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

[Raien Keth]

Planet: Byss​

Location: Uion Lines​

Mission: Exploring the Surface​

Blue-Green Sunlight tapped the edges of equally exotic looking clouds. While lines of crackled purple water seeped out from one of the many darkside nexus’s contained on its surface, glowing in the light of the darkside’s corruption made real. If Raien Keth had wanted to expose Dust to the primal darkside potential and corruption a world could offer him, there was no better place than Byss, a more cunning mind might say such a move was planned from the start.

Raien’s farseeing would be extremely limited till he had achieved the return of [member="Sera Inkari"]’s crystal. The surface of the planet rife with darkside energies, such limited farseeing only garnered you so much detail as to where to head. He only knew his purposes, one to inspire his student in lightsaber construction, to create a weapon worthy of the name of a Kethanite Apprentice, and two to seek the source of his vague vision. A living weapon, vague but that was the goal of his trip, to rebuild some of what was lost.

A structure lay ahead in the distance, biological and mechanical of design, another might call it a nest of sorts. It radiated pure darker energies, one of the many such sites to do so littering the planet, he could feel it filling his bones. Used to walking in such places, it strengthened his resolve, as to its effects on Dust, who could say, that is what the Betrayer wished to find out…

~What do you see, what do you experience, my apprentice~ Speaking through the force, Raien was drawing Dust's focus to the corrupting influence of what was around him, ~answer with your mind, focus on me, and project your will~ as well as training him to speak through the force, and more if he was ready for it. Projecting his will into another mind.

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The Struggle to Come

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust settled onto the infertile grounds of this dark center of the universe. Blue green light bathed his visage in a sickly glow only enhanced by the myriad dark-side energies invading the surface of this once rich planet. Dust brought his hand up to shade his eyes from the light and pondered the power around him. It felt cold, desolate, angry: the very energies of this planet were in pain. He was surrounded by half formed specters of emotion made real in horrible detail by the force around him. Visions of merriment were seen before his eyes. Dancers and revelers living in perfect and blissful ignorance while the specters were dragged from them slowly. The sensation was peculiar as he felt both the bliss and the pain these poor creatures experienced simultaneously without ever comprehending the pain. His musings were interrupted by his masters thoughts entering his agitated mind.

~What do you see, what do you experience, my apprentice~ Speaking through the force, Raien was drawing Dust's focus to the corrupting influence of what was around him, ~answer with your mind, focus on me, and project your will~ as well as training him to speak through the force, and more if he was ready for it. Projecting his will into another mind.

What did he see? What did he experience? The terrible ghosts of some disaster long past imposed upon his mind by some latent power in the force to experience the emotion of others. Would Surtr understand what he meant if he spoke of it? Unlikely, but he was asked to answer with his mind, and perhaps he should. Out of passive agitation he lashed out, he did not know how to speak through the force yet but that didn't stop him from relaying the hell he was experiencing in 3rd person. Fueled by the dark-side power surrounding him, Dust sent a hyper-exagerated version of what he was experiencing at Surtr's mind. It was a passive aggressive action; however, if he succeeded Surtr would experience intense hallucinations and a sum of the pain around them in a short burst.*

 

[Raien Keth]

The sensation hit the betrayer like a frying pan to the back of the head, a hard head granted but it hurt all the same. To an outsider Raien’s head would feel like a rusty metal crate to kick around, dented all over the place, but never moving very far due to the load it carried. He experienced one of his three ex wives, Hana Kae his first before him, a proud and noble women if ever there was one, the hell those two had reeked on each for control of their daughter, was unlike anything you could imagine. The depth of concentration behind Darth Surtr’s mask was all consuming. “Be gone spectre, before every precious thing you hold dear is eradicated, again.” Surtr knew full well this was an illusion, or did he? The single minded depth of loathing could have crushed metal, and it did crush rock nearby, darkside on top of darkside smoldering away, the dark or what was unseen, and unknown focused on.

He was pleased! ~Good. Using your own will as a weapon is a start Dust, one method of attack, next comes using their will against them.~ Impressive, his apprentice was growing, adapting and becoming more powerful.

Truthfully Dust had managed to pull at part of his Master here, but that was because he was facing a Master that had a head so chocked full of the Past, he had merely dislodged one illusion out of many, another man with less defining psychological scars might have merely experienced Dust’s own illusions and dismissed them, or resisted the outside influence another way, "each mind is different to attack like each fighter."

