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Just like breaking in a new pair of shoes, but more blood

OOC: I did not see another spot to do a sort of intro thread within the Sith faction.


Hakora sat still in the medical bay. His arms and legs had been bounded by something that he wasn't sure what, but it seemed like a weak material like bandage wrapping or it could have been paracord. Hakora put pressure against it and it popped which he did not expect. He remained there acting as if he did not just break his bindings as he did not want to make it seem like he was escaping.

Once reaching the planet, he heard Darth Raven leave which was curious and then everything was silent. He waited and waited and waited some more. Finally he just stood taking off his bindings. He walked out of the med bay and saw the cock pit empty; oh how easily he could have just escaped.

Hakora put his armor back in still feeling the wounds he received from the fight and left his ship. The Suns were bright in Hakora's eyes, but he needed to find a Sith. It should be easy when you are dressed in white armor to find a Sith of ranking.








[member="Taeli Rae"]
 
[member="Hakora Feanor"]

Why oh why was this brought to her attention, Taeli wondered. She had other things that needed doing, but nope. Sophie had to go and capture someone and bring them to where she would receive them, so here she was coming out onto the landing zone, wearing a black dress and hooded cloak for the proper picture of a Sith Lady, to see a white armored man striding down from the ship, white hair flowing in the light breeze.

His Force signature told her all she needed to know about who this man was. Bugger.

"Get captured often?" she asked, the platoon of Sith security officers fanning out behind her. "Or is this some sort of special occasion?"
 
[member="Taeli Rae"]

Hakora summoned his lightsaber to his hand, but felt nothing and looked down to see he put on his armor and not his weapons. He shrugged and walked the rest of the way until he was face to face with the Sith Lady. "Only when it suits me or my plans. I swear, all you Sith like wearing is black and leather, feel like I am in 50000 shades of Grey and I didn't even like the first one." Hakora's joke was funny to him, but he kept a straight face due to the situation. He reached out with the Force and felt her Force Signature, she was much more powerful than he was which was good since he was looking for a Lord of Lady.
 
[member="Hakora Feanor"]

"I prefer blues and purples to be perfectly honest, but one must strike the right image when dealing with prisoners," Taeli said, shrugging a bit. "But then your outfit blinds people, so much white cannot be good for the eyes."

It was banter before the inevitable reason for why he came here and either let himself get captured or picked a fight he couldn't win. She couldn't be sure which it was because Raven was quite powerful in her own right.
 
"Ah this old thing? Alexandra Franor gave this to me before she disappeared. Also, do you just let your prisoners just walk around or am I getting the VIP treatment? If so, I did not fin a mint in my pillow." Hakora smirked and after a moment sighed, "You have powerful Knights here, I didn't have to try so hard to be captured. Merely I didn't know where the Sith were so I figure draw one out with the bounty on my head even if the person who set it is dead. I am here to join the Sith, nothing more, nothing less." Hakora looked past her at her guards a laughed. Why would she bring them if she could single handily bring Hakora down and he could take them out, seemed like a waste to him.


[member="Taeli Rae"]
 
[member="Hakora Feanor"]

"You could say not too worried about people escaping," she said in response to the VIP comment. "Not a whole lot of places to go when your ship has the fuel removed while you're unconscious."

Then he said he wanted to join the Sith. Oh lovely day, oh lovely day. Looking at the guards, she gestured for them to place binders on his wrist. If he resisted, she would know he was lying and had another motive. Seemed weird that a Feanor actually wanted to join the Sith and the dark side though.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to join the Sith?" she asked. "You don't feel like you've fallen to the dark side. You're asking for a rather . . . grueling experience at the hands of the Wrath and the Inquisition."
 
Hakora smirked as the guards came forward to bind him. He let them, but one got over eager wanting Hakora to submit and fall to his knees. Hakora's eyes went from a greenish blue to a reddish orange as he tapped into the Force and that Sith went flaying off the edge. He turned his attention back on the Soth Lady as his eyes returned to their original color. "If you know the Feanor family then you know our parents are dead; they were killed by Sith Assassins sealing my sister and I. As far as I know, I am the only one with the Eldorai/ Echani mutation known as Eldorai Valaryan. Among other things, it makes my signature only grey no matter what I do. It can become light grey or dark grey due to my actions, but never fully light or dark. The upside is I am immune to dark side corruption and body changes. Down side is I can not use Dark Side or Light Side specific powers to their full power no matter how hard I work, but my midaclorian count slightly makes up for that. Second down side is Sith or Jedi may never fully trust me so I learned Dark Cloak before coming here to appear more in tune with the dark side." Hakora was being very honest which might be too much, but really he just didn't care.


