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Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:27 pm by Tircee Xazanis

The Holocron

*Tercee yawned and pushed back the record he had been working on for past 6 hours. It was so easy to get absorbed with work, one record after another, there was always another text to be translated, another mention of a curious Sith spell, and before you knew it you would stay up all night and go to bed when other academy members were getting up and ready for their daily routine; choires, practices, studies and all-out plotting and scheming of personal choice.

The ayrou stood up and stretched his stiff joints, snapping each of them backwards and forward in a practiced move. When he was younger other children dubbed him a freak for being double-limbed, but once he'd started using the uncanny (dis)ability to his advantage nobody seemed overly keen to bring it up. After all, it's unwise to provoke somebody who could slam you straight in the face without having to pivot and actually face you.

The lecturer picked up the datapad and placed it back on the shelf where he had found it, tapping it softly as if it were a pet. His routine made him somewhat resistant to sleep deprivation, but no amount of practice ever seemed to deal with ravenous hunger, a constant companion in his pursuit for knowledge. Pivoting elegantly on balls of his feet, the towering avian padded off towards the exit. He would have to show up for class in less than an hour and he didn't intend to go through two hours of it without a full belly to carry him through.

Bile that always seemed to veil up after realizing that his students didn't give a mynock for ancient runes was always tempered by a hearty meal.*

To be continued here.

Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:01 pm by Darth Nexus

*The archives were rarely frequented in these times; most sith were the practical sort, seeking to dominate the battle field with brute force and primitive tactics. Even though there were a number of sith in the Academy, none had ventured to the archives; none seemed to find the trip worth taking.

It was understandable; after all, the archives were deep within the bowels of the sith academy. The dark side had an eerie presence here, one that was ancient and malicious; one that could only be created through thousands of years of brutality and treachery. It was a place that could send chills down the spines of the most seasoned dark siders.

None of this bothered the Dark Lord of Chaos; he respected the dark forces of the planet, yet he was the ruling body here. They were subject to his control, and he would not let a spooky room deter him from his rightful place as the Dark Lord of the Sith. His aura was a far cry from the one which settled over the archived; while the archives were ancient and chillingly malicious, Nexus' was a frenzy of emotion, a maelstrom of darkness; Nexus was chaos.

As Chaos entered the archives, he looked upon the array of information before him; secrets from thousands of years lay here, at his finger tips. The archives had been presumably destroyed on multiple occasion, yet with the power of the Dark Tide behind him, Nexus had rebuilt the collection of scrolls, holodisks and holocrons from previous dark lords of the sith.*

*The room was empty, there was no one but him here; the emptiness caused each foot step to echo off of the stone walls. Nexus roamed the shelves of the archives, looking at multiple scrolls and data chips. He would stop on occasion, pulling a scroll from the shelf; he would examine the scroll and either replace it on the shelf, or take it. He did this for several minutes, until he had managed to fill his arms with scrolls and other objects. He made his way to the center of the room, setting it all out before him.*

*The Dark Lord of Chaos was on a mission; a mission where he needed the help of his ancestors and predecessors. The Dark Lord wanted to unlock the path to immortality. He had already taken several steps towards it, allowing the force to guide his spirit at the time of his death to another vessel. The spirit transference was never something that Nexus could explain; it was a fluke, a gift from the force or some god of sorts. He was no longer a man, but a spirit in the body of another. He was a wraith, a spirit of wrath, which acted on the world.

Though he was powerful in this aspect, he wanted to harness this power; he wanted to be more than a wandering spirit. He sought the sith teachings to master travelling from body to body, to prolong his life through out the ages. He wanted to be a god, an icon. He wanted to be the spirit of chaos; much like the one that had latched itself to his soul. So Nexus poured over information, searching for clues and vague references for survival.*

Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:15 am by Darth Nexus

'The river of souls is one that can rarely be traversed by the living, however if you master its currents, death itself will be unable to stop you' - Manuscript of Lord Adimar, Sith Lord circa 5830 BBY

*Nexus had traversed the river; it was meant to guide him to Chaos. The horrible maelstrom where those who sought infinite power in life would be subjugated in death. That was the fate that Nexus was doomed to; one that he refused to see come to pass.

He looked over many tomes and data files; some were from famed sith, others were from sith that no one knew of. It was in these sith that Nexus found the most valuable of data; these were the caches that were rarely explored, and they were rich in untapped potential. Lord Adimar was one of the few sith who seemed to understand the concept behind spirit transference; though he himself had never mastered the spell, he knew how it functioned. Nexus knew the river of which he spoke; it was obviously a metaphor, but reality was not far from it.

