Creation

[Ush]

Korriban.
Weeks before the fall of the Alliance.​

The beat of the hammer had long since driven Ryloss' hand numb. But he kept the beat steady and strong. This weapon needed to be finished.
Right now, the blade was a little shorter than the template blade he had been working off. It's owner had been taller than him, so the blade was longer, but Ryloss liked to have the length advantage on his opponents. He'd often been called foolish because of this, using Ataru and Jar'Kai, but most of the people that had scorned him were dead. He was still here, though. Albeit, luck played the largest factor in that, but still.
"<By fire and water...>"
He lifted the blade with the tongs off of the forge and placed it into the small pool of water. It was so hot about half the puddle evaporated.
"<I create you, a weapon to be a bane to my enemies and a symbol to my allies.>"
He lifted the now silver blade from the water, placing it back on the forge he had come to Korriban for in the first place.
"<I name thee 'Won Nwûl', because that is my goal.">"
The old Sith ritual was branded into his brain. He just had to keep repeating those lines in Ancient Sith. He placed the double sided blade on the forge, but not in it. Taking what looked like a metal pen, he placed it on the very top of the blade and began to draw the symbols. They were lines and words in old Sith. But Ryloss added one thing to show it was a weapon of light, and not dark. He took a green lightsaber crystal and ran it over the sharpest part of the sword. It left a green stain down it. This would ensure that no infection would inhabit a cut done by the sword. It wasn't a killing tool. It was a helping tool.

Ryloss looked down at the finished blade and lifted it. It was exactly five-foot long, handle sixteen inches and the blades making up the rest. Ancient Sith symbols and words were inscribed across the green-tinted blade.
It was beautiful. Ryloss traced his finger across the sharp points, not even feeling the cut it made.
This was a weapon fit for a king.
Ryloss stood up slowly, smiling to himself. Then he slowly realized the force Hibernation he had been using so that he could work continuously for days on end. The world spun and he had to sit down on the dusty floor, head aching. He reached for the bottle of wine he had been keeping for this and pured half of it down his throat in one go. Then he devoured the Bantha-meat he had brought with him, raw. But he was still hungry.
Rising again, the Zeltron lifted his blade. His.
The knowledge that he himself had made this filled him with a giddy, delighted feeling.
The Zeltron headed to the mouth of the ravine and sank to his knees, waiting. Minutes passed before he heard rumbling. A huge, armored creature began to move across the plain. A Terentatek. It sensed his presence just as he sensed his. The thing's huge, tusked head turned to Ryloss. Their eyes met. Ryloss liked to think a level of understanding was reached between them. They needed each other for food.

They fought for hours on end. Ryloss was covered in blood, both the creature's and his. He had trained for this, but he was exhausted. He had used all his power, all his skill, and it still wasn't enough.
Suddenly, it covered him with it's jaws. Ryloss was encovered in the thing's mouth. So he did the natural thing. He placed the sword vertically between it's tongue and the roof of it's mouth. When it tried to bite him, the sword went through the roof of it's mouth. A scream blasted him and his sword out of the jaws. He was sent spinning along one of the tusks, just barely missing the huge, four-fingered claw that tried to swipe him. Ryloss' sword went rolling off to the side and the beast charged him again. Instead of trying to recover it, he charged it straight back. Jumping, he landed on it's head. It tried to hit him, and he rolled away. The Terentatek screamed as it blinded itself. Dropping slightly, Ryloss blasted into it's bleeding mouth with Force Lightning. With a cry, the beast fell back. Ryloss summoned his sword with the force, brought it back, and stabbed it through the neck with the 'lower' blade.
He then fell onto his back, in a pool of the thing's blood.

(That turned out to be longer than I thought it would <.<)

 

[AaronW]

"Keep up, Sister."

