The First Vision~126 ABY
Raksis dreamt of a place he’d never been too but knew all to well. The wreckage of the Death Star- the very Throne were Darth Sidious himself once sat. But this time, Raksis saw a version of himself sitting in the throne with a shrouded figure standing next to him.
“Will you answer to a higher Calling?” A voice shook Raksis’ skull causing him to fall to his knees in an apparent bow. He watched as he was no longer sitting in the throne, but a darker and more powerful entity that Raksis thought could rival The Eternal sat in the Dathomarian’s spot.
“Darth...” the Acolyte, for the first time, was speechless at what he beheld. He had never met, seen, or barely read of the Sith before him- yet, he knew him as if he had been in Raksis’ life from the beginning.
“Bane. Yes, it is me, Raksis Vahn Hiraaks.” The old Sith Lord spoke, and when he did, it shook the very reality Raksis had dreamt. He knew the Dathomarian’s name. Something was either terribly wrong, or falling into place.
“You seek the power to destroy your master? Well, I have a...proposition, Young Shadow. You bring back my teachings of old and preach to all the new heretics who dare call themselves Sith!” The immolating visage tore up the ground and ripped apart the throne room with just the anger in his voice. Raksis could only nod, speaking was impossible.
“The Rule of Two will be taught by yourself of course. I have come to like your questions which I, myself, once asked oh so long ago. Though I may be dead, I will never be forgotten- and this Rule of mine will benefit us both. Your Vision will change to teach you of the faults your fellow Sith will and have made leading to their death. Learn from my gift or be damned to meet the same fate you all face without my Testament and Law.” Darth Bane only needed to lift a finger to pull Raksis to his feet.
“You have more questions- all will be answered in time and with each Sith you fell. Though you haven’t managed to speak, I know your thoughts.
We have an agreement.”
Then, in cold sweat, Raksis awoke from his slumber in his chambers onboard Darth Fell’s Star Destroyer. He found himself staring morbidly at his soon-to-be constructed lightsabers that sat on a desk across from him.
One thought crossed his mind.
And what he would do later that night, concerning that thought, would open more answers as the Sith Lord of Old had promised...
Raksis dreamt of a place he’d never been too but knew all to well. The wreckage of the Death Star- the very Throne were Darth Sidious himself once sat. But this time, Raksis saw a version of himself sitting in the throne with a shrouded figure standing next to him.
“Will you answer to a higher Calling?” A voice shook Raksis’ skull causing him to fall to his knees in an apparent bow. He watched as he was no longer sitting in the throne, but a darker and more powerful entity that Raksis thought could rival The Eternal sat in the Dathomarian’s spot.
“Darth...” the Acolyte, for the first time, was speechless at what he beheld. He had never met, seen, or barely read of the Sith before him- yet, he knew him as if he had been in Raksis’ life from the beginning.
“Bane. Yes, it is me, Raksis Vahn Hiraaks.” The old Sith Lord spoke, and when he did, it shook the very reality Raksis had dreamt. He knew the Dathomarian’s name. Something was either terribly wrong, or falling into place.
“You seek the power to destroy your master? Well, I have a...proposition, Young Shadow. You bring back my teachings of old and preach to all the new heretics who dare call themselves Sith!” The immolating visage tore up the ground and ripped apart the throne room with just the anger in his voice. Raksis could only nod, speaking was impossible.
“The Rule of Two will be taught by yourself of course. I have come to like your questions which I, myself, once asked oh so long ago. Though I may be dead, I will never be forgotten- and this Rule of mine will benefit us both. Your Vision will change to teach you of the faults your fellow Sith will and have made leading to their death. Learn from my gift or be damned to meet the same fate you all face without my Testament and Law.” Darth Bane only needed to lift a finger to pull Raksis to his feet.
“You have more questions- all will be answered in time and with each Sith you fell. Though you haven’t managed to speak, I know your thoughts.
We have an agreement.”
Then, in cold sweat, Raksis awoke from his slumber in his chambers onboard Darth Fell’s Star Destroyer. He found himself staring morbidly at his soon-to-be constructed lightsabers that sat on a desk across from him.
One thought crossed his mind.
And what he would do later that night, concerning that thought, would open more answers as the Sith Lord of Old had promised...