The Legacy of Korriban (Open)

[Darth Abyss]

-Set the mood-


Saleucami

Darth Abyss always had been someone to not pass up on an opportunity when it was presented to him, and most certainly not on one that was as promising as this. Korriban, the ancient homeworld of the sith had been the theater for a massacre with high civil casualties, and for once it hadn't been committed by a sith, but a jedi that had been a member of the order of the silver jedi. Sure they had already issued an official statement to keep the damages contained, but he wouldn't be who he was if he couldn't turn their words against them in one way or another. Even if not, there was still unrest brooding under the surface, and those who believed that only a single person was responsible still surely felt unsafe after what had happened. There wouldn't be moment as perfect as this, to bring the children of Korriban into Silver Jedi space, to clinging them into the population and let them rest there until the time was right.

Saleucami wasn't the obvious target, and to Abyss that was a good thing. Sure he had no conflict with the silver jedi, who where at least somewhat tolerant to the worship of the darkside, but they where also known for being quicker to act and react than their brother in the Alliance. Voss would have been the bigger triumph, but also the greater challenge, one that the children weren't ready for yet. After all patience was key to his plans, and rushed maneuvers only would step him back instead of advancing his sphere of influence.
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He and his men stood on one of the many heavily crowded squares of the planets capital, all shrouded in thick, black robes that masked their faces. Abyss himself had decided to take of the hood of his robe, revealing his mask to anyone around, as it was the symbol he had chosen for his children. The children of Korriban. The men, that before proclaiming loyalty to Abyss had been intelligence officers of the One Sith, were only a small part of the group that landed in a total of 3 civil shuttles on the planet this evening. The sun was slowly reaching the horizon, spending slightly red light over the hooded figures. The rest of his group were heavily brainwashed homeless men and woman that he ripped out of the slums of Nar Shaddaa, and by now they were the most loyal and fanatic believers in the darkness.

Only Abyss and those high up in the command structure had been allowed to bring weapons with them. This wasn't a challenge to open conflict, this was, at least officially, a religion spreading their word to those who had not yet heard it. The homeless had been instructed to give out leaflets to those passing by, or if possible get them to into a discussion where they could talk about "how the darkness cured them of their addiction and sickness." Still Abyss had taken up another security measure to make sure that the jedi simply could not interfere forcefully, besides the simple fact that all those they would kill most certainly would die as martyrs for the Children after the silver jedi had already been responsible for the death of most of korribans population. Besides him stood [member="Faith Highwind"], for once allowed to wear her jedi cloths. Even after he had brainwashed her, she still had an aura of peace and calmness around her, and under the surface of her broken mind was still a true jedi. It was rather unlikely that the silver jedi would attack civilians and a fellow jedi. The force had decided that fate was once again on the side of the sith.


[member="Phar'ra"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Phar'ra remained in the group around [member="Darth Abyss"] , letting his gaze travel along the broken city Abyss had taken them to. So this was the destruction a Jedi could bring? He shuddered to think what the Sith could do when they wanted. And of course, [member="Faith Highwind"] . The Jedi were useless, and she more than others. A healer, used only to trick the public from Abyss's true goal. It was the only reason that the Kaleesh didn't strike her down at any chance he got. For now, however, he simply followed, waiting for his orders.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"People of Saleucami..."

Abyss voice boomed over the square, amplified by the force so even more of those gathered there could hear his lies and fall for them in their blindness.

"The silver jedi have betrayed you. Days ago, bombs rained over our homes, over our brothers and sister in Korriban City. They took away families and friends in cold blood, because they feared those who saw the truth in the darkness. But the children of Korriban will not kneel in front of them, we will not bow our believes so the jedi can spread their lies. I, the prophet of darkness, came here today to show you the truth."

The irony was not lost on him. He, Darth Abyss, the ascended, the last knight of the one sith, talking about the horrors of a civil massacre. It only had been his farsightedness that he made sure that he wasn't associated with the fires on Kuat, Metellos and Csillia, and could stand here and blame the jedi for their wrongdoings.

"We are not tyrants, no rulers, not even leaders. We are just simple men and woman who want to live in peace, who want the right to practice our believes without interference by the jedi. Men and woman that want to give back to you, to all of you that had to suffer under your false rulers and tyrants."

Abyss made a pause, simply for the dramatic effect. He didn't needed the force to influence minds, words were more than enough to him. After all, most people were idiots, unable to decipher the lies told to them if they were presented the right way.

"To assure you that my words are more than empty shells, I direct you to [member="Phar'ra"], A dedicated brother and High Priest. Those of you that want to learn more about us should follow him to our ships. Those in dire need medical attention, or those burned by hunger and thirst should join up with [member="Faith Highwind"], a dedicated sister of our course and skilled healer and priestess."