The Bio-Lab​

If Surtr had been wounded by the apparition of the past his steps had not slowed, he did not stop, there it was before them, the jewel he sort. Red and green spheres, almost insectoid in how they were placed but made by man. Winding arms of half nature half machine extended in all directions. The lab was a modest size but sprawled out as it was, it looked bigger, the equipment inside bathed in the blue-green light of the planet, accentuated by the green glass. Petty salvagers were outside looking across the arms, those of no worth or note, carrying pistols, a sword or two, rough looking men and women. Someone was tainting his prize, his purpose! Thankfully the fools hadn’t yet damaged the structure.

He looked through the men and women on the outside, as if they were barely even there.

“Eradicate them.” Ruby Red Lightening shot ahead of his apprentice, lifting one man high into the air, Surtr took his time to educate the salvager in the perils of interrupting him! Which left three on the outside, armed and ready, swords and pistols being drawn.

Hana Kae Reference

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust ignited the Midnight Guard lightsaber he held, wielding its ornate and well constructed hilt in both hands. Blaster fire sizzled past him, often coming close enough that he had to reflect it with the blade of the saber. His reflection was still somewhat unwieldy, having none of the finesse required to target the reflected bolts in order to keep them away from allies and direct them at enemies. He closed the gap between himself and the beings, making sure to leave the structure his master sought completely unscathed. He focused in as he got closer, the two with blasters would need to be dealt with first. Dust noticed how close they were to the firing arcs of the other and used the force to pull the one standing forward into the blaster fire of the other. He ate two shots before the volley stopped suddenly, Dust pulled the blaster of the now downed combat to his left hand and met the blade of the enemy who had a sword with the lightsaber in his right firing to dispatch the second blaster carrying enemy before blocking another strike from the sword wielding combatant. The enemies sword was raised into the air for an angry downward slash and met Dust's lightsaber at a highpoint revealing his unprotected flesh for a shot from the blaster. The three men fell and Dust dropped the simple blaster and awaited what was next to come.*

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[Raien Keth]

The Betrayer learned of his apprentice as he moved and fought, Dust’s adaptability to use what was around him was a growing strength, one that needed to be pushed further, beyond the bounds a Jedi would ever allow it. A good thing then, the droids inside this complex would allow Dust to adapt them indefinitely if he so chose. Servants in which he could maximize the use of, but all in good time.

Only after the three interruptions had been ended, did Darth Surtr release his grip on the forth, but by then, the man was a smoldering ruin.

Another might have wanted to question them, or been interested why they were here, but he just wanted them out of his path, his focus was on one thing and nothing could shake that now. What was inside and to come.

Stepping aside through the corpses, a slow nod was given to Dust. Each life taken might grow his connection, like each site on Byss brought this planet closer toward its perfection. “As with you, this planet grows stronger every day from what it claims as its own.” His gritty voice announced, pushing his will forward and throwing open the door to the complex. That is what the strong did, grew stronger by claiming their wounds, or their victories, one and the same.

There were certain thresholds that once you crossed you never looked back from, always changed in some way. So it was the Betrayer paused at the foothold of this one, another defining moment in his personal history and now that of his apprentice. "Connecting points of the force." Darth Surtr stated to his apprentice, "the art of the long conflict is to find them," and this was one.

Not sealed by Jedi, sealed by Sith what inside had given even them cause to do so?​

Choice was made, purpose drew him inward as it always had, since his first steps into a Jedi temple, a very long time ago. Inside black biomechanical walls, insectoid, manmade, or mechanical? It was hard to tell, something was watching, waiting, more salvagers? Perhaps? Perhaps not. Outside into the ground the body of the salvagers sunk, devoured by the maw of this place, an insatiable hunger for the material given to it.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

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*Dust stood in the doorway to this peculiar building. He had not yet considered what was within the building. Something dangerous no doubt. Powerful, forbidden, and hidden, something his master sought with great interest.*

Dust: "What is this place?"

*Dust avoided formalities, they were not his style. As he considered the danger within, Dust thought of how he could apply the lessons he gained through the holocron. Altering the environment around him seemed like a time consuming task, even if it required little in terms of force energy.*

 

[Raien Keth]

“What you make of it.” Cryptic enough answers for what they’d find here, cryptic and slightly sadistic but not without reason. That is what they’d just entered, someone’s work made real on the walls around them, their life’s work literally. A natural extension of what an Echani passed on as they fell in combat, their technique communicated to the next fighter, at least to this single minded Echani’s eyes who bred conflict anywhere he walked.

