Private The Sith With No Name and A Fistful of Hellfire

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: The Dark Inquisitor
The Darkstar had been searching the galaxy on the holomap for the proper place to help hone his new Apprentice’s powers. When he came upon Yavin IV, a planet with a rich history and dark aura. It was a jungle world with temples, many of which were hidden and required a guide to find, a Wayfinder.

The Jungle was known to test the spirit of sentients much like the desert, unlike the dessrt where the hostiles were the sun and lack of sustience, the Jungle was full of perils, beasts that had earned their place in the food chain and did not welcome intruders.

The New Sith Master plotted a course in holomap, and the ship, a The Bat Out Of Hell that Anak called his own made the jump to lightspeed, now in the tunnel of white light trails of stars, The Master sought out his Apprentice, the former Kinhaes who had shed her namesake for No Name, fading into shadow. Other Masters would have insisted on a Darth mantel, not Darkstar, he had his own unique nature, a Son of Hell who had its powers contained in his Soul Saber which he had repaired after a certain Togruta had broken it.

The Infiltrator pierced the path through the stars with its elongated nose, until they cane out of Hyperspace over a great green and white planet. The ship descended into atmosphere and made a fly by over a great pyramid of onyx stone, where it landed at the threshold of the Jungle. The ramp lowered with steam, and descending was Anak in his royal red robes and cape, and his helm of Beskar with glowing green eyes:

He stood at the base of the ramp awaiting his Apprentice to arrive, crossing his gauntlet arms. He peered into foliage before them and heard the snap of twigs, and sound of creatures stirring in the thick greenery. They were aware of their presence, which meant other eyes probably had noticed them.

The Son of Hell heard the symphony of croaking, chirping, and crickets, the world was loud with the noise of life. He turned to look at the pyramid which having been cleared of vines and trees was probably one that The Jedi had purified, maybe even the legendary Luke Skywalker so many centuries ago. What Anak had his sights on was one of hidden temples, and the traps that would test his New Apprentice.

 

[The Dark Inquisitor]

Location: Yavin IV
Tag: Anak Darkstar

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Sitting in her starship, the Black Wolf, a metallic clawed hand guided the ship towards the forest covered planet. The stars and blackness of deep space leaving her behind as she soared down with speed to her Master. The almost mechanical breathing of the woman piloting the ship resounded through her ship, like a caged animal waiting to be let loose from its chain. The black robes adorned in steel like armour, a helmet covering her once innocent face, and a newly forged Lightsaber at her side, The Dark Inquisitor eventually found purchase on the planet below. Already, she could feel the Force in this planet, calling out to her like a simple minded prey begging to be devoured.

The black ship descended down to the jungle floor, the engines of the starship blowing the heavy branches of the forest around it. Already, the Force felt darker. More, fearful of a new presence. The ship's engines died down as the ramp opened. Stepping into the midday sun, was a woman, almost six foot in height and relatively thin, her body adorned in black robes and clothes, with Beskar and Sarrassian Iron armour covering her shoulders, arms, head and feet, with the dark void-like cloak around her waist giving her the image of a floating dark entity. Feeling the presence of many eyes and creatures on her, the woman took her new Lightsaber in hand, the bladed ignition section catching the light from the broiling sun. Her monstrous, mechanical breathing echoed throughout the wood and vines of this planet, teeming with life. It sickened her, yet enticed her like a warm meal.

Taking many steps away from her ship, the ramp closed, a sensor activating for any signs of intruders or natives. After a new minutes of travel, the Inquisitor felt it. A being with hostile intent. It not a finger moved, the arrow flying to the back of her head froze mid air. With a growl like a snarling predator, the Sith turned around to see a multitude of native like humanoids. Some from other planets, some Wookie in race, and some humans. Every one of them had a tribal look to them. Probably gone feral and started to live off the planet like savages.