The shuttles they came to the planet with had been redesigned, now outfitted with everything needed for the procedure Abyss and his men had created. He would stay and overlook the crowd, while his apprentice had the task to do what he did on Nar Shaddaa. It was challenge for the kalessh, and once more failure was not an option. As his master always tended to say "success or death."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Aboard the ship the Kaleesh stood at the head of an empty white room with organized chairs and a single viewing screen plastered against the wall. Just like before, there were guards at every exit, expect they weren't armed. Or, at least, they weren't visibly armed. The guards played the part of helpers, assisting the weak and broken to their chairs, helping direct the others to where they would reside during this presentation. Whats more, for each they assisted, and they made sure to assist all, a shot was administered. A discrete injection made to keep them complacent. But each was indeed armed, simple holdout blasters of course, and very well trained on how to use it. Once the ritual began, no one would be allowed to leave, or enter.

Once all were sitting Phar'ra made his way to the front of the stage, placing a single hand atop his heart and bowing his head. He did not speak, as his accent was thick and often hard to understand, but instead reached out with his mind. A simple illusion, made to make those within the room think he was talking when all he was doing was projecting his thoughts. A trick, and a good one.

Welcome, brothers and sisters. What I will be showing you will change your lives forever. Together, we are all equal. All equal in darkness. In the dark, man, woman, fat and skinny, tall and small, none matter. In the darkness, none of these traits can be seen. But, together, we survive. In the darkness we band together and survive. After the bombing and darkness consumed many, they did not give up. They pressed forward and lived. Some are here now, they understand this. Understand the brotherhood. Sisterhood.

We are all brothers and sisters in Darkness.

Once finished, the Kaleesh stepped back from the stage and let the 'movie' begin. Just like on Nar Shadda flashes of carefully selected images filled the screen, each made to distort the mind. And as always, the mask of Abyss himself was in the background, a constant note of focus. Some were confused, some even scared. But the initial speech of Phar'ra had two purposes. To get people comfortable, and to worm his way into their heads. With every word his presence burrowed deeper, and by the time he was finished he was there.

Just as his master had done, the chant began, forcing many right off the bat into submission. Again and again the signature phrase of the Children of Korriban was pressed into their minds, and so far everything was going according to plan.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss was far away from his apprentice, but his eyes rested everywhere, constantly informing him of the doings of the Kaleesh. According to the guards, [member="Phar'ra"] had shown a influx in his skill, and had reprogrammed those who followed him with relative ease. Good, it seemed like the man was slowly becoming strong enough for his future plans, powerful enough to take on beings stronger and less broken than those they had reformed into the children until now. While his apprentice was doing what was asked of him, Abyss himself had another task to complete, one that would allow their cult to live in, not only in minds but financially. He inherited some wealth, and he made a respectable amount of credits his own when the one sith broke into pieces, but a keeping a galaxy wide cult controlled and functional far exceeded the resources he already had.

The drunken Twilek wasn't like the most that showed interest in the children. Normally only the helpless and aimless had the desire to join a religion, but every once in a while the wealthy and rich came to them, in hopes of giving there worthless lives another, higher purpose. The children would accept them with open arms, like any other cult. While he gave to the poor, to the degree that would make the depended on the children, he would take from the rich. He would take everything from the rich.

"I .. I don't know man. My wife is not gonna like it ..."

Abyss was shaking his head, pretending to feel pity with the man. His mind was slowly, subtly forcing its way into his mind, giving him the feeling like all that would happen now was his own decision. The sith extended his hand, grabbing that of the twilek.

"Sometimes lives needs us to make a decision, brother. The galaxy does not stop just because we are filled with worries, fear and sorrow. We can not wait that fate makes the decision for us, we have to form our own fate. Join us in the darkness, Find purpose, brotherhood and safety in our ranks. Leave behind who you once was, and become a child of korriban."

The man began to nod, bowing his head in front of Abyss. Slowly he dropped his briefcase on the ground, presenting it to the sith. A hooded figure appeared from Abyss side, taking the briefcase and returning in the background.

"Now brother. I have something to ask of you. I assume you have a home here, and friends you love? A families you want to protect? Do you not want them to become a child of korriban like you are now?"

The man, now already entranced by the dark side that surrounded Darth Abyss. He followed the words with an open mouth, tears forming in his eyes. The second he gave up his live, he opened the walls that guarded his mind, allowing Abyss to enter it. It wasn't as long lasting and effective as brainwashing, but it was only the first step. He would send the man to Phar'ra, to make him completely submissive, while he would "prepare" the mans home for his friends and family. He hoped that all of them had roughly the same level of wealth.

[member="Faith Highwind"]