Internecion

[Internecion]

OOC: Work in progress

INTERNECION​

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NAME:
Internecion (Formerly; Erebos Kaan)​

FACTION: Lords of the Sith
RANK: Sith (Jedi Knight Equivalent)
CLASS: Spymaster
OCCUPATION: Outer Rim Spice Lord | Kingpin
ALLEGIANCE: Nisara; High Priestess of the Sith
SPECIES: Ysanna
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 200lbs
EYES: Emerald
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Caucasian
CREDITS: N/A
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A
FORCE SENSITIVE: Quite

STRENGTH:
A long, violent life has shaped Internecion’s physical strength into quite a formidable force. Able to stand toe to toe with a Wookiee (either through force augmentation,or temporary external body enhancements) his physical strength is more then capable even without such a crutch, his true power lies in explosive martial mastery, knowledge of kinesiology or momentum and movement, and body mechanics; when it is time for him to use physical force he is more then analytical - his strike lands in the weakest point of the guard giving the impression his strength is far greater then it is. Sometimes it’s simply his cognition of timing the right strike where.
DEXTERITY:
Internecion is above average in agility, dexterity, stamina. Born a Ysanna, he is naturally at one with the world around him ; thus, he engages himself physically to reach peak level. His philosophy being speed and timing equal true strength.
CONSTITUTION:
A man of obsessive mind and body alignment, Internecion keeps himself in pristine condition. A durable, battle hardened body and reflexes keep him ready for war at any and all times, and he utilizes a plethora of knowledge on holistic, integrative, and field medical skills; able to keep his immune system and body at peak health.
INTELLIGENCE:
Internecion is an academic,very rare coming from the Ysanna, a species primarily of tribal gunslingers. Well educated and very literary driven - he will speak, exactly as he is thinking - and when in the terms of literacy, it would be in fluid pronunciation and grace. One could hear the intellect, if one were to listen.
WISDOM:
Something to be gained here, his blood burns too hot ordinarily for him to take a step back and look at a situation in a wise perspective.
CHARISMA:
Refined in the art of deception among the infamous Desajilic Hutt cartel, he is well versed in communication and the art of manipulation. Able to talk himself in, or out of most situations, he has asserted himself in high places, only to complete a political assassination mark and emerge entirely unidentified.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born under the name Erebos Kaan, on the planet of Ossus. His father had a gift when it came to combat - honing their species’ natural affinity in the telekinetic propelling, and guidance of projectiles and other flying extensions of war to a point that surpassed even the clan leaders and elders of the Ysanna. Building a complex system, akin to that of a martial art from his use of firearms (or more particularly a magnetized projectile driven slug thrower and a flechette pistol), Erebos’ father developed the art in a more pacifistic light, the initial target in most techniques meant to wound or disarm the victim, while defensive measures were carried to put the person practicing the art in harm’s way; yet in fluid motion, making him or her a smaller target as often as possible; the flechette pistol saved as a last resort to disperse larger groups of adversaries. It trained instinctive reaction time, and significantly improved the synopsis of the artist. This drew the attention of the venerated Jedi Order, and Erebos’s mother and father had been guided from their home planet of Ossus long before his birth; his father rising to the height of a well respected Jedi Master, and Librarian for the Archives, while his mother became one of the Order’s most esteemed Jedi Healers of their time. They hid their love for one another for years, putting their faith to the Order far before their adoration for one another. Years passed by, and their reverence for the Jedi Mantra never waned. Until one night, a child was conceived. Close to pregnancy, they decided to return to Ossus and live among their tribe, for the birth. Taking a leave of absence, they returned to their home land and created a home - well within the territories of their tribe.


The child was born, and he was raised in a tribal setting - gaining the love for community and a deep admiration for his fellow Ysanna; his father doing well to carefully develop a love for life, and a drive to defend it. At an extremely young age, his father gave him the gift of his own personal revolver styled slug thrower, of specific design to allow customized ammunition, as well as a self-designed fletchette pistol. Erebos was raised to adhere to the two guns as his allies, and friends; giving them both appropriate names - Equalizer and Negotiator. His tutelage began, in the ranged - CQC martial art, his father had built. Little did Kaan or his tribe know, his father started this path of self-discovery for his son with the intention of teaching him the ways of the Force, more namely the power of telekinesis, in a peace-seeking and life preserving tutelage yet free of the Jedi Order’s uniformity and traditional bindings. Taking part in tribal dealings, by adolescence young Erebos became much more capable in the defense of the tribe, then even the more seasoned warriors. By young adulthood he showed promise to become one of the most suited to lead the warrior caste of the entire village, gaining promise from all surrounding clans of Ysanna on Ossus; the name began to mold into myth and legend, his skill even out weighing that of his father. Proud and confidant in his son’s abilities, his father began to take him on quests; ones that were in favor of the Jedi Order. There were many artifacts on Ossus, hidden to the ravages of the over grown jungle sections of the planet, swarming with beasts and dangers abroad.

Spoiler: Orgins Cont.

Erebos was ready for his first assignment by his early 20’s. The encrypted coordinates where his father needed to go was sent from the Jedi Order, but the data transmission something went wrong for a moment. Erebos noticed his father talking with his mother on the matter, but then everything went according to plan. This led his father to proceed with caution; but the two of them ventures far into areas the tribe deemed forbidden for trailblazers. They ventured far underground, in an abandoned mine. Following strange runes marked on every wall, they eventually came to a brick wall - where his father lit torches, muttered a strange incantation, and drew the same rune on the solid brick wall. The wall itself moved, to reveal catacombs beneath the mine. Upon moving to the end of the strange environment, they came upon the burial vault of a long deceased and mummified Sith Lord, one the Jedi of old seemed to seek to imprison there. Any notion of the spirit had long since been exorcised with the burning of the remains, all that remained was the memory of the wretched Lord imprinted onto a sleek black Sith holocron perceived in the appearance of some alien black color with the serpentine surface more resembling a snake’s skin.



The moment his father’s hands touched the holocron, the walls themselves began to tremble and move; opening themselves up to the deeper chasms of the mine system, vast interconnecting catacombs underground, circuits of caves and deep river channels that may have ran on for eternity. An inhuman guttural noise emanated from the walls as they opened, followed by another, then several more. Wasting no time an ominous snap-hiss heralded a halcyon bath of yellow light as his father’s lightsaber ignited; taking that as his motion he too armed himself with his trusted slug thrower in his right hand, producing the fletchette magazine loaded in his left draw. Being the first to open fire, he wouldn’t waste time to see what emerged from the gloom of the newly opened passage ways; small canisters exploding throughout each overgrown corridor as he let loose with the fletchette rounds. The guttural noises getting louder, more shots being heard - as the following would be Erebos’ father yelling to hold his fire, as the hum of a lightsaber blade cleaving through monstrous forms followed; singing in it’s burning energy. Another snap-hiss following, as their source of light would fail.

As the gore and dust would settle, father and son stood victorious over the inhuman inhabitants guarding the holocron. The Dark Side had twisted the indigenous subterraneous humanoid creatures, perhaps of some ancestry to the Ysanna themselves, beyond their mortal coil, they had become slave to the holocron. The battle had worn on Erebos however, as he was injured in the flurry, able to walk and remain conscious they would waste no time to procure the item, and retrace their steps out of the underground cavern. Upon reaching their parked speeders at the surface, they packed the dangerous item to their cargo and set off back to their tribal village at the border of their much bigger population. Upon closing the distance home, they both began to notice something horribly wrong. Racing into the village it was apparent there were no movement, no ordinary happenings that should occur at such a time of night. The entire village resided in outright silence, no sound or utterance what so ever. Parking their speeders and rushing home, they came upon horror. Ire’s mother lay dead, along with the Elders of their immediate tribe. The doors slammed shut, and a shadow moved from the end of the room - the movement causing his father to leap into motion, the Living Force channeling into his very physical being. The yellow blade of his lightsaber ignited, it would slash across the entire dining room of the home, cleaving the room in half. In retaliation, a second snap-hiss was heard, a crimson red light bursting to volcanic life. Catching Erebos’ father in a guard the red blade held vertically to the yellow’s diagonal slash, the being holding the blade would be visible for the first time.

Spoiler: Defel

A Defel, wearing circuitry over it’s canine ears; holding it’s own lightsaber in a right grip (it’s right arm cybernetically enhanced to be described with such a mass to suggest physical augmentation) while the left would hold a small black pistol of alien proportion. Holding the lock effortless with the wolf creature’s single right arm, the left hand would squeeze the trigger of the sidearm - the distance in front of the weapon seeming to tremble and shake, as if the molecules of the air itself were vibrating at a staggering rate, repeatedly increasing in speed. A translucent arc of highly, intensely concentrated sonic energy would blast from the barrel of the pistol - the bolt arching around his father’s yellow lightsaber guard, and hitting the Ysanna hard in the center of his chest sending him flying back across the room at Erebos’ feet. As Erebos would unholster his slug thrower and take aim his father’s back would hit the ground and collide with several well place sonic mines - an ear drum shattering ‘squeal’ sounding out as visible, tangible waves of strong sound burst from the devices below him - Erebos only able to squeeze his trigger one single, well aimed time. The chemically charged and propelled round shot across the room, grazing the side of the Defel’s face; a second chemical process occurred upon hitting the wall behind the creature in the form of a small chemically induced explosion. Then the waves of sonic energy would be too much for him to bear, and Erebos would fall to the ground clutching his ears, as they felt as if they were grinding against each other inside his own skull, crushing themselves to dust. He awoke briefly to see the image of the Defel announcing his name to his father, as the man who raised him was pushed to the brink of death - two rather towering humanoid/reptilian creatures, Dashade, by the look of them restraining Elder Kaan. Gigamesh Ire. Such was the name of the man, the beast canine, the Defel who took everything from Erebos. After a full day of torture, his father inevitably relinquished the Sith holocron from the hidden cargo on their speeder bike - not from physical pain or fear, but under the threat of them taking Erebos away from him. In the end, they ended Elder Kaan’s life anyway, despite countless promises not to. In his last bid of consciousness, Erebos felt a new found anger rising from the deepest furnace of his heart - power, bellowing forth with that unchained anger. He reached a hand out from the ground where he lay - an unyielding and uncanny strength reaching out in the form of a telekinetic grip, at the Defel’s throat. Clutching tighter and tighter, the Defel would at first smile, then as his wind pipe would wrench and shudder, he would begin to panic. The Dashade closest to him wasting not even a breath before crossing the room and knocking Erebos unconscious with an anchor’s weight of a fist.