Souls, they all traveled some where after the death of their body; they all started on the same path before splitting to their destined resting place. This common path was what Adimar was speaking about. To understand it was key to immortality.*

'The soul is a tricky thing; even so, some put too much faith in its integrity. A soul, much like a vessel, can easily be corrupted. It is this corruption which will cause it to rebel against natural order, and remain in the realm of the living. How ever, no soul can remain here forever, even after corruption, a soul will fade without a vessel. Finding a vessel is key.' - Lord Corrupt circa 1300 BBY

*Corruption of the soul...how to do it...that was the trick. Corruption was a tricky thing, and when handling something as precious as the soul, it had to be done perfectly. Too much corruption could lead to insanity or death, however, too little corruption would make the attempt futile. Nexus' soul was already partly corrupted, latched with the spirit of chaos, yet he knew that was not enough. He needed to learn how to corrupt it even more.*

'Contrary to what some may think, a true sith is not corrupt by nature; quite the contrary. A true sith is pure in his essence. Do not mistake purity for a good thing, purity is merely a reference to the dedication to the sith ideal. A corrupt sith is not a true sith at all; they die early, seeking things such as wealth and power. There are, how ever, cases where a sith has corrupted himself in order to further the sith ideologies; one such example was Darth Nihilus, who corrupted his connection to the force to a point where he needed to feed on force users in order to survive...It is said that in his corruption, Nihilus had cheated death. Whether or not this is true, however, has yet to be seen.'
-Extract from an unknown sith academy head master's log circa 1000 BBY

*So Nihilus was the key...Nexus too had heard of this Dark Lord's insatiable hunger. It made him powerful, yet at the same time it made him incredibly weak. Nexus wanted to solidify his strength; he would find out what the key to Nihilus' cheating of death was. And so the Dark Lord continued his search, having refined it to a certain field.*

Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:18 am by Darth Nexus

*Deeper down the rabbit hole.

Nexus fell deeper into the embrace of darkness; the promise of immortality could do that to a man. It would make him ignore all logic; he would deny the warning signs. Darkness had wrapped its tendrils around the icy heart of the Dark Lord. Darkness engulfed him.

Though Nexus was never a good man, he always managed to maintain some level of personal honor and integrity. Though he was a lord of war, he never savored in the pain of another; he was never sadistic. History should have been enough of a lesson for him; all sith who walked this path ended it in the same way. They all became crazed; deluded by the fantasy of god like power. It was always their downfall.

But Nexus had vowed not to become like the rest. He was level headed, and experienced; at least that was what he thought, at the start.

He had studied the ancient scrolls for ages; he would always come into the archives in the morning, then leave in the hours where the moon was high in the sky. The lust for knowledge had taken hold of him. He was closer to immortality, and on the path he had picked up a few tricks. One of his personal favorites was the deadly power known as the spear of midnight black.*

*Nexus was practicing with his new skill; he harnessed the darkest emotions within his body, bending them to his will. He focused on the hatred, he focused on the pain; he allowed it to corrupt him. He allowed the hatred to grip him momentarily; he allowed it to flood his mind, to give him the urge to cause pain, to cause death. Blood lust; it was the key to many powers of the Dark Side.

Nexus focused, drawing back his left arm. He focused on the energy, allowing it to gather in his hand, forming an invisible spear. His fingers gripped around the shaft of hatred, then thrusted forward, releasing the spear of darkside energy towards a near by book shelf filled with tax records. The shelves exploded.

Nexus was becoming stronger; he would need to be for the future. He could hear the whisper of the spirit of chaos; it was constantly trying to overwhelm him. To the spirit, Nexus was a vessel, a body to be taken over. Nexus refused to become a pawn, he would make the spirit HIS pawn. Recently the whispering was less intense, as if the spirit had respected the strength that was growing within Nexus.

Or maybe the vessel had become to tainted with the dark side.*

Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:38 pm by Darth Rebellious

Some time after being tortured by Nexus.

*The Kiffar had been roaming the halls of the academy for sometime before actually making his way to the archives. With a natural hunger for knowledge that many young Sith had, Darth Rebellious naturally found the archives of any academy or temple to be his favorite place. His hunger for knowledge was probably his greatest asset, the thing that drove him and that which would more than likely allow him to reach his full potential.