As Surtr wrote on his clothes, whoever or whatever had built this wrote in life experience of others, or so the dream he’d had foretold. “There is potential here for greatness, with cost, the imprints into these walls require conflict, to shape what’s here.”

He knew the personal sacrifices he had to make in the coming years ahead, all with reason and already planned ahead. The sacrifices he’d always planned out, well ahead of time. “To gain the penultimate extension of your power, you must sacrifice to remove weakness, much of what you hold to as important, and the evolution never stops while you draw breath.” If it stopped a Sith fell, or died, fading to obscurity more often than not.

Raien would walk further inward, Dust had earned his name, earned more of the past imparted, more Sith secrets. “Once I walked as a man named Raien Keth,” he held up a gloved hand to a control panel, the runes on his robes matching the markings on its outside, it opened slowly with a long hiss. “And in that time, I learned that manipulating conflicts grew the greatest amount of force potential, in the shortest amount of time, from the survivors.”

On the walls around them were grooves above, hollow shells of men would sit, droids, part man, part machine, black skeletal structures waiting for the material to grow or command to switch on. Each step both of them took, another light might come to life, or another door might open, the factory coming to life as they entered, powering up its reserves to serve… or to use what it was given.

“What I lacked was a vessel that could endure long enough, to collect the repository of that knowledge.”

One by one, those droids eyes would open, if they had eyes anyway. Instead of the black faceless mask that lay at the front of their vision, rippling awakenings across the surface of their face. Trained in only the most basic of techniques, the death of the salvagers outside had given them enough genetic material to again activate several of their number. In their hand they held a sword, one or two a yellow saber. Dust’s first taste of lightsaber combat

“Until now.”

And now the real fight for the factory would begin, against the droids, and then rebuilding of them, of who they served.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust saw the creatures. Strange beasts, half machine and clearly deadly. The first to lunge toward him held a sword, the ones with lightsabers stood back as if viewing the fight before them. The beast swung it's sword, a basic movement but with mechanical accuracy. Dust brought his lightsaber to the right to block the ill fated swing, in turn the creature kicked with it's right leg. Dust twisted his body slightly to allow him to avoid the kick and pick up the leg with his left hand while using his right hand to fend off the sword. Dust pulled the creatures leg from under it, allowing it to topple to the floor, he finished it off with a simple swipe of his saber. This was the first part of the test of his strength, but more was to come...*

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[Raien Keth]

Furthering his connection, growing his ability, Dust was observed in detail. Taking apart these droids and showing Raien where they were weakest, their flexibility, they struggled adapting on their own. Darth Surtr was not spared their attention either, with three droids being cut through in a long sweep of his saber around his body, lunging forawrd, Djem so hammered long heavy strikes into those he faced, crushing them aside, his saber like a brute force battering ram.

Droids would crawl off the walls, and drop down, or they would appear out of them! Shapes that looked like part of the design, forming part droid, part insect, part the bodies of the salvagers they had faced previously and killed, copied over and over. Black looking creatures with a mild exoskeleton, obviously not human but obviously human shaped.

The process​

Were the droids learning? No not really, they didn’t seem to learn as much as repeat what they already knew. Still they were fearsome enough, if only because you had no idea where they would come from, and they seemed to be continually produced over and over.

All the adjacent doors had sealed themselves.

He’d learned enough! Surtr picked one droid up in a force choke, and threw it into another one. Interruptions! The two droids themselves were resonated up, splintering and shattering parts and metal, which were then thrust into the black biological matter of the droid.

Teaching force resonate.

“Open the doors. Feel the force around you! Draw on the darkside of everything living or dead, feel the molecules of the door, speed them up, buckle them, shatter them, pull them apart!” Force resonate as Raien Keth taught it, would not work on living things, only man made substances, as living things tended to repel the invasion of their own auras or beings naturally.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust focused on the force around him. The doors, the creatures, everything, he could feel the force around it, but his aptitude was for manipulating the living force in the world around him. As he tried to cause the shattering of these objects he managed to do something entirely different, the air in the room began to heat up. He had incidentally used the force within the air to cause it to become significantly warmer, though this was not his intent obviously. Though this did nothing to further his ability to resonate objects with the force, especially since he was still a mere apprentice in most respects, it did allow him to get a better feel for his own natural ability to alter the environment and perhaps he would be able to use the skill more in the present.*

Dust: "I'm afraid I havent grasped that concept yet. New plan! You break the doors, and I will fight off the robots."