Taking her weapon in hand, the Sith ignited its crimson and black blade, the brightest red along its edge, with a pitch black core at the heart of it. In an instant, the Wookie attacked first, club in hand. With a simple gesture, the Wookie went flying up twenty foot into a tree, a Human taking his place with a wooden sword like tool. The Sith gave a crackling sigh as she began to raise her arm, catching the primitive weapon with ease, before impaling him in the gut. With a blast out from the Force, the humans body flew into a tree, before crumpling. The rest of the natives began to rethink and thought of retreating, before The Dark Inquisitor raised her hands, extinguishing her Lightsaber in the process. All ten of the natives began to feel like they had been hung by an invisible rope. Each dangling meters off the ground, before being hurled away over the trees.

With a deep breath the Sith gave a horrific roar, as she screamed through the Force. The waves sent a mile out, catching the obelisk like temple her Master was waiting at. By now, a couple of the natives, throats bruised from the Force Choke preformed on them, landed to the stone ground with a thud and crack. The first victims of the new Sith were plain to see. Slain as their faces were contorted in terror. The woman in black stepped from the tree line, having belted her weapon, and began to climb the stairs. She would have instantly greeted her Master at the top, if not for a creeping native behind her, dagger in hand. With a simple raise of her arm, the person froze, before she turned around and let loose a hurricane of Red Force Lightning at him. His body fell, his screams dying with him.

Taking a breath, the Sith turned to her Master and gave a bow to him. "Master," her voice spoke, with a half robotic, half organic sounding tone to it. Her right arm and clawed hand went to her chest, as if giving a courteous bow to her Mentor of the Dark Side. "I hope I have not kept you long," The Sith gave a simple apology as if talking from one noble born to another, in stark contrast to her actions seconds ago.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: The Dark Inquisitor

The Lord of Hell stood and heard the screams of locals and bodies flying into the trees. The symphony of horror He knew was the work of His Apprentice, as he could feel Her presence approaching as she tore apart Yavin IV’s greeting party. One Ithorian approached Darkstar with a blade, a vibroaxe, and attempted to brandish it. Anak merely pointed his claw gauntlet and a green burst of ghastly plasma struck the noisy and nosey one who’s body melted into a skeleton.

The Harrower of Chaos turning to see His Apprentice, No Name, give a slight bow while addressing Him as Master. The Son of Hell was pleased to see The One he had helped awaken their true nature on Abaddon.

“Your timing as ever my Apprentice is impeccable.”

The Dark One was eyeing her new armor and weapon. His burning peridot green eyes flickering as he looked her over.

“I like the new armor, already you have struck fear in the hearts of the weak, as I see you have met the locals..”

He looked up to a tree where one was impaled on a branch and then back to No Name.

“This planet is teeming with the dark side.. its history is rich.. we seek a temple hidden in the jungle, there legend says a prized heirloom awaits.. The Darksaber. The unique weapon is said to be capable of uniting all Mandalorians, but its true nature lay hidden from the Jedi and Mandalorians.. only one strong in the dark side of the Force can unleash its true potential hence its namesake.. that is why Jedi Master Luke Skywalker hid it from the galaxy..”

The Great cape of Darkstar raised up by the wind and flapped, he then looked intently at No Name.

“I believe you are the one to unlock the power of the Darksaber.. and with it dip the galaxy in a eternal darkness.”

The Master saw in No Name a great fire, on Abaddon she was already “free of limits,” which made him wonder if she was The Promised Sith’ari that so many had been waiting for. Many who first discovered their dark power had a surge of Force energy that then ebbed to a normal range, however, Anak saw that since No Name had embraced her true nature, there had been no ebb, if anything her intensity in The Force grew, she burned brightly as a supernova of great power that was capable of engulfing the galaxy in a majestic death. The Master felt privileged to have an Apprentice of such power and potential, he felt less like traditonal masters, his aim was not to shape her in his image or burden her with teachings that would strifle her brilliant fire, rather he sought to augment, to help her unleash all that she had it in her to be.

