Lost Sheep

[Mid Samekh]

Ilum
15:29 standard time

Midwan Samekh sat in the main chamber of the Sacellum, on his knees in front of the altar. His helmet and both lightsabers were placed neatly in front of him on the ground as he held his hands out to the altar with his eyes closed. While his home was actually still on Korriban, he frequently made trips to the church as per his new duty as Speaker for the Dark Side.

He didn't complain, though. The Dark Side was strong on Ilum and it invigorated him as he sat there in prayer.

The doors to the massive chamber were closed, an attempt by him to keep out the cold winds. High Priestess Fox told him of a possible new member coming to join, so he sat patiently as he awaited the arrival of this potential new brother in the Force.

His prayers were interrupted when he felt a disturbance in the force. Someone was approaching the planet and the temple. His eyes opened and a smile creeped up on his face as he got rather excited of the idea of welcoming another lost sheep into the Church of the Sith.

He regained his composure quickly, closing his eyes and continuing with his prayers as he awaited the new presence to enter.

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[Shizuo Aramusha]

The cold was bitter as it bit into Shizuo's face, his teeth gritting as he tried to maintain a straight course forward towards the large doors ahead of him. The winds of Illum seemed stronger then when he'd first set down, howling as the snow clung to his massive form. The creature that could no longer be called a Kyuzo strode forward, raising a hand as a few ragged coughs ripped through his chest and throat.

The sith knew not why he had come to this place, not truly at least. Rumors of a group who worshiped the dark side of the force had floated across his attention, and inquiring had brought him to this world. A world from what he heard, had once belonged to the Jedi.

'Jedi...those strange aberrations of the force...' Shizuo had encountered a jedi, only once. He felt them use the force, something was aiding them in their battle. But it felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. There was no hatred, nor anger, nor even a twinge of passion. It was a lack of substance and presence, like fighting an empty husk that was as strong as he had been.

'I should have learned more...I should have murdered him. Drained him of all that he was....spilled his blood. Broken his bones. Reveled in death. Need more blood. More Rage! More Hatred! More Killing! Kill Now!'

"Silence!" Shizuo reached a metal hand to clutch at his temple, the howling of wind reaching his ear as a scream of a beast. The beast inside of him, unleashed when he had awakened new power from the Sorceress. She had repaired his broken body, forced the dark side and some darker arts to twist him into this new thing.

"I need power....More then what I had now.." Shizuo said as he took away his hand, a small trail of blood and a bit of greenish mist leaving his forehead, walking towards the doors of this place. They said they that this group had found something. Something in the force beyond rage. Beyond the hunger. Shizuo needed to know what this something was. He had to, "My power is nothing...If I can't control it myself."

He came to a stop in front of the doors, reaching out with the force as he worked to push them open. The jedi had claimed that the force clung to him like a veil of rot. He didn't know if his presence felt like death, or if that young man had simply never felt a sith before. But regardless, the strange looking sith reached forth and opened the doors, walking slowly inside as the winds whipped around him.

 

[Mid Samekh]

The doors opened...and Mid immediately wanted to yell at him to close it once again. Sand storms, cold desert nights, these were nothing strange to the Pureblood. Freezing cold winds that somehow manage to become even colder, that was something he was not used to. The heavy duraplast armour and black silk cloak also didn't do anything to ward of this cold.

He brushed the petty ideas aside. This soul was here perhaps looking for the church, how could he be angry at someone for simply opening a door. He felt the person's presence. Dark, powerful, filled with rage and anger yet there was something else to it as well...something far darker that Mid never felt before.

"Welcome, my friend!" he called out to the being. He lowered his hands and stood up, his towering figure rising from the floor. Using the force he pulled his lightsabers up and clipped them onto his belt and his helmet found its way under his right arm. The black cloak covering his armour flapped around wildly in the wind as it blew past him from the door.

He turned to face the being...and what a sight it was. The Pureblood was most certainly not short by any stretch of the imagination, but this guy was huge. He stretched his left hand out and gestured for the man to enter. "Please, come in! No need to stand in that blasted cold when you can find sanctuary in here!" he said cheerfully and kindly, his voice echoing in the chamber.

"One might think that spending fifty years of your life in the deserts of Korriban might prepare you for this cold, but this is just simply ridiculous." he said with a chuckle as he approached the absolute unit of a man, attempting to break the ice(hehe) before getting down to business.

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[Shizuo Aramusha]

Shizuo came to a stop more or less in the middle of the chamber, looking to the Sith Pureblood as he nodded. "The cold...I suppose it is..." Shizuo's voice was off, like two people speaking at once as he looked back to the doors. He reached out and with a growl of his throat, willed the doors to move back closed, shutting the wind out as he looked back towards the red skinned fellow sith.

"This place...I hear rumors that a group resides here...Those who speak of a different way, to use the force..." Shizuo turned back to meet Mid Samekh. He took a slow and somewhat wheezing breath as he spoke, and his eyes burned with an anger inside as he looked the man up and down, "Are you one such member of this group?...A member of the Church of Sith?"

Shizuo opened and closed his fist as he spoke, an anxiousness inside of him as he took in a few labored breaths. The rage that always burned inside of him, the hate that refused to die, even now was howling where the wind no longer was. It was all Shizuo could do to keep it held back as he spoke, fighting through his force of will to speak to this man as an equal, and not try to give the beast the taste of blood it ever presently craved.

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[Mid Samekh]

"Thanks for that." Mid said, nodding his head in the direction of the doors that just slammed shut.

Mid looked the beast over. He was big, standing a few inches above the Pureblood and he was most certainly in the same weight class. He could also feel the rage emanating from him and that feeling was solidified by the man's eyes practically glowing with hatred. This was no normal sith, he was powerful. Having a formidable warrior like this to take the fight to enemies of the dark side would be a tremendous advantage. No doubt the Head Priestess would most certainly be intrigued by this man.

"Yes, I'm part of this order. We try to stay away from the way other sith use the force. Instead of using it as a weapon like so many others do for their own selfish gains, we aim to give back to it. We use our power to please the dark side, whether it be by helping lost sheep out of their ignorance and spreading its word...or to smite the enemies of the Dark Side in righteous burning fury." he gave the rundown of the order, a maniacal toothy grin coming to his face as he explained the last part. It was quite clear which part of his service this Pureblood was enjoying.

"In doing so our connection to the Dark Side grows and with that our power grows, as we give back that which we have used so selfishly. Is this what you are looking for, or are you here for a different reason?" he said more calmly.

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