Erebos Kaan awoke the next day, looking out the viewport of a large space vessel - overlooking the Tion Cluster, recognizing it for it’s closeness to home, Ossus. He could see Caluula, Mon Calamari, and then Iego as the distant vision of the Diathim brought some glimmer of hope to his mind - the cosmic creature, even in it’s vast distance from his physical location, still hinting at the telepathic likelihood of his mother and father. He was then snapped from his waking dream by that same Dashade as before in his home (coming to recognize it by a jagged scar across it’s eye) the being ripping him from the ground and bouncing him off every durasteel wall in the hanger, before moving him to the medical bay. Erebos would fight back, but quickly realize his arms were broke already. Losing consciousness to the sight of being strapped into a chair, an anaesthesic droid at hand. Sometime on, he would wake up in a haze after the operation; Gigamesh speaking to the scared Dashade. “It is a bio-computer, connected to the central nervous system at the stem of the brain; programmed to his specific neurological pattern - tied, to my will. My connection to the Force. He will serve, obey, and comply. Your safety however, is not so guaranteed my hulking friend. I suggest you put more of your time into getting this subject more ... Acquainted with his work. “

Spoiler: Hatred

Passing out again, he would grow extremely well acquainted with one thing - hatred for the Dark Jedi Gigamesh; the leader of a well trained and organized seek and destroy squad specializing in the tracking, isolation, and assassination of Jedi targets. His second in command, a horribly scared Dashade. Being thrown back into his cell, he would turn his barely conscious attention back to the viewport into the endless vistas of space - seeing as the ship entered hyperspace just outside Gand on the border of the Centrality’s sector of space. Erebos was left to his own devices, left alone to mourn for his entire village, all that he had ever known. An unfathomable amount of time passed, and a grim, foreboding feeling in the Force was felt as he would overlook Nal Hutta and Nar Shadda,watching as the vessel would come out of hyperspace - as if a glimpse into both the Jedi Hunter/Killer squad’s fate, and Erebos Kaan’s. Closing in on the Smuggler’s Moon, Erebos would be wrenched from his cell once again and rushed to bacta immersion treatment to heal his limbs - during the following submerged hours to follow he would begin his ... Programming. Gigamesh sitting in a chair, bending his will, instilling memories and subliminal turns of phrase into his subconscious; triggers, for mental dominance and control. Despite the Dark Jedi’s initial moldings, the Defel could not in all his psionic strength undo the carnal rage and hatred the young Ysanna had for him. No matter, to be subjective to a will does not require hatred to be erased; merely fear to be instilled. The programming would commence...

The men were stationed on the Smuggler’s Moon of Nar Shaddaa; receiving their high profile marks, and some of the Jedi targets from the Besadii Hutt Family and another more actively informed and involved “unknown source.” Thus, Gigamesh and the Dashade held close ties with the hierarchy of the Besadii family, essentially making their hit squad no more then lackeys and muscle for the vast Hutt cartel. In Gigamesh’s perspective this was a price willingly paid for the intelligence they offered him for his ... Side business. It took the Defel an entire year to break young Erebos Kaan’s mind. Where Elder Kaan had taught him in the light of the Jedi Order’s ways, his tutelage in the Force still came unorthodox and off the record of the Jedi Archives. There were spheres of knowledge left unfinished, in the ways of his training in the Force. One such sphere, was that of telepathic or psionic manipulation. Erebos had little way to combat such a fight, and toward the end of the twelve months it became little more then ‘molding’ rather then ‘breaking’ on the term of Erebos’ psyche. Kaan spent a total of fifteen years training in secret to defend the Jedi Order’s mantra and code of ethics; and in a single year the Defel shattered any notion of preservation of the Way. Molding, shaping the young Ysanna mind to cultivate a psychotic drive to destroy any trace of their zeal - to see nothing but credits and benefit when it came to any sign of the Light Side of the Force. No religious mantra, no discipline. Just pure benefit and gain. The selfless was systematically destroyed as an ideal from his mind, the honorable, the just. Only selfishness and greed remained. As well as a carnal, deep seeded hatred for his Defel master; with such, came a calculative, patient observation - watching and biding his time for the perfect time to strike.

Spoiler: Venial Sin

Clearly aware of the neurological reprogramming device, and how any physical sign of violence toward his master would result in unbearable pain in the form of sonic energy emanating from the base of his brain. He would cultivate patience, and the will to strike. The next year came his first mark. After months of following an elusive frequency Erebos traced a transmission red flagged by the team’s tech. crew to the edge of Wild Space and the Unknown Regions, to the arctic planet Ilum. There Ire was forced to make his initial choice down the path of the Dark Side, his voluntary one. The fading transmission leading him to a group of Jedi younglings, being led by a single Duros Jedi Knight; their mission to gather kyber crystals for lightsaber construction. The team laid waste to the Jedi Knight’s attempts - connection to the Jedi Order being scrambled upon the start of their assault, they employed sonic technology to keep his lightsaber at bay and suppressive blasterfire like a shepherd to a heard to overwhelm the Jedi Knight from all sides while not causing any harm initially. While the rite of passage of the younglings had been disturbed, a different kind of rite of passage for Erebos was about to unfold. The overwhelming pain in his skull forced him to commit atrocities that night, physically decimating the Jedi Knight in lightsaber combat - and ultimately claiming the saber for his Defel master’s collection. Flash after flash of emergency visual feed would be transmitted to the Jedi Order, giving them a fragmented glimpse of the events that had transpired. This was to the devising of the Defel, to give the Jedi Order a clear image of whom brought this slaughter; several clear visual captured frames of Erebos Kaan’s face. He returned to the Smuggler’s Moon a changed man, darker, more conflicted.

His guilt began to mold him into something else entirely. Sensing this darkness in his rising pupil, Gigamesh Ire began sharpening Erebos’ training in the Force focusing on aspects he was lacking in his education. Telekinesis came as a second nature to the Ysanna, as did Tutaminis(energy absorption-dissipation), the later becoming stronger with each altercation, as Kaan was showing progressive improvement in this realm; able to deflect blaster energy with the palm of his hand in a recent business dispute with a mercenary rival. He lacked in the sphere of mental or psionic manipulation, despite also having an affinity for sense. Gigamesh taught Erebos this to be a fundamental step for any professional Jedi Hunter. One must move among the cattle like a shadow, pulling them in. The prey pays no mind to a still shadow, nor does the attention. One must kill without the other herd detecting your action, how better then to pull them into your still shadow.

Spoiler: 5 Lessons

Erebos Kaan developed a keen mastery over the shadow arts of the Dark Side, as well as a fruitful well of knowledge over the art of movement. Such training indeed being a fundamental, as the marks ahead would bring him to snatch the life from Jedi under the Order’s very own territories, stealth and subterfuge being essential in this craft. Dedicated in his training in lightsaber combat, he developed a deep fascination with Form VII: Juyo, donning his father’s red lightsaber. Overtime Erebos would forge an additional blade, and converge Jar’Kai into his furious mastery of Juyo; inevitably building mechanisms to attach them both at butt ends to form into a single saber-staff, implements of Trakata present with the addition to the convergence of the weapon, finalizing the form variation. Once Gigamesh judged him trained in the rudimentary aspects of the Dark Side, they began preparation for their next Jedi mark. Gigamesh decreed there to be 5 lessons a Dark Jedi and professional Jedi Hunter learn to become one with his craft. Coercion. Patience. Artifice. Temerity. Equanimity. Each lesson would embody the literary term, Erebos thus expected to carry out the mark (a Jedi Knight and ordinarily his combat-ready apprentice) according to the definition of the word attributed to the lesson.

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The first lesson, was coercion. Force or the power to use force to gain compliance, even with authority or government officials. Erebos and Gigamesh journeyed to the Anoat sector in the Outer Rim to the planet Gerrenthum. The Defel learned of a Republic special operations unit passing through an inhabited city on the planet, escorting a certain Republic intelligence agent, along with a Cerean Jedi Knight and his Miraluka apprentice. They began bribing any governmental official in the specific perimeter of the city, all the way up to the mayor (having to rely on black mail gained from an intelligence source) expecting the local authorities to turn a blind ear to calls from that specific part of the city, at the specific hour of the predestined date. The Defel was aware their faces would be wanted in the Anoat sector after the deed had been done and the mayor realized the carnage that had befallen his area, but through means unknown to Erebos (secretly Gigamesh arranged the official’s family kidnapped until after the hunt had ended, then they were to be freed) the mayor adhered to anything they asked; even with his compliance the canine forced Erebos to inflict physical harm on the official, either to seal his fate as a wanted man in the region, or perhaps to further adhere to this strict set of lessons set out - coercion being the current still. Erebos began to notice the power such a simple word held when powered by action, preparation, and study. They paid off the local crime syndicate, gaining more guns for the trap. Mere hours before the scheduled passing the Defel and Erebos were laying mines throughout a specific street in town, noticing no local law enforcement of any kind.

