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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A Sith’s…mercy…
A Sith…has mercy…
It isn’t…much of one…
It is…not what you think…
A Sith’s mercy is…bleeding.
It is…a twisted…twisted thing.
Yes…such a tall and twisted thing.
With one black eye and ten long arms.
Sailing…sailing…sailing on a sea of blood.
Only…a sea is an ocean…an ocean…galaxy.
Burn the stars…flay the worlds…scream…ing.

The Pyke is O so brave.
A Sith does appreciate.
The courage of prey.
FLAY. FLAY. FLAY.
Not yet, my man.
I am no man…
Oh, hi, Kam…
Can I play?
‘Fraid not…
Why not?
Ya dead.
When?
Uhh…
Huhh?
Bug…
Ugh..
Yup.

It’s a blade!
That shape!
It can FLAY!
…A…FACE!

A Pyke doubts the trustworthiness of the Sith.
He is, after all, when said and done…not an idiot.
But he was..so very wrong..to assume what he did.
Kayden Skyler is no Sith. Kayden is Kayden is Kayden.

“The Sith are despicable pieces of shit.”
Says a Sith.
“Roaming, roving, reavers and reapers.”
Shrugs a Sith.
“I wear their mask but their code is piss.”

A true man has no code except his own.
A naked man, flayed, sees a shape: “E”.
Reminds of a Toydarian’s missing wings.
Pigs, Pykes…skinned Toydarian’s bones.

“Sith…Jedi…they are all so…very…trite.”
Kayden, Kayden calls Kayden…O Kay-den.
“See, I’m only in this business for its power.”
Speaks in seconds, no minutes, hand’s hour.
“But a guy like me can’t really join the Jedi…”

It was an interesting theory, indeed, but no chance.
The Jedi Order would not take this one here man…
A man knows the door’s closed—has tried it before.
So a man—KAYDEN—builds his own door…a throne.

“You see, little ant, there is no one like me… Only…me…”
A Pyke cannot see it! The Jedi can’t! Neither can the Sith!
They’re all so very weak, bent their knees to the wrong king.
Kayden serves himself...yes...but Darkness too…his queen…
Light is bright, black is black, but the dark side is manifested!
NOOOOO. MAKE IT STOP. TOO HOT. OH NO MY BOOOONES.
But Kayden isn’t listening! Loves a good scream! CHOOOKE.

“I was…in a tank…a naked man in a tank…such…sweet black.”
He wears Jigsaw’s mask, our madman, mad as a sadist’s kiss!
He blinks himself out of it. Remembering a red welkin’s dark pit.
Smells a factory’s stench of death, moldy blood like wet armpit.

“Kayden…Kayden…Kayden…they scream…allies…enemies…”
It’s a paradox, kind of spinning top, like the deception in Inception.
“They are…screaming…ugly…pretty…guttural…guttered…meat.”

A man is no cannibal though. Again like Ramsay. But…Euron too.
The fourth wall is made of brick but brick is brittle—can be broken.
This isn’t Game of Thrones, no, it’s Star Wars—stories in oceans.
A man is of House Skyler, if there was one, but lies are yet potions.

“Vader was bad, Palpatine was badder…but…who…is…madder?”
The Pyke by now, clinging to a ceiling, invisible pike, knows answer.
“Jedi, Sith...order vs. chaos...but order is a bridge, chaos is a ladder.”
Some would actually call chaos a gaping pit, but they’re of no matter.
If a gaping pit is waiting to swallow the galaxy whole…then KAYDEN IS.
“You speak truth, my Pyke and for that will not die. I’ll find Cul Laaster.”

A SITH IS NO LIAR.
BUT KAYDEN IS...
Ohhh be different!
I’ll be…indifferent.

“So…your little lizard friend has already beaten me to the city, then.”
Perfect. I’ll flay his skin from knees to teeth. Feed puppies his shins.

A Sith releases a Pyke so that he falls from ceiling’s height to a floor.
That Pyke really does not realize he has just opened a…dark door.

“Call your girlfriends, if you wish, and scour this factory all hours.
You’ll find no fingerprints, just screams on walls, bloody showers.
That’s if you dare to come back..a dead man against my power.”
Kayden is nearing the peak of his thanks to other factory’s tower.

“So flee, little flee, and take your blasters with thee.”
BIT OF AN ACTOR, EH, KAY!? MAD…HATTER.
“I’m about to draw the dark side to me in this factory.”
And a Pyke guy does not want to be in it at that time."

Snake.
Rage.
Pain.
Hate.
Flay.

Kayden Skyler seeks to peel back the fabrics of time and space.
Darkness, the dark side, death, yes…our Thanos seeks to wake.
He enjoys it, a Sith and his work, laughs at screams…at…pain…
In his mind, time is eternity, space is infinite, so he will never age.
KAYDEN. KAYDEN. Screams transform into roars! KAYDENN.

A Sith wears many faces: Eddie, Trager, Ramsay, Euron, Jig.
Gregor, Thanos, Lector...more...but right now...he is Baelish!

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Sith or Jedi, Tysjor couldn’t care less. Both got in the way, one with their meddling empire, the other with some old moral code that should have been forgotten long ago. But of course, the man put the attention back on himself, and the Pyke wondered how he would hold up once he had more than just one small group of them on his tail.