The archives of the Sith academy held a vast quantity of knowledge that ranged from accounts of historical events and biographies to instruction manuals and ancient documents. However, the Sith Lord had come looking for something more specific. Although he was well versed in Sith history and the philosophy of the Sith, according to his former master at least, he wanted to delve deeper into the history of the order. He wanted to read about the Sith of the past and hoped to find new direction from them. He had simply been a pawn for most of his life, following the direction of his master. Now masterless, he needed to form his own thoughts on the direction of the Sith and what it really meant to be one.*

Mon Mar 12, 2012 12:43 am by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase

*The Archive's vault like doors swung open with enough force that their combined bulk sheared the hinges from the fine stonework that cradled them. The sound of the two - meter thick - doors flinging through rows of data-slates, crumbling manuscripts and ancient statues filled the cathedral like space with the first real noise it had ever heard in it's long existence. A cloaked figure stepped in from the dark corridor as a wash of chilled air blow past him into the Archives.*

*Jud walked through the threshold and into the Archives as the dust still settled around him. In either one of his gripping talon like hands he held a Nightsister by the throat, his fingers dripping with gore as he led each by their windpipes. Their vacant stares and lank bodies lent to further Jud's disturbing appearance. His hood had been pulled down during the consequent fighting to get here, his long peppered grey hair fluttered out slightly before him as he continued in. His breath was coming in ragged bursts, the exertions for him to get here had taxed the Old Sith. His face showed no sign of it though as he scanned the Archives with little interest for his winded body, or the destruction that he just caused to the library which he had been a caretaker. Jud's single eye burned brightly as he scanned the Archives, he was on the hunt, and he now was in the heart of it all, exactly where he was supposed to be.*

"Sylvis!" *Jud roared, finally letting the two corpses go from his hands - in order to cup them to his mouth and scream again.* "Sylvis!"*Jud lowered his hands and only slightly acknowledged the sticky sweet blood on them and the two sisters at his feet before he continued into the chamber.*

*Jud had taken only three more steps when a voice came to him from further in.*

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't disappoint...How many have you killed?"*Came the voice in an amused manner, as Jud's eye continued to adjust to the dimly lit rows of shelving.*

"Obviously not enough... I still hear a voice." *Jud said in a clipped tone as he hastened his pace, igniting his sabers again to add to his sight. The sound of a chuckle came from the same direction he was going.*

"The answer is eighteen, though I don't know if I should count the landing party..." *There was a tisk tisk sound from the darkness*. "That was a messy start, but your hatred for the sisters." *Jud felt a palatable shimmer of glee through him which mirrored the speakers tone.* "You did very well with them. Yes indeed, you are The Debase. Such style, such grace."

*Jud bit his tongue not to retort to this voice. He knew the game being played, this man was trying to confuse him, get him off tract. But Sylvis was here and nothing short of his own death would stop Jud in his search for her*. "Where is she!"

*There was a slight pause and as Jud was about to demand the same question again, six sabers ignited to reveal a large circular area that had been freed of any shelving and cleared for a makeshift multi-tiered throne. The six crimson guards stood on the edges of the circle, in the center - in a fetal position was the shivering form of Sylvis Amara - beyond her, up the steps of his throne sat a cloaked figure who lazily tapped his saber hilt to one of the arms of his throne.*

*With Sylvis in sight Jud erupted into motion, loosing a battle cry that echoed off the walls with deafening fury. Jud allowed his rage to fuel his advance as the seated figure made a motion with his saber hand and the guards fell in to engage Jud. They ran to meet Jud, igniting the second blades on their long hilted double bladed sabers. Jud didn't care as he vaulted into the first two guards, using a single saber for each of them. Their sharp, overpowered moves were no match for Jud's quick and arabesque saber work. Though he was out numbered, he clearly wasn't out matched as Jud made quick work of each guard in quick succession, dancing around them in a lite-footed displace of restrained fury and grace. With the guards dispatched Jud turned his attentions to the cloaked figure on the throne before him, as he walked to his shivering daughter.*

"Syl...Sylvis, can you hear me?" *Jud asked tenderly as he unclasped his cloak and draped it over her bruised and basically naked body. Sylvis didn't answer, she continued to shiver and mumble under her breath as the heavy cloak was placed over her. Jud made a face of both anger and loss as he got to his feet again and stared at the figure who still sat idolly in his throne. Jud's jaw clenched and his hands did as well as he started towards the steps.*

"Yes, yes... Such anger, such delicious hate for me." *The voice came across to Jud as the figure rose to his feet, igniting his crimson saber and pointing it at Jud as he climbed the stairs.* "Now, bow to your Emperor."

"I'm going to have you beg for your life, you impudent Fug!" *Jud roared as he cleared the remaining stairs and locked sabers with the Emperor for a brief second before he was tossed like a cork from the top of the steps, falling hard onto the tiled floor of the Archives.*

"Oh no, no no no, this attitude won't do." *Said the Emperor as he walked slowly down the steps towards Jud - who was still picking himself off the floor*. "Bow to your Emperor, Jud'dayus..."