The Lord of Chaos then began to ealk to threshold of the jungle which sang with the sounds of Nexu, Giant Insectiods, and more. Snapping his Soul Saber to life, the crossguard hilt sweeping as the peridot blade hummed.

“Into the jungle.. ‘All the jungle is yours, you can kill everything that you are strong enough to kill [1]..”

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[1] Rudyard Kipling, modern translation

 

[The Dark Inquisitor]

Location: Yavin IV
Tag: Anak Darkstar

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Standing before her master, the Dark Inquisitor listened intensely. After having slain many natives, the Force in her body still craved substance. Still hungered the life force of those taken by her hand. But, she had to discard those carnal desires and listen to what her and her master's goal was. The metallic claws along her fingers twitched slightly, her body and soul subconsciously driving her to take the lives of others. To make her stronger. She had briefly studied the teachings of Darth Nihilus, the Wound in the Force that had existed practically eons ago. The Sith who devoured planets and any lifeform that stood in his path. She knew the threats that came with using this form of power, the endless hunger that could rip apart a person. She had to keep it in check. To not let it completely take her whole. Instead, use it sparingly, to empower her with the strength needed to take on deadly threats. A Jedi Master could elicit that from her. That, or a monstrous creature. She had yet to fully take this power in her hands to the fullest extent. "Soon. Soon, I'll become strong enough to do what even Darth Nihilus started. Extinguish the Jedi once and for all," The Dark Inquisitor thought, her mind now focusing on her Master's words.

Their goal, was a temple. She was surprised this planet still had such structures still intact after so long. Not only that, but apparently their goal was a legendary weapon. The Darksaber. A Lightsaber unlike any other. Who knows if it was still at the temple, or not. Either way, this test would prove her devotion to her Master and the Dark Side. If she could acquire such a weapon. Even if it was just a Kyber Crystal like the Darksaber, then she would be able to truly bend even the strong willed Mandalorians and their empire. "It shall be ours, my Master," The Dark Inquisitor said, readying herself for the journey. If it was as powerful as he said, enough for Luke Skywalker, a legendary Jedi Master, to hide it away. Then, she will become devastating to all in her path.

Following her Master to the threshold of the forest, she focused her mind on the hundreds of beings around them. The animals, trees, and even the very wind itself around them teemed with life. Her soul hungered for their life force. Hungered for their deaths. Seeing Anak Darkstar ignite a strange green lightsaber like weapon, she took her own in her hand and let the black cored crimson edged blade cover her form in an almost dark crimson glow. Sensing something, she raised her hand and pulled from less than ten meters away from them both, a single native, holding a heavily damaged blaster pistol from the forest. An ambusher waiting for them to approach for a clear shot. The woman had her rag covered body dragged through the mud and thorned bushes, before being placed in a kneeling position before the Dark Inquisitor. The Sith glared at the woman from behind her black visor, a gaze of annoyance piercing the woman before them. "Who are you!" the woman spoke in a fairly coherent language. With her hand in a tightening grip, she lifted the woman up by her throat with the Force. With a voice as if spoken by tens of horrific entities of the dark side of the Force. "I am the Darkness in which all Life Dies," she spoke, her clawed hand raising her higher and higher before uttering the last words the native would hear. "All Life exists simply to sacrifice itself to me!" The Inquisitor pulled her down and impaled the native on her lightsaber. The crimson and black blade sent embers and flares of plasma from the hole now through her chest. The Life Force of the woman was suddenly ripped from her body, as the Inquisitor cast her aside, using her free hand to rip the energy from her now lifeless body.

The crimson blade still cast the corpse and Inquisitor in a red and dark glow. Turning her head to her Master, she gave a slight bow and offered her hand in a gesture for him to take the lead. "Lead on, Master. I will deal with any more... obstacles."

