Aiming Vengeance: Sayga Almeda Joins Ledo

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Little escapes the busy gaze that sweeps the teaming light of dark. What is not scouted is heard or felt. With such purpose of history, stock is taken from those meant for loss. Yet this one can no longer be ignored. Years upon years, these eyes have stalked the grounds of the Bogan and Jedi alike; and even those who claim their own away from their roots. Feeling such a hatred for those of his past, this creature of broken trust thinks of nothing else than enacting absolution! And he will have it.

Days have gone by since the recruiting of one so weak as to die by his first challenge, to confront a single Jedi only to be cut down almost immediately. This failure had succeeded in one thing, however. The surviving Jedi had been shown the darkness of his heart, and was being followed still.

Ledo, Pseudon and Father of the Animus, had followed this Jedi hypocrite only to discover a much more worthy power of significance. In total concealment in every sense of Mastery and diminished diligence, the Fallanassi Master looked upon his newest conquest. He had heard of this wronged soul, but as he looked upon him - found a greater curiosity in him on sight. Ledo's personal revenge often took the reigns of his focus, yet his insatiable appetite for greater numbers of even greater outcomes in vengeful malevolence wet with crimson justice always corrected his actions towards desire!

A forked path split before him... Perhaps not. Ledo moved in for a closer look, another scene already unfolding with his future conquest. Ledo would have him! And even have greed's satisfaction, with a guiding hand. Time would tell. And, for now, Ledo would let it weave its tale for him...

 

[Gio]

Sayga walked into the rain filled city of Dartmoor, Corescant. His hotel room was little more than abandoned at this point. All of his necessities gone. Sayga stepped out from the cloth overhang, embracing the rain and thunder and lightning. He lifted his head up, embracing the pain of memories past, represented in this torrent of weather. His mind was only filled with one thought, vengance. And with a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, a being to his left would give him the oppourtunity. To his right, in a pure white hooded robe, stood a stoic Jedi. One by the rank of Knight at least, as portrayed by his robe color and design. The rain and thunder roared, creating an eclyptic scene. Only Sayga's face turned, his body still facing north of the Jedi. They shared a long stare, and embrace of power.

"You've left the Order, Sayga. You stray towards the Dark Side. We had no choice..."

As the Jedi withdrew his lightsaber and the roaring blue blade erupted from the hilt, another crack of thunder roared across the sky. The street, only brightened by orange flourescent street lights, revealed Sayga's darkned expression. He finally found the one man brave, or stupid,, enough to face him, and as such Sayga tosssed his head back, thanking whatever God that had foresaken him so many times before. He scoffed, eyes closed, still appreciating the horribly powerful rainful which embraced his face. In an instant, he grabbed his lightsaber, activated it, and brought it to his right hand. His brown robes and the Jedi's white robes swayed in the wind. The weather predicted the night, treachorous and powerful.

The Jedi, no longer wishing to wait, charged forward, with one precise slice towards Sayga's torso. sayga immediately parried, returning in back of the Jedi. Eagerly, he slashed at the white robes,, burning a peice as the jedi dodged forward. spinning on hiis heels to meet a cynically smiling sayga, the Knight attempted to throw a nearby boulder at him. Sayga, however, deflected it with one hand, tossing it into the nearby hotel, making a peice of the building collapse. The Jedi frantically began throwing object after object as Saya slowly approached him. Eventually, he was backed into a wall. Fear grasped the Knight, but he kept his composure, turning his lightsaber back on. The raindrops sizzled and dissipated with contact.

Sayga was finally close enough to the Jedi to strike. The Jedi blocked his first horizontal strike, but was left open to sayga's vertical chop. The angle at which he cut, lopped off the Jedis left hand and entire right arm. and before the Jedi could even scream in pain, Sayga holstered his blade and lifted the Jedi in the air with his Telekinesis. The Jedi, breathing heavily from fatigue looked over Sayga. No damage. No fatigue. This Force User was not ordinary.

"GO SAYGA! FINISH ME! THE ORDER WILL FIND YOU!"

Sayga's evil grin turned into a face of terror to the Jedi, who shuttered at his presence. Sayga spoke in a brash tone, reminiscent of Satan himself.

