Private One To Embody The Power, The Other To Crave It

[Caius Timeo]

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Location: The Citadel, Exegol

Tag: Darth Saevius

Equipment: Lightsaber | Su'arnr be Tracyn | Dagger of Fire

Caius Timeo, one of the newest Sith acolytes to the Brotherhood of the Maw roamed around the Citadel on Exegol. His Sith name was Inferis, but he’d prefer to earn the Darth title or at least Lord before he formally went by that, it would sound better that way. The young acolyte didn’t have a master yet and roamed around the fortress/Sith academy until then.

He grew up in a rich Sith household and already knew something of the Dark Side of the Force, but that would count for nothing until he found a master to train him properly. Then he could gain experience and notoriety and with that a reputation of fear.

Though yet untrained he was strong in the force, being the son of two purebred Sith Lords. More than that he had hedonistic and sadistic tendencies as a byproduct of his upbringing. Above all else his parents raised him to be cruel, brutal, and efficient as a means to survive in a Galaxy that knew no mercy. His heart was filled with hate at a young age. He would kill anyone for any reason, a true psychopath, Caius was murderous for fun.

His mother and father noticed he was gifted with Sith sorcery at a young age and got him addicted to Sith lore, especially that of rare and lethal spells, forbidden by the Jedi. He found an interesting tome on Sith Alchemy and sat down in the library to read it, finding the most comfortable chair to sit in.

 

[Darth Saevius]

Location: The Citadel, Exegol
Date: Post Empress Teta, ~871 ABY
Tags: Caius Timeo

The True Sith​

So much had happened as of late. From the death of the Dark Voice Darth Solipsis ; in all of his power and grandeur - to the near collapse of the Brotherhood of the Maw in the wake of their failure on Tython. There was a reason Saevius had already been known as ‘The Spider’, for he took great care to remain on the outset of the struggle for power. The new ‘Dark Voice’, otherwise known as Darth Mori, would be a target for all ambitious lesser lords within the New Sith Order for years to come, should she survive that long.

Saevius’ mindset was altogether different. Much like the Krykna spiders of Atollon, he preferred operating in the shadows only to reveal himself when his rivals knew nothing of the threat he truly posed. When they lashed out with whatever defenses they could muster, they would serve little benefit to ward off ‘The Spider’ from seeking his true end.

At least, that was who he used to be.

Ever since being constrained within this massive synthetic body, Saevius had resigned himself to the notion he would never truly be as stealthy as he used to be. Instead, he appeared as an Avatar of Malice - the very rage burning inside of him from the fateful event on Noris that lead to his internment within being all too easy to see from his menacing and intimidating appearance.

Yet, over the years, Saevius found himself able to return to his previous mental state, which had served him well prior to his wholesale transformation. He previously had been an oddity within the Brotherhood - a Sith who had seemingly mastered the control of his emotions. This was not, of course, in imitation of the Jedi Order, who sought to control emotions and hide away from them.

No, instead - Saevius controlled his emotions much like how an expert swordsman controlled his body down to the smallest of muscles. He used his emotions like a weapon, and brought them to bear to truly overwhelm his enemies upon springing his aforementioned traps upon them. But on Tython, he was little more than an animal encased on a metallic husk. He had thrust himself upon his enemies with little grace or forethought - instead, giving in entirely to his emotions.

Believe it or not, there was a time in which the true Sith of this galaxy had frowned upon such a notion. Although they embraced their emotions and impulses, they never believed in allowing them to enslave and overpower rationality. Stains upon the order in the form of Darth Scion; who millenia ago dedicated himself on a crusade to eliminate the Jedi at any costs from pure, blind rage - was a testament to how foolish he was in his methods to do so.

Saevius had allowed himself to wallow in self pity after Noris, which transformed into the same blind rage he detested on Tython. But now...

Now was a rebirth of sorts. For the first time since Noris, during the Alliance invasion of Empress Teta - Saevius could feel a semblance of his former lucidity returning to him. He may not have been the same person physically, but he had an opportunity to return to what made him peerless in the force.

Mori, Ptolemis, Kyrel - all of them could have the prestige they so craved if they wanted it. Saevius was not interested in titles or honorifics.

He was after true power.