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: The Dark Inquisitor

The Dark Master listened to the musings of His apprentice. She had latched on to mantel of Nihilus, a Force Wound who was capable of consuming worlds. The ferocity and cruelty with which she dispatched an enemy sharpshooter made Anak’s eyes spark with those peridot flames. She was a Destroyer, soon The Galaxy would cry woe at her reveal and all would despair. The Master did not chide her, nor tell her to withhold this instatiable fury, to do so would be to stifle His Apprentice, and that was not The Sith Way, the Jedi maybe, not The Sith.

At the prospect of conquering The Mandalorians, Lord Darkstar almost gave a chuckle. It was ambitious, the only group outside The Jedi and The Vong that could challenge The Sith was The Mandalorians, and they did so without The Force or neautralizing its effects as The Vong did. Anak did not tell his Apprentice that a great Sith Sorceror with the Dark Side as their ally could fall to a Mando Horde with relentless fire power. That numbers and resolve could be counterbalance to the dark power, that even the infamous Lord Revan with all his strength was waylaid by the cannons of Darth Malak’s flagship. Lord Darkstar preferred for some lessons to be learned through experiance rather than lectures, and as they passed into the jungle, all about them green foliage that barred their view. The Son of Hell used his senses to lead, following a trail of Force bread crumbs, when a trap triggered, a great wall of wood with tusks and spikes flung, and Anak raised his peridot blade to cut it in hall as it passes around him, causing what looked like two waves of molten orange and sparks in middle to fall.

“Watch your step my Apprentice, it seems the path is laden with traps.”

He held his blade to his side and squinted, seeing among two trees great logs hoisted with rope dangling. The Master turned to No Name,

“Use your power, reach out, and see what lies ahead.”

He gripped his crossgurd hilt and threw it spinning the blade as great green disc of energy that cut at those logs making them fall as great wooden colossuses, they rolled on to another set of traps, which was a pot that half of the log now protruded out of. Lord Darkstar held his gauntlet hand out as his Soul Saber returned spinning, he halting it slowly to catch the handle and pulled it back into tail guard with one hand.

Anak then lead on, he sensed the traps when up in a tree was a covered blind, and a great barrel of E-Web Heavy Repeater that was poised to fire.

Anak dove as the stream of continuous red fire came down tearing throigh tree limbs, leaving molten trails that turned bladck, and felling one tree trunk, which timbered over. The Sith Master ducked behind the trunk which was pelted with the steam of red beam, as his burning eyes looked to No Name.

“Take him down my Apprenrice! I will draw his fire!”

The Sith Lord rose up and fired several bolts of emerald lightning from his finger tips, which hit the bottom of the blind, the Gunner set his sights on the Red Robed Master, moving constant red stream after him which tore through wood, rock, and even singed part of his long flowing cape which caught fire. Anak dove into a thicket, rolling his cape to put out the flame, he conjured another bolt to fire back to keep the Shooter fixed on him.

Lord Darkstar then remarked aloud,
“Do your thing my Apprentice.. destroy them!”

 

[The Dark Inquisitor]

Location: Yavin IV
Tag: Anak Darkstar

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After draining the hapless native before them, casting her body aside, the Dark Inquisitor followed her master through the border of the encompassing forest. With her weapon ready in hand, the Sith watched as a trap almost cut and impaled her master. His agility and lightsaber skills saved himself from that fate, as he alerted her to the presence of further potential traps and obstacles in their path. She knew that they could handle the threats, but took his advice on using the Force to feel for such threats.

Feeling through the Force, the young Sith could feel the forest start to darken at their arrival into its embrace. Anak's lightsaber throw cutting down and destroying multiple traps did impress her, since it was a technique she hardly used since it could make a Sith defenceless if not for the Force being a weapon. The Dark Inquisitor started to walk with her master before suddenly they came under immense blaster cannon fire covering the ground in red plasma projectiles. After taking cover out of its line of sight she looked to her master for orders. Even if she was a highly skilled combatant, she still had much to learn from her new mentor.

