Kath
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My new Sith. Good? Need work? Open for some criticism. Picture not done by me.
For ten years. Ten years I've waited for this moment. We, the Empire, are about to strike a blow at the evil Jedi. I can't believe I used to be one of them. They cast me out, said I was too emotional. Ha! I'll show them now, just like I showed Master Ji. Oh, how rude of me I never introduced myself, I'm Metus and I hate the Jedi. Though, they did start my journey into the glorious darkness.
Master Ji was the one who discovered me on Kuat. He took me to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He could tell how strong I was in the Force even then. He was ever present, watching as I trained in the ways of the Force under the instructors there. Yet, even then, I think he noticed my lust for battle. One day during a sparring match, while Ji watched, I toyed with my opponent. I delayed the match for as long as possible before effortlessly disarming him and striking him repeatedly with my training blade. Ji stopped the match and took me aside. He told me that as my new Master, he would teach me to control my emotions. With that, he took me as his padawan. I was ten years old.
Master Ji trained me in the ways of the Jedi. Taught me the ways of Niman. I forged my dual lightsabers under his tutalege. I only really focused on basic Force techniques. I'd rather fight blade to blade then with the Force. I'm limited to Force push, pull, jump, speed, and the Sith favorite, lightning. But more about that later. Under his watch, my powers, and lust for battle grew.
Towards the end of my training, Ji increasingly became more concerned with my lust for battle. He would often find me sparring others, or standing in the midst of a broken pile of training droids. On the day I was to be Knighted, he went to the Council and retracted his statement that I was ready. I felt so betrayed, so I left the Jedi Order.
During my studies, I had often studied up on the warrior history of the Jedi. The Sith-Imperial War especially intrigued me. I knew there were still Sith out there. They were the ones I went to. I stayed in the shadows, and trained under Master Mors. Here I constructed a new crimson blade and was trained in Djem So. Mors also made me learn Force lightning, to bolster my weak Force power usage. My final training was completed when I stood over Mors body, kneeling before the Dark Lord. I was twenty years old.
Silently, I waited for my chance to strike. I wanted nothing more to kill Jedi, most of all Master Ji. I got my chance three years later. A tip off from a fellow Sith placed me at Tatooine of all places. Funny, that's where Skywalker started his journey. Rumor was it that Ji was looking for another apprentice. I made sure that he saw me sitting in a catina as he walked past. I lured him into a secluded alley, just as the twin suns were setting. He tried to bring me back to the Jedi. Funny, he thought I was just a rogue. But I am so much more. The battle was lenghty but in the end I triumphed. My new style had thrown him off balance and I walked away smiling as the stump of his neck smoked.
Now, I have returned to the Dark Lord's side. I await eagerly for the chance to wreak my revenge upon the council and all Jedi in the galaxy.
For ten years. Ten years I've waited for this moment. We, the Empire, are about to strike a blow at the evil Jedi. I can't believe I used to be one of them. They cast me out, said I was too emotional. Ha! I'll show them now, just like I showed Master Ji. Oh, how rude of me I never introduced myself, I'm Metus and I hate the Jedi. Though, they did start my journey into the glorious darkness.
Master Ji was the one who discovered me on Kuat. He took me to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He could tell how strong I was in the Force even then. He was ever present, watching as I trained in the ways of the Force under the instructors there. Yet, even then, I think he noticed my lust for battle. One day during a sparring match, while Ji watched, I toyed with my opponent. I delayed the match for as long as possible before effortlessly disarming him and striking him repeatedly with my training blade. Ji stopped the match and took me aside. He told me that as my new Master, he would teach me to control my emotions. With that, he took me as his padawan. I was ten years old.
Master Ji trained me in the ways of the Jedi. Taught me the ways of Niman. I forged my dual lightsabers under his tutalege. I only really focused on basic Force techniques. I'd rather fight blade to blade then with the Force. I'm limited to Force push, pull, jump, speed, and the Sith favorite, lightning. But more about that later. Under his watch, my powers, and lust for battle grew.
Towards the end of my training, Ji increasingly became more concerned with my lust for battle. He would often find me sparring others, or standing in the midst of a broken pile of training droids. On the day I was to be Knighted, he went to the Council and retracted his statement that I was ready. I felt so betrayed, so I left the Jedi Order.
During my studies, I had often studied up on the warrior history of the Jedi. The Sith-Imperial War especially intrigued me. I knew there were still Sith out there. They were the ones I went to. I stayed in the shadows, and trained under Master Mors. Here I constructed a new crimson blade and was trained in Djem So. Mors also made me learn Force lightning, to bolster my weak Force power usage. My final training was completed when I stood over Mors body, kneeling before the Dark Lord. I was twenty years old.
Silently, I waited for my chance to strike. I wanted nothing more to kill Jedi, most of all Master Ji. I got my chance three years later. A tip off from a fellow Sith placed me at Tatooine of all places. Funny, that's where Skywalker started his journey. Rumor was it that Ji was looking for another apprentice. I made sure that he saw me sitting in a catina as he walked past. I lured him into a secluded alley, just as the twin suns were setting. He tried to bring me back to the Jedi. Funny, he thought I was just a rogue. But I am so much more. The battle was lenghty but in the end I triumphed. My new style had thrown him off balance and I walked away smiling as the stump of his neck smoked.
Now, I have returned to the Dark Lord's side. I await eagerly for the chance to wreak my revenge upon the council and all Jedi in the galaxy.
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