In another life, he had dedicated himself to the pursuit of mastering the art of overpowering the consciousness of others, and had advanced to the point of rivaling even the most powerful of Sith Masters in that same vein. He would return to that pursuit, and when the time was right...

The fools who surrounded him would never see it coming.

But, he would have to be patient. Even the greatest of the Sith Lords of old did not seize power in a day. Darth Bane never saw his vision of the Dark Side waxing ascendant in his lifetime. No... his legacy was eventually fulfilled by Darth Sidious, at least for a time.

Saevius would take up that mantle, but only when the time was truly right.

That meant he needed an apprentice; a young mind he could mold willingly, and who would follow in his footsteps to cement the legacy of the True Sith. He did not fully agree with the ‘Rule of Two’ that Darth Bane espoused millennia ago, but the principle was undeniable in its effect.

No... within the very heart of the New Sith Order, Saevius would grow his power. He would become the true Sith’ari under the nose of those who believed or opposed this Darth Mori. She would be the image of power, but Saevius would become the true power in the shadows, with his apprentice alongside him.

And so it was why he found himself within the halls of The Citadel on Exegol. He would not accept just any pupil under his tutelage. He reached out with the force, allowing it to flow through and guide him. Although he could not feel the same sensations he had one time took for granted, such as touch, smell, pleasure, pain...

He felt the force.

It tugged upon the only remaining organic tissue encased in his body; his brain, spine, nerve endings - all of it drank in the flow of the Dark Side as it coursed through the runes etched upon his form. It tugged upon him in the direction of the archives within the Temple, wherein he happened upon a silver-haired human male reading a tome of Sith Alchemy. His young, yellow hued eyes skimmed through the profane words written in the ancient Sith tongue, which in and of itself would have caused Saevius’ eyebrows to arch if he still had them. Instead, his perpetual neutral expression on his synthetic ‘face’ regarded the young male before him.

Should Caius notice and regard the form in front of him, he would see a towering, dark hued metallic form wrought from the hardest metals of the galaxy, and etched with a myriad of some of the same runes he saw on the pages before him. Jet black robes draped over his form which hid many of them, but there were enough to prevent any real attempt to hide them unless Saevius ever decided to fully wrap himself in cloth. Saevius’ dual bladed lightsaber hung on his left opposite the half cloak that draped over Saevius’ right.

After a brief pause, the Sith Lord finally spoke:

“Do you know what you are reading... boy?”

His voice was deep and, as one might have guessed; metallic, yet it still bore the same cadence he once carried. Distinguished, and with a smoothness despite the grating metallic overtones. Caius would find it not dissimilar from the accent amongst his fellow nobles, yet altogether different... as if from a time that had faded into obscurity.

 

[Caius Timeo]

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Equipment: Lightsaber , Su'arnr be Tracyn | Dagger of Fire

Location: The Citadel, Exegol

Tag: Darth Saevius

Caius sat there reading his tome on Sith alchemy, relaxed in private peace. He has been taught ur-Kittat since he was a child, from his parents and then from the academy. He wasn’t fully fluent in the ancient language, but few were. It was notoriously impossible to translate, it was amazing enough that he was even semi-fluent. The acolyte understood enough to be able to master and cast the spells he was reading with time and practice.

He had just started to enjoy himself when the sound of metallic footsteps filled his ears until it finally commanded enough of his attention to actually look up.

When he did he was confronted with the visage of a metal man imbued with runes in ur-Kittat wearing Sith robes. Well this was one of the weirdest sights he’d seen. Clearly it wasn’t the droid it seemed to be, but a Sith cyborg, but why were they approaching him? He was about to ask what he could possibly want when the man answered, rather crassly. He answered back with much the same energy as he lowered his book, looking entirely uninterested in dull conversation.

“Uhm… I believe it’s a copy of the writings of Sorzus Syn. What do you want, metal man?”

 

[Darth Saevius]

Location: The Citadel, Exegol
Date: Post Empress Teta, ~871 ABY
Tags: Caius Timeo

The True Sith​

‘Metal man...?’ Saevius regarded the young aspirant before him for a prolonged moment. Finally, the cyborg broke his silence again: <“Oi tuti nimyi dzis a arwitir iw tu'iyia a an durtsasri uri wikiâ na ri wirmsi rirzyia iw ri irsifiûkiw.”>

Saevius paused for a moment, then switched back to basic. “Most aspirants believe it to be a waste of time, favoring the pursuit of the many different martial forms of the lightsaber.” He strolled over to a nearby bookcase, extending one of his mechanical fingers to lightly brush against the spines of a handful of texts. If his face could make such expressions, a look of... fondness would likely play upon his features. “You ask what I want...”