The wind lashed at his face, taunting him. It felt as if the wind dared him to run faster. Harder. The Zallek knew better than this. Distance meant endurance and patience. He wouldn't gain anything by sprinting all of his energy away. Sayari on the other hand, would have rather sprinted through this entire training exercise if given the choice, just to be done with it. Zallek knew this and made sure to make it the focal point of their conversations whenever they trained together. He couldn't fathom why she thought it useful to sprint for short distances as opposed to running longer distances. They had had the same argument over and over on the same subject for the better half of seven years now. Yet, he still thought he could beat his training philosophies into her brain if given enough time.

Sayari made no effort to respond. She was annoyed by all means, but right now her attention was poured into keeping the pace and not falling any further behind. She wasn't really sure why her older brother had made the comment, if for no other reason than to spite her. She was merely three feet or so behind him, but was keeping with his pace. Yes, her breathing was much heavier than his but she should at least have gotten some recognition. Then she remembered that they still had five kilometers to go before they could dare come back to the academy. All part of the training, she thought to herself in a very sarcastic manner. Unknowingly, she had projected her thoughts outwardly via telepathy and the sarcasm littered the telepathic message, which Zallek was quick to pick up on.

"You've really got to learn better control over your telepathy skills, Sister."

His face turned and the most sly grin was painted there. Great. He heard me. He'll add another two kilometers on top of this as punishment. She sighed heavily, a large deposit of air escaping her lungs as she continued to keep pace with her brother's jog. A red-tinted fog came into her mind and she heard the echo of her brother's voice, as if in her head. I'll make it five if you don't stop complaining.

Sayari merely rolled her eyes as she pushed herself in an attempt to close the distance between them. If she was going to be tormented by him the rest of this run, she might as well be up beside him in case she get the urge to push him down. A few more moments passed by and Sayari began to take in her surroundings as the jogged across the barren plains of Korriban outside of the temple grounds. There was not much for the eye to behold aside from rock formations and canyons in the distance. Dust and dirt made up the plains, decorated by the occasional brush-tree or some other such vegetation. A dull landscape of pale reds and browns. Thus, one could understand her surprise at the sight she came to behold. A ways of, perhaps half a kilometer or so the young female zabrak could see a very large Terentatek. The natural armor and size of the beast was something magnificent to behold even at this distance. It's erratic movements caught Sayari's attention, causing her to stop mid-jog. Zallek took a moment before noticing that his sister was no longer beside him and then turned his head to call out. He too caught a glimpse of the beast and stood in awe for a moment. Not as educated on the natural biology of the planet, he posed his question knowing full well she would be able to tell him. "What is this beast?"

A moment more of silence before Sayari turned to answer her brother. "A Terentatek. They thrive in areas that are strong in the dark side of the Force. They eat Force users. History has dubbed them Jedi Killers, as Sith used to employ them in various battles. The Jedi used to hunt them down as well and - "

"- Okay, that's enough information Sayari." She had gone overboard, as usual and he was already bored. Ready to move on, he was about to turn before he noticed the beast scream in agony and witnessed what he swore to be lightning as the source of the monster's pain. "Did you see that?" There was no need for words, the female zabrak had indeed witnessed the lightning as well and immediately they both assumed that it must be a fellow Sith out there, battling the monster for gods knew what reason. Zallek and Sayari both rushed off in a near sprint toward the site of the creature, Zallek had called both of his blades to his hands as a precaution. Sayari had merely thought to run but had not called her weapon to her. By the time they had arrived at the scene, the beast had fallen into a pool of it's own blood, but it was not alone and what they saw accompanying the massive beast surprised them.

 

[Ush]

Ryloss' didn't fall unconscious, his legs had simply given out under him. But as he lay in the pool of the creature, he saw a vision of something long since past.

