Hey, since my posts from Episode I were all out of order and probably didn't get read, I'll quote my reply on the Episode I thread here. Since this is mostly about me and doesn't involve other characters and current events, I think it's still useable, for the most part. Especially my Sith comrades, you should read this.
Man, this sucks. My Net's been out for a few days, and the two posts I did make were placed out of order, and were either ignored, or they sucked. To whoever's compiling, since no one used mine, you don't have to put it in, but it got out of order. My first came after this post:
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Originally posted by Darklighter
"It was foolish of you to come here, Darklighter" as he turned around slowly, the figure was in full view, standing at the entrane through which he had come. "You are only delaying your iminent death." It was Shadow Angel, Darth Dominance, Divine Spirit's sith lord companion. He was tall, his thick, long cloak pitch dark, his hood covering his face.
"You cannot win" he said in a low, foreboding voice that shattered the silence.
"We will see" came Darklighter's response. "You may have power, but you lack the spirit of a Jedi. You cannot foresee your victory while we are still alive, Shadow" his voice now deep, he was circling around shadow, his hand inches away from his saber hilt.
"You speak as if there is still hope left for your kind" he replied menacingly. "We will see if you are right, Admiral" he began to close in on Darklighter, they were both walking to confront each other. "You know you will not win this battle. The darkside is the only way out. Join us Tidus. You know it is the only option."
"The only option if you are weak enough to give in!" he shouted, as the tension mounted Shadow's face was grim and smirkless.
"Fool!!" he quickly drew his lightsaber. In a split second he leapt into the air towards Darklighter, his brandished red saber gleaming with malice. Darklighter was too quick. Before the saber could strike him, his orange-white saber was drawn to block the attack. They locked, Shadow's teeth gritted together, Darklighter's eyes glaring beneath his low brow. Shadow flung himself backwards to land on the ground a few metres away.
He ran at Tidus again, swiping to his left. He parried the attack, and ducked to avoid the next swipe across his head. Darklighter spun, circling in the air just in time to avoid Shadow's deadly upercut. He landed, and they faced each other again. Full of anger, Shadow ran at him, his blade high above his head, ready to strike. This he did not foresee. As he brought hi ssaber down as he ran, Darklighter dodged to the side. Everything moved in slow motion. Shadow ran passed and missed, and Darklighter brought his saber down upon his back.
With a cry he fell. "Curse you, and your Academy!" he yelped. The shuttle was just in time. It cruised overhead, guns ready, firing at Darklighter. he dodged them and dived behind the bunker out of view. Shadow crawled to his feet, and the shuttle ramp lowered.
"We will meet again!" He cried, as he climbed aboard the caft, injured and limping. Darklighter knew this was only the beginning. He would have to face him again, but not yet. Holstering his saber, he climbed aboard the speeder bike, and raced back to his comrades.
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The Shadow Angel's shuttle quickly docked into his Super Star Destroyer in orbit around the planet. As the ramp lowered, the usual procedure of stormtroopers marching in formation around the craft took form, a bit hastily. Admiral Jericho, commander of the SSD Black Phoenix, rushed to greet the Dark Lord. To his shock, Shadow Angel's robes were tattered and torn, and he looked exhausted. As he limped out of the shuttle, Jericho said:
"L-L-Lord Dominance.... back so soon--"
"You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. My confrontation with Master Darklighter has turned with unexpected results. Now, if will excuse me, I will retreat to my quarters. I do not wish to be interrupted!"
And with that, Lord Dominance stomped off to his meditation chamber.
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Upon entering, Shadow immediately removed his damaged Sith robes, revealing his buff, built torso, marred only by the immense scar on his back. But most disturbing, there was no blood. In it's place, was a myriad of tristed wires and metal. His arms, from the elow to the fingers, were also metallic, polished in chrome. The Shadow Angel did indeed rise from the ashes.... as a cyborg!
No matter, thought the young Dark Lord. A mere lightsaber wound cannot stop me from my hatred, my quest for vengeance.
My thirst for blood.
<All in good time, my young apprentice.> The Dark Lord raised his head towards the ceiling. "Master?"
