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(OOC: Just to clarify, this RP is to take place and ICly occur before any upcoming events between Master Avara and Xeno's character(s)/characters of said faction. Initial posting order for Jedi is Trell, Denzein, Bac (should Bac wish to participate...please do), after which point I don't really care about posting order. Andreus has a 12+ hour trip alone in hyperspace, so I will post independently of the above order until my IC arrival at Empress Teta.
Dark Cloud and I are obviously collaborating on the material for the next few posts.)
Millions of microscopic shards of darkness began eating away at Andreus' mind. The oily contamination of the padawan's brain began to spread. The padawan didn't know how to control it, really. He tried to meditate, but found his concentration slowly corroded away. He knew he required the wisdom of the Jedi Masters. Masters he had alerted to his arrival, if only they would get the kriffing message. And the shards of darkness, long ago dispersed ironically enough by that Sith's mindwipe, began to join together, to form cracks in Andreus' will...
Da says today is special. I turn four today! Da has spent every moment I know of preparing me for this. For something special. He makes me work hard. I don't know how he does it, but he does. People are scared of him. Maybe that's why. Sometimes I'm scared of him. But not today. Not this day! Today is special. Da has something special planned for me.
He takes me to a bar. The bar owner complains I'm a kid. Then shuts up for some reason. We sit down; Da gets a drink. Then he hands me a toy blaster. "Why don't you play with it?" he asks me with a grin. I smile back. "Why don't you play with it...over there." He points at someone in the corner. I am so happy--my first toy!
I do what Da says. He wants me to play. So I point the toy at the guy in the corner. This will be so fun! I pull the trigger. I blow a smoking hole through the guy's face. The toy is real!
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Da's happiness fills the entire bar. I'm so happy. My first kill! Of course, Da and I are the only two happy people. The rest of the people in the bar attack! Da immediately turns on his lightsaber and swings it in front of me, to protect me from all the blasters. I hear the glorious sign of necks crushing and crunching and people crashing into walls. It's just wonderful! Blood starts running down the walls, which are dented by people's heads. I decide to play with my toy again. I blow another hole through someone's chest. Another kill! This is just so fun!
Da is a blur. I'm randomly playing, having fun. I blow a few more blackened holes into people. Just a minute later, we're the only two people left. What a birthday bash! Da once again proclaims:
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I feel so proud of myself today for helping Da. For helping Da do his job. For helping Da to...kill...
Andreus felt his heart thumping out of his chest. He broke into a cold sweat. What now? He had kriffing cut down people in cold blood on his fourth kriffing birthday, as some sort of sick initiation rite. And he'd enjoyed himself doing it! He shuddered to think of what justice would look like. Did he have death warrants out on him? Would the Jedi hand him over for capital murder he had done as a kid? Andreus was scared. And yet it had been fun. The Dark Side beckoned to him...to have fun. To enjoy life. The Dark Side had had plans for him, after all. The darkness had plans for him to become the greatest assassin who had ever lived.
Andreus shuddered. He couldn't, he just couldn't. The thought of him killing people just for fun made his blood run cold. Darth Oseth had tried to kill him for fun. He'd almost killed his own son without realizing it. No he couldn't succumb. He tried reciting the Jedi Code--it was all he could think of--but he found his thoughts consumed by horror and revulsion at what he was. What he could become again. And yet, that horror beckoned to him, to kill people for fun, and quite possibly for profit. He was very much not in control of his emotions. He didn't know how to do that yet.
On Flight 391, the flight that the Sith bombed and tried to make crash, there hadn't been this darkness. Only fear, fear that had been easily overridden by duty. Perhaps duty might see Andreus through--duty to not only the Jedi, but to the galaxy, duty to save the galaxy from himself.
As the dark shards buried within his mind continued to march together, attempting to become one, he could only hope.
Dark Cloud and I are obviously collaborating on the material for the next few posts.)
Millions of microscopic shards of darkness began eating away at Andreus' mind. The oily contamination of the padawan's brain began to spread. The padawan didn't know how to control it, really. He tried to meditate, but found his concentration slowly corroded away. He knew he required the wisdom of the Jedi Masters. Masters he had alerted to his arrival, if only they would get the kriffing message. And the shards of darkness, long ago dispersed ironically enough by that Sith's mindwipe, began to join together, to form cracks in Andreus' will...
Da says today is special. I turn four today! Da has spent every moment I know of preparing me for this. For something special. He makes me work hard. I don't know how he does it, but he does. People are scared of him. Maybe that's why. Sometimes I'm scared of him. But not today. Not this day! Today is special. Da has something special planned for me.
He takes me to a bar. The bar owner complains I'm a kid. Then shuts up for some reason. We sit down; Da gets a drink. Then he hands me a toy blaster. "Why don't you play with it?" he asks me with a grin. I smile back. "Why don't you play with it...over there." He points at someone in the corner. I am so happy--my first toy!
I do what Da says. He wants me to play. So I point the toy at the guy in the corner. This will be so fun! I pull the trigger. I blow a smoking hole through the guy's face. The toy is real!
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Da's happiness fills the entire bar. I'm so happy. My first kill! Of course, Da and I are the only two happy people. The rest of the people in the bar attack! Da immediately turns on his lightsaber and swings it in front of me, to protect me from all the blasters. I hear the glorious sign of necks crushing and crunching and people crashing into walls. It's just wonderful! Blood starts running down the walls, which are dented by people's heads. I decide to play with my toy again. I blow another hole through someone's chest. Another kill! This is just so fun!
Da is a blur. I'm randomly playing, having fun. I blow a few more blackened holes into people. Just a minute later, we're the only two people left. What a birthday bash! Da once again proclaims:
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I feel so proud of myself today for helping Da. For helping Da do his job. For helping Da to...kill...
Andreus felt his heart thumping out of his chest. He broke into a cold sweat. What now? He had kriffing cut down people in cold blood on his fourth kriffing birthday, as some sort of sick initiation rite. And he'd enjoyed himself doing it! He shuddered to think of what justice would look like. Did he have death warrants out on him? Would the Jedi hand him over for capital murder he had done as a kid? Andreus was scared. And yet it had been fun. The Dark Side beckoned to him...to have fun. To enjoy life. The Dark Side had had plans for him, after all. The darkness had plans for him to become the greatest assassin who had ever lived.
Andreus shuddered. He couldn't, he just couldn't. The thought of him killing people just for fun made his blood run cold. Darth Oseth had tried to kill him for fun. He'd almost killed his own son without realizing it. No he couldn't succumb. He tried reciting the Jedi Code--it was all he could think of--but he found his thoughts consumed by horror and revulsion at what he was. What he could become again. And yet, that horror beckoned to him, to kill people for fun, and quite possibly for profit. He was very much not in control of his emotions. He didn't know how to do that yet.
On Flight 391, the flight that the Sith bombed and tried to make crash, there hadn't been this darkness. Only fear, fear that had been easily overridden by duty. Perhaps duty might see Andreus through--duty to not only the Jedi, but to the galaxy, duty to save the galaxy from himself.
As the dark shards buried within his mind continued to march together, attempting to become one, he could only hope.