The Mentor
"Kneel."
Aboard the Archaeon, the day had finally come. A cloaked figure would approach another, who had kneeled for them. "You have spent the last several years under my guidance, under my teachings... You have shed your weakness, your former name, your former identity... And you have finally become the Sith that you have been always meant to be. The hand of the dark side you were always meant to be... And now..."
The man with the older sounding voice would activate a lightsaber and hold it to the shoulder of the second, for a moment letting it burn their robes and into their flesh. The second man did not flinch, only closed his eyes and allowed the ceremony to be conducted as needed. Finally, he would release him.
"On this day, you will shed all before you... You have been cleansed through my blade... And you are now ready to assume the mantle that was always meant for you."
"Rise... Lord Dragonan."
The other cloaked figure would rise then, the newly christianed Sith Lord staring at his Master with an expression cold, icy... Heartless, free of emotion. He would pull off his hood then, to reveal dark red locks flowing down to his shoulders.
"You know what you must do, Lord Dragonan... Darth Dragonan...
You will be shipped off to Kashyyyk tomorrow, under the guise of one hoping to be redeemed. Once you are there... I trust you will be able to dispatch of as many of them as possible before making your exit. Once you have finished that... You know where we go next. Your job is to be rid of them... To kill them... To kill those who disgrace our Code, and ensure every moment, they suffer..."
"But never forget, Lord Dragonan... Even now, you fight for your Master... For I will always be your Master. You will always be mine to command."
"I will... Master."
"Good... Now, before you depart on your mission, I want to hear it, one more time... Recite it to me... Recite The Sith Code."
"Yes... My Master."
The young man would take a deep breath, before he began to recite the Sith Code, as his hands began to move just slightly...
Through strength... I gain power.
Through power... I gain victory.
Through victory..."
At those words, the new christianed Sith Lord would activate his lightsaber, which had slowly been pointed toward his Master's front more and more as this went on. But as it would activate, the crimson blade would pierce through his Master's heart... The old man letting out a loud grunt, coughing up blood. His eyes widened, his pupils shrank as he stared at the Sith Lord in shock and horror... His apprentice, his servant...
As for Darth Dragonan? He would only smirk as he would finish his Code.
His Code.
"My chains... Are broken."
A chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head as he watched his Master... No, his former Master... Shrivel up and die, hitting the ground with a thud as he deactivated his lightsaber... And then he spoke those final words softly, but with a defiant and yet victorious glow...
"... The Force shall free me."
No. It was a vision.
It was the same one he'd had years ago. Except this time in more detail. And this time the face that appeared wasn't his own...
It was that of his brother.
"Damn..." He growled, as the Jedi Master would roll out of bed. He was hoping that reoccurring nightmare was gone now. But something had caught his attention, aside from the fact the face on the Sith had changed...
They had talked of Kashyyyk.
He needed a drink.
Aboard the Archaeon, the day had finally come. A cloaked figure would approach another, who had kneeled for them. "You have spent the last several years under my guidance, under my teachings... You have shed your weakness, your former name, your former identity... And you have finally become the Sith that you have been always meant to be. The hand of the dark side you were always meant to be... And now..."
The man with the older sounding voice would activate a lightsaber and hold it to the shoulder of the second, for a moment letting it burn their robes and into their flesh. The second man did not flinch, only closed his eyes and allowed the ceremony to be conducted as needed. Finally, he would release him.
"On this day, you will shed all before you... You have been cleansed through my blade... And you are now ready to assume the mantle that was always meant for you."
"Rise... Lord Dragonan."
The other cloaked figure would rise then, the newly christianed Sith Lord staring at his Master with an expression cold, icy... Heartless, free of emotion. He would pull off his hood then, to reveal dark red locks flowing down to his shoulders.
"You know what you must do, Lord Dragonan... Darth Dragonan...
You will be shipped off to Kashyyyk tomorrow, under the guise of one hoping to be redeemed. Once you are there... I trust you will be able to dispatch of as many of them as possible before making your exit. Once you have finished that... You know where we go next. Your job is to be rid of them... To kill them... To kill those who disgrace our Code, and ensure every moment, they suffer..."
"But never forget, Lord Dragonan... Even now, you fight for your Master... For I will always be your Master. You will always be mine to command."
"I will... Master."
"Good... Now, before you depart on your mission, I want to hear it, one more time... Recite it to me... Recite The Sith Code."
"Yes... My Master."
The young man would take a deep breath, before he began to recite the Sith Code, as his hands began to move just slightly...
"Peace... Is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion... I gain strength.
Through strength... I gain power.
Through power... I gain victory.
Through victory..."
At those words, the new christianed Sith Lord would activate his lightsaber, which had slowly been pointed toward his Master's front more and more as this went on. But as it would activate, the crimson blade would pierce through his Master's heart... The old man letting out a loud grunt, coughing up blood. His eyes widened, his pupils shrank as he stared at the Sith Lord in shock and horror... His apprentice, his servant...
As for Darth Dragonan? He would only smirk as he would finish his Code.
His Code.
"My chains... Are broken."
A chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head as he watched his Master... No, his former Master... Shrivel up and die, hitting the ground with a thud as he deactivated his lightsaber... And then he spoke those final words softly, but with a defiant and yet victorious glow...
"... The Force shall free me."
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The Maekrix
Josh would let out a loud gasp as he would sit up in bed. He and [member="Riamah"] had just finished another mission and were en-route back to Kashyyyk. Whether the two had shared a bed the night before or she'd taken the crew quarters had been up to Ra, but Josh wouldn't notice her even if she was there. His eyes were wide, his breath was shaky. He recalled the dream he'd just had...No. It was a vision.
It was the same one he'd had years ago. Except this time in more detail. And this time the face that appeared wasn't his own...
It was that of his brother.
"Damn..." He growled, as the Jedi Master would roll out of bed. He was hoping that reoccurring nightmare was gone now. But something had caught his attention, aside from the fact the face on the Sith had changed...
They had talked of Kashyyyk.
He needed a drink.