"Let them find me Jedi! They will all meet your fate! I...WILL HAVE...MY...REVENGE!"

Sayga proceeded to choke the Jedi with Force Choke. The Jedi fought to release the grip, but he was no match for Sayga. Eventually, his body went limp, and the life faded from him. Sayga let go and the body hit the ground with a thud. The rain washed away the blood on the ground and the lightning, revealed one more figure standing behind Sayga...

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Down through lightning's contact striking the metal mantel hole covering, dark silhouette's image outlined before it. His head tossed back the black material of covering hood and as the light dissipated from the sky's shock, Ledo's face was revealed. Just as his image would be seen and the cloak of his concealment let reveal, so did Ledo release his bubbling darkness into range of notice; a tangible odor of black tainted evil, as pungent as his very own desire of revenge. Countless had fallen, and countless more would add the blood's staining marks. Revenge led the way. Death was the only outcome.

"To be shed of your inhibitions... Death gives truth." It was clear that this moment was a symbol of this one's victory over the lies of the past, a breaking free of the shell of confinement giving way to the knew knowledge and awareness that purpose brings. And Ledo had seen it first hand to know full well what transpired before him.

Ledo's straw-bearded chin was raised in overconfidence and superiority, his own spiteful hatred had dozen's more years to brew than that of this 'child' before him. Yet still, ever such promise to do his work for him. Ledo had but to pluck it for the ripe fruit that it was and guide it into his own gaping appetite. His thoughts echoed out like the murmurs of some watching nearby who had begun to hear of such a character terrorizing local streets, like the rolling clouds of discourse rumbling with the storm's power, and evil inception's beginnings without conscience.

The words were not thoughts or sentences, but accepted knowledge of what has been and what is before him... LEDO.

 

[Gio]

A ark essence enveloped the street, bringing on a sense of chaos and stability, all in one entrance. The thunder rolled more ferocious then ever, revealing a balded man with a flowing beard. His presence alone shocked Sayga to his core and left him craving for the embrace even further. With the tension in the air ever climbing, Sayga walked, the force pushing droplets of water away from him, so it would seem he was in a cloak of intangible power. He did this sub-conciously of course. Fear no longer gripping him, Sayga stepped to meet the man face to face.

Sayga's cold, dead, red, glowing eyes intercepted the man's before him. In his, Sayga could see power, bloodlust, and a range of capabalities far beyond his current state of representation. Sayga's own eyes reflected a life of betrayal and lies. One of such sadness and discourse, that any normal man would have ended it years ago But Sayga was no ordinary man. he was a being who would transcend above the limitations of the common Bogan or Jedi. He was immortal. Glorified even in his personal death. his physical one however, had yet to come.

Still concentrated on the raw power and omniscience of the being before him, Sayga spoke, in a calmed, dead tone.

"What do you know of death old one? You breath before me tonight. You, you don't know what it is to die internally. what power, what inhibition can I gain in my current state? What of the undead do you find apppealing?"

Sayga's red eyes grew blood colored and filled with mirth as the moonlight and raindrops elevated his very presence. This man, to his knowledge, knew nothing. but the power which emenated from his being, told a miraculously diffrent tale. One of sorrow...pain...and revenge...

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"What do you know of power?" Ledo's brow lowered, black soot and steam encircling the vortex irises inside. He had taken offense, a success in itself for any so quickly to stir enjoying curiosity to churning dissatisfaction. "...To hold your own life to promise of death!"

Ledo's experience knew beyond what ruffled feathers would disperse, to reveal any other wild boar. Unmoving, Ledo 's wise years would work through his power; as his very reach stretched beyond the living, to control all that dies at his whim. Even the rain about Ledo's influence would claim dominance over this rambunctious youth, as little went beyond this Father's notice. Each water droplet splashed away from the shielding efforts of the one before Ledo, yet Ledo's own power slowed their descent before them and with the aid of his focusing power - harnessed each tiny orb into a condensed pin of piercing sting. This boy's display would be made example of for their future relationship, as Ledo saw it. Dozens of drilling pins of recycling water in a ludicrous velocity of compacted orbit allowed a density of immense strength, as a wall of life endangered tickle of death that slowly penetrated Sayga's invisible armor at Ledo's controlling discipline.

