Remaking the Past, by Corruption of the Future [Jareth]

[Raien Keth]

“Then listen hard, and learn well.”

Surtr pressed firmly onto the console, allowing himself to understand this place more fully, pushing down into his certainty of the darkside, and becoming like the rock and ground, motionless as he often was. “The Sith code teaches us that peace is a lie, someone has to be the one doing the killing ahead of time, as you are seeing. The only way is becoming that which others fear to be, cleansing, sacrificing so you might be strong enough to see your vision done.” That was the choice he had made a very long time ago, but it would take someone who had walked part of that path to see it like Dust was beginning to, only now of course it had taken Raien so far into the killing, nothing else mattered but raising force potential, because he saw that as the only true constant in the universe.

Raien breathed deeply, extending his will, which to those watching merely meant working the controls, but it was greater than that, he was always the conflict about to happen, he was the fight to be won, and the next battle to draw the focus on. That was how he controlled events. “There will always be someone ready to fight for a cause, or a conflicting ideal, the trick Dust, is to control not only the cause, but also the results.”

His Master was telling him half truths, truthful from a certain point of view a Jedi might say, arranged on his chessboard, and considering Dust's place within it, shaping or defining that as they went. Raien had a way to go to be in that position again, but it didn't need to be done from leading an empire, it could easily be done by killing a man before he became emperor, or burning a world so a galaxy was altered ahead of time, the art of the long conflict.

"Use your passion, build your purpose till it is your core, what you eat, sleep and live, that will give you your strength, and through the strength power and victory. That is the way of the Sith."

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*The sith code through the eyes of Keth. Jareth was passionate, Dust is a Shadow of everything that makes Jareth. Passion could be power for him as it was for Jareth.*

Dust: "Your words are powerful, I will learn from them. Now, on to the task at hand. What must we do here, master?"

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[Raien Keth]

"I will need time to study this,” was all his Master would say, and it would remain that way while he worked the controls in silent thought for a good half an hour, the silent bodies of droids standing motionless ahead behind the viewscreen. Jareth could take the initiative to explore or not, his Master was completely singleminded to the exclusion of everything, you might suspect even breathing on this task, any attempts to talk to him would fall on deaf ears.

After about an hour or two give or take, he immerged from his walking meditation, meditation while in action on his task. “They require genetic material and combat imprints taken directly from the fallen combatants they kill. They learn slowly, but all is recorded, and duplicated in the next batch.”

Surtr breathed out, not as simple as merely programming them, these were living part man, part insect, part droid creations, clones of a different order and twisted with Byss’s energies to be what they were now, the upside was their number was quickly grown, even if that number was few.

“We require a target and a test, a conflict about to happen. Else we must make one ourselves.” Turning to Dust, he breathed outward. “Do you have a target? Something that calls to you to be righted, to be the first exercise of your new power” Not passing up an opportunity to link his apprentice into events, and tie him further into the place. The more Raien could invest his apprentice into the venture, the harder he would fight to defend it. Otherwise Raien of course had a few… thousand potential targets.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*As his master studied, Dust took the time to practice. Focus in on what he has learned about resonating things in the force. Focusing on small objects, trying to resonate them to the point where they shattered. By the time Surtr was finished meditating Dust had finally been able to resonate small objects to the point of exploding. His learning was fueled and enhanced by the energies of Byss and he would learn much in his time on the planet.*

“We require a target and a test, a conflict about to happen. Else we must make one ourselves.” Turning to Dust, he breathed outward. “Do you have a target? Something that calls to you to be righted, to be the first exercise of your new power”

Dust: "On Rodia, there was a specific gang of outlaw Rodians which gained power enough to go untouched by the Rodian government. They terrorized the streets and though I never felt at home on Rodia really, this group irked me. It is a small target, but perhaps a revisit of the place where we met would make the perfect test for these living machines. Exterminate them in their enclave and laugh while their power burns with their filthy corpses."

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[Raien Keth]

“Our first real test.” Darth Surtr’s certainty on the project increased, and the pressured focus on the room bent some of the metal nearby. “Exterminate and bring me their leaders, at least their bodies.” Surtr nodded, he wanted the best and brightest material directly brought here or just to be used so Dust could personally execute them later, either way they had a purpose to him alive, the rest could die,

Surtr looked one final time at the facility, powering down the security systems, and on his com-link ordered in the Massassi to their new home, time to begin their expansion. His rise to power once again, on the backs of the dead no less again, fitting. Breathing the certainty of his purpose inward, he entered in the commands to the droids of just who their Master was now, and who they served.

“Rodia,” was all he said to the assassin droids and massassi that were beginning to enter the facility. With that three hundred of the new prototypes turned and began to exit the tunnels, they didn’t move like droids, more like insects on two legs. They exited to breed their new brand of justice upon the world. Justice, the betrayer’s twisting of the term would be nothing short of terrifying, even if his own self-absorbed pride said so itself. "We will have our justice Dust."

With that he exited to his ship, following behind the droids advance.

Fin

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To be continued in another thread, have a read of the two messages in the PM. Great thread my friend!

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