Star Wars RP!!!!

Regret had filled every corner of Damien's being. A memory flashed before his eyes....

A blue twi'lek wearing black robes and weilding a red staff lightsaber.

Then, rage filled him. Hatred. Pain. He glared at Evgrisa. His arms were hanging by his sides, electricity cracking at their fingertips.
"How dare you?" he said, his voice almost a whisper.

Ok, time to talk.

To Griffinkeeper- Yes, he is single-minded. He is an assassin, and a good one. He is almost a suicide assassin. As for the emotion, all the sith YOU have seen run by emotion. Anakin Skywalker ran off emotion and passion. Darth Vader was cold and efficient (Though Luke softned him up a bit). Jedi that first start down the darkside are like Anakin- passionate and a bit misguided. But Damien has been a sith for a very, very long time. Though most of it was spent frozen in carbonite. There is a detail I have failed to mention in the RP, and that is that there was an error with his freezing. Carbonite is supposed to freeze your body, as well as your consciousness. It is supposed to put you to sleep. Damien spent 1,500 years frozen in carbonite, and he was awake for all of it. That is a looooooong time to think. He was a bit crazy when he got out, and still is. Also, the sith don't run off emotion. The Darkside does. The Sith and the Darkside are not the same thing. The sith is an organization, a culture. The Darkside is a power.

To Fontroy- Just wanted to alert you to the situation. This RP is set 2,500 years BEFORE Anakin was born (I think, unless someone has changed it). Yoda is 800 years old when he dies. See the problem here? This is set BEFORE Yoda was even born. Unless there is two Yodas. Or, I could be wrong. Someone might have changed it and I didn't know. If that be the case, someone please say so.

Wow. I need to get a life....

Alanah Jenx:

Alan walked around the Jedi Temple he was told if he had potential he would be become a Jedi, but the jedi knew what was right, but he wondering what all this waiting was for his master should be avenged not forgotten about.

He was not a person to wait he needed to take action if they would not, but they forbidded him from leaving.

Evgrisa slowly turned. "I dared for the sake of making a point. In this pain, we are similar," She said.
Her entire frame was shaking, but not from fear. She did not fear death. She did not fear pain. Pain would bring her closer to death. And death would bring her closer to Him. Before she spoke again, she had to swallow."My fear lead to his death. I know nothing about her. I did not look."
When her body shuddered too violently to remain standing, she half-fell to the ground. For a long moment, she watched the small lightning bolts jump from finger to finger. "Do as you will. Just know what an electric shock would do to me now."

Damien stood and stared at her.

"Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the Darkside," he chanted, remembering how often his master had said it to him. He walked swifty towards her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he transferred a memory to her consciousness....

"What are you doing?" Damien said as the blue twi'lek walked out of the shadows, "Why are you wearing those robes?".
"I have seen the light, my love," she replied in a disturbingly happy voice. Damien looked at her with suspicision. He reached out with his senses, finding that her power in the force had doubled since he last saw her. His expression changed from suspicsion to horror as he examined her more thoroughly.
"What have you done?!" he asked her, terror in his voice.
"I have discovered the ultimate power, my love. With it, we can fufill our dreams. We don't need the jedi council anymore!" She said as she tried to embrace him. Instead, Damien pushed her away.
"Have you done what I think you have done?" he asked her in almost a whisper.
"With them, we can do whatever we want. Freedom! Absolute freedom! We won't have to hide from them anymore! We can be free!" she replied, almost pleading.
"I can't believe what I am hearing! This is treason, Adrai!"
"Don't you get it? We can be free! Join me, and we WILL be free!"
"NO! I WILL NOT DEFY THE JEDI ORDER!"
And with that, Adrai turned her back on him. She had become increasingly unstable through the fight.
"Adrai?" Damien said, worrying if he had upset her. Suddenly, she turned around. Eyes streaming with tears as she ignited a red lightsaber.
"If you're aren't with us, you are against us!" She said as she charged him.


Ahhh.....I love homages.....

Evgrisa blinked, "One turn deserves another." She touched his hand and let a memory of her own pass between them...

She got back onto her feet, ruffled up by her master's reprimand.
"Control your anger," Orith spat at her. She saw a couple blue droplet of blood fall from beneath his cloak.
"Then don't you touch my mind." Evgrisa said. Her shoulder throbbed from hitting the column.
"Just do what i say, and we wouldn't have these issues."
She stared at him for a moment, "Fine." Then she recited what he wanted,

"There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force."

"And the counterpremise?" he said.

"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, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."

"Good. I suggest you don't punch any of the Jedis while you get what I want. You have until midnight, then Liness starts losing limbs." Orith said. Evgrisa knew he was smiling.
"Yes, Master." those words burned in her throat. In the next room, she could feel the little girl sobbing in fear.
Orith tossed a bundle of clothes at her. In the middle of the clothes was a lightsaber; inoperable, but genuine.