[member="Taeli Rae"]
 
[member="Hakora Feanor"]

"I see," Taeli said, both intrigued by the genetic mutation and wondering what all he got out of coming here then. Something for others to find out though, she had other business to attend to once she delivered him to those who would be more inclined to either having him join or kill him.

"Let's go then," she said, gesturing for the troopers to take him by the arms. Turning on her heel, she led the small platoon and the prisoner into the palace and towards where other Sith, Sith who would be taking great enjoyment in what was going to be the turning of Mr. Feanor here.
 
Hakora nodded, he had talked enough and did not want to respond. He merely followed her with his hands bound softly turning his head slightly to the left and right as they walked to see the surroundings. Much like their attire, their buildings and land was dark colors and screamed death was here. He didn't like the look as he loved water and there was no water to be seen. His reason for being here was not the scenery.

Honestly, what was his reason for being here? Joining the Sith was never just a wake up in the morning and decide it would be a nice day to join the Sith. Also due to the mutation his mind could not fall to the dark side so that wasn't the reason. Simply put, revenge was the reason. He had one thing he truly cared about and that was his family. He had lost his sister and he blamed one person; Krest. He needed the power to destroy him and the Sith knew how to destroy so he was here.

[member="Taeli Rae"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
 
Tthe Dagobah Sith Lady stepped off her shuttle with four of her personal guardsmen, The Nightshade Company, walking behind her fully armed and ready to kill on her order. She had been contacted, or rather requested, to speak with a prisoner that wished to join the Sith. A Force user with ties to an enemy of the Sith. She couldn't recall the exact name of the group but she didn't care. Sith always had enemies and will continue to have enemies in the galaxy. So she was a little skeptical in what she was asked to achieve her.
Walking through the brightly lit corridors, her cloak fashioned from the skin of Dagobah python skin and Knobby White Spider fur bellowing behind, her bare feet slapped against the cold metal surface; the two Dragonsnake teeth in her hair and the animal bones that decorated her ankles and wrists rattling and echoing off the walls. By appearances alone she did not wear the traditional Sith garbs; darkened clothes, cloak, and patches of armour. She was her own unique Sith. She prided herself on installing fear into her enemies, fear was her ally, and her outfit had achieved the desire effect.
Her eyes saw the prisoner through the arena's glass and sighed to herself. Her initial assessment of the white-haired male was that he wouldn't survive along enough to hold the title of Sith, but stranger things have been known to happen in the Order. She stepped inside, followed by her guardsmen, and immediately used the Force to remove his bindings letting them fall to the floor.
"I have nothing to fear from you....so those are not required," she spoke with a venomous tone. "Now why are you here? Really here?"
Through her mental link she had established with her boys through their mental training, she ordered them to form a circle around him. This was not for her safety but for his. She was quick to anger, known at times to overreact when she should have shown patience.
[member="Hakora Feanor"] ... [member="Taeli Rae"]​
 
Cold, that was the best word to describe the feeling. Hakora was feeling that feeling you get when walking in a graveyard after dark. Sure you knew by logic the dead stay dead except in fiction, by there is still that slight feeling of what if. Hakora quickly saw the source of the cold that could only be described as a lady covered in bones and skin.

She looked different then most Sith, but there was something else; power. Was this the Dark Lord of the Sith? All reports said it was a he, but reports were fudged when the dead were the only true witnesses. No, she was powerful, but she still had the feeling of someone in servadue, but her leash was long and had been so for very long. Then it his him, the last battle he was in she commanded the Sith army. Hakora watched in a slight confusion as his bindings were removed and guards surrounded him. For a moment his eyes became a reddish orange as he tapped into the force, a cosmetic feature to his genetic mutation, but as he saw them guarding him he dropped it.


He looked back to the Dark Lady who had power beyond him, but fear was not in him due to fear was purposeless. "I am here to gain the power to kill Krest. The Jedi do not have that power, the Votae do not have that power and the Sanctum do not have that power. There are many who must die and the Sith know what power is so I have come to take power for myself. There is not sense in sugar coating or hiding my words, you can clearly see through lies."


[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Taeli Rae"]
 
[member="Hakora Feanor"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

With Venefica's arrival, Taeli excused herself with a small acknowledgement of her head to her fellow Sith Lady, and departed. She wondered why Hakora wanted to kill Ferus, but she could hazard a guess and sympathize with that desire. He had killed an apprentice of hers after all.

Regardless, there would be time for justice later. Now though, she had more work to do.
 