*As he said that, another of the creatures came at him with a lightsaber. It was still utilizing simple attacks, barely apt at fighting, so as it struck downward Dust blocked up, the second came at him from the side and he kicked the first attacker to gain some space while he blocked the second creature. He then struck the head of it with an elbow before turning to the first; however, not respecting the damage of a lightsaber, he received a burn across his elbow from the blade of the one he had just struck from passing to close to the blade. This caused him to be a bit hesitant in his assault. The first was up and struck, Dust reacted defensively doing a straight block. The second came at him again and he barely had time to move out of the way before kicking that ones hand with a force enhanced kick that knocked the saber out of its hand which led to it being drawn into Dust's grip before stabbing into the currently saber locked creature. He turned back around, throwing the extra saber into the creature that once owned it and then walked up and pulled the saber out.*

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[Raien Keth]

Darth Surtr had the manipulation of the artificial and dust the material, a fearsome combination his Echani eyes recognized, good, it suited his purpose to have such potential unlocked so early in his students training. Dust was learning, a lot, to adapt and endure when it counted.

The fact Dust had given him an order, a booming laugh echoed out, and was thrust into the nearest droid barreling it and two others over, crushing metal and matter on the far wall, in what could only be described as a mess. Raien’s techniques were not precise, they opted for area effect. At one time they were precise, he’d been a different Echani back then, much more concerned with finer control.

“Heat the air, combust it and sustain that combustion, push the pressure of your will into it, the concentration of your energy, burn them, all of them.” Darth Surtr encouraged his voice rasping with his own power and wounds, fires of the thousand dead in his eyes. The conflicts past, he moved in the combat circle like it was second nature. Surtr had faced elemental fire and teachings before, long ago, but never taken to them himself.

As for the door leading to the control room, it bore the full weight of his heavy attentions, twisting from inside out, buckling and wrenching from the walls. Shattering into shards, shards which were then expelled as lethal weapons to any waiting behind it.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*This Dust was sure he could do. Sensing the air in the room with his power fueled and redoubled by the dark nexus which was byss, Dust noticed flammable gases in small concentrations in the room. For a moment he stood, using the force within the gases to influence them, concentrate them to provide a volatile mixture around the droids, and then increase the temperature in a small area to ignite the now volatile gases. The explosion was relatively controlled, remaining primarily around the droids, super heating their frames and charring off bits before sending a pressure wave that was strong enough to damage or destroy most all of the droids. The heat and pressure wave pulsed out toward Dust and Surtr, it grew exponentially weaker as it got further from the primary concentration meaning that it would have little effect on Dust who was taught by experience how to use force endurance and also Surtr who unlocked the ability in Dust. Of the many droids once present, few droids remained in the room to fight Dust. Now the doors were open, Dust cleaned up the remaining droids with the power of two lightsabers allowing him to shred through their ranks more quickly. They were ready to proceed onward.*

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[Raien Keth]

Blazing fires of the twilight of his enemies. Surtr stood to face with their embers, and the eternal flame of conflict seeking him, being sorched mildly by the impact, his robes seemed oddly unaffected. The flames on his robes burned their own colors internally, rakattan fire in a runic language, or so he had always thought. This place though was not Rakattan he could tell from its design, because he’d walked in the old places, and here had the same markings as his robes. Lies to hold to him by a former Master, perhaps, it had him interested, old betrayals that needed explanation and answer.

“What is your greatest desire Dust, and what stops you achieving it?”

Raien said bluntly as they walked through the black halls, seeking toward the central control point, the control of all things to be in his grasp once more. Why was a Sith Master asking his apprentice this? Because it gave him more leverage over his apprentice, knowing what made Dust tick now since his awakening into the darkside. If he could tie his apprentice to something he could focus him on, that was all the easier to grow force potential.

The control room was obviously the most man made area of the facility deeply underground, it was well shielded on all sides, with numerous doors that had to be shattered on the way. Raien would shatter or buckle them with multiple force pushes, and a heavy metal kick. What method would dust have for breaching doors? Because in his life Raien Keth had found one thing common almost everywhere, old or new, a lot of locked doors to get through.