Spoiler: Coercion Cont.

Donning magnetized boot gear coupled with miniaturized jet boasters to enable flight Gigamesh and Erebos took the the rooftops. They watched as their plan commenced perfectly, a caravan of armored vehicles passing below. Activating remote mines, the entire caravan would be disabled - though the occupants unharmed, they would be rendered immobile. A barrage of blaster bolts filled the street as mafia enforcers on rooftops opened fire, the special operations unit exiting the vehicle weapons drawn; ushering the intel. Agent and both Jedi out of the middle speeder. Returning fire, they all would run on foot down the street. More explosives would detonate, taking out the soldiers at the furthest rear. The Defel joined with a team of local syndicate enforcers, chasing the prey into a specific alleyway - well laid explosives doing the rest to further thin their herd. Finding a dead end, a snap-hiss would break the silence of the alley as a crimson red blade slashed through a nearest soldier, giving the Miraluka apprentice time to arm herself with a blue blade humming to life. Being caught in an overhead strike, Erebos held the lock high - positioning his blade under her own, holding it for another heart beat’s duration before another explosion rocked the area; Ire sliding forward past the lock, cutting up her arm, and through her midsection. The apprentice turning out to be no more then a seer not one well versed in combat, he locked with the Knight whom wielded an orange lightsaber. By the time Gigamesh and the enforcers were upon the scene, Erebos Kaan had dispatched the Knight and his apprentice and freed the remaining intel. Agent. Claiming the reward, the left the planet - paying the syndicate handsomely to compensate for their loss on the intelligence the Republic Agent had made off with. Once out of the Anoat sector it was then revealed that the coordinates the Agent had with held had in all actuality been procured, and they sold the intelligence to the highest bidder upon return to Nar Shaddaa.

Patience, was the next lesson. Following a holo trail to a frequency in the Outer Rim, to orbit around a planet by the name of Lothal. They analyzed a Givin Jedi Knight of particular reputation in lightsaber combat, and his human apprentice aboard a frigate of particular size. Choosing to run surveillance for an entire week, they shadowed the vessel to a neighboring system in the Lothal sector, the planet - Garel. There they watched as a small transport vessel emerge from the frigate, descending into the atmosphere of the planet. The Defel’s intelligence source gave them the additional coordinates to a Jedi Temple currently abandoned on the planet, the Jedi bound there with the intention to analyze the structure to for renovation and rebuilding, thus Gigamesh and Erebos chose a more immediate route. Landing and arriving at the facility with additional time, Gigamesh Ire began setting sonic mines and explosive canisters armed with powerful sonic discharge conductors and emitters for a strange “laughing gas” throughout the open landing strip infront of the facility. Erebos ascended into an overhanging cliff, outfitted in a sort of camouflage bodysuit beneath foliage and other earthen obstacles of sight. Taking ground mere 50 meters from the chosen proximity of combat, Erebos then opened a sleek durasteel case he had brought with him - assembling the components within, to produce an energy based sniper rifle holding a maximum range of up to 500 meters; well beyond his current distance. The specialty blaster rifle shot an energy beam which, through the barrel, became highly over focused; resulting in a thinner bolt of energy yet more lethal able to fly at faster velocities. Bringing the computerized scope up to his level gaze, he would wait. Adhering to the next lesson - patience. Gigamesh and Ire then became shiftless shadows, becoming still, hidden; even within the Living Force. The Givin Jedi Knight, and the Human apprentice landed as previously notified by the source. Seemingly unaware, their transport would land on the open landing strip and they would emerge from the lowered ramp - moving toward the facility’s doors. Of course never opening them, the transport exploding from the remote detonation of a thermal detonation mine laid under where it had chosen to land. The concussion force would knock both Jedi and apprentice to the ground; the Defel wasting no time activating a second sonic detonation mine - the following wall of sound keeping the two targets on the ground, clutching their head in pain. Confidant control had been made, Ire emerged from his shadow and struck - his lightsaber ignited with a snap-hiss, slashing down at the disabled apprentice first with a crimson blade of energy. Then the skill of the teacher came into play - as the sonic device sudden ceased; crushed beneath a telekinetic force. The apprentice sprang to action, a green blade ignited - catching the Defel’s blade in a cross guard, held vertically from his position on one knee. Erebos watched the scene unfold from a grander perspective, observing the Knight coming to stand and focusing on his apprentice in the guard - both hands outstretched, as if the teacher were lending his apprentice physical strength, through the Force.

Spoiler: Patience Cont.

Eyes narrow, Erebos would line the trajectory, angle, wind current, even topography of the area into proper account - then pull the rifle’s trigger. A thin lance of energy descending on the cross guard from the apprentice’s side - hitting his very lightsaber, and ricocheting the blaster bolt directly through the apprentice’s left shoulder, melting through the bone of the shoulder blade and emerging out his back. The bolt would then take a very direct line straight into the senior Jedi Knight’s right shoulder knocking him onto his back. The element of surprise was all the Defel Dark Jedi required - feeling the apprentice relent in pain through the physical contact of the cross guard, pushing the apprentice’s lock down and harmlessly out of his route of movement - slicing the end of his crimson blade up through the exposed guard, and through the apprentice’s chest, driving him through the heart skillfully. As if in horror of feeling his apprentice’s life torn from the physical plane of existence; the Jedi Knight lifted himself from the ground, ignited a lightsaber of familiar green hue as the one still gripped in the fallen Jedi student’s hand, and unleashed a force push strong enough to lift the Defel from his feet and send him flying back across the landing zone. Erebos shot again, and again and though the Jedi Knight had been wounded and was reduced to holding his lightsaber with only one hand, he was able to deflect each shot effortlessly. A well timed remote detonation gave Kaan the time to regain his composure and close the distance across the field; engaging the Jedi again. Though before long it became apparent that the Defel Ire was highly out matched, even with the Jedi relying on a single handed grip. The distraction was all Kaan required, however - awaiting the appropriate timing, and detonating a sonic discharge conductor; the wave of sonic energy blasting up from both of their feet - both combatants reeling backward in either direction; Erebos let loose another well aimed blaster bolt - the Jedi even yet able to deflect it, but with such action he had become unbalanced. Another well aimed shot hit the forte of his green blade of energy, pushing the Jedi onto his back - coming into contact with a different mine, dispersing a small cloud of putrid green color. The Jedi began to laugh uncontrollably - and of a Givin species, that was quite a sight to behold. Even after Erebos had let loose his first shot into the Jedi Knight’s chest - the wave of powerful sonic vibrations mixed with the overwhelming, mirth-inducing chemical gas too much for the Jedi to push into the back of his mind, unable to even move the Givin Jedi looked down, still grinning and coughing from disability to even breathe - at the scorching hole in his chest, ashen black smoke dancing up, caught in a wind current, spiraling lost into the air. Another thin lance of energy crossed the distance and impacted again, sizzling through the Givin’s heart this time. The Jedi Knight fell to his knees, and a final shot rang through the distance - humming it’s way right between the target’s eyes. Afterward the two Jedi Hunters would collect the fallen duelists’ lightsabers, and leave the wretched Lothal sector.

The next valuable lesson which the Dark Jedi taught Erebos was temerity; the reckless boldness or rashness - required, to make a name for one’s self, and burn an ideal into the memory of the enemy. To survive, one must armor one’s self - in mind, and body. This lesson included vast training in shielding one’s mind and presence in the Force, through telepathic prying as well as mere existence; even learning to shape his presence in the Force to appear as other things (all except any signature of the Light Side of the Force, Erebos could never deceive his psionic image to that degree), such as a non-force sensitive, or even lower any motive of threat his mind may exhume on any given mission - able to virtually disappear, invisible in the Force. The next came armor to his body. He adorned himself in light weight armor in the form of thin light weight durasteel outer plating, with a duraplast armorweave beneath stitched together by leather thongs beneath. The cuirass and shoulder guards sculpted to project fear in his opponent; the edges etched in curved or bladed proportions, to project a more demonic appearance though on this mission he did not adopt a helmet as of yet. This mission took Gigamesh and Ire to the planet Tython, the named inspired from the Suns Tythos in the Deep Core. Well behind enemies lines so to speak. Either by the Defel’s orchestration or out of sheer coincidence their starship was shot down near the place of altercation where the Jedi mark was scheduled for; a range of mountains off the more historic wilderness of Tython.

Spoiler: Temerity Cont.

Erebos was seperated from the ship and Gigamesh, being instructed to carry out the mark while the Defel stayed behind to tend to the damages. Moving onward, Erebos encountered the apprentice first; a human female. Cutting her down easily, even before she could fully ignite her weapon, the teacher emerged from his meditation further up the mountain path. A human male of significant older age, he put up a strong resistance; armed with a single yellow blade, the halcyon arcs and acrobatic defensive and evasive dodges caught Ire off guard. The cuirass saved his life multiple times, by the end of the duel his shoulder had suffered serious injuries and he had been forced to pummel the Jedi Knight into submission with the pommel of his lightsaber, armored elbow guards helping as he had instilled small shock emitters at the ends. The pauldron over the wounded shoulder completely gone (hacked off by the sign of scorch marks and burns) but surely having saved his life, as the injurious shoulder wound would currently be replaced by a missing limb should he have not chosen to adopt armor that day. He also, would have certainly lost the later portion of the duel with the cunning Ataru Jedi duelist due to raw skill the Jedi Knight slightly out matched him. The adjustments to his armor saved his life, on the offensive surge that had fell the capable Jedi. The duel had transpired far from the damaged ship and Gigamesh, and should he have lost that duel but kept his life - the Jedi surely would have put him on trial for high crimes against the Jedi Order. He was thankful for the adornments that day, and vowed to himself to refine them further. He procured his proof of death, and collected both lightsabers - returning to the Defel, to depart back to the smuggler’s moon of Nal Hutta; receiving bacta treatment the entire journey.