She reared her head back and released a laugh that resembled nails on a chalkboard. This male had amused her in his poor choice of words. He came here seeking power to kill Krest, or better known these days as [member="Darth Ferus"], and hoped the Sith would aid him in his foolish crusade. When her laughter finally died down, she wiped a lone tear from the corner of her left eye.
"Killing doesn't grant one power," she chided the white-haired male. "Killing without purpose or cause is weakness, fool. Unless....ah yes...you seek revenge. Now revenge is the greatest motivator of them all. But uncontrolled revenge will only dictate how weak one truly is."
She motioned with her right hand and her guards lowered their weapons, moving away from the male to guard both openings into the arena. She now had an understanding why this male had sought out the Sith but she was still unsure if he was worthy of such knowledge. And whether or not if he would succeed in his quest for revenge.
"Tell me why you seek out the one that you have already judged worthy of death....and perhaps I can help you uncover what you seek. But know this, fool. Killing or even attempting to kill another Sith without proper reason will open your eyes to your own death. Now speak."
[member="Hakora Feanor"]​
 
A game or a dance, ether way he knew it all too well and her laughter revealed her ideal of herself and her position. She wasn't the dark lord, but might as well be or at least near being him. Hakora didn't much care for the opinion of others, not anymore, but he was very amused and even intrigued by this lady. The guards moved away from him which Hakora thought to be very interesting. Hakora was unarmed, but this did not make him weaponless as his whole body was a weapon, but she had nothing to fear of him.

He approached her until he was close enough to beable to speak without raising his volume. He turned his sight away from her and to a window outside. "Aren't you a clever one? Seems you are answering your own questions without my aid. You are correct in assuming I am not wanting to just kill a Sith." He turned his gaze upon the animal clad woman, "I am here to kill a coward and yes there is revenge salting my intentions. If a simple death was all I was dealing he would already be dead, that is not the power I seek, killing is easy, destroying is not."

Hakora grew solitary bored with talking and eased a hand to create a small flame he let dance between his fingers that he just watched as they spoke. "You know who I am so you know who my sister is and know she is dead. She died because I was not there to stop it and Krest, his real name, was the reason. A Sith name is for the powerful, not for cowards who kill women who have just given birth by backstabbing them. Oh sure this is how some Sith do it, but those names die out just like the other weak names." Hakora was referring to such weak people as Darth Baras who let his arrogance and pride cloud him to the true dark side and in the end was killed by his own apprentice. Hakora knew history, not all of it, but the old republic era was a personal favourite.

"Do not mistake my intentions, I do not visit Soth queens without presents. I am the former Head of Intelligence of the Vitae Alliance. While I won't tell you the planet they are Ina's that puts what remains of my family in danger I will give you what you truly want." He glen tiger his fist and put the flame out. "Darth Tsolan or Vulpesen.


[member="Darth Venefica"]
 
"Killing and destroying are one in the same....from a certain pointe of view. And they are both quite easy if one has the desire to see it through," she replied with a sinister smile appearing on her face afterwards.
She watched as the male manifested a flame between his fingers and found such a display of power pointeless and childish. A true master of power, Darkside or Lightside, would refrain from such an act. Power was meant to be cherished, sought out, and taught to those that craved it, such was they the way between Master and Apprentice among the Sith. Never abused.
Darth Venefica partially listened to the rants of the male and smile inwardly at the thought of his sister. However, it appeared to her that he was blinded and shrouded in his misconceptions about the Sith. The name Sith was just that, a name. Power that had been bound to it laid within the individual, not in a mere title. When he finished his speech, it was her turn to set him straight.
"The weak are meant to serve the strong, not to be culled for their shortcomings. It is the way of all Sith to test themselves against other Sith, mainly in the form of rivals. Only a Sith can grant another Sith what they wish to obtain. And if one dies in the process...'tis not because they were weak....but because they were overwhelmed by a far more superiour adversary. Granting mercy is weakness...forgiveness is weakness....and the worst weakness of all is complacency. But there are other alternatives to killing....but that is a lesson for another time."
She placed her right index finger on her pursed lips as she gave birth to different ideas. It seemed he was wishing to make a trade. She knew of the two he spoke of, but neither name appealed to her. They were the thorn in the sides of others, but not hers. Those that wronged her long laid in eternal rest. She was quick to act, and quite efficient at it. However, there was something of value she desired and perhaps that was what she would trade for.
"Save those names for another time...but for now I will help you. And in return you will be indebted to me until I call upon you to hold up your end of the bargain," she whispered. "Now...what do you need from me?"
[member="Hakora Feanor"]​
 
"Darth Tsolan and Vulpesen are the same person, just two alias." Hakora smirked at the confusion. He then fell silent at the offer of him being given something. Did he need anything? He already had his armor and sword being crafted so that was not a need. He was a Master so he did not need one. Then it hit him, a holocron that she may know of. "I heard there is a rare and powerful dark side ability known as Darkshear or spear of the midnight black. It's power has always escaped me and I have yet to figure it out, maybe you have a holocron that teaches it's mystery? Besides that, I merely seek a spot within your Sith ranks and to learn the teachings of the Sith." Hakora returned to the thoughts of the mystery that was this power. To manifest the force into an invisible, but physical spear? What an awesome, yet terrifying power.