Slowly the pain would begin, reaching his skin through any clothing as Ledo's will was law; and so this one would learn his first lesson under Ledo. It had already begun.

 

[Gio]

Sayga's eyes buldged as the sheer energy of the water which surrounded him peirced his defenses. This man...was much more than he expected. The needles, numbering in the hundreds, condensed and sharpened. The chaos of the man's eyes filled Sayga with fear, but Sayga was merely a shell of a man. The pin's, each witha peircing power reminiscnet to katana, dug deep into Sayga's skin. He buckled and fell to his knees. But this was merely physical pain. Something Sayga had transcended when he lost his humanity. The sharp needles littered his body, blood jumping up into the dark thunderous night. No tears fell down his face. Only blood which came from his sliced forehead. Each needle landed in his torso. none lethal, but all painful. Sayga's face dropped. His demeanor had changed as he began to understand.

"You can only physically harm me...Father."

Sayga couldn't quite grasp what brought him to call the man father, but he deemed it appropriate. sayga staggered and winced as he did so, but stood on his feet, needles still litered in his body. He once again looked the man eye to eye, reflecting his truly dead internal workings.

"This...this is what happens when an unstoppable force like you, comes into contact with an immovable object like me. You won't kill me, because I am to be used to your advantage. And I cannot fight you beacuse, not only would you physically kill, taking away my chances at revenge, but because you...you can give me a purpose."

Sayga bowed his head, in admiration of the man before him.

"I want the Jedi and the Bogan to suffer for what they've done to me! For how they've wronged me! And you, you can help me, as long as I serve you..."

Sayga once again fell to his knees and bowed his head in admiration of this new man.

"...loyally. Which...which i can do. It...will give me a new purpose..."

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

As the loyal child fell to his knees, Ledo released the water to pour and dribble out of Sayga's skin; to melt away with the red of his blood, yet just as his wounds closed at Ledo's command to drain at those around them. It was often that this Father found those already willing to serve his hate, but few proved so deserving upon discovery. Ledo already knew that meeting this one had brought an end to many of Ledo's enemies!

"And so I shall..." The dark scratches in his voice seemed sinister enough, but the added cracks and snaps of thunder and lightning ominously gave way to storm's calling. Its destiny was to be harnessed and unleashed...

"Now!" Any and all onlookers in their vicinity fell from exaustion, collapsing as Ledo lifted his hands for Sayga's rise to his call. Ledo would have them move to a quieter location to begin advancement.

Waiting for his newest pupil to join him, Ledo would lead away from the scene and towards the looming tower in the distance. Over the buildings and in the highlighting of the storm, a singular tower of historical importance and abandonment stood. It did not matter how many visited the sight, paling in comparison to the newer structures; yet Ledo felt it absent of presence for their night of aiming vengeance.

Reaching the top exposed area but for four structural pillars and a ceiling, the entire stone floor was stained wet. Ledo's tattered cloak had seen its days, charred and cut with every manner of violence sewn into its memory, as it scuffed along the soaking wetness of their training ground; bent knee straightening out of the steps carved into a hole in the corner of its flooring, as his boot squeaked with pressure of mushing liquid. Stepping forward, to allow his student access to the very same level, Ledo reached the opposite corner and looked out over the height of their view; leaving only sound of the pitter-patter of droplet's impact. Ledo knew Sayga's pledging challenge still yet stayed in the city below them, and so would make him ready to join his ranks and send out yet another of the hundreds who have called him Father. Ledo expected this one would last, and so would wait no longer. Feeling the readiness of his pupil, Ledo would teach his most important tenet: "Know this! ...that whatever you do and wherever you go, you will kill those before you..." Ledo paused, knowing full well the obvious remark may loosen Sayga's guard just as the very thought may instill a sort of freedom away from Ledo's reach. NEVER. "...OR I WILL KILL YOU!!!"

Ledo spun around with a ferocity, the altered crimson of his lightsaber extending with unnatural ease as it cut a diagonal down from left to right in Ledo's right hand. His physical being would encroach upon Sayga's no matter the location upon the small square platform of but six or seven feet, as their night-long duel would commence!