Slowly, Saevius turned to face the young Sith. He extended a hand with an almost casual air, causing the chair in which Caius was seated within to lurch abruptly - skidding several meters until it stopped close enough for the being’s full size to tower over the seat. “I seek a pupil to learn what true power is, and to recognize it prior to... making regrettable miscalculations.” It was clear by the tone of his voice that Saevius was referring to the mild insult the acolyte had made. It did little to truly affect him, but it would serve as an adequate device to break the ice. For now.

Spoiler: Translations

• “It is rare for an aspirant of your age to concern themselves with the sacred language of our forebears.”

 

[Caius Timeo]

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Equipment: Lightsaber, Su'arnr be Tracyn | Dagger of Fire

Location: The Citadel, Exegol

Tag: Darth Saevius

Caius immediately recognized and understood ur-Kittat when he heard it. So that’s what we’re doing. He responded in the same tongue.

“Nu buti nenx kais tave ane.”
(I’m not like the others.)

The cyborg switched back to basic and spoke about how other young Sith didn’t respect their ancestral language or care to learn sorcery. The acolyte switched back to basic as well as he spoke again.

“That’s because they’re fools.”

When the metal Sith looked to the books, Caius sensed something was up. He could feel pressure in the air like a change in emotion. Then the older Sith turned toward him and extended a hand then the chair he was in lurched forward until he was face to metal face with the man.

It seemed a lecture was starting. The white haired Sith was unaffected and uninterested.

“This ‘threat’ is boring me. You speak about how I should recognize and respect your power, but I’ve never seen it. I should want to be your apprentice, but I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done. Who even are you?”

He hardly cared if his insult had any affect, the young Sith had no reason to take it back. Respect was earned not given and this man had done nothing but fail to intimidate him in an attempt to earn it. Caius leaned back and got comfortable in his chair like he wasn’t at all afraid of how his would be master might react.

 

[Darth Saevius]

Location: The Citadel, Exegol
Date: Post Empress Teta, ~871 ABY
Tags: Caius Timeo

The True Sith​

For a long moment, Saevius’ unfeeling ‘eyes’ stared down at the younger man beneath him. His head tilted slightly to the side as he observed the boy inquisitively. Then, quite abruptly, laughter erupted from the Sith Lord’s ‘mouth.’ A metallic edge laced the sound of mirth, adding an already unnerving edge behind the noise. A leg rose and placed itself on the lip of the chair, and the Sith Lord pushed it backward with almost as little effort as the previous wave of his hand. Then he paced with a casual air to the far side of the library, deigning to speak once again: “You are quite entitled for one who stands to gain nothing and lose everything.”

Saevius paused after a few steps and turned to face the Arkanian, his eyes glowing with an intensity that wasn’t there before. “You place far too much stock in aligning yourself with one who themselves has acquired status and notoriety. But have you noticed what their ultimate fate is?” In the wake of Darth Solipsis’ death, the answer was quite obvious, and in many cases - painful to recall. Solipsis embodied the height of power other Sith could aspire to. He was the Dark Side incarnate, and what did that get him?

Death.

Why others squabble so viciously over the crown that now lay dormant was beyond Saevius, and his reasons for such feelings were given voice before the young Sith. “True power comes from not having to explain yourself to others, and in allowing others to draw attention to themselves while you bide your time in the shadows... and discover secrets they could not even begin to imagine.” He paused yet again, as if considering whether he should speak further. After a moment, he did: “Some call me The Spider. Others, the Burned-” Contempt dripped from his lips at the mention of the last title, but he continued: “You... may refer to me as Darth Saevius. And if you think I was attempting to intimidate you... you will be woefully surprised when I actually decide to do so.”

Saevius’ voice took on a harsh hardness, almost as if he slapped Caius across the face. “As for you... I think I know enough to know what my final decision is.” Without another word, the Sith Lord ambled to the exit of the library. Whether or not this was a test was not spoken, but the message was quite clear. The Sith Lord’s patience had worn out.