Hakora would agree with her on his foolishness. He was a master, but only in combat and had much to learn when it came to the mind as teachings.
[member="Darth Venefica"]
 
"Those abilities will do you little if you want to kill me. They did enough the first time around, and I simply wont fall to it again."

Ferus offered a slight wave as he came from a dark corner of the room. As per normal, he shrunk his signature to hide, as per the way of his assassins. [member="Hakora Feanor"] , a mark for death and one who turned his own beloved into a traitor of the Sith, was not unnoticed by the red man.

"If you want to kill me, try something I don't know." Ferus turned his head to [member="Darth Venefica"] , inclining his head with respect. "Good to see you well Venefica. I hope this boy hasn't been too annoying, though I doubt that now. He has grown after all."
 
"Glad you could join us Lord Ferus," she replied, then smiled and added, "But you know me...if I had been annoyed by his presence I would have robbed him of his quest for revenge and robbed you of your chance to finish what you had started."
She shot a quick glance to the white-haired male to read his expression. She wondered now if he understood that he may have made a mistake coming here. But regardless of the outcome, nobody was going to die; yet. Besides, if this male wanted to learn the ways of the Sith then his first lesson would be that all Sith must endure rivals. And she knew Lord Ferus understood that there was to be no killing of another Sith on Prakaith, the capital of the Sith Order. Dark Lord's decree. But that wouldn't stop her from stirring the pot.
"It appears this male specimen wishes to learn our ways in order to kill you," she said to [member="Darth Ferus"]. Then looked over at [member="Hakora Feanor"] adding, "And you are standing in the same room with your goal only a few feet from you."
"What a dilemma! I'm glad it's not me facing such hard choices," her voice taking on an undertone of pleasure at the scene before her. "It appears you boys have a lot to discuss...unless of course you two wish to let bygones be bygones...no?"
 
Hakora had been waiting for him to stop hiding. To think Hakora some all powerful master would be false and far from truth, but when it came to the Force, he had focused his life on three abilities: pyro, speed and Force Sensing. At a young age he had realized the need to sense anything and everything around you and the Echani in him only aided his senses making it seem like he could predict someone's movements before they happened; only an illusion, just good senses.

This made Hakora know his enemy was near, where exactly he wasn't sure due to the man's skills in the Art of Small. Hakora merely laughed softly to himself. "Revenge is never so sweet until it is cooked to perfection. Though you will die for your actions, I enjoy that you have to suffer your actions of killing the one person you ever loved after realizing she could truly never love someone so incompetent." Hakora's laugh retreated into his throat sounding deeper and more like a rumble than a laugh. "Death is too easy, I will rob you of everything you cherish until you beg for death and maybe I will grant it. Good or evil, Jedi or Sith, no one escapes judgement."

Hakora had indeed changed from what Krest knew in the Order of the Grey, he was something balanced, yet shifting. He seemed evil, but there was reason for his actions. The reason he joined the Sith was not simply revenge, it was the basic reason Sith existed; survival. He had been a person just surviving all his life, but now it was time for him to surviving from war to war. Now it was time to do more then survive and start bringing about his plans.

[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
"You're beginning to sound like Wrath young Hakora. Yet, your judgement is misplaced. Traitors of the Sith all fall with the same punishment. Death. Even my wife could not be spared." The tone of the red man was incredibly cold. He had come to terms with his deed long enough ago, and his icy blue eyes showed not an ounce of fear for [member="Hakora Feanor"] .

"However, there is only one thing I hold dear. My child, her child. Can you kill the innocent child of the woman you swore to avenge? And even if you were to, could you live with that guilt? You wish to destroy me, but you have no ability to." Blue eyes traveled to [member="Darth Venefica"] , and with a slight bow of his head the Zabrak would continue.

"Hakora is dead now. You who have come here are no more. If you are to join the Sith, the memory of this man must be removed. Give yourself to the dark, become Sith, or you will die here. I suggest treating him like any other acolyte until the day he truly earns his Sith name."
 

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