Recent content by Raksis

(OOC: This is perfect!) Raksis saw it first before it happened- but he let it happen. He was sick...too sick to think properly. He grasped at the dual kyber crystals around his neck and clamped them together in his hands while he choked. Madness aloud him to focus while being choked out, he...

"Take me home...Take me to be freed- I WANT OUT OF THIS WRETCHED MIND...The mind of nothing and everything trapped by the blue saber of a Jedi savior- DAMN THEM ALL. I want him dead- I WANT BERAND DEAD- FREE me...now- I need the keys to re open my mind- it is closed!" Raksis plead with Wiley...

(OOC NOTE: I'm double posting to keep this alive, if that's alright.) "Think...Wiley, think...You must know death...you need to die inside...like me...Die. Inside. Not out. In..." Raksis began pacing again, anger and darkness emanating from his presence. The two kyber crystals attached to his...

Raksis snarled again and coughed as he regained himself once more from Wiley's abuse. He crawled back up on his mangled feet and gave Wiley a dark glare. "I AM NO....SITH. You damn animal..." Raksis scoffed and coughed again, blood dripping from his bottom lip. "And your pride...Your pride will...

Pain shot through the tail and into Raksis like a needle flowing through a blood vein after Wiley cut off his stinger. Raksis couldn't scream, as pain was expected during the process of Unmaking. Pain was subjective and temporary- Raksis couldn't dwindle on such feeling as it would deter him...

Tomes...Tomes of what? Tomes of Evolution...Tomes of Progress...Tomes of Survival...Tomes of Godhood... Young Shadow, prepare yourself for your rebirth. For you have died and are now awaiting Salvation. Raksis growled and ripped at his mind...His mind...Thrashing and tearing...his mind. He...

The so called "Half-Sith", as the Stranger liked to tease, groaned at the thought of light and it's touch. He had been in the dark for so long now. For months he had wondered the sewage of Taris for food and sustenance, then his captor dragged him into the corner of a brig compartment where the...

After the Sith watched captain fall limply to the floor, he sighed and tightened his fists. Artorigas was such a pain and this merc was one, too. Luckily, they were both irrelevant to his Vision and could be wiped away with ease given the opportunity. "I wonder, did you enjoy watching the...

(Mobile) Raksis sighed with disappointment. He couldn’t use any fear tactics against droids, but at least they still had a slight panic before Raksis severed them in two. He dropped silently, behind the group, and began cutting at the back of their necks as he did the other guards. After he...

"Good, good...Now he'll be considered a coward if he doesn't meet your demands. Use that against him, too." Raksis said into his com while he was choking another loyalist. He kept him struggling just enough for the pirate to breathe to make interrogation easier. "Now, tell me...Who is your...

The Sith drew his vibro blades and swiftly jabbed one at the back of Shane’s neck, inches from making contact. He held the blade as a threat and chuckled to himself while doing so. “No, you won’t be telling anyone of what happens here.” Raksis said in sudden seriousness. He sheathed his weapons...

Raksis lurked above Shane in the trees overhead. He could drop down on the mercenary, whether walk with him or to kill him, but Raksis enjoyed staying out of the mud. After hearing his comment, the Dathomarian…well, remained silent. There was no need to talk to someone who was literally beneath...

Raksis was no prisoner on the Stranger’s ship. The Derelict was no cage- only his current physique stopped him from carrying out his Vision. Darth Bane kept showing him replays of specific Sith dying in different ways. Answering questions. Explaining further what it meant to only have two. Why...

Kill him. Kill him. Rip. Rip apart to eat. Eat and feast. Feast on the kill. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Poke and prod- L o s t. The same vision whirled around through his head while he gnawed at the unsuspecting victim who had been wandering the sewers. They...

There were whispers of something dark beyond the symbol Raksis could see. Something that beckoned to him as Bane did- something old. Something dead. Something…else. Raksis thought about his Vision and what it really meant to him. It was his lively hood. He lived to see the beginning of an era...