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The Jawa (
Tryk Zhot
) resounded with a rebuke, which made The Fallen Jedi lower his head in shame. He then gave a bow to
Valery Noble
and bid her good night,
“
My apologies once more.. I must remove myself.”
He felt it churning inside him, it was growing as a fever, and now he ceased to resist it. Returing to back room reserved for those who wanted privacy, which seemed tonight was nobody he drew res curtain ans inside hunched over as to void, and instead of fluid, there was a black substance, he looked at it, and then rising saw a figure in scarlet light, his hair was jet black and wet, long and tired in poney tail, his skin pale, his eyes golden with orange crust of fire around them, and three great scars on his right cheek. His armor was obsidian and hade plates, the design waa anciwnt and he was an imposing size.
“
Pathetic.. this is what my blood has become?!”
Ulic revoiled before the Dark Lord.
“
You have run from your destiny.. and tainted my namesake!”
The Dark Lord raised his hand, and Ulic was thrown against the booth cushion.
“
I have entreated you to embrace your true nature.. and you have spat in the face of our my legacy!”
Ulic cried out,
“You.. cough.. are dead.”
The Phantom of Exar Kun places his gloved finger on Ulic’s chest.
“
I live in you.. your blood.. I now command you to take up your birthright! To give yourself to the dark side! It is in your veins, surrender to it!”
The Fallen Jedi laid there, he had fought with all his moral authority, and no one cared. The Jawa’s words “flunkie,” swarmed his head. The power of the spirits and The Spirit was now beating down his last defenses.
Ulic looked at this projection of His Ancestor, a vapor coming from his own breath.
“I tried so hard.. and now in the end I see it never mattered.”
The Shadow of Kun offered his hand.
“
This has always been your destiny.. take my hand and become what you were born to be.”
Ulic reached up and upon touching the vermillion red Spirit it began to enter him from whence it came. Ulic fell on his face, the drapes of scarlet fell upon him as he grabbed ahold.
The red velvet covered him as waves of blood, and then after a moment he stirred, rising up from the blood blankets as a great serpent till it was the size of a man, and then one by one fell to reveal the reborn form, his eyes burned, amber with that crusted edge of blood orange.:
He took his Jedi robe and tossed it off and stepped on it as he left the private rooms, passing a served droid who protested,
“This is reserved seating only..”
before it could continue, it mouth box was squeezed and warped so that it could not speak. Walking back into the cantina, Ulic headed for the exit, he saw The Jawa who had rebuked him, and was tempted to bled him from within, though his words as served in a litany to make his transformation complete. So he really could thank the short pointy hooded yellow eyed figure. The New Dark One felt the presence of Jedi, and for first time it was repugnant, their odor rotten leaves and hyssop. He refrained from attacking, he needed someplace to change clothes and tap into his powers, honing them.
Reaching the enterance, some bouncers, One a Trandoshan and another a Wookiee seeing him transfigured in shadow, parted to make way for the Kun, who exited the Cantina, and now stood in the cityscape of Nar Shadda.
Standing on the edge, Ulic signaled to a taxi of yellow flown by a Irithorian. He stepped in and have instruction to take him to a nearby hotel. The taxi took him to a seedy one, not fsr down in depths, and there let off The Dark One. Inside Ulic spoke with a IG droid that ran the desk and that got him a room, the number was 66, and there inside with damaged walls, a makeshift cot that hung from chains and a desk with a black wood chair, he sat. Pulling out a datapad he ordered a new pair of clothes with a cape and chain, and hair dye and mascara.
As he waited for his things to be brought to him, he took his saber and held it aloft, snapping the blade to life, its yellow glow began to flicker wildly as he motioned his other hand, it seemed to scream, as he called forth The Darkness in his soul, and its golden jasper hue began to bleed into a garnet as the kyber was tormented by his change of heart. The bond was severed, and now only silence where the song had been.
There was a knock at the door, and a droid with four arms , six yellow eyes and arching metallic back held groceries, one of which was a black garment bag. The Dark One helped the droid unload and swiped a credit code to pay it.
“Have a nice day..”
The droid then sauntered off as Ulic out on the new olive tunic and pants, taking the silver chain with twin red stones to clasp the grey cape on that was coral red on the inside, while fitting a matching coral belt with many leather pockets and coral gloves on. Just as his Jedi Robes and outfit had beem unorthodox, Ulic now wore an outfit not common among the practitioners of the dark side.
Now dressed, and content, The Dark One went back to desk and ordered a cap, which took him back to The Cantina, as he reached the door the two bouncers from before eyee him in his new leather and vibrant coral, gray, and olive. Still they did not bare him admittance, he returned inside, this time he had not come to drown his sorrows and feed self pity, instead he walked with spring in his step, and swagger as he approached the bar. He did not order alcoholic beverages, his desire to have a clear mind to tap into the dark power overcame any desire for numbing effects.
A magenta colored drink was brought to him:
The Melioorun Juice was tart at first and then was sweet, perhaps fortelling that his new path would lead from the sour he had known to sweet passion that awaited all who took the dark mantel.