<Yes, it is I, Divine Spirit. I have had to retreat from the Jedi forces, but my plans have not yet failed. You will go to my secret cloning laboratories on [censored! I can't tell you! But for story purposes I will call it Volcanic Cloning Planet.] The coordinates will be beamed to you shortly. There, you are to perform an inspection and certify them as ready for battle. You will be most impressed, I assure you.>
"As you wish, my Master." And with that, Lord Dominance rose from his seat. The scar that was once on his back was no more. It had completely healed. He opened a compartment in the wall on his chamber (the closet) and changed.
The cocoon of the chamber opened. What emerged, was a figure of terror, yet also resembling an icon of ultimate coolness. Donned in a leather trenchcoat, the Dark Lord ran his metallic claw fingers through his long, electric blue hair. His equally shiny, metal boots boomed across the polished floor. He approached Admiral Jericho.
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Space. The final frontier. A red planet, shimmering like a jewel, a deception of the fiery hell within. A black, silent ship jumped out of hyperspace in its orbit. The Sith Infiltrator, ferrying the Dark Lord, the Shadow Angel, sped towards a landing platform marked in the Emperor's special coordinates.
As the ship landed, a pair of blast doors in front of the platform opened, and two black-robed, hooded firgures emerged. The Dark Lord exited his craft, and one of the attendants spoke. "This way, my Lord. We have been expecting your arrival for a long time."
The three entered the facility, and the doors slammed shut behind them. Although he wasn't affected by it, Shadow could sense the searing heat inside. "Exactly why did you choose such a hot and uncomfortable planet as this to develop your weaponry here?"
"Simply because soldiers grow lazy in comfortable climate. They must learn to feel the heat of battle."
"Soldiers? I didn't come here to inspect another batch of stormtroopers--" the attendant quickly interrupted.
"Oh, our new clones are much more than mere stormtroopers, I can assure you." The three entered a turbolift. One attendant pushed a button, and they were off.
Shadow, not being one to ask a lot of questions, instead probed the attendant's mind through the Force. After a few moments, his eyes widened.
The turbolift stopped, and opened to reveal a catwalk reaching across the chasm of a volcano! Below were several platforms floating above the lava. On it, were thousands of hodded figures sparring against each other with double-bladed lightsabers.
Once again, the attendant spoke. "Many years ago, the great Darth Sidious built a clone army using a template of a bounty hunter. Although they made excellent soldiers, they still could not meet the Emperor's incrasing demands. We have remedied this problem by using the DNA of one of Sidious' strongest, most loyal apprentices, Khameir Sarin... but you might know him better as DARTH MAUL.
Indeed, my Master was wise to make this decision. "Before I make my final report, I would like to test out one of these clones personally." The attendant was a bit reluctant. "As you wish, my Lord, but I must warn you. You may not survive the test run. We've made certain enhance--"
"Just do it." And the attendant left Shadow at the catwalk.
Minutes later, the door at the other end opened to reveal a clone. The Maul clone removed his hood and cloak, then drew his double-bladed lightsaber and ignited each blade, one by one. Shadow ignited his own curved saber, it's purple blade, an untraditional color for both the Jedi and the Sith, glowing across his face. The clone immdeiately charged at Shadow and twirled his blade at him, but the Dark Lord easily blocked. The other side of the clone's staff immediately rushed to Shadow's face, but his keen sense of the Force acted as an alarm, aiding to block and parry each incoming strike. The sabers locked, and Shadow was surprised at the clone's strength as his blade kept coming closer to his face. However, the Dark Lord's mechanical strength in his arm kicked in and pushed the clone back off balance. A quick Force Pull brought him closer before Shadow brought his blade down on the clone's neck and decapitated him.
The attendant rushed back in. Shadow put away his saber, turned to face him, and said, "39 seconds. Most impressive. The Jedi will be overwhelmed by this elite fighting force. How many of these soldiers are prepared?"
"Two million, sir." Shadow grinned.
"Excellent. I want them sent to the Jedi Academy battleground at 0600 Coruscant time. Meanwhile, I have a personal agenda to follow. There will be no one to stop us this time!"
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And that's all. Since I made an entire army of Darth Maul clones, maybe that was a little over the top? I dunno. Maybe you guys could use the general idea in the next episode (I haven't read it yet.)
There ya go. Feedback would be nice.