Ryloss danced away from the blade, swinging his own to meet it. As he did so, he moved his other and stabbed into the opening. The hip moved away and he felt something crack against his skull. Stunned, the Zeltron backed away.
“Pay attention!”
He felt the blade hit him across the head again. The training sabers stung, but they didn’t cut. Ryloss was still covered with bruises, though.
“You chose to learn this form, Narexsus! You can learn it the right way!”
Ryloss chose to charge again, scoring a light hit on the old knight’s arm as he did so.
“Better! Faster!”
The knight stepped it up. Even against a single blade, Ryloss was growing tired.
“You have trained in Ataru, correct? Use it!”
The next blow knocked the right hand saber clean from his hand. Immediately Ryloss flipped away and landed in a crouch. He lept into the knight’s blade, using his own to shield him. The pair of them went flying, Ryloss landing on his feet and the knight rolling to a crouch similar to the one Ryloss had just attacked him from. This was impossible. Despite the fact the human had to be over sixty, he was still faster and stronger than Ryloss.
“Have you figured it out yet, boy?”
Ryloss didn’t answer. The pair danced around each other, blades making light connections. Then the knight kicked Ryloss’ blade hilt so hard the weapon went spinning. The knight caught it. Ryloss was against a well-trained knight wielding two sabers while he himself was unarmed. When the knight brought them in at a swing on the same side, Ryloss punched him hard in the face.
It was hard to tell who was more stunned. Ryloss had to pry his mouth closed while the old Jedi went stumbling. For a deadly few seconds the Knight rubbed his jaw. When he turned around, he looked furious.
“Why have you not recovered your blade!? I gave you a chance to kill me twice over!”
Ryloss tried to stutter a response.
“I- I-“
“’I’ DOES NOT CUT IT!”
Ryloss didn’t know how the man moved so fast. One second, he was about ten feet away looking angry. Then he was way, way too close and smashing the training sabers against Ryloss’ body. Some animal instinct told Ryloss what to do. He reached out with the force and located the first saber he had lost. Jumping straight into the air, the Zeltron dragged the blade towards him and came straight down on the Knight.
They both went down painfully. Ryloss got up first and he went to bring his saber down on the Knight. But he couldn’t. The blade rested just inches above the man’s throat. The knight looked up at him.
“Don’t have the stomach for it?”
Ryloss knew it was a training saber. He knew it wouldn’t kill him. But if he cut here, would he stop out there, with his very painful and very real lightsabers?
“No, m-master. I-I’m sorry. I c-can’t.”
Their eyes met. The Knight nodded.
“’Tis for the best. But don’t get into any fights with a foe that you cannot stun, or incapacitate, yes?”
“Of course, master.”
“Good.”
The knight handed Ryloss his saber and threw his own aside. He reached out his hand and summoned a longer hilt. Both sides spread out.
“Now, I’m going to use a lightsaber not many Jedi can. If you ever run into one who does, spar with them. Many Sith use it.”
And the pair sparred again.


Ryloss had forgotten that memory, or so he had thought. The Master that trained him had died long ago, but his lessons in Jar'Kai and otherwise had saved Ryloss' life on many occasions.
He sensed another presence nearby. Two, infact. He could tell they were Sith.
He could not fight them. Well, he could, but he would die. He rose from the blood, his body previously hidden behind the beast's corpse. He was covered in dark red blood, almost completely. But his sword was still beautiful in his hand, devoid of blood. He looked at the two. Both of them were Zabraks, a male and a female. The male had yellow facial tattos, the female a more neutral black. The male was armed, two red lightsabers lighting the pair up. But the female... There was something wrong with her mind. It scared him too.
He had always found their race oddly attractive, but now he had no strength to even feel aroused at the sight of the first woman he had seen in weeks. Ryloss summoned some energy and raised the sword horizontally in front of him.
"I have no sstrength to battle you, Zzzabraaak, but I will do my best to trrry, if that is what you wissh."
His eyes were burning in his skull, they would be bright yellow to them. They had done so ever since he had landed on this gods forsaken planet. His hissing and echoing voice had also gotten worse, and he swore he now had sharpened teeth. He had long sine thrown away the vegetables he had brought with him. His body couldn't stomach them. What was happening to him was terrifying. But the image of the sword in his hand had tormented him for weeks now. He had to get it out of his head. Looking at the weapon in his heads, it had been worth it. A shame he would die so soon after it's creation. At least he had killed a great beast in his time with it. He stared at it sadly, even as it was pointed at the pair. Such a shame.