It was the final door that was the thickest... and before it Raien stopped, he didn't even say a word, to see if Dust was in tune enough with his Master, to simply know, to smash the thing out of the way, or open it anyway he could: Lightsaber, control panel, force use, finding a way around or something equally creative.

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Spoiler

The language is from race that is yet to be subbed, same with the planet, so it’s unknown for now but they might find hints for later threads however.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

“What is your greatest desire Dust, and what stops you achieving it?”

*Dust paused for a moment. He needed to answer, yet what could he tell his master? He turned to Surtr.*

Dust: "My greatest desire? You could call it revenge, for the death of my fiancé, for every wrong done to a man who only wanted to be good, for the evils of this world. That, however, would be a misnomer. Deicide would be a better word. There is something cruel about being placed in a world where despite your intentions nothing good ever comes, where evil deeds are needed to accomplish worthy goals. Destroying the gods which perpetuate this cycle of good and evil would be a part of that. Really my goal is to purge this existence of everything I hate. The only thing that stops me from achieving my desires is my weakness. It takes true and unrelenting power to destroy a god among men, power I intend to obtain and wield to devastating effect."

*Dust and Surtr stood at the thick door. When Surtr stopped, Dust knew well enough that he was waiting for Dust to do something, but what? The door was massive, thick, and the controls were not familiar to Dust. Brute strength wasn't his aptitude, in fact the opposite was rather the case. His strength came from excellent control of the body, knowing how and where and why to apply pressure, and though this door was reinforced to the teeth he could tell that the ceiling above them was actually rather thin and protected what Dust assumed to be a small maintenance crawl space. It was one of the great weaknesses of sentients: they rarely think to look up. Drawing in the thick darkness of the force around him, Dust enhanced what strength he had to tear through the thin ceiling before climbing inside the small crawl space. He may not have been strong enough to punch through the thick door, but tearing through a ceiling panel was no problem.*

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[Raien Keth]

The Control Room​

“Who killed you Fiancé?” Surtr’s rebuilt voice cut like the wounds in it, to the heart of this one. This was it, this was what the Betrayer needed, what Dust needed, and so Raien focused on. “The act of revenge itself will burn out.” Surtr stated bluntly, he’d seen it often, “but the act of destroying the gods that you speak of, that can be a life’s work. If you know what you are really fighting, the nature of the force and counterbalance,” Darth Surtr’s voice rasped a black laugh, especially at the ingenuity of dust, he was unable to follow as simply, instead much of the ceiling below his apprentice was pulled down, to accommodate his less nimble frame.

Dust’s life’s purpose was in exact opposition to how his Master shaped the galaxy, another might have tried to alter this, but Raien saw the benefit, so many benefits of this line of opposing tact. Unleashed on the right individuals, Dust would prove invaluable, but put on the right life’s mission… yes, a slight adjustment. Behind his mask his eyes had narrowed deeply, and then released their pressured focus at the end. He would play his mentor in this task.

Landing the other side, the polished surfaces and light blue screens were humming to life, powered up by their approach, control panels, conduits and lighting. In the center of this small highly defended room, far underground, sat a rounded holomap of the planet Byss. A device much like Raien would often construct to visually map out strategies to come, a map which could be altered to display the galaxy itself, as Dust's master was already demonstrating, it would need to be refined for his purposes.

“You will need tools for your life’s work. allies, contacts, resources,” Surtr’s mind manipulated the course of the journey to come, plans forming within plans now. The art of the long conflict was a patient one, it might even encompass one who sort to end it… as it had before with Hana Kae.

“What do you see here?” he asked, looking to the droids on the walls outside their windows, waiting for new instruction, waiting for commands and material to power them. "Really see."

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust was surprised at first that Surtr would question these elements of Dust's path. He didn't know how he should respond at first. Was this a test? A trick? Dust would answer with honesty though. The only way to see another mans intentions is to be honest with him.*

Dust: "My father killed my fiancé. He was angry and she got in his way. It wasn't even intentional, he just hit her a bit too hard and she happened to land temple against a sharp corner. A freak accident really, and that was the first time I experienced the force. With all of the strength within the part of me that could do what needed to be done I slammed into him. He was thrown backward and through glass where the lacerations eventually bled him dry. By the time I turned to my fiancé she was on the edge of life and death. I ran over and cradled her head in my arms and watched as the life faded from her eyes and saw fear behind her tears. I left home then, studied the force where I could and searched for someone to teach me its ways. I found a Zabrak woman, a Dark Jedi, and she taught me the basics before abandoning me there to find my own way back to my home world where I met you. What I seek is more than petty revenge as I have said, and the fire that is lit behind my eyes will extinguish only as my own life does."