By this point in time the Defel and the Ysanna had begun to amass a small fortune. Erebos never heard much on Gigamesh’s “source” where their intelligence and information on the marks came from, also where the Defel had always taken the proof of death to and acquired the group’s payment. This provided the Defel, Ysanna, and the Dashade who consisted of the sovereign command of the project and the men all the information and payment they needed to run and maintain a very profitable business - working under the humble criminal blessing on Nar Shaddaa and under the unwritten rule of Nal Hutta. Those not suited for combat against a Jedi often provided the Besadii Hutt Cartel in a deal signed in blood for muscle and support. Erebos always attributed the “source” to the Hutt Cartel, but such was not the case. Apparently the “source” had given two items to the Defel, to offer to the Ysanna Erebos Kaan. Two bracers, with miniaturized flamethrowers adorned in either one as well as a spool of paralysis cord hidden in a compartment toward the bottom of each piece - on the top end where one’s forearms would be 4 sharpened fins protrude up in a‘blade catcher’ tool used for defensive and offensive measures, the bracers would be crafted from bonded phrik alloy (offering additional lightsaber resistance) and duraplast among other alloys. Each bracer would have a single rune on the underside, almost hidden, to suggest the origin of this enigmatic “source” whose information and intelligence has given him an almost esoteric presence, one of arcane mysticism. The rune would be of ancient Sith dialect, the first marked “kotswinot itsu” translated to mean “my chains break” while the other bracer marked “midwanottoi” translated “for - to power” to Erebos’ suspicion of perfect Sith dialect and translation. The “source” was of Sith origin, which raised an eyebrow in the Ysanna as the Order was nothing more then stirrings and whispers in the corners of Wild Space and the Outer Rim territories at this time; Erebos wondered if this was a solitary Sith, or one whom had attachments to a larger cabal somewhere.


His mind was not left to wander on the matter, as they suited up and left for their next mark - the lesson of artifice; the cleverness of cunning to trick and deceive through device or expedient. The operation taking Gigamesh and Erebos to the world of Velpter, a vast industrial planet - factories, waste, and gas abundant. The two tracked a Iktotchi Jedi Knight and his Cathar apprentice to a running industrial factory - building starship engines, and processing hydraulic and other fluids necessary for hyperspace travel. The Defel watched from afar in silence, as Erebos was unable to dispatch the Cathar in the insidious manner he intended. His position alerted, he was once again locked in a combat situation where the odds weighed against him. Producing his additional lightsaber he clasped the ends together, forming a saber-staff in this quarrel to even such dramatic odds - he used the open space to his advantage; the Jar’Kei variant of Juyo proving effective against the Cathar, whom he also entangled in the animated paralysis cord coiled from the spool in his right bracer. Striking her down with the disadvantage of entanglement, the Iktotchi proved a far greater adversary - wounding his left arm in the distraction of the padawan’s death blow. Forced to rely on a solitary bloodshine red lightsaber blade, he kept the second disengaged - adapting to the injury to finish the melee fray using what could be perceived as a long-handled single bladed lightsaber. A fierce offensive forced the ever capable Iktotchi Jedi to a large mass of flamable gases - dousing the Jedi in flames from his right bracer’s miniature flamethrower, and further igniting the gases behind him in a fiery, and fatal maneuver. Triggering a much larger explosion, the Ysanna made certain to procure his proof of death - in the form of both lightsabers (which he would quickly call to his hands through telekinesis) and in body parts which he was assured to collect on his hastily escape.

Spoiler: Equanimity

Upon returning to Nar Shaddaa the two Dark Jedi came to realize something had happening among the Besadii Hutt Cartel which sent tremors through the entire criminal underworld - which directly effected their operation. The Besadii family were held accountable for Rebel groups bombing the Imperial Bastion with Besadii weaponry - vast reparations and bribes were paid, and the vast Besadii gun running operation was put out of commission. This caused the Hutt Cartel to call in the majority of the Jedi Hunter’s men for alternate work, causing Gigamesh’s group as a whole to lose work in other avenues. This post poned the final lesson for over a year with Erebos and Gigamesh needing to focus their attention elsewhere, finally the transmission came from the “source” leading them to their next mission. Gigamesh and Erebos departed for a specific ur-diamond mine on a moon of Nothoiin, once again returning to the Anoat sector. The final lesson Erebos Kaan was required to learn in this series, the tutelage of equanimity - calmness under stress. Utilizing one’s cunning to overcome all obstacles, no matter how tumultuous the situation. Erebos had been perfecting his education in the usage of Battlemind and Force Rage furthering his training in the Art of Movement, certain this final test to be one of overwhelming proportion; he held his own trump card up his sleeve in the form of terrible Force augmented lightsaber prowess, harnessed by Jar’Kei in the ferocious Way of the Vornskr - Juyo. He prepared himself in three different realms of Force use for this last lesson. Battlemind, the art of augmenting one’s fighting spirit through sheer focus lending inhuman resilience and martial ability. Force rage, tapping into one’s innermost fears - pain and hatred - and converting them into an intense rage, augmenting one’s physical abilities, senses, and synopsis for a duration of time afterward; a trance, so to speak. Lastly, Crucitorn - the versatile art of paincrafting; controlling one’s own flow of pain receptors, heights, and effect of pain on one’s own body and mind - and the focus of another’s interpretation of pain sensations (both physical and mental - also able to affect a wound itself on another agitating it with the Force) to enhance the pain felt, or dilute it drawing it within one’s self. Gigamesh and Erebos found themselves seperated behind a blast door inside the ur-diamond mine - the Defel closed off in the control/communication room while the Ysanna found himself trapped in the direction of their mark. Choosing to go ahead the Defel stayed behind - determined to slice the system and usurp manual control over the facilities security system.

The Dark Side seethed and roiled below the surface of Erebos’ obscurity in the Force - minimizing his presence within itself, layer after layer, until his signature in the Living Force was indistinguishable from the durasteel beam which provided his rafter perch high above the room. Looking down on the scene below him he would analyze a Chistori Jedi Knight clad in duelist robes, a Wookiee shrouded in Jedi padawan robes surely the reptilian’s apprentice, a female Firrerreo wearing robes bearing the seal of the Fallanassi, and an entire team of mineral prospectors seeming to inspect different grades and carrots of varying mineral purity. In a blink of movement the Ysanna would drop from his observation point in the ceiling structure of the room - a snap-hiss resonating through the room as a bloodshine red glow would fall with the seasoned hunter. His crimson blade plummeted with his descent - finding it’s mark through the throat of the Wookiee apprentice. It was at this moment that Erebos noticed something eminently wrong. His lightsaber blade hit nothing but air, as the Firrerreo’s illusion unveiled itself - revealing just the two Jedi and the Fallanassi. His moment of vulnerability and shock taken advantage of - the real Wookiee apprentice crossed the room in the blink of an eye, sending Erebos flying across the room with an open massive palm to the chest - to connect with a mineral analysis terminal on the other reaches of the room. The Christori proclaimed aloud, the reptilian’s voice choosing a Basic dialect as to not be misinterpreted. “Erebos K’han, you are to stand trial on Tython for your heinous crimes. Your compliance and cooperation will get you far, with what you stand accused of. How do you wish to proceed, Dark Jedi?” K’han’s lack of audible response would be the only answer the group needed.

Spoiler: Equanimity Cont.

The Firrerreo focused on the Force again, the room vividly shifting and changing through Erebos’ perception - his opponent’s duplicating again and again, until he stood before a entire room of armed Jedi, copied of the present three before him. It was at this moment that the Ysanna took a calming breath - feeling the Dark Side flowing through every atom of his being. Granting him strength, vision, and clarity - he would feel his muscles tense as the primordial confidence filled him, gave him power. Concentrating of the deepest darkest canals of his mind Erebos advocated the most carnal sources of hatred and anger in the psyche of his consciousness - feeling it channel into rage, as the very synopsis concerning the lightning web of neurological emitters, signals, and receivers inside his skull seemed to speed up. The Dark Side graced his vision - as he scrutinized past the elusive imagery of the Fallanasi’s illusion; the Wookiee crossing the room with a deep blue lightsaber. Seemingly still stunned he would await the Wookiee’s crossing, feigning alarm - catching an overhead strike high, to guide it harmlessly to the side - a jet of flames billowing forth from his left arm’s bracer, engulfing the Wookiee and setting it’s gnarled fur ablaze. In the panic the Ysanna’s second lightsaber blade activated forming the full length of a red double bladed saber-staff. The second blade would ignite through the Wookiee’s nearest shoulder blade - severing the arm from the rest of the body, the Wookiee falling to the ground behind it’s clatter desperately fanning at flames which only consume faster and brighter with his protest. In the stir of movement Erebos lost his Force Sight for the immediate glimpse of time - pivoting to the right to further move out of the way of an illusionary blade, the end of it passing harmlessly through his left shoulder. His right hip surged with a sharp pain - the end of a lightsaber grazing, as he had almost backpetaled directly into the wrath of a diagonal swing from the powerful Christori duelist. Utilizing aspects of Crucitorn - pushing the aspect of pain to the back of his mind, allowing the all encompassing furnace of rage burn bright again, he would rechannel the physical pain of his hip to the Christori duelist, catching him across the chest in a mundane slash from rib to opposite rib cage. Focusing on the Christori’s own aspect of pain, he would heighten it - buying himself time to concentrate with a stream of flames; the Jedi relying on the Force himself to disperse the thermal energy in an impressive usage of the Alter aspects of the Force.