"Get dressed, and remember the codes I gave you. And, Evgrisa...nothing about me. Do as I instructed you, otherwise you'll be caught, and that will have bad results for your friends."

Character profile:
Name: Cross Centa
Age: 24
Race: Zabrak
Home Planet: Iridonia
Affiliation: Sith
Class: Sith Master
Lightsaber color/description: Cyan, Cross Centa wields duel light sabers, which can be fused to create a double bladed lightsaber, the handle has an extra button to enable the saber to become a javalin and become longer in length for long throwing distances.
Description: He has black eyes, 5,9 in height, average muscular build, long white hair with black skin and cyan patterns on his face. He wears the standerd sith hooded robe.
Bio(short please): At birth Cross was born different to most children, the common Zabrack babies were born black with red skin embroidment and multiple horns found on their heads. Cross though became the first Zabrack to be born with cyan skin patterns instead of red, including white hair instead of the usual vast number of horns. It was soon found that the his mother was actually over powered raped by a human trader creating his human like features. He mastered the ways of the Force at a very young age and while growing up his hatred for lack of common sense and greed made his skills rapidly increase. Cross soon was pursued by Darth Sidious and became a Sith with the same goal of dead to the impure of the universe. Over time Cross created the saber style named "Tranquility of War" this is done by going into deep meditation in battle and counting on instinct and the force to guide his sight and saber acrebatics (which are increased to a great level)

Alright....be I'll try to be nice about it.

First- This RP's timeline is set waaaaaaaay before Darth Sidious was even alive. wOOt for the expanded universe.

Second- Iridorians (in other words, Zabraks) are not born with those designs on their faces. They are cultural tatoos. Darth Maul had those tatoos APPLIED when he joined the sith (and stopped using a tooth brush).

Other than that, your character is gooooooooooood. Welcome to the darkside, my child.

((I can't really do anything until these silly people land on Korriban. the only update I can give is that Ashana tracked them down, plotted their course, and is waiting for them on Korriban.))((Oh yeah, welcome to Madhatter66!))

(To entertain Elfy, I've decided to speed things up a smidge. Yes, Elfcat, if you look in your guestbook, you'll see I have dubbed you "Elfy")

Evgrisa looked steadily into yellow eyes, "I wanted to stay with the Jedi. That was the hardest decision I have ever made...to go back to the Sith willingly. I went back to the underworld by my own choice...just so I could help those doomed to die anyway..." His face blurred, and she was suddenly lightheaded, drifting...darkness closed in on her...

She was back in the hall again. Against one wall was a full-length mirror, a classic Kyul had obtained by some sort of illegal means. Evgrisa looked into it, but all she saw was a black silohette ringed with a soft blue light. Puzzled, she backed away from it.
"It reflects only what you are," said a voice behind her. She jumped and turned to face him. But she was slow...so slow by comparison to his soft walk, to time in general.
"Kyul..." her voice was so soft that she was amazed he could hear her.
He smiled, the scar on his cheek caved in with his dimple. His scraggly mud-brown hair was exactly as she remembered it: restless and defying order. The clothes he wore were light brown, but not tan. His blue-white eyes gleamed. But the smile faded.
"You are lost. To whom do you align yourself? To the mysterious dark shadow or to the soft glow of the light? Who are you? In order to survive your test, you must decide. Are you Evgrisa, the transparent oil that serves the dark machines, even as they grind against you until you wear and must be replenished? Or Eve, the friendly, chatting person that so many cannot so much as think of without smiling, but requires greater payment for her favors? Or...Evinggale? The woman I loved, the healer, who put emotion and pain on the line and discarded all rational thought?"
Tears came down her face. Kyul. All ways the speaker of wisdom. "What test?" she said.
His image disappeared, but his voice filtered to her, "The test that the Others will put you through. Damien will be the least of your problems until the deceased pass their judgement. Who are you?"
She was all of them. Without one, the others could not exist. She reached for the light, but she had a long shadow behind her.
She said after his voice, "I am Evinggale Evgrisa Eve Karsun."

It was then she realized she'd spoken aloud, and that she wasn't on the ship anymore.

((Oh, and Greeting to Madhatter!! I'm looking forward to some new Sith blood! Going to post your introductory scene pretty soon? ))

(Gee, there sure is a lot of Sith. Master Starweaver seems a little outnumbered)

The freighter moved quickly towards the wreck. The wreckage was already dispersing, spinning around in space. Soon, inspectors would be here to report on the wreck and take what they could salvage.

Assuming, of course, that he didn't get it first. The pilot slowed down and manuvered into the wreck. He looked and saw the first catch of the day. He turned on the tractor beam and the plasteel container came towards the ship. The computer automatically computed the path. He located several other containers. One of them looked like it had been partially melted, then again the heat from such a blast would surely damage even the most vigilant of containers, even one made of plasteel. Everything looked regular to the Captain. Four crates, it was time to leave.