Upon hearing her master's order to take the obstacle down, himself running into its sights and sending scores of vibrant green force lightning at the gunner to get its attention. The blaster fire began to shift to her master as he moved through the brush. Taking a few steps, into the gunner's sights, the Dark Inquisitor began to channel the dark side in its fullest to destroy this annoyance. Taking an immense pull in the force, the Sith sent out a focused Force Push at the gunner, causing the platform the heavy blaster cannon and gunner were on, but that wasn't enough. As the blast was sent through to the gunner, the Inquisitor started to collect Force Lightning in her hands which started to expand quickly. It was tough to keep the orb of crimson lightning in her control, but with enough time, she used the void in the air made from her Force Push to fire the orb directly at the gunner like a Force Cannon. The Sith Seeker rocketed towards the gunner which ingulfed his body. The crimson lightning's unrelenting volatility quickly caused a blaze to swarm over the tree. The once vibrant green tree suddenly became a gigantic blazing torch. A large chunk of wood fell from the tree, crushing a group of combatants who were about to attack her from her side. Their yells of pain quickly silenced as the log chunk shook the ground.

With a single raised hand, she started to raise up fragments of the scorching tree and flung the fragments as shrapnel at a secondary heavy blaster gunner from a second tree that was about to shoot at her master. With a deep breath, The Dark Inquisitor let loose a Force Scream, echoing her fury through the forest for a second time since landing on the garden planet. The grass, bushes and branches flexed at the blast of Force energy released, almost bordering on a Force Repulse level of strength. With her foes defeated for a moment, she glanced at where her master was, letting the falling embers of the burning forest surround her. She was in that moment a burning figure of the Dark Side. An intimidating Sith of power. A Wound in the Force itself. With the destined future to devour the galaxy and bring all to ruin. The mechanical breathing of the Sith was slow, meticulous, and full of hatred for these foes believing them strong enough to stop them.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: The Dark Inquisitor

The Master watched as His Apprentice ravaged the enemy, using her powers to release destruction on them would become tales to terrorize the galaxy.

Anak had played Decoy, No Name The Destroyer, and the path ahead was cleared, trees smoldering, traps triggered, and bodies torn asunder. The Hell Spawn joined the side of His Apprentice and crosses his arms.

“Your capacity for destruction is a marvel my Apprentice. I imagine this is a glimpse of what you shall achieve on a galactic scale. Woe unto the many worlds that will be consumed in your Wound..”

The Master stepped past No Name, his long cape flowing, he was proud of Her, she had accomplished far and beyond what he had asked. He was beginning to wonder if he was not going go be a burdening restraint, a bridle to her great thirst for gore. He did not have designs to hold her back, he was letting her be as the Dark Destiny intended. Her command of this temporal realm was impressive, His was over the world beyond; the furnance that awaited the bad, the scum, and the villainy.

“Come my No Name friend, the relic awaits. I believe in your hands it will caste the galaxy in perpetual darkness.”

Darkstar lead the way till they came to what appeared to be a maze of foliage and vines, notbing could be seen at a glance. What lay beyond the canopy of greenery was a great labyrinth of living jungle that would lead the unworthy in circles till they perished. Ths Msster could sense it, in the distance of the grand maze onscured by vines and fog. The Jedi had done their work to hide it, the Shrine that needed to be disturbed. The Lord of Chaps could not see the path thrpugh the maze, but he did hear the shrieks of war beasts, and the clicking of a species that few of the younger generations of Sith had seen.

“The path ahead is clouded, The Jedi have attempted to obscure the clearest route. There is a.. strong vergence of.. well you can feel it can you not my Apprentice? That burning light, that blinding ray of Ashla that taints this place..”

The Master stood and squinted with his peridot green eyes, the fog was bright white, making it incredibly hard to see, as if mist with a great flood light of starship to make it all but impossible to see.

The Harrower of Hell took his Soul Saber hilt once more into his hand and snapped the ghastly green blade to life as he marched into the white cloud of blinding light, his voice called back to No Name,

“We will have to rely on our voices.. come my Apprentice. Into the breach of blindness.. here we shall use all other senses to do battle and make our way through The Maze.”