As the Christori hesitated in pain the illusion would subside again, the delusion shattered into smoke and another million possibilities and phantasmal realities. An emerald green blade crossed his back, the Fallanassi Illusionist finally revealing herself - his sense of precognitive danger saving himself from being beheaded, as he genuinely had not seen the woman’s attack coming. This bought the Christori time to recover - the both of them forming a tight guard next to one another. They would press their attack, one blade coming in to his right high, the other coming in low to his left. Catching either blade ahead of his guard holding his saber-staff diagonally infront of him, he knew he would need to sacrifice a part of his guard in order to acheive a death blow. Passing inbetween the lock he would push the Fallanassi’s blade high, bypassing her with a sharp kick to her knee - the Christori’s blade slipping past the secondary saber’s guard, further stabbing him through the injured shoulder’s opposite hip. Through his use of Battlemind he had seen this coming and willingly sacrificed his arm - gaining and opening from the lock he would pull back from the blade now burning and singling the internal muscle of his shoulder, the lightsaber sliding out of the gored hole it bored through his upper body. The first blade came up, severing the Christori’s right leg - the spiraling motion whipping the second blade down from it’s higher vertical position - slashing through the Christori’s unguarded arm, across his sternum, then out through the opposite side of his neck. A sudden burn could be felt through his left leg - as the Fallanasi’s blade touched against it, burning through precious fibers and tendons necessary for automotive function. As if the Dark Side had guided his precognitive physical action - the lower blade instinctively carried it’s momentum to the other side; catching her blade before it could cut cleanly through his left thigh. Pushing up against Firrerreo’s lock, he would focus on the paincraft of Crucitorn again - setting the Fallanassi’s pain receptors ablaze - his enraged state offering him additional focus to do the impossible - execute the effects of Alter, while maintaining the lightsaber blade’s lock. As he would feel the opposite guard lighten against his own, he would push down suddenly - the miniaturized flame projector in his closest gauntlet letting forth another jet of billowing, scorching thermal energy. The flames would engulf and consume the woman, her efficient usage of illusionary aspects of the Force no avail, to save her life. Collecting the appropriate items, the Defel would immediately usurp control over the system’s security protocols. Showing themselves out of the ur-diamond mind the two Dark Jedi departed from the moon of Nothoiin, Erebos intent to keep distance between him and the Anoat sector for quite some time. Once aboard the starship Erebos would collapse in exhaustion - being rushed to proper bacta treatment in a race to save the various severed muscle structures, swifting melding the severed connecting tendon and ligament throughout his body before permanent loss of motor functions occurred.

Spoiler: Unexpected Turn of Events

Erebos awoke in the medical bay of the Defel’s fortress on Nar Shaddaa, the bacta doing well to heal the many injuries that had been inflicted upon him. He looked down, admiring the use of his hand before his attention suddenly was grabbed by a thundering shaking through the durasteel floor of the medical wing. The floor shook from an explosion, as an armed guard was thrown through the air by a concussion wave in the hall - his armor clattering loudly on the floor before Erebos’ bed, lifeless as the kinetic shock had surely killed him. A Trandoshan armed to the teeth followed the violence into the room. Saying nothing, the towering reptilian pointed it’s blaster carbine at Erebos and paused only to look down at a holo-projection from a device on his forearm, a picture captured of the Ysanna on one of his previous missions. The alien began to pull the trigger, only to struggle in agitation in the action’s futility. Erebos manipulated the Force by simply applying resistance to the creature’s finger’s pressure on the blaster’s trigger device - also applying a hold around the voracious criminal’s wind pipe, crushing it slowly. The armed mercenary would struggle further on the trigger of his weapon, to no avail. He would simply manage a guttural shout to his brothers outside the room, before he would die of strangulation. A moment too late, an entire team of Trandoshans entered the room - unloading entire clips of blasterfire on and around the bedside where Erebos still lay - fortunately for him, all set on a spread stun setting. He would awaken in the top floor of the compound, tied to a chair looking across the Defel’s command room, at the Dark Jedi Gigamesh Ire; who also was tied to an alternate chair. Their own commander, the infamous scared Dashade lay dead on the floor inbetween the both of them, a towering Trandoshan standing over the equally intimidating (yet still dead) corpse of the Dashade; holding a heavy repeater pointed down. The reptilian creature would wait for them both to fully awaken, and he would hold up a document, reading off the design, usage, and a detailed report of the monitoring analysis of a certain neural reprogramming device. The one the Defel had been using to keep control over the Ysanna for the better part of 5 years.


The Trandoshan told the Ysanna he had a choice to make. He could be vaporized, and stay loyal to the smoking ashes of his slave master in the after life. Or he could walk outside, and shoot Gigamesh Ire in the head; likewise freeing himself of his psychic thrall.It was clear now that the physical aspects of the neural reprogramming device had been disconnected by the team of Trandoshans - as for the first time in over 5 years he could see the imagery in his mind of how he wanted to commit the murder; the device and sequencing over psionic brainwashing and reprogramming keeping him from this for the last part of his adult life. The choice was obvious, he did not care the reason. The situation transpired, and Erebos was left alone in the compound; all other men not otherwise out working for the Besadii Cartel had been slaughtered that day - the rest of the evening, Erebos was left contemplating why he had been given the choice of whether he was to be spared.Realizing the truth of the confrontation the next day as to the slaughter of his Defel master, the Dark Jedi Gigamesh Ire, as he came to find out the previous date had gone down in history across the moon of Nal Hutta and the entirety of Hutt Space - entire cities referencing yesterday as ‘Desajilic Massacres’ as the Defel’s small organization’s affiliation with the Besadii Hutt Cartel had finally backfired on Gigamesh’s benefit, proving his undoing. Erebos had not chosen to shoot the Defel that day, instead he ignited one of his bloodshine crimson lightsabers, and literally cut the canine in twain; thus claiming the Defel’s infamous sunfire yellow lightsaber for his newly acquired collection. The murder took place in the streets of the Smuggler’s Moon under the well distanced, watchful eyes of the orchestrator of the entire event; Norbaal Desajilic Koragga. The Defel’s allegiance to the Besadii Hutt family drew the attention of Norbaal, the Hutt being in a seat of particular power in the Desajilic Hutt family, and chose that date to become infamous in the canals of history throughout Nal Hutta, bombing and killing many more with allegiances to the opposing Hutt cartel on that fateful date; the day in that particular month forever to be known as ‘Desajilic Massacres.’ The commanding Trandoshan left Erebos with a holo-frequency, a number to call to tell him where he could meet with Norbaal, and pay the favor he now owed him.

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After programming the compound’s entire security system to answer to only him and outfitting seek and destroy droids throughout the entire area on guard should any former employees of the Besadii Hutt family return; also outfitting the entire compound’s system with a secure encrypted channel to the bio-computer still installed inside his skull(only him having access to it now, having vaporized every last shred of it’s existence), Erebos went to pay the favor.

Spoiler: Norbaal Desajilic Koragga

Meeting with Norbaal in the vast territories of the Desajilic Hutt family in orbit around Nal Hutta, he thanked the Hutt profusely, and offered his exceeding insistence on repaying the debt. Doing so he would seek out multiple piracy gangs, some on shady areas of Nar Shaddaa, the rest spread throughout sections of Hutt space. Some he would kill outright in whatever public establishment he could find them in, others he would coerce bigger armadas of freelance pirates to vaporize them in deep space. Each target would be given the chance to serve the Desajilic family by tribute of a ridiculous portioned percentile of their profits, or die. As strange as Erebos found it, each entire crew or armada chose death; saying something about being in this particular Hutt’s pocket.

Spoiler: Norbaal Desajilic Koragga

Bringing the Hutt back a slew of deaths, Norbaal accepted the debt paid - but the Ysanna was intent on putting his abilities to a better use. He knew with the death of the Defel he could not contact the “source” which until recently revealed itself of Sith origins, from the phrik bonded alloy bracers he had been gifted through Gigamesh as the middle man, so to speak. He brought the Hutt more killed competitors and silence from those left from his shady and unethical dealings until he gained the Hutt’s trust, then he began working as Norbaal Desajilic’s personal body guard, assassin, and hand when it came to aspects and jobs he had no one else of ample talent to perform.