*they continued walking. What did he see? The strangest thought entered his mind. Potential. He saw potential everywhere, completely untapped potential for power. Not the kind that comes through ones own strength, but the power that comes from using others. And that is what he would say.*

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Dust: "Potential"

*A simple answer that said all that he felt in this room.*

 

[Raien Keth]

It was always a test. Revenge was a motivator, perhaps Dust had tied it enough into others that it would last for some time, if he witnessed enough acts to give that revenge cause to really take root. “Who do you think gave your father that impulse?” Surtr spoke candidly, “his parents, or those he consorted with, friends who encouraged him to be like he was,” here was the battle for the future of this one ahead, and he relished the fight, the opportunity to mold it.

“So really, did you kill the cause of your fiance’s death, or just the after effect? The echo?” He walked forward to tap the glass between them and the droids.

“How many saw him enter these rage filled states and did nothing, how many lives are responsible for her death?” Surtr twisted the knife. “Will you make the same mistake Dust.” This was the long conflict, bringing it into view, the bigger picture. “Will you allow them to walk freely, knowing their crimes?”

Surtr turned, his eyes narrowed to slits behind the mask, rasping voice gritty like rough stone.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

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Dust: "My mother stood and did nothing during these outbursts, but when she found out what happened she killed herself. My grandparents on both sides are dead. There is no-one left to blame but myself it seems. I blame my own inaction, and that is why I must take action now to prevent that mistake from being repeated. I will never be too weak or timid to save someone again, I will see anyone who threatens that ground to dust."

*Dust looked into the glass at the droids. He was distracted in thought now. Thinking about all of the things he could have prevented had he just had the power or foresight. This was part of his turning point. He had already tipped over the edge of the dark, but his resolve was only increased.*

 

[Raien Keth]

"You have that power now, and ahead of you in these droids, they will not raise their hand unless programmed to, they will not fly into rage unless you tell them so."

Revenge was the common motivator most new Sith had but few could sustain it indefinitely, without tying it to other causes or motivations, else they burn out and die. That is what his Master attempted to do here.

“When the Sith claim a world, they bring order and stability,” at least most Sith did, Raien was a key exception, “by bringing a planet into alignment with the darkside the traitors and those who oppose it are clearly identified.” Such as the terrorists blowing up buildings on coruscant, not that his Master saw any value in lives that were not force sensitive, but he could play up Jareth’s motivations here.

“On coruscant now there is stability, except rogue elements that seek to take lives there. Simply because the Sith are not like them, they blow up innocent lives, like your… fiancé.” Surtr added, yes he was twisting the knife and making a clear point when he did so. Extending his hands over the controls, the droids began to come to life one by one coming out of their chambers, awaiting their commands. His runic language accessed the controls, and that was his key here, it might take Dust awhile to learn, to bond with this place, and yes fight to defend it. All part of his Master's plan.

“With iron control, men like your father are quelled, stopped before they can ever raise their fist. Only those which have to die, die, the innocent are spared, except those who would damage this Sith certainty,” Sith certainty, the Sith Code, bred into Raien's bones, all losses calculated ahead of time and conflicts planned in advance. Sacrifices to breed force potential and the Sith code in every move he made. Sith certainty, that at least could be common ground for Master and Apprentice.

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[Aster Jen'allé]

*Dust pondered the Sith. He followed a sith master, yet he still knew little of their ideals or beliefs. Order... It was such a nice word, but he craved something different, maybe it was a type of order, but really it was finding the power to create a brave new world, one where he had eliminated all that he hated. Protect what he loves by killing the destroyers before they became killers. The ultimate preemptive strike. But there was merit in Surtr's words.*

Dust: "Order, what a pity that word is meaningless. Until the world has been cleansed order means nothing, though I haven't learned of your Sith ideals yet. Not in full at least. I do wish for order some day, but for now I wish only for power. The power to do what is necessary."

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