And not a second too soon, ships began to show up on the scope. The pilot selected his course, Korriban would be convienent.

A minute later, he punched in the coordinates and went to hyperspace. Now the real work would begin.

He entered the cargo bay and took a look at the four plasteel containers. He smiled and opened the first one.

"Wow." The pilot looked in awe. These computers had only just come on the market, he was lucky that the ship was carrying them. He quickly opened up the second container. This time, it was a lot of dark clothes, someone's wardrobe. It wouldn't be as valuable as the computer, but he could probably pawn it on Korriban and get a good deal. He hoped the third one would be better.

The third box contained a very menacing looking droid, possibly a scout droid. This was unusual cargo indeed. There were also some other scouting equipment, some very sophisticated and new. He might keep some of it for himself.

That left the fourth box. This was the one with the nasty mark. He gasped as he opened it. There was a man in it!

For a long time, the pilot did nothing. The man was very odd. He was wearing a brown cloak and his body was at odd angles. His arms and legs appeared broken, no dislocated! Ultimately, there was only one thing he could do. He grabbed the man and pulled him out of the plasteel container.

Who are you? The pilot wondered. The man let out a moan.
"This will hurt," The pilot said as he relocated the mans joints. The man screamed, but did nothing to stop the pilot. The pilot picked him up.
"You need to lie down," the pilot said. He carried the man to a spare berth and placed him there. He finished securing the man down, when a noise alerted him that it was a minute before he came out of hyperspace. He turned to go, but a metallic cylinder caught his eye. He took it off the mans belt and looked at it. What was this? He pressed a button and a light shot out of it. He turned it off quickly and left it with the man. A moment later, the ship descended to the spaceport at Korriban.

Damien stared at her through the transparisteel of her cell. He had put her in the luxury cell, the one used for senators and other people who could be used for ransoms. The look of it was more inline with mental assylums than a prison; Three white walls, white floor, white ceiling- Even white bedding.
She had passed out on the ship enroute to Korriban, but murmured in her sleep the entire way. Since he knew she was strong in the force, he had listened intently to her sleep-talking. From it he had managed to get the words "Kyul" and her full name, Evinggale Evgrisa Eve Karsun.
He turned on the microphone on the side of the cell and sat back down in the chair that had been placed infront of the transparisteel.
"Karsun? Is that your sur name? If so, then you must have either changed it, which is likely, or you have a spouse, which is equally likely. Which is it?" He asked in his most gentle and civil voice.

Ashana had been waiting for them in the hangar when they arrived. She was disguised as a mechanic repairing a droid in the corner. She watched as Darth Eclipse left his ship, towing a "hover gurney" that carried a red-haired girl, who was apparently unconcious. Without stopping to think, she left her droid and went up to Darth Eclipse.

"My Lord," Ashana said with a respectful bow. "Does your ship need repair? Should I summon a healer for the girl?"

"You may run a service check on the ship if you like, but do not bother with a healer."

"Are you certain, My Lord?" Ashana said, doing her best to look worried as she placed a hand on the unconcious girl's sleeve. "She does look terribly ill."

"Get out of it, woman," Darth Eclipse hissed as he used to force to throw Ashana painfully against the side of the ship. "What happens to the girl is my business."

Ashana winced in pain as she watched the sith leave with his prisoner. She knew that comming right up to a Sith Lord and starting a conversation was a stupid thing to do, but at least she had managed to plant the listenenig device on the girl.

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After listening to the transmissions from the device she had palnted, Ashana left Eclipse to his own devices and went to find a secluded spot to check in with the Council. She ducked into a store room and activated her comlink. ((Yes, I too have recieved some lecturing from Neo about my illiteracy. In fact I'm getting one now about how the sith would know I was there. Sue me.)) "Master Landu, are you there?" she whispered.

"Yes, Ashana. What has hapened?"

"The Sith has landed on Korriban. He brought someone with him, one Evinggale Evgrisa Eve Karsun."

Evgrisa took a moment to look around her cell, "Probably the nicest I've been in. Very clean."
Then she adressed his question, "Both, actually. I couldn't remember my sur name to start with, so I changed it. Then I married and it changed again."
Suddenly, someone appeared standing next to Damien. He was torn and mangled beyond recognition, but she recognized his sash. Jerrik. Long dead, torn to peices by a stray beast used in the arenas. He spoke in her mind, "When you yelled at me, what was it you wanted to say?"
She wanted to communicate to his mind, the way he had to her. But she couldn't feel him...was he truly there at all? So, she thought it, looking back to when she was so young...Thank you, Jerrik, for teaching so much.
He disappeared, smiling.
Was she insane? Then she realized, no. Maybe she was hallucinating, but she was still sane.