Erebos learned quite a lot from operating so close to the Hutt, learning a vast amount of the criminal underworld - across all sectors of the galaxy - from Norbaal, and how to benefit from it. Erebos’ efficiency in collection, invasion, or otherwise hostile take over became infamous throughout Hutt Space and later across the Outer Rim territories in general; using the fortress on Nar Shaddaa as his place of operation - he let his name fade into the dust of history, adopting a new name to both aid avoiding the wrath of the Jedi Order (who chased any sign of his birth name or recorded face with a vengeance) and to better fit his current choice of occupation. Internecion, playing off the term internecine; mutual destruction, or mutual slaughter. Through time, only the Hutt, Norbaal Desajilic Koragga, would know him by the name Erebos Kaan, and those of the Jedi Order that still hunted him in hopes of bringing the murderer to justice; whom would from that point forward only recognize him by facial confirmation - leading the Dark Jedi to adorn himself in frightening helms, occasionally adorned with a durasteel replica (sometimes real, depending on the mask he chooses depending on the situation and date) of a human skull over the face of the helmet. This time the name would live up to the man’s reputation; as he would carve a more frightening legacy with his new name, Internecion, then he ever did under the reference of Erebos Kaan. Bringing the Hutt body after body, scalp after scalp, as if he were aspiring to become known among the Desajilic cartel as Norbaal’s personal instrument of carnage, his harbringer and herald of death. Internecion present on that fateful night on Nal Hutta, at the feasting hall of the Desajilic Grand Palace when Norbaal’s uncle (then Lorda) exploded in a cloud of gore and innards. Shortly afterward an explosive device being found in the entrails of the Hutt Lorda, Norbaal’s expulsion from the Palace followed. Internecion of course followed his befriended employer out of his service and employment of the Desajilic family, yet in his mind his only true employment was to the creauture that had freed him from his mental thrall under Gigamesh Ire, the one whom had destroyed his past in a single night, then built his future afterward. The time he spent working for the Hutt, he had grown to look at him as a friend; a deep respect building, and admiration for his perspective on the galaxy and what it had to offer him. Internecion’s perspective seemed to mold after the Hutt quite a bit, from that point on. Greed and conquest becoming two integral attributes in the Dark Jedi; believing he never deserved slavery again, also beginning to despise it at great length developing a personal vendetta; hiding such disdain from his Hutt employer, it may have been evidenced however in how much joy and glee the armored lightsaber wielding assassin got from killing pirate groups previously on.

Internecion followed Norbaal as he bribed his way into the interstellar crime syndicate known as Black Sun, using stashes of Nova Crystals the Hutt had procured before his exile from the Palace on Nal Hutta as a Vigo in the vast shadowy, far reaching organization. Working as the Hutt’s right hand man during his command over their Spice Trading Operations based out of one of the moons of Oba Diah, Internecion often found himself journeying to the planet itself to oversee the mining and processing of the Glitter Stim in the mines underneath the planet crust’s surface while the Hutt dealt with his own Spice Den on the moon of the planet; developing a carnal symbiotic attachment to the massive energy spiders producing the pure form of the product, thus offering him a valuable service to offer the Spice trade. As Norbaal Desajilic amassed a fortune (stashing it away in bank accounts across the Galaxy) Internecion spent the next decade making certain Norbaal maintained the trust and good favor of the Hutt’s fellow Council of Vigos, keeping in contact with them through encrypted holo-channels that were erased and their evidence scattered into nothingness, whom were dispersed throughout the other far reaching six sectors of the charted Galaxy - expanding their Spice Operation tenfold and improving their Outer Rim arms trafficking rings and weapons production to other systems. Also fatefully crash landing on a planet, and learning a valuable martial art in the process; which he molds through the better part of ten years with an expert tier self-taught training of Form IV: Ataru to better meld it into his fearsome Mastery over his Jar’Kai variant of Form: VII Juyo. Over a decade Internecion created an enterprise establishing himself personally on behalf of Black Sun throughout the Outer Rim territories; (originally, mid-way he ensured his position working among the other Vigos by developing a hold over various Spice mines, especially all of them except the mine on Oba Diah which he simply maintained for Black Sun) in the Spice Triangle (particularly the planet Roon), Troiken in the Colundra sector, Kemix in the Yeminis sector, Ventooine in the Corva sector(which produced sansanna spice and a mineral called shadeshine with interesting properties).

Spoiler: Management Prospect

Also establishing several personally owned hidden Spice processing facilities stationed in asteroid clusters throughout the Cloak of the Sith region of the Outer Rim, in the Abrion sector. The area hard to navigate which was what drew him to Roon and the Spice Triangle originally, only accessible through two hyperspace routes; the Manda-Roon Merchant Route, or the one he chose to focus on, the Death Wind Corridor which was a more secret“back door”into the Roon system so to speak, offering less surveillance of his activities by any potential unseen observance. Many of the Spice mines on these planets: Roon, Troiken, Kemix, and Ventooine, were also previously owned; the proprietors of said mines being upstanding men in the underground Spice trade, but by Internecion’s judgement, horrible beings whom deserved death as they employed cheap slaved for the mining. Internecion contracted a man by the name of Geir Ambros whom represented a mercenary group called the Frontier Buccaneers (hiring only Ambros of course) whom aided him in killing most of the hired guards and slave drivers in the mines of all of these planets, and liberating all the slaves therein Geir himself giving them ample transport out of the sector and to safe systems elsewhere. To be certain the actions did not return in bad form or business - Internecion finding each and every owner or land proprietor of said Spice mines, each mineral rights owner, and called upon aspects of the Force which bend a man’s mind against them; forcing them to force themselves, to sign their lands over for modest prices, before killing themselves. This was what ensured his survival among the ranks of Spice lords and crime bosses under the Council of Vigos overseeing Black Sun, he ensured he always had something they could not replace. The distribution was another story, in due time. He paid Geir Ambros handsomely, and admired the man for his swordsmanship and innovation in combat - promising the man work any time he needed it.

Hearing of a profitable Spice mine on the planet Kessel, Internecion received a transmission from a most note worthy source. The holo-frequency was deeply encoded, encrypted with skill the Ysanna had never witnessed before; the only clue to whom it was from were two statements spoken in perfect ancient Sith dialect: “kotswinot itsu” (translated; my chains break) - “midwanottoi” (for - to power) suggesting that the enigmatic unknown “source” identified as a Sith Master knew of his location. Suggesting he had orchestrated Norbaal’s plan to have Internecion murder his former teacher, the Defel Gigamesh Ire in the streets of Nar Shaddaa that day, thus breaking the chain’s of slavery (as deduced through the statement engraved on the left bracer he currently wore on his left arm - kotswinnot itsu, my chain’s break) the Dark Jedi Defel had over him in the form of the neural reprogramming device and psychic brainwashing. Destroying 15 years of being taught to love and uphold the mantra of the Jedi Order into a twisted and perverted ideal of love and adherence to the mantra of credits and greed, cashing the corpses of Jedi into a Sith Master for financial abundance. Strangely enough, Internecion began to adhere to the ideal; how better a way to live, he thought, then in the abundance of something you can buy anything with. The love of abundance, no matter how dark and malicious you become in the process. Following the coordinates to the Honoghr system in the Kessel sector, Internecion’s starship is shot down above the planet of Honoghr by an unknwon source. He can only speculate who would have a motive or the technology to orchestrate this, but in truth Internecion never discovered how shot him down that day - yet in truth it was one in the same that such speculation would conclude; the unknown source, the Sith Master whom had been watching him the day the Defel slaughtered his entire Ysanna tribe on Ossus - whether the Sith was after the Sith holocron or Erebos Kaan himself all those years ago, only the future could tell. Crash landing directly in the center of the capital city of Nystao, the planet Honoghr’s 100% population was strictly of the sentient species called Noghri, their main import technology food and medicine, their main export bodyguards and hereditary assassins. A primitive humanoid species they had steely gray or blue skin and were extremely prized assassins due to their stealth and their natural prowess at hand-to-hand combat. They were small sized killing machines, with claws, fangs, and an acute sense of smell so refined genetically that one could smell a being’s bloodline and ancestry (during the year he spent on Honoghr he learned to refine his usage of augmenting his senses with the Force to such a point his sense of smell could distinguish a recalled individual’s bloodline similar to the manner the Noghri could) if they had met an ancestor or kin and could recognize it cognitively. Culturally they respected honor above all else, a clan-based civilization, revolving around the Dukha or community building at the center of every village, where Internecion cashed into their capital city thus wrecked his starship directly into what the entire civilization called their Grand Dukha, where the Dynasts (patriarch leaders) and the Maitrakhs (matriarch leaders) discussed matters involving the species, and the entire planet as a whole. He was taken into custody by the skilled warriors of the race, and brought before the High Seat, or where the clan leader of the Grand Dukha resided.

Spoiler: Stava Cont.

Adjusting his translator to the necessary function, he would pardon his intrusion in their most sacred city and plead for the necessary components to repair his starship; as communicative functions had been lost on his ship from the turbolaser of the unknown assailant, and the holo-channel built into his armor had been failing since damage inflicted from the crash landing. The head Dynast calmly explained they were a race of honor, and he held no honor among them. The highest honor they adhered to, was one forged in combat. Thus, Internecion began to earn their respect - an already accomplished martial artist in his training, he was astonished to see himself easily beaten in hand to hand combat; at the contrary easily besting even their most prized fighters, in melee armed combat; blunt or edged weapon, it did not matter he emerged victorious no matter the choice in weapon. He engaged them in a trade of knowledge. He taught them swordsmanship (which could be dissecting into other weapons as well, in the form of perspective) and in exchange they trained him in the fearsome martial art of their species and homeworld; Stava, named after a quadruped carnivore on their planet. The art employed joint-locks, pressure points, nerve pinches, takedowns, and quick and dead strikes; putting majority emphasis on speed and endurance, able to dodge blaster bolts with acrobatics, rolls, and sheer offensive prowess. Internecion spent a year furthering their already expansive combat knowledge in armed, as well as some ranged weapons such as boomarang styled returning bladed disks - while able to combine the task with his education over bladed weaponry to the species, he attained an Expert level self-taught tutelage over the IVth form of lightsaber combat, Ataru exposing itself in evasive dodges and leaps; having already delved into the art he merely refined it further with an entire race of ready combatants to test the form on and practice, and though a year does seem short in duration of time when one is only living and breathing martial combat, the span of learning does quicken. Molding the Stava based recreation of Ataru into his already vast mastery over the VIIth form, Juyo - the entire hybridized swordsmanship style carried an undercurrent of Jar’Kei’s elements, as such bringing the saber-staff into the form in finality as such aspects of Trakata would also be blended in.