(I wrote the middle part earlier, meant to use it for something else, just pasted it onto here. I'm going to crash soon, with tiny, tiny posts <.< I still can't believe I actually wrote all that...)

 

[AaronW]

Before the pair loomed the carcus of the Terentatek, as well as a man covered in blood. spattered of his pale red skin, the man looked like something out of a frightful children's tale. Sayari sized him up and down, still unsure of whether or not the man was sane. Zallek merely stood, sabers at the ready. He had ignited them expecting to aid in the battle against the verocious beast, but with the man's words the acolyte had chosen to keep them ignited. Why would he greet them in such a away? Did they seem hostile? True, if following the code of the Sith it might seem as if the pair were taking advantage of his current state to gain the upper hand, but that had not been their intention. Who was this man? Zallek took note of the blade he held at the ready, or attempted to anyways. It was a Sith war blade if Zallek recalled correctly. There was much about this situation that the acolyte did no understand, nor did he care to. What he was sure of was that he had been threatened immediately upon arrival and the tension was thick. So how best to diffuse the situation? Zallek would have normally jumped right into a fight, but he and his sister both had watched this man utilize lightning to bring down the beast that lay before them. Despite the man's weakened state, there could be a considerable risk. The Masters would be sure to revive my soul just to torment me if I died out here. With the flick of a node he disengaged his sabers, the blades ceased to him and the energy dissipated in an instant.

Sayari was surprised by this act on the part of her brother. Without thinking she attempted to send Zallek her objections via telepathy, but her lack of skill in this force ability probably left the message open for interpretation by the man as well, if she could even get the words across. What are you doing?! Don't drop your guard, he might attack.

Zallek responded in kind to his sister, but with far better control over his telepathy and made sure that his message was clear and sent only to the intended party, not broadcast for all to catch. Look at him. Clearly he is Sith. And mind your thoughts, lest you allow everyone to know them, Sister. With that, the male zabrak fastened his sabers to his belt and stepped forward slowly as he spoke to the man. "Easy. We only rushed over here because we saw the beast attacking you. We thought you would need assistance... or were we wrong?" Sayari was baffled at her brother's actions. If this man turned on them, his guard would be easy to get through seeing as how he had dropped it entirely. Sometimes she wondered which of the two siblings was the more ruthless. She was no longer of mind to lend assistance. This man had raised his weapon to them and Sith or not, that meant a challenge. Sith did not back away from a challenge. For the moment, she would stand in her original spot and merely watch things unfold between the man and her brother. As a precaution, she spread her legs a few inches more apart, so as to position herself to leap between them if need be. Instinctively, her hand went to the saberstaff hanging at her side.

 

[Ush]

He looked between the two as they communicated telepathically. He could hear them, kind of. After the male spoke to him he lowered the sword. He noticed the female stand in an attack position. He reached out telepathically to both of them.
"Forgive me, your planet does not have a good reputation. I... My body is being changed by it. My mouth is being changed to speak Sith, I think."
He switched to vocal, wincing somewhat.
"<This tongue is odd to me, or it was.>"
And back to mentally.
"I can also 'hear' your communications between each other."
He felt his legs wobble.
"Forgiive mee..."
And then he slipped off the corpse, splashing blood. He was upright again a second later, though.
"For the past week I have been forging this blade. No sleeping, no eating, no drinking. I had to kill this beast for sustenance, but I fear I now lack the strength to prepare it properly."
He stood away from the corpse.
"And me, a Sith? I don't know whether to accept the compliment or deny the insult. Both, I suppose. No, I am no Sith. I am a Zeltron, or once was. I was trained in the ways of the force by Jedi, but I strayed too far from that path to return to it. I, at an earlier age, partook in a ceremony which allowed me to reproduce with Sith Purebloods. I think what's happening here is my body trying to close the gap. It should revert after I leave."
He then fell over, but remained conscious.
"I haave a caamp fuurther uup the goorge. Coould wee traaveel theere? We willl neeed too brring thee corrpsse."
His hissing was very apartment.
"One of you will also need to assist me to go up there. I burned what few calories I can spare killing this thing."