning. A shockingly simple word for the Sith tongue, I know." He paused before chuckling, continuing again:
"I'm kidding, I made it up myself. I find it works well, don't you think?"

- He listened to the man speak of power, the Sith, and him, and smirked. Replying:

"I am, I have simply moved on. The Order is like a sick, dying animal... Not worth the effort to save. Instead, I intend on starting anew, and reforming the Doctrine as it sh0uld be." He paused for a few brief moments before continuing:

"Do what you want, take what you want, make friends, and don't harm the group. That is the key to everything."
He turned now, facing him.

"When the Order spends less time imposing itself on its members, and instead focuses on more pressing matters? That is when the Sith shall reach their true potential."

- He paused once more, allowing for his words to sink in, before continuing:

"I imagine you have little care for the specifics of philosophy, so I won't bore you any further." His gaze turned its attention back towards the treasures of the tomb, and, the stone coffins.

- Upon hearing him express his concern over the possibility of traps, Stedvar smirked, stating: "Only one way to know for sure.", before snatching up a ceremonial goblet.

- As he did so, the fluid above them extinguished, and in its place torches throughout the chamber lit a burning green.
Following this, the stone coffins began to shake, and soon? Their covers erupted, out from which came the reanimated bodies of long dead Sorcerers.

- Their bodies levitated, as one, presumably the high-sorcerer, spoke: "Thank you for your willing sacrifice." before sending green lightning towards Drakon, as he was closest.

- Stedvar lunged towards him with force speed, blocking the lightning with his twin blades. His prior uses of the force and brief duel had drained him a little, and he found himself beginning to slightly tire. Given the sheer power of the lightning, he also felt himself slightly sliding back on the stone.

- Eventually, the Sorcerer's lightning came to an end, and he then drew what appeared to be some kind of enchanted blade. The other reanimated bodies did the same.

"Now would be a good time for practice!" He grunted, now back-to-back with Drakon.

Drakon Teague

 

[Drakon Teague]

"I suppose it's no more egotistical than any other Sith Lord wishing to be an iconographic figure of worship and devotion." Drakon acknowledged wryly. "At least it's an honest one."

"So this arrangement? Does this make me an apprentice Sith? Darth something or rather? Darth Drakon? Are we going to start our own Sith Order and plunder the stars?" Drakon grinned at Stedvar at the thought of it.

"Cause like I said I ain't much of a joiner, or even much of a follower. It's me and my crew against the galaxy." Drakon shrugged "Although I'll admit Black Sun provides useful protection from the greater powers."

Drakon grunted with acknowledgment at Ikkon's code.

"Sounds like the pirate code." Drakon mused. "Albeit thems would be more along the lines of guidelines"

"Regardless I can respect such a code." Drakon nodded. Glad to have found a Sith whom he could stand talking to for more than five seconds. "but you're right Sith philosophy ain't my speciality"

Drakon frowned then sighed as the trap was triggered.

"Figures" Drakon muttered.

Drakon drew one his blades, and blinked as the Force lightning came at him like a guided beacon of a lightning strike on a pole. Drakon barely had time to raise his blade hoping to deflect the lightning without turning his blade into one big conduit. Drakon blinked again when Stedvar saved his life.

"Huh" Drakon could only grunt in surprise at the selfless act.

Drakon wasn't sure if the situation were reversed he'd have done the same. In fact he was pretty sure he wouldn't. He was also pretty sure he couldn't. Drakon grinned and pulled one of his scattergun pistols into his left hand and started firing.

"Thanks" Drakon acknowledged.

He took the head off of one as it rushed the pair of them. It didn't slow down. Drakon fired again taking off the torso. It kept coming. Drakon kept firing till the recharge was spent, the scattergun pistol coming hot in his hands. Drakon replaced it with another one. That's why he kept spares after all. Four of them. The things burned up into recharge too quickly.

"Damn things won't die!"

Another zombie engaged close enough for sword work. Drakon engaged with it falling back on Makashi fencing work for a few moments before he managed to holster his pistol and draw his other sword into Jar'Kai.

"So what was the plan trigger the trap and see if we die?!" Drakon shouted at the reckless Stedvar as he fought.

Stedvar Eldrakadia