Repairing the damages to his ship and parting from the honorable species he abandoned his search for Kessel, happy with what he had learned in the sector attributed to the planet’s name - returning to Norbaal’s Spice den on the moon of Oba Diah. Now controlling his connection into the Spice Triangle for Black Sun, personal ownership over several Spice mines across the Outer Rim, and several hidden Spice processing compounds stationed throughout asteroid clusters in the Cloak of the Sith region of space Internecion felt it time for him to concentrate his attention on further tightening his strange hold over his polished position within Black Sun - as Norbaal had amassed enough fortunes to buy his way out of the organization, and back into the ranks of his family, the Desajilic Hutt Cartel. First, Internecion established an illegal Datalog - writing the program himself, the log would materialize in different parts of the HoloNet and destroy itself, rewrite itself, and establish itself on a different region of the HoloNet (a prototype, still very crude reforming AI in an algorithm) - once a purchase had been offered either party would communicate elsewhere to set up details in person, and once the customer was heavily analyzed, watched, and his family had been threatened the transaction would occur. This made an immense amount of credits early on, and the further the Black Sun Vigo Council showed interest, the more he established processes where if anything happened to him or the Datalog outside of his knowledge then entire program would shut itself down, never to reappear ever again as any evidence it had ever been written had been destroyed upon it’s activation; with the program changing too often and rapidly to be analyzed long enough to be duplicated in it’s coding, not only encrypted as far as viewing it’s specific make-up coding, but ever changing which made it too fast to even see in that form so to speak. His creation of this gives suggestion that Internecion developed knowledge over Mechu-Deru at some point, or had an affinity for it to begin with, his creation of his armor and weaponry yet another example. With booming success, the Datalog even garnered the attention of representatives from Czerka Corporations. Furthermore, with the arms trafficking ring running at an outstanding level, he returned his attention to the Spice trade. He had already expansively handled the resource issue for the Vigos - they orchestrated the smuggling ring, personnel, and protection - now to finalize his place in the organization he now sought out the matter of distribution. Along with the beautifully decimating art of Stava, the anonymous Sith Master (who at this point he had the suspicion was monitoring him somehow; omnipresence possibly) seemed to proverbially shoot him out of the sky to make him land right in the solution, so to speak in reference to his now finalized lightsaber form.

Spoiler: Bensin Illias

Receiving another strangely encrypted transmission almost the very instant he turned his attention on this next venture, once again heralded by the token phrase “kotswinot itsu - midwanottoi | my chains break - to/for power” the transmission this time withheld the coordinates to meet with a man named Bensin Illias. Using Black Sun’s resources he looked into the name, and discovered him to be well versed and expanded in the distribution side of the Spice trade, well outside the confines of the Outer Rim as a whole; alas, exactly the person Internecion needed to become acquainted with. Setting up a meeting with the man, the two of them working together for a year expanding both of their lucrative enterprises. Around this time Bensin Illias revealed the deal he had struck with the enigmatic Sith Master, for the first time Internecion confirming the elusive being to be of the fragmented, esoteric Sith Order. The Sith had begun the work, and Internecion was to finish it; Bensin Illias a man after more ... Legitimate business frontiers. He wished to become a trade baron, and had the capital and connections to do so at any moment; he had not because of the number of competitors in the trade communities he wished to ascend to and become a part of, in time, also intending on seizing and assimilating the corporations into the model he had written out for himself. The design would succeed, but first these competitors needed to be taken out of the equation. The Sith Master was to send Bensin a “Sith Enforcer” to finish to task of killing five independently wealthy and powerful trade barons in the Mid Rim, requiring him to make the murders look like suicide. In exchange Illias remains loyal to the Sith’s cause and provides a secret cabal of Dark Siders with funding, weaponry, resources, and other assets useful for an apparent military campaign. Internecion could sense the tainting mark of the Dark Side of the Force on the individual, he could discern that the man had been seduced by it; tempted by it’s promises of power channeled through this Sith Master, and fallen for it’s offerings it’s slave now. Internecion struck an additional deal. He agreed he would clear a path for Bensin Illias’ success but there was an additional stipulation - he would turn over his authority and connections in all it’s totality over his distribution network of the Spice trade into the Mid Rim and galactic Core to Internecion. Without another word the deal was struck, and the two parted ways; planning to rendezvouz after the objective was complete.



Internecion had become exceptionally skilled in his affinities of telekinesis and energy manipulation(ie; pyrokinesis and cryokinesis) in the Force but regarding the realms of telepathic manipulation beyond some fortitude in telepathy and mental defensive barriers his abilities were somewhat rudimentary. He showed skill in two rather unique abilities in the Force in the following endeavor; the rare ability to use the Force to photo-kinetically bend light and sound waves around oneself rendering them invisible to visual and audio detection(the one skill not taught to him originally by the Defel), and the ability to phase through solid objects - though the later taught to him in original premise by the Defel requiring further refining, it was only used in critical situations as he could not yet phase his weaponry and armor with him nothing beyond clothing, an outer cloak, and his lightsabers. He accomplished the assassinations flawlessly, one way or the other ensuring no turmoil could come back from the random situations; even waiting long periods of time throughout the Mid Rim and the Expansion Regions as to not produce a chain of deaths in a subsequent order. The plan transpired perfectly, Bensin Illias ascending to the caste of a powerful trade baron; meeting a woman named Jehk the daughter of a Galactic Senator(whom ends up under the thrall of the Sith Master as well) and marrying her.


Bensin and Jehk had a son by the name of Maro Illias whom Internecion would later allow into the fold of his Black Sun dealings. Bensin continued to become a legitimate businessman and followed up his end of the bargain to the anonymous Sith Master by offering better wares to the Order in the form of shipyards and better weaponry. As promised Baron Illias also gave Internecion complete control over his distribution market and ring of dealers throughout the Mid Rim and the Expansion Regions, whom in turn smuggled much of the product further to the Inner Rim. During this time Internecion also started a highly profitable business arrangement with a Silas Amory, arranging assassinations for the man of a more political agenda to the extent of the Galactic Senate, and offering him smuggling connections giving him consumer market available for purchase of a plethora of black market products; Amory receiving a finder’s fee and offering Internecion a humble one as well in additional to the profit off the top the Dark Jedi receives after spent capital on the goods. Returning to the moon of Oba Diah to the newly instated Vigo (a Dathomirian by the name of Sheire) his accomplishments solidified his backing of Black Sun; furthering the connection through chemicals and subtle brain washing techniques he had learned from Gigamesh Ire’s conditioning he had undergone, rendering Sheire for all intents and purposes Internecion’s puppet.

SKILLS: -Stealth Assassination, Subterfuge: Kaan has spent the majority of his life hunting down Jedi or other high profile bounty marks, and bringing them in disabled, mutilated, or otherwise deceased. Having originally gained his name under the Desajilic Hutt cartel - most of his high profile marks were executed through sheer use of virtual invisibility, and setting the situation ahead of time. Erebos has advanced training in patience, and analysis of his foe and situation before martial confrontation. Already holding a natural affinity for this; once he joined the Sith Brotherhood his training only sharpened an exceedingly surgical blade.

-Erudite in Warfare; Modernized and Otherwise: Highly experienced in the form of explosives, remote detonation, sniping, close quarters combat, protective cyberwarfare (anti-hacking/anti-slicing), most known ranged weapons, acrobatics, tracking, guerrilla and suburban warfare (ie. Going into independently bordered but otherwise hostile areas, arming and training citizens to fit political motives, executing catalysts in the form of assassinations and watching events unfold from afar), analysis and surveillance (ie. Establishing loose spy networks over a city and collecting information relies, including encrypting said data relies and communications), and setting up remote audio and visual tracking and remote trapping.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Above all else, Erebos Kaan has gained a name of infamy through his use with the lightsaber, accompanied by assortments of hidden maneuvers in combat; adhering to the philosophy; there are no rules in war. Having attained mastery over Form VII: Juyo, he has adjusted his particular style to a more conservative, defensive-offense theory; incorporating an Expert level training in Form IV: Ataru; keeping the acrobatics tight, reserved for evasive measures and finishing sweeping movements. With the higher generalized Jar’Kai accompanying it he has been known to employ dual sabers which attach on either end to form a saberstaff; often falling back on the techniques of Trakata - keeping one blade active to parry and counter attack with, and upon opportune openings activating the formerly dormant blade in lethal stabbing motions under his opponent’s open guard. Furthermore, Internecion has developed a Mastery over the Noghri martial art of Stava, blending it into his hybridized lightsaber form with ferocious efficiency. Erebos’ Juyo is an aggressive form feared by his peers, and dreaded by his enemies.


Form VII: Juyo - Master

Form IV: Ataru - Expert

Jar’Kei - Expert

Trakata - Expert

Stava - Master


GEAR:

Personal:
Dual bracers - one housing miniature flame thrower, the other housing a concealed hold-out blaster with spread stun setting.
Bolas - 2 Magna Bolas, 2 Energy Bolas
Blasters - Double-barreled blaster carbine; sawed off variant, SMG fashioned compact repeater, tri-barreled repeater blaster rifle.
Slugthrowers - slug thrower sidearm; silenced variant with full-automatic setting, flechette pistol.
Net Gun - pistol variant; carries disabling electro-net cartridges, wounding razor net cartridges, and lethal monofilament net cartridges.
Grenades - 2 cryo grenades, 2 electro-net grenades, 2 glop grenades, 2 TDs, 2 concussion grenades - on a grenade sling wrapped around stomach region below chest plate of generic heavy armor.
Misc. Projectiles - 5 Rodian-repulsor throwing razors-biotic grenades.
Dual Bloodshine Red Lightsabers - interconnectable at ends, conjoined into saberstaff - phrik alloy, either blade emitter forged with a guard to protect knuckles of hands from parried blades glancing down either of his blades' lengths.