"I bow to no one." *Jud said as he righted himself up, feeling the tell tale signs of broken ribs as he straightened up.* "Especially to a corpse." *Jud finished as he snapped his fingers together and gave a satisfied smirk as he watched the figure burst into flames.* "Bow to m-" *But Jud's smile diminished as the cloaked Figure of the Emperor shook off the flames as if they were loose clothing, making a motion with is own hand has he continued towards Jud*.

*The pain that gripped Jud's body was beyond anything he had felt in centuries, and though he tried not to scream he found that he was. Jud was screaming in absolute agony as the blood in his veins started to seep from his pours. His vision blurred from the pain and the blood didn't help either as it started to pool from his orifices.*

"Oh no, don't blackout on me now - old friend - I haven't told you what I really think." *Came the Emperor's voice in the sick tone of someone that really didn't want him to pass out from the pain*. "You're weak Old Man... You've allowed yourself to become WEAK!" *The Emperor emphasized every syllable which translated to a punctuation in pain for Jud*. "When I learned that you still breathed I was taken back by nostalgia. Thinking that you were the great Jud'dayus, the Debased!" *The Emperor pulled Jud to him through the Force, so that the two were face to hooded face.* "But look at you. LOOK! A simpering, sentimental Old Man!" *The Emperor sighed as he tossed Jud away like he meant nothing*. "Your other weakling child... the boy, put up a pointless fight as well. How touching." *Jud grimaced in pain and sorrow as he understood what the Emperor had just said. Gywren was dead and Jud was a toy that had outlasted it's usefulness at the moment. The Emperor turned away from Jud and to Sylvis on the ground.* "You harbor such feelings for..." *The Emperor stopped, but Jud could feel the seething bitterness behind the hooded face*. "For, this weakling. That you've become weak yourself." *The Emperor lifted a hand and Sylvis shrieked as she was pulled up from the floor and stretched as if she were on a rack*.

"No.. Not Syl." *Jud said as he laid on his side, bleeding profusely from everywhere. He couldn't stand, he couldn't fight. For the first time terror gripped his heart as he knew what would come next. He willed his body to get up, to somehow intervene, but his muscles protested and stung as he clawed at the tiled floor towards the Emperor*. "No. you. can't..."

"It's for your own good." *The Emperor said in the measured tone of a mentor*. "You said that to me a long time ago... and you were right. I didn't believe it then, but you were right. You were always right." *There was a measure of respect again in the Emperor's voice*. "...and that is why I need the Debase back. I need your Council for what I have planned."

*Before Jud could reply the Emperor had reignited his crimson saber and leveled it at Sylvis' heart. There was little if any consciousness left in the woman, her body battered and bruised from days of captivity. Jud didn't know if she was even aware of the situation, he didn't even know if he was truly aware of the situation. The Emperor talked to him like they had already met...but how? As Jud thought he felt his body being picked up off the floor and swiveled to face Sylvis and the Emperor's blade.*

"Sylvis?" *Jud murmured as he made eye contact with her*.

*She couldn't speak all she could do was mouth* "I'm sorry..." *Before the Emperor brought his saber back and thrust it into her chest. Jud's eyes widened in disbelief at the murder of his daughter, he fought and jerked to rid himself of the Emperor's touch, but it was futile. He wanted to cry but couldn't, the tears wouldn't come*. "You fugging rodder, you fugging rodder." *Was all Jud could manage as he hung his head in shame and anger. The multitude of feelings that were running through him made him sick to his stomach. Sylvis' body collapsed to the floor before it quickly disappeared - becoming one with the Force.*

*A hand was softly placed on Jud's head*. "Now you're free. Your chains have been broken." *The voice of the Emperor said softly, with the tenderness of a Father.* "Take up your rightful position of Grand Kissai... it has always been yours, you just needed to see that your path had become blocked, blocked by those weaker than you." *The Emperor released Jud from his immobilization hold and lowered the Venerable Sith to the ground in front of him.*

"Will you Take up the Kissai role under me, Jud'dayus?"

*Jud sucked in a lung full of air and steadied himself on one knee, his head still lowered to the Emperor*.

"I will do as you wish...my Lord."*Jud said somberly. He had been beaten, bested and ruined. There was nothing left for him outside of the darkness of the Archives. He had always believed in fate, in destiny... the Emperor had just proven both*. " I am your humble adviser and warrior."*Jud finished as he raised his head*.

"Good, good..." *The Emperor purred as he ascended to his throne once more*. "You will accompany me to the gathering in the Imperial Palace." *The Emperor sat and as he did several Imperial serfs came out from behind Jud.* "Until then these Loyal servants will clean you up. I want you looking presentable to your new learners..."

"As you command..."*Jud said as he was helped to his feet and taken from the Archives*.

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