When the pressure holding him up to the ceiling disappeared, Tysjor felt his stomach drop before he did. He barely had enough time to do anything to absorb the impact of the fall, and the moment he struck the floor sent a shattering pain throughout his entire body. He was barely listening to what the Sith was saying next as he struggled to get back on his feet, but he did catch the bit about being dead if he came back. We’ll see about that.

“I won’t forget this,” Tysjor said as he got up. With the man seemingly letting him go, Tysjor would once again try to open the window. And this time, it worked.

Fortunately, there was an emergency ladder underneath it, meaning he wouldn’t have to jump all the way down. Giving the Sith a look, he would climb out and make his way down as fast as he could, trying not to let his aching muscles slow him down.

He just had to get away from that monster.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A door opens.
As does a window.

But a Pyke did not fly.
Instead—just climbed.

He does not go alone.
It wasn’t a long way down.
And a Sith does not frown.
Pops head out window.

“I won’t forget this either, friendo!”
Waves good bye instead of hello.
Pyke’s safe and sound on ladder.
“It’s not every night I let a fly go!”

And that was that, that was it.
The end of that little business.
But there was more for a Sith.
I must dance with...Darkness....

And if the dark side did have lips.
Well…this Sith would indeed kiss.

A Sith stands back in that main room.
Listenin' to screams—his kinda tune.
Have to remember Kayden’s a sadist.
But even his actions have…a purpose.

Those screams…Kayden…
Yes…I can…hear them…

They come from beneath his knees!
PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEEEAAASE.
They wail like willows on bleeding trees!
KAYDEEEEEEN. PLEASE. I NEED TO FEED.

Starving screams!
Of such missing skin!
Scarring screams!
Yes—even of children!

Kayden is…a Sith!
Skyler’s not a Sith!
He is every Sith!
No, not Sidious!
Just…insidious…

A twisted soul—to say the least.
Rippin' souls, tongues with teeth.

They swarm around him in the dark.
In the darkness…screaming…hearts.
In his heart and in his head.
Of the dying, of the dead.

Such…anguished things…
Such…stranger…things…

The wails of agony empower him.
Shower him—pain in fist’s a grip.
Each hour and minute, hears ‘em.
Beg him to release but won’t give in.
They are his, he made them, won’t listen!

But he will listen to them!
To his enemies—severed feet—dead meat!
Kayden does pay them attention!
Heartbeats—severed spleens—death treat!

In the factory, souls he has released.
They fall victim to all sorts of traps.
Slaughterhouse kills them with ease.
Funhouse—madness in a Sith’s bag.

Joffrey Baratheon was a kinda spoiled rich kid.
A definite menace—pain, he loved to inflict.
But Ramsay Snow/Bolton—worse than him.
Neither much smarter than Gregor Clegane.
What does all this nonsense mean, anyway?
Meaningless comparisons to our kind of Sith.
Pain, he enjoys, with purpose: Euron Greyjoy!

In the factory, souls he’s imprisoned!
He releases them…and he listens in!
Cages open with all manner of alien!
Sentient, intelligent—ones from dens!
These ones are more like beasts!
Four legs, two legs, killing sprees!
Neither predator or prey will leave!
This is a Sith’s factory!
He’s in this for the screams!

On speakers, they are amplified!
Ears tune to the dying and to cries!
The factory is locked down entirely!
Kayden is the audience!
“LET’S GET TO IT THEN!”
Snaps fingers in a bit of jig.
"LET THE SHOW BEGIN!"

In a dark chamber…is Darth Vader.
May as well be when it comes to black.
Kayden donned in black with Jigsaw’s mask.

The mask…is slipping…
It begins to…
Fingers in…comes off...
Dark is truth.

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As psychotic murderers prowl the factory.
Torturing and butchering hapless victims.
The brutality begins to fuel our KAYDEN.
FEED ME. FEED ME. FEED MEEE.
O-KAY-DEN.
DARKNESS.
YES?
CAN WE KISS?
YES.
O.
KAY.
DEN.
“F”

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There is no light in a room so dark!
Dark side moves along—not bright!

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A Sith, more than, Kayden—spreads arms!
The light side suckles, the dark side harms!

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They say it twists a person from the inside out!
Kark it, Kayden isn’t smiling, he’s laughing now!

“AAAAAAAAHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
This is madness, insanity, darkness in his town!

The man’s mask is off! Nope, no more Jigsaw!
It’s the face of…not Kayden…no…he’s…so lost.

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A face is naked as shadows swirl around him.
Black robes on his person are shrouding him.
One stumbled down this path rather easily.
Dominated by the dark—became destiny.

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Not for Kayden Skyler!
Not for Kamelle Skyler!
They were born for her!
But…not for each other!

Kamelle was kind of a loser.
She died but not her brother.
Kayden had fought a Jedi earlier.
Punk kid, then a tank, and further!

Some say he lost his mind.
In a storm...he almost died.
Queue the card to Silence.
True or not—he is violent!

He is fearless before Darkness!
The dark side—he gives into it!
Hears him! Sees him! Feeds him!

…Where…are…you…Darkness?
…In the center…of the galaxy…
…I will find you after this factory.
…Come. Come see. I am that is.

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And a naked face after the mask fades away!?
Hold your breath—hold it for that final piece!
Whatever happens next and comes after this.
Gravenell City…here I come…I come to FLAY!

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But first...those screams...he needs to feed.
To clean up his factory...his leftover enemies.
No one could leave, not alive and not even dead.
A Sith is coming to hunt the rest! O yes! O-KAY-DEN.

[END THREAD]

@Sicadorito