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[Sapphire Storm]

You might want to change the rank from Sith Lord to Sith. Sith Lord is another rank all on its own that is above Sith.

 

[Internecion]

Edited.

 

[Ral]

You should ask Clayton to look over that tech and ask if it needs a tech profile, because some of it (ammo, cloak, braces), looks more than just standard generic tech.

 

[Darasuum]

love the amount of art on this.

 

[Green Ranger]

The tech on this will need to be submitted and reviewed, since even a cursory glance indicates that it will need to be nerfed.

 

[Kiro]

The tech on this will need to be submitted and reviewed, since even a cursory glance indicates that it will need to be nerfed.

Yeah, pretty much this. Alot of it is WAY too advanced for this timeline, such as your pistols and their ammo, nevermind the cloak/cowl, the boots, and especially the bracers...

 

[Richie B.]

@Internecion you should really make those tech profiles before bringing them into a thread buddy.

 

[Internecion]

Reference my response to your post on my profile, and take this kind of thing there or to a PM in the future, thanks.

 

[Outlander]

wooooooooah

You are doing a whole lot with this profile. Like, seriously, outside your character, so much stuff is being added lore wise here. I'm gonna take some time to look through, because a few things i've seen already are out of line with the Canon we're working with.

 

[Nor'baal]

Why is my character referenced in this? I didn't sign off on this, and if I did it's been severely edited since then.

 

[Outlander]

Ok, so, at best, most of this profile needs to be either scrapped or reworked. I'm sorry to say that, since it seems apparent you put a lot of work into this; but it also looks like the same problems with your tech are present here.

Ok, I'll take this from the top of the profile to the bottom. For starters, and this applies to the entire profile, please for the love of whatever deity exists in whatever nth dimension cut down the fluff. This profile is such an immense slog to read through as it stands; while I can't prove it, I also suspect this is the reason why a lot of my points haven't been brought up before now.

So, stats wise, he's amazing at everything except wisdom? And even then, you make mention, indirectly albeit, that these skills have very good synergy. For example, he's strong enough to stand up against a Wookie, and uses a certain amount of dexterity to make him appear even stronger by attacking at someone's weakest point? I mean, that's a huge blanket statement just saying you strike at weak points.

Right off the bat as I start reading the bio, this screams 'Special Snowflake' to me. Your character's parents where not only amazing Jedi in the Order, his father was such a skilled fighter as to surpass all the other best fighters of a group who are already really good at it. This is also incongruous, as im fairly sure the Jedi Order don't frown on romance in this timeline as they do in the future.

Side Note: Did you ask @Bauren or @Marcus or @Elijah Brockway about any of the Jedi History stuff? In not sure if it's required, but you're adding a lot of their stuff to your backstory, and it has implications reaching beyond just your character.

Now we learn about his upbringing, but to me it all just looks like an excuse for him to be amazing from a young age. I mean, you have the literal best combatant on the planet, who also happens to be a former amazing Jedi and somehow mildly pacifistic(?) to boot. You even directly say how he's better than his father, who you prior established is amazing, fantastic, magnaflorious, etc. This is basically a Mary Sue setup.

Side Note: You'll need to approve that pistol through the tech board if your character uses it in RPs.

So, Jedi Mission, Sith Holocron, Dead Village, Dead Mother. That's fine.

The training and such bugs me. You established that there are powerful warriors on this planet, who you have this Dark Jedi kill. He then kills your character's father, who you've built up as amazing. This seems like it's done entirely to create an even bigger force for your character to kill, and inversely show how powerful he is. Not only that, but you introduce this elite Jedi killing strike force in a throwaway line.

Quick side note: The status on Sonic Technology is kind of in limbo at the moment.

So, your character is, at this point, the disciple of an incredibly powerful Dark Jedi, and the former apprentice, and child of, two of the Jedi Order's best Jedi? I mean, I don't know really anything about your character at this point except he hates the Dark Jedi and is now apparently selfish? So much emphasis is put on what he learns and what trials he faces that the actual
character aspect is almost completely lost. Not to mention that the RP is meant to allow for you to build your skills over time, as well as developing your story. But as it stands, what else could you possibly learn or add to all of this?

I'm gonna have to divide this critique up into a few posts. Consider this part one.

 

[Outlander]

Sorry for the double post before part two, but I'm tagging @Marf and @Sapphire Storm here since its their call on Sith matters.

 

[Marf]

I'll be honest, the gratuitous amount of fluff, ie: "honing their species’ natural affinity in the telekinetic propelling, and guidance of projectiles and other flying extensions of war to a point that surpassed even the clan leaders and elders of the Ysanna" and awful formatting make this quite hard to read.

Going into graphic detail about powers, skills and weapons is not necessary for a biography and detracts from the actual story, making it harder for the reader to figure out what's going on. Describing powers in too much detail is also rather Mary Sue-ish and makes the character seem "super-duper". Detailed description should be reserved for imagery, mood, characters and scene setting, when you're describing your characters' sword or gun every third sentence, it just becomes clutter and it's poor writing, it's not even interesting or pleasing to read. I strongly recommend toning that down.

I couldn't give a bloody f^ck about what skills and weapons people's characters have. I'm reading through this looking for the details regarding the Sith, and all I'm finding is guns and powers >.>

I didn't mean to sound harsh, it's just the way I talk. You've got a cool concept here, he just needs a bit more refining is all.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

I can say -- oh, wait.

*puts on official AFL hat*

I can say that I don't mind the character's father having been a librarian for the archives, so long as he wasn't the head librarian - I don't even care much if he was a respected Jedi in the order, at least among the people that knew about him (it's not like the entirety of the Jedi Order would, it's big). I also don't mind the mother having been a proficient Jedi Healer that other people within that circle of people would know about. I would take issue with the idea of them being presented as some of the best Jedi of the order with whatever ridiculous high ranks they should supposedly have for that, if only because I never like it when people have their backstory describe important-ish stuff in another faction's history without consulting the people in charge of that other faction first. Heck, people got on me for having a Dark Jedi initiate last timeline who had previously been Padawan to a Jedi Master before crashing on Dagobah, when said master and the character as well had no knowledge at all of where the Jedi were hiding out and everything. That was relatively inconsequential and I still had to get it okayed. Meanwhile, it does - to an extent - look like you're setting up your character's parents to be the best. jedi. evar. =P

I do, however, find issue with the fact that you describe your character's father as having been the best of the best out of an entire demographic on a planet, and then set your character up as having been better than him and having his name molded into "myth and legend" at a relatively young age. That just screams "look at me I'm awesome I'm a special snowflake mary sue." I doubt that's what you were going for, but still. Mary Sue parents and a Mary Sue child just don't look good.

Also, Outlander was right, the Jedi don't frown on romance in this timeline.

Other than that, every complaint I'd have with the profile has been mentioned already by Outlander or Marf, so I'm just going to stop here.

 

[Outlander]

So, Part Two here I come.

I'll be starting where I left off at the first lesson. Now, the thing that strikes me right off the bat is a republic special operations team escorting a Jedi Knight. Again, I'd probably have to ask @Elijah Brockway or @TAC / @Beta12 , but the Republic doesn't have any formalized military or official relations with the Jedi Order. They also largely don't operate in the Outer Rim considering the Republic is primarily in the Core to the Mid-Rim.

Beyond that, apparently this strike group has enough money to buy off an entire citie's worth of law enforcement and government officials all the way up to the mayor? I mean, I know his family was held, but if that could happen without its own set of bribes then why did all of this have to happen at all? I can't really comment on the combat or aftermath, since they basically can't happen in the current Canon. Considering the Jedi and the Sith hadnt fought for a good while until the start of this current timeline.

Yeah, all of this next part needs to go through the Jedi Leadership. You're not only going into actual Jedi space, but using a Frigate and apparently powerful Jedi going to a temple that the Jedi OOC leadership don't know about.

Beyond that, I had a bit of a WTF moment while reading the fight and seeing that your character magic bulleted a custom sniper shot (using unapproved tech) into a lightsaber, up through the wielder's shoulder, and into a second Jedi.

Ok, truth time. There is no way I can read more of this bio; at least the lore pieces. It is incredibly, and fundamentally, flawwed due to a lack of knowledge on this timeline. So, I'll just quickly go over the highlights.

You seriously managed to penetrate through the Republic and Jedi to Tython?

You're going to need to approve those bracers through the tech board.

I can't even decipher what's going on when you start talking about hutts supplying rebels with weapons against imperials. It makes me think this is almost straight ported from another timeline.

Ok, this is a huge issue I see with the profile. You keep mentioning all these amazing Sith powers you have throughout the profile, and it's just way too much. Like, in three lines, you give yourself three advanced Sith powers. Not only that, but this is going counter to the new views of the force used in the current timeline. Again, Marry Sue.

So, I'll make my next set later, but I don't think I can read any more now.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

I appoint Outlander to be my official profile reader from now until the end of time.

 

[Outlander]

I appoint Outlander to be my official profile reader from now until the end of time.

Oh god no. I already have a part time job on the tech boards ;_;

 

[Elijah Brockway]

and I'm still around to smack you upside the head regarding that if needed so just do what i say and we're good

 

[Outlander]

and I'm still around to smack you upside the head regarding that if needed so just do what i say and we're good

Oh.

Ok.