You Aren't Alone

[Marek S'hadar]

When he'd gotten the transmission the Jedi Master hadn't quite believed who it was, but stranger things had happened in life and the sender of the message was not what was important, it was the subject. [member="Alin Porko"] was a member of the One Sith, conscripted as a child, raised to use his hate and pain to gain power. Marek knew that story far to well, far, far to well. So of course he made sure the young Sith was allowed passage, of course only too a more remote section of the planet, they still had a defense to maintain and what happened here was entirely up to the young quarran.

Quietly the Jedi waited, not meditating like others, his mind was far too chaotic and to be frank he found it boring. Instead he simply stood, hood pulled up as he stood on the steps of one of the planet's many ancient temples, waiting for the one he wanted to give a second chance.

 

[Alin Proko]

@[member="Marek S'hadar"]

Alin Stepped off the loading ramp of his ship, pulling his large hood up to cover his tatoos. He had landed on the edge of a path leading to one of the many jedi temples around the planet he walked quickly, not zealous, but wanting to get this over with. Alin could now see Marek standing on the steps to the monastery. "Greetings, I assume you're the Mr. S'hadar I was sent to find?"

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"Correct. You're Alin?" Marek questioned, pulling back his hood to face @[member="Alin Proko"]. Marek covered in scars, ones that ran deep, ones that came from having armor being fused to your flesh, then having said armor removed, but the facial scarring was not from that dark chapter of life, not entirely, each gash held a story, and he was sure Alin had plenty of his own. "I was told you have a story I'd like to here?" He added, crossing his armored arms over each other and looking on the young man with sympathetic eyes. Marek knew about the hells Alin had been through, he'd been through them himself, and he knew they weren't easy to leave behind.

 

[Alin Proko]

"If you think you'll like it, you should be a sith!" Alin chuckled. "If you really want to know though, my story begins with a Hutt palace, where my father worked importing spices in a city just off the eastern side of the dune sea, that's where I was born. All I remember before my parents were killed and I was 'rescued' by my master is going to see my mother's family on Dac when we had the time and money. It was the only solace in the rough first six years of my life." Alin said, bowing his head. "My master trained me for years until he took me to Ryloth, where he said the notorious slaver who had killed my parents in a drunken fit was located, my lord told me that revenge would draw me closer to the dark side of the force. I've killed and cheated so many people, so whatever you're plan is, it might not work on me."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"I was cast out into the street days after birth, my twin and I separated. I was adopted by a twi'lek whore who is the only mother I'll ever know. When I was four, after the Jedi showed some interest in me a man showed up at our home and killed my mother with a lightsaber. Later, a Sith came and told me it was a Jedi, and offered me revenge. I trained under him until I was fourteen, then killed him when I discovered he had been that 'Jedi'. I then trained under two emperors, I slaughtered innocents in droves as I was sealed in the living tomb of Sith Stalker armor. I put down 'uprisings', actually food riots, with the end result being no survivors. I butchered everything in my path, driven out of sheer rage. Then one day my twin found me, him being a Jedi of course, and I was cloned. He showed me that Devin, my clon-brother and I were nothing more than tools, he gave us the strength to break free. In time I became what I am now, a Jedi Master, a husband, and a father. There is always hope kiddo." Marek stated, telling his tale of woe. Cale, the man who'd pulled him to the light had been brainwashed by his adopted parents, subconsciously being a sleeper agent of the Dark Lord, but that wasn't his brother, his brother was the one Marek would save. But first on the list was @[member="Alin Proko"].

"I know your pain Alin."

 

[Alin Proko]

"The sith lies echoed through my head day after day after day at the academy, and eventually, learned to accept my losses. But you, you've had it far worse than I do, so I don't see why you're interested in a man who you're associate met in a Tusken Raider camp." He said twiddling his thumbs and stands almost idly while he talked.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"Because you deserve a choice. And I'll give you one, plain and simple. Leave now and run back to those who will only use you as a means to an end, or come with me, and at least see what we have to offer before you make up your mind kid." Marek replied softly, Sith kids were tough kids, it was adapt or die under Sith Masters, and he knew Alin wouldn't drop everything without significant persuasion. He prayed he'd at least see what awaited him here.

@[member="Alin Proko"]

 

[Alin Proko]

"I'll come." Alin said with no hesitation and not reluctant to go back to his master. "I can't say I'm gonna hate the inside workings of the Silver Jedi Order" he said mounting the stairs towards the large doors. "Let's go." He said walking past @[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Alin wasn't gonna be easy to convince, but hell neither had he. Moving to a personal open top airspeeder, the Jedi Master hopped into the pilot's seat nonchalantly. For a man whose life resembled a Shakespearean tragedy, Marek seemed rather content, even happy, and the Jedi hoped that he could bestow the same gift on [member="Alin Proko"]. But first he needed to get in the fething speeder.

 

[Alin Proko]

Alin looked back, kinda embarrassed that he hadn't seen the speeder. He jumped down the stairs and swung into the speeder. "Where are you taking me?"

[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"Nowhere important." This, was a blatant and obvious lie, one he was telling quite intentionally. Ossus held little for the SJO, their capital was Voss, which had a rather secret location. Or something. The writer was kinda confused on that subject. Where he was taking him was to a simple field trip, where younglings were out exploring. It was a show of trust, he was letting [member="Alin Proko"] be near those most vunerable so he could see their light. If he tried to harm them, well then they'd have a problem, but something told him that wouldn't happen.

 

[Alin Proko]

"Nowhere, huh... never been nowhere before." Alin said sarcasticly. Alin looked out of the speeder towards the the skyline of ossus, where jedi monasteries rose around the forests and plains of the planet, and he knew he wasn't welcome here, not as a sith anyways. [member="Marek S'hadar"] had talked about his redemption like it was hard, and Alin knew it would be harder then his own, because unfusinf armour from ones skin doesn't sound very pleasant. Alin turned his focus to Marek and said "you know that there's a bounty on sith if you wanna kill me and make a few extra creds."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"You think Typhus would've let you live if I was just going to kill you? Not how he operates, if you were going to be killed, he would've done it." The Jedi Master chuckled, throttling down the speeder as the two arrived at their destination, a simple field, with a group of younglings and their supervisor. Instantly as Marek hopped out the children rushed to him, expecting a lesson in combat, but when they saw [member="Alin Proko"], and sensed him, they knew this was not about bettering their skills with a blade. One youngling, a young male Mon Calamari walked past Marek without a care and right up to the Sith. "Are you a Sith?" The boy asked curiously, not a hint of fear in his voice. The younglings weren't scared of Alin, they'd been scared of Marek, so he already had that going for him.

 

[Alin Proko]

"That youngling, he is from dac, no." He said to Marek S'hadar as they walked, completely ignoring the young Mon Calamari. "You're not gonna train me with the 7 year olds are you? I'm 19, im well old enough to train under a master!" He exclaimed, swinging his finger out towards the group of trainees sitting in a circle around and old man, presumably the master.